All language subtitles for Masters.of.Sex.[S04E09].XviD.Amedia.[qqss44]_eng

Previously,
on Masters of Sex...

I am talking
about intimacy.

Daddy?

What are you doing here,
honey?

Is Mom here?

Does this look like a place
your mother would come?

That is what we refer to
as lost wages.

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

Have you ever heard
of a woman my age

taking classes or
going back to school?

Are those my first patients
of the day?

No, that's the homosexual
and his wife.

Our supposedly homosexual
patient happened to achieve

an erection last night
with his wife!

Because he was
listening to you.

This needs to be a study.
Art, how do you feel

about laying
the groundwork?

I'm going to meet
Mr. Clavermore.

- Shh.
- I turned it off.

We can make a fresh start,

the two of us together
at our own clinic.

In New York.

Louise.

I shouldn't have just
showed up like this.

Just not everyone here knows
that I attend AA meetings.

This isn't about AA.

My husband was
paralyzed from the waist down,

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

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?

Marcia and I
observe you and Ingrid

from behind
a two way mirror.

I love you.

♪ sultry music ♪

♪ rhythmic music ♪

I've typed up the notes
that Bill and I took

over the course
of our treatment in Topeka.

These have already been sent
to our lawyer, of course.

So what happens next?

A cease and desist letter
was sent this morning.

We believe,
based on the evidence--

Sorry I'm late.
I must have lost track of time.

No problem at all.
We were just getting started.

So we believe that we're
looking at a case

of copyright infringement,

possibly patent infringement
as well.

So, uh, any sex clinic
whose work happens to be

inspired by Masters and Johnson
is committing a crime?

Oh, inspiration is different
than theft.

The Toplins'
intake questionnaire

was nearly word-for-word
the same as ours,

as was their protocol
for ejaculatory incompetence.

Why didn't they just
rephrase the questions

and alter the protocols?

We will have
a cease and desist letter

sent to the Toplins
as soon as possible.

We already discussed that.
Bram sent one this morning.

- You spoke to Bram?
- Called him first thing.

A lot of this hasn't
even been published yet, has it?

The sensate instructions,
the questionnaire,

none of that is
in your book.

Correct.

You're wondering
how they got it.

It's obvious how they got it.

You left it on the bureau
last night.

...a pair of charlatans,
two therapists

posing as patients
to steal our material.

Which means we need
stricter screening procedures

for all potential
new patients,

and our lawyer advised us

to get signed copies of this

from all staff members
by the beginning of next week.

That includes
Guy and Lester.

A non-disclosure agreement?

Is that really necessary?

Well, the last thing
we want is somebody coming

to work at the clinic,
and then leaving

with our work and
starting a rival business.

No. No, of course
that makes sense.

I'm surprised the phone didn't
wake you this morning.

My parents called
at 6:00

to give their customary
eight-hours notice.

They're coming to St. Louis,
staying through the weekend,

and for some reason,
my father is insisting

that they stay in a hotel,
so at least it won't be

a problem for us to stay
in the house together.

Good.

I know what you're
going to say. I--

Mmm.

Ohh.

You should've woken me
before you left this morning.

Neither of us got
any sleep last night.

Mmm.

I thought it was best if one
of us got an extra few hours.

But we had a meeting
at 9:00 this morning.

I'm still
in yesterday's clothes.

Didn't you get my note?
I told you not to worry

about the meeting,
I'd handle it.

Mmm. And you spoke
to Keller without me.

I thought it was important
to get the legal process

started immediately.
Is there anything else

that I've done wrong
that you want to tell me about?

While you were whispering
about my watch

in front of Art and Nancy,
they could had easily inferred

that we were
sleeping together.

We are.

What is it that
we're hiding exactly?

You don't have a wife
anymore, Bill.

I don't have a husband.

Have we just gotten
so used to keeping secrets,

that we've forgotten that
we don't have to anymore?

Mmm.

Things are just...
moving very quickly.

Take all the time
you need.

Go home,
take a shower.

Maybe consider having
a cup of coffee.

♪ quiet music ♪

It's interesting.

Excuse me,
I'm looking for Louise.

She usually runs
the Thursday meeting.

I'm filling in.
Louise hasn't shown up

to any meetings
this week.

This--this week?
Did something happen?

