All language subtitles for Battlestar Galactica 1978 S01E16 War of the Gods Pt 2

You have been found guilty
of treason against the state.

Remove him.

I know you. I remember that voice.

Who was attacking us?

Starbuck, it's so loud! I can't stand it!

The key is to be found in the crashed ship
where you discovered Iblis.

- What are you doing?
- Stay back!

- What is it you found?
- Don't go in there.

'In part one of War Of The Gods...'

Making the final sweep...

Bojay.

- Lord, they're fast!
- Wait, they're moving up behind us!

Bojay!

They disappeared here, in this sector.

- There's been no transmissions?
- An automatic distress signal.

Since then, nothing.
Four ships have vanished.

Was that a ship?

Yes, it was. It was destroyed.

- By whom?
- The great powers.

- You mean the Cylon Empire?
- No.

I want a complete report on him
from the life station.

Cranium probe, neurosystems, everything,

including psycho-electron recall.

Your people will be safe...
under my leadership.

But they're so beautiful.

Don't be beguiled.
Their glow conceals everlasting darkness.

Look away, Sheba.

- Who are you?
- I am of another world,

a degree of being developed
far in advance of your own.

- How can you verify that?
- Prepare for me three tests.

As I have the power to move that object,

so I have the power to deliver your people.

I will deliver your enemy unto you this night.

Omega, bring the fleet to full alert.

- Yes, sir.
- What is it? What's happening?

I have just received
a direct communiqu� from Baltar.

What?

Requesting permission to come aboard
under a universal sign of truce.

'This is an event
unlike any we've experienced

'since the destruction of our civilisation.

'Baltar's ship is approaching

'and is being intercepted
by an elite squadron

'which will escort the instrument
of our holocaust directly into our hands.

'Word is spreading like sunbursts
through every corner of the fleet.

'It's a jubilation unprecedented

'as Baltar is brought before
the Council of 12.

'It is just as Count Iblis promised.

'Our enemy has been delivered.

'And now, the exciting conclusion
of War Of The Gods.'

Baltar.

You have been found guilty
of treason against the state

and in violation of every code

of moral and ethical conduct known to man.

You're sentenced to spend
the rest of your life in confinement

aboard the prison barge.

No, I say you can't do this!

I came to you under a sign of truce!

You need me! We need each other!

There is a power greater
than the Cylon Empire!

It will destroy us all unless we unite!

May I address the Council?

Baltar.

- Who are you?
- I'm Count Iblis.

I will lead these people away
from your ruthless pursuit.

That voice. There's something about
your voice. I've heard it before.

It is the voice of truth.
It will lead these people

as it has led you
to surrender to their justice.

I came here of my own free will.

Just as you willingly drop to your knees
to accept your punishment.

Adama!

- Remove him.
- Who is he?

You can't! You can't do this to me!

I came here of my own free will!

There were to be two more
elements to our bargain...

one, that I should lead you to Earth

and the other was to be decided
amongst yourselves.

I remind you that
the people are expectant.

Now they rejoice in the fall of Baltar

but soon they will demand
that the journey to Earth begin.

When you have decided,

you will find me amongst the people
in celebration.

I believe we should all join in
the celebration.

And I see no reason to delay
electing Count Iblis

to the presidency of our quorum.

Are there any dissenting votes?

If I may.

It is true Count Iblis has done as promised.

And as you said, Sire, it was inspirational.

However, there are still
questions unanswered,

warriors who've disappeared,

disquieting events still to be studied.

May I suggest adjournment
until this time tomorrow?

Fair enough.
The Council of 12 stands adjourned.

Sit, Baltar. Do not pace.

You. You!

Sit...old friend.

I will not.

And you cannot ever again force me
to do anything. I know you!

I remember that voice.

Do you?

The voice of the Cylon Imperious Leader.

- But the Cylons are machines.
- Yes, now.

But once they were a race of beings

who allowed themselves to be overcome
by their own technology.

- And when did this happen?
- A thousand yahrens ago.

At the onset of the Thousand-Yahren War
against the humans.

