Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | 1 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Queen Me
By Jacob Clifton | Season 4 | Episode 15 | Aired on 02.13.2009
"Don't need luck. We need your help. They destroyed the Hub, but they don't even know about the Colony. All your equipment is still there..." She tells him it takes Five, if it will work at all, and at his thrown fit promises she's telling the truth. "Don't insult my intelligence! Your children are dying, Ellen. And you won't lift a finger to save us? Why? Out of spite? Because I refuse to kneel to your orthodoxy?" God, she's so right, like the whole thing with Galen didn't prove it. Such drama! "Now you finally see the truth about your Final Five!" he yells at Boomer. Which is sort of sad, because even if I used to love Boomer I have to admit that going from getting your God's/Mother's approval to trying to get the most pathetic fucking person you know's approval is a drop indeed. Boomer's like, "YEAH! Tell us about ... that thing he is talking about!" Ellen's like, "To reiterate: I can't, you idiots."
Cavil starts screaming -- again, to poor fucking sadsack Boomer whose opinion wouldn't matter less if she was anything less than his fifth-iteration robot girl, if you can imagine that -- about how "see how she forces me?" and comparing her to "the humans that enslaved us," about which whole concept (God as despot) Sartre wrote at least five awesome plays I can't quote here because this is getting ridiculous, and threatens to quote "cut open your head." Ellen still loves him enough, as her son and creation, to be shocked by this. She says his name, once, quietly, catching up to what he's become. After all this, her capacity for shock is proof of her love for him, and makes me like her even more. Him, too: "The brain is a marvelous thing. It's a big electrical grid. Just lay it open, stimulate it in the right places, and I can trigger your deepest memory. Your deepest fears, your deepest guilt. And even the recipe for life everlasting."
Which the Colonials have done, without resorting to Simon's little drills and knives, by shooting Sam in his gorgeous head. Chief confirms that his old tormenter Brother Cavil was the first one they made, and Sam nods with no less love and disappointment than Ellen a moment ago:
"John. We treasured him. He helped us build the others." To be loved by one parent, much less five; to be treasured. Treasured. Poor John, to feel so twisted he would turn on that, to orphan himself. Poor anybody; poor everybody.
And they thought this was a good plan, Chief asks: "Building Cylons after we had already seen the cycle?" Ellen again, who thought the Centurion OTG they'd all come to love -- the OTG that treasured them -- would change the pattern forever. "If the Cylons embraced love and mercy then the cycle of violence could end." Chief's ears perk up, wondering as the son of an oracle and a priest at that, but Sam keeps going, as Ishay and Gerard and Cottle fix his tubes and keep him alive: "Cavil rejected mercy," he says sadly, recapitulating every myth we have -- and every myth they have -- on a new layer: "He had a twisted idea of morality. So he turned on the five of us. He trapped us in a... A thing. A... The pocket. It's a..." Layers. Find the word. Say the word. "Compartment. And then he took the O2 offline."
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