All language subtitles for Battlestar.Galactica.2003.S01E10

Male narrator: Previously
on Battlestar Galactica.

Cottle: But your doctor
back on Caprica was right.

It's too damn late to operate,

the cancer is too far advanced.

Have you ever heard
of chamalla extract?

It means that
you're still acting

like you're
everyone's best friend.

We're not friends,
you're the cag.

The chief wanted me
to kick your ass outofbed.

But, clearly, you
still need the rest.

Take your time. No rush.

I need new pilots.

And I want you to train them.

I can do that.

They slipped through.
How's that possible?

She thinks she loves him now.

That she can't live without him.

It bothers you, doesn't it?

We'll get them in the end.

I can assure you, the fuel
shortage is our number one priority.

Galactica has ships scouring
the nearby star systems

and we can anticipate that
they will soon find tylium.

Hamilton?

Madam president, tylium
ore is extremely rare.

If we don't find any, how long
before the fleet runs out of fuel?

That all depends on
how well we conserve.

Playa: Isn't it a
fact, madam president,

that we only have enough
for two more jumps?

Yes. That is correct.

Do we have a contingency
plan if we run out of tylium?

We would...

If that were to happen,

we would use our last fuel

to jump to the nearest
planetary system.

And pray we're lucky enough
to find a habitable planet.

Madam president,
without fuel to take

even the most basic
evasive maneuvers...

Playa: Wouldn't we be like
ducks in a cylon shooting gallery?

Yes, we would.

Roslin: I'm...

I'm sorry.

That is all for now.

Crashdown: Commencing
sweep 87 of asteroid field.

Boomer: Any luck?

How many times are
you going to ask me that, boomer?

Until you find some tylium ore.

Don't you want to be a
hero to ensign Davis? Hmm?

You haven't noticed how she
always sits next to you in the mess?

"How's it
going, crash? You're so cute!"

Damn it. There's so much debris

in this system,
the dradis is useless.

This is going to take 100 years.

I heard about how you found water,
how you saved the whole fleet...

Jackpot, boomer. That asteroid
dead ahead is a mountain of tylium.

Check it!

Thank the gods!
We're heroes. Yeah.

"We're heroes." It never fails.

Great, boomer, the
second that I score,

the bus driverjumps
in and takes the credit.

Okay, so who's the
one that we suggest...

What?

Cylons.

The rock's crawling with them.

We are well and truly frakked.

Only tylium within
12 light years

and we've got to
kiss it goodbye.

Yeah, along with our asses
if we don't get out of here fast.

Tigh: It figures the
Cylons would be sitting

on the only source of
fuel within our reach.

Still staking out every
waterhole in the desert.

Only this time it's a lake, with enough
tylium to last us a couple of years.

Apollo: This must be
some kind of conveyor belt

to get the ore
from the mine here

into this cracking plant here.

Gaeta: A refinery this
far from their home world?

Why not? They need
fuel as much as we do.

Now they've got it.

And enough firepower to keepit

all right. So we forget this
asteroid, find another source.

You can bet your ass the Cylons
will be guarding that one, too.

So, we send the
raptors out farther.

Ten, fifteen jumps, find a
source they haven't reached yet.

Tigh: And use up all
our fuel doing it.

How're we going to
get our refinery ship...

We take the tylium
from the Cylons.

With all respect, this is hardly
a time to attack a superior force.

This is exactly the time.

We know where they are.
They don't know where we are.

We'll catch them
with their pants down.

If we fail?

End of game.

So we don't fail.

When the missile
gets close enough,

you'll be pulling maybe 7 g's.

But to catch you, the bastard's
going to have to pile on 40 to 60.

Its guidance system
can't hack it, and it'll miss,

most of the time.

Exactly how often is
"most of the time"?

It depends on your judgment,
and how well you pray.

Attention on deck.

Adama: As you were.

Lieutenant thrace,
can I have a word?

Starbuck: Of
course. Take five, guys.

What's up? How are they doing?

Wobbly as newborn colts,
but they're getting stronger.

That's good. Hmm.

Got a job for you.

Rumor mill has it that
you're planning an op.

