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Did you know you sleep
with your mouth open?

You don't sleep here.

Get dressed.

I saw them last night
leaving the hotel room.

How could I not have known

that they were sleeping
together the entire time?

I've shared... nearly everything with you.

You should share with me.

Lillian, I'm not that interesting.

Dr. Masters, I don't have lice.

I swear I don't.

If you don't sit down, Coral,

you'll have to leave,

and you will not be welcome back.

You knew you couldn't have kids.

Why didn't you just tell me?

Because you never would have married me

if you knew the truth.

Tatti Greathouse just called.

She said that you were fired.

There's not gonna be a
single hospital in the midwest

that's gonna let you so much
as step through their doors!

Why do I have to hear everything

about my husband third hand?!

You j... you just have
to trust me right now.

And I feel comfortable
in speaking for my partner

when I say how pleased we both are

to be bringing our work here together.

You think he's dreaming?

I read once that dogs dream of
running in great open spaces.

How would they test for
that, in animals or babies?

Are you sure it's okay
that we stopped by this way?

Of course it's okay.

I mean, you know how it is.

I was just driving around
trying to get him to sleep,

and then suddenly, there we
were outside your front door.

Well, it's good to see you.

He has much more hair than last time.

You haven't seen him in a while.

And I'm sorry for that, Libby.

- I've been so...
- You've been busy.

No, I understand.

Wish Bill were the type
to show off baby pictures.

I did put one in his wallet, just in case.

Well, I haven't seen much of Bill, either.

That's gonna change now, isn't it?

I have to admit, Gin, I was...

shocked by the news.

Just completely caught off guard.

Do they know at Maternity?

Um...

About what you two are doing?

You haven't given Dr. DePaul notice?

Uh, not yet.

I don't blame you waiting
to see if this one sticks.

The third hospital in as many months.

I understand why it's enticing to him

to have the study readily accepted

after the resistance at Memorial.

A... and don't take this the wrong way

because baby John was born there
and I received excellent care...

excellent.

But Bill Masters going
to work at Buell Green?

I cannot understand it. Can you?

It's... quite a surprise.

I mean, he's not just
rolling downhill, Gini.

He is picking up speed

from being the chief of
obstetrics in Maternity

to taking a staff position at Memorial

to walking out the door and
heading to the negro hospital?

I don't know what to say, Libby.

Where does he go from here?

The... the resident doctor
at the state penitentiary?

Have you eaten?

I'm not hungry.

Your way of saying,

"let's skip dinner and
move straight to dessert"?

Look again. It's not what you think.

It's the key to your new
office at Buell Green.

It's not the obvious choice, I admit,

but they're a fine
hospital, open to new things.

They fully endorse the study
and my bringing you aboard.

It seems like a decision

you could have discussed with me first.

Well, maybe, but timing
aside, this is fabulous news!

It calls for a toast.

Uh...

We can finally get back to work.

And you can stop selling
those ridiculous diet pills.

I'm sorry, Bill, but

how exactly did you see me
coming aboard at Buell Green?

- I don't know what you mean.
- I mean, as what?

What is my official title,

my responsibilities, my salary?

Well, we can work all that out, of course.

When?

'Cause I would like to know those things

before I decide to upend my life.

I want to be very clear
on what you're offering me.

How about an opportunity

to finish what we started?

How about the study?

I would just like the specifics spelled out

ahead of time...

In writing.

I see.

Because I've proven
myself so untrustworthy.

Because I have two children I'm supporting.

And if you end up leaving this hospital,

like you left the last one
and the one before that,

what guarantee do I have

that they will keep me on without you?

I don't have the luxury
of jumping ship on a whim.

I don't even have the luxury

of not selling those ridiculous diet pills.

I don't understand this.

You shouldn't assume that
I'll just come running

whenever you call, Bill.

I do have other opportunities.

And they are? I'd like to know.

What opportunities do you have,

outside of diet pills?

A job with Lillian.

She's doing very important work, too...

work that I am very much a part of.

I'm sure that she would make
it worth my while to stay.

I don't think you want to
play that hand, Virginia.

It's not a hand.

