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Final Cut ep. 2.08 dialoghi in inglese (grazie a F. Ceccarelli) Gideon Massacre playback
Palladino: People, just get back! Stay back, all right? We just need these supplies! Get ?em back, get ?em back! Shots break out. The marines fire indiscriminately into the crowd. Including at the camera man. (The camera falls to the floor still playing) Palladino: Cease fire! Cease fire! Medic! We need a medic in here now! Little Girl: dad! Dad? Oh, my gods! Oh, my gods! On a ship in a room (Biers and Bell are editing video footage.) Biers: (on video)This recently discovered footage from what's become known as 'the Gideon Massacre,' appears to show Galactica's marines firing indiscriminately into a crowd of unarmed civilians. Four dead, twelve wounded. And yet, as of today, not a single charge has been filed against any of the marines involved, nor their commanding officers. This is D'Anna Biers, reporting. Biers: That's gonna blow this thing wide open. And we need some stock footage of raging marines. Can inter cut that with the eyewitness statements. Bell: You have no right to come in here like this. Marine: Ma'am, you're to come with us. Biers: What, am I under arrest? Marine: No, ma'am. Biers: And what if I refuse to go? On Colonial one Roslin: Hello, Ms. Biers. It's nice to see you. Welcome to Colonial one. Biers: Madame President, it's an honour. Commander Adama. Adama: Where did you get the tape? Biers: From an anonymous patriot. So is this a social call or are we on the verge of another coup? Adama: Funny. Biers: Just something to break the ice. I take it I am here because you're unhappy with my story on the Gideon Massacre? Adama: What happened aboard the Gideon was a tragedy. But it was not a Massacre. Biers: But the tape shows your men firing into a crowd of defenceless civilians. Adama: My marines tell a different story. Biers: Not to me. I've submitted a dozen interview requests, all denied. Roslin: Well, that's about to change. You've been lobbying to do a story on the Galactica for months. Commander Adama has agreed to give you unlimited access to his crew and his ship. Adama: That's right. Unlimited access. Biers: Well, access won't buy you a propaganda piece. Roslin: We don't want one. Ms. Biers, this tape of yours has thrown fuel on a fire that was about to die. People are angry, they are distrustful of the military. Biers: Yeah, with good reason, ma'am. Roslin: In some cases with good reason. But I want to show the people what life aboard the Galactica's really like. I want to put a human face on the officers and the crew who protect us against Cylons and guard our freedoms every day. Biers: You might not like that face when you see it. Adama: Why would that be? Roslin: All we really want is a balanced story. Show us what the men and women of Galactica are really like. Biers: That's it? Roslin: That's it. And I need you to do it now, before we tear each other apart. On Galactica in the CIC
Phone rings Dualla: Combat, Dualla. Colonel, it's your wife. Something's wrong. On Galactica in Tigh's quarters
Tigh: Ellen, are you okay? Ellen: Saul. Gods! Oh, I'm so scared. (Tigh sees a message written in red on their mirror.) Tigh: 'From the darkness, you must fall.' Ellen: What does it mean? On a Raptor (Adama is looking at some magazines titled Caprica life.) Adama: Racetrack. Where did you get these? Racetrack: Oh, sorry, sir, they were left over from a civilian run. I've been meaning to throw them out. Adama: No. No, no. Put ?em in a safe place. Hold onto ?em. Racetrack: Yes, sir. Adama: You're filming this? Biers: We've been rolling since Colonial one. President did say total access. Adama: You'll have that. But you start shooting anything that compromises the safety of this ship, then it'll be cut. On Galactica in a hallway
