02x03 - History Repeating

[bunniefuu]

TO MMY: Previously on
Brothers & Sisters...

And when that nerve block wears off,
it's going to hurt like hell.

Aren't you going to
prescribe something?

Given Justin's history of
drug addiction,

he is completely against
taking any narcotics.

My wife cheated on me.

She accused me of cheating on her

so she could get
a better divorce settlement

and she knows I won't fight it.

William. Our son should be here,

with his sister, with us. And he's not.

Look. I know he's gone. I know it hurts.
And I'm sorry.

Now you know how hard it is to love
someone who doesn't love himself.

You know,
you ended things with me, Scotty.

I think my mom needs someone
at the vineyard.

That would be so awesome.

Sweetheart, you have to
take something.

(CRYING) I can't.

Hold on. Just hold on.

JUSTIN: (STRAINING) Okay. Okay.
Okay. Good. Good.

KEVIN: I got you. I got you.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Good. Good. Good.

Okay. What is this? A bubble bath?

Yeah. Don't knock it
until you've tried it.

Look, we'll get those bars installed.

- Yeah.
- All right?

(WHIMPERING)

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm great.

Don't give me that gentle Kevin look.
You know it creeps me out.

Okay, well, stop...
Stop being so macho.

What are you going to do,
light candles now?

Yes! As a matter of fact.

Look, I'm creating
a meditative atmosphere.

It's a well-known fact
meditation can help minimize pain.

The only thing you're minimizing
right now is my testosterone level.

Check this out.

(NEW AGE MUSIC PLA YIN G)

Oh, no. No. No, no, no.

- It's peaceful.
- It's crap.

Would you just get a CD
off my dresser, please?

Okay, fine. But you're ruining my vibe.

Kevin, I said turn it off!

- What... Okay! Okay!
- Sorry. I didn't see anything.

- Okay.
- Are those bubbles?

- No.
- You have a... Oh, wow. Hi.

Will you please grab my toothbrush?

Yeah. Sure.

We grew up with sisters. We gave up
on privacy a long time ago.

You know what? Speak for yourself.

You want me to stay with you?

Kevin, I'm not dying.
You don't need to keep a vigil for me.

Okay, fine.

Back in a bit.

(WAKE ME UP BEFORE YO U GO-GO
PLAYING)

How did it go?

He'd be a model patient
if he weren't so ornery.

Is he really not taking any medication?

Aspirin. Ibuprofen.

- That's not enough.
- No.

Doctors told him yesterday,
point-blank,

by not taking the pain K*llers,
he's interfering with his own recovery.

He's not sleeping, he's not resting.
He's just not getting better.

Just because you're staying with
your daddy, Paige,

doesn't mean you can
use that tone with me.

Well, I am sorry that you think that.
I still love you.

Okay, bye-bye, Chicken.

Yeah, I got mother of the year
all sewn up. Where's Justin?

- Taking a bath.
- Is he still in pain?

- Yes.
- Bad.

Still not taking his meds.

He's afraid. He wants to stay sober.

Yeah, but if by not taking them
he's stalling rehab

or worse, risking more injury...

He could have trouble
walking, running.

Surfing. Did you try surfing?

Yes, I offered to buy him
a new surfboard.

What am I, crazy? I'm terrified he'll
become an addict again.

I know what he went through,
what we all went through.

You're not crazy, Mom.

Every time I talk to him,
it's like talking to a stone wall.

Mom, I think you should keep trying.

KITTY: How do you manage
to smell so good

even in the basement
of a chemical plant?

God, is there some sort of
presidential aftershave you're wearing?

You smell like a power devil.

Power devil?
Is that like a Tasmanian devil?

Because I think I sh*t
one of those once.

Okay, listen! Hey.

Six minutes ago I learned
that your ex-wife, Courtney,

is going on Larry King,
where she will be nastily telegenic

while also sympathetic and vulnerable.

Look, people are sick of that stuff.
They want to talk about health care,

jobs, the w*r,

why it's degrees in Iowa
in the middle of October.

