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Previously on Masters of Sex...

He showed me
three apartments just today.

We've talked about this, Libby.
Our dissatisfaction...

Yes, but it was just talk.

It's Joy. She...

She collapsed.

"Catastrophic" was the
word they kept using.

- I don't want to talk about it.
- What you want isn't the issue.

I just said! So shut up about it!

This is not about you, Bill.

This is about our son.

And our son needs help.

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

You swung these knuckles
into my son's face.

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

If a doctor threatens you,

no one can protect you.

Pawning off this poor baby
to some babysitter

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

I know you feel
your mother's hard on you,

but it's because she worries.

She doesn't worry about me.

- I underestimated you.
- You did?

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

Are you all right?

How would you like to take me
to dinner sometime?

The Marshfield Fair.

I'm sorry?

Candy apples.

It reminds me of when I was little

and my dad would buy them
for me at the fair.

They had this rich,
crackly, toffee coating.

I'm practically drooling
just thinking about them.

Not exactly the lubrication
we were looking for.

Thank you, Holly.

Feel free to get dressed now.

So, smells elicit emotions
rather than arousal,

leaving us nowhere.

That is the general vicinity.

And even if we wanted emotion,

every reaction is unique.

Meaning, we'd have to
customise a specific scent

for each customer.

Which would be like
moving the French Riviera,

one grain of sand at a time.

Do you know anything about gypsy moths?

Their natural habitat
is not the French Riviera?

No, Nature Magazine published
a piece on gypsy moths recently,

about this substance that they secrete
called "pheromones."

An aphrodisiac of sorts,

secreted by the female moths to
attract the males at great distances.

The length of a crowded barroom?

Try 30 miles.

And the strangest thing
about pheromones is that

they're not something that you smell.

They're sensed.

If we can bottle the
human equivalent to pheromones,

we could have exactly
what I've been looking for all along.

A love potion, essentially.

But there's no conclusive evidence
that human pheromones even exist,

never mind are ready for packaging.

They exist.

For example, inexplicably,

a few weeks ago,
you asked me out to dinner.

It was as if some unseen
force compelled you.

Because every time I've
brought it up since,

you've managed to worm your way out of it.

I have not "wormed my way out of it."

Then have dinner with me tonight.

Fine. Then drinks, down the street
at the Tap Room.

Can I just be honest with you?

I have no idea
why I asked you out that night,

but it was wrong.

So, why don't we have
a cup of coffee, downstairs in the lobby,

and we can use the time to strategise

about how we might go about
procuring pheromones.

We can strategise.

Now, let me be honest with you.

You're a woman who deserves
more than coffee in some lobby.

You deserve, well,

what we might call a proper courtship.

You're running like you've
got the devil on your tail.

Is everything all right?

I was just...

I was just thinking

about how sometimes people seem to just

be slipping away.

Who's "people"?

My son John, for example.

I just asked him this morning

if he wanted to come see
a Cardinal/Bears game next Sunday.

- You got nothing, huh?
- Yeah.

That's funny.

'Cause I was just talking
to a former Cardinal,

a friend, Al Neely.

Al "The Ape" Neely?

Yeah. We played together at Nebraska.

He married that actress, Isabella Ricci?

Well, anyway, she's been twisting his arm,

trying to get him to go see somebody
about their "bedroom problems."

They'd heard of you,

and about flipped when
I told them we were neighbours.

They wanted me to put in a good word,

you know, maybe you'd see them.

You don't have to put in a good word.

Just have them call the office.

All right, I will.

You're still coaching, right?

Kids football?

Yeah.

You need an assistant coach?

You?

Why not?

I mean, why not try?

If you don't try, nothing happens.

Or, things happen
that you don't want to happen.

Anyway, Johnny could run out for the team,

I could help you coach.

So, what do you say?

I think it's a terrible idea.

I was already playing football at his age.

It will be good for him.

He'll be in there with boys twice his size,

he could easily be injured.

You can't mollycoddle the boy, Libby.

Who is mollycoddling?

I'm simply saying he's
not a football player.

Well, certainly not if he doesn't try.

Bill.

The Planetarium has a wonderful film
on the origins of the universe.

Johnny would love that.

