Battlestar Galactica: Transcripts: S04E05: The Road Less Travelled
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Anders: Previously, on Battlestar Galactica…
Adama: Helo handpicked a crew for you. I’m giving you a ship.
Helo: We liberated the Demetrius. A sewage recycling ship.
Adama: Now go. Find a way to Earth.
Pike: I’m telling you, guys, this thing is a setup anyway. I mean, you think that the old man just gave her the ship and then cut her loose?
Helo: — Hey, that’s enough of that crap.
Eight: Resurrection Ship didn’t make the jump … now Cavil’s baseships are breaking formation, taking positions around our periphery.
Natalie: They’re going to attack.
Eight: They’ve taken out our FTL!
Natalie: No Resurrection Ship… They’re really trying to kill us!
Cally: Stay the frak away from me! I heard you. You’re Cylons! A bunch of frakkin’ skinjobs.
(Tory knocks Cally out, airlocks her.)
Tory: You think Cally killed herself because of you, don’t you?
Chief: She thought we were having an affair.
Tory: …We weren’t.
Chief: No, that’s right. I’m not a cheater. I’m a Cylon.
Baltar, to applause: I’m not a priest. But that doesn’t matter, you see. Something in the universe loves me… God only loves that which is perfect, and he loves you. He loves you because you are perfect, just as you are.
Demetrius: Thrace Quarters
Helo, entering and watching her paint: Captain.
(She doesn’t hear him, keeps going.)
Starbuck, crazy: I’m glad you’re here. I might have found something.
Helo: Before that, we need to talk about making our rendezvous with the Fleet.
Starbuck, scratching and shuffling papers: Later. No, no… no. Come on. Here showing him papers. What do you think?
Helo: Well…it’s hard to say. Spectroscopics are promising. But according to this, we already did two long-range recons of that grid. Both no joy.
Starbuck, smiling like a nutter: Third time’s the charm maybe.
Helo, creeped out: …Alright. I’ll have Sharon prep to go as soon as Anders gets back from his scout.
(She looks insane some more.)
Helo: Hey. What about you? You been getting any sleep?
Starbuck: I don’t know. Not, not much. It was so clear when I first got back. If I could… If I could just focus, I know that I can find that sound again.
Helo, sad: I gotta go see the CAP off. Long pause. We’ll talk when I get back.
Starbuck: Hold up. I think I’ll go with you on this one.
Helo, not wanting them to see: You haven’t flown a CAP since we left the Fleet.
Starbuck, again: I think I’ll go with you on this one.
Cultist, showing Gaius a photo: I need you to tell me that all this somehow makes sense. This was my husband James, my two children Danya and Reese. They were on Picon when the Cylons attacked.
Baltar: …What do you feel when you look at this photograph?
Phoebe: I feel rage.
Baltar: Against the Cylon.
Phoebe, shaking: Not just the machines. Anyone involved. The engineers who designed them. The corporations, the politicians who provoked this war and then did nothing to protect us. And most of all the Gods.
Baltar, on a throne and wearing robes: The Gods. They stood by and let it all happen. Yes, I know. I know. He stands and embraces her. I am so sorry, Phoebe. I sympathize.
(Tracey turns on a tape recorder and transmits his words over wireless.)
Baltar: Unfortunately, the Gods cannot be blamed for not coming to your aid. It’s not because they weren’t listening, it’s because they don’t exist. The Gods we’ve been praying to for thousands of years do not exist. Paulla caresses her, touches her hair. Tracey sits at his right hand, Jeanne behind. They can’t help you because they are not real. We have been pandering to our own ignorance for far too long.
(Galen jumps rope; his hair is shorn.)
Baltar, on wireless: “Now on my own journey I’ve been wronged, persecuted. I prayed to the Gods on my knees, begging them for mercy. Tortured. I received nothing in resp…”
(Galen turns off the wireless; Nicholas begins crying and he turns it on again, calming him.)
Baltar: “…I could’ve lived in that abyss of bitterness, but that will destroy you like nothing else. But I chose to forgive. And most importantly, I began with myself.”
Athena: “Third time’s the charm”? And you just went along with it?
Helo, sighing: It’s called following orders, Lieutenant.
