All language subtitles for Battlestar Galactica Blood and Chrome (2012).eng

WILLIAM: Dear Dad,

in your last letter
you questioned whether

it’s my responsibility
to join this fight.

The truth is

we all became
responsible the day
we created the Cylons.

We're the ones
who let these robots
become our servants

our trusted helpers
and even our friends.

We let them into our lives

only to see them
repay our trust

with a violent revolt
against us.

I know there's
a lot of debate about
why they hate us.

But in the end,
does it really matter?

Kill the enemy or be killed.

That’s a reality.

In a war where
mankind’s very survival
hangs in the balance,

it’s up to each of us
to make a difference.

Being a pilot is
the best way I know
how to do that.

Your loving son,
William Adama.

WILLIAM: Hold still,
you toaster bastards.

MAN ON RADIO:
Watch out, hotshot,
got a bandit on your 6.

That's fine,
just adds to the challenge.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Come on, kid,
break off! Break off!

No way! I got this!

Come on. Come on.

Yeah!

(ALARM BLARING)
Whoa!

Frak. I can't see.

You got no visibility, kid.
Get out of there.

Watch your back, kid.
He’s coming around again.

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

(ALARM BEEPING)

There we go. Much better.

What, are you crazy, Ensign?
Return to base.

You can’t take that kind
of radiation exposure.

You’ll die in
less than 30 seconds.

Twenty seconds
and counting.

You’re approaching
radiation exposure max.

Frak, my gun's jammed.

You only have
12 seconds left.

Frak that.

Okay. Game over.

Are you crazy?
You can’t fire your...

Yeah! (LAUGHS)

Deal with it, sucker!

Come on. Tell me
that ain't a record.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Congratulations, Ensign.
You have completed Level 6.

(LAUGHING)

Good sim score?
WILLIAM: No, No.

Not a good sim score.
The top sim score.

JENNA: Mmm...
I'm impressed.

Thanks. I'd be,
if I were you.

(CHUCKLES) Uh-oh.
Look out, Jenna,
we've got a live one.

Let me guess,
you're fresh out
of the Academy

you've been itching
to fly Vipers since
you were in short pants

but your only worry now
is that the war will be over

before you get a chance
to prove what
a bona fide ace you are.

Congratulations.
You got me pegged,
except for the worrying part.

I don't do that.

Oh, look at
the pair on you.

Was that a request?

(CHUCKLES) No.

No. Don't get
your hopes up, rook.
You're not my type.

No? Good.
So it's a date.

Oh, man.
Easy. Down, boy.

You're a real charger
aren't you, rook?

Thank you.

(LAUGHS) You looking
for some action?

There's the girl
that's gonna
give it to you.

Godsdamn.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Yo, rook, you're
blocking traffic.

Sorry.

That's Deke Tornvald,

The Minute Man.

Heard of him, huh?

Heard of him?
He was, like,
my hero at the Academy.

What's he got now
like 30 kills?

Better hurry or there
won't be any left
for you, ace.

Diaz!

Back just in time.
Suit up. Briefing in 30.

- Another snowball patrol, sir?
- Yeah.

What's this? Fresh meat?

Ensign William Adama
reporting for
flight duty, sir.

If there's a mission,
I'd like to be part of it.

Good. Papers.

At ease.

You're FOB, Ensign.

Sure you don't want to
find your rack first?

Respectfully, sir,
I signed on to kill
toasters, not take naps.

Just point me at my plane
and I'll get started.

All right, Ensign.

I'm assigning you
to the Weasel.
She's right over there.

She's beautiful, sir.

Not the Viper, rook.
The bird behind her.

(CHUCKLES)

That old flying
pillbox, sir?

It's a Raptor.
That's the designation
and you're qualified.

- No, Sir,there's got
to be some kind..
- Respectfully.

Respectfully, sir,
there is a mistake.

I did not rate
top of my class
so I could drive a bus.

I'm a Viper pilot.

Congratulations.

I'll break it down
for you like this.

The brass makes it seem
like Operation Clean Sweep
lived up to its name,

but somebody forgot
to give the toasters
that memo.

They're taking
down our planes
right and left.

And right now
I need Raptor drivers
more than I need Viper jocks.

So, make sure your bus
is ready for action.

- Is that clear?
- Yes, Sir.

Good.

Dismissed!

Whoa.

- I am so sorry.
- Frak!
- I'm sorry.

I just finished mucking
this whole thing out.

I'm sorry. I didn't
see what was going on.
I'm sorry.

Yeah, of course you didn't
because you weren't looking!

What are you
doing in here?

Are you with
the godsdamn press tour?

No, um...

I'm William Adama.
I was just assigned
to fly this bird,

so I came
to get acquainted.

You?

- You're my new driver?
- Yeah.

They sent me a rook
fresh off the boat?
Great.

Guess you must be
my new co-pilot.

Not if I can do something
about it, I'm not.

I want new gyros
on there this time
or I will be pissed off!

MAN: I'm working
on it, Lieutenant.

Here, let me help
you with all this.

COKER: Just leave it.
Just leave it!

I said leave it alone.

Fasjovik?

Frak. You gotta
call me something,
call me Coker.

Just don't get too
familiar with it.

Okay.

So, Coker,
who was your last pilot?

Just mopping up
what's left of him.

Frakking knuckle-draggers!

Poor bastard.
Who the frak signs up
for a third tour?

Hey, look, I'm sorry
about your friend.

He wasn't my frakking friend!
He was an asshole.

And he was worth
10 huskers like you!

