...not that Betty's doing all that much better as she sits and stares at the box...

...and then Don gets back to Suzanne, who's upset at the idea that Danny might think she sloughed him off on someone else so she wouldn't have to deal with him. "He means the world to me." Don assures her that Danny knows that, but when he starts to initiate something, she's too upset, so he just touches foreheads with her and then pulls her into an embrace...

...while, at almost a quarter past two, Betty finally gives up and replaces the box and keys where she found them, and goes to bed. Don't know if she thought to make any copies of anything, but she can't exactly forget what she knows. Well, she could get amnesia, but that's more the stuff of Bertram's shows than this one.

Don enters the office, and after Allison hangs up his coat and hat, he declines her offer of coffee and asks her to get Betty on the phone. While he's waiting, he gets a clean shirt out of a drawer full of them (ahem), and then Allison buzzes with Betty on the line. Lying in bed, looking like she didn't sleep even after she retired at that late hour, she asks where he was the night before, but when he claims he was with Connie, she says she must have forgotten. After confirming she picked up his tuxedo, he tells her he'll be home at five-thirty and they'll need to leave within an hour, but she says she doesn't think she's going to go. He asks what's wrong, and she's like, "What's wrong? What's WRONG?" but then, after an internal struggle, follows that up by merely saying she doesn't feel well. I can see why weathermen sometimes have a hard time with predictions, because that certainly looked like a gathering storm that failed to hit at the last possible second. Don tells her to get into bed and basically to get over it in the next seven hours, as all the partners and clients are going to be there, "and they're all expecting me to show up with the glamorous, elegant, stunning Betty Draper." He adds that he wants to show her off, and this drains whatever fight is left in her, so she mumbles her assent and hangs up.

Peggy comes into Paul's office and tells him Don's expecting them, but Paul, staring out the window, says he's got nothing. Peggy tries for some camaraderie by saying hers is "garbage too," but Paul laments that he had something, but he didn't write it down and now it's gone. Peggy's obviously been there before and is sympathetic, especially when Paul opines that it was probably the best idea he ever had. And it's not that I feel nothing for him, but let's remember that all we have to go on about this amazingly wonderful idea that would have changed the way we think of telegraphs is Paul's own heavily-drunken assessment of it. He's not exactly Ogilvy even when he's sober, you know? Paul then quotes a Chinese proverb appropriate to the situation -- "the faintest ink is better than the best memory" -- and he doesn't know it yet, but if he didn't just pull his feet out of the fire, he at least put the rope around them so that someone else can do it. Peggy tells him they've failed before, so they might as well go in...