The occupation is four months in. Chief's insurgent group is running wild, blowing things up, and having a fabulous time. Tigh has been in detention for a while in Cylon jail, but he is released after Ellen hate-fucks Brother Cavil. The Resistance also has a mysterious contact within the Baltar administration who is not mysterious at all, because it's obviously Gaeta. Up in space, Lee's Towel makes a hideous reappearance, as does his nasty estrangement with his dad. Dualla is pretty cool and kind of tired of his whining. The Fleet is crappy even with Kat as CAG and Helo as Adama's XO. Roslin's still teaching and helping with the insurgents, and keeping a diary. Kara has been living in a house-like cell with Leoben, who's as culty as ever and is keeping her as a pet. She kills him for the fifth time over a lovely steak dinner, and would seem to have lost her entire mind. Sharon Agathon is now BFF with Bill Adama, and begs him to forgive himself for leaving during the occupation. DEMAND LOVE is getting not a whole lot of traction with the other Cylons, but there's still a lot of dissent among the Cylon ranks as far as what is actually the best plan of action. Cavil thinks they're all being big babies because they're scared of God; Boomer thinks they have a chance to synthesize both cultures and create a new utopia; Six is so confused she's fighting herself; Doral believes in smarm but now looks more like Lee than Lee does; Leoben is off being culty and creepy; and Three still hasn't done the yi-yi-yi. Contact is made with the Fleet after Gaeta passes Chief some radio frequency info, and that part is pretty misty-making in the eye area. Tigh is now fully nuts but making more sense than ever with his "this is this" and "that is that" approach to morality. Helo has gotten even hotter somehow, and the concentration camp life is really agreeing with Cally, who looks lovelier all the time. Jammer has joined the SS for real, and Duck has joined the SS in order to become a suicide bomber. Which he does, blowing up at the SS graduation ceremony under orders from Tigh in a room full of Cylons and graduates.
Spotlight on the Cylons, images of them acting creepy as we learn that they evolved, there are many copies, and they have a plan. Previously, Leoben was scary and cultish, and was very obsessed with Starbuck. Lee was promoted to the command of the Pegasus, with Dualla as his XO. A new planet was found and named New Caprica, and its settlement was the platform that won Gaius Baltar the Presidency of the Colonies, because everybody was awfully tired. Colonel Saul Tigh and his wife Ellen loved each other very much, but in a way that was fracked. Duck and Nora loved each other in a way we don't know about at all, and then she died. After a year of the settlement on New Caprica, the Cylons were summoned by Gina's last middle finger, and Lee talked his father Bill into taking the remains of the Fleet out of orbit. Baltar surrendered the planet to the Cylons, and humanity became inmates in a concentration camp as big as the world, and Leoben came and found Kara.
Tigh sits in a jail cell, curled and skinny, scrabbling with his hands and fingers. Ellen kind of graphically bones a mystery man, her hands on his chest. Laura Roslin lights a candle with her hands, praying for salvation. Chief Galen Tyrol builds a bomb with his hands. Bill Adama plays out war scenarios on the model table, moving Vipers and Basestars with his hands. And in a strange apartment, Kara fights another battle, arranging plates and forks for dinner. Placing them exactly. Saul's hands scratch out a calendar mark on his cell wall. His eye is gone. He scuttles like a spider. The man Ellen's fucking rises and falls; his face is on the other side of a giant brandy snifter. Her face is infinitely tired and sad. Roslin prays, with all the grace and strength she can muster. Adama slides a ship into position; dashes all the tiny ships across space in frustration. The poundy drums come in as Chief and Anders affix their bomb upon a wall. Kara sits and raises a fork before her eyes; one tine goes ting. Everything is perfect.
The door of Tigh's cell creaks and Saul cowers against the wall, to cover his calendar. Brother Cavil enters, sits astride a chair, puts on mirrorshades, clears his throat, and laughs at him. "Do you know that every time they take you out of this cell we come in here and we change those little hash marks? On your little calendar there, that you're trying to hide?" Tigh's face is reflected back in the glasses. What's left of it. He smells like shit and torture. Somewhere Cavil is fucking his wife, getting off on her hatred. He smiles down at Tigh, who is small.