Mad Men (2007–2015): Season 1, Episode 10 - Long Weekend - full transcript
It's Labor Day weekend and most of the men are sending their wives away for a few days. Don Draper's wife Betty is dreading the thought, as her father and his new girlfriend, whom she detests, will be staying with them. With the e...
♪♪ [theme]
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, running in the house.
Grandpa's here! And Aunt Gloria!
[sighs]
[sotto voce] If I leave, can
you keep your mouth shut?
[giggles]
Elizabeth, are you hiding
your sugar bowl from me?
Gene, I think I
have some packets
from Howard Johnson's.
No, no.
Daddy, have a
saccharine or nothing.
[Gene] Where is your sugar bowl?
Do you want to wake up with a
cold leg like Grandpa Herman?
Diabetics don't live long,
and sometimes
they lose their legs.
Grandpa!
Good morning.
Good to see you, Gene.
Don.
This is my friend Gloria.
I heard you might be joining us.
It's good to have
another woman around,
give Betty a break.
Oh, I live to serve.
Hey, you heard that, right?
I have a witness.
She's a hell of a sport.
Don, will you help
me with the suitcase?
We're only going
for the weekend.
I can't get it
out of the closet.
[Betty] Honestly, it's unseemly.
I can imagine
everyone at the club.
"Was she waiting at the funeral
"unbuttoning her top button
like for some Sadie
Hawkins dance?"
She seems like a
perfectly nice lady.
What am I supposed to
do with this, fill it with hay?
How far do you
want to go with this?
Oh, I'll say you
talked me out of it.
She's a vulture.
Her husband was a failure.
When he died, they found out
he'd cheated on
his income taxes.
And her kids...
Louise never married.
Two more years and she'll
be hanging out at funerals, too.
Huntley... he was
my brother's age.
He was always "funny."
Birdie, your father was
married, what, 40 years?
The man can hardly
fix himself a cup of tea,
let alone do laundry.
All he needs is a housekeeper.
A housekeeper
goes home at night.
Don.
Let him have it.
Ugh. And that fake smile.
You've been looking
forward to the beach.
Let her cook.
Let your father put
some stones by that wall
so we stop getting water
underneath the deck.
I guess I won't have to
worry about talking to her.
She never stops.
Just get through today. [sighs]
I'll be there
tomorrow afternoon.
We'll go to that place
with the lobster rolls.
Just come now.
You hate the way I drive...
but my father taught me.
Half the office is cleared out.
Hmm?
[projector running]
♪ It's Kennedy, Kennedy
Kennedy, Kennedy ♪
♪ Kennedy, Kennedy
Ken-nedy for me ♪
♪ Do you like a man
who has some spritz? ♪
♪ A man who's always fair ♪
♪ We'll wager him
against the others ♪
♪ And when you compare ♪
[Paul] It looks like a Maypo ad.
[Pete] It's incredible.
[Don] Happy days are here again.
[Paul] I'm just
wild about Harry.
[Don] It's light, it's fun,
it doesn't cloud the mind with,
I don't know, issues?
And it's catchy.
It's catchy like it
gets in your head
and makes you want
to blow your brains out.
[Pete] The president is a
product, don't forget that.
I would like to talk
to you for a moment
about dollars and cents.
Your dollars and cents.
Now, my opponents want to
increase federal expenditures
as much as $18 billion a year.
How will they pay for it?
There are only two ways.
One is to raise your taxes.
Turn it off.
The other...
[expels breath]
An ad made by a
public relations team.
Message received and forgotten.
We should give this to
Franz for some music.
Nixon's campaign
song in the key of E.
♪ Ethel, go get the ice pick ♪
[snapping fingers]
[men snickering]
♪ That Nixon guy
is on TV again ♪
Should have never
been this close.
I'd say we could run them again,
but I don't think you
want to see them.
Oh, I've seen them.
Which reminds me,
you people are not
watching enough television.
It is your job. The
shows and the ads.
I was just wondering,
there must be any
number of people
harvesting mud on
Johnny Kennedy right now.
Have we heard anything?
We hear things. Nothing useful.
He's a womanizer.
That's not going to hurt him.
Women find out about that,
it'll push him over the top.
Nixon is still
ahead in the polls.
Should have never
been this close.
Why do we need to attack
when there is a story to tell?
Kennedy: nouveau riche,
recent immigrant who
bought his way into Harvard.
And now he's well-bred? Great.
Nixon is from nothing.
A self-made man, the
Abe Lincoln of California,
who was Vice President
of the United States
six years after
getting out of the Navy.
Kennedy? I see a silver spoon.
Nixon? I see myself.
If we were to run a critical ad,
there are obvious benefits.
When you run an
ad that's positive,
you're only convincing people
who are already voting for you.
But when you run
an ad that's critical,
you get a shot at the
people on the fence.
There are a lot of
people on the fence.
Gentlemen, whether the
Nixon campaign wants it or not,
we have to produce a spot that
aims a Howitzer at Kennedy's balls.
I want to hear ideas.
After the long weekend.
I agree. Let's go down swinging.
If we can switch to a
conversation about paying clients,
Menken's is coming in
today to sign off on the roll out.
Father and daughter.
I get the feeling
old Abe Schmenken
can kill this whole thing.
Of course, the checks
have cleared already,
but... Don, I want you to go in
and ride bare-back
over Paul here.
Done.
And, uh, Don, I want
you on your best behavior.
Excuse me?
I know she bothers you.
Miss Holloway, may I?
I really need to get
to the bottom of that.
Yes, I would like to
get a look at those.
Margaret and Mona are off
to Block Island for Labor Day.
Gone for the weekend
along with every
other wife in town.
We can go anywhere tonight.
We can see a Broadway show,
then sit at any
table at The Colony
with our clothes
off if we want to.
How about a movie?
Have you seen The Apartment?
I went last week with
Mona and Margaret.
I heard Shirley
MacLaine is good.
Oh, please.
A white elevator operator?
And a girl at that?
I want to work at that place.
Oh, I bet you do.
The way those men
treated that poor girl,
handing her around
like a tray of canapes.
She tried to committed suicide.
So you saw it, huh?
Ah, Red, that's not how it is.
Look, it was crude.
That's the way pictures are now.
You see that ridiculous Psycho?
Hollywood isn't happy
unless things are extreme.
It didn't seem that
extreme to me.
Are we actually going to
get in a fight over a movie?
You know, Mona had a dream once
where I hit the
dog with the car.
She was mad at me all
day, and I never hit the dog.
We don't even have a dog.
Why don't I call you later?
Uh, Joannie...
Call me soon, because
we can go anywhere.
The new atrium
will make the store
brighter and more vibrant.
The aisles will be wider,
spotlighting these new
chrome display cases.
Over here will be
a new restaurant...