MAN ON PA: Lieutenant Fasjovik
and Ensign Adama,
please report to the CO.

Briefing call.

Here we go again.

Just listen real good
and try not to get us
killed, okay, rook?

And you better clean up.
This ain't one of your
barnyard tractor pulls.

WILLIAM: Um,
I'm from Caprica City.

Yeah, tell that
to someone
who cares, Husker.

(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

You gonna offer
the Commander a drink?

- What?
- Flask.

Frak.

SOLDIER: Let's go.

COKER: Sir.

Mr. Fasjovik.

Forty-seven days left
in your mandatory second tour.

Planning on re-upping?

Not if I get
a say in it, sir.

Hard to part with
an experienced officer
but that's your call.

Clean up that image.
WOMAN: Yes, Sir.

Ensign William Adama.

Caprican, but with some
very interesting Tauron
family connections.

The Ha'Ia'tI‘ia?

Can't see that my family
has anything to do
with this mission, sir.

Relax, son.
I'd never judge a man
on his father's sins...

Or merits.

Your grades at the Academy
weren't exactly stellar,

but your flight instructor
says you were a "natural”
I quote,

"One of the best
pilot candidates
I have ever seen

and unfortunately
he knows it."

You're a cocky
son of a bitch,
aren't you, Ensign?

Yes, you are.

So, is this
an accurate assessment, son?
Are you a natural?

I can fly a plane, sir.

A "natural"
I can't say.

Is that mine, Mr. Sig?
MAN: Yes, sir.

Thank you.

We are 10 years
into a bad war, son.

So now this is how
I handle cocky sons
of bitches on my ship.

I assign them to milk runs
until they cool down.

Your orders.
(SNICKERS)

Something funny
Mr. Fasjovik?

Not at all, sir.

You boys are going
to take some cargo
to the Scorpion shipyards.

You are going to
return with spare parts.

Four-day round trip.

I'd assign
a jump-capable ship
if I could afford one,

but I cannot,
so your sorry-ass Raptor
will have to do.

Above all,
you are to avoid
any enemy contact.

That includes Cylon ships,
SAMs, slingshots,

and anything else
they might happen to have
floating around out there.

- Understood?
- Yes, Sir.

Gentlemen,
do not frak this up.

Come on. "Milk run"?

I said I didn't
want to drive a bus

now he's got me driving
a frakking delivery truck.

Hell, yeah.
Only thing better
is if he'd make it

a regular trip, say for
the next, I don't know
month or so.

- You're really getting out?
- Like a shot, kid.

And go back to what? Where?

Who cares?
As long as it's
far away from here.

Excuse me, Captain?

Captain Tornvald? Sir?

Sir, I just wanted to say

I've been
following your record

since you first
joined the Squadron.

Someday I hope to be
half the pilot you are.

I'll let you in on
a little secret, kid.

It's bullshit. All of it.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

COKER: It was awesome.

And then I think he's gonna
bust us down and he says,

"You know what I do?
I'm gonna send you on
a godsdamn milk run."

That's it.

We're going out.
It's gonna be two
days out, two days back.

So what,
you gonna lay over?

Hell, yeah,
I'm gonna lay over.

They got real
booze over there.

Not like this
watered-down pruno.

NINA: So it sounds like
you two booked a bona fide
pleasure cruise.

Yeah, but tell that
to the young, dumb

and itching to get
his ass shot off
over there.

He's still
crying his eyes out.
(WOMEN LAUGHING)

What do you expect, Coker?

Our young thane
just wants to make
a name for himself.

Isn't that
why we're here?

Huh? Kill the enemy?

Destroy the frakking machines,
before they destroy us.

Hoorah.

Kid, we all know
why we're here.

Just don't be in
such a rush, okay?

I think that's my towel.

See anything
you like, rook?

Hydraulic reservoir?

Full. Cap secure.

Front dradis antenna?

Almost.

So, Ha'la'tha.

My dad's a lawyer.

Yeah?

- Mob lawyer?
- Defense attorney.

Uh-huh.

What's it to you?

Just saying, seems to me
you could've wrangled

a pass on this whole
fracas pretty easy.

Is that what
you would've done?
Found a way out of the war?

All I'm saying, Husker,
is nobody gave me a choice.

COKER: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the hell is this?

Your ordnance package
what's it look like?

Well, it looks
a little light to me.

I see a full set of com
drones, missile decoys,
and what, two Archers?

Yeah, we're short
on air-to-airs.

Ordnance chief says two,
so two's what you get.

You got a problem,
take it up with him.

Yeah, I'll
take it up with him.

I'm more concerned
with our cargo.

Can we at least
get an exact weight?

Why don't you
ask it yourself?

COKER: Tiu,
she's our cargo?

Hey
BECCA: Hey.

Oh, yeah.
We already met, right?
In the...

In the shower.

You're a pilot?

Uh, civilian.
I'm a software engineer.

I'm Bill Adama,
your pilot.

It's nice to meet you.

Welcome aboard, anyway
Like I said,
I'm Bill Adama, your pilot.

This is my co-pilot
and ECO,

Lieutenant...
(STRUGGLING TO PRONOUNCE)

Coker. Coker's fine.

You look kind of
young for a pilot.
Are you any good?

So they tell me.

You believe
everything they tell you?

Why don't we get going?

Assuming this piece of
shit can actually fly.

MAN ON RADIO:
Raptor Niner-zero-niner
you are cleared for departure.

Good afternoon,
this is your Captain,
Bill Adama.

Our flight time to Scorpion
is approximately two days,

during which
we hope to encounter
absolutely nothing.

