Kitty gives him shit for talking about himself in the third person, and he laughs, but then tells her seriously that, in the last few months, he's become "the best man I've ever been -- and you're the reason." She smiles, and he adds that when she proposed, he should have "jumped at the chance" before she even thought about changing her mind. She shrugs that it was hardly her best moment, "but you could still say yes." "No," he says dreamily. "No I can't. I can't accept your proposal" -- he takes out a big old jewelry box better suited for a bracelet than a ring, and thocks it open -- "until you accept mine." She looks back and forth between the rock and Robert a few times; he looks genuinely concerned that she might not say yes, like, you are Rob Lowe, do not worry about it, but she takes the ring and puts it on and whispers "wow" a few times, then grabs his head and kisses him as the soaring strings cheer on the soundtrack. Aw! Although, you know, his kids still hate her as far as we know and he just got divorced like five seconds ago, but what can I say, I love proposals. Proposal scenes, stories about proposals, when guys propose at a baseball game using the scoreboard -- love 'em! ... I have the strength of ten because my heart is cheese, shut up. She says yes yes yes yes yes, but then her cell rings; you know it's nothing good, but Kitty's not really thinking straight and greets Saul all "good timing, you won't believe what just happened." Robert grins at her all happily -- so cute! -- but her face is going to fall in three, two... yep, there it goes.
Mournful piano leads us into a montage of the siblings getting the sad news. It's sometimes a cheap device, but a montage is the best way to handle this sequence, I think, and it's quite effectively done here. Saul, dialing. Kevin checking the call display and bracing himself, then picking up, then biting his lip. Sarah bustling around the house, and stopping short in a long shot that makes her seem very small. A pan past Justin's folded fatigues, then up to Justin's stricken face as he sits down slowly on his bed. A long shot of Tommy, Julia, and William. Brutal. Brrrrrutal.
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Okay, we're back. Saul comes upon Tommy, sitting on the same bench as before. It's nighttime now. Saul says he'll skip asking if Tommy's all right, since he can't be, really. Tommy says ruefully that Julia's been given a sedative. He talks about how he went out into the hall to get some air, and a father walked by with a healthy newborn (yeah, I heard "my father" too, but I think Balthazar Getty just mumbled there; the idea that he saw William I's ghost isn't revisited, so I don't think that's what he said), and Tommy just couldn't breathe. Saul slings an arm around him as Tommy says he isn't sure he did the right thing; Saul says he did, absolutely, because he followed his heart, and Saul follows that banality with "death is a part of life" and how some decisions are God's to make, and Rifkin is doing his best with half-baked material, but there is the distinct sense here that the writers ran out of gas after the montage -- like they realized they had a few more minutes to fill, so they padded it out as best they could -- and Getty is a good actor, but this type of scene is, I think, not his strength, or particularly true to the character. Exhibit A: Tommy choking out that it's "just so hard." I mean, it is, of course, but... we've already seen that, and done better. And then Saul says something about how time heals and it's like, come on, writers. Finish the job properly.