Athena: It’s called dragging our feet. Starbuck’s pushing our go-back deadline to the last second. She’s afraid of what Adama’s gonna say when he realizes her vision was just a pipe dream.
(Kara weirdly heads to the Vipers.)
Athena: You’ve got to be kidding me.
Mathias: She’s taking a Viper out now?
Seelix: She can’t be serious.
Pike: Maybe she could do a little fingerpainting…
Helo: I’ve heard enough bitching and moaning to last a lifetime. Two more days and we’re back with the Fleet, okay? Until then, everyone just shut up and do your jobs.
Starbuck: Come on. Come on. Come on….
Hotdog: Starbuck, Hotdog. Didn’t catch that. What are your orders?
Helo: Hotdog, Demetrius . You know the drill. Keep your eyes open and stick close to Starbuck’s wing.
Starbuck: … I know you’re out here somewhere. Come on.
Hotdog: Starbuck, dradis contact. Demetrius, we’ve got an inbound. One bogey, bearing 149er.
Helo: Roger that. Call action stations, spool up the FTL for emergency jump.
Gaeta: Action stations, action stations. Set condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill. Repeat, action stations, action stations. This is not a drill.
Starbuck, spotting a Heavy Raider: Son of a bitch, I knew it.
Hotdog: Demetrius , Hotdog. I’ve got visual. Cylon Heavy Raider.
Helo: Starbuck, Demetrius. Report. Report!
Hotdog: Demetrius, I’m seeing blast damage all over this thing. Starbuck, what are your orders?
Starbuck: Come on. Talk to me, shoot me, do something.
Hotdog: Starbuck, what are your orders?
Leoben, over wireless: “Kara. I’m alone. It’s not an attack. I knew I’d find you. Knew you’d be out here searching…”
Leoben: “I’m here for you, to offer a truce between Cylon and human. And a chance for you to complete your journey.”
CREDITS: 39,676 survivors.
Demetrius, Heavy Raider docked outside.
Gaeta, rushing into CIC: Heavy Raider’s docked at the aft airlock. The animal part that controls it looks dead. We only found the one Leoben aboard. Starbuck is still taking one hell of a chance.
Helo: If he wanted to kill us, we’d all be dead by now.
Athena: Just means he wants something else.
(Marines and Athena cock guns as they bring the Leoben onto the bridge; Kara enters.)
Leoben: Kara. Thank you for this. We were praying for a miracle.
Starbuck: It wasn’t a miracle. It’s like I knew you were out there.
Mathias: I’m not picking up any gamma emissions, sir. Raider’s packing conventional weaponry only, no nukes.
Helo: All right. Keep checking for tracking devices. Anything that might give up our position.
Starbuck, at Leoben’s smile: Don’t look at me like that.
Leoben: I’m sorry. The difference between the way you were on New Caprica and now…
Starbuck: — I’m the same person!
Leoben: I have eyes. I can see. God has taken your hand and purged you of the questions, the doubt. Your journey can finally begin. But there isn’t much time. The others, the ones I left behind, they need your help. But not as much as you need theirs.
Leoben, whispering: Your crew. They don’t trust you.
Starbuck: I need you to tell me why you’re here…
Helo: Captain, we should move the prisoner.
Leoben: A blue planet! Surrounded by clouds…
Starbuck, to the Marines: Stop!
Leoben: The hybrid. When she first described it to me, how beautiful it was, I cried. Her eyes, alive with beauty. You need to go to her, Kara. The hybrid, she’ll tell you things. Amazing things.
Helo, putting his body between them: We’re done here. Get him out of here.
Starbuck: Wait! Take him to my quarters. …Just do it!
Galactica Hangar Deck
(Tory joins Galen in the launch tube.)
Tory: It may never make any sense. Hangar deck crew tells me you’ve been obsessing over this place. Going over the logs. Replaying the accident again and again.
Tyrol: … “Accident.”
Tory: What is it?
Tyrol: I spoke to Cottle. Cally was on moxopan and cosapine. Antidepressants. How does she go from antidepressants to suicide?
Tory: Well, she was… emotionally disturbed.
Tyrol: She would’ve left me. She never would’ve left Nicky behind.
Tory: So… what do you think then? Someone killed her? Galen, you have to let it go.
Tyrol: No, I gotta figure out what happened.
Tory: What if she knew?