Fortunately, you'll find
a wide range of fine
holoband entertainments

to help you pass the time.

For now, please remain
seated with your seatbelt
securely fastened

and thank you once again
for flying
Wild Weasel Airlines.

- Like that, huh?
- Lovely.

(CHUCKLES)

You're wasting your charms
such as they are.

I know her type.
Yeah? What type is that?

As far as she's concerned,
we're just the hired help.
Oh, hello.

Are we still in dradis
range of Galactica?

Uh, no.

Good. If you'll open this,
you'll find
a new set of orders.

Give me that.

- What the hell is this?
- Open it and you'll find out.

These are from
the Admiralty.

As you can see,
it specifies a new
set of coordinates

for a rendezvous
with the heavy
cruiser Archeron.

No, no, no, no, no.
That is two days in
the wrong direction, lady.

That is Sector 12.
That is right on the edge
of Cylon-controlled space.

No, there's no way
we're going to make it
out of there alive.

No, no, no.
There's no frakking
way this is right.

- I'm calling Galactica.
- No, you're not.

- Excuse me?
- The orders specify wireless silence.

That means no contact
with Galactica

or any other
Colonial ship or outpost.

It also states
that you are both
to follow my orders

So let's get started.

We have a lot of
space to cover.

What are you grinning at?

Milk run?

Milk run, my ass.

(GROANS)

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

Damn it!

Having trouble
with your band?

Yeah.

Let me have a look.

You know how to

You know how
to fix them?

I used to work
for the company
that designed them.

You worked for
Graystone Industries?

I worked on Cylons.

I designed the upgrade
on their MCP chip.

- That's their brain.
- Their brain, I know.

So in other words, you helped
improve the machines
that are killing us.

Hey.

Better get up here.

We're approaching
the rendezvous coordinates.

Husker?

Dradis?
Clear.

Here we go.

Colonial transponder.
Good.

Hold on.

I'm reading
multiple signatures.

Maybe Archeron
has support ships.

Then where the hell
are their transponders?

Something's wrong
with this picture.

Break radio silence
and hail them.

Archeron, this is
Raptor Niner-zero-niner.
Acknowledge and respond.

(STATIC)

Try again.

COKER: Archeron, this is
Raptor Niner-zero-niner.

Acknowledge and respond.

(ALL EXCLAIM IN SHOCK)

Gods!

Is that Archeron?

Got your answer?

Okay, get back there
and sit down.
Strap yourself in. Now!

COKER: This is unbelievable.

WILLIAM: Must've
been an ambush.

Nobody could've
survived this.

(SCREEN BEEPING)

I've got three
enemy contacts.
Incoming!

(ALARM BLARING)

(ALL EXCLAIMING FEARFULLY)

Whoa!

(GRUNTING)
BECCA: Oh!

I got one Raider inbound
on our starboard side.

Visual.
Where are the other two?

I don't know. Targeting.

(BEEPING)

Damn it! Auto-targeting
is not responding.
I can't get a lock!

Can you get the helmets
please?

- Switch to manual.
- Switching to manual.

You don't understand.
We're not to
engage the enemy!

The godsdamn enemy
engaged us, lady,

and we can't outrun
them in this bird.

Thank you.

COKER: Come on.

(GRUNTS)

COKER: Visual.
We've got our second bandit
incoming. Straight ahead.

We're locked on. Firing.

Where's that third Raider?

COKER: Visual, 3 o'clock.

Fire.

BECCA: What's going on?
- Of all the frakked up...

- What happened?
- It's all good. We're all right.

Two bandits
no missiles.

Now I really
don't like the math.

Where the frak
are you going?

WILLIAM: We can't
stay out in open space.

BECCA: I thought
we couldn't outrun them.

We can't.
Maybe this will
slow them down.

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHS TRIUMPHANTLY)

(RATTLING)

The frakking thing's jammed!

Let's go to plan B.

There's a plan B?

The fuselage is
still largely intact

so there's a good chance
the jump drive will be, too.

What the hell are
you talking about?

We're gonna thread
the needle. Let's see
if the toaster can follow.

One, two, three.

COKER: Husker

- Are you counting?
- One

No,Husker!
(CONTINUES COUNTING)

One, two

No, no, no
Don’t try it.

No, Husker, no!
You're not gonna make it.

(CHEERING)

(SHOUTING TRIUMPHANTLY)

(LAUGHING)

This is what we do!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

WILLIAM: Yeah!

(PANTING)

Not bad, Husker.

Stupid,

but not bad.

(SIGHS)

Let's get our asses home.

No arguments there.

- You okay?
- I'm all right.

Good.

Don't worry. We'll get
you back to Galactica
safe and sound. All right?

We can't go back.

Not yet, anyway.

I'm sorry. What?

I need you to
send a simple hail
on that frequency.

Lady, our orders
were to get you here
and that job is done.

Your orders are to do
as I say so long as
I'm aboard this ship.

They are.

All right? They are.

Send the message.

Sure.

Let's just let
every toaster ship

in the sector know
exactly where we are.

Clever. I like it.

(BEEPING)

(CONSOLE BUZZING)

What the frak?

We got a response already?

It's like
someone was camped out
on the frequency, waiting.

Someone was.

What's the message?

They're coordinates
and these are
in Cylon space.

Then that's where
we're going.

No, it's not
where we're going.

- Yes, It is.
- No, it's not where we're going.

Yes, it is.

I'm going home.

- No. Coker...
- If you guys want to come with me

Listen to me, all right?
That's great.
I'll take you.

