Gaeta comes rushing up to the Sergeant standing guard, claiming he's got direct presidential authorization to speak with Gaius; the Sergeant blows him off. Chip Six, as Gaius dies: "That's it, Gaius. Deep breaths. Deep breaths."
"That's it, Gaius, Deep breaths. Deep breaths," says a Six, smiling like Caprica, as Gaius awakes, in a resurrection pod. He doesn't move, just stares up at her above him. "The first time's the hardest. You're doing wonderfully." There are three identical Sixes, attending to him. Playing midwife. He stares around, covered in goo. The three of them smile at each other at his shock, then elation: he's alive. "I'm alive. Thank God, I'm alive!" The Six above him, in whose lap he sits, visually, smiles down like a virgin: "I always told you to have faith." He addresses the Six on his right hand: "Then no one was betrayed. I was never one of them. I am one of you." I mean to say that Gaius Baltar, hair down to here, beard gone wild and woolly, having just learned that he is possessed of immortal life and that he's been washed clean of all his sins, addresses the woman on his right. The Six above him strokes his face and hair: "Is that what you think, Gaius?" He speaks to himself, the usual: "I always knew I was different. Special. Maybe a little gifted." The Six above strokes his face; the Six on his left hand strokes lower. "Oh..." he says, surrounded by Six; the Six on his left hand begins to draw blood. He chuckles sexily, then yelps that she's hurting him; the other two Sixes join in, stripping him of flesh. His blood clouds the water as he screams: "What's wrong?" The Six on his left is clear: "You are, Gaius. You're not Cylon, you're human. And you're dead," she says, loud, pushing him under. The pod becomes a deep and dark pool -- water, not the stuff of resurrection, marred with his blood -- and she follows him down, pushing him deeper, kissing him passionately: her lips on his.
Gaius lies on the floor, the Sergeant astraddle him, enjambed on his body, administering CPR. He begins to breathe again. Gaeta (Come! On! It couldn't have been Gaeta?) runs for Doc Cottle. Gaius lies on the floor, forgotten, and the sing-song nursery rhyme music plays again, into the credits. 41,403 survivors this week: add Sharon, Hera, and Gaius. No Caprica yet, on the official roster. Hopefully never. Love makes you do some pretty low stuff, though. Watch.
Lee leads Chief through the Hangar Bay toward a whole new set: Joe's Bar, which I would assume proceeds directly from the destruction of Cloud 9 and the host of civilians now aboard Galactica. There are people playing pool, listening to loud bar music, drinking themselves silly, yelling, all that stuff. Chief giggles. Apollo introduces him to the barkeep, Eponymous Joe, in a way in which it is made clear that Lee spends a shitload of time here. Joe offers him some of "the good stuff," and Chief good-naturedly chuckles about how he is grateful, because it's not like he's going home tonight. Oh? Ho ho ho! You don't say, Galen. Getting a little hard, up at camp Whiny Pines? (Two men who married the easy choice, the girl that was in love with him, the one that wasn't scary or complicated; two men who settled. He'll never love her as much as she loves him. Two men seeing the cracks for the first time in "normal," in the lives they wanted on New Caprica, the cracks in everything they wanted. To be the kind of man who could overlook the damage he'd already done before marriage was even in the equation. The way she apparently can. These two heroes. I'm not going to gloat; I'm sad.) Apollo's shocked: he thought he was in this club alone. Has Chief ever laughed this much in a scene? How much of this is theatre? Chief cracks they should have sold tickets such was their fight, and toasts to marriage: "Why we build bars." I hate to see anything caged; they order another drink. It's harsh on their throats, and they shiver, but they keep drinking.