I'm not so sure that the Beth that haunted Sarah this episode WAS entirely her imagination. It's pretty clear at this point that there is some metaphysical crap that links the sestras, which Kira is particularly sensitive to. It's possible that Sarah's drunk, grief-stricken, coke-addled brain tapped into that to…

Maybe horrible fates actually did befall all of Beth's relatives, and nobody noticed because Beth wasn't there to go, "Oh my God, they murdered my entire family!"

I agree that it stretched credibility that Evie would leave Cosima and the other Leda clones alive if she was trying to go scorched earth, but the episode should score higher than a C+ for this exchange alone:

“What you did took incredible guts. The fact that it probably won’t make a difference makes it all the more meaningful.
"I saw this nature documentary where a bison fought a lion to protect the rest of the herd. And it was so moving.
"It didn’t work: The lion tore into the bison and laid waste to the herd. But what…

That was classic Mike Judge, having Gavin spend $250 million to acquire the workforce he'd fired en masse only a couple episodes prior.

And for some reason, Grand Maester Pycelle is their perpetually exasperated captain, calling them into his office at least one an episode to excoriate them: “You boys don't follow protocol! Your actions might have saved the day this time, but they could have gotten someone killed! You two are a disgrace to this…

It makes me laugh every time I see him co-host, because all that I can think of is that he's the Robin Sparkles version of Chris Hardwick, with fashion stuck at least ten years in the past (and also somehow also still stuck in the eighties a bit — and also somehow uniquely Canadian in its misguidedness) and production…

Some how Helena is responsible for both the biggest laugh-out-loud lines and the most poignant moments. Damn, I got emotional when she buried her fertilized embryos in the Hendrixes' flower bed.

Bellamy's argument with Octavia is belied by his later conversation with Clarke on the seashore, where he as much as admits that his vengeance was fueled by his anger over her decision to leave.

I love that Alison is more or less perpetually exasperated with Donnie, but when anybody else questions him, she immediately closes ranks. Even when it's her own sister. And even when the question is a legitimate concern about negligent homicide.

"So,
uh, the thing is…. A few months ago, there was an occurrence that…
occurred on a cold, autumn night. It was very rainy, I remember that
distinctly. And the wipers on that car were crap so I was having
trouble…"

"Jared’s early life is best passed over, and parts of it he cannot legally discuss because of non-disclosure clauses in settlements, but he managed to rise above it thanks a series of largely well-meaning foster parents and went on to receive a B.A. from Vassar College in Economics. During those happiest of years, he…

"It began as an innocent celebration of our arbitration victory. I ordered a Kombucha, which I did not realize contained alcohol. It was described to me as a healthy, organic tea. Next thing I knew, I was 70 miles away wrapped naked in a blanket shaking off a meth-high, and facing charges for attacking a police-horse…

It's perfectly in keeping with the tightrope Cat Grant walks between self-mythologizing and having actually lived a legit crazy successful life.

I still think Blaine's been faking the amnesia the entire time.

Julia's rape scene in last night's finale casts the problems with Sansa's wedding night rape in Game of Thrones into even sharper relief.

I kind of hope A.L.I.E.'s insurrection in Arkadia wraps up soon. I enjoy an "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" story as much as the next guy, but the grounded human drama and politics on this show is a lot more interesting to me than Jasper and Clarke versus the Pod People.

Kind of sad Katie Findlay's Netherworlds character got sliced down by battle magic. She's great in everything I see her in, and I keep waiting for her to break out instead of be killed off.

Quentin, like many people grappling with major depression, is pretty squarely fixated on his own misery. He recognizes a bit of his own misery in Eliot, but then goes back to obsessing about his own shit.

I am guessing we'll find out next week.