All language subtitles for Battlestar Galactica 1978 S01E09 Gun on Ice Planet Zero Pt 2

Avalanche!

I have no control over
the use of my creations!

- No responsibility!
- Then who does?

Hold on! They're using the intakes!

Fire.

'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.'

'In part one of
Gun On Ice Planet Zero...'

I just have the feeling
that we're being carefully manoeuvred.

We're being herded
into this safe passage ahead.

Pump system to speed.

I'm picking up a flare.
A brilliant bead of light, like an eclipse.

I'm going to check it out.

Locked on target.

Fire.

'We're under attack.'

Battle stations! Flight officer!

Starbuck, they're forcing me down.

- Is it something serious?
- No.

We're just handing the fleet over
to a bunch of criminals.

There's not much difference between
you and your fellow convicts and us.

We are all live for the promise of freedom
and fear the same death.

Cylons.

We're going down!

Search for wreckage.
Leave no survivors.

They're clones.

You came to destroy
the Ravashol pulsar.

- Ravashol?
- He is the Father Creator.

- Cylon patrol.
- Everybody down.

'And now, the exciting conclusion
of Gun On Ice Planet Zero.'

The way is clear now.

So you're not turning us in to the Cylons.

No, we hate the Cylons.

We are Theta-class life forms,

considered by the Cylons
to be subhuman.

We were created for slave labour.

Most of our brothers and sisters
are still slaves.

But you revolted.

- Evidently we are not perfect.
- No. Just human.

Will you help us destroy the pulsar?

First we must get into the village. Come.

This is the entrance
to our underground city.

This leads to the base
of the research station.

We must get to the top of that mountain.

- There is one who can help.
- Who?

Father Creator - Ravashol.

- He's here? In the village?
- He lives at the base of Mount Hekla.

- You'll take me to him?
- To free my people? Yes.

But first I'll take your people to safety.

The probe that landed on
the planet's surface - it was destroyed?

Not exactly.

- Not exactly?
- Control yourself, my friend.

You'll blow a circuit,
or I believe you call it a blood vessel.

Quite flimsy compared to...

I do not need a lesson in anatomy.
Where are our fighters?

Close to the point of no return.

Still hectares from the Galactica.

Have them attack the Galactica.

But they will not have
enough fuel to return.

That's suicide.

- They're machines!
- We are all machines.

Even you, of a sort.

With a probe on the surface
and possible survivors,

I must push the Galactica forward.

Even if they were human pilots,
I would give the same order.

Yes, I believe you would.

By your command.

- Cylons are searching the village.
- Take the others and hide them.

- But where?
- With the children.

Hear that, Muffit? There are children!

- Children?
- We were thought to be sterile.

It was a Cylon mandate to maintain
the purity of the Theta life form.

- But we have been bearing children.
- And hiding them?

Yes.

Father Creator,
please do not call for help.

You are not permitted here.
Only planners.

Father Creator,
we are in need of your help.

- You're one of the 5 series.
- Yes. Series 5, Culture 9.

You are not one of mine.

You're a human.

Flight Captain Apollo
from the Battlestar Galactica.

The Galactica is a vessel of war.
I have no use for war or violence.

You have a strange way of showing it.

What's that on the mountain,
a weapon of peace?

It is an energy lens system to transmit
intelligence across the galaxy.

Your energy lens system
has fried two of my fighters

and is holding the Colonial fleet at bay
until the Cylons can destroy it.

Impossible! My system is maintained
by Series 5 Theta life forms.

With all reverence, they are whipped
if they come near the pulsar.

You are wrong!

I make adjustments, repairs, I transmit.
My helpers are Series 5!

Right now your pulsar is manned
by Cylons as a weapon of war.

A temporary misuse.
A temporary abuse.

So you know how it's being used!

I have no control over
the use of my creations!

- No responsibility!
- Then who does?

'Dr Ravashol, permission to enter.'

Cylons!

Behind the research stacks,
in the equipment cases. Hide him!

Enter.

Why did you keep us waiting?

Would you like me to ruin my work?
These are delicate compounds.

- Search.
- What do you think you're doing?

The garrison commander
will hear of this.

- We have orders to search.
- We'll see about that.

This is Dr Ravashol. I want to speak
to the command Centurion.

'Dr Ravashol.'

Why is my work being disrupted?
There is a patrol here.

