03x05 - Collaborators

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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03x05 - Collaborators

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Previously on Battlestar Galactica...

I, Sharon Agathon, will carry out the lawful orders of my superiors as an officer in the Colonial Fleet.

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

We're talking about people blowing themselves up.

I got one job here, lady, and one job only... to destruct the Cylons.

Make them worry about the anthill they've stirred up down here, so they're distracted and out of position when the old man shows up in orbit.

You know the mission.

You should also know there's only one way that this mission ends.

And that's with the successful rescue of our people off of New Caprica.

Evacuate the entire facility.

You should go as well, Gaius.

There's a place for you too.

Hi. Who's this?

This is...

Kacey.

Oh, my little girl.

When the Cylons took her, I thought...

But you saved her.

Gods bless you.

A lot of good people had to pay the price for what they did.

Choices they made on New Caprica.

Like my wife.

That's right, Ellen collaborated.

Gave the Cylons information on the resistance, and she d*ed for it.

I can't believe there's still a question of my value.

There will always be a question.

You're human.

Good to see you.

I far prefer these picturesque settings for our interludes.

Don't you?

I thought you had abandoned me to your Cylon comrades.

Would I do that?

You've always been more unpredictable than your flesh and blood counterparts.

A man that loves women as much as you should have learned that a long time ago.

I'm a slow learner.

Then take this period as a time to learn all you can about the Cylons.

You'll need it in the days ahead.

Something special on the horizon?

Cylon psychology is based on projection.

Projection?

It's how they choose to see the world around them.

They're more like you than you think.

The only difference is you choose to see me.

What are you... really?

You're either connected to the woman I knew in Caprica... or you're just a damaged part of my subconscious struggling for self-expression.

So which one is it?

I'm an angel of God, sent here to help you.

Just as I always have been.

We're all part of one big ecosystem.

Yes, I can feel it... breathing.

So, what'd he say?

I haven't asked him yet.

Asked me about what?

Earth.

What... uh...

Earth.

It's the 13th colony.

Do you know how to find it?

Not really, no.

Well, that's unfortunate.

There was a hope... my hope... that if you knew the way to Earth, it would justify keeping you alive a little longer.

Come on, Six.

Wait. Wait, wait!

Now when I say that I do not know exactly where Earth is, that is not to say that I do not know a very great deal about its probably location.

Honestly, I spent hours, days, weeks, months and months on a map that Adama and Roslin found on Kobol.

And I correlated that with astrometric observations.

I doubt anyone here can make the same claim.

We'll get back to you.

What do you care about finding Earth?

Because we're looking for it.

You are?

Yes, we've decided that Earth's going to be our new home.

Ship-to-ship training exercise is authorized.

You may commence when ready.

This is Apollo. Read Team set.

Blue Team set.

Red Team Apollo.

As soon as we clear the moon, we're gonna be on their dradis, so keep your eyes up.

They're gonna hit us with everything they got.

Stay in formation, Starbuck.

Narcho, you're my wingman.

Blue Team, Kat.

Let's show these lazy fraks how it's done.

Red Team, Starbuck. I got Hotdog.

I'm hit!

Red Team, Apollo. I'm going after Kat.

Got you.

Whoo!

You're gonna have to do better than that, Apollo.

Come on.

I'll take care of Kat.

Starbuck, you stay in formation.

Narcho has Kat.

Inbound.

Let me show you how it's done.

Frak!

Compressor blew.

Looks like it threw a blade.

Severed the fuel line. Cally, check the t*nk.

Gods.

The t*nk's bone dry.

There's not even fumes in here.

Captain, how'd you land this thing?

Pointed it toward the deck, and stopped when I got here.

Bone dry, she says.

Landed the bird without a drop of fuel.

If you want to die, I will open up an airlock for you.

But you are not taking one of my Vipers with you.

The bird's on the deck. I'm on the deck.

I don't know what you're bitching about.

I don't give a frak what you so, Starbuck, You're done flying.

Why do you want to do that?

What?

Don't look at me like that.

Oh, my Gods.

Ellen?

Ellen?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hey, make a hole.

Ellen.

If I've told you once, I've told you 1,000 times...

Ellen, I'm right here.

What is this? Let go of me.

Kara, Kara!

Kacey?