Because I don't think Lillian regards you

quite as highly as you think.

Why would you say that?

She knows about us.

About the work we're doing...

upstairs.

Gene, your side of the
bed is gonna turn to stone

if you don't start sleeping in it again.

Come on. Smile.

Gene, honey, I want you to take my hand,

come upstairs with me.

We can gargle.

- Oh, Christ. Come on, Betty. Betty.
- We can get comfortable.

I don't even know which way's up right now.

That way.

What are you getting at
with, "come upstairs with me"?

That you love me? Huh?

You sing a song for me, try to seduce me,

even though your voice
sounds like migrating geese.

First of all, I was Miss Melba Snyder

in my high-school production of "Pal Joey"

before they booted me out entirely.

And second of all, you
know who you married.

Yes, I got the message.

You're sore at me 'cause I can't have kids.

No, I'm sore at you because
you lied to me about it.

So yell at me.

Slam some doors.

Or come up with some other idea,

like we adopt or something,

instead of freezing me out!

You want to adopt?

Do you?

No.

N... not if it's...

another sing-along or

- another invitation up to bed.
- Gene.

- No.
- Honey.

I want us to be happy.

I want you to be happy.

And if that means bringing in kids

that aren't ours but will become ours...

Once we love them.

Once we love them.

Then, yeah.

I could do that.

I got to think about that.

Yeah?

Okay.

Okay.

I'm hoping you'll find the office

suits your needs, Dr. Masters.

It's, uh...

It'll be fine.

And the dedicated exam room I'd requested.

Next door.

Although I confess, Bill,

I ruffled a few feathers
to get that one done.

Space around here is at a premium.

Well, I'm sure once your staff

sees the volume of the
patients and study subjects

coming in and out of my new exam room,

they'll understand why it's a necessity.

I'm counting on that being the case.

Uh, another thing while
I have you here, Charles.

Um... my associate,

Mrs. Johnson.

Mm-hmm?

She's gonna require...

an employment contract.

We don't offer contracts

to any member of our support staff.

Their... their guarantee is week to week.

I would appreciate you making
an exception to your policy,

seeing as she is essential to my work.

Am I intruding?

No. No. Come in, Cyril.

I wanted to introduce myself, Dr. Masters.

Cyril Franklin.

Bill Masters.

A pleasure.

Gynecology.

Yes.

We'll be sharing a waiting room.

I've followed your work in
fertility with great interest.

I'm looking forward

to bringing the staff along in that area.

Until then, if you need to
refer patients, of course,

I'll do whatever I can to accommodate.

That's...

Thank you.

Anything I can do to help.

And are your offices also
the size of a rabbit hutch,

Dr. Franklin?

My offices were next door,

in what is now the dedicated exam room.

My new offices... they're
more suited to mice.

Aren't you going to... ?

Dr. DePaul's office.

I see.

Well, thank you.

The man down in Mimeo

says he has a 10-minute
window between jobs,

if you can get him those...

those...

What would it matter what I
did outside of this office,

as long as I'm good at my job here?

I think it would matter
very much to Libby Masters.

Bill and I are not having an affair.

You know, Virginia,

I don't think piling lies on
top of other lies is really...

Our participation in the study

has been unorthodox.

- I'll admit that.
- Is that how Bill's pitching it...

that you're subjects in his study?

Our study.

We are tracking the
same physiological data,

as we would with any of
the other participants.

So let me understand...

it's okay because you're taking notes?

Whatever it is or is not...

I have never let it interfere with my job,

and yet you gave away your study.

Why?

To punish me?

For what? For something
that I may have done

that doesn't in any way
reflect the quality of my work.

You were smart enough to do it another way.

It has nothing to do with intelligence.

And you were capable enough

to have waited for a job that you earned,

based on your own ability.

I have two children I'm supporting!

I don't have the luxury of waiting!

Don't you understand what
you've done makes it harder

for every woman who comes after you?

Easier for every man who has
designs on that same woman?

You have to have a lot of money

to wait for the perfect
job opportunity, Lillian.

You have to come from a good family,

have parents willing to pay
your way through medical school.

