1. Don Draper (last week: 3)
You're happy with 50 percent. You're on top and you don't have enough. You're happy because you're successful. For now. But what is happiness? It's the moment before you need more happiness. It's the moment laughing in the hallway with your old war buddy after a successful battle, blood still on your mouth and steel-strength no-ner straining against your pants, when you remember how good the copper tastes and that you can still get it up for the negative when you have to. It's the moment right before the moment when they tell you that they sent everyone home, the coroner is on the way, and the body's still hanging in his office, purple and bursting with fresh death, and
no one thought to cut him down.
You're happy with your agency? You're happy with your life? You're not happy with anything. You don't want most of it.
You want none of it.
Don Draper Fingerbang Threat Level: I'm Leaving You Today
They'd all filed out of the room, heads hung low, wind knocked out of them by what they'd seen. No, it wasn't even the first time someone had died here, but it was the first time someone died like
this. There was no wrapping it up in a blanket so that no one would notice, even if Cooper had sent everyone home on the pretense of a building emergency. People will notice. They'll come back to work the next day and they'll know. They'll hear what happened. There will be a speech. But Lane Pryce was not an astronaut. He was a lost man, an embezzler who got caught. They'll find out. They always do, no matter what story what you tell them.
Now Don squats beside the couch where they laid him after they freed him from the noose, where he will lay until the long car comes to take him away. Unless.
Unless. He looks down at his hand. His fingers tremble. He wants to believe that they're filling with fire, but he knows they're not. They're cold, like the guy on the couch. Still, he has to try, doesn't he? He's failed twice before. Once
in this office, once
in his dreams. The third time is the charm, they always say, though never in this particular situation.
Do we have it in us? he asks them.
Can we do this? They don't even twitch. He has his answer.
Then he sees it. On the desk. A basket made of rope. Or is it wicker? It doesn't matter. He walks over, lifts the lid. There's something inside.
A snake. A stuffed snake.
He puts the lid back on and heads for the door. Then he realizes.
No. A stuffed
cobra.
A cobra in a basket.
Motherfukker.
2. Roger Sterling (last week: 7)
Well, this is a hell of a time for Roger to really get cooking again, isn't it? How does that expression go? "Don't give your pal a raging neg-on and ask him to drill a hole in a barrel of napalm if he's got to cut down a dead Englishman in an hour"? That never works out well for anyone involved.
The other shiny nugget of Sterling's Gold from last night's episode: "Enlightenment wears off." So if you're being baited and you need a designated ball-puncher, Roger is your man, again. He likes the guy who wants Chevy over Jaguar, American over Mohawk, Firestone over Dunlop. The guy who suggests they fire anyone whose squeamishness about working with his family might get in the way of killing Moby dikk. The guy who can walk into a room full of self-satisfied chemical magnates and spin creative for jellied fire-death.
It was nice, we suppose, that he finally showed some concern for Joanie. Though that might have meant a little more last week.
3. A Crippling Sense of Loss and a Deep Sadness (last week: 4)
You almost feel embarrassed for having
fired this particular bullet last week. Now
this is a crippling sense of loss and deep sadness. Jesus Heinz Baked Beans Christ, where will it chart in the goddamn
season finale?
4. Sally Draper and Glen Bishop (tie) (last week: not ranked)
[
To be read to the tune of "Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon," even though Neil Diamond didn't release it until 1967 and Matthew Weiner would probably die of an anachroaneurysm if he were ever to see this.]
Like you so much
Just maybe not in that way
But I'd train to you, girl
And all you can say is
"Don't like your mustache"
Lacrosse kids never get tired
Of beatin' me up
And I never know
When I come around
What Anderson will do
Don't let him pee on my 'stache
Don't you know
Sal, you'll be a woman soon
Please, just hold my hand
Sal, you'll be a woman soon
Soon, you'll need a Glen
I've been misunderstood
For all of my life
But what your mom said
Sal, just cuts like my knife
"The creep smelled my hair"
Well, I finally found
What I've been looking for
But if Betty gets the chance
She'll kill me for sure
Because I touched myself
Sally, that seems unfair
Don't you know
Sal, you're a woman
now?
Please, come take my hand
Sal, you're a woman, now
Soon you'll need a Glen
Soon, I'll tell my friends
5. Joan Holloway (last week: 2)
Pretty rough first go-around as a partner. One minute Joan's trying to decide if there's actually any difference between Bermuda and Hawaii and deflecting a soused, melancholy Lane Pryce's sour remark about imagining her "prancing in the sand in some obscene bikini," and the next she's trying to open a door held shut by his dangling body. (Had Lane been successful in his first suicide attempt in the Jaguar, she'd certainly feel even worse about the promotion.) As Kenny said, presciently: "I wouldn't want to be a partner. I've seen what's involved."