Chez Draper. Carla is serving dinner as Betty keeps a watchful eye on her, wondering what she suspects and how she feels about it. After Bobby addresses Carla with some probably unintentional disrespect, Betty scolds him before telling Carla she can call it a day. Carla uncertainly agrees, and she's on shaky ground too, I'm sure, because she's got to be vaguely afraid that Betty will fire her to cover her own ass, I'm sure. Don arrives home and goes straight to the liquor, and when Betty asks how his day was, he confesses it was not good. Betty's eyes go to Carla, who has her back to her but still almost flinches, and then Betty puts on a show of saying she "didn't want to bother" Don with it, but Francine sent Francis over to the house, and Carla met him. Carla proves to be another person on the show with absolutely no poker face as she looks like she's wishing the ground would open up and take her away from these whiteys and their rich-people problems. Betty brightly continues on about the fundraiser, and Don couldn't give a shit if she wants to host it as long as he doesn't have to go. Carla moves to get her coat, continuing to do a fair impression of someone walking on eggshells, and Betty's eyes follow her appraisingly for a moment before finishing up telling Don about the shindig. Don goes upstairs to lie down, and then Carla leaves, uncertainly wishing a good night to Betty, who doesn't return the sentiment. If Carla's not a drinker, I bet she's going to start awfully soon, because how else do you survive in an atmosphere like this?
Episode Report CardCouch Baron: A- | 2056 USERS: B-
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