The NCP descends on town en masse for the last raid. Everybody screams and runs about all crazy. Two of them appear at the schoolhouse, and by the set of her jaw you know Laura knows what comes next, even if you can't believe it yourself.

Boomer bitches at Three that killing Tyrol's wife is going to turn him, and his labor union -- which is a good point, it's an organized faction -- against the Cylon, but Three scoffs. "In your view, there's no reason to kill anyone, right?" But see, they made this decision already. All of them together. "Just like when we decided to listen to you and Caprica when we came here, to start this new and glorious chapter in Cylon/human relations." Boomer points out that none of this democratic robot voting prattle has anything to do with killing Cally. (Meanwhile, I just took a vote among all the Jacob models, and we said, "Don't care, but if you hurt one hair on Roslin's gorgeous head... ") Three ignores her: "Nobody likes mortal death, Boomer, but... she tried to murder you. Maybe it's God's justice?" "Tried to," my entire ass; you don't get the points for that failure; you don't get to not be a murderer just because your murder was poorly executed. Boomer looks back at Cally, in a truck, making more horrible faces.

Zarek climbs into a truck next to Roslin for what turns out to be the sweetest, funniest, scariest couple of relationship scenes in the whole thing. "Need a lift, Mr. Vice President?" She's sitting in the cargo area of a military truck with her hands tied. "Haven't seen much of you lately," she says vaguely, and he tells her he's been in detention for four months. He refused to collaborate with the Cylon partnership, and Baltar "got a little pissed." He's proud, and rightly so. She shows him her cuffs: "He's a little pissed at me too." Zarek laughs. They're about to die and they know it. I've never liked Zarek as much as I do in this episode.