Well, I've already promised Paul
I'd help him coach.

You are gonna coach youth football?

"Spend more time with the children."

That's your constant refrain,
so that's what I'm gonna do.

Johnny will play, I will coach.

And now, I'm late for my dinner.

You have a dinner?

It's work, Lib, like always.

I've told all my friends, Bill,

that we have a famous author
in our family now.

Edna keeps expecting to see you hobnob
on Linkletter's House Party.

If by "family" you mean your daughter,

certainly there would be no book
at all without her participation.

It's just such a rare treat to
spend quality time with you, Bill.

Time does fly, doesn't it?

I was just saying to
Edna how eerie it is...

We need to get a move on.

Your mother's got this crazy idea

about taking the baby out for ice cream.

Mom, Lisa is three months old.

A baby can't appreciate ice cream?

Plus, it's a nice break for you and Bill.

You can just relax and talk about
something other than work.

Is she trying to set us up?

And so subtly, don't you think?

How would she come by such a notion?

Not from me.

As much as I would like
to take you upstairs...

Having my mother arrange it is grotesque,

to say the least.

How long before they go back home?

Well then, we'll just have to
make other arrangements.

It won't do for us to be
separated this long, Virginia.

It's true.

I lied.

And I deceived my husband.

That is how my firstborn came to be.

Did I never tell you this?

We'd been trying for years.

Bill let me think that
the problem was me, of course.

Anyway, I underwent this capping procedure

that Bill invented himself,
because Bill is brilliant that way.

And suddenly I was pregnant.

I was so happy-

And then I had a miscarriage.

And Bill said, "No more."

"No more trying."

it was just gonna be the two of us,
for the rest of our days.

So I got my doctor to
secretly inseminate me

using the remainder of Bill's sperm,

and like a gift from heaven,

it worked.

Although,

I think whatever feelings
that Bill had for me,

they died that night
that he realised I'd deceived him.

That he was gonna be a father, after all.

I think you could use a clip.

You startled me.

I'm sorry.

I was just watching you and thinking,

"Thank God for Libby Masters."

You've been so kind to Joy,
and beyond generous to me.

Over these past few months,
if it hadn't been for you, I don't...

Of course.

Anything for friends.

Your mother is rocking the baby,
humming Chattanooga Choo Choo.

Honey, Lisa lapped up
every last drop of that ice cream...

Did you know
she was going to do that tonight?

Throw Bill at me in that way?

You did.

Did you also know that
she has told me to marry Bill?

She did mention something...

Well, I hope you told her
she's out of her mind.

And what good would that do?

Our first date, your mother
and I went to the movies.

I showed up in shirtsleeves,

and she wore her grandmother's mink stole.

She's always imagined herself
being someplace better,

someplace else,
other than wherever she actually is.

I think she pictured herself going to galas

on the arm of some politician,
or doctor, or lawyer,

and instead, she ended up with me.

Please. She'd be lost without you.

And I know that.

We all need stories to tell ourselves.

That's hers.

We can probably skip the tour.

I'm not sure two hours a day
warrants my own office.

You're gonna need that.

Mail's up to a thousand letters a day.

They want you to answer anything

that doesn't compare them to Satan
or damn them both to hell.

Oh, my God, is that...

Lower your voice.

This is a doctor's office,
not Grauman's Chinese.

Isabella Ricci?

Those lips have
touched Rock Hudson's lips,

they've touched Perry Como's lips...

And look at my lips when I tell you

nobody knows they're here.

Which means you do not know they're here.

- Can I just walk through the lobby?
- You cannot.

Can I just say that I have to pee?

I've had two kids.
By the time I get out there, it'll be true.

Clickety-clack, Jane. Clickety-clack.

Paul tells me you're a big football fan.

I still remember the game
you ran 200 yards against the Colts.

203 yards, but who's counting, right?

Our friend Sandy
absolutely raves about you two.

Sandra Dee.

I don't believe we've ever
worked with Miss Dee.

She read your book.

And if you ever want tickets to any game,

what game can we get, Al?

How does 50 yard line,
Unitas against the Steelers sound?

Don Shula won't have the
access you'll have.

Any game, any time.