Biers: Get a close-up of that, would you, Bell? Bell: Yeah sure (sarcastically) (He looks briefly but doesn't shoot it) On Galactica in pilot's quarters Apollo and Starbuck are getting dried off and dressed after a shower. Starbuck: We just finished a 15-hour rotation. Apollo: Yeah, well, you better get used to it. We're gonna be short on pilots till the rest of the fleet pulls the stick out of its collective fat ass. Starbuck: [Snickers] More fallout from Tigh's moment of glory? (Apollo walks up to her) Apollo: You heard about his death threat? Starbuck: Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. I just can't believe that I haven't been called in for questioning yet. Apollo: Oh, you were top of the list. But don't worry, I told Tigh that you wouldn't know Caprican poetry if it was hot-soldered across your helmet. Starbuck: 'From the darkness, you must fall, failed and weak, to darkness all.' Kataris. Not one of his best. Can I be a suspect again? Please? On Galactica in a hallway
Biers: Didn't come all this way to interview the soup of the day. (Kat is chasing Hotdog through the halls from the showers and into senior officers quarters trying to snap him with a towel.) Hotdog: Oh--oh, no! Kat and Hotdog: laughing Dualla: Ma'am? Apollo: Here comes Tweedledum and Tweedledee. Starbuck: You guys, people are sleeping. Palladino: Yeah, keep it down. Kat: Sorry. Orsel: Lighten up, Palladino. Kat: Hey, is that on? Are you recording? Hi, mom! Miss you, mommy. Hey, this is for my buddies on freighter 212. Yeah! That's for you! (Apollo in a towel comes over to Kat) Apollo: Kat! Kat, you want to tell me what the hell you think you're doing? Kat: Um, I was just saying hi to some of my buddies on the fleet, sir. Apollo: Right. So you were literally talking out of your ass. Kat: [Laughs] Kinda. Apollo: Go on, get dressed. Kat: Yes, sir. Apollo: Constanza, get the hell outta here. It's the last time you come in a senior officers quarters, go, move. (Looks at Biers) So, you must be the reporter we were expecting. Biers: Well, you didn't have to dress for me. D'anna Biers, Fleet News Service. Apollo: Captain Lee Adama, commander of the air group. That's pronounced, CAG. And I suggest you find yourselves an exit as soon as possible. And that's pronounced, a-sap. Biers: Think we've seen all we need to see here. Apollo: Who's brilliant idea was that? An Interview
Dualla: My dad went crazy when I enlisted. He thought the military was a joke. Refuge for emotional cripples and patriotic fools. Biers: But you signed up anyway. Dualla: I guess I just wanted to believe in something. On Galactica in a hallway (Dualla is modifying some kind of device for Biers. Looks like a tape or memory card) Biers: Think it'll give it more memory? Dualla: Yeah, it seems pretty simple. Maybe just a basic adjustment. It's a pretty good piece. Biers: Yeah, it's kind of old... Baltar: What the hell's going on? SIX: I don't know. Baltar: Don't know. I'm the Vice President. She's supposed to be interviewing me, isn't she? SIX: Well, of course she should. Your title alone commands respect. Baltar: Of course it does. It's a rare commodity around here. I mean, I'm the Vice President. I'm not gonna beg, I'll tell you that much. (Baltar walks back around Biers and the camera, trying to look inconspicuous and hoping she notices him) SIX: Now, Gaius, you may have to beg. You'll do whatever is necessary to protect our child. Politics may not be your strong suit. But it serves us in the moment. Trust me. This one can help us. (Baltar continues walking around hoping to get Bier's attention.) Biers: Mr. Vice President? Baltar: Hello. Biers: Hi, D'Anna Biers, Fleet News Service. Baltar: Oh, you're the reporter. That's right. Commander Adama said a news service might be joining us. Um... I suppose you're-- well, very busy doing a lot of interviews, I would imagine. Biers: Well, uh, I would love to speak to you. If you've got a second, we can do it now. Baltar: No, no. I'm afraid not. I am, um, very busy. Really, really busy at the moment, snowed under. But if you get in touch with one of my aides, there might be a small window tomorrow. I'm not promising anything, obviously. But I might be able to, uh, give you an interview then if--if--if--if that's what you would like. Uh, good. Good, good. Well, you just, um, carry on. Biers: What a strange little man. Dualla: Mm-hmm.
