I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could always be good
This is Baltar's trial from another angle: just tell the truth and love the law, and the law will love you back. Ellen promises to testify to that effect, but it puts Galen into the position of Felix, long ago, when I stopped loving him. If you can't trust the law to do what you want, you must go further. Lie, kidnap, stab, whatever it takes to make the system do what you want. The Chief shakes his head, knowing they'll kill her, sure as hell. "We're all in hell," Saul grumbles, and leaves, too preoccupied for anything as stupid as fighting over the path of the woman who nearly killed Bill. The Chief swipes at him as he's leaving, but Ellen points out once again that the personal is not political: "He just lost his child, for God's sake." She runs too, leaving Galen alone with Tory, which is apparently worse than being alone. I really hope Tory gets one more good scene in the next four hours, because man she's a punching bag. It's been so long since she was anything but a mouthpiece for the worst shit somebody's got to say that I barely care about her at all. But then, I used to like Boomer too.
Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key
Chief, left with nobody to talk to, is back with Boomer, asking how long she's been going there. I say, about a week into her internment on Caprica, with Three watching her every move. She watches his face, tells him it was her secret retreat; a way of feeling close to him. She implicates him in it, asking if he remembers how often they obsessed over it. Every detail, until it was almost real. He jokes with her, saying it was her nesting, her obsession, but she smiles and reminds him of all the floorplans he drew up. Building the perfect life. They fall back into old rhythms; she almost weeps with all the times she wanted to share this with him. How lonely it got, in that house without him. Even New Caprica was a house she built for him, like Leoben for Kara, and he killed her again and again. When they talked, it was about Cally and Nicky, about the family he'd built and run to, leaving her behind. It was all in her head, an engine for dreams, an engine she built with her blood. When it was over, she had no heart left. You pick a side, and you stick with it. The thing every Sharon has to learn; the thing she learned too late.