All language subtitles for Masters.of.Sex.[S04E03].XviD.Amedia.[qqss44]_eng

Previously
on Masters of Sex.

I've done other things
for the good of the study

because I believe in it.

At the end of the day,
the work is what endures.

Virginia, I'm--I'm sorry,

but I needed you
to see for yourself.

That he has a wife?

You think I didn't know that?

Do most people assume
you're married?

You seem married.

- Don't they seem married?
- They're not married.

The charges are pandering
and promoting prostitution.

I can handle the details
of the pending court case,

hire an attorney.

Good, since I was the one
that argued

against the surrogacy program
in the first place.

I'm going
to AA meetings now.

Did I tell you that?
It's court-ordered.

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

I'm here to see my lawyer.

I came to drop off
the retainer forms.

I thought our next appointment
wasn't until Tuesday.

I am here for a job.

For 12 years,
I've tried every way--

every misguided way
to win your heart

only to realize you wanted
somebody else.

You should know
that Dan called me last week.

I would appreciate it
if we could keep this

between us.

That you never got married?

For now, because it's important
for my work.

Bill and I are pursuing the work
separately now.

I will only become
a major investor

if you stay together.

We would have to hire
new people.

New partners.

We will have to keep
a close eye on them.

♪ sultry music ♪

♪ upbeat jazzy music ♪

Welcome to the party.

Glad you could make it.

What do you say
we grab a cocktail

and head to the rumpus room?

We have two guests
with us tonight

who might just be
the perfect fit for Playboy.

I'm talking about
preeminent sex experts

and authors of the best-selling
Human Sexual Response,

Dr. William Masters
and Virginia Johnson.

We're thrilled to be here, Hef.

Thrilled.

Don't let their
elegant exteriors fool you.

These two are at the forefront
of the sexual revolution.

You might say they are
the sexual revolution.

In fact, you could look
around this living room

and say these two
are responsible for all this.

Is it true you used volunteers
for your research?

Our volunteers were
the cornerstone of our work.

These people,
from all walks of life,

were exceedingly generous
and, I might add, very brave.

We've observed and recorded
the data

from, uh,
over 2,000 participants.

Even I haven't seen
that much sex.

Did you all get married
before or after

you started watching people
have sex?

- Oh, I--
- Oh, no.

We're--we're not--
we're not mar--

I'm--I'm married,
but to someone else.

Although, uh, I suppose
you could call Dr. Masters

my work husband.

And would you call her
your work wife

or is there
a real Mrs. Masters?

Uh, there is.

Uh, well,
there was.

Well, she's not dead.

I--we had...

You have to admit.

It would make a great story.

Two sex researchers
whose research was so good

it led them
straight to the altar.

Sex and love,
a mysterious thing.

Hugh, you can say that
again, brother.

Oh!

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Sammy Davis Jr.

Hello, Madam Sex Researcher.

How about a song, Sammy?

How about a drink?

You got it.

I'm more of
a love researcher myself.

♪ What kind of fool am I ♪

♪ Who never fell in love ♪

Hold on, hold on.

Wrong key.

We'll get it right.

That's a cut.

Okay, background,
five minutes.

Crew, that's a reset.
New setup.

Sounded terrific, Sammy.

One more time, okay?

The canary tuned me.

Ah, I can see why.

Figure out
what key it's in, okay?

Actually, uh,
not so fast.

We need
some publicity stills.

Maybe, uh, we could get
the two of you dancing.

I don't understand
why Hef keeps promoting us

this way, as a couple.

Whatever the reason,
he needs to stop.

It's a marketable concept.

I can see that.

I assume
he thinks it's sexy.

But it sends
the wrong message.

It's borderline unprofessional.

I'm sure it requires
some explanation from you

when you get home.

Dan can't enjoy
this kind of publicity.

He understands it's part
of the job.

He's good like that.

Mrs. Johnson and I
are done.

Hello, Dan.

Hello?

Oh, I see--I see you have
one of those

new phone answering machines.

Uh, anyway, it's me.

You'll never guess
who kissed my hand tonight.

Mr. Show Business himself,
Sammy Davis Jr.

It was really quite something,

although that's not the reason

why I'm calling, obviously.

Uh, I'm calling because--

I had a thought which is

that it's
an early start tomorrow.