Apollo: Look, I'm sure you thought it was, uh, clever, busting into the pilots duty locker. But the area's off-limits for a reason. It's the one place where my people can unwind and be themselves. Biers: You seem to think that your pilots deserve special consideration. Apollo: Actually, I do. Like everyone else, my pilots have lost their families, and their friends, everyone they ever cared about. But on top of that, they're asked to put their lives on the line every single day for a fleet that seems more interested in what they do wrong than in what they do right. They're not asking for your pity, but they damn well deserve your respect. On Galactica in a hangar Tyrol is inspecting a viper. Kat: Gods, Chief, we've already run this up twice. Tyrol: Yeah, but something doesn't feel right. Kat: What? Tyrol: Something doesn't feel right. Kat: Well, hurry up. (Tyrol finds a loose fluid line that pops off and starts spraying oil everywhere.) Tyrol: Oh, gods! Kat: Oh, that's fantastic. That's just great. Tyrol: I knew it. How the hell did I miss that? Kat: Maybe if your knuckle draggers spent more time on maintenance, less time frakking around. Tyrol: This knuckle dragger just saved your ass, sir. Kat: Why don't you say that a little louder, Chief? I don't think the camera heard you. Tyrol: You know what? Frak the camera. (They start yelling at each other.) Starbuck: Knock it off! Knock it off! Chief, fix the ship. Kat: Yeah, fix the ship. Starbuck: Hey! Kat: What? What? Starbuck: Hey! Enough! Chief, fix her ship. You, get the hell outta here now. Kat: Get the camera outta my face. (Kat kicks over some equipment on her way out.) Starbuck: She has been pissing me off all week. Apollo: What the hell's going on? Starbuck: I'm taking her off rotation till she gets her head rewired. I mean-- Apollo: Uh-uh, can't do it. We need the pilots. Besides, if I scratched everyone who...popped off at the chief, the cooks would be flying the missions. Starbuck: Son of a bitch. Did you get all that? You happy? Apollo: Come on. Come on, walk away. Walk away.
Biers: But these were civilians. Kelso: I have ten stitches that say we were under attack. The truth is, it was a command frak-up the moment Tigh put us on that supply ship. I'm not surprised someone's trying to take out that drunk son of a bitch. Palladino: All right, private. Belay that. Biers: Colonel Tigh's been threatened? Palladino: No, this interview's over. Shut that off. On Galactica in the CIC (Adama escorts Biers and Bell into the CIC) Adama: Watch your step, please. Biers: Okay. Come on. Adama: Sitrep? Tigh: Fleet's quiet, no enemy contact for the last ten days. No Cylon contact, anyways. Adama: Well, they have their job to do. We have ours. Did you hear about the meeting on Cloud Nine? Tigh: Reps flying in from every vessel in the fleet for a king-size bitch session. Yeah, I heard. Adama: Well, they sent us an invitation to send a delegation. You're it. The camera is zoomed in on Tigh. Tigh: Do you mind? Biers: No, no, go ahead. Tigh: I'm not exactly the most popular guy in the fleet right now. Adama: Well, it'd be good then to, uh, let your critics see that you're not afraid of them. Tigh: That what you think? I've been hiding? Adama: You've been doing this too long to be worried about ulterior motives. You're going because you're not afraid, and people should see that. Plus, it'll also give people a chance to vent their feelings instead of seething in private. And finally, I think you need a little R & R. So consider this a mandatory shore leave. Take a swim. Get some sleep. Tigh: Sir. Adama: And, uh, stay away from the bar. On Galactica in a hangar A raptor is being boarded by a party to leave for Cloud 9 including Tigh. Tyrol: Three. There's three. She got locked. Starbuck: Good luck, Colonel. Have fun o?n Cloud Nine. Tigh: You bet. (sarcastically) Fuzzy: Initiating Pre-flight The doors close, and suddenly smoke starts fuming from the raptor hatch. Fuzzy: What's going on? Racetrack: Abort launch! Everybody out now! Tyrol: Get back! Everybody back! Everybody back! Fire team. Get the fire team here now! Tigh: What's going on? Tyrol: The main buss is totalled. Looks like somebody took a hammer to it. If this had blown in transit, the cabin would have vented to space. On Galactica in Tigh's quarters
