You know when you’re really into a girl when even the little post coital ditties she pens don’t turn you off. So Roger must have it pretty bad for Jane, because her musings on the sticky sheets of the Waldorf Astoria enchant him like a snake charmer stiffening a Cobra, and dear Jane gets struck with a marriage proposal.

Duck’s looking for a commitment from Roger too, a partnership for his 2 years of service, but Roger is unequivocal in his return, citing Duck’s failure to perform for the company and advising Duck to “Go out there and make rain” for the board members. Like the stand up guy he is, Duck takes it on the chin and thanks Roger for the candor.

While Kinsey is of fighting for Civil Rights in The South, Peggy has her eye on metro-sexual Kurt, snagging a date to see Bob Dylan with him, not realizing that he is bent on fighting another front of discrimination, until he announces to the stunned gang at SC over a donu break that “I make love wiz zee men, not zee voman”. Suddenly everyone seems to lose their desire to get their mouths around a sticky donut hole.

But it works out for Peggy, who after plaintively bemoaning why she always picks the wrong boys, gets a “Queer Eye for the Office Frump” makeover from Kurt, and still gets to see Bob Dylan. A fag hag is born.
Pete and Don are in L.A. for the aerospace convention and Don is determined to ruin Pete’s fun. But after a disturbing lecture on a single M.I.R.V. missile that can annihilate the whole U.S.S.R., Don seeks solace in the form of a 21 year old jet setter driving a convertible headed to Palm Springs. Leaving Pete holding the baby, but at least now he can do it poolside…

Duck has dinner with his old boss from London, St. John Powell (That’s British McTeabaggins to you Sir!), and after he is politely knocked back again when he asks if they would rehire him, he turns murderous. He offers up Sterling Cooper like a squealing pig, exploiting Roger’s new vulnerability as he plunges headlong into a bankrupting divorce, demanding a finder’s fee and total control of International Operations after the merger. He returns to Roger and Bertram with a smile on his face, and a promise of the big time. All hail the Rain Maker.

In Palm Springs, the heat’s getting to Don. So much so that being surrounded by wandering nomads where no one knows where you came from and you can slip out of yourself without anyone batting an eye, actually prompts him to revive Dick Whitman.

On the phone to an old friend of his former self, he scribbles down a meeting place into a copy of Faulkner’s “The Sound and the Fury”, ripping out the last page.

…..and his eyes were empty and blue and serene again as cornice and façade flowed smoothly once more from left to right, post and tree, window and doorway and signboard each in its ordered place.”

You can’t travel forever. Sooner or later, we all return home.