Roger practices chipping golf balls in his office as his phone rings. He's forced to answer himself since Ginger's not in, but doesn't regret picking up the phone when he finds Joan on the other end. You picked the wrong secretary, Roger! That toothpick Jane isn't fit to shine Joan's pumps. Anyway, Joan being Joan knows good and well that Ginger is out, since she has a hair appointment the last Tuesday of every month. Roger is impressed with her smarts. Joan asks him for help finding a job, and apologizes that she called to ask for a favor, but Roger insists he's glad she thought of him. "You want to be on some people's minds," he says warmly. He'll be happy to make some calls on her behalf.
Betty sits at her Dad's desk as William escorts in the family lawyer. He's all smiles until he doesn't get what he wants - the house. The lawyer explains Gene wanted them to sell it for top dollar and split the proceeds, which William pitches a fit about, saying Dad knew he didn't have any money to buy Betty out. William stomps out, which is fine by Betty since she wants to talk to Milton the Lawyer in confidence. She explains to Milton that Don has been married before, Don Draper isn't even his real name, and he bought his ex-wife a house. Milton takes a hard view of the facts, explaining that if she wants a divorce, she has to be able to prove adultery in a court of law. Or if Don wants a divorce, she can get one, but then she won't get any money and he can take the kids. Ouch. Then Milton goes on to give his fatherly advice, which is if she's not afraid of him, and he's a good provider, she should go home and at least give it a try.
Annabelle joins Roger at dinner, where he's already on martini number three. She orders Bordeaux, and they wander down memory lane. Turns out Annabelle dumped Roger long, long ago, and Roger still has a scar with her name on it.
After a long, drunken dinner, Roger helps Annabelle with her coat. She's drunk, he's drunk, and she's laying it on thick. She wants more than reminiscing, but Roger says no. I can't decide if I'm surprised or not - on the one hand, his pride was wounded, which we know he holds a grudge about, but on the other hand, it's sex, and we know Roger likes sex. Maybe he's happier with Jane than it seems.
Joan arrives home to Greg the Rapist's utter failure at his psych interview. Joan tries to smooth things over, saying he'll have other interview, but he whines and pouts like the LOSER HE IS. Joan says she doesn't care what he does, as long as he does something because they need money. Greg whines some more that he did everything he was supposed to do, yet it didn't work out for him. Boo fucking hoo, Greg the Rapist. Joan still is sympathetic until he says she doesn't know what it's like to plan on something her whole life and then not get it. Then she abruptly gets up, grabs a vase off the table, and smashes it right over his fucking head. DO IT AGAIN, JOAN! This time with a cast iron skillet! Greg shouts that she's insane as she slams the door to the bedroom. Alas, he's not dead.
