An Argument Against Foxholes
New Caprica Detention Center, the first building the Cylons made. Jammer paces an interrogation cell and yells at himself about how he's completely fracked. Doral enters in the usual game-show-host teal jacket. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Have a seat, if you would?" Jammer asks what he wants; Doral slides him a big bottle of red Kool-Aid, then takes out a knife and slits the cuffs around his wrists. "Can I call you James? Or do you prefer Jammer?" That depends, am I over the age of ten?
Doral apologizes on the cuffs and says that was totally unnecessary. "Can you tell me why I was arrested?" Doral explains that he's not under arrest, he's there to have a conversation about the missing three thousand... wrong webisodes. He's there to talk about the Temple massacre.
Jammer is not feeling this conversation: "All I know about the Temple is that you blew ten innocent people to pieces." Doral says, though it may be hard to believe -- and it is -- the Cylons feel just sick about it. He blames the Centurions, but what, are they going to take offense? They're walking toasters for real. "But I think if you're honest with yourself, you'll admit that the shooting wasn't entirely our fault." Jammer calls this "bullcrap," always funny, and Doral reminds him that they've always left the Temples alone. Jammer repeats Tigh's thing about how, guns in the Temple aside, it was still Cylons that killed the people and bloodied the celery. "True. And I accept full responsibility for that. But bringing instruments of death into a house of worship is a sin. Don't you agree?" Seriously!
Jammer takes a big old motherfucking sip of the Kool-Aid.
"Think about it, James. Whoever hid those weapons in there must have known we'd catch wind of it. Maybe they even leaked the information to us. Maybe they wanted it to happen." Oh, damn. This just got very interesting, actually. I might like a sip of that myself, there, Jammer. "Because some people are afraid of peace. Afraid to stop fighting. Afraid of what they might be without it. But you're not one of those people, are you James? You'd like to put all this bloodshed behind you. Get a place of your own one day, a farm maybe. A wife, kids, a life." Doral tells him this is possible: for Jammer, for Doral, for everybody.