- I'll give you a ride.
There’s even more food for ‘ya back there.
- Coker, listen to me!

- What?!
- You've got two months left on your tour.

All right?
You're coming with us.

You want to spend the rest
of your life in prison, huh?

'Cause you're gonna get
a court martial like that.

Do you really think
you can talk to me
in my godsdamn ship?

Coker, I am the pilot
of this ship!

You are a co-pilot.

Let me know
when we're close.

I'm beginning to like her
about as much as I like you.

Good.

That it?

Coordinates are
on the far side
of that big rock.

Still nothing on dradis?

No.

But with all this radiation,
dradis ain't worth a damn.

You could hide
a fleet of Basestars
in this system.

Better go wake up
her holiness.

Dr. Kelly?

Dr. Kelly?

Becca? Wake up.

Ezra?

Ezra?

It's you.

(SIGHS)

You were talking
in your sleep.

- What did I say?
- Nothing.

You called me Ezra.

Look, you don't have
to explain who he is
if you don't want.

You've heard of Ezra Barzel?

Of course I have.

Old Marine, took out
like an entire Cylon
platoon single-handed.

A lot of the guys
joined up at the Academy
because of him.

It's an inspiring story.

He was an inspiring man

And a good husband.

COKER: I hope you had
a nice snooze.

We're about to find out
what kind of fun and games
you got us into this time.

(BEEPING)
WILLIAM:
Approaching coordinates.

Dradis contact.
Multiple readings.

It is a fleet.

Colonial transponder.
It's one of ours.

There you go.
(LAUGHS)

All right.

And it looks like
they're sending up
a greeting party.

Hello, people.

(ALARM BEEPING)

They're coming in hot.

Weapons locked on.

MAN ON RADIO:
Unidentified Raptor answer
password challenge “Spigot”.

- What the frak?
- I don't know.

This is Raptor
Niner-zero-niner

attached to
the Battlestar Galactica.

We do not know
of any password.

We're here on
a special mission.

Repeat,
challenge is ”Spigot”.

You have five
seconds to respond
or we'll open fire.

- Five seconds to respond?
- Five, four...

- Did Nash tell you any passwords?
- No. Did you get any passwords?

- No, I didn't get any passwords.
- You didn't read the order?

- Did you read the orders?
- I skimmed it.

- But, Coker, What's that password?
- I don't know.

Well, try and think of
something, all right?

They're engaging us

They're gonna
open fire any minute.

We're from Galactica

- We don’t have a
- Response is “Arrow”!

Affirmative. Niner-zero-niner
follow me to the outer marker

then contact LSO
on frequency 134 for
landing instructions.

Roger that.

You might've told us
that bit of business

before we almost got
our asses shot off.

Everything I tell you
has to be on
a need-to-know basis

That’s the orders.
Frak.

WILLIAM: See that Battlestar?
Wait, is that Valkyrie?

- It is. It's Valkyrie.
- That's not possible.

Valkyrie was destroyed
on Canceron Prime.

No, it was reported
destroyed. See that
heavy cruiser over there?

That's the Loki.

She was reported lost.
Presumed destroyed too.

COKER: It's a fleet
of ghost ships hiding out
in Cylon space.

SOLDIERS:
Get out! Get out! Get out!

Get out!

SOLDIER 1: Move out!
People, move!

Come on.

SOLDIER 2: Your hands up!
SOLDIER 3: On your knees!

COKER: Easy, easy, easy.

(GROANS)

I just want to speak
to the commander
of this ship.

Shutup!

You tell me who you are
and how you found this fleet.

Take these to your
commanding officer.

They'll confirm
my identity and mission.

They're not exactly
going all out to make us
feel welcome, are they?

Reminds me of Colonial Day
at my mother-in-law's.

SOLDIER 4: Shut up!

You're married?

Do you see a ring
on my finger?

- Stand her up.
- Hold still.

(BEEPS)

(BEEPS)

Commander will see you
in her quarters.

Pick it up.

All right, all right, all right.

OZAR: Get the Admiral
on the horn.

Tell him I'm coming aboard
to brief him on
a priority one mission.

Fit Osiris out for
a 12-league jump, and
tell him I'm gonna need 10

of his new Mark Threes
loaded for bear

and prepped for
atmospheric insertion.

Oh, and detail a Raptor
for Dr. Kelly here.

WILLIAM: Commander.

SOLDIER: Commander on deck!

- Ensign William Adama.
- As you were.

Squadron Victor-Alpha-42
Galactica.

We brought Dr. Kelly here

and I would like to
volunteer our bird
for this mission.

How long you
been flying, junior?

This is my first op, sir.

But my ECO and I have
already taken out two Cylon
SAMs and three Raiders.

Three bandits?
In a Raptor? That true?

(SIGHS) It's true enough.

Well, thanks, son,
but I think we'll go ahead

and use one of our
own birds on this one.

Commander.

Excuse me.

Commander.

These men have
gotten me this far
in one piece.

I'd like to stick with
them, if it's all right.

Have it your way.

Thank you, Commander.

Make sure the other pilots
are volunteers too.

Did you just hear that?
Volunteers.

So?

So, congratulations, Husker.
You just signed us up
for a one-way trip.

OZAR: We’re on course
to Djerba, a former winter
resort moon in Sector 12.

Cylons took it over
early in the war
as a strategic outpost.

Now, it’s so deep
in their space

that intel says
it’s mostly unguarded.

Some ground forces
with support ships
visiting periodically,

but no Basestars.

A spec ops Marine recon team
has already been inserted.