And I have friends at the Ice Capades, too.
In case you're interested.

That's very generous.

But why don't we
proceed with why you're here.

Right. So.

Explain how me
not touching my wife sexually

is gonna fix things in the sex department.

We've found that non-sexual touching

removes the pressure and expectations
sometimes associated with sex.

We understand it may seem incongruous
to what it is you're trying to achieve,

but we've had a very high success rate

with sensate therapy
in cases like your wife's.

Just to think the word "frigidity"

and this body could
inhabit the same universe...

We prefer "non-orgasmic."

"Frigid" is pejorative, and it
suggests that it's the woman's fault.

I just want it fixed.

So that we can go back to the way
we were in the beginning.

What are you doing, Tessy?

I'm just leaving something out for my mom.

"Life and Love," by Tessa Johnson.

You wrote this?

Teen Society has a contest
and I entered it on a lark.

But then they told me that I won
and I flipped.

My. That's really something.

And will you look at this?

The perfect hairstyle for you.

Let's you and I have some fun.

I'll make an appointment,

we'll go down together
and they will give you this hairstyle.

A girl can always do things to make
herself more attractive to the boys.

I don't think
this hairstyle suits me, Grandma.

Come on, don't be like your mother,
always fighting me at every turn.

Maybe she has a good reason to fight.

Yes, of course.

She's poisoned you against me.

Your grandfather can do
no wrong in her eyes,

because he always tells her
exactly what she wants to hear.

I'm sure nobody wanted to hear
"The British are coming,"

at 3:00 in the morning,
but God bless that messenger.

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

Okay?

I know.

Look, honey.

Your essay is very impressive,

but think of your mother
as a cautionary tale.

She's written a whole book,
and look at her life,

it's a mess.

There are some things
that are definitely screwed up.

Just don't follow in her
footsteps, all right?

You focus on what really matters.

Ready, break!

Ready, break!

- Come on, Hornets.
- Let's go, Hornets!

Okay, after the change of possession,
you're in.

I don't want to go in.

I don't want to play, I told you that.

Just do as your coaches
tell you, all right?

Come on, of fence!

Come on, of fence!

Jesus, he just stands there
like a clay pigeon.

Well, it's not his regular position,
he's normally a tight end.

But our starting quarterback
showed up 10 minutes late

for practise yesterday, so...

Is he any good?

He's got an arm like a slingshot.

It's his attitude I don't care for.

Hey, 14.

Yeah, you ready to go in for number 12?

- Hey, Bill, the kid's gotta learn.
- I agree.

But, can we figure out
some other kind of punishment

that doesn't embarrass
the whole team by losing?

Okay. Dennis! Come here.

Come on, Hornets!

Now look, you're going in.

All right? But listen to me, son.
No more screw-ups. No more.

Billy, you're out. Come on.

- Well, get in.
- Let's go, Dennis.

The new kid's yours?

33. Johnny Masters. It's our first game.

There is no "our" in football.

It's all about the boys,
the coaches, and the dads.

I'm in charge of snacks today.

Is there some kind of snack sign-up?

Yep, and if you don't get
in the snack rotation,

you're a bad mom.

Gotta show up at the games,
'cause it's expected.

Not that anybody cares you're here.

But if you stay home, and take a bath,

and have five blessed seconds
to yourself, well,

then we're back to "bad mom."

But you'll get the hang of all this.

Essentially, your job is to be invisible,

while cheering them on.

- Go, Hornets!
- Down!

Set! Hike!

- Go, go!
- Get in there! Run through 'em!

Go on, Dennis! That's right!

That's the way! Yes!
That's it, Dennis! Let's go! Yeah!

Yes! That's the way!
Well done, Dennis! Well done!

It's good team effort. Good team effort.

Let's get two points!
Two-point conversion. Let's go!

So, now we've dug ourselves
out of that hole,

33 goes in?

33 goes in. Hey, Johnny.
Let's go. You're in.

Yeah. Stay sharp, 33.

Go, Hornets.

Danny! Come on, pay attention!

You kept your cool out there.

You're an asshole.

You can't speak to your coaches like that.

Mr Edley's my coach. Not you.

Come on, defence!

Look, Dennis,

the last time I saw you, I...

