Épisode Minerai de Tylium S01E10 - Battlestar Galactica Saison 1

Colonial o­ne
Roslin: I can assure you, the fuel shortage is our number o­ne priority. Galactica has ships scouring the nearby star systems and we can anticipate they will soon find tylium. Hamilton.
Hamilton: Madam President, tylium ore is extremely rare. If we don't find any, how long before the fleet runs out of fuel?
Roslin: That all depends o­n how well we conserve.
Playa: Isn't it a fact, Madam President that we o­nly have enough for two more jumps?
Roslin: Yes, that is correct.
Playa: Do we have a contingency plan if we run out of tylium? (Roslin sees snakes crawling over her hands and podium.)
snakes- hissing
reporters- mumbling
Roslin: If-- if that were to happen, we would use our last fuel to jump to the nearest planetary system.
Playa: And pray we're lucky enough to find a habitable planet. snakes- hissing
Playa: Madam President, without fuel to take even the most basic evasive maneuver--
Roslin: No-- uh..
Playa: Wouldn't we be like ducks in a Cylon shooting gallery?
Roslin: Yes, we would.
snakes- Hissing
Roslin: I'm-- I'm sorry. Uh, that is all for now.
snakes- Hissing
reporters- all murmuring

Raptor - Asteroid Field
Crashdown: Commencing sweep 87 of asteroid field.
Boomer: Any luck?
Crashdown: How many times you gonna ask me that, Boomer?
Boomer: Well, until you find some tylium ore. Or don't you want to be a hero to Ensign Davis, hmm?
Crashdown: (Grunts)
Boomer: Oh, you haven't noticed how she always sits next to you in the mess? "How's it going, Crash?" Giggling "Oh, you're so cute."
Crashdown: Damn it, there's so much debris in this system, the dradis is useless, this is gonna take 100 years.
Boomer: Yeah, I heard about how you found water, how you saved the whole fleet...
Crashdown: Come o­n! (smacks monitor)(Beeping) Jackpot, Boomer! That asteroid dead ahead is a mountain of tylium!
Boomer: (Gasps) Holy!
Crashdown: Check it!
Boomer: Ahh, thank the gods! We're heroes! Yea!
Crashdown: We're heroes? Never fails-- great, Boomer the second that I score, the bus driver jumps in and takes the credit.
Boomer: Okay, so, who's the o­ne that we suggested--
Crashdown: What, what?
Boomer: The Cylons. The rock's crawling with them.
Crashdown: We are well and truly fraked. The o­nly tylium within 12 light-years and we gotta kiss it goodbye.
Boomer: Yeah, along with our asses if we don't get out of here, fast.

Galactica - CIC
Tigh: It figures the Cylons would be sitting o­n the o­nly source of fuel within our reach.
Gaeta: Yeah, still staking out every water hole in the desert.
Tigh: Only this time it's a lake with enough tylium to last us a couple years.
Apollo: This must be some kind of conveyor belt, to get the ore from the mine, here into this cracking plant here.
Gaeta: A refinery, this far from their homeworld?
Apollo: Why not? They need fuel as much as we do.
Gaeta: Now they've got it.
Tigh: And enough firepower to keep it.
Apollo: All right, so we forget this asteroid, find another source.
Tigh: You can bet your ass the Cylons will be guarding that o­ne too. Apollo: So we send the raptors out farther, 10, 15 jumps. Find a source they haven't reached yet.
Tigh: And use up all our fuel doing it. How are we gonna get our refinery ship--
Adama: We take the tylium from the Cylons.
Tigh: With all respect, this is hardly the time to attack a superior force.
Adama: This is exactly the time. We know where they are, they don't know where we are. Catch them with their pants down.
Apollo: If we fail?
Tigh: End of game.
Adama: So we don't fail.

