Original subtitles

Previously on Masters of Sex. So, the two of you catalog what happens to the

human body during sex.

What else do you do?

Beacon. Of course we're not having an affair, Virginia.

I am a married man.

Let me understand. It's okay because you're taking notes?

Whatever this is between us, it can't be undone.

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

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

Old space up here belongs to Masters and Johnson now. I'm the new girl. Betty can

also help with the books.

I was wondering if you could use my help.

You want to volunteer?

I don't know why I want what I want, but... Excuse me.

What things have we told ourselves to make it possible to do what it is we've

done here? My husband has been having an affair for years.

I know that this thing that we have, I know that I want it.

We have a greater purpose, Virginia. It hasn't been about the study in years.

What sexual dysfunction are you proposing we treat?

Mine. We have an opportunity here to find a cure.

Think of all the people we could help. Us. A real couple.

You're not really worried about the kids, Jen. It's that study that you're

worried about.

I let my kids go for nothing.

I never meant to hurt Virginia.

No, you never do.

Our father was a monster.

When you get down on your knees, son, and beg for mercy, that's when I'll

stop. You were just a kid, a boy.

Let the word go forth that the torch has been passed to a new generation of

Americans.

One of us should try to get some sleep.

Again?

What's gotten into you?

Nerves, I suppose.

I think you may be in heat.

I hired a catered lunch for after.

We'll be fine.

Should I cancel the photography? You should stop talking so I can fuck you

properly before we try to sleep.

Because it would be unreasonable

To teach anatomy of reproductive organs, yet ignore how these organs work.

We categorically refuse to defend ourselves, except in honest discussions.

It would be like studying the heart, while disdaining any knowledge of how

the heart actually functions. If a review of our work appears, whether

valid or farcical, we will not write a rebuttal.

There is only one defense to our research.

Stop eating.

And that is continued research.

You have all received advanced galley proofs of our book, Human Sexual

Response, to be officially published early next year.

We'll assume you've also read the material, given your presence with us

here today.

But rather than me or Dr. Masters talking at you about our work, we

thought that it might be more illuminating to have an honest

discussion, initiated by questions that you may have.

So... It would seem that our only question is, do you have any questions?

This maculopapular type of arithmetous rash first appears over the epigastrium.

Why didn't you write this book in English?

Mr. Buckland, Dr.

Masters and I have worked in this field for many years, and we know all too well

the emotional impact the work can elicit. Meaning a candid conversational

discussion about sex, sexual acts, even sexual organs can incite some people.

leading to accusations of indecency or pornography.

So if the book seems obtuse and geared toward the medical community, it was

done so deliberately. I thought this was supposed to be an honest discussion.

I don't believe you did write this book for the medical community. I find it

curious a writer from the American Medical Journal would take issue with a

text designed for practicing physicians. I think this is a Trojan horse.

I think you have bigger plans for this work. I think you released this material

to piggyback on these so-called sexual revolutions.

A 12-year study does not piggyback, Mr.

Buckland. We have built on the sociological work of Alfred Kinsey, that

is true, but...

Our work has far superseded that. What Mrs. Johnson means is that our work is

based on empirical evidence. Our study is, in fact, unprecedented. As you can

see from the data before you, so the idea that we timed this release to

capitalize on the sexual revolution is some kind of ploy.

Mr. Buckland, we are the sexual revolution.

Look, if this is a joke to you... I'm ticklish all of a sudden, honey.

I'm sorry.

Try again.

So I can be ridiculed? It's sexual touching.

And I'm not ridiculing, honestly.

You could rub my... I don't know.

Rub my rump? A rump? Rub?

Sergio, who does my alterations, sometimes he brushes up against my rear

and it can feel a little bit exciting. A little bit what?

That fruitcake? He rubs your ass and you get... It's completely innocent.

And I'm only using it as an example.

Well, so it's not a fruitcake.

There's a missed opportunity. You're changing the subject. Because you are

forcing me to fondle you like a rat in a lab, Linda.

I don't even know what we're doing here.

We are working to save our marriage.

All right, Mr. and Mrs.

Einhorn, this seems like a good place to stop.

Now, don't be discouraged.

If you have any concerns about the process, we can discuss them upstairs

after you've dressed.

Baked beans, eggs, coffee.

Oh, you've been enjoying oatmeal lately?

It's one weekend, once a year. I've made my peace with the lake.

