"previously on "brothers  sisters"..." "he's a minister?" "i'm a very traditional person." "jumping your bones was extremely atypical for me." "well, i could use some tradition in my life." "are you running for president?" "well, yes, i am, ms. walker." "we've been having some grown-up problems." "are you getting a divorce?" "william's organs are failing." "he doesn't have much time." "one day we'll tell you about your brother and how much we loved him." "i can't accept your proposal until you accept mine." "how's rebecca?" "saul just told me that you have been keeping her." "my mother and i have a very complexelationship." "when i said you were welcome here like family, i meant that." "i'm gonna be just as brave as you are." "i love you." "is this thing working?" "oh. oh, wait." "there." "hi. hi, justin." "it's your mother." "but if you're watching this, then you know this already." "um, anyway, how are you?" "it's been a while since i've heard from you." "it's just like that summer you went away to camp lackawanna-- not that camlackawanna is anything like iraq-- but you were away for eight weeks, and i never heard a single word from you." "don't you roll your eyes at me." "maternal guilt is what i do best... not that it's worked very well with any of your siblings." "i've... i've barely seen them all summer." "sarah has a lot on her plate." "she and joe are still separated." "but she says they're getting along, and i know she's happy spending more time with the kids." "think i should get a mommy job?" "is that like a part-time job?" "mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, i'm thirsty." "honey, do we have to whine?" "here." "you want one, sweetie?" "ooh, sorry. we don't do processed foods." "no offense, i know you work." "speaking of which, i need to make a call." "and ken--oh, my god, ever since he's been dating that jason mccallister, he's barely recognizable." "jason has been such a good influence on him." "i think he's really been growing spiritually." "things you want god to do for you." "now's not a good time." "if you don't talk to me, i might murder someone." "where are you?" "in a park with the most competitive moms in america." "where are you?" "i'm in church, and reverend boyfriend's giving me the evil eye. i gotta go." "...because prayer is a gift." "amen." "mmy's got his hands full with the winery and the baby, but it's so exciting-- elizabeth finally came home." "i offered to help, but tommy says julia's doing fine." "i guess she's just thrilled to be nesting." "morning." "oh, hey, good, good." "you're up." "here. today's the pitch to primary foods. i gotta go." "give me a kiss. mwah." "wish me luck, all right?" "good luck, hon." "what else?" "oh, yes, kitty and robert." "they're so busy campaigning that kitty can't make it home for her birthday... which i'm actually kind of relieved about, being that it's also the anniversary of your father's death." "well, senator mccallister, uh, you now have a future brother-in-law serving in iraq." "has that changed your feelings or beliefs about this war?" "not at all." "that kitty's brother justin is bravely serving his country does make it hit closer to home, but for a president, it should." "here's one for you, kitty." "have you picked out a wedding dress?" "to be honest, i..." "i haven't had the time." "i think that right now our first priority is the campaign." "oddly, the only one of your siblings i've spent any time with is rebecca." "she's still not talking to her mom." "and you were right, she's wonderful." "she's sending you a care package, everything you asked for, plus a little taste of home." "i know you're terribly busy, but when you can, just let me know you're okay." "i love you, justin." "we all do." "please be safe." "please." "and now to our exclusive interview with presidential... oh. oh, wait, wait." "the--the interview is on." "we'll multitask." "oh, you want to make love to me while we're watching ourselves on tv?" "too kinky?" "well, i am your communications director, and i have to critique your performance." "how am i doing so far?" "in iraq?" "ugh. oh, i hate it. i hate it when they bring up justin." "here's one for you, kitty..." "oh, and come on. come on, enough with the wedding dress." "what does that have to do with campaign issues?" "oh, we get five minutes alone, and all