An elegant tea room.
Modern classic signs
and champagne linens.
A tea room is nice, but
30% of my ground floor
is devoted to the
restaurant business?
Lunch and Shopping:
a day of indulgence.
It's what ladies like.
Yes, I saw that in
the chapter here.
It's much longer
than the little schedule
that says we have
to close our doors
while it's getting
nailed together.
Three months of construction,
during which time we
build enormous anticipation.
Like a movie premier.
The New Menken's.
You will have a
line that first day.
Even if you have to
pay people to stand in it.
We'll do whatever it takes.
Mr. Draper, my
daughter's presence here
should let you know that
I am not against change.
And let us assume
that this is the most
amazing idea in retail
since "buy one get one free."
[men chuckle]
I still don't understand
why we have to throw
out the baby with the water.
Can't I keep what I
have and just build on it?
Well, honestly,
the unpleasant truth
is you don't have anything.
Your customers cannot
be depended on anymore.
Their lives have changed.
They're prosperous.
Over the years, they've
developed new tastes.
They're like your daughter:
educated, sophisticated.
They know full well
what they deserve
and they're
willing to pay for it.
Why would I want to own a store
that I wouldn't want to shop in?
Mr. Menken, I don't
know if that's true.
You had no problem abandoning
that second-floor hosiery store
on 7th Avenue for
your present location.
And that's a story
you'll be proud
to tell your grandchildren.
The only problem
is, they won't care.
As much as Grandpa
likes that marble palace,
I can promise you, they won't.
They'll look at
it and they'll say,
"Grandpa, it must have been hard
back in the olden days."
[chuckles]
And it was.
Everybody's
jumping to forget it.
Excuse me, but this is
not some phony story
you people print in your
Fourth of July circulars.
My father actually
started with nothing,
and he made it into
everything we're talking about.
Who here can say that?
I meant no disrespect, sir.
None taken.
This is the plan, Daddy.
As you can see, it wasn't
just thrown together.
It does seem very
well thought out.
It is.
Hmm.
Pleasure to finally meet you.
I hope you two know
what you're doing.
Looks like we both
get to keep our jobs
a little while longer.
Don't screw this up.
[Don] I think he likes me.
I guarantee you there is
nothing about you he likes.
What about you?
Daddy, can we?
This place reminds
me of a Czarist Ministry.
No matter what the decision,
you don't feel it was yours.
Fortunately, I have no idea
what you're talking about.
He's very good. Persuasive.
Yes.
A little... dashing
for my taste.
[elevator dings]
Carol, it's 10:30.
Did we have lunch,
because even I
can't leave this early.
No, I needed to talk to you.
Why aren't you at work?
Don't tell me you're late again.
Do you need to see Dr. Emerson?
No. Good grief, Joan.
Then what?
You walked 12
blocks in a heat wave.
And I see you
didn't take my advice
about the dress shields.
You know how Mr. Aldridge
has had me reading
the slush pile?
Yes, writing the
rejection letters.
You told me. It was depressing.
I'm so stupid!
This morning in the
submissions meeting,
the editorial director asks
why we haven't responded
to this poet from
Yale, Marlon Rice.
Mr. Aldridge tells
him we never saw it.
The the director asks me,
and I cover for Mr. Aldridge.
I said that I had
read it and rejected it.
Then they made
Mr. Aldridge fire me.
Oh, honey. That's awful.
He was really sorry about it.
Of course. That SOB. I know.
I'm going to have to ask my
dad for more money again.
It's humiliating. Stop it.
You shouldn't be embarrassed.
There's never enough money.
You always seem to manage.
These men.
We're constantly
building them up.
And for what?
Dinner, jewelry.
Who cares?
We need to go out and
shake all this gloominess.
All I want to do is sit
in the movies and cry.
No movies.
Let's look for some
actual bachelors.
Empty their wallets.
I hate Manhattan sometimes.
Don't say that.
This city is everything.
[knocking at door]
Where's Howdy Dowdy at?
What can I do for you?
I just got off the phone with
Brett Rowley at Dr. Scholl's.
Don't tell me they're
coming in again
about the exercise sandals.
Did you tell them summer's over?
They're not coming in. Ever.
They're going to Leo Burnett.
What? Why didn't he call me?
Probably because they were
disappointed with the creative.
Rowley called it
dull and humorless.
And what did you
say? What could I say?
I've never lost an
account before.
Especially one that was
here before I got here.
So you really put up a fight?
He had very strong feelings.
Said some unpleasant things.
Which you don't remember
or I'm sure you'd tell me.
The day you sign a client is
the day you start losing them.
Are you going to tell
Sterling or should I?
Unless you think it can
wait until after the weekend.
I'll take care of it.
Were you buzzing me?
My intercom was
making a funny sound.
Oh.
Leave it.
Do you wear
Dr. Scholl's inserts?
I thought we all had to.
Take them out.
Get rid of this, please.
[door closes]
[sighs]
We lost Dr. Scholl's.
[metallic clicking]
Where?
Leo Burnett.
Campbell enjoyed telling me
it was something
to do with creative.
I thought I should tell you.
Make sure the ink
is dry on that raise.
That fat piece of shit.
He's a cigarette ash.
Chicago. What a joke.
Small time.
Sorry, maybe you're from there.
Well, I know I didn't
drop the ball on this.
Sales were steady.
It probably didn't help
that our billings crept up
for no apparent reason.
Eventually, an accountant
is going to read the mail.
If you're trying to cheer
me up, it's working.
The day you sign a client is
the day you start losing them.
You don't really believe that.
You know what my
father used to say?
Being with a client is
like being in a marriage.
Sometimes you get into
it for the wrong reasons
and eventually, they
hit you in the face.
[laughs]
Damn it.
Are we supposed
to cry about this?
So we lost an account.
That means we'll
just have to cut back.
Let's go fire somebody.
It's Labor Day weekend.
Between now and Monday we
have to fall in love a dozen times.
Betty's at the shore. I'm
headed down tomorrow.
What do we work so hard for?
To have enough money
to buy fabulous vacations
for our families so
we can live it up here.
Give me tonight;
you owe me that.
I can use you as bait.
There's a casting call at 4:00.
Double-sided aluminum.
If Freddie Rumsen's brain works
the way I think it
works, slow and obvious,
I think we should
go down to casting
and see who's on the couch.
Remember, Don,
when God closes a door,
he opens a dress.
What do you have
there? Precious cargo?
Mr. Rumsen has me
trafficking the Belle Jolie pouch.
Aren't you a busy beaver?
Hey, I'm talking to you.
If you want to see the proofs,
you'll have to check
with Mr. Cosgrove.
It's his account.
Look at you.
Minister of Protocol.
So, has Draper
talked to Sterling yet?
You'll have to ask him.
