Chief flips the bowl and gets new data: the Cylon jamming freqs. Down in the bunker, he tries and tries, and Anders is totally Tigh some more about how this proves the worthlessness of their "source on the inside."
Up in space, Racetrack orbits in her Raptor and waits for word, like every day for the last four months. She's an ECO like Helo, right? So the guy Skull from last season is the Pilot? Spaceships are confusing.
Chief makes contact, and the radio goes crazy and loud.
Racetrack gets ready to leave just as Skull picks up the transmission and tells her the recognition codes match: she gets excited and tells him to send the coded response and spin up FTL so they can get back to Galactica. And here's what the message says:
WILL MAKE CONTACT THIS FREQ EVERY TWELVE HOURS
PREPARE SITREP FOR COMMAND AUTHORITY
WE'RE COMING FOR YOU
Have hope. Everybody watching simultaneously bursts into tears; the part that stays free bursts into song; Chief reads it to them, down in the bunker. Tigh gulps, touched. Racetrack comms to Galactica and Pegasus about the Resistance, how they're waiting for command to instruct them on how to coordinate the rescue effort. Adama stares up. "It's going to be okay. It's really going to be okay."
Roslin and Tori compare the Resistance surveillance pictures of the NCP members, in their ski masks; they number 200. Roslin can't believe there would even be twenty people who would "turn against their own kind," but that's kind of always been the thing that fucked her up. Tori says it'll be really hard to figure out who they are, since the Cylons know that the non-collaborators would totally kill them. "They fucking should," Roslin spits. There's my girl.
Duck prays at Nora's altar, in his tent. "I know I haven't lived a model life. I've made a lot of mistakes. But I'm gonna need your protection today." You kind of want to think this isn't actually going to happen, but you know it is. With hope on the horizon and the rescue underway? Not on this show. He's going to blow himself up. He's already gone.
Gaeta enters Colonial One; Caprica sips her coffee and warmly tells him good morning. He doesn't even look at her. He tells Gaius to get ready for the graduation ceremony, and Gaius stands up, all nasty and arrogant -- and having put on at least fifteen pounds, boy is buff right now -- and tells Gaeta he's not going: "Security concerns." The whole thing twists again and you realize he's been keeping Gaeta as a pet: both Gaius and Caprica at least suspect what he's been up to. They grin separately with a horrible kind of smirking victory. "Don't look so worried!" says Gaius. Games within games. "There'll be other graduations!" Gaeta stares for a second and gets it together: "Right. I'll just... let the staff know." He takes off at a clip to have the stupidest most unending sequence of both episodes.