Our job is to deliver
Dr. Kelly safely
to the operators,

then bug out, let them
take her the rest of the way
to her objective.

I want all Vipers
prepped by 1400

tactical jump
to follow at 1500

Let's get to work
gentlemen.

ALL: Yes, sir!

(MAN CHATTERING ON PA)

COKER: Holy frak.

Is that my old
friend Jim Kirby

or are my eyes going
along with the rest of me?

Coker?
It's good to see you.

- So good.
- You, too, buddy.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

That was a heck
of a surprise, man.

I read your name
on a casualty list
when the Valkyrie, you know

supposedly bought it.

Yeah, well, we almost did.
Ship was shot to hell.

But then Command saw
that she could be salvaged

and they saw an opportunity.

Right, you assemble
a fleet of dead ships

and hit them when
they least expect it.
That's good.

JIM: Talk about
creepy, though.

They made us witness
our own death certificates.

Are you frakking
kidding me?

"Give your all
for the war," right?

Yeah, "Us or them".

So, I'm guessing that, uh

you being dead and all,
you haven't had a chance
to talk to Janey?

No.

I saw her.

I had a couple of
days leave over on Picon.

So what are you
gonna tell me now?
She's remarried?

Not that I blame her.

Just this frakking war.

No, she's on
her own, man.

Well, she's

She's got a kid.

A kid? What are you
talking about?

She's got a boy.

He's got her hair, man.
He's got her nose.

He's got your eyes.

Wait, what are you saying?

I got a son, is that what
you're telling me right now?

I got a son?
Yeah, you do.

Anslem. That's his name.

That's my father's name.

I know.

Really, I got a son?
(LAUGHING)

You motherfrakker!

I got a son?
Yeah!

I got a frakking son!

I got a son!

(JIM LAUGHING)

OZAR: This is the Commander.
Thirty minutes to combat jump.

All pilots to their planes.
Action stations,

set condition one
throughout the ship.

(SOLDIERS CLAMORING)

Hey, thank you.

(ENGINE POWERING UP)

Jump.

Jump complete.

No dradis contacts.

Approaching launch
window in ten, nine,

eight, seven

Dradis contact!

Basestar
bearing 275 carom 412
range 2,000. Inbound.

Have they made us yet?

No.

They still haven't
scrambled their Raiders

But even in stealth mode
they're gonna pick
us up on dradis soon,

and they'll
definitely see us
if we try to launch.

We can still abort.

ON PA: This is
the Commander.

We've encountered a Basestar.

We're going to engage.

We'll be launching the Raptor
along with the Vipers.

The objective of
the Viper fleet is to drag

the fight away from
the ice planet Djerba.

Kirby, Elias,
you accompany
the Raptor down.

It is critical
that Dr. Kelly
reach her objective.

The fate of this war
hinges on the success
of this mission.

Activate all batteries
and arm the nukes.

They've seen us.

They're launching Raiders.

Launch.

Launch all planes.

MAN 1 ON RADIO: 534
it’s positive and steady.
Go for launch.

MAN 2 ON RADIO: Check thrust
Positive and steady.
You are a go for launch.

Thrusters engage.
Dradis is green.
I see them.

Raptor's away.

Open fire.

We're down two planes.
We can't keep them
bottled up any longer.

MAN 1: Duster bought it.

Those poor bastards
are outnumbered
10-to-one.

They're never gonna make it.

(ALARM BLARING)

Fire the nukes.

At this range we may
not clear the blast.

Do it.

No, no, no!

MAN ON RADIO:
We got atmosphere.

MALE PILOT:
I'm flying blind, here.

I can't frakking
see anything.

We got a contact!
Look out, guys.

I got two...
No, three bandits

Two clicks and closing.

Wait, wait, wait!
I see them, 7 o'clock high!

Copy that, Kirby.
I'll follow your lead.

Better take us down.
Betting those things can’t
handle the atmosphere.

Roger that.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(ALARM BLARING)

Bay doors are jammed!

Take us in.
We'll trigger them manually.

Affirmative.

These clouds are
hiding a lot of crap.
This is not going to be easy.

COKER: Oh, now
he gets humble.

Just try and get us down
in one piece, Husker.

Distance to target
two clicks.

Then take us in.

I'll trigger them manually.

Give me manual override
on the nukes.

FEMALE PILOT ON RADIO:
Squadron leader just got hit.

FEMALE PILOT: I'm hit! I'm hit!

You have it.

Distance is 1,500.

Brace for contact,
my friend.

(ALL SCREAMING)

A nuke just went off.

I've lost dradis
contact with Osiris
and the Basestar.

Keep a grip, kid.

Bandits right up our asses.

Weasel,
we're gonna have to rollout
to get behind them.

I can do better than that.

Coker, get on that tail gun
and try to hit
something this time.

You worry about the flying,
I'll worry about the shooting.

I got one!
I frakking got one!

(YELLS IN FRUSTRATION)

I'm all right!

Gods damn it, guys.
A little help here, please?

We're getting
our asses kicked!

Got him! Got him!

(BOTH WHOOPING)

He's on my 6.
I can't shake him!

Wait, I see him!

(GRUNTS)

Elias is down!

I'm hit! We're hit!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I'm sorry, Coker.

I'm going home.

Say again, Kirby.
I didn't copy that.

I’m going home.

Kirby! Kirby,
what the frak?

I'm out of ammo!

Coke, where is he?

Frak! 200 meters
and closing!

Good.

(BEEPING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Yeah!

Last one, Raider! Whoo!

Hydraulics are shot.
I'm losing altitude control!

