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Previously on Masters of Sex. Because I wasn't sure when I would be starting at

Memorial, I haven't yet told Lillian.

The Great House feels it may not be possible for you to come over to

Memorial. Great to see you, Bill.

I hope you're treating him right, Barbara, because this one, he's got a

bigger following than gum smoke.

You, my dear, are not married to a saint. You are to keep a hundred miles

away from that study.

Unofficially, I am very interested in what happens behind closed doors.

Very, very interested.

Metastasis was always a possibility.

I know what to research now. I'm going to have to hand the work off to someone

who can fight the fight.

But you're sterile and yet engaging in fertility treatments.

It's not my problem. Last I looked, your new job came with all the zeros on that

check my husband wrote.

Attention all hospital staff.

Dr. Austin Langham has spent the last two months fornicating with his sister

-in-law.

I thought he would do the trick, having our son.

I know my husband was reticent about children.

Who ever heard of a grown man being afraid of his own child?

I think you might have misunderstood what happened between us. Of course,

we're not having an affair, Virginia.

We never were. I'm a happily married man.

Continuing the work is a good idea, but only if you understand the terms.

I agree.

If sex is merely a vehicle for procreation, then clearly the end of

fertility marks the end of sexual desire.

Yet Freud believed that menopause led to an increase in female libido. As usual,

Dr. Freud presents no empirical evidence to substantiate his claim. He wasn't all

wrong, though. The data does show certain physiological changes in women

over 50, a longer period of foreplay needed for lubrication, fewer vaginal

contractions in the orgasm phase.

When did you see all of these participants?

Well, those are only a small sampling.

So you've resumed the study?

Yes, of course. Without me? I did everything I could, Virginia. The board

just wasn't impressed by your application.

Well, I don't understand.

Well, try to see it from their perspective.

Limited experience, no higher education. I tried to go back to school. You tried,

but you didn't see it through. You chose me instead.

I chose the work. Virginia, you thought it was about the work.

I always knew the truth.

And that became apparent in your application, so... I'm sorry, but you

really only have yourself to blame.

Because? For starters, under current occupation, you wrote... Mistress.

You're up.

How long was I?

An hour, maybe? An hour.

Why didn't you wake me? You looked like you needed to sleep.

Did you know you sleep with your mouth open?

Like a little baby bird.

I don't sleep here.

Or read.

This isn't vacation.

I told the sitter I'd be home by ten.

It's only 9.15.

We still have... Please get dressed.

I still need to get the study files out of my trunk.

It's a mess, but it's all there.

Intake forms, instrument readings, sexual histories.

I could have used these the other day.

Barbara tried to make flyers for the study riddled with typos.

Any response yet?

Oh, the phone hasn't stopped ringing. I have seven interviews with prospective

participants tomorrow, six the next day. I meant any response from Great House

about my position in the study.

Uh, well, he can't authorize me to hire you.

Until the board signs off. Has he even brought it up to them?

I'm gonna make sure he does.

You should pull your car around so we can start loading these. Well, maybe you

should hold on to them. Someone has to put them back into some kind of order.

I was under the impression that someone was called your secretary.

Barbara can barely alphabetize. Besides, you know better than anyone how all the

pieces fit together.

I want you to stay connected to the work. So, I'm... I'm not qualified as a

researcher, but it's fine for me to play secretary in my free time. Virginia, I'm

as unhappy with this situation as you are. Are you taking diet pills?

I'm selling them.

Holding on to them for a friend? No, I'm selling them.

Without the extra money from the study, I can barely afford to pay my rent.

I need to make a living, Bill.

This morning, we're driving in, and the parking attendant says, Morning, Mrs.

Moretti. And it takes me a solid minute to realize he met me.

I mean, your whole life, you're walking around as Buddy DeMello, and the next

day you're married, and someone's calling you some other lady's name. It's

like if all of a sudden I started calling you Dr.

Lipschitz.

Mrs. Moretti.

You know, it makes me feel like I'm pretending to be somebody I'm not. You

know what I mean?

I had a free subscription offer, so I figured, why not?