Tigh: Comes with the stripes. Ellen: Because of that damned Gideon incident. Tigh: Ellen, we don't know that. Ellen: Of course we do. D'anna Biers left two messages already. She's giving you the chance to tell your side. Tigh: I don't have to explain myself, especially to her. Ellen: Roslin wants to placate the fleet, put the great bill Adama back on his pedestal. Fastest way to do that is by hanging you out to dry. Why do you think Adama wanted to send you to cloud nine? Tigh: The Gideon happened on my watch. Ellen: Yes. But you didn't order those jarheads to open fire. [Sighs] This is so like you, Saul. Always the proud soldier. Taking the heat because it's honourable. When are you gonna realize... we're all alone out here? An Interview
Racetrack: First thing they tell you is to assume you're already dead. Biers: That sounds ghoulish. Racetrack: Yeah, maybe. But dead men don't get scared or freeze up under fire. Me, I'm just worried that hell's gonna be a lonely place. And I'm gonna fill it up with every toaster son of a bitch I find. An Interview
Helo: They try to turn off the human part of you because that's what'll get you killed. But... when you're out in the field, it's not that easy. Nothing's that easy. On Galactica in Sharon's cell
Helo: Sharon? It's me. Sharon! (She doesn't respond to him) Give me your light. Guard: What the hell are you talking about? Helo: Give me your light now! Something's wrong! Sharon: [Sobs] (Sharon rolls over to look at Helo and has blood on her hands.) Helo: Oh, gods. Call Dr. Cottle. Now! An Interview (Gaeta is smoking a cigarette during the interview) Biers: Does that help you cope with the stress? Gaeta: Not really. Look, um, all that I ever wanted was to be an officer on a Battlestar. Okay, I trained my whole life, trained harder than anyone in my unit. Basically, I put my life on hold until I was assigned to Galactica. Then the Cylons hit. And I realized that this is all that I know. Tech manuals, commands, and tactics, you know? I'm not saying that I'm unhappy. Just wondering if there's something more. Biers: And what have you discovered? Gaeta: [Sighs] I hate cigarettes. [Coughs] Ambrosia's good with a chaser. And if you have enough ambrosia?This didn't really hurt that much. (Gaeta shows a tiger tattoo on his chest.) On Galactica in a conference room
Tigh: Is this an interview or a cocktail party? Biers: Are you kidding? This is how we keep it painless. Just like to keep it casual, that's all. Please. Cheers, Colonel. Tigh: Cheers. Biers: Before we begin, um, I had heard a number of rumours that you had death threats levelled against you. Is that right? Tigh: This is a military vessel. We have rumours for every occasion. Biers: Was it hard for you to take over your friend's command when he was shot? Tigh: I didn't take anything. Command fell to me, and I did my duty. Biers: But you were in full command of Galactica for more than a week. And in that time, there were a number of controversial actions taken. Tigh: You're talking about the Gideon. I made a military decision. Given the same circumstances, I'd do it again. Biers: So you have no regrets whatsoever? (Tigh chucks his empty glass across the room in a fit of rage.) Tigh: You're trying to set me up. Biers: Colonel, why do you think there was no official investigation into the Gideon Massacre? Please, Colonel-- Tigh: Get out of my face! (Tigh pushes past her) Biers: Did you get that? Bell: Got it. Biers: Someone's a mean drunk. On Galactica in a gym
Starbuck: Great. I could use a sparring partner. Biers: Sorry, I, uh-- I didn't bring my gloves. Starbuck: Too bad. Biers: Captain Adama said that I could ask you about the new pilots. Starbuck: Yeah, well, Captain Adama likes to push my buttons. Biers: So what do you look for in a new recruit? Starbuck: Coordination. Good reflexes. Total commitment. And most of all, someone crazy enough to follow me into combat. (She lets out and explosive burst of punches into the bag.) Tigh's interview playback
Tigh: Get out of my face! On Galactica in Adama's quarters
Biers: Seems like a lot of people have been apologizing for him over the years, Commander. So level with me. Why has Colonel Tigh not been charged in the Gideon incident? Adama: We're at war against an enemy with a vastly superior force. I will not sacrifice the few people we have left on the altar of public outrage. Biers: So four civilians are dead, and Tigh and the shooters take a walk. Adama: Nobody takes a walk. They all gotta live with it. A Viper trying to land on the landing deck
