The sepia toned Alfalfa-meets-Pretty Baby flashbacks to the whorehouse were the worst part of this season. But it all paid off in the last shot of the tumbledown house in front of the crappy modern(ist) slum buildings. It all seemed totally fake, like Paul Newman and Robert Redford were about to walk around the corner and a Scott Joplin song would start playing and young Draper would join in some hilarious hijinx. But at the end, it all came real like Pooh and Wallace might walk around the corner any second to offer them some heroin.
Loved the 1968 version of an intervention. The 1968 version of an intervention == "You're fired." Best part of Bob Fatwhiteguy from Dancer Alexander saying "Going Down?" to Draper is we know that he'll end up as chunks in Draper's stool. His demise will barely be a plot point, next season. Don (even at rock bottom) knows it too.
Here's a pro-tip. If you are going to tell your beautiful protege that you love her but you can't leave your wife and family, make sure to bang her first. Not after.
I liked that Trudy Campbell was smarter than she seemed but when did she become all wise and all knowing.
Bob Benson ate Pete for lunch. But Roger will end up drilling a hole in his head.