I'm asking you.
You should talk to him.
What's wrong with you?
Excuse me?
I'm just trying to do my job
and you're making
it very difficult.
Peggy, dear.
I think I understand
what this is about.
But you're not being
professional right now.
I cannot believe I am
in this conversation.
[lower voice] You think
this is easy for me?
I don't know.
I don't know if you like
me or if you don't like me.
I'm just trying to
get along here.
And every time
walk by, I wonder,
are you going to be nice to me?
Or cruel. Cruel?
What am I supposed to say?
I'm married.
Yes, I know.
And I heard all about
how confusing that can be.
Maybe you need me
to lay on your couch
to clear that up for you again?
That's some
imagination you've got.
Good thing you're a writer now.
What do you need me for?
It's incredible.
I mean, we're just hanging
out in the art department
and you two wander in.
We thought it was casting.
I wish it was.
I'd definitely pick you two.
I mean, you have
such an exquisite look.
The bones of your face.
And your sister, my goodness.
You two look very different
when you pay attention.
I have an older brother.
My neighbors
growing up had a dairy,
and one of the cows
gave birth to two calves
that were attached at the back.
Then they cut them apart,
but they always
wanted to be together.
Is that what
happened to you two?
Do you like Ukrainian food?
Let me ask you
something, Draper.
Do any of these men
have anything else to do?
Just wanted to make sure
the girls were, you know...
Matching?
Exactly.
Well, there you
have it, Draper...
Double-sided aluminum
as envisioned by
Sterling Cooper.
[chuckles]
Look at you.
Roger Sterling.
Eleanor. Eleanor Ames.
What a great God
that made two of you.
[girls giggle]
Oh, what a sweet thing to say.
Um, Mirabelle.
This is Donald Draper.
He's our creative director here.
What a pleasure to meet you.
Well, honestly...
I think we're going to
send everyone else home
and use our authority
to say that you two
are the new faces of Cartwright
Double-Sided Aluminum.
Oh, my God. Thank you.
I think this calls
for a celebration.
Come on upstairs with us.
One drink could be fun.
One last question.
How many birthdays have you had?
20.
How about her?
[both giggle]
You're coming, aren't you, Don?
♪♪ [jazz]
Aren't you two a
pair of bookends.
What do you say, Draper?
Shall we cast them in bronze
and mount them on the credenza?
Oh, my.
Everything he says
means something else, too.
It did get warm in here.
They shut the air off at 5:00.
Oh, Rochester...
get her an extra ice
cube or something.
So... Mirabelle, what's
your special talent?
Singing, dancing,
baton twirling?
I ride. Mostly dressage.
She has a wall
full of blue ribbons back
home in Winchester.
Huh. You know, I have
a few awards myself.
[Mirabelle chuckles]
Look at your skin.
It's translucent.
That's "see-through."
Can I touch it?
[girls giggle]
I don't see why not.
After all, I do work here now.
[whistles] That tickles.
Soft as a lamb's ear.
Mm, you've got to feel this.
I'm talking to you, Eleanor.
[giggling]
Do you love your sister?
Of course.
Why don't you show her how much?
Give her a kiss.
Right now.
Why do people
always ask us that?
My God, because
it's a beautiful thing.
[girls laugh]
Well... I should
be heading home.
Wunderbar. Have a great night.
You know what? I
think we should go, too.
Oh, come on.
Nobody's going anywhere.
Do you want to dance?
That's nice.
Dance for us.
I don't dance.
Sure you do. Look at that.
I feel like I'm stuck
somewhere between Doris Day
in Pillow Talk
and Midnight Lace,
when what I need
to be is Kim Novak
in just about anything.
You're prettier than Kim Novak.
What a rut.
1960, I am so over you.
Zip?
Shalimar?
Mm-hmm. Too much?
You never say "die," do you?
What's the point?
Oh, Carol, sweetie,
it's not that bad.
Tomorrow is another day.
I know.
I'm okay, actually.
Good.
No waterworks. Mascara.
I'm just so happy right now.
Okay, are you on
the Gilbey's already?
No. I just love this, you know?
Being with you.
We do know how to
have fun, don't we?
Joan...
I love you.
I really do.
You.
That first week in college,
I saw you walking
on the commons,
and I thought, "Who is she?"
Then college was over
and you came here...
and I followed you.
You needed a roommate.
I moved in.
Just to be near you.
I did everything I
could to be near you.
All with the hope
that one day... you
would notice me.
Joannie...
just think of me as a boy.
You've had a hard day.
Let's go out and try
to forget about it, okay?
Of course.
Good, because I'm starving.
♪♪ [jazz]
[McGuire Sisters] ♪ Volare ♪
♪ Oh, whoa ♪
They seem to be
having a lot of fun.
♪ Cantare ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Let's fly way
up to the clouds ♪
♪ Away from the
maddening crowds ♪
Do you have any gum?
No. No, I don't.
♪ Let us leave the confusion
and all disillusion... ♪
Listen, I should get going.
Over to the left
there. There ya go.
Don't make me
use my spurs on ya.
Easy.
Right over there by the trough.
[both laughing] [tumbling]
Ah.
I really should go.
Eleanor.
I'll be right outside.
Let her go. [laughs]
♪ Your love has given me wings ♪
Listen...
let me call you a car.
I should wait for my sister.
I mean, I've been around
the block a few times,
but her...
Now all you're thinking about
is going around the block, huh?
I don't even think I can
get out of the driveway.
Please, just wait with me?
I like your office.
It's really fancy.
Mirabelle. Love that name.
[laughs]
Listen to that.
I haven't heard Margaret laugh
since she was 7.
Who's Margaret?
My daughter.
Yeah, I think I like Mirabelle
better than Margaret.
I wanted to name her
Margaux, like the wine.
Lost that battle.
I'm sure she would
have hated Margaux
almost as much as
she hates Margaret.
Why is she so angry?
You're only a
little older than her.
You're not angry.
Don't be sad.
I just wish I could talk to her
without her rolling her eyes.
Of course, she's right.
I have nothing to say to her.
I'm sure that's not so.
Girls love their fathers.
You have such beautiful skin.
My God, I just want to eat it.
[chuckling]
I want to suck your
blood like Dracula.
[door opens]
[Joan] Aren't you two the
sweetest for walking us up?
You should be roommates.
He seems to be a
delightful young man.
Ralph, you don't
teach at Fordham also?
No, we were just sitting
next to each other at the bar.
And it seemed to be working.
Carol, you know
what we need? Ice.
Now where is that gin hiding?
[sotto voce] Just so we're
clear about what's what...
The redhead is mine.
So, Franklin,
you're into language.
Yes, well, it's kind
of a hobby of mine.
I do carpentry. I'm
building a dry sink.
I love language.
Words and their ways.
