Two things. Thing One is that the director should be put up against the bulkhead and smacked for the shot that follows, which is the entire gallery shaking their heads and going, "No! No!" like the rhetoric has convinced them all that they're entirely different people than they were a second ago, and they're horrified by the implication. Which, I'm very wary of reaction shots to speechifying, because they're productional masturbation of the most mirror-gazing sort. God, how many times on The West Wing did some character deliver some admittedly ass-kicking piece of rhetoric penned by Sorkin, only to have Schlamme point the camera at some wise character going, "Man, that was some good writing." I hate that so, so much. I want to be the one shaking my head, going, "NO!" I don't need to see a bunch of punter day-playing Vancouverians shaking their heads like I'm too stupid to see which way the wind is blowing. Embarrassing, grotesque, stupid shot. Also, it's like a quarter of a second long, and Crazy Gaius Cult Lady is front and center, so it's not totally wasted nor is it that unbearable, but Jesus God. Thing Two is: So awesome!
"This case...this case is built on emotion. On anger, bitterness, vengeance. But most of all, it is built on shame. It's about the shame of what we did to ourselves back on that planet. And it's about the guilt of those of us who ran away. Who ran away." And that's Bill, and that's the whole beginning arc: we were so busy wondering if the man at the top could forgive himself, we forgot about Lee, leaving Kara to Hell and worse. Those were his people too. His people. "And we are trying to dump all that guilt and all that shame onto one man. And then flush him out the airlock and hope that that just gets rid of it all. So that we can live with ourselves. But that won't work. That won't work. That's not justice." It goes out of him. Captain Apollo rises from the ground and begins to weep. "Not to me. Not to me." And Lampkin grinning Cheshire, knowing the weak places: "No further questions."
Cassidy tells the judges once again that this is bullshit, and they agree, but we already won and everybody knows it. Even Cassidy's like, "Thank you for registering my existence." Franks offers her the chance to cross, and Cassidy almost laughs angrily. "I have no question for defense counsel." Word. This trial! And then...Lampkin rests. Franks calls an adjournment, Lampkin mutters that this is a glorious moment indeed for jurisprudence. Roslin congratulates Cassidy on a job well done, while both of them look like they took bites out of the same lemon.