BSG
Crap. Late in editing, the visual director noticed that once again (thanks slinky red dress!) Tricia Helfer was completely flaunting nip in the medium shot with James Callis; big as a tea saucer. Unfortunately, Callis had already flown to California to hang with David Letterman (again), and so the scene couldn't be reshot. The producers refused to let the scene go forward as none of them wanted to be responsible for Sen. Hatch calling for the banning of BSG and/or masturbating to death, so they brought in the F/X guys who used what was in the can, plus their own wizardry, to produce the alternate (official) scene.
Scene: Interior of Baltar's lab aboard the Galactica. Baltar sits behind rows of test tubes and peers into computer monitor. Camera front and stage right, Galactica intercom squawk box in focus over stage left shoulder.
Sound cue: squawk box crackling to life.
Baltar: Reacts, flinch and guilty glance over shoulder.
Apollo's voice (distorted) from intercom: "Frak it, Dr. Baltar, we're fighting for our lives out here! Do you have those results yet or not?"
Baltar: (distracted) "What? Yes, right, Captain Adama. Of course! So sorry. I have the results right here, and, well, the test is very clear. There is no doubt about it, I'm afraid."
Close up of computer monitor with hands on keyboard (note: continuity, make sure they aren't a woman's this time.) F/X insert shows a lot of fancy schematics, but at top we see the name Adama, William, and in the center a flashing box superimposed over the graphics flashes CYLON repeatedly.
Voice over (note: use that Aussie intern. Who can tell the difference in those accents?)as camera slow zoom to flashing red CYLON on screen:
"He completely checks out, Captain. 100% human."
Swell music then hang final note and
screen dark