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Previously on Masters of Sex...

This kind of smut
does not belong in this hospital.

We'll reconvene in my office.

You should be done
toadying up to the likes of Fitzhugh.

It's where the study started.

It's also where you were fired.

Sorry about the locks.

I have been ejaculating prematurely.

You can help with that, can't you?

We can.

Now, I understand why you can't be
honest with our daughter,

and I pay the price every time I call
Vivian and she hangs up on me.

- Let me tell Graham.
- You're asking too much, Margaret.

No! No!

Say you're sorry, you little shit.

I'll never say sorry to you. Ever!

I found out something bad about my mother.

She bring her boyfriends around here?

What boyfriends?

Come on, you've met him.

I'm not so sure he's a keeper.

The phone has been ringing off the hook.

I've got this big shot perfume guy
from New York who wants in.

Do I have the wrong night?

I'm sorry, Jo. I thought it was Friday.

God, you are so like her.

A girl I used to know.

Here it comes again.

The old Dan Logan charm.

The baby didn't cry.

You didn't get up to see
why the baby wasn't crying.

The phone didn't ring.

Your neighbour didn't stop by
to borrow some sugar.

An egg. She was short an egg.

You didn't have to move your convertible
to get it out of the rain.

We could try again.

Just to make sure that it really happened.

What is it?

That's... My mother's laugh.

It can't be. Your mother's in...

The living room, apparently. Get dressed.

- And then what?
- Hide.

Mom? Daddy?

Look at you.

No person would ever think you had a baby.

Only a mother.

You look like a million bucks, honey.

Couple more pounds,
and you'll be back to normal.

What are you doing here?

We thought if we told you we were coming,
you'd put us off again.

I told her, Gin, I did.

I said, "No one likes uninvited guests."

And I told him, there's no new mother

who doesn't need her own mother.
Am I right?

Right.

Is this the robe that
I bought you in high school?

Aren't you happy to see them?

Yes, of course I am. I'm
just surprised, is all.

Tessa told us Tuesdays were best.

Because usually I'm at Dad's,
so it's just you and Lisa, alone.

I told Grammie and Gramps
that Lisa's just started smiling.

We cannot wait to see her.

Why don't I go get her?

No, if you wake her up now,
then she'll be up the rest of the night.

And you must be so tired
from that long train ride.

So, why don't I make up
a bed for you in the back room?

But it's early still.
Aren't you gonna offer them a cup of tea?

He is obsessed.

I am not, Edna.

Your grandmother exaggerates.

First it was bridges and skyscrapers.

I read you one article about
the Seagram Building.

And then the Space Needle.

My goodness, is it 9:00, already?
When did it get so late?

You make it sound like I'm not
interested in seeing the baby.

Which I am. I love babies.

Well, if you go to sleep now, then you'll
be all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed

when Lisa wakes up in the morning.

So, why don't you take this tea to bed?

How high is the arch, Gramps?

Sixty-three storeys,
17,000 tonnes of steel.

I'm telling you, Tessy, it is truly
an engineering marvel.

- What was that?
- Possums.

Again. We have possums.

It didn't sound like a possum.

It sounded like
Santa jumping off the chimney.

It's more than likely you've got
yourself a raccoon, Gin.

Why don't me and you check it out?

You and I. Grammar.

I'll get a flashlight.

No. You are not running around
in the middle of the night,

with your grandfather,
looking for a raccoon.

That's ridiculous, Tessa.

Why don't I take a look in the morning,

see if there's a hole in
the eaves that needs repairing?

See, now, if you had a real husband,
that would be his job.

No more nightmares, I hope?

Nightmares?

Believe me, that is the last time

I try reading that awful
Truman Capote book before bed.

Last night was my night.

I know, and I felt terrible intruding,
but I just couldn't fall back asleep.

Every time I closed my eyes,
I would see that farmhouse.

That poor family.

I'd better get dressed.
We should be leaving soon, Graham.

I've decided I'd like to go, too.

I already called in sick.
I told them I had food poisoning.

No. We have been through this, Jo.

We are not in bed at the same time,

so why would we go
to counselling together?

We're in bed together right now.

Not in the sense I'm talking about.

Glasser says we should deal
with what's real.

