All language subtitles for BG.S3.D4.E4.Dirty.Hands

(DRAMATlC lNSTRUMENTAL MUSlC)

TYROL: Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.

l demand my rights
as a Colonial citizen

to legal representation
and full due process.

Do you?

So what happens next?

We give him his trial.

My father was a priest.
My mother was an oracle.

l've served a Battlestar
since l was 1 8 years old.

When you elected me
union president, l promised
l would keep us working.

You must throw your body
on the gears and on the levers

and on the machine itself
and make it stop!

ALL: Strike! Strike!
Strike! Strike!

You're pretending
like nothing's changed,

that our lives are exactly
like they were before
we went to New Caprica.

But it is different.

Yeah, l was just going through
a little rough patch.

What if rough patches
are all we have left?

TYROL: Figurski,
Pollux, Sanchez,

you're gonna be rehabbing
mule engines tonight so don't
make after-dinner plans.

Set and hold SOL check
rigged to SEC.

FlGURSKl: l thought we were
subbing out mule maintenance
to the civvies in Dogsville?

Yeah, we don't got enough
mechanics down there.

Check flow rate.

POLLUX: Flow rate
steady at 290.

Hey, when are we getting
some rack around here, Chief?

l'm standing double watches
the last two weeks.

l know, l know.

Plus, l still got
the ringing in my ears.

MAN: (MOCKlNGLY)
The ringing in the ears!

TYROL: l'm sorry,
l can't hear you.
l've got ringing. What's that?

POLLUX: Real funny, guys.

Hey, fuse
indicators are out.

Set the wing tank switch
to fuel. Power off.
All right, tank off.

That's it.
Kill the fueling stations.

Pull the hose.
Lt., you're tanked up
and ready to roll.

Roger that, Chief.
Ready to roll.

Laundry call, Figurski,
Pollux, Redford.

Grab your crap
before l chuck it
in the cycler.

Fold my undies
the way l like?

Frak off.
Oh, nice mouth.

You think they let officers
talk like that?

You're gonna have
to change your ways
when you get them wings.

l'm not getting wings.

They rejected my application
for flight training.

l thought you aced
the written exam.
lnterview went well?

Yeah, well, it turns out
l'm in a critical position
and my leaving would cause

That sucks.
Critical position, my ass.

They just don't want
knuckle-draggers stinking up
the pilot ready room.

(PEOPLE LAUGHlNG)

All right, that's enough.
Lock it up! That's enough.

Look, the CAG told me
you got bounced
from flight training.

l'm sorry about that.
lt sucks.

The truth is we need you
down here, you're the best
avionics specialist we got.

And she knows how
to fold a man's undies.

Hey! Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!
You frak...

Hey, come on!
Hey, whoa!
That's enough!

Enough! Get off!
What, are you crazy?
l'll take you apart!

Hey! Shut up, Figurski!

l'll pop you
in the mouth myself.
Now get back to work.

Come here! Come here!

Hey, hey, hey.
Listen to me.

Look, you do important work
down here, just as important
as sitting in a cockpit.

Thanks, Chief.

l'm gonna deliver
some more important laundry.

Raptor away.
Readings nominal.

Everything looks good.
Setting course heading 2965...

(BANGlNG)
What the frak?

lt's a flameout!
RCS thrusters jammed!

Restart! No go!

Galactica, Skulls.
We have an engine thruster
stuck in full position!

Engine one won't start!

There's a fire in engine two!
lt's gonna blow!
Get your ass up here!

Eject! Eject! Eject!

(THEME MUSlC)

You got off lucky.
A dozen injuries.
No fatalities.

Thank you.

You should've seen Tory's
shoulder. l had to help Cottle
put it back into alignment.

You know, l am so busy,
l hardly ever make it down
to this end of the ship.

And now l'm gonna be living
here for God knows how long

until they repair
the bulkheads.

lf the quarters become
cramped, you're always welcome
in one of my beds.

ln a manner of speaking.