If you're intimating that I had it easy...

Not easy. Easier.

You had it easier.

And you are in no position to judge me.

Nor you me.

You think I'd throw away
my work just to spite you?

'Cause I didn't approve of the way

you conducted your personal life?

Isn't that what you've done?

You're the girl upset that
she wasn't asked to the dance

by the boy she didn't want
to go with in the first place.

What does that even mean?

That you're upset I handed off my work

to someone who could secure its future.

As if you ever truly
wanted the responsibility.

Why would I ever entrust my
life's work to you, Virginia,

when, admit it,

you were always going to leave me

and follow Bill?

I'm going down to Mimeo

to drop off these reports.

Try not to perpetuate the sick belief

that women need to open
their legs to get a leg up!

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, that is so...

You're so unlucky. Did it hurt?

Does he see me?

I... is it a she?

Uh, no, don't go! We are listening.

We are. We...

Ohh...

Raspberries. We lost him.

It happens.

You have to be very quiet.

It's... it's not that
they're shy or anything.

It has to do with energy channels.

Mm.

Hey.

My God.

Betts,

your friend Helen just told me we
have a ghost in our living room.

Oh, really? How... how do we get rid of it?

Oh, no, you mustn't.

He's such a sweet old
man. His name is Paul.

Or, um, Saul.

It's Paul.

He lived until he was 93

and then choked on a chicken bone.

You never told me that you
had a friend that could...

that had a, uh... what did you call it?

Oh, precognitions.

Um, just this morning,
I was buttering my toast,

thinking of nothing in particular,

and all of a sudden, it came to me.

"Hunt down Betty Dimello."

Moretti.

Uh, it's... Betty Moretti now.

Yeah.

So, uh, you guys are friends from, uh... ?

- Acquaintances, really.
- Oh, we go way back.

Mm-hmm. Same gal does
our hair at Carise's.

Now, Betty, Gene seems very open.

We can tell him the truth, huh?

Several years ago, Betty
saw my sign in the window.

It's a... oh, a palm,
naturally, outlined in neon.

Okay.

And she came in and wanted
to have her palm read.

Well, it turns out she
has a very long love line.

Is that right?

Oh, yes. Look.

Uh... here it is. See? There.

It means true love.

A long love, meant to last the ages.

Well, that would be us, right?

How we... how we met.

And look at that...

it was there on your hand the whole time.

Yeah, I have somebody that
I think would love you.

You know who would love Helen?

- I can't imagine.
- Al.

My friend Al. I've known
him since 6th grade.

He's a bit of a goof,

but he's got a heart of gold,

and I really think Al would love Helen.

You know what, I'm gonna make a reservation

for the four of us at, uh, Kemoll's.

- Oh, Gene, don't be cuckoo.
- No, no, this is my precondition.

Mm-hmm. Precognition.

Unless, of course, you
have a special someone?

Oh, no, I was recently jilted.

Al too! That's good.

So you both are in need of good
fortune in the love department.

Uh, Al... his girlfriend just dumped him,

but, uh, she got the
shingles, blamed it on Al,

but she's a little, you know, oo-ee-oo.

Uh, Gene, honey,

I... I don't think Helen

wants to go on a double
date with us and Al.

I would love to.

What does a girl wear to Kemoll's?

No matter how long you stare,

it's not going to unpack itself.

Uh, human resources drew up a contract

specifying the details of your employment,

if you'd like to peruse.

Your office is...

It's in there.

Next door, there's a dedicated exam room

with a viewing area...

... which raises the question

of where we'll be resuming our sessions...

here or

at the hotel. I'm amenable to either.

I was wondering if
there was a third option.

Oh? Which would be?

To stop.

We've been at this a while now.

At some point, haven't we
exhausted the possibilities?

Of sexual research?

That's like saying one's
done mapping the Milky Way.

Huh. Yes.

Maybe if we... maybe if we took some time

to reassess our objectives.

And what objectives,
exactly, are you referring to?

The scope of our involvement... the terms.

Oh, we're back to terms now.

I suppose I'm wondering

if our personal participation

is a condition of my employment here.

No.

Then maybe it's better if we...