Then my voice would have to have been
transcribed into a machine leader

a thousand yahrens ago.

I'd have to be a thousand yahrens old.

Do not fear, my friend.

All is not lost.

Please come with me.
I want you to attend the games.

I've too much on my mind
and I have decisions which I must make.

You sound like Apollo.

He's decided not to play tonight.
It's causing dissension within the fleet.

I didn't know of his decision.

Well, what do you know?

I've been looking all over for you.
Where have you been?

Boxey, hold it.

Boxey!

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Since when do you just walk
out of here without giving me a hug?

My friends all say you're a coward.

A coward? What are you talking about?

They say you're afraid to play in the games.

Why would I be afraid?
We have the best team in the fleet.

We can beat anybody.

Count Iblis says that
Boomer's team's gonna win.

Since when does
he know anything about triad?

My friends say you're afraid if you lose,

it'll prove Count Iblis
is smarter than Grandfather,

that he should be our new leader.

My not playing in the games
has nothing to do with my father.

It has to do with wasting my time,

laughing and carrying on
like nothing is wrong

while friends of mine may be
out there dying someplace.

- Can you understand that?
- I guess so.

Good.

Tell your friends I said
it doesn't matter who wins.

I'd be just as happy
to see Boomer win for a change.

It isn't easy, is it?

- No.
- No.

How can I explain my feelings to a child

when I can't explain them to myself?

I thought you did rather well.

I'm not sure I agree with you entirely.

You, of all people, think I should play?

Will it serve any purpose
for you to sit in your quarters

and think about your missing friends?

Son...don't make it more difficult for me.

And don't leave me
with 220 ships full of enthusiasts

who are outraged
because you didn't show up to play.

You'd just be serving Count Iblis' cause.

He's become quite popular.

I think half the fleet would follow him now.

Father, if you think my not playing
will shift the balance his way, I'll play.

Well, I...

I don't think you'd be doing
your missing friends

a disservice.

In fact, you may even be helping them.

Sheba.

Boomer.

- Good luck.
- You too.

Well, so much for my moment of glory.

Come on. Don't give up
before you've begun.

You are good.

I am good, he is better.

But I'd give anything
to beat him just once.

I'd heard you'd felt that way.
Maybe I can be of help.

Nothing can beat skill, sir.

The Commander's son
is a trifle too sure of himself.

Maybe that weakness can be exploited.

Obviously, you've never played triad
against Starbuck and Apollo.

No, but I'd like to - through you.

How badly would you like to win?

Go! Go! Go!

'..a surprising
early advantage. Loose sphere!

'Apollo comes up with it!
Releases and misses!'

Come on, Apollo!

Is it just me

or does everyone seem
especially festive that we lost?

I don't remember anybody being this happy
when we won. Including me.

My dear young friends,
there is a new air of optimism.

Join in it. You look so serious.

The games will be a distant memory
before this night is through.

How long is this party going to last?
These people are in critical jobs.

Trust me to worry
about the fleet from now on.

My commandment is...
that everyone enjoy life to its fullest.

No matter how long it lasts.

Starbuck, Apollo,
you just don't seem to get the point.

Look, we're all saved, so relax.

Oh, come on, Apollo.

Let me offer you a little consolation.

What a wonderful idea.

They make a handsome couple.

Really?

I, er...somehow had the impression
you were interested in Sheba for yourself.

Why should she be limited to one man?

Or you and I to one woman?

Hm. I get the feeling I might like
this place you come from.

I can see you and I
are going to be soul mates.

- Let me offer you a drink.
- I can't see any harm in one drink.

I'm surprised you asked me to dance
and not Count Iblis.

Apollo, are you jealous?

Jealous?

Now, you hold it.

Do you think I'd let something as petty
as jealousy interfere with my judgment

when the lives of everyone here
could be at stake? Do you?

More of those unidentified ships?

They're observing us
or setting us up for something.

Still nothing on the scanner?

Where's Omega?
What's happened to all our personnel?

