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The grandparents made it clear.
Family only.

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.

Nancy has struggled to find
her footing here from the start.

Getting the Clavermores back
would go a long way

to making her feel
her work here is valued.

It wouldn't hurt you either,
would it?

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

I wanted nothing more
than for you to be my mentor.

But instead,
you just don't like me.

I like your husband.

Your lifestyle is hurtful

and unfulfilling to him,

and he doesn't dare say it

for fear
that you would leave him.

We should be observing
homosexuals

exactly the same way
we did heterosexuals.

Art, how do you feel
about laying the groundwork

to broaden this into a study?

I can start now.

Bill, it's Dody.

Maybe we should get together.

I can come to you.

William Masters?

I'm expecting someone.

My wife.
She's not coming.

Has something happened to Dody?

Aside from you breaking
her heart?

Therapists are
stealing our work.

Put 'em out of business.

We go in as patients.

We go in there?
Together?

We each pick a clinic.

I'll take Topeka.

♪ sultry music ♪

You really need to work
on your penmanship, Guy.

I can't tell--after Terra-Haute,
do I go north or south?

And I forgot to tell you
you have to book

Bill's room in Topeka
and mine in Bloomington

under the same names that you
booked the clinic appointments.

I didn't get that far.

What do you mean?
We both leave in the morning.

I mean I wasn't able
to book those sessions

for you or Dr. Bill.

I'm--I'm so sorry.

It--I mean,
it didn't occur to me

when I sent you the letter
that, um--

but the last thing I want to do
is cause you any trouble.

Well, I-I'm--

just so happens I'm gonna be
in Topeka tomorrow.

It's a-a last-minute
business trip,

and, uh, well, I was--
I was hoping we could meet.

And please bring your husband.

Uh, I want to put his mind
at ease about my intentions.

Great.
See you then.

Do you have a minute?

So, it turns out
that these clinics

only treat married couples.

Guy tried to book individual
sessions at the Toplin Center

and the Cleveland Sex Institute.

No go.

So, either we keep looking for
places that do treat singles,

or we send Art and Nancy,

which, obviously,
is not my preference.

Well, we should go to Topeka
together.

That makes the most sense.

Okay, then.

If the Clavermores do prove
to be a case

of ejaculatory incompetence,

it won't be sensate
that you recommend--

Manual manipulation
by the wife.

Don't worry. I've got
the protocol memorized.

Good.

I'm trusting you with them.

Gold-star clients.
Potential patrons.

I understand.

You need to make sure you have
the Kinsey sixes paired

with the other sixes,

the fives with the fives,
and so on.

Yes. Don't worry.

That's built into
the experimental method.

And you have matched
the heterosexual study

in all other essential points?

I have.

I highlighted the route.

Also a few sight-seeing stops.

Laura Ingalls Wilder's house is
along the way.

Are we ready?

Yes--oh, one more thing, Guy--

Oh, I know. I am typing up
last week's intakes

and bringing a casserole
to Betty,

and I will get the copier fixed.

Did you manage to make a copy
of the Clavermore file

before the machine broke?

Yes.
It's in my office.

I'll go with you.

Women--
keep you waiting.

Or so I'm told.

Nancy, the other day--
what I said about your marriage,

a-about Art's unhappiness
with the arrangement--

I should not have said that.

I crossed a line.

It's fine.
There's no need to apologize.

I'm glad to know
how Art really feels.

Put on some music.

Let's dance.

We don't have a hi-fi.

Nance--

Nance, what are you doing?

♪ La-la-la-la-la-la ♪

They've only been gone
for a second.

They might come back.

A life lived in fear
is no life at all.

Oh, this is a comfortable chair.

Let's see.

What would Virginia do?

Oh, I know.

Art, could you bring me

every single one
of Nancy's case files?

Well, she doesn't have time
for that.

She's too busy plotting
how to make Bill hers.

Oh, she tell you that?

She didn't have to.
If I know Virginia,

she'll take full advantage
of this trip.

They're posing as a couple,
after all.

They're going through treatment.

I think she's hoping
the Masters and Johnson method

will work
on Masters and Johnson.

It's unbelievable
the contortions some women will

go through to bend a man
to their will.

She's a world-class gymnast.

I could get used to this.

Mrs. Lavery just sat there

as he took the Irish Setter,
both cars,

the house on Long Island--
everything.

I was itching to just

dramatically bang on the table
or something.

Why didn't you?

Who wants to hear
from the peanut gallery?

You have good instincts.
If holding out is

in the best interest
of the client,

you talk them into it,
you fight.

There's no such thing
as an easy divorce.

Hell, I've been working through
split number three since '66.

You're still married?

Only on paper.
That remains unsigned.

For three years?

Well, I have
an exceptional lawyer,

but he's exceptional enough
to have a case load

that puts my divorce
pretty far down

on his list of priorities.

Oh, I see.
You are representing yourself.

I figured I deserved the best.

Hmm. The best probably would've
settled two years ago.

I'll get around--

Oh!

Oh, my God, are you okay?

Oh, open up.
Let me see.

