Battlestar Galactica: The Plan

The Cylons were created by man.

They rebelled.

They evolved.

They look and feel human.

Some are programmed to think they are human.

There are many copies.

And they have a plan.

I was doing fine here. Thanks for exposing me.

You weren't doing fine, thank goodness.

If you'd wiped out this fleet,

you'd have made us even more irredeemable

in the eyes of our parents.

No, I'd have proved us to be superior.

No, no, see, I've figured out what went wrong.

Well, that's a very useful revelation to have

when you're standing in front of an airlock.

Nonetheless... Our failure is obvious.

We had our foot on the throat of humanity and we failed to step down hard enough.

That was our error.

Have you learned nothing in all this time in this fleet?

Because I learned a great deal among the rebels on Caprica.

Every killing of a human being was a grievous error.

Do you want to know why?

I really don't.

Are you certain? Because it's fascinating.

Listen, Brother, if you're right,

that means this whole project was doomed from the beginning.

Yes. From the very top.

Dad.

Mom.

Dad. Mom. Dad.

Our parents will be back with us soon.

Of course, skin and veins and bones,

they won't survive the death of the Colonies.

Life among humans will have humbled them.

When they resurrect, they'll return

with apologies tumbling from their lips like jewels.

Yes. Be prepared for some very sticky hugs.

You know, I've got a yen to experience a nuclear holocaust in person.

Perhaps with our dear mother here,

I'll slide in another tub, and we can download side-by-side,

after the bombs hit on Picon.

Well, indulge yourself if you want.

But I'll be on Caprica, making final arrangements with our contact.

So if you're going to go, go soon.

It may interest you to know that the final results of the CNP project

are working close to 95% efficiency throughout the Fleet.

Hold your applause, please.

No applause for me?

I doubt you would've ever completed the project without me.

Yes. Well, you helped a bit.

I rewrote half your algorithms.

All right, you were extremely helpful,

but let's not forget, you got something out of it.

All that poking around inside the defense mainframe.

It should give you a huge advantage bidding for the contract next year.

You know that's not really why I did it.

No. You did it 'cause you love me.

I have to go. I'm meeting someone.

Right.

Really? Who is he? I'm insanely jealous.

I doubt that.

So touchy today.

Well, as a matter of fact, I'm meeting someone, too. Business.

A new project at Defense I might do, so...

You'll call me later, right?

It's about time. I wondered when you'd get here.

Are you clear on the timing?

0700 tomorrow, Caprica City time.

I recommend you leave this body behind.

The alternative won't make for a very pleasant memory.

Oh, and I hear that poison is really not that bad.

You really like those olives, don't you?

Maybe. Maybe I just like how I look reaching for them.

Ellen Tigh.

Bartender, let's have another one for the lady.

Thank you. You're welcome.

So, you don't have a name?

I am a mysterious stranger.

Ooh!

Seized by God, they cry for succor in the dark of the light.

Mists of dreams dribble on the nascent echo and love no more.

Jump.

And why are you here, Ellen?

I mean, you're so obviously intended for greater things.

Are you a priest?

Would it matter?

You're up.

Counting down. All functions nominal.

All functions optimal. Counting down.

The center holds. The falcon hears the falconer.

Infrastructure, check. Wetware, check. Everyone hang on to the life bar, please.

Help?

Anybody wanna save the lady?

I'll save you, baby.

Apotheosis was the beginning before the beginning.

Devices on alert. Observe the procedures of a general alert.

The base and the pinnacle.

The flower inside the fruit that is both its parent and its child.

Decadent as ancestors. The portal and that which passes.

No. No, don't sweat it. I'll make the flight.

You gonna have enough time?

Yes. They run Delphi to C City every hour now.

Nuclear devices activated,

and the machine keeps pushing time through the cogs,

like paste into strings into paste again,

and only the machine keeps using time to make time to make time.

And when the machine stops, time was an illusion that we created.

Free will, 12 battles, three stars, and yet we are countless

as the bodies in which we dwell, are both parent and infinite children

in perfect copies. No degradation.

Oh, now, now, don't tense up, Mysterious.

I'm just saying there's no point in judging anybody.

No one changes who they really are.

If no one is corrected, then no one learns their lessons.

Well, I've lived in this world a long time,

and I'm proud to say that I haven't learned any godsdamn lessons.

The makers of the makers fall before the child.

Accessing defense system. Handshake, handshake.

Second level clear. It's begun.

Caprica Control, Yashuman.

Heavy bogeys, six plus, lower orbit, over grid 15-2.

No joy, Yashuman.

Then go to your window and look up. They're big as frakking asteroids.

Copy, Yashuman. Still blind.

Got some kind of system-wide crash in the defense grid.

Try to unfrak yourself right godsdamned now,

'cause we got multiple inbound, and they're not carrying flowers.

Wait one, Yashuman.

We don't have one left.

Accepting scan. Love outlasts death.

I'm going hot.

Blue leader, do you read me? Blue leader, come back.

I got no radio contact.

I'm down, too.

It's like somebody pulled the plug. We're adrift.

Their ships fail. Skittering like...

It's been a long time coming.

Is meaningless in the absence of time. What never was is never again.

I bet they don't understand what we're doing for them.

I think they're grateful in their own way.

I know I'd be.

Nice. That is beautiful.

Yeah. What you gonna do now, Sam?

Shoot till I can't, Coach.

If you let someone change you or make you apologize,

then you're selling yourself out, you know.

Oh, and remember to get Jeremy

to check the numbers on mayoral staff downtime.

Start it up.

Coach!

You gotta be kidding me!

If we find a project whose cost is...

You win, Coach. I'm going down.

This has happened before.

Look.

Here we go. Move.

Progress reports arriving. The farms of Aerilon are burning.

The beaches of Canceron are burning.

The plains of Leonis are burning.

The jungles of Scorpia are burning.

The pastures of Tauron are burning.

The harbors of Picon are burning.

The cities of Caprica are burning.

The oceans of Aquaria are burning.

The courthouses of Libran are burning.

The forests of Virgon are burning.

The Colonies of Man lie trampled at our feet.

What have we got? Shipping accident?

Combat? Understood.

Condition one is set. All decks report ready for action, sir.

This is a joke. The Fleet's playing a joke on you.

It's a prank. Come on.

I don't think so.

We just felt another blast here.

If anyone can still hear me, are we on?

I'm gonna keep broadcasting as long as I can.

It keeps getting closer...

(CRYING) Oh, Gods, is this really happening?

I got family in the city. I gotta go find them.

Are you frakking nuts? The city's gone. I don't care.

No, it's not safe! SAM: Nobody's going anywhere!

We don't know enough, okay?

We can't lose our frakking heads, all right?

We gotta find some place we can get a perspective on this thing.

If we go anywhere, we go together, and we go when it's safe,

is that understood?

This has happened before. Oh, Gods, am I gonna die?

No. No, your suffering isn't over yet.

Not when you've got so much left to learn.