Tyrol: How would she have known?
Tory, righteous: Maybe she sensed it. I mean, she was your wife. You’ve been … different since the Nebula. Maybe she was afraid of you. Maybe it was God’s will. We don’t know why these things happen, but God does. And He has plan for us. For whatever reason, her death, our awakening… You gotta trust that it’s all for the best.
Tyrol: Why are you here?
Tory: Because we are in this together. And I am here for you, Galen. I know exactly where you are right now. I have been there. Until Gaius helped me realize that what… Whatever has gone before, whatever I have done, it doesn’t matter. We can still change.
Tyrol: You spend way too much time with Baltar.
Anders: So I guess I missed all the excitement, huh? So what’s the deal, this Leoben, has he said anything?
Gaeta: Don’t know. Starbuck ordered the guards to wait outside, lose the cuffs. Said she didn’t want to be disturbed.
Anders: Guess I’ll talk to her.
Gaeta: Yeah, why don’t you do that.
(Inside Kara’s quarters, Leoben helps her paint, with one hand on her hip.)
Anders, dropping him: Hey. Hey hey hey hey! Get the hell away from her….
Starbuck: Sam… Sam, stop it!
Anders: What is wrong with you, Kara?!
Starbuck: stop it!
Helo: Marines! In here now.
Leoben: …I can see why she’s so fond of you.
Starbuck: Just leave him alone.
Leoben, as they cart him away: You know. You know what we have to do. Just remember there isn’t much time…
Anders: Get him the frak out of here! Cuff him and lock him in storage!
Helo, alone with her: What is going on with you? Kara…
Starbuck: He can help us. The Cylons, they understand about Earth.
Helo: And you believe him. After everything he’s done to you? Kara, he kept you locked up for months on New Caprica. The frakkin’ mind games?
Starbuck: I swear to Gods, this is not a dream. It’s real.
(Sam follows handcuffed Leoben to lockup.)
Leoben: Unh! I’m glad you’re here. You and Kara, did you get things worked out? Because you should. You weren’t meant to be enemies.
Anders, kicking him: No. That’d be you and me. What do you want from Kara?
Leoben: The same thing I’ve always wanted. For her to understand her destiny.
Anders: That’s not good enough.
Leoben: It’s good enough for her. What is the most basic article of faith? That “This is not all that we are.”
Leoben, laughing at Sam’s confusion: C-Bucks rule!
Anders: What did you just say?
Leoben: Forward guard, right? I saw a couple games. You were good. But after all the celebrity and acclaim, what were you? Just another face selling magazines, another piece of scoreboard trivia, and you always knew you were destined for more. You were just waiting for your singular moment of clarity.
Anders, cocking a gun at his head: Well, maybe I just found it.
Leoben: You kill me, Kara’s dream dies with me.
Anders: I don’t think so. I think you download into another Leoben body and you spew more lies.
Leoben, sad and scared: No one’s coming back. We were lured out of resurrection range. Ship was attacked. We survived. The baseship was damaged. We were set adrift.
Anders: What are you talking about? Who attacked you?
Leoben, embarrassed: War has broken out between the Cylon. Battle lines have been drawn between those who embrace their nature, and those who fear it.
Anders, leaving: Good. You can blow yourselves to hell for all I care.
Leoben, urgent: That’s one way, that’s one way. There’s another. An alliance. Allow our paths to converge. You save us from our savage brothers. And our old one, the Hybrid, will show Kara the righteous path. And together, they’ll lead us to the Promised Land. Together, we will find Earth.
(Sam slams the door behind him; Leoben looks to heaven.)
Anders: He said his baseship was attacked, that they were ambushed by their own kind.
Gaeta: So … now the Cylons want us to rescue them. That’s … novel.
Anders: Well, he’s proposing an alliance between us and his damaged baseship.
Seelix: How’s that supposed to work?
Gaeta: Yeah, are supposed to leave them piggyback on our nav and FTL systems and help them jump out of harm’s way?
Anders: They’ll join forces with the Fleet.
Helo: If it’s true.
Seelix: Frak. Are you actually thinking about doing this?
Gaeta: XO, listen. Bringing Leoben on board, that was questionable at best. But jumping back to his baseship? It’s suicide.
Helo: Nothing’s been decided.
