All language subtitles for Battlestar Galactica 1978 S01E04 Lost Planets of the Gods Pt 1

- Your own sister's a pilot and a warrior.
- She's my sister, not my wife-to-be!

Felgercarb!

This disease
has swept through every pilot.

Remember, you're flying a viper.
Just think what you want it to do.

They send out patrols, do they not?

Capture one!

'There are those who believe

'that life here began out there,

'far across the universe,

'with tribes of humans

'who may have been
the forefathers of the Egyptians

'or the Toltecs or the Mayans.

'Some believe that there may yet be
brothers of man

'who even now fight to survive

'somewhere beyond the heavens.'

Serina, this was a wonderful repast.
You outdid yourself.

I didn't do anything.
In fact, I�m all thumbs.

- If it hadn't been for Athena...
- You should see her.

Believe me, I am an expert
in the art of culinary graces.

- You're a genuine find.
- Yes, she certainly...

And if I were
a hundred yahrens younger...

But some young man will soon fall
into the lap of early glory.

I was told in instructional period
that some people are just naturally slow.

That doesn't mean they're stupid.
They're just slow.

You know the real problem
with cooking like this?

Couple of meals a day,
you couldn't climb into a cockpit.

Exactly. That is exactly the trouble.
You two are the next on patrol.

I don't wish to bring
this momentous evening to an end

but we have been gorging ourselves
on this delicious food

for nigh on three millicentons, waiting...

All right. All right.

Serina and I have decided...

that is, if Boxey is willing
and supportive...

we would like very much to be married.

Yay!

- Oh, I�m so happy for you.
- Thank you.

- I didn't think you'd get around to it.
- Neither did I.

I hope we have your blessing,
Commander.

My dear, you not only have my blessing,

you have the blessings
of the Lords of Kobol.

- Congratulations, my son.
- Thank you, Father.

You've made a father very happy.

Well, as best man, I�ve got to see
to the groom's sendoff preparations.

Going to be a real bash.
Thanks for the food. I hate to run.

Pleasure dining with you.
Don't forget our patrol.

Congratulations, Serina.

Athena...

Bye.

All I did was smile.

Athena, Starbuck has a well-defined
sense of what lies in waiting.

That's what makes him
such a good advance scout.

Section 12, launch bay Alpha,
stand by to launch.

'Fighter Patrol 2,
acknowledge when ready.'

- Stand by to launch Fighter Patrol 1.
- So many times I couldn't count 'em.

Starbuck, you sound like it's all ending.

This is a routine patrol to see
what's in front of the fleet.

That's what I mean.
See, this patrol, it's...it's, er...

It�s kind of the last one we'll ever have as...

Well, you know.

- The way we are.
- Are you jealous?

Yeah, I guess in a way I am.
Don't tell anyone else, huh?

No, I won't tell anybody else.

You know something?

I think what you're trying to say
is pretty nice.

We've had a lot of good times.

Transferring launch control to viper
fighters. Patrol 2, launch when ready.

'Launch viper fighter Patrol 1.
Launch when ready.'

I have examined your epistle
suggesting you can locate the humans.

Why, yes...

Oh, yes.

I...I think...as they do!

I...I...

I know where they will go,
what they must do.

I find your reasoning logical.

Then...

- I am to be...
- Spared.

To serve the Empire!

Lucifer...

I�m sending you a base ship

entirely under your command.

It will be my pleasure, Baltar.

I think I can assure you,
with some sense of pride,

you will inherit the most capable
Centurions in all the Empire.

'So many good times together.'

- Starbuck, I�m not dying.
- No...not exactly.

I�ve thought a lot about what I�m doing

and I�ve never been happier
about anything in my whole life.

Starbuck...

I got it. My panel's lighting up
like a meteor fire.

Apollo. Dead ahead.

It�s almost black out there.

Like a dead sea.
I�ve never seen anything like it.

Neither have the instruments.

There's nothing to lock onto.
The sensors are lost.

This is no place to bring the fleet.

