In one of the water tanks, Cally calls Tyrol over to look at a section of the tank. She says, "It looks like burn marks from an explosive," and hands over a chunk of singed metal. Tyrol sweatily observes that the metal is so rusted that it's hard to tell. Cally stares at him. Looking back at it now, it seems like Cally should have been a bigger player in "Litmus," because she had plenty of reasons to be suspicious of Tyrol.
In the conference room, it's Tigh's turn at the podium. He says that there are five systems nearby containing planets that might have water. Adama tells him to come up with a plan for the Raptors to search each system. The Prez asks what the chances are that they'll find water. Tigh gets a gleam in his eye and harrumphs, "Now you want me to guess, I take it?" Hee. Without looking up, Adama sniffs, "Colonel." Tigh apologizes to the Prez and admits, "Most planets are just hunks of rock or balls of gas. The galaxy's a pretty barren and desolate place when you get right down to it. That's why I drink." The Prez asks Baltar to "share the results of [his] study." Baltar eschews the podium, and explains that he's calculated how much food the civilians in the fleet need. He says, "The current civilian population of 45,265 will require, at minimum, 82 tons of grain, 85 tons of meat, 119 tons of fruit, 304 tons of vegetables and...2.5 million jps of water." Apollo, slow as always, asks if that's per month. Baltar answers,"Per week." And maybe next season we'll find out where all that food is coming from!
Caprica. Day 10. Helo peers through some binoculars at Boomer's Raptor, around which several Cylon robots stand. Helo says, "That's what you get for coming back for me." Boomer says, "Frack!" Later, later. Boomer complains that she thought they didn't spot her coming in, and insists, "I set the jiggers to pulse." Hee. I don't know what that means, but at least they're making the technobabble entertaining. Helo's pretty Zen about this development, but Boomer goes on listing all of the precautions she took. Helo finally smirks, "Never send a pilot to do an ECO's job." Boomer whines that she can do Helo's job, but Helo says, "I guess that's why the toasters are crawling all over our ride outta here." He asks if she has a plan B. Boomer says that plans B through E are all the same: "Get off the planet and get back to the ship." But what of plan F, Boomer? What of plan F? She jumps up and tells Helo to come along. He asks where they're going, and she grumbles, "Don't ask questions, just follow your pilot." Helo says, "Yes, Sir," and follows Boomer downhill through the rain. Then, if you pause it at just the right second, there's a subliminal message instructing me to forget I ever saw this scene. For real. Or, okay, maybe I was just sleepy.