Then I stumbled on this article.

Turns out, new baby is very traumatic for a man.

As though his home has been transformed into an oversized playpen.

It's messy.

It's noisy.

There are smells.

Which explains why the moment Bill walks through the door, the first thing he

does is take out the diaper pail.

Also explains why Bill needs to feel things are calm at home.

Orderly.

Unchanged. No bottles on the counters. No pacifiers stuck between cushions.

It's also why today is important.

I mean, I know it seems like just a silly luncheon, but these are the wives

of Bill's new colleagues.

Things go well here.

They report as much back to their husbands.

That helps Bill at work as well as at home.

Is that a Dixie cup on his... It's a trick I learned from changing my

brother's diapers.

You lose your eyes if you're not careful with boys.

Maybe I should have asked you before I put it on him.

Asked me before you put it on.

We talked about this before, remember?

Don't worry, you'll get it.

We should have a sample pap smear kit for Dr. Papanikola to bring to Florida

with him. I put one together last week.

Several sample kits.

At least three or four, even, to be safe.

Four seems reasonable, don't you think?

He's only in St. Louis once a year for the Stalberg Conference.

Does he prefer coffee or tea?

Tea, with cream and a little... With a little... With the little squares and

the sugars and... Sugar cubes.

You're just nervous about tomorrow.

I didn't name the pap smear after Dr.

Papanikolaou, after all. It makes sense that you would want to impress him. I'm

not trying to impress anyone.

Dr. Papanikolaou happens to be a very respected figure in the field, that's

all.

His support for our program would be enormously useful.

Especially to you, as you continue with our work.

DePaul?

Lillian?

How long have you worked here?

Three years in March.

I'm over at maternity.

Oh, my girlfriend Peg used to work there. How do you like it?

Truthfully? The stress of working in a hospital.

Some days I just want to curl up with a piece of chocolate cake.

I know what you mean.

We're supposed to give these to patients for nausea.

I can imagine. It's tough being surrounded.

I have so much suffering every day, especially when everyone's so skinny.

I did try the grapefruit diet, but all it did was give me cavities. That is the

problem with fad diets.

They promise you the moon and the stars, but you just end up feeling hungry all

the time.

That's why I started using Calimetric.

But we'll be following the exact same protocol as you did when you

participated in the study of Washington University.

But what would I tell my husband?

What did you tell him before?

That there were two doctors and one of them was a lady.

That's the only reason he let me do it, Dr. Masters.

I'm sorry, but if it's just going to be you here, alone, watching, I'm

sorry.

Part of the study?

Not anymore.

Oh, shame.

Yes. And without Mrs. Johnson, we can look forward to a lot more qualified

volunteers declining to participate. Mrs. Johnson is instrumental in this

part of the process. Nobody else puts people at their ease. Bill, I get it.

You and I, we've been at this a long time. You reach a certain point in your

career, same routine day in and day out. It's like if you never see another torn

perineum again, it'll be too soon.

So, uh, you start a sex study.

Get a research assistant.

Mrs. Johnson is indispensable to this study. She may seem indispensable to

you, but to the board, she's an overpriced secretary.

Things aren't always what they seem, are they?

For instance, Barbara doesn't seem to know the first thing about secretarial

work, and yet apparently she's essential to you.

I'm simply asking that Mrs. Johnson be brought on to this study because she is

essential to the work.

I'll float the idea at tomorrow's board meeting. See what they think.

What?

They're out of ambrosia?

You know, last year, when you left the study, I thought to myself, why?

Why would Virginia leave the work she loves to go back to typing memos? Not to

mention, why would Bill let her go?

What are you talking about, Austin?

Now I'm thinking, what complicates every relationship?

What splits two people up?

Elise is now staying at her mother's.

across the river in Alton.

So when it's my turn for an overnight with the kids, I drive to Alton, where I

pick them up, then take them to the Chancery Park Plaza Hotel.

I saw you there last night with Bill.

Well, you should have said something. We could have all gotten a drink.

have decided to go ahead and publish the study. Now, it's still in the early

stages, compiling the data and drafting the text.