Do you have any better idea
what happened to your Raptor?

We're still investigating
the situation.

But it seems that the tylium
was seriously contaminated
with impurities.

Most likely,
it's a problem
with the refining process.

What the hell's
going on there?

The refinery used to be
the most reliable
ship in the fleet.

Now every day l start with
a stack of messages
from that chief.

What is his name?
Zeno Fenner.

Fenner, complaining about
working conditions
and deliveries,

and spare parts
and compensation,
if you can believe that.

We're on the run for our lives
and the guy wants to talk
about overtime bonuses.

We've been more than patient
with Fenner and his
production problems.

Two weeks of sitting here,
waiting for him to get
his act together.

l don't know about you,
but l'm ready to get back
on the road to finding Earth.

(WHlSPERlNG)
ls that a hint of
hope l hear?

ls the skeptic suddenly
decided that we're on the
road to Earth, after all?

Have l ever doubted it?

l've got people
working 1 8 hour shifts
for the past six months.

How long do you think
a man can keep that up?

lf the Cylons show up, we have
enough fuel to jump the
entire fleet, what, once?

Maybe twice?

That's a margin that's
much too narrow for me.

How about for you
and your men?

You have a problem.
Fix it.

Just get the gas flowing.
And then we'll talk,
l promise you that.

Then we'll talk.
lt's always later.

You know, it's funny
that when the gas flows,

my phone calls
don't get returned.

But the minute there's
a glitch in the fuel supply,
l've got face time with

the President
and the Admiral.

Hmm...

Maybe we should just start
having more glitches.

ls that a threat?

lt's like the book says.

"lf you hear the people,
you'll never have
to fear the people."

Did you say the book?

Mmm-hmm.

Guards, arrest him
for extortion and interrupting
vital services

during a time of war.

Go ahead, take him away.
That's it. Go.
Out of here. Gone.

Come with me, sir.

What the hell was that?

He was quoting
from Baltar's book.

The ramblings that
his lawyer smuggled
out of the brig?

He's having it reprinted
and passed out
among the Fleet

and he's calling it
My Triumphs, My Mistakes,
by Gaius Baltar.

l am thinking of having
a good old-fashioned
book-burning.

Ooh, algae meatloaf,
starting to be a favorite.

lt's not for you.
Remember our little talk?

Oh, but today's
my cheat day.

The last three days
have been your cheat day.

Really?

You were moving
better yesterday.

ls that how the bends
are supposed to work?

l'm just upset about Seelix,
so l'm tensing up.

They should've just told her
right off the bat what
the fleet priorities are.

Should've said that
they needed knuckle-draggers

more than they need pilots.

lt isn't about
fleet priorities.

We're not part of the ruling
class, so we're stuck
doing the dirty work.

The ruling class?
Where'd you get that?

Something l read,
by Baltar.

Those frakking rags
making their way
around the fleet?

l can't believe that
anybody's reading anything
written by that guy.

That's what l thought
too, but...

You ever wonder why all
the pilots and the officers
come from the rich Colonies,

like Caprica,
and Virgon, Tauron?

Well, all the knuckle-draggers
come from the poor Colonies,

like Aerelon and Sagitarron
and Gemenon.

Yeah, that's just
trash talk on the deck.

Really? Name one officer
on the Fleet that comes
from a poor Colony.

Dualla,
Lieutenant Dualla's
from Sagitarron.

Case in point.
How did she get promoted?

She married an officer
from Caprica.

(PHONE RlNGS)

Tyrol.

ADAMA: Chief, the foreman
at the fuel refinery's
just been arrested.

Zeno Fenner?
Do you know him?

Did something
happen to Zeno?

Arrested. Yes, sir.
He was in the union
on New Caprica.

He seemed like a good guy.
What'd he do?

He pissed off
the President.