Kelly: Viper five-niner-one, Galactica, you are cleared into the break. Portside landing bay, hands-on approach, checkers are green. Call the ball. Kat: Roger ball. Wait a second. Gods...damn it. Kelly: Speed two-zero-five. Keep your power up, Kat. You're dropping below glide slope. Kat: The controls are messed up. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Come on, come on, come on. (She is visibly struggling) Kelly: You're still too low. Wave off, Kat. Wave off! (Kat flies over the landing pod, and circles back for another attempt.) Kat: Oh, frak! Starbuck: what the hell is going on? That is her third wave-off. An Interview
A Viper trying to land in the landing bay
Starbuck: Shut the frak up. Kat. We're gonna do this, okay? Leave the throttle alone down the middle, then chop it at the come-on in close. And feel for the deck. Kat: The controls are messed up. I can't feel it. I can't feel it. I can't feel it. I can't do it. Starbuck: Kat, we did this all through training, okay? You can stick this, just like before. Ugh! Kelly: Viper five-niner-one, Galactica, you're clear into the break, call the ball. Too low, five-niner-one, wave off! Wave off! Starbuck: No, she's putting down! Kat, full throttle, now! Kat: I can't feel it. I can't feel it. An Interview
A Viper trying to land in the landing bay
Kat: Aaah! I can't do it! I can't do it, I can't do it! I can't do it! Kelly: She missed the trap. Damage control, medics, report to portside hangar bay. On Galactica in the portside hangar bay
Starbuck: Yeah, I guess 101 was a real bitch, huh? (Kat is loosing it. It takes several people to restrain her as she struggles with them.) Kat: No! Let go of me! Lemme go! Starbuck: Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, Kat! It's Starbuck, you're okay. You're home. Kat: Home? Home is dead! We gotta get outta here! They're gonna kill us! We gotta get outta here! (Starbuck finds a bottle of stimulant pills in Kat's pockets) Starbuck: What's this? Stims? Kat: Please, don't take-- don't take that, please! Starbuck: Stop it. Kat: Let go! Aaah! No! Let go! Let go! Uh! Let go! Let go of me! We're gonna die! We're gonna-- Starbuck: Get my pilot to sickbay now! Kat: Oh, please, don't take me! Oh, please-- Apollo: Stims. And by look of her, she's been taking them by the handful. On Galactica in sickbay (Biers enters the sickbay following Kat with camera rolling. She spots Sharon being operated on nearby.) Sharon: Don't you dare touch me! What are you doing? Cottle: Listen to me! I am trying to save your baby. Hold her. Guard: This is a restricted area! The guard forces her out.
Biers: Commander Adama. That woman looks just like the late Lieutenant Valerii. Adama: The tape, please. Biers: Why would Galactica be harbouring a Cylon? Adama: The tape. (She hands him the camera.) Biers: Did the baby survive? Adama: Do you understand that even a hint of this could be devastating to the morale in the fleet? Biers: You're the master of understatement. You know, after the Gideon, this could turn the entire fleet against you. Adama: Then the real the question is whether or not it matters to you. Biers: You know, I am sick to death of people like you questioning my patriotism. We all want this fleet to survive. (Adama takes out the tape and gives her back her camera. After he leaves she pulls a tape she hide in her bra.) On Galactica in a conference room
Biers: Well, I think most of the crew understands I'm just doing my job. Baltar: As are we all. All just doing our jobs, aren't we? I'm just doing my job, you're just doing your job. SIX: Okay, okay, cut to the chase, Gaius. Tell her why you deserve to lead this fleet. Baltar: As I myself discovered when I was stranded-- stranded on Kobol, I found that the stress of, uh, survival revealed leadership qualities that previously I didn't even know that I possessed, really. Biers: Yeah? I understand your party took several casualties. Baltar: Yes, that was very unfortunate. They were heroes, every one. You know what? I'm ready. Um, shall we shoot this one? [Alarm blaring] Baltar: Oh, it's probably just a false alarm. Ignore it, really. Okay. Biers: Bell, you take the hangar deck. I'm gonna take the CIC. Go! (Biers and Bell take their cameras and run out of the room.) Baltar: You're safer here really. Please you're as safe as houses down here, really. That's show biz. Gaeta:
(over P.A.) A condition one throughout the ship. Incoming Cylon raiders.
