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Break out your specimen collection cups and toast the
Unbound Edition Players as they present “The New Girl.”
(Curtain up)
Scene: The office of a
fertility specialist.
Dr. Stone: Hey. I’m Dr. Stone. As opposed to Dr. Rocks,
which would be the most obvious testicular pun ever. Thank you, show writers.
Trudy: I’m rich and well-connected. And, judging from the
way I speak, I clearly have something shoved up my butt.
Dr. Stone: Ah. I think I might know why you’re not getting
knocked up.
Scene: A few minutes
later in the doctor’s office. Pete is meeting with him privately.
Dr. Stone: So, did your testicles descend normally?
Pete: Absolutely.
Dr. Stone: Have you ever fathered a child?
Pete: Oh, ha ha ha ha. Don’t make me laugh. What an amusing
thought.
Pete’s testicles: Psst! Doc!
Pete: Quiet, you.
Dr. Stone: Do you want a child?
Pete’s eyes: Dilate. Dart.
Pete: Totally.
Dr. Stone: For real?
Pete: Well, I do worry about bombs. And the economy. And I
work as high-powered account man. And my in-laws suck. Oh, and my dad just
died. And sometimes I have a hard time peeling the plastic off of my cheese
slice. And do these pants make my butt look big? Mother of God, make it all
stop!
Scene: Sterling Cooper
Joan: Check it, beeyotches. I’m engaged! Oh, hey, Mr. Draper.
Bobbie Barrett’s on the phone.
Bobbie: Hi. I’m
drunk. We just sold the pilot for “Grin and Barrett.” Come celebrate
with me at Sardi’s. Maybe you can threaten and violate me again. I have no pride.
Don: But I do. I need to work. Can’t make it, nosirree.
Scene: Five seconds
later at Sardi’s
Don: Hidey.
(Don sees Rachel Menken and makes eye contact)
Don’s heart: Thump. Palpitate.
Don: Miss Menken.
Rachel: Actually, it’s Mrs. Katz. This is my sweet, but ferret-like
husband, Tilden.
Don’s heart: Seize. Shatter.
Rachel: Enjoy your inappropriate relationship, you two. Ta.
Bobbie: I want some chow. Tell me what to get.
Don: Steak tartare.
Bobbie: Why, how could you possibly know of my fondness for
raw red meat?
Bobbie’s jacket from the last episode: Oh, honey. Everyone
knows.
Bobbie: Do you like the ocean?
Don: Yep.
Bobbie: I have a little place on the shore. I want to have
you on the beach. I want to feel the cold sand on my back. The surf pounding
behind us.
Bobbie’s jacket from the last episode: Sweet Jesus. Please leave
me at home.
Scene: Don’s car as he
and Bobbie drive, late at night
Bobbie: I’m totally wasted. Here, take a swig from this open
bottle of whiskey, what with you being behind the wheel and all.
Don: Sure! What could possibly go wrong?
Car radio: I’m playing the theme from “A Summer Place,” an obvious
cautionary tale about adultery. Dooooo-do-DO-do-dooooo…
Bobbie: So, do you like gladiator movies? God, I feel so
goooood.
Don: I don’t feel a thing.
Bobbie: Come here, you. Mwah mwah. Poke poke. Prod prod.
Don’s car: Skid! Swerve! Crash!
Scene: Shortly thereafter
at a police station
Cop: Your “wife” says the whiskey was hers, but you were at
the legal limit of .15 percent.
Don: Damn, the limit is that high? 1962 is awesome.
Cop: The fine is $150.
Don: I have $63. I’ll mail you the rest.
Cop: Pay up or drop your jacket, pretty boy.
Call somebody.
(Don rifles through his wallet and picks up the phone.
Later, we see a woman’s shoes as she walks into the police department.)
Audience: Sweet! Did he call Rachel to bail him out?
Peggy: No. It’s just me. Here’s your money, sir.
Bobbie: Hi. I’m drunk and disheveled.
Peggy: Whore.
Scene: Later in the
car as Peggy drives Don and Bobbie home
Peggy: Bitch, don’t hurl in my car. And, Dick, I put two
bucks of gas in this to save your sorry ass.
Bobbie: I'm drunk and my breath smells like tartare. I can't go home.
Peggy: You can stay with me.
Don: No one can know about this.
Peggy: Oh, I’ll forget it, buddy. But don’t be a tool to me
because I remind you of it.
Scene: Early morning
in the Draper house. Don creeps into the bedroom.
Betty: Where in the hell were you?
Don: I was in an accident. I didn’t want to wake you. But
it’s totally not my fault. I have really high blood pressure, see, and my
medicine reacted with some drinks, see, and I rolled the car. Yes, yes. That is
entirely what happened. Woe are my sad little thumper and I.
Betty: Oh, for God’s sake. While I do have the mental
capacity of a turnip, even I can see through this one. Der.
Scene: Peggy’s
apartment
Peggy: Here’s some food. I’m bitter and will go lay down
because I’m tired.
Bobbie: Oh, my head.
Peggy: Do you have a headache? A little boy in our
neighborhood hit his head on a swingset and died.
Debbie Downer: WAH-waaaaah.
Peggy: Do you want to play cards? Old Maid? I'm good at that one.
Bobbie: Why are you doing this? Are you banging Don?
Peggy: No. He has just done a lot for me. Uh-oh. I feel a
flashback coming on.
