Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT The Girl Who Fell To Earth
By Jacob Clifton | Season 4 | Episode 16 | Aired on 02.20.2009
Gaius hands over food to sweet little Gaius, to all the little children suffered unto him. I mean to say that Gaius takes into his hands food, to feed the children of the Fleet. The million still-living children of Gaius Baltar; a gift, to replace everything he took away so long ago. Paulla tries to do both, tries to help and tries not to kick his ass: "The Marines tried this already, Gaius, and people started pushing and grabbing... The Marines have assault rifles, not handguns." He's the smartest man in the universe, girlfriend. Don't start playing chess now, you'll just give him another soapbox.
"Look around you, Paulla, will you? Look around, can you see anybody rioting? Can you? No. There's no uniforms here. There's no... There's no sense of oppression." To Naia, sleazily: "It's just, uh, it's just one soul touching another, isn't it?" Paulla's all, "Um, okay, but we need the food. Actually need it." Just kill him in his sleep already. You're helping him more than that nutty angel ever did. "Paulla, when you share your food, God makes it tenfold. You watch me. You're going to learn something..." And just before he produces a bunch of loaves and fishes out his ass, one of those Sons of Ares studs steps up, ready for his due. Gaius slips immediately into his superiority, the old Cuffle's Breath trick, nose in the air, o to be Caprican, to leave, to be left alone by these primitives, o: "Oh, really? And who will you be?" He orders his "ladies" to cock their guns; Paulla of course immediately pulls hers out because she's been waiting for this day since she was a little girl, but he has to remind Jeanne to take the safety off, just like Cally did the day he saved her life. But the Sons of Ares, their guns will always be bigger. They pull on Gaius and his followers from every angle, and take everything away again. He snatches at food packets as they storm away, but can only grab a couple.
I am glad that we don't see the way Bill pulls Saul off the wagon again, down to join him in his misery. Too easy, and it hurts for Saul. Too hard, and it hurts too much for Bill. But now they are drinking, and they are drunk, and Galactica is still falling apart around them. "So the Five of you, together at last. Any mythic revelations?" (Jane actually wrote something like "earth-shattering," and caught it later.) Tigh's like, "Oh, huh uh." He doesn't explain that on top of the hideous sadness of that fact, they wouldn't have noticed anyway, the way Martha was carrying on: "Nothing to report sir." These two guys, they're just as lovable whether they're having denture fights and breaking hips or giggling in their cups. Do we love them because they remind of the friends we have, or because we want what they have and aren't there yet? Bill pours another drink.
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