Many of our personnel
are on life station relief.

Why hasn't the chief life officer reported?

- He was one of the first stricken.
- Stricken?

Quite simply, an overdose of pleasure.

You can't be serious.
What about curfew for duty officers?

Apparently some leeway has been granted.

- By whom?
- Count Iblis.

Count Iblis.

Launch a security screen.
I want to see Iblis in my quarters.

Sir? Thus far, no pilots
have responded to the alert.

What's going on here?

Get moving! It's a red alert!

Let's go! Everybody up!

Starbuck?

What's going on here?
Wake up! It's a red alert.

I don't think everybody
made it back to the Galactica.

They're spread all over the fleet.

Get up! Come on.

Come on! Get up!

Come on, take it easy.

Gentlemen!

A disgraceful accounting of yourselves.

The alert is fully 12 centons along.
Not a ship is launched!

Why, you...

Release me, or forfeit your life!

Apollo, have you lost control? Release him!

You have just saved your son's life.

If this is the way you run your ship,

the Council may take up more
than my ascension to the presidency.

I may relieve you of your command
as military leader as well.

This may be of no interest to you
but the fleet is under attack.

Respond to the klaxon
or I'll have you arrested.

Iblis!

Who is attacking us?

What are they? What are you?

I have told you
all you are capable of comprehending.

For a man of such remarkable powers,

you show very grave concern for those
light forces observing us so closely.

They, too, are from my dominion.

- Then why do you fear them?
- I fear no man, no creature.

Not even God?

What do you primitive children know
of what you call God?

Only that we have been given laws
which cannot be broken

by any man or creature.

- Those laws do not apply to me.
- I wonder.

Just where in Hades' hole are you going?

Bandit at right centre.

I'm gonna get one of those white lights
and make myself a fireball.

See that? I blew him
right out of the universe.

Boomer, he left you standing still.

What's that noise?

Starbuck, Apollo, do you read me?
Something's coming up behind me.

It's so loud I can't stand it!

- Starbuck, what happened to him?
- I don't know.

One micron he was on my scanner,
the next he was gone.

I mean, he just disappeared.

Let's get back and see what we've got.

Are you crazy?
What do you mean get back?

We can't leave Boomer out here.

He's not out here. He's someplace else.

Someplace out of our reach.

- They're not necessarily hostile.
- But we've lost eight pilots.

- They haven't attacked the fleet.
- So far.

They're studying our weaknesses,
to find the best way to destroy us.

If an attack is coming,

there's one person who knows about it
and about these aliens.

I say we dump him where we found him.
He's at the heart of this.

- All our troubles began with him.
- We can't turn back time.

Count Iblis is becoming
very popular in the fleet.

Soon the Council
will elect him to the presidency.

There has to be some way to stop that!

How? He gives our people
everything they desire.

Hope, food...

And what is he looking for in return?
What price do we pay?

And what's his connection with them?

There's no question, they've responded
to some extraordinary influence.

- Any ideas?
- Possibly. Come over here.

Our normal seismic and cosmic monitoring

went right off the chart yesterday and today.

According to calculations from the bridge,

those occurrences coincided
with the presence of the unidentified ships.

The ships gave off energy
which influenced the growth of these plants?

Could have. It's no different in principle

to plants leaning towards
and receiving energy from a sun.

It was the ships rather than Count Iblis
that caused the plants to multiply?

I said it's a possibility.

I sure like it better than the alternative.

Thanks, Doc. Keep on it.

Apollo, you've got that look.
What are you thinking?

Rest up. You're still suffering from the party.

I'm gonna do some thinking.

How did you do that?

It's impolite not to make
your presence known.

I think I've discovered how Count Iblis
has been doing these miracles

and then I see you do this.

This was not a miracle.

This is a simple test of mind over matter,

long a key study of our military institute.

I remember...

I used to drive your mother mad

by bending eating utensils
until she made me stop the practice.

How come I never knew?

It was before you were born.

It was in my early days at the institute,

a special programme -
strictly a military study.