Bill's not welcome here, obviously.

I'm not welcome at his hospital.

I can't work late hours at his house with a new baby.

I can't exactly discuss sex research at my house with my kids there, so we work

out of the hotel.

Then why did you two stop working together?

Bill thought that we were ready to present to the faculty.

And I said we had not done enough to prepare them for what they were about to

hear, let alone the sight of a pulsating vagina on a projection screen.

So we had a terrible fight, and in the end, I quit.

And then after the debacle of the presentation, Bill admitted that he was

wrong, and he apologized, and he asked me to come back.

So that's it?

Yes, that's it.

And we took the children to see The Music Man with Robert Preston. Oh, I

hear that is fabulous. It's fabulous.

Oh, I couldn't drag Bill to a Broadway musical.

He'd probably bring a journal on uterine fibroids to read during the slow part.

So how does he like the new hospital? Oh, he couldn't be happier.

And that study of his, is that still happening too?

I bet you know all the secrets.

Libby, do tell us the most delicious thing you've learned from all his

experiments.

Well, I actually worked on the study myself for a bit in his office, where I

got to see firsthand just how boring it all is. The charts and the graphs and

the incomprehensible diagram.

Someone had a nice long nap.

Oh, my goodness.

Has that adorable creature been here this whole time?

Oh, he is gorgeous, Libby.

And she is so wonderful with him.

Can I hold?

Mm-hmm.

Where did you learn to be so great with children?

You're so young.

Oh, well, my mama passed when I was 10, and...

I had to bring up my brothers and sisters, but even before that, you know,

I had baby cousins and Joplin.

Coral, she doesn't want your family history. She was just being polite.

She asked.

Either I'm losing my mind or his hair.

Is there something crawling in it?

All my sales reports are there.

I sold over $40 worth of products this week.

That's almost double what I did the week before.

Hmm. Be still my heart.

I did all of that without using your sales script, by the way.

No wonder your numbers stink. I don't... I don't feel comfortable reading from a

script that deliberately makes women feel bad about themselves.

And yet women who feel great about themselves don't buy diet products,

which leaves us with a conundrum.

Listen, if you really want to get good at this... Oh, I don't. I don't want to

get good at this.

Selling diet pills may be enough for most housewives that walk through your

door, but I already have a career.

Oh, you're following your dreams.

Yes. At the moment, I need something to supplement my income, but... Have you

ever heard of William Elvis Sloan?

He invented calimetric?

He came up with how to make a toilet flush.

Was that his calling?

Did he wake up every morning tickled pink and skipping off to work?

Probably not.

But he died a very rich man.

So sure.

Follow your dreams.

It's a lovely slogan for a life most people can't afford to live.

But who knows?

Maybe you're special.

I just asked for the check. I assumed you weren't coming.

I had to turn in my sales report.

Of course.

I wouldn't want our work to interfere with your diet pills.

Austin saw us last night leaving our room together.

Apparently, his wife is staying with her mother in Alton, so when he takes the

kids, he stays at this hotel.

Jesus. It's not a problem. I handled it.

Says who?

If someone like Austin can walk through here...

So luckily, there's nothing strange about two colleagues having a drink in a

hotel lobby. Virginia, I am a married man.

You do understand what it would mean if this were to get out?

I do.

Which means it would probably be imprudent for us to head upstairs.

Wouldn't it?

It's a mess.

I know. I wasn't expecting you home until late.

I hope you ate something. I haven't made a thing for dinner.

Everything's fine.

We found lice in Johnny's hair, but I got a book from the library, and we just

need to wash everything, all the fabric in the house, and it shouldn't be a

problem. The baby's crying.

I know the baby's crying.

The baby has been crying all day. I can't get the baby to stop crying.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. You have enough to worry about.

Now the girl brings in lice.

Carl? Who else?

I've never had lice. You've never had lice. No one that we know has ever had

lice. You don't have to wash everything, Libby.

Just the baby's clothes and his blankets.

And tomorrow you can scrub his hair with the medicated shampoo they sell at the

supermarket.

These are just a few harmless insects.

They'll be gone in a day or two.