Well, this is just bad speech.
I collect it.
There's this Polish
janitor in our building.
His name is Stash or Stanislaus.
He's locked me out of my
office on more than one occasion.
One time, he described his bride
as "not speaking
real good English."
[giggles] [chuckles]
I cherish that gift.
Put that in a book and sell it.
Well, this is a party, isn't it?
I was wondering if I could
impose on the professor
for one more teeny favor.
I never say "no"
to a beautiful girl.
The light fixture
in my room is out.
Could you change it for me?
I'm up to that task.
We don't have a lot
of men around here.
[Franklin laughs]
Oh, it's not that dark.
Well... what are we going to do?
I...
Whatever you want.
You're married, aren't you?
Yes. Yes, I am.
Yeah, you kiss
like a married man.
Your own way, no
talking you out of it.
Is that good or bad?
Oh, it's good.
Tell me what to
do and I'll do it.
Maybe it's this office, but...
you are selling too hard.
[Mirabelle] Eleanor! Hello?
Ellie, where are you?
Something's wrong!
Your friend...
Something's wrong.
I knew I shouldn't have asked
him to do it a second time.
Jesus.
I... I feel like there's
a tank on my chest.
Ah!
Just call an ambulance,
and then leave.
Is he okay?
[gasping]
Leave.
Right there!
[panting]
Mirabelle...
Oh, Mirabelle.
Mirabelle.
Mona.
Your wife's name is Mona.
How you doing?
All these years I thought
it would be the ulcer.
I did everything they told me.
Drank the cream, ate the butter,
then I get hit with a coronary.
Son of a bitch, it hurts.
Well, you're
talking. That's good.
That's not what
the doctors think.
Don...
do you believe in energy?
What do you mean?
Like the thing that
gives you get up and go?
No.
Like a human energy.
I don't know, a...
A soul?
What do you want to hear?
Jesus.
I've been living the last 20
years like I'm on shore leave.
What the hell is that about?
It's living.
Just like you said.
God.
I wish I was going somewhere.
He's doing great.
[Roger] Mona.
Mona.
Mona.
I love you so much, Mona.
Oh, God, I love you so much.
I know. Sweetheart, I know.
Shh.
Listen to me, darling.
Margaret is outside.
She needs to see
you. No. No. No.
I can't let her
see me like this.
Oh...
Roger...
I'm getting her.
[Franklin] My goodness.
All this from
selling toilet paper.
[Joan] Mr. Cooper?
Where is everyone?
My roommate just
gave me the message.
Out.
It's the middle of the night.
I'm not leaving you here.
You should go.
Thank you.
Suit yourself.
Miss Holloway, Roger Sterling
has suffered a heart attack.
What?
He survived it, and is
currently being hospitalized.
Now we need to
immediately send a telegram
to every one of our clients
assuring them that business
will not be interrupted.
Of course.
This is the master client
list... names, addresses.
I'll read them out
and you compose
the telegram, huh?
Carl McElroy.
President, Alpine Real Estate.
It's me, Bets.
Were you sleeping?
Not really.
The kids are in bed with me.
Gloria and my father
made such a big deal
about having separate bedrooms.
Listen, Roger
had a heart attack.
What?
Don, that's terrible.
Is he going to be okay?
The doctors basically
say they don't know.
Mona's with him.
She must be a wreck.
It's good that you're there.
About tomorrow...
No, I understand.
[sighs] Well, what happened?
He was at work.
He just keeled over.
It was awful, actually.
If the kids wouldn't
be so heartbroken,
I'd come home now.
I don't want to be here.
You should have
seen the two of them
in the kitchen tonight.
She was making some
pot roast with ketchup
and my father started
hovering behind her, watching,
like he used to with my mother.
How can he pretend
that she never existed?
I still pick up the phone
sometimes to call her.
I don't know, Bets.
I know people say life goes on,
and it does.
But no one tells you
that's not a good thing.
Why is that?
[whispers] I don't know.
Stop thinking about that.
I can't.
I try.
Do you want me to come up there?
No. There's nothing you can do.
Okay. Give Mona my love.
And, Don...
make sure you eat something.
How's he doing?
Not great.
What happened?
I don't know.
[Announcer, on TV] Every Republican
politician wants you to believe
that Richard Nixon
is, quote, experienced.
They even want you to
believe that he has actually
been making decisions
in the White House.
But listen to the man
who should know better:
the President of
the United States...
[Man] I just wondered if
you could give us an example
of a major idea of his
that you had adopted
in that role as the decider.
If you give me a week,
I might think of one.
I don't remember.
[Announcer] At the
same press conference,
President Eisenhower said:
[Eisenhower] No one can
make a decision except me.
[Announcer] For real
leadership in the '60s,
help elect Senator John
F. Kennedy president.
I know it's late. I'm sorry.
I got the telegram.
Let me in.
Are you okay?
No.
You look terrible.
Can I get a drink?
Of course.
Are you happy with the doctors?
I can have my
father make a call.
I don't know. He's rich.
They seem to be
taking care of him.
Is he okay?
You can tell me. I'm
not moving the account.
He's gray and weak.
His skin looks like paper.
I'm sorry.
He's your friend, isn't he?
What's the difference?
You don't want to lose him.
Don, don't.
What good is that going to do?
Is this, like, some
solar eclipse?
The end of the world?
Just do whatever you want?
I don't know. You do.
You're exhausted.
You need to sleep, that's all.
I just need to sit down.
Sit with me.
Why?
Because I feel
like you're looking
right through me over there.
I'm not.
I don't like feeling like this.
No one does.
I remember the first
time I was a pall bearer.
I'd seen dead bodies before.
I must have been 15. My aunt.
I remember thinking...
They're letting
me carry the box.
They're letting me
be this close to it.
No one is hiding
anything from me now.
And I looked over, and
I saw all the old people
waiting together by the grave.
I remember thinking, I've...
I've just moved up a notch.
I've never heard you
talk that much before.
Rachel... What do
you want from me?
You know. I know you do.
You know everything about me.
I don't.
You don't want to do this.
You have a wife.
You should go to her.
Jesus, Rachel.
This is it.
This is all there is, and
I feel like it's slipping
through my fingers
like a handful of sand.
This is it.
This is all there is.
That's just an excuse
for bad behavior.
You don't really believe that.
No.
Not unless you tell
me you want this.
Yes, please.
Miss Holloway, I know
it's none of my business,
but you could do a lot better.
He's just a friend.
That's not what I'm
talking about, my dear.
Don't waste your youth on age.
Could you? Lobby.
Do you want one?
No.
You told me your
mother died in childbirth.
Mine did, too.
She was a prostitute.
I don't know what
my father paid her,
but when she died, they...
brought me to him and his wife.
And when I was 10
years old, he died.
