Starbuck and Apollo are going over the plan in front of the big photo of the Cylon base. Well, technically, Starbuck is lecturing Apollo on how to run the attack. Her advice (basically, "stay low") sounds perfectly reasonable, so it's not clear why Apollo suddenly sniffs, "You don't think I'm up to this." Starbuck says, "You'll be fine," in an impressively unconvincing way. Okay, now Apollo's snottiness seems justified. There's a long silence, which I like, because it magnifies the awkwardness. Finally Apollo says, "Look, you're worried that I'm not gonna pull it out of the fire with some high-risk, retina-detaching move, the way Starbuck would." He says he's sorry that she won't be there, and that everyone wishes she were going to be part of the attack force. Apollo concludes, "But this isn't an ego trip, this is my job. And don't think for one moment that I will not get it done." Starbuck says, "I hope so," which, jeez. She sneers, "We've got one shot. Don't frack it up by overthinking." I really don't think Apollo's likely to err in that direction.
Caprica. Day 37. It's pouring down rain, but the sun's shining brightly. Which happens sometimes, but it's fake here. Helo and Boomer are continuing their tour of every location in the greater Vancouver area. Helo mentions that the nice thing about the aftermath of a nuclear war is that nobody minds if you trespass. When you put it that way, it sounds so nice! He wonders why they haven't run into any other survivors. Boomer shrugs that they're probably all hiding in fallout shelters. Helo climbs a ladder up into the loft and says, "Two ways out, and a lovely view. What could be better?" They climb up, and Helo starts to unpack his goody bag while Boomer rests her forehead against a hay bale. Helo asks if she's hungry, and offers her some peanut butter. Boomer takes the jar and sniffs it. Helo continues,"Baked beans. Corn." He eats a spoonful of peanut butter and then offers Boomer some chili. Boomer promptly runs out of view of the camera and pukes. Because she's pregnant, presumably, although I would do the same thing if I smelled peanut butter and then smelled chili. I'm just a fussy eater. Helo looks strangely unconcerned about Boomer's nausea, although he does say, "A simple 'no' would do." He asks if she's been taking her anti-radiation meds. Boomer says that she was probably sick from the cold beans they ate for lunch, and says she's okay. Now I'm feeling queasy. Helo offers Boomer some water, and asks how far she thinks it is to Delphi. Boomer guesses they can be there in eight or ten days. Helo kisses her on the forehead and gives her a little sideways hug.