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Masters of Sex...

I told them the truth.

What did they say?

They just packed their stuff
and left.

Why are you doing this?

Perhaps I should
just talk to your boss.

For some reason,
he's gotten it into his head

that I don't pass muster.

It can't be a coincidence
that it happened

right after my fiancée
called off our wedding.

The Clavermores have travelled
all the way from Philadelphia.

Dr. Masters and Mrs. Johnson
are unreachable today.

Why don't I begin
your intake?

Was Virginia the boss
in bed, too?

Nance, come on.

I vividly remember telling you
that you needed to be honest

with your wife about what
did not happen between us.

They've got the whole place
wired.

Honey, did you have
a bad dream?

I don't think he even saw you,
thank God.

Why would it be so bad
if he did see me?

There are reasons
that we shouldn't be together.

Reasons that I am no longer
afraid to say.

What is your position
on dinner?

My favorite meal
of the day.

I mean how would you
like to take me to dinner?

The prosecution has sent
over a new witness list.

There's a name on it
I don't recognize.

Works as a bellhop
at the Park Chancery Hotel.

Park Chancery?

Yeah, they're going
to call him to testify

Virginia Johnson and I
have been meeting

at the Park Chancery.

I would be willing
to discuss a plea.

I know what you did, Bill,
and I know why you did it.

Finally we are back
where we belong, together.

♪ sultry music ♪

♪ soft music ♪

Virginia...

I should have called first.
I know.

Did I leave something
at the office?

Did you...?
Oh, no.

I, uh, I have just gotten
some good news.

And I wanted to share it
with you soon as I heard.

May I come in?

Um, sure.

You have a cat.

Yeah, Ernie.

Well, I've, uh,
I've been calling him Ernie.

I, uh, I recently found out

Miss Julie.

You know, they have apartments
that come already furnished.

Oh, no, this was furnished.
It was quite cluttered.

So I stacked everything up
and threw a cover on it.

You know, I've tried
to simplify things.

Well, you would be surprised
how little it takes

to make a place
feel like a home.

Coffee table comes in handy.

Maybe...sofa

for when you have guests.

Uh, you wanted to celebrate?

Yes, uh, I just heard
from Arnold Ketterman

at Little Brown.

Uh, he wants to move ahead
with publishing the new book.

Oh, wow,
that is good news.

It's terrific news.

The book was as good as dead
a week ago.

I suppose it was my trip
to New York made the difference.

Do you have champagne glasses?

Um, I don't know.

Maybe there's some
in the closet.

Uh, well I think
this may be your best option.

What about you?

Oh, uh,
after months of AA,

um, drinking has begun
to lose its appeal.

But don't let that
stop you.

In fact, uh,
when you came in,

I was just on my way out
to a meeting.

You're welcome to--
to take the cup.

You're still doing that?
AA?

Uh-huh.

Sobriety is a journey,
not a destination.

- Hey.
- Oh, my God, Bill.

You scared me half to death.

Baxter and I thought
it was an intruder.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Can I fix you a drink?

Uh, I hope you're not here

expecting a repeat performance
of last week.

No, you made it very clear,

uh, there'd be no encores...
in that regard.

So I-I thought we could watch
the, uh,

The Tonight Show together.

When was the last time
we did that?

Before we filed for divorce.

Does the TV in your apartment
not work?

I-I had to get out
of the apartment.

I was feeling, you know...

- ...claustrophobic.
- You live alone.

Well, that's
just it, yeah.

I mean, I, you know, I...

I feel alone...
there.

That's why
I-I'm gonna ask Barton

to come back to the clinic.

You know, he's been
such a constant in my life.

Like family.

And since our family
is no longer what it was,

and, uh,

Virginia and I are--
are no longer what we were--

Might I suggest
that you consider dating.

Dating? Libby.

Why not?
I am.

Who?

Bram Keller.

Bram Keller...

...asked you out?

My--my defense attorney,
Bram Keller?

Well, actually,
I asked him.

I hope it isn't awkward.

Awk--no.
Why--

why would it be awkward?

It's just a date, Bill.

And I think it is
a healthy next step for me,

as it would be for you.

"Friar Bill"--it does have
a certain ring to it.

All that's missing
from his apartment

is a monk's robe
and a hair shirt.

I do appreciate the drink.
And the company.

Better than going home.

Plus you cleared things up
with Nancy.

I'm not one to hold a grudge.