He was a drunk
who got kicked in
the face by a horse.
She buried him and took
up with some other man,
and I was raised
by those two sorry people.
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Media Services, Inc. Burbank, CA
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, running in the house.
Grandpa's here! And Aunt Gloria!
[sighs]
[sotto voce] If I leave, can
you keep your mouth shut?
[giggles]
Elizabeth, are you hiding
your sugar bowl from me?
Gene, I think I
have some packets
from Howard Johnson's.
No, no.
Daddy, have a
saccharine or nothing.
[Gene] Where is your sugar bowl?
Do you want to wake up with a
cold leg like Grandpa Herman?
Diabetics don't live long,
and sometimes
they lose their legs.
Grandpa!
Good morning.
Good to see you, Gene.
Don.
This is my friend Gloria.
I heard you might be joining us.
It's good to have
another woman around,
give Betty a break.
Oh, I live to serve.
Hey, you heard that, right?
I have a witness.
She's a hell of a sport.
Don, will you help
me with the suitcase?
We're only going
for the weekend.
I can't get it
out of the closet.
[Betty] Honestly, it's unseemly.
I can imagine
everyone at the club.
"Was she waiting at the funeral
"unbuttoning her top button
like for some Sadie
Hawkins dance?"
She seems like a
perfectly nice lady.
What am I supposed to
do with this, fill it with hay?
How far do you
want to go with this?
Oh, I'll say you
talked me out of it.
She's a vulture.
Her husband was a failure.
When he died, they found out
he'd cheated on
his income taxes.
And her kids...
Louise never married.
Two more years and she'll
be hanging out at funerals, too.
Huntley... he was
my brother's age.
He was always "funny."
Birdie, your father was
married, what, 40 years?
The man can hardly
fix himself a cup of tea,
let alone do laundry.
All he needs is a housekeeper.
A housekeeper
goes home at night.
Don.
Let him have it.
Ugh. And that fake smile.
You've been looking
forward to the beach.
Let her cook.
Let your father put
some stones by that wall
so we stop getting water
underneath the deck.
I guess I won't have to
worry about talking to her.
She never stops.
Just get through today. [sighs]
I'll be there
tomorrow afternoon.
We'll go to that place
with the lobster rolls.
Just come now.
You hate the way I drive...
but my father taught me.
Half the office is cleared out.
Hmm?
[projector running]
♪ It's Kennedy, Kennedy
Kennedy, Kennedy ♪
♪ Kennedy, Kennedy
Ken-nedy for me ♪
♪ Do you like a man
who has some spritz? ♪
♪ A man who's always fair ♪
♪ We'll wager him
against the others ♪
♪ And when you compare ♪
[Paul] It looks like a Maypo ad.
[Pete] It's incredible.
[Don] Happy days are here again.
[Paul] I'm just
wild about Harry.
[Don] It's light, it's fun,
it doesn't cloud the mind with,
I don't know, issues?
And it's catchy.
It's catchy like it
gets in your head
and makes you want
to blow your brains out.
[Pete] The president is a
product, don't forget that.
I would like to talk
to you for a moment
about dollars and cents.
Your dollars and cents.
Now, my opponents want to
increase federal expenditures
as much as $18 billion a year.
How will they pay for it?
There are only two ways.
One is to raise your taxes.
Turn it off.
The other...
[expels breath]
An ad made by a
public relations team.
Message received and forgotten.
We should give this to
Franz for some music.
Nixon's campaign
song in the key of E.
♪ Ethel, go get the ice pick ♪
[snapping fingers]
[men snickering]
♪ That Nixon guy
is on TV again ♪
Should have never
been this close.
I'd say we could run them again,
but I don't think you
want to see them.
Oh, I've seen them.
Which reminds me,
you people are not
watching enough television.
It is your job. The
shows and the ads.
I was just wondering,
there must be any
number of people
harvesting mud on
Johnny Kennedy right now.
Have we heard anything?
We hear things. Nothing useful.
He's a womanizer.
That's not going to hurt him.
Women find out about that,
it'll push him over the top.
Nixon is still
ahead in the polls.
Should have never
been this close.
Why do we need to attack
when there is a story to tell?
Kennedy: nouveau riche,
recent immigrant who
bought his way into Harvard.
And now he's well-bred? Great.
Nixon is from nothing.
A self-made man, the
Abe Lincoln of California,
who was Vice President
of the United States
six years after
getting out of the Navy.
Kennedy? I see a silver spoon.
Nixon? I see myself.
If we were to run a critical ad,
there are obvious benefits.
When you run an
ad that's positive,
you're only convincing people
who are already voting for you.
But when you run
an ad that's critical,
you get a shot at the
people on the fence.
There are a lot of
people on the fence.
Gentlemen, whether the
Nixon campaign wants it or not,
we have to produce a spot that
aims a Howitzer at Kennedy's balls.
I want to hear ideas.
After the long weekend.
I agree. Let's go down swinging.
If we can switch to a
conversation about paying clients,
Menken's is coming in
today to sign off on the roll out.
Father and daughter.
I get the feeling
old Abe Schmenken
can kill this whole thing.
Of course, the checks
have cleared already,
but... Don, I want you to go in
and ride bare-back
over Paul here.
Done.
And, uh, Don, I want
you on your best behavior.
Excuse me?
I know she bothers you.
Miss Holloway, may I?
I really need to get
to the bottom of that.
Yes, I would like to
get a look at those.
Margaret and Mona are off
to Block Island for Labor Day.
Gone for the weekend
along with every
other wife in town.
We can go anywhere tonight.
We can see a Broadway show,
then sit at any
table at The Colony
with our clothes
off if we want to.
How about a movie?
Have you seen The Apartment?
I went last week with
Mona and Margaret.
I heard Shirley
MacLaine is good.
Oh, please.
A white elevator operator?
And a girl at that?
I want to work at that place.
Oh, I bet you do.
The way those men
treated that poor girl,
handing her around
like a tray of canapes.
She tried to committed suicide.
So you saw it, huh?
Ah, Red, that's not how it is.
Look, it was crude.
That's the way pictures are now.
You see that ridiculous Psycho?
Hollywood isn't happy
unless things are extreme.
It didn't seem that
extreme to me.
Are we actually going to
get in a fight over a movie?
You know, Mona had a dream once
where I hit the
dog with the car.
She was mad at me all
day, and I never hit the dog.
We don't even have a dog.
Why don't I call you later?
Uh, Joannie...
Call me soon, because
we can go anywhere.
The new atrium
will make the store
brighter and more vibrant.
The aisles will be wider,
spotlighting these new
chrome display cases.
Over here will be
a new restaurant...
An elegant tea room.
Modern classic signs
and champagne linens.
A tea room is nice, but
30% of my ground floor
is devoted to the
restaurant business?
