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Previously on Masters of Sex...

We were just discussing your friend, Keith,

and the possibility of finding him
a surrogate partner.

You want to boff somebody
from Mr Taybor's drama class?

- I wanna help.
- I checked it out.

I went to three different adoption clinics.

They do not let single women adopt.
I'm sorry.

But I want a baby.
I want a baby so bad.

Can I help you ladies?

We have a favour to ask.

The sergeant and I have discussed this

and I want to do this now.

You want to...

To enlist.

Henry promised me that he would not
take a combat position.

We had a deal.

You know what a soldier does?
He gets through the day.

That's how I got through the war.

That's how your son
is getting through the war.

I cannot begin to apologise.

For telling you what I knew about Joy.

These past few months,

all I have wanted to see
come through that door is you.

That's the only thing I had
to look forward to. That was it.

Our science, with Mr Logan's commerce,

is creating a happy marriage.

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

What we might call a proper courtship.

Dan Logan's study has reached a dead end.

Time for Dan Logan to go back to New York.

Is the cough in your throat or your chest?

A little bit of both.

Have you taken your temperature?

It was 101 when I woke up this morning.

But that was over an hour ago,

and I feel a thousand times better now.

Excuse me, I think that I'll be fine
as soon as I get out of bed.

You're not coming in today.

But we still need to review
the surrogate material.

You can come over tonight, if you want.

We can discuss it then.

But I have to warn you,

I continue to have the same objections.

Well, let's push that conversation
to next week.

Or tomorrow...

No, you're not coming in tomorrow either.

The flu takes at least 48 hours
to work through your system.

Besides, it's already Thursday.

This way, you can take
the weekend to recuperate.

Well, if you really think that's best.

I've already sent the girls to George's,

so they don't come down with this.

I might even take the phone off the hook,
try to get some more sleep.

Good. And make sure
you drink plenty of fluids.

Aspirin every four hours for the fever.

I must say, it's a bit troubling
how good you are at that.

So, how did the good doctor take it?

Surprisingly well.

So, to get out of work, you called

and argued why
you should come in to work?

It's important for Bill to think
that it was his idea.

Well, I'm telling you,

this dry desert climate
is just the thing for you.

I've never done anything like this before.

- What, call in sick?
- No.

Dropped everything at a moment's notice

to jump on an airplane.

You deserve the day off.

When was the last time that happened?

I think dinosaurs roamed the earth?

- Nervous?
- It's a big swing.

Casino owners, a long-term
business strategy for them

extends about as far as next week.

All you have to do is explain to them

that this is a simple, practical idea.

Well, and soon, everyone will be doing it.

Just imagine supermarkets

pumping the scent of fresh bread
into the aisles.

What smell do you pump into a casino?

Crisp dollar bills?

Okay, I will pick you up at lunch.

Just keep thinking about
what you wanna eat.

Why don't we just stick to room service?

I'll be back by 2:00.

By 2:00?

That's six hours from now.

I didn't bring any work with me.

That's good, that's the whole point
of getting away.

What am I supposed to do all morning?

Well, I believe the technical term
is "relaxing."

Which I know you will refuse to do,

so I've made an appointment
for you to have a Swedish massage.

Now, Hilda will be here in 15 minutes
with her table.

Then, you have an appointment
at Duvall's Boutique,

where Clarissa will help you pick out

a nice, beautiful dress for this evening.

And afterwards, the beauty parlour
downstairs will be expecting you.

I would really rather not.

It's already been paid for.

You're on vacation. Try having fun.

- Good morning. How may I help you?
- Yes, is this the concierge?

Yes, ma'am, it is.

Hello, I need to cancel an appointment.

Several of them, actually.

Turns out 40 gals
participated in the sex study

at least three times
with different partners.

I call them the overachievers.

- And you've contacted them all?
- Tried my best.

Cross-outs, I either couldn't get ahold of,
or they weren't interested.

And everybody else on the list is a maybe.

And you've explained what
surrogacy work would involve?

In mind-numbingly dull detail.
Just the way you like it.

I'd like you to arrange interviews
for this afternoon.

