On Colonial One, President Roslin paces, pissed: "Down two more points. And this after hearing his notions of 'social policy.' Not to mention his wishful thinking he's calling 'security policy.' Are people really going to be that stupid? Are they really going to be that short-sighted?" Tory reminds Roslin, calmly, that Baltar's got the only real issue that's gotten anybody's attention. Roslin: "That's all anybody wants to talk about, is that frackin' planet." She catches herself and apologizes for her language, cutely, and Tory waves it off. "I know in my gut that settling on this planet's going to mean disaster for humanity," Roslin adds, "and I will not say otherwise just to win an election." Tory nods, resigned to Roslin's BS and constantly-migrating sense of civic duty: "As you wish, Madam President." Roslin almost laughs. "So I guess I should start packing up my office...Unless you have some super-secret backup plan for victory in your pocket." Tory levels her eyes at the President, chill as hell: "There's always a backup plan for victory." She holds her eyes, and Laura looks back, impassive. There is agreement that is so plausibly deniable that it didn't actually happen. Tory shoots a cuff and looks at her watch, saying brightly, back to campaign manager, "Just in time for the priest!" Roslin smiles mordantly: "Oh, good. Send him in."
Episode Report CardJacob Clifton: A+ | 1369 USERS: B-
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