Unforunately, the admins have removed it:
http://forums.scifi.com/index.php?s=6a9b4d69a268d6b3320f7693078ee1b4&showtopic=2309673
Basically what happens is that D'anna takes humans hostage on the baseship. She threatens to throw humans out the airlock until the 4 Cyclons leave the Colonial fleet and come to her and her Cylon buddies.
Tory ends up going first and she is happy to deny the President. She says she "has stopped taking orders" from the President when Roslin asks her to use her Cylon abilities to get the other Cylons to stop attacking the humans.
The other 3 Cylons are eventually discovered. Saul Tigh is discovered next; he admits to his long time friend, the Admiral, that he is a Cylon. At first the Admiral doesn't believe him.. he is floored. Then he does. Tigh is handcuffed and sent away. Later he is in an airloch. He wants to die. The President (Lee Adama) threatens to kick his sorry ass out into space as a threat to D'anna to stop killing hostages. (D'anna has airlock killed one human so far).
D'anna backs down.
Saul tells Lee who the other two Cylons are.
Red shirts come to arrest Tyrol and Anders. Just prior to this Tyrol and Anders were helping Kara figure out why her ship looked so sqeaky clean and pristine. Tyrol and Anders get pulled away by the security guards. One of them (I think Anders) tells Kara to keep examining her ship to find the clue to Earth.
Sure enough Kara finds the clue. There are coordinates on her shiup. She comes running to Lee to tell him not to airlock Saul.
D'anna give into Lee's threates and sends a Cylon to Lee's ship to verify that Kara isn't bullshitting them with the coordinates.
They all join hands, sing "kumbayah" and form a truce to find Earth.
They Jump to Earth.
A landing party heads down to the planet and they all go nuts because they finally found earth.
Adama runs his hands through the dirt and grabs some. A Geiger counter goes nuts. A car is overturned in the background. And there is a city skyline on the horizon...
"You blew it all to Hell! Damn you! Damn you!"
I shit you not. That is my recollection of the spoiler that was posted on the SCI FI forums moments ago before it was deleted.
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I found another post of the exact thing I was reading -- looks like it was cut and pasted over.
Source: http://www.scifiheaven.net/index.php/2008/06/12/bsg-revelations-a-spoiler-filled-review/
In case that post goes down I will cut and paste it here. If the author has a problem with it I will remove it. I did link the author above to give him credit.
Thanks for the spoliers.
BEGIN:
Tigh opens with “Previously, on Battlestar Galactica.” After the recap, we go straight to an exterior of Galactica, and then into Adama’s quarters. Lee is reading an aged, worn book. He is with Starbuck, and he tells her that he is reading about the Temple of Aurora, on Earth, as it is described in the scrolls of Pythia. He’s been going through Roslin’s stuff. As the camera pans over and zooms into Adama’s empty chair, Lee tells Starbuck that no one sits in the Old Man’s chair. Tigh won’t even look at it. Lee’s been afraid of that desk since he was a child. Together, they ponder what to do next. Starbuck recalls a conversation she had with Leoben in which he told her that for children to come into their own, the parents have to die. This doesn’t seem to offer Lee any comfort.
Back on the Cylon baseship, D’Anna tells Roslin and Adama that she wants the Final Four, and she’s going to hold the Colonials hostage until she gets them. Roslin says she thought there were five in the fleet. D’Anna says there are only four. It is unclear what D’Anna means by this. Adama pulls a gun and trains it on D’Anna. The Centurions point weapons at the Colonials. Roslin tells Adama: “Stand down, Bill.” Adama reluctantly stands down, and tells his officers to stack arms. D’Anna says she’s going to Galactica, and Adama is coming with her. He initially refuses, but Roslin tells him to go. Roslin whispers to Bill, telling him that if things don’t go the way he wants, to “blow this ship to hell.”
Back in the CIC, Tigh is in command. Gaeta has returned to his post, sitting down, minus the leg. He accidentally spills his drink, and stumbles for his thin metal crutches (the kind you see used by those affected by polio). Dee helps him pick up his cup, and tries to reassure him. Tigh, unsympathetic, asks Gaeta if he needs to be relieved. The DRADIS suddenly comes to life, and Gaeta announces that the basestar has returned.
Cut to the hangar bay. Lee, Starbuck, Tigh, and Tory move into position to greet a returning raptor. Anders and Tyrol are on the upper level walkway, watching from the shadows. Adama emerges from the raptor first, followed by D’Anna. D’Anna lays down the law. The Final Four are in the fleet. She wants them. She’s going to go back to her basestar and wait for them to rejoin her people. And the Colonials are not to interfere. Lee, expressing shock and disbelief, says that the Final Four are free to return to the basestar. He won’t stop them. D’Anna makes eye contact with each of the Final Four. It is unclear whether she recognizes them. Lingering shots on each of the Final Four make it clear that they are extremely worried that they are about to be exposed. Tory seizes the opportunity by announcing that Roslin needs her medication, and she should be the one to bring it to her. She pleads that she’s worked with Roslin for two years, and has been by her side the whole time. Adama says that it won’t affect the hostage equation, so they might as well let her go.