This afternoon, as in,
today, this afternoon?

We need to get this programme up
and running

as soon as possible to meet the demand.

You do know Virginia's out
for the rest of the day?

And the way she was
hacking along on the phone,

I doubt she'll be back tomorrow, either.

She'll be returning on Monday.

Virginia and I talked about
the surrogacy business last week,

and she didn't sound exactly
full-steam ahead.

Why, it's a brand-new field of inquiry.

It's only proper that
she would have questions about it.

She wasn't even sure if it was legal

paying these ladies to
have sex with strangers.

Sounds an awful lot like something else.

Hence, we're not paying the women.
It's volunteer-only.

That wasn't her only problem with it.

We can't continue to debate
a purely hypothetical programme.

We need to put the pieces in place,
so when Virginia is back,

she can weigh the merits of the idea
in practical terms.

You're doing an end run around her.

Just make the calls.

Your first fertility patient is here.

- Husband looks familiar.
- Bill.

It's wonderful to see you.

Allow me to introduce my wife, Celeste.

Last time I saw you, you were still
selling diet pills across the hall.

Has it been that long?

Well, after a few years at Cal-O-Metric,

I felt like I needed a new challenge.

I was able to parlay my success there
into a leadership position

with an exciting, young company
called Della's Diets.

We were huge in 1963.

And in many ways, we were victims
of our own success.

Six lawsuits, three audits,
one criminal investigation

by the state of Missouri
into Della's Diets.

I'm lucky I escaped with
my medical license.

"Making false claims."

Well, obviously, I wouldn't have made them
if I had known they were false.

And then there's my real
estate investments.

Real estate investments?

On the side. It's more of a hobby, really.

He's got a great nose for property.

The single worst decision
I ever made, buying this place.

And I have made some bad decisions.

Two weeks after I signed the papers,
we lose our liquor license.

The owner forgot to pay his bribes on time.

Turns out, not many people
want to enjoy a lap dance

with a cold glass of apple juice.

A lot of the dancers have surgical scars.

Is that on purpose?

And, so, how long have you been married?

- Three incredible years.
- Best years of my life.

And you've had regular intercourse
during that time?

Above average, I'd say.

And when did you begin trying to conceive?

Let's see. It's been...

Five years since I've even seen you,

and it's not like we were
bosom buddies to begin with.

You're everything a person could want.

In a sperm donor.

You're tall, you're
handsome, you're brilliant.

I just don't know.
Making a baby with a turkey baster?

- Doesn't that seem...
- Like our only option?

I would consider it.

- Austin...
- Okay, maybe.

But I need something in return.

Betty will set up an appointment for tomorrow,
and we'll be doing a full physical.

Does this one do everything?

Answers the phones,
makes the appointments,

next you'll tell me she does the books.

I just... I love to commend
good work when I see it.

She's got a heart of gold. Platinum, even.

Which is better than gold.

At St Luke's, they just got in
a few of those B-mode devices.

The picture quality is out of this world.

So I've heard. Once you add colour,

you ought to start charging admission,
selling popcorn.

Well, our first appointment
is in half an hour.

Mrs Wilson is 34 weeks pregnant.

We found out at her last appointment

that the foetus is in breech presentation.

I hope you weren't expecting
a dull first day.

No, I worked in the emergency room
for six years, before this, so...

A breech presentation is about
as dull as it comes for me.

What made you leave all that excitement
for our humble little practice?

You know, punching in at 9:00 at night,

punching out at 7:00 every morning,

eventually you start to
miss the little things.

Like a quiet dinner with friends.

Or a night out at the symphony.

You strike me as someone
who might like classical music?

In my experience, one classical
music lover can often tell another.

So, "Libby." Short for Elizabeth, right?

Has everyone always called you Libby?

Not always.

Was it "Liz" or "Beth" or...

"Betty." Sometimes.

Do you have a cigarette?

You don't smoke.

No, but in the movies, after they've
been in bed together, they always...

Why is that? Is a cigarette
better after sex or...

I really don't know.

I could test it out.