Oh, you broke a crown.

Mm-hmm.

You think it's possible
my ex-wife planted this...

walnut shell?

Was that in your food?
God, that is absurd.

Uh, excuse me.
Uh, can you send

the manager over here,
please?

I got to get to Doc Sugarman
to either fix this

or give me a fistful
of Percodan.

You stay and gripe.

- Well, I--okay.
- Ah! Ah!

You're gonna
run someone off the road.

I will drive you.

Easy, easy.

I'm gonna take this.
For evidence.

Do you think this will
still pick up our conversation

if it's not right at the top
of the bag?

Keller says we have
to get these people on tape

if we want to pursue
a patent infringement.

What if we tell them
we're both hard of hearing,

and they have to speak up?

Maybe that's how we met:

at a mixer
for the hearing impaired.

We do need a cover story,
so...who do you want to be?

Ooh,

I've always wanted to be
an Earl.

Yes, well, I've always wanted
to be a duchess,

but I don't think
it's a good idea

to pose as English nobility.

No. I mean I've always liked
the name Earl.

Earls are good guys.
Hmm.

Earls can tell
your tires need air

just by listening
to the engine.

Right.

Maybe something more neutral.

Didn't you just buy me

a moustache and a suede jacket?

I think that makes me an Earl.

And you're--uh, what color
is the wig you bought?

Blonde-ish.

Ingrid.
Ingrid Sorenson.

Ingrid Sorenson MacAfee.

Fine. Fine.
I will be Ingrid

if you don't talk like you have
a plug of chewin' tobacky

in your cheek.

- Hey.
- What's our issue?

I think you should be frigid.

Don't you think ejaculatory
incompetence would work better?

- Better for whom?
- Better for us.

After all, we have
a very specific methodology

to treat it, so that's one way
that we could see

if these clinicians
are cribbing our protocol.

So, what's our backstory?

Mm, Mr. Clavermore suffers
from ejaculatory incompetence.

I have his file. Why don't we
just use their history?

Filched identity
to expose a purloined therapy.

I guess two wrongs make a right

in your book, huh, darlin'?

You're not really gonna talk
like that, are you?

- Like what?
- Like a hillbilly.

I'm very good at accents.

No!
No, you're not.

You just think that you are.

It's like how everybody thinks
that they have good taste.

That can't be true.

How would that explain
lava lamps?

Okay, Clavermores,
what is your inciting incident?

Oh, hi. Dr. Austin Langham
to see Bill or Virginia.

Langham?
You're Betty's friend.

Uh, Betty's husband, actually.

So, you two did it.
You tied the knot.

- Yep.
- How's Betty doing?

She will be better
when we get the baby.

And how soon till that happens?

Uh, I filed for custody.
Hearing's in a few weeks.

Uh, between now and then,
I need to prove that I'm capable

of supporting the baby
financially, so--

Oh, so, you came
to pick up Betty's paycheck?

Sure. Yeah, yeah.
Every little bit helps.

But, uh, you know, actually,
I'm-I'm-I'm, uh, here

to see the docs about, uh,
an exciting new product.

It is the, uh, finest men's...

...health appliance
on the market.

The Virility Vacuum.

Patent pending.

It's a penis pump.

Hello, Lester.

Uh, and yes, in everyday usage,
that's correct, but--

- May I?
- Sure, sure.

I see you've gone back
to selling snake oil.

Hoping to repeat your success
at Fat-O-Metric?

Cal-O-Metric.

And this isn't snake oil.

This is a life-saving
medical product.

It's a cure for impotence

that I have come
to offer your patients.

That's not what we do
around here, Austin.

What we do here
is rooted in science.

Well, this--this is science.

Yeah, this--
this is hard science.

Guy, don't let him talk you
into buying anything.

He's never liked me.

So, uh, if I could speak to Bill
or Virginia--

Neither of them is in today.

Oh, well, uh, in that case,
I'd better leave some pamphlets,

maybe even put up a display.

I got a sandwich board
in my car.

- Is that a good idea?
- Well, I wouldn't want

anyone in need
to miss the chance, you know?

And, um, every dollar I make
goes to helping me and Betty

get the baby back, so...

...I'll be right back.

Well--

uh...well--

You're the manager here,
correct?

Hair in the soup?

What? No.

I should probably stop guessing
in these situations.

I have a dental bill
to discuss with you.

A customer of yours was accosted
by a stray walnut shell.

Accosted?

He broke a crown.
I'm sure you heard.

I haven't.

But I have heard
that the eggs are too runny,

the coffee is cold.

Listen. I run a diner.
If I handed out money

every time a customer
wasn't satisfied--

He's not dissatisfied.
He is disabled.

Oh, yeah, that's rich.

He had to miss half a day
in court

in order to have
his tooth fixed.

That is what we refer to
as lost wages.

Who's "we"? I saw you come
in here twice yesterday 'cause

you didn't get your boss's
ham loaf on rye quite right.

You're a secretary.
You're not a lawyer.

So you're as able
to take this to court as I am.

Just leave the lawsuits
to those with a degree.