This is what's real between us.

Well, what's also real is
the fact that most of the world

is not nearly as open-minded as we are.

- I'm not ashamed of what we have.
- Neither am I.

But Dr Masters and Mrs Johnson
work with couples.

One man and one woman.

They wouldn't know what
to do with three people.

They're the world-leading experts
on sex, Margaret.

They, more than anybody, know
historically, monogamy

- is the exception, not the rule.
- Yeah.

Take a look at Sub-Saharan Africa,
the Islamic world...

It's only our retrograde Western society
that teaches us to believe

the logic of love as
scarcity, as a commodity

that's to be stored up and hoarded.

These people are my friends, Graham.

I've known Bill Masters for 20 years.

What the three of us have...

I'm just not ready to share it with him.
I'm sorry.

Well, we're on this path together.

We all go at our own pace.

She is so beautiful.

I think she looks just like me.

Don't you think she looks just like me?

Just dry toast, Mother?
I can't fix you something else?

I'm watching my weight.

Too many calories in margarine.

I'm back in my old clothes, Mother.

Marjorie Dupont is still walking
around with that baby weight

and Lance just graduated high school.

Which, frankly, is a miracle.

He's not a very bright boy, that Lance.

He broke our porch light twice
tossing the morning paper onto the stoop.

Maybe he just has bad aim.

The first time was bad aim,
the second time was stupidity.

And Marjorie wants me
to introduce him to Tessa

the next time she comes to visit. As if!

She's a million times
too good for that boy.

Well, Tessa does have
a little juvenile delinquent in her.

She's been giving me a hard time lately.

What do you expect? She's been
bouncing between two households.

She's not bouncing.

Did Tessa tell you that she's bouncing?

I can see for myself.

It's no way to raise a
teenager, Mary Virginia.

Who's keeping tabs on her?

And who knows what secrets
she's keeping from you?

Secrets such as having her grandparents
show up unannounced?

I really don't appreciate you
telling her not to tell me, Mother.

You used to do that all the time
when she was little.

Buying her candy and saying,
"Don't tell Mommy."

Well, it's a grandmother's prerogative
to spoil her grandchildren.

Of course, the rules never apply to you.

Look at you, what about your rules?

Hitched to a man in name only.

Pawning off this poor baby
to some babysitter

while you're going off to do your sex work.

It's not sex work, Mother.

Sex work is what prostitutes do.

Try explaining the
difference to my friends.

Why don't you tell your friends
that your daughter

has co-authored a seminal work
on human sexuality

and she's supporting herself handsomely
from the proceeds?

You know what this needs?

It needs a little marmalade.

You're very unpopular this morning.

They're all from Ronald Sturgis and pals.

Those religious weirdos who've been
hanging out in the lobby this whole week.

What happened to you?

Tripped up on my own front step.

Let me fix it.

No, I don't want anyone touching my... God.

Betty, don't...

The vertebral column is very sensitive.
You can't just...

You want the pain to go away?
Trust me, I know what I'm doing.

Helen's got sciatica, and she's
too vain to give up high heels.

- Now, just lean back.
- I most certainly will...

Betty, stop!

All right. Let your spine stretch out.

Stop it, Betty, I mean it!

Sometimes you can actually feel
the vertebra pop back...

Attaboy.

- You did it.
- Yeah.

Betty.

That is absolutely...

Doug.

I was hoping to have a word with you, Bill.

I'd appreciate a few moments of your time.

Of course. Thank you, Betty.
That will be all.

Thank you.

Look, I feel awful about what happened
the other week.

Seeing you at that cocktail party
brought back some...

Well, some strong emotions.

For you, too, I'm sure.

The truth of the matter is, it's been

10 years since
the unpleasantness between us.

And clearly you've gone on
to some impressive accomplishments.

You've got your own practice,

you've got a best-selling book
on your hands.

I think it's high time
that you and I bury the hatchet.

Don't you think?

Well,

that's quite a change of heart you've had,
Doug, haven't you?

I've given it a lot of thought.

In the space of two weeks,
to go from publicly insulting a man,

calling his integrity into question,
demeaning his work,

to this display.

There wouldn't be any
ulterior motives here, would there, Doug?