Rumor mill's right for a change.

Captain Adama and colonel
tigh are working up the plan now

and I need some serious
out-of-the-box thinking.

Out-of-the-box is where I live.

I've been taking chamalla
for a medical condition.

So what have you seen?

It started out as dreams of
the cylon that we had executed.

But I had the dreams
before we captured him.

The images were...

Prescient?

Uncanny.

And now I'm seeing
things while I'm awake.

What kind of things?

Snakes.

There were snakes
crawling all over

my podium during
a press conference.

How many?

About a dozen.

You're kidding, right?

You read pythia, and
now you're having me on.

Who is pythia?

One of the oracles
in the sacred scrolls.

3,600 years ago,

pythia wrote about the exile
and the rebirth of the human race.

And the lords anointed a leader

to guide the caravan of the
heavens to their new homeland.

And unto the leader
they gave a vision

of serpents,
numbering two and ten

as a sign of things to come.

Pythia wrote that?

She also wrote that the new
leader suffered a wasting disease

and would not live
to enter the new land.

But you're not dying. Are you?

Apollo: And that will
allow the attack force

to wipe out these
installations here.

Now, if we do it right, there will
be not be any cylon survivors.

And the asteroid will be ours.

Adama: What do you
think, Starbuck?

It's a textbook-perfect plan,
which is why it won't work.

Tigh: Of course. We bow to
your vast experience in strategic planning.

Refresh my memory.
What year was it

that you graduated
from war college?

What's the matter, colonel,
married life not all you expected?

That's enough. Both of you.

We're not going to win
this one by the book.

I want Starbuck in here

because she's not weighed
down by conventional thinking.

All due respect, gentlemen,
we're not as crazy as she is.

Okay. So what would
you do differently?

To start,

jumping Galactica in
behind the planetoid

to hide it from the cylon
base is an obvious move.

You think they'll be covering
their blind spot with recon patrols?

I would, if I were them.

What we need to do is make their
patrols part of our plan, you know?

Make their tactics work for us.

Here's what I would do.

At position code Deacon,

we'll need three civilian
freighter ships to use as decoys.

Which means those passengers
will have to be relocated to other ships

which are already overcrowded.

Yes, if you approve.

The decoy ships will jump
into the enemy star system

at extreme radar range
from the cylon asteroid.

Galactica will jump here,

close enough to launch
its vipers at the base.

Soon as the decoy
freighters arrive in the system,

they'll break wireless silence.

They'll be posing as a mining
fleet coming after the tylium

and pretend to be unaware
of the cylon presence.

Starbuck: The Cylons
will hear the messages

and send a force of
raiders after them.

This will leave the base
relatively undefended.

We'll have raptors pre-positioned
to keep an eye on the Cylons.

When the Cylons
move toward the decoys,

Galactica's vipers will come in
from behind, and obliterate the base.

Without the base, they'll
be unable to rearm, refuel.

We'll mop them up, and
then we'll take the tylium.

What happens to the crews
on the civilian decoy ships?

They'll keep their
ftl drives spooled up,

and just jump clear
the first sign of trouble.

How many casualties
do we anticipate?

It'll cost us.

If you succeed, what's
to prevent the Cylons

from coming back
with reinforcements?

Adama: Nothing.

But if we get a chance
to knock out that base

it'll buy us some time.

Roslin: Why?

If you keep running
from the schoolyard bully

he keeps on chasing you. But the
moment you turn around and stop

and you punch him really
hard in a sensitive spot,

he'll think twice
about coming back again.

So it's either this, or run
out of fuel and be annihilated.

Sometimes you have
to roll the hard six.

Well, the freighters are yours.

Good hunting, everyone.

Operation starts in 48 hours.

Tigh: This is our target.

Baltar: A cylon base?

You're the cylon expert.

We need to destroy
their military facilities.

Without harming the
tylium ore under the surface.

Exactly.

A nuke would destroy the Cylons.

But the radiation would
render the ore inert, unusable.

I see your dilemma.

You're in luck, you know.

Refined tylium contains
tremendous enthalpy

to the order of half a
billion megajoules per kilo.

