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(curtain up)
Scene: Evening in Don’s bedroom. Don and Betty are coming home from an awards ceremony.
Betty: Lookee you, a winner of a “Newkie” award. I’m drunk and giggly.
Don: I’m nonchalant. People who make big deals out of awards are lame.
Betty: Lookee you in your big boy tuxedo. I’m still drunk and giggly.
Don: I’m drunk, too.
Betty: Let’s pass out.
Don: Yay.
Scene: The next morning in Don’s bedroom
Don: Hey, Betty. It’s 8 o’clock.
Betty: Shit. Hey, I just said “shit.” Can we really say that on basic cable?
Don: Yeah, I guess so. Go, AMC.
Betty: Cough cough.
Don: Cough cough. We must have smoked a lot last night.
Betty: Good lord. I’m so totally hung over.
Sally: Mommy! Mommy! Ethel’s downstairs. She made us breakfast.
Betty: I don’t know who Ethel is, but Mommy has a headache.
Don: Cough cough.
Betty: Cough cough.
Don: I’m going to throw up now.
Scene: Later that morning at Sterling Cooper
Receptionist: Congratulations, Mr. Draper. I heard Advertising Age ran a picture.
Don: Whatever. No one ever reads that.
Ken: Check me out! I got a short story published in Atlantic Monthly! It’s called “Tapping a Maple on a Cold Vermont Morning.” Sounds like a euphemism, but I’m such a nerd, it really is about syrup tapping.
Pete and Paul: Golly. Sounds like quite the page turner. We’re going to patronize you now because we’re jealous.
Paul: Oh wait. We’re here for a meeting about Liberty Capital Savings.
Pete: They want a new promotion to get people in. How about a toaster giveaway? Or a blender?
Ken: Oooh. I like blenders!
Don: Zip it, Mrs. Butterworth. Women don’t do the banking, fools. We manly men do. Oooh, and because most of us are philanderers, we need our own accounts, beyond the family.
Pete: I see that. Discretion. Discretionary. I’ll just sit here nattering forms of the word “discreet” while I think about getting one of these accounts so my wife doesn’t know about the things I do on the side. Like Peggy.
Paul: And the bank statements would come to the office. It’s perfect for pulling one over on the little lady at home.
Everyone: High five!
Scene: Shortly thereafter in Don’s office
Phone: Ring ring.
Don: Hello?
Peggy: It’s Bix Beiderbecke for you.
Don: Huh?
Peggy: Yeah. Bix Beiderbecke.
Don: OK.
Midge: It’s me.
Don: Who’s Bix?
Midge: The trumpeter. I’m thinking of playing the horn this afternoon.
Audience: Holy God! Could that be a more obvious euphemism? We’re a little creeped out.
Peggy: Doodly doo. I’ll pick up the phone over here. Wait, what’s this I’m hearing?
Midge: Just get down here. I want you to pull my hair and ravish me and leave me for dead.
Peggy: My virgin ears! OK, not really, since you all know I let Pete strap a saddle on me on my first day here. But still, ewwww.
Don: OK, I’m leaving my office now. I’ll be back after lunch.
Peggy: Right. Lunch. Whatever.
Scene: Midge’s apartment
Don’s horn: Honk honk! Honk honk!
Midge: Woo. OK, your work here is done.
Don: Don’t call me at the office anymore.
Midge: Mumble mumble.
Don: Mumble mumble.
Audience: What in the hell are they saying? Let’s turn the volume up.
Midge: Mumble mumble.
Don: Mumble mumble.
Audience. Um, still not picking it up. More volume.
Midge: Mumble mumble.
Don: Mumble mumble.
Audience. Huh? Whatever. We give up.
Scene: That evening in Pete’s bedroom. Trudy is reading something in bed.
Pete: YOU HATE IT.
Audience: Oh God. The volume! The volume! Turn it down!
Trudy: I have a stick up my butt. This is strange and modern. I only like the classics.
Pete: My jammies are buttoned all the way up. I’m losing circulation in my neck.
Trudy: Seriously, what is up with this story? There’s a talking bear.
Pete: Idiot. The bear’s not really talking. It’s what the hunter imagines the bear to be saying. Der.
Trudy. Um. Oh. It’s, uh, very well written. I just overpronounced the t’s in “written.” Because I don’t have the capacity to deliver dialogue naturally.