It's so much nicer when we can sort these things out together.

I'll take out the diaper pail.

The initial aim of the program is to expand access to early screening through

a systematic outreach effort to physicians and to... to hospitals.

And eventually, we hope to establish a research facility at Washington

University to develop new methods of detection and treatment of cervical

cancer. But that's still years in the future. I am creating a research center

of my own at the University of Miami.

Are you really?

How very interesting.

This is the prototype for the testing kit we'll be sending out.

We've included a scorched frim slip.

Pardon? Escort Frimslip. There's a short film strip.

Yes, it is short.

Do you have any questions?

Hey, uh, Doc.

Do you time it so we arrive at the exact same moment every morning, or is it just

the heavens conspiring against me?

Actually, uh, we wait till we see your car pull in.

Morning.

Gene came to give a donation.

Well, you've been more than generous already. Not that kind of donation.

Poor Gene's been getting antsy with all this testing we're doing.

He's been asking when we're going to move on.

Move on to... Well, Beth says you're good on her end, but you just need a

sample of my swimmers. Pardon my French.

Ready, Moretti? Yeah.

Good morning, Dr. Masters.

Betty, I think it best if you wait. Don't worry, I can take care of this.

If I could just have a... You really know your way around here, don't you,

honey? I'm very observant. I really must insist.

All right, reading material.

Here. You always had a thing for Ava Gardner. Dr. Masters, could I... All

right, don't have too much fun in there. Could I just have just a moment?

Barbara, what is it?

Dr. Greathouse would like to know what time tonight's study's starting. He

would like to be there.

Seven. But make sure he knows this evening's area of focus, please.

I, uh, yes.

We'll be looking at men with enlarged prostates.

Primarily elderly men.

Engaged in auto-manipulation.

Auto, I'm sorry. Old men masturbating.

I know you're going to say... In my office.

I'm almost done in here, so maybe I can take the baby now? Actually, there's

something that I would like to speak to you about.

I need you to use this tonight.

What is it?

It's a special shampoo.

It gets rid of anything that's... that eggs or...

Everyone that you live with, your family, they should use it too.

I don't have lice, Mrs. Masters.

They didn't come from me.

I never said that they did.

All you have to do is look in there and tell him he's got bum sperm.

And this I would divine somehow by staring through a cup. Put it under a

magnifying glass.

It's a shame you didn't pursue a career in medicine because you obviously have a

head for it. You won't know the difference. I know. And I will not tell

a patient he is sterile when I know for a fact that the only reason he can't

have children is because his wife underwent a tubal location. You want to

get all high and mighty? Fine.

Let's end it now. You tell him I'm infertile. Tell him the truth.

You tell him.

Hey, sorry to interrupt. I, uh, crossed the finish line.

It's all just, uh... Well, it's cruel.

Oh, you're out there in the john making baby batter while in

here the doc gets the results for my very last test and it turns out I'm the

culprit.

even know what to say.

Nobody does.

Only Betty knows.

You know, your whole life you think all you gotta do is find the right fella.

Getting knocked up, that's the easy part.

But then to find out your body's just not cut out for it.

Doc, is there anything that we can do?

I'm afraid not.

Nothing at all?

This is a real blow.

Uh, thank you for trying.

I didn't do anything, really.

I think it's only right that, uh, you dispose of this, Betty.

Hey.

You okay?

Because I'm not sure I am.

Uh, I'm...

You know, devastated.

Hey, but at least we still got each other.

Ah, hell.

Cashier, you gotta settle up the bill.

No, um, Dr. Masters isn't gonna charge us for this morning.

No, we gotta pay for all the fertility tests and the treatments that you had.

No, Jean, honey, let's just go home and start the healing process.

That's... we're here.

Let's just get it all with now.

Your taxi should be here any minute.

Dr. Papanikolaou, if I may speak frankly, you chair the committee for the

Williams Prize, correct?

I do.

Well, Dr.

DePaul would never say this, but that kind of endorsement, it would be

invaluable to our program, not to mention what it would mean to Dr. DePaul

on a more personal level, coming from you.

