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The Draper house oozed with tension on what was considered to be Good Friday, a day of peace and quiet celebration for many New Yorkers, but one would never know that from 42 Bullet Park Road where a storm was brewing on an otherwise peaceful night.

"You take no responsibility for anything that goes on this house!" Betty Draper shouted after her husband Don Draper, continuing an argument that had been quietly brewing between them over the past week. What had started with their son Bobby Draper's mischievous behavior was becoming a battle over discipline in the household.

Don pushed forward, his anger at home being fueled by a horrible day at work. As Creative Director at Sterling Cooper, Don had had the unpleasant task of letting go one client in place of another. Mohawk Airlines had been with Sterling Cooper for years, and business with them was going very well; but the crash of an American Airlines plane pushed the company into overdrive – they now wanted a fresh start with new representation. The advertising agency's newest Director of Account Services, Duck Philips, had a contact with American Airlines and arranged a meeting with them to discuss a possible partnership. What no one had anticipated though, was the firing of Duck's contact. Sterling Cooper was no longer in the running for American Airlines, still forced to go through their pitch to the company, and no longer had Mohawk Airlines to represent.

Betty continued to spew her anger, dwelling on her home life while her husband worked and played in the city. Though it was only spilt milk at the dinner table, the fight was officially about everything and anything.

Don clenched his fists to his side. "I pay the bills, put clothes on your back, the damn stables!"

"Don't you dare!" Betty cried out as they reached the bedroom. She was tired of being told to appreciate everything that her husband had given her, when in the end all she felt was loneliness. "I'm here all day –alone with them, outnumbered." Betty felt her voice begin to crack, but she adamantly refused to back down. She saw no reason to be saddled with two kids while her husband did whatever he wanted in glorious Manhattan.

"What about Carla, doesn't she count?" Don sneered, referring to the Draper housekeeper and often nanny when Betty chose to leave the house.

"It's not her job to raise our children!" Betty insisted. "I'm here, and then you come home and get to be the hero!

Don glowered at Betty, who had touched a very sensitive nerve. "You want me to bring home what I got at the office today? I'll put you through that window!"

In that moment, Betty released all of her anger and frustration, pushing her husband backwards, which was no small feat given her very tiny frame.

Don counteracted with a push of his own, sending Betty's body backward, her head hitting the deep brown vanity table in the bedroom.