What I meant was yes.

Yes, it is...

part of the job.

Hotel, then.

Aren't you gonna take off your clothes?

No.

Because?

I don't want to.

So... what... what are we... ?

I want you to strip.

No. Stand.

Now you're going to touch yourself.

Begin.

You closed your eyes.

Is that standard behavior for you?

I believe it is.

Is that to facilitate fantasy?

It's an automatic reflex, not a...

not a conscious process.

But, uh...

Yes, I suppose so.

And what are you thinking about?

You.

You can stop touching yourself.

But I haven't... yet...

Stop.

Come here.

Take them off.

Excuse me.

I got X-ray solution that
needs to get to radiology.

Any idea where radiology is?

No idea at all.

I'm sorry. I'm new here.

Excuse me.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I put up some fliers for
the study on my way in.

Good.

As for today's business,
you have the patient list?

I intend to call this morning,

starting with the A's.

Uh, to inform them of the new location

and start scheduling
appointments as early as...

Today's fine.

Our doors are open.

I'm not sure I understand.

I came to talk to you about Coral, ma'am.

Coral? I... is she not coming today?

Oh, no, no, I put her on the bus.

I just came on ahead myself.

I was hoping to have a word with you.

Has something happened to Coral?

Well, you know, she told
me something recently

that, uh... that I just
can't seem to shake.

You know, every night, I
ask her how her day was,

and normally, she just says, "fine,"

you know, "good."

And she... she loves that baby John.

Thinks that little one walks on water.

Then the other night, she told me that, uh,

someone had forced her head

under a faucet and... and scrubbed at it.

Uh, I had to wash her hair.

My infant son had lice.

That... that must have
been upsetting for you.

It was.

And upsetting for Coral.

So that's it, really.

I'm gonna keep asking
Coral how her day was,

and she gonna keep telling me.

And hopefully, she'll just
say, "fine" and "good."

And whatever that problem was...

well, it won't happen again.

And she don't know I stopped by.

So you can go on and keep that between us.

Thank you for your time, ma'am.

The lines on your palm don't change,

if you're looking for a reading.

That was some stunt, Helen.

So what is it you want? Money?

'Cause I already gave you plenty of money.

Yes, I seem to remember
you throwing $100 bills

out the window of your new
Cadillac as you drove away.

That is unfair. I
couldn't sleep for months.

- I still can't.
- Well, that makes two of us.

You broke my heart.

We agreed me marrying
Gene was the best thing.

You agreed.

No, we agreed.

There is no future here.

Years and years of going
out together as what?

What?

Two spinster friends
who are living together,

pretending we're sisters

or going to some bar where
some butch won't serve us

'cause we're not wearing
ducktails and gabardines?

It's pathetic, Helen.

We both like dresses,

so we're just gonna have to buck up and...

and do the right thing.

The right th... the right thing for you.

You're a cynical woman, Mrs. Moretti.

What I am

is a woman who has fucked men for money...

hundreds of them.

And I have seen things
and I have done things,

and I am not apologizing for this

'cause I got gold faucets now,

a hat for every day of the week,

and I can eat beef bourgignon
for lunch if I want.

You still got to sleep with him and not me.

Well, nothing comes free.

Well, then, maybe it will
work out for me, too, with Al.

You are not going out with Al.

You are canceling that date.

- I am not canceling.
- Stop screwing around, Helen.

I'm following your lead.

You are not coming back into my life

after the hell it took getting you out.

Fuck you, Betty.

You got to grab the brass ring.

Well, now it's my turn.

Our process hasn't changed

since you had your
daughter, Mrs. Tillingsworth.

We'll schedule regular capping sessions.

And will... will the procedure
last as long as before?

All those hours lying still?

Some women trying for a second child

actually look forward to it.

They say it's the only rest they get.

What if I go home
immediately after the capping

and do my bed rest there?

You had such a good outcome
the first time around.

Why would you want to tamper with success?

Earl got me a new car.

And I... I don't feel comfortable
leaving it parked on the street,

not for hours on end.

Not in this neighborhood.

I park downstairs without
giving it a thought.