Nobody has stood behind this program. The administration had to be strong

-armed into offering even a modicum of support. Everything that Dr. DePaul has

accomplished here, she has had to do on her own, with no help, no guidance.

I did not expect to be impressed this morning, to be honest. I did not even

remember Dr.

DePaul.

But I am always pleased, years later, to hear that a student considered me their

mentor.

No, I didn't say mentor.

And neither did Dr. DePaul.

She says she never had a mentor since mentors, I believe, were reserved for

the male students.

And you may not have remembered her, but I guarantee you, you will remember her

now. Because what she has done here, this program, all on her own, it is

remarkable.

Yes, you are right about that.

Well, then I hope you will take that into consideration.

as you make your selections for the Williams Prize.

Now, you control the device yourself.

Speed, intensity, depth.

It's freezing.

Oh, my pardon.

Usually warms it with a hot towel.

I completely forgot Well

The

friction between the device and the vaginal wall should gradually increase

the temperature

Oh, I thought we were doing prostates.

Last minute scheduling change.

I see you opted for old and fat instead.

Postmenopausal, actually.

Oh.

I'll pretend I'm not here.

I'll be invisible.

I'll fly on the wall.

There she blows.

Sorry, no comments from the peanut gallery. Have you spoken to the board

yet about my assistant?

Yes, I did, actually. I spoke to them at length about Mrs. Johnson just this

morning, and they haven't made a decision yet, obviously, but they seem

open to it. And I'm happy to speak to them myself, answer any questions.

Steady on, pal.

It's a process.

It takes time.

But trust me, we'll get there.

Knock, knock.

I noticed you were burning the midnight oil. Thought I'd say hello.

Hello.

You know what the worst part about this divorce is?

It's not fighting with lawyers or driving a half an hour to see your kids

or watching your wife of 12 years turn into some kind of a she-wolf.

It's eating potato chips for dinner.

I just keep fantasizing about Elisa's cooking.

Her beef stroganoff.

tuna noodle casserole, jiffy corn casserole, cheeseburger casserole. Are

you just going to sit there, talking?

Because if so, I need a drink.

I didn't even know that water polo was a sport, let alone that it was my favorite

sport.

I have a stack of exams to grade.

Give Virginia the answer sheet. Let her do it.

One more.

To Virginia.

Virginia.

It's funny.

The second I met Virginia, I thought I had her pegged. Just another one of

these women unwilling to do the hard work.

Ready to latch on to the first man that can take them to the next rung of the

ladder. Well, then that just proves you are a good judge of character.

She's closer to you than anyone.

How long have you known?

So long.

Very long.

I saw them last night leaving the hotel.

Virginia, God bless her, tried to give me some baloney story about how...

They're publishing the study, working out of the hotel.

She used to do this thing every once in a while in the lab.

She would lean in and fix Bill's bow tie, just sort of straighten it out, you

know?

There is a fence around Bill Masters.

Chain link with barbed wire. Nobody gets through that. Nobody gets close.

But Virginia, Virginia would just waltz right through.

I think back now, I mean, how could I miss something so obvious?

How could I not have known that they were sleeping together the entire time?

Teddy Greathouse gave me a recipe for osso bucco.

Says it's better than the one at Bella Rosa.

I may not be home until after nine.

Oh, I thought we could have a late supper and close our eyes, pretend we're

in Florence. Here, I'll take that.

Good morning, Mrs. Masters.

Good morning, Dr. Masters.

Morning. Hello, Coral.

I see, um... Well, I see that your hair is the same as it was yesterday.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Masters. I feel like it suits me.

I'm referring to the shampoo that I gave you.

Did you use it?

My brother checked. He didn't find nothing.

Anything? He didn't find anything?

It cost me $4 to get my hair done every week.

I can't afford to mess it up. So you didn't use the shampoo?

Even though you told me, you promised me that you would.

Dr. Masters, I don't have lice. I swear I don't. My brother said Negroes can't

even get it. Coral, this conversation is between you and me. Your brother is

right. Negroes do have tightly coiled, low-density hair, which makes it very

inhospitable for lice. I read about it in the Welford Journal of Medicine. So

it does seem unlikely she would have them.