Pete: Yes, I’m magnificent. Call Charlie Fiddich and tell him to publish it.
Trudy: Why?
Pete: Because Ken Cosgrove, an account executive, published some lame turd about syrup. And I just overpronounced the t in “account.” Ha.
Trudy: But you were so upset when I told you.
Pete: Told me what?
Trudy: That Charlie was my first.
Pete: Huh? Oh, that. Well, you can make it up to me now, you tramp.
Scene: the next day in the conference room. The honchos are gathered for a meeting and Peggy comes in.
Peggy: Um, Don, there’s someone named Adam Whitman here for you.
Don’s blood pressure: Hi. I’m about 220/150 now.
Don: Where is he?
Peggy: Reception.
Don: I’ll be right back.
Scene: Reception
Don: May I help you?
Guy: It’s you. It’s really you, Dick. I can’t believe it.
Don: I have no idea what you’re talking about. You look like the love child of Eddie Haskell from “Leave it to Beaver” and Biff from “Back to the Future.”
Guy: It’s me. Adam. Your little brother.
Don: My name is Don.
Adam: I’m a janitor and found this here paper in the trash. See, this is your picture. You’re so totally my brother Dick, Dick.
Don: God, why couldn’t they just call me Richard if I am that guy? But anyhoo, nope. Still not me. OK, maybe it is. Meet me at the Dee-Lite coffee shop down the street at noon.
Adam: That’s swell. Groove is in the heart.
Don: Huh?
Adam: Never mind. You’ll get that in about 30 years.
Scene: Dee-Lite coffee shop
Adam: I can’t believe this. It is really you.
Don: What do you want from me?
Adam. I thought you were dead, Dick.
Don. That’s not me.
Adam: Why did you leave me?
Don: OK, maybe it is me. I couldn’t go back there. What happened to her?
Adam? Mom?
Don: She wasn’t my mom.
Adam: Stomach cancer.
Don: Good. Wow, I’m a cold bastard.
Adam: Golly, I’m just so excited. Did you miss me at all?
Don: Of course I did.
Scene: Charlie Fiddich’s office
Trudy: Why, hello.
Charlie: Hi. My head is too small for my body.
Trudy: Did you like Pete’s story?
Charlie. That doesn’t matter. I miss you. I miss being with you. But seriously, look at my head. It’s like a pluot.
Trudy: That’s very sweet to hear. The part about you missing me. Not so much the stuff about your freakishly undersized noggin. Which you’re right about, by the way.
Charlie: Let’s get it on.
Trudy: No. I’m a newlywed. Maybe like some movie, when we’re old. And the rest of your body has shrunken down to match your head size.
Charlie: Like what, “Cocoon?” No. I want you now.
Trudy: Oh boy. This is gonna get weird.
Scene: Peggy’s desk
Betty: Well, here I am with the kids for our portrait. Where’s Don?
Peggy’s blood pressure: Hi. I’m 170/110 now.
Peggy: Um. Er. Well, um. He’s probably pulling some hussy’s hair, but I won’t tell you that. Here, sit in his office. I’m going to completely overreact like someone just dropped a box of anthrax on my desk and run around the office like a spaz. Back in a jif.
Joan: What’s your deal?
Peggy: Don’s a man-whore. He sees this woman. The other day, he came back all greasy and calm. And now he’s gone and his wife is here and I’m entirely wigging out.
Joan: Settle down there. Just cover for him and act like the idiot you are.
Peggy: OK. Whew. You’re helpful.
Scene: Dee-Lite coffee shop
Adam: Who is Donald Draper? You got a wife? Kids?
Don: I’m freaking out. I’m gonna go. Let me pay for your lunch.
Adam: Why are you being such a tool?
Don: Remember when I said I’d pay for your lunch? I meant I’m not gonna pay for your lunch because this never happened. Ta.
Scene: Don’s office
Betty: So. You got a boyfriend?
Peggy: No. Just some blind dates.
Betty: How do you like working here for Don?
Peggy: Um, well, golly. It’s just great. I don’t listen to phone calls with his mistress or anything.
Betty: My husband is a mute with the charisma of a turnip. You probably know more about him than I do.
Peggy: What, like how he likes hornblowing? No, I don’t know anything about that. Oh God. This is getting awkward. I need to change the subject. Hey, you’re pretty.
Betty: Yes I am.
Don: I’m here now, pretending I was at the printer.