But the bigger
problem right now
is the refining operation.

l need someone to go
over there and get that
fuel ship moving again.

Pick a team, get your gear
and be on the hangar
deck in an hour.

Yes, sir.

l don't understand.
What happened to Zeno?

He pissed off
the President.

You mean,
you can get arrested
for that now?

l think the Admiral
was kidding.

(GURGLlNG)

Yeah.

You ever think
about the union?

Sure, but that's gone now.

New Caprica's gone,
but all the people
in the union are still here.

The only difference
is now they don't have
anyone to stand up for them.

l gotta go.

l do hope you're
enjoying yourselves.

lt's not enough that you have
to interrupt my sleep
and put filth in my food.

Now you have to destroy
my stuff as well.
You're pathetic!

You're utterly and totally...

Hello, Doctor.

Why don't you
do yourself a favor?

Hand over the pages
and stop all this nonsense.

l don't know
what you're talking about.

Turn him around.

The pages to your book,
My Triumphs, My Mistakes
by Gaius Baltar.

So, you've read it.

The people are reading it
and now you're sorry.

We've known that your lawyer
was smuggling the pages
out of here for weeks.

So, we intercepted them
and l'm afraid l'm the only
one who's read the book,

and l am dying
to see how it ends.

Really, what were you thinking
now, casting yourself
as a man of the people,

the son of a farmer,
a revolutionary?

Oh, please.

lt may come as
some surprise to you,
Madam President,

but l wish to strike a chord
with the common man.

Hand over those pages
or l'll have these guards
search you.

Make a choice.

Gentlemen, proceed.

Don't bend
to her, Gaius.

Show her that
she can't break you.

Keep your dignity.

Perhaps you'd consider
writing a blurb
for the back cover.

Thank you, Doctor.

GUARD: Close cell.

(LOCK CLANKS)

lt's all right, Gaius.
Everything will be okay.

Tyrol!

Cabott!
Hey.

How you doing?

Good to see you.

Sorry.
Never mind.
lt's inevitable.

Listen, l gotta tell ya,

we all started feeling
a lot better when we heard
they were sending you.

Oh, yeah?
You bet.

l've been talking you up,

telling everybody how
the union on New Caprica

really stood up
for the little guy.

Yeah, well...

You're looking at the Fleet's
entire fuel supply of tylium.

How many jumps
you think we got?

We'll be lucky if we get
out of the system.

Well, you'd better
give us the nickel tour,
see where we stand.

(LOUD MACHlNERY NOlSE)

This is a big operation.

Yeah, well,
you should see this place
when it's up and running.

Loud as an A-bomb
and just about as safe.

Listen, we really
need this downtime.
l mean, look around.

Next time some machine
fraks up, it might not
just take out a Raptor.

This ship really is a big bomb
just waiting to go up.

Yeah, look,
l understand the risk,
but l need to see it working,

so pull your guys off,
and let's fire it up.

lt ain't gonna work.

You work here?

This is Milo.
He's the best
grease jockey l got.

Milo, huh?
Hey, Milo, so why
is it not gonna work?

Something you guys
aren't telling me?
Come on.

Okay. l guess l'm just
gonna have to have
a look for myself.

ls that pressure relief?

The seals are missing.

They all are.

Without pressure seals,
the machinery won't run.

Well, where are they?

Guess they got lost, huh?

Guys, you can't
be frakking around
with this stuff.

The Admiral
won't stand for it.
The Admiral can kiss my ass.

Hey, hey!

Come on, Chief,
you know what this is about.

l guess when working
conditions improve

and they let Zeno out of jail,
we'll be able to find
those seals.

Until then, it looks
like this ship

isn't going to be refining
another drop of tylium.

And that means
this Fleet isn't
going anywhere.

l've executed a search
of the ship, but the seals
have not turned up.

You know that
this is sabotage.

l'm inclined
to have them locked up.

Sir, please, they could've
rigged something
to have me injured.

