"Okay, you know what? I don't wanna know. I don't wanna know." Girl, you have no idea. Kara pushes Lee off and starts dressing. "Hey," he whines, "what about us?" She laughs. "There is no us, all right? I just wanted a good lay. There is nothing here. Do you get that? Nothing." She dares him to say otherwise, but he gives in so easily that she just screams, "My gods!," exasperated. He comes in again, this time like a friend, over her shoulder, on a bunk: "Hey." She stands up and seems ready to shoot him. "Well, that's just great. Frack or fight, huh?" He steps right up in her business: "Okay, maybe I am just a quick lay. But, Kara, I'm also your friend." True. She takes advantage: "I am hung up on a dead guy, okay? And it is pissing me off. And I don't know what I'm doing." Nice to know that, even now, she can tell him parts of the truth. Lee turns and thinks about this, the crush part and the best friend part engaging in a brief war: "Anders, right? On Caprica, the resistance fighter." Kara pushes this off, because "Samuel" is dead, and Lee starts to give her a speech starting with "For once in your life..." but Kara translates this as pity. Lee: "You haven't got my pity! Listen, you are fine. You're fine with the dead guys. It's the living guys you can't deal with." Which is ironic on all cylinders but still true. She slaps him, and they look at each other, and she grabs his face, kissing him roughly. Lee's hands don't know what to do. She pushes off, and he's a little angry and intense by now, even though the last kiss was basically an apology for being a freak, and Kara grabs the bottle and swings out of the room.

We come in, slow motion, on a flickering light, the back of Kara's head, quick jump cuts as she raises the bottle again and again, sometimes looking at a screen and sometimes away, at nothing, as the loop of Beano's death plays again and again. In just a few seconds, the bottle is nearly empty, and we finally come around on Kara's face, which is dead, drunk, unthinking, and she's losing her dexterity, and she finally drains the bottle. There's a very cool act-out here, where the camera catches her at the moment of casually tossing the empty bottle: it leaves her hand and the screen goes black. That makes up for the fact that we act-out on the same exact shot twice later on. This makes me very sad, because it's another trope that hits me hard. There's a Gwyneth Cylon movie called Bounce where her son's father has died in a plane crash, and you come in on this scene of him playing an aviation game on his computer -- about half into the movie, I'd say -- and it takes a few minutes for you to realize: he's crashing the plane, over and over and over, and wondering if that's what it was like for his dad, is this what it felt like, and it's awful, and they don't mention this or really point it out very much, but anyway it's at least this bad, and the point is that I've brought some baggage to this scene, but no matter what: it's beautifully and effectively done.