I�ll see how far we can go
without getting lost.

I�ll see what's on the other side
of this void.

You may not find your way back.

'Let me do it.
You've got somebody waiting for you...'

Apollo!

Don't go too far.
I�m barely holding a fix on the way back.

'Apollo!'

Felgercarb.

'Incredible.
It�s an ocean of darkness.'

Nothing as far as the eye can see.
No stars, moons, planets, nothing.

'Apollo,
I can barely read you. Turn around.'

Keep talking, I�m using your voice
as a navigational fix.

'Apollo, I can't...'

'Changing wavelengths.
Can you read me, Apollo? Over.'

Starbuck?

Starbuck?

Apollo, is anything wrong?

I�m as far out as I can go
without losing my fix on our return.

Should I come out to find you?
Do you read me?

'Apollo?'

Oh, frack.

Lords of Kobol, is this what I think it is?

Oh!

This will be the best
bachelor sendoff ever.

- Where did you get this?
- Not here. You'll get us moduled.

- Hey, security's coming!
- Here.

Hurry.

Stand alert!

Well, it looks as if
we're having a festivity.

Has this been approved?

Where are you getting your victuals?

Who is responsible for this?

I am.

- What do you want, Lieutenant?
- Colonel Tigh.

Excuse me. I...I mean,
we were just doing our duty.

Some ale and Ambrosa has disappeared
from the officers' ration and...

Yes?

Obviously, if Galactica's
executive officer is in charge,

there's no reason for
any further questions.

- By your leave?
- Dismissed.

There's only one thing worse
than lifting rations.

- Do you know what that is?
- No, sir.

It�s getting caught lifting rations.

Do I make myself clear?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

Captain Apollo and Starbuck should be
returning from patrol any time now.

Let's see to it
that things are in full swing.

All right!

Omega, patrol status, please.

Captain Apollo's patrol
is still beyond scanning range.

That's odd.

Probe 1 to Galactica. Do you read?

Come in, Starbuck.

Apollo, do you read? Do you read?

OK, I�m about to disobey orders

so if you want to stop me,
you've got one millicenton.

Then I�m going to barrel ahead
at full turbo, firing my lasers.

I�ll either find you or we'll both be lost.

If I do find you, I�m going to execute
a perfect 180-degree turn

and head out the way I came in.

So follow me
and we'll have a pretty good chance.

Any objections?

Good. I knew you'd approve.

Here goes nothing.

Probe 1 to Galactica, do you read?

Come in, Starbuck.

Come in, Starbuck.

'Probe... Galactica... Do you read?'

Come in, Starbuck.

- Probe 1, this is Probe 2.
- Starbuck?

- I�m on my way.
- How? You'll be as lost as I am.

As soon as you see me,
fire off a laser volley.

I�ll pull up, swing around
and head back out on one line.

I gotcha!

- What are you using as a fix?
- The end of my nose.

I was good at this at the Academy,
so don't disorient me.

Don't chat and stay tucked in.
We're going home.

- Ten, nine, eight, seven...
- How far in was I?

Don't talk. Six, five,

four, three, two, one...

zero.

And you owe me a fumarello.

Phew!

Let's go home, buddy.

'Picking up some crazy readings
off that asteroid. Let's take a look.'

Pods.

I don't make 'em.

They're there.
Look at the hairline aperture

running from the rock face
to the floor of the valley.

I would have missed it.

Jolly, if we miss just one
of these Cylon outposts,

we'll never know what hit us.

Is it operational? It looks deserted.

Think of it as a crawlon in its web.

Nothing moves until some
hapless creature flies into its orbit

and then it's all over.

- Should we get closer, count the ships?
- It doesn't matter.

It only takes one to notify
the Cylon capital. Let's get the...

Their ships have turned away
from the fleet.

That's good. We'll have time
to warn the Galactica.

Let's get out of here
without getting spotted.

By your command.

- Speak.
- I bring good news.

We believe we have located
the Battlestar Galactica.