Unlikely is not impossible.

I don't see why we need to involve Dr. Masters in this discussion at all.

I'll go get him.

Is everything alright?

I cheated in college.

Calculus. I could never get my head around calculus.

No matter how many hours I studied, I couldn't crack a B+. And I was a

straight-A student.

I figured medical schools couldn't turn away a straight-A student, even if she

were a woman.

So I bought the final exam from the previous year from a rather unscrupulous

graduate student named Marvin for $10.

I'm impressed.

Lillian DePaul breaks the rules.

It was a shortcut.

That's all.

Does it negate the work I've done since? Does one shortcut diminish everything

that comes after?

So? So?

That's my secret.

What's yours?

My secret?

I don't have any secrets.

I don't believe you.

Virginia, you've seen me at my worst.

Lying naked on a hospital sheet.

Lumping to the car after radiation.

I've shared...

Nearly everything with you. Too much, even.

It seems only right that you should share with me.

I... Honestly,

Lillian... I'm not that interesting.

Coral, could you come here, please?

This relationship is about trust. I leave you in my house every day with my

child, and if I can't trust you... Mrs. Masters.

What if something, God forbid, happened to Johnny?

How do I know that you would tell me the truth?

How can I trust anything that you say to me anymore?

I'm sorry.

I need you to sit down, please.

Mrs. Masters, I'll use a shampoo. No, Coral, that is the point. I can't trust

you anymore to do it yourself.

If you don't sit down, Coral, you'll have to leave, and you will not be

welcome back.

Put your head back, please.

Is the water warm enough?

We need to be on the same side.

If you have a problem with something...

You come to me.

Dr. Masters is a busy man and we don't need to involve him.

He's not a part of this.

You and I, we need to stick together.

Okay? I hope you can understand that.

To get your hair redone. It's my treat.

I appreciate you meeting me on such short notice, Dr. Papa Nicolau. I don't

have much time. My plane leaves in one hour. This won't take long.

I called because I would like to ask you to take my program with you.

To Miami, to your new research center.

I'm sorry if there's been a misunderstanding, Lillian, but my staff

is already in place. No, I'm not asking you for a job.

After some consideration, I've come to the conclusion that this university

simply doesn't have the proper personnel to fully realize the program.

You understand that if I were to oversee this, I would keep you informed of any

major decisions, of course.

But in terms of the day-to-day management... Once I give you the

program, my role in it will be finished.

I understand.

Ah, Bill.

So?

So what?

So, what's on the menu tonight?

Actually, I was looking for you, Doug, since I haven't had a chance to

apologize yet for last night.

I realized afterwards I had completely forgotten to warn you about the

transference effect.

Does transference involve attractive women?

Yes, it can, but not... necessarily observation of sexual activity

can produce a kind of tension in the observers the researchers

can find themselves experiencing certain uninvited erotic sensations now this can

happen between a man and a woman it can also happen between a man and another

man i'm not quite sure i understand well i've been doing this for a long time

doug so i'm immune to the transference effect myself but i have seen other men

in that small confined space well the danger is high

and for those male observers that do get drawn in well they often

don't come out the other side at least not the same way

like in wrestling.

Something like that.

You're nervous.

How can you tell?

Slight generalized vessel congestion in your face and chest, mild fasciculation

in the hands, feet.

You're flushed and trembling.

Is that bad?

Honest to God, Bill, this is better than my bachelor party.

Step outside, Doc.

Sure.

Yes? This is a scientific study, not a stag film in a frat house.

Your colleagues are very interested in your work. I think you should appreciate

that. Get them out of here.

Look, I know that Bart Scully treated you like the second coming, but here, in

this hospital, you're my employee. And you have grossly misjudged me. If you

think I'm going to allow those baboons to sit in my exam room slurping chop

suey, mocking my work...

The terms of my employment, the terms between you and me, are changing now.

You will clear my exam room, and you will never get near it again.

And you will authorize Mrs. Johnson's hiring starting tomorrow morning.