I'm sure the lake will be very... relaxing.

You don't know you're going to have to walk the Einhorns through the next

session. From the beginning.

Again. If they come back.

Oh, they'll come back.

You can tell by the expression on the wife's face.

God, is there anything scarier?

Could shoot a cannon off in here.

What? No.

Are you free to go?

I know that, since even Lester left, and you know how he avoids home now, what

with the screaming kids and Caligula and curlers.

His nickname for the miss is not mine.

Anyhoo, you got a full tank, should get you to the lake without a refuel.

Thanks for seeing to that, Betty.

In fact, thank you for everything you do. Honestly, if not for you, this whole

operation would be right in the toilet. I say thank you.

Thank you, Betty.

And this came from Little Brown and Company.

They threw in a red pencil for free.

We take six weeks to proof the galleys, and Little Brown's plan is to then send

the corrected copies to a few select journalists and then hold some kind of

exclusive press conference. We're not going to let the publishers decide how

we release this book.

And why is that? Because they know what they're doing? Because once it gets sent

out to critics, we've lost control. Look what happened to Darwin.

He achieved international fame.

He waited 20 years to publish his life's work. Every detail checked and

rechecked, only to have Cardinal Manning declare it a brutish philosophy with no

God. Even his friends said he was the most dangerous man in England. Believe

me, I know the stakes here.

Darwin got off easy compared to what the critics will do to me. Whoa, be careful.

I don't want the pages bent.

never killed anyone.

Do you know what I need?

I need four months off. Four months off now so I can finish my degree.

Good idea.

Like storming Omaha Beach only to pause on the sand to study French cuisine. I

mean it.

You're excellent at proofing. I'm terrible at it. And I could get my

degree in four months. Three if I really kill myself. And before you say a word,

let me point out that every time I bring up going back to school, you come up

with some reason for why it's impossible.

That's hardly fair, Virginia. You do, Bill.

You do. Some obstacle or some subtle form of discouragement. And yet not

completing your degree has always been your decision.

Ultimately.

Hasn't it?

All right, all right. I may have been, in the past, less than encouraging.

Or downright discouraging, I suppose, in some instances. But look, that is not

what I am doing now.

Well, you'll forgive me if I'm a bit suspicious.

Oh, good. We just got here ourselves.

How was the drive?

Just fine.

Let me get that for you.

Hi, Jenny.

Hi. Hi, Johnny.

First you're in the kitchen. Johnny, will you watch your brother so he

doesn't wander outside?

Hi.

Bill, this suitcase is jammed. I can't seem to get it open. Where's Tessie? She

did come with you, right?

She's already down at the dock.

Bill. I broke off the little key in the lock.

Henry just never showed up. Apparently Henry's coming up later. What are you

doing?

Um, sorry, I didn't mean to... See this box?

No one touches this box. No one thinks about touching this box.

That's all I ask for this weekend.

What's in this mysterious box?

The galley's finally arrived, and I was just making the case to Bill.

Let's not drag Libby into this. Twelve years gestation and a book is finally

born.

Surely I can touch it. Lib.

Don't you think that it's wrong for me to have to face a room full of

journalists with only two years of drooling college under my belt? It does

seem wrong. Jenny, please leave the dog alone. That was not my point, right or

wrong. Besides, I reject the press conference idea. You can't predict a

press conference. You can't control it. It's a bad idea. We should tell them

we're not interested.

Yes, but when the book does come out, I will be exposed in front of the press,

in front of our entire readership. The work speaks for itself.

No, no, I'm not discouraging.

Virginia, I'm only saying wait until after we publish.

Otherwise you look like you're desperate, like you're trying to sneak a

degree in under the wire.

Howie, is that a marble in your mouth? Under the wire? Bill, that is so unfair.

You know that I have been trying to do this for years. I'm only trying to point

out how it appears, and also reminding you that it takes all hands on deck to

launch a book. Yes, but if I wait until after publication, then it's too late.

Bill, will you grab the marble out of Howie's mouth, please?

Ow! He bit me!

Howie, you can't bite, you know that. All children outside, now!

Let me just remind us, this is one of our few

weekends together as a family, and I really don't want it ruined with arguing

and unpleasantness. Yes, you're right, Liv.

Bill and I will sort this out later. Meanwhile, Virginia and I have a

substantial amount of work to do. I do have one other request, though. Of?