I didn't behave well.

I owe you an apology.

I'm sorry.

Where's my football?

I have it. I'll give it back to you.
I'll bring it next game.

Eddie, come on! You want me to pull you?

But, Dennis, you're a hell of a player.

You know? I can see that already.

So, I really hope you stick with this.

I mean it.

I mean, you could be playing
for Nebraska one day,

like Coach Edley.

Down! Set!

Hike!

Hey, ref, come on, that's clipping!
Wake up!

Come on!

Okay, 33, that's it. Get up.

Jeez!

Sorry.

I was just coming in to turn off the gas,
since I assumed no one was moving in.

Well, I...

I took my time with the moving,
but now I'm here.

You being...

Mrs Edley, of course. Joy Edley.

So, your marital problems started
about a year ago, is that correct?

Give or take.

Truth is, Isabella overthinks things.

I tell her I want steak for dinner,

she thinks I hate her pork chops.

It's just the way she works, you know.

Always overthinking.

You see two dogs? There's no thinking.

There's no "how are you feeling,
what am I feeling" stuff.

I understand that could seem applicable

if we were nothing more
than domesticated dogs.

But aren't we?
You know what I mean, really?

I'm afraid that's
not only an oversimplification,

but a dangerous one.

- Can I ask you something?
- Of course.

If you were me, would you be concerned

with being asked to open up
a gorilla exhibit?

I don't think I'm following...

That's why we're here.

I got asked to open
a gorilla exhibit at the zoo.

There's that famous ape, Gil the Gorilla.

I fail to see how this has anything
to do with you and your wife.

I get paid double if she appears with me.

So, she said she'd go to the ape house

if I agreed to come here.

Mr Neely.

The only reason I care you're here

is because of you and your wife's
current sexual situation.

Anything outside of that is not my concern.

Point taken, Doc.

But in the spirit of not pulling punches,

I'm not the one with the problem.

The problem is Al.

He's the low down, ass-sniffing dog.

Mrs Neely,

when you asked for our help,

the problem you presented was sexual.

But these allegations of infidelity,

- they make it more difficult...
- "Allegations"?

My husband will screw anything
that walks, winks, or sits to pee.

When I was filming Johnny Reno
with Jane Russell,

I didn't have to buy
perfume for eight weeks,

'cause whatever she was wearing
ended up all over our sheets.

Then there was Natalie Wood
when we were doing Penelope,

Shelley Winters in Patch of Blue.

- Hell, even you.
- Sorry?

You haven't seen the way
he's been looking at you?

We have had great success
with struggling couples,

but that's only when
both partners are committed

to each other and to the programme...

I am committed. We're committed.

When we first met, there wasn't
any place we wouldn't make love.

He once had me in a fountain in Rome
at 3:00 in the morning.

Sober.

All those coins shifting under my feet.

It was like we were gods
and we could do whatever we pleased.

Just the scent of him and I would climax.

But now...

Now we can't even go out for a burger

without some waitress
leaning over his plate

as though her tits were on the menu.

You want to know
the real reason that I can't come?

Those other women.

Why does he need them when he has me?

Do you know how many men would
give their right arm to have me?

God, and I'm not talking about the
Johnny Lunch-buckets of the world.

But princes, leading men, directors.

And yet, somehow,

I'm the one who's made to feel
like some shrivelled old crone.

I'm asking you right now,

who on God's green Earth
wouldn't want to fuck this?

The problem is, she's insane.

I'm not saying this case
isn't a challenge...

Landing on the moon is a challenge.

Virginia, we can't choose cases
based on degree of difficulty.

That's not true.
We've rejected couples in the past.

Based on a wide array of circumstances
outside our expertise.

But frigidity is our expertise.

I feel strongly that there are
core problems between this couple

that are beyond our skill set.

Meaning our time could be
better spent doing anything,

rather than going down
with this sinking ship.

It is not a good idea
to alienate this community

by dumping these patients.

What community?
The one that gets you 50 yard line tickets?

The community that pays $3,000
for two weeks of our expert advice.

They agreed to that number?

Betty's already cashed the cheque.

I'm not interrupting anything, am I?

- Yes, actually.
- Not at all.