Our life expectancy now,

Cylons notwithstanding,
is about 200 yahrens.

We're just beginning

to utilise some portion
of our brain's incredible potential.

Now imagine...

imagine, if you will,

a race of beings...

whose life expectancy
is thousands of yahrens.

A race of that kind
would certainly have learned to do

what we would consider
to be miraculous things.

That's what you think
we're dealing with here?

With Count Iblis and these...strange lights?

No, not lights.

The ancient Lords
who first settled on Kobol,

spoke of visitations
from what they in their primitive way

referred to as angels.

Angels?

Think of them as custodians
of the universe...

advanced beings, very highly advanced,

whose mandate it is to make certain

that their powers are never abused
by anyone of their own kind.

And they're watching him.
Meaning he's one of them.

Or was.

The key, I believe,

is to be found in that crashed ship
where you discovered Iblis.

That's just what I thought.

You couldn't examine the ship
because of radion levels.

- But with special equipment...
- All right, now.

I want you to go back there.

Alone.

You mustn't tell anyone of this.
And you must forget this conversation.

Iblis will pick out your thoughts easily.

- I understand.
- I hope so.

This could be the most important
mission of your life.

If you run into the Count,
he'll know where I've gone.

I'll crowd my mind with other thoughts.

That too was part of the institute's
investigation into telepathy.

How is it after all this time I'm still learning
things about my own father?

How is it after all this time

I'm still learning things
about my own son?

Apollo!

- What are you doing here?
- I'm coming with you.

I'd love you to but
I can't tell anybody about this mission.

That's one promise you already broke.

I gotta go. It could be life or death for us all.

Then I've got a stake in it, I'm coming along.

It's between me and Iblis.

Oh. Personal war.

Single-handed combat. With the lives
of the fleet hanging on the outcome?

- I don't think you understand.
- More than you think.

You're the one that's always telling me
I let my ego get in the way.

Count Iblis has Sheba swooning, so...

It has nothing to do with Sheba.

Maybe and, er...maybe not.

But you're not going out to do whatever it is
you're going out to do without me.

In order for this mission to succeed,
it must be a secret.

Apollo, we got a guy on board this bird
who reads minds.

Now, er, what happens
if I should bump into him?

Starbuck...

OK, buddy. Let's go.

I was hoping you'd see things my way.

An unscheduled shuttle is launching.

- Apollo said to check with you.
- Yes, I know.

A passenger ship asked
for some special instruction of triad

for the children on board.

Apollo thought it might be impressive

if the real champions went out
on the fringes of the fleet.

- A nice idea.
- Yes.

Um, Colonel...

do you know where Count Iblis is?

He's visiting the Agro Ship 9.
With Sheba, I believe.

I see.

If he should ask to see me,
would you tell him I'm on a sleep period?

- For how long?
- Until further notice.

That shuttle, what are its docking
instructions with the passenger ships?

Passenger ships? I don't understand.

Shuttle Alpha just headed off
across the quadrant.

- Across the quadrant?
- Is something wrong?

No. What could be wrong?

I always feel such peace here.

It's the only place that even comes close
to what we lost.

And even if it is floating in space, it's alive.

You can feel it.

- What is it?
- What are you up to, Adama?

What? What's the matter?
Where are you going?

Progress report on Shuttle Alpha?

It is just leaving scanner range.
It's heading toward the planet...

The one where my ship crashed.

- Count Iblis! Where did you come from?
- Who is in that shuttle?

I don't know...exactly.

- Captain Apollo and who else?
- I don't really know.

- Where is Adama?
- Well, he's...

Thank you.

- Yes, Colonel?
- I'm sorry, sir, but it's Count Iblis.

He's on his way to see you -
something to do with the shuttle.

Thank you, Colonel. I'll handle it.

I left orders I was not to be disturbed.

You have sent your son
in search of my identity.

You told us your identity.

When a mortal breaks a bargain with me,
there is a high price to be paid.

I don't believe in you, Count Iblis,

as did those poor souls who were destroyed
on your ship on the planet.

They followed you and they paid the price.

