"We're not giving you the key to finding Earth," says Adama flatly. The Cylons having reached third grade at least in their emotional development, Biers goes for the triple dog dare: "You try bringing it up from that planet and see what happens." Adama (I would venture a guess that this is another EJO thing; no director would put the marks this close together) gets right in her face: "I'm setting the terms now. Make any attempt to attack this ship or the people on the planet's surface, I'll launch every nuke I've got. Lay waste to the entire continent." Everybody on both sides goes OMG and then immediately recovers. Three accuses him of bluffing -- "You want to find Earth as much as we do," she says, which with Adama may or may not be true at any given time -- and Adama orders the guards to escort the Cylons back to their shuttle. Party over. The Marines move out and Gaius stares back at Bill, pleading and breaking down in tears, hoping against futile hope that things will get magical with a quickness, that the Admiral will forgive him in this moment (Baltar psychology is based on projection), but of course there's no magic for Gaius today, and no hugs either. Cavil exits last, with a creepy leer.
Apollo and Roslin! Talking! As though they've met before! Roslin's like, "Lee, I don't know what it looks like, sorry." Bill tells him that whether or not it exists or is real or whatever, they still have to protect it from the Cylons. "If it looks like they're going to get into the Temple, your order is to blow it." NO, NO, NO. You do not blow up the Temple, you do not hide guns in the Temple, you do not frack in the Temple, you do not roughhouse or engage in horseplay in the Temple. War is so damned awful. The wireless goes crazy with high-pitched static, leaving Lee and Kara alone in her Raptor with a dead radio. "The Cylons are jamming the wireless," Starbuck confirms. "Every frequency." Apollo immediately shifts into Major Mode, laying out the game plan: work on comms and get a plan together to cover Tyrol while he keeps looking. Starbuck notes that there are maybe a dozen Marines and as many as five military on the planet, and Apollo decides they have to draft civilians. Meaning, Starbuck realizes immediately, that Sam's about to get deputized. Apollo's like this: "What? No! Frack that! What a horrible idea... that we totally have to do. Dammit."
Anders enters a bunker meeting and greets Lee. Things are going great for five seconds until Starbuck greets him, and Anders gets bitchy. "Heard you were coming down. Guess it takes an emergency to get us in the same room these days." Which, and this is important, is the opposite corollary to "no guns in the Temple," which is "no crying in baseball," and something that Anders has no reason to understand, but which really takes a beating in this episode. Right now they're in a military op with shit resources and no air support: what this means for Apollo and Starbuck (and Dee) is that "Lee" and "Kara" as concepts are not applicable. You do not get personal during an operation like this. And what sucks is that Apollo and Starbuck get this on such a fundamental level that they don't even know to explain it, so all their reactions to Anders bringing up personal shit just cause him to feel even more crapped on. I really love this whole fascinating dynamic, most especially because it would never occur to me either, but also because the ease with which Lee and Kara shift into wartime makes me respect them a bit more this week, which they needed. There's a reason they've both been CAG, you know? Not that Kara's great at staying Starbuck in these situations -- and watch for Dualla to make her look like a wartime asshole ten-year-old in about three seconds -- but Anders doesn't even have the concept in his repertoire. So when Starbuck asks, "Can we do this later, please?" it's not because she's pulling a Joey Potter: it's because this is war.