Anyway-

I'm ready in the exam room,
Virginia, whenever you're ready.

Actually, I'll join you two today.

You can bring me up to speed.

You know, there is one problem
I've managed to solve.

Chancery Park Plaza Hotel.

9200.

Dr and Mrs Holden have returned
after a long absence.

All right, I'm going to
take another reading.

You gonna make me
keep pedalling until I pass out?

We need as much sweat
as we can gather, Lester.

It's suspected human pheromones
are secreted via perspiration

by way of the sweat glands, in the armpits.

I know that's a theory.

I wasn't aware there was
empirical evidence to support it.

We're working on it.

Are we?

But the work we've done so far
is more or less theoretical?

More or less.

Look, I've made a fortune

covering unpleasant smells
with lemon and perfume.

But I have no idea
how to market the smell of...

Stink?

Well actually,
what we're smelling is Lester's bacteria.

That's what's giving off this unpleasant
high school locker room tang.

You're welcome.

And what we'll be
experimenting with, hopefully,

is the subliminal scent.

The smell behind the stink.

The Holy Grail of attraction.

Or, we can call it a "love potion."

Exactly. "Better loving through chemistry."

I'd hardly call it chemistry.

What would you call it, then?

A trick.

Essentially. I mean, isn't it a trick?

You're trying to manipulate a person
into feeling a sexual attraction

for someone whom they might not,

in actual fact, be attracted to at all.

Or you could say I'm developing
a product customers want.

I doubt many customers want
to be duped into falling in love.

What we all want
is to uncover the essential link

between scent and human sexual response.

Well, that might be
what we're interested in, Virginia,

because our work is
the work of scientific inquiry.

But I think Mr Logan has other interests.

Yes. Yes, I do.
I want to take nature's guidelines

for pointing us to the right mate,
and simply give it a little boost.

Nature doesn't need a little boost.

Nature can always be improved upon.

Well, she's done just fine for millennia

without the interference of salesmen.

She came up with polio, and science didn't
have a problem interfering with that.

I think that by taking our science,

and combining it
with Mr Logan's commerce,

what we're really doing here
is creating a happy marriage.

I think I'm having a stroke.

So, what you might do
in a short yardage situation,

now the quarterback takes the snap,

and then dives ahead
while the line charges forward.

Okay, now, there's not usually
much yardage gained like that,

but Dennis did manage to get
seven yards out of it yesterday.

Where have you been, Lib?

I'm due back at work in an hour.

Well, I had to drop Jenny off
at her friend Karen's.

Her mother was running late. Hi.

What are you two up to?

I was just showing Johnny
how a quarterback sneak works.

Are you playing quarterback now?

It's something Dennis did
in the game yesterday.

- Dennis?
- Dennis Daughtry.

The boy playing quarterback
yesterday was Dennis Daughtry?

I had no idea he was on the team.

Sure talked to him long enough.

Well, you're on the same side now,
and I want it to go well.

I'm gonna go read.

It'll be all right.

I'll be there to make sure it is.

Good evening.

Good evening, Dr. Masters.

I would just like to say

that we are very honoured
to have you at our hotel.

The wife brought home your book.

And just having it in the house has
put some real pizzazz into things.

And Mrs Johnson is with you?

Lovely. So, how can I be of assistance?

Mrs Johnson and I are,

on our way to a symposium.

We need to pay for our drinks.
We can't locate a waiter.

Consider it taken care of.

Thank you. That's very generous.

We can't stay here.

He recognised us?

Well, where do we go now?

I have to hand it to you, Virginia.

You've turned this
into a very pleasant and inviting...

Lab.

It is a lab, Bill.

A far cry from silk
sheets and room service.

All right.

But hotels are out since the book
has now made us recognisable.

We can't use your house,

because your parents appear to
have taken up permanent residence.

I guess there's always the car.

The point of this evening
was not to make you sigh.

In despair, anyway.

It's like we've been forced
back to ground zero.

Another version of the Wash U lab
where we first had sex.

"Ground zero"
makes it sound unnecessarily grim.

Starting a relationship in a lab
is hardly a proper courtship.

We had a courtship.

We did.

Unorthodox by most standards,
but we definitely had one.

