01x05 - You Can't Go Home Again

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Battlestar Galactica". Aired: October 18, 2004 –; March 20, 2009.*
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The Galactica, led by William, protects a group of civilians - led by president Laura - in search of a mythical planet called Earth.
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01x05 - You Can't Go Home Again

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Previously on Battlestar Galactica.

Zak failed basic flight.

And I should have flunked him, but I didn't.

The bottom line is that I k*lled him.

Walk out of this cabin while you still can.

I don't get it.

How does a m*llitary coded signal end up coming from in here?

Food. It's the Cylons.

Starbuck's wireless and transponder just cut out.

Starbuck's gonna take on all eight... and get herself k*lled.

Galactica.Boomer. Hot Dog's aboard. HELO: Yeah, so is his lunch.

Take it easy, Hot Dog. You're not the first to lose it in combat.

You won't be the last. No sign of Starbuck.

He says she was hit but still in the fight when he lost track of her.

Roger that, Boomer. Search and rescue ops are under way for Starbuck.

Bring Hot Dog in. The old man wants to talk to him.

This is where you found him?

Yes, sir, he drifted quite a ways from the fight.

Was she maneuvering? HOT DOG: I think so. Yes. Yes, sir.

So she survived the initial hits. She could still be alive.

She is alive, Lieutenant. We're gonna find her.

Yes, sir.

- Get this man to sick bay. - Yes, sir.

I think you earned those today.

The auxiliary RT switch is sticking a bit, sir, but she'll fly.

Polish up the canopy. I want it crystal clear. Yes, sir.

Find her. I will.

Ah, crap.

Still no joy from the search teams, sir.

In the last four hours we've combed everywhere... within a 200-klick sphere of Starbuck's last known position.

No ship, no ejection seat, no debris. So we're extending the radius another 50.

We need more pilots. Everybody who can fly is up, sir.

What about Starbuck's course computations?

The variables of combat maneuvering make them almost meaningless, sir.

It's time to start guessing. Yes, sir.

Since there's been no dradis contact in the area, I would have to guess that her Viper was captured by the gravity of a planetary body.

The only nearby gravity wells are the gas giant and this moon.

If the gas giant pulled her in, its radiation would fry her like an egg.

What about the moon?

The spectroscope people call the atmosphere as CO2, methane, some argon.

The clouds are mostly hydrocarbons.

Cold as hell down there, but she'd survive on the surface.

Until her oxygen runs out. When?

Forty-six hours and change, sir.

Hell of a long time to stay in one place.

What if the Cylons appear? They won't, not for a while.

What makes you say that?

Sending a patrol instead of the base ship tells me they didn't even know we were here.

So they're searching a lot of other places, places with potential supplies.

Like staking out water holes in the desert.

If we sent eight fighters to search an entire star system... for 60-odd ships, it would take us weeks...

Assume they're better and faster. It'll take them days.

A lot of assumptions you're making. Educated guess.

Talk to me about searching the moon. That's going to be slow going.

We can't see squat through those clouds.

Send the ships below the cloud cover.

Tell the pilots to take a hard look the old-fashioned way.

Mark One Eyeball, sir?

Mark One Eyeball.

Commander, call from Colonial One.

Adama.

Commander Adama, I don't wanna take much of your time.

I just wanted to say how happy we all are you found one of your pilots.

Thank you, Madam President.

How is the search progressing for the other pilot?

Nothing yet, but we've just begun.

I've spoken with the other captains in the fleet.

They've agreed to give over their ships at your disposal... if it will increase the odds of finding her.

Frak the odds. We're going to find her.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Tell them, uh, we can sure use the help.

I'll coordinate their efforts with your CIC. Continued good luck.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

So, looks like we're going to be staying here for a while.

You all right? Yeah, I'm fine, it's just a...

How long do you think it will be before the Cylons wonder what happened... to their missing patrol, and send another one here to look for it?

You have att*cked us hundreds of times. We're still here.

I think you'll find that we are more than adequately protected.

Might be a little tricky with the fleet scattered over half this system... looking for the lost pilot.

How many days till the Cylons return, Gaius?

One?

Two?

Three at the most?

Doctor?

Your requisitions.

Thank you.

Madam President, I don't mean to be impertinent, really, but... do you honestly think this is wise?

You are compromising the security of the entire fleet... while we search for one solitary pilot.

It is a risk, but those pilots put their lives on the line for us every day.

Yes. I was just saying that, to...

I'm not insensitive to that, is what I'm saying.

I happen to know the missing pilot personally.Oh.

Not as personally as you'd like.

