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Previously on Masters of Sex.

Bill!

It happened from time to time when I was a kid.

Do you think it might have been triggered by anxiety about the baby?

It looks as if you've seen a ghost.

Mother. What was Bill's father like?

Francis wasn't a bad man.

That's not the same thing as being a good man.

Nice to meet you.

I'm, uh, anonymous.

I'm anonymous, too.

The higher-ups didn't appreciate the doc's vision or something like that. I

was so excited about the study. Sorry, it's over.

I can't conduct my research in a brothel, and this study will suffocate.

Dear God, you are a dog with a bone.

You know, I met a young man at the brothel, a prostitute, a homosexual.

Men who pay to see him, they're salesmen or lawyers or a provost of a major

university.

I'm begging you to reconsider.

Bill, is this Bill?

You are Provost Scully's daughter.

Vivian. You feel like taking your sweater off?

Okay.

I'm sorry about last night. I was punishing someone, but it ended up being

you.

You and Daddy had a sleepover?

Yes, Daddy slept over. He slept. He collapsed.

The second his head hit the pillow. I told you that you could not stay over.

He's going to think that his parents have gotten back together.

Desi, what are you doing home?

Daddy's got to stop early.

Dad's not coming in because he doesn't want to lecture.

Really? Desi, can you hand me a towel, sweetie?

Dad wants to live here.

How come you let Dad sleep here sometimes and sometimes not?

Henry, he slept here once.

Now let me have the bathroom to get ready, okay? I've missed you guys. I

want to hear all about your weekend. You can tell me over breakfast.

We already had breakfast.

Why are... Are you always so mean to Dad?

Henry, I'm not mean. And if that's what he's been telling you, then I'm... One

weekend with Dad is better than a million days here with you.

24 weeks means it's officially the size of a cantaloupe.

Last time it was a navel orange, and the time before that it was a grape.

Listen for yourself.

Sounds like a submarine.

Everybody loves the second trimester.

Nausea subsides, you get a boost of energy, feet are still visible. I can

still see my toes.

Barely. We will fix that soon enough.

Next checkup is at 26 weeks.

Counting the days.

We've been trying for six months, since the wedding night.

We know we're young, but we felt the calling.

While youth is the best ally to fertility, your mens is irregular?

Your monthly cycle?

We've prayed on it, like Abraham and Sarah.

She was barren, but she never lost faith. The Lord gave them descendants as

countless as the sand on the seashore.

Hebrews 11.

But still, we are starting to worry that children may not be in God's plan.

God may have created the heavens and earth, but he's not an obstetrician.

And when you say you're trying, what exactly is your regimen? Just like the

Bible says, we lie together every night.

A missionary position, I presume?

What positions have you tried?

Positions? You're joking.

They thought sleeping together meant actually sleeping.

Enoch begat Methuselah, Elkanah, son of Jerome, lay with Hannah. I finally told

him, if you want a family, forget the good book, follow my Ten Commandments.

Thou shalt have no other gods besides Bill Masters.

Well, then their faces. When I explained the nuts and bolts, the wife looked like

she'd seen a second coming.

Wait till she sees her husband coming.

Bill.

Is your appointment already over? Mm-hmm.

Did Dr.

Haas take your blood pressure?

And urine?

Just as soon not discuss my urine with my husband in the hallway. But yes, all

was tested and all is well.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to reward myself with a trip to the

nursery.

She loves staring at the babies.

Why wouldn't I? It's cheaper than a matinee and you are guaranteed a happy

ending.

Well, I'm headed that way myself.

Popcorn.

See? Everyone loves baby.

I'm surprised I had to hear it from Vivian that your paths had crossed.

But it was nothing, really.

I mean, it was something, of course. Your daughter is lovely.

And it was, uh... What did she say it was?

A date?

It wasn't a date?

I saw her once in the cafeteria.

And then later, briefly, and I guess again in the cafeteria.

A big eater, are you?

No.

Although I am a man of restrained appetites, for the record.

The truth is, my daughter thinks you're the pussy's whiskers.

Always has, ever since she was a girl.

I'm very flattered.

Of course you are.

She's a special girl.

Always has her heart right on her sleeve.

Very sensitive.

All I said was, maybe one of these nights Dr. Haas will take you out for an

egg creed.

It's inherent to the process.

At some point, we'll have observed enough of the four stages.

It does seem that each new subject fits on the already established curve. And

with this being our 200th observation of auto-manipulation... Happy 200th.