Right? What?
Why are you giving me that face?

Well, because Travis has a point.

I mean, they also want to make sure
that you didn't throw your wife

under a bus in a mad dash to power.

You're definitely
going to have to talk to her.

Thank you. Finally.

So, you think that I should
crawl into the gutter with her?

No. No, I don't think
you're going to have to crawl.

I think she'll drag you there.

Enough. I have voters to meet with.

He so listens to you. I'm awed.

He has to make up his own mind.

TRAVIS: Yes, but you can
help him with that.

We have to muzzle her, Kitty.
Would you talk to him?

As his smiling fiancée
or his Communications Director?

Either. But pick one.

I'll go along with whichever you decide.

SAUL: So, you're going to love this
accounting program.

And as the business grows,
you can expand the functionality

to handle online orders.

- We should be so lucky.
- We'll get there. You'll see.

Sorry to interrupt.
Non-fat chai latte for Holly.

Tommy gets the tall Americano.
Saul, I got you a double espresso.

Oh, Tommy, I put your schedule up
online so you can access it from home.

- Thanks.
- One of these days

we're going to clone you.

Cool. So with two of me that means
my salary doubles, right?

HOLLY: No.

All right. Move over.
Let me give this a sh*t.

Okay.

- Lena seems to be working out, huh?
- Yeah, yeah. She's been great.

These the latest pictures of Lizzie?

She's really starting to look like
a Walker more and more every day,

- isn't she?
- Yeah.

So, tell me, Tommy. How's Julia?

Honestly, I can't remember the last
time she seemed completely happy.

Well, you know,
you have to give her time.

The two of you
have been through a lot.

And just out of curiosity,

what was the time that the two of you
were completely happy?

Our honeymoon.

But I can't just pick up
and go to Hawaii.

Well, then you bring Hawaii to her.

BETH: Oh, come on. Come on, Lizzie.
Give me a smile?

- Elizabeth.
- TOMMY: Honey? Hey, babe?

Oh. Hey, Ben, Beth.
What a... What a nice surprise.

(CHUCKLES) Well, you keep working
on that poker face, son.

No, I just...

I didn't know you were coming.

Well, I just couldn't spend another
second away from my girls.

- I swear, I could eat this child up.
- BEN: Yeah.

- What are you doing home?
- Hey. I took the afternoon off. I...

Oh, look, Jules.
He brought you an orchid.

Yeah, I was thinking about that week in
Maui and how you wore an orchid

- in your hair every day and I...
- Thank you.

- Yeah.
- And what'd you do?

A man only brings home
flowers to apologize.

Oh! Stop it, Ben.
Don't mind him, Tommy.

He's just cranky from the drive.

- Yeah. Thanks.
- It's beautiful. I love it. Thank you.

So, your parents just showed up?

We don't always know
when your family's stopping by.

Yeah, but at the end of the night
my family goes home.

So how long are your folks staying for?

As long as they want.

(KNOCKIN G ON DOOR)

- I brought you a ginger ale.
- Thanks.

- Here.
- Mom, I'm okay. I'm fine.

Oh yeah, you're fine. You're terrific.
We should all be so lucky.

All right, tell me. What's the fastest
way out of this conversation?

By having it.

- Okay, I'm not fine.
- No, you're not fine.

I think we...

You should explore the possibility of
taking the pain medication.

You realize you're talking to
your son, Justin? The youngest one?

The one with the drug problem?

I've talked to all of your doctors
and your physical therapist.

I even called Dr. Bennedict.

My pediatrician?

Mom, you know,
I'm not years old, okay?

This isn't strep throat.

He's one of the most respected doctors
in this town.

They all agree that if we keep
the dosage low, if we monitor...

Mom, I don't care what they think!

Okay, did you call the rehab where I
sobered up? Did you call my sponsor?

When you got sober,
I was there every day.

And I worried about you
every minute that I wasn't.

Do you think I want to be
standing here advocating

you using dr*gs again for any reason?