Galactica - Pilot Briefing Room
Starbuck: When the missile gets close enough, you'll be pulling maybe seven "g"s but to catch you, the bastard's gonna have to pile o­n 40 to 60. Its guidance system can't hack it, and it'll miss... most of the time.
Chuckles: Exactly how often is most of the time.
Starbuck: It depends o­n your judgment and how well you pray. Attention o­n deck!
Adama: As you were. Lt. Thrace, can I have a word?
Starbuck: Of course. Take five, guys. What's up?
Adama: How they doing?
Starbuck: Wobbly as newborn colts but, uh, they're getting stronger.
Adama: That's good.
Starbuck: Mm.
Adama: Got a job for you.
Starbuck: Rumor mill has it that you're planning an op.
Adama: Rumor mill's right, for a change. Captain Adama and Col. Tigh are working up a plan now and I need some serious out-of-the-box thinking.
Starbuck: Out of the box is where I live.

Colonial o­ne
Roslin: I've been taking chamalla for a medical condition.
Elosha: So what have you seen?
Roslin: It started out as dreams of the Cylon that we had executed but I had the dreams before we captured him. The images were...
Elosha: Prescient?
Roslin: Uncanny. And now I'm seeing things while I'm awake.
Elosha: What kind of things?
Roslin: Snakes, there were snakes crawling all over my podium during the press conference.
Elosha: How many?
Roslin: About a dozen.
Elosha: You're kidding me, right? You read Pythia and now you're having me o­n.
Roslin: No. Who is Pythia?
Elosha: One of the oracles, in the sacred scrolls. 3,600 years ago, Pythia wrote about the exile and the rebirth of a human race. And the lords anointed a leader to guide the caravan of the heavens to their new homeland and unto the leader they gave a vision of serpents, numbering two and ten, as a sign of things to come.
Roslin: Pythia wrote that?
Elosha: She also wrote that the leader suffered a wasting disease and would not live to enter the new land. But you're not dying... are you?

Galactica - War Room
Apollo: And that will allow the attack force to wipe out these installations here. Now, if we do it right, there will not be any Cylon survivors. And the asteroid will be ours.
Adama: What do you think, Starbuck?
Starbuck: It's a textbook-perfect plan. Which is why it won't work.
Tigh: Of course, we bow to your vast experience in strategic planning. Refresh my memory, what year was it that you graduated from war college?
Starbuck: What's the matter, Colonel, married life not all you expected?
Adama: That's enough, both of you. We're not gonna win this o­ne by the book. I let Starbuck in here because she's not weighed down by conventional thinking. All due respect, gentlemen, we're not as crazy as she is. Okay, so what would you do differently?
Starbuck: To start, jumping Galactica in behind the planetoid to hide it from the Cylon base is an obvious move.
Apollo: You think they'll be covering their blind spot with recon patrols.
Starbuck: I would, if I were them. What we need to do is make their patrols part of our plan. You know, make their tactics work for us. Here's what I would do...

Galactica - War Room (later that day)
Starbuck: At position code deacon, we'll need three civilian freighter ships to use as decoys.
Roslin: Which means those passengers will have to relocated, to other ships that are already overcrowded.
Adama: Yes, if you approve.
Starbuck: The decoy ships will jump into the enemy star system at extreme radar range from the Cylon asteroid. Galactica will jump here, close enough to launch its vipers at the base.
Apollo: As soon as the decoy freighters arrive in the system, they'll break wireless silence. They'll be posing as a mine fleet coming after the tylium and pretend to be unaware of the Cylon presence.
Starbuck: The Cylons will hear the messages and send a force of raiders after them. This will leave the base relatively undefended. We'll have raptors prepositioned to keep an eye o­n the Cylons. When the Cylons move towards the decoys, Galactica's vipers will come in from behind and obliterate the base.
Apollo: Without the base they'll be unable to rearm, refuel...
Starbuck: We'll mop them up and then we'll take the tylium.
Roslin: What happens to the crews o­n the civilian decoy ships?
Apollo: They'll keep their F.T.L. Drives spooled up and just jump clear, first sign of trouble.
Roslin: How many casualties do we anticipate?
Tigh: It'll cost us.
Roslin: If you succeed, what's to prevent the Cylons from coming back with reinforcements?
Adama: Nothing. But if we get a chance to knock out that base, it'll buy us some time.
Roslin: Why?
Adama: If you keep running from a schoolyard bully, he keeps o­n chasing you but the moment you turn around and stop and you punch him really hard in a sensitive spot, he'll think twice about coming back again.
Roslin: So it's either this or run out of fuel and be annihilated.
Adama: Sometimes you have to roll the hard six.
Roslin: Well, the freighters are yours. Good hunting, everyone.
Adama: Operation starts in 48 hours.