Subject F096, 49 seconds in the excitement phase.

And solidly on the curve, which further confirms every masturbatory act we've

witnessed follows this same pattern of excitement, plateau, orgasm, resolution.

We have those numbers, so... Let's move on.

Get back to couples.

How does one partner affect the other's faces?

That's interesting.

The only problem is it won't be a controlled study.

In fact, it will be controlled since we'll follow this same protocol.

Yes, but it doesn't take into account the factor that we can't predict the

traction.

Take Langham and Jane, for example. Obviously, they're attracted.

Where is that in the data? I don't need data. I saw him try to pull her into a

janitor's closet.

Just because you can't reduce it to a number doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

It, meaning what?

Chemistry? Something that can't be explained or quantified?

Yes, that spark.

Attraction has to play into how a couple moves through the stages of sex.

It has to.

How often they climax together.

Climax together.

There's an event as rare as Haley's Comet.

Where's that data?

It's not rare at all if the couple is well matched.

Orgasm completed at two minutes and two seconds.

State of the art.

But a certain amount of chafing is unavoidable.

Small price to pay for freedom. Am I right, Corporal?

The study is back.

A whole shebang.

Couples and everything. Wonderful news.

Are you signing up?

Please say yes.

Virginia hasn't asked me yet, but... Heck yes!

Yes!

I haven't been this excited in...

You know, you were there. I really miss being a pioneer on the front lines of

science.

Right, me too.

I wear that perfume I like.

Hello.

Hello.

I think there's been a mistake.

No mistake.

This is your partner for the evening.

Hi, I'm F-102.

Little sleepy, isn't he?

I don't know what to... I've never not risen to the occasion, ever.

Ever, ever.

There's a first time for everything.

I'm really glad you called.

And I am really glad you didn't hang up.

I wanted to make up for last time, take you on a proper date.

A diner is proper.

A bar is fun.

I thought you'd enjoy an egg cream.

Why would you think that?

I'm about to turn 19, you know.

Two years away from legal drinking.

And I'd hate for somebody to get the wrong idea. Your father, for example.

Although I'm sure you haven't said anything to him.

Well, I haven't told him we were drinking whiskey in your apartment the

other night.

Which is a felony, by the way.

Corrupting a minor.

That was a lapse in judgment.

One of several.

And I apologize.

Too bad my father's not here.

That's who your apology is really for.

Because you're afraid, maybe I'll talk.

Maybe he'll fire you. Vivian, no, that is not it.

It's a little bit it, but mostly, you are beautiful and

charming and someone who deserves a steady boyfriend.

Who says that that's what I want?

I mean, is that what you want?

Someone steady?

No.

I am definitely not the settling down type.

Then why should I be?

I'm young.

I have everything ahead for me.

Why are you so sure I can't have a casual relationship?

Something fun.

Easy.

Maybe a little bit daring.

Why can't two people just have a good time and leave it at that?

So, anything you like, or... I like you.

You can keep going.

Actually, I can't.

Oh.

Obviously, I did something wrong.

No, it was...

I'm all wet down there.

That's me.

Why are you bleeding?

Is it midnight?

It's not midnight.

It's late.

Honey, what are you still doing up?

Where's Pam?

I'm with Tessa.

Why do you even bother coming home at all?

It's not a nice thing to say, Henry.

When Dad lived with us, you worked at night, and then you worked in the day.

But now you work at day and at night.

What's the point of even having a mom?

It probably does seem like I work all the time.

Because you do.

So let's plan something fun.

Tomorrow night.

Come on.

I will have Pam take you to the hospital, and we will go eat at

Freddy's, and you can have all the cherry pie you want.

And then we'll ride the Ferris wheel.

Just you, me, and Tessie.

But after the Ferris wheel, I'm going to go live with Dad.

I don't want to live with you anymore.

Bill? Bill!

Bill, wake up.

You haven't had a checkup in ages.

Are you sure you shouldn't see someone about this?

It's not a medical condition.

Doctors being the worst patients.

All they really are are dreams.

Odd dreams.

Standing up, backed it out.

I know something's bothering you.

Yoo-hoo!

Let myself in. So we see.

Good morning, Mother.

Good morning, you two.

And you needn't scowl, Billy. I was invited.

We have a shopping date.

Apparently they're doing wonders with maternity clothes these days.

Lovely fabrics and styles.