First thing up is
our intake with the new couple.

The, uh, the Buckseys,
but even before that

we have a meeting
with our attorney

um, in the--well,
in our pandering case.

I say we meaning Mrs. Johnson
and myself, but, well,

I'd like you to be there
as well.

Of course, Dr. Masters.

If you want me there,
I'm there.

I do.

And going forward,
if I'm attending a meeting,

then you will attend as well.

We will work on every aspect of
the clinic's business together,

so I'll need you available
at all hours,

which means morning, noon--

Should I come over now?

Now?

It's ten thirty at night.

You're probably wondering
why not speak to a girlfriend

or an analyst,

instead of burdening
your home phone

answering machine.

Um, but I--I recently came

across a fascinating study

in the American Medical Journal

about the neuropsychology

of remorse,

and it turns out

that, uh...

that upwards
of 75% of people

come to regret
spur-of-the-moment decisions

within a four-week period.

So there will be
after-hours dinners

and symposia,
cocktail parties,

where I'll also need you
by my side.

I am more than happy to--
to be your date.

Date--no, no, I don't--
I don't want a date.

I know that I caused
enormous pain.

And I--I deeply regret that.

I need you there because
Virginia will be there

with her husband
at those functions

and, well,

there's no pleasure in being
a third wheel now, is there?

So what I...

most want to say is...

Is that I'm sorry.

So I'm glad we got this settled.

I'll see you tomorrow.

What was that?
Him making a pass at you?

It's hard to say.

He's either really lonely,
really demanding....

Or really attracted to you

because you're beautiful
and sexy.

Maybe the best approach
is a mild, harmless flirtation.

A fizziness that doesn't
shut him down

but doesn't exactly
encourage him, either.

Well, however you decide
to handle it

we do need to tell him
about us, hon.

Sooner than later.

Before all this blows up.

And we will.

We will tell them.

Just let me become
indispensable first.

Uh, two coffees to go, please.

You betcha.

You look gorgeous.

Let me guess,
it's your first day,

something
in the medical profession.

A law firm.

What a happy coincidence.

I'm an attorney myself.

Bram Keller.

What kind of law
are you practicing?

Uh, assisting
for a divorce attorney.

Ah, divorce.

Well, I'm sure you know
the four magic words, right?

Four words every divorce lawyer
loves to hear,

words that guarantee
a big settlement.

And they are
in no particular order,

indignities, cruelties,
desertion,

and everyone's favorite,
infidelity.

I do remember those.

If you get into any trouble,
call me.

Or...

if you want to get
into trouble,

I'm at the Plaza Hotel.

I admit,
it's a very swanky camera.

Nikon F.

The same one David Hemmings uses
in Blowup.

That's a movie.

I like TV.

Anyway, um,
I've been moonlighting

for a private investigator,

and since you're an expert
in these things,

I was wondering what constitutes
incriminating evidence,

photo-wise.

To prove someone's
been cheating?

Yeah.

Didn't the guy you're
moonlighting for

give you any tips?

Uh...

You're spying
on your own wife.

- No, that's not--
- Sorry to hear it.

Here's my card.

I don't know for sure
that Jane's been cheating.

You need four clear frames
to use it in court.

Mr. Spleeb.
Hello, Lester.

Hello, Mrs. Masters--or--

you're not Mrs. Masters anymore.

It's okay, Lester.

Oh, thanks,
but I never touch the stuff.

Agitates my angina.

Ah.

Well, just answer the phones,

keep my Cheez-Its bowl full,

and make sure no one

kills each other
in the waiting room.

I kid.

By the time they're here,

they're usually
past murderous rage.

♪ pleasant music ♪

With Mr. Keller's hourly rate,

why can't he afford
his own office space?

Well, I suggested it was
more convenient for him

to work with us here.

How cozy.

It's practical.

Good morning.

Hello, Nancy.

Luckily you get to skip
this one.

It's a legal meeting.

I asked Dr. Leveau to join.

As our new partner,
there's no reason

why she shouldn't be involved

in all aspects
of the clinic's business.

Well, if you follow that logic,

then our new partner
Dr. Dreessen should also join.

And while we're at it,
why not Hank,

the security guard downstairs?