This is not a drill. Repeat, action stations, On Galactica in a hallway Starbuck: What have we got? Apollo: Two raiders, closing fast. On Galactica in the CIC
Biers: Dualla, what's a C.B.D.R.? Dualla: Constant bearing, decreasing range-- collision course. Tigh: Where the hell's the Cap? Dualla: Other side of the fleet, sir. Adama: Scramble the alert fighters. Set condition one throughout the entire fleet. Have them spool up their FTL's just in case. On Galactica in a hangar bay
Tyrol: Let's go, let's go, let's go! Move, move! Clear this deck, get this outta here! Hotdog: What's the sitrep? Starbuck: Two bandits, coming hard. Apollo: Just keep your eyes open and follow us. Tyrol: All right, let's go, let's get the birds in the holes. Move ?em out, get this ladder outta here. Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go. Move back, get this hose out of here. (They start pushing the Vipers in the launch tubes)
Adama: Dee. Dualla: Pilots on speaker. An Interview
Dualla: I wouldn't let him. The last time we talked, it got...heated. I told him I never wanted to see him again. Three weeks later, the Cylons attacked. On Galactica in the CIC
Dualla: I am. On Galactica in a hangar Tyrol: Copy that. All right, people, that's it. Last bird's away. Let's clear the nest. Get this deck ready for recovery. Let's go, let's go, let's go. Move, move! On Galactica in the CIC
Gaeta: Sir, alert vipers are away. Gun control reports weapons manned and ready. Apollo: Apollo, wireless check. Starbuck: Starbuck, I'm hearing you. Hotdog: Hotdog, one-four-one, loud and clear. Grayshirt: Grayshirt, loud and clear. Kingston: Kingston, you're good. Initiate search pattern delta. Apollo: Apollo, tally two Cylon raiders, close formation. Starbuck: This is Starbuck, roger that. Kingston: Watch your formation. Apollo: Prepare to engage. Weapons hot. Kingston: Targets in view. Repeat target's in view. Lock 6-1-2-1. Weapons close 2-4-1 Gaeta: Copy that. Grayshirt: Tango 1, Tango 1, Tango 1, weapons close 2-4-1 Hotdog: Engaging Cylon raiders. Engaging Cylon raiders. Starbuck: They're breaking formation. Hotdog, stick with me. Hotdog: Roger that. Starbuck: Come on, you frakkin'-- Hotdog: I've got no joy, lost visual. Kingston: He's on me, Right on my six. Apollo: Come on Starbuck. Starbuck: Hotdog, raiders on your left eight. I'm on ?em, I'm on ?em. Yeah, splash one! Apollo: Targeting second raider. Kingston: Kingston, bandit's breaking off, taking evasive action. Hotdog: I've got him, Kingston. Come on, come to papa. Apollo: Damn it, take the shot! That's a kill. Adama: Yes! Tigh: Dradis shows clear, Commander. Adama: This is the commander. Cylon raiders were intercepted and destroyed. Good work, people. Starbuck: Roger that, Galactica. Let's head back to the bird farm. Adama: Secure from action stations. Set condition three. Tigh: Mr.Gaeta, you have the deck. Gaeta: Yes, sir. Set condition three throughout the ship. Repeat, set condition three. Biers: Does this ever get any easier? Dualla: No, Ma'am. It gets harder. Biers: Thank you. On Galactica in a hangar
Apollo: Well, we didn't lose anyone. That's a good day.
Tigh: Ellen? Ellen: [Whimpering] (Tigh is cracked over the head and knocked out.)
Biers: I'm not sure I've found a story in all this yet. She spots something in the background of the video. Biers: Go back a bit. Here, here. I know that book. That's by Kataris. (She refers to a book Palladino was reading.)