It's almost 6:00. I have to get home
and relieve the sitter.

So, we're just going to keep doing this?

Showing up here and jumping into bed,
jumping out of bed, hurrying out the door?

Barely exchanging 10 words to each other?

Here. My last cigarette. See for yourself.

There, that was 10 words, wasn't it?

Hopkins, Hopkins... Hopkins.
Thank you, Emily.

The presentation will begin shortly.

Melanie Ungar.

Okay, sit with them.

Lester Linden.

The only people allowed in the presentation

are those here to interview
for the programme.

Then I'm in the right place.

You have got to be kidding me.

If you can be a surrogate,
I don't see any reason why I can't, too.

Single men are not the only ones
who suffer from sexual dysfunction.

Besides, I was Dr Masters' first patient.

If it weren't for me,
this programme wouldn't exist.

In this new programme,

participants will be asked
to commit to regular sessions,

over an indefinite period of time,
with the same partner.

Now, this partner won't be like
the men you met in the earlier study.

These will be men suffering from
a myriad of sexual dysfunctions,

dysfunctions which you will be
trained to address.

Another difference from the earlier study

is in terms of your remuneration.

In that study, each of you was paid
a stipend for your contribution.

Due to certain legal limitations,

for this work, we are
seeking volunteers only.

If that's a problem for anyone,
now's the time to say so.

You're getting closer.

When it's close like that,
that means you're due for a jackpot.

The machine just needs time to warm up.

Thanks for the advise.

Let me guess. Your husband's here for work.

You got me.

I don't let mine take
any business trips without me.

It's just too much fun.

He does his... Whatever
it is he does all day,

while I get to enjoy myself.

Last week, we were in New York City.

I spent four-and-a-half hours at Saks.

I thought, "I must have died,
because this is heaven."

What does your husband do?

He's in business.

What kind of business?

Commercial.

To be perfectly honest,

whenever he starts talking about work,

I just sort of nod my head

so he doesn't think I'm not listening,

even though I'm not listening.

We do our part, don't we?

We go to the client dinners.

We try to keep the conversation flowing.

And in exchange, we get to live a life

most women can only dream of.

Excuse me.

God.

- Miss?
- Hopkins. Single.

- Divorced.
- Married.

Happily.

My first sexual experience?

Fifteen. Sleep-away camp.

Eleven.

Wait, do you mean with another person?

And why are you interested
in surrogacy work?

Because I want to help people.

I'm not looking for a husband,
if that's what you mean.

Is that what you mean?

I'm not trying to get back at Jane.
Why would I do that?

Do you find that you have difficulty
separating emotion from sex?

As long as I'm in love with
the other person, it's not a problem.

Is that what you mean?

Would you have sex with a man

to whom you were not physically attracted?

Does it pay extra?

Are you able to separate love from sex?

Only every night.

Thank you, Lester. That will be all.

Did I get it?

I'll let you know when I have a decision.

Can I at least tell Jane that I got it?

Shallow respiration, skin flush,
perspiration, vocalisation...

- Excuse me.
- I'm sorry, sir.

So, you were saying?

I saw four people win jackpots today.

And every time, the reaction
was exactly the same.

You're telling me those people
were having an orgasm?

No, not exactly.

There are obviously major differences.

But it's impossible
to ignore the fact that the...

- Ma'am.
- Thank you.

- Sir.
- ...physiological response

to winning money is virtually identical

to the body's response to sex.

This could open up an entirely
new area of research.

So, in other words, you spent
your day off doing field work?

In between my appointments.

I couldn't help it.

Everywhere you look in this city,
you find sex.

I saw a bride at the slot machines.

Dress still on from the night before.

Now, what satisfaction
could she possibly be getting

from pulling a lever

that she'd rather be sitting in a casino

than upstairs in her own hotel room,
consummating her marriage?

Well, your Vegas experience

was clearly more productive than mine.

No one was interested in the idea?

Not a one.
I suppose tonight's my last chance.

- Well, how can I help?
- You've worked enough today.

All you have to do is sit back, relax,

and be your charming self.