Guess you'll never get to find out if she's a real blonde.

Which makes it all the more difficult for me, because, on one hand, I think of the pilot, then, on the other hand, I think of the thousands of defenseless... women and children. I meant, throughout the fleet.

I am sure Commander Adama has considered all of this.

Thank you, Doctor. Yes, of course he has.

Of course he has. Thank you.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Okay. Okay, get to higher ground.

Then they see you. Then they rescue you.

Apollo, Galactica, we are being bounced around like beach balls down here.

Visibility about two, best spectrum. - Copy, Apollo.

Whoa! Blue Flight, go vertical now! Now, now!

Anything? No.

I don't think anyone's left out there. Must be someone.

We can't be the only two people left in the world.

Good news is my leg's much better... and we've got anti-radiation meds to last three months.

I say we load up as much food as we can and... - Move out.

Try to find a Raptor or a transport or something we can fly off Caprica.

Unless you can think of a reason to stay.

Not really looking forward to going back out there.

I've almost started to think of this place as...

Home. BOOMER: Home.

No, sleep a little longer.

Who knows when we'll find clean sheets again.

I'm going to go topside and make some breakfast.

Breakfast.

Hey, is breakfast ready?

Get out of here! Go, go, go!

Lords, it's Kara Thrace.

I'm running a little low on O2 and I could use a lucky break.

You know? Okay, just thought I'd mention it.

Oh, frak.

Not bad sh**ting, if I do say so myself.

Lords, I owe you one.

Looks like I found my ride out of here. If I can fix you up.

Galactica, Apollo. Bingo fuel.

Roger, Apollo. Return to base.

- Can't you t*nk me in orbit? - Negative, Apollo.

The tankers are refilling. You'll be dry before they can launch.

Damn.

- Are these figures correct? - Yes, sir.

Atmospheric ops mean Viper and Raptor engines have to run continuously.

Fuel's going to be a real problem if we keep it up.

Any report from the civilian ships?

Nothing. They're spread pretty far out.

We're gonna have a hell of a time trying to cover them if the Cylons pop in.

We should consider pulling the civvies into a defensible formation.

No. Keep all the ships on the search.

We've left enough people behind. I don't wanna leave Starbuck behind.

I'm just saying committing the entire fleet to this... - I said no!

We're gonna find our missing pilot and we're gonna bring her home.

We leave no one behind.

Resume your duties.

Sharon?

Sharon, where are you?

Damn it, Sharon, where are you?

Sharon!

Sharon!

Come on. Come on.

Frak me.

Are you alive?

What the hell happened this time, Captain?

I hit the roll thrusters to level off for set down but only the left one fired.

Oh, God. It's that crap you're flying into down there. Gums everything up.

Get me another Viper.

Love to, but this is 13 Vipers that are down, plus your Mark VII.I'm out.

Damn it, I've got a pilot down and I need another Viper now.

I realize that, Captain.

But you can push people a hell of a lot further than machines.

Tyrol, I'm the CAG, you're the chief. Just make it happen.

Commander, the clock has passed five hours, sir, for Starbuck's O2 supply.

Noted.

Here's the photo mosaic for the area we searched so far.

We've got to do better than this.

Can't see very far when you're hugging the ground.

You can't see anything at all from altitude.

Not to mention the crap in the air that keeps screwing up our ships.

Thirteen Vipers down for repairs.

We need more eyes. TIGH: Where you going to get them?

Pull the CAP.TIGH: What?

Redeploy the Combat Air Patrol to the search.

Bad idea. The CAP is the fleet's only defense.

If all our Vipers are frakking around on the moon... when the Cylons come calling, we're maggot meat.

Then bring the fleet closer to the moon.

We can always scramble the Vipers from the search to meet any att*ck.

You gotta be kidding. Bottom line: we can double the area we can search in the time we have left.

Starbuck would be the first one to tell you not to do this.

Nothing would make you happier, would it? Leave her behind.

Get rid of the foulmouthed insubordinate pilot that keeps challenging your authority.

You are way out of line, mister. I'm not the one confusing personal feelings with duty.

What the hell does that mean?

You are way too close to this because she is your friend.

Gentlemen!

We have work to do. Captain.

Get as many birds up in the air as you can and you find our girl.

You got it.

Oh, my gods.

You bite me, I'll bite you back.

So I guess the only thing flying you is you.

This must be your brain.

I don't think you'll need it.

Good thing that I brought one of my own.

Oh, frak.

Even cockroaches have to breathe. How the hell do you?

Captain. Call for you, sir.

Can someone finish this up for me? - Sir.

