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on Masters of Sex...

I've seen the photographs.

Water-skiing
with Dody on your shoulders,

and then
at the end of the summer,

she broke your heart,
and you came back to me.

Ever since you two
had sex, Virginia,

you have completely
and irrevocably turned on me.

Could you ask Art
to come in here, please?

Did we have sex, Art?

Any sort of physical contact
at all?

We did not.

Have you had sexual
experiences with men?

- No.
- Boys perhaps?

I mean when you were
also a boy.

Once, when I had just turned 16.

You get out of AA
what you put in.

I could go
to some other meeting.

You will stay in my meeting.

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

Well, what choice
do we have?

It's either this
or nothin', right?

Actually, I might know someone

who's a whole lot better
than nothin'.

You're everything
a person could want...

- ...in a sperm donor.
- I would consider it.

She is perfect.
Congratulations.

Helen, stay with me.

I want my mom.

I want my mom.

Ma'am, the grandparents
made it clear,

family only.

It's our old room
at the Park Chancery.

- I can't.
- Because?

Because you don't love me.

You just want me today.
I don't trust you, Virginia.

♪ sultry music ♪

"I'm writing to you

because it seems
our talking of late

has left things more distant
between us than not.

That saddens me.

I'm also saddened to learn
that you no longer trust me.

That was quite an accusation."

"Dear Bill, seems we find
ourselves at an impasse,

and I write
in hopes of clearing the air.

I know there are things
that I have done

that have made it hard
for you to trust me,

but I have also
been hurt by you in the past,

and it is my greatest wish

to put those days behind us.

You can only trust me again
by being with me.

We must put in the time,
together,

to heal our collective hurts

and to find our way back
to each other again."

♪ soft music ♪

Disseminated intravascular
coagulation is confirmed

as the cause
for organ failure.

Based on your presentation,
Dr. Scully,

we find you took
all necessary precautions

and performed impeccably

before, during,
and after delivery.

Did they even read
my report?

From the moment Helen
was admitted to the hospital,

she was concerned
about spotting,

problems with her vision--

Well, that's why you took
her blood pressure

every 15 minutes.

I should have monitored it
more closely.

All vital signs
were perfectly normal

until after delivery.

I didn't see
the warning signs.

There were
no warning signs.

There was nothing
you could have done.

Barton, this isn't
the first time you and I

have sat in that room.

The patient
was 31 weeks pregnant.

She presented
with bleeding and cramps.

I did an exam; I recognized the
placental abruption immediately.

By the time she was rushed
into hospital,

the baby had stopped moving.

The hemorrhaging got worse.

Two hours later,
the patient was dead.

You handed me your resignation
the next day.

And you refused to accept it,

because I'd been
proven innocent.

Yet after all these years,

there is a part of me
that still isn't convinced.

I don't know
how to forgive myself.

I'm just going
to be direct about this.

The only way
you're gonna get that out

is with vinegar
and baking soda.

- Oh, shit.
- Actually,

there's something else that
I wanted to discuss with you.

You know, obviously, things
have been a bit strained

between us
these past few weeks,

and obviously,
if you had told Nancy the truth

about our night together

instead of lying to her
and to me,

all of this unpleasantness

could have been avoided.

It did create
something of a rift

between me and Nancy.

Well, I may be able
to help with that.

From now on, you and Nancy
should be partnered.

Working side by side,

sharing your passion
for the work,

I think that could go
a long way

to repairing things
between you two.

Thank you
for thinking of us.

I'm guessing that means you'd be
partnered again with Bill?

Well, it would
logically follow.

And have you seen him
with Nancy lately?

Some days, I worry she actually
has become his shadow.

I wouldn't worry yourself
about that, Art.

That's for me to sort out.

All right.

Let's resign ourselves
to each other, shall we?

Let's even go one better
and help each other.

And how exactly
are you helping me?

Well, let's start
back at the beginning.

By giving you an opportunity
to partner with your wife.

♪ soft playful music ♪

I want the Clavermores back.

Nancy's struggled to find
her footing here from the start,

to make a place for herself.

She feels that she's been
constantly undercut.

- Which is not true.
- Getting the Clavermores back

would go a long way
to making her feel her work here

is valued--
and not just by Bill.

It wouldn't hurt you either,
would it?

Being able to bring your wife
a big case like that.

Like a cat dropping
a dead mouse

on his owner's welcome mat.

You get Bill back.
I help my wife.

Everybody gets
what they want.

Have you discussed this
with Art?

No, not a word.

Mm, to be honest,

the two of us
are barely speaking.

I wouldn't normally complain
about my own discomfort,

but I fear that our patients

are beginning to sense
the tension between us.

So what do you suggest we do?

I think there's only
one thing we can do.

Uh, reassign Art
to work with Nancy.

- Really?
- And before you assume

I have any
ulterior motives here,

rest assured, I don't.

My job is to see
to the welfare of the clinic.