Come on. I need two navy bean.
Let's go. Step it up.

As you can see, all the
treatment rooms are upstairs.

- Mm-hm.
- I see you've travelled

quite a ways.

Albuquerque.

Have you ever sought out
any treatment closer to home?

Well, Ingrid and I are, uh--

we want to deal with our
situation, uh, aggressively.

- Ah...yeah.
- It's gone on long enough,

and, uh, so when we saw you
offer a-a one-week program--

Is that really enough time?

It is the first question
Harvey and I are usually asked.

Please, sit.

Sounds too good to be true,
doesn't it, Earl?

Go ahead.
M-may I call you Earl?

- Yep.
- Ingrid?

We don't like to be too formal.

We've found a truly immersive
approach

yields the best results.

By taking time out
from your daily lives,

you're--you're making your
sexual relationship a priority.

- Mm-hm.
- Yeah.

We'd like you to see this
as kind of a holiday...

- Mm-hmm.
- ...an opportunity to relax

and explore and fall in love
all over again.

And-and you treat couples
together, a-as a couple?

Well, there are parts
of the process

we find more productive
to divide up

- along gender lines.
- Mm-hmm.

People are often
more comfortable

speaking to a therapist
of the same sex.

Um, is that something that y-you
discovered yourselves,

or is that standard
among therapists?

It's not standard at all.

Years of work with couples
have led us to develop

a very specific technique

that, uh, works more quickly
and effectively than others.

What's also unique
is our intake method.

Mm-hmm.

Questionnaire that covers
your sexual history

that functions as the foundation

- of our treatment.
- Yeah.

Couples learn a lot
about each other

- during our process.
- Hmm.

Often, they discover things
they never knew.

Are you ready to...begin?

Here you go.

Yeah.

We wrote it down
in our questionnaires.

Do we need to go through it
again?

It's helpful to hear things
described out loud.

It's part of the therapy.

Why don't you begin
with the incident

that occurred around the time
you found

you could no longer orgasm
during intercourse?

It was two years ago.

We were in bed, making love.

I felt myself getting closer,
about to orgasm.

But then something happened.

I heard a noise,
and the door opened.

And then I saw our daughter
Juliet's youngest...

- Our son...
- Benjamin.

...Benjamin standing there
in the--in the doorway

in-in his pajamas.

I knew I should stop.
But I couldn't stop.

I--you know,
I was already coming.

And he-he looked scared.

He thought I--that I was trying
to hurt his mother.

And that's
how our problem started.

Is that something
that can be treated?

It is. Do you masturbate
successfully on your own?

- I do.
- He does.

Good, then we can
skip a few steps

and, uh,
begin with teaching you how...

...to manually
stimulate your husband.

Once Earl is comfortable
including you

in his masturbation,

you can move
towards the second step...

...which involves stimulating
him until he reaches

what we call the first phase
of orgasmic return.

That's when it feels inevitable
to you

that you're going to orgasm.

You then move over him into
the female-superior position

and capture his penis...

...introducing it
into the vaginal canal.

As he ejaculates, you begin
a series of pelvic thrusts.

It's a process that moves
the two of you towards orgasm

without being stopped by any
memory of the triggering event.

Your story is consistent
with a pattern we find

in many cases
of ejaculatory incompetence.

The presence of a specific
traumatic episode

which blocks a man's ability
to ejaculate introvaginally.

He feels too much shame.

Shame's a powerful inhibitor

not just to sexual health,
but to true intimacy.

Previously in your marriage,
Earl,

when have you experienced
that kind of shame?

Never.

Never? Really?

Well, you'll forgive me,

but never is the kind of word
intended to block

further exploration
in its tracks.

So let's-let's stay on this
for a moment.

You've never felt shame

at failing to please her?

- You've never come too fast...
- Yeah.

...or on occasion
not gotten hard?

Mm-hmm.

Perhaps you've had fantasies
that don't involve her,

or you wanted to engage her
in behavior

that you worry she might
consider perverse?

Uh, actually, uh, Marcia,
from the beginning, uh,

my husband and I--we've had
a very satisfying sex life.

Uh, we've always been extremely
open with our desires.

Unafraid to express ourselves.

There's really nothing, uh,
that either of us have wanted

that we've hesitated to ask
the other.

- Really?
- So, role playing, positions,

toys, language--
none of it has been off-limits?

- Wow.
- That is wonderful.

I mean, how lucky you are
to have found each other.

We're very lucky.

S-sometimes,
sexual dynamism of this sort

l-launches out of
non-traditional circumstances.

Such as?

- Affairs, for one.
- Yeah.

The clandestine nature
of a couple's beginnings

might serve as erotic tinder.

Yeah. Were either of
you involved with other people

when you met?

Well, that's a very loud
silence.

I-I-I was...

...married.

Do you want to say more
about that?

No.
No, Harvey, I don't.

Eh, it might help, Earl.

I don't see how.

Well, perhaps the shock
and disapproval you fear

from your son

is really what you fear
from your former wife

had she walked in
on you and Ingrid making love.

Perhaps, uh,
your ejaculatory issues

are a form of penance
for having betrayed her.