you want to do is yell at the tv." "the minute the press found out that we were engaged, i went from being a key player in your campaign to being nothing more than your fiancee." "i mean, even the word is just... irritating. "fiancee."" "first fiancee." "and you knew that was coming." "well, of course i did, but it's still infuriating that people expect me to be this perfect little wife-in-training who-- who only cares about cookies and--and babies and shopping." "a-and believe me, i do care about babies... and cookies... and i could go either way on the shopping." "really?" "my point is, is that... i don't know, it seems like there's this high-powered working woman box, and then there's this fiancee/wife box... and i just don't know how to fit" "in both boxes at the same time." "maybe you should take some time off." "hmm. that's your solution, just take the working woman box and--and crush it?" "no, the fact is.." "look..." "is that i've been involved with politics almost... i know how stressful it's been without justin, and now your birthday and your dad." "no. no, robert, that's not what this is about." "i'm just saying that i don't think anybody would blame you if you wanted some time away." "oh. oh, well, gee, thank you, honey, for letting me know what my options are." "i'm not gettin' any, am i?" "i said i wouldn't panic until it was 21 days." "well, it's been 21 days, and i haven't heard a single thing from him." "come on, nora, that's a completely arbitrary number." "we all knew that there would be times when justin would be out of touch." "it's a mother's intuition." "nora, he'll call. i promise you, he will call." "you don't know that." "well, sweetheart, you do have a connection with the senate." "a lot of good that's done me." "kitty has not done one damn thing to help, except talk about her brother on national television." "did you see that interview?" "nora, to be fair, they were asked." "they could have said "no comment"" "instead of jumping all over it and using him as some sort of political selling point." "i had to turn it off. i can't even bear to look at her." "nora?" "nora, what is it?" "someone's at the door." "oh, god. what if this is them?" "what if this is about justin?" "please, please don't do this to yourself." "it's probably just the postman." "no, he's already been here." "i'll stay on the phone, okay?" "just answer the door." "i don't know that i can." "you have to." "go ahead. i'm right here." "okay." "okay. stay on the phone." "surprise oh,kitty" "it's kitty.?" "come on in. it's kitty." "i don't know. she didn't-- thanks, mom." "±¾×öä"½ö¹©ñ§ï°½"á÷£¬ñï½ûóãóúéìòµóãí¾" "=ææàãðü×öä"×é=- ·­òë£º¸öèëid ð£¶ô£º¸öèëid ê±¼äöá£ºdingdinguranusð¡d  i knew i shouldn't have mailed her present." "now i'm gonna look like a schmuck." "at least you're notsleeping in her bed." "so what are we doing for her birthday?" "kitty says no fuss this year." "since when do you listen to kitty?" "why don't you take her out for dinner?" "oh, yeah, good luck getting a reservation somewhere decent for tomorrow night." "oh, i know a really good mexican place across from the pantages in hollywood." "i love that place. i go there every time i see "wicked."" "yeah." "it's always packed, though." "well, i know the hostess." "i really think we should respect kitty's wishes." "she was very adamant." "well, she's probably just feeling weird because, you know, last year at this time... um... what, dad took the final plunge while she was blowing out her candles?" "kevin." "you know, if i were her, i'd be afraid to celebrate my birthday." "maybe there's a kitty curse." "the only thing she's cursed with are her insane politics." "i ard that." "oh, sorry." "hello, rip van winkle." "hello." "we were beginning to wonder if you were ever gonna get up." "oh, well, you know, mother, i had some trouble sleeping." "the... mattress in the guest room is really hard." "i'd be happy to trade with you." "oh, no. no, no. it's fine." "well, now that you're up, welcome back." "i gotta go." "i'm so moved." "i'll see you tomorrow. bye, all." "bye!" "okay, well, i'm gonna go make a reservation." "oh, thanks." "wow, i sure know how to clear a room." "uh-huh." "so what was that about a reservation?" "oh, i tried to talk to 'em." "they're insisting on getting the family together for your birthday." "ohh. oh." "you