Harry and Sal walk down the street.

SAL: I just don’t understand what’s so important that I had to cancel my-

HARRY: You’ll know very shortly.

Harry wrangles Sal through the doors of a diner.

SAL: Okay, Agatha Christie, enough with the-

Paul, in full Krishna garb, steps off his stool and smiles at Sal.

PAUL: Hare Krishna, Salvatore.

Sal’s eyes grow as wide as dinner plates. He takes a moment to breathe.

SAL: Please, God, tell me it’s chemotherapy.

Michael Ginsberg enters the break room in a huff, aggressively drops his satchel on the table. Sal stirs a drink. 

SAL: Easy, kitten, you’ll scratch the enamel.

GINSBERG: Sorry.

SAL: Something the matter?

GINSBERG: Draper. All that work I did on the Sno-Ball campaign, and-

SAL: Kid, if you’re going to turn into Blanche DuBois every time Don Draper treats you unfairly, you might as well go ahead and marry him.

Megan walks up to Sal.

MEGAN: I’m sorry we didn’t get to know each other more. I’ve really enjoyed working with you.

SAL: Sweetheart, the pleasure’s been mine. Just make sure I get a ticket to see you as Liza.

MEGAN: I don’t know if “My Fair Lady” is a reasonable ambition.

SAL: “Gigi” then. It’ll suit you better, anyway.

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 is good for us.

KEN: Can you imagine if Betty had tried to write copy?

SAL: I’m not entirely convinced the woman could write more than her name.

No promises, but if you message me with a scene you want to see, I just might write it and post it.

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 bodies in here…no, that doesn’t sound right.

The men laugh.

ROGER: I’m getting divorced.

The laughter dies.

KEN: Roger, are you serious?

ROGER: Deathly.

SAL: Well, I can’t speak for everyone, Roger…

Sal stands with his glass and holds it up toward Roger.

SAL: But here’s to the next wave of typists.

Roger laughs, prompting the other men to do so. they clink glasses.

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 “Tapping a Maple on a Cold Vermont Morning”.

SAL: I hear it’s something to do with robots, sabotage, and mass murder.

KEN: Basically.

SAL: So, when’s it getting published?

KEN: Are you kidding me? Roger would throw me out the window.

SAL: Not if you pulled out the bolt on the bridge first.

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.

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.

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, we’re the ones they fire.

Sal blows a puff of smoke.

SAL: That’s true.

STAN: Say, what ever happened with Garner, Jr? If you don’t mind my asking.

SAL: What have you heard?

STAN: (laughing) Some pretty crazy stories. None of which I really believed.

SAL: Did you hear the one about how he made a pass at me and I turned him down?

Stan and Sal laugh.

STAN: That’s a new one.