Starbuck, way drunk, tries to get up, and stumbles around to the pilots' cheers. Apollo comes forward, friendly and worried, and advises that she might want to "slow down." She grins: "Maybe. Maybe not." She drains the stein, slams it down, and runs across the lounge, yelling, "Comin' in hot! Checkers green. Speed 250!" She jumps onto a table, which immediately upends, and she hits the wall and falls down in a mess. Lee squeezes his eyes shut. Kara laughs, everybody laughs, and she slowly retreats, the laughing fades off to a sad smile, and she starts to remember some stuff she's been trying to forget, namely Anders. She is having a full-on Rayanne Graff moment, one of the most painful things to watch drunk people do, on-screen or off-. She starts to get sadder, as the pilots continue laughing, and we close in on her face, sad and blank. A thrown bottle in the lounge becomes the arc of a Pyramid ball on Caprica; a pilot taking a belly-button body shot becomes Anders, kissing her stomach tenderly. Kara begins to weep, still piled in the corner, forgotten, squalid, drunk.
Flash to Kara's mask, whence the memories, as she and Kat chase the Raiders around. Kat's still convinced that she's located Scar: "Found your hiding place, you little fracker." Starbuck's not convinced, but Kat goes chasing off: "Kiss your 200 goodbye!" We see another reflection, off a face, but this time it's Scar, hiding on an asteroid, red light sweeping, as he watches them take off. He pulls off the asteroid, and follows behind them.
Credits. 49,593 souls in the Fleet. Including Kat, who's making more sense than I previously thought.
Back to Starbuck's mask, Kat over the radio: "This guy's mine." Starbuck knows better, knows something is wrong, because Scar would have jumped by now, or wheeled around to shoot them. She starts looking out her cockpit for him, in every direction, but can't find him: "I'll check our tails." She flips, and the sun is in her eyes. She holds up a thumb, to see him -- and Scar comes flying out of the brightness, firing on her. "Frack! Frack," she yells, "I'm hit! I'm hit, I'm hit, I'm hit!"
Briefing Room. It's been seven hours since Kara took a header in the lounge. Kat's showing Beano's cockpit video on a loop as an educational tool. From this scene, I gather that Kat has Starbuck's old training job, and from what I can tell, she's best qualified, not the least because she's still alive. "See, Beano opened fire too early. You guys, you gotta fill the windscreen with the sucker or you're not gonna hit him. See, look. He's still not close enough. Beano's already dead, he just doesn't know it yet. Do any of you guys see where he went wrong?" She stops the video and the squad stares. "There, you see that glint? There." She rolls it forward, and the spot becomes a Raider. "If Beano hadn't fixated on his target, he'd have seen that." BB asks if it was Scar, because that's all he and Jo Jo can think about, because this episode is about Scar and they are both going to die, and we already know that. Duck looks at him like he's a total nugget. She finds another shot of Scar and points to him in close-up. "There he is, boys and girls. There's the motherfracker I'm gonna kill." Cally is like a total wordsmith or something, like the unholy child of Mark Twain and Jack Ruby, because it seemed like she made up that term a while back and it is used in every scene of this episode. And whatever, I'm not going to tell you how that term makes less sense as a put-down on Galactica than here on Earth, because apparently I'm some kind of Valerie Solanas crazy person for having a problem with the concept that if women's bodies are not dirty, prostitution still should be, somehow.