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VIRGINIA: Previously on
Masters of Sex...

I think you've released
this material to piggyback

on the so-called
Sexual Revolution...

Mr. Buckland.
We are the Sexual Revolution.

I've thought
a lot about my marriage,

I don't need Bill
to be all things.

As long as my home
and my family stays intact.

Your home is safe.

We do understand
each other, Gin.

Hugh Hefner
sent us champagne?

I still don't understand why he
wants to invest in our research.

It's not just Hef.

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

When we began discussing
a potential investor,

Mrs. Johnson and I immediately
agreed you were the right man

for the job.

And you're here for
the surrogacy program?

I'm not squeamish about sex
if that's what you think.

Is there any particular reason
you're insisting he stay here?

I've found something in his work
that adds value to our work.

I want this. It was a mistake.
I made a mistake.

But surely you want to
make things right with me.

Thank you.

I won't forget this.

The charges are pandering
and promoting prostitution.

One of your surrogates
came forward to cooperate.

All of our surrogates
are unpaid volunteers.

How could that possibly
be considered prostitution?

SAM: Unfortunately, that's now
up to a court to decide.

I've been having an affair.

With Virginia.

I have known this for years.

Libby, we can't do this anymore.
This has to be over.

I will not bail you out.

You cannot come home.

Honey, is this
what you want?

I do.

DR. MASTERS:
Virginia, I love you.

I always have.

I also believe
that you love me, too.

VIRGINIA: I'm leaving.

DAN LOGAN: Are you afraid
he's coming?

Or are you afraid he's not?

Let's go.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

I know,
I hear your concern.

I hear your concern because
you're yelling it to me.

Okay.

I... I will tell him
you called...

I will also tell her you called...
Hold on, one moment.

I'm sorry, Ma'am, but we made this
appointment three months ago.

Four months ago.

I don't understand.
Parents get sick,

and Dr. Masters' father
is ill with, uh,

you know, gout.

As a board member
of this clinic,

and not to mention, a close,
personal friend of Libby Masters...

If you could just...

Because they are both
in a board meeting...

I told you, I don't know when
they'll be back from vacation.

But it's important
court business, Ma'am.

(SIGHS)

Then write it down,
"You've been served."

I'm sorry, not at the moment,
they are in an emergency session...

A leave of absence,
that's right...

Uh-huh.
In with a patient now...

So busy with that
book signing...

Stuck in traffic...
We'll call you back.

Away at a medical
conference.

A guest lecture
at Dalhousie University.

It's in Nova Scotia.

(PHONE RINGING)

I'm going to all the owners
in the building,

which ones would they
like best?

Chocolate mint
or shortbread?

The owners of this place?

(SIGHS) I gotta be
honest with you, kid.

I have no idea
where they are.

(CROWD CHANTING IN PROTEST)

ALL: No more bras!
No more bras!

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

WOMAN ON TV:
This beauty pageant is a symbol

of what this society does
to enslave women.

We reject these instruments
of female torture.

These accoutrements
of enforced femininity.

These instruments
of male oppression.

There can be no liberation
for women

no matter
how highly educated

as long as we are required
to cram our breasts into bras.

This hideous symbol
of patriarchal oppression.

WOMEN: (CHANTING)
We won't go back!

Enough is enough,
we won't go back!

Enough is enough,
we won't go back!

Enough is enough,
we won't go back!

(SNIFFLES)

(SIGHS)

Bunch of lesbians.
(CHUCKLES)

Am I right?

They're lesbians.
Hmm?

Oh, you don't care the world's
going to hell in a hand basket?

Hmm...

I'm more concerned
for the bras.

(EXHALES)
Being a bra salesman.

(LAUGHS)

Well, hell.
Tough time for that gig.

Guess I'm buying
the next round.

Two more.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

You wear out
that new hubby of yours?

'Cause the last few days...
(CHUCKLES)

I know. He'll be back,
he just had a work situation.

I will admit, though,
that heart-shaped bathtub,

it's been a bit less fun.

What kind of work
could possibly drag a guy

from such a pretty new wife?

(CLEARS THROAT) He runs
the Miss America Pageant.

No, really?
Mmm-hmm.

The big shots in Vegas
have been trying

to steal that pageant
from Atlantic City for years.

Oh, I know.

Because I was Miss Missouri,

back in the day,
of course.

Atlantic City, that's where
Dan and I first met.

