Billy says that, at the very least, he would have expected honesty between Dualla and himself. She makes that What The Eff face she makes so well, but not as much as after the following: "...But you knew you were gonna be here with him today, and you let me propose to you." Dualla tries to interrupt -- and again, I'd like to actually know what the situation is, here, but Billy's not having it: "I know that giving you that ring was stupid. That's fine. And maybe this wasn't gonna work out between us. But...you should've told me about this." Okay, that's sad. "I know I fucked up by pledging my love to you." That's such a boy thing to say. "If only I had not proposed marriage yesterday, you would not have traveled into the past and liked Lee Adama months previous to that point in time." And again, Billy's filling in the blanks, but at this point, we shouldn't have to; the last time we saw Dualla and Lee, he was getting all shruggy with her and telling her they had no relationship. That was literally the last time. And now they're either meeting as friends (which is disproved by this scene), shacked up for two days (which is a big stretch even though they are both easy like a Sunday morning), or somewhere in the middle. But like, if we don't know what the hell, and we're somewhat omniscient, then how does Billy know enough to freak out about it? Where is the emotional core of this show? Did we leave it on Prometheus? This is all plot, plot, plot: "Billy sees Lee and Dualla having a drink. He freaks out. Dualla stammers and drools and Billy calls her a betrayer. Because later, he's going to be a Big Man and take a bullet, and she'll feel bad then." A lot of the time the acting caulks this shit together, but not this time. There are actual facts we need for the acting to make sense; the story doesn't track. It's not "Black Market" or anything -- it's one of the better ones of the six -- but...we used to be able to juggle the emotions and relationships of two, four, six...hang on...like fourteen complete, complex, real people, in every episode, and all of a sudden we're not capable of doing that? What changed? (In fairness, the episode gets better with each passing minute, and I think what changed were the stakes, because this stuff stops mattering. However, you shouldn't have to worry about stuff like this, because it really takes you out of the thing the first time around.)
So off of Dualla's 404 regarding "you should have told me about this," Ellen enjambs on the subject of how "...it's hard, you know? To choose the people we fall in love with. To love only one person at a time." Bored of this crap so, so fast -- because Love is for Grownups, and neither of them actually are -- Apollo sees Dana Delany acting sketchy. Finally. She and Baltar could have a twitch-off any day of the week. But apparently nobody would notice anyway. "People like us," Ellen continues, "are more complicated." This gets Lee's attention, the "us," and he looks away from Dana Delany all, "The hell?" But let's think about it: ambitious? Check. Puts his own ethical system above the letter of the law? Check. Loves Bill Adama but also kind of hates him? Check. Loves to hate/make out with Colonel Tigh? A world of check. Capable of carrying on parallel romantic relationships with more people than you have fingers on which to count? Check. Frequent beneficiary of the exasperated indulgence of Laura Roslin? Check. Frequent bouts of fantasy involving a threesome with Kara Thrace and another party? Check. You guys, they actually are the same person! I wonder if Apollo loves magic jewelry as much as Ellen? We know the entire cast are all huge fucking fans of fresh, delicious grapes, so they've got that in common.