Tigh's in the Galactica hangar reporting to Adama about how the "wireless" is going crazy about the now-famous Fisk murder. "When we lose a command officer aboard a warship," Adama explains, "people are going to be concerned about their security." I see his point, but I might put it more like, "When somebody can waltz into your home and slice your neck with piano wire, regardless of your military commission that is scary." Apollo walks up as Tigh's expositing the concept that when a crew's commander is killed, they can get weird. Lee gives them the latest: "[Fisk's] personal log shows that he was rerouting supply runs, on- and off-loading freighters without command authorization." Cut to Tigh feeling itchy and sad/guilty on any number of levels. It's a great reaction shot. Apollo adds, "He raided the McConnell, and at least a dozen other ships, in the last week. I also found a small warehouse of high-value merchandise in his quarters." Adama realizes the obvious -- that Fisk was working (and apparently creating?) the black market -- and Tigh is weirded out and sick. "Well," says Apollo, "half the Fleet's working it. Fisk was getting greedy." Adama gets sad because of the opportunistic streak that exists in humanity, but that's the point we keep coming back to: barter system okay, artificial supply control bad. Got it. "If he crossed one of his suppliers on a deal, that would explain the cubits that Cottle found," Adama says (I guess he's been watching the TV procedurals with the twins), and Tigh wonders who would have done this, though. Lee, I think picking up on how thrown Tigh is by all this -- and having figured out that Tigh's hands aren't exactly free-trade clean themselves -- turns so that he's facing them both, bringing Tigh into more of an equal place in the conversation. "And they wouldn't be hard to find, even on Galactica."