Kara, Kara.

Captain Thrace?

I'm sorry, don't you remember me?

I'm Julia Prynne. I'm Kacey's mom.

Yeah. Yeah, I remember.

Give me a hug.

We've been staying over in the...

Well, everyone's calling it Camp Oil Slick.

Part of the hangar deck.

And they've put up cots for, you know, refugees.

Yeah, I heard.

Well, Kacey's been asking to see you for days.

I sent messages.

I thought maybe you'd come for a visit.

You seem like a really nice person, so I'm gonna be honest with you.

The last thing I need is a two-year-old friend.

And Kacey sure as hell does not need me in her life, so do us both a favor, and do not bring her around here again, okay?

Go to your mom, Kase.

Sure.

Sorry, don't let us keep you up.

Sorry, honey, we gotta go.

There is goes.

That's it.

See?

See, I told you you could do it.

You did great.

Remind me never to let that happen again.

Ever.

I've been trying to reassemble President Bal...

Dr. Baltar's work on piecing together the 13th Tribe's path to Earth.

I'm curious, Mr.Gaeta.

What is it that you trust about Dr. Baltar's research?

How do you know it's not another one of his lies?

If there was one thing I learned about Baltar, it was his extraordinary capacity for self-preservation.

I think he wanted to find Earth because hewanted to get there.

How far did he get with his research?

Well, as you can see, I'm still hacking through his notes.

But it appears that he was trying to correlate our own astrometric readings with the map of constellations that we found back on Kobol, and apply his findings to certain select passages within the scroll of Pythia.

Why the scroll of Pythia?

Pythia is supposed to have chronicled the original journey of the 13th Tribe on its way to Earth.

If I can craw your attention to this passage.

"And the caravan of the heavens

"was watched over by a great lion

"with a mighty blinking eye, red and blue."

Exactly.

Exactly what?

You're looking for a lion's head?

With a mighty blinking eye.

Blinking Well, they're scrolls. They speak in metaphors.

Initially, I thought the doctor might be off his meds as well, sir.

But then I found this note here, where he had written "blinking equals pulsar."

That means a star, right?

Uh, plural, actually.

They're the rotating cores of dead stars.

The emit a blast of radio waves.

From a distance, they appear to...

Blink.

Right.

The doctor found two in very close mutual orbit within this sector.

The spectrographic readings that I found show one will appear to be red, and one will appear to be blue.

Now... these pulsars appear to be in this nebula.

We have never had a direct look at this area.

But it is possible, with a couple of eyeballs out there, they might look at the nebula and see...

A giant lion's head.

Well, it looks like this is the best thing we've got going, so, unless you object, Admiral, I suggest we go lion hunting.

The navigational markers you gave us may prove useful.

They sent a base ship out to investigate the pulsars, and look for this lion's head of yours.

Look, this isn't easy for me.

I don't think you fully appreciate just how difficult this is.

I have very conflicted, very ambiguous feelings about helping you find Earth.

Funny how all that ambivalence and conflict seemed to vanish once you thought your life hung in the balance.

You should know there's still a lot of skepticism about whether you're being entirely truthful.

I'm very sorry.

We didn't mean to intrude.

Come on, Gaius.

Are we going 'round in circles?

I'm sure it all looks the same to you, doesn't it?

Be hard for any human to navigate around here.

Especially without projecting.

Yes, you've used that word before.

I'm not quite sure what you're talking about.

It helps you to what, exactly?

Have you ever daydreamed... and imagined that you were somewhere else?

I do have an active imagination.

Well, we don't have to imagine.

We project.

We choose to see our environment in any form we wish, whenever we wish.

For instance, right now you see us as standing in a hallway, but I see it as a forest.

Filled with trees, birds, sunlight.

Like the walks that you and I used to take.

On Caprica.

The aesthetic is what gives me pleasure.

Not the specific memories.

Instead of staring at blank walls, I choose to surround myself with a vision of God's creation.

Now I understand projection, but isn't it a coincidence that I could see such a vivid reality that I've created, and the Cylon projection experience seems to be so similar?

Is it a coincidence?

Well, what are you saying?

There's a connection?

What, because of my experiences with you...

Am I a Cylon?

What was that?

Oh, nothing. Just talking out loud.