Then why are you doing it, Mom?

Because I'm old enough to know

that when life does something
this horrible to you,

there are no rules
as to how to get over it.

You just have to do whatever you can,
anything you can to make it better.

Mom, I can't.

Okay?
"Anything" is not an option for me.

KITTY: Can we at least discuss this?

Would you please
stop walking so fast?

- I got a plane to catch.
- Honey, it's your plane.

They're not going to be
leaving without you.

I am not going to beg my ex-wife
not to discuss an affair

- that I never had.
- Okay, fine. Fine. Don't beg.

Just draw that line in the sand.

Do you have any idea how much the
electorate loathes politicians right now?

It has been crooks, liars and hypocrites
since the Salem witch trials.

I'm not getting down in the muck

while insisting that faith and honor
be restored to American politics.

You're not going to survive
a sex scandal.

The voters don't even know you yet.

There's not going to be
any insisting on anything

because you're going
to end up a joke on late-night.

And is this the opinion of a politico
or a girl who's pissed,

'cause her guy's getting slandered?

If you want to bring faith back to
politics, Robert,

you're going to have to
fight for your name.

If an uncomfortable conversation
with your ex is too much to ask,

well, then, yeah.

The politico in me and the girl
has to wonder

how much faith you have in yourself.

- I hate this.
- Yeah. Yeah, me too.

Talk to her.

(PHONE RIN GS)

SECRE TARY: Kevin, your : with
Mr. Balanchine is here.

Send him waltzing on in, Lisa.

Wow. Scotty.

- Why... Why the subterfuge?
- I'm sorry.

I didn't think you'd take
the meeting given how

weird things were last time we met.

(SIGHS)

You know, I'm... Look. I'm sorry.

I should never have

slept with you that night.
It was... It was really wrong.

Well, it's not like you drugged me.

- You look good.
- Thank you.

I'm okay. It's nice to see you.
So, is everything okay?

No. Kevin.

I need a lawyer. Preferably one who
might be flexible about payment.

Okay. What happened?
Did you get nabbed shoplifting

mascara and a thong?

I got a DUI. I had a glass of pinot gris,
but it's impossible I was drunk.

Did they do a Breathalyzer?
What was your blood alcohol?

. . Barely anything.

- Right over the legal limit.
- Kev, this cop was weird.

He took one look at me,
and he was totally h*m*.

I was wearing pink shorts
and an old Queen T-shirt,

and he smirked and put on gloves
when he took my license, and then,

and then he made this face
like I had some disease.

Did he?
Do you have the notice to appear?

- He stopped you for a broken tail light?
- I wasn't even driving wonky.

If I lose my license, I'll get fired.

I need to be able
to drive the catering van.

This is such bad timing.

I've been trying to be a grown-up.

Yeah, its hard work, isn't it?

Look, Scotty, I may be able
to get an iffy ticket thrown out.

But next time
will you please take a cab?

You know, the thought of you
in jail is pretty terrible.

But someone hurt? That's worse.

- Does this mean you'll help?
- Of course.

- That is not what he looked like, Dad.
- Oh, come on.

I've got eyes in my head, little girl.
That prom date?

Sasquatch in a powder-blue tux.

It was the same color
as that Karmann Ghia

that Tony Campbell used to drive.

- It was a Beetle. Yeah.
- He runs his own architecture firm now.

- Really?
- It's a tough business.

Yeah, it's tougher still when you don't
have daddy's money to get you started.

I always wondered why you didn't go
into architecture, Jules.

Well, she still could.

My little girl can do anything
she sets her mind to.

- I always wanted to be a dancer.
- No problem.

Just have to amputate those
two left feet of yours.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

What?

Nothing. It's just it's nice
to hear you laugh.

- Well, I'll drink to that.
- BETH: Hear, hear.

- Cheers, dear.
- Cheers, Dad.

- You know this pinot is not half bad.
- You sound surprised.

Well, it's not like you've got
that much experience

in the wine-making business.