Especially against
a colleague.

How is it possible
Bill Masters has a cat?

Honestly, I-I find that man
completely inscrutable.

And I have always
understood him,

but these past few months,
he's been--

Well, he's in the middle
of a divorce.

That doesn't explain this.

Come on. Erratic,
uncharacteristic behavior,

isolating himself from those
with whom he was once close.

Yes, traditionally those would
be symptoms

of a man coming out
of a long marriage,

but every marriage
is different.

For example, I nearly sent out
celebration notices

when I got divorced.

Each time.

But even an unfulfilling
marriage can provide

a certain kind of,
uh, stability.

At Kinsey, we found men
typically took divorce

much harder than women.

And women were able to establish
new routines, create new lives.

Whereas husbands, used to
having their laundry pressed,

dinners cooked,
they floundered without wives.

And yet here you are,

eating Chinese food
at the office

while your wife is--
where is Nancy tonight?

Thank you for reminding me.

Here I'd gone
a whole three minutes

without thinking
of Nancy's "dinner"

with her old college "friend,"
Bruce.

My point is,

Bill's relationship that most
resembled a true marriage

was with me.

I was his work wife.

And since work
was always his life--

But now he's remarrying,
thanks to you.

My wife.
His new work wife.

He keeps telling Nancy

he wants her involved
in everything.

Every aspect
of the clinic.

Bob?

Hey, Bob.
Wake up.

Just the man
I wanted to see.

It's a beautiful place
you have!

Must be 800 square feet!

Can you just keep your voice
down a little, Bob?

It's 12:30 in the morning.

Do you even know how much
this kind of square footage

would go for in Manhattan?

I'll have you coffee
in a minute.

Your speech.
Let's talk about your speech.

My speech?

At--at the courthouse
last week.

"No two human beings
would paint the same painting."

How true is that?

On a scale of one to ten,
ten being the truest,

how true is that?

I say 12,
off the scale.

You're very kind.

"A being's sexual response

isn't formed
on the assembly line.

There is no shape
that it must take."

You memorized it?

And I've decided we're going
to use it as the forward

to the--
your book.

Because it's so true,
what you said.

"There is no norm.
There is only deviation."

Did you mean that?

Is there someone
I should be calling, Bob?

Let them know
where you are?

I don't know where I am.

Well, you're in St. Louis.

No, no.

No, that's not
what I mean.

I mean...

...it sounds so stupid,
but...

...I'm lost.

I'm almost 40 years old

and about to lose the only shot
I'll ever have at a family.

She left me once.

If she leaves me again,
it's--it's for good.

She being?

Cherlyn.
My fiancée.

She's the reason I'm here.

I need you to fix me, Doc.

I need you to see me,
see us, as patients.

So, can--can you fit us in
tomorrow?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Bad night?

- I got a couple hours sleep.
- Mm.

She was kicking a lot.

He's impatient.

She's strong-willed.

Mm.
He's just like his mother.

I had a dream
my folks were here again.

Oh, honey,
I'm so sorry.

No, it wasn't a sad dream
this time.

Well, who cried? 'Cause someone
always ends up crying.

No one.
Not even me.

I mean,
they still rejected me,

rejected us,
but when they left,

I waved good-bye
and they blew me a kiss.

And it was really--
it was really okay.

And I wasn't sad anymore.

'Cause when I turned around,
you and our baby girl

were standing there.

That's when I knew
how happy I was.

How happy we're gonna be.

Just me, you, and Sweetpea.

A family.

Aren't we lucky?

A whole dream,

and that baby
never once complained

that he's tired
of being called a "she"?

No, not once.

But you'll be able to take it up
with her very shortly.

Hey, how shortly?

You were out late.

I got bogged down
at the office.

I started to think maybe
you were spending the night

somewhere else.

How's Bruce?

He made tenure, so...

...that was mostly
dinner conversation.

And he came bearing gifts.

Uh, this is for me?

Perfect color for your eyes.

Julia must have
picked it out

since Bruce has
zero fashion sense.

How thoughtful.

I hope you told him
I'm sorry I missed him.

Well, he doesn't fly out
until tomorrow,

so he wants to take the two
of us out to dinner tonight.

He's dying to catch up
with you.

Hmm.

I can have the bedspread,
stemware, and china delivered.

And maybe rush-delivered,
since it sounds like Dr. Masters

is eating all of his meals
from an antique teacup.