That is what I'm doing here.

Virginia, you were the one
who was adamant

that you and I wouldn't continue
the day-to-day work together.

Yes, well, that was
before Art accused me

of having sex with him
to his wife.

So you're saying there is no way
to repair things with Art?

I really don't see
how that's possible.

Then we'll fire him.
Hire someone else.

Fire him? No.

Then Nancy would surely
follow him out the door,

and then we'd be starting
from scratch.

I'll partner with Art,
and you can work with Nancy.

How does that make
any sense, Bill?

Part of the effectiveness
of our technique

relies on having partners
of different sexes.

Well, it's also relied
on partners

from different
disciplinary backgrounds.

I'm an MD.

You brought a psychological
component to the work,

so why shouldn't you pair
with Nancy, a doctor,

and me with Art,
a psychiatrist?

Because pairing Art
with Nancy

in fact checks
both of those boxes:

gender and discipline.

Mm, it also means
the two people

with the least amount
of training

are on the same team.

I'm offering
to take Art off your hands.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Yes.

Yes, so it's settled, then.

Look, I just hope
you and Nancy

can find a way
to work together because--

it's my turn
to be honest now--

you're starting to get
a bit of a reputation.

A reputation?

For?

Being difficult.

Combative.
Paranoid, even.

- Paranoid? That's ridiculous.
- And surprising.

Considering
I've always relied on you

to be the one
who can talk to anyone,

put people at their ease.

Let me guess.
This is coming from--

It doesn't matter
who it's coming from.

It's there.

Well, I can assure you,

I have been

and will continue to be
very collaborative.

Good.

Then you and Nancy
should get along fine.

- Dr. Scully.
- Good morning.

I must say, everyone is
so happy to have you back

and yet so terribly sorry
about Helen.

That must have been
just devastating.

Oh, thank you, Guy.

Are those my first patients
of the day?

No, that's the homosexual
and his wife.

Dr. Masters and Dr. Dreessen
are treating them.

Hmm.

Hello, Nancy.
I have some good news.

In the world in general or...

I thought it might be
a nice idea

for us to take
some cases together,

so we will start tomorrow
with the Flemings.

Us? As in...

Something's happened.
What happened?

An opportunity has happened.

Uh, you've learned
from Dr. Masters.

Now it's time
for you to learn from me.

I thought we could try
that Italian place tonight.

Italian food outside
of New York City

is a contradiction
in terms.

Shouldn't they have moved on
to genitals at this point?

Well, they're-they're
taking things slowly.

I have an itch right there.
Can you...

Yeah.
A little lower.

To the left.

- Oh, yeah, that's it.
- Yeah.

There was a homosexual episode
in Mr. Drag's past?

As an adolescent.

He now claims to be
entirely heterosexual.

Hmm, no one
is entirely anything.

The Kinsey scale
taught me that.

We haven't used
the Kinsey scale

much in our work.

Well, I found it to be
a useful diagnostic tool

at the Institute.

The scale helps
the patient understand

that sexuality isn't binary;
it's fluid.

Truth is, none of us
is just one thing.

- Hmm.
- We're many things.

All at once.

Maybe you should conduct
your own intake with Mr. Drag.

But you and Mrs. Johnson
already have.

But your expertise may lead
to a different conclusion.

No, I-I-I think your perspective

could be quite useful
in this case.

I said
I didn't want pizza.

No, you said you didn't want
to go out for pizza.

But it turns out,

pizza travels now.

I heard on good authority

that you're not eating much.

Or at all.

That there are mountains of...

uneaten casseroles
in your refrigerator.

Yeah, they keep
droppin' 'em off.

Which is strange,

because between Virginia,
Barton, and Lester,

there's not a cook
in the bunch.

Well, Guy's been
cooking up a storm.

People are worried, Betty.

You wanna drink?

Turns out,
shock wears off after--

I don't know--
however long it's been.

Thirteen days.

And once it's gone,

oh, dear God,
what's left is so...

I feel like

a rabbit at the dog track
running around and around

just terrified,
confused, exhausted,

and I keep...

I keep turning to Helen

to say, "What happened?"

I turn to her
a hundred times a day.

God, I screwed up

so many things in my life.

But Helen was...

the one thing I got right.

We got each other right.

Not that everything
was all daffodils,

but there was never
a sliver of a doubt

that...

that we really
loved each other.

Because...

we really did.

Sometimes things
are so right,

you don't even think
to question them.

I suppose that's true.

I wouldn't know.

Never?

You never had a time
when everything was just right?

You know, in love, I mean.

There was a girl...

long ago.

When I was still in school.

Her name was Dody.

And, um...

And when I met her...

...suddenly I had
this feeling like...

...I could breathe

or, um....

like I was myself,

finally.

I don't know
why I'm saying this.

Please.

I want you to.

Okay.

