Joan has a quick, unexplained change of heart about the office space; now she wants to buy it NOW! Especially considering the big check for 175k the firm got for Lane’s death benefit. I’m not sure if he left it to the company purposely, or that’s how the insurance policy works. Either way, Don makes a unilateral decision to give 50,000 of it to Lane’s widow. Joan’s still struggling with how she could have prevented Lane’s suicide. Sleeping with him is all she can think of. Goodness, woman, you don’t have to do everything around here!
The next morning, Marie and Megan ALMOST have a Real Loving Parent moment when Marie tries to pull a moping Megan out of bed. I say Almost because as soon as Marie realizes Megan’s depressed about her dream, she pulls out this gem: “Not every girls gets to be what they want. The world could not support that many ballerinas.” Yes, unlike Megan’s lovely papa Emile, Marie is trying to crush the actress dreams. She tells Megan she’s chasing a phantom, and closes with “You are an ungrateful little bitch. Thank god children are not my whole life.” (It sounded pretty in French, though.) I really shuddered during this scene, imaging being raised by such an awful person. I miss my mummy.
I don’t know what Don was expecting when he goes to visits Lane’s widow, but what he gets is some stone cold British bitching out.
AND you ate all the marmite!
She takes the money, but definitely doesn’t let Don off easy. First of all, Don had “no right to fill a man like that with ambition.” What does she mean “like that”? A non-business savvy man? A normal everyday man? A man with a conscience? I’m not sure; weight in, commenters. Second of all, she’s pissed that Don pulled Lane into a world of “freQUENT”ing brothels: she found the picture of Dolores in Lane’s office, and leapt to the simplest conclusion – that Lane was having an affair. Ah; she’ll never know that Lane just had one creepy conversation with her from a stolen wallet.
Don repeats that he’s sorry for her loss several times, but her parting shot is “Don’t leave here thinking you’ve done anything for anyone but yourself.” After all, Lane’s contribution to the company was worth a lot more than that original 50,000 he invested.
Pete gets home, ready to reject and deject his loving wife. Trudy’s all excited about the plans for a new pool, but Pete immediately brings up the negatives: first of all, it’s “awfully permanent,” and second… their kid could drown! I am continuously impressed with Trudy. She cooks dinner, tends the kid, and manages to look glamorous – and on top of that, she’s always cheerful and encouraging, despite Pete’s “doom and gloom”.
When Marie arrives at Roger’s hotel room, they immediately leap into bed. Roger’s not ready to get down, though: he’s still dwelling on Lane’s suicide and mortality and stuff, and he wants to do LSD with Marie. I guess he does want his enlightenment back after all. Unluckily for Roger, Marie says no: “Please don’t ask me to take care of you.” As if we needed more evidence that she wasn’t the most nurturing person. Then again, at least she knows what she wants, and puts her foot down. And what she wants… is poonin.
sex > drugs. i’m with you girl.
Don arrives home to a verrry drunk Megan. Stumbling drunk. And all she wants to do is bone, since “this is all I’m good for.” Whether because of the sore tooth or because she’s being pathetic, Don refuses to kiss Megan and puts her to bed.
Marie then arrives home (“She abandoned me!”, says Megan – truer words…) and Don tries to pin the blame on her. “She left my house a happy girl,” says Marie. Megan is Don’s responsibility now. She does have some advice, though: “This is what happens when you have the artistic temperament but you are not an artist. Nurse her through his defeat, and you shall have the life you desire.” Confucius say, Marie’s a bitch.