Yes, I think if we wait
for Dr. Masters

to order all of this
for himself--

He's constitutionally
incapable.

He's straight.

Cases for review.

And is Dr. Masters'
color palette warm or cool?

Color palette?

It's fine.
I'll be the wife.

Oh, I have never been
so happy

to see someone
in my entire life.

Get over here.
Give me a hug.

God, what a mess.

Can I help you unpack?

Well, you can keep me company
while I do.

You look well, honey.

And you look friendly,
which will be

a-a welcome change
around here.

Well, Bill would be the first
to admit

he doesn't have
the most genial bedside manner.

Okay, it's not that.
It's the--

No, no,
I'm not gonna complain.

Not--not on your first day
back.

Oh.

Okay, so...

...when Dr. Masters
first hired me,

I was told that I was
being brought on as his partner.

But he and Virginia,
they always find a way

to go back
to working together,

so Art and I,
we're always left out.

Well, I'm sure
it's not intentional.

Do you know
they tape everything?

Oh, they've been taping
sessions for years.

For archival purposes.

Oh, I'm not talking
about that.

I'm talking about taping
the staff.

Recording
private conversations.

Look, I am so grateful
you recommended me for this job,

b-but I also--
I-I can't help feeling

like there's something strange
going on between them.

Bill and Virginia have been
working together

for over a decade.

You and Art have been here
for a month.

Give it some time.

You'll find your way.

Dr. Scully?
Betty just telephoned.

She and Helen are on their way
to the hospital.

She says it's time.

Oh.
Excuse me.

I will tell Mr. Spleeb
when he gets back from court.

Right.
Thank you.

When I said dinner,

I wasn't imagining
the early bird special.

Actually,
I've come hat in hand.

I need to reschedule
for tonight.

I've got a last-minute
work dinner, but--

Don't say another word.

I am very familiar
with "last-minute work dinners."

One of Bill's old standbys.

Not as common as
"late night at the office,"

but easier to refute than
"stuck in traffic."

Believe me,
I've used them all,

but this time I mean it.

It's a client and his wife,

and normally I'd be thrilled
to have you on my arm--

Except for some strange reason,

you're prevented
from including me.

Wait, let me guess.

They are...communists.

No, they're lepers.

They're nudists.

Oh, well,
points for originality.

Libby,
I care about this first date.

I don't want it to be
a steak dinner

surrounded by nude people.

And why not?

- Because I'm such a prude.
- No.

Because I see
a little bare skin

and I have to retire
to my fainting couch.

- That's not fair.
- Smelling salts at the ready.

Fine.
I'll pick you up at 5:30.

♪ upbeat music ♪

Although, if you've never
spent time around nudists,

I'd suggest bringing
those smelling salts,

just in case.

How do you think Dr. Masters
feels about demitasse?

Guy,
why is the initial interview

for the Clavermores
already completed?

Filled out
by Art and Nancy?

Uh, right.

Mr. and Mrs. Monopoly,
I remember them.

There was a schedule snafu.

They came in while you
and Dr. Masters were in court.

Well, then you should have
rescheduled them,

not pawned them off
on other doctors.

I think "pawned off"
is a strong term.

Plus,
it was Dr. Leveau's idea.

Well, then let's go look
at the calendar

in case Dr. Leveau
has generously taken

other cases off our hands.

And how did you two meet?

It was a blind date.

Yeah, we both agreed
we would carry umbrellas

so we would recognize
each other.

Then it started raining.

There wasn't a person
on that block

without an umbrella.

Guy, why is Nancy sitting in

on a book meeting
with Little Brown?

It's not a book meeting.

Then why is Bob Drag
in there?

I can't tell you,
it's confidential.

He's impotent.

Uh, Miss Green,
Bob mentioned that you recently

broke off your engagement.

Only for a few weeks.
It was a hiatus, really.

Was there
a precipitating incident?

Not really, no.

Miss Green?

Did you feel there was
a precipitating incident?

Uh, well,
we hadn't made love in months.

Because of his...

Impotence.

But as I explained
to Cherlyn, luckily for us,

I happen to know the world's
foremost experts on the subject.

We're here to sort this out,

so we can marry,
have children.

The time apart,
it renewed our commitment.

Well, you seem a lot more
hopeful, Bob,

than when I spoke to you
last night.

Last night?

I thought you were out at a
Little Brown function all night.

I was.
He just means we spoke by phone.