Well, if you think Hank
would be helpful,

then by all means,
invite him in.

Thank you.

After you.

As a strategy,

I think we'd do best to look
back to the Scopes trial.

That was a case
in Tennessee where--

A schoolteacher,
John Scopes,

was convicted
of teaching evolution.

Holstein, try not to condescend
to the client.

Uh, your case,
like Scopes,

represents another instance
of science running up

against deeply-held cultural
and religious prejudice.

The Scopes people didn't like
being told that Adam and Eve

were descended from monkeys.

In our case,
people don't like

being told that Adam and Eve
had sex.

Dysfunctional sex,
at that.

The question that matters here

is what are our chances
of winning?

Acquittal is one goal
but winning

in the court of public opinion--

It's even more crucial.

I mean, this case
could tell the world

about the work that we do.

Our book has sold
nearly a million copies.

The world is already well aware

of the work that
Dr. Masters and I do.

So, I would say

that acquittal
is not one goal.

It's our only goal.

Someone ordered black,
two sugars?

Yes, thank you, Miss.

Mm-hmm.

Holy Mary.

What?

Now you want some coffee too?

Me?

No, the other guy

who's staring at me
like I got three heads.

Um...

Okay.

Keep up the good work.

I assume the
prosecution will be looking

for any damning evidence.

They will, so we'll need access
to all your case work,

case studies,
research data,

financial information.

Mrs. Johnson,
if you could gather

all the necessary files
and organize them--

Actually, my name is on the door
as partner, Mr. Keller,

not secretary.

And seeing as
I had nothing to do

with the genesis of this mess,

I know that you'll excuse me.

I have a business to run.

Um, just give me
one second.

Um, Virginia.

You're worried about the files,
but don't.

I've already destroyed them.

You've destroyed our--
our personal files.

Our personal experimentation
with protocols,

our sessions together,

I disposed of all of it
before I left for Las Vegas.

Any trace of our work together
is now permanently gone.

Good.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

Stuck in a meeting.

One that will include you
next time, Dr. Dreessen.

So, how can we help you?

I was just explaining
to Miss Jackson

that we might not be able
to assist her.

Oh, why is that?

See, I read your book,
Dr. Johnson,

and I was hoping that you'd
teach me how to be...

Multiple orgasming?

Multi-orgasmic.

Well, you are not the first
to ask.

Because in your book it says
some women can have five, six,

even ten orgasms,
all in a row.

I mean,

who wouldn't want
to learn that?

And I was saying the work
we do here

is helping
with sexual dysfunctions.

We don't offer
how-to courses.

Unfortunately,
that is true.

Which is really too bad

because I was gonna be
the guinea pig,

and if it worked for me,

all my girlfriends
were going to sign up.

But treat her for what?

There's nothing wrong with her.

Well, technically that's true,

and yet there she is,
asking for our help anyway.

Okay, clearly
you have an idea.

Well, our clinic is designed
to treat dysfunction

and of course that must remain
at the center of our work.

But...

You're wondering if there's room
for people like Miss Jackson

who simply want to have
better sex.

You're a quick study,
Dr. Dreessen.

It's an interesting idea.

Expand the work
beyond dysfunction.

Well, for example,
people exercise a healthy heart

to make it stronger.

Right, so why shouldn't
the sex life

get the same opportunity
for growth and exploration?

Not to mention,
we grow the work this way,

we're sitting
on a gold mine.

A quick study
and a breath of fresh air.

Oh!
Hey.

I got it.

I got it.
It's okay.

Thank you.

Sure.

Sure.

I'm sorry, uh, forgive me
for asking.

Do you really
not recognize me?

You, uh, I'm sorry.

I really don't.

Uh, we met a long time ago

at that place you worked.

Nope, doesn't ring a bell.

I don't--I don't blame you
for forgetting.

I--I was a wreck.

I was shaking so much

you thought I was having
a seizure

and then, um,
it's all coming back to me.

Now, uh, you put your hand
on my arm to calm me

and that's
when I...

finished.

Can you grab that box?

Yeah.

I was so embarrassed,
and you were so kind.

You even said that, uh,
I could go another time,

but as soon as you said that,
I just...

finished again.

Look,

you are mistaking me
for another person.

Understand?

Yes.

Of course.