My car is an Eldorado.

Mrs. Johnson's car is also a...

Ford.

But it is a very lovely
shade of capri blue.

Y... you don't expect
to be here permanently.

Do you, Doctor?

Buell Green is a fine
hospital, Mrs. Tillingsworth.

Do you imagine I would be here otherwise?

That I would be satisfied
offering my patients

anything less than the
care they've come to expect?

No.

Of course not.

My car has leather seats.

You also have a healthy,
beautiful baby girl...

who deserves a sibling.

Now, which one of those two problems

would you like to focus on?

Your young man paid me a visit today.

I... I'm sorry, ma'am. Robert?

Coral, I'm older than you,

and I know a thing or two about the world.

And... well... why don't
you sit down a moment?

Now...

I know you have no mother to guide you,

so I'm just gonna tell you this directly.

I'm worried about you being with this boy.

He came here to...

well, essentially, to threaten me.

Now, I'm not gonna call the police.

I'm... I'm not even sure
I'm gonna tell Dr. Masters.

But I will tell you.

I think Robert is very angry.

He's trying to hide it,
but it's very obvious to me.

I could feel it.

So, under the circumstances,

I think it's best if you put some distance

between you and Robert.

Just ease him out gently.

Perhaps start seeing a little less of him.

We live together.

And...

I should leave him.

I certainly should.

Like you say,

he is a rough customer... Robert.

And he does have a temper.

That's no doubt.

And sometimes we fight.

But then...

when it's late,

and it's just the two of us...

alone in our bed, well...

all the bad stuff just goes away.

And he's... he's real soft...

with his hands and his lips.

The way he touches me...

his breath in my ear.

Ooh.

Well... I'm sure you can understand

how hard that is to leave,

you being a woman of the world.

But I will think about what you said.

And once I'm finished
making Dr. Masters' bed,

should I make yours, too?

We've gone through the
first run of fliers already?

The first ones have all been taken.

Unfortunately, to the dump.

Just south of the city.

A man watched me as I put one up.

I could tell that he didn't approve,

and, apparently, he took
matters into his own hands...

To save the world from our immoral ways.

What man? I'll talk to Hendricks.

He guaranteed me that the study
wouldn't be interfered with.

A delivery man.

And he had this scowl on his face...

very much like the scowl we've
seen on some of our patients

since we've landed here.

I honestly think that it's
going to take some effort

to get willing subjects
back into the study.

Well, we may lose some of our regulars

'cause they don't want to make
the drive to this neighborhood.

Which means...

most of our study will be
made up of negro subjects.

As one would expect at a negro hospital.

Which begs the question...

if our study subjects
are primarily colored,

do we include their data
in with everybody else's?

As opposed to what?

Separating our subjects by race?

We've never included negro subjects before.

We've never excluded them, either.

They simply had no exposure
to our recruitment efforts

at a white hospital.

But now that we're here...

I'm just asking if there's any value

in separating them out, from
a research point of view.

And looking at them
apart from Caucasian data.

You do realize they
have the same physiology,

don't you?

The difference is merely
melanin... skin pigment.

Would you make the argument
that our brown-eyed subjects

are sexually distinct
from our blue-eyed ones?

No, but in this case,

people think there's a difference,

sexually speaking.

True or not,

I'm simply wondering if
it's worth our consideration.

Dr. Masters' office.

Yes, Mrs. Kenworthy.

Oh, that's fine. We can...

All right.

Thank you.

Mrs. Kenworthy just
canceled her appointment.

When does she want to reschedule?

She doesn't.

Some people use sex as a way to make up.

Have you found that to be true?

Uh, I'm... I'm not sure
I have, uh, found it.

Don't you think there's
something healthy about that?

Healthy? In the sense of... ?

Well, a good way for a couple

to iron out their differences.

I mean, it's not something that we do,

but maybe we should.

I'm not angry with you.

Well, you know what they say...

love and hate are two
sides of the same coin.

Have you been talking to someone?

What is that supposed to mean?

That I just stay at home
and live this sheltered life?

I know about the world.

I see things and I hear things.

So, are you angry with me?

Yes. I am.

