Jammer walks the streets, goes to the Tyrol tent in slo-mo and sees the broken mobile. He crouches and begins to cry, freaking out; Chief appears and gives him one second of comfort before twitching off again, but Jammer brings up Cally, having heard that she was on the list last night. Chief bitches about the NCP and how they're traitors, and Jammer tries to explain that whole thing, how probably those guys are in over their heads, especially now that Duck's bomb has gotten the Cylons all hardcore. "Maybe they thought they were doing something good, get the Cylons off the streets and police our own... ?" Chief snarls and asks if Jammer knows any of them; he says he doesn't. Chief's very pissy about how useless Gaeta's being, and Jammer protests that Gaeta will help as much as he can. Chief gets in his face: "He's a fracking collaborator! You know, one day when this is all over, guys like Gaeta are going to get strung up. And guys like you and me are gonna be there tying the knots. Making them tight." He runs off, and I kind of don't like Chief anymore, shockingly. He was crazy two years ago and he's just getting more wear and tear all the time. Jammer cries outside the Tyrol tent, utterly fracked on both sides.

Dinner with Kara. A treat as always. Leoben smiles, that luminous creepy smile he has: "It's been a couple of ugly days. I know you don't care about that," I guess because she's caged off from the outside world and doesn't know anything, "but life means something to us." Or is he saying she's down with suicide bombing? She might be. "So I've decided to show you just how precious life can be. Even in the worst of times it can restore your faith." He stands and heads up the stairs, asking if she remembers the horrible rape farm on Caprica; she says she remembers mainly blowing the frack out of it. I love this girl. He says it wasn't a total loss: they salvaged a bunch of samples and things. The shoe finally drops: "Like your ovary." He opens a door upstairs, and Kara starts to wig. In a second, he reappears on the stairs, with a little blonde girl. She's already done the math, did it before he opened the door, but she asks anyway: "What's that?" He carries the girl down the steps in slo-mo. "Casey, this is Kara. Your mother." The little girl smiles shyly. "Hi." Starbuck goes even more crazy.