Athena: And what, you trust Starbuck to make the right decision? Because she’s out of control.
Anders: Whoa, what are you saying?
Athena: We are running on fumes, Anders. In two days we are gonna be overdue for our rendezvous with the Fleet. We gotta do something before she takes us all down with her.
Helo: Are you talking mutiny? Because that’s sure what it sounds like. You want to tear this ship apart, then keep riling up the crew making your crazy-Starbuck cracks. Otherwise, I suggest you both shut the frak up.
Athena: Starbuck is leading us into a trap. Cylons are gonna capture the freighter, they’re gonna have nav data straight back to the Fleet.
Starbuck, appearing: Then we better keep that from happening. Order the CAP back and lock down the ship. As soon we can work through the jump coordinates from Leoben’s Raider, we go.
Starbuck: It’s a chance to find Earth! I intend to take it.
(Tory and Gaius laugh, post-coital; Tory falls back.)
Baltar: Not that I particularly care, but since I haven’t been arrested recently or beaten up, can I… Can I surmise that the President has not been apprised of my pirate broadcasts?
Tory, laughing: Oh. Actually, I told her all about them. I even suggested she speak to the Admiral.
Tory: I guess you’ll have to do something about that.
Baltar, as she starts to dress: Or not. Even Roslin and Adama must realize the movement’s taken on a life of its own. It’s gonna take them more than bashing in a few heads to stop this.
Tory: Truth is you’re not worth another confrontation in the Quorum. You may be drawing more bodies to your crusade, but they’re from the fringes. No one of consequence. Get some clothes on, they’re waiting for you.
(Galen, working as a grunt, overhears Tracey and Paulla, carrying food.)
Tracey: Think we have enough?
Paulla: It doesn’t matter, they’re not coming to be fed. They’re coming to hear Dr. Baltar’s word, and learn from it, just like we did.
(Galen decides to attend.)
(Gaius broadcasts his sermon; Galen approaches.)
Baltar, broadcasting as Chief watches: “The past is written. Impossible to change. Why are so many of us living in the past? Living with the shame of what we have done. When we could live in awe of what we might do. What we might do. What will we do? Spiral endlessly through the heavens until humanity itself comes to a close? Or do we look inward… and find that strength within?
Tigh, behind Galen: Can you believe these people are buying into Baltar’s crap?
Baltar: “We have the opportunity…”
Tigh: We need to talk.
Tyrol: I don’t have anything to say to you.
Tigh: Well, then you can listen. Come with me.
Tigh: I’ve been cutting you some slack because of Cally, but that’s over. You gotta pull yourself together. Now.
Tyrol: Suck it up. Just like you, huh?
Tigh: Now what is that supposed to mean?
Baltar: “…Be ashamed…”
Tyrol: I hear you’ve been spending some time in the lockup with the Six.
Baltar: “…Who are willing to accept them …”
Tyrol: Remember when this all started? You said nothing would change you from the man you want to be. Well, how about it, Colonel? You still the same old Saul Tigh?
Tigh: Anything I’ve done, I can live with.
Tyrol: Well, that’s the difference between you and me. I can’t.
Baltar: “From this level, we are all the same.”
Tyrol: Tory’s got in her head that we can be the salvation of the human race.
Baltar: “Am I making sense to you?”
Tyrol, leaving: All I know is if there is a God, He’s laughing His ass off.
Baltar: “…Grace, unity…”
Gaeta: EVA is almost complete, Captain….
Mathias, on EVA: Demetrius , Mathias. I’ve finished inspection of the aft section. She’s a big sucker!
Athena: Okay, wrap it up, Sarge. Get back to nest ASAP.
Mathias: Roger that, Athena. I was getting bored with the view anyhow… Hold up, got a leak. Some kind of gas venting through a crack in the hull, something’s happening….
(Huge explosion, Gunny Mathias screams. Kara hears the vent and explosion in her quarters.)
Helo: Mathias, report. Mathias, report!
(Pike starts to lose it, everybody is sweaty.)
(Galen approaches the stage as people mutter; Gaius finally takes the stage to chattering, applause.)
Baltar: Please. Please don’t clap. What are you all doing here?
(Galen hangs back as they chuckle.)
Baltar: The reason that we are all here is because the old ways have failed us. It doesn’t matter if you’re a believer or a nonbeliever. It certainly makes no difference to me, you are all welcome.