Well, um...

one day,

Dody was at the hospital,

just simple appendicitis,

and so I left her some roses

and a note for her,

and in the note,

I asked her to marry me.

So I went over to the hospital
to pick her up,

and I-I was literally
floating on air.

Our entire lives ahead...

Such a...

a deep happiness.

And, uh...

...she was ice cold.

She didn't say anything to me.

Didn't mention my proposal.

Nothing.

We just sat there...

like two strangers.

♪ somber music ♪

After I dropped her off,

I never heard from her again.

What went wrong?

I have no idea.

But you didn't ask?

Why didn't you
just ask her,

"Why didn't you answer
my proposal?"

Uh...

I-I don't know.

Why would you not ask?

"It's been quite some time
since we last spoke."

"Dear Dody, has it really
been nearly 30 years?

How time flies."

"I hope this letter
finds you well.

I've considered writing you
now and then over the years,

curious to know
where life may have led you.

Turns out our alma mater has
kept better tabs on you than I,

which is
how I came to your address.

But I am writing you now
with the hopes of,

uh, clarity, I suppose.

Things ended so abruptly
between us,

and, to be honest,
I was never sure why.

Recently, I've experienced

a great number of changes
in my life.

In the process,
I have come to learn

that in order truly
to move forward,

one must first look back

and take inventory

of the various choices
one has made.

Anyway,
I hope to hear back from you

although will understand
if I don't,

lives being as complicated
and unpredictable as they are.

Either way,
I remain

sincerely yours,

Bill."

For a year now, I've been
experiencing terrible pain

during intercourse.

All right, and how
would you describe

the-the pain
that you've been--

Are you taking notes,
Mr. Fleming?

Is that a problem?

It's just,
we take the notes

so you can concentrate
on telling us

about what brings you here.

He just does it
to calm his anxiety.

His therapist gave it to him
as a coping mechanism.

There's certainly no reason

for you to be nervous,
Mr. Fleming,

but if it makes you
feel better,

I think, in this case,
we can make an exception.

All right, then.

Uh, in terms of the pain,
Mrs. Fleming,

how would you describe
the sensation?

It's like my vagina
is seizing up.

Almost like...

myotonia.

Okay, uh,
any other symptoms?

M-Y-O-T-O-N-I-A.

"Myotonia."

Anyway, does that
burning sensation

- begin at a certain point?
- Do you understand

the technical definition
of myotonia, Mr. Fleming?

An inability
to relax the muscle?

Hmm, that's
very impressive.

I wouldn't expect
a bank manager

to know that kind
of medical jargon.

Roger's father was a doctor.

Back to the pain.

Does it begin at a specific
point during intercourse?

The excitement phase.
Isn't that it, honey?

Well, sometimes plateau.

And interestingly enough,
at the moment of penetration,

that's when
my dyspareunia begins.

Your dyspareunia?

Will you excuse us
for a moment?

Could I have a word,
Dr. Leveau?

♪ playful tense music ♪

You do see what's
going on in there?

You mean that I can't
get a word in edgewise?

I-I have to be honest,
Virginia,

if this is the dynamic you
expect to establish between us--

Our "dynamic" really
isn't the point here,

since we clearly have
bigger fish to fry.

I did not mean
to speak over you.

I just suspect that
our charming couple in there

may not actually be a couple.

Because he-he's
writing things down

and knows medical terminology?

Because it's highly unusual

for a bank manager
and a housewife to--

Maybe they're just
a desperate couple

hoping to save
their marriage.

I mean, maybe the reason
they know your book

backwards and forwards
is because they've been

tearing it apart
searching for the answer.

Could be.

Or they could be here
for other reasons.

Well, how do we know
which one of us is right?

I'm sorry to pull rank so early
into our partnership, Nancy,

but I think we should probably
start with my hunch.

Louise?

I-I shouldn't have
just showed up like this.

I--you know what?

I probably shouldn't
have come at all.

No, no, no.
No, it's all right.

It's, uh--it's just,
not everyone here knows

that I attend AA meetings.

This isn't about AA.

- Really?
- Obviously, you're joking.

We're not, no.

No, the treatment
that we recommend

for cases such as yours,
dual dyspareunia,

is electroshock therapy

for both the husband
and the wife,

followed by divorce.

And that's
the usual protocol?

Yes, we use this

in about 80%
of our cases.

We even have
an ECT technician

as a full-time member
of our staff.

Oh, my.

Yes, we've turned it
into an in-house procedure.

So shall we get started?

- Started?
- Electroshock therapy?

Goodness, this is a lot
for us to digest.

So much so that
maybe it would be better

if we came back another day.

Well, what would be best
is if you told the truth.

Who do you work for?

The Post-Dispatch?

Maybe you're detectives?

In which case,
I should remind you

that the commissioner of police
does sit on our board.

So maybe I should just call him,

see if he knows anything
about this.

We're therapists.

Sex thera--
we want to be sex therapists.

We want to open our own clinic.