He's just now
popping the question?

No, no, he tried back then.

But things got complicated, as they do.
Mmm.

He married Miss Utah.

And I went on
to medical school.

Brains and beauty?
I'll be damned.

When I get off here tonight,

drinks for the good doctor
are on me.

(STUTTERS) But why not
stay a pilot?

Because I almost died.

I was flying over
Lake Placid one day,

and my co-pilot dared me to
walk out on the wing and jump.

So I did.

Oh, come on, man, now you're
bull-shitting me here.

No, this is true.

I jumped, pulled the cord,

and the parachute
got all tangled,

and there I was
in free-fall.

You ever been
in free-fall, Donald?

No.

Well, at first,
it's pure panic.

Your breath stops.

Your heart is pounding,
like it might explode.

You fight it,

but that only
makes it worse,

until you realize,
you cannot fix this.

So,

you just give up.

And that means death.

But with death,
there comes a certain...

Peace.

♪ Stand by your man

♪ And show the world
you love him

♪ Keep giving all the love
you can

(CHUCKLES)

♪ Stand by your man ♪

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

Damn, it's late.

I need to go.
Go where?

We're in Las Vegas, baby.

No, Mr. America
is coming back tonight,

I shouldn't be slurring
when he arrives.

But what if I get sick, Doc,
and need special, you know...

What kind of doctor
did you say you were?

Sex expert.
(CHUCKLES)

No, I'm serious.

I'm a sex researcher.

Sex what?

(LAUGHING) There's
no such thing as that.

Oh, yes, there is.

In fact, sex therapy
is the way of the future.

We explored it all.
Experimented.

Made significant
breakthroughs.

Learned every inch
of each other's bodies...

Okay, buddy,
I am now cutting you off...

But being sex experts
is not enough.

Because when you've tried,

and tried, and tried,

and she still
leaves you anyway,

then you must look
at yourself in the mirror

and say the words that you've
been too afraid to say.

"She does not

"love me."

(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)

(HORN HONKING)

(HORN BLARING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SIGHS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

RICK: So, I guess, you and your husband
are one of those swinger couples.

Is that a question?

I'm just wondering.
Look.

I had too much to drink
last night, Ron.

Rick.

And I drank too much
because I miss my husband.

So...

(SCOFFS)

Okay. Well.

I have a year
to send a gift, right?

(CHUCKLES)

You know what
my husband really is, Rick?

He's protection.

From?
You, for starters.

So, why don't you grab your
things and get out of here?

Now.

JUDGE PARKS: You've become quite the
regular here at City Hall, Dr. Masters.

Let's see, we have a recent
investigation

into a relationship
with a minor.

DR. MASTERS: An investigation
that was immediately dropped

when the charges
proved groundless.

We have charges of pandering
and promoting prostitution,

those charges
have not been dropped.

They will be shortly.

I am currently
interviewing attorneys.

Now, you've destroyed
private property

as a result of driving
with a blood alcohol level

of twice the legal limit.

I will pay the damages.

Despite the fact
the other driver hit me.

But you were drunk.

So, I'm taking your license
for three months.

You will also complete
a mandatory AA program.

AA? Look, I can
assure you, I am not...

Ninety meetings
in 90 days

at the Alcoholics Anonymous
chapter of your choosing.

You will also perform some
form of community service.

Come on...
Not of your choosing.

My daughter attends
St Vibiana's Elementary.

You will go and tell those
students the story of St Joseph.

Now that,
thanks to you and your car,

his likeness
is a pile of rubble

and no longer there to greet
and guide them each day.

You're a good man.

You're becoming
our favorite customer.

Are we saving that seat?

Eventually.

But for now,
I think I'll wander off,

find a way
to distract myself.

(SCOFFS)

You can start with Liberace,
in the Augustus Room.

Siegfried and Roy
in the Colosseum.

Then you can duck in on that doctor
teaching people to have sex,

he's just down
the hall in the Acropolis.

Teaching people to what?

I guess, he breaks sex down
into phases?

I haven't caught the show.
Some scientist/sex guru.

Women fake orgasms.

This is true.

And so a man then wonders.

How can I be sure that my
old lady isn't faking?

Well, again,
we turn to science.

Now, we know that a consistent
physical response

in women who have orgasmed
is erect nipples.

So, for you men in the audience,
the answer is simple.

If your girl's nipples are hard,
she came.