You have a son, don't you, Bill?

I'm sure you would do anything
in the world for him, wouldn't you?

Ronnie is an architect.

Two years ago,
he married a sweet girl, Leelah.

They've been trying to have a baby.
No luck.

But it didn't matter,
they had plenty of time.

Yesterday a letter came
from the draft board.

My son's been called up.

He won't last five minutes in a war.

Everyone feels the same way
about their child.

Not true. I wouldn't be worried if
it were either of my two older boys,

Sam or Dale.

But Ronnie's different.

I've got to get him a deferral.

If his wife were pregnant, he'd be 3-A.

You are the best fertility man
in the Midwest, Bill.

I have never denied that.

You certainly didn't take it into account

when you threw me out of Wash U
after 15 years.

I can't undo what's been done, Bill.

The only thing I can do
is try to make it right.

What exactly did you have in mind?

Barton, how are you?

I'm fine, thank you.
I'm here to see Margaret. Is she here?

Yeah, she'll be out in a minute.
Come on in.

We're going to see your
colleagues, actually.

I won't keep her long.

I didn't realise that you were
a student of Rich Huffman's.

Dr Huffman? He was
my mentor in medical school.

Well, he tells me that there's no one in
the world that knows more

about bacteria than you do.

He said you're teaching over at St John's?

There's an office
with my nameplate on the door,

but the focus of my research is cholera,

so I spend a good part of the year abroad.

- Follow the germs.
- Precisely.

Jo, I thought you were taking the day off.

No reason to now, is there?

Hello.

Have you seen my turquoise earrings?

- Did you check the bathroom drawer?
- Yes, I checked the bathroom...

I didn't realise you were here.

There was just a small matter
I was hoping to discuss with you.

Although it seems like maybe now
is not a good time.

Well, we are on our way out the door, so...

We've got 10 minutes
before we have to leave.

In the meantime, I'll
look for those earrings.

I met... Jo, is it?

Did you?

Is that Graham's daughter or...

I don't have a lot of time, Barton.

Well, I've thought a lot about
what you said the other night

and I know how difficult it's been.

I'm sorry...

They kissed on the lips.
Graham and that young woman.

Jo and Graham are in a relationship.

As in a romantic relationship?

Yes. In fact.

And you know about this?

Jo works at a travel agency.
She's the one who used to book

all of Graham's trips for work,
his trips to India, Kenya...

They started up a sort of friendship.

He started calling her when he'd come home
to tell her about his trips.

Eventually, they decided to take it
beyond the telephone, and meet in person.

Graham likes to call it,
"Love at first dial."

She moved in with us six months ago.

And that's all right with you?

This arrangement?

Graham and I decided together.

For heaven's sake.

Margaret, you're living
in some sort of commune.

Like those crazy people
you hear about in Berkeley.

Historically speaking,
in most cultures in the world,

monogamy happens to be the exception.

Historically speaking?

I came here to give you permission
to tell Graham about my...

About us.

Because I wanted you to be honest
with the man you love.

And you can't even be honest with yourself.

What are you doing, Margaret?

- What am I doing?
- Yes.

I'm living in the truth, at least I'm trying
to, which is far more than I can say for you.

I hate to say it. In the bathroom drawer.

Well, I am sorry.
I had no idea they were coming.

- How long are they staying?
- Unclear.

No one is more unhappy about this
than I am.

My mother has a true talent
for insinuating herself

into everybody else's business,
especially mine.

And she wants to come into the office
for a visit,

so I need you to help
me put on a good face.

I can do that. I think.

Here's something that'll cheer you up.

We've been invited back
to Washington University.

Invited back as...

There's a faculty consortium
tomorrow night.

The keynote speaker has dropped out,
and they need someone of note.

Fitzhugh is begging for
us to fill the spot.

Fitzhugh?

The chancellor who led
the charge against you, against us?

Bill, they put dildos on my desk.

I was mauled in the bathroom.
We can't go back there.

That's exactly why we should go back.

I won't.

No, nothing could induce me to stand
in front of those people and speak.

Well, I'll speak for both of us, then.

Tell them the battle is over,
and they have lost.

It begins with the woman's knees
astride the male,

facing forwards, her pubis
perched above his erection.