Shame on you for lying.

No, please,
take it as a compliment.

We are so impressed
by your work.

We're just trying to do
as much research as possible,

see how other therapists do it.

And you are by far the best,

although we are talking
to all the others.

What others?

Broken vertebrae.
How did this happen?

We left this bar
about three years ago

on his birthday.

I was drunk,
but he was drunker,

so I said, "Give me the keys,"
right?

And the last thing I remember

was the radio playing
"Hang On Sloopy"

when we pulled out
the parkin' lot.

The next thing I remember
is waking up

with a tracheal tube
down my throat in ICU

and finding out that James--

that my husband was paralyzed
from the waist down.

A-and I know
that AA is anonymous,

but I knew when you came
into my meeting

that you were
that famous sex guru.

I'm hardly a "sex guru," Louise,

and I--this is hardly
my area of expertise.

Right, but you specialize
in sexual dysfunction,

and sometimes he can get it up
and sometimes he can't,

and I was just hopin' you could
explain all this to me.

Well, um...

looking at
your husband's X-rays,

there's broken vertebrae
on the S4 and the S5.

His injury appears
to be partial,

which means there's some kind
of neural connection,

but it's probably haphazard,
so...

he can have erections,
but they can't be controlled

through thinking
sexual thoughts

or, uh...

manual stimulation.

Does that sound about right?

Well, as for touching him

in a sexual way,

we haven't tried that
since the accident.

James hasn't...

He hasn't been interested,
I guess is the word.

This has been
a very difficult transition

for him--for both of us.

He feels nothin'
down there, so...

So...

you're actually here
for more than an explanation.

Well, I did read up on you,

and I know that you're not one
to back down from a challenge,

so I suppose
what I'm askin'--

really, begging--
you for is...

some kind of hope.

It's very hard to know

what kind of sexual response
will be possible with James,

but the goal
in any case like this

would be to experiment
with neural rewiring.

Now, I know this is
a very new area of science,

but it would involve mapping
your husband's dermatomes--

um, areas on his skin
that correspond

with certain spinal nerves--

and then stimulating them

to try and generate
erotic feeling

that could lead to an erection.

Now, like I say,
this is all very new,

but sometimes
mapping can help us

to see where he feels
sexual arousal

in places aside from genitals

and then how it can be
reconnected

back to his genitals.

Well, okay, well,

that-that-that's
a start, right?

What it is,
is highly experimental.

I-I-I've never taken
a case like this.

And the process would not be
for the faint of heart.

Plus there's no promise

that this would work.

But mostly, it would require

complete openness and honesty
from you both,

and I suspect
it'd make you and your husband

feel very exposed.

Dr. Masters, I can...

I can assure you that
I've never felt more exposed

in my life.

♪ soft music ♪

Three other clinics in the
greater St. Louis area alone.

Two promise to eliminate
sexual dysfunction

in a single session.

I ran into one of these quacks
myself in Las Vegas.

Look, if you're worried
about competition--

We'd be idiots not to worry
about competition,

but, more importantly,

we have charlatans
coming in here

posing as patients,
people I very easily convinced

that electroshock therapy
was standard treatment.

It's a symposium tomorrow

happening
right outside the city.

"The Joys of Partnering."

It's a seminar for singles,

but one of the topics
in the pamphlet

is sexual dysfunction.

That doesn't necessarily
sound irresponsible,

and we didn't invent
sexual dysfunction,

so there's no indication
that they're stealing our work.

Yes, but we are just coming out
from under a legal nightmare

based on the misunderstanding
of our methods.

The last thing we need
are frauds in our very field

potentially spreading dangerous
interpretations of our ideas.

You're right.

You should go.

Take Nancy with you
and report back.

Well, Art and I are still

sorting out working together,

- as are you and Nancy.
- Fine, then.

But, Bill,
at a certain point,

it's just negligence

if you refuse to stand with me
and defend what we do here.

Now, before Dr. Kinsey
began his research,

most scientists were accustomed
to thinking of sexuality

as a dichotomy.

Right?
Two choices.

An individual either checks
this box, heterosexual,

or this box, homosexual.

What Dr. Kinsey discovered,
however,

was, the vast majority
of people

found themselves
somewhere in between.

- In between?
- Right.

Now, according
to the Kinsey scale,

someone that is
exclusively heterosexual

would be a zero.

Someone that is
exclusively homosexual,

on the other hand,
we would label a six.

But how would you
measure someone?

We make a calculation

based on the number
of homosexual experiences

an individual has had,

as well as
the frequency with which

the individual continues

to desire or fantasize
about same-sex partners.

I'm not sure why
you're pointing this out to me.

'Cause I am desperate to believe
that what I am seeing

is not what really is.

Well, I don't have time
for riddles.

They are converting Mr. Drag

from a homosexual
to a heterosexual.

That's hogwash.

I thought this clinic
was the last place

that something like
conversion therapy would happen.