A little.

And in the interest of marital health,

I think we should patch things up.

What's the matter? Should I... slow down?

It happened already.

I was just very quiet. The baby.

Yeah.

I called a taxi.

I assumed you weren't coming.

Because I'm the type of person

who skips out on a cancer patient.

Get in.

From now on,

please don't worry about this room.

I'll take care of it.

Yes, ma'am.

Betty, I'm...

Betty!

What?!

What are... ?

For cripessake, what are you doing?

Vacuuming.

Vacuuming.

All the time I've known you,

I've never even seen you in
the same room with a vacuum,

let alone pushing one around.

I have, too, vacuumed.

That vacuum has two inches of dust on it.

That's how much vacuuming you've done.

Well, I'm burning off,
you know... ohh... anxiety

'cause of what I didn't
tell you about Helen.

Uh-huh.

The truth is she's, uh... ooh.

She's not so good at bathin'.

Ah.

Sponge bath every couple weeks, maybe,

and, uh, come summer,
she's like French cheese.

Well, you know what, I
didn't notice anything.

Well, well, Al will notice.

You know how vain he is about his women.

A... a... and you know the story

of, uh, Napoleon and Josephine.

The more she stank, the more he loved her.

Let's just let Al and Helen work it out.

Well, i... it's just... it's like...

it's like the smell reflects
what's, you know, inside.

Like, she's rotten...

as a person.

I thought she was a friend of yours.

What does that word even mean anymore?

Plus, I got a conscience, Gene.

And I can't sit by and watch
Helen get her hooks into Al.

Hooks? Helen?

Oh, oh, hooves. Hooves, more like it,

because she also has a gambling problem.

Spends 90% of her time at the track.

Okay, what...

Every vendor at the
track knows her by name...

"Hel" this, "Hel" that.

I mean, the "hell" part's right,

which accounts for her constant scheming...

always trying to find the
next pair of deep pockets

to pay for her, you know...

her sickness.

Betty, Al loves the track.

Al has deep pockets.

Sounds like a match made in heaven.

It's a high compliment

when patients of mine
refer their daughters.

Although my mother actually
saw you at Memorial.

The quality of care

will be no different here at Buell Green.

And Mrs. Johnson will start, uh,
by taking a fertility history.

It won't take long.

Then we'll... do a brief,
uh, physical work-up.

We'll draw some blood.

We can do that before or
after the physical exam.

Whichever is...

Jessie, stop it!

Say you're sorry!

Could you excuse us a moment?

Say you're sorry!

Get the hell off!

Apologize right now!

Apologize to her! Tell her you're sorry!

- Get your hands off him!
- Mr. McCaffrey! Please!

Mr. McCaffrey, let him go!

He leaned over to get
something out of her purse.

Virginia, call the security guard!

Now, Mr. McCaffrey, let him go now!

Not before he apologizes to my wife!

For what?! Being in
the same room with her?!

For sitting in a chair?!

You son of a bitch!

Gentlemen, that is enough!

Maybe you need some reminding

whose neighborhood you wandered into.

Oh, you can have this barnyard, nigger.

Gentlemen!

As soon as I walked into the waiting room,

I remembered him.

Back in Maternity,

he was the husband who wanted
to be in the delivery room

with his wife.

The same husband who held
her hand and... and wept

when we handed him his firstborn.

And then today at Buell Green...

he was like a... a neanderthal.

There must be something in the air because

I, too, uh, had a similar
experience recently.

What do you mean?

Uh...

A large colored man banged
on our front door and told me,

in no uncertain terms,

that he didn't like how
I was treating Coral.

- A large colored...
- Coral's boyfriend...

- as it turns out.
- What, he was coming here to see her?

No, uh, us. Me.

You know what, if he doesn't
like Coral working for a living,

he should take it up
with her, don't you think?

Not come here and make threats.

What? Threats?

What did he say exactly?

It's... it's more how he said it.

It's even possible that
Coral's lying about us.

First of all, I didn't force
her head under the faucet.

S... so, what did you do?

I washed her hair

because she refused to do it herself.

I told you, the lice
were not coming from her.

