...only to be woken up by Stan blowing a whistle in an impression of a football coach. He, Joey, and Danny laugh, possibly at the complete mess her hair is at the moment, as they tell her it's ten-thirty, and after enduring their banter for a few moments, she heads out...
...to see Don, who looks fresh as a daisy. He explains that he "spruced up," which is a bit of an understatement if you ask me or anyone else, and then has her come over to the desk and take a look at his new idea; on the right, he has the Daily News front page with a now-famous picture of Ali standing over a supine Liston, and next to it, he's sketched a play on the photo in which a Samsonite stands tall over a battered American Tourister or whatever, with "The Champ" written as the headline. Peggy's like, "Great, next time can we not start the brainstorming until a major sporting event happens?" In a nice reversal, she nitpicks the idea for a bit, but when he asks why she's shitting on it, she confesses that she's just tired, and opines that it's very good. Intently looking at her, he clasps her hand into his in a gesture that both thanks her for being there for him and cements her as the New Only Person That Knows Him, and after she smiles at him for a bit, he hands her the sketch and tells her, "Give it to Joey...no, Stan." Heh. He says she should then go home and shower before returning and giving him ten taglines, and she happily leaves, but not before asking if he wants the door open or closed, and he replies, "Open." Simon and Garfunkel sing "Bleecker Street" as we go to closing credits, and we're left to wonder if Don will no longer feel quite so alone. See you next time.
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