Pulling him with an uncountable, constantly moving body of Marines, Laura and Gaius come upon the Wall of Remembrance. She continues to scream like a lunatic. "Take a good look, Doctor, these are just a fraction of the people you sent to their deaths -- rather fitting they should see you take your last steps," she says passably well, even though it's awkward. I love the implication that they could have gone any way to the nearest airlock, but they just happened to choose this route. He shouts to stop, and points out a photo on the wall. "Yes! Show me. Show me! Let him go. Let him go. Keep your guns up!" she screams. Gaius pulls the photo off the wall: "This man. His name was Adrian Bauer. He was my lab assistant for three years on Caprica." Roslin screams that she doesn't fucking care. "He was Geminese. I got him a visa. I introduced him to his wife. I am godfather to their first child I wouldn't do anything to harm this man or his family. Or anybody's family. I am not a murderer. I am innocent. Why won't you believe me?" Roslin freaks out and commences the airlocking, and as they drag him away he screams again that he should get points for figuring out about Hera shooting Laura in the cancer. Still thinking that's on the table. He makes me so sad. How much of this is theatre?
Commercial. How much of it was theatre? Adama stands up in his office, where he's meeting with Tigh and Roslin about their little comedy routine called "Freak Out The Prisoner," which was totally not faking except for the dying part. Adama congratulates them on a job well done, with the psychological abuse. "Either he's got more stones than I gave him credit for," says Tigh, "Or..." Enjambment, but this is Tigh -- Adama knows what he's thinking: "Or he knew you were bluffing." Because the truth, that Gaius doesn't know shit about jack, is too sad to even consider seriously as a possibility. Tigh stands and asks what next, what possible abuse they can engage him in now that they're halfway to V For Vendetta with the creepy fakeness, and Adama admits that it can still get worse. Roslin finally looks up, speaking softly: "Admiral?" Adama tells them about how the Colonies had MKUltra and they would induce hallucinogens in which the subject believed "their very survival was at stake." (You don't need drugs for that: forty-six episodes of that show Battlestar Galactica are proof that people will totally freak out just as bad on the threat alone. I'll spare you the speech about how that's a hallucination too, for now.) Roslin sits back with a migraine; Tigh's loving it. Adama talks about how the interrogators, given this setup, would naturally change from adversary to lifeline, from torturer to sherpa. From sinister, traitorous, inhuman girlfriend to a perfectly loving, omniscient angel, sent from God. That's something that might happen, if you thought your soul was on the edge of destruction, Adama is saying. If you were crazy. Roslin stands up, looking from Tigh to Adama: "Are you telling me we have these drugs aboard Galactica?" You had something that dangerous in your pocket this whole time? A whole new way to steal control?