Scene: The conference room. The team is meeting with the client from Liberty Capital.
Paul: The modern executive is a busy man. He leads a complicated life. He has business expenses. Family. Leisure. And he cheats. A lot.
Client: Huh?
Paul: You should offer an account for a man that is private.
Client: Ah. An executive private account.
Paul: Lookee here at this mockup with the torch of the Statue of Liberty.
Pete: I like that. It says “Don’t get burned.”
Client: Huh?
Pete: I like turtles.
Scene: That evening at Pete’s house over dinner
Trudy: I have good news. Charlie came over.
Pete: And?
Trudy: Your dumbass bear story is going to be published. Yay!
Pete: That is incredibly swell news. When? Where?
Trudy: In Boys Life magazine. Yay!
Pete: Um, what? That story was good enough for the New Yorker. Now it’s going to be next to some ad for explosive cigars. You’re a hag. You don’t want me to have what I want.
Trudy: Wow. My boobs are really pointy and projectile when I’m shot from the side.
Pete: I’m mad at you. For the story thing, not the boobs, but now that you mention it, that is a weird angle. You should talk to the director about that.
Trudy: I could have gotten you the New Yorker or the Encyclopaedia Brittanica if I wanted to.
Pete: Why didn’t you?
Trudy: I just don’t know why you’d put me in that position.
Pete: As if I’d do that. Of course you can pick the position that you’re the most comfortable in while I pimp you out to get my stuff published. Hey look. Pot roast.
Scene: That evening at Don’s house
Betty: So we’ll go to my dad’s house on Cape May this summer while you work all the time.
Don: I’m distracted. I might go back to the office. And by “go back to the office,” I mean “go somewhere that’s so totally not my office.” But you’re oblivious, so I could tell you anything and you’d believe it. Hey, look! Something shiny over there!
Betty: Yay!
Scene: Shortly thereafter in Don’s home office
Don: Adam sent me this picture of me in uniform next to him as a wee lad. I’ll burn it now. Fire! Fire!
Adam’s phone: Ring ring.
Adam: Hello?
Don: I need to see you tonight. Are you busy?
Adam: Woo boy! Partying with my big brother! I’ll bet nothing weird happens at all!
Don: I’m going to get this key here and open up my super secret desk drawer and look inside.
Desk drawer: What’s in me?
Don: I’m not telling so the end of this episode will be all dramatic. Here I go, opening up my briefcase to put something in it.
Audience: Is it a gun? My God, is he going to shoot Adam so he doesn’t call him “Dick” anymore?
Scene: Later at Adam’s apartment
Adam: I’m so glad you changed your mind. Welcome to my sad little life. I’m going to stand here and stare at you all creepy-like, mmmkay?
Don: Quit it. I have a life and it only goes in one direction – forward.
Adam: Lookee here. I found a bottle of gin in the couch cushions of one of the offices I clean. Want some?
Don: No.
Adam: So I guess the Cheez-it crumbs I vacuumed out are out of the question?
Don: Indeed.
Adam: Skittles pulled out of the carpeting?
Don: No. Got coffee?
Adam: Alrighty! I’ll make coffee here in this skillet and natter. Yessirree, my back is to you, so I have no idea what you’re doing behind me. Why, you could kill me and I wouldn’t see it coming.
Briefcase: Oooh boy, here comes my big scene!
Don: Here I go, reaching in.
Audience: Oh God. It’s going to be like “Of Mice and Men” where George shot Lenny in the back of the head while he looked off into the water and talked about rabbits. Only the last thing Adam’s gonna see is his skillet o’ coffee. That’s just sad.
Adam: Hey! Whachoo got there?
Don: It’s money. $5,000. Take it and leave me alone.
Audience: Oddly, we’re disappointed it wasn’t a gun.
Adam: I don’t wanna, but ok.
Don: Let’s hug out out. Now go away before I do kill you.
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So now we know some of Don's mysterious past, which is getting interesting. And that Pete's an even bigger creep than we thought. Did anyone else think Don was going to pop his little brother? Here's a preview of the next episode, "Babylon." I think that's the end of this season. If it is, they have a lot of wrapping up to do, but I don't see much in the preview other than the fact that everyone really loves one-way glass and that Betty's all fired up to get it on with Don. Hmmm.
(p.s. Want more recaps? Check out the ADD Theatre presentations of Episodes 1, 2, 3 and 4.)
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