Oh?

A scouting expedition of Colonial vipers

has landed on a listening post
in the quadrant Otarsis.

They were permitted to escape,
as you instructed.

- How far is this outpost from us?
- 1.5 hectares.

Since the Galactica is kept
to a minimum speed

by the slower vehicles
under her protection,

at light speed we can easily
catch her within a centon.

- Is she aware she's been detected?
- No.

Our fighters will take her
by complete surprise.

As they did at Carillon?

Hmm?

One base star is not sufficient
to assure victory over the Galactica.

Find her but follow just beyond
her scanner range.

Until we can call for reinforcements?

Such a call would surely
be picked up by the Galactica.

She would be alerted and escape.

- Logical.
- Yes.

Now perhaps you see why the Imperious
Leader put me in command.

But if we cannot call for assistance
and you will not attack,

is not the end result the same?

The Galactica escapes.

Have faith, Lucifer. Have faith.
I have a plan.

All I need is the opportunity
to present it.

- And that will come.
- By your command.

Commander, Patrol 1 reporting in.
They're a centon out from the fleet.

They're late. Have them report to me.

- What about Patrol 2?
- Boomer is holding on the outer marker.

Holding? I want him in. We're flying blind.

Alpha Patrol, you're clear to land.

Thank you. Let's put 'em in, Jolly.

'Jolly, do you hear me?
Jolly, are you all right? Jolly?'

Get your nose up. That cadet
made a better approach than you.

- 'What?'
- Get your nose up and steady up.

- You all right?
- I don't know.

I�ve got a buzzing in my ears. I feel woozy.

Better get your breathing gear checked
with the lab. Probably leaking carbide.

That is, if you land. Now get that nose up.

- A Cylon outpost?
- 'It�s well hidden but there.'

- Thank you, Lieutenant.
- 'By your leave, sir.'

Hm. Colonel.

Notify helm and plotting

that we'll change course to this quadrant.

Without waiting for Captain Apollo's
report on that sector?

We know we can't go back,
we know what's in this sector.

Let's hope Apollo's report is more optimistic.

Commander, Captain Apollo's probe
approaching Galactica.

- Excellent. Call him to the bridge.
- Yes, sir.

Hey! All right!

Boomer, you OK?

Hey, Boomer. What's wrong?

'Boomer?'

Come on. The Colonel's watching us.
Quit clowning around!

'With Captain Apollo returning late,
I wished to extend the curfew.'

But if you men are falling down drunk...

I am not drunk, sir. I just got a little dizzy.

Any more "dizziness"
and I�ll send everyone back to quarters.

- Understood?
- 'Understood.'

Hey, look, it's not my fault. I...

Hey, Boomer!
Sit down. Just sit down here.

Relax, man, relax.

We all know those deep patrols
are too long.

I don't understand it.
I was feeling fine and then... Phew.

What were the symptoms
when he reported to the life station?

Dizziness, rapid pulse,
escalating internal temperature.

It�s risen two points since I called you.

He was on deep probe
and skipped decontamination.

He what?

There's a party going on for Apollo,
a sendoff. He didn't want to miss it.

That's just splendid.

Don't these warriors realise
what one errant virus or bacteria,

for which we have no immunity,
could do to our people?

Get this man in a support chamber, quickly.

Quickly!

Thanks a lot.

A buddy has to make a guy
comfortable in his last few hours.

Listen. After decontamination,
there's something I want to show you.

Every man, woman and child
in the fleet could die.

I don't know what got into them -
maybe the excitement of the party.

Excitement of the party?

Come on, Colonel.

Security! I want everyone
who's been in contact

with Flight Sergeant Jolly and Lieutenant
Boomer under strict quarantine!

This better be good.
I�m delaying a reunion.

I promise you a night you will remember.

Don't touch that door!

The three of you, back in that room!

Tell my staff to get
isolation chambers here quickly!

What is it? What happened?

Maybe the end of us all.

Doctor, the new patient just went critical.

