Battlestar Galactica Page #9

You can tell the rest|of your playboy pilots...

this is not the last flash inspection|that I'm gonna make.

If I ever find uniforms|in this condition, you're in trouble.

When Commander Adama sees these,|he's gonna go crazy.

It's gotta be the pressure.

You know, it's unfair. A lot of those bridge|officers never go down to the surface...

while everybody else gets to go|and have a good time.

Bridge officers don't get their tails|shot off flying around in little fighters.

Still, I wouldn't mind|trading with them.

I believe you.|I'll mention it to the colonel.

Wait a minute. I can't take over|for him. I'm not a colonel.

Neither am I.

So much for guilt.|Let's go to the party.

Right.

Hello, Father.

Apollo.

Well, uh,

Colonel Tigh wants to be|at the celebration,

so I, uh-- I offered to|relieve him for the night.

Simply as a favor.

I might have thought you'd like to see|your son getting his Star Cluster.

It's well-deserved, Apollo.|Well-deserved.

Precisely why I cannot accept it as anything|but another one of Counselor Uri's ploys.

How can saluting his greatest|rival's son be a ploy?

I just have the feeling that he'll|propose destroying our arms...

at the celebration,

hoping that|the cascade of emotion...

will do all the damage before|anyone realizes what they've done.

- But you can stop it.|- I? [ Laughs ]

Not anymore. Have you heard the talk?|I got us into this predicament.

No one believes that. And even|if some do, you have to speak out.

How can I say to you that you've|been more than a father to me?

You've been someone I could look up to|with trust and respect.

My ideals rise and fall|on your standards, and this isn't you.

What's happening to you?|Help me to understand.

You'll understand, my son.|In time, you'll understand.

I know that wasn't easy for you, not|telling him. Perhaps you should have.

No. No.

If I told him, I wouldn't have|been able to keep him from my side.

This is my gamble.|If I win, we all win.

But if you're wrong,|Uri will destroy you.

I'm not wrong.

The Cylons lured me|into their deception once.

Never again.

[ Chattering ]

- That's very strange.|- What is?

That man's insignia|is Blue Squadron.

I thought I knew everybody in it,|and look at the fit of that uniform.

Apollo, tonight|is a night of thanksgiving,

and everyone's dressing up|and making do with whatever they have.

He probably hasn't|worn that in years.

Besides, the guest of honor|looks absolutely delicious.

[ Chattering Continues ]

- Hi.|- How lovely you look in your uniform.

Huh? Oh.

Hey, isn't this|something, Boxey?

- Our hosts have been very generous.|- I don't like them.

- What?|- I told him the Ovions wouldn't approve of him...

bringing Muffit|to the celebration.

Well, we put one over|on them, didn't we?

Except for your captain,

I deduce from the uniforms|that most of your warriors are here.

- Yes, well, I'm always a big draw.|- [ Laughs ]

[ Growls ]

Muffit, Muffit, come back here!|Here, daggit! Come back here!

- Starbuck.|- Yes? What is it?

I'm talking to the great|and near great.

Well, when you come down,|tell me who that is.

Those three guys|right behind the dancer.

Darned if I know.|They sure have lousy tailors.

- Starbuck, you should know them.|- Why should I know them?

Because they're wearing|the insignia from our squadron.

Don't start without me.

Where is the lieutenant going?

- Um, to find the captain, sir.|- Excellent.

[ Apollo ]|Hey, what's going on?

- Stop those guys. Stop them.|- What are you--

What are you doing, Starbuck?

Listen, something's|going on around here.

Those three impostors, I just--|Uh, listen, can we talk?

Yeah.|Will you excuse us?

The lieutenant|needs attention.

I'll take Boxey and get something|to eat. Where is Boxey?

He's probably in watching the acrobats.|They're pretty good.

Well, don't be long. You two don't|want to miss your own coronation.

- Yeah.|- Boxey!

- What's this about impostors?|- I don't know.

I've been running into guys all night|who aren't from our unit,

but they're wearing|our unit's clothes.

- That officer in the shuttle.|- You spotted one of them?

Yeah, maybe.|I think we better check this out.

I suggest that you find|your two friends...

and tell them that we're going to begin,|with or without them.

Yes, sir.

- Looks deserted.|- Everyone's at the party.

Not everyone. There are three|impostors down here someplace.

[ Squeaking Language ]

How many warriors?

Nearly their full|complement of warriors.

See that the humans remain|entertained until the end,

then they will be yours|in the lower chambers.

This night we celebrate|a most special event...

in the annals|of human experience.

Starbuck, what'd you find?

They're not here.|They must be at another level.

The other levels|aren't accessible to humans.

- I've been wondering about that.|- Yeah, so have I.

I know how to fix that problem.|Stand back.

You're the gambler.|Pick a level.

Uh, what say we have a look at what's|furthest from the guest rooms?

- Mmm, nice.|- Shhh!

Mm-mmm.|You're the leader.

...against any living brother,|whether a former friend or foe.

[ Electronic Barking ]

- Muffit! - At least he'll|be remembered in the eons as--

[ Woman Moaning ]

Ah, me and my big mouth.

At least we know|the secret of Carillon.

Do we? What's the connection|between the casino and all this?

Let's get out of here,|then figure that one out.

Muffit!

Run, Boxey, run!

Apollo, are you thinking|what I'm thinking?

With all this tylium, we're setting fire|to the biggest bomb in the universe.

Yeah.

- It's a little late to try and talk to these fellows.|- I think so.

[ People Moaning ]

[ Moaning Continues ]

Oh, my God!

Some of them are probably|from our ships.

[ Starbuck ] No wonder no one's ever|left here to tell about this resort.

The Ovions are living|off of them...

and probably selling|the tylium they mine to the Cylons.

- That's Muffit!|- Hey, Boxey, come back here!

No!|[ Groaning ]

Muffit! Muffit!

[ Screams ]|Starbuck!

[ Sobbing ]

Let's go!|Follow me!

Report, Centurian.

It is done,|Imperious Leader.

Let the attack begin.

By your command,|Imperious Leader.

[ Barking ]

We're doing fine!|Whoops.

- There's too many of them.|- Go for the ceilings. Set fire to the tylium.

That must be|why you're a captain.

Call out the entire garrison.

Scanner's picking up|a large body of objects closing rapidly.

Scan for alien forms.

A wiping clean of the slate|of animosities and prejudice.

- This way! This way!|- Run, Boxey!

Captain, where you guys been?|We've been looking all over for you!

- Ohhh!|- Come on!

Move!

When these fires reach hyper-combustion,|the whole planet's gonna blow.

Let's get outta here!

Oh, frack!

Warm scan positive.|Multiple three-passenger vehicles.

Cylon attack craft.|So they spring their trap.

Enemy approaching,|90 microns.

- Arm weapons.|- An opportunity...

to throw down our arms|and prove, once and for all,

that peace begets peace|and love begets love.

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