Only the best to cover our darling little...

You cannot trick us into blurting out baby names, Mother.

Well, I can try.

We can't blurt out baby names because we haven't picked them.

Because your son has been too busy to discuss them.

Oh, but there's a system.

The first son after the father's father. The second son after the mother's

father. Third son after the father's eldest brother. We're not having a

litter.

Don't forget we have the Scullies tonight.

I'm stumped on the gift.

What do you give a couple for their 30th anniversary?

I think 30 is Pearl.

We do need to think about names, Daddy.

If it's a boy, he can have your name, but if it's a girl... If it's a girl, we

can discuss it later.

What I mean is, Vivian Scully forced herself on me. Which means I am now

completely screwed, because it turns out Vivian Scully...

Yes.

Was a virgin.

You deflowered the provost's daughter?

She duped me. And now her father thinks I'm the pussy's whiskers. And he asked

me to their 30th anniversary party at their country club. Don't guys like

being a cross first?

Are you crazy?

It's too much responsibility.

Suddenly you're everything. I want your love, your time, your devotion. They're

basically glued to you for the rest of your natural life. It's like those signs

you see in thrift shops.

You break it, You buy it.

And they say chivalry's dead.

Scully could fire me if he finds out. And if I don't send her flowers or

something, she... I hope you at least send her flowers.

But I don't want to give her the wrong message.

I think having sex with her took care of that. All right. All right, then.

A dozen roses seems like I'm chasing her.

But one rose.

One red rose means I love you.

Scratch that. What about white roses? White is for brides.

Lavender. Means love at first sight. Peach.

For closing a deal. Are you making this up?

Yellow.

Yellow means friendship. Send her yellow roses.

But only six, right?

Why is it scientifically impossible for a man to put himself in a woman's shoes

even for one second?

Think about how she feels.

How does she feel?

Lousy.

Send her a dozen.

It was sneaky and underhanded and unprofessional. I mean, what the hell

were you playing at? Do I look like a lab monkey to you?

Some specimen you could just throw in the deep end. Hey, exhibit A, mate down

with exhibit B. I'm not a toy.

I'm not a puppet and you, you are not my puppeteers. That is a lot of mixed

metaphors. The reason I couldn't fuck that woman is because I was expecting

Jane. Non-performance is an equally valuable part of the study. I am not

going down on the record as a non-performance! It wouldn't be a bell

curve if everyone was at the top. First of all, Austin, we're sorry.

We were trying to collect data that wasn't skewed by attachment, a

controlled study.

You should have told me that. Yes, we should have. But now you know, so last

night... Goes in the shredder!

I am not a sexual lemon!

You could also end your participation in the study altogether.

I can't end it. The only way Jane will sleep with me is in the study.

Austin, this is not a dating.

I know. I know where you're going, Bill. Just spare me.

Okay, look, I'll continue with this next phase, but only if I get to use Jane as

my baseline.

After that, if you're going to put me with someone else, the least you can do

is warn me.

God knows I've not been perfect in my marriage, but I...

I do have feelings.

It could have been about Bill's anxiety.

But why should Billy be anxious? He has everything.

Fancy job, a beautiful wife, baby on the way.

In my day, a woman went away in her fifth month and didn't come back again

until her tenth.

I think maybe it is about the baby.

Because when I saw him there, crouched over the suitcase, I thought, well, he's

packed all of my things for the hospital. My maternity clothes, my

toothbrush.

It was sweet in a first-time father way.

But he also packed all of the baby's things.

Booties, blankets, that little lamb night lamp.

Well, he didn't know what he was doing.

Did he when he was a boy?

Bill said he did this a lot as a child.

Did he?

Well, but it was always in the cutest way.

Oh, I do remember one thing.

His father and I heard something in the living room. We came in, and he was

trying to fly a kite. Got it stuck behind the wireless.

He never did anything disturbed in his sleep or violent.

Oh, goodness, no.

It was always something darling, like a little wind-up toy, tottering about.

I swear, if you hadn't walked through that door tonight, I would have joined

the priesthood.

You wouldn't last five minutes.

Pardon us again.

You want me to do anything for you?

To get you ready?

Is there something I can do for you?

Just a second now.

It's okay. It happens.

Almost there. One sec. One sec.

Well, he's not adhering to any pattern now.

None whatsoever.

All right, you two.

Why don't we try another night?

When you're rested up. Good idea.

Let's get a cup of coffee.