Um, you're obviously

very accomplished
and successful now.

I mean,
not that you weren't before.

But--I'm just saying that...

Anyway,
I should just shut up.

You should.

Okay.

But if you were talking
to that other person,

which you are not,

I would say to you,

which I am not,

that what happened
is very normal

for first-timers.

Uh--I have learned so much
since then.

I can do much better now
if you're open to it.

Open to...

Trying again.

You and me.

I can't remember the last time

I, uh, satisfied her,

and I do things, um,
bring her flowers,

dim the lights.

All the romantic stuff
they say to do.

None of it seems to work.

And have you asked her
what might satisfy her?

"Can I do this?
Does that feel good?

Is that too fast?"

He asks my permission
for everything.

And you would prefer he...

Take control,
say what he wants.

I don't think that's
so unusual.

By take control you mean...

Be a gentleman.

That's how I was raised,

and I thought that's how my wife
was raised too.

Mm, being a gentleman
might also mean feeling

uncomfortable about expressing
your needs sexually.

My needs are to make her happy,

treat her with love and respect.

So your sex is tame
as a result?

Meaning do you ever envision--

Something like in that movie.

That movie?
Which movie?

There's a movie playing
down at the Odeon.

Franny thought that--

I thought it might give Gary
some ideas.

So I'm watching this movie,
and I am thinking,

"Jesus, there is something
wrong with my wife."

Then ten minutes into it
he stormed out.

Just stood in the lobby
until it was over.

I mean, I love her,
but if you saw that movie,

you'd think the same thing
I did.

She needs help.

It's a film called The Defilers.

Yeah,
I saw it last week.

On accident.

I thought it was a Western.

You know, The Searchers,
The Defilers.

Anyway, turned out to be
your run-of-the-mill roughie.

Roughie?

Most B movies either have

a lot of sex
or a lot of violence.

Roughies have both.

Sort of
a something-for-everyone combo.

I think we should see this movie
ourselves,

get a better sense of what it is
Mrs. Bucksey has in mind.

You think they have matinees?

Now?
On a workday?

And if we're feeling
really crazy

we could order popcorn
with extra butter.

Or none of those things.

All right.

Let's get out
of the office then.

It could be...

fun.

Hmm.

This feels
about as risqué

as Beach Blanket Bingo.

It is hard to imagine

what Mr. Bucksey
would find objectionable.

I could use some air.

It seems there are two ways
in which women have

multiple orgasms.

The first is spontaneous.

We saw this in the lab.

Uh, serial climaxes

in a rolling or wave-like
pattern that you see here.

With no refractory period.

Yes.

The other way,
still multiples,

but in these cases the women
apparently have to work at it,

if you will.

They orgasm and then pause
in the plateau phase,

and then after a minute or two
they can stimulate themselves

back to orgasm and then they can
do this over and over again.

That would be the kind
we would have to teach.

Yes, seeing
as the spontaneous variety

requires no instruction
at all.

But how do we go
from all this raw data

to creating
an actual protocol?

Is there a specific process

that you and Dr. Masters
followed?

For instance,
how did you develop the protocol

for impotence?

That one always struck me
as almost visionary.

Oh.

It was hours
of recorded data,

going through trying to find
possible patterns

among participants.

Same as all the others.

Why don't I spend some time
with the research this evening,

try to come up
with the potential protocol

for multiple orgasms

and then we can start
with Miss Jackson tomorrow?

We missed something
with Mrs. Bucksey.

In her past, perhaps,
a history of violence.

Causes her to pair

sexual pleasure
with pain.

Or I am wondering

if maybe Mrs. Bucksey

just needs a little excitement.

I--I dated a guy once

who liked to blindfold me,

tie me to the bed.

Carl somebody.
I liked it.

And I don't have
any past traumas.

Everyone has traumas.

Some people are just
more aware of them.

But aren't pain and pleasure
two sides of the same coin?

Both elicit the same
physiological reactions.

Increased heart rate,
perspiration,

shortness of breath.

A well-adjusted individual
knows the difference.

Not always.

It can be oddly romantic,
even erotic,

the sensation of pain,

of punishment.

Haven't you ever gone
after something

you knew would hurt you

because it also felt good?

And then the last brunette
I went out with, she--

well, she broke my heart.

