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Previously on Masters of Sex...

We began discussing
a potential investor,

Mrs Johnson and I immediately agreed
that you were the right man for the job.

I'm interested in a fragrance that says,
"I want you."

"Go to bed with me.
You can't live without me."

- You want to...
- To enlist.

I cannot have our son
come home in a flag-draped coffin.

I don't... I don't want to do that.

It's in your mom's book.

Jesus. Don't be such a prick tease.

He showed me three apartments.

That is a really big step.

If I don't do something
about this now, then...

That's all it will ever be, just talk.

You can walk, too, Libby.

Walk away, I mean.

Walk away from my life? Like you?

It's Joy. And they're calling it...

A brain aneurysm.

- You need to come work for me.
- But I'm happy where I am.

Come where you're wanted, Barton.

Where you're respected.

What's the story? Married? Single?

Married, yes.

During the first 35 years
of the 20th century,

the publishing houses of America

printed more than a fifth
of a million different books.

Most of them were deadly dull,

many were financial failures.

So why did I have the temerity
to write another book?

And after I had written it,

why should you bother to read.

How To Win Friends
And Influence People?

May I help you find something?

Yeah. I was looking for.

Giles Goat-Boy.

You're in for quite a treat
with this one.

Prepare to have your notions
of the American novel torn asunder.

Excuse me.

I couldn't help but overhear
your conversation,

and I'm quite certain
you're not buying the book

you really wanted.

Buzz off.

Is there something I can do for you?

Because you've been "browsing"
for quite a while now...

In fact, there is something
you can do.

Three months ago, my book.

Human Sexual Response,
was in your front window.

Now it is tucked away behind
reference books,

in a part of your store that gets
very little foot traffic

and is only got three copies.

But if you had a question
about your book,

why not just walk over
to the register and ask?

Because while you were
scaring customers off,

I was working and observing.

And it's clear to me that
you would sell far more copies...

People who have bought your book
tend to call ahead

instead of buying it
off the shelves.

So we either have it
waiting for them,

behind the counter,
or we ship it out.

Now that we settled that,

buy a book or leave.

In fact, Dale Carnegie
would be an excellent choice.

Since I'm inclined to believe that
winning friends is not your strong suit.

- Where's your mother?
- She's next door.

Helping the Edleys.

Are you gonna go next door too?

I will. Not now,

but soon.

I need to stay here.
To look after you.

So.

Go to bed.

Tessa!

Have you seen my letter from Henry?

I could've sworn I left it
right here on the night stand.

You did.
And now I'm putting it back.

On the night stand.

So, you just,
you took it without asking?

You were asleep.

Besides, you took
my Strawberry Meringue lipstick.

As if I would want such a thing.

All right.

So what do you think?

He doesn't sound good, does he?

The part where he talks
about not feeling well.

That rash and sweating, fever, nausea.

It's 120 degrees there.

Can't you just focus on the part
where he says he found a dog.

Henry always wanted a dog.

"The rain never stops,
and since I chose the wrong MOS,."

"I keep pulling guard duty
10 hours a night."

What is MOS?
And what are they guarding?

It's base. It's like a little city.

"If I get transferred
to the motor pool,."

"I'll mostly just be ordering parts."

"But occasionally we'll go along
on convoys to deliver ammo"

"and other supplies."

Do you think that I could
call somebody?

Call about what?

About Henry.

And I told you I didn't
take your lipstick.

Can you just drive me to school?

I'm always late
when I stay over here.

This was a very respectable run,
Dr Masters.

15,000 copies
is nothing to sniff at.

That's it?
One edition and our book is done?

How can that be?

We at Little Brown
feel we will have reached

a saturation point in sales.

Everyone interested in the book

will have likely
already purchased it.

What about word of mouth?

Don't you expect that
to boost sales?

In fact, I have a sense

that the book is actually
gaining momentum.

You "sense" it?

Yes.

I've been doing
some of my own research.

In the field.

Where I've seen that demand for
the book is, if anything, growing.

We are getting calls almost
every week from medical schools

interested in using it
as a textbook.

But not just as textbooks.

The general public has a real
appetite for this material.

Many of them are simply embarrassed
to be seen buying it.

If it's a question of perception,

perhaps we should change
the perception.

Try to get it discussed
in more populist forums.

Like women's magazines, for example.

A favourable article or two
isn't gonna make the difference.

As we've always said from the start,
the only real way

to get readers comfortable
with this work

is to get you two out

in front of the rank and file,
the regular folk.

So, we'll go out in front
of the general public,

and you can prepare
for a second printing.

But the only way a second printing
is happening is if the book sells out.

And the only way for the book
to sell out

involves a lot more work from you.

More interviews, more lectures,
personal appearances,

heck, maybe a whole tour
of the Midwest.

I cannot put my neck on the line
with Little Brown headquarters

if you aren't willing to get out
there and pound the pavement.

So.

Are you two willing to take
this show on the road?

- We are. Absolutely.
- We'll have to look at our schedules.

Do you like it?

Tell me.

I like it.

But what?

The truth, Margaret.

I just want the kind of sex where...

So we should keep that appointment.

And Jo?

What do we tell them about Jo?

This is about us, Graham.

Just us.

Ann Arbor is a 10-hour drive.

Betty, please follow up with...

The Little Brown man, I'm on it.

Hello, hello.