Why won't my dick work?

Fuck! It's an ashtray.

Tahitian pearl.

Turns out 30 is the pearl anniversary.

40 is ruby. 50 is gold.

I suppose 70 is granite, matching headstones, his and hers.

I did think of a girl's name.

Catherine.

Baby masters, you are radiant.

Is it Revlon or hormones?

Bill, you should have given her a baby years ago.

Come, let's get some champagne.

Is that for me?

Congratulations, partner.

Bill.

Chancellor Fitzhugh, Ethan Hawes, one of the rising Turks in the department.

Sir, watch out for this one, Fitzy. He's going to bury all of us. If he'll be the

one kowtowing to trustees, we'll round up and dig.

Folks, everybody, every 30 years Margaret lets me get a word in edgewise.

And before she changes her mind, I want to tell you about my favorite hat.

It was a Homburg.

Same one that Anthony Eden used to wear. This was back when I was a surgical

resident at the dawn of man.

And this hat, no kidding, Cost more than my car.

But one evening, I'm walking home in the rain, and I realized I'd left my hat at

the auto man.

By the time I ran back there, it was gone.

For good, I thought, except I had written my name in the label, just like

my mother taught me. And a few days later, I walk out of a faciotomy, and

there is this girl.

Statuesque. A vision.

And there, in her hands, the Homburg.

I gathered my wits, asked her to dinner, and the rest, as they say,

is biology.

So, after 30 years, Margaret Scully,

my love.

I'm awfully glad I lost that hat.

So that's the famous Ethan Haas. I was expecting wings and a halo. He hasn't

spoken to me all night.

Oh, I'm sure Dr.

Haas just doesn't want to seem forward. Men don't know what they want,

sweetheart. That's why they have wives to tell them.

Certainly sounds like Barton knew of mine when he picked you. Oh, please.

That old hat story.

Truth is, I showed up at the hospital every day for two weeks and he never

once noticed me.

I had to finally pretend I was Sadie Hawkins' dad and ask him about my son.

You have to make them love you.

That's the real story.

Vivian, your mother and father are inside. So is the chancellor of the

university.

You did get my roses, didn't you? I did.

And I didn't drag you out here for a repeat of last night. I'd feel

absolutely dreadful about that if I had had any idea. It would have happened the

same way. It wouldn't have.

You just seem so world-wise and grown-up. It never occurred to me that

you had... I seem grown-up to you because that's how you wanted me to

seem.

And I guess that now I really am grown-up.

But I brought you out here to tell you you don't have to worry.

The physical part will get better.

I know it will. And as for everything else, will you have my love and

devotion?

Because you and I, we were meant to be together.

Song always makes my heart melt.

You can still dance, you know, despite my girth.

I'd rather lure you home instead.

I've got a splitting headache.

Isn't that a girl's excuse?

In this case, it's the truth.

Maybe the sleepwalking has something to do with Barton.

This iciness between you.

Why won't you tell me what happened with him?

People are mysterious creatures.

With you, my dear husband, being the most mysterious of all.

I'm going to use the girls and let you think about that dance.

Libby.

The most important thing is the bleeding has stopped.

Can you hear it? I can't find the heartbeat yet, but that doesn't

necessarily mean anything. The baby could be in an off position.

And bleeding doesn't always mean the end of the pregnancy either.

We'll check again later. Later.

Give it a chance to shift.

In the meantime, you sleep. I'll give you a sedative. Stay with me.

Libby, I need to go over your chart. I need to order your demo. I'll call

Virginia. Have her sit with you until I get back.

Then I'll stay right here until you're out. All right?

It could all turn out to be fine.

Completely fine.

Couldn't it?

It could.

They're very excited about the Ferris wheel. Even Honey Pig likes to pretend

he hates everything.

I've noticed.

So tomorrow might be another late night.

You don't have to sound so apologetic, Virginia.

I don't mind the long hours.

Really. I need

a

piece of cherry pie this minute. How about you guys?

Right now.

Let's go already!

Mom!

Let me just get rid of this. One minute.

What the hell happened?

You were with her at the party. I thought you knew it. With her case, what

did you miss?

I didn't miss anything.

Her blood pressure's been perfect the entire time, 130 over 80. Urine's been

negative, no sign of protein.

Uterine growth's been completely normal. By the fifth month at the umbilicus, she

was at 20. You missed something.

If anything, I have been overly attentive, knowing I'd have you

breathing down my neck.

