Kara paces and plays with her pretty pretty hair and spirals out into crazier and crazier territory, thinks about rage and moms and Cain. Lee. The kid giggles and flops around cutely on the couch, chases Kara around the dining table, talks to her in crazy kid language. Kara picks her up, giggling, and puts her back on the couch for what must be the twentieth time. "Frack!" she screams, and hides in the bathroom, back against the door, listening to her mind shatter and fall apart and there's a scream in the back of her head and finally she drags herself to the mirror and stares into it and tries to pull it together. There's a tiny little scream, and a tiny little thump. She heads out into the room: Casey's not on the couch. But at the foot of the stairs, there's a pair of little feet, and Casey's not moving, and next to her head on the cement there's a pool of blood, and it's growing.
Do you have kids? Because that's actually the most horrific thing I've ever seen on the show. Surely there's some kind of Hays Code thing about no little kids dying on TV. That was like all of that movie IT crammed into three seconds. You know how they say like "my flesh crawled"? It's like every hair on your body goes the wrong way of its own accord simultaneously, and your skin slips around on your bones and muscles, and your skin and everything go cold, like your body is trying to get away before your brain even realizes what it just saw. And then there's Kara, looking at this, feeling her mom knock her across the room and seeing how tiny Casey is, and that's how they get you.
Casey lies in a hospital bed with a bandaged head. Leoben brings Kara a cup of coffee as she stares down; she takes it after a moment and looks up at his face. A Raider flies over. He sits and watches her intently as she sips. Fucking anything but little kids. I cannot do that shit. I would rather watch "Pegasus" a hundred times than that shit. Auugh. I'm shivering just thinking about that.
Boomer enters Cally's cell; she doesn't look up. "Hi, Cally," she says, and identifies herself in the particular: "It's me. Boomer." Not Number Eight, but the particular Boomer that dated the love of your life, that you shot with an ugly face. Cally won't look up; when she does, the face is back. "I wish I had a gun." I'd turn around and leave even if I didn't fucking hate Cally. Rude. Boomer sighs. "Are you all right? Physically, I mean?" Cally snarls at her. "What do you want from me?" Boomer looks around herself, finally crouches at Cally's side, trying to connect. "Look. A lot's happened in everyone's life, but I want you to know... I want you and Galen to know that I'm happy for you? Especially since you started a family," she smiles. "Something him and I talked about once before," she says sadly. Dumb, Boomer! Why the fuck do you think she shot you in the first place? Cally jumps up at her, like a beast; Boomer jumps back: "Can you get me out of here?" She's not sure, because of the separation of ministries... "Then frack you, Sharon. You stupid fracked-up toaster. How many times do I have to shoot you, anyway? If you can't help me, then just go away and leave us alone." "Us," is it? Boomer stares down. Question: How come Cally's the only one that gets to act like this? How come Dualla's turned from some girl into a pretty cool chick, but Cally's as nasty and classless as she was to start with? I promised myself and Aaron Douglas I wasn't going to hate her anymore, but I can't find my way around this one. I don't know what else to say. I just fucking hate her. ... No, I just figured it out: this scene is about everything I hate about her, so it makes me crazy. It's not that she's acting poorly or out of character, it's just all the things I can't get past with her, in one short scene.