Roslin plays her last card. "Were you with a blonde woman on Caprica just prior to the attack?" she says hurriedly, desperately. It's a threat, not a question, and the sign of defeat Baltar was just looking for a moment ago. He stands stock still and she stands, rounding the table. "A...what?" he asks, and Six appears at Roslin's back, frightened for him: "She knows." Over a flashback to Gaius and Six making out on Caprica, Mary McDonnell intones terrifyingly, shaking, unable to even touch the ugliness, the enormity: "Were you with a tall blonde woman in the river walk section of Caprica City just prior to the attack?" Six hisses, "She can see right through you. Get out of here now." Gaius laughs. "You'll resort to anything at this stage, won't you? I'm afraid my affairs on Caprica -- and who I chose to consort with -- are none of your business." Roslin looks closer to breaking, at this moment, than we've ever maybe seen. This is worse than the cancer. She's so small it's like we're seeing her from far away. She stands so unbelievably still, eyes so alive...it's like a horror movie. Like she's been getting creepy phone calls all night about "the children" and now it's past midnight and the phone's ringing again. It's hard to look at. "I saved your life," Gaius says, hurt. His feelings are hurt at this accusation. How can she be so mean to him and accuse him of his actions, when he saved her life? How can she do this to him again? "I won't save your political career." He knocks on the hatch and leaves Adama's quarters. We don't look back.
In Tigh's quarters on Galactica, the Colonel is doing some paperwork while Ellen sloshes her drink around and yells. She's wearing a crazy outfit which at first looks like a Juicy Couture sweatsuit, but is actually this weird, like, felt Chanel suit jacket, over a bulky Laura Ashley bedskirt with five-inch-thick pleats al the way down. She looks like something from an early-morning psychedelic kid's show, like Lazytown or something. It's fantastic. She also looks even more lovely than normal. This woman's bone structure, you could screen silk. Cut diamond. She's so beautiful. She's bitching, of course, that Gaius is going to win and they are going to fracking move down to the planet, and Tigh is going to do what she says, et cetera: "We're going to just sit on this ship and rot? While everyone else gets to start a new life?" I love, love that Ellen gets to be our man on the scene, the character with the Lay Down Your Burdens viewpoint, because it makes sense for her. It's one thing to be told by a pollster that the Fleet is all over the jock of colonization, but it's another to see Ellen unleashed and...talking sense about it. Tigh: "Ellen, my job is to protect the Fleet from the Cylons, and that's exactly what I'll be doing. If you want to move down there, go ahead, be my guest. Go down and cat around with all the men. Have yourself a good old time." Moore's mentioned before -- I probably have too -- about wanting to put in there somewhere about how their relationship works, that Tigh knows she's like that, that they aren't monogamous and Tigh's aware, and willing to leverage it. I'm happy for them that they got that line in there. She crosses her arms, like he's just being silly. Maybe she's changed her mind. Maybe that's what the fight is about: if he leaves the military, they can try being really married. "Saul, I want you," she tells him. The comm buzzes and he answers, then jumps up: "Starbuck's back. I gotta get down there."