"We blow the Hub... billions of skin jobs lose their bath privileges," Tigh grits. Laura muses on it, like this is English class: "Mortal enemies." Helo reminds them they need a separate team for unboxing the Threes, and Saul points out that actually, they don't: "Maybe we just forget the Godsdamn boxing facility." Bill's grossed out. Trust starts somewhere, but Tigh's in a club he doesn't know about. He's not asking the right questions. "Well? They're lying to us. The skin jobs said their Raiders won't fight because the Final Five is here? We tangled with those slit-eyed black bastards for three years now, and they haven't turned back before. Why now?" (I guess we should be grateful that he didn't throw some gun/cannon relation to "limp-wristed" in there with the rest of those slurs, but whatev. I never expected Saul to be the one most likely to get all chrome-closet self-hater about this whole thing.) "What if they're telling the truth? What if the Final Five are here?" Tigh hasn't got an answer for that one. Or if he does, it involves an even less clever way of being offensive so he lets it slide.
"The Five could know the way to Earth," Bill points out, because of course Kara's crazy ass said it so it must be true, and Laura's like, "Why would they care when we destroy their entire resurrection capacity?" Bill hopes against hope that the Five are different, like Natalie's Rebels, and Laura wonders if maybe his bizarre hope isn't totally stupid and they're actually in the Fleet to kill everybody's ass like the rest of the Cylons in the Fleet have been trying to do for three years. Which honestly, Occam would say Laura is on the right track. This, of course, stimulates Saul Tigh to get even more crusty and weird and say that they should blow it up without care for the Final Five -- because after all, he has firsthand knowledge that they don't know shit about Earth except for a Bob Dylan tune or two -- and says we should stick with the Dying Leader. "The President's vision, her scriptures, her way to Earth."
But even Laura doesn't see the point in going that far, because she doesn't know that Saul is one, so she actually comes off moderate this one single solitary time: "Why don't we split the difference? Unbox D'Anna and find the Five. Keep the Five till we get to Earth, turn them over to the rebels." Meeting silence, she shores up her point: "They've waited this long... It'll be on our terms...?" Lots more staring. "It's all pie in the sky, gentlemen, until we know what's true and what's not." And that is that, of course, so Bill wraps it up. They're such a good team. "...And we put a lid on it. The real plan stays in this room. If the plan gets leaked to the Cylons, all bets are off. Have someone escort the rebel leader back to her Baseship, so she can inform her people they have a deal." It's her birthday.