Don might not have been able to stop his partners from pimping out Joan to an unctuous car salesman, but he did stop Herb from ruining the prestige of a national car campaign.

(A brief note about Don’s perplexing moral cognitive dissonance regarding prostitution: True, he has solicited and continues to see a prostitute, but I suspect his moral outrage with whoring out Joan is in part because he respects her, while he condones Sylvia’s prostitution since he has feelings for her.)

“He’s not a businessman,” Herb says to Pete. Clearly, his shortsightedness is not limited to just his privates.

Pete predictably has a hissy fit, but Don and Roger refuse to give in to him or Herb. Everyone’s laying down the lines, and Pete the control freak is rendered helpless.

Back at Cos Cob, Pete has a new mistress/ neighbor -- of course, always stealing Don’s style -- and takes her to his wife-approved apartment in the city.

But it’s clear she’s gotten too clingy when she tells him she’ll park her car in different places whenever she’s thinking of him. Sheesh, whatever happened to smoke signals?

When his mistress comes running to their house, beaten and bloody, it’s obvious that a) Her husband’s a vile woman-beater, b) His secret affair is out, unlike Don’s affair (for now) and c) That horrifies Pete more than the fact that she’s been beaten.

He and Trudy console and mend her, steak over the eye and all. When Trudy briefly leaves the room, Pete — proving that, yes, he can out-skeeze himself — snaps at his battered mistress, “What did you say to him?” Just, ew. Her answer? She wants to be with him. Pete, really?

The morning after Trudy had some chat time with the mistress when taking her to a hotel, she tells Pete to keep him and his unzipped fly at least 50 miles away from Cos Cob. Her issue is not his indiscretions, but his lack of discretion. Whatever rids you of Pete. Now go enjoy that skinny dip with your flirty neighbors (just not the abusive one, ugh).

In last week’s episode, Peggy, free of Don’s control and full of power, seemed to be the happiest out of the dreary-eyed lot last week. But happiness never lasts long in “Mad Men” land.

Peggy has been channeling Don’s creative talents and managerial so oppressively her underlings are close to mutiny. Even after her secretary tells her they’re cowering outside her office, she tears apart their Clearasil campaign. Sure, zits aren’t fun, but neither are mean bosses, Peg.

Sensing the low moral, she tries to rally the troops: “The way you are has nothing to do with the fact that the work needs work.” She’s not even convinced with her speech, rolling her eyes after they leave.

To her credit, that go-get-’em speech did spark inspiration for new ideas: Copywriters responded with a campaign for Quest deodorant that kills overly critical bacteria. Someone hand these boys an award for most creative way to tell your boss she stinks.

The only coworkers who don’t seem to hate her are her boss, Chaough and her work husband (“How was your day, honey?”), Stan, who spills the beans (pun intentional) that Heinz ketchup is on the prowl for a new ad agency.

Raymond of Heinz, another Peggy hater, brought his colleague and head of ketchup, Timmy, to SCDP. As head of baked beans, and not the creme de condiments (ketchup), poor Raymond gets overlooked. So much so that he admits to Don and Ken that he’s essentially on a suicide mission. Again with the death and doom imagery.

Ken wants to go in for the kill, tossing aside any past ties with Raymond. Don shuts down that idea saying, “Sometimes you gotta dance with the one you brought.” Rather noble, but will it backfire? Odds are, yes.

Peggy mentions that Heinz is up for grabs to her boss, more so to console herself that SCDP has gone to hell without her. Her boss, however, sees an opportunity to pounce on Heinz.

Peggy tries to discourage him to protect Stan. Chaough insists that it’s business, and Peggy, unlike Don, who stood next to Raymond, gives in. More brownie points (and flirting potential) for Peg. But those good vibes won’t last long. I’m guessing Stan will join the long list of the Peggy Haters Club once CGC snags Heinz.


ROGER: No real great one-liners from the Silver Fox, but he does seem to continue mourning his mother. He inaccurately attributed a Churchill quote as hers. Rather respectable confusion to make, no?

RESUME BUILDER: Working on a farm has transferable skills for working in a whorehouse, according to Uncle Mac. Set this guy up as a career counselor, stat.

MOST AWKWARD MOMENT: Sylvia confuses Megan’s opening up about her miscarriage as a plot line for her show. “I’ll watch.” Uh, no.

MOST MISPLACED ANALOGY: Herb, noticing eager Bob’s intent listening at the meeting, says that he looks like a kid in a candy shop. With the tableau of him holding a notepad while analyzing Pete, Don and Herb, he looks more like a shrink. Shouldn’t SDCP hire one on staff already?

MOST SNIDE HINT THAT YOUR WIFE NAGS YOU: “And they say surgeons are arrogant,” Dr. Rosen jokes, glancing over at his wife.

WORST LINE(S) TO SAY AFTER SEX: “I feel bad,” Sylvia tells Don. Tied with Pete’s “Can you move it along, a little?” Pete, you sweetheart.

BEST SUBTLE INSULT: Bob’s such a brown-noser he’s picking up toilet paper for Pete on his dime.

BEST OVERARCHING LINE OF THE WHOLE SERIES: “It’s all about what it looks like, isn’t it?” – Pete