Kobol. Tyrol, his arm in a sling, hands Apollo the dogtags he's collected. Apollo asks how Crashdown died. Which, honestly, is a weird question. I mean, the options are: that he died in the crash, that he was killed by the Cylons, or that he, like, tripped over a rock. So, does it matter? But really he's just asking so that Baltar can say, "He gave his life in the...in the finest tradition of the service." Cally stares over as Tyrol nods and agrees, "He was a hero to the end." Cally decides not to say "Screw that -- the bastard was going to shoot me!" Baltar walks away from the Raptor so that he can have another chat with Six. She says that she's proud of him. Baltar asks, "Why? 'Cause I've taken a life?" Six says that makes him human. Baltar huffs, "Not conscious thought? Not poetry or art or music, literature? Murder. Murder is my heritage." He asks if he's supposed to pass that on to their child. Six insists that it'll be all right, and strokes his hair. Then Apollo shouts that they're ready to go. As Baltar dreamily backs away from Six, she reassures him, "I'll be your conscience!" Yeah, but for Baltar that's still an improvement.
Sickbay. Cottle puffs on a cigarette and tells Tigh that Adama will live. Tigh asks when Adama will wake up, and Cottle says, "Knowing him, when he damn well wants to, probably." Tigh looks down at Adama and quietly says, "I really fracked things up for you, Bill." Then he exits, before Adama can wake up and ask, "What else is new?"
Ready Room. The reporters listen as Tigh repeats his charges that the Prez suborned mutiny, and that she'll stay in the brig until Adama decides otherwise. The reporters murmur in a disapproving way. Tigh goes on to say, "As it appears obvious that the government cannot function under the current circumstances, I have decided to dissolve the Quorum of Twelve." What was the government doing that it can't do now? Because it doesn't seem to really do much, so why can't Tigh can go on ignoring them the same way he has been? Tigh concludes, "As of this moment, I have declared martial law." The murmuring breaks into full-fledged clamoring. Okay, it sounds bad, but remember that Baltar's on his way back to the Galactica, so maybe this is for the best. Tigh folds up the blank sheet of octagonal paper he was pretending to read from, and then marches out of the room in dramatic slo-mo. Once outside, he hands the paper to a soldier and says, "Get those people the hell off my ship." Once he's a little further away, he has a gulp from his flask.