Drop The Pilot
"You know, there are those who think this current devastation is punishment for man's sins." Sam asked if that was what Cavil believed, and he answered honestly. "I don't believe it's 'punishment from the Gods,' no. But perhaps... Perhaps the Cylons have assumed the role that the Gods once had..." Sam, perfect wonderful Sam, shivered. "That's a pretty trippy thought," he said, and Cavil nodded sarcastically. "Yeah? Well, they're 1) smiting us pretty well, and 2) there's certainly an abundance of sins to judge..." But Sam couldn't hear him; all he could hear is guilt. "Do you, you know, hear confessions?" Cavil first nodded and agreed, then -- thinking about it more -- began to relish the idea. To hear the confession of God. Sam nods, gratefully, and they exit. Standing there to welcome the trucks back home is Simon; when Sam introduces them there is joy in their reunion. "Maybe a man of the Gods will bring us some luck around here, eh?"
There's an incomplete but intended parallel here, between the Simon with Cavil and the married Simon that keeps running away from One. You can see it, the shape of it, but this is where it starts and it's hard to see at first. One chastens Simon for taking his time; he recalls a Three who also had a problem keeping her appointments. (How long did D'Anna take making that documentary, anyhow?) One explained that he's letting her take her time getting the information, but meanwhile, he asked, was Simon aware of the suicide Aaron? Very courageous. Simon promised to help in other ways, and One scoffed. "I'm a medic. There are other things that I can do." One knew: "The serial-killer option. That's a fine, fine option." He doesn't know it yet, but the Sagittaron are dying down in sickbay. If he'd knew, perhaps he'd have loved that doctor more. Simon was uncomfortable, as One asked him why he was so reluctant to help his people, but then he laughed.
"This is all improv, isn't it? You're scared, you're outmanned. You're surrounded by humans who weren't supposed to be alive in the first place." The Plan was that there wasn't a plan that didn't immediately fall to pieces. "No one was supposed to be alive!" One shouted, pacing like a tiger. "Our people were supposed to be positioned to cause destruction, not mop up afterwards! My Two was the Defense Minister's yoga instructor, if you can believe that, and one of the Sixes was a prostitute. But the only one in a position to do any frakking damage was a Five on this ship, and he frakked it up! Now the universe still has these cockroaches in it, and we can't have any peace until we step on them all." One laughed to himself, choking on it. "And don't you think for a moment that I'm gonna be moved by the sweet, adorable fact that you married one of them. You come back tomorrow, and we'll talk about you blowing up that ship you live on."