Shelly came to One with all her notes and her glasses, and he congratulated her on the Sixes' ability to differentiate themselves. "Love the look. But it doesn't do any good if there's a mechanism out there that can sniff us out." She nodded, and brought up the Cylon detector Gaius was building. If they destroyed it, she knew, he'd just build another one; her mission, she realized, was then to discredit him. "Well, if he sees one of us, he'll know what we are..." One nodded, and she was proud to have figured it out: "But he can't say anything without saying how he knows!" One calls his little sister smart, and she was proud; he took it away again -- "Or maybe it's the glasses" -- and she was appalled. She was so happy to see him, at first. She gathered her things, he watched her leave, she sent in the Five.
On Caprica the Centurion carried the thigh of its brother toward a great metal box, as the Bucs crowd in from all sides, on hands and knees in the dirt and behind trees; one boy's foot scraped in the dirt and the Centurion fired on them, blowing the whole plan. The toaster fell to its back, scattering pieces of itself explosively, but Jean noticed there was a gap in the shipping container the thing was about to open. Sam wanted to pry it open, but one of them -- the woman who'd appreciated the grenade -- was tired of waiting. Maybe of living. She ran out into the open, threw herself across the Centurion's body, tossed the Pyramid ball to their coach with one swift movement as the thing's bullets ripped through her flesh, and she died on top of it. Sam screamed, out of control, just as Coach blew the hatch on the container and the Raiders appeared in the sky. Jean pulled him away, out of the firefight, and Sam screamed. His people were down there, scattered around the camp, cover blown and waiting to die, but Jean wouldn't hear it. She piloted him past fear, she pulled him back, into the forest, as he wept.
On Galactica, One informed Five that his model was underperforming overall. "One of your counterparts managed to get himself outed back on Ragnar Station," he reminds us, which is how the whole thing started. Five was mystified by that, although he said he'd heard it was because of Gaius somehow. "I'm not talking about that, exactly. I'm talking about the fact that you're walking around this Fleet wearing that jacket." Five loves his jewel tones. "And more importantly, that face. You're recognizable." Five just didn't get it; he was thrown. "His jacket was burgandy. This is teal." (I've always missed the Fives the most, of all the stories we never got. He's so cute and he's so dumb and he's so mean. But then, I'm still holding out for the Final Five movie, although wouldn't that make a kick-ass finale for Caprica one day many years from now?) One dropped a new garment on the table, and Aaron Doral swallowed hard. "They call this a suicide vest, but I think that undersells all the homicide that goes along with it, don't you?"