Three considers her imperative and commits a patented Cylon about-face: "...We have no wish for further bloodshed. May I speak with the Admiral?" No. Lee's a man now. "You have ten minutes to release my people or you can kiss one of your precious Final Five goodbye," he spits, and hangs up. Over the intercom, he explains. "You want to save the Fleet? I need the others, and I need them now." Escalation, using the only leverage he has.

Will he trade Earth for the lives of the people on that ship? Honestly, do you think he can do that? Tory doesn't, but somehow that seemed to come off as yet more proof that sexually active and beautiful women are all crazy assholes and whores. Hostage stuff, terrorism like they're both doing now, makes no sense to me at all. So if Three kills Laura, and he tosses all three of them out an airlock, what then? War. No matter what, all you see is death. Maybe there's something I'm not getting. Maybe it's just an awkward third-act justification for the rest of the episode -- which I mean, talk about needing narrative justification -- with a lot of that Weddle/Thompson running around and yelling they like so much, so it doesn't actually need to make sense or be particularly subtle. Maybe it's some kind of metaphor or something about how war is stupid. Because this ... seems really stupid.

Kara looks at Galen and Sam and wonders WTF is wrong with them. "It's sitting here the same way it has been for months. What made you think something was happening?" They stare awkwardly at the shiny Viper; Sam practically starts digging his sneaker into the ground. "Hard to explain, you know. It's... it's just a feeling?" Kara nods sharply. "Yeah, I've got a feeling too. You're both out of your frakkin' minds." Rimshot! Sam takes the offensive. "You know, you had a feeling you could find Earth. I trusted you, backed you every step of the way. Now I need you to trust ours."

And probably, she would have, because weird magic shit is kind of her thing at this point, and there is something undeniably shiny about the Viper, but just then a Marine squad enters, guns drawn, looking hardcore. "Ensign Anders. Specialist Tyrol. Slowly put your hands on your heads and face the Viper," says Sergeant Brandy Harder. She was the one who let Roslin go during her very first mutiny, so long ago; she was the one Kara beat the crap out of in the Hall of Remembrance and who didn't care if Tigh raped Caprica, more recently. She doesn't like Cylons.