Episode Report Card Jacob: A+ | 562 USERS: A- YOU GRADE IT There's Beauty In The Breakdown
By Jacob | Season 4 | Episode 4 | Aired on April 25, 2008
Everybody's freaked out, not least the Chief, but most of all the Admiral: "Specialist Tyrol, I want you off my hangar deck before you endanger another pilot. You're to report to Petty Officer Bassom tomorrow morning at 0600 for reassignment. Do you understand?" They shake, like men in their rage, and another part of the world falls down, and the Admiral leaves.
And Galen Tyrol sits at the bar, finally, after nearly barfing, almost hyperventilating, and the camera pulls back, back, back, until he's lost in the crowd, no longer the Chief, and a song plays that only he can hear.
MY PEOPLE HUMBLE PEOPLE WHO EXPECT / NOTHING
(Escape Velocity is attempted, but fails by wrongful application of Force.)
"Of course you have authority over emergency measures," quibbles the Caprican Delegate, "But you bulldozed this through after the session was closed!" The Quorum murmurs in agreement. And the President speaks quietly in response. "It's a crowd-control measure. I also authorized the repair of a cargo elevator. Do you want to talk about that too?"
I don't think her hairstyle is really that much like Cain's, even though she's been speeding toward the Cavil place; I think if she wore it with a lovely gold kimono dress, she could be the spitting image of a woman running through the Kobol Opera House, arms stretched out toward the shape of things to come. I think even if nobody knows it, Laura's wearing a reference to revelation. I almost think it could be a private joke, between Laura and herself. As long as I am the dying leader, I will look out here the way I do in there. Human psychology is based on projection.
"Crowd control?" Lee asks. "Looks to me like it was pretty well designed purely to stop Gaius Baltar's organization." She corrects him, "cult" being a better word than "organization," in this instance. With such political fire behind it, and more to come, it's best to be clear. Tory Foster looks at her boss, surprised by this vehemence. "Well, his 'cult' was attacked. And from what I'm hearing around the fleet, it was pretty brutal." Lee uses his father's words even now. "It was brutal. Exactly. And this measure is designed explicitly to protect those people. If they aren't gathering en masse, they aren't provoking resentment." Which, Lee points out, limits them while permitting "more mainstream worship." Tory keeps on staring, but it's interesting. You take all these different nations and squeeze them down into one people, while telling them you're not, and you watch them stratify while telling them they're not, and then...well, you can't act surprised when they come up with surprising ways to differentiate themselves. There have always been faiths beyond the Lords of Kobol, after all.