And then, with a minimal amount
of touching,

the tip of the man's penis is
inserted into the vaginal opening.

Just the tip.

I insert it or Graham does?

You do. Graham, your job is to do
as little as possible.

- Just remain totally passive.
- Passive.

Graham, he prefers to be in charge.

And I have to say I prefer that, too.

I've had partners who've

left it up to me to make things happen.

And that hasn't worked out so well
for either of us.

Well, in order to treat the problem,

you both need to be open to
exploring different sexual dynamics.

Well, Margaret is far more open-minded
than she's giving herself credit.

- Aren't you?
- And you?

I just don't know how I'll be able
to maintain an erection

if I don't stay active.

Perhaps your prematurity is linked
to this drive to be in charge.

You're anticipating what it feels
like to cross the finish line

before the race has even begun.

What you need to do is take
your foot off the accelerator.

Yes. You be the car. And
let Margaret drive.

And I just do nothing?

You focus on what it feels like
to be inside her.

Resist the temptation to move,
let the urge to orgasm subside

and you will become desensitized.

And once that happens, Margaret,
you can allow Graham's penis

to penetrate more deeply,

stopping at each point to
establish that new baseline.

And if I feel as though I may orgasm?

You immediately withdraw.

And, Margaret,
you apply the squeeze technique.

Now, you place two fingers,

on the side of the penis facing Graham...

I'm so sorry, did we establish
whether or not you're circumcised?

- We did. He is.
- I am.

Right. So, you place two fingers here
on the coronal ridge,

one above, one below.

Why don't you give it a try?

The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile,

- the murderers...
- Just one moment.

The sexually immoral.

Those who practise magic arts,

the idolaters and all liars,

they will be consigned to
the fiery lake of burning sulphur.

Betty, call the police.

This is the second death, Dr Masters.

I called your office an hour ago.

It's been a long afternoon, Lib.

I got here as soon as I could.

I told Betty that it was an emergency.

Well, we had an emergency of our own.

Someone present with a case
of ejaculatory incompetence?

No. In fact, a group of Bible-waving
lunatics descended upon our waiting room

and wouldn't leave until the police
cleared them out one by one.

Now, what was so important
that I had to rush home?

Your son was beaten up at school.

And he came home with a bloody gash
over his eye and his shirt torn.

- Well, what happened?
- He refuses to tell me.

All I can guess is that some bully
decided to pick on him.

- Where is he now?
- He's in the bathroom.

I cleaned him up and
told him to sit in there

- until I could find the iodine.
- I'll take a look.

Please be gentle with him.
Bill, he's shaken up enough as it is. Okay?

I'll talk to him myself.

I'd like to know what happened.

I told you. I got into a fight.

What precipitated it?

Was someone picking on you?

Were they teasing you?

- It doesn't matter.
- Well, it matters to me.

I started it.

My friend and I,

we were playing football at recess.

And another boy,

he was trying to take the ball away.

We asked him to stop, but he wouldn't.

So, I made him.

And trust me, I don't look
half as bad as he does.

You shouldn't be getting into fights, John.

You need to focus on your studies.

Smells like my grandma.

Can you elaborate?

She used to keep a tin of liquorice
in her purse.

And when I did something naughty,
she wouldn't spank me,

she would bribe me with it.

Her heart rate didn't go up.

- Not significantly, no.
- So, it wasn't a sexual response?

- To my grandmother?
- Let Lester try.

Wanda Petrowski.

She wore something very
similar to this one.

We used to sit in her parked car

and she would list for me, one by one,
the reasons she wouldn't let me kiss her.

Is failure an emotion?
That would be my emotional response to...

Let's not get worried yet.
It's just a demonstration.

Let's try another scent.

These stories don't get
at what I'm looking for.

What is it that you're looking for?

Not just what people think they feel,

something more unspoken...

Let me give you an example.

There was this gal I used to see.

She was pretty enough, and very friendly.

But she really only cared about two things,

her gin and her orchids.

She used to breed show orchids as a hobby.

And the more gin she drank,
the more she talked about them.

Now, I'm not much for
flowers that don't smell, and I hate gin.

Well, still, I was drawn to this woman.

What does your wife think of this story?

