Don is packing when he hears Betty come in downstairs, and we cut to him entering the kitchen and asking if she's seen his Hilton cufflinks. Given your preoccupation with getting paid for the work you do, Don, I hope your deal with Hilton includes billboard fees. She smiles that Bobby was playing with them, but they're now in her top drawer, and noting her terrific mood, he asks how it went. She tells him they won, and punctuates the news with a little celebratory dance that's easily the most endearing she's been in recent memory. Aw. After a little talk about the logistics of his trip, he asks if they killed the whole development, so she tells him that "a man from the Governor's office" (ahem) intervened and ordered another study of the water, which could take years. She repeats said man whom she has never kissed's dictum about stalling when you don't have the power, and then adds that they should just do the project up in Newburgh. "It's already disgusting." Having had sad occasion recently to visit Newburgh, I'm hard pressed to disagree.
Later, Betty's awake in bed, and she wakes Don up and asks if it's too late for her to add on to the Italy trip. He tells her it's fine, as he can buy her a ticket at the airport, and she says Carla can watch the kids. "I just want to get on the plane." And back in the days when they didn't charge for bags, either.