Battlestar Galactica : Spoilers ahead for those that are too silly and didn't watch this yesterday.
In which we take to the stars again with out intrepid crew of Cylons and the human dogs they are hunting down!
By now the Colonial fleet is halfway to Earth and the dead girl knows which way to go next but the dying President wants to stay special and dictates the only way to go is to follow her drug induced route planning.
The newly outed four get a new secret club going, immediately picking on Tory for not having been in their last secret club that went so well.
Meanwhile Lee Adama fancies a spot of politics and quit the military to the all-round joy of everyone else who automatically get promotions. Tho' wandering around in his snappy suit doesn't stop him from reminding everyone else they are being idiots, even if does believe the dead girl without question.
Baltar is now the Buddha of suburbia, by which I mean he is Jesus to hippies living in the bowels of Galactica for some reason. Perhaps it's a sit in that never ends because no-one notices.
Finally our friendly neighbourhood Cylons are finding it hard to get along with each other now that it's distressingly clear they have not got any kind of plan for this stuff. As one set dumbs down the Raiders the other set smarts-up the Centurions. One nil to the side that palled up with the ones that can help you inside the ship.
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