There is a price that you will pay...

a life more meaningful to you than your own.

No!

That's where the answer lies.

Let's go.

- Nothing, sir.
- Commander, no sign of Count Iblis.

And nothing from the ships in the fleet.

If he were on the Galactica
or within the fleet, we'd know.

A single viper did launch
without clearance.

I'm sorry, that was Sheba.

Sheba?

- She went after them.
- The launch bay confirmed it.

They tried to stop her but...

Father, you'll have to issue a statement.
Word is spreading throughout the fleet.

She's right.
The disappearance of Count Iblis...

I mean, we must find him.
He must be here somewhere.

No.

No, we won't find him.

He's not here.
He's down there with them.

- Nothing?
- Radion level was a myth.

How is that possible?

How is anything the Count does possible?

Let's go take a look at her crew.

Everything is pretty well vaporised.

Whatever hit this thing
must have had the power of a sun.

Starbuck!

- What are you doing?
- Stay back!

- I won't. What is it you found?
- Don't go in there.

- Let me go!
- You don't want to go in there!

Apollo.

Maybe she should.

Maybe you're right.

Take a look.

All right, I will.

No!

I forbid it!

Sheba! Come to me.

Don't listen. Turn around
and look at what we found.

Don't be deceived.

You're mine. Come, be with me.

- Sheba!
- Do not touch her! She is mine.

She has given herself to me freely.

Listen to me. Come out of it! Hear me!

Let her go. I command it.

You command no one who does not
willingly give you dominion.

You have no power over me!

You know who I am.

Yes, I finally know.

Think back to the ancient records.

The names Mephistopheles,
Diaboles, the Prince of Darkness.

I will give you one more chance

before I strike her down.

Death to her, Apollo.

May her soul curse you through eternity.

Apollo! Apollo!

My God!

He's dead.

You... You killed him!

Sheba, come.

- No.
- Sheba.

You want to come.

No. I could never follow you again.

Apollo, what have I done?

You didn't do it. He did it.

What is it?
What's wrong, Count?

Nothing's wrong.

Then why are you so worried?
Did you break some rule?

- It's time for me to go.
- Why, what happened?

Was it within your dominion
to strike down a follower...

a soul given to you freely,
but not an innocent?

A spirit whose life you took against his will?

No one has dominion over me.

I wonder.

There will come another time,
another place...

and we will meet again.

Starbuck, he's gone. He just vanished.

Everything's the same as it was
when he first appeared.

No.

One thing's different.

Apollo's dead.

Let's take him home.

I'm so sorry.

This was all my fault.

Were you alone?

Seems to me everyone's
trying to find someone

or something to believe in.

But Apollo knew better.

Why did he have to be the one to pay?

I'd gladly trade my life
to have him back.

Starbuck?

I see 'em.

Here we go again. As if we haven't been
through enough already.

What do they mean? What are they?

Whatever it means, whatever they are...

They're gone, at least for now.
Compute range back to the fleet.

Starbuck?

I don't know. They're coming from behind.

See if you can get a look at it!

I can't stand the sound!

The controls are freezing up!
We're losing speed!

What is this?

Who are you?

Do not attempt
to communicate. You are safe.

Sheba!

His restons are normal

and responding to balcon infusion.

Allow him to rise.

Who are you? Where's Sheba?

The companion you refer to
will join you as soon as she is able.

Where are we?

Within a dimension
quite apart from your own.

Yeah, well, I can...I can hear you

and I can see you...

That is by our choice.

Yeah, well, I'm not so sure.

- It passed right through you!
- Starbuck!

Sheba!

Are you all right?

I don't know.

I think...maybe we're dead.

Is that right?
We're dead and you're...angels?

Oddly enough,
there is some truth to your speculation.

It is time. If you will follow me?

What do we do?

There aren't many places
where I haven't felt in complete control

but this is an exception.

Apollo!

Oh, Starbuck, I thought this was all
some horrible, awful dream.

But it's true, we lived it all.

What are you doing with him?