No. I-I-I don't think
it's that at all.

Maybe the judgment
and condemnation you fear

- is your own, Earl.
- Mm-hmm.

Maybe on some subconscious
level, you've decided

that you're undeserving
of pleasure,

of a satisfactory resolution,

- of a happily ever after...
- Mm-hmm.

...literally undeserving
of finishing what you started.

Maybe the boy standing
at that door, watching,

is you.

So, tomorrow when you come in,

you'll have the option of doing
the exercise at your hotel

or here in one of our
treatment bedrooms,

where we can
personally instruct you.

We will prefer to do them alone
in our hotel.

Uh, Nina's right.
Privacy is best for us.

But I'd--I would like to see
the rest of the clinic.

Do you have time
to give us a tour?

- Charles--
- Well, there's no harm

in having a look.

I would be happy to show you.
This way.

How many square feet is
this place?

Four thousand? Five?

God, somewhere in between,
I think.

Uh, but there's another hallway

with a bedroom studio
and exam room.

Yeah, and it's zoned
for the medical arts, huh?

That is a, uh,
a not-for-profit business,

which means a tax deduction
against the market price.

Is that right?

Shall we take a look?

Oh, we'll be doing
the exercises at home.

Your husband seems
to be interested.

Uh, Charles is not interested
in the treatment.

He's falling in love.

Oh, don't worry.
Not with your wife.

My husband doesn't fall
for other women.

He falls for other businesses.

I thought he was in asbestos.

It's his father's business.

For Charles, it's merely a fund
for other businesses.

A couple of weekends ago,

we took our grandson
to Coney Island.

By the end of the afternoon,

we owned an ice cream parlor.

Nina, they're seeing
eight couples a day,

and there's still
a three-month waiting list.

Here in-in St. Louis,
of all places.

Can you imagine the business
you'd do

if this were in New York
or Philadelphia?

I've said the same thing to Art
a dozen times,

haven't I, Art?

Uh, she has.

Do you know that right now,
Dr. Masters and Mrs. Johnson are

on the road investigating a pair
of charlatan therapists

who claim to be using
our method?

There are clinics popping up
everywhere.

I just--I keep saying to Art,

"Shouldn't it be us
opening one?"

After all, we've been
properly trained and endorsed

by Masters and Johnson
themselves.

It's a terrific scheme:

you two take
the Masters and Johnson method

to the masses.

Yeah. Why make them
come to a town

where there's only one
decent hotel?

Well, we weren't even
sure where to make a reservation

for dinner tonight.

I am so sorry.
We should've thought of that

and-and given you
some suggestions.

Marmaduke,
Le Dauphine if you want French.

Uh, Alberto's for Italian.

Well, why don't we do
one better?

Why don't you two pick a place,

and we'll all have dinner
together tonight?

Lovely.

Did you like how they took
credit for the questionnaire,

75% of which is ours?

Yeah, the protocol is
nearly identical too.

Even the language
in the handout:

"Once the man's interest
in sensate focus

has been aroused,
the woman is encouraged

to manipulate the penis
with authority,

specifically asking
for direction

in stimulative techniques."

"With authority" isn't ours.

Well, no. We say "demandingly,"
but that hardly matters.

Keller says this is
precisely what we need

to pursue a claim against them.

"With authority" is good.
It's better than "demandingly."

I hardly think
that anything of theirs

is worth appropriating, Bill.

Well, they may be thieves,
but they're not quacks.

You have to admit

they demonstrated
a certain level of insight.

What, exactly?

To fabricated circumstances?

Do you really think that
the ejaculatory incompetence

that you don't suffer from
was caused

by shame from your
fictional childhood?

But it's interesting, though--

the suggestion that feeling
undeserving of pleasure

can affect the way
a man perceives himself,

um, choices he makes.

No. There's nothing
to be learned from people

whose entire practice
is founded in dishonesty.

You know, anyway, we should--
we should go over the specifics

of what we're going to tell them
tomorrow, so how many times

shall we say
I manipulated you to orgasm?

What makes the most sense?
What sounds reasonable?

Twice?
We should say twice.

I think.

I'm sorry.

I'm starving.

I can't even think straight.

I saw a fried chicken place
across the street.

Should we get some?

I was thinking of calling it
an early night.

Oh. Are you sure?

Well, it's been a long day.

Let's go over our story
in the morning, Virginia, okay?

Okay.

We're gonna take this
to court, right?

And we'll win?

We'll win big.
Huge.

Will a judge preside
over a $50 suit?

Suit?

I thought we were

in some kind of role play,

which, by the way,
is the only reality

where you could
actually sue the diner.

But it was gross negligence
for them to be so cavalier

about their food.

It's not their negligence.

It's product liability.

The negligence is contributory,
meaning--

Well, I know what
contributory means.

And you can't prove
that what happened was

entirely the cook's fault,
so you've got nothing.

You only pursue legal action
when you know

the tort in question
is egregious.

But those cases don't exist.

That is not true.

And I'll give you
a perfect example.