Lunch and Shopping:
a day of indulgence.
It's what ladies like.
Yes, I saw that in
the chapter here.
It's much longer
than the little schedule
that says we have
to close our doors
while it's getting
nailed together.
Three months of construction,
during which time we
build enormous anticipation.
Like a movie premier.
The New Menken's.
You will have a
line that first day.
Even if you have to
pay people to stand in it.
We'll do whatever it takes.
Mr. Draper, my
daughter's presence here
should let you know that
I am not against change.
And let us assume
that this is the most
amazing idea in retail
since "buy one get one free."
[men chuckle]
I still don't understand
why we have to throw
out the baby with the water.
Can't I keep what I
have and just build on it?
Well, honestly,
the unpleasant truth
is you don't have anything.
Your customers cannot
be depended on anymore.
Their lives have changed.
They're prosperous.
Over the years, they've
developed new tastes.
They're like your daughter:
educated, sophisticated.
They know full well
what they deserve
and they're
willing to pay for it.
Why would I want to own a store
that I wouldn't want to shop in?
Mr. Menken, I don't
know if that's true.
You had no problem abandoning
that second-floor hosiery store
on 7th Avenue for
your present location.
And that's a story
you'll be proud
to tell your grandchildren.
The only problem
is, they won't care.
As much as Grandpa
likes that marble palace,
I can promise you, they won't.
They'll look at
it and they'll say,
"Grandpa, it must have been hard
back in the olden days."
[chuckles]
And it was.
Everybody's
jumping to forget it.
Excuse me, but this is
not some phony story
you people print in your
Fourth of July circulars.
My father actually
started with nothing,
and he made it into
everything we're talking about.
Who here can say that?
I meant no disrespect, sir.
None taken.
This is the plan, Daddy.
As you can see, it wasn't
just thrown together.
It does seem very
well thought out.
It is.
Hmm.
Pleasure to finally meet you.
I hope you two know
what you're doing.
Looks like we both
get to keep our jobs
a little while longer.
Don't screw this up.
[Don] I think he likes me.
I guarantee you there is
nothing about you he likes.
What about you?
Daddy, can we?
This place reminds
me of a Czarist Ministry.
No matter what the decision,
you don't feel it was yours.
Fortunately, I have no idea
what you're talking about.
He's very good. Persuasive.
Yes.
A little... dashing
for my taste.
[elevator dings]
Carol, it's 10:30.
Did we have lunch,
because even I
can't leave this early.
No, I needed to talk to you.
Why aren't you at work?
Don't tell me you're late again.
Do you need to see Dr. Emerson?
No. Good grief, Joan.
Then what?
You walked 12
blocks in a heat wave.
And I see you
didn't take my advice
about the dress shields.
You know how Mr. Aldridge
has had me reading
the slush pile?
Yes, writing the
rejection letters.
You told me. It was depressing.
I'm so stupid!
This morning in the
submissions meeting,
the editorial director asks
why we haven't responded
to this poet from
Yale, Marlon Rice.
Mr. Aldridge tells
him we never saw it.
The the director asks me,
and I cover for Mr. Aldridge.
I said that I had
read it and rejected it.
Then they made
Mr. Aldridge fire me.
Oh, honey. That's awful.
He was really sorry about it.
Of course. That SOB. I know.
I'm going to have to ask my
dad for more money again.
It's humiliating. Stop it.
You shouldn't be embarrassed.
There's never enough money.
You always seem to manage.
These men.
We're constantly
building them up.
And for what?
Dinner, jewelry.
Who cares?
We need to go out and
shake all this gloominess.
All I want to do is sit
in the movies and cry.
No movies.
Let's look for some
actual bachelors.
Empty their wallets.
I hate Manhattan sometimes.
Don't say that.
This city is everything.
[knocking at door]
Where's Howdy Dowdy at?
What can I do for you?
I just got off the phone with
Brett Rowley at Dr. Scholl's.
Don't tell me they're
coming in again
about the exercise sandals.
Did you tell them summer's over?
They're not coming in. Ever.
They're going to Leo Burnett.
What? Why didn't he call me?
Probably because they were
disappointed with the creative.
Rowley called it
dull and humorless.
And what did you
say? What could I say?
I've never lost an
account before.
Especially one that was
here before I got here.
So you really put up a fight?
He had very strong feelings.
Said some unpleasant things.
Which you don't remember
or I'm sure you'd tell me.
The day you sign a client is
the day you start losing them.
Are you going to tell
Sterling or should I?
Unless you think it can
wait until after the weekend.
I'll take care of it.
Were you buzzing me?
My intercom was
making a funny sound.
Oh.
Leave it.
Do you wear
Dr. Scholl's inserts?
I thought we all had to.
Take them out.
Get rid of this, please.
[door closes]
[sighs]
We lost Dr. Scholl's.
[metallic clicking]
Where?
Leo Burnett.
Campbell enjoyed telling me
it was something
to do with creative.
I thought I should tell you.
Make sure the ink
is dry on that raise.
That fat piece of shit.
He's a cigarette ash.
Chicago. What a joke.
Small time.
Sorry, maybe you're from there.
Well, I know I didn't
drop the ball on this.
Sales were steady.
It probably didn't help
that our billings crept up
for no apparent reason.
Eventually, an accountant
is going to read the mail.
If you're trying to cheer
me up, it's working.
The day you sign a client is
the day you start losing them.
You don't really believe that.
You know what my
father used to say?
Being with a client is
like being in a marriage.
Sometimes you get into
it for the wrong reasons
and eventually, they
hit you in the face.
[laughs]
Damn it.
Are we supposed
to cry about this?
So we lost an account.
That means we'll
just have to cut back.
Let's go fire somebody.
It's Labor Day weekend.
Between now and Monday we
have to fall in love a dozen times.
Betty's at the shore. I'm
headed down tomorrow.
What do we work so hard for?
To have enough money
to buy fabulous vacations
for our families so
we can live it up here.
Give me tonight;
you owe me that.
I can use you as bait.
There's a casting call at 4:00.
Double-sided aluminum.
If Freddie Rumsen's brain works
the way I think it
works, slow and obvious,
I think we should
go down to casting
and see who's on the couch.
Remember, Don,
when God closes a door,
he opens a dress.
What do you have
there? Precious cargo?
Mr. Rumsen has me
trafficking the Belle Jolie pouch.
Aren't you a busy beaver?
Hey, I'm talking to you.
If you want to see the proofs,
you'll have to check
with Mr. Cosgrove.
It's his account.
Look at you.
Minister of Protocol.
So, has Draper
talked to Sterling yet?
You'll have to ask him.
I'm asking you.
You should talk to him.
What's wrong with you?
Excuse me?
I'm just trying to do my job
and you're making
it very difficult.