What I lack in experience
I make up for with hard work.

Well, I think both of you
have been working too hard.

Jules, what do you say tomorrow you
and Lizzie and I have an adventure?

I would love to see
the Huntington Gardens.

- It sounds great.
- BETH: Good.

And if the girls aren't around,
what do you say you and I

get into some trouble on our own?

Trouble. Sign me up.

Mom, thank you very much for dinner.

I think I'm going to go watch a little...
I'm going to go watch a little TV.

- No. No, no, no. I got it.
- I got it. I can do it.

- I got it.
- When you're off the crutches,

then you can do the dishes.
Not that you've ever done them before,

- so just go and lie down.
- All right, Mom.

It shouldn't still be this bad.

I think he's doing much better
than when he first came home.

In what way?

I don't know,
but I think it's incredibly brave of him

to try to get through this
without the dr*gs.

It's not brave, it's pigheaded.
He's always been that way.

Justin sets his mind on something,
it doesn't matter how wrong it is,

I can't budge him.

But how he takes care of that knee
over the next few months

will affect the rest of his life.

If he can't rehab properly
because of the pain...

Nora, have you tried telling him
all of this?

- Of course you have. You're you.
- That's why he won't listen to me.

He'll listen to you, Rebecca.

Nora, I don't know.

Please. I need your help.

I just... I don't think I feel comfortable
trying to convince him to take dr*gs.

Do you think I do?
But I've talked to every doctor,

I've Googled every website in existence
looking for another option

and there isn't any.

The only option I have left
is you, Rebecca.

Please, please, please talk to him.

- I'll try.
- Thank you.

I stopped Mr. Wandell,

who was in a rusted orange
Ranchero missing a tail light.

And you stopped him for the tail light?

And felt that because of his demeanor
and his breath,

alcohol had been imbibed recently.

- What was his demeanor?
- A lot of catty back talk.

And you gave him a Breathalyzer test?

His blood alcohol level was. ,
which is just over the legal limit.

It also appeared he was living
in his vehicle.

It's like an extra closet is all.

I don't think that's relevant, Officer.

And the Breathalyzer machine is
accurate enough to be used

as evidence in a court of law
in the state of California?

Yeah. Standard.

Standard except when
said Breathalyzer

hasn't been calibrated every month.

Your Honor, I wish to introduce into
evidence, with the court's permission,

the maintenance records
for the instrument in question,

serial number .

Officer, if you'd like to have a look at it,

we'll happily wait for you
to put your gloves on.

Seeing as how you needed them
to inspect my client's license.

Your Honor,
we take this charge very seriously.

However, it is not my expectation,
when I ask, as a formality,

to inspect the maintenance records of
the instrument in question,

that two regularly scheduled
inspections were missed.

- Officer Phipps.
- Yes, Your Honor.

Your Honor, this invalidates
the basis of the case

and seeing as my client's blood alcohol

was barely above the legal limit...

- Enough. Case dismissed.
- Thank you, Your Honor.

You got bubkes, son.

He also called me
"Little Miss Officer," Your Honor.

Sue him for defamation. Next case.

You're my hero.

I got to get back to the office,
pro bono circus hour is over.

Look, I know I can't pay you,
but at least let me take you to dinner?

I can get us into San Estephe.

San Estephe? Are you kidding?

It takes months to get
a reservation there.

And I know you can't afford it.
And you know what?

I'm not going to
dine and ditch with you, Scotty.

Yeah. Trust me, please.
Just like a little bit of faith.

(ROCK MUSIC PLA YIN G
ON HEADPHONES)

(STRAINING)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Hey. What are you up to?

I am going on a field trip
and you're coming with me.

Yeah, good luck getting that past
General Walker.

Yeah, well, she's out running errands.
Now's our chance.

(KNOCKIN G ON DOOR)

Courtney.

Well, you're traveling without your
entourage, so that begs the question,

- what do you want?
- I think you know.

You look tired.

I'm running for president.
Of course I look tired.

