Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: C | 14 USERS: B+ YOU GRADE IT When Will The Work Be Done?
By Jacob Clifton | Season 4 | Episode 20 | Aired on 03.20.2009
Seeing her dead, Cavil realizes it's over. Resurrection itself is dead and gone. He has no chance at all but to live in a world they'll create around him, in the broken shards of the beauty he tried, and tried again, to create. Dog-faced boys, chasing him through yellow mists, and finally caught: he puts his gun in his mouth like Budd Dwyer and with a "Frak!" pulls the trigger. The Raiders swarm Galactica again, but up in the sky, another awful miracle: a stray rock hits the lucky Raptor, nudging it into position and knocking Racetrack's cold hand onto the button. Skulls' nukes fire, eight white serpents, into the Colony, shoving it toward the singularity, and ending another world.
KARA THRACE
She stands up, woozy and hurting, and Bill calls to her from the floor, where he's curled himself around Laura. "We've got to get out of here! Starbuck, jump the ship!" She runs to the board, holding on tight, and shouts that she doesn't have the coordinates. "Doesn't matter! Just jump us out of here now! Jump!"
Kara looks across CIC at the destruction all around. Slick says, "Just trust yourself." Hera holds up a galaxy in music. "There must be some kind of way out of here," Kara mumbles. The Maelstrom is a singularity that pulls her in, from both sides of time. The notes, on paper. "I thought that if I assign numbers to the notes..." She plays the song on the board's numeric keys. Kara burns her body on a pyre, far from prying eyes. "If that's me lying there, then what am I?" Only the song. She plays it now, strong and clear. "When I look at you now, I don't see Kara Thrace. I see an angel blazing with the light of God." Kara plays at her father's knee; Kara plays the piano in Joe's Bar. Kara does the math. "An Angel," Leoben says. She presses the final coordinates, and pushes the jump key into its lock, turning it. Jump.
From great noise, the groaning of a great lady dying, the sound of nuclear annihilation, off just one word, to gorgeous silence and the clinking of their shot glasses. Well done, all of this, well done. Lee smiles at her, across the table. It's an open plan; Zak is just a step down and a few across, sleeping deeply on the couch: "You're tempting fate," Lee says. She laughs, adorable and so young, leaning on the table. "If I have a fate, then it is set. And thinking about it isn't gonna make it happen any faster." She's heard it a million times, every day of her life. It keeps her moving, fast. "Okay, fair enough. But flying when you're thinking about dying and... It's a bad way of doing business. You're gonna get scared, and you're gonna start second-guessing yourself." Climb into the cockpit with ghosts and you don't come out.
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