know, um, what i would really like is to go shopping with my mother." "oh, no, no, no, no." "justin might call. sorry." "well, we'll have our cell phones with us." "i'll turn mine on loud." "mother!" "what?" "i need a wedding dress." "oh, yes, you do." "yeah, you know, so the-- the press will stop obsessing about it, and they'll start talking about things that actually matter... uh-huh." "like--like, you know, health care." "plesae it's my birthday." "i'd love to." "oh, coop have an accident?" "juice box explosion." "i stabbed it a little aggressively with the straw." "it was either that or monica's eye." ""we don't do processed foods."" "god, that is perfect." "makes you feel any better, she's got a masseuse named tad." "oh, yeah?" "gives her a happy ending." "get out." "it's true." "shut up!" "yeah!" "what else you got for me?" "um, amy's had two mommy jobs." "and she judges me for working." "yeah, no, uh, it's a combo-- tummy tuck, boob job." "oh." "then again, you know, like, a lift, that'd be nice." "you're not serious." "you are still hotter than all those moms put together." "oh, come on." "you're just saying that." "mnh-mnh. think i could put up with you and your family for ten years if i didn't think that... you're hot." "well, you know, you have a point." "mm." "you know, we shouldn't." "yeah, i know." "oh, god." "yeah?" "milo." "is this a bad time?" "not at all. come on in." "it's good to see you." "good to see you." "yeah, i was in the neighborhood, and instead of leaving another voice mail, i thought i'd stop by..." "okay." "with this." "what's that?" "oh, my god." "mm." "it's our trip to key west." "yeah." "check out your hair." "my hair?" "take a look at your hair." "what is that, a perm?" "(laughs) i thought you'd get a kick out of that." "listen, milo, i have... i have a lot of work on my desk." "so... thanks." "no, no, no, no. that's for you." "take care, saul." "hey. sorry i'm late." "lizzie was impossible today." "i don't know if it's the diaper rash or the formula or-- she, uh, she sleeping?" "yeah, she's exhausted from crying five hours straight." "well, i'll get the next feeding." "hey, we got the account." "oh, that's great." "do you mind if i call my parents?" "no. uh, fine. hey, uh, listen, before you go, kitty's in town, and we want to do a family birthday for her." "i'm not really up for a big walker thing." "just make up an excuse." "i've been making up excuses all summer." "i mean, mom's offered to come by and cook." "sarah nts to bring by the kids so they can meet their cousin." "you know what i think about when i see paige and cooper together?" "i think about william, our son, who should be here with his sister, with us, and he's not." "look, i know he's gone, and i know it hurts." "and i'm sorry." "all right, but look-- look at my mom." "every time she turns on the tv or opens the paper, she's reminded of sting, and she's terrified." "we're all terrified, but it doesn't mean our lives just stop." "look, let her help you out." "you guys can talk, and maybe-- tell her to call me when justin dies." "then we'll have something to talk about." "wow." "god... oh, tommy." "(whispers) oh, i'm sorry." "(elizabeth crying) um, i'll go get her." "go, uh, make your call." "(crying continues) my god, it's a vision of loveliness." "mother, you haven't weighed in yet." "it's lovely." "you don't think i look like a fish?" "no. you look like ariel." ""the little mermaid"?" "honey, if you don't like it, just try on another one." "and while you do that," "?" "for something a little more-- not ugly?" "so, mom, can you believe these dresses?" "huh." "hello. that was a question." "what are-- what are you doing, anyway?" "i'm texting another war mother." "since when do you text?" "aah. ouch." "rebecca taught me." "oh, rebecca. great yes, i didn't think i'd get the hang of it, but she was very patient." "oh, i bet she was." "okay." "what do you think of ts one?" "it's lovely." "mother, what is going on with you?" "this might be the most hideous dress that ever existed." "i--i'm just trying to be nice." "i don't want nice." "i want my mother." "so, come on. come on. just tell me why you're so angry with me." "i'm not." "all right, i am." "i am angry." "why is it that you and your fianc?" "feel you have to talk about your brother all the time?" "what, are you looking for votes?" "that is not fair." "we don't bring up justin, the reporters do." "and what are we supposed to do, not speak?" "oh, so i see." "when i ask you to speak to robert, to ask him to find out about justin, you can't do it." "but the minute a reporter asks you a question, suddenly you're chatty cathy." "how am i ever gonna make you understand that i do not feel comfortable asking robert to pull strings?" "do you think i'm comfortable not knowing whether my son is dead or alive?" "do you?" "it is unethical, mother, since when do you people care about ethics?" "you people?" "i hate to interrupt but-- you want me to ask a u.s. senator to give me classified military information just so my little mother won't worry?" "what's wrong with that?" "everything is wrong with that!" "what?" "it's ridiculous, and i won't do it. i can't." "it's overstepping." "overstepping?" "yes, overstepping." "overstepping." "you know that's what the damn definition of families is-- you might want do you know what it would do to the campaign-- i don't give a rat's ass well, that's true-- ladies!" "what?" "that man is taping y." "what?" "mom?" "quick." "(water running) you want some company in there?" "i can be late for work." "(jason) yeah?" "well, i can't." "you know, i never complain we don't get to sleep in on sundays." "excuse me?" "mm." "you complain every single weekend." "unh-unh, that's not me that's me wanting to stay in bed with you." "right." "yeah." "sorry, the bishop wants to see me." "are you in trouble?" "now why would i be in trouble, huh?" "uh, me and you. you and me." "oh, look, my sexuality isn't an issue." "i've been completely open." "i have no idea what this meeting's about." "so maybe you're getting like vice... bishop." "or pope?" "pope, yeah." "we don't have a pope." "so no ring?" "no ring." "what about a new robe, though, hmm?" "or at least a snazzy new collar." "you know, you're an idiot." "i know, but i'm your idiot." "(robert) how's my favorite birthday girl?" "lousy. my mother and i had a really big fight." "yeah, i know." "i'm watching it on youtube." "(groans) annieloo47 gives it five stars." "she says it's funnier than the piano-playing cat." "please tell me you're joking." "i'll tell you what is a joke-- that wedding dress." "oh, great. so now with bridezilla jokes for the next news cycle." "kitty, why didn't you just tell your mom that you already asked me about justin, and i said n well, because, robert, my mother has toove me." "i'm her daughter." "but you, not so much." "what can i do to make it up to you?" "find out where he is." "kitty, you know i can't do it." "not even as a birthday present?" "i mean, you do realize that my father died a year ago today." "you did not just try to guilt-trip me with your father's death." "it would only take you one phone call." "we haven't heard from him in over three weeks." "every day, there's another i.e.d." "every day, there's another car bomb." "kitty, i hate that you're going through this, i really do, but there are 150,000 other families going through the exact same thing." "i can't make an exception for you." "can't or won't?" "ben from the r.n.c.'s on the line." "okay. i have to go." "then go." "(sighs) happy birthday?" "yep." "(beep) have you tried putting her in the papasan or the miracle blanket?" "hey. honey, i gotta call you back. sarah's here." "i-i will. i will." "i promise." "is everything all right at home?" "yeah. yeah, yeah." "it's fine. what's up?" "joe and i had sex." "did you hear what i said?" "me... joe... sex." "yeah. and?" "and as a male, what do you think he was thinking?" "i mean, do you think he wants to get back together?" "because we've almost stopped fighting, and the sex was amazing." "we were on the washing machine." "ew!" "blocking out that visual." "sorry. but seriously, i mean, maybe this separation was-- was what the relationship needed, you know?" "what do you think?" "i think you should talk to joe." "that's it? "talk to joe"?" "what?" "what?" "look, i'm completely swamped with this new account." "i haven't finished packing up the office." "i don't have time to play dr. ruth, okay?" "i'm sorry." "oh. sorry to intrude." "sarah... wow." "i see my mom doesn't bug you about keeping your room clean." "figure out what to wear." "wait. wait a minute." "i had shoes." "i-i had a lot