Please allow me to apologize
on behalf of all brunettes.

Yeah, well, she was
one of those people

who leaves a trail of wreckage
in her wake

and never looks back.

It's why I stay
on the road.

Always a new city,
new sights, new faces.

New life insurance policies
to sell.

Hey, I don't sell
life insurance policies.

I sell peace of mind.

Hmm.

What do you know
about orgasms?

Ha.

I know I like them.

Because I have
a proposal for you.

Kind of a challenge.

I'm a researcher.

I'm currently working
on a very interesting project

studying the innate ability

of women to be multi-orgasmic.

So I guess
what I'm asking you is--

Yes.

Yes! Yes!

That was really good.

You're doing such a good job.

No, no, no, don't move.
Okay.

Plateau achieved three minutes,
21 seconds.

- Who are you talking to?
- Shh, I need to concentrate.

Actually, can you pass me
that pad, Lou?

Lee.

That's what I said.
Please.

You know, I'm kind of losing
my hard-on here.

Just keep--keep touching
my breast for six seconds.

And my hard-on is gone.

Really?
That's hardly helpful.

No thanks to you.

All vaginal and clitoral
stimulation avoided.

- Could you move over, please?
- What?

Gonna do this
on my own.

I need space.

Okay.

Leaving plateau phase
in ten, nine,

eight, seven, six...

Keller.

Hi.

Um, this is Libby,

the--the woman you met

earlier today at the diner.

Libby.

I'm, uh, happy you called.

Me too.

I think.

It sounds like you're drinking

but please, don't drink alone.

Come to the hotel.

Meet me for a glass.

What?

No.

Thank you.

Uh, the reason that I'm calling
is, um, because,

well, I'm calling
as a political act.

I like the sound of that.
Tell me more.

I'm in this
consciousness-raising group,

and, um, we decided
that for a woman

to call a man she doesn't know
is an act of rebellion.

Against the patriarchy.

Well, bravo, rebellious Libby.

I really never do things
like this.

So...

...let's be rebellious together.

I'm not coming to your hotel.

Doesn't mean we can't get

to know each other

over the phone.

What are you wearing?

What?

Go on.
Tell me what you're wearing.

I can wait all night,
if you want.

I--I'm...

wearing a dress.

Hello again,
Dan's phone answering machine.

It's me.

I'm so sorry for calling so late

but I know that you're a bit
of a night owl

so I thought maybe
I'd catch you.

I...

I suppose that...

I still am hoping
that you'll call me,

not that you're under
any obligation to, of course,

but I...

I don't know.

I've been having trouble
sleeping lately,

so I suspect that it might have
something to do

with leaving things so...

upended between us,

and I do think
that a certain closure

would help both of us
to move on is all I'm saying.

So if you get this, please,
uh, do call me back.

It would be...

nice to hear your voice.

You know, I've been studying
the surrogacy cases.

It's incredible
what you guys were doing here.

Cases that were filmed
and cataloged

in a very Robert Flaherty
Nanook of the North

kind of way.

Okay, like this one.

Uh, male, 36,
he had sex once in his life

and it went so badly that he was
considering the priesthood.

And then in the follow-up notes
it says

that after his treatment here,
he went out and met someone,

a nice girl,
and now they're engaged.

I'm just a sucker
for a happy ending.

Were you one of the surrogates?

I'm just saying since--
all I'm saying

is that this is God's work.

Noble, like what you did for me
back then.

You're welcome.

Now for the love of God,

stop talking to me about this.

So I went back through the data
last night

and I think what I mentioned
is correct.

Some women may have the ability
to have multiple orgasms

from the plateau phase

if they submit
to the re-application

of effective stimulation.

Effective stimulation being...

Stimulation of the breasts,
the buttocks, the neck.

Anywhere except
the vaginal or clitoral areas.

Which are too sensitive
following orgasm.

Yes.

So maybe it's a matter
of the couple remaining engaged

but removing focus
from certain hot spots.

I'm not sure
that I would use that term,

but I think it might
be possible.

And all of that
was in the data?

It required some reading
between the lines, but yes.

Well, Miss Jackson is here
but has a problem.

She couldn't find a partner.

Apparently every man she asked
said it was stressful enough

providing one orgasm,
but multiples, forget it,

so we can tell her to come back
as soon as she finds someone.

