Episode Report Card Jacob: A- | 0 USERS: N/A YOU GRADE IT Blackbird Singing In The Dead Of Night
By Jacob | Season 2 | Episode 9 | Aired on September 15, 2005
Roslin's all red-eyed in the Med Bay, asking Cottle how much time she has. Oh, hell. She's, like, my favorite actor on this planet and I really, really hate talking about her dying. No matter how Koresh Roslin gets, Mary McDonnell's still the shining jewel in a show full of amazing talent. Cottle's like, "Weeks. A month at the outside." Barf. Roslin paces, and runs behind the privacy curtain. I love how you have to shower with Apollo and Kara all out in the open, but in the doctor's office you still get a screen. Dr. Cottle is about as deflated as we've ever seen him. Roslin comes out of there with her resolute face: "Will I be able to work?" She starts to shake her head with horror as Cottle gives her a thumbs-up prognosis, with the caveat that if the cancer hits her brain, the outlook won't be so rosy. I hate this. I get it, but I hate it.
Apollo, Starbuck and Hotdog are in the Galactica firing range. All the practice sheets have Boomer's face. Nice. It's this kind of shit, people. Starbuck joshes Apollo about his aggressive shooting, and he tells her to shut up, all hardcore. Either he's still pissed about not getting to play with Boomer's Viper, or we missed a scene, or we're meant to infer that he was present somewhere in the last scene. Which, by the way, have we just forgotten about Apollo's relationship with Roslin? It's one of the best things on the show. Starbuck starts giggling, which is never good, talking about how Racetrack is similarly touchy. Apollo makes the valid point that Kara is not exactly Miss Manners, and Starbuck giggles some more about how Apollo's also been riding Chief pretty hard. Officiously, Apollo explains that he merely reminded Chief to keep ship maintenance a priority over this new hobby. Starbuck: "Nice! I'm surprised he didn't take a swing at you." Okay, as a side note? When Kara Fracking Thrace has to explain how to avoid people's touchy spots, you're in what we call a downward spiral. Also, the giggling starts to make a horrific kind of sense as we see the oxygen levels dropping in the firing range.