We had a negotiation.

And then we hooked ourselves up to wires,

while we talked each other
through the stages of arousal.

Nature was not why we got together, Bill.

Work was.

Well, I can assure you

that nature played a part.

Yes, but do you ever...

Do you ever wonder what it might've
been like if we'd met differently?

At a dinner party.

Sitting on opposite ends of the table.

And how if the whole evening
people were talking to us,

but we were only half-listening,

because we were drawn to each other.

That's not a courtship.
That's a schoolgirl fantasy.

Besides,

I think it's unfair that
romantic circumstances alone

define what is considered
a natural courtship.

Let's be honest, Bill.

What we had was about as natural
as two amoeba in a Petri dish.

Tessy.

Your hair looks like...

it exploded?

I know. Grandma.

The hair spray's making me nauseous.

Then you should wash it out, honey.

I don't know.

This whole thing seems so important to her.

My goodness, Mary Virginia,
the hours you keep.

I thought Tessa was exaggerating,
but apparently not.

I'm just wondering
if Bill kept you out so late.

Because if that's so, then maybe...

How dare you give Tessa
that preposterous hairdo.

What did you tell her,
that she looks pretty? Prettier?

I think she does look pretty.

She looks like a stove-top scrubber.

She looks like Miss America,
and what's wrong with that?

You certainly were one
for the pageants back in the day.

Don't talk to me about those pageants.
I hated those pageants.

Well, if that's how
you choose to remember it, fine.

All I'm doing is trying
to have a relationship

with my granddaughter,
which is what that girl really needs.

That's why I'm here, honey.

I'm here to take care of you and Tessa...

But you don't take care of me.

You belittle me!

- And you criticise me!
- You know what?

Whether you like it or
not, I am your mother.

And Tessa is our chance
to finally get this right...

Don't you bring Tessa into this.

You don't mean that.

I have never meant anything more.

Don't you know that all I've ever wanted

was your approval?

For you to just be proud of me,
with no strings attached.

But you can't do it, can you?

That's fine.

Because it's too late for us.

But I will not let you take my daughter,

and twist her into some version of herself

that she will come to loathe.

I make you feel horrible?

Isn't that a little bit
like blaming the messenger?

I can love you, Mary Virginia,

and I can still tell you the truth.

Why is it you can't hear it?

It's a small leak, but it's steady.

Do you want some coffee? I just made some.

I'm good, thanks.

It's funny.
For years, I've been making coffee for two,

and I haven't quite mastered the half pot.

Seems obvious, you know,
half the water, half the coffee.

And yet, it's either too
weak or too bitter.

Yet somehow, the highlight of my day

is this kitchen table,
this chair and that first sip.

Washer's bent.

I'm gonna have to grab
another one from downstairs.

So, you and the hubby are split, then?

Yeah, I'm... I'm afraid so.

You have any kids?

Yeah, I do. I have three
beautiful children.

Yeah, that's what I most regret
about my divorce.

What happened with my kids.

Nothing bad is gonna happen to my kids.

I have made sure of it.

Well, you are a miracle worker, then.

I checked up on your lease,

and you're paid up for six months.

So, enjoy your stay here, Mrs Edley.

You need to redo these forms, Mr Neely.

Your one word, perfunctory answers
are not going to cut it.

I was never very good with tests.
I always got distracted by girls like you.

Right. Start with number 12, please.

"What form of contraception
have you used?"

You wrote, "Television."

Always 100% effective.

I will be back to collect
your answers shortly.

It's warm.

Well, we find it makes penetration easier.

And you watch from behind the glass?

I do.

We just want to rule out
any physical problems

that may be preventing you
from achieving orgasm.

Then I guess I'll just wait
for you to yell, "Action."

Good. Let's get started.

Anything? Thoughts? Feelings?

I need to pick up some Tide
on my way home?

You're sure no arousal or...

sorry-.

Smells like my old boyfriend's hamper.

All right. Thank you, Beth.

Lester's sweat strikes out again.
I'm starting to lose hope.

Well, I wouldn't, yet.

See these spikes?

Her mouth is saying "no"
but her vagina says "yes."

How'd I do?

You achieved orgasm at 54 seconds.