You know that I couldn't share
any personal information

with you even if I knew it,
which I don't.

Are you joining us today
or--

Yes, yes, I'm-I'm joining.

Let's--let's try slowing down
on the thrusting just a tad.

This isn't jackhammering
a sidewalk after all.

What are we gonna do?

Guy is already badgering me
about those forms.

Virginia said she didn't need
them signed until next week.

Okay, now, let's switch
to female superior.

We won't have the forms
signed ever, Nancy.

We can't.

As soon as we put
pen to paper, we're--

- Shh, shh, stop.

I think Monday morning
will give us plenty of time

to look over the forms.

This position,
you'll notice,

allows for better stimulation
of the clitoris.

We'll have to, um,
shift things around though.

The conversation
we talked about having

with Mr. Drag next week,
for example,

about his treatment plan?

Why don't you go ahead and
talk to him about it today?

I still have some concerns
about...

the treatment plan
as we discussed it.

Such as?

Such a--

That's right,
look into each other's eyes.

Share the moment together.
That's right.

Such as the fact
that Bill and Virginia

might object to the number
of follow-up appointments

that we would like
to schedule.

I-I think you're being
overly sensitive.

I'm sure that Bill and Virginia
would happily defer to us

when it comes to the day-to-day
management of the case.

I did it.

Oh, my God, I did it.

And you'll do it again.

Okay, Mr. and Mrs.
Drag, when you're ready.

You can get changed
and join us outside.

Don't forget,
we deserve this.

Uh, anyway,

the woman I've discussed
in these meetings before--

for months now, I've done
everything I can to resist her.

I have put up
every imaginable barrier,

but somehow...

uh, all the defenses that I had
so carefully constructed...

they all just, uh...
just collapsed.

I mean, in an instant.

I...

well, I guess I've fallen
off the wagon.

Thank you for sharing.

But, uh, well,
I'm-I'm asking for your help.

And I don't know
what to tell you.

The people in this room,
we're all alcoholics.

That's what we're here
to discuss.

Your problem seems to be
about...some woman.

But is-is there
a difference?

I mean, I mean,
isn't addiction addiction?

Who would like to share?

Look, I-I'm sorry, but...

I have sat here
week after week,

listening to everyone else's
problems,

and to be honest,
that meant weeks of listening

to a lot
of self-pitying stories,

belly-achers blaming
everyone else

for their problems.

Greta, it was your sister
that got the ballet lessons,

and that's why you
grew up to drink

half a bottle
of Jim Beam every night.

We don't use
other members' testimonies.

If only Alan's wife didn't
snore like a terrier,

you know, he would never have
turned to mixing Canadian Club

with sleeping pills
in the first place.

It's the same, isn't it?
You feel bad,

so you drink to--
to numb the pain,

and then when it wears off,
lo and behold,

you feel even worse,
so it's back to the bottle.

And then the cycle goes
on and on and on.

Because it's not
the drinking!

Or--or--or the pills
or the whatever

that you're addicted to--
not really,

I suppose any more than it is
that I'm addicted to Virginia.

Well--

what we need,
what we crave...

is the feeling bad part,

the blaming and--and the guilt
and--and the shame and--

we only feel
like ourselves...

we only know
who we are...

when we feel worthless.

Paging Mrs. Johnson.

Daddy.

I wasn't expecting to see you
till tonight.

I thought we were meeting
for dinner at the Marmaduke.

Your mother wanted to spend
the afternoon shopping,

and you know how I get
around department stores.

Yes, like it's
the Bataan Death March.

Actually, um,
I was wondering

if I could have
a moment of your time.

Yes, of course.
Sit.

I've have to level
with you, honey.

We didn't come here
just to see Lisa--

although we did bring
plenty of presents,

don't you worry
about that.

I suppose it clicked for me
when I saw you

at that seminar
last week.

Here I am,
searching high and low

to find the secret
of fixing my marriage,

when the answer has been
in front of me all along.

You came for...
treatment?

That's why I booked
the hotel room,

because I thought
your mother and I would need

a place to work
on the assignments and such.

And obviously, we would want
to see one of your colleagues.

I understand this is
not a subject

you want to be discussing
with your parents.

Yes, I would
certainly recommend

that somebody else
oversee the case.

