On Colonial One Tory meets with Cassidy, the one-sandaled prosecutor. Tory's intense, and not looking quite as lovely as she did last week; there's a hardness, a roughness we're not used to. She and Maya were the prettiest under-40s on New Caprica: what is going on here? "Baltar was instrumental in the Cylon attack on the Colonies," Tory Foster harshes out. "The President wants him charged with genocide." Cassidy knows damn well she can't make that stick. There's no evidence at all. Tory shakes her head: "The President saw him with one of the Sixes on Caprica. Before the attacks." So, Cassidy sums up, Tory wants her to put Laura on the stand "to testify about her drug-induced visions." Do not talk that shit to Tory Foster, girl! You'll get airlocked! Tory's two modes are Normal, and Laura/Tory Lockdown. They had to be. For a year and a half, they had to be. "What we want is for you to do your job, and convict him." It gets worse. That's already worse than it should be: it gets worse. "If you can't do that, we'll find someone who will." Tory's lost. If you can't decide who you're going to be, if you can't keep the law safe from your own fear and love and anger, then you're controlled by something darker. That's what we're looking at here: can you love the law enough, can you love the Fleet enough, to stay the person you agreed to be? Even Laura can't be around for this; even Laura's terrifying will won't crack at the places Tory's cracking. Again. "This is a courtesy meeting, not a strategy session. I am charging Baltar with what I can prove." Tory looks down at her, all angles and planes. "Of course," Cassidy says, realizing this is a standoff, "I do serve at the pleasure of the President. And if she decides to replace me, I'm sure there are other lawyers willing to take up the case." She leaves, and out the door implies the finger: "If there are any other lawyers." Let's ask Captain Kelly!
Episode Report CardJacob Clifton: A | 751 USERS: B-
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