Peggy, dear.
I think I understand
what this is about.
But you're not being
professional right now.
I cannot believe I am
in this conversation.
[lower voice] You think
this is easy for me?
I don't know.
I don't know if you like
me or if you don't like me.
I'm just trying to
get along here.
And every time
walk by, I wonder,
are you going to be nice to me?
Or cruel. Cruel?
What am I supposed to say?
I'm married.
Yes, I know.
And I heard all about
how confusing that can be.
Maybe you need me
to lay on your couch
to clear that up for you again?
That's some
imagination you've got.
Good thing you're a writer now.
What do you need me for?
It's incredible.
I mean, we're just hanging
out in the art department
and you two wander in.
We thought it was casting.
I wish it was.
I'd definitely pick you two.
I mean, you have
such an exquisite look.
The bones of your face.
And your sister, my goodness.
You two look very different
when you pay attention.
I have an older brother.
My neighbors
growing up had a dairy,
and one of the cows
gave birth to two calves
that were attached at the back.
Then they cut them apart,
but they always
wanted to be together.
Is that what
happened to you two?
Do you like Ukrainian food?
Let me ask you
something, Draper.
Do any of these men
have anything else to do?
Just wanted to make sure
the girls were, you know...
Matching?
Exactly.
Well, there you
have it, Draper...
Double-sided aluminum
as envisioned by
Sterling Cooper.
[chuckles]
Look at you.
Roger Sterling.
Eleanor. Eleanor Ames.
What a great God
that made two of you.
[girls giggle]
Oh, what a sweet thing to say.
Um, Mirabelle.
This is Donald Draper.
He's our creative director here.
What a pleasure to meet you.
Well, honestly...
I think we're going to
send everyone else home
and use our authority
to say that you two
are the new faces of Cartwright
Double-Sided Aluminum.
Oh, my God. Thank you.
I think this calls
for a celebration.
Come on upstairs with us.
One drink could be fun.
One last question.
How many birthdays have you had?
20.
How about her?
[both giggle]
You're coming, aren't you, Don?
♪♪ [jazz]
Aren't you two a
pair of bookends.
What do you say, Draper?
Shall we cast them in bronze
and mount them on the credenza?
Oh, my.
Everything he says
means something else, too.
It did get warm in here.
They shut the air off at 5:00.
Oh, Rochester...
get her an extra ice
cube or something.
So... Mirabelle, what's
your special talent?
Singing, dancing,
baton twirling?
I ride. Mostly dressage.
She has a wall
full of blue ribbons back
home in Winchester.
Huh. You know, I have
a few awards myself.
[Mirabelle chuckles]
Look at your skin.
It's translucent.
That's "see-through."
Can I touch it?
[girls giggle]
I don't see why not.
After all, I do work here now.
[whistles] That tickles.
Soft as a lamb's ear.
Mm, you've got to feel this.
I'm talking to you, Eleanor.
[giggling]
Do you love your sister?
Of course.
Why don't you show her how much?
Give her a kiss.
Right now.
Why do people
always ask us that?
My God, because
it's a beautiful thing.
[girls laugh]
Well... I should
be heading home.
Wunderbar. Have a great night.
You know what? I
think we should go, too.
Oh, come on.
Nobody's going anywhere.
Do you want to dance?
That's nice.
Dance for us.
I don't dance.
Sure you do. Look at that.
I feel like I'm stuck
somewhere between Doris Day
in Pillow Talk
and Midnight Lace,
when what I need
to be is Kim Novak
in just about anything.
You're prettier than Kim Novak.
What a rut.
1960, I am so over you.
Zip?
Shalimar?
Mm-hmm. Too much?
You never say "die," do you?
What's the point?
Oh, Carol, sweetie,
it's not that bad.
Tomorrow is another day.
I know.
I'm okay, actually.
Good.
No waterworks. Mascara.
I'm just so happy right now.
Okay, are you on
the Gilbey's already?
No. I just love this, you know?
Being with you.
We do know how to
have fun, don't we?
Joan...
I love you.
I really do.
You.
That first week in college,
I saw you walking
on the commons,
and I thought, "Who is she?"
Then college was over
and you came here...
and I followed you.
You needed a roommate.
I moved in.
Just to be near you.
I did everything I
could to be near you.
All with the hope
that one day... you
would notice me.
Joannie...
just think of me as a boy.
You've had a hard day.
Let's go out and try
to forget about it, okay?
Of course.
Good, because I'm starving.
♪♪ [jazz]
[McGuire Sisters] ♪ Volare ♪
♪ Oh, whoa ♪
They seem to be
having a lot of fun.
♪ Cantare ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Let's fly way
up to the clouds ♪
♪ Away from the
maddening crowds ♪
Do you have any gum?
No. No, I don't.
♪ Let us leave the confusion
and all disillusion... ♪
Listen, I should get going.
Over to the left
there. There ya go.
Don't make me
use my spurs on ya.
Easy.
Right over there by the trough.
[both laughing] [tumbling]
Ah.
I really should go.
Eleanor.
I'll be right outside.
Let her go. [laughs]
♪ Your love has given me wings ♪
Listen...
let me call you a car.
I should wait for my sister.
I mean, I've been around
the block a few times,
but her...
Now all you're thinking about
is going around the block, huh?
I don't even think I can
get out of the driveway.
Please, just wait with me?
I like your office.
It's really fancy.
Mirabelle. Love that name.
[laughs]
Listen to that.
I haven't heard Margaret laugh
since she was 7.
Who's Margaret?
My daughter.
Yeah, I think I like Mirabelle
better than Margaret.
I wanted to name her
Margaux, like the wine.
Lost that battle.
I'm sure she would
have hated Margaux
almost as much as
she hates Margaret.
Why is she so angry?
You're only a
little older than her.
You're not angry.
Don't be sad.
I just wish I could talk to her
without her rolling her eyes.
Of course, she's right.
I have nothing to say to her.
I'm sure that's not so.
Girls love their fathers.
You have such beautiful skin.
My God, I just want to eat it.
[chuckling]
I want to suck your
blood like Dracula.
[door opens]
[Joan] Aren't you two the
sweetest for walking us up?
You should be roommates.
He seems to be a
delightful young man.
Ralph, you don't
teach at Fordham also?
No, we were just sitting
next to each other at the bar.
And it seemed to be working.
Carol, you know
what we need? Ice.
Now where is that gin hiding?
[sotto voce] Just so we're
clear about what's what...
The redhead is mine.
So, Franklin,
you're into language.
Yes, well, it's kind
of a hobby of mine.
I do carpentry. I'm
building a dry sink.
I love language.
Words and their ways.
Well, this is just bad speech.
I collect it.
There's this Polish
janitor in our building.
His name is Stash or Stanislaus.