Now, why would the average customer
choose one casino over another?

They have the same table games,

the same slot machines, the same decor,

hell, even the cocktail waitresses
look the same.

Mr Logan, I consider myself as open to risk

as any businessman can be.

But I gotta have the numbers.

I gotta see them,
I gotta be able to hold them in my hand.

And the idea of pumping smells

in the air to generate revenue...

It's a bit theoretical.

Well, I couldn't disagree more.

I spent the afternoon in your casino,

although the truth is, I almost left
the second I walked in.

The smell.

Not just the flat beer
and the cigarette smoke.

But the smell underneath all of that.

You see, the human nose is capable
of differentiating between

thousands of individual scents.

Failure, desperation, shame...

Maybe that's why you hand out
all those free drinks.

Exactly. Alcohol dulls the senses
quite effectively.

Yes, going into a casino is much like

going to bed with someone.

They're both means of escape.

A way to leave behind
the mundane chores of the day.

Yes, you walk up to a roulette table,

and you place your bet, excitement.

You spin the wheel, plateau.

It lands on your number, climax.

The adrenaline subsides, resolution.

Although, let's be honest, Mr Avery.

How often does the wheel
land on your number?

Most people in this casino will lose.

And that has its own smell.

A smell that the customer can sense
the second he steps foot inside.

And much like sex, once
the mood is killed...

It's all over.

Your secretary makes
some interesting points, Mr Logan.

- I'm not his secretary. I'm his associate.
- Partner.

And a trained psychologist.

Mrs Johnson understands
better than anyone

the intimate links between the senses

and the human psyche.

Well, I can't give you
an answer right away.

I need to talk to my associates.

In the meantime,

to convince you to get past your objections

- to the smell of my casino...
- Yes.

Please, enjoy yourselves.
It's on the house.

We have one more candidate.
This is Nora Everett.

I'm sorry.

I can't seem to find
your file, Miss Everett.

Do you remember what year
you participated in the study?

I didn't. I was too young.

You don't remember me, do you?

Nora? From the neighbourhood?

My parents were Kirk and Sally Everett.

224 Pine Grove.

I'm sorry. I didn't recognise you.

Well, the last time you saw me,

I had braces and those Coke bottle glasses.

Right.

And you're here
for the surrogacy programme?

I've been calling the office for months,

asking if there were any
volunteer opportunities available.

I wonder if this particular programme

is the right fit for you...

I'm not squeamish about sex,
if that's what you're thinking.

Well, one's upbringing does determine

a good deal of one's relationship to sex.

And you think because my parents
were stuffy Episcopalians,

I must have turned out that way, too.

I probably would have.

Until they made the mistake of sending me
to my grandparents' farm in Clarksville,

when I was 12.

My job was to help the horse breeder.

- Really?
- Some of the stallions,

they would get nervous around the mares.

Any kind of distraction,

and it was over before it even started.

My job was to keep them calm. Pet them.

Let them lick my hand.
Make them comfortable.

Once they could relax,

everything else would take care of itself.

It's hard to understand

why people make such a fuss about sex
after spending a summer doing that.

I just came to think of sex
as another part of life.

I read your book. Months ago.

I had never realised
sex could be so complicated.

Well, the book was written with
a medical readership in mind.

I didn't mean "complicated" in a bad sense.

More like... Like a watch.

On the outside, it looks simple.

But once you see all the gears
and the springs,

how each tiny part clicks
into place just so...

Well, it's remarkable, isn't it?

Well...

Thank you. For coming in.

Training will begin at 9:00.

I swear, I put my keys in my pocket
before we left.

What in the world?

Shit.

Don't move.

- Give me your wallet.
- All right.

- It's not a problem.
- Jewellery. Jewellery.

- What's your name?
- Take it off.

- I'm Dan. I didn't get your name.
- Back up. Back up. Back up.

Tell her to hurry up.

- Give me the necklace.
- Give him the necklace!

- I'm going as quickly as I can.
- Hurry up!

Rm going...

Call the police.

Martin O'Reilly.
Private First Class, U.S. Army.

What are you doing?

