"That used to be true," Tory corrects her, "But now there's another way. Caprica Six's unborn baby is pure Cylon." She's proud, happy to have found the least complex, least Galactica, the easiest and least complicated path. She has no idea what she's doing, careless, not once wondering what Ellen thinks about the pregnancy or even if she knows about it. Focused on Utopia. "We can rebuild a pure Cylon civilization." Even as Ellen's figuring out about Caprica, the Six is burbling that they can just live indefinitely on the Baseship somehow. Saul protests that Sam's in no condition, but the Eight promises him they can care for Sam better over there. I was going to say that this worked swimmingly for Hera, but who knows? Sam's a Cylon, whateverthefrak that even means now.
You can hear the countdown to Ellen going ballistic, the happier they get, as she pieces it together. The fool he made of her. "The Cylon family can survive! We can start over!" And if Tory hadn't planted a little ticking timebomb in her head a second ago, Ellen would explain that the Cylon family, like the human family, is now a dead end, and the only future they have is a Galactica one. But the bomb goes off, and Saul jerks toward her as she whisper-shouts, "Caprica Six is pregnant?" I've never spent a lot of time wishing I were Saul Tigh, but I can tell you I've never wanted it less than right now; his one terrified eyeball would seem to agree.
Martha: I looked at you tonight and you weren't there! Finally snapped! And -- and I'm gonna howl it out! And I'm not gonna give a damn what I do, and I'm gonna make the biggest goddamn explosion you've ever heard!
George: You try and I'll beat you at your own game.
Martha: Is that a threat, George, huh?
George: That's a threat, Martha.
Martha: You're gonna get it, baby.
George: Be careful, Martha. I'll rip you to pieces.
After the break there's a complicated series of conversations better suited to the stage; I've wondered how to recap this since the first time I saw the episode, because it's a Bach canon of cross-purposes and sentences that only associate poetically but still carry the scene and get everything across, like two scenes happening at once. I think there's a way to have filmed this -- the entire sequence during the mutiny between Lee and Kara crashing the brig, and Lee and Saul rescuing Adama, was similarly complex and shouty, and suffered on single viewing for the same reason -- but it's a brilliant choice if you really look at it. Ellen's yelling at Saul about the baby, and the Six is waxing happily about the kid, and then Ellen bitches about how this is gross because they are their children, and Chief's trying to get them to stop talking about the damn baby, and Saul says no way is he going, because Sam said not to, and Tory's hilariously like, "Well, he's not saying anything now," and the whole time Ellen's yelling over everybody about what an egregious whore Saul is, and Saul keeps telling her to shut up, and she gives an outrageously awesome speech about how he's just like Cavil, lying to her like this down in the wardroom: "You made us all filthy in this. You just can't stop poisoning me. Poison, more and more, of it until I'm swimming in it!"