This was a long time ago.

And all I know is that every time
I had to do business in Pittsburgh,

I thought how much I didn't want
to hear about those orchids,

and I still called her anyway.

Now, tell me,

what's the test you could do to help me
understand why I picked up the phone?

Tightening of the scrotum,
blood flow to the penis?

And when she opened the door,

half the time I wasn't even sure
she remembered my name,

but she still let me in.

What's the test that tells us
why she did that?

Lubrication of the vaginal walls, maybe?

Hardening of the areolae.

I want them to smell my perfumes
while we test those things.

- Okay, I'm out.
- Me, too.

I'm paying you for the Cadillac
of sex research.

That's what I expect to get.

Grandma?

Grandma?

Grandma?

What are you doing?

Have you seen what's under here?

No one's vacuumed under here for months.

Do you want me to do that for you?

Would you mind an awful lot?

It's just Mom hasn't done
any in a while, hers or mine.

Of course she hasn't. Just leave it here.

Thanks.

Mom, do you want to join us?

We're having a little dessert.

You all enjoy, I'm cleaning.

There's nothing more satisfying
than cleaning

for somebody who doesn't have time.

I know you feel your mother's hard on you,
but it's because she worries.

She doesn't worry about me.

She worries about how things look.
How I look.

She wants to polish everything
until it shines, including me.

She does it every time she visits.

It's just like she used
to do with those beauty pageants.

Do you remember the one in Topeka?

I had to drive in the car with her
for eight hours.

On the way there
she made me press on my front teeth

with a Popsicle stick,

as if I could somehow fix
my overbite before we got there.

She knew how happy you would be
to wear that winning sash.

No, she wanted to see me in the sash.

What kind of mother puts an
8-year-old in a beauty pageant?

But, honey, she didn't put you in
the pageant. You entered yourself.

You saw it in a magazine,
filled out the form, and sent it in.

Then you begged your mother
to drive you to Topeka.

If she pushed you too hard, it's because
she didn't want you to be disappointed.

"Once the female has mounted the male,"

"she takes the penis and slides the tip..."

Okay, I'm gonna take it and put it
inside, just a little bit.

- How's that?
- That's good.

Don't move.

I want to. I feel like.

- I'm suppressing a sneeze.
- Just sit still.

Try to think of it as if

you're lowering yourself into a warm bath,

letting yourself adjust to the temperature.

- That's good.
- A little deeper?

It's working. It's working.

Just feel it. Just...

Let yourself dissolve into me.

Okay.

Could you not do that?
Don't close your eyes.

Don't close your eyes.

Does it say that in the instructions?

No, that's just for me.

- I'm looking at you.
- Really?

I see you.

Well, I've decided to take the high road.

Right off the top, I'm gonna acknowledge the
university as the birth place of the study.

Have you seen your son?

He looks fine. Boys that age heal quickly.
There won't be a scar.

I went through his book bag this afternoon,
looking for his lunch box,

and I found this folded up at the bottom.

"Dear Johnny, I am sorry
that I punched you."

"I promise that I will not do it again."

"From Dennis Daughtry."

Johnny made the whole thing up,
about starting the fight.

I called the school.

Apparently, this Dennis has been
picking on him for weeks,

taunting him, and calling him names.

Then, this morning,

he and four other boys held Johnny down
on the football field,

punching and kicking him.

They said they wouldn't let him go

until Johnny gave in
and admitted that he was a sissy.

Eventually, the teacher saw what was
happening and broke it up.

She made Dennis write an apology note.

I was gonna suggest that we both call
the parents tomorrow.

No.

No. Leave it to me.

Dennis?

Dennis Daughtry?

Apparently, you can spell your own name.

Well, that's impressive.
Although you do seem to have

a little trouble with some
of the bigger words.

- Leave me alone.
- Don't you walk away from me.

Now, you swung these knuckles
into my son's face.

You did. Yes, you did. I know you did.

I know. Don't deny it.

I'm a doctor. I know things.

For instance, I know that you're what, 13?

You're in Johnny's grade.

So, how many times
have you been held back now, Dennis?

Two? Three?

That make you feel bad about yourself?

Do you know why that is?
Because it means you're stupid.