He's in the Army?

Not any more. He was discharged.

How old is he?

Date of birth, December
5th, 1947, so he's 19.

You need to call the police, Virginia,
before he comes to.

- Virginia, call the police.
- No.

Then give me the phone.

Johnny dissected a frog in school today.

He insisted on telling
us about it at dinner.

Now Jenny says she'll never eat
anything green again.

Do you remember Nora Everett?

Of course. Kirk and Sally's daughter.

She used to zoom by on her bike.

Up and down the block, every afternoon.

What made you think of her?

She came into the office today.

Fertility treatments?

No.

Actually, she volunteered
for the surrogacy programme.

You're joking.

Please tell me that you turned her away.

Why would I do that?

Nora Everett was a lovely young girl.

You can't allow her to do work like that,

have sex with strange men.

She's not volunteering
to have sex with strange men.

She's volunteering to relieve
the suffering of men in terrible pain.

- Through sex.
- Through touch.

Human beings cannot survive
without being touched.

It's a basic biological need,

hardwired into us
over millennia of evolution.

Not everyone can find
an adequate partner on his own.

What we are providing
is a temporary substitute.

Is that really enough?

A stand-in?

For some people, it's all they have.

You need to eat something.

You were in the Army?

Where?

You wouldn't know it.

- In Vietnam?
- What do you care?

Hey. If it wasn't for her,
you'd be sitting in jail right now.

Don't yell at him.

He had a knife pointed at us
five minutes ago.

I understand that, Dan.

My son is there. In Vietnam.

I'm sorry.

There's no need to be sorry.

He's coming back.

I guarantee you he won't be
the same as he was when he left.

I did two tours in the Pacific.
I turned out okay.

This war...

It's not like the war that you fought in.

Before I left,

I had never even drunken a beer before.

Never smoked a cigarette.

But over there, for $2,
you buy a bag of horse,

you can disappear for a few minutes.

That sounded like a fucking bargain to me.

I came home six months ago.

My parents kicked me out
a couple weeks back.

So, I stole my mother's jewellery.

I pawned her grandmother's
engagement ring

for 20 bucks.

I took the bus down here,

and I got a job at the hotel,
working in the kitchen.

You've been robbing people's rooms
on the side?

This was my first try.

I don't think you have
much of a future in it.

Does your mother know where you are?

She doesn't give a shit either.

I don't think that's true.

You don't know my mother.

After what I did...

I know that any mother

would want to hear from her son,
no matter what he's done.

Telling her that he's okay.

So, what happens now?

We can drop you off at the police station.

Dan, isn't there a place

that he could go,
a programme that could help you?

I can't afford something like that.

I can.

Before we do anything,

you're gonna call your mother.

There are several major
male sexual dysfunctions.

I thought you were asking us to name them.

Well, we haven't quite gotten
through all the material yet.

I guess I read ahead. Never mind.

No. Please.

There's impotence,

primary and secondary,
premature ejaculation,

ejaculatory incompetence,
and male dyspareunia.

What are some of the principal
causes of secondary impotence?

The concept of spectatoring
might be helpful here.

Spectatoring.

I don't believe that was
in the material I gave you.

I read about it in an interview
you and Mrs Johnson gave, actually.

It describes when a man or a woman

observes him or herself during sex,
as if from a distance.

In the case of men, spectatoring
can lead to self-consciousness,

which can, in turn, lead
to a loss of erection.

That is all very true. In my experience.

As a surrogate.

The very first surrogate, that is.

When are we going to talk
about female sexual response?

I suppose the two of us will have to have
a separate course on the subject.

A remedial course.

You were singing a
different tune last night.

Why don't we take 15 minutes?

You seem to have a gift for this material.

I just find it interesting, is all.

Did you take
many science courses in college?

The last science class I took
was high school biology.

I was lucky to escape with a C minus.

I started college, but never finished.

I'd like to, someday.

Well, so far, you're on track
for an A plus in this course.

It's funny. When I was a kid,
I was terrified of you.

This one time, I was 10,

I fell off my bike right
in front of your house.

