Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Naked Lunch
By Jacob Clifton | Season 4 | Episode 19 | Aired on 03.13.2009
Bill holds Kara's notes in his hands, searching them for an answer; below them, Sam sleeps. "I don't know, I'm just groping mostly. Looking for patterns. Trying to see what comes to me. I thought that if I assigned numbers to the notes..." He looks at her and she shrugs. "I don't know."
Bill puts down the notes and looks at her; forces the words out. "What Baltar said the other day. Is it the truth?"
And Lee's laughing: "No pain no gain, no cliché left unturned, as Kara Thrace returns to the world of the walking. Can she do it, or will she fall on her ass?"
Kara doesn't look, but she answers pretty quickly. "Yeah. I found my body..." She looks him in the eye. "And I burned it, on Earth. I don't know what I am." He looks at her, past her truth. She's calmer now, for having said it. For having said it to him. He looks down at her husband. "I have to ask him a question, do you know how to plug him in?" Kara, after a beat, comes around him to do so. Bill grabs her arm, tenderly. "Hey. I know what you are." He puts his hand on her back. "You're my daughter. Don't forget it." She won't.
And Doc Cottle's saying, "It's gonna hurt like hell. But it's supposed to."
SAMUEL T. ANDERS
Sam sits in the living waters of resurrection, the soul in the machine. He blinks and the world responds. Focused on getting stronger, connecting sky to earth again. Helping out the team any way he can; speaking the best he can through the oracular language of God.
Aaron Doral's leading a group through the ship, on the day she becomes a museum: "Form follows function."
Sam sits in a hot tub at the sports fitness center, recovering. The reporter's trying not to look at him, the beauty, the perfection of him. She's asking him, if he doesn't get to hold the Cup before he's done, will his career feel incomplete? Is there a point where he would even accept retirement?
"Right now I'm just focused on getting stronger, and helping out the team any way I can. Um, I..." He looks away. She's asking him who he is: the beautiful mind of science, that musician's heart, beating away in a secret place Cavil won't let him remember.
(And Leoben's bleeding. "What is the most basic article of faith? That This is not all that we are. ...C-Bucks rule." Sam jumps. "What did you just say?" Forward guard, right? Sam were good. But even in the middle of it, the celebrity and acclaim, what is he? Just another face selling magazines, another piece of scoreboard trivia. He knows there's something more. "You were just waiting for your singular moment of clarity," Leoben's telling him: A singularity; another in a series of endings that are no endings at all; another in the ongoing list of every beautiful, terrible apocalypse. apokalyptein means only to uncover, to reveal. To clarify toward a better truth. The end of something, if time existed. It doesn't anymore.)
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