If they're not,
she's faking.

I'll take questions
at the end, miss.

"Mrs." And I'd like to clarify this
point now, Dr. Fahy, if I may.

You said
"physical response,"

but the correct term is
"physiological response," is it not?

Sure. If you want
to be technical.

I do, I am also curious where you
conducted this "nipple" study.

Everything I'm discussing either
comes from my column or my book.

Yes. The Method.

But the data
in The Method comes from...

My studies at
the University of Michigan.

And my time spent at the
Masters and Johnson Clinic.

And yet your face draws
a complete blank.

Which is funny,
because I'm usually so good with faces.

Technically.
I knew it.

You're Virginia Johnson.

Your book was right there
in the gift store.

Oh, my God. Will you sign?

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.
DR. MASTERS: Libby...

I know you probably don't want
to talk to me right now...

You're right, I don't.

Excuse me.

WOMAN: I'm gonna grab
my sad sack husband

and get on the next bus
to St Louis.

Because our sex life,
is like Chinese water torture.

(CHUCKLES) Well,
we are very busy, Mrs...

Clarice Penelope
Plantagenet.

Clarice.

With a long waiting list to
see new patients in St Louis.

MAN: You and Doc Masters ought
to franchise your operation.

Give people
all over the country

a chance to benefit
from your good work.

I do have plans
to branch out.

Ah, it isn't just Dr. Fahy who's busy,
with a new book, column...

You're writing
a column now?

I am considering it.

A column would be so super,
like Ann Landers.

Ann Landers started
an empire all on her own,

she found
her own fan base...

I'll say, 90 million fans.

Ninety...

What?
Oh, sure.

More people read Ann Landers

than watch the Nightly News.

So, I'm Trevor.
I'm an alcoholic.

ALL: Hi, Trevor.

I, uh, fucked up
royally last night.

Found myself at a bar,
four shots of Jameson under my belt.

Woke up this morning
feeling like dog shit.

But everybody makes mistakes.

Maybe I make more than
your average bear,

but I'm gonna take
this one-day chip tonight,

and try to do
my best tomorrow.

Thanks for listening.

Thank you, Trevor.

Before we go, if there's anyone else
who has less than 30 days sobriety,

or is in the meeting
for their first time,

please feel free
to identify yourself

and your disease.

I suppose I could sign this.

The requirement of the court
is just that I attend.

And you did attend.

But like all things in life,

you're gonna get out of AA
what you put in.

If you're an alcoholic,
perhaps that's true.

Do you know
what the first step is?

The idea of AA
is organized around...

Steps. Lots and lots
of steps.

Yes, I saw that in your pamphlet,
which I read.

The first step is,
admit you're powerless over alcohol.

But that doesn't apply to...

Admit you're powerless
over alcohol

and that your life
has become unmanageable.

If you're handing me
court papers,

can't we safely say
your life is unmanageable?

Thank you for that.

In the meantime,
I'd appreciate it if you sign the papers.

If you have a problem with that,
I could go to some other meeting.

You will stay in my meeting.

And since you don't
have a license,

I'll drive you here
every day myself.

Oh, you will absolutely not.

I insist on it.

It will remind me of
just how far I've come.

Do you know
what the second step is?

No, I stopped reading
the pamphlet

because I'm not an alcoholic.

So if you're not an alcoholic,
what are you?

Court mandated.

(CHUCKLES) Surely
you're more than that.

Just out of curiosity,
what are you?

Seriously, you are...

What?

(CHUCKLES) Hmm?
It's a simple question.

What are you?
For the love of Christ...

Uh, "Louise."

Why don't we start
with what I'm not?

I'm not a man
with a wife anymore.

I'm also not a man
with a lover.

I don't have
a business partner

or even likely a business by the
time the court's finish with me.

I am not an obstetrician,
I haven't delivered a baby in years.

I'm not a father
of any worth.

I am not a man
with a home, or a car,

or even a clean suit.

So, I really do appreciate
you asking, Louise,

because now we know
what I'm not,

maybe you could check in your
little book of steps there

and tell me what I am.

The second step is giving
yourself over to a higher power.

Well, God and I
are not speaking.

I said, "Higher power."

That simply means
God as you understand him.

I do not understand God.
I'm not a man of faith.

I am a man of science.

I knew you had
to be something.

Listen.

Let's just say,
you jump out of a plane.