My legs were all scraped up.
Mrs Masters saw what had happened.

She brought me inside,
cleaned up the blood,

gave me a glass of lemonade.

You had just walked in from work,

and she told you
you would have to take me home.

You didn't say a word to me the whole way.

Not even "goodbye" when I got out.

It was like I didn't even exist.

I don't know what it is, Dr Masters.
But you've changed.

You're nothing like I remember you.

Here you go.

It loses some of its sparkle
in the cold light of day,

don't you think?

What light? No windows in a casino.
So, the morning never comes.

It just goes on and on forever.

Any news?

Avery has decided
not to move forward with my proposal

- for his casino.
- I hope that I didn't ruin it.

It wasn't that.

Well, still, I'm sorry.

Not just for the account, but...

You brought me hereto relax.

I cancelled all of those
appointments you made me yesterday.

I assumed you would.

Do you think he'll be okay?

I think we gave him
as good a shot as we could.

You never had children?

You would've been a great father.

I can tell.

It wasn't my decision to make.

We should really get some sleep
before we make this flight.

You've got great hands.

Long palms.

A long palm is a strong indicator
of the element of air.

Short palms, I have short palms,
that's more the element of fire.

This is the children's line.

Most people have a few. I only have one.

That's how I know this baby's meant to be.

So, you read palms?

No, I read it in a book.

In my knitting circle.

All the wives get together
and we gab and read books.

And knit, obviously.
'Cause it's a knitting circle.

I'm afraid, from what We seen today,

that conception without intervention,
in your case, would be impossible.

- If it's the only way...
- it's God's will.

I think it must be, Mrs Langham.

Given that the two of you
have never actually had sex,

I do believe it would've taken

a literal act of God
for you to produce a child.

I'm sorry, I'm not...

Mrs Langham's hymen is intact.

Now, this indicates to me

that the three years
you've spent trying to conceive

must have consisted of heavy petting.

- Look, Bill...
- We're not really married.

Really?

It's just... All I want is a baby.

She doesn't have anyone to have it with.

And the adoption agencies,
they won't even consider a single woman.

She knew that you would never
say yes to inseminating a woman

who wanted to raise a child by herself.

So, she asked me for my help.

And what are you getting
out of this act of altruism, Austin?

Elise is trying to take

what little custody I still have
of my kids away from me.

She's using everything against me.

The Della's lawsuits, my strip...
My current real estate holdings.

I finally found this lawyer,
he's the first person I've talked to

who thinks I might have a shot,
but he has a $1,000 retainer.

And I'm dead broke.

They offered to spot me the money.
I know you're angry with me, Bill,

but Helen would be a great mother.
She deserves to have a kid.

Helen.

Helen?

Could you do 9:30?

Conference room. Now.

Hold on one moment, please.

Shut the door.

Before you get all, "Betty
this, Betty that..."

Tell me this isn't what it looks like.

This isn't what it looks like.

You went behind my back
and deliberately deceived me.

You mean I did exactly
what you're doing to Virginia?

Starting up a whole surrogacy
programme without even telling her?

Don't try and change the subject.

You lied to me about a patient's identity.

You falsified records!

What else was I supposed to do?

If Helen and I came in for
fertility treatments,

what would you have done?
Gone ahead with it?

This is the single worst
breach of professionalism...

Professionalism? I do not think that
you are the best spokesman on the subject.

We keep our personal affairs
out of this office!

We both know that is not true!

You can yell at me.
You can scream at me.

You can call me all the names in the book.

But do me a favour,
do not insult my intelligence.

I am a lesbian, not a moron.

You have every right in the world

to can me for what I did.

But all I'll say is this, Doc.

I have been working here seven years,

and I have become an expert
at looking the other way.

Maybe it's your turn to do the same for me.

Sorry about that. Yeah. We can do 9:15.

All right. Thank you so much. Bye.

So, what do you tell him?

Bill, when he asks what
you've been doing all day?

He doesn't.

Boy, that can't be easy.

Going home, putting the kids to bed,
sitting down to dinner.

Pretending like none of this is happening.