Let me tell you how it works with secretaries.

You don't promote them to lofty positions above their pay grade or give

them titles like research assistant. I didn't even mention your assistant to

the board, and you should thank me for that.

Because I'm keeping you from being perceived as a man that only thinks with

his cock and not with his head.

As far as your study goes, your colleagues are on your side.

So relax.

Be careful, they're delicious.

Not that spicy.

Get

easy.

By the time I'm off the phone tomorrow morning, there's not gonna be a single

hospital in the Midwest that's gonna let you so much as step through their doors.

These need to be mimeographed and sent to Dr. Papanikola's office at Cornell as

soon as possible.

He requested the files for our program?

Maybe he wants to share them with the committee for the Williams Prize.

Actually, Dr.

Papanikola will be bringing the program with him to his new research center in

Miami.

What do you mean?

You'll need to speak to someone in the audiovisual department to make

duplicates of the film strip.

You gave him the program?

Why didn't you tell me about this?

I'm telling you right now.

After you've made your decision?

I don't need to consult you about the course of my research. Your research?

We're partners.

I believed it. I worked like a dog to get this program off the ground.

I recommended you for the Williams Prize.

I didn't ask you to do that. Well, I did it anyway.

For you.

Papa Nicola, he'll put his name on your work. You won't even be a footnote.

I didn't go into medicine to see my name on a study, Virginia.

Lorraine.

Virginia Johnson. We met last summer at the block party. Of course.

Are you still at maternity? I am.

Although I've recently begun transitioning to a new line of work. I'm

the new neighborhood ambassador for Calimetric.

This isn't one of those fad diets, is it?

My sister tried the cabbage soup one. She ended up so bloated we called her

the Hindenburg.

I can assure you, Calimetric is not a fad at all.

Our trademark nutritional formula is based on only the most cutting-edge

science.

Well, good luck with it.

Let me ask you something, Lorraine.

When you see yourself in the mirror, How do you feel?

How do you feel? I feel great.

Well, you're lucky then.

I don't know many women that do.

Well, I'll tell you who does.

A woman who's confident in her figure. A woman like that feels great.

In fact, a woman like that feels fantastic.

But a woman who's not so sure, who's maybe put on a pound or two over the

years, or noticed a slight of sag here and there, wonders why her husband

doesn't look at her quite the way he used to.

Or even the checkout boy who used to stare openly but now just looks straight

past her as if she's not even there.

You know, a woman like that, a woman like that doesn't feel fantastic at all.

This could be the start of a brand new you.

I know it was for me.

I need to talk to you. I hate to tell you guys this, but your kid's got a bad

case of the Q's.

Dr. Langham decided to drop by.

It's not nice.

I'm in major need of advice, Bill.

I got this new patient. Real head scratcher, right up your alley.

Skeletal system is not exactly my... Libby also invited me to dinner.

She said the two magic words, veal and shanks. How could I resist?

Plus, I picked up a few Montecristos this weekend.

Care to join me outside?

I don't smoke.

Why don't you join me, Bill?

Do you want to go see Mommy?

I know.

I did try to make the heavenly ham loaf first.

It was a Betty Cracker recipe and everything.

Oh, who, by the way, is a phony.

Did you know that?

Betty Crocker is some advertising idea dreamed up by some suit sitting in a

fancy boardroom. Not a real person at all.

It was a woman.

A woman came up with Betty Crocker.

Well, you would know, being in the food business.

And I guess you would be the expert on phony Bettys.

Okay.

I deserve that.

But just so you know, I'm not going anywhere.

So when you're done extracting your pound of flesh, I'll be here.

You knew you couldn't have kids.

You knew.

Before we married, before we met.

Why didn't you just tell me? Because you never would have married me if you knew

the truth. You know that? I know what you saw when you first met me. A good

Christian girl at church who'd have good Christian babies. I didn't meet you at

church. Of course you did remember.

This Palm Sunday potluck, and I bumped into you, and your coleslaw fell into my

pocketbook, and I... It was before that.

I have always been shy with girls.

Always had trouble talking to them.

So I thought, you know... Go to a...