of shoes." "i had really, really nice shoes." "yeah, i put them in boxes in the corner." "you want me to grab 'em for you?" "no. no, thanks," "?" "oh, i found a present for you." "oh, rebecca, that's--that's so sweet, but really, you--you shouldn't have." "i didn't, actually. i just found it in the dresser." "you found... that's the gift that my dad gave me last year." "oh." "i'm sorry." "no, no. no, no." "'s fine. it's fine." "it's just... thanks." "but i would really appreciate it if you would stay out of my stuff." "hey." "hey." "what were you doing with the bishop so long?" "should i be jealous?" "no. no, the meeting ended a while ago." "i just, uh, needed some time to think, that's all." "he told you to break up with me, didn't he?" "no. no, he's uh, he's sending me on a mission... to malaysia." "malaysia?" "yeah." "i know. it's far." "no. uh, no, actually, that's--that's not far." "i mean, um... new york is far." "malaysia's halfway around the world." "so did you tell him you can't because you're in a relationship?" "it doesn't work like that." "okay?" "it's just for a few months... or a year." "a year?" "um, oh, wow. i'm sorry." "are you out of your mind?" "you're my boyfriend." "for god sake, jason-- oh, no, of course, god's the one who wants you to forsake me." "okay, kevin, kevin, i made a commitment to the church." "this is my faith." "oh, what, so now i'm supposed to be happy that you're leaving to convert the unwashed masses?" "which, i'm sorry, i find distastefully colonialist of you." "i'm helping build a school." "oh, well, great." "forget it, you know?" "'cause obviously i can't compete with poor, needy children." "you know what?" "no, you can't compete, because this is bigger than me and what i want." "oh, w-what, there are people in this world who need help." "yes, jason, people like me." "who really need help." "you know what?" "we're... (groans) go ahead." "we're--we're what?" "huh?" "'cause every time i even suggested trying to define us, you change the subject." "i'm sorry." "this is now my fault?" "no, is isn't your fault, okay?" "but you can't expect someone to just organize his life around you when you can't even say, "i love you."" "whew." "yeah, well, good thing i didn't, 'cause look where i'd be now." "i'm sorry." "hey, maybe if you had a little faith-- yeah, well, i don't." "(duck quacks)" "(quack) fancy meeting you here." "don't worry." "i'm--i'm leaving." "no, stay." "we shared him in life." "we might as well share him now." "oh." "aren't your flowers pretty?" "i think i might've overdone it a little bit." "hmm." "(clears throat) how are things?" "good." "good." "tommy and i are working a lot." "the winery office is just about open, so..." "that explains why i haven't so how's my daughter?" "rebecca's a godsend, an absolute godsend." "i don't know what i'd do without her." "all that youthful energy around." "that explains why it's so quiet at my house these days." "i'm sorry." "i honestly didn't mean-- no, no, it's okay." "have you heard from justin?" "no." "not in a while." "oh, i can't even imagine." "she reminds me of william." "she's so warm and generous, but she keeps so much bottled up." "(chuckles) like father, like daughter." "yes." "i still miss him." "so do i." "bastard." "(laughs) listen, we're giving a birthday dinner tonight for kitty." "ld you like to come, see rebecca?" "i'd love to." "i-i mean, unless--i mean, i don't want to impose." "holly, you being here at my husband's gravesite, that's an position." "aring a taco with your daughter, i can live with." "okay." "(car door closes)" "you don't think william h-had-- oh, god, do you think..." "(laughs) nah." "of course not." "?" "goody. maybe someday we'll have a chance to eat some of them." "oh, come on, guys, stop reading the menu." "i'm starving already for alcohol." "and we are gonna kill you at bowling on friday!" "(cheering) yeah!" "get it on!" "(man barking) i'm sorry, but is there anything we can do?" "kathy promised me we have a table." "kathy promised everyone that, which is why she was fired today." "the party at your table should be finished soon." "you can have a drink at the bar." "yeah, i know. thank you." "(gasps) oh, my god, she is-- she's just too perfect." "why didn't you bring her?" "oh, yeah, 'cause a screaming baby would've made this evening so much more