"54 seconds"?

So I'm not frigid, after all?

The skin flushed, blotches
apparent on the neck and back,

nipples erect,

and the beginnings of vaginal lubrication.

Yet they all insist that they're not aroused.
That they find Lester's smell repugnant.

There's something in that stinky sweat
that keeps drawing these women in.

Obviously being alone in here,
minus distractions,

allowed you to relax,

let nature take its course.

You are leaving out one very
attentive and handsome variable.

That variable is what's
commonly known as transference.

It's a perfectly normal phenomenon

that can occur during the course
of a therapeutic relationship.

Rest assured, what you felt
can easily be explained by science.

Dr. Masters,

what you call science,
most would call chemistry.

Do you feel that? Not bad, though, right?

You can move it?

Johnny, what happened?

The game ended and you weren't there,

- so I took Johnny home myself...
- What happened to his leg?

He just ended up on
the wrong end of a pileup.

He strained his ankle, is all. He's fine.

Got two tackles today, Mom. You missed it.

Two tackles, and now you're hurt?

Where is your father?

He missed it, too.

Apparently Bill had to work,
so I was coaching alone today.

So, no one was paying attention
when Johnny got hurt?

It's a contact sport, Libby.
It's how it works.

Here, stand up, Johnny.

- He's all right.
- I'm fine.

There, see? He's fine.
It's just a bruise...

He's not fine. He is limping.

And soon he won't be.

I'm gonna have a doctor look at him.

He doesn't need a doctor.

He just needs to walk it off,
and tomorrow morning, he'll be fine.

- Mom, I'm okay.
- That's it.

There is no more football.

But I have a game tomorrow.

And you won't be in it.
You are retiring, starting now.

Why are you looking at Coach Edley?

- 'Cause I want to play.
- And I am your mother,

and I am telling you,
you are done with playing.

Johnny, why don't you go get cleaned up?
Give your mom and me a moment.

Can I be honest, Libby?
You can't smother a boy like that.

And I'm sure Bill would agree.

So now you and Bill both think
that I'm smothering my son?

Well, he did mention that you weren't keen

on Johnny joining the team,
but it's good for him.

And I'll tell you what's not good for him,

is you yanking him away from the game.

Depriving him of the chance
to work through the pain,

to learn how to be a man,
instead of you mollycoddling him.

You don't believe in mollycoddling?

No, I absolutely do not,

and I strongly urge you
to change your position, here.

So you think everyone should just
take their medicine straight, is that it?

Or is my mollycoddling you the exception?

Me? What do I have to do with any of this?

I'm talking about your wife.
How she was drowning.

How suffocated she felt
by your life together.

How unhappy she was.

Libby, if this is some sort of...

Joy had an apartment.
She was one foot out the door.

As far as she was concerned,
your marriage was over.

There.

No more mollycoddling for anyone.

Paul...

Mrs Johnson and I have been talking,

and we have pinpointed
some possible impediments

to your treatment here.

Infidelity, for starters.

A certain lack of
commitment to our process.

A propensity on both your parts

to focus on others
as potential romantic attachments.

We're public figures.
We're paid to be charming.

That doesn't mean we're not
committed to fixing our marriage.

All right.

Let's talk about one particular
question on our intake forms.

"What attracted you most
to your spouse when you first met?"

What did you write for that, Mrs Neely?

That I was attracted by
Al's smile, and body,

and the way he came up to me
at the Brown Derby,

didn't even know me, and
said, "I want you."

And how did you answer
that question, Mr Neely?

I don't know.
Probably some smart-ass answer.

That's what I thought, too. At first.

But then I reread it.

"What attracted you most?"

And you wrote, "She was 20 feet tall."

I told you, it was a smart-ass answer.

But what did that even mean?

Nothing.

It's just, the first time I met Isabella,

I was sitting in a dark theatre
with a bunch of other men,

watching, lusting,

knowing that was as close
as they'd ever get to her.

But for me, Isabella was within reach.

I knew that woman up there on that screen,

on all those magazine covers,

the one that did Perry Como,

I knew she didn't have to vanish
when the lights went up.

I could have her.

Al, I was more than some conquest.

I felt it. I was there, too.