Or we could bring her in.

A woman doesn't need a partner
to experience pleasure.

We'll start with mapping
your sexual response,

and when we have an idea
of your resolution phase--

That is, the amount of time
it takes to recover

after an orgasm.

And once we determine that,

hopefully we'll be able
to guide you

towards achieving
multiple climaxes.

This feels sad,
doing this alone.

It's not sad at all, Dawn.

Think of yourself
as a pioneer.

Like in a bonnet, pulling
a wagon across the dusty plain?

Well, there's a long tradition
of brave women going it alone.

Uh, there's a lady here
to see you.

Says she's an old friend.

I'm in the middle
of a session, Betty.

She seems insistent.

I will be right back.

Oh, and also I like to make sure
that Ulysses isn't cold

before a session.

A warm towel usually helps.

Okay.

I will warm Ulysses.

I know they know
what they're doing.

Just didn't think
it was going to be like this.

I thought I'd be looking
into someone's eyes, you know?

All that pleasure,

both of us feeling
so sexy and good.

Maybe I should wait

until I can find
an actual...

person.

My receptionist said you wanted
to see me?

Hello, Virginia.

Said it was God's work,
remember?

I did, but then you told me
to stop talking.

Because I don't like

to broadcast my previous life,
okay?

But I did spend a lot of years
helping out men,

and now...

there is a woman in that room
struggling

in the same way you did
when we first met

and this is your chance
to, you know,

repay the favor.

Having sex with a stranger?

I was a stranger.

Look, you say you're
such a stallion in the sack,

why don't you go in there
and prove it?

I wanted to prove it to you.

And like the Pope going
on a date with Sophia Loren,

that is never gonna happen.

Will you at least watch me?

So this is what
a sex researcher's office

looks like.

I'm not sure what I imagined,
but it wasn't this.

These your children?

Alice, I hope that you're
not here to ask me

to intervene
between you and Dan

because that would be
highly inappropriate.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

I'm here because I wanted you
to understand

that I know
what you're going through.

I'm not following.

I know you've tried
to contact Dan.

Well, I'm not sure
who told you that.

No one told me.

I heard your messages
on the machine.

Dan and I have reconciled.

I'm back home with him now.

Sorry, you flew all the way
from New York to tell me this?

Dan has a habit
of leaving messes behind

as I'm sure you can imagine,

and when he's finished
with his latest distraction,

I'm the one that comes in
and cleans it up.

Make sure there's no false hopes
for reconciliation.

Oh, I think that you might be
confused, Alice.

Have you been drinking?

Well, you can't say
I didn't warn you, Virginia.

He didn't come back to you.

I left him.

The only reason
why he's back with you

is because I broke his heart.

Well,
everyone has their story.

No, no, no,
no, it's not a story.

It's the truth.

We were due at the
wedding chapel at seven o'clock,

and at four that afternoon
I went downstairs to the tables.

I found a nice man
with a Pearl Harbor tattoo,

and I took him upstairs

and let Dan discover us.

That's the real reason
why he's back with you.

I don't know who's more
deserving of pity in that story.

What kind of woman beds a man
on the same day

she was meant to marry another?

Forgive me
for cutting this short,

but I have work to do.

I must say, Virginia, I was
so touched by your messages.

I cant count the times
I've been drunk,

calling late at night,

searching for
the smallest bit of solace.

If anyone knows the sound
of a lonely woman,

it's me.

But...

I'm sure you'll find someone.

You really are so beautiful.

And from what Dan says,

you've never had a problem
attracting men.

We found a partner.

Betty found him, actually,

and he's a natural.

Not that he can see me,
but you know, good for him.

Can you hear me in there?

If you can just ease up
on the movement for a bit.

That's right.

Now, don't disengage,

but don't stimulate
the vaginal area either.

Try touching her breasts.

Do you want to add anything?

So far two orgasms
in eight minutes.

Yes!

Steve! Yes!
Oh!

Scotty.

- Oh, sorry.
- It's okay.

Oh, yes, Scotty, oh!

Incredible.
That's three in ten.

They just met, so there's
no intimacy or love

or knowing each other's bodies.

It's just a purely
physiological response.

Congratulations, Virginia.

