Battlestar Galactica: Transcripts: S01E07: Six Degrees of Separation

Galactica – Baltar’s Lab
Baltar is looking through a microscope, hard at work on his Cylon detector.
Baltar: I don’t see the hand of God in here. Could I be looking in the wrong place? Let me see, proteins… yes. Hemoglobins… yes. Divine digits… uh, no. Sorry. I’m sure I can find evidence of his divine hand in some of these delightful little samples. After all, there are so fraking many I’m sure even I can be relied upon to find God in one of them.
#6: What is it that drives you to blasphemy, Gaius? A need to tempt fate?
Baltar: Boredom, actually. Indeed, every waking hour is spent in what some might say has become my own personal religion: “the church of the mystic Cylon detector”.
#6: Well… are you finished?
Cut to Baltar’s house in Caprica. #6 and Baltar arrange the bedsheets and then lie on the bed.
#6: If you would give yourself over to God’s will, you’d find peace in his love like I have.
Baltar: Can you help me with the zipper, I’m having a bit of trouble-
#6: He has a plan for us.
Baltar: How do you know it’s a “he”.
#6: There is only one true God.
Baltar: Really? You, uh, you running a glitch in the program or something? Because you say the same thing over and over again. Now, I’ve accepted your God and all that. Can’t we reboot the hard drive?
#6: He’s not my God, he is God.
Baltar: Yeah, your God, my God, everyone’s God- he’s big enough for all of us, isn’t he? Now, please, please, I mean… can’t we do something a little more… elevating?
#6: It’s important you form a personal relationship with God. only you can give yourself over to his eternal love.
Baltar: Oh, for God’s sake! I can’t take this any more!
#6: I’m trying to save your immortal soul, Gaius.
Baltar: No, what you are doing, darling, is boring me to death with your superstitious drivel, your- your metaphysical nonsense. Which, to be fair to you, actually appeals to the half-educated dullards that make up most of human society but which, I hasten to add, no rational, intelligent free-thinking human being truly believes. Which leads me to the inescapable conclusion that Cylons are, in the final- that Cylons are, in the final analysis, little more than toasters… with great-looking legs. (offended, #6 walks out of the room) It’s my fantasy, see if I care. I’ll dream up someone new, maybe. Brunette, maybe. (there’s a knocking on the door. Baltar is amazed at the fast response) Really? (opening the door) Maybe we can dispense with the foreplay, get right down to-
Back in Baltar’s Lab. In reality Baltar has opened the lab’s door… and Dualla is standing there.
Dualla: What did you say?
Baltar: That, um… that was nothing. I was just talking to myself. I talk to myself. Hang me.
Dualla: The commander would like to see you in the C.I.C., doctor.

Galactica – C.I.C.
Baltar enters. Adama, Tigh and an uncharacteristically decently dressed #6 are there.
Baltar: (to #6) Ah, there you are. Very nice. Blouse could open up a button or two-
#6/Godfrey: Excuse me?!
Baltar: Just a thought. You wanted to see me, Commander?
Adama: Miss Godfrey has brought some very disturbing accusations to my attention. I think you should have the chance to answer them in person.
Baltar: All right, thank you, and um… she is…? (looks around, pretending not to see #6/Godfrey)
Tigh: She’s standing right there.
Godfrey: I’m right here.
Baltar: Yeah, of course, you are.
Gaeta: Doctor… this is Miss Godfrey.
Baltar: (clears his throat, surprised) All of you can see her. You can all see her!
Tigh: She’s standing right next to you.
Adama: Something wrong?
Baltar: No, um…
“Litmus” flashback. #6 pins Baltar against a bulkhead by the throat.
#6: Don’t make me angry, Gaius.
“33” Flashback. At the Colonial one, #6 scares Baltar.
#6: I’d say you have a serious problem.
Miniseries Flashback. At Baltar’s house in Caprica, #6 and Baltar stand near the large window. They face each other and #6’s got her back to the window.
#6: Get down.
Baltar does, as the explosion blows away the window.
Back at C.I.C.
Baltar: Um, yes, maybe I, uh… you’ll have to forgive me, Miss Godfrey, I’m very pleased, if slightly puzzled, to make your acquaintance- (holds out his hand)
Godfrey: Don’t touch me, you traitor.
Baltar: Is she talking to me? Are you talking to me?
Godfrey: You’re the one who let the Cylons into the defense mainframe. You betrayed your entire race. You’re the man responsible for the holocaust and I’m here to see that you’re exposed and sentenced to death as the traitor you really are.
Adama: Doctor… Miss Godfrey has made some startling accusations.
Baltar: I’ve never seen this woman before in my life.
Godfrey: I’m not surprised you don’t remember me, I was just a lowly systems analyst at the defense ministry. Dr. Amarak was my associate.
Tigh: She says you sold out the human race. That you let the Cylons into our defense plans.
Godfrey: Doctor Amarak told me he had evidence that Dr. Baltar was involved in the sneak attack. He was trying to reach the president and give her that information when he was killed.
Baltar: He told you that, did he?
Godfrey: Yes, as a matter of fact.
Baltar: Well, it’s a pity he’s no longer with us. How convenient that we only have your word for that.
Godfrey: There’s also this. (holds out a disk to Adama)
Baltar: Yeah? What the frak’s that?
Godfrey: He gave me this, for safekeeping.
Adama: (examining the disk) It’s I.D. Coded. Colonial Defense Ministry.