Parachute is on your back,

there's no guarantee
that it's going to open.

That right there is faith.

That's not faith.
That's science.

It's what parachutes do.
They open.

Not all the time,
they don't.

All I'm saying is
when you jump out of a plane,

you're putting your life
in something else's hands.

That's the second step.

(MUTTERS)

I can't take steps.

Why can't you understand this?
Not even a single step.

There is no direction
I can turn because...

Because you don't know how.

So show up where you're needed,
Dr. Masters.

That's it.

Show up
and see what happens.

I'll pick you up tomorrow.

You're gonna show up.

VIRGINIA: No,
not too much longer here.

I'm just sorting out
a few things.

Of course, Daddy.
I'm very happy.

So, kiss the girls for me.

Tell them I'll see them
very soon.

Yes. I would like to
put a call through to Chicago.

A Mr. Hugh Hefner.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

VIRGINIA: If you'll remember, it was me
who lobbied for you when we first met.

I was the one that wanted you
as a major investor.

I do remember.

And then you threw in with
some perfume magnate instead.

No, I didn't do that.
That was Bill.

I don't remember you
putting up much of a fight.

I absolutely
did fight for you, Hugh.

Only my enemies
call me Hugh.

Because from
that very first meeting, Hef,

I felt that we were speaking
the same language.

That we saw the sexual
renaissance in this country

as the same opportunity.

A chance to guide,
to educate.

Most people usually see me
as a tits and ass peddler.

Well that's because
people don't know you.

They don't know that you used
to write for Esquire magazine,

that you have a degree
in psychology.

People don't understand
the seriousness

that you bring
to the subject of sex.

My point is...

You and Bill have really
led the charge in this field,

started an intelligent
discussion about sex...

A discussion
that you and I can continue.

What exactly
are you suggesting?

What I'm suggesting is

a monthly column in Playboy
about sex.

Now, not to pat myself
on the back,

but one of my strengths
is understanding people,

intuiting their needs.

The problem is,
there are only so many hours in the day,

and I am only one woman,
but with a column...

It'd be good for you.
What's in it for me?

What you wanted
from the very beginning.

The legitimacy of science,
of data,

of hard facts,
without a whiff of titillation.

I'll have to think about it.

Your book is very impressive,
it's dry as dust,

but I do like the idea of
having lab coats on my side.

You like Chicago this time of year?
Very much.

Then you two hop on a plane.

I got rooms galore
here at the mansion.

Let's sit down
and hammer this thing out.

All right, then. Done.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(CLEARS THROAT) I'm glad
to see you, Libby.

There's a lot
we need to talk about.

We're not speaking.

Please, Libby.

We can't just not talk.

We can.

(SIGHS)

What are you doing here,
if we're not speaking?

I'm here to see my lawyer.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Well, can you at least tell
me where my clothes are?

This is good news.
You're back.

And you look...

I'm not entirely sure
I am back, Betty, I just...

Before you finish
that thought,

let me paint a picture
of the past few weeks,

here at the Masters
and Johnson Institute.

I have fended off every patient,
creditor, board member, publisher,

process server, delivery boy,

and priest that has walked
through those doors.

I have done my job, Lester's job,
and Doc Scully's job,

as they've both gone off to
find supplemental employment.

But mostly I have done
your job and Virginia's job,

which includes conducting
patient consultations

in the conference room
right now,

because Mr. Connolly's pecker
is on the fritz.

Thank you.
And I am very...

Ready to meet
with the Connollys?

They will be happy
you've arrived.

Betty, Virginia was the one
who took care of all that,

the intakes, interviews...

I will be right there
with you.

That is not a solution.

That is the only solution.

Doc, I have been here

while you've been on
your rumspringa or whatever.

So I am asking you,
right now,

to please, please,
get your ass in there

and do this for me.

The truth is I have no interest
in being reasonable or generous.

I want you to do anything
and everything you can

to protect me and my children as
we proceed through this ordeal.

Protect yourself from?

My husband, obviously.

He is very used to dictating
the terms of everything,

at least with me.

Your husband hasn't even
hired an attorney yet.

Am I supposed to jump
up and down at that news?

Yeah, if you like jumping.
(CHUCKLES)

It does show a fairly non-aggressive
approach on his part.

At least so far.
Do not underestimate him.

I definitely won't.

Or feel sorry for him.
I definitely don't.

I am the one who's left
with confused children,

and nosy neighbors,
and gossiping friends.

