Over in Dogville Triage, the Sagittarons are praying and burning herbs and wigging out; Buckminster gives his father some tea. "Stink enough for you in here?" asks Robert, and Helo subtly implies that he's being ungracious: "Yeah, it's a really potent smell." It's burdock root, Robert explains: "Sagittarons use it as a calmative." Robert laughs when Helo asks if it works. "Hell, I don't know. They're all gonna die anyway." Helo Suit is not pleased by this, of course, and nods even as he's making another little mark next to Robert's name. Soon he'll be all alone with his virtue, and then I don't know what will happen.
On Colonial One, Zarek's begging Roslin not to hold a trial for Gaius Baltar. Because all women fall into two categories, Mean Mommy and Stupid Slut -- and since Roslin's too old to be a Stupid Slut, she gets to be a Mean Mommy -- Roslin is completely obnoxious and rude to him, in a patronizing singsong: "Gaius Baltar will be tried for high crimes and treason. A tribunal of judges will hear the evidence against him, a verdict will be read, he will be found guilty. And he will be finally held responsible for his actions. If you can summon up a little patience, as I have done, we will get through this ordeal." Zarek manages not to summon up a little slapping, which I would find difficult, and delivers a speech that is even longer and less musical: "Listen to me. Baltar will get his trial, and this is what you'll get: A hurricane. The media will descend on you and watch and scrutinize and question your every move. You will have sectarian violence. You will have assassination attempts. You will have civil unrest on a scale we've never seen. Work, labor, everyday routine in this Fleet will come to a complete halt. This trial is going to bring the entire Fleet down." I wish the President were a man, don't you? You'd never have to explain basic shit to her if she were a man.