We are searching for humans.

I know nothing about humans.

Please order your Centurions to go
so I may continue my work.

Only planners are permitted to visit you.

He's here because I need a strong back
to move some equipment.

Leave Dr Ravashol to his research.
Punish the worker clone.

He's here at my orders!

Cylons! Cylons! Help!

- This is our chance to go.
- We've more chance on the mountain.

Why couldn't you leave us alone?

If you hadn't come,
all would be peaceful!

We had no choice.
The Cylons forced us here.

They are out to exterminate
every human in the universe.

- Even you will go.
- They let me live.

They understand my work. You want
to destroy everything I've created.

Before you came,
everything was in its place.

- Planners to think, workers to work.
- I've got news for you.

Your workers are thinking

and breeding.

- Impossible.
- Tell that to the children they've hidden.

Children?

If you won't help me to save the lives
in the fleet, do it for the Thetas.

In a sense, they're all your children.

We've picked up
a Cylon fighter squadron.

- How many?
- An attack phalanx.

- They're beginning to press.
- Battle stations.

Order Blue Squadron to patrol the rear.

'Vector coordinates coded
and transferred.

'Launch Bay Alpha,
stand by to launch fighter patrol.

'Launch when ready.

'Enemy approaching.
100 microns and closing.'

- Protect the freighters.
- Blue Leader, engage.

Have our fighters engaged the Galactica?

Yes. But they will not have
enough fuel to return.

Break off the attack.

Baltar, I believe my sound sensor
mishears you.

I said break off the attack!

It will force Adama to believe...

that we are even closer
than we are in actuality.

Very clever. A little hard on our troops
but very clever.

By your command.

Why are they withdrawing?

Secure quarters.

They'll be back in packs like wild animals.

How long until the landing party
completes its mission?

Irrelevant.
We must move forward in exactly...

420 centons,

whether they're successful or not.

There are two chambers,

one housing the pulsar,
the other a small garrison.

The only way to destroy it
is to jam or reverse the main pump.

It's not easy but it can be done.
Here, here and here.

Quick, we must hide these humans.

He won't hurt you! He's just a daggit!

Where's Thane?

I don't know, maybe he got separated.

He's been looking
for a chance to make a break.

- We'd better go find him.
- Wait. Let us do it.

As you can see, strangers are easy
to single out here. Come.

What is your purpose here?

Just visiting.

How many of you are there?

I travel alone.
I've always been a little antisocial.

- You are from the Galactica.
- Never heard of it.

The Cylons have captured one of your party.

- I'll go.
- You're not going anywhere.

I need you to scale the mountain.

Take me to where they have Thane.

- The Cylons will recognise you.
- Not if I'm dressed like a Theta.

- All this risk for one man?
- He might betray us.

Are you sure it's Thane you want to save
and not the other one?

Who else are you looking for?

It's a pilot I lost. Just a kid, really.
His name's Cree.

If he survived, the Cylons will have him.

For his sake, I hope he didn't.

Take him to a cold cell.

I will examine his cortex later.

No! No!

No!

How many combat ships in the fleet?

Tough question. There's so many.

How many?

Starbuck!

- Where's Apollo?
- He is with Ravashol.

- Is he safe?
- He is in hiding.

Can Ravashol be trusted?

He saved Ser 5-9 from the Cylons.

- Looks like they caught you.
- Ravashol lied to save me.

I prefer being whipped to being killed.

In my inner pocket there's a tape coder.

The information you want is recorded in it.

Just press that button.

We'd better get back.

That's no way to greet a fellow warrior.

I left you in charge. What happened?

Thane's dead.

- But he didn't betray us.
- We got a problem.

- Ravashol says...
- Father Creator helped you?

Yes. He says our only chance
is a simultaneous attack.

One garrison is stationed
outside the pulsar, the other on the gun.

You're in charge of taking the garrison.

- I won't let you down.
- I'm counting on it.

- Let's set our timepieces at 200 centons.
- Got it.

We'll reach the top and start our attack
in exactly 200 centons.

The Galactica will be
moving forward after that.

- For all our sakes, don't be late.
- I'll be there.

One of the clones told me

the Cylon fighters are located
at the top of the mountain,

just behind the pulsar emplacement.

When we get there, we grab one!

And go where?

How long before Galactica hunts us down?