Where is it? SOCINUS: That way.

Yeah, Apollo. BILLY: Hold for President Roslin.

How're you holding up?

Better than my Viper. We're slapping one together from pieces of the others.

I need your help.

Do you know that your father just redeployed the Combat Air Patrol?

Yes, Madam President. It was my idea. Your idea?

We need every Viper we've got.

Maybe I'm missing something about the tactics involved.

But isn't the fleet defenseless without the CAP?

Only for a short time.

Because after that...

Because after that, Kara's oxygen will be gone and she'll be dead.

Are you very close with Lt. Thrace?

I'm close with all my pilots.

And I assume the same is true for your father?

His pilots mean a lot to him. To all of us. We don't leave anyone behind.

But we have left people behind. You know that.

Not this time.

Your FTL drive should be spun up and ready.

Just make sure everyone is set to jump at the first sign of trouble.

With all due respect, Captain, there are times when it is necessary for the safety of the fleet to put...

Not this time.

Madam President, we just haven't exhausted all the options, and the safety of the fleet has not been compromised.

I hope you find her. Thank you.

Blue Flight reports bingo fuel, sir.

Have them stay on the search. Send the tanker to them.

Is there a problem, Mr. Gaeta?

It's just that trying to t*nk in that turbulence, sir, will be extremely hairy.

I suggest we wait until the clock has run down... and then t*nk them up on the way back to Galactica.

Did someone call them back to Galactica?

Uh, uh, I just assumed... - The search was over? It was hopeless?

That we should write Starbuck off as dead?

Is that what you're telling me, Mr. Gaeta? - No, sir.

Then what are you trying to tell me, Mr. Gaeta?

You have your orders. Yes, sir.

Time is up. She's out of O2.

The clock is a guess.

We don't know for a fact Starbuck is out of air.

Her t*nk only holds so much oxygen.

She could have a reserve supply in her survival gear.

A reserve? ADAMA: Yes.

What, she just happened to pack an extra bottle today?

It's possible.

We are putting people at risk.

We have pilots out there... We are not quitting.

...pushing themselves and their ships too hard, all for the sake of...

We are not quitting and you are relieved, Colonel.

I stand relieved, sir.

Come on, you're part biological, right?

Which means that you need oxygen, right?

So it's got to be here, somewhere.

Commander, the president.

Adama.

Commander Adama, I just wanted to say how very sorry I am about Lt. Thrace.

Please give my condolences to your son and to the rest of the crew.

Excuse me, ma'am, but I think you've been misinformed.

How? We don't know if Starbuck's dead.

I was told that her oxygen had run out a half an hour ago.


That's an estimate. She may have a reserve supply.

We'll continue the search as long as there's a chance she may be alive.

- And how long will that be? - Until I say stop.

This is a m*llitary decision, Madam President.

Thank you for your concern.

First on the list, seal you up, figure out what controls what.

One of us needs a bath.

Good.

Now you're going to teach me how to fly.

Commander.

Red Flight reports an area of highlands here.

Increased visibility out to 15 klicks maybe. It's the wrong side of the moon.

Excuse me. Commander... Almost impossible to...

Sir, we have a signal from Colonial One'sshuttle.

They request permission to land. They have the president on board, sir.

Why wasn't I notified the president was coming onboard?

There was no advance notice, sir.

- I didn't know she was coming. - Let's go.

Have Col. Tigh meet her at the air lock.

Bring her to my quarters, please. - Very well.

Every flying machine has four basic controls: power, pitch, yaw, and roll.

Where are yours?

Safety tip number one: don't touch that.

Are you going to order us to stop the search?

I came here to talk, not to give orders.

It may take an order. Why?

Col. Tigh, do I need to know something?

It's gone beyond m*llitary needs. It's personal for the commander and for Lee too.

Because of Lt. Thrace?

Because of her, and because of Zak Adama.

The Commander's dead son.

It's complicated. Take about three weeks to explain.

We've got about three minutes. Talk fast.

She's going to press.

I'm with you.

President Roslin.

Madam President.

Skip the formalities. You both know why I'm here.

Termination of a pilot's rescue mission is a m*llitary decision.

That's a bunch of crap. This isn't m*llitary, it's personal.

Neither of you can let go of Kara Thrace because she's your last link to Zak.

You don't know anything about my brother. - Don't even begin, Captain.

You've lost perspective. As have you.

Under normal circumstances it would just be sad... that the two of you can't come to terms with Zak's death.

In this situation you're putting your pilots at risk, and you're exposing the entire fleet to possible att*ck every moment we stay here.

