In the car, Harry's somewhat humbled and says they could try again the next day at Asbury Park, but Don thinks it's a bad job even if you discount the part where he'd have to spend more time with Harry. And speaking of which, they're apparently near Harry's place, as Don is exhaustedly begging Harry's stoned ass to get out, but first Harry has to bitch about his home life and talk about how fun the young girls are. Don expresses another protective sentiment toward that age group and then Harry suggests they do "this" again. If I were Don, I probably would have asked if he meant we'd go out and sign the wrong band again, but Don's weary "Bye, Harry" has a lot to recommend it too.

Don's asleep and still in his clothes, when Megan wakes him up with a kiss -- they have plans to go to Fire Island and meet her friends. It's Sunday, right? That's not a quick day trip, which might explain why he tries to beg off, telling her about Betty's potential bad news. Megan is sympathetic, but opines he should have told her immediately and his explanation that Betty wouldn't have wanted her to know doesn't exactly mollify her. She points out that the bad news didn't stop him from going to the concert; when he sighs in defeat, she softens and points out that there's nothing he can do and he seems to see the wisdom in that. Of course, if he wanted to make a thing of it, he could point out that Fire Island is slightly farther away than Forest Hills, but he probably doesn't want to get into a huge fight with his wife two episodes in a row.

Oh I guess it's the Fourth of July, so if Monday's a holiday, the trip to Fire Island makes a lot more sense. Bobby and Sally run around, sparklers in hand, in front of the Rye Town Francis Estate as Betty holds Gene on her lap and seems to appreciate the moment. And sure, I get paid to come up with jokes, but the lady who's unhappily gained a lot of weight smiling her way through what she's afraid might be her last Independence Day? I feel pretty comfortable in admitting I've got nothing.