Episode Report Card Jacob: D | 1419 USERS: C+ YOU GRADE IT BattleNoir Redactica
By Jacob | Season 2 | Episode 14 | Aired on 2006.01.27
Out in the corridor, Adama thinks someone is sending them a message, but Tigh (because he always does) suggests the possibility that it's the Cylons dicking them around. I like that he goes there, because somebody needs to, and I heard the Cylons do have some kind of plan, but if they spent as much time fracking with the Fleet as Tigh seems to think, they would have blown up the Resurrection Ship a long time ago on their own, because these people can be hella boring sometimes. Adama: "I almost prefer that to the alternative. We start killing our own, all they have to do is sit back and watch." Welcome to the last five episodes, Bill. Glad you could join us. The actual shame about this, though, is that the last time somebody said almost exactly this, two episodes ago, everybody got the irony, but now that it's repeated, we have to pretend nobody did, because the irony doesn't seem intentional this time around, he's saying this in earnest, because they've all been replaced for the most part by dullards with no inner life to speak of, plus the Memento disease.
In Adama's quarters, Apollo is asking the usual questions, and Adama is again handing over investigative responsibility for the goings-on. Apollo wonders whether it wouldn't make more sense for "someone from Pegasus" to deal with it, but Adama's wary: "Even though Cain's gone, her influence lingers." He sighs that he needs someone he can trust. "You know," exposits Apollo needlessly, "there were times when that was in short supply between us." Perhaps the invisible hand of the shadow economy created a forced-supply curve and created a black market...of love? Sloppy, sloppy writing. Adama reiterates that they've "both been through an awful lot," and he and Apollo stand and look at each other. "I hope that we've grown stronger for it," Adama says, and for once his psychic powers are off, off, off. Apollo smiles tinily at even the slightest approval from Adama, and Bill watches his frisky and investigative son bop out the door and straight into his doom.