Raptor 289, trailing: Racetrack informs Skulls that she, like Hotdog before her, is well aware of the masturbatory habits of her fellow pilots. "That's called self-healing!" Skulls protests. That's exactly what it is. They laugh and turn to their consoles; five baseships jump into the sky. Racetrack screams as her ECO spins up the FTL. There's a beautiful, just amazing, shot of 289er jumping out just as a missile reaches her location.
On CIC, Adama's stressing â his first thought is that they've somehow placed a tracking device on one of the ships, during the Occupation. Roslin suggests asking Caprica, and Tigh scoffs, but Roslin's sure she'll help: "She does not want to see Hera go back to the Cylons." As a nation, the Cylon have every right to Hera, every right the humans claimed â that's the nature of being a "half-breed whelp," as Tigh calls her: you live in both worlds. Like Gaius, like Sharon. Like Caprica, now. She belongs to Sharon and Helo, sure, but that didn't matter when Roslin kidnapped her any more than it did to Three and Gaius Baltar. So for Caprica to come across with Athena, and bring her to the humans, to save the future from her own people: that's the jump she's been waiting to make. God and children. "I have a feeling she'd lay her life down for it," Roslin says. A feeling? And in the immortal words of Boston and my friend Wyatt playing Guitar Hero: "It's more than a feeling." It's the threshold of revelation. It's the map home. It's the shape of things to come. Roslin and Adama hustle away for a sidebar, and Lee watches them; moving slow, he sniffs Roslin's teacup, stunned by the bitterness. Laura and Bill return, and Adama sends Saul Tigh to question Caprica. "With pleasure!" he says. Lovely.