A woman who carries on an affair
with husband's intern--

- Mm.
- The fault in the divorce

is clearly hers,

and yet, the ex-wife has
the gall to demand--

Well, she is not your ex.

Not yet.

So, when you said you hadn't
gotten around to the divorce,

what you meant is
you're refusing to negotiate.

She doesn't want to negotiate.

- Uh-huh.
- She knows what she wants.

- The canoe I built, hmm?
- Hmm.

The suit of armor I bought
on our honeymoon,

the jade earrings passed down
by my grandmother.

What are you gonna do
with jade earrings?

Hmm?

What does it matter?
You want a black-and-white case,

this is it.

This is when you take a stand.

Over trinkets?

And you want to bring a diner
to financial ruin

over a $50 dental bill.

It's the principle.

The difference is
I have the law on my side.

I can't say the same about you.

Hello, Billy.

It's you.

Uh, what--just--just you?

Your husband?

Oh, no, N-Nathan's not coming.

He thought it would be awkward,
the three of us.

What, so, he's all right?
Because last week, uh--

I think you asking him
to join us

made him feel comfortable
declining.

Shall we?
I made a reservation

at a very nice
Italian restaurant.

At least I think it's nice.
I've never been.

All I know is that it's dark.
I-I wanted someplace dark,

because, well,
30 years is a long time.

Oh, stop it.
Come on.

You look...lovely.

Oh, you're gonna need a tie.
It's that kind of place.

Um, hmm, I'm not sure
I brought a tie.

Maybe there's one stuffed away
in my suitcase.

Come in, please, won't you?

Oh, okay.

Uh...oh, tie.

Oh, we can go someplace else.

Or we could just stay in.

Oh, there's a-a fried chicken
place across the street.

It doesn't matter to me.

W-well, um, why don't--why don't
we have a-a conversation here?

- Oh.
- Just get some things

- out of the way?
- Okay.

Your husband said

that I-I broke your heart...

...all those years ago.

I--honestly, I-I don't--

I don't know what I did.

Unless maybe you saw my note
as-as some kind of joke?

- Your note?
- Yeah, the-the note

I sent you
at the hospital with the roses--

the two dozen
long-stemmed roses.

There was no note,
no roses.

No, the-the roses I left
at the hospital.

It was after visiting hours,
so I gave them to the nurse,

and told her to prop the note up

where you'd be sure to see it.

Well, she didn't.

I didn't get it.

♪ gentle music ♪

And I didn't understand
what I had done.

Why you pulled away.

Well, I-I was waiting
for you to say...

...uh, something.

And when you--
when you didn't--

Oh.

You should've said something.
Why didn't you?

Well, I thought you were telling
me something with your silence.

But I loved you.

Couldn't you see that?

I guess I'm--
I must have had a hard time

believing that--

believing that a-a girl like you

would ever see something
worthwhile in-in me.

What did the note say?

Well, what does it matter now?

Because I want to know

if I might have had
an entirely different life

with a different man.

Did you ask me a question
in that letter, Billy?

I did.

I would've said yes.

Need a hand?

Oh, uh, do you mind?

Not at all.

Glad for the distraction.

Just waiting for my wife.

Oh.
Have a nice stay?

No, we didn't, uh--

yeah, she-she doesn't know
I'm here.

I taught her how to drive,
but, uh, she never really got

the hang of the rearview mirror.

You followed her?

Uh, she told me she was going
to Darla Barroli's house

to help organize
the book drive.

I mean, before she left
the house tonight,

I saw her try on two dresses
and three shades of lipstick.

Wonder if she did that
for Darla,

or if the, uh, book drive
is now headquartered

in the Jojim Arms, room 211.

Two eleven?
Are you sure?

It's an old boyfriend of hers.

No, he's more than that.

If she were here,
she'd probably tell you

he's the love of her life.

Hell, I thought we were happy,
you know?

I mean, should I have
brought her flowers

more than just on her birthday?

Sure. Do I watch the TV
out of the corner of my eye

while she's going on
about her piano students?

Sometimes.
Okay, fine.

But not all the time.
I try. I do.

He's, like,
this big-shot doctor.

Like a--like a sex doctor.
Can you believe?

Jesus Christ, the guy's
probably doing stuff--

And you're just sitting here
letting it happen?

Why?
What would you do?

Kick the door in.

Pull her out of there.
I'd-I'd teach that guy

to keep his hands off my wife.

Maybe I will.

You should.

I would, if I were you.

I wish you would say something.

It would be better
than all this silence.

Just tell me
what you're thinking.

Ooh.

All right, you want to know
what I'm thinking?

- Yeah.
- Here's what I'm thinking:

I think by agreeing
to dinner with patients,

you overstepped every boundary

of your professional
relationship with them.

As if that weren't bad enough,
you spent half the meal

talking about the ways
that the clinic,

where you are a trusted
employee,

could be managed better.

It's--I-I don't know
what the word for it is.

Uh, indecent, maybe?
Shameful?

Wh--

First of all, we-we had
to say yes to dinner, Art.

It was clear they were nervous
about the treatment

and seeking
a deeper therapeutic bond.

