Part one of the three-part finale, Re: The Colonial Fleet v. Gaius Baltar. It's been two weeks since Kara's death. Lee, Saul, Bill, and Sam find ways of dealing, such as getting drunk, crying like babies, protesting their military fate, and the like. Lee, Bill, and Laura get into it about whether or not the Fleet's legal system is worthwhile and whether or not Gaius should have a real trial, or the Saddam kind. Lee finally gets his way through the awesome power of his whining, as usual. Baltar's first defense attorney gets blown all to hell, which causes everybody (Cally) to act like idiots and eventually get schooled by Athena. Also by Roslin, who takes a firm stance on bowing to terrorism for the fifty-first episode in a row, and basically says that Baltar will get a fair trial just to fuck with the bomber for being a jerk. The second defense attorney, Romo Lampkin, has so many idiosyncrasies that they almost overshadow his total hotness. Lampkin also gets blown up, but not in a way where it's going to stop the steamy onslaught of his jurisprudence. Romo and Lee, sometimes they're like this, other times they're like this. Lots of really awesome story points for such shitty dialogue, but what else is new.
So the Mad Bomber What Bombs Defense Attorneys turns out to be beefy LSO Kelly, making this the first time he's done anything remarkable, and of course Cally's all over it, but his reasoning...I do believe that it has something to do with Athena not believing in medicine, for all the sense it makes. Adama wigs about whether or not he should let Lee be involved in the trial, since his kids are dying left and right, and they have a big fight about how each one of them misses Kara more than the other, but instead of having this happen in a realistic, non-shitty way, they have an entire conversation about verbatim how each one of them misses Kara more than the other, and how crazy that is. This happens in each scene, as over and over again we are told precisely what is unfolding before our very eyes. It's like having your closed captioning on a very special Michael Angeli Is A Shitty Writer Who Has Problems With Women setting you didn't even know about. Anyway, other things Lampkin pulls off include possibly getting Caprica to flip, getting Caprica back on Gaius's side, or both; or maybe he's a Cylon, or a Final Fiver, or maybe he's doing his job really well; stealing random shit from everybody like a loon; turning Lee and Bill against each other, then bringing them together, then turning them against each other while simultaneously bringing them back together, then turning them against each other in a secret way that nobody notices; and confusing everybody about everything. Love!
Previously, a man named Gaius wrote a book, and people started reading it. Tom Zarek worried about fallout from Baltar's trial, but even though Zarek's always right, nobody listened. Previously, a man named Ernest went to Spain and wrote a book, about loss and impotence, and the epigraph was this, from Ecclesiastes: "One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the Earth abideth for ever." It was his first novel, this dude gets his dick bitten off by a bull, and that's like all I remember about that book. I'd rather have my dick bitten off by a bull than ever watch another Michael Angeli script, or have to look at a shitty pun like the title of this episode, again. We wanted a eulogy and got another round of Daddy Theater instead. Ernest specialized in negative space: his stories took place in the realm of what's unsaid, what's missing. That is... not really the case this week, on Battlestar Galactica.
Previously, Dualla told her husband that he was a soldier without a war, and told her father-in-law that parents shouldn't be separated from their children. Laura told Bill that his son should take over as guardian of humanity's morality, maybe in perpetuity. Bill disagreed, then agreed, then wondered if he was too remote from his charges, then worried he'd gotten too close, then switched back and forth a hundred times, trying to find the balance between command and service. Sam and his wife's lover managed to reach some kind of manly grace about the whole situation. Then she died. That was two weeks ago. Nobody -- least of all Bill's son, Dualla's husband, Kara's lover -- knew how to walk the line between governance and war, how to be a soldier and a man of the law at the same time. Nobody was there to tell him who to be, anymore.
Now the Admiral's alone, looking through the files: Captain Kara "Starbuck" Thrace, erstwhile CAG and sometime assassin, drunkard and pilot trainer, daughter. He's weeping even before we join him.
On Colonial One, Tory and Laura write the names of every ship captain in the Fleet on little slips of paper, and Tory draws out the names. "Captain Elias Meeker, Gideon," Laura reads out, before the attendees. That's four. Somebody's missing.
A citation for valor and bravery, pilot performance logs, a disciplinary notice for striking a superior asshole, another disciplinary notice, a third: Thrace's file indeed.