Cut to Adama’s quarters. Starbuck, Lee, Tigh, and Adama are trying to decide what to do next. Lee asks his father for suggestions. Adama, while putting his admiral pins back on, defers to his son dryly, “It’s your call, Mr. President.” Lee’s foreboding reasoning: “If we lose those four, we lose Earth.”
Roll opening credits. For those keeping track, the survivor count is now at 39,665.
Back on Galactica, Athena suggests launching raptors and training nukes on the basestar. Others hope that the Final Four will simply give themselves up, thus avoiding a showdown.
On the basestar, D’Anna introduces Tory to the Cylons, announcing that one of their own has decided to rejoin them. Tory, at first startled that she has been recognized, slowly begins to smile, acknowledging to all that this is exactly where she wants to be. Elsewhere on the basestar, Roslin is redressing Baltar’s wounds. Baltar says, “I want to thank you.” Roslin questions why. Baltar finishes with: “For not murdering me.” The line is both amusing and bittersweet. Baltar announces that, despite it all, he loves living. Tory is led into the room by a Six. Six announces that Tory is a Cylon. Roslin is floored. Baltar, always the opportunist, exclaims proudly that he has known it all along. Baltar being Baltar. As usual, he just can’t help himself. Roslin confesses that she had no idea. Tory tells her that she’s been wrong about a lot of things. Roslin, quickly shifting gears, suggests to Tory that she wields influence with the Cylons, being that Tory is a Final Four Cylon. She asks Tory to make the Cylons back down. Tory coldy replies: “I’m done taking orders from you.”
Cut to an exterior view of the fleet. A tiny crewman is seen floating listlessly in space. D’Anna announces that she has killed the first hostage. There will be others. Lee, desperate, decides to begin prep for a rescue mission.
In a crowded hangar bay, Vipers are being made ready. As we pan across the busy hub of activity, we land on Tyrol, who suddenly begins to hear a form of static. It sounds like a scratchy form of the music they were hearing before. Cut to the ready room, where Starbuck and Athena are prepping the pilots for battle. Anders is hearing the static, as well. In the CIC, Tigh hears it, too. Over on the baseship, Tory, hearing the static, becomes woozy and practically passes out.
Cut to an empty hangar bay. Tigh, Tyrol, and Anders have converged, wondering why they are hearing the noises again. Tyrol is fixated on Starbuck’s pristine, reincarnated Viper. He is convinced that something has changed. Tigh reminds him that Tyrol checked every rivet and washer and found nothing. Tyrol is not convinced. Something has changed. Anders suggests that Kara may hold the answer. Tigh tells Sam to “get her down here.” As Tigh storms out of the hangar bay, he adds heavily: “Or a lotta good people are going to die.”
Close up on Tigh, marching through a busy Galactica corridor. His eyes are full of purpose. He knows what he has to do. And we know exactly where he is going. This is the moment I have been waiting for, more than finding Earth or the revelation of the Final Cylon. He marches directly into Bill Adama’s quarters. Adama is seated at his desk, facing the wall, and listening to radio chatter. Tigh tells him he has to scrub the rescue mission. Adama spins around to listen to what Tigh has to say. Tigh threatens that Roslin will be the next to die. Adama, interested, turns of the radio chatter. Bill asks for options. Tigh has an option. He unloads, telling Bill that he should have said something when he first knew. Back when he heard the music. It was some kind of signal. It switched him on. And the final blow: “I am one of the Final Five.” Bill refuses to believe it: “Quit frakking with me.” How could he believe it? “I’ve known you for thirty years. When I first met you, you had hair.” Cylons don’t age, Bill implored. Saul, just as in the dark as Adama, reminds him that up until not long ago, they weren’t even aware that skinjobs existed, and that it was entirely possible that Cylons can age. Adama, still in denial, reminds Tigh that he was in captivity during the occupation on New Caprica, and that the Cylons must have implanted something in him or used some kind of hypnotic suggestion. “Let’s take you to see Doc Cottle…” Saul puts his hands on Bill’s shoulder, desperate to make him believe. Adama, now angry, reality beginning to sink in, says: “Get your hands off me.” Tigh, still full of self-loathing, but now energized by the newfound freedom of his confession, says that he should have blown himself out the airlock as soon as he realized what he was. But he didn’t have the guts. He pleads with Bill: Give me to D’Anna. It’s the only way to save the Colonials. He spreads his arms in a half Jesus Christ pose, offering himself up on a platter to Adama. Fade to black.