Just this morning, when I was
canceling his subscription

to the American
Medical Journal,

the girl on the phone said,
"Why?" So I told her.

That you're
getting divorced.

That at first it was
a simple dog bite.

Then he began to shake and suffer
terrifying hallucinations.

Eventually, paralysis set in.

It was a horrible death.
Excruciating, really.

My husband suffered greatly.

Mrs. Masters,
you're not the first client

to fantasize
her husband's death,

or to feel anger at the
demise of her marriage.

Hell hath no fury,
after all.

I do know someone,
a former client.

She runs a women's group that
seems to help some of the gals.

A women's group?

I don't really have the time
to exchange housekeeping tips.

This is not that.

We were hoping to start
the therapy right away.

Obviously, being unable
to obtain an erection is...

A difficult situation.

But there is a process
that we follow here.

Dr. Masters and Mrs. Johnson's
questionnaire

is an important step in that process,
as you can see.

And Mrs. Johnson,
where is she?

Vacation.
Sick.

She is sick on vacation.

DR. MASTERS: Uh, so...

You met when you worked at
Famous-Barr Department Store?

That's right, uh,
I was in men's suits.

I ran the shoe department.

That's also when
you started dating?

Yes, and we had
lots of sex then.

Dale was very turned on
by me then.

We would
get home from work,

and we wouldn't bother to
undress before we were at it.

Is that your recollection
as well, Mr. Connolly?

I remember the very
first day that I saw her,

in the employee's lounge.

She was so striking.

Wearing this sleek
Pucci pantsuit.

She had a fun Fendi bag.

Her beautiful Vivier pumps.

DARLEEN: And then we got married,
and I quit my job,

and Dale no longer
found me attractive.

That's not true.

Now that I'm a housewife.

I love you as much as
I always did.

You just don't want
to sleep with me.

That's why
I'm sitting here, Darleen.

Let me grab
the medical questionnaire.

You'll have to fill
that out as well.

I'm gonna keep this for a second.
I'm still working on it.

Okay.

Thank you.
BETTY: Was it me,

or was he hard as Plymouth
Rock under that clipboard?

It may have been you.

Or you.

A man excited about a Pucci
pantsuit is excited about men.

I don't think
he's a homosexual.

Really?

When is the last time that
you noticed a fun Fendi bag?

Well, the one thing that's certain
is Mr. Connolly is hiding something.

Look, um,

I know you think
you're no good at this.

And, yes, as far as warm
and fuzzies go,

Virginia had you beat.

But you got a good eye.

You can see things,
things other people can't see,

which makes you a very good,
you know, puzzle solver.

Considering most of
our patients are, well...

They're puzzles.

You're welcome.

My point being,

I don't think you need Virginia
to get this guy to talk.

(DOOR BELL RINGS)

BOTH: Hi, there.
You must be Virginia.

Come on in. Good flight?
Follow us.

Oh, here, let me take that.
Follow us.

Thank you.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Great, great.
Right at me.

Chin down.

We're drinking
White Russians today.

Ah, in honor of the Nuclear
Non-proliferation Treaty?

Yul Brynner
is staying with us.

Oh!

I didn't know that
Yul Brynner is Russian.

And that dancer, he stays with us sometimes.
He's Russian.

I think you mean Nureyev.

Anyway, I was wondering
about "Si Non Oxcillas,

"Noli Tintinnare..."

The plaque
right above the front door.

It means "If you don't swing,
don't ring."

Hugh Hefner's personal secretary.
And guard dog.

Roll along now, Heather.

Hef thinks it's fun to have
the girls on wheels,

but he doesn't have to find somebody
to refinish the parquet floors.

Is Dr. Masters settling up
with the driver?

Dr. Masters isn't here.

Oh, caught another flight?
No, he's not coming at all.

I came to talk to Hef alone.

Oh.

DR. MASTERS: The wires monitor
physiological response.

So if you are able
to get an erection,

that would indicate
secondary impotence.

Ruling out
any physical reason

for the lack of arousal
with your wife.

You're saying
it's psychological?

Are you saying it is?

I don't know.
You're the doctor.

What do you test me with?
Images.

I show you slides of,
well, many things.

What kinds of things?
Women.

Of all shapes and sizes,
with various hair colors, clothes,

naked women,
their genitalia,

then we move on
to couples having sex.

Men.
Men?