Three centimeters dilated.

Oh, that's good, right?

That's right where
we want you to be.

Uh, what about the blood?

There was a lot of blood
when her water broke.

Oh, it's perfectly normal to see
some spotting at this point.

You told the nurses you were
concerned about your vision.

Oh, yeah, well,
I was seeing spots

and my head's been pounding.

Mm, I suspect that has to do
with your blood pressure.

It's within normal range,
but we'll keep an eye on it.

Now the baby is still breech,
so at this point,

there's a 50/50 chance

we'll need to perform
a Caesarean.

Well,
Caesareans are on the rise.

I read it in Woman's Day.

Now we're talking
about surgery?

Routine surgery.
She'll be awake, comfortable.

The only difference
is a slightly longer recovery.

I'm gonna take you in now,
Helen.

Uh, Betty, the nurse will show
you to the waiting room.

Oh, I-I'm not going
to the waiting room.

I'm staying with her.

Oh, yeah,
she's staying with me.

It's hospital policy.

Not even husbands are allowed
in the delivery room.

We'll get you in here
as soon as the baby comes.

I promise.

♪ soft music ♪

Sweetpea and I have everything
under control.

I'm just a bit confused

as to why I wasn't brought in
on this.

A standard impotence case?

A case involving the publisher
of our book is,

by definition,
non-standard.

I meant the facts of the case
are relatively straightforward.

Although I did find Bob
at my door last night,

passed out,
smelling like a distillery.

Then he shows up here today
acting as if it never happened.

That was my experience
with him in New York.

One moment, he's this
buttoned-up professional.

The next, he's groping me
in front of his colleagues.

I don't know
how well-founded they are,

but the rumors around his office
are that he's a homosexual,

and that's why his engagement
was broken off.

He did go on last night
about the speech

I made at the courthouse
about our embrace of deviancy.

I-I did not sense any indication
of homosexual tendencies.

And that's not your fault.

Hey, you're still new
to this work.

What you'll learn is how
to pay attention to details.

Well, details are what
the intake process is for,

and we've yet to begin that.

Of course,
but given the sensitivity

of this particular case,

it makes most sense for us
to conduct the intake ourselves.

Well, Nancy is perfectly capable
of conducting an intake.

Oh, I'm sure she is.

Oh, yes, she and Art did
an excellent job

on the interview with
the Clavermores in our absence.

You and Art
took the Clavermores?

They'd come all the way
from Philadelphia.

Typically, the Clavermores
are the types of patients

that we cultivate as donors.

Well, after being on
the wait list for months,

were we supposed
to turn them away?

No,
just reschedule them.

Unless you disagree, Bill.

You should have consulted
with us before seeing them.

I need to think about this,

how to handle the Clavermores
from here on out.

Nancy,
could you give us a moment?

Yeah.

Anyway, I think that we should
double-team Drag.

If we're right,
and he is a homosexual,

I'm sure between
the two of us--

Virginia, we can't keep
yanking Nancy off these cases.

I'm not saying every case.

The entire reason for bringing
Nancy and Art

into the clinic
was to help.

Yes, but just like in
in the Bucksey case,

there are certain instances
where it's much more effective

for us to work together.

Drag showed up at your door
in a very vulnerable state.

He was open with you.

But he was also open
with me in New York.

I really believe that

together we can coax
the truth out of him.

Virginia?

- Virginia?
- Yes?

I'd like to have a word
with you.

This is really not
the appropriate time or place

for a discussion.

I, uh, I just need
some clarification.

Hey. What exactly was I hired
to do here?

If you are going to constantly
remove me from my own cases,

then what--what is my role
at this practice?

Your role is to support
Dr. Masters as his partner.

Well, except when you're
his partner.

In some instances, yes.

- And who determines that?
- I do.

Dr. Masters does.

I'm sorry, Nancy, have you ever
run a business of your own?

Ever built a practice
from nothing?

I wouldn't want to burden you
with the details,

like securing research space--

You didn't do that.

Dr. Masters told me
he secured this space.

Well, aside from that
technicality which, frankly,

is debatable,
you need to understand

that there are many factors
that we weigh

in every decision
that we make here.

Although the main factor
with me, for you,

is that I am a woman.

I'm not sure
I know what you mean.

You are competing with me.

It's an understandable,
if disappointing reaction.

Women get such a small slice
of the pie,

they tend to fight over it,

rather than make
the slice bigger.