We may be on our way
to a brand new protocol.

When people are
attracted to pain--

I'm not attracted to pain.

Well, the movie
that you found stimulating,

Mrs. Bucksey, enacts fantasies
of rape and violence.

She found it as sick as I did.

It was a movie, Gary.

That's all.
I was just hoping

to bring some excitement
back into our marriage.

In our discussions yesterday,

you told us you wanted
Mr. Bucksey

to take more control.

Yes,
that's all I was saying.

I'm not sure that is all.

Is it not also possible

that you want your husband

to--to hurt you?

Just tell the truth, Fran.

And even if you do want
Gary to hurt you,

we are not saying that's wrong.

Although we have found
in our research

that patients with your
psychological profile,

they often have episodes
from childhood--

abuse of some sort,

that they haven't
yet resolved.

Abuse?

But...

My father tapped me
on the bottom maybe once

when I was a child,
but I wasn't abused.

Mrs. Bucksey,
would it be fair

to say that, uh, what you want
is to feel desired?

Yes.

I want to feel...

Like he's hungry for me.

Like those men in the film.

"The desire of the man
is for the woman,

but the desire of the woman
is for the desire of the man."

Exactly.

Madame de Stael.

It's a French philosopher.

The point is,
women want to feel desired,

sometimes aggressively so.

Well, I don't want
to hurt her.

I can't.

So don't.

But what if it were
just a little...

rough?

Could you do that?

If you're willing
to try, Mr. Bucksey,

we are here to help.

I like that.
It can be harder.

It's what I intuited about her
all along,

that what she's asking for
is not rooted in pathology.

Are you sure you want me to?

Yeah.

You can start softly
if you want to.

That wasn't so bad,
was it?

She just wants something
that feels a little dangerous.

I understand it.

Like that?

Mm-hmm.

It feels a little gentle.

Better?

You don't have to keep asking,
honey.

Just--just do it.

Honestly,
I can barely feel you.

If you're gonna hit me,
hit me.

- Ouch!
- Like that?

Yes, but maybe not--

Ouch!
No, just a little.

Ouch!
Ow!

Gary, stop!

What the fuck do you want
from me!

Gary!

Mr. Bucksey,
Mr. Bucksey!

That is--that is enough!

Virginia?

Yes.

I, um,

I know we said
we were going to keep things

separate between us,
but there's a case,

uh, there's a couple...

Um...

Well, I...

I suspected there was
a past history of, um,

trauma of some kind
on the wife's part,

but I, uh,
I misjudged the situation

and, um,
it's the husband.

There's something
very...

wrong there.

Possibly, uh,
severe childhood abuse.

I see.

That would be
a difficult case for you,

treating someone
with that history,

especially
with a new partner.

So, you want my help?

Although, if you're unable...

No, I'll help.

Of course I'll help.

I appreciate it.

Hello.

Oh, Libby.

Aren't you clever,
tracking me down?

More like lucky since I'm
looking for Elizabeth Masters.

E--lizabeth.

Libby.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Are you blushing?

I am--I'm just trying
to figure out a way to say this.

I am, um, here

to ask you to put
your divorce on hold

just until your husband's trial
is over.

You're Bill's lawyer?

Isn't that a small world?

I thought Walter was handling
the divorce for Bill.

I'm his criminal attorney,
but just--just so you know,

this doesn't have to change
anything that happened

between us.

Nothing happened between us.

Of course not.

Of course not,
but um, there is--

there's one other small thing
while I'm here.

We--meaning the defense team,

were hoping that you would
testify at the trial.

You would make
an excellent witness.

A witness to...

Your husband's character.

You, um, you want me
to take the stand

and talk about the kind of man
that Bill is?

Well, it's really--
it's very simple.

Yeah, should I start with--

what were those
four words again?

Oh, right, the indignities

that I suffered
while married to Bill?

Well--

Or how about I talk
about the desertion?

Is that right?

I know it can be
very difficult.

What about mentioning
the cruelties that I endured

during my marriage or I could
skip straight to the infidelity.

I'm gonna go now.

Mm-hmm.

And I'll let you
just mull it over.

Yeah, I don't have
to mull a fucking thing,

Mr. Keller.

Apparently not.

May I just say, you would
make an excellent lawyer.