Lower his cryo tube temp to minus 72.

And increase his Isoldin
intravenous feed six units per centon.

Of all the stupid blunders!

The important thing now is to recover.

To avoid the Cylon outpost, we'll be going
along the route you explored.

- We can't go that way.
- We can't?

There's something more dangerous
than a Cylon outpost...

a magnetic sea as endless
as anything I�ve ever seen.

What do you mean? Magnetic sea?

A void so far across we couldn't scan
the other side. It ruined my sensors.

If Starbuck hadn't come after me,
I couldn't have made it back.

Well, we can't go that way.

What if we were to skirt around the void,
follow its perimeter? Commander?

Commander?

I�ll be in my quarters.
Maintain this course.

But we're heading for the void. I suggest...

You have your orders, Colonel.

Zap, zap!

Come on, Muffit. Up, Muffit.

Up, Muffit.

Apollo!

- Hey, Boxey, how are you?
- Fine.

Your mom here? Sorry, Muffit.

- Your mom here?
- She's in there putting...

What's this, secrets?

I bet I know. She's trying on
her gown for the wedding.

I�m not supposed to see it, right?

- Sort of.
- Apollo?

- I�ll be right out.
- Don't worry,

it's not bad luck to see the bride
before her wedding day.

Flight Cadet Serina
reporting for duty, Captain.

- What is this, a joke?
- No.

I just wanted to surprise you.

I�ve been in training ever since
Adama opened up the programme

- to replace the pilots we lost.
- Training? In training to...

A shuttle cadet...
who has just finished her first solo.

Would you excuse us for a centon, Boxey?

OK.

Come on, Muffit. They're gonna argue.

We are not going to argue.

- Yes, they are.
- Yes, we are.

You didn't even tell me.
No one did. Does my father know?

No, he doesn't get a report
on every cadet in the fleet.

- I won't let you do it.
- You have no choice.

- We're about to be married!
- What does that have to do with it?

- Your own sister's a pilot and a warrior.
- She's my sister, not my wife-to-be!

If that's what it's about,
we can take care of that.

Serina!

Don't you understand? I love you.

I don't want anything to happen to you.

Don't you think I love you, too?

You go flying off on missions
in your viper, into combat.

I�ll just be a shuttle pilot.

Do you know how many we lost on Carillon?

Do you know how many civilians?

There is no safe place anywhere in the fleet.

Everybody's being trained in every capacity.

It�s the only way if we're gonna survive.

Are you any good?

Top of the class.

You'd better be. You're gonna be married
to a squadron commander.

Yes, sir.

Get this man on the line right away.
He's critical.

Excuse me, Cassiopeia.

Doctor. This disease has swept
through every fighter pilot

and half the bridge officers...

everyone who had contact
with anyone at that party.

I can't isolate it.

Cryogen tubes.

I had no choice. They'd be dead
if not in cryogenic suspension.

It�s only delaying the inevitable unless I can
isolate the source of that infection, soon.

And Doctor, you understand
the significance of these men?

They are not just individuals.
They're our only means of defence.

I understand all that, Commander.

And that's your problem.

Mine is keeping them alive.

"After their home planet Kobol
was known to be doomed,

"the people set forth across
a great void which seemed endless,

"until a bright shining star appeared
and guided them to safety."

Enter.

You sent for me, Father?

Yes, Apollo.

Colonel Tigh has prepared a roster

of everyone in the fleet
who's had flight experience.

It comes down to a few old-time warriors
with various disabilities

and the group at the bottom of the list.

- Oh, no.
- I�m afraid so.

I want you to get them combat-ready
as quickly as possible.

- You're not serious?
- I�m deadly serious.

The viper's the most advanced
flying machine ever designed by man.

You don't just turn one over to a shuttle pilot.

Would you prefer to turn the Galactica
over to the Cylons without a fight?

I don't know when we'll get
our fighter pilots back, if we ever do.

- It�s that serious?
- It�s that serious.

I don't mean to be brusque
but I have many things to do.

