Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | 9 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT Asking For It
By Jacob Clifton | Season 3 | Episode 9 | Aired on 11.30.2006
The fight ends, and Adama hands Roslin his glasses. "Can you hold these? Thank you." The crowd quiets down as Adama gets up in the ring. "Chief," he blurts, and people start whispering. "Get your fat, lazy ass up here." Chief's like a son to him. Every attack, every criticism, every rude comment he hands out, it's pointed back at him: not Chief for being lazy, not Lee for being fat. Bill Adama, for letting it happen. Tigh watches as Helo wraps Adama's hands. "Make 'em tight," Bill says. In the other corner, Chief's reassuring Cally: "He's an old man, it's fine. He's not serious, anyways." Which is the problem. Tigh murmurs into the Admiral's ear: "Sure about this? It's your funeral." Is he asking for it? Or is he demanding it? The crowd cheers as Chief kisses Cally and climbs into the ring. Adama drops Chief almost immediately, lashing out with a powerful punch. Everybody is shocked. Adama looms over him. "Get up, Chief. We're just getting started."
Commercial. New Caprica: Main Street, where Chief told Cally all about the Admiral's decision, doing his Chief thing, making it sound good. Finding the light in things: "It's probably better to have the baby on Galactica anyways. You know, there's, uh, sickbay, doctors, medicine." Cally smiled at him, accepting it. "No, it'll be better. We'll be happier." He kissed her. They would be. They would have been.
Starbuck cheers for Adama as the fight continues.
At the Groundbreaking, everybody was square dancing. Trading partners. Dualla, Sam, Lee, Kara, flying out and back again, into the whirl. Ellen and Tigh kissed, in love. Kara came ramming into Anders at the bar, giggling and drunk. They laughed, and they kissed, and Lee watched, and caught her eye. Now he watches her, the new dance.
Nearby, Roslin stares, and remembers herself and Adama, snuggling behind the dance floor on New Caprica. Her head was on his shoulder, her arm thrown across his body. "Is this really it, Bill? Is this how we're gonna spend all the rest of our days?" Above and behind them, Lee and Kara danced with Dualla and Sam, and the rest of the settlement. Trading partners, round and round. "Maybe we should just enjoy this," Laura said, into Bill's shoulder. He looked up at the sky, suddenly bashful: "I am." Aww. She nestled closer. "No, no, I mean enjoy being here on this planet as long as it lasts. I mean, maybe the Cylons come back, maybe they don't, but for now, right now...we've got a break." He sighed, she listened to his heartbeat. "I've got people that want to get off the ship, move down here." She smiled to herself, knowing he'd just answered a question she never asked. "Can't say as I blame them. I mean, what are you gonna do?" What was he going to do? Laura doesn't even have dogtags.