Tory, though, has had motherfucking enough. "She's voted. When's the jump? We can be ready in an hour." Saul decrees he's not going and she reminds him that -- without him ever agreeing to it -- they all agreed on majority rule. "Well frak, apparently we invented majority rule. But I don't remember it, so frak that." I don't know why all these ladies are in love with Saul Tigh but I know exactly why they should be. Caprica tries to calm him down, begging him not to be goaded. Unsure still what this is, but knowing Martha's pushed George clean over. He will not be calmed. "All right, go. Go. All of you. Caprica. Go. Go be pure, and safe, and whatever the frak. I'm not going." Which is exactly what Ellen wanted all along.

Martha: I swear to God George, if you even existed I'd divorce you.

"Do you see, little girl? There is something in the universe that he loves far more than you or me." She steps forward, scary and ugly: "And that's Bill Adama." Saul speaks over her, pointing out that she doesn't want to desert the Fleet either, that she's acting only out of spite and to hurt him for betraying her so dreadfully. (I would say it's worse than that, because really she's doing it because he lied about it, and made her feel stupid. Stupid, blindsided, in front of the children.) "...It's Bill Adama, and the ship, and the uniform..." He asks her how she can sink so low, but he knows; he asks her why she's doing this, but he knows. "...And everything else takes second place. I knew I did, but I always wondered if a baby would. Guess I know now."

Next they tried word magic. Caprica drops to her knees, sick. Ellen is horrified; her entire body arcs toward her daughter like a river, like an ocean, as Saul screams for Cottle, and she realizes she's never fucked up quite this badly before. This badly or this well. Malice comes after you fall to Earth, and not before.

Martha: Truth or illusion, George; you don't know the difference.
George: No, but we must carry on as though we did.

So say we all.

Cottle marvels at the suddenly terrible state of healthy old Caprica, who hasn't seen an episode yet that she didn't get the shit kicked out of her, body or heart or soul. Often all three. "But he's fighting back. That's all I can tell you." Ellen swears she didn't mean to cause this, but Caprica knows better. ("Our minds were designed based on your minds," she told him once. "We learned things about how you work that you've never known.") I love how even in the midst of a race-ending miscarriage in progress Caprica still has time to gently and politely call Ellen a bitch: "Yeah. You did."