(SCOFFS) I'm not
attracted to men.

So then you won't
get an erection.

It's the point of the wires.

The body doesn't lie.
(SIGHS)

Look, Dr. Masters,
I want to get better.

I really do.

But all this testing
just seems pointless.

Can't you just give us
the exercises?

I can.

Or I can just
tell you the truth.

Which is that I think
you're hiding something.

And instead of me
trying to coerce

some confession out of you

with the prospect
of wires and graphs,

which is what
I'm trying to do,

maybe you can just
tell me what's going on.

(STUTTERS)

I don't know
what you mean.

I think you do.

My dick doesn't work.
Have you ever had your dick not work?

I have. Then you know.
It's a mystery.

Or a secret.

Because I also know that
carrying around a hidden truth,

year after year,

even for a lifetime,

can become
an intolerable burden.

There is a certain kind
of freedom in just

giving up.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(CHUCKLES)

Shoes.

Shoes?
I love them.

Women's shoes.
Women's feet in high-heeled shoes.

Sometimes, it's all
I can think about.

Is this
a recent development?

(SIGHS) No.

I've been this way
since I was eight.

I used to crawl
under the table

when my mom would have
her bridge parties,

and I would just stare
at their feet.

These shiny red toes
in high-heeled shoes.

They were so female,
so erotic

and forbidden.

And I'm getting aroused
just thinking about it.

And your wife has no idea?
None.

It was these Vivier pumps she
used to wear to work every day.

God, they were...
They were so sexy.

Now she wears slippers
half the time

or, on a good day,
espadrilles

which, in case you don't know,
are canvas and flat.

Have you told her that
you'd like her back in heels?

Oh, I absolutely cannot.
Because?

Because it's weird
to want to fuck shoes.

I mean,
it's not weird to me,

but she would be repulsed.

She would think
I was a freak.

Well, maybe or maybe not.

It might come as a relief,

for both you and her,
to finally tell her the truth.

Either way,
it's how you feel.

So you don't really have
a choice, Dale.

Eventually, you're going to
have to say who you really are.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Virginia,

the Windy City
is better with you in it.

Are you ready to buckle
down and get to work?

I am, Hef.
It's nice to see you again.

Don't be alarmed,
this really is my office

where I get all
of my best work done.

So, what month are you?

Oh... (CHUCKLES)

I'm... I'm not a month.
I'm a researcher.

And a hell of a good one.

She and Bill Masters
are setting the world on fire.

Where is Bill?

He will not be joining us.

Bill and I have gone
our separate ways.

Mmm,
break-ups are the worst. You serious?

It doesn't in any way diminish
what I have to offer, Hef.

In fact, a column
written by a woman,

exclusively for men, as a way of
getting a peek behind the curtain,

what a woman really thinks
and feels and wants

when it comes to sex.

Men already know
what men think,

so Bill writing the column
would be almost redundant.

Don't know
I agree, Virginia.

While it's none
of my business,

I'm curious
why the two of you split.

Uh, girls,

I'd like a turkey and Velveeta
on white with chips and a Tab.

It got too close
between Bill and me.

What happened at work and
what happened after work,

it all became
hopelessly tangled.

And for many, many years,

I tried to please him.

I gave him as much
of myself as I could,

because I thought that

he held the key
to who I was meant to be,

to a big life.

And, the truth is I couldn't have
done any of this without him.

But I see now,
he couldn't have done it without me.

I'm not that girl
hoping that Bill Masters

picks me as his
secretary anymore.

And you want to stand on your own two feet.
With me?

With you, but differently.

'Cause here's what I know,

having worked day and night to
take sex out of the Stone Age,

your readership is hungry
for what I have to offer,

insights from the nation's
best female sex researcher.

(ALL LAUGHING)

All right then.
Everyone, settle down.

Before we begin,

are there any new faces
who wanna tell it like it is?

Uh... Me. Hi.

Um, I am Libby Masters.

Last names are usually
husband's names,

connoting a sense
of ownership.

First names
are just fine here.

Okay. Then, um...

I am just Libby.
(CHUCKLES)

And, uh...

Well, I am...

Oh, is this...
This isn't...

No, thank you.
I'll just have some coffee,

if there's a fresh pot.

Actually, that's a great
reminder, Libby,

for all of us,

that this isn't
your mother's coffee klatch.

