piece.
We don't want one.
Miss Biers,
this tape of yours...
has put fuel on a fire
that was about to die.
People are angry,
they are distrustful
of the military.
Yeah, with good reason,
ma'am.
ln some cases,
with good reason.
But l want to show the people
what life aboard the Galactica
is really like.
l want to put a human face
on the officers
and the crew...
who protect us
against Cylons and guard
our freedoms every day.
You might not like that face
when you see it.
What would that be?
All we really want
is a balanced story.
Show us what the men and women
of Galactica are really like.
That's it?
That's it.
And l need you
to do it now before we
tear each other apart.
The CAG had better start
cracking some heads.
Half our supply runs
are behind schedule.
(phone ringing)
Combat, Dualla.
Colonel, it's your wife.
Something's wrong.
Colonel.
Ellen, are you okay?
Oh, Saul, gods.
Oh, l'm so scared.
(Tigh)
''From the darkness,
you must fall.''
What does it mean?
Racetrack,
where did you get these?
Sorry, sir, they were
left over from a civilian run.
l've been meaning
to throw them out.
No.
(Adama)
Put them in a safe place.
Hold on to them.
Yes, sir.
You filming this?
(D'Anna)
We've been rolling
since Colonial One.
The President did say,
''Total access.''
You'll have that.
But you start shooting
anything that compromises
the safety of the ship...
and it will be cut.
(Dualla)
That hiss you hear
is an oxygen recirc unit.
We have about
a dozen CO2 scrubbers
aboard Galactica.
They all work
24 hours a day.
Get a close-up of that,
would you, Bill?
Yeah, sure.
We just finished
a 15-hour rotation.
Yeah, well,
you better get used to it.
We may be short on pilots
till the rest of the fleet
pulls the stick...
out of its collective fat ass.
(laughing)
More fall-out from
Tigh's moment of glory?
You heard about
his death threat?
Couldn't have happened
to a nicer guy.
(sighs)
l just can't believe that
l haven't been called in
for questioning yet.
Oh, you were top of the list.
But don't worry.
l told Tigh that you wouldn't
know Caprican poetry...
if it was hot-soldered
across your helmet.
''From the darkness,
you must fall...
''failed and weak,
to darkness all.''
Kataris. Not one of his best.
Can l be a suspect again?
Please.
(Dualla)
Ship's galley is next
on the itinerary.
Our vegetable stores
and canned goods are kept
in titanium lockers...
to ensure maximum freshness.
l didn't come all this way
to interview
the soup of the day.
(both laughing)
(Dualla)
Ma'am.
There comes
Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
Guys,
people are sleeping.
(man #1)
Keep it down.
(Kat)
Sorry.
(man #2)
Lighten up, Palladino.
Hey, is that on?
Are you recording?
Hi, Mom! Miss you, Mommy.
This is for my buddies
on Freighter 2-1 2!
Yeah, that's for you!
Kat!
Kat, you want to tell me
what the hell you think
you're doing?
l was just saying hi
to some of my buddies
on the fleet, sir.
Right.
So you were literally
talking out of your ass.
Kind of.
Go on, get dressed.
Yes, sir.
Castanza, get the hell
out of here.
lt's the last time you come
into senior officers'
quarters. Go. Move.
So, you must be the reporter
we were expecting.
Well, you didn't have to
dress for me.
D'Anna Biers,
Fleet News Service.
Capt. Lee Adama, Commander
of the Air Group,
that's pronounced ''CAG.''
And l suggest you find
yourselves an exit
as soon as possible...
and that's pronounced, ''ASAP.''
l think we've seen
all we need to see here.
Whose brilliant idea was that?
How did your family respond?
My Dad went crazy
when l enlisted.
He thought the military
was a joke.
A refuge for
emotional cripples
and patriotic fools.
But you signed up anyway.
l guess l just wanted to
believe in something.
You think it'll give it
more memory?
Yeah, it seems pretty simple.
Maybe just a basic adjustment.
lt's a pretty good piece.
Yeah, it's kind of