You said it was unlikely, Bill,

and, frankly, you don't know everything.

But did you...

force her head?

No, I didn't force anything!

That is not what happened.

Why are you taking her
side in this, and his?

Why don't you ever take my side?

I'm standing up for you.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Libby...

You need to apologize.

If someone had done that to you,

I wouldn't just stand on
their doorstep in your defense.

Their face would look like
mine. I'd make damn sure of it.

I... I think you got off
lightly with that young man.

The casing we use is made
out of bone and tendon.

Some people use wood pulp,
but not us. Not a chance.

I always thought wood pulp
was the industry standard.

Like a house on fire, these two.

Mm. Can I have a little more wine, please?

You know, it's... it's a family business,

but funnily enough, it's not my family.

I... I bought it.

I love how passionate
you are about pepperoni.

I also like dessert,

and you smell just like
my mom's vanilla pudding.

Well, I heard you're
a low-down Yankee liar.

Oh, that's good. That's a good one.

Jimmy Stewart.

- No.
- Gary Cooper.

- No, Alan Ladd.
- Bingo.

- In "Shane."
- Of course!

The scent is Cingerie.

It's my mother's. She always wore it.

Now I wear it. A little bit on the wrists.

A little bit behind the ears,

and a couple of drops in the bathtub.

In the bathtub.

If we can leave Alan Ladd out of it,

how about I just put you in my pocket?

I would like that, though
I bet I wouldn't fit.

Oh, now, Helen. Helen. No betting, now.

No, listen.

With me, it's not even gambling

'cause I've worked out
a very scientific system,

and I'd be happy to show it to you.

Maybe help you minimize
your losses a little.

Did Betty tell you my secret?

- Betty!
- Yes,

but I don't judge.

Not for a minute.

Well, I suppose

I've spent a little too
much time on the riverboats.

Yeah, well...

Plus your afternoons at the track.

Yes, there's the horses, as well.

Well, who doesn't, right?

Right?

Did Betty ever tell you about the time

I heard there was a horse

running in the Kentucky
derby named Beautiful Betty?

Ah.

The odds were 13 to 1 against.

I spent my last two bucks on that horse.

Gave the ticket to Betty.

She was...

feeling blue about
something, and I told her,

"whenever you feel like
the world is against you,

you... you look at that ticket

and know that no matter what the odds are,

someone's bettin' on ya."

Ha.

Isn't that nice?

Yeah.

Did the horse win?

Ah, this story ends in tragedy.

The horse broke a leg.

See, I can't hear that.

I... it is true.

Wow.

- They had to shoot her.
- Wow.

It does happen.

Hmm. I'll say.

I... I... I... I guess
you know how to pick 'em.

I'm sorry. I'm...

This is... this is where my
system would come in handy.

Um, I need to powder.

Ohh, that's rich.

You can't do that.

I just did.

After the dust-up yesterday,

I thought it would be best

if we kept our patients
away from each other,

unless you're going for
stitches next time, Doctor.

I don't think this is the right solution.

Good morning. Obstetrics.

Uh, Mrs. Johnson,

it seems someone's
trying to track you down.

Hello?

Lillian, what happened?

They must have told you on the phone.

They didn't. They just said
some kind of an accident.

Apparently, some 10-year-old

wandered into the ladies' room

and found me passed out on the floor.

- Was it a seizure?
- How would I know?

One minute, I'm trying to thread the ribbon

through my typewriter,

and the next, I'm flat on the bathroom tile

with this child screaming over me.

She thought I was dead.

They would only release
me to a responsible party.

I didn't know who else to call.

Lillian, let's get you inside.

No, just...

Can we sit?

Okay.

I'm never going back to that hospital.

As a patient, maybe, but

never again as a doctor. I'm done there.

They said that?

I don't want to wait for them to tell me.

It would be irresponsible to stay on.

Something different every day.

Garbled word, forgotten diagnosis,

10 minutes I can't account for.

You have good stretches.

You were very articulate the other day

when you were expressing your
extreme disappointment in me.

Was I?

Did I apologize?

Good.

I am scared, though, for what's ahead.