I'm sor--
I'm so surprised

that you got Mom
to go along with this.

She has no idea.

If I'd have told her,
she wouldn't have come.

When were you planning
on breaking the news?

Actually, I was hoping
that you would consider

introducing the idea
to her first.

You want me to talk Mom
into sex therapy?

I would never ask this of you,
Gini, except that--

Except you are.

Well, I thought today was
a very productive session.

Frankly, I'm not sure I'd be
achieving the same results

with Bill and Virginia.

Look, those two,
they're the greatest.

They're the Fred and Ginger
of sexual dysfunction,

but ever since
you came on board,

you've blown the whole thing
wide open.

Until next week?

Actually, there's
something I was hoping

to bring up with you.

It's somewhat--
well...

it's--it's delicate.

Nancy and I have
a proposal for you,

an idea for a book.

A book, I see.

We've just begun a major
new study on homosexuality.

We've already seen
dozens of subjects.

We plan to bring in
hundreds more

by the time
all is said and done.

When you say "we,"

who exactly are we
talking about?

Nancy and me.

Dr. Masters and
Mrs. Johnson,

they're not involved
in the study?

They've left much
of the nitty-gritty

to the two of us.

Based on my work
at the Kinsey Institute,

I am something of a specialist
in the subject.

So they know
about this book idea?

We haven't formally broached
the subject yet, no,

but I have every reason
to assume they'll be supportive.

Even if I believe you,
I'm in the business

of selling books.

"Masters and Johnson,"
that's a name

the consumer has come
to know and trust.

"Dreessen and Leveau?"

That just sounds like
a Dutch guy and a Frenchman

with a personal injury practice.
With all due respect.

What if I could promise you
that was about to change?

Nancy and I are opening
our own practice

in New York City.

I live in New York City.

I know you do.

We already have office space
secured on the Upper East Side.

How many wealthy, well-connected
Manhattanites are suffering

from sexual dysfunctions
and would be eager--

Do you know where
you'll be living yet?

Because there are openings
in my building all the time.

Best location in the city.

Five-minute walk
to Times Square.

So...are you saying yes
to the book?

I'm saying I'm confident
we can work something out.

In the meantime, if we could,
you know, keep this between us.

Mum's the word.

Do you have a moment?

I've just spoken
with a potential new client.

Is that right?

Yes, he and his wife
are in their 60s.

Evidently, their sex life
has dwindled in recent years,

and he's hoping to rekindle
the lost passion.

Well, they'll have to make
an appointment.

There isn't an opening
for months.

I want to move them
to the front of the line.

So these are VIPs,
I gather.

They're my parents.

I didn't know your parents
were having trouble.

Neither did I,
till last week,

when I ran into my father
at that singles seminar.

He's dissatisfied
in the marriage.

According to him,
my mother is no longer

interested in sex at all.

Mm.
I have to say,

I'm impressed your mother
would even entertain

the idea of treatment.
Seems unlike her.

That's because
it is unlike her.

He hasn't told her
a thing about it.

He expects me
to convince her.

Uh, you said no, I hope.

Oh, Virginia,
you can't get

in the middle
of your parents' marriage.

What choice do I have?
They came to me.

He came to you.

And even if you did
convince her,

who's gonna take the case?
Art and Nancy?

Oh, no, no.
No, I can't treat your parents.

- Why not?
- Because they're your parents.

My mother would never
talk to strangers

about the intimate details
of her marriage. You know that.

And you think she'd be
more comfortable

sharing those details
with me?

Don't fight me on this,
Bill, please.

Help me.

I can't just stand back
and watch

my parents' marriage
fall apart.

If they both agree,
then--

Well, I'm seeing
them both tonight,

so hopefully,
I can find a moment

to take my mother aside.

You're coming over later,
though, right?

Uh...actually, I'm, uh...

I'm concerned about a patient,
Louise Bell.

She came in for treatment
last week.

Uh, her husband had
spinal injury.

Mm-hmm, well, I went
to a meeting this afternoon,

and no one has seen her in days,
so I thought I would just,

you know, drop by her house,
see that she's all right.

Because you're still going
to AA meetings.

Occasionally.
I find they help.

With what?

No, I-I'm trying
to understand.

And that's exactly what
I'm doing as well,

trying to understand.