- You have your orders, Captain.
- Yes, sir.

But it...

Yes, sir.

I don't believe you've read all the names
on that roster, Commander.

Oh, Lord.

Now, I know you shuttle pilots

have never had a pressure suit on before.

But a viper isn't a shuttle.

Without this suit, you can't survive
the G-forces you'll pull under combat.

As soon as you're into your uniforms,
move through to the simulators.

- Captain.
- Oh, yes, Cadet Serina?

I love you.

Um... Yes, that's very good.

Um, Starbuck...

Yo.

Number 18 just went critical.

Same procedure.

I�m not going to find the answer here.

Scanners indicate the void is infinite.

Not infinite, just beyond our scanner's
ability to probe the other side.

- Excuse me.
- Oh, Doctor...

Is there any possibility...

How soon can some of our pilots
be returned to duty?

It�s not a matter of how soon
they will return to duty,

it's a matter of how soon they will die.

I want permission to return
to wherever the two warriors landed.

If I can isolate the source of the infection...

Doctor, that asteroid is a parsec behind us
and has a Cylon sentinel post.

We can't go back. With only two vipers
for cover, it would be suicide.

The health team is willing
to take that chance.

I appreciate that, Doctor,
but I must agree with Colonel Tigh.

I can't grant permission,
not without the proper escort.

Commander, going back there
is the only hope those boys have.

- The only hope?
- The only hope, sir.

- What is the status of Blue Squadron?
- Still in simulators.

Doctor, prepare your team
and report back to me.

Very good, sir.

Let's hope and pray
our shuttle pilots can fly those vipers.

- 'Stick on my tail. I�m on him.'
- Right behind you, Starbuck.

'My laser pump's jammed.
You have to take him.'

I got him.

I got him! I did it!

'You sure did. You got the Cylon.'

- And me.
- What?

After blasting him, you crossed
my tail still firing. I�m dead.

- I�m sorry.
- You're sorry?

All right, girls, I�ll explain it
one more time.

'Captain Apollo, report to the bridge.
Captain Apollo, report to the bridge.'

Run the next one through.

- And try not to get killed this time.
- Yeah, right.

Commander.

Well, Captain,
how are your shuttle pilots doing?

Fine, considering the closest
they've been to a viper

was probably at an Armament Day display.

Dr Salik wants to send a medical team

back to the asteroid
where the disease was contracted.

It�s the only way to find
the root cause and a cure.

That's a one-way mission.
There's a Cylon listening post there.

We'd have to send
at least one squadron as escort.

At least. And since there's
only two of us, there's...

The shuttle pilots haven't even
launched in a real viper yet.

You said they were doing fine.

Yes, but a long way from being able
to fly a real mission. It�s too risky.

Everything we do has an element of risk.

- They're shuttle pilots.
- They're warriors.

And all warriors know
they may have to sacrifice their lives.

But not throw them away.

What do you estimate the losses might be?

If I run into Cylons,
I could lose the entire squadron.

Or you could leave
the lesser-qualified pilots behind.

I appreciate what you're saying, Father,

but if I hold one of them back,
I should hold them all back.

In my opinion, not one of them
is qualified for this mission!

Thank you, Captain. It will be so logged.

Medical shuttle taking off
from flight deck one.

'Will rendezvous with
Blue Squadron at coordinates Alpha 37.'

Coordinates Alpha 37 confirmed.

Transferring launch control to viper fighters.

'Launch when ready.'

All right, girls,
just like we did it in the simulators.

Remember, these controls are
as sensitive as a schoolgirl's...lips.

Blue Squadron, let's show the fleet
how a launch is done.

Blue Squadron leader launching.

'Brie, what's wrong?
You're losing it. Get control!'

Back on the power.

'Back on the power!'

'Hit your auto-control!
Brie, hit your power control.'

'You did it, Brie. You did it!'

Blue Squadron launched.

Easy, Deitra. You're coming up too fast.

That's better.
Watch your spacing, Serina.