Yeah. That's why you lash out
at other boys, boys like my son.

Boys who are smart.
Boys who are smarter than you.

Better than you.

You know what? I know you're smart enough
to know that if a doctor...

If a doctor threatens you,

no one can protect you. Can they?

Certainly not your father with
his sad little plumbing business.

You're alone, Dennis. And you know what?

One of these days, you're gonna
end up just like your old man.

You're gonna unclog other people's
shit out of their toilets.

You're looking at a future where
you work with your hands, Dennis.

So, you'd better take care of them!

Go home. Clean yourself up.

I thought maybe lemon chicken for dinner?

With those scalloped potatoes you make?
Those are so good.

You have to teach me.

Potatoes. Heavy cream...

So, how did it go with those new exercises?

Well, it's too soon to say.
We're only just at the beginning.

Don't be modest, Magpie. They went well.

They certainly sounded like they went well.

You were listening?

- I was passing by in the hall.
- Jo!

You promised that whatever you learned
from those doctors, you would tell me.

So that it could work for us, too, Graham.
You promised.

I also told you that we needed
time alone, together,

to get it right, before any
lessons could be passed on.

It seemed like you were getting it right.

You cannot listen at the door!

It's unfair to us.
We each have our private time

- and this was ours.
Margaret's right, Jojo.

Well, I'm sorry, but I was scared, okay?

I mean, if he can fix the problem with you,
he's not gonna want to work on it with me.

And if you can cure him,
he's gonna love you more.

That's not going to happen.

But she hopes it does.
Don't you? Hope it does?

All right, let's just sit down,
and take a breath.

Don't you?

Don't you want him to love you more?

The truth.

I do, yes.

Yes, I do.

So, where does that leave me?

Well, I guess that leaves you with
your ear pinned against the door,

terrified of what's going on inside.

What has gotten into you?

You can't know, Margaret.
You can't know what it's like,

what it feels like
standing on the other side of that door.

I know exactly what it feels like,
far more than either of you.

I spent years and years and years worried

that I was going to lose
the man that I loved

to something going on behind some door.

Thirty years, my life imploded into
a million messy pieces,

and I tried to scrape it back together
as best I could until I found Graham.

I fell in love with Graham, on my own.

You were not part of that, Jo.

We didn't have any problems, in bed
or anywhere else, until you came along.

Margaret, I won't have it.

Why did you bring her into this?

I didn't do anything, we agreed.

We did not invite your travel agent
over for fondue

and two bottles of rosé because
we wanted to fuck her.

Jo is young and pretty. There are a
million men in the world for Jo.

That's not the point.

It couldn't be more the point.

We were happy, weren't we? Before Jo?

Yes.

Then why, Graham? Why is she here?

I had feelings for her.

I wasn't going to lie to you about them.

I knew I was going to act on them.

Are you going to show us
inside the exam rooms?

They're all currently in use, Mom.

Wait a sec.

There're people having relations in there?

Only if we've been successful
in helping them.

Your daughter's been very helpful
to so many people who,

without her and the doc,
would've had no place else to turn.

Yes, but in the middle of the day?

I can finish showing them around
if you want to take a break.

And go where?

You've always wanted to see Canada.

Mr and Mrs Johnson.
Virginia said you might stop by.

Great to see you, Bill.

We were just about to impose

and take a look at the
arch from your office.

That's not an imposition at all.

I understand from Virginia that you know
a great deal about its construction.

Bill, how is your lovely wife?

Libby's well, thank you.

And the little ones?

Virginia tells me that you have three now.

They're not so little any more.

If you're free tonight,

Virginia and I have been invited
to Washington University

to give a talk.

I'm sure I speak on behalf of both of us
when I say we'd be honoured

to have you as our guests.

I think I have a tie.

I would have mentioned it myself.

I just didn't think it was something
you'd be interested in.

Wonderful. Virginia can put
your names down on the guest list.

You ready for the nickel tour?

Right over here, we have
Dr Masters' office.

Why is your mother staring at me like that?

Bill, this looks a lot like
the petition list of people

at Wash U who had you fired.

There's a reason for that.
It is the petition list.

That was Dennis Daughtry's mother
on the phone.

Libby, please.