Civil Procedure
is a must.

You're gonna want to sign up
for that one.

Every first-year
law student takes it.

Well, it meets Wednesday nights,
which means I can still take

Constitutional Law
Tuesday mornings.

A paralegal at my firm did
the same program you're doing--

part-time classes,
nights and weekends.

He had his JD
in six years.

I think maybe we should
find a hotel,

finish the drive
in the morning.

Just so we're clear,
when you said that Albany was

"a hop, skip, and jump" away,
what you meant was

a three-hour flight followed
by a six-hour drive

into the middle of nowhere.

For your information,
Albany is often compared

to the great cities
of Europe.

Not favorably,
but still.

So, this case of yours tomorrow,
you gonna win?

It doesn't matter
either way.

You can't mean that.

Won't your client be in trouble
if you lose?

It's a test case.

My client intentionally set fire
to the American flag

to challenge
the statute.

But what if the court doesn't
overturn the statute?

Three to five years
in prison.

Oh.
Who would volunteer for that?

Break the law, get arrested,
and then...

just hope it all
works out.

Can't imagine being
that brave.

Louise is usually the one
to keep things tidy.

You know, some people,
they relax after work

by turning on the TV
or reading a book.

Louise, she...
she vacuums.

When do you
expect her back?

She usually stumbles in
around 5:00 or 6:00.

Sleep it off
for a few hours.

You know where she is now?

Bar.

Liquor store,
hotel room.

I don't suppose
it's a coincidence,

Louise picking up a drink
the week we began treatment.

How very astute
of you, Doc.

See, you gave her hope.

She thought she had
found a cure.

Abracadabra, I come in
and you'd wave your magic wand,

and just like that
it'd all be better.

I tried.
I really did.

We did everything
you--you told us to do.

- You--you had sex?

She had sex, Doc.

She had sex,
I didn't have anything.

I just lay there,
waiting for it to end,

so I could...
go about my night.

The two of you should have come
to speak to me right away.

We could have discussed
the experience together.

Look, I don't know
about Louise,

but I'm finished discussing
anything with you, Doc.

You can see yourself out.

Mason, Fred, and Karen--

Are you sure you
turned off the tape recorders?

Yes, don't worry.
I double-checked.

Now, what did we decide
about New England?

If they are closer to New York
than St. Louis,

they are
potential clients.

How long have they been
on the wait list?

Hmm.

Looks like Mrs. Mason
first called this office

to make an appointment
on February 15th,

the day
after Valentine's Day.

Fortuitous timing.

You know, Bob said
there are openings

in his building
all the time.

Apparently, it's not too far
from the theater district.

Surrounded by hicks from Iowa
snapping photographs.

Not even a New Yorker yet,

and already grumbling
about tourists.

There's one thing I need
to take care of before we go.

Yeah?
What's that?

I'm pregnant.

Oh, my God.
Nance, this is--

I don't know
who the father is.

So it--it could be mine?

Chances are just as good
that it's Bruce's,

or Randy's, or...
someone else's.

I'm gonna speak
to Barton tomorrow,

ask for the name of a doctor
who can perform the procedure.

Or we could keep it.

Look, maybe it isn't mine.

I-I'm willing to live
with that chance.

I don't need to look at a child
and see my--my father's ears,

my grandmother's chin.

What about seeing
Bruce's eyes,

or Randy's dimples?

Hey, look, we said that
going to New York,

this was our chance
to start over,

just the two of us.
This--this is the--

it's the last thread
tying us to our old life,

our old marriage,
our old selves.

Someday soon,
we will have our own,

and there will not be
any question,

and you'll see
your father's ears

and--and your grandma--

grandmother's chin.

And that this will all
have been worth it.

I-I just--I promise.
Okay?

Wasn't sure
when you'd be coming.

You smell like a tavern.

I've just been
to four of them.

Not to drink.
I was looking for Louise.

Is that Bill?

They insisted on coming back
for a nightcap.

You are joining us,
aren't you, Bill?

Oy.

You missed
a delicious dinner tonight.

Those lamb chops, didn't they
just melt in your mouth?

Mm.

I still think Lisa
would have done fine.

Children do not belong
in restaurants.

I think it's a sign of the times
that so many parents

don't seem to know that.
Maybe they just don't care.

