Credits. 49,590 souls in the Fleet, including Dualla and Ellen Tigh, but not Boomer. Apollo approaches the bar and Ellen's personal swerve-on area to get more drinks so that he and Dualla can continue their discussion of Billy's minor-league status. He smiles at Ellen in a personable, friendly way, like a stranger, then it clicks: "Ellen. It's, uh...it's...good to see you." Lee Adama is such a nice boy. He totally doesn't give this the "this is a total lie" spin that you or I would. The bad guys all around Ellen at the bar, Sesha's thugs, get up and start moving around, Sesha looking sneaky as hell.
Dualla waits for Apollo at their table, but Billy appears before Apollo can get away from Ellen, who's giving him some weird Ethical Slut polyamory lecture, which word thankfully my dictionary does not recognize, although it does know "polyandry," ironically enough for the two ladies currently concerned. Dee stutters and tells Billy that she's on a two-day R&R rotation. She looks around, now hoping that Lee will stay where he is, which she doesn't know is Tadpole Hell. "I'm on business, as usual," says Billy, and I don't know what he means by that exactly. He makes a sad face. Lee approaches, and Billy welcomes him, and then notices Lee looking down at Dualla. A horrible silence ensues, which Billy fills with a classic, and very spitty "I really am an idiot, aren't I?" The thin lips are back, and they're not going anywhere now. He looks disgusted, sickened, confused. Dualla tries to explain -- which I think would have helped us place this a lot better, frankly -- and Billy cuts her dead. She asks Lee to give them a moment, and Billy says he's happy to leave: "You know what? Have a seat, Captain. Be my guest." So that's two Adamas Billy's snitted at today. Lee blanket apologizes to Billy and makes a sad face at Dualla. Not such a joke when he's standing right there, eh? Apollo takes his incredibly fruity drink back to the bar to hang out with Ellen, because even though he's so hardcore and ambiguous and part of the underworld now, he still only knows one person in the entire bar: a desperate military housewife hopped up on pills.