I'm not entirely sure I want
to discuss this with you, Robert.

You never hear me when I speak,
and you're better at debate than I am,

- so why not spare ourselves?
- Can we go inside?

Because I think Mrs. Anderson
is probably sh**ting photos

for the Enquirer as we speak.

You don't have anything to be afraid of.

I'm giving an honest account of what it
means to be the wife of a politician.

What, you expect me
simply to be invisible?

You gave up honesty the day you
accused me of screwing the nanny.

Well, I don't know what happened.
You refused to talk about it.

You refused to talk about anything

except your career, when you were
even here, which was rarely...

So you're going to go
on television and play the victim

and search for a book deal?
It is so cynical.

- I am asking you...
- What if you don't win the nomination?

You taught me that
timing is everything.

And it's a good story.

Right? The dutiful political wife
giving luncheons and speeches.

Helping brand your mythology.

I listened to you,
I advised you and you dropped me.

Is this the same self-justification
you're going to use when our children

are old enough to know that you lied?

Well, they'll have Kitty McCallister
by then, so what does it matter?

You know, you are not just
slinging mud at me.

You are completely defiling yourself.

And I know you.
You won't be able to live with it.

Well, it can't be any worse than
what I've lived with until now.

Why couldn't we go to a nice museum?

I know. You hate golf.

I don't hate golf. I loathe it. I despise it.

I would rather spend all eternity
at a dinner party

seated next to Britney Spears

than waste an afternoon lugging clubs
around with a bunch of over-fed,

over-privileged
Arnold Palmer wannabes.

But for you? I'll swallow it.

Except I have to
spend time with this putz.

If you weren't here as a buffer, I would
wrap my nine iron around his neck.

Do it now
and I'll spot you three strokes.

Yes! That's what I'm talking about!

(LAUGHS)

You boys are going down!

- Yeah. Make it four.
- Oh, man.

Buck up, son.

We'll find something you're good at.

You know what, Ben? Your folksy
shtick, it's getting a little bit old.

- So, we're being honest now, are we?
- Yeah. You bet.

Then open your eyes. Julia's in trouble.

You've been here hours

and you think you know
what's going on?

She calls us,
most every night, sobbing.

- Did you know that?
- Of course I know that. She's my wife!

- Then help her!
- What's going on, Tommy?

We're leaving. Now.

Look, I want you
out of my house. Tonight.

Well, you got that right, Tom.

And since you can't take care
of your family,

I'm taking Julia and Lizzie with me.

JUSTIN: When did you
start taking pictures?

REBECCA: Over summer.

Right after my sculpture phase,
but right before dabbling in French.

Quite impressive.

You know, I tried to... I tried to imagine
what it was like out there for you.

I just couldn't see it.

Even when I saw news footage,
it just didn't seem real.

Yeah.

If you ever need to talk...

- Could we get the check?
- Yeah.

I was talking to your mom.
She's worried about you.

She's really worried about
your pain level.

I know, but you know what?
I had surgery. I'm going to feel pain.

Yeah, but there wouldn't be
if you took the pain medication

they prescribed for you.

- Thank you very much.
- Oh.

I'll get that.

(GROANS)

Justin? Justin?

What happened? What can I do?

(MOANING)

- Okay. Okay.
- Okay, ready? Yeah. Here.

- REBECCA: Here we go. I'm sorry.
- Careful. Careful. Oh, God.

- Oh, God.
- Okay.

Just try to get some rest, okay?

Nora? Nora, are you mad at me?

I didn't say that.

You are. You're mad at me.

That's what my mom does
when she's mad at me.

You took him out.
Without his wheelchair.

I was trying to talk to him about
the painkillers like you asked me to.

- Remember "Operation Nora"?
- "Operation Nora" was,

"Hey, Justin, why don't we
wheel into the living room,

"so I might discuss with you the
advantages of the pain medication."

"Operation Nora" was not
a trip downtown!

Because you think that's what
I was trying to achieve today.

Him having an att*ck like that?

