Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT He That Believeth In Me
By Jacob Clifton | Season 4 | Episode 1
"Right... Oh, Derrick. That's your little boy, isn't it? The one in sickbay." Jeanne pushed his picture through the bars at Gaius, weeks ago, but she doesn't begrudge him the vagueness. "Yes, I -- I'm praying for his recovery," says Gaius. Like she asked him to, over and over, back when she had just begun making up this strange, this brave new religion. "Really?" she asks sweetly. "Oh, thank you." He assures her it's a pleasure. They all stand around awkwardly looking at each other: too much intimacy already, without the underpinning of experience.
"So ... What's the game plan, ladies?" Paulla nearly smirks at him. "Game plan?"
He nods at their sad little shrine, gestures at the walls. "Well, this place is brilliant. Really. You know, it's beautiful. Just...when am I getting out of here? When am I getting off the ship?" Anywhere but Galactica. Anywhere would be more anonymous, less guilty, less populated with the faces of his shame and his persecution. Anything.
Jeanne protests that security's too tight, which Gaius translates as a lie meant to entrap him forever. Paulla levels him with a look like a razor: "Gaius, none of the other ships will have you." The Maiden measures it out and the Mother knits it together, but it's the Crone that clips that bastard off. Watch.
"Uh, we'll be back?" says Jeanne sweetly, and they take off, and he's left alone with only Tracey for company. Well, and his thoughts. He always has those.
"Yesterday, you were facing execution," says Six. "Today you're free. Why the long face?" He immediately begins whining, as he always does when she comes to him, and which so rarely goes well. Whining, to angels, sounds like the tiniest, least sexy violin every built.
"Oh gee, I don't know. From President of the Colonies to...this, king of fools, probably best to be hated by everyone than loved by this lot, doomed to live out the rest of my life in this loony bin, I don't know. That might have something to do with my rather savage mood swings." He drops to his knees, wiped out. Gaius in a box. She kneels before him and chuckles. "Relax, Gaius. You think I've brought you this far just to let it end here?"
"I need some encouragement. A ray of hope about the future. An inkling..." She caresses his face. "You've got me. I'm here for you."
Tracey watches for awhile, and then notes that it's really kind of beautiful, this prayer.
Six's word, not mine, and played for laughs. But in his bad moments, in the darker moments of Dr. Gaius Baltar, she comes to him. And tells him that she loves him, even if nobody else in his world loves him, she does, and God does. She convinces him he's going to make it, she promises she'll be the ground beneath his feet, that she will bear him up and make him strong, that every sin that he confesses only increases God's love for him... Can we call the Six Fugues prayer? Is that weird? Because I can't really see a difference anymore.
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