Can we talk about this later?
I really need to focus right now.

I need to understand how
you could have possibly thought

that that was a good idea.
I have been wracking my brain.

I didn't handle it well, but I handled it.

You physically attacked a 13-year-old boy.

I did not... I did not attack him.
I had a conversation with him.

That boy is the size of a linebacker.

You don't really think that makes it okay?

Somebody needed to teach him a lesson.

What lesson are you teaching our son?

You cannot let a bully get away with it.

He has to be made to see
that there are consequences,

whether it's a 13-old-boy
or the chancellor of a university.

Did you know after Fitzhugh fired me,
they changed the locks?

All my research, every single piece of data
I'd collected over three years,

all of it taken away from me.

They had some security guard
pick me up by the shirt collar

like I was some street vagrant.

And you know the only thing I regret?

I regret walking out that door,
giving them the satisfaction.

I should have made them drag me.

This is not about you, Bill.

This is about our son.

And our son needs help.

I am about to go back to that place
and face those same men,

so, Libby, we will talk
about this tomorrow.

Bill Masters and Virginia Johnson
need no introduction,

especially here at Washington University,

where their ground-breaking study on
human sexual response was conceived.

That's not a word I use lightly,

because Bill Masters
is a master of conception.

He is a world-renowned expert in fertility

and a skilled obstetrician,
having brought thousands

of healthy babies into the wards
of our own hospital.

Now with his colleague, Virginia Johnson,

a renowned psychologist in her own right,

he has published a work of
great scientific import.

We are lucky
to have them on such short notice,

to share their findings with us.

Sixty-three storeys,
17,000 tonnes of steel,

the new St Louis Arch is a grand monument

to those brave pioneers
of Western expansion,

those men and women
who forsook safety and headed

into the wilderness, despite the naysayers.

They dreamed of making
the unknown known.

I think it's not a stretch to say
that in our laboratories

in Wash U and now in our
own private clinic,

Mrs Johnson and I have taken up the mantle

of that pioneering spirit.

- Margaret?
- Barton.

I'm here to see Bill.

I don't have an appointment.
I just thought I might catch him.

He and Virginia are at Wash U.
Giving a speech.

And yet you're here.

I'm happy to be done with that place.

There's nothing there for me any more.

I didn't expect it to feel so good,

walking away, making a fresh start.

God, are those even possible, fresh starts?

Haven't you made one?

I came here to thank Bill
and Virginia for their help.

But to tell them Graham and I
won't be returning to therapy.

It turns out sex isn't really
the problem with us.

It's me.

I picked a situation as far away as
possible from what I had with you.

A man who wanted me so much he
physically couldn't wait to have me.

Who loved women so much
he had to have two of them.

Who lived a life without secrets,

so there were no devastating truths to
discover because I already knew the worst.

A man who was ready and able to fix
what was broken between us.

Only, what's really broken, Barton, is me.

I left Graham tonight.

I walked out with my coat and my car keys.

You'd think that'd be the beginning
of a fresh start, wouldn't you?

No possessions, no personal attachments,
not even a wallet.

And yet.

I'm gonna make the same mistakes
all over again.

How could I not?
I'm the same person I've always been,

I'm looking for the same thing
and I have no idea how to find it.

You don't think you've changed?

No! No.

I do.

- Why?
- Because you left him.

You didn't wait for him to leave you
like you did with me.

That's the difference.
That's how you've changed.

You know

that there's something more,
something better.

And you know that you deserve it.
Or you would have stayed.

But I'm alone.

I am all alone.

I don't know what to do now. I don't...

Who do I have? Where is home?

I think, maybe, I can help.

I think...

I think maybe I can give that back to you.

Vivian, honey, it's your father.

Am I calling too late?

No, no, nothing's wrong.

I just...

I have something to tell you,
about your mother and me

and why our marriage ended.

I think it's important
that you know the truth.

The truth about me.

In the future,
when people talk about our work,

I hope that they will say to each other,

"What was all the fuss about?"

I hope they'll find it hard to believe

there was ever a time that this
kind of study was necessary.

What a triumph that would be.

Thank you.

We have time for a few questions.

- Leslie Farber.
- Go ahead.