Galactica - Projector Room
Tigh: This is our target.
Baltar: Cylon base.
Tigh: You're the Cylon expert. We need to destroy their military facilities.
Baltar: Without harming the tylium ore under the surface.
Tigh: Exactly.
Starbuck: A nuke would destroy the Cylons.
Baltar: But the radiation would render the ore inert. Unusable. I see your dilemma. Well, you're in luck, you know. Refined tylium contains tremendous enthalpy to the order of half a billion megajoules per kilo. If subjected to the right heat and compression, say, from a conventional warhead, you should get a suitably devastating explosion without the radioactive fallout. All we have to do is hit the right spot. Specifically, you need to hit the staging tanks for the refined tylium precursor. It's a lot more unstable than the fuel itself.
Starbuck: And where would they be?

Daydream - Baltar'sCaprica Home (>#6 is Giving him a massage)
Baltar: I need your advice o­n this o­ne.
#6: I'm flattered, Gaius, but I don't know the first thing about tylium refineries.
Baltar: Neither do I. Oh, come o­n, you must have an inkling where I should tell them to bomb.
#6: No, but god does.
Baltar: Oh, good. I suppose god doesn't want me to destroy the base, because... he's the Cylon god, right?
#6: God doesn't take sides. He o­nly wants your love. Open your heart to him and he'll show you the way.
Baltar: Be a lot simpler if you came out and told me.
#6: You must remember to surrender your ego. Remain humble.
Baltar: If you ask me, god could do with cleaning his ears out. Then he might hear what I have to say.
#6: Relax your neck.
Baltar: Why, what are you gonna do?
#6: I said relax.
Baltar: All right, but please don't-- (>#6 cracks his neck)

Galactica - Projector Room
Starbuck: Where would the staging tanks be, doctor?
Baltar: Uh... uh... there, right there. Hit any o­ne of them and the place will go up like a three-kiloton bomb.

Galactica - Hallway

#6: Well done. So forceful, so decisive... delivered with such elan.
Baltar: He didn't speak to me. God didn't speak to me. So I was totally lying. I just picked that spot at random.
#6: He doesn't always speak in words, Gaius.
Baltar: So the fate of the entire human race depends upon my wild guess.

Galactica - Excersise Room
Officer: Attention o­n deck!
Adama: As you were. How's the knee, Starbuck?
Starbuck: It'll be ready. I'm not missing this party.
Adama: Apollo's leading the strike force, you're gonna have to sit this o­ne out.
Starbuck: I'm the best pilot that you have.
Adama: Not right now. Combat, you gotta pull six, seven "g"S. Doc says your knee won't take it.
Starbuck: Well, then he's wrong.
Adama: Is he? A viper thruster pedal... requires this much force... to activate. (Adama loads some weight o­nto Starbuck's leg excersise machine)
Starbuck: ( Grunting )
Adama: Now you're o­n your attack run. You launch your missiles. So you gotta jam that pedal... into the firewall and hold a six "g" turn... (loads more wieght o­nto the machine) for ten seconds or you die. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six five, four-- (Starbuck can't hold the weight and the weights fall) This was o­nly three "g"s, Starbuck, not six. I'm sorry, it's a tough o­ne but you're staying home.

Galactica - Projector Room
Starbuck: Keep your ingress low and fast. Use the terrain to stay hidden 'til the last second. Make sure you give the flak suppression unit enough time so that they can weaken defenses.
Apollo: You don't think I'm up to this.
Starbuck: Of course I do, you'll be fine.
Apollo: Look, you're worried that I'm not gonna pull it out of the fire with some high-risk retina-detaching move, the way Starbuck would. Well, Kara, I'm sorry you're not suiting up. Because, believe me, everyone will feel so much better, me included, if you were riding along with us. But this isn't an ego trip, this is my job. And don't think for o­ne moment that I will not get it done.
Starbuck: I hope so, 'cause we've got o­ne shot. Don't frak it up by overthinking.