How are your kids, Bill?

My kids?
Uh, they're--they're fine.

Didn't Jenny just win a prize
at camp this week?

Uh, yes, yes, she--

she took home the blue ribbon
in the science fair.

The science fair?

Oh, looks like you have
a tomboy on your hands.

Uh, Jenny made a diorama
of the moon landing.

I bet she wasn't
the only one.

No.

No, it was a very popular theme
this year.

I sure there will be quite a few
Neil Armstrongs at Halloween.

There was that one photo
they keep showing in the paper

of the astronauts
planting the flag.

Yes, that was beautiful,
wasn't it?

I thought it was
just about the, uh,

saddest damn thing
I'd ever seen.

What in the world are you
talking about, Harry?

Well, all around 'em,
there was nothing but black,

and they were wearing
those helmets too,

so where their faces
should have been,

there's just more black,

like, uh, they were lost

or...invisible.

Are you all right,
Daddy?

Harry, I think you've had
enough to drink tonight.

I'm fine.

It's getting late
anyhow.

Do you mind
giving me a hand

with the dishes
before you go?

Sure, sweetheart.

I'm sure Gini mentioned
that, uh, I came in to see her.

- Uh, yes.
Yes, she did.

I didn't even think
I was gonna get up the nerve

to ask her for help,
but...

just been so down in the dumps
about it, our marriage.

Honest to God, Bill,
I don't know anymore

whether it hurts more
to stick together

or hurts more to...

throw in the towel.

Ugh.

I'm so sorry
you walked into that.

Didn't you speak
to your mother?

I tried to.

I told her how concerned
I was about my father.

She told me I was
just being dramatic.

So, what are you
gonna do?

I don't know.

But let's not talk about it
tonight.

Okay.

I-I would like to talk
about us, though.

Exactly...
what this is.

I would like to talk
about that too.

But...
first I need this.

♪ quiet music ♪

They're my favorite.

What the hell
is going on here?

There are hippies
everywhere.

I thought you knew
about a shortcut.

This is the shortcut.

Can we turn around?

It's one-way.

You can't just leave your car!
This isn't a parking lot!

Maybe someone can tell
me what's going on.

Libby, stay in the car.

I'll be right back.

Hi. Excuse me,
do any of you happen to know

why traffic is
at a standstill?

Is there some kind of accident
up ahead?

There are no accidents.

We're all part
of the big karmic wheel, man.

- Yeah.
- Thank you for that.

Are you all headed
up to Albany too?

Albany?

- Nah, man.
- Nah.

Nobody here is going
to Albany.

I mean, I knew there was
a concert happening,

but the advertisements said it
was a "weekend in the country."

It sounds less like a getaway
and more like the Second Coming.

"Three days
of peace, love, and music."

Have they seen
the weather forecasts?

More like 72 hours of thunder,
lightning, and humidity.

I don't remember
locking the door.

Bram.

Excuse me?
Hello?

You have our keys.

You don't believe me.

You guys know why they call it
The Show Me State?

Because people always say,

"Show me what's so great
about Missouri."

What?

Bill Masters,
as I live and breathe.

This is--this is Bill,
everybody.

Wh-what are the odds of seeing
you here of all places?

Oh, slim, it turns out.

I've been looking for you
for two days.

Here I am, about to buy drinks
for all my new friends,

because they are here
for a sales convention.

They're from the future.

We're futures commodities
traders.

That's what I said.

I need a round of drinks
for my friends.

We have time travelers--
in our midst.

What are you doing,
Louise?

Oh, you--
came to scold me.

Go ahead, get it over with,
because I got stuff to do.

I'm not gonna scold you.

The truth is...

you're not the only one
who's fallen off the wagon.

What?

You didn't.

Two nights in a row.

Well...

since we both
have fallen,

why not enjoy the way down
together?

I've asked Guy to, um,

clear my appointments
for the afternoon.

Barton gave me the number
of a doctor.

He can see me
right away.

Nance, look,
I-I hate this.

At least let me
come with you.

You have study subjects
coming in.

I'll reschedule them.

This is my responsibility,
not yours.

Okay?

Hmm?
What do you think?

For Tessa.

Isn't it
a little short?

She's got the legs.

I don't know why she wouldn't
want to show them off.

