Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: C- | 3 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Breakaway Song
By Jacob Clifton | Season 3 | Episode 20 | Aired on 03.24.2007
The Chief lies in bed with Cally, humming the mysterious song. That's four. Man. I realllly wanted Cally to be one of the ones. I guess she still could be, but whatever. If it turns out Chief is a Cylon it will fucking kill her, and that'll be funny. I'll probably cry, I mean, you know me, but right now it's hilarious. However, if Chief is a Cylon, that means that Nicky is either A) Not his baby, or B) Chief loves Cally. Like in a "trumps Sam/Kara, trumps everybody but Helo/Sharon" kind of way. Which makes me distraught. Based on only this, my physical reaction to this concept that Nicky is a Cybrid, and what it entails, I would like to maintain the viewpoint that Chief is not a Cylon. No matter what happens in this episode. (How hilarious would it be if I was right and they're not Cylons? And I could be like, "Only my mindless, baseless hatred of Cally guided us through this dark time. That's amazing.")
Sam! And Tory! In their underwear! Après sex! Awesome, not least because they're technically the two hottest people left on the show, but also: of course. Of course this is happening. I wonder how much is the mysterious music and the weird networking it seems to be accomplishing with the Four, how much is the prenominate hotness quotient, and how much is the fact that they're the only two civilians (until recently, in Sam's case) apparently allowed free rein around the entire goddamn aircraft carrier, drunk or sober or going wildly crazy. Sam performs a favorite from the Sam/Kara playbook ("Please don't run off, we have to cuddle, I am perfect in my masculine neediness") and Tory sings her part well. For a sec, and then they commence taking off all the clothes they just put on, and getting hot and heavy some more. And then: the music. Tory's like, "Sweet Jesus with that music already," and Sam goes, "You hear the music too? That we already knew we both heard?" But then the pilots knock on the bunker door, and the oceans of skin get clothes put back on, and Tory sits very tiny on a bunk feeling slutty, and Seelix gives her the mean awful look that says, "And here I thought I was classy waiting two weeks before getting all up on his jock last week," and "I think I might airlock you," and, "Oh, am I going to write some riot grrl poetry about this shit right here."
Chief walks through the ship, listening to the music, placing his lovely face against the steel, like a child, eyes closed, innocent. Not even afraid, just listening as hard as he can, feeling something he can't describe. Something like water, and the sounds across the water, like jumping from the highest place in the hangar bay, like being a child again, carried by something larger than himself. Jam yesterday and jam tomorrow, but today: That thing he keeps looking for.
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