Of you.

I want you to talk to Tessa about sex, about the risks of unplanned

pregnancy, about the libido of teenage boys. You, you, a solid male authority

figure, to put the fear of God into her.

That is absurd.

The answer is no. Bill, she won't listen to a word I say. Do you think that I

haven't- I suppose, um, George isn't up to the task? George?

No. George is sleeping with an 18-year-old to mend his broken heart

after divorcing Audrey. So, hardly the person to give sound advice about

responsible sex.

And I am the second least likely.

Tessa's always been fond of you, but- I will not talk to Tessa!

Virginia, you are her mother!

You've written a book about sex.

Libby, you are her aunt, essentially. The girl follows you around like a

puppy. I'm sure between the two of you, you can figure out how to talk to a 15

-year-old about sex. But what I will do is this. I will ask for peace and quiet

this weekend. No interruptions, no distractions. I will take the same front

room I took last year in order to find the solitude I now need to do the added

work I have because Virginia has now said she's going back to school.

Tessa's in that front room this year she she can move

I Will finish up with the groceries I will

open up the back

Henry? Hello?

We're here! Hello?

When'd you get in, Mom?

Just now.

You?

You know, earlier.

I'm just catching up on some sleep.

Really?

You use the phrase sexual tension frequently in your book, and I think I

know what you mean by that. Actually, I've got Tabor's medical dictionary

right here, and they don't recognize the term.

Sexual tension. It is the physiological elevation of sexual engagement, Mr.

Keller. Usually expressed in increased blood flow to genitals, muscle tension.

Think of it as what the body does in response to sexual interest.

And you're not going to find it in Tabor's dictionary because we coined the

term ourselves.

What in your background, Mrs. Johnson, qualifies you to make up new medical

terms? Well, I've spent the last ten years in a lab.

Mr. Buckland, studying the physiology of human sexuality. I meant what on your

educational background qualifies you. I mean, Dr. Masters has a B.S. from

Hamilton College, a medical degree from the University of Rochester. Well, Mrs.

Johnson has obtained her B.A. in psychology at St. Louis University.

She's also preparing for her M.A. in the same subject, possibly even obtaining a

Ph.D.

You're saying you're following Dr. Masters' footsteps, Mrs. Johnson?

Become a practicing physician?

That is one possibility.

Among many.

Because if there is one thing that our study has shown, it's that women are

capable of almost anything.

Well, time for a brief break. We'll resume shortly.

Virginia? What happened?

Open the door, Virginia.

Virginia?

You do realize the significance of today, perhaps the most important day of

our professional life. You can't talk about my credentials like that. Not in

front of the press.

They asked. I thought you'd be grateful. I rallied to your time. I didn't get my

degree. I haven't yet taken the final in my last remaining statistics course. So

I have not yet graduated. I don't understand.

I gave you three months off against every instinct.

that it was a terrible idea, which it was.

And I will finish my degree, Bill. Virginia, calm down.

Is there not one square inch of my life that you haven't insinuated yourself

into? My work, my home, my bed. Can I not even have a bathroom stall to

myself? I will accept your apology later. For now, you have five minutes.

And then we are going back out there and we are continuing this presentation like

the polished and professional researchers that we are.

Five minutes, Virginia.

As the unrest in Saigon continues along with Prime Minister Kay's crackdown on

the Buddhist rebels, including the arrest of South Vietnamese Buddhist

leader Tri Quang.

Well, she either climbed out the back window or she's hiding in the cellar

because of Henry.

emerged from his room utterly alone. What a girl in sight.

It's Daddy's turn.

Daddy! Your mother's playing for me!

Maybe he's Houdini.

I mean, in less than an hour, he picks up a local girl, seduces her under our

noses, and then makes her disappear.

That would explain how he makes his job opportunities vanish.

Mom, we're waiting for Dad, which means we're waiting for you. Is this, um,

still the Masters versus the Johnsons game?

Yes. You as Dad, me, Johnny.

Are you not playing? Mom, Tess, and Harry Houdini here.

Anyway, I will spin the spinner.

Two career cards for your father.

Naturally, life imitating life.

Is there fresh coffee?

Johnny, honey, will you bring your dad some coffee?

No, you cannot have some of my cigarettes.

But you can keep playing with the other. I hate life.

But I'll trade you if you're insisting I join in the family fun.

All right, that's enough.

