"Now I've heard everything," Tigh rages. "Anders and Gaius Frakkin' Baltar. That's just what we need, another Cylon nymphomaniac." Heh. Tory blows him off, not about to explain about Kant and sex and drugs. "Don't worry, Colonel. You're not my type." He tells them all to stop meeting with each other in public. "After that scene you two pulled in Joe's Bar the other night we can't risk any more attention." Chief is anxious to leave, promises not to make that mistake again. Not after Tory freaked him out with her nihilistic bullshit and Cally ran around barfing. He just wants to leave. "I told Cally I'd check on her," he says, and Tigh wonders why he didn't check in with her after receiving the note. Which of course he never got, because Tory found him and brought him to the meet. "Oh, frak me," says the Chief. "If Cally finds the note then..." Then what? How far will it go? Tigh thinks about Ellen, stops himself from thinking about Ellen. "Well, you better hope she doesn't. And you better put an end to this affair business. Whatever it takes to stop her from nosing around. Last thing we need is for your Cylon-hating wife to find out there's a bunch of skinjobs running around this ship and that her husband is one of them."
The Chief stands behind the moons and stars, running a blade across his flesh; the glint of a razor twisting in the light. Boomer's blood, dropping to the floor; Cally and Chief making love. The Chief licks the blood from his human finger, monstrous and inhuman. He touches her, with monstrous hands. She thought it was love, she thought it was every dream coming true. The Chief made love to her; he touched her with those hands. Her belly grew beneath those hands. It's still inside her, even now. She is steeped in it. She is sick. She is a dirty girl.
Cally freaks and drops the panel; it falls between pipes and bulkheads, and everyone stops, frozen in time. The Three stare at each other. Nobody moves. Cally works her way back out of the walls. It's good to be small.
Tigh, "tired of looking at [their] sorry faces" after all this time alone with their fears and secrets and shame, leaves the locker. Cally crawls out onto the floor just as the hatch is opening; her hands are shaking too badly to replace the bulkhead panel, so she runs. Tory and Chief are alone a moment, and then exit separately. Tory closes the hatch and locks it, then notices the panel, propped against the bulkhead.
(From Paul Schrader's wonderful Light Sleeper: "A million stars were circling in the world above my head./ As I drifted back in memory to all the things we said... / The ties that bind and bless the soul, that bind me up in chains./ Your love cuts through my weakened heart and memories twist the blade... / I believe the ancient promises, I believe that I am free./ But love comes as a great offense, like innocence betrayed./ I don't think you'll recognize me on the other side of day." The ties that bind and bless the soul also bind us up in chains. Love is why we build bars.)