If subjected to right
heat and compression,

say, from a
convenfional warhead,

you should get a suitably
devastating explosion

without the radioactive fallout.

All we have to do is
hit the right spot.

Specifically, you need
to hit the staging tanks

for the refined
tylium precursor.

It's a lot more unstable
than the fuel itself.

And where would they be?

I need your advice on this one.

No. 6: I'm flattered, Gaius,

but I don't know the first
thing about tylium refineries.

Neither do I.

Come on, you
must have an inkling

where I should
tell them to bomb?

But god does.

Oh, good.

I suppose god doesn't want
me to destroy the base because

he's the cylon god. Right?

God doesn't take sides.

He only wants yourlove.

Open your heart to him,
and he'll show you the way.

It'd be a lot simpler if
he came out and told me.

You must remember
to surrender your ego.

Remain humble.

If you ask me,

god could do with
cleaning his ears out.

Then he might hear
what I have to say.

Relax your neck.

Why? What are you
going to do? I said relax.

All right, but please don't...

Starbuck: Where would
the staging tanks be, doctor?

There. Right there.

Hit any one of
them and the place

will go up like
a three-kiloton bomb.

Well done.

Forceful, so decisive,
delivered with such élan.

He didn't speak to me.

God didn't speak to me.

I was totally lying.

I just picked
that spot at random.

He doesn't always
speak in words, Gaius.

So the fate

of the entire human race
depends upon my wild guess.

Trainer: Attention on deck.
Adama: As you were.

How's the knee, Starbuck?

It'll be ready. I'm
not missing this party.

Apollo's leading
the strike force.

You're gonna have
to sit this one out.

I'm the best
pilot that you have.

Not right now.

In combat, you
got to pull 6, 7 g's.

Doc says your
knee won't take it.

Well, then he's wrong.

Is he?

A viper thruster pedal

Requires this much force...

To activate.

Now you're on your attack run.

Theylaunch their missiles.

So you've got to jam that pedal

Near the firewall

And hold a 6 g turn

For 10 seconds, or you die.

10, 9, 8,

7, 6, 5, 4.

This was only 3 g's,
Starbuck. Not 6.

I'm sorry. It's a tough one.

But you're staying home.

Starbuck: Keep your
ingress low and fast.

Use the terrain to stay
hidden till the last second.

Make sure you give the flak
suppression unit enough time

so they can weaken defenses.

You don't think I'm up to this?

Of course I do.

You'll be fine.

Look, you're worried that I'm
not going to pull it out of the fire

with some high-risk,
retina-detaching move

the way Starbuck would.

Look, Kara, I'm sorry
you're not suiting up.

Because, believe me, everyone
would feel so much better, me included

if you were riding
along with us.

But this isn't an ego
trip. This is my job.

And don't think for one
moment that I will not get it done.

I hope so. Because
we've got one shot.

Don't frak it up
by over-thinking.

Helo: Nice thing about being
on the run after a nuclear war,

nobody left to
complain if we hide out

in their barn or
raid their pantry

while you're on your way to
steal a ship, and get off the planet.

It's odd, isn't it?
Boomer: What?

That we haven't seen a
single living human being since

the one you shot
when you rescued me.

We're still alive.
Why nobody else?

Probably holed out in their
fallout shelters or something.

Two ways out and a lovely
view. What could be better?

A feather bed and
a silk comforter.

Helo: You hungry?

I don't know. What do we got?

Peanut butter,

Baked beans, corn...

How about some chili?

A simple no would do.

Sharon, have you been
taking your anti-radiation meds?

I think it was those cold
beans we had this afternoon.

You okay now?

Yeah.

How far you figure to delphi?

Eight, maybe ten
days if we move fast.

If we start early,
we can be there in no time.

Adama: Can't sleep?

I couldn't
either before a big op.

Mark ii.

Good ship.

Got me out of
a lot of tough scrapes.

I've got something for you.

It belonged to your grandfather.

My mom bought it for him
when he was in law school.

You see the engraving on it?

Yeah, I can barely
make it out, but...

He was a better
father than I was.

Dad used to carry
that in to court cases.

Claimed he never lost,
unless he left it behind.