Galactica – Computer Lab
The whole party has moved to a computer lab, where they’re watching the disk footage on a computer.
Godfrey: Dr. Amarak gave the disk to me before he died.
Baltar: What, as opposed to after he died?
Godfrey: Amarak gave the disk to me for safekeeping. on the disk is a photo. It was captured from the security camera in the defense mainframe on Caprica. It shows the doctor entering the mainframe without permission the day before the attack.
Baltar: Nothing criminal about that.
Godfrey: As you can see, the man in the photo is carrying an explosive device.
Baltar: Sorry, he’s what? He’s… I definitely never did that.
Godfrey: Just before the Cylon attack, the entire defense mainframe was destroyed by this device.
Baltar: Honestly, that is not me. I wasn’t there, it’s somebody else. Look, it’s not me, I’m not the man in the photograph!
But the man’s face can’t be seen, the video only shows his back.
Adama: I see a man, same height, same build but that’s a long way from proof, Miss Godfrey.
Baltar: Thank you, Commander. Now, if we’re quite done with this charade, I’m a very busy-
Godfrey: I agree, Commander, but look here. (puts on a pair of ugly clashing glasses) In the faceplate of the computer terminal there’s a reflection of the man’s face.
Tigh: I can’t tell anything from that.
Baltar: Thank you, Colonel Tigh.
Godfrey: With the right equipment the image could be enlarged and sharpened. We could see his face.
Gaeta: Um, enlarging the image is no problem but, uh, sharpening it…
Baltar: Take forever.
Gaeta: It would take at least a day, sir.
Adama: Mr. Gaeta, let me know as soon as you have an image.
Gaeta: Yes, sir.
Adama: I’m gonna suspend all work on the Cylon detector.
Baltar: What?
Adama: As well as your security privileges.

Galactica – Hangars
Cally sits outside the Cylon Raider while Tyrol pokes inside it.
Cally: Starbuck’s notes on the Cylon Raider are a mess. (reading the notes) She said the engine power-up sequence began by squeezing something that looks like a red ligament with blue veins on the right side coming out of a sack of gooey fluid, shaped like a dog.
Tyrol: Are you kidding me? This whole thing is a bunch of veins and ligaments and sacks of goo.
Cally: (continues reading) “Squeeze the ligament with your hand while you slide your weight on your left hip, into the lymphatic sack.
Tyrol: Well, that’s just stupid!
Tight approaches.
Cally: Oh… afternoon, sir.
Tigh: Specialist. (re: the Raider) Chief’s inside?
Cally: Yeah.
Tigh: Chief?
Tyrol: Ow, Gods- yes, sir?
Tigh: How’s it coming in there?
Tyrol: (lying through his teeth) Uh… I’m getting there, sir. Haven’t quite figured out all the tricks but I’m getting there.