It's not happening.

In your intake,
you brought up

a homosexual experience
you had as a young man

- with a schoolmate.
- Where does that put me?

Well, based on the fact that you
continue to think about it--

Involuntarily.

Let's say three.

So right in the middle.

Nearly 12% of the men
Dr. Kinsey interviewed

in his initial research
were also threes.

- That's more than one in ten.
- That's right.

And have you ever
seen a three

go on to get married,
have children,

lead, you know,
a normal kind of life?

Of course.

It happens all the time.

The affair
with your schoolmate,

I imagine that hasn't been
your only homosexual experience?

Why would you imagine that?

But...

...let's say
that there was another.

Where would I be then?

One other experience...

I'd keep you at a three.

I did have
one other experience.

In a movie theater.

Did you masturbate him,

or did you perform oral sex?

Both.

But it's the only time
it happened, I swear.

I felt so disgusted after.

I tossed the clothes
I was wearing

down the garbage chute
as soon as I got home.

Brand-new suit.

- When was this?
- Six months ago.

I realize it's not
a coincidence

my impotence began
at the same time.

Now, the way you felt

about that man,

the intensity
of the attraction,

how does it compare
to the level of attraction

you feel to your fiancée?

It's nothing like it.

The-the theater
was just bodies.

When Cherlyn and I make love,
it's hearts, minds.

Well, but sex isn't

just an emotional exercise.

I mean, bodies are important.

I know the sensate isn't

progressing as quickly
as Dr. Masters envisioned.

I wonder if you would consider
helping us,

guiding us through it?

Your presence,

it's quite reassuring.

Your being there with us,

I think it could really
make a difference.

You have a call
on line two, Dr. Bill.

It's a woman.
She wouldn't give her name.

Hello?

Bill?

It's Dody.

Dody?

How are you?

Uh, you-you got my letter?

It came this morning.

I-I've read it through
only a dozen times.

I thought a letter
might be more welcome

than a phone call.

You know,
in case you needed time

to place the name.

William Masters?
Now, let's see.

Oh, you're that man
who sold me my Chevrolet.

How-how's that car been
working out for you, ma'am?

Well, to be honest,
not so great.

It's been in and out
of the shop.

I think you sold me a lemon.

I'm considering
pressing charges

with
the Better Business Bureau.

God, your voice.
You...

You sound exactly the same.

Do I?

What about me?
If-if I had just called you

and, uh, tried to--
I don't know--

sell you
a magazine subscription,

would you have known it was me?

I'm not sure.

Say "apple pie al a mod-y."

Oh, my God, you're--you are
still holding on to that.

I--what can I say?
I didn't speak French.

I was trying to impress you.

Oh, you did.
You were very suave.

Or should I say "suav-ay"?

Oh, now, see?
That laugh, I recognize.

Your "taking inventory,"
you're not--

There's nothin' wrong with you,
is there?

- You're not unwell?
- No, no, no.

- I'm-I'm fine.
- Oh, I was worried.

I just, uh--

Well, I just have
some questions.

About?

Us, um...

how things ended.

Why things ended.

I-I don't mean
to stir up

unpleasant memories,
but, uh--

No, that's-that's not--

Well, there are things
I'm unclear about myself.

Well, I was hoping maybe
you could tell me what happened,

you know,
from your point of view.

What I did to make you--

Oh, so--I'm so--can I--
I'm gonna have to call you back.

- I'm so sorry, Bill.
- All right.

Uh, well, can I,
uh, take your number?

Dody?

♪ somber music ♪

He's the leading doctor
in his field.

The only doctor specializing
in sexual dysfunction,

and he's very respected.

I-I didn't wanna say anything

until I knew there was hope.

I don't want people knowing
our personal business.

My life now...

...I don't want people
knowing about that.

Well...

...James, your life
is my life.

And I miss
being with you in that way,

and I know you miss it too.

Dr. Masters said in treatments
with spinal cord patients,

he's had real success
with neural rewiring

and something called
dermatomes.

It-it's restored
his patients

back to their normal
sexual activity.

He said that?

What's his success rate?

It--they don't give numbers,

but he's very hopeful.

You remember how you used
to love telling the story

about when you first met me?

It was the state semifinals,

and I was with
that louse Darrell.

Hmm?

He was all over me,

and you thought,
"Well, that girl is taken,

so why even bother?"

But you kept on looking at me.
Remember?

It seemed hopeless,

but you came
and talked to me anyway.

And six weeks later...

I spent a whole paycheck
on this ring.

Didn't even know
if you'd say yes.

See?
That's what I'm talking about.

You took a gamble,
and it paid off.

Uh, in the eyes of the law,
Miss DiMello here

has no legal right
to the child.

Helen Schiff
was an unmarried woman,

so any offspring
would go to the next of kin,

in this case, her parents,

who have been granted
temporary custody of the child

pending a hearing,

and unless something
goes wrong there,

temporary custody
will become permanent custody.