First fetal heartbeat? 11 weeks.

Also checked her hemoglobin every four weeks. No sign of anemia. Did you check

the growth of her uterus by palpitation? Of course I palpated. Bill, do not pin

this on me when what's really eating at you is your own guilt.

Why would I feel guilty?

You could have been your wife's doctor.

And you chose not to be.

150 milligrams of Demerol for Mrs. Masters.

Sorry he sent you down here.

Maybe.

I would be here anyway.

Because Bill... Bill can't sit here.

Because if he did, he'd...

You have to admit he has no control over any of this. He would rather roam the

hallways and face that. Well, I think that's all men.

Bill is different.

I've seen it before, you know.

Once, right after Bill's father died, he just fell apart.

He lost his mind.

And I couldn't reach him.

It was so scary.

But I stayed there.

I wouldn't leave and I wouldn't budge until you let me in.

And he loves me for staying and he resents me for staying because Bill

doesn't really want anyone to know him.

It's the same thing with his sperm count.

Lousy. We both know that.

And he lied to me.

We both know that.

And yet, one...

Lonely swimmer in that batch of lousy sperm wanted to fertilize an egg, and

that egg wanted to grow in a procedure that involved a plastic cap and no

actual sex of any kind. And yet, I mean, what are the odds of that?

The odds are slim.

But it happened.

So this can happen to you.

My baby.

Yes, I know it.

It is your baby.

God.

God cannot be that.

I'm so sorry about the pie, honey.

Me and the Ferris wheel.

But Henry's pretty mad.

He was cursing a lot.

Is he in the bathroom?

Where is he?

It's bad, Mommy.

He ran away.

I've checked every unlocked door on every floor. I've looked in the

cafeteria, in processing.

So he's hiding. He'll come out as soon as he gets home. You don't understand. I

know that he's left the hospital. I know that he went to go look for George. I

don't know George.

My ex-husband.

He even may have, he may have tried to walk to his apartment, which is...

16 blocks from here or gardell's nightclub over in coontown i need a car

you have a car how does a kid even know about gardell's because george used to

play there i used to sing there we would take henry to gardell's a kid i don't

need your commentary i need your car the hospital gives me a company car for

night rounds but i'm sure as hell not giving that car to you no you're going

to drive me unless you want it to be on your watch that an eight-year-old boy

disappeared

The hell?

The apartment is on 14th and Green. We have to start there.

And what if your husband's not there? The landlady or the neighbor. Somebody

must have seen him. Is Henry dead?

Henry's dead. He's not dead, Tessa. We just have to find him. Please, God.

Get in here.

Stan, wait up.

Is that Mrs. Johnson?

We're on our way out.

She may want to take this call first.

You had to call her.

Told you I had to.

She just pretends she's worried.

If that is an act, it is a very convincing one.

She asked me if you were headed to your dad's.

I always thought my dad was the greatest guy in the world.

My dad is the greatest.

And my mom?

Wow, what a nag.

My mom's a nag too.

And you know what I wish?

I wish I had a stone gun. A real one.

To zap my mom so she'd explode into particles.

Radioactive particles?

Because that would kill all life on Earth.

Okay. At least neutralize her.

But here's the thing. I know your mom.

And she's a really bad pretender. Which means you really did scare her.

And if something bad did happen to you, she really would explode into particles.

Little tiny pieces that could never go back together again.

I want my dad back.

I'll try again in a bit.

In the meantime, turn on your left side.

That may move things enough to hear the heartbeat.

Of course you'll hear it.

Of course you will.

Darling, don't worry about anything.

Everything is going to be okay.

Maybe Libby would like some time to herself, Mother. I wouldn't have called

her if I wanted time to myself.

And I know what we need to do. We need to pray.

Oh, for God's sake.

It's for Libby's sake, Billy.

And if God wasn't invented for a time like this, then why invent him at all?

What do you think, darling?

I could go and get the hospital chaplain to join us.

I've

met

the chaplain. I prefer to keep my supplications to myself.

I'll be back.

We'll try again later. Later is now, Bill.

Stop talking to me like I'm your patient.

You are my patient. No, right now. This minute.

I am your wife.

And I want the truth.

Is the baby gone?

Lib.

There's a protocol, a process to trying to determine every few hours whether

there's a viable heart. No, it's been hours and I, I don't want protocol.

Just, just look at me. Just look at me and tell me,

is this baby gone?