I mean, that is why you close the curtains,
right, and shut off the lights?

And why, the second it's over,
you just rush out the door.

And why you and I haven't once
talked about what's going on here'?

It's because you feel guilty. About Bill.

Bill? Really?

Well, that's why you keep your eyes shut
when we make love, isn't it?

You have no idea what you're talking about.

So, you can imagine somehow that
what's happening here isn't real?

Or maybe you keep your eyes shut
so you can imagine you're with Bill.

Instead of with me.

It has nothing to do with Bill.

Well, then, what does it
have to do with, Libby?

His name

was Robert.

He spent the summer of 1964
registering voters in Mississippi.

The Freedom Summer.

He was arrested three times.

And he had his nose broken
by a police baton.

And then he came home to St Louis. Alive.

And two weeks later,
he was crossing Delmar Boulevard,

when this car came out of nowhere.

The driver had fallen asleep at the wheel.

So often I thought about
how we would say goodbye.

I mean, it had to happen. Eventually.

But neither of us would've just left
without saying anything.

That was unthinkable.

Which is why I...

I still can't believe that he's gone.

Because...

Robert and I were...

We were good friends.

I can't give you any more of myself,
because I have already given it all.

Mr Avery.

I just came to help Mr
Logan finish packing.

He stepped in the shower.

I hope that you're here
because you've changed your mind.

Actually, I'm here to try
to convince Mr Logan to change his mind.

See, it just doesn't make sense, you know?

We're offering him
every penny that he's asking for,

and then all of a sudden,
he decides to read the fine print

and he's no longer interested?

The fine print?

I mean, he should've told us
he's unwilling to relocate to Las Vegas.

What's so important
about his ties to St Louis anyway?

It's enough to make him
turn down a $60,000 contract?

Anyway, I want him to reconsider,
so tell him to call me.

I thought you didn't have a liquor license.

What are you, Eliot Ness?

I was looking forward to missing
the taste of whiskey for nine months.

Helen.

You're missing out on one kid,
I'm about to lose three.

No contest, those kids are the best thing,

maybe the only good thing I've ever done.

You have to fight to keep that
little bit of good in your life.

You're not losing those kids.
We're gonna give you the money.

I couldn't. It doesn't feel right.

You helping me without getting
something out of the bargain.

I didn't say that.

I just want to say thanks for
a great first week, Dr Scully.

Thank you, Jonathan.

I'm sorry. I have to ask.

How did I...

How did you know? I try to be so careful.

You didn't give yourself away,
if that's what you mean.

As a classical music lover.

Right.

It's my job to see things
that other people don't.

The tiniest little blip on the monitor.

The smallest fraction of a skip
in the heartbeat.

I'll see you on Monday.

I didn't realise you were still here.

I was just refreshing my memory
on some of the material for next week.

All right. Well, I'm just
locking up for the night.

I'll only be another hour.

I can make sure
everything's locked before I go.

Are you...

Are you sleeping here?

I stayed here last night,
but that was the only time, I swear.

I was late on my last rent cheque.

I came home and all of my things
were on the sidewalk.

People were walking by, picking through
them like it was some kind of yard sale.

Surely they can't evict you
because of one late cheque.

It wasn't just the one.

I was going to stay here for a few nights,
until I found somewhere else to go.

I'm sorry.

I hope you know how much
I've loved being here.

Where are you going?

Aren't I kicked out of the programme?

Of course not. You're my top student.

No. I can't.

It's not a lot.
But it will get you through next week.

Hopefully, by then,
you can find another arrangement.

- I can't take your money, Dr Masters.
- I insist.

Thank you.

- Bill.
- How are you feeling?

Better. Much better.

A headache, still. But other than that...

I hope I didn't miss too much at work.

No.

- Nothing too significant.
- Good.

Chicken noodle soup.

From Katzen's.

Libby swears by it.
Whenever the kids get a cold...

You're bringing me soup.

How very unlike you.

Is it?

Thank you.

You know, I should probably get to bed.
I'm just exhausted.

Of course.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Who was that?

Betty.

She brought me soup.