Joan smiles and sweetly touches his face.
As we find out in the next few scenes, however, Don was too late. Joan had just returned from her creepy tryst when Don knocked at the door, which puts her sickly smile and shining eyes in a new perspective. The entire deal was so gross and sad, from sweaty Herb Rennet to the token necklace gift a la Titanic to his pervy “let me see em’!”
“she let me wear my chain (but not my turtleneck sweater)”
Don owns the creative presentation, with a shiny new slogan thought up by Ginsburg: “At last, something beautiful you can truly own.” When he finds out he got the deal, he’s thrilled – until Joan walks into the partner’s meeting, and he realizes what happened. The crestfallen look is just awful. Layne is also crestfallen: he thought he dodged the ‘no bonuses’ bullet, but in fact the bonus money will now be diverted to capital for the Jaguar campaign. Yikes.
dead eyes (adj. + noun): a clear sign of erotic excitement and unambigous consent.
Megan does whatever the hell she wants
Don is pleased when he gets home for the office to find Megan’s been waiting up for him. (Like a mom? Who you never had? Like a daughter, who you no longer have? I don’t know, too many issues.)
DADDY DADDY LISTEN I CAN READ
Oh, actually she’s been waiting up practicing for a big audition! Her giggly excitement disappears pretty quickly when he offers her the ‘mistress’ Jaguar pitch. “Cause the wife is like a Buick in the garage?”
She seems to have forgiven him later, as she shows up at the office, mounts him, and takes off his belt – all in the name of gleaning ‘confidence’ for her audition. K? While she’s in there doing the dirty Draper, her actress friend is crawling all over the table with her ass hanging out, growling like a jaguar.
Ginsburg is characteristically weird; as the other guys drool, he stares at Don’s office, clearly jealous of Megan’s special privileges.
Don is as supportive as Don gets of his spouses until he finds out Megan’s play rehearses in three months. Megan immediately pegs him as not taking her acting seriously – as a hobby, and one she probably wouldn’t succeed at anyway. He tries to forbid her from going (she hasn’t even auditioned yet, so this as premature as dry humpo ejaculation). Of course, this doesn’t fly, because Megan is Woman of the Sixties and she does what she wants! As long as you still fund her! Don shouts after as she storms out with his most hilariously hypocritical diss yet: “Just keep doing whatever the hell you want!”
Poor Megan’s excitement gets stomped when she arrives at the audition, where the first thing they want her to do is a slow rotation so they can check her out from all angles.
wait… which one is paula?
Once her spirit is crushed, she and Don make up, as usual. At least it’s not on the living room floor this time. The kids play on that rug!
There’s no number.
As has been the case this season, Peggy is the unsung hero of SCDP this evening. She comes to the rescue on a conference call with the cologne company – which isn’t even her account – spitballing a way to continue the “Hard Day’s Night Ad” to get girls to want to buy it for Valetnine’s Day. Even though Peggy saves the day, Don gives the account – the accompanying trip to film in Paris – to Ginsberg. When she complains, Don snaps and throws money in her face.
make it rain, 60′s style