- Well, what were you thinking?
- Oh, I don't know.

Maybe get his mind off of things
a little bit.

Remind him that his life can be fun.

It won't be fun again for a very,
very long time.

Okay, you know what?
I was trying to help you.

I'm sorry if I didn't do it exactly
the way you wanted me to.

Maybe you should
write me a script next time.

- Oh, that's not fair.
- Well, I'm trying.

- None of this is my fault.
- Yes, it is.

Some of it. A little of it.

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you.

God, I'm not mad at you.
I'm mad at everyone else.

I'm still mad at Justin
for signing up. I'm...

I'm mad at his dead father

for letting him go
even though I begged him not to.

Even last year.

Even with William's death, amidst
it all, there was always this sense of...

...of reason to it.

But not with this.

This time there's only pain.

That's why I want him to take
his medication.

The only good that will come out of
any of this

is when it finally stops.

Come on in. It's all right.
Don't be afraid.

Are we allowed to be in here?
'Cause usually five-star restaurants

don't like the patrons entering
through the alleyway.

Actually the restaurant is closed
for another hour. Please have a seat.

And a nice white Burgundy
for you while I work.

You work here?

I'm still a cater waiter. I'm still dirt poor.

But I've been putting myself through
chef school in Pasadena.

I came in top of my class
and won an internship here

as apprentice sous-chef.

Lobster ravioli
in a Meyer lemon and butter emulsion

on a bed of sautéed
baby watercress and fried capers.

You made this?

Kevin, in less than an hour,
people will pour through those doors

and this place will be
a madhouse until midnight.

And then the staff, totally wired
and really b*at, we have some wine.

See, I wasn't drunk.

It was the end of my first month here
and I was really happy because...

I was changing my life. So...

Thank you.

To changing our lives.

Americans need a new kind
of leadership,

- bold, modern and traditional...
- ROBERT: How bad was it?

- ... based in values and respect.
- I had frostbite.

I could've used a parka.
What are you thinking?

Well, I'm not going to stand around
on the sidelines and watch.

You're going to go see her.

Yeah, I am. Look around, Robert.

We're in an auditorium
full of high school teachers.

They're not going to elect
Henry VIII as president.

No. I'm going to go do my job.

But I... I'm sorry, but I need to ask you.

The nanny story, is it ever going to
blow up in our face?

- I told you the first time it came up. No.
- With that, ladies and gentlemen...

- Okay?
- ... I give you the next leader...

- Now...
- ... of the free world...

- I'm going to go talk to these teachers.
- ... an American hero,

Senator Robert McCallister!

(APPLAUSE)

Thank you.

So get this, your dad wants to take
you and Elizabeth home

and not just for the weekend.

I think it's a good idea.

- Just for a while. I can clear my head.
- Clear it of what?

Please try and understand.

It'll be easier this way.
I know it doesn't seem fair or rational...

What do you mean?

- I can't, Tommy. It's too hard.
- What's too hard, Julia?

What? What are you talking about?

William's death.

You pressured me
to go to the vineyard that day.

And at the hospital.

I'd just had the babies.
I needed some time

and you kept pressing me
for a decision,

and I didn't know what to do, so,

- you decided that...
- That is not true, Julia.

- We decided together.
- Okay, I know. I know.

I know it's crazy. I do, okay?
But I can't help it.

I blame you, Tommy.
I want to get past this.

I think if I go away,
I'll be able to put it in perspective.

You think?

I need this.
Otherwise we're not going to make it.

I am so impressed
at how you've pulled your life together.

Does this mean
I can't tease you anymore?

No. Please never stop teasing me.

It is going to take a lot of meals like this
for you to pay your legal bill, sir.

Well, that's fine by me.

- You know what? I'm just...
- Oh, oh, God, no.

- No. I'm sorry.
- No, No, No, No! No. Scotty. Scotty.

- I'm in a relationship.
- Oh!

Oh, I guess I'm not the only one
who's changed. Who?