Galactica – Sick Bay
Starbuck gets back on her feet and tries to walk with the help of crutches.
Apollo: Come on, Starbuck, you can do it. Ahh, that smarts. Yeah, that smarts, but I don’t care.
Starbuck: You don’t care.
Apollo: I don’t care, because your pain is my entertainment. Your crutches of death, sir. Use them wisely.
Starbuck: Shut up.
Cottle: It’s gonna hurt like hell but it’s supposed to.
Starbuck: Thanks, doc.
Apollo: (sports reporter’s tone) No pain, no gain. No cliché left unturned as Kara Thrace returns to the world of the walking, can she do it, or will she fall on her ass?
Starbuck: I swear to the Gods, I’m gonna beat the crap out of both of you as soon as I get better… (throwing the crutches, going back to her bed) No, I can’t.
Apollo: Yes, you can, you did it.
Starbuck: I can’t, I can’t… I can’t.
Cottle: You’re not gonna get better lying on your back.
Starbuck: Oh, frak off.
Apollo: Just take a break for five minutes, we’ll try again.
Starbuck: I don’t want to do it again, I want a pill, now, please.
Cottle: Sorry, we’re weaning you off the magic pills, starting today. And besides, I need ’em for myself.
Starbuck: You son of a bitch.

Galactica – Hallway / Colonial one – Presidential Area
Baltar and Roslin talk on comms.
Roslin: I am finding this whole thing hard to fathom, doctor.
Baltar: Oh, thank you, Madam President. I can’t tell you how much that means to me. Um, look, I was wondering, is there any chance that, uh, while this investigation is going on, I could come back to the Colonial one because I’ve, uh, I’ve left some of my things there.
Roslin: No, I’m sorry, Doctor. You have been put on a no-fly list. Security.
Baltar: Madam President, I need to get off Galactica, I need to get away from this Shelly Godfrey woman in particular, she’s got it in for me.
Baltar’s house in Caprica. Baltar’s looking for #6.
Baltar: Where are you?
Back to reality.
Baltar: (whispering) Madam President, I have reason to believe… that she may be… (Roslin collapses on her desk) a Cylon. Madam President?
Billy: (enters) Madam President?
Baltar: Hello… hello?
Billy: (to someone in the staff) Get on the wireless, get Doc Cottle over here now, the President’s collapsed.
Baltar: Madam President? Hello?

Colonial one – Presidential Area
Billy faces the press.
Playa: Billy, is she alive?
Billy: Yes, the President is alive. I told you, she’s conscious, she is resting-
The reporters all yell questions.
Billy: She’s receiving treatment.
Reporter: What kind of treatment?
Billy: Asked and answered. We don’t know, we think it’s the stomach ‘flu-

Colonial one – Roslin’s Quarters
Cottle: (holding a vial of pills) How many of these did you take, young lady? one…? Two…? (she nods) Two. (off her look) Three. Three times the dosage. Must work three times as fast, then, right? Everybody wants to be their own doctor. You are lucky that you didn’t lapse into a coma. You can’t cure cancer by overdose.
Billy: (enters) Story’s all over the fleet, I am so sorry.
Roslin: It’s okay.
Billy: It seemed like an emergency, I wasn’t even thinking that anyone might be picking up the transmission.
Roslin: We’re all new at this, it’s okay. Thing to do now is get me on my feet and in front of the press before the end of the day.
Cottle: I could give you a shot, but you wouldn’t like the side effects.
Roslin: Just… do it.
Cottle: (getting his hypodermic) You know, a time is going to come when you are not going to be able to hide what you’re going through. (she raises her sleeve) It’s not that kind of a shot. (she doesn’t look too happy…)

Galactica – Adama’s Quarters
Ms. Godfrey brings Adama a drink. They both sit.
Adama: Thank you. Baltar’s correct… about the convenience of it all. Amarak just happens to bring you the key piece of evidence just before he dies…
Godfrey: Something was going on. He was almost paranoid. Kept saying that the Olympic Carrier had been infiltrated by the Cylons. He wanted me to take some things off the ship for safekeeping.
Adama: Why did he give it to you?
Godfrey: We were friends. Friends. (tearing up) I loved him. I loved him very much. There are times when I just feel so alone now. (getting close to Adama) Times when I just want so much to be held again. You understand that, don’t you?
Adama: Of course.
Godfrey: There must be times when… (almost toching lips now) when you feel alone. When the thought of another body next to yours seems like something out of a dream. (places a soft kiss on his lips)