We've been at risk of an att*ck since day one.

The Cylons won't be missing their patrol for at least one more day.

Col. Tigh, how much aviation fuel has been expended in this operation?

Forty-three percent of reserves.

Almost half. That's unacceptable.

Operations in the moon's atmosphere have put one-third of your fighters out of action.

That is also completely unacceptable.

Crap. Unacceptable. Whatever it is you feel about this... the recovery of one pilot is a m*llitary matter.

All right. It's m*llitary. Fine.

And you're both officers. And you're both honorable men.

And you're both perfectly aware that you are putting the lives... of over 45,000 people and the future of this civilization at risk... for your personal feelings.

Now, if the two of you, of all people, can live with that, then the human race doesn't stand a chance.

Clear your heads.

Combat. Stand by.

This is the commander.

Terminate search operations. Bring everyone home.

Prepare the fleet to make a jump to the next system. We're leaving.

Okay, so it either works or it doesn't.

Okay, that's power, roll, pitch, and yaw.

We have control. Take me home.

You stink, but you're one hell of a flying machine.

I want you to know, I think she's wrong.

I think we have come to terms with what happened to Zak.

I haven't.

I need to know something.

Why did you do this? Why did we do this?

Is it for Kara? For Zak? For what?

Kara was family.

You do whatever you have to do. Sometimes you break the rules.

And if it was me down there instead? You don't have to ask that.

Are you sure?

If it were you, we'd never leave.

Colonel. TIGH: Commander.

Resume your duties. Sir, fighters are aboard, sir.

Civilian ships have begun their jumps to the next star system.

Give the word, we'll start our clock. - Start the clock.

Mr. Gaeta, start the clock. GAETA: Starting clock.

Madam President, would you like to return to your ship?

Thank you, I'll stay here. I'd like to see how the professionals do it.

As you wish.

Execute jump, Lt. Gaeta. Aye, sir. Jump clock is running.

Navigation? CREWMAN 1: Go.

FTL? Go.

Tactical? CREWMAN 3: Go.

Flight Ops?

Contact. Dradis contact.

Incoming, bearing 060, carom 308.

Hold count. Count held.

Contact is... CREWMAN 1: Hold the count.

Well?

Cylon Raider, sir. - You were right. It's just a matter of time.

He's on an intercept course. He'll be on us before we complete the jump, sir.

Action stations, launch Vipers.

Action stations. Launch alert, fighters. Cylon Raider approaching.

Okay. Now look before you sh**t, please.

g*n captains report weapons manned and ready.

- Where the hell are the Vipers? - Most are being fueled.

Hot Dog and Apollo are in the tubes.

Viper I, clear forward.

Navcon Green, interval failure. Abort launch.

Frak!

Frak! Frak, frak!

I guess I'm going solo.

Why only one Cylon this time?

It could be a lone recon mission... or the vanguard for a Cylon base ship about to jump on top of us.

Either way, we're going to have to take it out before we can jump.

Galactica, Apollo. Target in sight.

You idiot. Didn't anybody teach you intercept protocol?

Okay, we're going to have to do this the hard way then.

Lords, this bastard's good.

They're closing fast. Port g*ns have a f*ring solution.

Very well.

Hold still, you little... No cigar for you.

Just a little bit closer.

Not that close!

What the...

I've lost him.

Galactica, I repeat, he is nowhere to be seen.

Dradis. No help. Their reports have merged.

Launch tube status? DUALLA: Still fouled.

We'll have a Viper away in 45 seconds.

This will be over in 45 seconds.

Holy sh...

Galactica, the Cylon is now flying formation with me... right above my head.

This thing is acting weird. ADAMA: Put me through.

It's Starbuck! ADAMA: What?

Come again, Apollo.

Uh, Galactica, the Cylon Raider is marked "Starbuck."

It's written under the frakking wing.

Bring it into the bay.

If it does anything, take it out.

Wilco, Galactica, but I tell you what, it's got to be her.

This thing is flying with some serious attitude.

Now your ass belongs to me.

Like my new toy?

Boy, when you take a souvenir, you don't screw around.

Oh, my God, you smell like a latrine. You want to give me a bath?

How're you feeling? Been a hell of a lot worse.

Don't have any ambrosia, but the Doc can... fix you up with some really nice stuff.

It's not bad, is it? The knee?

Doc says it's too early to tell, but knowing you, you'll be fine.

Kara. Yeah?

You did good.

Get better, okay?

Need anything? A stogie would be nice.

I had a feeling.

It's my last one, so enjoy it. Thank you.

Get some rest.

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