In the brig, the Prez says that the shooting is "a travesty." She tells Apollo, "The press will have a field day." I know she's supposed to be a politician, but under the circumstances, having her fret about nasty editorials seems a little goofy. She continues: "The ships will begin to splinter. The Cylons will be able to eliminate us a few ships at a time." Oh, hey, Billy's there, too. Another guard enters, and I guess Venner is finally being relieved. The Prez spins around and quietly tells Apollo that she's got to get out of the brig. Apollo agrees. The Prez says that she wants to bring Billy and Elosha. Elosha? Oh, the High Priestess of Vague Mysticism! Thank goodness, she does have a name. Apollo replies, "Of course you do," which is another line that sounds funny to me. Maybe because I was waiting for him to say, "Er, and me, right? Or was that implied?" It turns out that Apollo's already worked out a plan to get them to the hangar deck and aboard a Raptor. But they'll need to get clearance to take off. The Prez says, "I know how to get that." Apollo says, "You do?" The Prez says, "Yup, but I can't tell you just yet, because then the audience will know too much." She says that they'll need to have someplace to hide in the fleet while they "rally support among the people." It's Apollo's turn to have a plan, and all he'll say about it is, "You're not going to like it." Billy does not say, "Well, I've got a plan of my own, and I'm not even telling you guys that I have it, so you'll be even more surprised. Nyah."

Commercials. Moore says he's also unhappy with the way the scene on the Gideon plays out later, but I thought that was fine, actually. I also want to give him props for the way he explicitly says that while they're working with a lot of budget and time constraints, in the end, when things don't work on the show, it's his fault. I don't think he's got too much to feel bad about, really, but I like that he says that.

In his quarters, Tigh tells Ellen that he's not cut out for this. Ellen disagrees, but Tigh says, "Me and Bill, side by side, that was the deal. It was never supposed to be me alone." Aw. Ellen says that Tigh's in command, so he'll have to deal with it. Tigh whines, "I don't wanna deal with it," and pours himself a drink. Hee. He grumps, "Jeez, why do I listen to you?" Oops. Usually they're good about remembering to say "gods." Ellen, shocked, says that she didn't tell Tigh to send in the troops. Tigh says, no, she just manipulated him. As Ellen rants about how passive Tigh is, he turns his back to her, waves a hand casually, and grumbles, "Well, forget it." Which is hilarious. And then it gets better, because he sips his drink just as Ellen brings up his constant boozing. It's so perfectly timed. Ellen finishes her tirade, and Tigh drops his glass to the table, turns on her angrily, and grabs her by the shoulders. He grunts, "I warned you!" and shoves her back, and for a second I think he might kill her. Ellen slaps him. Tigh stares at her and then, well, kisses her. Ellen sort of bats at his head with her palms, and they both stumble back against a locker. Tigh lets her go long enough for her to gasp, "I love you, Saul," as he picks her up. Tigh says, "Shut up, Ellen," and carries her toward the bed. They're a cute couple.