I know you never thought it possible, but little Troy Bolton is about to get sexual and thrilling, all at once. Also today: tons of TV news about renewals and cancellations, plus a sexy little companion piece to the Efron news.

Poor Ferris has finally snapped and taken to a life of crime. Also today: A show starring a beloved actress is canceled, another show will feature a non-beloved non-actress, and we fantasize about yet another TV show.

Some shows would do well to have one major revelation in an episode, but Brothers and Sisters ups the ante. One relationship went to the next level, while another is on the rocks.

After a year-long separation and divorce from Justin, Rebecca decided to cut ties with him and the Walker clan and head off to New York City. In typical Brothers and Sisters fashion, it's sad, overly-sentimental, and might make you teary.

That's the question on all the Walker children's minds after Kitty spotted Nora with a mystery woman. So, is Nora roosting with another hen?

It's been over a year since the car crash that wrapped up last season of Brothers and Sisters. So, what've the Walkers been up to? Let's find out.

Last night was the first time in several months that we had to face a Sunday evening without Mad Men. What to watch? There are plenty of options, but how will they stack up against the critic's darling?

Even an impassioned, overwritten monologue from Sally Field may not be enough to save Balthazar Getty if the rumors are true: the straying, Sienna Miller-smooching actor has been fired from Brothers & Sisters.

Playwright and Brothers & Sisters EP Jon Robin Baitz has spilled out his feelings about being "ousted, not fired, an important distinction," from the series he created, though he fails to mention what that distinction is. (We think one ends with the extension of a middle finger and the sound of a door slamming, and the other precedes those with a farewell dinner at Chaya.) Baitz covers a lot of ground in his 5000-word meditation (and that's just part two!) on what it means to leave Hollywood for New York's always-welcoming, rodent-infested embrace, recalling behind-the-scenes power struggles—no McChokeyGates, thank heavens, but Rob Lowe did tend to get pissy if you failed to tell him how nice he looks at the table reads—to his online dating adventures in the "world capital of loneliness." (Baitz obviously a man who never wintered in Bydgoszcz, Poland.) And as for its treatment of the gracefully aging, well—for shame, L.A., for shame: