Tigh's quarters. Ellen isn't happy. Which is probably another way of saying she isn't drunk. She bitches at Tigh for letting Apollo escape, and says he's a laughingstock. She adds, "You didn't want this command? Well, don't worry about it; you won't have it for much longer." Tigh stops staring into space long enough to explain, "It was his son." Then someone says, "Saul." Tigh and Ellen turn, and Adama's standing there in a robe. Behind him, two soldiers lurk in the doorway. Adama, I missed you! Adama asks, "What's happening on my ship?" Tigh stands up and goes over to Adama, and Ellen backs away like someone might throw holy water at her. Adama tells his escorts to wait outside, and says to Ellen, "Can I speak to my XO?" Ellen says of course, and trails her hand on the door frame before finally exiting. Tigh helps Adama sit down, and Adama asks again what's going on. Tigh goes for the short version: "I fracked things up good." Tigh says he made some bad calls, and Adama chuckles and says he's done that, and then asks for a drink. Adama says some comforting thing about the pressures of command. "You make the call, it affects the lives of thousands, and you've got no one to turn to for backup." Tigh says that Adama makes it look easy. Adama says, "You know that's a lie, now," and gulp his drink. Tigh tries again to get across how bad the news is, but Adama's sure they can fix it together. Then he asks, "Where's my son?" We cut away before Tigh can pour another drink and say, "Well, that's a funny story..."
Boomer, Tyrol, and Baltar walk through the corridors, escorted by guards. The crew, starved for entertainment, have come to watch the parade. Or to hurl insults as Boomer. People scream, "'Bitch!" and "Traitor!" and I don't think that second one is accurate, technically. Then we're in slo-mo for a few seconds, and then Cally pushes her way between two guards and shoots Boomer in the stomach. Boomer falls, cradled by Tyrol, as everyone stares. Tyrol looks up at Cally, who looks kind of smug. She's probably thinking, "I so rock." Then Tyrol's looking down at Boomer, moaning, "No, no," as Boomer shivers. Boomer sniffles, "I love you, Chief," and dies. Tyrol is really having a shitty week, you know? Blood drips out of Boomer's mouth and falls to the floor in slo-mo. Who knew a tiny drop could feel like an anvil? They should have ended with people cheering and applauding, since they're so into that on this ship.
Next time: the Prez takes her revival show on the road, and Adama gets cranky. Crankier.