Commercials. Oh, look, speaking of Full Metal Jacket, there's Adam Baldwin! Oh. It's Firefly. Never mind.
When we return, Cally tells Tyrol, "They're not following us anymore." They've moved an unspecified distance and settled down by a nice tree trunk. The good news is that Targ isn't screaming anymore. The bad news is that Targ isn't screaming anymore. Tyrol sets Targ down and tries to check his wounds, keeping up his reassuring patter the whole time. Targ mutters, "I wanna go home, Chief." Aw. Tyrol keeps saying "hey" and "it's okay" and "stay with me" and so on. And then Tyrol finally stops saying those things, because Targ's dead. Cally looks down from her position on the hillside, takes in the situation, and tells Tyrol that they've got to move. Tyrol, momentarily freed from his need to be reassuring, screams something about "stupid, frakked-up crap." He must have seen the Firefly ad. Cally reminds Tyrol that they have to get back to Socinus, and packs up the medkit. Tyrol snifflingly bends over Targ again, and Cally grabs Tyrol by the gunstrap (hello, nurse) and tugs as she says, "Let's go." Tyrol takes Targ's dog tags and follows her.
Galactica. Gaeta has apparently taken a break to freshen up, and is now staring into the bathroom mirror. Dualla appears at the next sink and tells him that it isn't his fault. Her work done, she exits. Gaeta looks puzzled, and starts playing with the bars of soap on the bathroom shelf. He shoves one soapdish over next to another. Then he slides a third soapdish over. Then he gives the nod of "I've had an idea!" and leaves. Meanwhile, I'm wondering why they don't have liquid soap.