- Oh, come on.
- It would've been

unprofessional and unkind
not to go.

You were angling, trying
to impress on a very rich man

that he should invest
in our version of a clinic.

I--that's not what--

Do you remember
that ski vacation we took

at Tremblant?

Second year of med school?

You were about to be evicted

from your apartment--
do you remember?

You got on the lift
with that couple from Westmount?

You didn't even know them.

Yeah. They needed a house sitter
and-and I needed a house.

Well, most people
do not come away

from a five-minute
chairlift ride

with a two-year lease
on a Mount Royal penthouse.

So I'm not most people.
So what?

Come on. That was--
that was mutually beneficial,

which this could be too.

So, you admit you were angling?

Yeah. He took the lead,
and I followed.

Would've been a fool not to.

Come on. You have to admit
that we have been

treated terribly at this clinic.

Our talents have--have been
overlooked and undermined

by a-a lounge singer
with a degree in typing.

That woman trusted us
with these clients.

And we've been asked to take the
lead on the homosexual study.

That's an exciting piece
of research,

which will yield a paper
or two or three.

A year from now, our names will
be beside Masters and Johnson

in respected medical journals.

Why shouldn't our names stand
on their own?

Especially if we are doing
most of the work?

Come on, Art.
You-you studied at Kinsey.

You know more
about homosexuality

than either of them do.

Why not do the study
at our own clinic?

Because we aren't liars
or thieves.

I'm not, anyway.

And I'm not ready
to leave the clinic

when we've barely begun
our tenure.

And I'm not willing to put up
with as much as you are.

Oh, I'm sorry.

How I must look.

Raccoon eyes, huh?

And here I--I wanted
to take your breath away.

As if I still could.

Oh, I'm sure you take
your husband's breath away.

Oh, he-he doesn't look at me.

Or he does.
He just--

he doesn't see me, you know?

He goes somewhere, drifts away
when I'm talking to him.

So I've just...stopped.

All that silver in your hair.

What troubles brought that on?

Have you had a happy life?

I'm--

I'm not sure I know
how to be happy.

I'm trying.

Trying to learn.

I need to stop falling in love

with women who don't love me.

But that isn't our story.
You know that now.

Ah.

Is that the story
of your marriage?

No.

No.
There was someone else.

Another woman.

Well, I thought
she didn't love me.

Maybe the problem was
I was thinking,

"How could she
possibly love me?"

Oh, God.

Did that uncertainty come
from me?

Maybe I could--

Would you let me
make it up to you?

I'd like to try.

Oh, Dody, no--uh, no.

No, I-I didn't--
I didn't come here for that.

I see.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

You're sorry.

Well, I'm embarrassed.

No, don't be.

Rejected again.
No misunderstanding this time.

Don't talk like that.

- I should go.
- No. Dody, please.

It's okay.
It's okay.

I'm just a silly woman

who's read
too many romance novels.

Good luck to you, Bill.

Maybe the next woman
who wants to love you...

...you'll be brave enough
to let her.

It's open.

So, I-I made some notes.

Uh, we'll say we had
three encounters.

Uh, the first one when we got
back from the session.

Unsuccessful, um,

protracted plateau phase--

although we can't say "plateau,"
of course.

You stayed in all night?

Uh, yes.

Uh, then I thought I'd say there
was a sensation of inevitability

that subsided
after about two minutes--

I know this all sounds
very technical,

but we can, you know,
work on the language.

You weren't alone, though,
were you?

You had a visitor.

Uh, yeah, an old friend
dropped by last night.

Dody.

She lives nearby.

Oh, I've never heard you speak
of her before.

Well, we've only just, um,

recently renewed
our acquaintance.

So, should we say that we had
another go around--

I don't know,
what do you think--

about three hours later?

Uh, using the lotion this time--

Were you lovers?

Uh, we were.

- A long time ago.
- Last night?

No.

I don't believe you.

Well, it's the truth,

whether you choose
to believe it or not.

Why would I?

The fact that you hid
her very existence from me--

if it took me asking you
for you to even reveal

that she stopped by--

I'm not an idiot.

But is she the reason
why we came here?

To Topeka?
Because you wanted to see her?

Do you have feelings for her,
Bill?

Because if you do,
I think that I deserve--

Oh, God.

Look at me.
I'm--

Is this what it's like?

Is this how it feels?

How what feels?

I'm j--I'm not--

I've never been this person
before, Bill.

I don't--

I can't sleep, and I stay up
all night...

wondering...

...imagining what's going on
on the other side of the wall.

It's...

...fucking awful.

How many times did I make you
feel this way?

Once or twice.

Or a thousand times.

I'm so sorry.

Ah, Ms. Masters,
attorney at law.

Now, I never called myself that.

She may have made assumptions.

Going to my wife?
Pretending to be my lawyer?

- What made you think--
- That wasn't my intention.

I simply called to see
if her bottom line had changed

after a year
of being stonewalled.

I built that stone wall
very intentionally.

It was hard work.
You think it wasn't part

of a long-term strategy?

No, Bram,

I think your strategy is
to punish her.

