"Are you out of your frackin' mind? Cally was just following my orders!" Adama says this makes her a ringleader, so she'll go first. "And then the rest of your dead gang: Figurski, Seelix, Pollux..." Chief slams the bars of his cell, still not getting the stakes here: "You won't do this. We have a son." Adama speaks the truth. "Understand me. The very survival of this ship may depend on someone getting an order that they don't want to do. And if they hesitate, if they feel that orders are sometimes optional, then this ship will perish. And so will your son. And the entire human race." All this unfinished business. All the chances and the impossible choices. "I don't want to do this, Chief. But I will put ten Callys up against the wall, to make sure that this ship and this Fleet are not destroyed." Chief stares at him, and makes the same informed decision that Laura did earlier. He's right; it makes sense. "Fine. I'll call it off." Adama gets Cally on the phone, and summons Chief out of his cell.
"You okay?" Don't worry about me, Cally says. "I've been to the brig before." (Don't, um, mention that you've been in the brig for murdering your husband's ex-girlfriend, in real life? Just FYI.) "Everything's okay. Call off the strike." She asks if they caved; she thinks that's what this about. He takes the shortcut, the Lie Of Earth shortcut, and says they did. Whatever keeps you alive. They didn't, they won't, they can't. Whatever keeps you alive. She accepts this, even though it's self-evident that they haven't, and they can't. "I'll take care of it. Galen, I'm proud of you." He tells his wife, like a child, to give the phone to the Marine, and hands off to Adama, who orders her released. Something in Chief's demeanor gave him what he needed: "You can go now, Chief. I thought you had something that you wanted to discuss with the President?" They keep going further. I miss the Cylons.