No one knows how your work
will be received in the future,

but I find myself concerned
about the hidden risks it poses.

Your science takes the relationship
between man and woman,

husband and wife,
and renders it in numbers, graphs.

Sex is reduced to a mechanical process

without any reference to the human psyche.

Qualities like modesty, chastity,
fidelity, shame,

and most glaring of all,
nowhere in your book

does the word "love" appear.

What was your question, sir?

My question, Dr Masters, is
"Where is the love?"

In 1687, Sir Isaac Newton discovered
what was then known

as the law of universal
gravitation, gravity.

Take two objects. The larger
object exerts an attractive force

on the smaller object, pulling it
towards itself, as it were.

An apple falls from a tree.

The Earth, by far the more massive object,

pulls the apple to the ground.
Simple enough.

Only, Newton's theory

left scientists a rather puzzling problem.

To paraphrase you, Dr Farber,
"Where is the gravity?"

It's not something you can see or touch.

It's not something you can put
under microscopes

or examine from a telescope.

Well, 230 years after Newton,

a German patent clerk in Switzerland

finally realised that scientists had been
asking the wrong question all along.

They would never find an object
in all the immensity of space

called gravity, because, in point of fact,

gravity is nothing
but the shape of space itself.

That clerk, Einstein, posited

that the apple does not fall to the ground

because the Earth exerts some
mysterious kind of force upon it.

The apple falls to the ground
because it is following

the lines and grooves
that gravity has carved into space.

And when we talk about sex,

we do not talk about love, Dr Farber,

because love cannot be rendered
into columns and graphs,

as if it were the same
as blood pressure or heart rate.

Love is not a force exerted
by one body onto another.

It is the very fabric of those bodies.

Love is that
which carves the lines and grooves,

the curvature of our desire.

- Great night, honey.
- Thank you, Daddy.

I really regret these shoes.

- I'll bring the car around.
- Good, thank you, honey.

Did you enjoy yourself?

It was very illuminating.

I'm so glad that it worked out,

that you were able
to get a sense of the work,

what kind of contribution to science
we're making... I'm making.

I underestimated you.

You did?

Here I thought you'd made
a mess of your life.

But now I see that you're this
close to being able to fix things.

- Really?
- I'm so proud of you.

You are?

All you've got to do is get him
to leave his wife and marry you.

You're so close.

Strike while the iron is hot

and don't give him
a chance to get tired of you.

I'll meet you at the car.

Quite an evening.

Bill sure can work a crowd.

I didn't know that you were here.

I snuck in the back at the last minute.

I figured a smart investor tries
to learn everything he can

about his investment. I'm glad I did.

I had no idea you were so far into
the research on sexual inadequacy.

I can see the real potential there
for overlap with our products.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

Are you sure? You look upset.

How would you like to take me
to dinner sometime?

You're awfully quiet.

Am I?

For a man who just very publically
vanquished his enemies,

yes, I would say you're rather subdued.

You won, Bill. It's what you wanted.

Aren't you even a little bit pleased?

I didn't respect their opinions
when they called me a pervert,

I don't know why the hell I thought
their approbation would matter now.

Then what was the point
of this whole exercise?

I don't know.

As I was walking down from the podium,

listening to that applause,

all I could think about was my father.

The time I bought him a bottle
of aftershave for his birthday.

As I was counting out the change
in the drugstore,

the sales lady asked me if I needed
a bandage for my split lip.

It was his gift to me that morning.

Making that man happy was like
trying to walk to the horizon.

I was never gonna get there.

I'll go check in on the others.

- How was your day?
- Fine.

Your face is healing well.

That boy hasn't bothered you again?

I remember reading that book.
Yeah, I was just your age when I read it.

I remember climbing up
the ladder to the attic

and pulling the trap door shut behind me.

Why?

I didn't want my father
to know where I was.

Why?

He'd have given me chores
and I'd have had to stop reading.

Have you gotten to the part where Henry
faces the charge and he fires his gun?

I used to love that description
of the gun getting hotter and hotter

as he pulls the trigger over and over again

until it gets so hot it's
blistering his hands,

but he just won't stop firing.
Where are you going?

- John?
- To bed.

But it's still early.
How about we watch some TV?

I'm just gonna read in my room.