"What should we do, Mr. Vice President?" Because he can't say the actual answer -- "Just keep doing what you're doing, until you're all dead" -- he tosses them some motherfucking platitudes: "Every citizen has the right to protect themselves from oppression." Felix stares and the darkness behind that bright rhetoric takes root, takes wing, takes hold on him: Hitei Kan is Tom's Kara Thrace. It doesn't matter what happens to it, as long as everybody sees. "Take whatever measures you think necessary." Of course, just as the Raptor's landing on top of it, it jumps away, and there's a cool shot of all three ships just drifting for a moment. Tigh's like, "So that's... All our fuel, then." And Bill goes, "You know, there are days that I really hate this job." Then he "scrambles" some more things or something, and tells Athena -- in a really cool, pretty angle inside the Raptor cockpit -- to board Colonial One and arrest the Vice President. And maybe fuck him up, and ... yep, go ahead and kill him if you feel like it. Feel like it, Athena. Feel great about it.

Hotdog stares down at Nicky, all, "I don't know anything about being a father." Especially to such a gigantic, dumb baby! "It sucks. Except for the parts that don't." Galen breathes, and puts a chair down for Hotdog. "All right. First lesson in parenting: Sit. Your kid's in the hospital, you never leave him alone, no matter what. Someone's always here. You get first shift... Dad." Hotdog gets very shivery about all this, and Galen assures him he'll be back, once he (drinks a bunch more and) sobers up.

Adama throws down a file in Zarek's cell. Old Tom's not looking too mutilated, damn Sharon Agathon's kind heart.

"Sworn statements. Transcripts of wireless conversations. Shipping records. All kinds of documents, really. Compiled over the last year with one theme. The buying and the selling of the Vice President's office." Zarek calls this extortion, and Bill goes all kind of Condy about how no, it's "about law and order," but whatever. "I believe that you would walk happily to the gallows, or languish in a cell for the rest of your life, if you could do it as a martyr to your cause. But the idea of being publicly humiliated as a corrupt politician, with your hand in the till? Well, that would scare you. Somehow I don't think that the legend and the myth of Tom Zarek, the political prisoner and a man of conscience, can survive the airing of that much dirty laundry." So much words! Zarek asks if he honestly thinks the Fleet is going to sit still for "a long and politically motivated trial" while Bill's busy allying himself with the Cylons, and Bill's like, "Bitch, you are the one that lost our tylium ship. We're not going anywhere, so they won't really have a choice. Plus, look how much fun Baltar's trial was last year."