Which means I can't...

really afford to be
upset with you now, can I?

I'd like to speak to you.

Yes, ma'am.

I understand that when you
came to my door the other day,

you did it out of concern for Coral

and not necessarily as a threat to me.

So I thought about it, and, yes,

I may have overreacted
when I washed Coral's hair.

I just had a baby,

and when you have a baby,

even minor incidents can
feel blown out of proportion.

It's in all the books.

My point is I shouldn't
have done that to Coral,

and I'm sorry.

Common courtesy dictates
that the proper response

to an apology is to get out
of the car and accept it.

I think the person

you ought to be apologizing to is Coral.

Coral is a different matter.

Coral deliberately disobeyed me.

Pay attention now, Coral,

'cause this here is a good lesson

of white people's inability

to take responsibility for they actions

- and do the right thing.
- Did you say "white people"?

Get in the car, Coral.

We're leaving.

You should know my husband
works in the negro hospital!

See Dr. McAlpin down in ophthalmology.

He's the best in the city

and can make sure there's
been no damage to your vision.

Well, clearly, my...

Vision was impaired to begin
with not to see this coming.

I fear I may have misjudged

how my patients would
handle the transition to a...

new hospital.

We were as surprised as you

by the fight in the waiting room.

The truth is

our patients are reluctant
to make appointments.

Some of them have, uh,

had issues with the neighborhood.

Others had misgivings
about the mix of patients.

It seems inevitable that we're...

- we're gonna lose a few.
- Inevitable?

You're just resigned to that?

Oh, it doesn't mean they
won't return in time,

but it may take them
becoming unhappy with the care

that someone else provides
for them to come back to me.

And you're prepared to wait it out?

In the meantime,

we can serve the patients already here,

and we have the study to focus on.

As long as we can keep your delivery men

away from our fliers.

I have to say I'm... I'm disappointed.

Well, I'm not sure what the alternative is.

You ever watch how people
get into a cold lake?

They're the ones that go
very slowly... inch by inch.

They even rise up on their
tiptoes to stave off the cold.

And then there are the
ones that take the plunge,

get it over with,

trust that they'll adjust to the
cold once it's enveloped them.

If I had time to slowly
change people's minds

about segregation,

I would have brought in some young,

unassuming white resident,

let the patients slowly get used to him,

and then I would have hired
another one and another one.

But there's too much I want
to accomplish at this hospital

to take my time doing it,
which is why I hired you...

you with your dedicated exam room,

with your essential assistant,

your sex study.

You were the cold lake,

and I jumped in with both feet.

And I thank you for that.

I knew exactly what I was getting...

a man who showed a roomful of doctors

what the inside of a
woman climaxing looked like

and had his hat handed
to him because of it.

You didn't just ease
people out of ignorance.

You exposed them to the truth.

You said, "this is going
to be uncomfortable,

but it's important,

and it's going to open your eyes forever."

You and I... we don't look the same,

but we are the same.

We are not men who wait.

You need to make a case for yourself.

You need to call every
patient you ever had and say,

"this is where you need to
be with me, at this hospital."

That's how you move your practice forward.

That's how I move this hospital forward.

That's how we move history forward.

I'm afraid history may
be outside my purview.

You know that's not true.

You wouldn't be doing this study
of yours if that were the case.

Last year,

Martin Luther King Jr. stood less
than a mile from here and said,

"St. Louis is a city that's moving forward,

embracing its future,
not standing in its way."

This hospital will be integrated.

Now,

are you willing to help me do that?

We each choose our own battles, Charles.

Wooing patients is

- it's not my gift.
- Come on, Bill.

It's really more like Virginia's.

Well, then, Mrs. Johnson,

you've got your work cut out for you.

I suppose I do.

Did you say that just to appease him?

About you?

No, I said it because it's true.

There are things that...

you are...

better at than I.

Just as there are things
that I'm better at, of course.

Of course.

At this rate, I expect to see you

in the front row at Dr. King's next rally.

Be serious, Virginia. That's not my fight.

But if, in helping ourselves,
we can also help Dr. Hendricks,

well, I see nothing wrong with that.

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