"Oh, and plus, remember Earth? Yeah, right? Awkward! Then I broke up with my boyfriend for no reason, and then -- worst of all -- no matter how many times I stomped my feet -- um, foot -- and whined, people kept acting like there was a possible future, or that being kind to other people was a good idea. Fuckers. So... Yeah, that's about it. Not really a plan, per se, but at least our jump drives are still shitty and one-third as powerful as they could be, and I think all seven of us can agree that that's a good thing. Could you pass me the nothing? I'm sort of hungry."
He asks Narcho, more quietly, to get Bill's execution happening; Narcho's sad, because Bill's compassion toward the Cylon -- both real and trumped-up -- puts him between a rock and a hard place, w/r/t to his racism. But hey, he goes through with it. Zarek walks up and he and Felix are all prickly with each other. Felix stomps off to have himself a good long cry in the Admiral's quarters before continuing this total debacle. At 1447, Kelly ducks away from the Marine contingent Narcho's leading to the airlock, wobbles a second, and then runs to the Hall of Remembrance. He brings a gun to his mouth, surrounded by all the pilots he sent into death, but immediately tosses it away and begins to cry. What do you do when you can't get out?
Chief crawls past a toilet, choking. Lee shakes Kelly in the Hall, shouting at him. You can hardly hear Kelly when he tells Lee they're about to shoot his father. He picks him up, this gigantic man, and shoves him against the bulkhead, screaming. Tigh pulls him off, and they head for the hangar deck. Kelly shivers, and follows, and that's three humans in the posse -- if you don't count Kara or Hera, and I wouldn't -- out of nine. And now that Kara and Sam are out of commission, that means that this posse, which is about to rescue the Fleet from its own complicated suicide, is more than half Cylons, counting the Chief. Aid and comfort indeed.
Bill stands in the launch tube in a white blindfold, white square on his chest; Felix orders the execution detail and they fire, but it's just a dream. Of Gaius', who suddenly gets afraid for Bill. He's in bed with Lida, of course, because the Cylons don't drink wine and this is the only thing that chills him out. He feels sick, but she calms him, her mouth on his neck and chest, and he relaxes back, into it. Then, of course -- and let's be grateful nobody got beat up or sexually humiliated this time -- he has a huge epiphany and she sits there like a limp leggy blonde sex doll, saying nothing of import. Thank God for Tricia Helfer, who can even turn this random excursion into something interesting. She whines that she wants to make him feel better, and he says the best way to do that is to cut off his legs, which earns him a great WTF look.