Bill asks his son if he's going to ground Kara, and Lee exposits Cottle's professional opinion that she is both physically fit but an emotional basket case. For fifty episodes running, this has been true. (Fucking FIFTY? Is that for real? Did I just forget how to count or do simple math? That is AWESOME!) "In peacetime, he'd ground us all," Lee says, and you know he's right. Bill gently makes it very damned clear that this is Lee's call, and Lee expresses that this is difficult, because...some dialogue I don't want to deal with. It's like being welcomed to your own home by a guest at your party: they mean well, but they're still behaving foolishly. So I guess now is the point where the show reveals that Kara's identity as a "steely-eyed Viper jock," okay, is like all that's keeping her together. For fifty episodes this has been true. This is the point of her entire fucking character but suddenly we're too stupid? So the show merrily explains the most basic of shit for a minute, and then all of a sudden: ellipsis. If Lee grounds her, then what will happen? We're too dumb to figure it out on our own, and the show's not telling. The Adamas drink and wonder if she's crazy enough to be grounded, even though for at least the fifth time, Kara Thrace's personal craziness has interrupted a major Fleet op at its most vulnerable point, and for at least the billionth time, Bill Adama thinks that's awesome. Also awesome: explaining more basic shit. "The bottom line," he bottom-lines it for us, "is when the bullets start to fly, can she handle it?"
Whatever, stupid scene. I usually like Bill and Lee together, but that was awful. Bleep-bloop to the Wall of Remembrance, where Starbuck is sitting against the wall, across from Kat's picture. (Over her left shoulder is a photograph, of a pale horse; I can't see the guy that's sitting on him, but I'm pretty sure I know his name.) She's talking about death when Lee joins her. "So where do you want to go when you bite the big one? I wanna go right there, next to Kat." Apollo calls her a "water-walking Viper jock," and Kara mercifully ignores that one, but then pulls one of her own. "Royal pain in the ass, but a hell of a stick to have on your wing." Lee points: "You can put me right here, next to Duck and Nora. Good card players. Nice way to spend eternity." In hell? They agree to make sure to get the pictures in the right places, even if they're the wrong places. Kat's so pretty. Starbuck smiles sadly. "So what did the old man have to say about my combat report? Starbuck's finally gone off the deep end? Unfit for duty?" He said, correctly, that it's Lee's call. Because he's the CAG, not to mention that Bill doesn't ever seem to have been capable of making that call, where Kara's concerned. "Ah," she says. He looks down, and she swallows: "And what do you say?" That he trusts Kara Thrace's eyes over dradis any day of the week. She knows he shouldn't. "So you don't think I'm nuts?" He grins wryly; he's so cute in 3.5 it's unbelievable. "I didn't say that. You're a raving lunatic, as demented and deranged as the first day I met you." And you're a bastard, she says, and they laugh. The candles in the Hall are dripping like rain, like the water on a Basestar; like the tent in Dogsville. "Look, um. Stress has made us all twitchy. After what that Cylon put you through on New Caprica you've had more than your share." The wax from a yellow candle, and a blue, and a red, dripping down onto the deck. Forming the Eye. "Get some rest. Or you will start seeing things." She nearly weeps, but smiles instead.