Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: B- | 2 USERS: D+ YOU GRADE IT Speaking Truth To Power
By Jacob Clifton | Season 3 | Episode 8 | Aired on 11.16.2006
"So what did you do?" Laura asks Bill. But they're not alone: "I made a bad call. His ship was gone. No ejection on dradis. No distress call. He was dead. So I left." Tory wows: "But the Lieutenant did eject, obviously, and somehow survived in his ejection seat long enough for the Cylons to find him." She's mostly wowing and a little bit going "For REAL?" She is so good! She says more in one line than most of them are allowed to say in five, but they're all that good, and I'm not complaining, because these scripts are already short enough. Roslin gives some classic motherfucking Roslin: "Could you both give us a moment, please, thank you, Tory, and thank you very much, Lieutenant, I appreciate it." All one sentence like that, you know how she rolls. She is strange and unusual. Tory leads Bulldog out with the dubious delights of checking the Fleet registry for the paltry if extant survivors of his family line. He's like, "Awesome, did you know every single human died?" but something is better than nothing. Bulldog leaves with sweet Tory...
...and Roslin looks at Adama sweetly. He is sad beyond belief; he's the kind of self-hating sad that only Kara usually gets to be. "So are you gonna tell me what really happened?" asks Roslin. He looks down -- not because he doesn't respect her, but because he's afraid of losing her respect: "You're gonna have to trust me on this one, okay? It's my mess. I'll fix it." Bill stands, at attention; Roslin finally, unwillingly, leaves. Alone, Adama stares around. And then beats up a chair. You don't think to worry about him, you don't worry about the hits he takes, because he's strong: that's what he does. You don't think about what this takes out of him. I know it's just a one-off in the middle of a half-season of two-parters and To Be Continued, but this is real: you don't think about the hits he takes until they remind you, and then it hurts.
Three walks through the Galactica corridor, wearing D'Anna drag. I have this weird issue with the name "D'Anna," because I think it's the name of somebody who's got a sister named Misty and a brother named Forest -- and people named D'Anna and people named Misty and people named Forest are categorically terrific and classy, so don't email me -- but it's completely regional and completely personal when I say I hate the name D'Anna. And one thing I despise about this very nice little episode is the fact that I kinda have to call her D'Anna from now on, because Bithya-Three still sounds like a speech impediment. I'm not going to worry about it this week. Three walks through the Galactica corridor, wearing D'Anna drag. Marines follow her down the hall, and meet her coming. She turns a corner; there they are. She backs up and sees another set. She backs up; a Marine pulls a gun. She runs to a hatch. It reads "END OF LINE"; and...if they box Three because Lucy Lawless has a high quote, I will go berserker crazed. I mean it. Marines come in from both sides, and Three gets scared; the Marines assemble around her. And here is what she -- standing before a hatch that reads "end of line," a phrase I was told meant nothing -- says: "Fire." And they do. They do. Three awakes from the dream, shaking and confused. But it's okay; she's in Gaius's cell. Naked. Sexy naked. In a large four-poster bed. With Gaius. Sexy Gaius. And also...a Six, who needs no "sexy" before her name. And the music goes like this: "Chip Six Crazy Music...Cisum Yzarc Xis Pihc...Chip Six Crazy Music...Cisum Crazy Xis Chip..." like a crab canon of sexy robot in a math I don't know yet. And there in the bed, naked as all get out, is a Six. Threesomes for real! With robots!