Palladino: What's wrong, Colonel? Need a drink? (He pours booze on Col Tigh) Tigh: You can go to hell. Palladino: I've been there. It was called Gideon. I can't eat, I can't sleep. I saw their faces. Those weren't Cylons we tagged, those were real people. Who looked like my dad, who looked like my little brother. Palladino points a gun at Col Tigh's head. Tigh: Well, this isn't gonna change anything. Palladino: Well, at least the people on the Gideon will have their justice. Tigh: If that's what this is about, then do it. Tigh gets up. Palladino: I will, I'll do it. Tigh: Somebody has to pay for what happened on that ship. I was in command, I sent you there. It's my fault. Come on, son. Do it. Ellen: [Whimpering] (Tigh presses his head into the gun. Palladino won't shoot. Tigh recovers the gun.) Tigh: Gideon was an accident. This is a choice. Guard: Colonel! Tigh: We're all right here. Guard: Let's go Lieutenant. Tigh: Will you get out of my face. Ellen: [Sobbing and moaning] On Galactica in sickbay
Kat: I was tired. Haven't gotten any sleep. Felt like I was losing my edge. I don't know what else to do. Biers: Couldn't you talk to someone? Kat: Who am I gonna talk to? We're all in the same hole. Okay, there are no replacements coming up. There's no downtime. This is it. So I started taking stims. Biers: You made a mistake. It happens. Kat: Yeah, except now my flight's a pilot short. Those guys, they're just as tired and they're just as messed up as I was. But they're still laying it on the line. I've worked my ass off defending this ship. I've been-- I've been frustrated, I've been angry. I've been everything that you can possibly think of. This is the first time that I've felt ashamed. Colonial one
Tigh: I've seen enough. Biers: Kill it. Look, I understand this might be hard for you to watch-- Tigh: It's a hatchet job. The fleet already thinks we're a bunch of trigger-happy assassins. This just confirms it. You show us with our pants down and our asses hanging out. Don't you have anything to say? Adama: I think it's great. I think she did exactly what we asked her to do. That she put a human face on the guardians of the fleet. Warts and all. I'm proud of it. You can show it to the entire fleet. Biers: It doesn't get better than that. Roslin: I'd like to see the end. Adama: So would I.
Biers: I came to Galactica to tell a story. In all honesty, I thought I knew what that story was before I ever set foot here. How an arrogant military let their egos get in the way of doing their job safeguarding the lives of the civilian population. But I found the truth was more complex than that. These people aren't Cylons. They're not robots blindly following orders and polishing their boots. They're people. Deeply flawed, yes, but deeply human too. And maybe that's saying the same thing. What struck me the most is that despite it all-- the hardships, the stress, the ever-present danger of being killed-- despite all that, they never give up. Never lie down in the road and let the truck run them over. They wake up in the morning, put on their uniforms, and do their jobs. Every day, no pay. No rest. No hope of ever laying down the burden and letting someone else do the job. There are no relief troops coming, no Colonial fleet training new recruits every day. The people on Galactica are it. They are the thin line of blue separating us from the Cylons. Lieutenant Gaeta told me a remarkable statistic. Not a single member of Galactica's crew has asked to resign. Not one. Think about that. If you wore the uniform, wouldn't you want to quit? To step aside and say, 'Enough. Let someone else protect the fleet.' I know I would. But then, I don't wear a uniform. Most of us don't, most of us never will. The story of Galactica isn't that people make bad decisions under pressure. It's that those mistakes are the exception. Most of the time, the men and women serving under Commander Adama get it right. The proof is that our fleet survives. And with Galactica at our side, we will endure. This is D'anna Biers, Fleet News Service. On Caprica in a Movie Theatre
Doral: That was shown across their entire fleet. Cap SIX: Their resilience is remarkable. Sharon: Play the footage that was cut. The cut footage
Cottle: Listen to me! I am trying to save your baby. Hold her still. Guard: This is a restricted area! Sharon: [Screams] On Caprica in a movie theatre
Cap SIX: That's incredible. And the baby? Biers: It was saved. We lost two raiders relaying the images back to the fleet, but I think the sacrifice was worth it. Doral: We must proceed with caution. The child's life must be protected at all costs. Biers:
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