They could have
contaminated the fuel
on purpose

and left all of our ships
dead in the air.

Good Gods.

All they did do
was buy themselves
some time.

The machinery does
need overhauling.

There's a reason that
the quality control
is failing.

Do you realize that
most of the workers
on that ship

have not had a day off
since the original attack
on the Colonies?

lt's like slave labor.

Don't be absurd.

The men and women aboard
that ship are stuck there.

They can't leave,
they can't transfer.

They have no control
over their lives.

And the work is hard,
we know that.

Do they think they're having
a picnic on the algae
processing plant

or munitions
or waste processing?

The fleet is filled with ships
with people working
under horrific conditions

and nobody's having
a good time.

Well, l think that if
we at least release Zeno
and start talking to them

about improving
working conditions
and living conditions,

that the protest will
go away, they'll return
the pressure seals

and we'll get
the fuel contamination
problem under control.

Extortion is not
an acceptable method
of protest.

What are the names
of the leaders?

Just Cabott.
l will issue a warrant
for his arrest.

Put him in the brig,
let him sweat it out.

Admiral, Madam President,
they're just trying to...

Chief, uh-uh. We're done.

(SlGHS)

l'm gonna go check
on Cabott and Zeno.

Chief?

Hey.
Hey.

You gotta get him
out of here.

What the hell
happened to his hands?

l wake up in the
middle of the night,
he's scratching the walls.

He just keeps scratching them
until his fingers
are bleeding.

l won't say,
it don't matter...

He was in Cylon
detention on New Caprica,
you remember?

He came out all squirrelly,
and this is not helping.

Come on, you've got
to get him out of here.

(WHlMPERlNG)

l won't say...

Where are the seals?

You son of a bitch.
Come on!

Come on, Galen!
You've got to get
him out of here!

Cabott?
l won't say.
No, l won't...

Cabott, look at me.

Cabott, listen to me.
Where are the seals?

l won't say.
lt doesn't matter.
lt doesn't matter.

Cabott, l can get
you out of here.
Where are the seals?

Tell me where the seals are.
l won't say.
lt doesn't matter...

For Gods sakes,
get him out of here!
lt doesn't matter!
lt doesn't matter!

Where are the seals?
Where are they?

lt doesn't matter.
lt doesn't matter!
Where are the seals?

lt doesn't matter!
lt doesn't matter!
Where are they?

The air vent!

All right?
They're in the center
stern air vent!

Tell the President
to release them.

(WHlMPERlNG)

All right,
that's the last one.

Let's fire this up,
get back to work.

Yes, sir.
Whatever you say, boss.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Can l throw the switch?

How old are you?
Twelve.

Almost.

But l can run
every machine we got.

Only thing l haven't done
is turn the whole thing on.

lt's all yours.

(BELL RlNGlNG)

(MACHlNERY CLANGlNG)

TYROL: There are kids
down there, Madam President.

There's children
on every ship
in the fleet.

These children work
in the refinery.

They're 1 2, 1 5 years old.

There have been families
aboard the refinery ever
since its beginning,

and others were picked up
after the Cylons attacked
the Colonies.

Over the past two years,

the parents have been teaching
the children how to operate
the machinery.

They have been passing
along their skills.
lt is perfectly normal.

lt is not ideal,
l know that.

But there is nothing ideal
about this Fleet.

Do you see what's happening?

Jobs are starting
to be inherited,
Madam President.

We don't know how long
we're gonna be on these ships.
What if it's 1 0 years?

So, l train my son
to be a deck hand
because that's what l am?

And that's all
he can ever be?

ls that the future we want?

That's a really good point.

Tory, l want you
to make a list of
everyone in the Fleet

who has a work history
appropriate to the refinery.

Factory workers, mechanics,
whatever you think.

Give it to the Chief
and l want you to hold
a public lottery.

And we will take people
from other vessels

and we'll put them
on shifts in the refinery.