We've lost
the left engine!

Just find
a soft place to land!

(BECCA SCREAMING)

(ALL BREATHING HEAVILY)

(EXHALES)

(WIND HOWLING)

Com's shot and
the nav system's a mess.

I think if I can get
that left engine
back online,

I can get her
off the ground.

No way,
there's too much damage.

The only way out of here
is to get Dr. Kelly
to her rendezvous.

Rendezvous? Are you nuts?

Do you know
how many people
just died on that ship?

I'm talking to you!
Hey!

Do you know
how many people?

Typical crew complement
of an Orion-class
ship is about 150,

not counting the pilots.

Hey, well, for fun,
let's count the pilots

'cause I'm pretty sure
they're frakking dead, too.

Look!
Get your things.
We're moving out.

No, no, no, Husker.
We are not going anywhere

unless I frakking say so.

Husker? I am getting tired
of that frakking name.

- Come on, guys.
- Well, you know what? The shoe fits.

And I am really
getting tired of
this frakked up attitude.

You need to soldier up
and stop whining like
a chicken shit short-timer.

That's it?
One week out of flight school
and you're calling me yellow?

(GUNSHOT)

You want to go home?

The fastest way to do that
is to find those Marines.

I can pinpoint the location
of their transponder

using my encrypted
tracking device.

All right?

They'll have their
own extraction plan.
We can piggyback with them.

BECCA: I don't see
any alternative.

This bird's kept me safe
for a bunch of years,

and I frakking hate
leaving her like this.

I know.

(TRANSPONDER BEEPING)

It's coming
from over there.

BECCA: Hello?

They should be here.

We're still
getting signal?

- Yes. Yes.
- Are we?

Then the transponder's here.

Oh, Gods!

(COKER GROANS)

Oh, frak.

What the hell
happened to these guys?
These aren't gunshot wounds.

Frak.

(BEEPING)

All right.
All right.

Transponder's
still broadcasting.

I think we found
our recon team.

That's it.
We found them.
They're dead.

This mission's a bust.
I'm heading back
to the Raptor.

(CRACKING)

Frak.

Well, this has
been a real treat

but I think it's time
we get out of here.

Any takers? Let's go.
(ICE CRACKING)

(BOTH SCREAM)

Becca?

Coker?

BECCA: We're here.

Becca, where are you?

(GRUNTS)

BECCA: Help!

Coker!

BECCA: We're down here.

(GRUNTING)

You okay?

Oh, is he okay?

Welcome to the party.

If that was your
attempt at a rescue,
you get an E for "effort"

and an F for
"frakking it up".

You don't appreciate shit.

How're we gonna
get out of here?

(BECCA EXCLAIMS IN DISTRESS)

What the hell is this?

There's got to be
another way out of here.

(HISSING)

BECCA: What was that?
Did you hear that?

What the hell are
all these holes?

(BECCA BREATHING RAPIDLY)

- There's something in the walls.
- What?

What the frak was that?

In the walls?
What the frak are
you talking about?

(SCREAMING)

What was that?

(COKER CONTINUES
SCREAMING IN PAIN)

What the frak was that?

Coker, are you bitten?

Yes, I'm frakking bitten. Ow!

BECCA: What is it?
I don't know.

(CREATURE HISSING)

(GRUNTING)

(COKER SCREAMING)

WILLIAM: Coker,
hold it still! I can't
get a good shot!

COKER: Get it off me!

I can't get a clear shot.
Hold still!

Get it off of me!

Shoot the motherfrakker!

Shoot it!

(CREATURE CRIES OUT)

(GROANING)

(COUGHING)

You're late.

Oh, Gods!

Oh, man!

Are we cool with
this thing in here?

Don't worry, tough guy.
It's as dead as
the ones down below.

You must be
Captain Ramirez.

(LAUGHING)
Do I look like
a Ramirez?

Captain's on ice with
the rest of the Marines.

I'm all that's left.
Toth, Tech Sergeant
demolitions.

I was starting to think
you weren't gonna
make it, man.

Yeah, we almost didn't.

What the frak
are these things?

Toasters have been
using this planet to
test-drive Cyborg critters.

Half-machine, half-organic
very hard to kill.

Unless you have
the right weapon.

Makes for good
eating, though.

There it is.

How long you
been here, man?

You don't want to know.

No. Thank you.
Maybe later.

I'm all right for now.

Mmm

I'm sorry.

I couldn't get
here any quicker
after I saw your signal.

Speaking of which,
who's got that bitch?

Right now, we don't
need any more company.

Is that how they
found your unit?

Toasters didn't find them.

We were breaking
camp in this cave.

Captain sent me out
to reconnoiter
the neighborhood,

and when I got back, well

Little demons ambushed them.

Frakking abominations.

(LAUGHS) Whole war's
a frakking abomination.

Ain't that right
flyboy, huh?

Ain't that right?

Ain't that right, frakker?

- Sergeant! Sergeant, please.
- Ain't that right?

I assume that
you've been briefed
on my mission.

How long to get us
to my objective?

Yeah, well,
storm's getting worse

and you don't
want to be out there
when it does.

Plus, there's
a toaster patrol that
I've been eyeballing

and they see better
in this crap than we do.

No, I'm sorry,
but I've got a timetable

I can't just sit around
and wait for
this storm to pass.

I think it's gonna
blow over by morning.

Plus, I got a secure
location where we can
hole up for the night.

You want to
pack that to go?

Yeah, no, we just ate.

You know what?
I'm not frakking
going with you.

