The Fleet -- what's left of it -- runs practice drills as Adama walks around Galactica all alone, putting things right, the placement of objects. Outside they form up, Racetrack and Galactica's CAG, Kat, on point, with the Admiral watching every move. They do spaceship things, in space, I don't know what. Something happens and everybody yells at each other and Kat aborts the maneuver. Helo, the Galactica XO, acknowledges the abort and notes she's running out of fuel. Bill says not to bring them in, but to send out the "tanker bird" so they can use this time to practice refueling in space. Helo worries: they've already run this drill sixteen times now. "Then the next one will be seventeen, won't it?" Helo nods and launches the tanker; Lee over on the Pegasus is washing his face when they announce the launch. He heads over to his phone to bitch at Adama; he is very fat, and the Towel is in attendance, looking much smaller. Everything you want, in the ugliest way possible.
Lee, dressed on the Pegasus CIC, whines about what the hell. Adama, clearly in no mood for this over the phone, yells at him that if they can't do this simple shit in training, how are they supposed to do it for real? Lee hasn't gotten an answer, because his skill is whining, not getting it done. One of the Vipers wigs out technologically in space and she interrupts their pointless awful fight, and Helo finally brings them in. Adama throws more things and is even more terrifyingly angry; on Pegasus, Dualla shakes her head. (Oh, I love Dualla again. Thanks for that.)
Lee chases Bill into his office bitching at full strength and actually making sense: "Two ships at half strength, crews that haven't seen action in a year and a half, and you're acting like the problem is that they aren't working hard enough?" Well, it kinda is. Adama is not having this: "Have you taken a look at yourself lately? You're weak. Soft. Mentally and physically." Lee protests that this isn't about him, but Dad disagrees: "You've had four months to get your act together, and so far all you've been able to do is whine about how hard it is." Two things here: first of all, have you met your son? He's dumb and cute and bitches constantly. But second of all: I am so happy to see them fighting about something that matters and not their family bullshit. Not that I had a problem with the family bullshit, but it's a funny kind of respect for the character to have him offering the valid other side, and turns their usual estranged bitching and pushmi-pullyu love-hate stuff onto solid and equal ground, and I like that. "It's going to get a lot harder. Turn around and get your fat ass out of here. Get your men ready or I'll find someone who can. Dismissed." Lee's pride is taking some hits. He stares at his dad and then leaves.