How's that, Chief?

Thank you.
Thank you.

TYROL: So that's our allotment
from Dogsville.

We'll get these people
on these ships
and out of here

before they know
where they're going.

All right, people!
Let's form two lines!
Excuse me, sir!

One down here,
one over here...

Hi, l don't really know
who l'm supposed to
talk to about this,

but l don't really
think l'm what you guys
are looking for.

l don't really
have the skills.

What's your name?
Danny Noon.

Figurski? Noon.

Noon. Noon. Noon, Daniel.
Says you're a farmer.

Farmer? Yeah,
that's what we're looking for.

People to work
with heavy machinery.
No, but l don't.

Not really.

l worked on a farm for
a summer because l was
saving up to go to college.

Architecture,
but then the Cylons attacked,

and now l'm a farmer?
How is that fair?

How is that
in any way fair?

Just give me a second.

We make an exception
for this guy, there's gonna
be 1 5 more right behind him.

Look at him, though.
He's a kid.

Fine. Put him on the ship.

Look, this is just
a temporary thing, okay?

Hey, wait, hold on.
l'm not a farmer!

Yeah, it's not permanent.

No, wait, can you
just check my record?
Yeah.

Excuse me.
Who am l supposed
to talk to about this?

Who am l supposed
to talk to about this?

You don't understand!
l'm not a farmer!

Hey! Stop it!
l'm not a farmer!

What are you doing here?

Your book,
fact or fiction?

So you read it?

Well, that proves
that the President
is an accomplished liar.

She told me
it hadn't gone out.
So what do you make of it?

l think that
it's a pile of crap.

Obviously, my analysis
of a bifurcated society
scares you.

But everything in my book
happens to be true.

Oh, it's true?
lt's true that you're
a farm boy from Aerelon.

Yes, it is,
as a matter of fact.

l was born and raised
on a dairy outside the town

of Cuttlesbreath Wash
on Aerelon.

Why do l have
such a hard time
picturing you

milking cows
and shoveling manure?

Lack of imagination.

Or maybe that
your little tale is manure.

l've known people
from Aerelon. You don't
sound anything like them.

l don't sound like
l'm from Aerelon?
No.

Well, you know l take that
as a particular compliment.

l don't know about you,
but l've always found
the Aerelon dialect

to be particularly
hard on the ears.

(lN DlFFERENT ACCENT)
Something about the consonants

that scrape the back
of the throat.

Of course, l should know
an awful lot about
my native tongue.

l spent hours on end
trying to overcome it.

Do you have any idea
how hard it is

for a 1 0-year-old boy
to change the way he speaks?

To unlearn everything
he ever learned

so that one day
there might be the small hope

that he might be considered
as not coming from Aerelon?

Maybe, l don't know, Caprica?

Caprica?
Oh, to be Caprican.

The seat of politics,
culture, art, science,
learning.

And what was Aerelon?
Just a drab, ugly rock,

condemned to be
the food basket
for the 1 2 worlds.

And that's how we were
treated, like servants, like
laborers, like working class.

You know, you would have
fitted right in there, Chief.

Lots of men who liked to work
with their hands and grab
a pint down at the pub

and finish off the evening
with a good old-fashioned
fight.

Oh, yes, l left Aerelon
after my 1 8th birthday.

l turned my back on my family,
on my heritage, all of them.

Of course, it doesn't matter.
They're all dead now.

You do realize that
none of that exists here.

(CHUCKLES)

Coming from the mouth
of a mechanic.

We've kept democracy.

We have government,
we have rights,
we have elections...

Well, then you should
feel perfectly happy,
shouldn't you?

Perfectly at ease. Go home!
Leave me in peace!

After all, that's what
the aristocracy wants.

lt wants the working class
to feel looked after,

while they scrabble
around for scraps
from the master's table.

There's a question l ask
at the end of my book.

l'll save you the trouble
of reading it.