Trust me.
I understand.

I spent ten years with a husband
who smelled of another woman.

I have had
the moral high ground,

and the truth is
knowing you are right is

the worst weapon
that you can have

in an argument.

It makes it impossible
to let go.

This is why we hire attorneys--

so that cooler heads
will prevail.

Mm? And what assets has
your cooler head secured for me?

Give up the Cadillac--

you never drive it--

and the jade earrings.

You got her to give up
the suit of armor?

Hm, I subtly suggested you
couldn't possibly part

with the car, so, naturally,

it became the only thing
that she cared about.

Screw the cooler head.

You've got actual
negotiating skill.

It's a wonder you couldn't
settle something amicably

with the diner.

I don't want to be amicable.

I-I realize that bringing
a $50 dentist bill to court

is ridiculous.

But I couldn't help
but fantasize

seeing myself standing
in a courtroom.

I mean, I sit
at that desk all day, and--

and I sit in the back of rooms

as wives get taken
in their divorces,

and the idea of standing up
in front of a judge,

even in small claims court,
is--

Intoxicating.

Completely.

Have you--

have you ever heard
of a woman my age, um,

taking classes
or going back to school?

It's not common.

But there's not much about you
that is.

Anytime between noon and four.

Yes, the homosexual study is
completely anonymous.

Okay.
Happy to help.

Boy, you've been doing
a brisk business.

Not a single pamphlet left.

I haven't seen anyone take one.

Well, they must've done it
when you weren't watching.

Yeah, sadly,
there's still a stigma

attached to impotence.

Not that I personally
have suffered from it.

Don't even bother
putting those out.

I threw the last batch out.
I'll throw those out too.

Why would you do that?

Were you listening
yesterday?

A penis pump is precisely
the kind of nonsense gadget--

the kind of Band-Aid solution

that the foundation
does not condone.

Well, that makes no sense.

You got a broken arm,
you don't walk around

with it hanging
from your shoulder.

A broken pecker?
Why not fix it?

I'm sure Bill and Virginia
would agree.

No. They wouldn't.

And if you had any idea
about what we're doing here,

you would know that.

I know exactly
what you're doing here.

I was a part of the work
before you.

I was patient M0001.
Remember--

- I know what that is.
- You were a volunteer?

I was the first volunteer.

And "volunteer" isn't even
the right word.

"Pioneer."
That's the word.

Neil Armstrong?
Guy's got nothing on me.

You don't think you're being
a little self-aggrandizing?

One small step for man.

I've been thinking
about volunteering.

You won't regret it.

It's not just a contribution
to science.

It's meeting someone anonymously

and connecting with them
physically

to see how your parts fit
together,

no strings attached.

Well, okay, there are wires,

but, man, that just heightens
the whole experience.

Honestly, it was the best sex
of my life.

And the first blonde
they paired me with?

Oh, what a bombshell.

She was--she was gorgeous

and she was built,
and, like,

oh, God damn it,
was she ready to go, you know?

Oh!

You asshole!
That blonde is my wife!

Going over the data?

Well, it's--it's very
preliminary, of course,

but the homosexual couples
take a longer time

in the prelude
to sexual connection, and--

You going somewhere?

I'm leaving early.

I'm, uh, I'm going
to meet Mr. Clavermore.

I turned it off.

Was that a good idea?

If they figure it out,
they can fire me.

Or I'll quit.

Mr. Clavermore has found
a building for us.

Since yesterday?

He's had his eye on it
for some time,

and now he's brought
his lawyer to town

so we can begin to talk
about terms for a partnership.

Before you say anything,
let me say

I know that you don't want
to leave this place,

that you feel valued
and fulfilled here,

and I'm glad about that,

because, Art,
I want you to be happy.

I have always wanted you
to be happy.

That sounds ominous.

I'm gonna take this opportunity,
Art,

and I know you don't want to,

but maybe that's okay.

Maybe it's time
that we let each other go.

You're--you're talking
about splitting up?

I'm not happy.

I haven't been for a long time.

I'm sorry if this hurts,

but I need to be honest
with you.

I'm tired of pretending.

Pretending what?

That I can continue
to stomach our arrangement.

That I still want
to be with other men

and that I don't mind you being
with other women.

You don't want me to be
with other women?

I know
that before we got married,

I was the one who insisted
on this setup,

but I didn't know
that when you wake up

with someone every morning,

pour each other coffee,

split the-the newspaper,

that you want to go to bed with
that person every night too.

You want to be monogamous.

But I know that that would be
constricting for you.

I know how much you love
the openness and variety

that swinging brings.

I love you more, Nancy.

You mean you'd be willing
to give up

being with other women?

Yes.

Then this offer from
Mr. Clavermore is like Kismet.

It could not be
more perfectly timed.

Don't you see that?

We have the chance
to go someplace

where nobody knows us,

where we don't have friends
or colleagues who think of us

as-as swingers.

We can make a fresh start,
the two of us together

at our own clinic.

In New York.

I think the first time
we tried was my fault.

Oh, we don't say "fault,"
Ingrid.