Galactica – Hallway
Adama talks on comms with C.I.C., out of Godfrey’s earshot.
Adama: Do not, under any circumstances allow Shelly Godfrey to leave this ship. Put her under surveillance, discreetly. I want to know everybody she’s talked to and everywhere she’s been.

Cylon- occupied Caprica – Woods
Caprica Boomer and Helo run through the woods escaping from two pursuing Cylons.
Caprica Boomer: (trips and falls) Ugh…
Helo: (helping her up) Come on, come on. Sharon, get up, come on. (they continue fleeing)

Galactica – Unisex Bathroom
Gaeta enters and goes into a stool, the first one. Baltar enters a moment later, almost bumping into an officer on his way out.
Officer: Excuse me. (leaves)
Baltar looks through the openings beneath the stools’ doors… only one stool is occupied. Baltar enters the second stool.
Baltar: Lieutenant… is that you?
Gaeta: (uncomfortable, shifting his feet) Doctor?
Baltar: Well, isn’t this a coincidence? So, um, how you doing?
Gaeta: Um, I’m-
Baltar: You’re busy, I know and I don’t want to distract you. Please, don’t let me interrupt you.
Gaeta whistles the theme to Galactica TOS.
Baltar: You still there?
Gaeta: Yup.
Baltar: Look, I know this is not a good time but it occurs to me that I never really told you how invaluable your assistance has been to me over past few weeks.
Gaeta: Thank you, Doctor, uh, you have no idea how much that means to me.
Baltar: Not at all… not at all. So, how’s it going over there?
Gaeta: Uh…
Baltar: In the lab, that is. I’m talking about the photograph.
Gaeta: Right, right. It’s um… coming along quite quickly, actually. A few more hours to go, yeah.
Baltar: Has it ever occurred to you that the photograph, the disk itself, could be a fake?
Gaeta: I’ve already authenticated the disk.
Baltar: You have and obviously you’re quite good, but there are many ways around security. Now, listen, if I could join you in the lab, for just… for just two minutes of your time, I could show you-
Gaeta: I really don’t think that that’s possible.
Baltar: Gaeta, listen to me, nobody would need to know, it would just be you and me. Just you and me. I know… for God’s sake, Gaeta, my life is on the line. My reputation is at stake.
Gaeta: Yeah, so is mine, Doctor, I really-
Baltar: Shh, shhh… someone’s coming, someone’s coming. (a door closes and a toilet flushes) Where- (leaves the stool, Gaeta has left his and is leaving the bathroom too, still trying to tuck his shirt into his pants) where you going? You forgot to wash your hands!
Baltar looks again under the last stool and suddenly pushes it’s door open.
Godfrey: What the hell do you-?
Baltar: I want answers and I want them now, and I am not interested in playing any more of your stupid games.
Godfrey: Have you lost your mind?
Baltar: I don’t know, that’s an interesting question, one I pose to myself on a regular basis. Now, tell me: who’s really in the photograph?
Godfrey: You are!
Baltar: I didn’t plant any bomb, anywhere, at any time and you know that.
Godfrey: I don’t know anything of the sort. Now, if you’ll excuse me. (tries to close the door but Baltar holds it)
Baltar: All right, let’s entertain the notion, just for a moment, that you are not the woman that I see everywhere. You are not Shelly Godfrey, either. You’re a fake, you’re just a copy. Another Cylon copy.
Godfrey: Get… out. (closes the stall door)
Baltar: (from outside the stall) Struck a nerve, have I? Which I find rather impossible to believe! You think this is over? This is not over! You have not heard the last! No more Mr. Nice Gaius!
And that’s when a pilot walks in to find him shouting at a locked bathroom stall.

