Send a message that the gloves are coming off.Ĭavil 2: The insurgency stops now, or else we start reducing the human population to a more manageable size. We round up at random groups off the street, and we execute them - publicly. We round up the leaders of the insurgency, and we execute them - publicly. If we’d killed him at the beginning, it might have worked.ĭoral 2: But now, most humans think of him as a traitor, and would actually cheer his death.Ĭavil 1: Fine, fine. (To Three.) Anyone who wants to challenge that will have to deal with me.ĭoral 1: Well, it doesn’t matter.
Let’s, uh, let’s execute Baltar.Ĭavil 1: Just because he’s your favorite toy shouldn’t be allowed to interfere with the larger issues here.Ĭaprica Six: Gaius is with me. So perhaps it’s time to instill a little more fear into the people’s hearts and minds. If we’re bringing the word of God, then it follows that we should employ any means necessary to do so, any means.Ĭavil 1: Yes, fear is a key article of faith, as I understand it. As God wants us to live.Ĭavil 2: And it’s been a fun ride so far. The colonial government under president Gaius Baltar functions in name only.Ĭavil 1: Let’s review why we’re here, shall we? We’re supposed to bring the word of “God” to the people, right?Ĭavil 2: Save humanity from damnation by bringing the love of “God” to these poor, benighted people.Ĭaprica Six: We’re here because a majority of the Cylon felt that the slaughter of mankind had been a mistake.īoomer: We’re here to find a new way to live in peace. The Cylon occupation authority continues to exert complete control over the city, and we remain at their mercy. They resurrect themselves, and they continue to walk among us. It is simply not enough to kill Cylons, because they don’t die. But in order for the insurgency to have a more meaningful impact we need to strike a high profile target. Although at times these attacks seem like futile gestures, I believe that they are critical to morale, to maintaining some measure of hope. Our insurgency has been striking back against the Cylons whenever and wherever possible. But I refuse to believe that Adama has abandoned us. We’ve had no contact with Galactica since it left four months ago. Somehow it seems appropriate to honor the God of war on a day when it feels like perpetual war is the only realistic prospect for us. Voiceover: 134th day of the Cylon occupation of New Caprica. Roslin’s tent, where she writes in her diary. (She wipes her bloody hand on the carpet and returns to her meal.) Leoben: Gah! Ahh! Uhh! I’ll see you soon…Kara. (Starbuck stabs him in the neck with two knitting needles, pushes him to the floor, and stabs him in the chest.) (Comes back to the table, caresses her face.) (The bomb explodes, taking out a Heavy Raider and a Six and Eight.) Come on, come on! Is that thing gonna work or what? (Chief detonates the bomb several times, nothing happens.)Īnders: Oh, for frak’s sakes. I’m not gonna hold this door open forever.Įllen: Saul! Ohh! Oh, Gods. But if you’re lucky, you’ll get home by dinner time. Tigh looks at the open door, then jerks away when Cavil reappears.)Ĭavil: Come on. He stands and drags the chair to the door. And I must say there was great disappointment on the review committee. And, uh… When do I get what I want?Ĭavil: I believe that’s happening right now.Ĭavil, tapping hands on his chair: We reviewed your case today. (Ellen climbs off him and begins to dress.)Įllen: I’m so glad. Come on! Come on! You son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!
Leoben: Heavenly father, we thank you for the bounty of this table…Įllen: Yes. Leoben, bringing in dinner: Potatoes, gravy. Admiral Adama tries to work out the rescue with the war table models.)Ĭavil: Do you know that every time they take you out of this cell, we come in here and we change those little hash marks on your little calendar there you’re trying to hide.
(Lots of hands: Tigh is huddled in a detention cell, scratching out calendar marks with his thumbnail.