Over on Colonial One, Roslin's having a "bad day," cancer-wise. Adama is worried, and apologizes for it after she chastises him. Adama tells her about the Pegasus's civilian Fleet, and how she dropped them like candy wrappers after sucking them dry. "I wish I could say I was surprised, but it's who she is," smiles Laura grimly. "She's playing for keeps. You've got to do the same." Olmos, who's a good actor any day of the week, rips hell out of this scene. It's astounding. He looks at her wonderingly: "What's gotten into you? You've become so bloody-minded!" Laura points out that as long as Cain's around, Adama's own survival is at risk, and then coughs like crazy. Adama gets really antsy, giving her water and patting her shoulder like Koko and All-Ball: "What can I get you?" She grins, and becomes as sexy as a person in the last weeks of life can be, which it turns out is lots: "A new body. Perhaps one of those young Cylon models from the Resurrection Ship." Adama smiles sadly. "I can't see you as a blonde." Laura laughs a little bit, and wiggles. "You'd be surprised." Adama's into it, but, like, the tree doesn't fall far from the apple, and he gets up to leave. I would remind you, Commander, that your ex was about to get remarried when the attack happened: you're allowed. In fact, I require it. "We'll see you tomorrow?" He looks at her more lovingly than he's yet looked at anybody, including his son (but not including either of his two fake daughters who will be dating Lee or already, fakely, are). Laura lets him go, and when he's at the door, she calls to him. Adama turns, wiping away a tear at just such an angle that she won't see it. "She won't hesitate to kill you," says Laura, in her most resolute voice. "Don't let her." He looks at her for a second, then books it out of the room, because: without crying, or screaming, what do you say then?
Chief and Helo in their own Pegasus brig, still in their same positions. Tyrol is lying on a bunk saying that, once they get out of there, he's going to make some changes. Specifically, he's going to let the whole Boomer thing go. Really go, he says: "I can't do it anymore. I mean -- don't get me wrong, Lieutenant -- what we did, I would do again. In a heartbeat. But I've got to let it go." Helo gets it, and Tyrol is amazed that he can identify, but Helo's like, check it out: "I'm in love with a woman I know isn't a woman. I'm having a baby that's...what? Half-machine?" Given the time and circumstance to actually consider this from Helo's POV, Tyrol's characteristically empathetic: "You really do love her, don't you?" And Helo does, and he can't let go. But if Tyrol possibly can, Helo advises, he should. Hey, as long as he doesn't hook up with Cally or Dualla, I'm cool. Oh, or Ellen Tigh. That would be wicked creepy.