Baltar, as Galen turns to leave: Mr. Tyrol! Mr. Tyrol. I know that we have had our differences, but I am begging you right now to set those aside. Come down here and take my hand. If not for yourself, then for your wife. For Cally. She would’ve wanted this.
Tyrol, finally turning and speaking over the crowd as he comes near: Cally wasn’t like me. She forgave you for New Caprica. Even read your bogus Manifesto. But not me. You may have your sheep fooled, they may be buying into your message of forgiveness, but let me tell you. There are some sins that even your imaginary God can never forgive.
Baltar, face-to-face with him: I have not been talking about an imaginary God. I am asking you to take my hand. Take my hand, Mr. Tyrol. For Cally. …It’s what she would’ve wanted.
(Galen looks at the hand and then chokes Gaius, relentlessly, as the followers try to pry him off.)
Baltar: Leave him! Leave him!
Tyrol, leaving: You didn’t know her!
(Galen rips his quarters apart, and finally pulls out a gun from a hidden cabinet, screaming. On the floor is a picture of Cally and Nicky; he stares.)
Leoben, as Kara enters: I heard an explosion. Are you all right?
Starbuck, beating him: What’d you do? Blow the tylium stores?
Leoben: That’s the Kara I used to know…
Starbuck: The Raider’s in pieces, you motherfrakker! Sergeant Mathias is dead, not that you give — a — damn!
Leoben: You can’t think that I had anything to do with that.
Starbuck: I wasn’t even on the deck. I was too busy believing you instead of watching out for my crew.
Leoben: My ship was under fire. The reactor could’ve been damaged.
Starbuck: It was a setup. Say it!
Leoben, spitting blood: Hit me, hit me again.
Starbuck: You used me to get close to the ship.
Leoben: How many times did you kill me on New Caprica? Don’t stop now. Go on, do it. I won’t come back this time, I promise. Resurrection Ship’s well out of range. Go on, do it. Do it!
(She shoves him to the floor and stares at him, breathing hard; she finally sits on the floor opposite him.)
Leoben: It doesn’t help, does it? …Nothing feels quite like it did before. Does it?
Starbuck, losing it: What are you doing to me?
Leoben: All of your life. You forced back the truth by lashing out at everyone around you. Anesthetizing yourself with ambrosia and empty affairs. But you’ve lost the taste for those petty things.
Starbuck, pissed and insistent: I’m the same person…
Leoben: No, there’s a void, an emptiness that can only be filled by taking the next step on your journey.
Starbuck, desperately whispering: What happened to me the two months I was missing?
Leoben, honestly: …I don’t know.
Starbuck: The mandala, the paintings, my mother. It had to mean something.
Leoben: You have to make peace with your past.
Leoben, bleeding: Because that part of you is gone. I told you when I first came aboard this ship that you had changed. I look at you now, I don’t see Kara Thrace, I see… an angel, blazing with the light of God. An angel eager to lead her people home.
Seelix: This is bad, this is really bad.
Gaeta: She can’t explain this one away….
Helo: So you think she’s a Cylon now? Starbuck’s racked up more kills than any pilot in the Fleet.
Pike: Yeah, Starbuck maybe, okay, but who the hell knows who got off that Viper two months ago?
Starbuck, taking center of the room as they stand: I’m not really very good at any of this. We’ve all come to remember Sergeant Erin Mathias. To grieve for our loss. To honor her. Mathias is dead. Because of me. We’ve all heard the words, the prayers, but I don’t know what any of it means anymore. We want to believe that she died for something. But in this war, people die and it is just stupid, it’s an accident, there’s no nobility to it. There’s nothing we can grab onto that’s gonna make it any easier. They’re just gone. I have to live with that. You know, I know that this has been a difficult mission. And maybe I haven’t…
(She leaves the silence too long, doesn’t finish the thought.)
Gaeta, helpfully for once: Captain, we’ve downloaded the rendezvous coordinates to the FTL. We’re ready to jump back to the Fleet on your order.
Starbuck: We’re not going back to the Fleet.
Pike: What the hell are you talking about?
Starbuck, leaving again: We came out here to complete a mission. That baseship has something to do with it, I know it. Captain Agathon, lock down the ship, prepare to jump.