Can't you leave him alone?
He's of no possible harm to you!

Precisely the opposite.
He is of great value to us.

What?

He and any like him

who have the courage to grow
beyond the limitations of the flesh.

- Starbuck, what are they saying?
- You're asking me?

Starbuck, you have
a most promising spirit.

A trifle unrestrained but perhaps
with Apollo's continued fellowship...

Oh, please, I've already lived
through his death once,

don't keep reminding me of it.

Apollo was not meant to die.

Sheba, it was you
that Count Iblis meant to destroy.

What are you saying?

Apollo sacrificed his mortal body
to save your spirit from falling.

Will you sacrifice your own
to bring him back?

Whatever you're going to do to us,
get it over with!

No, Starbuck, wait.

Maybe these...

maybe these people aren't so unlike us.

- What are you, delirious?
- No, I mean it.

They know who we are and what we are.

Yes, and that gives them
a pretty big advantage.

But I think they're on our side.

I think...

All right, yes.

If it's possible,
I will trade my life for Apollo's.

What about you, Starbuck?

Did you not say inside your ship

that you would gladly
trade places with Apollo?

How...how could you know that?

Apollo!

Apollo! You're alive. It's a miracle.

I don't know who you are

but whatever you want from me,
you can have.

We want nothing from you.

Then why are you doing all this?

Because we fight a common foe...

the forces of darkness and evil
throughout the stars.

But why are you bothering with us?

We come from a simple handful
of human survivors.

Because as you are now,
we once were.

As we are now, you may become.

When?

After you've seeded
and nurtured new civilisations.

After you've evolved.

- On Earth?
- Perhaps.

- Will you show us the way?
- Perhaps we can give you a beginning.

What about Count Iblis?
Is he one of you?

He now uses his powers

to corrupt and lead others away from truth.

Why can't you stop him?

Because we cannot interfere
with freedom of choice.

His, yours, anyone's.

But you interfered to save my life.

You were only dead by primitive measures

and it was not Count Iblis' right
to take your life.

He must now forfeit
some payment of our choosing.

In any case, it is time for you
to return to your people.

One last concern -
there were other warriors who disappeared.

They will return
with reasonable explanations.

Now it is time for you to be returned.

Let us drink to the return of our children

and to the end of Count Iblis.

Whoever he was.

Apollo.

Dr Paye tells me
that when he examined you,

he found you had experienced
some kind of physical duress.

I am a little sore, Father.

Why? What happened?

That's the strangest part of it,
Father, I can't tell you.

It was like being caught up in a vortex,
some kind of force field.

My senses got scrambled.

Where were you when we found the pilots?

You were nowhere to be found.

How did we get back to the fleet before you?

Er, something...happened.

Something I can't explain.

I don't remember anything
after challenging Count Iblis.

You challenged Count Iblis?

- And won?
- No, Adama.

He challenged Count Iblis and lost.

Lost? That's not possible.

Apollo's here. Iblis isn't.

Count Iblis...

tried to kill Sheba...

and Apollo got in his way.

Is that all you remember?

No. I remember...

Sheba and I taking Apollo's...body

and putting it on the shuttle
and leaving the planet.

- His body?
- Yes.

And then you landed on the Galactica,
Apollo was merely stunned

and you frightened Iblis away.

- Yeah, that must be it.
- That has to be it.

It was, uh...

There was one more thing.

A light.

A sound.

- It was beautiful.
- Yes, it was.

It was as if...

there was something good and pure...

and caring out there.

There are very few

who've had the opportunity to experience

the light of good and truth at first hand.

Then you mean
that's what happened to us?

We got caught in the war
between good and evil?

We've always been caught
between good and evil.

That would be no different
even if we were to find Earth.

Earth - quadrant Alpha,
19 million sectars by...

Epsilon vector 22...

on a circular reckoning course of 000.9...

In a star system
with nine planets and one sun.

'Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny,

'the last battlestar, Galactica,

'leads a ragtag fugitive fleet

'on a lonely quest...

'a shining planet

'known as Earth.'

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