Silly me.

So you sure you want to go in the second seat again?

I mean, I hear you're a pretty fair pilot now.

Well, too many pilots, not enough birds.

Anything to keep me flying, at this point.

You want me, I'm yours, Boomer.

Uh, no, Boomer was...

She was someone else.

Listen up.

We need a new call sign for Lieutenant Agathon.

Chrome Dome.

Mayflower. Carburetor.

Wind-up Toy. Tin Can.

Toaster Babe.

Transistor. Robo Pilot.

How 'bout Athena?

Wait, wait, wait, wait. What was that?

You know, the goddess of wisdom and w*r.

Usually accompanied by the goddess of victory.

Athena it is.

Hey, Colonel!

Colonel, come have a seat.

Over here.

Enough of that to go around?

Always.

Oh, yeah.

Dead Man's Chest... cut-throat game.

Not usually your style.

It is now.

And I'm in it to win.

You don't like it, find another game.

Oh, there's some straight talk.

Have you seen the lineup outside the head?

15 civilians standing in line picking their noses, and waiting to take a shower.

Frakin' civilians think they run the ship now.

Beats what we had before. The ship was like a tomb.

You want to know what alone feels like, try spending a few weeks in a Cylon holding cell.

Yeah, it was a bitch on both sides.

And it wasn't exactly easy coming up with a plan to save your sorry butts.

You guys had it rough, huh?

Hot showers, three squares a day.

Viper jocks didn't even take a sh*t till you jumped into orbit. Hey... we all made sacrifices.

Is that so?

Yes, that's right.

While you were pinning wings on your Cylon girlfriend, and our people were strapping homemade bombs to their chests, doing whatever they could to take the bastards out.

So forgive me if I don't get all misty over your sacrifices.

You seem distracted, Gaius.

Do I?

You can rest easy, at least for now.

The data on Earth's location in your valiant rescue of the baby has gone a long way toward impressing the others.

I used to think you and I would have a baby one day.

There are only 12 Cylon models.

But in the entire occupation on New Caprica, I only saw seven.

Now here again, the same seven.

Who are the final five?

I can't talk about that.

Can't or won't? I can't.

It's complicated, but we don't talk about them.

Ever.

But you'd know one of them, wouldn't you, if you saw them?

One of the final five.

If they were to walk past here right...

Six, we have a problem.

A bay ship.

The one we sent to investigate the pulsars in the lion nebula.

We've lost contact.

The trouble is we know almost nothing about the missing bay ship's status.

We received a garbled distress call, then silence.

Not surprisingly, their Hybrid sent us a confusing set of data.

Our Hybrid is analyzing it.

What are these Hybrids he's talking about?

Be quiet, Gaius.

Our Hybrid's deciphered part of the data set that we received from our scout ship.

This can't happen to us. It's impossible.

It is not only possible, it may have been inevitable, once we took human form.

We're not human. We're not like him.

God has chosen this time, this place, to test us.

Whether we fail or pass the test is up to us.

What's going on?

The missing Baseship, it's been infected by some kind of disease.

Disease?

Yes, it's k*lling them.

All of them.

If an infected Cylon dies, and carries this disease with them into a Resurrection Ship, it could rapidly spread.

Potentially infecting our entire race.

All right, we make sure that the Resurrection Ship is out of range.

Then we Jump to their location.

Send in a group of Centurions...

No. The data set indicates that as soon as the Hybrid was infected, the Centurions started shutting down.

We don't know how ours are gonna be affected.

I assume our Raiders and Baseships are also susceptible.

Of course.

We are all created from the same genetic pool.

Then no Cylon can board that ship without risking infection.

Say you'll go aboard the infected Baseship, and investigate what happened.

You sent them to that nebula.

Remember?

Are you mad?

You have to prove to them you can be counted on in an emergency.

Show them you're worth keeping alive.

And what if I catch the disease?

What are the chances that a human could catch something that infects a Centurion or a Raider?

That is, if you're human.

And if you're really a Cylon... one of the final five you haven't seen yet... wouldn't you rather just get it over with and die?

Okay.

What?

Yes, I'll go.

Look, I am a trained scientist.

I can go to the Baseship.

I can make observations about the Cylons.

Their physical condition.