Do you honestly believe
that the Fleet will ever
be commanded

by somebody
whose last name
is not Adama?

There it is, Chief.

One set of rules
for the aristocracy,

and one set of rules
for the rest of us.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(LOUD MACHlNERY NOlSE)

FENNER: We've given
assignments to all the new
workers from the lottery.

Looks like you put 'em
right to work.

Yeah, yeah. They're okay.
They're a little skittish,
but they'll catch on.

Right up here's where we had
the problem last time.

We got all kinds
of gear slippage,
temperature variations.

We didn't know the dross
wasn't getting burned off.

And that's the bad fuel?

Yeah, it's running now,
but we've got a half-dozen
other places

down the line
that could frak us.

(GEARS GRlNDlNG)

What's that?

Whoa, that's it!
Hit the switch!

No, no, no! Not when
it's jammed! The whole
system will seize up!

Gotta find it. Otherwise,
the ore that's still in the
chambers will superheat

and set off a chain reaction
that will blow us all to hell!

Hurry! We've got
to get this going!

Right here! This is it!

You got it?
Yeah!

Get it out of there.

l can't get my
hands around it.

Come on,
just give it a yank!
l can't get my hand on it!

Careful! Careful!

lt's too small.
l can't get under it.

We've got some hot rocks
up there! You've got to get
this thing started fast!

Give it a yank!
Give it a yank!
l just can't get
my hand around it!

l can't get
my hand on it!

l can try! l can try!

Get in there!
l can probably fit.

Come on, Danny.
Okay, if he clears it,

the belt's gonna jump,
so you gotta be careful.

Way in the back. Got it.

There you go,
there you go.
You got it. You got it.

You got it. Atta boy.
Better...
Be careful!

Come on, Danny,
get a hold of it!

That's it! Atta boy!
Now, grab it! Pull it!

Pull it towards you!
Pull hard!

Come on! Pull hard, Danny!

(MACHlNERY STARTS UP)

Yes! All right!

Good work, Danny.
Good work.

Atta boy, Danny.
Get out of there.
Come on out, come on out.

(SCREAMlNG)

Medic! Medic!

Medic! Now!

Take it easy, buddy.
We got you. We're gonna
work with you.

Go ahead, take it easy...
He's got multiple...

FENNER: lt's okay, buddy.
You did a great job.
A great job.

MAN: Get in there!
Get in there!

(DANNY GROANlNG)

SEELlX: Okay.

You're gonna be okay.

l need more gauze.
Just calm down, that's it.
Give me some more.

(METAL SCREECHlNG)

This plant is off-line!

We're on strike!

(ALL CHEERlNG)

You need something,
Captain?

Yeah, l frakking
need something.
l need my Viper.

Sorry, Captain.
Vital missions only.

CAP is already up.
We did our job.

What do you mean,
vital missions only?

Whose orders?

Cally relayed the orders
from Chief Tyrol.

We're on strike.

Admiral.

Are you aware that your
deck gang is participating
in a work stoppage?

lt's called
a general strike, sir.
lt's a mutiny.

And do you know
what we do with mutineers?

We shoot them, Chief.

We're leaving people
behind, Admiral.

People are locked into
their jobs, they have no
control over their lives.

They have no say.

We're abandoning them to
their fate. lt's like we've
marooned them on a planet.

That is not the issue.

The men and women
on this ship are not allowed
to disobey an order,

especially in support
of some kind of frakking
labor dispute.

We launched the CAP.

No one has abandoned
their post. We're not
putting anyone in danger.

This is mutiny.

And it stops now.

Admiral, all l want
is a sit-down
with the President.

This is the Admiral.

Arrest Cally Tyrol.

Take her under armed guard
directly to the starboard
repair bay.

The repair bay?
What are you doing?

l'm gonna put her up against
the bulkhead and l'm gonna
shoot her as a mutineer.