The Galactica is the hunted.

Adama won't waste a squadron
hunting down three ex-convicts.

He knows that!

Why are your sympathies
with those who chained you?

The Galactica and the entire fleet
are finished.

They will be if we don't
knock out that pulsar.

Right. They'll all be destroyed
and we'll be free!

We can find another planet. Starlos isn't far.

We can pick up food and water and fuel.

Are you with us,

or are you going to turn your back
on freedom again?

I could not shoot down a Colonial warrior.

Oh, yes, I know - the code, the bloodline.

And for all your compassion,
they chained you like an animal!

Now is your chance! Our chance.

One last time, my husband.

Are you with us?

I'm with you.

Good news.

Some of our fighters may have
enough fuel to rendezvous with us.

Well, at least 30%.

Good.

Have them re-engage the Galactica.

But Baltar, they just disengaged.

Yes!

It will drive Adama crazy.

- He's not the only one.
- You said something?

By your command.

Enemy closing. 10 microns.

- General quarters.
- Closing in, five microns.

Blue Squadron up.
Launch when ready.

Activate the laser turrets.

Cylon attacking fighters have retreated

but Cylon battlestars
are entering the quadrant.

Our time is up, Colonel.
Flank speed ahead!

We're going right through.

By your command.

'Our base ships have arrived
and are closing on the Galactica.

'What is the status of the pulsar?'

- Fully operative.
- 'Initiate random firing.

'Sweep the entire corridor. Begin at once.'

By your command.

Notify summit station.

Random sweeps covering the corridor.

Lens system aligned.

Pulsar ready to fire.

Commence firing.

My God.
Yes, I read you.

Fire.

Avalanche!

That's one I owe you.

His leg - he'll never make it
to the top of the mountain.

- Can you get him down?
- I think so.

- Do it!
- What about the pulsar?

We'll take it from here. Let's go!
We've only got 80 centons left!

Fire.

We're getting within range.

The expedition must have failed.

They still have 70 centons.

Fire.

It's closing. 68 centons.

If we're gonna go...

it's got to be now!

I'm with you.

There's nowhere you can go, Wolfe!

There's a squadron of Cylon fighters
the other side of the hill.

We're getting off this piece of ice.

There isn't time! The Galactica's
passing through the quadrant!

- We've got to silence that gun!
- I don't care about the Galactica.

The Galactica is the only ship
in the galaxy that can protect you.

Without us you're finished!

I don't think you realise who is finished here.

The Cylons won't rest until we're all dead.

Don't worry, Captain, we're gonna make it.

- To where?
- Well, now...

that isn't really going to matter...to you.

Wolfe!

Don't shoot!

He'll never make it.

He's not getting away,
he's as good as dead.

We've got to go with him.
It's our only chance.

We're here on a mission...

a mission to save the last remains
of a once-civilised race.

And we're going to do it!
You understand that?

This mission goes through.

Let's get moving. Time is running out.

I'm putting you in charge.
Get us into that pulsar station.

We've only got 62 centons.

We're approaching Cylon scanning range.

They'll have a fix on us at any moment.

Commander...

I suggest we let all the ships
move at maximum speed.

We jeopardise the fleet if we maintain
the speed of the slowest ship.

Execute.

Galactica to all ships.
Accelerate to maximum possible speed.

Increase interval spacing. And good luck.

Where is the Galactica?

60 centons and closing.

50 centons and closing.

Maintain random firing.

Fire.

Hard to starboard.

42 centons. I'll be with you as fast as I can.

- Where you going?
- To settle a debt.

- You're going to what?
- Don't wait more than 20 centons.

This is the intake for the cooling system.

Laser's inside.

We don't have enough solenite
to blow it all up.

Ravashol said the key element
is the energy exchange pump.

If we can wreck it,
the gun will overload and blow itself up.

Let's take a look.

We've only got 35 centons to go.

I hope Starbuck's on schedule.

The emergency escape hatch.

The cold cells where the Cylons
hold prisoners are directly below.

- There'll be guards.
- It'll take 'em by surprise.

Nobody breaks into prison.

- Starbuck!
- Can you walk?

- I can try.
- Let's go.

- Where is the Galactica?
- 30 centons and closing.

Fire.

- Hard to port.
- Helm hard to port.

- That was close.
- Hard to starboard.