- Or share.
- First of all, I hate pie.

Secondly,
you're speaking to a woman

who has spent
the last 12 years

bringing women
out of the Dark Ages.

There's no greater advocate
for women.

In theory.
This is practice.

Look, I respect everything
you've accomplished.

It's why I'm here.

I just want
to know where I stand.

Wherever we tell you to.

Knowing you as we do, Bob,

it's clear to us both that
you deeply love your fiancée.

I do, which is why
this impotence is so...

So, when did the impotence first
manifest itself with Miss Green?

It really only started
the last couple of months.

Any idea what brought it on?

Stress? You saw what things
were like at Little Brown.

Yes,
that is one busy office.

Although, stress is only one
of the many

possible causes
of impotence.

Were there any episodes
with previous partners?

Never.

And your previous partners,
how many have there been?

I know,
a gentleman doesn't count.

And you're not the type
to notch the bedpost.

Hardly.

Uh, three or four, maybe.

Three or four?

You can't be certain
of the exact amount?

It may be five.

Actually, yes, I have been
sexually with five women.

And the men
that you've been with,

how many were there?

It's a standard question.

Have you had sexual experiences
with men?

Well, the answer is no.

Obviously.

Uh, men, no.

Boys, perhaps?

I mean when you were
also a boy.

Anything you discuss
in this room...

Remains strictly
confidential.

I have nothing to hide.

And that...

...that boy...

...one boy.
Once.

When I had just turned 16.

He was a year ahead of me.

He was your classmate.

At boarding school.

It wasn't even sexual.

Not really.
Just...games.

We were playing.

And how many times
did you engage--

Like I said,
a couple times.

Did you have feelings for him?

Feelings? What do feelings mean
when you're 16?

Oh, they can mean
a great deal.

Let's talk about the others.

There are no others.
It was just the one boy.

He graduated the next year.
I never saw him again.

But you still think
about it.

No.

Well, from time to time.

When you're with
your fiancée?

Not if I can help it.

Does it help you
to achieve erection?

No.

Y--yes.

I don't know.

So, just sometimes you find

the memory of this boy arousing.

I find it nauseating.

And sometimes arousing.

But mostly, I find it shameful
and abhorrent.

We would recommend, Bob,

before beginning any kind
of sexual therapy...

That you speak
with a psychiatrist.

We find in cases where
there's latent homosexuality--

I am not a homosexual.

I read your books.

Men have impotence
for all sorts of reasons.

Their parents are too strict,

or they go to church
too many times.

Homosexuality
is a bit different.

How?
I just want it out of my head.

Just like all those other
suffering men.

Have you never wanted
to stop

wanting what you want

because you know
it will only cause you misery?

That is all
I am asking for.

Oh. It's lovely here.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, my.

Garden of Eden.

Good afternoon.

Happy fishing.

Mr. Keller.

Welcome to paradise.

Virginia found out
we did the initial interview

with the Clavermores.

She pitched a fit to Masters

and now it's very likely
we'll be taken off the case.

Well, we knew
that was a possibility.

I'm sure that interview
is on tape.

And obviously,
no one's heard it yet,

or else we'd be packing
our things.

Just find it
and get rid of it.

But all the tapes
are in Lester's office,

under lock and key.

Figure it out, Art.
Please.

If we leave here,
it is because we decide to go,

not because we're fired.

When someone says
something's 50/50,

that's supposed to mean
it's not gonna happen.

Dr. Scully feels that a
C-section in Miss Schiff's case

guarantees the best outcome
for mother and child.

Okay, well,
then I-I gotta see her.

Unfortunately, visiting hours
for friends are very restricted.

I am not her...friend.

A C-section is almost
routine.

No, I-I used to perform
two of them a day.

Sometimes without even
a lunch break.

No, nothing's going the way
it's supposed to.

The baby is breech, there was
blood when her water broke--

Howie and Jenny
both were born breech.

And spotting can indicate
any number of things,

most of them innocuous,

as I'm sure Dr. Scully
already told you.

Look, why--
why don't I come down?

Oh, that's okay.
I'm fine.

Well, it's nerve-racking
being alone.

I'm not exactly alone.
Well, not for long.

For all of her powers
of intuition,

I know my Helen a lot better
than she knows herself,

and no matter what she says,
I can hear it in her voice,

so I'm gonna call 'em.

I'm gonna call her folks.

