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DRAPER? JUST MET HER Megan worries about not wearing pants.
Meanwhile, Megan -- in the elevator with her mother and a bunch of shopping bags -- is stopped by some young girls for her autograph. She glances at her mother, clearly hoping for her approval or recognition of her growing fame, and gets le zip. Later, as they dress for dinner, Megan admits to her mother that things are not perfect with her marriage. Marie, probably rightly, points out that Don might be slightly put off by Megan's career taking off and suggests, "Don't dress like his wife. The only thought he should have at this meal is how quickly he can get between your legs." Happy Mother's Day! It sounds classier in French, I'm sure.
Megan takes this advice rather literally as we see at dinner she's basically wearing a dress that looks like a gold shirt and no pants. But first she and Marie have to suffer to listening to Peaches, Herb's wife, prattle on for a bit. Roger is a no-show (he's getting on a flight with Mikey somewhere) and Marie looks murderous. She comments to Megan in French about breaking bottles over Mrs. Herb's head. Marie is fun.
But when the ladies go to the restroom things get a lot less fun, starting when Herb leers grossly at Megan and then really puts his back into insulting, asking him to run his work by some kid who writes flyers for Herb's dealership. Don seems delighted to tell Herb he's done with him -- even making a fat joke to boot -- and I still don't really understand just how important Herb even is in relation to Jaguar. Either way, Don seems happier than he has all season to say goodbye to Herb. "I've never felt better in my life," he tells him.
At home, Don demonstrate that Megan's choice of wardrobe has paid off and that mothers really do seem to know best as he celebrates happiness the only way Don Draper really knows how (this is also how he expresses sadness and rage, too.).... And there goes the third pair of underpants we've seen at 24 minutes into this episode.
Marie, drinking her way through the horror of having to listen to her daughter have sex against a wall, answers the phone and is made even more unhappy to hear it's Roger (calling from the coolest-looking pay phone in the world). Roger steps in it when he admits he really wanted to talk to Don about something really big but whatever, as far as I'm concerned this scene is really all about how Marie refers to Herb's wife as "the apple that goes in the pig's mouth." Le zing!
Back at the office, Burt Cooper moves faster than a man in only socks should be able to and gleefully tells Pete that Banky has gotten back to them and, pending due diligence, the news is good: $11 dollars a share. Pete almost bursts into tears of happiness and even Cooper can't help but want a drink to celebrate (though sadly, Pete is out of Elderflower.) Basically everyone at SCDP stands to get very very very rich. Am I the only one who feels sad thinking about poor Lane?
Pete Campbell sure isn't. He's with Bob Benson, that ass-kisser that my father would refer to as "a haircut" who keeps trying to ingratiate his way in with the top brass -- in this case by trying to pay for Pete's good time -- at some crazy '60s pleasure party house. But uh oh: Leaving a room with a scantily clad African American lady is their man from Vick's who also happens to be Pete's father-in-law. It's hard to say who is more horrified, though Pete does turn an impressive shade of green.
The next morning a still-pale Pete comes to Ken Cosgrove. Hooray for a Ken scene! Pete lays it out: "I saw my father-in-law with the biggest, blackest prostitute you've ever seen." Kenny just laughs, which is awesome. But this is not the end of Ken Cosgrove awesomeness: He then launches into a story about how this is like the time this movie came to his little town in Vermont -- "A delivery system for some filthy stuff" -- and that he saw his science teacher there. (Thankfully not "working the slide ruler.") He tries to hip Pete to the concept of mutual assured destruction, meaning that since both men are guilty they'd both be doomed if they sell the other one out. Or something. I'm not sure if this is the same thing at all, Ken, but I do love your sunny optimism and your hair and your smile and it seems like you'd smell good and I'd like to read whatever sci-fi novel you are working on at night. As if things couldn't get worse, an urgent calls in from Jaguar.
NEXT: Pete takes the fall