Galactica – Hangars
Tyrol is still wrestling with the Cylon Raider.
Tyrol: (mumbling) Unbelievable… frak it!
Boomer: (approaches) Ahem… uh, not a good time?
Tyrol: No, it’s fine.
Boomer: Guess you’re having problems?
Tyrol: I just- I can’t get this thing to work. I’ve been over it and over it and over it and over and… nothing! I have no idea how Starbuck got this thing to move, much less fly.
Boomer: (stroking it seductively) It’s not really a thing, you know? It’s probably a Cylon itself. More of an animal, maybe, than the human models. Maybe they genetically design it to perform a task. To be a fighter. You can’t treat it like a thing and expect it to respond. You have to treat it like… a pet. But… at least, that’s my guess.
Tyrol: (a little creeped out. Starts to really think that something is up with her) Your guess?
Boomer: (very defensive) Yeah, that’s right, my guess. There something else you wanna say?
Tyrol: No. (she walks away) Lieutenant…

Galactica – Sick Bay
Tigh enters. Starbuck’s on her bed.
Tigh: I heard you were supposed to be up on your feet by now.
Starbuck: You heard wrong.
Tigh: Well, I figured you wouldn’t bounce back so fast.
Starbuck: Is there something you wanted, or did you just drop by to torment me, sir?
Tigh: (looking at her chart) Nah, the Chief wanted me to kick your ass out of bed so you could help figure out that Raider of yours but, clearly, you still need the rest. So take your time, no rush.
Starbuck: Do you actually think that reverse psychology crap is gonna work on me?
Tigh: I really don’t care what you think, Lieutenant. All I know is that every day you spend in that bed is another day that I have my opinion of you confirmed. As you were. (leaves)
Starbuck looks pissed.

Galactica – Adama’s Quarters
Baltar: And I am convinced, in fact, that she is a Cylon agent. In my opinion, she should be locked up before she can do any more damage.
Baltar’s house in Caprica. Baltar keeps looking around for #6.
Baltar: Where are you? You’re having a little fun, eh? Are you enjoying messing around with my life?
Back to reality.
Adama: Do you have any evidence to support this charge?
Baltar: Work on the Cylon detector is nearly complete. With a few tweaks here and there, I’ll have a test regime up and running. All I need is a tissue sample from this woman for analysis.
Baltar’s house in Caprica. Baltar searches on…
Baltar: I thought we had something. Something… special.
Back to reality.
Adama: I can’t allow you access to your equipment.
Baltar: All right. But, under instruction, I could show Lt. Gaeta how to prepare the samples. It’s not difficult.
Adama: Let me be frank with you, doctor: if your picture’s on that photograph, every piece of equipment in your laboratory will be dismantled and quarantined and every person that you’ve met will be questioned and investigated.
Baltar’s house in Caprica. Baltar talks to the unseen #6.
Baltar: I love you. There, I’ve said it. Isn’t that what you’ve been dying to hear? Well, I am willing to make that commitment to you right now.
Back to reality.
Baltar: The President believes I’m innocent.
Adama: The President hopes you’re innocent. And so do I. Because if you’re not, then you’ve made fools of both of us. And I don’t like to be made a fool of.
Baltar: And I don’t like to be accused of participating in the genocide of the human race, based solely on the word of a woman whom, I have already indicated to you, may well be a Cylon agent.
Baltar’s house in Caprica. Baltar now pleads with #6.
Baltar: I’m willing to do anything, anything at all. only, I need your help.
Back to reality.
Baltar: I did not conspire with the Cylons. I am an innocent man, who is being convicted in the court of public opinion without trial.

Galactica – Hallway
Near the computer lab, Baltar pulls the fire alarm.

Galactica – C.I.C.
Dualla: Fire. All hands report to damage control stations. Fire-
Guard: Got a fire, let’s go!

Galactica – Computer Lab
Gaeta is forced to leave the lab and report to his station, and the guards to report elsewhere. Baltar seizes the opportunity he’s created to slip into the lab… and finds his image on the screen.
Baltar: Frak…

Galactica – C.I.C.
Dualla: No fires reported anywhere on the ship, Commander.
Adama: Exact location of the alarm?
Dualla: D-wing corridor where it intersects c-wing.
Adama: That’s the lab.

