Battlestar Galactica Page #8

Uh, say, listen, girls.|I've got this hot streak going here.

- Oh, I see.|- Yes, I do too.

Well, have a good time, you two.

And next time,|it's at office rates, Lieutenant.

Never eaten so much|in my entire life.

[ Laughs ]|I'm gonna be as fat as a pig.

Push level three for us,|please.

I feel like a total glutton, Answaw.|Nothing fits me anymore.

And we've only been down|on the surface for three--

Um, I asked you|to push the third level.

You've missed our lodging.

I did press it.|Something seems to be wrong.

Well, there are no lodgings|this far down.

Look there!

It seems to be taking us|all the way to the bottom.

- Something seems to be happening.|- Let me at that control.

There. We've stopped.|Thank goodness.

I wonder what's down here.

[ Screaming ]

What is the purpose|of this special council?

Adama, I'm afraid|I must ask you...

to respect the order of business|until called upon by this chair.

I think Counselor Uri has|a measure to propose. Thank you.

My brothers, a hasty attempt|to outrun the Cylons...

spawned in the midnight|of desperation...

seems foolhardy|in the light of day.

I propose, instead, we now attempt|to appeal for justice and mercy.

Justice?|Justice from the Cylons?

Is that what|you actually said?

Gentlemen,|they've told us...

that they would not stop until|every human had been exterminated.

Now, why should they believe|we are now willing to accept...

that which we have always|found to be unacceptable?

To live under Cylon rule?

Because we would destroy|our arms...

to prove we're willing|to live in peace.

- Destroy our only means of defense?|- Or attack.

May I remind my brothers...

that we did not have|conflict with the Cylons...

until we intervened in their relations|with other nations.

Yes.|Yes, you are right.

We did not come into conflict|with the Cylons...

until we helped our neighbors|whom the Cylons wished to enslave,

and until we helped the Hasaries|get back their nation,

taken by force|by the Cylons.

Correct. But if we|mind our own business,

there's every reason to believe|that the Cylons will leave us alone.

If you've all come to this|council to turn your backs...

on the principles of our fathers|and the Lords of Kobol...

from whom|all colonies evolved,

you do so|with my utter contempt.

Warriors are always the last to|recognize the inevitability of change.

We have a choice:|life or death.

I submit that an issue this grave|should be decided by our people.

Maybe you're right.|But I'll tell you something.

The military|won't be easy to convince.

How, may I ask, do you propose to|present such a delicate matter, eh?

At a celebration...

to decorate those three|brave young men...

who led us to safety through|the perilous straits of Madagon.

One of them Adama's son,|I do believe.

Just the tonic our people|need at this moment.

Some old-fashioned,|down-to-goodness heroes. [ Chuckles ]

[ Chattering, Shouting ]

- After you.|- Thank you.

Party's just gettin' started.

Do you want a little,|uh, company?

I'm kinda companied out.|Thank you.

You're gonna miss the tribute|for the three warriors.

I've given 'em all the tribute|they're gonna get.

[ Sighs ]|We missed my level.

Mine too.|Something seems to be wrong.

We're going|all the way down.

I didn't think that was allowed.|I wonder what's down there.

[ Screaming ]

Help me! What are they|doing with us?

Okay, 30-70.

You guys split 70 percent, and I'll|even pick up the transportation.

I just don't think|it'll work out.

Well, why not?

- Look, I can't talk now.|- What do you mean?

We'll just have to talk about it|later... if you're still around.

Hey, hey, wait!|Where you goin'?

- You're my meal ticket out of the military.|- Starbuck!

What are you doing? The captain's|been lookin' all over for you.

You know, Boomer, I'm beginning to agree|with you. Something's goin' on here.

Well, whatever it is, it's gonna|have to wait. We've gotta get back.

- Uh, what for?|- Dress uniform.

- Wait. I'm not gettin' into any fancy--|- Uh, uh, uh, uh.

One does not accept|our people's highest military honor,

the Gold Cluster,|in a battle suit.

- The Gold Cluster? Ah, you're kidding.|- We got it.

Commander?

Commander.

Just like old times,|isn't it, Tigh?

Well, our ships weren't quite so fancy,|but we gave them a good run.

Yes. You didn't tell|anyone we were meeting?

- No.|- Good.

Is there some reason why you and I|aren't supposed to be talking?

Pick up that|ground crew communicator...

and climb into|the next ship, please.

- Climb into the next ship?|- Quickly.

You're patched into|my internal com system.

We are completely isolated.|No one can hear us.

Yes. I understand.|But why would anyone want to?

It grieves me to think that we have to|take such precautions on our own battlestar.

Sire Uri's men|are expecting me...

to make some kind of move|over his disarmament plan.

I find that even my private quarters|are being monitored.

Now, what I'm about to propose|is somewhat risky.

You don't have to go along|if you don't want to.

Commander, if you think we should do it,|naturally I say we should do it.

What is it|we're about to do?

Tigh, when would be...

the most devastating time|for a Cylon strike?

Almost anytime.|With half of our warriors down on--

During the celebration, when all|of our warriors are down on Carillon.

If we were attacked...

without being able|to recall our warriors,

we wouldn't have a chance.

A few well-placed Cylon bombs...

in the heart|of this launching bay...

and we wouldn't be able to get|a single fighter into the air.

Then, you do think there's more|to Carillon than generosity?

It smells like a trap.

It feels like a trap.

I believe it is a trap.

It is imperative...

that we get our pilots|closer to our ships.

Or perhaps|the other way around--

get our ships|closer to our pilots.

How do we get our fighter ships down to|Carillon without getting council clearance?

Well, we'll launch|a couple at a time...

as if they were part|of our regular patrol.

The council has ordered all|of our warriors to be at the party.

They will be there,|in a manner of speaking.

Now, Uri doesn't know|all of our warriors on sight.

He'll be counting|uniforms, not men.

He'll be counting uniforms?

Yes.|I want you to collect...

all the warrior uniforms|you can possibly lay your hands on...

and fill them with|whomever you can find--

mechanics,|kitchen personnel, anyone--

and get them|down to that party.

- What do I tell them?|- Tell them anything.

Tell them they're on a secret mission,|which is the truth.

I'll do my best.

I'm depending upon you,|Tigh.

If I'm right,

Uri won't be the only one who'll be|counting uniforms at that party tonight.

I understand,|and I hope you are wrong.

Well, we'll see.

[ Coins Clattering On Floor ]

- What are you doing, Colonel?|- [ Gasps ] Felger--

I, uh, didn't mean|to startle you.

Can we, uh,|give you a hand with--

If you ever do that again,|you're on report, Starbuck!

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