[Tyrol, under suspicion because of his relationship with sleeper Cylon Boomer, is interrogated by Tigh]
You're sweating.
It's hot in here.
How long have you known that Lieutenant Valerii was planning to assassinate Commander Adama?
I had no idea she was planning anything of the kind.
[reaching for a flask in his boot] You were frakking her.
I ended that weeks ago, on your orders-
You covered for her, you lied for her...
I admit, I used bad judgment-
...you protected her at every turn...
Colonel, I had no idea she was a Cylon! [sees that Tigh clearly disbelieves him] I would like to exercise my Article 21 rights at this time.
[chuckles darkly] I'm sure you would. I guess you haven't heard: Cylons don't have rights.
(surprised) Cylon?! Wait a minute-!
You know what we do with Cylons, Chief?
I'm not a Cylon!
Roslin came up with the execution method.
I'm Galen Tyrol!
She put a Cylon out of the airlock.
My father was a priest! My mother was an oracle! I've served on Battlestars since I was eighteen years old! Pegasus, Columbia, Atlantia, Galac-
[Tigh backhands Tyrol, sending him to the floor]
[shouting] Don't talk to me like you're a soldier! You are not a soldier! [more quietly] The old man always had a soft spot for you. Let him decide what to do with you.
Colonel, you've gotta believe me. I'm not a Cylon. I'd never do anything to hurt Adama. I love the old man!
That's what your girlfriend said. [to the nearby guard] Get him the hell out of here!