He's locked me out of my
office on more than one occasion.
One time, he described his bride
as "not speaking
real good English."
[giggles] [chuckles]
I cherish that gift.
Put that in a book and sell it.
Well, this is a party, isn't it?
I was wondering if I could
impose on the professor
for one more teeny favor.
I never say "no"
to a beautiful girl.
The light fixture
in my room is out.
Could you change it for me?
I'm up to that task.
We don't have a lot
of men around here.
[Franklin laughs]
Oh, it's not that dark.
Well... what are we going to do?
I...
Whatever you want.
You're married, aren't you?
Yes. Yes, I am.
Yeah, you kiss
like a married man.
Your own way, no
talking you out of it.
Is that good or bad?
Oh, it's good.
Tell me what to
do and I'll do it.
Maybe it's this office, but...
you are selling too hard.
[Mirabelle] Eleanor! Hello?
Ellie, where are you?
Something's wrong!
Your friend...
Something's wrong.
I knew I shouldn't have asked
him to do it a second time.
Jesus.
I... I feel like there's
a tank on my chest.
Ah!
Just call an ambulance,
and then leave.
Is he okay?
[gasping]
Leave.
Right there!
[panting]
Mirabelle...
Oh, Mirabelle.
Mirabelle.
Mona.
Your wife's name is Mona.
How you doing?
All these years I thought
it would be the ulcer.
I did everything they told me.
Drank the cream, ate the butter,
then I get hit with a coronary.
Son of a bitch, it hurts.
Well, you're
talking. That's good.
That's not what
the doctors think.
Don...
do you believe in energy?
What do you mean?
Like the thing that
gives you get up and go?
No.
Like a human energy.
I don't know, a...
A soul?
What do you want to hear?
Jesus.
I've been living the last 20
years like I'm on shore leave.
What the hell is that about?
It's living.
Just like you said.
God.
I wish I was going somewhere.
He's doing great.
[Roger] Mona.
Mona.
Mona.
I love you so much, Mona.
Oh, God, I love you so much.
I know. Sweetheart, I know.
Shh.
Listen to me, darling.
Margaret is outside.
She needs to see
you. No. No. No.
I can't let her
see me like this.
Oh...
Roger...
I'm getting her.
[Franklin] My goodness.
All this from
selling toilet paper.
[Joan] Mr. Cooper?
Where is everyone?
My roommate just
gave me the message.
Out.
It's the middle of the night.
I'm not leaving you here.
You should go.
Thank you.
Suit yourself.
Miss Holloway, Roger Sterling
has suffered a heart attack.
What?
He survived it, and is
currently being hospitalized.
Now we need to
immediately send a telegram
to every one of our clients
assuring them that business
will not be interrupted.
Of course.
This is the master client
list... names, addresses.
I'll read them out
and you compose
the telegram, huh?
Carl McElroy.
President, Alpine Real Estate.
It's me, Bets.
Were you sleeping?
Not really.
The kids are in bed with me.
Gloria and my father
made such a big deal
about having separate bedrooms.
Listen, Roger
had a heart attack.
What?
Don, that's terrible.
Is he going to be okay?
The doctors basically
say they don't know.
Mona's with him.
She must be a wreck.
It's good that you're there.
About tomorrow...
No, I understand.
[sighs] Well, what happened?
He was at work.
He just keeled over.
It was awful, actually.
If the kids wouldn't
be so heartbroken,
I'd come home now.
I don't want to be here.
You should have
seen the two of them
in the kitchen tonight.
She was making some
pot roast with ketchup
and my father started
hovering behind her, watching,
like he used to with my mother.
How can he pretend
that she never existed?
I still pick up the phone
sometimes to call her.
I don't know, Bets.
I know people say life goes on,
and it does.
But no one tells you
that's not a good thing.
Why is that?
[whispers] I don't know.
Stop thinking about that.
I can't.
I try.
Do you want me to come up there?
No. There's nothing you can do.
Okay. Give Mona my love.
And, Don...
make sure you eat something.
How's he doing?
Not great.
What happened?
I don't know.
[Announcer, on TV] Every Republican
politician wants you to believe
that Richard Nixon
is, quote, experienced.
They even want you to
believe that he has actually
been making decisions
in the White House.
But listen to the man
who should know better:
the President of
the United States...
[Man] I just wondered if
you could give us an example
of a major idea of his
that you had adopted
in that role as the decider.
If you give me a week,
I might think of one.
I don't remember.
[Announcer] At the
same press conference,
President Eisenhower said:
[Eisenhower] No one can
make a decision except me.
[Announcer] For real
leadership in the '60s,
help elect Senator John
F. Kennedy president.
I know it's late. I'm sorry.
I got the telegram.
Let me in.
Are you okay?
No.
You look terrible.
Can I get a drink?
Of course.
Are you happy with the doctors?
I can have my
father make a call.
I don't know. He's rich.
They seem to be
taking care of him.
Is he okay?
You can tell me. I'm
not moving the account.
He's gray and weak.
His skin looks like paper.
I'm sorry.
He's your friend, isn't he?
What's the difference?
You don't want to lose him.
Don, don't.
What good is that going to do?
Is this, like, some
solar eclipse?
The end of the world?
Just do whatever you want?
I don't know. You do.
You're exhausted.
You need to sleep, that's all.
I just need to sit down.
Sit with me.
Why?
Because I feel
like you're looking
right through me over there.
I'm not.
I don't like feeling like this.
No one does.
I remember the first
time I was a pall bearer.
I'd seen dead bodies before.
I must have been 15. My aunt.
I remember thinking...
They're letting
me carry the box.
They're letting me
be this close to it.
No one is hiding
anything from me now.
And I looked over, and
I saw all the old people
waiting together by the grave.
I remember thinking, I've...
I've just moved up a notch.
I've never heard you
talk that much before.
Rachel... What do
you want from me?
You know. I know you do.
You know everything about me.
I don't.
You don't want to do this.
You have a wife.
You should go to her.
Jesus, Rachel.
This is it.
This is all there is, and
I feel like it's slipping
through my fingers
like a handful of sand.
This is it.
This is all there is.
That's just an excuse
for bad behavior.
You don't really believe that.
No.
Not unless you tell
me you want this.
Yes, please.
Miss Holloway, I know
it's none of my business,
but you could do a lot better.
He's just a friend.
That's not what I'm
talking about, my dear.
Don't waste your youth on age.
Could you? Lobby.
Do you want one?
No.
You told me your
mother died in childbirth.
Mine did, too.
She was a prostitute.
I don't know what
my father paid her,
but when she died, they...
brought me to him and his wife.
And when I was 10
years old, he died.
He was a drunk
who got kicked in
the face by a horse.
She buried him and took
up with some other man,
and I was raised
by those two sorry people.
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