So you're worried, too?

About what?

You know, sometimes it
feels like the whole ship

thinks Starbuck would do better.

I don't.

How can you be so sure?

Because you're my son.

Get some rest.

You're going to need it.

I'll bring it back.

You'd better,
or I'll kick your ass.

It's a good lighter.

Sharon. Wake up.

Helo: What the frak!
You killed her...

Boomer: Let me see.

We got to go. Right now.

Wait a minute.
I saw her on my lap.

I saw her blood spill on my lap.

Let's move, mister.

What the hell is going on?

I don't know. We'll
figure it out later.

Jump complete, sir. Dradis
reports nothing but hash.

Just as we expected.
Can't see a thing.

We are now within launch
range of the cylon base.

Officer 1: Carrier constellation,
jump complete on station, point Deacon.

Initiate search pattern delta.

Officer 2: Ore flight
bravo. Delta, Wilco.

Officer 3: Ore flight
nebula, delta initiated.

The ball's in play.

You can bet they heard that.

Now they'll try to
locate the decoys.

And when they do?

If they take the bait,
all hell breaks loose.

Until then?

We wait.

Boomer: Galactica, boomer.

Tally, 90 plus, headed Deacon.

Speed, 250.

Apollo: The Cylons have
seen the freighter.

They're en route to intercept.

They took the bait.

Mr. Gaeta, launch
strike force 1.

Aye, sir.

Dee, launch strike force one.

Attention. Pilots,
man your planes.

Dualla on pa system:
Pilots, man your planes.

How hard did they bite?

Boomer's report said 90 plus.

They've launched most
of their fighter force.

Officer: Give them
hell, sir. Firing.

Our attack forces is away.

I just hope that Lee can...

Leeisnt the problem.

You should take a
good look at yourself.

I had to go through
the same transition.

When you're in the
cockpit, you're in control.

It's hard to give it up.

It would just be a lot easier
if I was flying with them.

All you can do now is wait, and
hope you didn't make any mistakes.

I never wanted this
kind of responsibility.

The Cylons never
asked us what we wanted.

Welcome to the big leagues.

Crashdown: Galactica, crashdown.

Tally, 50 plus on
an intercept course.

Repeat. 50 plus inbound.

What's that mean?

It means that a cylon patrol
spotted our attack force.

The base sent out 50
more raiders to intercept.

50 raiders?

That means we're
outnumbered now 5-to-1?

Weren't the decoys
supposed to take care of that?

The Cylons were
too smart for that.

Frak.

Estimated time to strike
intercept, two minutes.

Fireball: Fireball, multiple
bandits, left 10 high, range 40.

Weapons free. Committing.

Hot dog, visual tally, press.

Hot dog, break right.

Fireball, your six.

I'm hit! I'm hit! Can't eject!

Fireball on radio: Stop!
Buzzer: Deadbolt, spinner.

Two bandits closing
your right side.

Spinner: No joy!

Ho tdog: Galactica, hot dog.

Heavily engaged.
Mission outcome doubtful.

This sounds frakking awful.

They're getting cut
to pieces out there.

Buzzer: Get out of there! Move!

Deadbolt, right vertical, now!

Deadbolt: Damn it,
take a shot. Get him off me.

Adama: Mr. Gaeta,
abort strike 1.

Strike one, Galactica.
Return to base.

Repeat. Abort your mission,
and return to base.

Stubb: Galactica, stubbs.

Cylon strike
force is turning away

from Deacon and
inbound to Galactica.

Operator:
Noting raiders inbound.

The Cylons heard our
transmission recall, didn't they?

Does that mean the
first wave of raiders

is ignoring the decoys,
and is coming after us?

That's exactly what it means.

So, when are we going to launch

the reserve vipers
to defend Galactica?

There are no reserve vipers.

Everything is on
the board already.

Now we play for all the marbles.

Starbuck, it's your plan.

Mr. Gaeta,

will you please tell Dee
to get on the scrambler

and inform Apollo
the back door is open?

Aye, lieutenant.

Dee, please send a
scrambler to captain Apollo.

Message reads, "the
back door is open."