That's enough.

You know you can't do that at school. You know that, right?

Thank you.

I'm not playing life either.

Well, you should play.

I have to work.

I think they want us both to play.

Well, you should play.

It's fun.

It's the point of our... It's the point of our time here.

What does that even mean, human sexual response?

My work's not for children, you know.

You know that.

Seven, eight, nine. Nine.

Well, look at that. I am having children.

Two children. A boy and a girl.

History. Doomed to repeat.

Tessie, you always wanted a baby sister. And I, for one, am thrilled to be having

another girl. And boy, of course. And you have to put your kid in your cart,

and you have to name them.

Well, when I was your age, my very best friend was named Lisa Sirocco, so I'm

going to name my baby girl Lisa.

And does the boy drive an ice cream truck?

Can you drive the truck to our house again, Henry?

Please?

Speaking of, how do you not have a single shift this weekend, Henry? Isn't

this a huge ice cream weekend?

What can I say? I'm not on the schedule. What does Mr. Hiskey say?

Mr. Hiskey likes his whiskey more than he likes ice cream. Mr.

Hiskey's drinking issues aside, why is he reducing your hours? He's not

reducing my hours. I don't work there anymore.

Tessa and I made, this afternoon of all things, a lingonberry pie. That was not

the agreement.

We agreed that you could defer college for one year for gainful employment

only. And I've had three jobs. And you've lost three jobs. I don't

understand. How could you get fired from driving an ice cream truck?

What, it was too challenging?

Intellectually? Too cold? I wasn't fired. I quit.

Whipped cream, please, on my pie.

And you have never tasted a crust so buttery and flaky.

I don't understand. About the job. About the jobs.

Why you keep losing them.

Maybe you just don't understand me.

Mr. Risky feeling risky took his ice cream truck for a spin.

Making any progress?

Slow progress.

Glacially slow.

Well, um...

Tessa needs the room now.

Everybody's headed to bed. She can sleep with Henry. They're too old, they say.

Meaning they're self-conscious about boy-girl issues.

This is my workspace.

During the day. And for sleeping, you will have to head back to our room.

That is... The mattress in that room dates

back to the Confederacy. You remember last time. My back spasmed for weeks.

Bill, all of the rooms are spoken for.

There is a spare mattress. You could...

Drag it into the living room? The living room is overrun with people.

Well, those are your only options, I'm afraid.

Fine.

I will take the chaise in the backyard instead.

You're going to sleep outside?

Under the stars, yes.

Isn't that the point of a vacation?

enjoying the fresh air, communing with nature.

It's a luau.

And Howie and I think it's stupid, and we're going swimming. Hey!

Come on.

Do you need a hula partner?

Yeah.

Maybe Henry will come out and dance.

Henry has been a little scarce today, but then again, who needs boys, right?

Right. Okay.

We wave our arms like waves, like this, side to side.

Okay. Like this? Good, yeah.

Oh, thank you.

You're a very good teacher.

Thank you. Do we do this one too?

After Hulu, we have to head into town, Jim.

Guess I should have knocked.

Even though it is my room.

Well, if you need something...

What I need is in town.

Can you drive me into town?

Nope. As you can see, I'm busy.

I started my period and I don't have any Kotex.

I need to go into town.

Well, your mom or Libby can take you. I think that would be... They're already

in town. You're the only one that can take me.

If you can't, then you can't.

You cannot hitchhike.

You don't know the next driver isn't going to be a sociopath.

Fine.

I know you're busy, so we can try the general store. It's only halfway in.

Fine.

And you don't have to worry. I'm not going to ask you about sex.

That hadn't occurred to me. No.

I've heard Libby and Mom saying that I needed a talking to from a strong male

authority figure type. For God's sake, Tessa.

I'm on your side. We both agree you are the last person on earth who should be

talking to me about sex.

You don't like Patsy Cline?

Patsy Cline is fine. Look.

If you do have questions about sex, teenage years being a confusing time,

understanding the real risks of pregnancy and venereal disease.

Oh, no.

We can't play into her hands like this. Your mother just wants what's best for

you. And as I am a gynecologist, and I do talk to young women every day...

You're really a sex researcher. I am both. As you know, I am a Dr. Anna sex

researcher.

Along with my mother, who also calls herself a sex researcher, and yet is too

chicken to talk to her own daughter about the things she talks to perfect

strangers about all day. And whose fault is that?

