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
Play us a tune on an unbroken spinet, and let the bells ring, let the bells ring! Play music now: play us a tune on an unbroken spinet. Do not make echoes of forgotten time, do not strike music from old broken keys, do not make ghosts with faded tinklings on the yellowed board; but play us a tune on an unbroken spinet, play lively music when the instrument was new, let us see Mozart playing in the parlor, and let us hear the sound of the ladies' voices. But more than that; waken the turmoil of forgotten streets, let us hear their sounds again unmuted, and unchanged by time, throw the light of Wednesday morning on the Third Crusade, and let us see Athens on an average day.
Two days ago, Ellen drew his face, perseverating on her one single joy across thousands of years, when the instrument was new. "That's a little dated, isn't it?" Cavil laughed. "He needs a patch over his right eye." Ellen remembers him whole, prefers to remember him that way, and John laughs: "Sentimental till the end. The Simons are prepping the OR, I think you'll be impressed with the progress we've made in memory recovery. It might take a while..." She's sure that it will, and be painful as possible to boot; he swears as they always do that he takes no pleasure in this. Ellen's so over it she's under it:
"Oh come on, John. Of course you do, you're a sadist. Why not just kill us and be done with it? Why send us to live among the humans?" After eighteen months of real talk and common sense, of watching him dick with her and vice versa, Boomer's finally watching for his answer. It tastes like apples. "I wanted you to see what they're like up close and personal. So I gave you all grandstand seats to a holocaust." And made sure you lived through it: "But we didn't die. And then you decided that we hadn't suffered enough, so you picked me up, put me on a transport. Took Galen's confession, played Resistance fighter with Sam. Tortured Saul but didn't kill him." And to save my love, knowing you could save him with the snap of your fingers: Fucked me, wearing my father's face.
"You had a dozen chances," she says as Boomer paces, "But you wanted to wait so that when it finally happened, when we'd download back, we'd be ready to admit we were wrong and pat you on the head for giving us the right amount of suffering, the right amount of punishment, all weighed out." Blood on the scales. Seven's the middle of Thirteen; Seven is Libra. I wouldn't kill Eric Stoltz but I wouldn't mind roughing him up a bit; in any case John's not liking this. "Then we could give you the approval that you've always craved." Boomer is like wait, what? Because what Ellen just described is her whole life. All the world she's ever known: that's John that did that, right down to the desperation for approval. Not God, not Ellen: Brother John Cavil, lover and father, anti-Adama, Archon and devil, subtle serpent, monster. He just flipped her. Dark with excessive bright: the hell within him.
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