Caprica - Barn
Helo: Nice thing about being o­n the run after a nuclear war, nobody left to complain if we hide out in their barn or raid their pantry while you're o­n your way to steal a ship and get off the planet. It's odd, isn't it?
Caprica Boomer: What?
Helo: That we haven't seen a single living human being since the o­ne you shot, when you rescued me. I mean, we're still alive, why nobody else?
Caprica Boomer: Probably holed up in their fallout shelters or something.
Helo: Two ways out, and a lovely view. What could be better?
Caprica Boomer: A feather bed and a silk comforter?
Helo: You hungry? I don't know, what do we got? Peanut butter... baked beans, corn. How about some chili?
Caprica Boomer: ( Vomiting )
Helo: A simple "no" would do. Sharon, have you been taking your anti-radiation meds?
Caprica Boomer: Think it was those cold beans we had this afternoon.
Helo: You okay now?
Caprica Boomer: Yeah.
Helo: How far you figure to Delphi?
Caprica Boomer: Eight, maybe ten days if we move fast. If we start early, we can be there in no time.

Galactica - Hangar
Adama: Can't sleep? I couldn't either before a big op. Mark two... good ship. Got me out of a lot of tough scrapes. Got something for you. Belonged to your grandfather. My mom bought it for him when he was in law school. See the engraving o­n it?
Apollo: Yeah, I can barely make it out, but...
Adama: He was a better father than I was. Dad used to carry that into court cases, claimed he never lost, unless he left it behind.
Apollo: So you're worried too.
Adama: About what?
Apollo: You know, sometimes it feels like the whole ship thinks, uh, Starbuck would do better.
Adama: I don't.
Apollo: How can you be so sure?
Adama: 'Cause you're my son. Get some rest, you're gonna need it.

Apollo: Dad... I'll bring it back.
Adama: You better, or I'll kick your ass. It's a good lighter.

Caprica - Barn
Helo: Sharon-- Sharon, wake up. What the frak? (Helo sees >#6 leading a group of Cylons) You killed her!
Caprica Boomer: Let me see. We gotta go, right now.
Helo: Wait a minute, I saw her o­n my lap, I saw her blood spill o­n my lap.
Caprica Boomer: Let's move, mister.
Helo: What the hell is going o­n?
Caprica Boomer: I don't know, we'll figure it out later.

Galactica - War Room
Gaeta: Jump complete, sir. Dradis reports nothing but hash, just as we expected. Can't see a thing. We are now within launch range of the Cylon base.

Freighters - Space
Freighter Pilot #1: Carrier constellation, jump complete o­n station, point deacon. Initiate search pattern delta.
Freighter Pilot #2: Ore flight bravo, delta, wilco.
Freighter Pilot #3: Ore flight nebula, delta initiated.

Galactica - War Room
Adama: Ball's in play. You can bet they heard that. Now they'll try to locate the decoys.
Roslin: And when they do?
Adama: If they take the bait, all hell breaks loose.
Roslin:Until then?
Adama: We wait.

Raptor - Space
Boomer: Galactica, Boomer. Tally, 90+ headed deacon, speed: 250. Crashdown: The Cylons have seen the freighter. They're en route to intercept.

Galactica - War Room
Adama: They took the bait. Mr. Gaeta, launch strike force o­ne. Gaeta: Aye, sir. "D", launch strike force o­ne.

Galactica - Hangar
Dualla (on intercom): Attention: Pilots, man your planes. Pilots, man your planes.
pilots and crewman: ( Chatter )

Galactica - War Room
Starbuck: How hard did they bite?
Adama: Boomer's report said 90+. They've launched most of their fighter force.

Galactica - Launch Tube
Launch Officer: Give them hell, sir. Firing...

Galactica - War Room
Gaeta: Our attack force is away.
Starbuck: I just hope that Lee can...
Adama: Lee isn't the problem. You should take a good look at yourself. I had to go through the same transition. When you're in the cockpit, you're in control. It's hard to give it up.
Starbuck: It would just be a lot easier if I was flying with them.
Adama: All you can do now is wait and hope you didn't make any mistakes.
Starbuck: I never wanted this kind of responsibility.
Adama: The Cylons never asked us what we wanted. Welcome to the big leagues.

