Thorne continues beating hell out of Sharon, and she's crying. "What the frack?" she screams, and it's a very real moment, like when Thorne first walked in, that reminds you: She's Sharon Valerii. Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharon "Boomer" Valerii, pilot T-990429, from Aerolon Colony. Cylon or not, she's a Colonist and a Raptor pilot on the inside, in her heart, and this kind of thing is just not done in the Fleet. It doesn't compute. She's also pregnant with some kind of Messiah baby, which explains her state of mind further. Thorne tells the men to hold her, and pushes her face-first onto the bed. A Marine kneels on the other side of the bed, holding her arms above her head. Face down with your arms restrained is the hardest possible position to get out of. Thorne grabs at his pants. I don't want to talk about this anymore.

In the corridor, Helo and Tyrol are running very fast and pushing people out of the way. Chief continues with the single-word thoughts, shouting "Move, move, move, move!" He and Helo enter Sharon's cell as Thorne is pulling down his pants. Over her screams and crying, Chief and Helo start beating the fuck out of the men. Chief hurls Thorne down and his head is bloodied on a cell bolt. I hope the fucker's dead. The guys start beating up the other Marines, but the armed guards recover from the surprise and pull their guns. One very nervous guard orders them onto their knees, and they comply. Another guard takes Thorne's vitals and pronounces him good and fucking dead. Helo and Chief kneel, breathing hard, still enraged. Sharon curls, sobbing, over her knees and onto the floor, and pulls a pitifully small blanket off the cot, over her head, to hide her face.

Helo and Chief are in chains, sitting grimly in a Raptor which is headed back to the Pegasus. At their feet lies the body of Lieutenant Thorne, and they can't even move their feet to kick him. Adama and Cain argue about the assault: Adama feels the court martial should be held on Galactica, since that's where the accident happened. Cain pulls rank, and when Adama complains that they are, after all, his men, she replies that one of her men is dead. Adama points out that their matchingly intense feelings about the case prove that the trial should be impartial. Cain: "Oh, you mean an independent tribunal? Because according to your logs, Commander, you dissolved an independent tribunal when you didn't like the verdict." He does not reply "It's because the bitch got crazy, just like you." She continues, pointing out that Chief Tyrol was the one on trial for that one, too, which is -- point taken, but -- not really material. Adama sighs, "That was a different time," and Cain agrees wholeheartedly: "I'll be in touch, Commander Thank you."