Wingmen, stick tight to your leaders.

By your command.

We are trailing just beyond
the Galactica's scanner range.

Excellent.

She has veered away from the outpost.

- Quite logical.
- On the contrary, quite illogical.

They are heading into the Epsilon Quadrant,
towards a magnetic abyss.

- A magnetic abyss?
- A void.

A navigational inferno. Possibly endless.

They should engage our small outpost
rather than enter such a dangerous area.

Unless they know we're following.

Anything is possible

but the odds are astronomically against it.

Shall we launch our fighters
against the Galactica now?

No. Have they sent out
reconnaissance patrols?

Occasionally. We dropped back
beyond their scanner range.

Give top priority to capturing
one of those patrol pilots.

If I am right,

Adama will turn the Galactica over to me

without firing a shot.

By your command.

Isn�t he wonderfully devious?

We can learn much from him.

- Asteroid on my scanner. Sector Delta 5.
- Got it.

Hold the squadron at Omega 4.
I�ll approach from the other side.

If I can surprise them, maybe I can take out
the sentinel before they scramble fighters.

Then we won't have to risk the squadron.

We should all go at once.
We are capable of handling...

Demonstrate your capabilities
by following orders.

- Yes, sir.
- Here I go.

Good luck, Captain.

Starbuck. Brie.

I�m picking up a blip on the scanner.
Rear Quadrant Tau.

That would be the shuttle. It�s ours.

I don't think so. It�s closing in on us.

I told them to hold position.

Oh, frack!

Deitra, take command.
We've got a Cylon on our tail.

Form on me. Let's go, girls.

- Athena, what are you doing?
- I�m your wingman.

A wingman should stick to a leader.

OK, OK. Just hold back a little.

- And for Sagan's sake, don't shoot me.
- Keep it up, Starbuck. Keep it up.

Colonial vipers. Warn the base.

'Hit your turbo!'

'Hit your reverse thrusters!'

Fire, Starbuck, fire.

- Beautiful.
- Save it. They've warned the outpost.

'Apollo's going to need help.'

Frack!

'Blue Squadron, Apollo. They're launching.'

The air will soon be full of Cylons!
Return to Galactica! Return to Galactica!

After this run, Captain.

I got him.

Oh, felgercarb!

Easy, Brie, I got him.

That's two.

Stay on 'em, I�m going for the launch bay.

Nice shooting, Captain.

Thank you, Lieutenant. Serina?

- Right here.
- Where's Starbuck?

He turned on a Cylon fighter. He left me in
command. I thought you needed support.

You thought right. Good job.

Medical shuttle, the asteroid is secure.
Prepare to land.

Commander, Blue Squadron reports
mission successful, no casualties.

Good. As soon as the squadron has landed,

order all ships to close on the Galactica
and slow to probe speed.

We're not going into the void?

Tigh, the Cylon outpost, I�m sure,
has alerted every nearby base.

The darkness of the void
may give us some cover.

If there are any of us left to find.

We're going in.

His reaction to the news
will be interesting to observe.

- By your command.
- Speak.

Vipers from the Galactica
have destroyed our outpost.

The Galactica is on her way
over the outpost now?

- No.
- No?

She is instead entering the void.

Why bother risking detection
by destroying the outpost

if they had no intention
of moving in that direction, unless...

unless Adama needs
something from the asteroid.

Food, fuel?

There are no such supplies there.

There is one other...
curious matter to report.

What is it?

The Colonial viper craft reportedly flew
in a peculiarly erratic fashion.

Evidently they flew well enough
to destroy your base.

It was a small outpost, caught by surprise,

since you determined
the Galactica would not strike there.

Do not fence with me, my friend.

Everything is proceeding
according to my plan,

except you have not captured
one of their pilots as I ordered.

To assure such a capture,
we would have to risk being discovered.

You ordered us out of scanner range.

They send out patrols, do they not?

Capture one!

ST US By Tchen..
Sync & error correction: Ki3r