Galactica – Computer Lab
Baltar is freaking out. He tries to remove the image from the screen by typing in some commands, then typing randomly on the keyboard.
Baltar: Erase, erase, erase…
It doesn’t work, so he tries to break the computer terminal with a small hammer. When that obviously fails, he reaches behind the computer and starts yanking wires.
Baltar: Yes… yes.
He thinks he’s got it… but the image is still there. He whimpers. And finally, in a crazed frenzy, he lifts a chair and gets ready to toss it at the monitor. This is when Adama walks in.
Adama: (re: the chair frozen in the air) Put it down! Put it down. (Baltar obeys. To the guards) All right, move in. Take him to the brig.
Guard: Yes, Commander.
Baltar starts scooting in front of the monitor in a desperate attempt to hide his image…
Baltar: I would- I would like to speak to my attorney. Can’t I speak to my attorney? I need some representation here-
…but that doesn’t work either. Adama walks over to the terminal and inspects the image for himself.
Baltar: It’s not what it looks like… she’s got it in for me, that Shelly Godfrey!
He’s taken away.

Galactica – Hangars
Starbuck approaches on crutches.
Apollo: Hey.
Starbuck: Shut up… all of you. Not one single word from any of you, okay? What seems to be the problem?
Tyrol: Well, your new boyfriend’s a bit of a jerk, sir.
Starbuck: It’s a girl.
Tyrol: Well, if you don’t mind her goo on your face, she’s all yours, sir.
Starbuck: Okay…
Tyrol: She likes the warm light.
Starbuck: Makes the touch easier, right? Maybe… okay. Mmm… this is stupid, this is stupid… this is stupid!
Tyrol: It’s worth a try, sir. And it did fly for you once. Hasn’t made so much as a grunt since. Maybe… uh, take her for a ride.
Starbuck: Ride it?
Tyrol: Treat it like a horse.
Starbuck: Okay… a horse, a horse, a horse. (climbs inside) Why not a goat? I mean, that’s good, right? Think of it as a goat. Okay, whatever… (fiddles with the insides) Come on, boy, giddyup. Come on, come on. Okay, come on- (kicks the ignition and the engine starts revving and the Raider lifts off a little) Oh, oh, okay, you’re kidding. Chief… Chief!
Tyrol: Don’t shoot anything.

Galactica – Brig
Baltar’s finally behind bars. Roslin approaches the cell and sits on a stool outside.
Roslin: Doctor.
Baltar: Madam President.
Roslin: I’m so sorry.
Baltar: Thank you. You are here to free me, right? To bring this travesty to a close, because… you know I’m innocent.
Roslin: Just tell me, so I understand. Because I want to understand why. Why you did it.
Baltar: I didn’t do it. It wasn’t me. I’m being framed!
Roslin: Why would she do that?
Baltar: Because she’s a Cylon.
Roslin: She’s a Cylon.
Baltar: You are going to have to believe me.
Roslin: I wanna believe you. I wanna believe that I haven’t made such a profound error in judgment in trusting you, in asking your advice. But here’s where we are, doctor. If anyone can be a Cylon and it’s hard to tell us apart, then we only have one thing left to trust: our instincts, our feelings. And the moment they told me it was your face in the photo, I knew I believed it. I believe you were involved in the attack… somehow. I feel it.
Baltar: (sternly) You’ll forgive me, madam President, if I don’t wish to be executed based solely on your gut feeling.
Roslin: May the Gods have mercy on your soul. (stands and leaves)