Pike: No, you know what? Frak her, and frak her little pet Cylon, okay?
Pike: This baseship was never part of the mission. Okay? One of us is dead now. One of us is dead, and if we don’t leave right now we are all going to die, all right?
Hotdog, grabbing him: Let it go. Just let it go, Pike!
Helo: Everybody stand down! Hey!
Pike: We’re all gonna die! Get out of my way.
Helo: You have your orders, Pike. Now back off.
Pike: You better choose which side you’re on, Captain.
Helo: Walk away. Walk away and this doesn’t go any further!
Pike: Figures, huh? You’d be the one to protect that Cylon thing. Right?
(Helo beats him down, shocking even Athena and Seelix, who helps him up. Everybody is stressed and Helo feels cruddy.)
Tyrol Quarters/Corridor Outside
(Galen looks at a photo of him and Cally from New Caprica.)
Jeanne, outside: Gaius, I just don’t understand what you’re trying to accomplish. I mean, this man is psychotic.
Baltar: My message is for everyone, especially for the ones who don’t want to listen.
Paulla: I just don’t think it’s safe.
Baltar, knocking on hatch and finally letting himself in: Five minutes, that’s all. Mr. Tyrol.
Jeanne: Gaius, I really don’t think–
Baltar, dismissing her: There’s nothing to be afraid of.
(Galen lies on the bed, considering Gaius without moving or blinking.)
Baltar: Look, uh, Chief. I’m … I’m here to ask for your forgiveness. About my presumption earlier. You were right, you know. I hardly knew your wife. I’m sorry. Would you mind if I… just, um… I know it’s hard to… make sense of things sometimes. In my own life, I… In my own life, I joined the Fleet as a scientist, as a skeptic, as supposedly a man of reason. Only to have fate turn that all on its head. But I understand now that there is a purpose to it. We change. We evolve. Maybe we even learn something along the way. I have committed… Unconscionable crimes. And I have been offered one last chance at redemption. Because I chose to accept my fate, not fight it anymore. I’m so sorry for your loss, Chief. She was a very beautiful woman, your wife. I’m also told quite spiritual. You know, I don’t expect you to believe me, but… I would very much like to have known her better.
(Gaius looks at him a while, and turns to go; Galen wordlessly holds out his hand from the bed and Gaius clasps it.)
Baltar, voice shaking: …Thank you.
Gaeta: Action stations, action stations. Set condition one throughout the ship….
Athena: Are you really gonna do this?
Helo: I don’t have any choice.
Athena: Yes, you do.
(Kara enters, everybody stares and sweats some more.)
Helo: FTL’s spooled, Captain.
Starbuck: Good. Set the clock.
Helo: Captain. Captain, I’m asking you to reconsider.
Starbuck: There’s not enough time. We don’t go now, we lose out shot.
Gaeta: That’s assuming we believe the Cylon. That’s assuming we believe that Leoben’s coordinates are right, we don’t jump into a nest of baseships, or the middle of a star…
Helo: Galactica’s standing orders are clear. If we miss the rendezvous, Adama will assume we’re dead or captured. They will leave us.
Starbuck: No. Not Adama.
Helo: Listen to me, we can jump back to Galactica, okay, if the Admiral’s for it, we can re-supply. Send out an armed patrol.
Starbuck, leaning forward like Cain: Do not do this, Helo.
Helo, sadly: …I can’t allow you to risk the lives of this ship’s crew.
Starbuck: When the Admiral put me in command, he told me to trust my instincts. Find the next marker, see if it checks out. Lead the people from the Fleet home. That is what I intend to do. Now…prepare to jump!
Helo: I’m sorry Sir, but I cannot obey that order.
Starbuck: Then you are relieved, Captain.
(Everybody is totally bummed, and the others stare at Kara and wait for her next move.)
Starbuck: Mr. Gaeta, you are now the new XO. Prepare to jump, on my mark.
Gaeta: No Sir.
Anders: Okay, everybody needs to think about what they’re doing here.
Starbuck: They have thought about it, Sam. They all have. It’s a mutiny.
Helo, totally sad: Captain Thrace, as XO of the Demetrius , and acting under Article X of the Colonial Military Code, I’m hereby relieving you of command.
TO BE CONTINUED
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