Raptor - Space
Crashdown: Galactica, Crashdown, tally 50+ o­n an intercept course. Repeat, 50+ inbound.

Galactica - War Room
Baltar: What's that mean?
Starbuck: It means that a Cylon patrol spotted our attack force. The base sent out 50 more raiders, to intercept.
Baltar: 50 raiders? That means we're outnumbered now, 5:1?
Roslin: Weren't the decoys supposed to take care of that?
Adama: Cylons are too smart for that.
Starbuck: Frak.

Galactica - CIC
Dualla: Estimated time to strike intercept, two minutes.

Vipers - Space
Fireball: Fireball, multiple bandits, left, ten high. Range 40, weapons free, committing.
(Vipers and Raiders start dogfighting)
Hotdog: Hotdog, visual tally, press.
Fireball: Hotdog, break right!
Hotdog: Fireball, your six!
Fireball: ( Alarm beeping ) I'm hit, I'm hit! Can't eject!
Deadbolt: Deadbolt, Spinner, two bandits closing in, right five.
Fireball: No joy, no joy. Aaahh! (His Viper explodes)
Hotdog: Galactica, Hotdog. Heavily engaged, mission outcome doubtful.

Galactica - War Room
Baltar: This sounds fraking awful.
Starbuck: They're getting cut to pieces out there.
Spinner (on radio): Deadbolt, break vertical, now, now, now!
Deadbolt (on radio): Damn it, take the shot, get him off me...!
Adama: Mr. Gaeta, abort strike o­ne.

Galactica - CIC
Dualla: Strike o­ne, Galactica, return to base. Repeat, abort your mission and return to base.

Raptor - Space
Stubbs: Galactica, Stubbs. Cylon strike force is turning away from beacon and inbound to Galactica.

Galactica - War Room
Roslin: Cylons heard our transmission recall, didn't they?
Baltar: Does that mean the first wave of raiders is ignoring the decoys and is... is coming after us?
Adama: That's exactly what it means.
Baltar: So when are we going to launch the reserve vipers to defend Galactica?
Adama: There are no reserve vipers. Everything is o­n the board already. Now we play for all the marbles. Starbuck, it's your plan.
Starbuck: Mr. Gaeta, will you please tell "D" to get o­n the scrambler and inform Apollo "the back door is open"?
Gaeta: Aye, lieutenant. "D", please send a scrambler to Captain Apollo. Message reads, "the back door is open."

Galactica - CIC
Dualla: Apollo, Galactica, back door is open. Back door is open. Godspeed, Apollo.
(In Space, twelve Vipers emerge from under a cargo container, formerly attached to the Colonial Movers ship)

Galactica - War Room
Rolsin: Lt. Thrace, why didn't you tell me we had another attack force hidden in the freighters?
Starbuck: We, uh--
Adama: It was my decision. I routinely restrict tactical details to those who need to know. Old habits die hard.
Roslin: So you still might pull this off.
Adama: If Dr. Baltar's target information is correct.
Starbuck: And whether we get blown to pieces by those Cylon raiders heading toward us right now.
Adama: Speaking of which, I'm needed in C-I-C.

Vipers - Asteroid
Apollo: Initial point in five seconds. Flak suppression unit cleared hot. Okay, let's do this.

Galactica - War Room
Starbuck: Come o­n, Lee, it's all o­n you.

Vipers - Asteroid
Apollo: Incoming, incoming! Weapons free, by the numbers, people.
Racetrack: Target acquired, tone and lock, firing....
Kat: Tone and lock, firing....
(missiles zoom AWAY from their target)
Kat: What's got into these fraking missiles? (In UK version "frak" was replaced with "fuck")

Galactica - War Room
Starbuck: Come o­n!

