Tigh enters her room with a contingent of Marines. "The President, Gods bless her sunny optimistic soul, thinks you might want to share how your buddies have been tracking us. So I'm here to ask the question, and listen to your lies." She's languid at first; tired. In the last fight, the Cylon discovered that the fueling ship has a unique radiation signature; they must be tracking it somehow. Saul gets a little salty in the brogue, asking what other secrets are "rattling around" in her "mechanical brain." What other songs she hears across the water. It's the angel that answers, for starters. "Don't be intimidated by him," says Chip Gaius, bringing sexy back as usual. "He's just using you to exorcise his own pain." That's all they're ever doing. "Poor old sod, he lost someone close to him. Oh, you know how that feels, don't you?" That's all she knows. "I know a lot of things," she says. She does. She stands. The housecat leaves and the shark comes in; this is the Six that asks if you're alive. This is the Six that takes ovaries, the Six that never really thought Eight was all there. The Six that brought down vengeance on Gaius, the night Hera died. "You want to know one thing I know?" she asks Saul. "I know about your loss. Hurts, doesn't it? You wonder how you can even survive it." He's onto her, tells her it's not going to work, but it is, and nobody knows that better than Chip Gaius: "She was his world. Of course, he only realized when she was gone." She looks Saul in the eye, unwavering, scary, doing this wrong. Still a Cylon, not enough human. This is Chip Gaius failing at the immediate, getting us ready for the long term. "Did she know? Did she know how much she meant to you? Or did you wait to tell her till she was gone?" Almost. Almost gone. "Bet you made her think that she was a burden. A millstone around your neck. But then you humans always destroy the ones who love you, don't you?" Her head spins nearly around, sickening, as he bashes her one across the face. She nearly grins as she smashes back; it's fairly fucking awesome, this scene. But now the interview's over, the shackles return, Tigh heads for some serious drinking, and Six wonders how you pop a jawbone back.
Episode Report CardJacob Clifton: A | 751 USERS: B-
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