As Kitty, and the entire viewing audience, and pretty much everybody except Robert figured, Taylor offers Robert the V.P. slot on his ticket, and though he tries to put it off, Robert clearly wants to take it. And Kitty clearly does not. Their divergent life goals kind of come to a head, but Robert ends up turning Taylor down due to political and temperamental differences. Taylor does, however, leave Kitty with the lingering worry that Robert will one day blame her for short-circuiting his White House ambitions.
Rebecca's paternity test comes back David, leading to one hell of an emotionally devastating scene from Emily Vancamp but also to the inevitability of The Great Justin/Rebecca Skeeze-A-Thon of 2008. David skips town, because he is a deadbeat at heart, and you have to figure Rebecca's decision to keep her paternity a secret from everyone will end in disaster.
Sarah's atypical flightiness from last week comes back to bite her in the ass when she finds out that Saul inked the Golden Plum deal behind her back. They have a giant fight about it, wherein Saul -- who is apparently planning to live until he's 130, given that he's embarking on a mid-life crisis -- makes it clear that he could give a fuck. Sarah has a similar blow-up with Graham, and she ultimately comes to the dubious conclusion that she's too much of a control freak. Of course, when Golden Plum goes belly-up and threatens to take Ojai with it, Sarah's too busy about losing the family business to even say "I told you so."
Elsewhere, Nora decides that, rather than re-decorate her home for the dozenth time, she's going to dedicate herself to helping families of children with cancer. And after a kitchen injury brings the subject of Scotty's lack of health insurance to the forefront, Kevin comes up with the bright idea of filing for domestic partnership. Of course, Scotty's still kind of touchy about being a charity case, and Kevin still emotionally tin-eared, but instead of letting it escalate into a fight, Scotty merely says that he wants his gay domestic partnership to happen for all the good, old-fashioned reasons. Ah, tradition.
Previously on Brothers & Sisters: Robert dropped out of the race for President on account of getting beat, then embarked upon an in vitro adventure with Kitty. Not that it'll stop him from endlessly pining for the political spotlight again, particularly when Congressman Taylor might want to offer him the V.P. slot. Nora broke up with Isaac in order to embrace a life of solitude. Sarah suddenly became too flighty to do business and asked Saul to make up an excuse to back out of the Golden Plum deal so she wouldn't have to deal with disappointing Graham. Rebecca's lingering doubts about her paternity -- as well as Justin's repressed desire to bone her -- convinced her to seek out the answers scientifically. You know, with hair she recovered from the sink. It's all so gross.
We open with Robert and Kitty in bed, getting down with some embryo printouts. Hot! Kitty's scrutinizing screenshots of her blastocysts and picking out which ones are the good ones and which are the bad ones. "Maybe we'll have triplets," she wonders dreamily, and Robert goes pale and says, "Let's pretend that's not an option." Words to live by, if you're Robert McCallister. Kitty then embarks upon a passive-aggressive assault on Robert's impending V.P. talk with Taylor, all the while Robert continues to disingenuously refuse to talk about it until he knows it's an actual offer. Isn't Robert, like, the biggest Boy Scout on earth? What happened to "Be Prepared," bronzo? But no, we simply shan't speak of it until the words trip off Taylor's disgusting tongue (more on that later). Kitty exposits for our benefit that Taylor is coming by their house later today to have a talk, and Robert tries to convince himself that Taylor might simply want an endorsement. Kitty repeatedly begs him to cut the shit, but he won't, because the longer he puts it off, the better his chances of convincing Kitty later that he's just getting swept up in the tide and how can he resist it? Hi, have I mentioned in the last several months that I am not a fan of Robert?
In the kitchen at the Walker Manse, Nora's children (minus Kitty) are busying themselves fixing breakfast. Nora wanders in and wonders what holiday got spontaneously declared that her children are doting on her like this. Is it Mother's Day II? I bet it's Mother's Day II. The kids unsuccessfully lie that they don't need any special occasion to make breakfast for their mother who so devastatingly just broke up with her live-in boyfriend. Rebecca then shows up with super-yummy brioche from Nora's favorite bakery, so the jig is officially up: her children, guilt ridden after Nora flipping out on them last week, have decided to rescue her from her new life of emptiness. Now, I could complain about how last week seemed to be all about Nora accepting her loneliness as a fact of life and now all of a sudden she's back to drowning in family, but honestly? It's better this way, so I won't complain. ...About this. There will be plenty to complain about later on because this is an uncharacteristic failure of an episode. Regardless, Nora protests that she's actually very busy, with the Pasadena Children's Hospital fundraiser tonight as just one example. The older kids groan at the thought because, as Nora cheerfully reminds them, they all have to go. Nora also says she has a "Jaime" coming over, which also gets a reaction from everybody, except Rebecca who has to ask what's the big deal about this Jaime. Jaime is Nora's interior decorator, and "when she turns up it's like an internal distress call," says Sarah. Every time Nora's life is turned upside down, she remodels the house: Kitty moving to New York, Justin enlisting in the army, Kevin coming out...all followed by Nora undertaking some sort of extreme home makeover. Nora tries to defend herself ("I thought Kevin would have a lot more pool parties!") and promises that whole that may have been true in the past, this isn't one of those times. All the while, Rebecca looks around the room at this boisterous, insane, loving family of which she may not even be a part. It's sweet and a little sad, but ultimately indicative of a false premise, as we'll get to shortly.