enjoyable." "that's why i left her at home." "at least i know what the title of my... autobiography is gonna be" ""kevin walker--a lifetime of endless disappointments."" "oh, come on, they've got phones in asia." "malaysia, and what's the point?" "if it weren't god, he'd dump me for someone else like... shiva or a lifuard." "or maybe somebody who uses a little less product." "don't worry, it's-- i don't--ohh!" "do we have an e.t.a.?" "hi." "what?" "i thought i was late." "mom?" "holly?" "you didn't tell them, did you?" "it's a birthday. everyone loves surprises on a birthday." "excuse me, please." "i need, i think, a drink." "i second that." "mom, why didn't you tell me you were coming?" "if you would answer my calls, you'd know." "rebecca, your mother just wanted to see you." "oh, well, now you have." "excuse me." "want to look at the menu?" "how could mom do this to me on my birthday, no less?" "are we over hating holly yet?" "we don't hate holly." "it's just awkward, that's all." "i hate her." "yeah, you hate everyone." "oh, i'm sorry, i didn't get a quickie on the spin cycle to put me in a good mood." "tommy, i can't believe you would-- you are such an ass!" "since when are we not allowed to blab?" "relax, i will go talk to her." "he doesn't care about me." "he doesn't care about ojai." "it's like he's completely disappeared from my life." "oh, he's a new parent, sarah." "oh, god, i look old." "no, you don't." "no, i do. i feel old." "yeah-- and let's--let's talk about rebecca for a minute." "i mean, what is that about?" "i mean, she barely knows me, yet somehow she manages to plan my birthday party?" "i mean, i don't--i don't even like mexican food." "(toilet flushes) rebecca, uh, hi." "we--we were just, uh-- talking about me. i heard." "you know, for once why don't you just tell me to my face that you hate that i'm a part of this family?" "i should go." "(clears throat) all right, look, rebecca, i am... i'm sorry if i hurt your feelings." "it's just that-- why don't you stop trying to be polite, or whatever you're doing, and just--just tell me, you have a million shoes." "well, rebecca, that is not the point." "and i just want to know, i mean, i've been gone for what, two months, and suddenly you're my mom's favorite." "i mean, how did you do that?" "how did you go from home wrecker to surrogate daughter?" "because i was there." "because i'm not busy like everyone else in this family." "and yeah, we go to yoga sometimes, and sometimes we cook dinner together, but at least she's not spending every waking minute thinking about iraq." "i mean, oh, god, and i'm so sorry that i tried to plan you a birthday party." "i thought it would be nice." "i'm done trying. i'm..." "(door opens)" "** ohh." "it's true what they say." "tequila makes everything better." "nobody says that." "well, when i'm first lady, i'll say it, and it'll catch on." "hey, you're not really angry with me, are you?" "oh, i'm sorry. i'm-- i'm too busy to talk." "is that what this is about?" "oh, ding, ding." "give that man a prize." "you know this is your fault." "what's my fault this time?" ""the thorn birds." you made me watch it with you." "richarchamberlain and his cute little white collar," ""a love that's taboo and irresistible," ooh." "mom, mom, you know what?" "we can't even get a table. can we please just call it a night?" "now that's a bit selfish of you, isn't it?" "selfish?" "i mean, we are all here for your birthday, and we will be seated." "now." "don't ask." "uncle saul, you have the right idea, you know that?" "no ties, no commitments, and if you want to spend the whole weekend in bed doing nothing but watching porn and doing "the new york times" crsword, would anyone stop you?" "no." "shut up, kevin." "just please do me a vor." "shut up now." "i'm trying to pay you you are so oblivious." "do you have any idea how blessed you are?" "angry?" "no, i'm not angry, tommy." "i would say i'm disappointed." "i mean, here i am trying to maybe get my marriage back together, looking for a sympathetic ear, and you don't have time." "oh, you think you're the only i mean, julia hasn't left the house since william died." "i know-- all right?" "she won't stop crying." "the only people she'll talk to are her parents, okay?" "julia won't stop crying?" "yes. i mean, it's non-- julia won't stop crying." "look, you