On Colonial One, Cavil's whining: "She said, 'I hope it hurts you for a long, long time before you go to download city.' Then they just left me there! They left me in the hot sun with a bullet in my guts!" Doral sideswipes Baltar with a "what a noble race you are" snit, and Boomer's just agog: "How long were you there before you died?" Hours. "Eventually, I managed to drag myself over to some spent shell casings. I used one of those to scratch open my carotid artery. Skin is a lot tougher than you think." Aieegh! I hate the dude, but that's hardcore. "Now that's...three for me. Three downloads. The first one, I just got a headache. But I could handle it. Now it's worse and worse. This time it was like a frackin' white-hot poker through my skull. Not worth it. None of this is worth it." That's interesting. Puts a new spin on, for example, Doral's own suicide-bombing tendencies TWO YEARS OR SO AGO GIVE OR TAKE SEASON 2.5. "He's right, you know," groans Gaius. "It's not worth it. Which is what I believe I've been telling you all along." Doral rolls his eyes and begs Caprica to please control him. "Why don't you just shoot me, if that'll remedy the situation?" They ignore him some more. Doral wants to crack down harder, but Caprica protests that their resources are stretched "to the max" already. When Six says "to the max" it sounds really professional, because she is so scary. Cavil's bored with the whole talk; Three is just upset because "consensus used to be so easy," and now they're all fighting and confused. "Now look what they've done to us!" Doral tells her not to worry about it. "Worst comes to worst, we can always nuke the city and be done with it." Baltar's eyes pop out and run around the room, singing in high-pitched voices.
In a tent, Anders tells Sharon to leave her dog tags behind, because they mark her as an atypical Eight. "No. You have no idea how hard I worked for these." He shrugs. "So our best guess puts the launch keys somewhere in the detention center. Just keep to the main streets, everybody'll think you're just a regular skinjob and they'll avoid you. But there's a lot of people out there looking to gut an unwary Cylon going for a stroll, so don't let anybody get close enough to stick a knife in you." She puts on her shoes with a tiny OMG. "All right, thanks for the concern. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside." He asks, excellently, how she plans to find the launch keys, and she launches some exposition in return. "When I get inside and hook into the data stream, it'll feed me the location." He returns the favor by expositing that he's already got pilots standing by for when she gets them. Then some insurgents come in with Ellen, hands bound, screaming and asking for her husband. Anders looks at her like total trash and says to stick her down in the bunker until after the next briefing. Without skipping a beat, Sharon and Anders are like, "Okay, so you got everything?" She heads for the door and asks for a favor: "Just keep an eye out for Starbuck. I don't know if she's alive or if she's dead. But it's been four months." She nods. "I'll do what I can."