Battlestar Galactica
Dirty Hands

Episode Report Card
Jacob Clifton: B+ | 1 USERS: A+
The Engine You've Built With Your Blood

She knew. All that time, all those choices, all that long ago: she knew. Remember Pegasus, I kept saying, after the Circle: Remember Pegasus. Even when we met her, even when Kara said her eulogy, I wondered how you live with that in your history, in the walls; how do you go on living where that can't happen, when you've seen for yourself it can? How do you pretend it never happened when it's all over you? How do you keep your hands getting dirty when your hands are all over it? There's lots of yelling, in the bay. Lots of hands, and crazy music, and the tylium floods down, through and into wherever it goes. Figurski wonders: weren't there some maintenance jobs they were subbing out to the civvies in Dogsville? Chief shakes his head: he doesn't know enough of them. Galen means physician. He's the Cottle for the ship, for the Vipers and the Raptors; it's not only the color of his collar that made him perfect for the union on New Caprica. Pollux asks him if she's ever getting rack time; he blows her off in that Helo-bureaucratic way. Everybody else (Figurski) makes fun of her for the ringing in her ears, but it's not funny. Some cute dude says a bunch of stuff to some Raptor pilot about how this and that, and she takes off in her tank, and Seelix comes into the bay, bearing laundry. It took these people two years to do their laundry, but now? Every week with the laundry.

Seelix yells at the hands on deck to grab their crap before she chucks it in the "cycler," so thing I really like about this episode is how it steps into the terrain of science fiction in ways that don't offend me, if you know what I mean. The whole "inheritance of occupation" issue is so totally Greg Bear, who is in turn so totally my boyfriend; the mention of how they get rid of crap in the cycler, I like that. It's not that I hate science fiction so much as I hate the ease with which you can reach for its tropes, if necessary. Speaking in the language of sci-fi is fine, as long as it's not the emotional language of sci-fi, which is four words long at best.

Let's do the whole "who wrote what" thing again, since I'm never saying aloud the name of the person who wrote the one two episodes from now. This episode is brought to you by the combined powers of Anne Cofell-Saunders, my favorite writer on this show, and Jane Espenson, one of my favorite human beings. Jane wrote the Kat episode, as well as about a million episodes of every other show you love, and I found out today that I'm allowed to tell you that she's coming on staff for sure, as of this week I guess. So that's brilliant! Anne wrote "Pegasus," "Sacrifice," "Lay Down Your Burdens, Part II", and "Torn", and is credited on story for "Resurrection Ship, Part I". She loves Asimov, Herbert and Card; so do I, so should this show. My favorite thing she's said is how she taught in Japan, and she approaches Laura that way, as a schoolteacher first and foremost: you have to set boundaries. The whole "You have to kill Cain, stupid" approach, or like I was saying about the old people romance stuff: eventually it's time to get real. It gets a workout this episode, in some awesome ways and some less awesome ways, and some pretty scary ways too. Anyway, I wanted to mention that in case you thought Roslin was not being as scary as she seemed: this is the woman who created Admiral Helena Cain. Roslin's being twice as fucking scary as you think, and I'm here to tell you why.

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