Not that any group of women
getting together isn't worthwhile,

but what we do here
is consciousness-raising.

Okay. Um...

An example of raising
one's consciousness would be?

Talking about our family life,
education, politics, sex, race,

the military establishment,

all from our own
personal perspectives.

So you basically
share stories.

Yeah, as we try and understand
ourselves by ourselves,

without the pressure
and interference

of the patriarchal society
we live in.

Well, I'm certainly fed up with men,
if that's what you mean.

(ALL LAUGH)

You could call us
the fed-up club, right?

And what does our coming
together allow us to do?

Free ourselves
of the bullshit.

Reject all
imposed expectations.

ANITA: Yes. Amen.

Sound good?

It does.

Actually, I'll take a wine,
if you're still pouring.

ANITA: All right, then.

Who'd like to start by telling
the story of their own abortion?

This is the miracle,
the miracle I have prayed for.

Do not screw this up.

Hugh Hefner is on the phone
and wants to talk to you.

VIRGINIA: He was
definitely listening.

I could tell by the way
his face lit up.

I think that Hef feels
the column is a good idea.

You know
what your problem is?

I wasn't aware
that I had a problem.

No. You're a tweener.

Yeah, you're half bunny,
half scholar.

Even a man as evolved as Hef
is gonna have a hard time

knowing what box you fit in.

Well, I have no intention
of fitting into a box.

The times they are a changin',
haven't you heard?

Please. That scrawny little frog
went electric and got booed.

Don't tell me Bob Dylan's
not in a box.

You could always write for
some other magazine, you know.

Like Redbook.
Redbook?

Redbook is not serious
about sex.

And why do I get the feeling
that you're discouraging me?

(SIGHS)

You know what a dowser is?

Those oddballs that walk
around with a stick,

try to "divine"
where underground water is?

I don't need to see Hef,
hear Hef,

even be in the same room with Hef
to sense what he's thinking about,

we've been together
that long.

So, look,
all I'm saying is,

if you really want this job,
fight for it.

Fight? What does that mean?
Wrestle him in his rotating bed?

(SCOFFS)
Write your first column.

I don't know what
the subject matter is yet.

Does a big penis matter?

Can a girl explode
if she comes too often?

Does a woman have to prove herself,
over and over and over again,

despite her experience
and her accomplishments,

every time she wants to take
a professional step forward?

A woman
always has to audition.

No, a big penis
doesn't matter.

Which will be explained
in my first column,

Ten Sex Myths Exploded.

(CHUCKLES)

That's my girl.

Well?

Hefner wants to become a
major investor in the clinic.

He's asking me to come
and discuss terms.

Ah! Jesus has come.
Hallelujah.

(SIGHS)

ANITA: Need a reload, huh?

You're not enjoying this,
are you?

I am.

I'm also...

I'm recovering from my husband's
prolonged and painful death.

Herb said your husband is William Masters.
Did he die?

(CHUCKLES) It's okay.

I used to fantasize
I'd castrated my husband

and mounted his penis
on the trophy wall.

(LAUGHS)

I just don't think that
I'm like those women in there.

Hmm.

The Miss America protest
the other day?

No offense,

but burning their bras
just seemed silly.

They weren't burning them.

Actually, they were
throwing them in the trash.

But it's still kind of a useless gesture,
don't you think?

I, um... I want you to try
something for me.

Take off your bra.

Again, I just don't think
this is me.

And a bra is you?

A breast restraint that's become
a multi-billion dollar industry,

owned and operated by men,
how does...

How does any of that have
anything to do with you?

(SCOFFS)

Who separates a suit jacket
from the pants?

Uh, excuse me. As luck would have it,
that happens to be my jacket.

I found it first.

In this store, yes.

But that suit jacket
came from my closet.

Look, you can see here,
it matches the suit pants.

Finders keepers.

Look, I'm sorry,
but it's mine.

Listen, I wouldn't insist
except I need that jacket.

I'm flying to Chicago

to try and bail out
my business.

People are counting on me.

I'm trying to save
my life here.

Join the club.

It gets down into the 30s
out there at night.

What are you doing here?

I was invited.

What are...
I was invited.

What are you wearing?

HUGH: I hear
pretty much everything.

So I know you two are in some hot water,
legally.

I've dealt with
similar issues.

Zealots who see my magazine as
smut instead of what it really is.

Hi.

Hello.

But you will weather
this storm.

Go on to do great work.