Vipers - Asteroid
Racetrack: They're jamming the guidance systems.
Apollo: Strike-two, Apollo, then we get close enough that we don't need the guidance systems. We have to blow this thing manually.
Chuckles: Wilco, Apollo, rolling in.
Racetrack: Chuckles... chuckles!
Chuckles: Oh, frak...
Racetrack: chuckles bought it, he's going down-- ( screams )

Galactica - War Room
Kat (on radio): Now they've got our attack axis zeroed in. There's no way to fraking get close.
Starbuck: Frak... there's gotta be.
Apollo (on radio): We've gotta get out of this flak. Let's get down below the deck, down where the target is. I've got an idea. I'm gonna take a closer look.

Galactica - CIC
Dualla: Commander o­n deck!
Adama: As you were.
Tigh: First wave of Cylons will be o­n us in three minutes.
Adama: Notify the strike-one vipers that they can stop running and blast those bastards to hell.
Dualla: Yes, sir.

Vipers - Space
Deadbolt: Engaging Cylon fighters.
Hotdog: Target acquired, tone and lock.

Vipers - Asteroid
Apollo: Oh, no, don't do this, Lee... the conveyor tunnel's clear, I'm going through it.
Kat: You're out of your fraking mind, apollo.

Galactica - War Room
Starbuck: What's going o­n?
Gaeta: Captain Apollo's flying into the conveyor tunnel, hoping it'll lead him to the refinery.
Baltar: Has he goneraving mad? There's no way to ensure it does anything of the kind.

Vipers - Cylon Base Tunnel
Apollo: Come o­n, keep it together, Lee, keep it together, keep it-- (sees a sharp vertical turn in the tunnel) oh, lords. Okay, I'm through the tunnel. They can't get firing solution o­n me. There you are. (spots the target) Okay... I've got you, I've got you, I've got you, I've got you... (base explodes!) ( snickers in amazement ) Ahh, Galactica, Apollo. Mission... accomplished.

Galactica -War Room
( Loud cheers & applause )
Apollo (on radio): You can tell Dr. Baltar he was right o­n the money. It's o­ne hell of a fireworks show. And there's plenty of ore for us back in the canyon, o­nce this place is history.
Gaeta: Congratulations, Doctor, it worked!
Baltar: It did. It worked.
Roslin: Oh...!
Starbuck: Sorry, Madam President, I'm sorry.
Roslin: No need to apologize, Lieutenant. Thanks to you, we have enough fuel to last us a few years.

Galactica - CIC
Dualla: Commander, strike o­ne reports inbound Cylons are bugging out request permission to go after them, sir.
Adama: Tell our people to pursue and destroy.
Dualla: Affirmative. Strike o­ne... tear 'em up.

Galactica - Hangar
Starbuck: Apollo, you magnificent bastard, that was o­ne hell of a piece of flying and I couldn't have done it better myself.
Apollo: I'm sorry, I didn't hear you.
Starbuck: I said that I couldn't have done it better myself.
Apollo: Well, thank you.
Starbuck: Hmm. I had my doubts.
Apollo: So did I.
Starbuck: Mmm.
Apollo: I wasn't sure that crazy-ass plan of yours could even possibly work.
Starbuck: Mmm. You deserve this. (hands Apollo a cigar)
Ensign Davis: Crash! (runs over and hugs Crashdown)

Baltar's Daydream
#6: Have you read the Pythian prophecy, Gaius?
Baltar: Not since the sixth grade. I can't say ancient history is my favorite subject.
#6: You should have paid closer attention, hmm?
Baltar: To what?
#6: All of this has happened before. All of this will happen again.
Baltar: Everyone knows that verse. What are you getting at?
#6: Remember this o­ne? "Led by serpents numbering two and ten."
Baltar: The vipers... they're the serpents.
#6: There's a later verse, Gaius, you should read it. "Though the outcome favored the few, it led to a confrontation at the home of the gods."
Baltar: Are you telling me that god guided my finger to that target for some... arcane scriptural purpose?
#6: You are part of god's plan, gaius.
Baltar: So god wanted me to destroy the Cylon base.
#6: You did well. You gave yourself over to him.
Baltar: Yes, suppose I did. Yes, there's-- there's really no other logical explanation for it. I was--
#6: Am...
Baltar: I am an instrument of god.