Episode Report Card Jacob: A | 1 USERS: B+ YOU GRADE IT Nature Girl
By Jacob | Season 3 | Episode 3 | Aired on October 12, 2006
Roslin whips around, worried about Lee: "Why? Why no Pegasus? What happened?" Mathias still has a sense of humor -- common among the cast members who haven't been in a concentration camp for four months -- and shakes her head: "Don't know, sir. Way beyond my pay grade." Mathias and Tory, who is probably not actually a Cylon like I thought, discuss the plans for evacuation. "We've designated and assigned 500 block captains to cover each sector of the city. Each block captain is responsible for rallying and guiding the people in his or her sector along their escape route to their designated ship." (Like the Fire Marshal in the dorms! Ours was named Steve, and we called him the Hey Guys Guy, because he always smiled at us and said, "Hey Guys," and that was all there was to Steve, but then he was unanimously elected Fire Marshal for our floor in the hopes that one day there would actually be a fire, and he would go from room to room knocking on the doors and saying, "Hey Guys, there's a fire," adding a bit of levity to what would no doubt be a stressful situation.) Zarek wonders if they've been able to rehearse any of this, and thinks longingly of Maier, who could do the most bitchin' Caiaphas you ever heard -- "This Adama must die" and all that -- and you know, I miss Maier too, Tom. He sure did wanna shoot him some Adamas.
Roslin sparkles at Zarek: "Indeed. We've had three full-dress rehearsals under the guise of fire and natural disaster drills." I love the "full dress" there, like they were wearing crazy beards and can-can dresses and whatever. Mathias notes how it's going to be totally different when "the balloon goes up" (no idea), what with all the explosions, shooting, chaos, panic and total death happening everywhere. Roslin's equanimity is still unmatched: "They'll do fine. These people know that at some point, they're gonna be responsible for saving themselves. All we need to do is be ready and hope for the best." Roslin's equanimity is matched only by her redundant thoroughness: "What about Maya and Isis?" she whispers to Anders. He very nearly points his thumb back over his shoulder at the last scene, where they discussed it not five minutes ago, but he drops the 'tude because she's a lady. "I'm on it. I've got my two best shooters here. They're gonna be their escorts and make sure they get back to the ship." Roslin's inability to get out of conversational culs-de-sac is matched only by that of her buddy Lee Adama: "Gentlemen, I can't tell you why, but it is imperative that this woman and her child get off this planet. I trust you because I trust him." Is she back on the chamalla? Does she know she just had the same exact conversation three times with the exact same people in less time than it takes to smoke a Virginia Slims Ultra-Light 100? If you should ever wish to do so?