Apollo, Galactica.
Back door is open.

Godspeed, Apollo.

Lieutenant thrace,
why didn't you tell me

we had another attack
force hidden in the freighters?

Adama: It was my decision.

I routinely restrict tactical
details to those who need to know.

Old habits die hard.

So you still
might pull this off?

If Dr. Baltar's target
information is correct.

And whether we get blown to
pieces by those cylon raiders

heading toward us right now.

Speaking of which,
I'm needed in cic.

Initial point in 5 seconds.

Flak suppression
unit cleared hot.

Apollo: Okay, let's do this.

Come on, Lee. It's all on you.

Incoming!

Weapons free.
By the numbers, people.

Target acquired. Tone and lock.

Firing.

Tone and lock. Firing.

What's got into
these frakking missiles?

Come on.

They're jamming
the guidance systems.

Apollo: Strike two, Apollo.

Then we get close enough so we
don't need the guidance systems.

We'll have to blow
this thing manually.

Chuckle s: Wilco,
Apollo. Rolling in.

Chuckles! Chuckles!

Oh, frak.

Chuckles bought it.
He's going down!

Kat: Now they've got our
attack axis zeroed in.

There's no way to
frakking get close.

Frak.

There's got to be.

Apollo: We've got to get
out of this flak.

Let's get down below the
deck, down where the target is.

I've got an idea.

I'm going to take a closer look.

Commander on deck.

Adama: As you were.

The first wave of Cylons
will be on us in three minutes.

Adama: Notify the
strike 1 vipers

that they can stop running
and blast those bastards to hell.

Dualla: Yes, sir.

Pilot 1:
Engaging cylon fighters.

Pilot 2: Target
acquired, tone and lock.

No, don't do this, Lee.

The conveyor tunnel's clear.

I'm going through it.

You're out of your
frakking mind, Apollo.

What's going on?

Gaeta: Captain Apollo's flying
into the conveyor tunnel

hoping it will lead
him to the refinery.

Baltar: Has he gone raving mad?

There's no way to ensure
it does anything of the kind.

Come on, keep it together, Lee.

Keep it together.

Oh, lords.

Apollo: Okay, I'm
through the tunnel.

They can't get a
firing solution on me.

There you are.

Okay. I've got you.
I've got you. I've got you.

Galactica, Apollo.

Apollo: Mission accomplished.

Yes!

You can tell Dr. Baltar
he was right on the money.

It's one hell of
a fireworks show.

And there's plenty more
for us back in the canyon

once this place is history.

Gaeta: Congratulations,
doctor, it worked.

It did.

It worked.

I'm sorry, madam
president, I'm sorry.

No need to apologize.

Thanks to you, we have
enough fuel to last us a few years.

Dualla: Commander, strike 1
reports inbound Cylons are bugging out.

Request permission
to go after them, sir.

Tell our people to
pursue and destroy them.

Affirmative.

Strike 1, tear them up.

Starbuck: Apollo,
you magnificent bastard.

That was one hell
of a piece of flying

and I couldn't have
done it better myself.

I'm sorry, I didn't hear you.

I said that I couldn't
have done it better myself.

Well, thank you.

I had my doubts.

So did I. Mmm.

I wasn't sure that crazy-ass plan
of yours could even possibly work.

You deserve this.

Davis: Crash.

No. 6: Have you read the
pythian prophecy, Gaius?

Not since the sixth grade.

I can't say ancient history
is my favorite subject.

No. 6: You should have
paid closer attention.

To what?

"All of this has
happened before.

"All of this will happen again."

Everyone knows that verse.

What are you getting at?

Remember this one?

"Led by serpents
numbering two and ten."

The vipers.
They're the serpents?

There's a later verse, Gaius.

You should read it.

"Though the outcome
favored the few,

"it led to a confrontation
at the home of the gods."

Are you telling me that god guided
my finger to that target for some

arcane scriptural purpose?

You are part of
god's plan, Gaius.

So god wanted me to
destroy the cylon base.

You did well. You gave
yourself over to him.

Yes, I suppose I did.

I guess there's...

There's really no other
logical explanation for it.

I was...

I am an instrument of god.