If she was sitting here now instead of me, you would ignore every word she

said.

And you wouldn't get the information you so obviously need to grow into a safe,

responsible, sexually active adult.

You think I'm an adult?

Hardly.

Although you will be soon enough, so just don't be foolish and ignore the

advice of people who know better and who actually care about you.

How about I trade you?

You let me drive your MG to the general store and I'll let you talk to me about

how my body works. Oh, a perfect lose-lose for me. So do we have a deal?

Do you think Tessa's been calling my mother? She hasn't said anything, of

course. Neither of them ever would. But suddenly my mother is talking about how

she wants to see the kids and how she and daddy live so far away.

And my favorite, how...

The Arch has put St. Louis on the map. And how nice it would be to live in a

city on the map.

And they would move to St. Louis?

I can't imagine your parents moving anywhere.

I can't imagine a lot of things.

And then they happen.

Three pounds of ground beef?

Well, one burger each for mine. Maybe Johnny has two, given the swimming. And

Henry and Tessa.

I haven't seen Henry all day.

That's because he left the house and didn't tell anyone where he was going.

No idea what he's doing.

Sitting on a bench with a girl.

Is that the same girl that crawled out the window?

That girl has clothes.

But yes, that is the same girl.

Henry!

Your ears must be burning.

Hey.

Mom, Aunt Libby, this is my friend Tina.

Hello. Hello.

I shouldn't have to chase you into town to meet your friends, Henry. They're

welcome at the house.

In fact... We are just shopping for dinner now. Tina, would you like to join

us? That's so nice of you, but I really can't. My little one's waiting for me at

home, and he gets anxious if I'm gone too long.

Of course he does.

Anyway, so nice to meet you both. You too.

I've got business in town, so I won't be home for dinner either.

What business?

You have to eat, Henry. I already ate.

Why don't I go and get started on the shopping? Okay, Jen? Okay.

You can't guilt me into this, Mom. I've got business in town. Henry, she seems

lovely. But let her get back to her family. That's not the business I meant.

I am not judging.

You know that. Oh, I know. Anything goes with you when it comes to that stuff.

Look, you wanted me to take charge of my life. I'm taking charge. You want me to

show some ambition and get a job? I am getting a job.

I am buckling down, as you like to say.

I'll be home late.

The kids will want you there.

You want me there. Henry, I insist. I'm almost 18, Mom, so honestly, you

insisting on anything... Henry!

What an asshole.

I'm the asshole. You didn't look. Call an ambulance. I don't need an ambulance.

Oh, my God, you asshole!

You absolutely need an ambulance, Henry. Do not...

No apology no saying I'm so sorry for nearly killing you. He didn't really

come close to killing me You don't know that. I know my knee is scraped. My

pants need some we're not a doctor Henry Libby Why don't you go back to the house

and check on the kids George's on excuse me?

I'm sorry, but this young man was hit by a car and we have been waiting for

nearly an hour for someone to see him. That is after driving him here ourselves

because an ambulance never bothered to show up at the scene. We do apologize,

ma'am. What with the long weekend and all. That's all you have to say? Libby,

honestly, it's okay.

He's not okay, Virginia.

I mean, are you simply that cavalier about everything?

You do not know that he is fine. You don't.

Based on your medical degree, your extensive knowledge of internal

injuries, that he may be...

Bleeding inside or having a hematoma or... Libby. I don't know what he has

either. All I know is that Henry could have died.

The doctor's in with Henry now.

So far, everything seems fine.

Although he did call for a thorough workup.

I didn't mean what I said.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to tell me what's going on.

For a while now, I've noticed that

you're not exactly yourself.

And I've been worried about you. Bill has been worried.

I think my children deserve better than a mother that gets by on two Cerax every

day. Cerax?

For anxiety?

For depression?

I just keep thinking about the South and how... The South?

How dangerous it's become.

Over 30 people have lost their lives, did you know that?

Fighting for Dr.

King's cause, fighting for basic human rights.

30 is, it's a shocking number.

Perhaps there are better ways to process the daily news besides drugs.

I suppose you're right.

Life is filled with loss. It is ridiculous to think that you can stop

it.

Your data seems to support a societal trend. The double standard between men

and women that's vanishing. The thou shalt nots replaced with thou shalt jump

into bed with whomevers.