I-I'd like to continue
our conversation about Daddy.

Oh, are you still
on about that?

I'm worried about him.

In fact, I'm worried
about both of you.

He came to talk to me
about your marriage.

I'm sorry, I must have
heard you wrong.

I thought you said
my marriage.

He feels that there is
a certain...

spark missing.

And he would like you

to consider treatment.

Your father's
lost his mind.

Is he wrong?

I mean,
do you find yourself...

sexually satisfied?

Some of us are trying
to eat here.

I don't think
that you realize

how seriously Daddy
is taking this issue.

If something
doesn't change...

I'm afraid your marriage
is on the line.

At least he's
being honest,

willing to admit
that there's a problem here,

instead of just burying
his head in the sand.

I guess he told you
about Colleen Goddard.

Since he's being so honest
about everything.

Oh.

He didn't
bring up Colleen.

Who is that?

Do you remember
that dumpy dry cleaner's

off Bradbury Road?

Her husband owned it.
She was the tailor.

For the longest time,
I was worried

that your father
was yoyo dieting,

because he was constantly
having his trousers

taken in, then out.

And then I found
a note she'd written him.

And he didn't deny it.

After that,
he didn't even bother hiding

what was happening
anymore.

He kept seeing her?

For six more years.

Six years?

You just stayed with him?

How was I supposed to leave him
with a baby?

I couldn't afford to have
my child raised by sitters.

We got past it.

Then we had
some happy years.

And this is exactly why
I did not want to have

this conversation with you.

I can understand that
hearing this could be

very upsetting to you,
sweetheart.

Not at all.

Obviously,
I feel sorry

that you had to go through
such a painful experience,

but I can also separate
whatever...

personal feelings I might have
from my clinical understanding.

I have spoken
to hundreds of clients

with stories
just like yours--

people who have found a way,
through treatment...

to recapture
what was lost.

Whatever is...broken
between you and Daddy...

I can fix it.

Whew.

- Mmm.
- Ahh.

God, rum was never
my drink.

Well, I have always loved
a man in uniform,

and Captain Morgan is
no exception.

You know, I know I've been
a skeptic in the past,

and I'm certainly in no place
to tell you or anyone else

how to lead their lives,
but--

But you think that I should
get to a meeting,

and work the program.

Today is already shot.

So, I will go
to a meeting tomorrow.

Mm.

Marrying that man was
so glorious.

This was the--this was
the song that we danced to,

our first dance
at our wedding, and...

We danced all night.

I mean till 5:00
the next morning.

I...

couldn't believe it when my feet
were hurting, 'cause...

felt like they never
touched the ground.

Yeah.

You want to dance?

Okay.

♪ So drink up... ♪

I owe you an apology.

I know that the work
you did with your husband--

the work I encouraged
you to do--

that's the reason
we're here.

I'm the one

who made the mistake
of coming to you,

thinking that my marriage
could change,

that things
could be different.

They still can.

I know
what my marriage is,

'cause I made it
that way.

Maybe if he had the keys
that night--

but he didn't.
I did.

Hmm.

What you and James
have now,

it doesn't seem like love.
It seems like punishment.

If you stay in this marriage,
Louise,

this will--this will
just keep happening.

Eventually, you will be
right back here again.

Don't you think
I know that?

Well, then you have to leave,
don't you?

How do I do that?

I put this man in a wheelchair
for the rest of his life,

and then I just
walk out the door?

You're asking me to trade

one form of punishment
for another.

How do you know it would be
any worse

than what you have now?

I don't.

I don't.

but at some point,
you gotta make a choice.

I choose to stay.

♪ And the laugh's on me ♪

Isn't there somewhere else
that you can do

whatever it is
that you're doing?

Can't you see?
I'm dying.

Apparently,
she is dying now.

You can't argue her
out of a bad trip.

Oh, so now you're the expert
on bad trips?

Oh, poor thing.
She looks terrified.

Careful, Lib,
she might bite.

Hi. I understand
you're having a hard time?

You're dying, I'm told?

Maybe I could come in,
we could talk about it.

Just you.

Not the guy that looks
like an ape.

That was
unnecessarily hurtful!

What's your name?

Allison.

Can I tell you a secret,
Allison?

Sometimes I feel
like I'm dying too.

