Cut to Kevin saying "wow" several times. Kitty makes it out like it's the first she's heard of even the possibility that Robert misrepresented himself, calling it "surprising," but Kevin's like, yeah right, it's really surprising that "Senator McDonald's" isn't all he's cracked up to be -- what is surprising is that Kitty came to Kevin for help thinking she'd actually get it. Kitty elects to ignore most of this pissiness; when Kevin asks about the senator's legal team, Kitty says that nobody else knows the truth about the extraction, and Robert himself doesn't know Cole's trying to blackmail him. Kevin's like, well, great; what do you want me to do? She wants his help and advice, she splutters, and he's like, fine: Robert needs to tell the truth, "the whole truth and nothing but." Kitty points out that Robert has gotten "gobs of campaign mileage" from the story for ages already. Kevin: "I didn't say it would be fun, Kitty." He walks over to the window and sits heavily on the sill, and Kitty joins him, saying that it's campaign suicide, they can't control the story, "remember what happened to Kerry in '04?", et cetera -- Robert might even lose his Senate seat. "Oh yeah, that would be a shame," Kevin sarcs, and Kitty gives him a guilt trip about not helping his sister, then blows past his eye-roll to remind him that they always used to say nobody of substance ever runs for president, and Robert has substance, even if that substance isn't to Kevin's "political liking." Robert did save lives, she says, even if it didn't happen quite the way people think; Kitty splits the "he didn't try to take credit for it, he just didn't turn the credit down" hair, which Kevin says makes Robert an accidental liar instead of a deliberate one, "and now someone's calling him on it." Kitty says there's a difference between calling him on it and blackmailing him. Kevin offers another eye-roll in response, so Kitty admits that Robert didn't want to use his combat experience as a campaigning tool -- she pressured him to do it. Kevin snaps around to look at her, distressed. She begs him again to help her, and tells him that if Robert shared Kevin's politics, "you'd be sharpening your lawyer claws right now." "Yeah, I would," he says flatly, "but, Kitty, he doesn't." Kitty nods and looks down. Kevin pats her hand and says he's sorry, and gets up.
Sarah comes in the back door, hauling a suitcase that's just way too big for an overnight trip to a vineyard -- yeah, she wound up staying an extra day at the hospital, but she didn't plan to, and that's the size suitcase you see in the international check-in line at the airport. The prop department couldn't locate a duffel? Joe comes in; awkwardness about leftovers is followed by awkwardness about Joe's departure from Walker Landing, but Sarah says he was right to come, and he was also right to leave, and acknowledges that the Walkers' "mob mentality" wasn't helping. They discuss whether Sarah's had any word from the hospital as she lowers herself into a chair, exhausted, and there's a long pause before Joe observes that he didn't know when she'd be home; she didn't return any of his calls. Sarah non-answers that she spent the night in the waiting room and then stopped in at the office; Joe flinches at the mention of Ojai, and Sarah adds that "I just wanted to come home; I just wanted to be home." "So why didn't you. Come home," Joe wonders, not really wanting the answer, and Sarah sighs that she doesn't know; she guesses she's afraid of "where we are, this... purgatory." Joe seems to fight back tears for a moment before mentioning that "Bruce has a foldout couch, he says I can crash there for a few days." Sarah, lost in thought, snaps to and meets his eyes. She's surprised, I think, but not hurt or particularly saddened by the suggestion. "Is that what you want?" Blinking rapidly, she looks away and rubs her forehead; I think it's hard for her to admit, to him or herself, that this is what she wants, sort of: "I... what would we tell the kids?" "We'll tell them the truth, together," Joe says. She looks at him; she does seem sad, now, realizing that this is in fact what she wants, at least partly. "I'll go pack," he says, and walks off, leaving her in the kitchen, adrift.
In the back of Robert's limo, Justin jokes that he feels like the guy who's about to get whacked in a mob movie, but when Robert responds dryly that "maybe later they'll find you swingin' from a hook in a refrigerated meat truck," I'm charmed by the explicit reference to Goodfellas; Justin just looks ill, and even more so when Robert says brightly, "Fish taco?" Hee. Justin asks if this is a brother-in-law hazing thing (it isn't), and says he can't get Kitty to re-propose to Robert; Robert says it's not about that, either, and notes that the Walker family could teach the CIA a thing or two about obtaining classified information. "Not about keeping it classified," Justin mutters. "You got that right," Robert snarks. Heh. A silence. Robert asks when Justin leaves for Iraq. Justin is taken aback for a moment, but says it's in a couple of weeks; he's kind of trying to compartmentalize it. "So you don't scare yourself to death," Robert says, like he knows how that goes, but then launches into a homily about how Justin's feelings about the war changed, and in many ways, so have Robert's, "but that doesn't change the fact that you're a soldier and you have a job to do." I'd assumed initially that the meeting between them would go more along the lines of Robert getting Justin out of his call-up, and while that would be a bit too neat, plot-wise, it's not like the show isn't going to get him out of it some way or another. This is an interesting twist, because if there's another way for the writers to free Justin from that, it's not immediately apparent to me, but more than that, it deepens the characterization of Robert somewhat -- I mean, what motivation could Robert have here other than trying to fortify Justin's resolve so that what happened to Robert, getting swamped by fear at a critical juncture, won't happen to Justin too? This is pretty much borne out by what Robert says next; he talks about how every unit needs a good medic, and when Justin is out there, the unit functions as his brothers and sisters: "Ya love 'em, ya gotta protect 'em... but you can't do it unless you're prepared." Justin looks nauseated some more. Robert looks out the window: "Here we are."