Commander Adama's been acting a little odd lately, and President Roslin is concerned that Leoben's warning might have held some truth. Just when Colonel Tigh seems to be getting his life in order, a destructive influence returns. Can she be trusted? Can anyone be trusted? If anyone could be a Cylon, could everyone be a Cylon? What would a Bear McCreary arrangement of the McDonalds jingle sound like? We ask all the hard-hitting questions.