That first night at the Derby,

all I wanted was to have you,
right then and there.

Yes, that's how I felt, too.

And then what happened?

After we'd been together a while,

I started thinking about
that woman up on the screen.

Wishing that...

That I had her.

- And not the real version sitting beside me.
- God, Al.

Why are you being so cruel?

What's cruel,

is that I never told you that.

Well, you were right.
They were doomed the moment they came in.

You've got to be kidding me.

Why not in an elevator?

Or in a car?

Or in the middle of a damn field,
if we feel like it.

And you feel like it? After that?

None of this would be an issue
if you'd just ask your parents to leave.

I did.

They'll be gone by tomorrow.

No, no. It wasn't just work.

Your dinner, the crowded table,
the intoxicating conversation.

We had that.

The moment you walked into my office.

I will never forget the first time
I ever saw you, Virginia.

I was standing by the elevator in Maternity,
and I turned, and there you were.

Behind the glass.

And granted, we were surrounded
by patients and secretaries

and the hospital loudspeaker
squawking down the hall,

but, you know,
just to dismiss that as only work,

well, that's a fairy tale, too.

We would've found each other at that party.

We would've stayed by each other's side.

We would've found a way
to see each other again.

Maybe we would have.

But then again, we'll never know.

I should warn you,

your husband is waiting in your apartment.

Thank you.

That's it, come on. Pass...

Dennis? What are you...

- it's after 9:00.
- I know.

I was just wondering
why you didn't coach today.

You didn't quit. Did you?

No. No, I didn't quit.

- Does your mother know you're here?
- My mom's out.

Is she working?

Just out.

I'm watching the game. You wanna come in?

And you can give me my football.

I thought you'd left.

I had.

But then I remembered...

You remembered we had a good day
and made some real progress.

Well, we're not quite there, yet.
That was a very small sampling.

To the love potion inside sweat,

that makes poets write, artists paint,

and turns a walk in the dark
into a moonlight stroll.

Are you hearing the zing
of your heartstrings?

Not exactly.

But then again, I'm not wired up
to monitoring equipment.

So perhaps I am feeling something,
but I'm just unaware.

You never wired yourself up? You and Bill?

No. We never wired ourselves.

Then let's do a little experiment.

What kind of experiment?

Well, I'm still having
a hard time believing

that a person's body can respond
sexually without the person knowing.

We're not moths.

Maybe people need to be
inches away from each other.

Which is why God invented dancing.

This is hardly an experiment

that would stand up
to any scientific standard.

Then it's a good thing I'm not a scientist.

But do you feel anything?

Any kind of, as you would say,
physiological response?

I don't.

Me neither.

But then again,

it's just what's happening on
the surface, as we learned today.

We don't really know what's
happening in the nether regions.

Is that your technical term?

Your pudenda.

No, that's too technical.

It's really nice to see
you laugh, Virginia.

You still don't feel anything?

No.

Still?

Still nothing.

This is the 1933 Football Stars set.

Mint condition.

It took me two years to put
together the whole collection.

That is so cool.

- I got a half collection from '64, somewhere.
- Yeah?

Things get lost a lot at my house.

You know? I'll tell you what. You...

You pick out any card you like,
and just give me the stats,

and I will give you a quarter
for anyone I don't get.

Okay, go ahead. Anyone you like.

But just the stats.

- You got one?
- Yes.

Okay, go ahead.

1932, four touchdowns...

Tessa, it's almost midnight.

Unless we're in different time zones,

it's midnight for you, too.

Yes, but I'm not up by choice.
I had to work.

I like your hair.

Took four washes
and a bottle of mayonnaise,

but I got it back to normal.

Well, you look pretty. You look like you.

What are you reading?

There's a really interesting article
in Teen Society this month

that I wanted to show you.

What's it about?

Well, I...

It's nothing important.

I think I'm gonna go to bed.

No, honey. Show me.

Tomorrow, okay?

Okay.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Turns out your Hollywood couple
wasn't a complete waste of time.

It already led to one referral.

We know it's probably
not your normal case, but, well,

we just don't know where else to turn.

It's as if he's lost all interest in girls.

I mean,

they're animals, after all.

How hard can it really be?