Get out.

My husband left me
for another woman,

and the feelings were there

no matter how much I drank.

You know it's bad
when you wake up

passed out on a park bench
in Central Park

on a Sunday morning
while people are sitting in it,

or vomiting while you and your
husband walk into the symphony,

even if it is Mahler.

I was so angry.

I probably still am.

But I'm not drinking anymore.

It's been a month now.

Um, but best of all,

my husband's come back.

We're together again,

so that's something
to stay sober for.

And so I realized if I didn't
do something drastic,

then in four hours I would

marry a man
who didn't know me.

Yeah,
who knows anyone?

Who cares?

Well, as it turns out,
I care.

Okay.

Since, uh,
since I've seen you leave here

with three different guys
just this week,

I'd like to be
number four.

You are Lady Luck.

Art.

What in the world
are you doing here?

Um, Betty said
I might find you here.

I was looking for you
after work.

I--I wanted to maybe take you
out for a drink.

Sorry, pal,

I already called dibs
on her tonight.

I have no idea what he--
he's drunk, obviously.

Come on, let's not be coy.

Get away from me.

Hey, hey, buddy,
I think you better shove off.

What--

She fucks every other guy
in the place

but I get the sob story?

You can have her.

Fucking psycho.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

I should--I have to get home.

So you go to AA
for the stories?

Well, I'm not an alcoholic.

I try to attend meetings
when I travel,

but this is the first time
I've ever run

into someone I knew.

Sorry if it was
awkward for you.

So--

Uh, Virginia and Dan
never married.

We knew they wouldn't.

You knew Virginia
would never give up her work

and I knew Dan
would always return to me.

We predicted it
and we were right.

We know our people.

Oh, Virginia is,
uh...

Not my people.

Jesus, I've been...

So you come all this way
to St. Louis

to clean up after him,

to tell his lover
to back off?

Someone had to.

All for someone

who lies to you, who, uh...

disregards you?

Who ultimately
cannot love you.

Can you possibly hate yourself
that much?

Sometimes I do.

But sometimes I don't.

Surely people like us

feel we deserve
a certain...

punishment?

Or these things
wouldn't keep happening.

What matters for me

is Dan loves me

and I love him.

No.

That's not love.

That's torture.

And why were you
taking pictures of us?

I was practicing
my long lens technique

at various shutter speeds

when you and Dr. Dreessen

just happened to barge
into frame, lips locked.

Is there some crime
against kissing?

No, but if Dr. Masters
and Mrs. Johnson find out

I kept something like this
from them, well,

I don't want to tell.

But if you won't,

I won't have any choice.

I don't understand.

They're married.

To each other.

I just spoke with Nancy
and she confessed to it all.

I don't know what to say.

And I don't know
what we should do.

There's only one thing to do.

We can't allow our employees
to lie.

We'll have to let them both go.

I'll bring them in here now.

Bill, before you do--

If they lied to us about this,

who knows
what they're capable of?

But if we gave them a chance--

Why would we do that?

Because I'm sure
they had their reasons.

Everyone who lies has reasons.

All I'm saying
is I'm sure

they would have
told the truth eventually.

And why would you be
so sure of that?

Because people can't live
with a lie forever.

So that's your decision?

Well, I think...

since you have spoken to Nancy,
I'll speak to Art.

We'll let them both know
that they are on notice

and then we move on.

To say that we are disappointed

would be an understatement.

I don't recall ever seeing
Dr. Masters so upset.

I can explain.

I'm uninterested
in your reasons for lying.

If it were up to Dr. Masters
you would be fired.

And I agree with him.

But given I have

a more compassionate nature--

I can see that you do.

I might be willing to fight
for you and Nancy

but it would require you
never lying to us again.

Yes, that is understood.

And I would also have to know
that you understand

the importance in this office
of discretion,

and for example,
I would need to know

that you would never mention
to anyone

seeing me last night.

Last night?

Of course not.

I--I have no intention.

What you saw...

Well, my husband and I,

we have an agreement,

an arrangement,

and that is nobody's business
but our own.

Please,
you don't have to explain.

In the interest
of never lying again,

I'll tell you
I'm also in an open marriage.

So I judge no one, ever,

when it comes
to these things.

All right then.

So we understand each other.