Commander, we have to turn back.
We'll never make it.

27 centons and closing.

Hold on! They're using the intakes!

Let's go!

Hurry up, we've only got 25 centons.

Come on. In here.

Wait. Listen...

- You risked your life to save his.
- Seemed like a good trade then.

You are very courageous.
I don't wish to betray my people but...

But what?

- They will help you destroy the Cylons.
- I know.

They will not allow you to destroy the pulsar.

How will they stop us? Apollo
and the others are setting the charges.

I do not know how, only that they will...

by whatever means.

Let's talk to your people.

That's the firing station in the middle.
It controls the energy pump.

- Is that the target?
- Blow that and it overloads.

It'll blow off the top of the mountain.

20 centons.

Fire.

- Increase spacing between ships.
- Yes, sir.

Cylon base stars, quadrant Epsilon.
Closing rapidly.

There's your answer, Colonel.

We can't turn back. We must move forward.

We'll get through. We must get through.

We'll help you destroy the garrison.
The pulsar weapon belongs to us.

Keep that gun and the Galactica
is blown out of the sky.

When news of our revolt reaches
a Cylon outpost or base ship,

they will come here
in their fighters to destroy us.

You will have gone.
We will be here alone and defenceless

unless we have the pulsar to repel them.

Can't you hear it?

The Galactica is the last Colonial battlestar.
The fate of an entire race depends on it!

- That is not our concern.
- But it is mine.

I am a member of that race
that is fleeing the Cylon tyranny.

Father Creator.

It is for our protection that I speak.

We will not be subjugated again
by machines.

- We are not perfect...
- But you are human.

More human than I had anticipated.

I shall review my notes
to see where I went wrong.

Those are your brothers out there in space.

We have to help them. Destroy the pulsar.

I will protect you.

- Eight centons to go.
- We go now or not at all.

All the way or not at all.

- We are with you.
- Let's go.

How will you protect them?

I didn't give the Cylons
everything I've created.

Five centons.

You take the three at the firing station,

I'll take the two at the door.

For the glory of Caprica.

For once in your life don't be late, Starbuck.

Four centons and closing.

Fire.

Heads up.

Three centons and closing.

Commander,
we'll be in range in one centon.

Ready?

Now!

Let's go! We're almost out of time!

Croft!

Fire.

That was too close.
Why haven't they stopped it?

- The garrison?
- Wiped out.

You go ahead. I'll get Croft.

Croft, we've only got a few microns left.

Why would she do that?
Why would she save my life?

Let's go.

Fire.

45 microns and closing.

40 microns, 39...

What if the blast cuts the cable?

We'll find out.

33, 32,

31, 30 microns.

Time to leave, kids. Let's go!

- My father!
- I'm taking you to him, kid.

14, 13...

Ten...

Nine...

Eight, seven,

six, five,

four, three...

Two...
One.

Fire.

Commander, we've picked up
an explosion on the surface! A big one!

Can you read position?

The mountain!

They've done it. They've done it!

- Secure quarters!
- Normal operations.

Send out a rescue unit
with full fighter escort.

Aye aye, sir.

Baltar, I bring grave news.

- It cannot be.
- I'm afraid it can.

A handful of humans successfully destroyed
the Ravashol pulsar.

Despite all of your garrisons and squadrons

and the biggest weapon in the universe?

But the strategy was yours, Baltar.

I recommend we come up with a solid front

to explain this debacle
to the Imperious Leader.

Very well.

But I will yet have the last laugh
on Adama, mark my words.

Don't I always, Baltar?

I haven't seen emotion in a long time.

It's good to see it again.

- The Cylons will be back.
- We'll take care of them.

You may have trouble with your children,
they're getting more and more human.

I'm glad.

Peace be with you.
May you get to where you're going.

Peace be with you, Father Creator.

- Let's go home!
- Goodbye! Good luck!

Let's go home! Let's go, Starbuck.

Captain, wait.

This is the chance of a lifetime.

Three versions
of the same beautiful woman.

- Imagine the possibilities.
- I can.

- You can?
- Yeah. Another time.

Captain...

Bye.

Well, you win one, lose one.

I just lost all three.

'Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny,

'the last battlestar, Galactica,

'leads a ragtag fugitive fleet

'on a lonely quest...

'a shining planet

'known as Earth.'

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