don't have to-- what?" "what?" "what?" "you should talk. this is serious." "wait a minute. did you just say that she shouldn't tell me, because what, what, i'm not your sister?" "she just didn't have to" "(all talking at once) hey, guys." "(all talking at once) hey, walkers!" "robert." "wh-what are you doing here?" "you're supposed to be in phoenix." "i have a present for you." "where's your mother?" "and do you know why he's not here to celebrate?" "because he's off fighting in that stupid war." "and one more thing that makes this day special-- my cheating husband died a year ago today." "(woman) ma'am, you're disturbing our patrons." "so maybe if you could move your drunken asses out of these chairs, then perhaps my family could sit down and eat a damn burrito and end this miserable day!" "mom?" "what?" "justin's okay." "what?" "i can't give you any specifics, but he's been out on a mission for a few weeks." "it's over." "he's headed back to base." "oh, god!" "justin's all right!" "oh, robert, thank you, thank you, thank you!" "i knew you'd come through." "hey, mccallister." "you're waitin' on us?" "uh, yes, but i hope i can still count on your vote." "mm, sorry. green party." "(sniffs) so who's up for some more nachos, huh?" "we're not getting that table." "oh, i could care less." "hi." "hey." "i got your message." "i'm--i'm so glad justin's okay." "yeah, me, too." "i'm glad you're here, but you didn't need to come out." "oh, i wanted to be here." "so where's the party?" "it's in the living room." "* so, yeah * ooh, ohh!" "lizzie, lizzie, lizzie!" "oh, my goodness!" "(baby talk voice) look at you." "there you are. look at that." "(normal voice) h julia." "hi." "(laughs) she's gotten so heavy." "i know." "she's ?" "cooper!" "cooper, come on!" "not with pizza." "i need to talk to rebecca." "hi." "hi." "it's a great party." "yeah. yeah, i probably should have just ordered beer and pizza in the first place but..." "mm, yeah." "well, we're not really fit to be seen in public." "**" "so i was thinking about what you said." "i shouldn't have said anything." "no, no, you should've, and you were right." "you shouldn't be the only one trying." "i'm really sorry about your dad's present." "mm. that's okay." "i guess i was just, i don't know, savingt for some day when i really needed him." "mm. i get that." "(man vocalizing) well, i think i'm gonna go try and pry lizzie out of my mother's hands." "(chuckles) hey." "i'm so glad you came." "here. (grunts) i know it can't have been easy." "it's actually more okay than i thought it would be, but thanks." "hey, how are things with joe?" "uh, well, you really want to know?" "we had sex." "oh, my-- yeah." "kevin." "hope it's okay that i dropped by." "robert told me the good news." "of course." "so, uh, are you still mad at me?" "you know what?" "justin's all right." "i can't be mad at anyone right now." "wow. that looks great." "can i help?" "no, i think i got it." "okay." "actually, um... there are some candles in that drawer over there." "i'm on it." "look, this summer has been one of the best i've had in a long time." "oh, i know. it's like danny and sandy in "grease."" "yeah?" "yeah." "which one of us is sandy?" "well, you're about to go help the poor, so i think that makes you the goody two-shoes in this relationship." "(laughs) kev... i don't expect you to wait for me." "well, that's too bad, because i'm going to." "you are?" "come on." "you're the one always saying i need to have more fah." "besides, what am i supposed to do?" "i love you." "i love you, too." "(all) * happy birthday to you * (saul) oh!" "(sarah) that is so cute." "* happy birthday to you * what is that?" "* happy birthday, dear kitty * * happy birthday to you *" "(cheering) should i make a wish?" "(rebecca) make a wish." "okay, ready?" "(all) yay!" "(tommy) a toast." "(robert) yeah." "(kitty) no, no, no, no." "come on, no." "yes. to kitty, for bringing us together." "to my sister kitty, who might be conservative in her politics but has always been liberal with her love." "(laughter) you know i mean it." "and who also did the unthinkab and set me up with a man of god, and was right." "amen." "(all) amen." "(jason) amen!" "happy birthday, kitty." "may you always continue to defy expectations." "and i hope you never fit into anyone's stupid box." "the reason i love