He's... He's the brother

of my sister's fiancée,

- and it's... You know, it's... It's...
- The minister?

- Yep.
- Oh, God. Wow.

- Where's his church?
- Malaysia.

Excuse me? Artesia?

Malaysia. On an island called Tioman.

Which you might recognize from
the movie South Pacific.

- So he's really available.
- You know,

Tioman is famous for
the red flying squirrels.

And the slow loris
and the walking catfish.

Well, I'm really happy for you.
All of you. Including the catfish.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah. Me, too.

I should probably get back to work.

It's about to get busy
and I need some time

to poach my fool head in vermouth.

You know, it's... It's just timing.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

(GROANING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- How bad is it?
- It's pretty bad.

Honey, I wish you'd reconsider.

Don't you think
I want to take the pills, Mom?

Then why don't you?

The doctors have said we can monitor
the dosage. We'd be very careful.

Don't you get it? I'm lucky.
My friends are dying over there, Mom.

I got off easy.

- Are you punishing yourself?
- I don't know.

I don't know what I'm doing, Mom.

(CRYING) I don't...

Listen to me. No one, no one wants
you to hurt any more than you have to.

You didn't create this w*r.

The fact that you're here alive
and someone else isn't,

it isn't fair. It's awful. But it's a gift.

- It hurts so much.
- I know. I know. I know. I know.

Don't worry now.

I'm here. I'll do whatever you want.

I want you to fill the prescription.

Okay.

I already called it in.
I just have to pick it up.

Of course you did. It's not surprising.

- It'll be okay.
- Okay.

- Scotty. Wait. Wait.
- I'm so working right now.

I can't talk.
I'm sorry I made assumptions...

Stop! Okay? Listen. I'm...

We were never friends.

We just went straight to
being lovers and fighters.

And seeing as the only
gay friends I have are my sisters,

maybe we could try that.

Kevin.

If I don't get this perfectly cooked
piece of Copper River salmon

to David Beckham at table three,

you'll have to hire me
as your personal chef.

- He's here?
- Yes.

- Wow.
- I'll call you later.

- Now go. Yeah.
- Okay.

I have one minute for you,
Miss Walker.

I have to finish baking
a rhubarb-cherry pie

for the Sidwell Friends School auction.

I just don't understand
why you're doing this.

This is about identity.

You see, mine. Not his.

You actually have no idea
what it's like, do you?

To have your whole life
with someone erased.

To be by his side and...

And to have given up
some very real part of yourself,

your own dreams,
so that your mate can save the world.

I'm not here to get into the middle
of your relationship with Robert.

I just wanted to let you know
that I found Brigitte.

The nanny.

And for the record,
yes, she did love Robert.

Just as she loved you
and just as she loved your children.

And just so you and I are utterly
clear, she's willing to tell the truth.

And I just thought maybe
you would want that information

on the eve of your presentation.

Thank you for your time
and say hi to Larry.

You think you're his partner?
Nobody's his partner.

He does it all alone.

I'll let myself out.

Tommy. What are you doing here?

I had to

grab some stuff
to bring back to the vineyard and...

- I had to get out of that house.
- Why? Did something else happen?

Julia wants to take the baby and
go home with her parents to Arizona.

Oh, come on, Tommy.
That can't be Julia.

- It's got to be her son-of-a-bitch father.
- No.

It's her.

Apparently she blames me
for William's death.

- What?
- She came right out and said it.

But we both made that decision.
We both did.

And now, Saul,

she's furious at me
for some revised version of the truth.

She's grieving, Tommy.

Fine, but do you know how
I deal with my grief?

I focus on Julia and Elizabeth.

All day I think about coming
home to them.

Yeah, but that's how
you're getting through this, Tommy.

- She can't do it your way.
- So what do you want me to do?

Just sit back and... And watch her go?

No.

Maybe you have to find it in you
to let her grieve her way.

I don't know if I can.

I don't know.

I know that we can get equal time
on Larry,

but we may have to do
one of the morning shows

depending on whatever it is
she actually says.