Bring back information about this disease, which now threatens all of you.

We've learned the disease that's k*lling the human Cylons could infect one of our Raiders as well.

Then don't send a Raider.

Surely the w*r's furbished you with some colonial vessels.

He's right.

We could program one of our Raptors to approach on autopilot.

All right, then prepare to Jump the ship.

Make sure the Resurrection Ship knows to stay behind, out of range.

A truly selfless act.

I could use a refill here.

Here.

Here's to knowing... that somebody will always have your back.

Yeah.

The sentiment's good, but in my book, trust is an overrated commodity.

Mmm, that one I'll drink to.

Frak you guys.

What is your problem, Katraine?

My problem is you, Captain.

And all this us against them crap.

Truth hurts, doesn't it?

Gimme another one. You know what, Starbuck?

Whatever happened to you down there, why don't you take it out on the Cylons, 'cause we busted our ass to get you off that rock.

Do you think that means anything?

Every colonist that landed on New Caprica was loyal, to a point.

It was amazing watching those people that you thought you knew go over to the Cylons.

At least in the end, we knew where we stood, huh?

Is that so?

Then how come you are off flight duty, and some Cylon lover is holding down my post?

Don't kid yourselves.

You're on your own in this life.

Each and every one of us.

Why don't you tell that to the pilots that d*ed getting you off that rock?

And Gaeta's briefing Sharon and Racetrack on the scouting mission to the pulsars.

You mean Athena and Racetrack.

Word travels fast.

Yes, it does.


I understand that morale's taken a hit on the flight deck.

Nothing we can't handle, Sir.

I'm also told that Colonel Tigh is spending a lot of time down in the pilots' rec room.

Both him and Starbuck, Sir.

They've been holding court.

Second-guessing the rescue, bad-mouthing the crew that stayed up with Galactica.

Suddenly, if you weren't in the ground w*r, it's like you can't be trusted.

People are listening.

Your word carries a lot of weight.

You're right, they're destroying morale and unit cohesion.

They both know better.

I don't think they care, Sir.

Two protons expelled at each coupling site creates the mode of force.

The embryo becomes a fish that we don't enter until A plate.

We're here to experience, evolve the little toe.

Atrophy. Don't ask me how.

I'll be dead in 1,000 light years.

Thank you. Thank you.

Genesis turns to its source.

Reduction occurs step-wise, though the essence is all one.

End of line.

After your system check, diagnostic functions within parameters, repeats the harlequin.

The agony exquisite, the colors run the path of ashes.

52% of heat exchanger, cross-collateralized with hyperdimensional matrix.

Upper senses repair ordered.

Relay to zero, zero, zero, zero...

Is it aware of us?

Of course.

She's aware of everything aboard.

End of line.

New paragraph.

Pancreatic fluid at one with the continuum of evolutional matrix.

We're here to experience, evolve the little toe.

Reduction occurs step-wise, though the essence is all one.

Full stop. New paragraph.

System check...

Do you have any idea what it's talking about?

No.

Most Cylons think the conscious mind of the Hybrid has simply gone mad, and the vocalizations we hear are meaningless.

But not everyone thinks that.

The ones you know as Leoben believe that every word out of her mouth means something.

That God literally speaks to us through her.

She sort of controls the Baseship, does she?

She is the Baseship, in a very real sense.

Mind gone mad.

She experiences life very differently than we do, Gaius.

She swims in the heavens... laughs at stars, breathes in cosmic dust.

Maybe Leoben's right.

Maybe she does see God.

We're wasting time.

...they cry for succor in the dark of the light.

Jump...

There are bodies everywhere.

Others dying.

What the hell is that?

Definitely man-made.

You're severely dehydrated.

You must drink some water.

k*ll me.

You don't understand.

There is no Resurrection Ship nearby.

You will not be downloaded into a new body.

You will just be gone.

I saw how they d*ed.

Please...

Please, I can't bear that.

I'm here to bring help.

All right?

I'm just gonna take some blood samples for analysis on the Baseship.

And then we will be able to make a treatment for the disease.

Just breathe, please.

Please take some water.

You're...

You're from Galactica.

No, I'm from a Baseship.

Tell me... do you know what this is?

We found it floating at these coordinates.

Must be some kind of... beacon... or marker.