We will eventually meet

with Masters and Johnson,
won't we?

Of course, Mr. Clavermore.

As soon as they return,

well, unless you wish to
continue the process with us.

What Dr. Leveau and I
have to offer

is something unique.

As a married couple ourselves,

something that Masters
and Johnson are not...

Lester, sorry, I...

...I wa--I was just...

Here, let me help.

- Jesus.
- It's not what you think.

Who is she?

That's Jane.

Your wife?

I'm gathering evidence
of her affair

with Corky St. Angeles,
an oily, thick-headed asshole.

How long have you been
shooting them?

18 months.

But the real question is,
and what I want to know,

how do you do it?

Do what? I don't take pictures
of my wife with other men.

But you let her be
with other men.

Doesn't seem to bother you.

It's right out there
in the open.

Lester,
that's a rather personal--

Oh, please.

You invited the whole office to
a swinger's party at your house.

Let's not pretend you're
Ward Cleaver all of a sudden.

I'm asking you.

How do you keep your wife's
cheating from eating you up?

It's an agreed-upon
arrangement.

Well, that's clear as mud.

Thank you for the insight.

You know, if you've been
watching them for 18 months,

Lester,
it's because you want to.

You're a watcher.

I don't see why
we shouldn't take the case.

You mean, aside from the fact
that Bob is a homosexual?

Is it a fact?

I mean, based on a single
dalliance from 25 years ago?

He said he did it once,

and then he said
he did it a few times.

I went to boarding school,
Virginia.

It's not uncommon for boys
to experiment sexually

with other boys.

It's understood that these
are games, horsing around.

The vast majority of boys
who engage in those experiences

went on to become well-adjusted
heterosexual adults.

And the man
who showed up drunk

at your apartment
in the middle of the night,

did he seem particularly
well-adjusted to you?

His fiancée knows nothing
about this.

And it would be a condition
of our treating them

that he would have
to tell her.

How is this not
conversion therapy,

trying to reconstruct the object
of a patient's desire?

But that--that is exactly
the point, Virginia.

It's not an object of desire.
It's a fixation.

Maybe even obsession.

You know,
the word "desire" suggests

that the object in question

brings him any satisfaction
at all,

which it does not,
which it never has.

It has only ever
brought him suffering.

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Guy, is there a reason
the restroom is locked?

Yes.

There is a reason.

- Just apply--
- I need to speak with you.

Dr. Masters and I are in the
middle of a conversation, Nancy.

Is there something you need?

Yeah, there is, in fact.

Obviously, I need to apologize
to Virginia,

whom I've apparently offended
to the point

that she's locked me out
of the ladies' room.

So I'm sorry. Sorry Art and I
ever threw that party.

Sorry we presumed
to invite our coworkers.

More than anything, I am sorry
that of all the women

whose coats Art could have
picked that night,

he chose yours.

Because ever since
you two had sex, Virginia,

you have completely
and irrevocably turned on me.

Could you ask Art
to come in here, please?

Before you say anything--

In some moments, it's better
not to say anything at all.

- Well, I didn't--
- This is one of those moments.

Could you close the door,
please?

What happened between the two of
us the night of your party, Art?

This sounds like
Perry Mason.

I'm asking you to describe
what happened.

We went to bed together.

And by "went to bed together,"
do you mean that we had sex?

Did we have sex, Art?

Any sort
of physical contact at all?

We did not.

Well, so glad
we could clear that up.

I-I would just like
to say--

That won't be necessary.

We're not going
to discuss this?

I told Bob I would call him
with our decision right away.

So now you're angry
with me?

Because Art lied?

I'm--I'm not angry
with you, Virginia.

Look, I'm sure you feel guilty
enough without my piling on.

Why would I feel guilty?

You should have left that party
as soon as you knew what it was.

Instead, you spend the night
with an employee, in his bed.

Regardless of what actually
happened in that room,

you put your reputation

and the reputation
of the clinic at risk.

But I suspect
you already know that.

I do, yes.

And you're right.

I have made
some questionable choices.

Maybe it's one
of my terrible talents.

Some wayward
game show contestant

always picking
the wrong door.

One wrong door
was lying to you about Dan.

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But I didn't do it
to keep you at bay, Bill.

At least, not entirely.
I was also ashamed.

And I'd gotten distracted

by Dan...

...once again proving
my complete inability

to choose the right thing,

even when the right thing
is standing right there,

staring me in the face.

