So Danny comes running up begging for a second of Chief's time: "Excuse me, sir? Hi, um, I don't really know who I'm supposed to talk to about this, but I don't really think I'm what you guys are looking for. I don't really have the skills?" He's like every memory you have of being forced to go to Daru Mozu Summer Camp, all at once. Figurski checks his clipboard: "Says you're a farmer." Chief's like, "Exactly what we need," and Danny nods. "No, I don't, not really. See, I worked on a farm for a summer, because I was saving up to go to college. Architecture. But then the Cylons attacked, and now ... I'm a farmer? How is that fair? How is that in any way fair?" The dignity with which he says this last line... Sesha Abinell got to me, but this kid broke my heart. Just broke me, I'm serious. Chief motions Figurski over and they confab: "We make an exception for this guy, there's gonna be fifteen more right behind him." Chief points out how he's just a kid, but Figurski's not feeling him. Remember Pegasus. "Fine," Chief says. "Put him in the ship. Uh, look... this is just a temporary thing, okay?" Danny doesn't even hear him anymore. As the Marines drag him away, and Chief promises it's not permanent, Danny cries: "Uh, wait. Hold on. I am not a farmer. No, wait, can you just check my record? I...no, no, excuse me. Who am I supposed to talk to about this?" Imagine what it was like on New Caprica, when the civilian police came to your door; when the Centurions came bop-bop-boppin' up that bunny trail. "Is there somebody I'm supposed to talk to about this?" But there's nobody. "You don't understand. I'm not a farmer! Stop it! I'm not a farmer!" And then Danny Noon is gone, to the Daru Mozu. How is that in any way fair? How do you answer these questions?
Episode Report CardJacob Clifton: A- | 1351 USERS: B-
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