Because this person
that I've always been--

this person who was
sensible and cautious,

every day--

little by little,
that person is...fading away.

Will you help me then?
Since you've done it already,

you can guide me.

Okay.
Um...

Tell me what you see.

It's dark.
I don't see anything.

Okay, okay, okay.

I want you to, um...

take a step forward.

I want you to begin
to let go.

Let go of everything
that you're holding onto,

Let go of everything

that's weighing you down.

All of the people
that have hurt you,

all of the...
disappointments.

The betrayals.

I want you
to leave it all here.

It's of no use to you
anymore.

♪ peaceful music ♪

Now, this is gonna be
the hardest part.

Now...
you have to let go...

of you.

You ready?

I'm gonna count to three.
Okay?

One.

Two.

Three.

You did it.

What happened?

You died.

Oh.

- That's so sad.
- No. No.

You had to.

It's the only way
you could be reborn.

Well, I have to say,
I wasn't sure

you were gonna be able
to pull it off,

getting your mother
to agree to this.

Well, it only took two hours
of haranguing.

I didn't realize you were gonna
sit in on the appointment.

I thought it would just be
Bill and me.

Well, actually, I have decided
to oversee the case myself.

Really?

I will be conducting an intake
with you this morning,

and then a separate intake
tomorrow with Mom--

uh, Mrs. Eshelman.

You're not gonna
call her that, are you?

Let's start by discussing
the issues

that brought you
to treatment.

Well, um...

your mother and I
haven't really had--

You don't have to say,
"Your mother."

Uh, Edna and I haven't
had sex in years,

and, uh, we haven't had
good sex in--

God, I don't even know.

Was there a particular time
in your marriage

that you remember sex being
the most satisfying?

Well, um...

in the beginning, we really
couldn't go a day or two...

without--

Have you ever been unfaithful
in your marriage?

It's a standard intake question
I have to ask.

Hmm.

Um, the answer's no.

Never?

Never.

Are you going to tell me
about the drycleaner's wife

or are you intentionally
leaving that out?

Uh...

I'm not sure what
your mother told you.

She told me that you slept
with this woman for years.

Well, that was--
that was a long time ago.

And that she confronted you
about it,

but you continued
to see her.

Why is this suddenly feeling
like an inquisition?

I'm just trying to figure out
if this...event

had something to do with...

why you have these...issues
emerging between you and Mom.

Uh, Mrs. Eshelman.

Well, your mother and I
never had any problems with sex.

I--not back then,
at least.

So...

you continued having sex
with Mrs. Eshelman

during the time
of your affair?

How could--

How could you do that?

I don't think this was
a good idea after all.

Why?

Because you can't answer
the question?

Because I thought that
this was supposed to be

about you listening to me,
without judgment.

I'm not judging you,
I'm just asking you

how you could do that
to your wife.

Well, I think
that's a question

you could answer
as well as I can.

You and Bill, weren't you
both married when that began,

or was it just him?

And--and what about Dan Logan?

I seem to remember he had
a wife back in New York City.

♪ somber music ♪

And I am not judging you.

Hell, maybe you had
the right idea--

get out while
the getting is good.

Before the--
before the passion goes,

before...you find yourself
arguing about--

Before you find yourself
arguing

about who forgot
to close the cereal box.

Before it gets...

before it gets boring.

Do you know the only thing
more boring

than a one-night stand?

A whole string of them.

On the surface,
they may all seem different,

but underneath,

they're all
exactly the same.

Same inane small talk

followed by...

a few frantic moments
of p--

of pleasure,

ending with...
phone numbers being exchanged,

only to be thrown
in the nearest garbage bin.

But you and Mom,

you--you know each other,
deeply.

You've built this...

real life together.

I know there have been
so many ups and downs--

a million of them,
but...

you're together.

But, honey,

if you're saying that's
what you really want...

then why don't you have it?

It's over.

Good news.

I was able to use a phone
at a gas station

to call the firm.
They have chartered a helicopter

to pick us up
in a hippy-free field

1/2 mile down the road.

I'm gonna stay, actually.

What?
In a traffic jam?

No.

Allison and her friends
are walking to the festival.

It's 35 miles away.

Have you ingested
something?

You know,
in the last few days,

I have begun registering
for night classes,

and in six years
I will be a lawyer.