you is 'cause you don't." "(chuckles) and, um, speaking of boxes," "(kitty) oh, whoa." "(saul) oh, my god." "look at the size of that box." "(paige) wow, what's in there?" "oh, i'm so glad you're home despite the way ve been acting lately." "i've just been so scared and taking it out on you, and i'm sorry." "you're a wonderful daughter and friend, and i love you, and... this is the dress i wore when i married your father." "i thought maybe you'd like to wear it for your wedding." "oh, mom." "(sarah) oh!" "wow, thank you." "shouldn't we toast grandpa?" "(nora) oh." "(saul) oh, that's a great idea." "(kitty) yeah." "to william." "(all) to william." "to dad." "to dad." "(sarah) oh, yeah." "(rebecca) i love this song." "(saul) i love this song, too... (cell phone rings) (robert) hello?" "(saul) whoa!" "(sarah) whoo!" "(saul) there you go." "(nora) oh, wait, wait, wait." "oh, go!" "(indistinct conversations)" "(tommy) go, cooper!" "go, cooper!" "go, cooper!" "whoo!" "go, cooper!" "go, cooper!" "go, coop, go!" "go!" "yeah!" "(cheering)" "(tommy) i want to see break dancing. yeah, there you go." "(robert) okay, thank you." "that was general perez." "um-- what happened?" "justin's unit was returning to the base, and they hit an i.e.d." "there was sniper fire." "was anybody hurt?" "kitty, there were casualties." "(gasps) but i don't know who." "i-i don't have any more information." "justin could be fine." "it's justin, isn't it?" "oh, god." "(crying)" "did you hear anything?" "no. no, no." "robert is still making calls." "mom, i really think that you need to lie down or something." "no, i need to fix justin's room." "mom." "please don't ask me to stop." "i have to keep moving." "please don't ask me to stop." "(sniffles) i promised him i would be brave." "kitty, i promised him i'd be brave." "mom, that's okay." "(crying) it's okay. shh." "it's okay." "(knock on door) joe." "hey." "hey." "hope it's okay. i mean, you sounded so upset." "oh, god, thank you." "come in." "yeah." "i'm sorry. i didn't know who else to call." "oh, no, i'm glad you called." "and the kids?" "did you-- no, i didn't say anything." "i... i just thought we should wait until we have more information." "yeah." "how are you holdin' up?" "oh, not so good." "well, whatever you need, i'm here." "joe, i want you to come home." "we should talk about it later." "no, now." "let's talk about it now." "when i heard about justin, all i could think of was you." "i wanted to be with my family." "that's you, joe." "that's--that's you." "i know, i know, and, um, you know, when everything settles down, we'll talk about it, okay?" "i thought, the other day, that's what you wanted, too." "please, don't." "i was confused, so... so you don't want to move back?" "sarah, i-- what does that mean?" "you want a divorce?" "("who'll stop the rain" playing) justin, hey." "i don't know how you are right now or where you are, but, um, i'm just gonna assume that you're all right and that you'll be watching this soon." "i've been getting to know your family... not that that's an easy thing to do, because, well, they're all a little unhinged, but i think tonight i finally started to figure them out." "like tommy-- he's always so stoic... taking care of everyone around him." "i'm just not sure who's taking care of him." "(rebecca) and kevin-- when he's really hurt, man, is he sarcastic and funny." "god, he's brutally funny, but... i think even he knows that's not always enough." "not now." "not for this." "and sarah's just this force, kind of like superwoman, you know, with the kids and the job." "she's always fighting so hard for her family all the time, but i'm sure she sometimes wishes it was easier," "not so complicated." "kitty's the one i don't really know yet, but i'm glad she came home." "i-i think she needed to be here, especially now." "i think being around her family is what grounds her, gives her direction, keeps her sane." "and your mom--oh, she's like the most amazing woman i've ever met-- the way she handles everything and everyone." "but every so often, i can tell she's a million miles away, thinking about you." "and then she just looks so scared and small." "and you were wrong about being the black sheep." "you're the heart of this family, justin." "they need you and... * and i wonder * i need you, so... please be okay." "please."