Election Day. All very official. Marines bring in the ballot boxes from the various ships of the Fleet, Tigh and Dee and Gaeta overseeing everything, counting them off, marking ships on a list, inspecting the security seals, opening the locks. Jim McManus in a mustard-yellow jacket speaks, as we move to Gaius's campaign, to Gaius smoking, to Tory (again) dragging the circling camera around Colonial One, to Adama, the pilots, to Laura. "It's been an exciting day," narrates Jim McManus. "The polls now have been closed for about five hours. Results have come in, and it's been a see-saw battle back and forth between the Presidential candidates all night long as we, of course, expected it would be...We're still waiting for a few more numbers to come in now, from the counting room of Galactica, which...some of you may know was a source of a bit of a controversy yesterday...Councilman Zarek had filed a formal complaint against the use of military involvement in the election process...a compromise was...reached late yesterday, allowing Galactica to provide security for the balloting, as well as civilians to oversee and monitor the situation...What we have so far is 6,282 more votes for Baltar, which puts his total now to 21,569....and we also have Roslin, her total now is at 17,754...We've had 2,981 more votes come in for Roslin at this time." Tory whispers to Laura, she's worried, they're both worried. Tory moves, scary, to the back of the plane, calls a number, ducks into a niche: "Yeah, it's me. Is this a secure line? Okay. There are only five ships left to report in. We need to move now." She's very intense and spooky and hard. "I'll take care of it," says...Tigh. ...Yeah. He hangs up, nods to Dualla (...Yeah), who excuses herself, making meaningful eye contact with Tigh as Gaeta looks on, invigorated by democracy in action.
Dualla and two crewmen meet some guys carrying a ballot box down the corridor, and ascertain that they're the votes from the Zephyr. (Don't the Quorum hang out on that ship?) Dualla tries to take them, and a hot lisping crewman balks. She tells him firmly, "Counting has already begun; we'll take it from here," and signs off on the Chain of Custody very officially; she then nods to the Marines. She opens the hatch for them, closes the door, and looks steely and sneaky. Back in the counting room, Tigh watches the door, Gaeta watches everything, as the Marines enter by a different door, the box clearly still sealed. Gaeta slices it open, and Dee stands by, Tigh watching from across the room. Gaeta opens it, using his key, as Dualla swallows. "Last one," he smiles goofily, and she nods. They dump out the ballots. It's done.