Meaning, with your emphasis on female sexual pleasure, can a woman feel free

now to say no?

Of course she can. She absolutely can. Our study gives women more freedom than

ever to say no, because a woman will no longer be making her decisions out of

fear.

Yes? Miss Delacorte, ladies from Jordan? Yes, ma'am.

I assume when you say fear, Mrs. Johnson, you mean the traditional fears

women have always had to contend with regarding sex.

Fear of disease, social ostracism, pregnancy, the biggest fear of all.

Yes.

Yes, all stemming from... Stemming from sexual ignorance, sexual know-how.

means a woman now will have a more sophisticated choice, because it is her

choice.

Yes. Peter Norris, New York Times. So, is it possible, as some clergy predict,

that the elimination of fear will break down all barriers, including barriers

that protect us from disease, stigma...

unwanted pregnancy exactly my point that depends on what you mean by barriers

what do you mean by there is no universe where fear is a barrier worth preserving

dr masters you don't believe people should be bound by any societal

convention you can misquote me however you believe in many social conventions

and we are seeing plenty of evidence that young men and women today are

inclined to work things out emotionally rather than fixating on sex per se so no

No, we do not believe that the removal of fear leads to the destruction of good

values. I believe whatever the arrangement between grown, consenting

adults, it must begin with the truth.

You want a drink?

The coffee will be ready soon.

A grown-up drink.

I suggest you dump this in the sink.

My mom lets me drink at home.

I doubt that. She lets me drink on vacation. Whoa.

Right, sorry. I keep the sex research clean.

Fine, I'll dump it.

What happened to Libby?

She was just worried.

She's gone home to be with the children.

Now, what did the doctor say, honey? He said I might be sore from the fall.

Recommends aspirin, puts some iodine on my knee.

That is one tough kid. Make no mistake about it.

Sergeant Marcus Ivey.

Virginia Johnson.

Nice to meet you.

And I gather you've met my son, Henry.

I hope no one in your family is ill, Sergeant.

No, no.

Henry called me because we had an appointment this afternoon that he

obviously had to reschedule. I'm just stopping by to make sure he's okay.

And I appreciate it. I really do. We look after our own son.

That's what I was doing in town, heading to the recruitment office to see

Sergeant Ivy.

I talked to him last year, too, when we were up here.

I didn't know that.

Listen, Mom. No, you don't have to go, Sergeant.

So what I'm hoping, Mom, is that you'll sign for me since I'm

not 18 yet.

The sergeant and I have discussed this, and I could wait until my birthday, but

I don't want to. I want to do this now.

You want to?

To enlist.

I'm starving.

Where is everybody?

I have no idea.

Am I having dinner with you?

I

think

we should wait for the others.

So he did say something to you, and you just, what, you forgot to mention it to

me? Jen, I didn't think he meant it. It's like a kid saying he wants to be an

astronaut or an Indian chief. He meant it.

You'd hope that getting hit by a car would have knocked some sense into him.

You know, George, you have been a perfect shit in almost every respect,

but especially for taking my kids away from me. Because if they had their

mother around them more, none of this would be happening. You have not once

tried to change the custody arrangement in the last four years.

Because let's be honest now.

It fits better with your life that I have the kids more of the week than you.

That's not true. I'm not judging you.

I'm just saying what we both know is real. I never should have called you.

Well, I'm glad you did.

Jen.

We have to sign that consent. I will not sign it.

Then I will. No, you won't.

It only takes one parent's signature.

This is not your decision to make, George. No, no, it's ours.

And I've done plenty of the heavy lifting with these kids for the past

four years. It even cost me my marriage, Virginia, so my vote counts.

And I know Henry well enough to know that if we meet him halfway on this, we

can reason with him.

In two months, he'll enlist anyway.

But if we go along with his harebrained plan, we can buy ourselves some

leverage. I'll swing by the cottage in the morning. I'll drive them home.

They'll give me three hours to work on them. I can get them to take a non

-combat position.

What if it doesn't work? It's our best shot. Are you not completely terrified

right now? I am!

I'm worried.

And I'm sorry.

For... You know.

The hasha I'd made of it as a parent a lot of the time, but not always.

And on this one, I am with you, Virginia, lockstep.

And we're going to do everything we can to make sure our boy is safe. I cannot

have our son come home in a flag-draped coffin.

Tessa?

Arms.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Tessa.

Straighten yourself.