In the meantime,
I can keep my job with Herb,

and I can keep my slot
in the carpool.

When did my dreams get
so small?

They're not small.
They're--they're...reasonable.

Dreams aren't
supposed to be reasonable.

They're supposed to be
outlandish.

Dangerous.

Like burning a flag
and not knowing

if you're a hero
or a felon, or...

walking 35 miles,
even if you don't know

what you'll find
when you get there.

Even if all you find is...
rain.

Come with me.

Oh.

In half a mile,
you're gonna change your mind.

I'll be here waiting.

Well...

don't wait too long.

♪ Not to be the crying kind ♪

♪ Not to be the girl ♪

♪ You left behind ♪

What about your things?

I have everything I need.

♪ You gotta go
where you wanna go ♪

♪ Do what you wanna do ♪

♪ With whoever
you wanna do it with ♪

♪ Babe you gotta go ♪

♪ Go where you want ♪

♪ And do what you wanna do ♪

♪ Go where you want ♪

Has Bill been in yet today?

I haven't seen him.

But it's not unusual,
though,

for Dr. Bill to come in late
on Fridays.

Why is that?

What?

There's an AA meeting

at the Baptist Church
on Hickston.

Right.

Good morning.

How is she?

She's...

she's tired.

Some cramping.

Otherwise, I think
she's gonna be okay.

Oh, Art.

I'm so sorry.

♪ gentle music ♪

I didn't know who else to ask.

No, no, I'm--

You did the right thing.

You can come to me
with anything.

You know that.

I'm not gonna lecture you,
try to talk you out of it.

I'm sure this is not a decision
you've arrived at lightly.

You can tell them
I've referred you.

Thank you.

I, uh, I know you and Art,

you have
an unconventional setup.

I'm just saying, I understand

why you might be hesitant
to raise a child

when the parentage
is in question.

It isn't in question,
actually.

So you know
who the father is?

It's Art.

Well, I'm very careful
about these things.

I use condoms
with everyone else.

Um...

a few weeks ago, though,
I woke up in the morning

and realized
I hadn't worn

my diaphragm with Art

the night before.

But I don't understand.

I remember you telling me
how keen Art was

to start a family
as soon as you were married.

What happened?

Nothing.

Art is as keen as ever.

Then...why wouldn't you
keep it?

I never wanted
to get married.

He did and I agreed.

And I knew that this was
just a ring.

It can be put on and taken off
a hundred times a day.

It doesn't mean anything.
It's--it's not that

I even want to leave him--
I don't.

I just...

I-I need to know that I can.

I need to know
that there's...

a--a door leading out,

even if I never go.

And a baby--
whew--

it closes that door
forever.

A--a baby means
that I can never leave.

I was hoping I could
sit in on a meeting,

see what it's all about.

It just ended
ten minutes ago.

Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

So what happens here
exactly?

In these meetings?

Uh, well, uh...

First of all...

we--we go through the steps.

It's fine, I can finish up.
Good night.

And then, you know,
if someone's new

we encouraged them
to introduce themselves.

Yes. "My name is Virginia,
and I'm an alcoholic."

I saw that
in "Days of Wine and Roses."

I'm--

I'm not an alcoholic
though.

But...

for a long time
I thought I was

addicted...

to--

Well, to you.

I'm not your addiction, Bill.

Well, I-I know that now.

I've lived in a--in a...

dark place...

for a long time, and...

I don't want to live there
anymore.

And to be completely honest
with you, Virginia,

I don't know if you're
the way out of that place...

or if being with you
is just another way

for me to stay in it.

You're scared.

Yeah.

Well, just so you know, Bill,
I'm scared too.

Is it so bad that
we're scared together?

We've always just leapt
into the unknown,

the work or sex.

Been open to trying...

almost anything,
really.

The only thing
we haven't tried is...

just being.

Waking up together
and having breakfast.

Watching the news at 6:00.

Discussing--

I don't know, whether or not
to get a dog.

- A dog?
- A dog, I know,

from a woman terrified
of being a housewife.

Having a dog is--

it means having
a life together.

and having a life together
means being all-in.

Both of us.

For better or for worse.

In good times or in bad.

Sickness or health.

For richer or poorer.

♪ rhythmic music ♪

Till death do us part.