Freddy to the Playtex execs: "If we were to take you to see some girls in their underwear, would you feel like you're at work?" Everyone guffaws, and, as Peggy appears within earshot, they make a plan. Hilariously, a total Marilyn walks up next to Peggy right before she flounces away.
Duck and Chauncy go in to see some random guy, saying that they need artwork for the evening papers, and no one gave it to him. The guy goes rushing off to oblige, and when he's gone, Duck shuts the door and goes over to the bar, picking up a bottle with an "Oh, my nemesis, we meet again" look on his face. He's about to take a swig when he looks over at Chauncy and hesitates. At first I thought that concern for Chauncy's well-being stopped him, but given what's about to happen, it seems more likely that he realized he's got to purge the reminders of his old life if he wants to stay sober. Either way, it's made all the more sad and poignant by the fact that the Irish setter is a breed that thrives on love and attention more than just about any other, a touch you'd expect from the show, but also still appreciate. Duck leads Chauncy out...
...to the front door, where he removes his leash and puts him out on the street. Chauncy barks and wags his tail, but Duck marches away without looking back. It's too bad his squad leader isn't around, because Duck could really use a hug.
Don's with Bobbie again, and as he disrobes, she tells him that it's flattering to be able to keep him interested. He lets that one slide with only a mild admonition to stop talking, and they move to the bed, where he ties one of her wrists to the headboard. Bobbie, however, doesn't see the concrete wall she's speeding toward, and moans that she wants the full Don Draper treatment. "I wanted it, and I got it, and it's better than they said." This gets Don's attention, and she goes on that he's known as a connoisseur. "You have lots of fans." She doesn't know the half of it. Don wants to know who was talking about him, because that pushes his buttons even more than his wife showing skin, and Bobbie gives up the name of some woman at Random House. Don professes not to know who she's talking about, but Bobbie doesn't realize how important it is that she not lead this dance, instead breezing that he has a reputation, thinking he'll be flattered. For someone who was so interested in what he likes, she sure seems to be clueless as to what he doesn't. He pushes her down, and breathes, "Does it make you feel better to think that I'm like you?" She's a little confused, because they are alike in a lot of ways, but the difference is that he can't stand to hear that he's like anyone, because ultimately he doesn't believe he actually exists, just like Patrick Bateman. Don finishes tying Bobbie to the bed, but she still doesn't get it until he gets dressed, at which point she clues in that he's leaving. She asks what he's doing, and he replies, "I told you to stop talking." He does not add, "Now you think about that," because she really has no choice in the matter.