As a favor for millari , and anyone else who might benefit from it, here is a transcript of part two of the new BSG webisodes. (Or Gaetasodes, as she calls them.)
There are a couple of points at which I am not certain that I have transcribed the dialogue correctly, and I have underlined the text at that point to signal my uncertainty. If I simply couldn't understand what was said well enough even to hazard a guess, I simply put [inaudible] and moved on.
Shark: Any ship, Raptor 718, please respond—Any ship respond.
Shark: Any ship, Raptor 781, please respond. Any ship respond.
ECO: I entered the coordinates right.
Gaeta: [adjusting prosthetic leg] Oh, godsdamn end cap.
Brooks: Jump us back. They’ll leave a raptor behind for a little while, right?
Pilot Eight: No, that depends, if they don’t want to give away our location.
Brooks: That true?
Girly Eight: Cavil’s base ships could be out there anywhere.
Pilot Eight: Exactly.
Gaeta: They know we didn’t make it. They’d leave somebody.
Pilot Eight [off camera]: Maybe.
ECO: Jump drive’s not responding.
Gaeta: What? What the frak?
Pilot Eight: Why not?
Shark: Gimme a sec.
[Brooks pulls out an amulet of Poseidon and begins mumbling a prayer.]
Pilot Eight: A Poseidon medal? Hey, we’re a long way from water.
Brooks: It’s a ship, isn’t it?
Shark: I know why the drive’s not responding. We’ve jumped over the red line.
Gaeta: So now we can’t even jump back to where we started? [Sighs heavily and shifts to jump console.] Our calculations just got non-linear.
Pilot Eight: I knew I didn’t recognize these star patterns.
Brooks: You can recognize star patterns with the naked eye?
ECO: They’d never send us so far. I must have frakked up the coordinates.
Gaeta: Or you didn’t. If a high-energy charged subatomic particle hit us, it could have randomly flipped one bit of data in our jump coordinates. It got entered correctly, but corrupted.
Brooks: So, something flips from one to zero, sends us to the bucket end of no place.
ECO: So, we don’t know where the fleet is, and if we did, we couldn’t go there.
Pilot Eight: You know what? Cavil’s enemy base ships could be out there anywhere.
Brooks: (talking over Pilot Eight) What do we do? We can’t just sit here.
Shark: Quiet! Let me think. The calculations are non-linear. They aren’t impossible.
ECO: But we don’t know where we are. Godsdamnit, there is still a chance I frakked it up.
Girly Eight (softly to Gaeta): Don’t you recognize me, Felix?
[He stares at her.]
Shark: [off camera, background] Wait a minute, what he’s saying makes sense. There’s a star cluster [inaudible]. I’ve heard of this. It’s called a single event upset.
Girly Eight: It’s me.
[Scene Break: establishing shot of fleet, then switch to Galactica Interior]
Tigh: Pull yourself together, Lieutenant. They know where the fleet is.
Hoshi: That’s my point, sir. It was a false alarm. Everyone has jumped back. Over two days—they’re not here. Just give me a raptor and a pilot.
Tigh: What would you do with that? Jump randomly?
Hoshi: Sir, there is something in the Universe, something let us find Earth, dead as it is. And I know, I know I can find Felix.
Hoshi: Me and Felix…
[Tigh’s expression changes as comprehension dawns.]
Hoshi: and there’s been too much loss already
Tigh: I’ll have to run it by the Old Man.
Hoshi: Thank you, sir. Thank you.
[Cut back to raptor, adrift in space. Then, interior shot.]
Shark: Enough food and water for two weeks if we aren’t fussy about waste recycling, so our limiting factor is air. Twenty hours left…
[off camera] Of course, shuttle detail, we get the raptor with the clapped out CO2 scrubbers. Frak you very much.
[on camera, turning to address the others] Every breath counts now, folks. We gotta limit exertions, sleep as much as we can.
ECO: Twenty hours. My gods.
Shark: That’s after I thinned the air, pulled it into the tanks; we’re at 68 percent of ship normal O2.
ECO: Sixty-eight? At that level, you’re talking memory loss, irrational behavior, depression, dizziness.
Shark: Better dizzy than dead .
[TO BE CONTINUED]