Roslin and Adama sit quietly. He looks incredibly old. He sighs, and she watches his face, begging him to give her the left-field lie that will acquit her. The "Lie To It About Earth" ruling that will keep her campaign alive. Adama: "Do we steal the results of a democratic election or not? That's the decision. Because if we do this, we're criminals. Unindicted, maybe, but criminals just the same." Laura nods: "Yes, we are." Hoping he'll okay it, hoping he'll for once provide the rudder without the "ethics" bullshit that goes along with it. "You won't do it," says Adama. Her face falls, because she knows he's right: whatever he says next, she won't do it, because his blessing is essential, because he's the biggest liar there is. "We've gone this far, but that's it," he adds. She's not feeling this. "You try to steal this election, you'll die inside," he explains. "Likely move your cancer right to your heart." She starts to cry, because he's right, and she knows that in her body. "The people made their choice," Adama concludes. "We're gonna have to live with it." Roslin chokes: "It's the wrong choice." He knows that, and says so. He looks away, and she stares at him, nods to herself. Whispers this next: "All right. All right. All right." She drops her shoulders, weight gone, new weight on top, and smiles sadly at him: "So that's it. We just give it up, just like that." But he's the biggest liar: "The battle, perhaps. But not the war." Nope, motherfuckers. The war, too. She smiles, because at least they're okay. At least he brought her back, and she didn't lose him in the process.
Episode Report CardJacob Clifton: A+ | 1368 USERS: B-
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