Tigh continues his rounds, popping in to the brig. Not the brig where Apollo and the Prez are; another one. Boomer sits in shackles in a large cell. Tigh enters the cell, and we see that guards are in there with Boomer, guns at the ready. Tigh menacingly walks around Boomer, staring at her. The bandage on her cheek is stained with blood, and I swear to you, at this point I thought, "Gee, if someone punches her right there, that'd suck. But it would also be funny." Boomer finally asks how Adama's doing. Tigh continues orbiting her as he grunts, "You bungled the job, if that's what you're asking." Boomer sighs, "Thank the gods," and Tigh promptly backhands her. Right on the jaw, too. Excellent. Tigh asks how many of their pilots are Cylons. Boomer doesn't know. He asks who ordered her to shoot Adam. She says, "No one." Then she adds, "Just get it over with, you frakkin' coward." Tigh punches her, knocking her to the floor, and then hits her with a blipvert of the door with the "3" on it. Er, okay. Tigh asks one of the guards for a gun, and aims it at Boomer's...neck? That's a little odd. Boomer tells him again to get it over with. Tigh remembers his basic anatomy and moves the gun up to the side of Boomer's head. Ah, that's better. But another blipvert of Adama at the door causes him to shove Boomer down, return the gun, and exit. Boomer sobs on the floor of her cell. So it's pretty much status quo for her.

Kobol. Tyrol's squad reaches the ruins of the Opera House. I'm sure that, on the way, Tyrol put a baby bird back in its nest, and also built Cally some comfy yet fashionable shoes out of leaves and bark. Meanwhile, Crashdown has managed to accidentally set his own hair on fire. I'm just saying, they might be overdoing Tyrol's competency just a tiny bit. So: Targ finds the missing medkit. They prepare to head back. Well, that was easy to recap.

And now they're in the woods, headed back to the others. Cally grumbles that she shouldn't have to carry the medkit, since Targ is the one who forgot it. Targ explains that he's on point. Tyrol joins the banter by offering to put Targ on "hangar deck mop-up duty" next week. Ah, the first flaw in Tyrol's competence. Listen, Tyrol, you're in a war movie now. You know what happens when people talk about the future in war movies? Targ protests that Crashdown should be the one on mop-up duty. And immediately the glade is sprayed with gunfire. As is Targ's chest. Well, it's a good thing they got that second medkit, right? The shots are coming from the top of the ridge they're passing under. As the shots continue, Tyrol hands Cally his rifle and they both fire up the hillside while trying to get to Targ. Targ occupies himself with some writhing and screaming. Another spray of bullets catches Targ in the leg. And then Matthew Modine finds out the sniper is a woman, and then he thinks he's a bird, and then he rents an apartment to Michael Keaton. Wait, actually, Cally fires up the hill more or less randomly as Tyrol finally manages to run over to Targ and pull him to a slightly more sheltered spot under the ridge. Tyrol keeps telling Targ, "You're okay, you're okay," which, if I were Targ, would bug the hell out of me. Then Tyrol hoists Targ up across his shoulders, and it's really wrong that at this point I was thinking, "Oo, Tyrol's using Targ as body armor! Good thinking!" Tyrol carries Targ toward the camera, and Targ screams in pain.