Robert's pacing in his hotel room, fretting over what their response to Courtney's going to be while Kitty has calmly buried her head in her laptop. Robert doesn't understand why she's not worried, and Kitty's like, "I am worried. I've got two minutes until the end of my auction and I'm afraid 'GOP Girl' is going to snipe my Ronald Reagan bobblehead." Robert ties to stress that this is serious, and Kitty agrees: "It's a limited edition." Robert gets a phone call saying that Courtney cancelled her appearance, and by Kitty's unsurprised expression, he realizes that this was her doing. But how'd she do it? "I bluffed," she finally admits. She lied about having the nanny, but that was enough to get Courtney to back down. Robert says he knows she hates this question, but did she do it as his communications director or as his girlfriend and OH MY GOD WHO CARES? Seriously, I'm not even going to say what her answer was because it makes no difference. Her answer was "I did it because cheeseburgers," okay? That would make as much sense as this false distinction between Kitty As Wife and Kitty At Work. Anyway, Robert's very pleased with his lady. That's nice.
Tommy comes home to find Ben in the living room, getting ready to go. He sincerely tells Tommy that this is the best thing they can do. Tommy wants to go on record that this is a bad decision. Duly noted, and we'll be sure to let you say "I told you so" if your wife has a nervous breakdown, ass. He then goes upstairs, where Julia is finishing packing. He tells her to call him as soon as she gets there and to come home soon. She nods at this last thing, but doesn't say anything. "You are the love of my life," he pledges. She starts to cry and then kisses Tommy goodbye. He hands Lizzy off to Julia and watches them walk out.
Walker Manse. Justin's house of soon-to-be-alleviated pain. Nora says she called Justin's sponsor and asked him to come over tomorrow. She hands him a pill and tells him she'll be monitoring his dosage and he'll be fine. She fully appreciates the gravity of her responsibility here, but she's up for it. Justin and his sad eyes down a pill, and he breathes a sigh of relief. Nora, pretty relieved herself, walks out, and Justin stares at his reflection in the mirror, all "What have I become??" Oh, please.
After the commercial, the soft piano ballad on the soundtrack tells us we're kicking off the slow march to denouement. Tommy answers the phone hoping it's Julia, but it's Lena, who's not only at the office at, like, midnight, but calling Tommy to check in. He thanks her for her hard work, and she notices he sounds pretty glum. She says she'll be around for another couple hours in case he wants to call and chat. Man, these two are totally going to be doing it. It's too bad -- I kind of like Lena and don't want to see her saddled with the Tommy Walker Snack Break Storyline of the week.