When we return from the commercial break, Tigh is being marched down a corridor in shackles, accompanied by armed guards. He is a wreck. We cut back and forth from this scene to Adama, still in his quarters. Adama has completely lost his mind. He is yelling like an angry, wounded animal. He violently shoves all of the books off of his desk. He pounds a ridiculous amount of alcohol from a bottle. In a rage, he smashes the mirror with his fist, leaving a bloody smear. Lee finds him, on the floor, in a drunken state of shock. Lee is on the floor now, as well, and he props his now useless father up a little and tries to reassure him. Lee: “No one suspected. Not even Tigh’s wife!” Adama, zombie-like, and to no one in particular: “What have I done… All the people I sent to die.” Lee reminds him that it was all for Earth. Adama angrily replies that there is no Earth. Adama is a mess. He is resting limply against his son, actually drooling on Lee’s arm. He has nothing left. “I can’t kill him.” Lee knows what he must do. “I’ll take care of it.”
Cut to the launch tube. Tigh has been placed in it. Lee marches in and punches Tigh hard in the face and then calls him a motherfrakker. He demands to know who the other Cylons are. Dee announces that D’Anna is on the line. They are running out of time. Lee, visibly stepping into the role of President right before our eyes, takes the phone and tells D’Anna that if she doesn’t release the hostages, he is going to “flush Saul Tigh out of the airlock.” D’Anna’s reaction makes it painfully clear that Lee has her by the balls. Lee demands that Tigh tell him who the others are.
Down in the hangar bay, Tyrol, Anders, and Kara are examining the Viper, trying to figure out what is different. Armed soldiers enter the bay and tell Anders and Tyrol that they are under arrest. Starbuck is at a loss. The guards announce that the two are Cylons. Starbuck can’t believe it. Tyrol gives Sam a priceless look as he is being cuffed: “Go ahead…” Sam comes clean: “It’s true.” As the two are being dragged away, Sam implores Kara to find out what is different about the viper.
Back on the basestar, panic sets in. What to do next? Is Lee bluffing? Lee now has three Final Four Cylons in the airlock and is ready to flush them all.
Starbuck sits in her Viper cockpit, alone in the hangar bay. She flips various controls on and off.
On the basestar, D’Anna prepares to kill her next hostage. Baltar volunteers himself. Roslin agrees with the choice. Tory suggests that Lee is bluffing. He’ll back down. D’Anna orders that the basestar’s nukes be trained on the fleet.
Back in Starbuck’s Viper, strange readings begin to appear on her display. Something that looks like a compass needle spins and settles on a fixed position. Starbuck understands what it means.
As the basestar prepares to nuke the fleet, Galactica scrambles to respond. Starbuck runs madly through the ship, seemingly taking the longest possible path to reach Lee. In an effort to maximize the dramatic tension, she selflessly refuses to simply pick up the phone and call him. She’s a trooper. Adama, in response to the basestar’s nukes, which are running hot and ready to fire, announces that there isn’t even enough time for the fleet to jump away.
Anders and Tyrol are removed from the airlock at Lee’s request. Tigh remains alone.
In response to Cylon pleas not to nuke the Final Cylons, D’Anna explains that “they will never forgive us for what we did to the twelve colonies.”
The airlock interior doors slowly close, sealing Tigh in, as Starbuck continues to run through the ship.
Baltar pleads with D’Anna not to resolve this by force, pointing out that force has never worked in the past. Not on New Caprica. Not at the Temple of the Five.
Lee asks for the key to flush the airlock. Tigh stands straight and tall, ready and willing to accept his fate. He is free now. And this is the only ending that makes sense to him anymore. He locks eyes on Lee and says: “What are you waiting for, Apollo? Do it!” Starbuck bursts into the control booth: “Stop! Those three just gave us Earth!”
Back from the commercial break, Starbuck is in her Viper, showing the display panel to Lee. She explains that the sensor is picking up a Colonial emergency locator signal. No other computer is picking it up. Starbuck says it’s a signal from Earth. Lee says she’s reaching. Starbuck insists that someone or something is orchestrating this. That there’s a purpose to all of it. That they are supposed to find Earth with the Final Cylons. Lee relays this to D’Anna.
Cut to a Cylon heavy Raider heading to Galactica. In moments, an Eight is in Starbuck’s Viper, confirming the readings for D’Anna. It’s time to make a decision. The decision. Will the Cylons work together with the humans to complete this mission?
D’Anna, still skeptical, tells Lee: “All this has happened before…”
Lee responds: “But it doesn’t have to happen again.” He tells her that it’s time for a change. To take a different path. He has given amnesty to the Final Four. Where do we go from here?
D’Anna mulls it over. She orders the hostages to be released. “We go to Earth together.” Slowly, reluctantly, D’Anna takes Lee’s outstretched hand and shakes it.