Cylon-occupied Caprica – Woods
Helo and Caprica Boomer are getting ready to go to sleep. But first Helo has to flip a coin.
Helo: Call it.
Caprica Boomer: Heads.
Helo: (probably fixing the result) Heads, you win. You sleep, I watch.
Caprica Boomer: No, you’re the one who needs sleep.
Helo: I couldn’t sleep if I had to listen to Tyrol read the flight manual.
Caprica Boomer: Okay.
Helo: Truth is, if something happened to you I wouldn’t know how to deal with it.
Caprica Boomer: I feel the same way.
Helo: Back on the ship, I, uh… look, I knew what was going on. I mean, between you and the Chief.
Caprica Boomer: I think everybody did.
Helo: And I respected it, your feelings, his, but… I would have given anything to be him. Hey, I’m not trying to put you on the spot, here. I don’t wanna step into what you two have. You feel the way you feel and I have to respect that-
But Caprica Boomer has had it, and she plants a big wet one on him. Soon they start making wild crazy animal sex, during a thunder storm.
Caprica Boomer and Helo: (moaning) Ohhh! Meanwhile, in the Galactica…

Galactica – Pilot’s Lockers
…Boomer finds a yellow graffitti inside her locker. It reads “Cylon.”
Boomer: (freaking) It’s not true…

Galactica – Brig
With nothing left to lose, Baltar gets down on his knees.
Baltar: (awkwardly) I know we haven’t spoken before, and I don’t wish to offend. Please… please, dear God. And I now acknowledge that you are the one true God. Deliver me from this evil and I will… I will devote the rest of what is left of my wretched life to doing good, and… uh… to carrying out your divine will, is what I want to do. To carrying out your divine will. I don’t know what to do. Grant me grace, grant me forgiveness. (breaks up in tears)
#6: (holds him) Shhh… shhh… I’m here now, I’m here. All will be well. It will be as God wants it to be. Shhh…
Gaeta: (entering the brig, to a guard) Open the door.
Baltar: Wait… I haven’t even had a trial yet. No, no, wait, it’s a lie, it’s a lie!
Gaeta: Doctor, it’s all right.
Baltar: It’s a lie!
Gaeta: The photograph was a fake.
Baltar: What?
Gaeta: It was almost seamless but, your face, the man, the reflection… it was all a fake.
Baltar: (pulling himself together) Well, of course it was a fake. I’d never wear a shirt like that. How did you, uh…?
Gaeta: I went back, I re-ran all the security checks. This time I found markers which, uh, pointed to photo manipulation. They weren’t apparent until the photo was fully resolved.
Baltar: You re-ran the security checks. Thank you. Thank you. (hugs him)
Gaeta: I just knew that you could never have anything to do with that attack. I mean, you’re not that kind of man. (Baltar starts walking out) Uh, it was really nothing, you know, doctor. once the photos were fully resolved, it was almost too easy, like she wanted to be found out.

Galactica – C.I.C.
Adama: How did she get off of the ship?!
Tigh: Got me, there’s been no ships coming or going-
Adama: I gave you an order.
Tigh: I had two marines tailing her, they say they went around a corner and she was gone.
Dualla: Every ship in the fleet has reported in, sir, there’s no sign of her.
Adama: That’s unacceptable. She was here, she was right here! This woman existed, she didn’t just vanish. Have them check again.
Dualla: Every ship?
Adama: Every ship, including this one. (picks up her pair of ugly glasses off the work station they were using at the beginning) She didn’t just vanish!

Galactica – Conference Room
Roslin is holding a press conference with Baltar right at her side.
Roslin: …that he had been a victim of treachery and deceit. Clearly, the Cylons wanted to discredit Dr. Baltar because of his work on the Cylon detector. Dr. Baltar, it gives me great pleasure to exonerate you publicly and to recognize you once again among us, as a scientist, a leader and a friend.
The reporters in the room erupt in applause. Baltar glows.

Baltar’s house in Caprica.
#6: You’re a hero. You’re even more popular and powerful than ever before. You’ve had your trial by fire, so now they truly believe in you. Hard for anyone to accuse you of treason again.
Baltar: Was that the plan all along? Build me up in the public mind by first tearing me down? (she doesn’t answer and instead entices him to come up to the bedroom with her) Right. Who am I to question the plans of almighty God? (walks up the stairs after her) Uh, just one small, practical question: Shelly, Shelly Godfrey… was there ever a woman really called Shelly Godfrey? Did she ever actually exist, was she ever really here? (again no answer, but this time she drops her dress, turns around and gives him a look, and then walks into the bedroom) God’s will be done! (runs up the stairs)

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