So what really happened
that night,

with Art,
sitting in that bedroom,

was clarity.

That the one person in my life
who has seen me,

all of me--the imperfections,
ambitions, scars--

And still loves me,

in spite of them,
maybe even because

of my terrible talents...

...was you.

I need--I need to call Bob.
I promised him I would.

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- The barbecue is to die for.
- Mm-hmm.

Our chef
comes from Louisiana.

Ah. And is the kitchen staff
also without, um...?

Oh, of course not.
All our workers have papers.

I'm helping Richard and Kitty

'cause the neighbors
bringing suit

are claiming a violation
of zoning laws

based on the sale
of food and wine.

Really, it's just
a thinly veiled crusade

against "obscenity."

It's a textbook
First Amendment case.

Outdated community standards
attempting to infringe

on the free speech
of law-abiding citizens.

Um, well,
what do you mean by "speech"?

I mean, what could you
possibly be saying?

You're just not wearing clothes.

I don't know much about wine,
but am I--

If I wore a hammer
and sickle lapel pin

and a Third Reich helmet,

wouldn't I be
saying something?

Well, in that case, yes.

Clothing, more than any other
social construct, defines us.

Whereas communal nudity is
the ultimate declaration

- of self-respect.
- Okay.

But you're not zoned
to sell food and wine,

and as long as that's true,
they can shut you down.

Well, Libby, there's not
a county in Missouri

that would grant them
a liquor license.

When I was volunteer at CORE,
we had Negro nightclubs

being shut down
all the time

for alleged zoning law
violations.

- What was the solution?
- Vouchers.

A ticket system whereby patrons
didn't pay

for food and drink
with actual money.

But make a suggested donation
at check-in for the cause.

- Exactly.
- If you implement something

like that, I can get us
a judgment in our favor.

You two are quite the pair.

We need another one of these
to cogitate on this clever idea.

I wish we could,
but we have a long drive.

Oh, nonsense.
The road's far too dark now.

And we have an open cabin.

Well, I have an overnight bag
in my trunk.

I don't, but, um,

maybe I don't need one.

- Where have you been?
- Out.

Uh, do you know
how worried I was?

You just disappeared
after that meeting.

I-I couldn't find you
in the office,

so I came here,
you weren't here.

So I went back to the office.

I was with Bruce.

We had dinner plans,
remember?

Look, Nancy,
I'm sorry.

For missing dinner?
Don't worry about it.

Since you weren't there,
we decided to skip the meal

and just go
to his hotel room.

So you're punishing me now?

No, Art,
I'm being honest with you.

An open marriage can't work

if we can't be open
with each other.

I know.

So just tell me the truth, Art.

About Virginia.

We had sex.

Of course she's denying it
in front of Bill.

What do you expect?

It probably was inappropriate
for two coworkers

to do what we did
and she knows it,

and so now, she's trying to save
her own ass.

Yeah, she seemed pretty certain
about what happened.

Come on, Nancy, you don't go
to a coat party

just to get some shut-eye
on a firmer mattress.

Who are you
gonna believe here?

A woman who has gone
out of her way

to thwart and embarrass you
every chance she gets,

or your own husband?

Why don't you tell me
what happened then?

We agreed not to do that
anymore.

- I don't ask you--
- This is different.

Come on,
I need to know.

She--she was uncomfortable
at first.

Hesitant.

I tried to get her
more relaxed.

Told her she was my boss,

we would do only
what she wanted,

and--and that's when
it clicked for her.

She took control.

As my superior.

She wouldn't let me
touch her.

She was only interested
in my pleasure.

I'm listening.

She pushed me onto the bed.

Lying down?

Sitting.
On the edge.

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She undid my tie.

And then she dropped
to her knees.

Like this?

Then what?

She closed her eyes
and just...

...consumed me.

- Sorry, is something--
- Your pajamas.

Bill has the exact same pair.

Oh, how funny.

Well, unfortunately
I don't have another pair.

Oh.

Well, I can think

of a very simple solution
to that problem.

Maybe we should slow down
a bit.

Believe me, I'm as surprised
to hear those words

coming out of my mouth
as anyone.

Usually at this point
in the date,

I'm silently scanning the room
making note of nearest exits

planning my escape route
in the morning.

But, uh, no, hey.

I like you, Libby.

I don't want to rush this.

I'm sorry, was that supposed
to be romantic?