Because our
mission was to get
(GROANING)

Hey!

TOTH: Apply pressure to
the occipital nerve
and the carotid artery.

Unconscious in eight seconds
dead in 10.

Five, six, seven, eight

(GROANS)

Like I said,
let's get going.

(COUGHING)

WILLIAM:
Come on, get up.

That's your secure location?
A frakking ski lodge?

Toasters used it
as a storage facility
after the initial attack.

Then they just abandoned it.

What were they storing?

Spare parts.

Anyway, four stars
and all the comforts.

Some of the suites
even have gas fireplaces,
honey.

Watch your step!

Got my babies
planted all around here.

Tripwires and mines.

Follow me.

Is it me or is this guy
wound a little tight?

Come on.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Nice, huh?

TOTH: I got a generator
set up for minimal power

Just don't turn on
too many lights,
for obvious reasons

And if someone or something
comes knocking...

Controlled bursts.

We're low on ammo.

Anybody want
some rack time?
Now's your chance.

I'll take first watch.

(DOOR OPENS)

You all right?

Yeah.

What was he like?

- My husband?
- Yeah.

A lot like you, actually.

Idealistic.

Ambitious.

Was he a computer nerd
like you?

He was a professor,
thank you very much.

An historian
who woke up one day

and decided he couldn't
just sit back and watch
history pass him by.

He never wanted to be
a hero, but they turned
him into one anyway.

Slapped his face on
recruiting posters.

All but resurrected
him in V-world.

Yeah. I remember that.

I'm just going to
sleep by the fire.

Yeah, I'll make
a bed over there.

What you don't remember
because they never
let it out,

is that afterwards
a reporter found out
it was all a fabrication

A lie.

He didn't take out
a Cylon platoon.

His scouting party
was shot up by men
from his own unit.

Friendly fire.

But like you said
it's a war, right?

Shit happens.

Us or them.

All for the war.

Everything they tell you
to make you give up
what really matters.

That's why
this war has to end.

I understand.

Believe me, I understand.

You're going to regret this.

I’m, uh

I'm from Aerilon.

Where are you from?

You got a family?

Kid's green,
he's never gonna make it.

Pretty damn good pilot.

I had a pretty good unit.

Fifty guys,
ultimate bad-asses.

I'm the guy that's left.

Where's your pal?

I don't know.

Don't you?

I had enough of people.

Get out.

Get the frak out.

(GASPS)

(PIANO PLAYING)

Back home, I couldn't
afford any of this stuff.

Figured it'd be a crime
to let it go to waste.

May I?

Help yourself.

Show some respect.

Do not frakking sip that.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah. It's nice.

You had to frak her
didn't you?

Dumb, Husker.

(PLAYING LOUD NOTES)
Dumb, dumb, dumb.

It wasn't like that.
It just happened.

Oh, I guarantee you,
whatever it was like,
it did not just happen.

Case in point, I'm guessing
she did not tell you
why we're here.

She did.

Kind of. She's

She lost her husband.
He was some kind of a

(CHUCKLES) Her husband
Her frakking husband?

(EXPLOSION)

Something just
hit the tripwires.

Let's go get
your girlfriend.

We don't need her
getting in the way
of any bullets.

Becca?

Becca?

Becca?

What?

I thought
she'd wait here.

She probably
just got spooked.
We'll find her.

I'll take the north wing
you go south.

Stay cool, Husker, all right?
Keep your head down.

(GUNS FIRING)

All right, you bastards
Come to daddy.

(GROANS)

WILLIAM: Becca?

(CYLON APPROACHING)

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

(WILLIAM SCREAMS)

(EXHALES)

(WHIMPERING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(CLATTERING)

She's okay.

This one almost nailed
her before I got here.

(SHRILL SCREECHING)

What's that noise
it's making?

Screaming.

Sorry, what? Screaming?

They feel pain.

(CONTINUES SCREECHING)

Put this thing out
of its misery, then.

(THUDDING)

It's okay.

That's all of them.

Toth.

It's not going to
be okay for Toth.

Toth?

Tough motherfrakker
just took out two more.

He's not gonna make it.

I got his wireless.

Why?

Why do you think?

Fun and games are over.
I'm sending the evac code.

No. No.
We're getting
the frak out of here.

- Crazy. Are you nuts?
- Nope.

Look,
we complete this mission

then you can send
whatever code you want,
all right?

COKER: Look, kid,
unless you haven't noticed

we're fresh out of
Marines and ammo.

- I noticed.
- I'm not trained for this

So we're going to have
to make do, all right?

Where are we going?

It's an automated
transmission array.

You need to put
your gun down, Husker.

Put it down.

Coker, what are you doing?

Look, you guys
want to die heroes
right now?

I can do that
for you, right now.

Test me, Husker.

Coker,
what are you doing?

Why are you doing this?

I can't take it.

Please, put the gun down.

WILLIAM: Come on.

All right, it's gone.

You tell me why
we're here, right now.

- Don't do this.
- Tell me why we're here!

This war isn't going
nearly as well
as the government claims.

I know.

This surprise attack
is a last roll of the die.

If it fails, we fail
and it will fail

If you don't get me
where I need to go.

She's talking sense.

Coker, please.

So now we need to know

You tell me
why we're here.

It's an automated
Cylon transmission array.

Once we gain access,
I will upload a virus.

Can you please take
the gun off my chest?

Please?

Keep talking.

I will upload
a virus that is designed
to blind their defenses.

A virus I have
been carrying in this.

What,
you didn't trust me enough
to tell me this before?

No. I'm sorry.