Unless the biological father
steps forward

to challenge that custody.

Uh...

I assume you mean me,
given I'm the biological father,

but...

...Betty, I'm-I'm in no position
to take custody of an infant.

I mean-I mean-I mean
no position.

The second part of this plan

is that you and me
get married.

I then will adopt the baby
so she is legally mine,

and then the two of us
will get divorced,

and since you are unfit
as a parent,

the baby will stay with me.

I'm--

Okay, you asked me
to plant my seed in Helen,

and I did that;
I even enjoyed it.

It had a certain
three-way frisson.

Listen, Betty,
we're old friends,

and Helen, she was a great gal,

but-but this-this is...

insane;
I can't do this.

And I'm going on the record
as advising against it.

Lying in court
and presenting your union

as a real marriage,
it's against the law.

Ass officially covered.

It is too much,

what I'm askin',

but I'm askin' anyway
'cause I loved Helen,

and out of love, we brought
this baby into the world,

and I wanna honor that

and raise this baby
as Helen would want me to.

♪ soft music ♪

Why are we here?

I'm not talking about existence,

although that would be
a very interesting question.

I am talking about today,

right now,
this moment.

We are all here
because we want to be

the best possible partners
we can be.

So who would like to tell me

what the word "partner"
means to them?

It's not a trick question.

Anybody?

Yes, Burt?

Uh, so-someone
you can count on?

Reliability.
Mm-hmm.

That is certainly important

in a healthy partnership.

Thank you, Burt.

Anybody else?

Uh, yes, Nancy?

I think, for me, a good partner
in personal re--

well, as well
as work relationships

is someone with whom there's

a mutual respect
and understanding.

I do--maybe even an admiration.

Um, someone
who's open and honest

and, of course,
someone I can feel safe with

in our attempted intimacy

and, uh, who feels safe
to-to be intimate with me.

Wow. Wow.

Fantastic answer, Nancy.

Did everybody hear that?

Intimacy

or, as we like to call it
here at the center...

...in to me you see.

No points for subtlety there.

Oh, I wasn't going
for subtlety.

Let's just remember that we're
here to gather information.

You know, I don't know if it's
sitting on these little pillows,

but, uh, what I realized is,
I'm-I'm sad.

Well, then do what I do
when I'm sad.

- Snap out of it.
- I wanted nothing more

than for you to be my mentor,

but instead
you just don't like me.

This has nothing to do
with anybody

not liking anybody.

Actually, I take that back.

I like your husband.

Not sexually--
I believe we've covered that--

but as a colleague and a friend,

and, well,
I see the way he's suffering.

Wh--suffering?
Meaning?

Mm, it's really
not my place to say.

Fine,

uh, your so-called lifestyle

is hurtful
and unfulfilling to him.

He's miserable,
but he doesn't dare say it

for fear that you
would leave him.

Wh--he told you this?

Art told you?

I don--he-he's never
said anything to me.

I'm surprised, I suppose,
and hurt.

Oh, my God.

Is that one of our patients?

Daddy?

Oh, for cripessake.
Gini.

What are you doing here,
honey?

I'm here for work.

I think the better question is,
what are you doing here?

I'm here for pleasure,
I suppose.

For--

at a singles retreat
on partnering?

Where's Mom?
Is Mom here?

Does this look like a place
your mother would come?

I told her I was
on a fishing trip.

Rainbow trout in Branson.

Oh.

Jade gave us an hour
for lunch.

Let's take a stroll
on the meditation green.

So each spinal nerve
is responsible

for an area of skin
called a dermatome.

Now, the idea is that
you close your eyes, James,

while Louise

sensually stimulates each area.

You will respond verbally
with a yes or a no

to let us know
which regions, if any,

generate a sexual feeling.

Yeah, yeah.

Yes?

We'll be able to
observe if an erection occurs

and how to maintain
an erection,

with the end goal
of satisfying both partners.

You through experiencing
sexual pleasure

through non-genital stimulation

and you through intercourse

just like you did
before the accident.

The key here is patience.

We're all entering
uncharted waters.

After I finished your book,

it lit a spark for me,

and I started reading everything
I could get my hands on.

I-I-I started exploring,

and I am a lot like
all these other folks here.

We're all just trying
to learn about our bodies

and our feelings
and sex and-and intimacy.

In to me you see?

There was this, uh,
one seminar that I took.

Wh--in addition
to this seminar?

Mm-hmm.
Uh, it explained,

in very scientific terms,

how swinging
could actually help couples

realign their desires

and-and ultimately, uh,
bring the focus back

- to-to each other.
- Realign?

The "Science of Swinging,"
I think it was called.

Daddy, there's no science
to swinging.

Nowhere in our book
do Bill and I mention swinging

as a form of therapy.

What we advocate,
what we've always advocated,

are protocols
that keep people together.

Heck, honey.