What?

In the course of a day,
we've gone from dinner

to a sleepover to you
suddenly proposing marriage.

- I'm not proposing--
- I'm not interested

in waiting till
our wedding night

to see if the sex between us
is any good.

Okay then,
I take it back.

If you want to have sex
tonight...

Not anymore.
Good night, Bram.

♪ soft dramatic music ♪

What are you doing?

Strolling.

Like that?

Does it make you uncomfortable?

No.
No, it doesn't.

You just...
consistently surprise me.

Yes, well,
I surprise myself lately.

I don't know exactly what it is
that I'm looking for,

but I do know
that I want it to be passionate.

I want to find a man
where there's real sexual...

...chemistry.

What are you doing?

Bill, I-I thought that you were
in a session with Nancy.

After this afternoon,
I-I canceled

the rest
of the day's appointments.

I was gonna check in
on Betty and Helen.

Well, I should be going.

You left something
on the desk.

You can open that later.

What is it?

Well, it's a--
it's a surprise.

It's our old room
at the Park Chancery.

I was hoping that you would
meet me there tonight.

The Park Chancery?

It's a time that we were
at our best.

The way we can be again.

For godssake, Virginia...

...I can't.

Because...?

Because you...

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...you don't love me.

What?

That is preposterous.

No, no, no, no, no.

You don't.
You just want me today.

I don't know, maybe because
I-I've stopped pursuing you.

Or be--because Dan is gone,
I'm the only option left.

Or because it's just easier with
me because I'm always there.

But what happens tomorrow,

when you wake up and, uh,

oh, you want someone else?

Bill, that's not going
to happen.

I don't trust you, Virginia.

I can't.

Ever again.

Uh, you didn't have to come.

Well, I'm actually here
for the cafeteria food.

I do love
those Jell-O squares.

Is everything all right
with you, Doc?

Of course.

So has Barton been out?

Last update was, uh,
an hour ago.

They were still waiting
on the anesthesiologist.

Right.

Um, I called Helen's folks.

Oh, what did they say?

Turns out they think
Helen would've married

the captain of the football team
if I hadn't lured her

into a life of sin
and debauchery.

So I said, "Fine.
Fine, but blame me.

Blame me for everything.
Don't punish your own daughter.

Your own grandchild.
What are you thinking?"

You said all that?

After they hung up,
but yeah.

It--it's hard to see,
sometimes.

See what?

Well, they don't see
what you and Helen have done.

That you've made a family.

Is he okay?
Is he healthy?

She is perfect.
Congratulations.

She.

Betty has to see her.

We can send Betty
to the nursery.

We're taking your daughter
there now

while we clean you up
and make you comfortable.

But can Betty sit
with me first, in here, please?

♪ soft music ♪

Please.

We paid for one Butterfinger
three times.

- Miss DiMello?
- Y-yes, is it over?

Is--is everything okay?

The baby's fine.

Oh, my God.
Thank you.

Miss Schiff has requested your
presence in the delivery room.

Dr. Scully agreed.

Actually, I'm Dr. Masters.

Dr. Scully is part
of my practice.

I'll escort Miss DiMello back.

Hey.

She's gorgeous.

Increase the sedation.

It's not cauterizing,
Dr. Scully.

Systolic?

240.

Pressure keeps dropping.

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You want some help, Barton?

Scrub up, Bill.

You need more exposure.

I can't see the vessels
to suture.

Three more bags
of platelets and another clamp.

Hey, hey,
my Grandma Pearl always says

that--that you shouldn't
rush a baby's name

'cause a baby
practically names herself.

And I had named our baby Harry.

Am I sick?

Nope, you're not sick.

You're just, um--

this is all normal
after you have a baby.

Doc Scully's taking
real good care of you.

- Something's wrong.
- No, nothing's wrong.

Nothing's wrong.
You're in the delivery room

and our baby's napping
in the nursery.

You're okay.

Everything's okay.

We're gonna be a family,
remember?

Remember?

Helen, stay with me.

I want my mom.

I want my mom.

We're gonna have to
take her now.

Guy called me.
I came as soon as I could.

Oh, God, what?

It's called D.I.C.

It means the blood
just won't clot.

We went through 16 bags.

No matter how much
we transfused,

or sutured,
or...

She just kept bleeding...

...until there was
no blood left.

Is Betty...?

Betty's with her.

The grandparents
made it clear.

Family only.