Back in Adama’s quarters, he’s practically an infant. He’s draped in a brown robe, his bloody hand now bandaged. Lee asks Adama for orders, but Adama is a million miles away. Enter Roslin. She addresses him tenderly, as if he were a child. “This is it, Bill. This is everything we have been working for.” She tells Bill that she wants to see him grab that first fistful of Earth and feel it with his own hands. Adama, obviously moved, stands up and stumbles off screen. Roslin beams with pride about how Lee handled the recent crisis. He jokes about how he’s about to end the shortest presidency in Colonial history. Roslin responds that he’s not off the hook yet. That the Fleet is going to need his kind of leadership in the days ahead. Adama stumbles back to Lee and Roslin, asking if they are going to sit around flapping their lips or are they going to go to Earth. Adama is back. A recon mission is being prepped to verify the alleged coordinates for Earth. Adama tells them to frak the re-con. “We have nowhere else to go.” Realizing that Lee’s skillfully won alliance might be fragile and fleeting, Adama declares: “We all go to Earth together. As fast as we can.”
Back from the final break, we see a beautiful shot of Galactica and the Fleet (still where we left them before the break) showered by the light of what appears to be a local star. The music is angelic. It’s as if the Fleet is heading into Heaven. Spirits are high across the Fleet. This is the moment we have all been waiting for. The tension is palpable. In CIC, they are ready to jump to Earth. If this scene doesn’t give you chills, you are not human. Can this actually be happening? Adama tells Roslin to give the order. She is so overcome with emotion that she can barely speak: “Take us to Earth.”
The countdown begins. It seems to take an eternity.
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
Jump.
The Fleet arrives at its destination. Gaeta announces that the constellations are a match. This is it.
What follows is one of the most breathtaking shots this show has ever offered, based more on emotional payoff than the shot itself. Picture the screen cut in half diagonally by an invisible line, from upper left to lower right. In the lower left half, Earth, in all her glory. In the upper half, the entire colonial fleet, entering Earth’s orbit. It is incredibly beautiful. Back in the CIC, Adama picks up the phone and begins to address the fleet. This is the natural bookend to his original mini-series announcement when he declared that they were now at war with the Cylons. He recounts the three year journey as we cut to what feels like every location on the ship and throughout the Fleet. People are rejoicing. Hugging. Kissing. Celebrating. Adama finishes: “…and our journey is at an end.” He takes Roslin’s hand. They embrace.
Lee jumps on top of the control table in the center of CIC, takes off his jacket and throws it into the elated crowd. Tyrol sits alone in his quarters, attending to his son. Baltar holds hands with his followers, and they collectively raise their hands to the sky. Tigh sits alone, again, with only his half-empty bottle to comfort him. Cut to a photo of Kat on the remembrance wall. The camera pulls back to reveal Starbuck, looking at the photo. “We made it, kid.”
It must be noted that in this rush of emotion and elation, the music sounds – to me, anyway – slightly reminiscent of the theme from “Star Trek: Voyager” (with angelic voices mixed in, for good measure). To anyone who witnessed how pitifully that show came to an end, it is almost impossible not to make comparisons here, and I have to wonder if the musical cues are intentional.
Apollo and Adama share a touching moment in the CIC. They embrace. Adama: “We did it.” Apollo: “You did it.” I’m beginning to tear up as I write this, which only serves to remind me how emotionally satisfying the last few moments have been. We have waited for this. We have earned it. And it is worth every delicious second.
Cut to a view of Earth from orbit. A massive collection of Raptors, Vipers, and Cylon heavy Raiders descends through the clouds. One of the colonial ships that looks like a cross between a landspeeder and a Classic Trek shuttlecraft with a giant megaphone attached to the roof (you people who keep track of the ships know what I’m talking about) is the central vessel in this armada. It presumably contains the bulk of the landing party.
Cut to a close shot of Adama’s hand. His fingers are working their way through what appears to be a dark, rich clump of soil (looking not unlike a fistful of coffee grounds). As we slowly pan up, we hear the Colonial equivalent of a Geiger counter chirping wildly. This is not a good sign. We pan up to see Adama’s face. He is wearing a militaristic cap with a brim. His expression is grim. We pan slowly to the left, seeing an equally grim Roslin and D’Anna. Helo and Athena walk slowly behind them to the right. The ground is dark. The air is pale. Bits of twisted, scorched metal are scattered around. As we continue panning to the right, we see Lee, Baltar, Six, and others. What appears to be a scorched automobile, turned on its side, can be seen in the background. As we continue to pan, we can see that they are near a beach, perhaps on an island. Across the water, we see the remains of a city skyline. All that remains are burnt, skeletal remnants of the skyscrapers. Everything is black and gray. This civilization has been destroyed.
Fade to black.
“To be continued.”
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