"Brothers & Sisters" Episode 205 Recap: “Domestic Issues"

On the other line? Some hysteric asking Tommy if he can come give her a ride. Hmm. Wonder who that could be?

Cut to outside the “Lucky Club” which looks like it may be a seedy biker bar. Tommy drives up in his Ford Explorer and spots Lena seated on a bus stop bench. She hops in the car. Clearly she’s had a few drinks. Also, possibly a few bikers, but we’ll never know the details. At any rate, she’s all tipsy and mopey. Out of the blue, she leans over and plants a wet sloppy kiss on Tommy.

Lena: I’m sorry.

Yeah right. Real sorry. I’m surprised this whole “I’m completely drunk and can’t help myself” ploy works with Tommy, but he buys it hook, line and sinker and starts kissing her back. I see boiled bunnies down the road. Oh, well, at least Julia will have a much easier time getting full custody of Cabbage.

Cut to McAllister’s office late at night. He’s going over his debate talking points one final time.

McAllister: Listen. Tomorrow. Can we survive a respectable showing?

Travis: Don’t listen to the pundits. Their job is to create drama.

McAllister: If I can’t get out there and articulate my positions in a way that people hear it, get it, and want me to lead, then it might as well be a beauty pageant.

Uhm, a beauty pageant you could win. Okay, I have a lot of trouble suspending my disbelief and imagining pretty boy Rob Lowe’s McAllister character as a viable Republican presidential candidate. But then, I also find Mitt Romney equally fantastical.

McAllister: Travis, will you just not manage me? Talk to me about what’s really going on.

The scene abruptly shifts to McAllister’s Santa Barbara mansion. Kitty is on her laptop — probably looking up baby names.

McAllister comes in. He brought her a tray of sushi and a big bottle of champagne. Both of which she refuses.

McAllister: Travis was right. You’re pregnant!

McAllister is incensed. Why didn’t she tell him? Okay that’s a little silly. She just found out this afternoon.

McAllister: You should have told me.
Kitty: Honestly, is that what you’re upset about? Or are you upset about how this is gonna go down in the red states?
McAllister: Of course I’m thinking about that, and so should you, given your job description.

“Going down in the red states” is a part of Kitty's job description?

McAllister: How did this happen. I thought we were being careful.
Kitty: We were. It happened anyway.

Probably didn’t help that Kitty went skeet shooting with her diaphragm.

McAllister: Where are you going?
Kitty: To bed. And you don’t have to worry about me throwing up backstage tomorrow, because I’m going to be at home watching the debate with my family.

Cut to Halloween night. You can tell it’s Halloween night because a fairy princess, Dracula, and a monkey are all camped out on Nora’s front porch with pillow cases.

Kitty slides up between them and Nora, in her ridiculous witch costume complete with boogley eyes, invites her in.