You might as well
get up in front of these folks

and take a bow,
because your book,

what you and Bill
did together,

it's-it's what allowed
all this to happen.

Don't say that.

N-No, I'm trying
to keep a low profile.

Oh, God, now I'm just
worried about you...

- No.
- ...and Mom.

No, no, no, no, no.
I feel alive.

Uh, that's my point.

And I'm gonna take
whatever-whatever I learn here

back to you mother,
and, hopefully,

we could be looking
at a-a second honeymoon.

Dr. Masters, please.

Dody.

He'll know what it's regarding.

Oh, good, I wasn't sure
when I'd hear from you again.

I'm so sorry about before.

Not at all.
Not at all.

Is now a better time?

Bill, I've been thinking.

And I hope this isn't
too forward.

Maybe we should get together.

Or-or is that...

Uh, yes, yes.
Absolutely. I...

Let's do that.
I would like that very much.

Um, uh...

- I can come to you.
- Oh, no, no.

You don't wanna drive
from St. Louis to Topeka

and back again in a single day.

Why don't we meet halfway?

I know just the place.

I want you to relax
into the sensation.

Focus on the pressure
of her fingertips on your skin.

The warmth of her hands.

I'm so sorry.
I-I was looking for Bill.

I suppose he's not back yet.

Uh, Bill mentioned
this case to me.

Thought I-I might be interested
in observing.

Oh.

Uh-uh, well, sure.

It it's okay with Bill.

Nice, and
breathe into it, Bob.

Allow the feeling
to go right through.

That's right.
Nice and easy.

That's right.

Something seems to be working.

♪ soft dramatic music ♪

William Masters?

- This'll just take a minute.
- Oh, um, actually,

I-I'm expecting someone.

My wife, yes,
but, uh, she's not coming.

No, I-I think
there's been some--

No, you're waiting for Dody,
but I talked her out of coming,

which is, uh, sure as hell
better for her,

but, you know, I suspect
it's better for you too.

See, I found your letter.

She was all dressed up,
something about a, uh, lecture

on impressionism
at the library,

but it didn't
take long for her

to, uh, admit that she
was coming to see you.

Just to be clear...

...I-I have no designs

on your wife,
I mean, none whatsoever.

In fact, I haven't seen Dody
in, uh...

Thirty years.

I could probably tell you
to the minute.

Although, knowing
the first ten years of those

were devastating, I'm not sure
what you're doing here.

Devastating?
For...

My wife.

Something happen to Dody?

Aside from you
breaking her heart?

Is that not enough for you?

What?

It's--no, no.
I-I broke her heart?

No, that-that's not
what happened.

I'm the one that
picked up the pieces,

and it's humiliating,
let me tell you,

helping the woman you love
mourn the loss of another man.

Look, I wrote your wife
because...

I had a question,
one question.

And since she's the only one
who can answer it--

Well, I guess
it stays unanswered.

Because I'm not gonna
go through that again,

and neither is she.

Have a nice drive
back to St. Louis.

You should see these.

Not right now, Nancy.

Just read them.

Uh...

"Experience intimate
and professional sex therapy.

Results guaranteed."

What's going on here
is pretty innocuous,

but Jade told me
about these other clinics,

places that have protocols
alarmingly close

to what we do at the clinic.

Uh, what you do,
I suppose I should say..

Why would you suppose that?

Because I don't see
how we're going

- to continue to work together.
- Oh, God, please don't start.

- Your derision aside--
- Okay, I...

I just gave you
the Clavermore case

because your husband,
who loves you,

came in and fought for it

so that I could
give it to him

so that he could
give it to you.

I don--Art did?

We're all trying here, Nancy.

Trying our best.

You ladies enjoy
the seminar?

No.

- How could you possibly--
- I saw it with my own eyes!

What did you see?

We're not performing
conversion therapy.

This is what I'm trying
to explain to you.

Call it what you like.
I saw what was happening.

You were trying
to turn a homosexual

- into a heterosexual.
- Our patient

is not a homosexual;
he is a Kinsey three.

Has he had sex with other men?
He's a homosexual.

Well, our supposedly
homosexual patient

happened to achieve an erection
last night with his wife.

Because he was listening to you.
It was you he was responding to!

Listening to me?
That's a supposition!

Well, it's all a supposition.

I mean, we can't even agree
the definition of a homosexual.

Well, according
to the Kinsey scale--

Kinsey's survey has not been
tested rigorously.

Okay, well,
then let's base it

on the number of homosexual
experiences our patient has had.

In which case,
we can say with confidence

that he is ambisexual,

attracted to both men
and women.

Well, as a recovering
ambisexual myself,

I can tell you,
there's no such thing.

Of course there is.

How-how do we know that?

We don't know.

Where are the numbers
to support it?

Where-where's the data?

I mean, this is about
more than one patient.

This needs to be a study.

A study?

We should be observing
homosexuals

exactly the same way
we did heterosexuals.