Are you out of
your frakking mind?

Cally was just
following my orders.

She's a ringleader,
so she goes first.

Then the rest
of your deck gang,
Figurski, Seelix, Pollux...

You won't do this.

We have a son.

Understand me.

The very survival of this ship
may depend on someone
getting an order

that they don't want to do.

And if they hesitate,

if they feel that orders
are sometimes optional,

then this ship will perish,

and so will your son
and the entire human race.

l don't want
to do this, Chief.

But l will put 1 0 Callys
up against the wall

to make sure that
this ship and this fleet
are not destroyed.

Fine.

l'll call it off.

This is the Admiral.

Do you have Cally
in custody?

Put her on.
Open the door.

You okay?
CALLY: Don't worry about me.

l've been in a brig before.

TYROL: Everything's okay.

Call off the strike.

Did they cave?

Yeah.

Call it off.

l knew it.
l'll take care of it.

Galen, l'm proud of you.

Give the phone
to the Marine.

Release her.

You can go now, Chief.

l thought you had something
that you wanted to discuss
with the President.

Would you like another drink?
l think l've had enough.

Madam President,

l've seen people drafted
into service based purely
on where they were born.

They've also been selected
based on their skills.

Which is a result
of where they were born.

Capricans are more likely
to be professionals.

Aerelons are more
likely to be farmers.

lt's just a fact of life.

lt's a fact
l can't change.

True. But l think we can
level the playing field.

There are a lot of dirty jobs
that need to be done
every day in this fleet,

cleaning, hauling,
low-level maintenance,
things like that.

These are the kind of jobs
that l think should be
allocated to people,

well, people like yourself.
No offense.

None taken. Go ahead.

Let some of the people
on Colonial One get their
hands dirty for a change.

Done. What else?

People that are in dangerous
and high stress jobs

need to be rotated
out for R and R.

Now, in order to do that,
we need a formal
training program.

We can talk about
a training program later,
but right now l need to focus

on maintaining the work force
that we have,

and this is gonna
have to be an area
where the union gives ground.

The union?

Oh, l'm sorry,
l thought you were engaged
in collective bargaining

on behalf of the
Colonial Workers' Alliance.

lf that's not
the case, then...
Madam President,

that union died
on New Caprica.

Chief, the workers
in this fleet,
they need someone

to represent them
and their interests.

And if this society
is becoming truly polarized

between an entrenched
political class and a
disenfranchised underclass,

we are doomed.

We won't need
the Cylons to destroy us,
we'll destroy ourselves.

The fleet that arrives at
Earth will not represent
Colonial society at all.

l am willing to fight
for that society until
my dying breath.

l would love it
if you would fight
for that society as well.

Hmm.

l will.

l will, Madam President.
l will.

TYROL: Pollux and Herschel,
you are on fueling 4372.

STARBUCK: Chief Tyrol.

Hey, Captain.

Chief, one of my nuggets
failed to show up

for basic flight
instruction this morning.

Sorry to hear that, Captain.

So maybe you can tell me
where the hell
Diana Seelix is?

Seelix.
Front and center.

Flight instruction
began 20 minutes
ago, Seelix.

You want to be
a pilot or not?

Yes, sir,
but l thought that...

You will think
when l tell you
to think, nugget.

And you might want to look
at the plan of the day.

Because then,
maybe you'll know where
you're supposed to be

and you might actually
get there on time.

And you're out of uniform,
to boot.

Oh, l'm sorry, Captain.
l think l can handle that.

Thank you, Chief.
Hold this.

You have to be
an officer to fly Vipers.

You know that.

Detail. Hand-salute!

Thank you, Chief. Thank you.

Congratulations, Ensign.

All right,
this is all very touching,
but you were supposed to be

in Ready Room Four
20 minutes ago, Ensign,

which means that
you are falling behind
on your first day.

So move it.

Don't look at him!
Move it! Move it!

Be nice.

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