Go to a brothel.

You know, maybe there I can learn, you know?

I never met a girl who was nice to me like that.

And I didn't want to leave. I was so scared that I would never see you again.

And then when I walked into that church that morning, you were standing right

there, and I knew we were meant to be.

I will admit it's an acquired taste.

I've always liked the way it looks.

Gives me sort of a Hemingway air, I think.

So, what advice can I give you?

Actually, Bill, there's some advice I'd like to give you.

Do you know why I married Elise?

I thought it would cure me.

No more wandering eye, no more chasing ass like a teenager.

It would be like magic, you know, as soon as I...

Put the ring on my finger, abracadabra, all that stuff would disappear, and,

well, it would just be me and her.

I screwed a dental hygienist named Gertie three months later.

Hated myself for it, too.

Then I spent the next 12 years hating myself over and over again.

Most people, when they get burned, they don't touch the stove again, so what the

hell's the matter with me that I can't stop touching it?

You don't know how many times I've asked myself, why...

Can't you just be more like Bill?

And then, the other night, at the hotel, I

realized that I'd been punishing myself for no reason. That you and me were the

same.

Two men trying our best.

How about that? I'm no better or worse than Bill Master. I thought Virginia

explained we're starting up to study again.

Come on, Bill. Look who you're talking to. I don't know what you mean by that.

Just don't do it the way that I did.

You have got to keep this thing under wraps.

I mean, I'm not the only one who knows. Lillian DePaul has been wise to it from

the beginning.

Take it from me, this bachelor life, it's not all it's cracked up to be.

Don't get me wrong, there are some days when it feels like literally I've died

and gone to heaven.

Literally.

But I can't walk by the nursery anymore.

Because when I do see those...

Little bundles.

All I can think is how much I want to see my kids.

All I'm saying is, whatever this is you have with Virginia, you've got

to weigh it against all of this.

Taddy, Great House just called.

She told me the most outlandish story.

She said that you were fired.

That you assaulted her husband.

I... I... I did lose my temper, Libby, but you would have too. The man is an

utter philistine. Why do I have to hear everything about my husband third-hand?

I was going to tell you last night, but then Austin was here. Is this the second

job in two months, Bill?

Soon there won't be a hospital left for you to storm out of.

Liv. Why are you doing this to me?

Is this our life now?

You going from one job to another?

Always finding some reason why it's not good enough.

It's not about good enough, Libby. It's about... Your study?

They didn't understand your study?

Well, they didn't understand it at maternity either.

That doesn't mean that things won't work out. They will. Everything will be fine.

When, Bill?

When exactly will everything be fine?

How many more opportunities do you have to squander before you make this work?

You have a wife and a child who depend on you.

Doesn't that mean anything?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

That's all I think about.

How to do right by you.

The baby.

You just have to trust me right now.

Okay?

I'm going to take care of you.

Whatever happens, I will always take care of you.

You just have to believe that.

Please, Libby. I just... I mean... All right, all right, all right.

You'll find the right job.

And we'll be okay.

Everything will be okay.

What's six plus four equal?

Ten.

What's six plus twelve? Tessa, your brother can't do your homework for you.

He does it better, though. And what happens when he isn't there?

When the teacher calls on you in class, what are you going to do then?

You can't count on anybody else to do your work for you. You can only count on

yourself. Everything that is worth doing, you have to do on your own.

Did you do everything on your own?

No, I didn't.

But I do now.

From now on.

We are so very pleased that you've decided to join us, Dr. Masters.

The pleasure is all mine.

And I feel comfortable in speaking for my partner when I say how pleased we

both are to be bringing our work here together.

Bill Master's going to work at the Negro Hospital?

I cannot understand it. The key to your new office. We can finally get back to

work. I want you to strip.

Bill and I are not having an affair.

Is that how Bill's pitching it? It's okay because you're taking notes?

You broke my heart. You're not coming back into my life after the hell it took

getting you out. I suppose I'm wondering if our personal participation is a

condition of my employment here.

You need someone's mind in whose neighborhood you wandered into. This

hospital will be integrated.