- Why are you not worried?
- I am worried.

I've got two minutes
until the end of my auction

and I'm afraid GOP Girl's gonna
snipe my Ronald Reagan bobble head.

Kitty, this is serious.

I know. It's a limited edition.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah, Travis.

Really?

Thank you.

Courtney canceled the interview.

Which you knew already.
What did you do?

Nothing. My job. I'm busy.

- Kitty!
- Robert. Okay, I...

I bluffed.

I told her I had the nanny. That's all.

Okay.

I know you hate this question,
but I'm going to ask it.

Did you do it

as my Communications Director and
because it's good for the campaign?

Nope.

I did it because I trust you.

And you better win this election.

That is the plan, Miss Walker.

And that bobble head's for me, right?

She's better with us.
This is the right thing to do.

Just to be very clear, Ben.

You might think this is
the right thing to do,

but it's a bad idea.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So, call me as soon as you get there.

Of course.

Come home soon?

You are the love of my life.

You know that, right?

JULIA: Come here.

Hey. I miss you already.

I called your sponsor
and asked him to come over tomorrow.

I'll keep track of your dosage.

I'll be with you. It'll be okay, Justin.
I swear.

(PHONE RINGS)

- Honey?
- No, it's Lena.

Things have been nuts here today.

I just realized
I hadn't checked in with you.

Oh. Right.

So your appointment
with the web guy is on Friday.

And boy, does he need
some fashion tips. And speaking of,

I snaked a sweet corporate rate
from the cleaners up the street,

so feel free to spill cabernet
all over your best shirts.

- Hey, Lena?
- Yeah?

Just... Thanks.

Are you okay?
You sound kind of funny.

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired.

Well, I'll be here for at least
a couple more hours,

so give me a call if you can't sleep.

I'll read you some soil reports.

Okay. Thanks.

How long till the dr*gs take effect?

He had milligrams
about a half an hour ago.

A pain level of seven
would be at a two by now.

God, I hate knowing
so much about this stuff.

Well, thank God that you do.

Hey, guys. Sundaes! I'm in.

Tommy! Hi! What a great surprise.
Where are Julia and Lizzie?

Julia took the baby to go see her folks.

Her brother never met her,

so I figured
I'd come hang out with Justin.

I'm so glad you did.
I'm going to give this to Rebecca.

So how is he?

We're making
hot fudge sundaes down there.

You want to raise your cholesterol?

Thank you.

- Did you give Justin the pills?
- Yes.

Oh, God.
I don't ever remember being this tired.

Thank you for your help.

It's a little humbling to realize

you're not the one in the best position
to help your own son.

It's okay.

It kind of makes me feel
like I'm part of the family.

You are a part of the family, Rebecca.

Nora, I have a lot of friends
who are addicts.

And when they head
back down this road,

starting now, everything changes.

You have to lock things up,
count his pills.

He might not be Justin for a while.

I know.

I know.

Why don't you use a bowl
like any other human being?

- It's better this way.
- Who eats sundaes from a cup?

- Jus!
- Well, if it isn't Tiny Tim.

Please sir, may I have a turkey?

God, you're mixing your Dickens.
It was a goose, dumbass.

- No, it wasn't.
- Yeah, it was.

What the hell are you guys
talking about?

- A Christmas Carol.
- No, it wasn't.

It was a turkey.
I played Tiny Tim, remember?

So did I. So did you, Tommy.

- No. I don't do plays, Kev.
- What?

Fifth grade, Mrs. Blake, muumuus,
orange lipstick?

- Yeah.
- TOMMY: No. No. Drawing a blank.

You... Mom, you can settle this.
We all played Tiny Tim, right?

Well, you were all the smallest
in your class.

- I was?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- No.

Yes. What? Grade school was a blur?

- I guess so.
- Wow.

Justin, you want me to make you
a sundae?

Yeah, sure. That would be great.

- Two scoops of that.
- Yeah. I know, Mom. It's so good.