I trust you now.

Good.

Then we're communicating.

Tell us the rest.

Make sure there are
no more surprises.

BECCA: Like I said,
it’s an automated
Cylon transmission array

about six clicks from here
so if we leave now, we’ll
make it before nightfall.

The facility is automated,

so we shouldn’t run into
too many Centurion guards.

That is, if we're
careful not to trip
the internal defense systems.

(BEEPING)

The central corridor
leads directly to
the control room.

We’ll need to access
one of their com channels
to upload the virus.

A virus that is designed
to spread through
their entire network

and lie dormant
until we trigger it,

disabling all of
their communications
in advance of an attack.

Clear.

What is it?

Thought I saw something.

Guess I'm just jumpy.

We're in.

Come on, Becca,
hurry with that thing
all right? Come on.

It's a large program.
It'll take a...

(GUNSHOT)

(GASPS)

COKER: Stop!

Put it down!

Put the gun down now, Husker.
I will shoot you.

This frakking bitch
is working for them!

- What?
- She's a Cylon spy!

No.

How the frak do I
stop this thing?

A spy? Coker,
how could she be a spy?

Ask her about the hotel

About the Cylon
that stopped
and scanned her.

- What?
- I don't know what he's talking about.

- What hotel?
- That frakking toaster
had you dead to rights

and then it saw
this thing and it froze.

Can you explain that to me?

Can you?

I have no idea what
you're talking about,

Coker, put the gun
down on the floor
and calm down, okay?

Oh, frak.
Drop the gun.

It's not a virus,
it's a recording device.

- Oh, frak!
- What?

You're giving them
all the info

on the ghost ships
aren't you?

You frakking bitch!

That's why they
destroyed the Archeron
So that Colonial intel...

(GROANS)

Coker!

BECCA: Stop.

I will shoot you,
if I have to.

What?

Oh, no! No!

I thought you wanted
to end this war.

It'll end when we realize
that we can't win.

That we have to negotiate.

Negotiate?

For the last 10 years
they've been
trying to wipe us out.

Stop. They were just
defending themselves.

They value life
more than we do!

You saw what was in
that freezer, Becca.

Stop.

Was that them
defending themselves?

Was that them
valuing life?

They're robots
Becca, okay?

That's all they are.

Soulless.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CLICKING)

You okay, buddy?
You all right?
Coker, you okay?

Stop the upload.

It's all in Cylon.
I can't make it out.

Well, then go
to plan B, kid.

(COKER LAUGHS)

(YELLING)

(LAUGHS)

Come on. Come on.

No, no, no, it's
It's no good.

It stopped but
I don't know how much
has already been sent.

Then stop wasting time
and get yourself out of here!

You think I'm gonna start
listening to you now, huh?

Come on! (GRUNTING)

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

(WIND HOWLING)

COKER: Okay.

This is far enough.

Put me down.

I said put me down.

(GROANS)

(BEEPING)

WILLIAM: Shouldn't
be long now.

COKER: Hold onto that for me.

Who is this?

It's Katie

My wife.

Why didn't you tell me?

Sometimes you...

You miss something
too much...

You wouldn't
understand, kid.

You got lousy taste in women.

But you're all right, Husker.

(EXHALES)

Coker?

CYLON: Are you alive?

Do you think because
you're more enlightened

than the rest
of your species

we hate you any less?

(NECK SNAPPING)

There's our young hero.

At ease, son.

How you feeling
today, Ensign?

Ready to get
out of here, sir.

That's the spirit.

In the meantime,
I wanted you to review
your after-action report.

Command made
a few changes they
need you to sign off on.

Guess they felt you were
a little hard on yourself.

Sir, this report
says that our mission
was a complete success.

- That's just a lie.
- Was it?

You knew.

You wanted her to
upload that data.

So when the Cylons attacked
the fleet...

Was long gone.

We hit every toaster base
in five sectors, inflicted
some major damage.

For a while anyway,
they're going to
be on the defensive.

And what about the Osiris?

What about all those
people who died?

You mean all those people
who gave their lives. Right?

Yes.
You disapprove?

- Mmm-hmm.
- You feel used?

Well, I'm sorry, son
but there's a bit
more at stake here

than your personal
sense of integrity.

The truth is that
the people support this
war with their money,

and they will stop
if we stop giving
them hope.

So let them have
their heroes,

let them have their
unblemished victories

while you and I
fight the real war.

Yes?

Good.

We're assembling
a joint task force.

Our best pilots,
Marines and infantry units

for special ops
throughout the war theater.

In case you want
to volunteer,

there's a shiny new Viper
with your name on it

waiting for you
in the hangar bay.

Well, maybe not
with your name
on it just yet.

I hear you still have
to pick out a call sign.

You think about it.
Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

What? No cocky comebacks?

You look like shit.

(LAUGHS)

You're one to talk.

You going home?

Well, I got six weeks
left in my tour,

so I figure I'll stick around that long.

Long as I don't
have to fly with you.

(MOUTHING)

(LAUGHS)

WILLIAM: Dear Dad,
I got your last letter.

You’re right
about preconceptions
being dangerous,

and not just in court.

This war is turning out to be
different than I expected.

But maybe my mistake
was to have expectations.

It's something you
have to live inside of
to really understand.

While a part of me
already hates it,

another part knows
that I’ll make
soldiering my life.

But this is
the life I've chosen

and this crew,
it’s my family now, too.

Because I'll tell
you something else

when this war is over,
and some day it will be,

what I'll remember most
are not the battles,

but the men and women
who fought them with me

And I will miss them.