Episode Report Card Jacob: B- | 1 USERS: C YOU GRADE IT Can't Stop The Signal
By Jacob | Season 2 | Episode 13 | Aired on January 19, 2006
Boomer -- still screaming -- starts bashing her head against the reinforced glass, where Helo's face is. Where do you go when you can't get out? Helo starts yelling for her to stop, eventually picking up the phone and screaming futilely into it as she continues to smash her head against it. There is blood. She screams and thrashes and bares her teeth at him through the glass for a second. It is horrible. Helo keeps shouting for her to stop, think, listen, but she's gone. Marines with guns rush in and try to stop her, but she continues to fight, and scream. I wish this were the worst thing that happened to her this week. It's not.
Apollo briefs his tactical team in the Raptor. The plan is to land and find the explosives on the Daru's FTL. A Marine picks up some crazy talk on the wireless: "None of us want to die, but the fighting must end. If my sacrifice sends a signal to the Cylon that brings peace, then it was worth it. I do this for my children, and for the children that will follow them. Gods willing." Apollo screams for the Raptor pilots to pull out from the refinery. "Demand peace, demand peace." They pull out just in time, and the place explodes. A bunch of bodies come spilling out, into space. These people are idiots.
Commercials. Peaceful, earnest violins play over a floating fetus. "Life. Fragile, peaceful and innocent. What starts as microscopic matter one day has the power to change" -- and the Cylon glow starts moving on the fetus's spine -- "…everything." As the baby turns to look at us, we fade to the Battlestar Galactica logo, slowly unfolding on us, and the poundy drums enter in. That's my GIRL! Fuck YEAH! There was this ad that ran in the X-Men comics for a few months back in the '80s, three cute little kids in black-and-white shots and little five-year-old Franklin Richards at the end, with a stamp across his face that said "MUTIE." The ad read It's 1987. Do you know what your children are? (Paid for by citizens in support of the Mutant Registration Act.) and it gave me the freaking creeps for a long time, but it taught me something interesting about fiction, which is that sometimes you need to get snuck up on in order to step back and understand how much the fiction has actually gotten to you. I still have that ad on a t-shirt somewhere. You know, I'd give props to the Sci-Fi Channel department that did this, only the same week they also did a house ad that involved a man blowing into the anus of a schnauzer. I can't roll with that.