Out With the Old...
Ken and Sal ride up the elevator. KEN: …And that bit about going to the future…I’m telling you, I’ve never seen a pitch like it. SAL: And to think, all it took was a baked bean account to put her over the top. KEN: I don’t know if she married him to get the job, but at this point, I don’t really care. It was a total touchdown. SAL: What’s good for Don...
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Sal, Ken, and Stan enter Roger’s office. Roger motions for them to sit. ROGER: Boys, I called you in here ‘cause you’re the only ones that are both IN the office and DON’T have some kind of insect up your ass. STAN: Well, sir, I consider this a real- ROGER: Don’t push your luck, Rizzo. Roger starts pouring drinks. ROGER: Anyway, the reason I wanted warm male...
Ken sits at his desk, holding a manuscript in his hands. Sal walks into the room. Ken quickly puts it away. SAL: Not your resume, I hope. KEN: No, it’s nothing. SAL: By “nothing”, you mean a “Hargrove” original? Ken grins sheepishly. KEN: I guess I can’t hide it from anyone. SAL: You know I’ve always been a fan. KEN: This isn’t exactly...
Pete, face still puffy and bruised, pours himself a drink in the conference room. Sal blows a puff of smoke and smirks to himself. PETE: Stop staring at it. SAL: Did you see a doctor? PETE: Are you joking? That’d be a riot when he read my forms. “Beaten up by an Englishman old enough to be his father”. SAL: For all he knows, you’re talking about Cary Grant.
Alas, Poor Ida
Harry lights Sal’s cigarette. SAL: She died? HARRY: With Fillmore Auto Parts in the conference room. SAL: So while Ken’s in there killing a strategy, God’s out here killing a secretary.
Hiding In Plain Sight
Sal and Stan sit in the booth under dim lights and hovering smoke. STAN: …And ever since, it’s been Glo-Coat this, and Glo-Coat that. Don’t get me wrong, it was cute, and Don’s a genius, yadda yadda… SAL: The problem with genius is that there’s usually very little effort involved, but it’s what they give awards for. STAN: And when the genius fails,...
Peggy closes the door. She and Sal are alone. PEGGY: Thank God you’re back, I need you more than ever. SAL: (Smiling coyly) Here? Like this? I’d always pictured it somewhere tropical. PEGGY: Very funny. No, I’m doing secret work for Roger and it needs art. SAL: Secret work? Are the Viet-Cong working for PPL now? PEGGY: No. He dropped the ball on Mohawk, and I have to clean...
Brave New World
Ken and Sal ride up the elevator. SAL: I don’t know what’s worse. The fact that Don needs TWO Artistic Directors, or the fact that we’re both Italian. KEN: That’s nothing. The new kid writing copy is Jewish. SAL: Brave new world we’ve entered. The elevator dings and the doors open. The two men enter the office and approach Don’s desk. Dawn sits there,...
In Don's Office
Don pours Sal a drink. SAL: Ah. The one thing that hasn’t changed.
After Roger's Party
Sal enters Peggy’s office, closes the door. Peggy sits at her desk. SAL: The former Mrs. Draper just stopped by. PEGGY: Why? SAL: Maybe she heard it was Roger’s birthday and thought there’d be cake.