It looks too old. It looks very old.

Must've been left by the 13th Tribe.

It was infected, poisoned.

Left by some humans like you to destroy us.

What?

A human device filled with a pestilence.

You sent us to this place.

It wasn't me.

You know we'd bring it aboard.

You don't know what you're saying.

This is the disease speaking through you.

Calm down.

I am going to bring help. You knew it was here.

Now, shush. Shush.

I would never do anything to hurt you.

You and the other Baseships knew it was here.

I am going to bring help.

Be quiet. Be quiet.

I'm going to bring help. You want to destroy us all.

It's your fault! You lie to them.

Shut up! You lie to them.

Shut up!

Be quiet! Be quiet!

Shut up! You're gonna infect all of us!

Be quiet. Shut up!

Aaaaaaah!

Shut up!

Gaius, do you hear us?

Gaius, do you read?

Is anyone alive? Speak to us.

Do you read?

What do you see?

Are any of them alive?

This is Gaius Baltar.

I'm returning to the Baseship.

What do you see?

I see nothing.

Nothing of consequence.

There's nothing left to do here.

Nobody likes it, but we have to make a terrible choice.

Do we attempt a rescue, and risk the lives of our fleet... even our species, or do we leave them?

The answer won't be found in science, because there's no cure in science.

Well, there has to be.

Do we just leave them?

Then they're condemned to death.

They must be sacrificed for the greater good.

There is a greater question.

Yes, there is.

How did this happen?

It's Baltar, of course.

It's his fault.

He led us there deliberately.

He's been working with Galactica the whole time.

It wasn't me.

Whatever you think I did, I didn't do, honestly!

Baltar, we followed your coordinates, and found a disease with no treatment or cure.

Clearly they're doomed.

Never to return.

Perhaps God would smile upon us for our mercy.

Oh, listen to you.

You can barely even speak His name.

Listen to me!

I'm totally and utterly innocent!

Aah!

We have to leave them.

We have to Jump, and leave them to their fate.

There is no other way.

Mists of dreams drip along the nascent echo, and love no more.

End of line.

The Hybrid objects.

She doesn't get a vote.

Jump the ship.

Jump.

This disease... it must've come from someplace.

So what did you notice on the infected ship?

Nothing. Nothing.

I am just as baffled as you are.

You noticed nothing suspicious on the infected ship?

Nothing whatsoever.

Admiral on deck.

Admiral.

Give me the room.

Stay in your seat.

Have a drink?

Give me your sidearm.

What?

Your sidearm.

Hey, there's a live round in that.

Now one of you, and I don't care who, pick that w*apon up and sh**t me.

Admiral, I don't know...

I didn't say to talk.

You've done enough of that already.

I said to pick up that w*apon, and sh**t.

What's the matter?

No guts?

You don't got a pair?

You're both frakking cowards.

Watch your mouth. Or what?

You going to turn the rest of my pilots against each other?

Poison the crew?

You've already done that, Saul.

Both of you.

Yeah, well, if you're looking for an apology, it isn't gonna happen.

You were like a daughter to me once.

No more.

You're malcontented, and a cancer.

And I won't have you on my ship.

So you have a choice.

You figure out how to become a human being again, and an officer, or you can find another place to live.

Off of this ship.

You're dismissed.

Are you gonna kick me out of my chair too?

Listen, I know you've been through a lot.

Don't patronize me.

Say what you came here to say.

You're full of bile, hatred.

And I know that it has something to do with Ellen.

And I'm sorry for that.

And if you need time, Saul, you take all the time you want.

But I gotta run a ship.

The last thing I need is a one-eyed drunk sitting down here sowing discontent and disobedience.

So I'll tell you once again, Saul.

You can pick up that w*apon and k*ll me... or you can get your ass back into your quarters, and not leave... until you're ready to act like the man that I've known for the past 30 years.

That man doesn't exist anymore, Bill.

And you won't be seeing me again.

Oh, my Gods, it's right there.

The lion's head nebula, and the blinking eye.

Holy crap, it's the road to Earth.

Oh, my Gods.

Let's get the frak out of here.

I'll start the Jump.

When God's anger awakens, even the mighty shall fall.

Frak, Athena, we need to get out of here!

He's doing it again.

Thanks!
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