Collecting data on the four
stages of sexual response.

Studying the physiological
changes during sex.

Conducting detailed

psychological
and sexual histories.

Otherwise...

we're just
stabbing in the dark.

♪ soft music ♪

That could be...

very interesting.

And as for conversion therapy,

that will never happen
in this office.

There's not cure
for homosexuality.

I know how dangerous
that line of thinking is.

I know where that leads.

Good.

Art, how do you feel
about laying the groundwork

to broaden this into a study?

That would be great.

I can start now.

Well, that's a relief.

I told them that you could never
be involved with conversion.

Something on your mind?

Well, I-I guess
I was just wondering

whether there's times when...

...when it's better not to know.

You know, if there are
just some doors

that should never be opened.

Or do you think it's always
worth pursuing the truth

no matter what?

Are we still talking
about the study?

Maybe.

In my experience,

the truth can come
at a very high price.

You can lose people you love,

pieces of yourself.

But in the end, it's worth it.

It's worth it

to know where you really stand.

Oh.

What do you feel?

My shoulder.
Uh, a tickle in my shoulder.

Am I-am I still good?

- Am I still good down there?
- Oh, yes.

- Okay.
- So good.

Ooh.

Yes.

Ooh, so good.

That was so good.
You wanna keep going?

- 'Cause I could--
- I don't-I don't--

I-I don't wanna do this.
I don't wanna do this.

And I think it's wrong
you askin' me to.

- What?
- I mean, good for you.

You're getting off on this,
but I got nothin',

and half of me that's dead,
it's still fuckin' dead.

I can't walk.

I can't--I can't fuck,

but now you want me to do this
with you every night?

Watch you--watch your face
while you're coming, while--

It's fucking cruel.

Jesus fuck, Louise.

It's fucking cruel.

I ju--
Fuck.

All right, I'm comin'.

♪ soft dramatic music ♪

Oh, Edith.

I just wanna know
how you figure in all this.

My husband and I were
at the courthouse this morning.

Turns out there's been
a petition filed

by the biological father.

A man who runs a strip club

although apparently
is also a doctor?

Do you know
a Dr. Austin Langham?

Helen didn't get pregnant

by a traveling salesman
passin' through town.

She only told you that because
she didn't wanna upset you

with the truth.

A little too late for that.

Okay, then.

I know Dr. Langham
through work,

yes.

And Helen and I
decided together

that he would be the father
of our baby.

He has many fine qualities.

Our daughter had a whole life
that was hidden from us.

This bizarre existence of yours.

It turns out, our daughter
was someone we barely knew.

That's not...

that's not true.

The fact that Helen loved me

doesn't change who she was...

and how much she loved you.

She was my daughter.

I know.

And now there's a baby
to think about,

and...

maybe we can come together,

out of our love for Helen

and out of our love
for that little baby.

Do not get near that baby.

You are unfit
to raise a child.

You know nothing
of being a mother,

you live an aberrant life,

you're alone,

and that strip-club owner
is a joke.

Do the right thing...

for once.

Do not play fast and loose
with this baby's life.

Stop thinking about yourself

and do what's best for her.

♪ dramatic music ♪

And one of those.

The red one.

This one?

Yup.

♪ soft dramatic music ♪

Virginia.

There's something
we need to discuss.

Can I come in?

You seem upset.

I am.
Uh...

scared, even.

Scared?
Why, did something--

Something did happen.

Uh, at first,

I was just worried
about the competition.

God knows that's out there now,
in spades.

All three of those places
use our exact protocol.

Exact.
Down to the letter.

Each patient undergoes
a detailed intake.

Then they move on to sensate.

Each treatment takes two weeks.
Same as ours.

Apparently we supervised
this therapist's graduate work

in sexology.

Which brings me
to the bigger problem,

which yesterday
made all too clear.

There are hundreds,
if not thousands,

of suffering patients out there
seeking treatment.

These are innocent people, Bill,

being fed this misinformation
and outright lies.

These are real marriages
on the line here, Bill.

People who have been together
for 30, 40 years.

Who have been through
countless ups and down.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, bu--

What have all the years
and years of hard work

and good science been for

if people can now get
more bad information than good?

Well, we're leaders
in this field.

We could be organizing
a-a regulatory body,

something to handle
oversight of therapists,

- licensing, perhaps.
- And in the meantime,

we can start
in our own backyard,

by investigating
these therapists

that are stealing our work.

We could put 'em
out of business.

Exactly. Yes, we send a signal
to all of these charlatans

that this type of infringement
will not be tolerated.

So we go in as patients,
and we document

everything that's going on
in these clinics.

We go in there together?

No, no, actually,

I would rather
that we investigate separately.

We each pick a clinic,
and we divide and conquer,

as we've done so often
in this work.

So here's one in Chicago,
Louisville, and Topeka.

Take your pick.

Well, Topeka's close.

I'll take Topeka.