Oh, come on. Take my arm.

Try to stand.

All right, just stay there.

For God's sake. What are you thinking?

Here. Drink. Oh, no, don't. Just put your dress back on, Tessa.

Tessa, stop it.

What are you doing?

Touch my breasts. You like my breasts. Jesus.

Oh, God.

Do not move.

John. John.

Tessa is, uh, unfortunately, drunk.

Okay. It's not okay. It will be. She'll sleep it off.

But you need to know... I don't want to talk about it. Well, what you want isn't

the issue. What I'm saying is she made the mistake. And I don't want to talk

about it.

I just said, so shut up about it.

You just told me to shut up.

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

Sorry I'm so late. I took a drive to clear my head.

It's, um, it's been... You put the kids to bed.

John, an hour ago.

Tessa, just now.

You put Tessa to bed?

She passed out, essentially.

She got into the liquor cabinet, drunk herself into a state.

I cleaned her up so her mother wouldn't see her like that.

God, it's as if hell has been unleashed today.

Believe me, they were the least of my problems this evening.

I'm going to drive home early tomorrow.

Got little Brown on the phone.

Order more galley copies.

When they come in, I'd like you to read the book.

Give me your honest opinion.

If it seems in good shape, maybe we should have a press conference.

Trust that our work can finally speak for itself.

Henry? Did the doctor say he'll be okay?

Yes, Henry's going to be fine.

So fine, in fact, that he's in town, celebrating with Tammy.

Dina.

Whatever her name is.

She has a baby.

Do you want to come in?

What are they celebrating?

That is... It's a story that can wait till morning.

At least your children are safe.

My children?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Liv. I know that your kids are not what's on your mind at the

moment.

Actually, my children are very much on my mind.

I spent a lot of time this past year medicating myself so that I wouldn't

feel.

The strange thing is I never sleep.

I feel like I haven't slept forever.

Maybe you are depressed.

I have thought a lot about my marriage.

And I realize that... I don't need Bill to be all things.

I don't even need him to be most things.

We don't have to... No, no, I have to say this because... Because...

I

think that a

heart... can only be broken so many times, and then it's done.

And... I think that I'm done.

And I'm okay with that. I am.

As long as my home and my family stay intact.

I need that.

For my children's sake.

And I see the way that you struggle with Henry and Tessa, and...

Time spent away from them on weekends, and... Vacations split, belongings in

two houses, and... I know from living a childhood like that myself,

that... While it may make you stronger...

It also makes you sad.

I want to spare my children a life of upheaval and pain.

I know you can appreciate that.

We understand each other, Jin.

In fact, sometimes I think we understand each other better than either of us

understands Bill.

Your home is safe.

Of course it is, Libby.

I always wondered what it felt like with you.

We, uh, we took a risk.

asking you here today.

Some would say a calculated risk, others would say an unnecessary risk, but

regardless of what you print when you walk out that door, we stand by our

work.

And we know the fear that surrounds the subject of sex.

All of you in this room suffer it.

The legacy of many generations.

It affects us all in ways that we are only beginning to understand.

But it wasn't always this way.

You know, before the Industrial Revolution, people lived on farms. And

mom would take pops lunch out to the field.

And they would eat and then do something else right there under a shade tree. In

that world, sex was a given.

It was valued, enjoyed.

Even if it wasn't understood scientifically.

We believe our book, Human Sexual Response, will reacquaint all of us

with our natural selves.

Free of fear, but also full of understanding.

So... We thank you for coming here

today and...

We appreciate your interest in our book.

If I may... Really, Mr. Buckland? Why ask for the floor now when you've

hijacked it so unapologetically all afternoon? And I may have abused more

than my fair share of time today, Dr. Masters.

Because I believe your book deserves such scrutiny.

Deserves an honest evaluation as to the impact of such material societally.

Not just the immense scientific value it provides to the medical community.

because the contribution is immense.

I mean, this study sheds light on an area that has, up until now, been the

dark side of the moon, and if we view the sexual union as so sacrosanct that

it cannot be opened to question, we should remember a similar view was taken

regarding the stars in Galileo's day, and I think we can safely

say Galileo had the last laugh on that one.

You're pregnant.

Watch the sunrise on a tropic isle.

Just remember, darling, all the while.

You belong to me.

See the marketplace in old Algiers.

Send me photographs and souvenirs.

Just remember when a dream appears.