Wayne
and Garth: Doodly doo! Doodly doo! Doodly doo! Doodly doo!
Scene: Peggy flashes
back to her postpartum hospital bed
Doctor: She has a psychoneurotic condition and will be here
for a few weeks.
Peggy’s Sister: Surprise! I’m pregnant. About to pop!
Audience: Holy crap! We've been hoodwinked! Damn that Weiner!
Peggy: Tell me about it.
Scene: Bathroom at the
fertility doc’s office. Pete marches in to take care of business.
Sample cup: Do you want to have dinner or go dancing first?
Pete: No, I’m good. I’ll just peruse this issue of Jaybird USA here.
Pete’s zipper: Zip!
Pete's testicles: Ascend!
Scene: Roger
Sterling’s office. He’s playing paddleball.
Paddle: Pound pound.
Ball: Bounce bounce.
Audience: Oh, gross. Damn that Weiner!
Scene: Peggy’s
apartment
Peggy: Your eye looks better.
Bobbie: Thanks. Are you in love with Don?
Peggy: No.
Bobbie: You’re so young and beautiful.
Peggy: Um, are you sure that eye’s working ok?
Scene: Sterling Cooper. All of
the guys are leering at Don’s hot new secretary, Jane, who conveniently has her
shirt unbuttoned.
Joan: Button up, you pathetic slut.
Jane: Why, I had no idea.
Joan: This office hinges on professional decorum. In fact…
(Fred Rumsen runs out of his office)
Fred: Hey, listen to this!
(Fred proceeds to play his zipper to the tune of Mozart’s
“Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.”)
Joan: As you were.
Scene: Peggy’s
apartment
Bobbie: Listen, girlie. You have to treat Don as an equal.
You can’t be a man. Don’t even try. Be a woman. Sport durable jackets. It’s powerful business when done correctly. Dig?
Peggy: I think so.
Bobbie: Be big and strong. Don’t be a pansy. Now how do I
get to Grand Central from here?
Peggy: I’ll walk you to the train station. It’s just two
blocks.
Bobbie: Walk? In Brooklyn?
Cower! Cower! I’ll call a car.
Scene: The Campbell home
Pete: Hey. I’m home. Worship me.
Trudy: Dr. Stone’s office called. Your swimmers were the envy of the sperm bank. Positively Phelpsian.
Pete: That’s a relief, I do say. Check me out, the poster
child for virility. Woo, don't stand too close, lest you spontaneously conceive!
Trudy: Um. My uterus is full of Craisins.
Pete: Oh, right. You. Yeah, you’re broken. Maybe the doctor
can blow up your ovaries or something. I dunno. Kids suck the fun out of
everything anyway, so maybe we're lucky that you're barren.
Trudy: You’re an ass.
Pete: Look, hag, I just did a very private thing in a very
public place. I’ve never done that before.
Pete’s office couch cushion: Au contraire, my good man.
Pete: Shut it.
Scene: Peggy’s
apartment. She’s flashing back again to when she was in the hospital.
Peggy: I’m all groggy. Hey, is that you?
Don: Yep. You got a promotion and split. Your mom said you were
quarantined with TB. That didn’t help. What’s the deal?
Peggy: Dunno.
Don: Yes you do. What do they want you to do?
Peggy: Dunno.
Don: Do whatever they say. Get out and move on. It will
shock you how much it never happened. Leave that soldier’s charred corpse on
the field and steal his identity and live a lie as Don Draper.
Peggy: Um, what?
Don: Just ditch the brat and the fat suit and move on.
Scene: The next day in Don’s office. He’s meeting with
Pete and Salvatore on a client project.
Peggy: Hi. Sorry my stuff is late. I was…sick. I need more
time.
Don: I managed to get my work done. Do you need someone to
bail you out?
Peggy: I’ll have it first thing Monday, Mr. Draper.
Don: Yes you will.
(Pete and Salvatore leave)
Peggy: Give me my $110.
Don: Oh, my bad. I guess when you forget something, you
forget everything. Here.
Peggy: Thank you, Don. I totally own you now. Feel my power!
Scene: That night at the Draper house
Betty: How was your day? (Serves him a plate of meatloaf)
Don’s taste buds: Shake. Sweat. We’re in withdrawal!
Don: Where’s the salt?
Betty: You’ll get used to it. It’s for your own good.
Sally: Why can’t Daddy have salt?
Betty: Because we love him. But mostly because I’m a
vindictive shrew.
Ketchup bottle on the table: Psst! Lucky for you, nutritional labels won't be mandated on products for 28 years. I’m brimming with tasty, tasty sodium! Yeah, I got your back, buddy.
(Curtain down)
Now that’s what I’m talking about. This week’s plot and
character developments were a long time coming this season. Seriously, did all
of you also assume that Peggy’s sister was raising her kid? That was well
executed. And I was thrilled to see Rachel Menken again, though obviously still
heartbroken. Damn you, Don. It’s also interesting that Peggy and Don have that
secret “I have such dirt on you, so don’t piss me off” bond. Now she'll have some nice "hand" at the office. It was a nice touch that she called him
“Don” and gave him the knowing look at the end. But Fred’s one-man zipper band
will haunt me when I sleep.
Here’s a sneaky peeky
at next week’s episode, “Maidenform.” Judging from the title, we can assume
that everyone but Peggy is auditioning models for a pointy bra campaign. And
Don and Bobbie are still going at it? Boobs.
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