I was too tentative.

Did you give feedback, Earl?

Tell her what felt good to you?

Sometimes,
if you put your hand over hers,

it allows you to direct the pace
and intensity of her stroking.

Yes. I did that the second time.
And the third.

So, three times?

And you were able to ejaculate--

Twice.

Well, good job, you two.

Outstanding.
How do you feel?

We're very encouraged.

And looking forward
to what's next.

So, orgasmic inevitability
followed by intromission?

Oh...

Earl's been reading up.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Just anxious
to get this show on the road,

so to speak.

Well, first things first.
It's not a show.

That's the wrong way to think
about it.

You won't be performing for us.

In fact, most couples say
after a few minutes,

they completely forget
we're even there.

- Even where?
- In the room with us?

No, no.

- Of course not.
- No, no, no.

- 'Cause it sounded--
- No.

Marcia and I
observe you and Ingrid

from behind a two-way mirror

so that you can derive
the benefit

of our step-by-step instruction

without our being too intrusive.

I don't understand.
I thought that you were

going to send us back
to the motel with exercises.

You've made great strides
by your own account.

Let's use that momentum
to take the next step.

Uh, I don't think we're--
well, I'm not ready for that.

I think you are, Earl.

I know you are.

How about you just tell us
what to do,

and we'll report back?

But this is how
we've been able to yield

the results we have
in so short a time.

- But other therapists--
- Frankly,

they take twice as long
and charge twice as much.

The process doesn't have to be
so drawn-out.

In fact, we've found
if you hold up intercourse

as this big event
that requires weeks of training,

the psychological pressure that
causes can be very destructive.

I'm sorry, but no.

Fine. If it's not for you,
it's not for you.

We certainly won't force you,
but...

...if you aren't willing
to trust us or our approach,

I think you have
to ask yourselves,

"Why did you come here
in the first place?"

Honey,
maybe we should discuss this.

Uh, could we have
a moment alone?

- Certainly.
- Oh, of course. Absolutely.

Take all the time you need.

- It's out of the question.
- Bill.

I am not going to.
They--

they should not be having
couples...coupling

this soon, anyway.

Two days into the treatment?

We are not here
to critique their methodology.

We're here to see what of ours
they have stolen.

- And we've done that.
- So you just want

- to walk away now?
- Yeah.

I guarantee you we will not be
the first patients

to balk at being observed--
we've seen it ourselves.

We don't know if they've
co-opted our entire protocol.

Uh, our questionnaire, yes.
A few exercises.

But we have a very specific
technique for intromission.

If they employ it, we--

I--Virginia, I-I can't.

We've done this countless times
before, Bill,

and for a higher purpose
than our pleasure.

There's nothing different now.
Why...

...why did we come here
if not to amass enough evidence

to protect our legacy?

What are you afraid is
going to happen?

It's just sex, Bill.

All by your lonesome?

Art's staying late at work.

What about, uh, Cissy?

She's in Cincinnati
for a realtor's conference.

I could open up
a bottle of wine,

maybe order in some Chinese.

♪ sultry music ♪

How's your hand?

How's his face?

I got him good, didn't I?

Really felt like I connected.

You did.
You-you definitely did.

I'm-I'm sure there's gonna be
some bruising.

Or worse.

I shouldn't have let him off
so easy

after what he said
about my wife.

Of course, coming from someone
with Langham's intellect,

that was practically poetry.

I hope you're not gonna
listen to him

about volunteering
for the study.

I just thought I'd fill in
the form, see if they take me.

Oh, they'll take you.

I've watched 877 couples
have sex

on the other side of the glass.

Most of them I never saw again,

so I can't say that I know
what happened to them,

but some, like Langham,

I know exactly what came next.

It screwed him up.

His marriage crashed and burned.
He lost his kids.

Langham has other kids
besides the baby with Helen?

Three.
Four, actually.

He knocked up one of the girls
in the study.

That's what I'm saying.

But I'm not married.

And I'm definitely not gonna
get anyone pregnant.

No, that--it's not just that.

Ever since Jane was
in the study,

she treats sex
like it's a performance.

The curtain goes up, and she's
on stage in a starring role.

Why else would she marry the man
on the other side of the glass?

Because she loves you.

No.

Because I'm her audience.

I have front row seats,

a lifetime booking to her drama:

crushes, affairs, breakups.

I'm sorry.

But you've been doing this work
for years.

Y-you're telling me
you don't believe in the work?

I do.
I believe in the science.

Just like I'm glad
there's a polio vaccine.

But I wouldn't want to be
the rat that tried it first.

Listen to me.
Throw that away.

You don't know what's real
and what's a performance

when there's someone watching.

Doing it behind the glass--
it changes you.

♪ gentle music ♪

Now, Ingrid,
take hold of Earl

and begin
to manually stimulate him.

No. Look-look at each other.

Ingrid, connect with him.

Earl, show her
what feels good to you.

Good.
Tell her when you're close.

Now, Ingrid, move over him
into female-superior.

Now keep hold of him,

continuing to stimulate him

while you put him inside you.

I love you.