I'm so sorry.

The procedure is fairly straightforward.

We put you to sleep, we induce you, and then it's all over.

We can schedule for the morning.

No. Do it now.

Virginia.

It's over now. It's okay.

It's not okay. I am doing the best that I can, and it is not good enough. It's

not...

me because I work all the time.

So I don't blame him.

He also hates me for not letting him live with George. I can't blame him for

that either because I could never tell him the truth that George doesn't want

him.

For a weekend, maybe, but George never wanted.

Kids, I did.

And when he drops them off after a visit, I can see the relief

just wash over George's face.

Kids never want the parent that's really there for them. No, kids want both

parents.

That's what they really want.

It orders a kid's universe to have both of their parents there.

It orders an adult's universe, too.

I'm not meant to do this alone.

My Saturday coming up is pretty open.

I could toss a ball around with Henry.

Maybe take him to the science museum.

Good, Ethan.

Very generous and kind.

You are on your way to sainthood tonight.

But honestly, why would you take on that responsibility?

It's not a responsibility.

I like Henry. He's a good kid.

I think that might also confuse

things. Between us.

You don't have to worry about that.

I have a girlfriend now.

Vivian Scully.

The Provost's daughter?

Good move.

So you and I... We can be friends.

Start an IV.

500 cc Pitocin. 20 drops per minute, an increase to 40 after 5.

Another 150 Demerol.

I'll be waiting for you in recovery.

Well, we didn't make this baby together.

Not really, we didn't, but... Can't we at least lose it together?

I know you.

What's up?

Come here.

I was going to take the kids home, but I can stay if you still need me.

No, that's fine. I'll see you tomorrow.

Give me fundal pressure.

Again.

Kelly clamps.

I can cut the cord if it's easier. I can do it.

a little push for the placenta.

It's done.

You just need to rest now.

What was it?

There's more roast, dear.

Potatoes. I've got a cobbler for dessert.

I'm going to try and get a few hours of sleep before morning.

Thank you.

It's the least I can do after such a terrible ordeal.

But you will have another.

I know you will.

Well, I have another.

Why would you say that?

Because you will.

And everything will be fine. Fine. Everything will be fine. Why would you

say that?

That it'll all be okay.

That we'll have another.

I'm just trying to... What, make things better by telling me everything's fine?

We should talk in the morning.

No, let's talk now.

In fact, I got a second wind. I'm sleepwalking again. Did you know that?

Libby's worried about it, has no idea what it's all about.

But we know what it's about, don't we?

Sleepwalking?

When you were small, it was just a harmless little... Ah, there it is

again. You know, there's a term for this curious habit of yours, Mother. It, uh,

well, we could call it wishful thinking or self-delusion.

Or a sickness.

Our sickness, let's call it that. And you know what's even more curious about

this habit, this sickness of ours?

How it spills over everything.

Infects everything.

Everyone.

Quite a pair, aren't we?

You with your head stuck in the sand.

And me?

Just a chip off the old block.

Those days are over, son.

They are dead and buried.

Bill, I just wanted to say I am so sorry for your loss.

Actually, I'm the one who's sorry, Barton.

Well, I would give you a hug, but I wouldn't want it to be misconstrued.

I guess there's enough sorrow to go around for us all.

Car's parked out front.

I say this because, well, I love you, Lib.

Love you with all my heart.

We have to be done with this.

I can't ever see you go through that again.

So we have to stop.

But we'll be okay.

We have each other.

That's all we really need.

Right you fresh coffee You seem busy

I'm trying to organize our couples study refine the pairing system I've decided

that the criteria for our couples should be two things similarity of age and

anonymity That's curious because I came to

the opposite conclusion

that we should only use actual couples who are together, attached.

My way is best.

Actual couples present too many complications.

All right.

You let me know when you'd like to resume the study.

Tonight is fine.

No, we're not working tonight.

It's fine.

You can go back to your desk now, thank you. It's not fine.

Bill, you and Libby just... Virginia, am I talking to thin air?

We can resume tonight.

Virginia.

Please leave.

I do not want to... It

wasn't your fault, you know.

It was not your fault.

Was it?

So whose fault was it?

Libby's?

Yours?

The baby's?

It was no one's fault.

I had mixed feelings about being a father. Did you know that?

Those thoughts were in my head. And then last night, Libby stood up.

Bill.

You are a powerful man, but you are not that powerful.

Even you can't think something into being.