But only if you
do it together.

(CLEARS THROAT)
As I mentioned, Hef,

Bill and I are pursuing
work separately now.

In fact, I have a draft of my first column,
right here.

Ten Sex Myths Exploded.

"In this age of candor
and communication,

"it has been a pleasure
to witness

"the demise of some of the
more irrational sex myths."

The legal issues
are my responsibility.

They are the result
of actions I took.

"True, boys may still worry
about masturbation..."

I hear you, Virginia.
And you too, Bill.

And I understand there's some
tension between the two of you.

But here's the deal.

I will only become a major
investor if you stay together.

I will only publish
your column

if you remain the Masters
and Johnson team.

See, this thing is bigger
than the two of you.

You're like a brand.

A lifestyle.

Masters and Johnson
has a life of its own.

So, if your business
is the two of you together,

then use your therapy
on yourselves.

Work it out, be open, communicate.
I hear it's a protocol that works.

Hef, it cannot work.

Cannot work on us.

HUGH: You don't
have a choice.

And, this is something
I understand.

Where does all of this stop
and the real Hef begin?

Who knows anymore?

But Masters and Johnson,

like Playboy
and Hugh Hefner,

can only be separated now by six
feet of dirt and a headstone.

I keep thinking
of Dr. Frankenstein.

We made our monster,
and now it's on the loose.

It's a good idea.
My column.

Well, Playboy isn't the
only magazine in the world.

I know.

I'll go elsewhere.

There's always Redbook.
Red...

The truth is,

other partnerships
have split up

and both people have
gone on to do great things.

Look at Freud and Jung.

They never actually worked together.
But Rodgers and Hart...

No, Hart died a drunk
in a flophouse.

But Lewis and Clark...

I believe Lewis committed
suicide after the journey.

Fine, then,
Martin and Lewis.

Jerry Lewis?

Well, you must have
some plan for yourself.

There's always a plan.

So?

Nothing. I have no plan.

For the first time
in my life, I...

Simply show up.

Showed up
for Dale Connolly

to help him curb his desire
to copulate with shoes.

Wait.
You went back to work?

You're seeing patients?

I saw the Connollys
because they needed me.

Betty needed me.
That is my clinic, too, Bill.

Yes, but you left.

Virginia, you are
immensely gifted,

and I'm sure you will more than
land on your feet wherever you go.

No. No. No.

I'll use the clinic
as my home base.

I work out of my office,
regardless of how we split this up.

You're suggesting we just
both sit in our offices,

you with your clients,
me with mine?

Two practices sharing the same space,
happens all the time.

I'm just, uh,

surprised your new husband

is so agreeable
to you staying in St. Louis,

given everything.

My husband
is remarkably understanding.

So the only way for Masters
and Johnson to continue,

while the actual
Masters and Johnson do not...

We would have to hire
new people.

New partners.

For both of us.

Our working relationship

would have to be
strictly professional.

I couldn't abide it any other way.
So glad to hear that.

You'll forgive me if
I'm a bit wary, though.

Why is it that I should
believe that you've changed?

Because for 12 years,

I've tried every way,

every wrong and misguided
way to win your heart,

only to realize
in these last,

very dark weeks,

you wanted something else.

So you picked someone else.

Which means
that part of us, together,

is over

for good.

I'm glad that
that is clear between us.

There's not a lot we know
about St. Joseph.

He was Jesus' Earthly father.

He, uh...
He dreamed a lot.

And, well, in those dreams,
he was visited by angels.

(MUTTERS) One day,
an angel appeared to him

and told him that he must take
the Virgin Mary as his wife.

Does everyone understand what a...
They do not.

Well, Joseph discovered that
Mary was going to have a baby.

And this upset Joseph,

because he knew
that he wasn't the father,

so she must love
someone else.

Then another angel
appeared to him

and said that Mary
had not loved another man,

that the child she carried
was the Son of God,

and that he must keep her
as his wife.

(MUTTERING)

(CLEARS THROAT) Anyway.

Uh...

Things like this
don't happen in real life.

What I mean is,

most men wouldn't
believe this story.

But Joseph was
a special man,

and he decided that
he'd believe something

that he couldn't understand.

He decided he'd have faith.

And he replied to the angel,

"May God's will
be done in me."

I have seen people have huge
breakthroughs their first week.

Don't hold your breath.

(ENGINE TURNING OVER)

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)