I'm afraid your Lambert Airport
delayed us with the luggage.

Mr Logan. And company.

Allow me to introduce you to
my research assistants.

This is Mary Lynn,
Mary Ann, and Trudy,

who've just flown in from New York
with our fragrance samples.

And we are ready
to get straight to work.

After you sign Mary Lynn's book.

It's all she's talked about since
she stepped on the tarmac.

It would be an honour, Dr Masters.

I'm something of a scientist myself.

What kind of science?

Astrology.

- I don't seem to have a...
- I come prepared.

I'm a Virgo.

Mary Lynn, was it?

"To a fellow intellectual"

"and woman of science."

You should know, ladies, that
Mrs Johnson is the role model

for all young women
of intelligence and ambition.

Degree in psychology,

expert in her field,
and she is also eminently gracious.

Being an Aquarius.

Betty, is the exam room ready
for Mr Logan

and his backup singers?

Come this way, girls.

I can't make any promises
about the acoustics.

Is Mrs Edley a turnip?

Johnny keeps saying
she's a vegetable.

But vegetables don't
sit in wheelchairs.

Or get dressed.

First of all, Mrs Edley
is not a vegetable.

And her husband
helps her get dressed.

Or her caretaker.

But she can't wear pants
any more, can she?

Of course, she can.

Mrs Edley can wear
whatever she wants.

But why is Mrs Edley like that?

Something went wrong with her brain.

Can that happen to you?

No. No, of course not.

I mean,

it won't happen to me.

How do you know?

Is Daddy going to have to
dress you every day?

Honey.

I am fine. I am completely fine.

Nothing is going to happen to me.

Okay?

How about the week
with Columbus Day?

Tessa's off school that week,
which actually makes it worse.

If she's in school, at least
I know where she is all day.

The week after then.

That is George's
yearly fishing trip.

So I'll have Tessa with me then, too.

Tessa can stay with Libby.

I impose on Libby enough.

So when exactly are you available?

I hear a phone ringing.

Somewhere. Not here.

I'm trying to be
practical here, Bill.

We can't just drop everything
and hit the road.

We have patients to see,

we have a new investor
breathing down our neck.

Dan Logan and the Shirelles?

- They are not a priority.
- Yes, but other things are.

I got another letter
from Henry last night,

and I need to get to the bottom
of what's happened to him.

What's happened to him?

He says that he's sick. In his letters.

Sweating, fever, nausea...

Well, those are all common reactions
to a tropical climate.

Malaria being
another common reaction.

It's possible,
but it's more likely a stomach bug.

Or a reaction
to anti-malarial pills.

He could have a mild case
of gastroenteritis,

food poisoning, the beginnings
of ulcerative colitis,

even a bad sunburn
could produce a similar reaction.

The symptoms are too general
to say anything definitively,

but I wouldn't worry.

I'll stop worrying
as soon as I know.

As for now,
let's just be smart about work.

If we have to tour the Midwest,
we should divide and conquer.

Divide and...
You mean, tour separately?

Yes. You can take the further
venues, and I'll take Chesterfield.

Chesterfield is 20 minutes away.

Then you take Chesterfield
and I will hold down the fort here.

Have you read our book, Virginia?

It's by Masters and Johnson,

a collaborative effort by
two writers, one male, one female,

so we're perceived as a team
because...

We're a team.

I'm just trying to be
practical, Bill.

I will quote many great men
in this book.

And one of the greatest,
John D. Rockefeller, said,

"The ability to deal with people"

"is as purchasable a commodity
as sugar or coffee."

"And that ability
to deal with people"

"comes down to one all-important
law of human conduct."

"If we obey this law, we shall
almost never get into trouble."

I'm turning in now. Goodnight.

Yes. Goodnight, Lib.

"In fact, if obeyed,"

"this will bring us countless
friends and constant happiness."

"The law is this."

"Always make the other person
feel important."

Your wife is going to be thrilled.

You made an excellent choice,
especially for a fur virgin.

It's just a term

we use for a man who's
never bought a fur before.

Yes. Well...

I'm not prone to
extravagant gestures,

but sometimes it's important

to demonstrate how much
you appreciate someone.

And

I'd like to thank you,

for your assistance today.

Elsa.

Why aren't you dressed?

Is that another letter from Henry?

No, it's not
another letter from Henry.

Well, then why are you be hiding it?

What happened?

I got suspended from school.

For cutting class. Starting today.

Feel better?

Pay attention to what she tells you.

Rolodex.

She's just going to be
alphabetizing files,

and helping with the Rolodex cards.

What's that?

I don't understand.

Just, just open it, Virginia.

Do you like it?

I don't know what to say.

Do you know what John Dewey said?

"Every great advance in science"

"has issued from a new audacity
of imagination."

Sorry. John Dewey?

My point, Virginia,

is you have been that and more.

You have been audacious, tireless,

dedicated,

and brilliant.

And it's only fitting that
you should have a token of,

well, of my appreciation,

of you.

10:00. First victims up.

Betty, there's a reason
knocking was invented.

Betty, what about Barton?

Out for the day.

As planned.

You can try it on later.

Of course, I've followed
all your triumphs.

Graham will tell you.

Any mention of you two in the paper,

she clips and puts by
my morning coffee.

Well, we do go way back, Margaret.

And you do look wonderful.

She's certainly not the woman
I met a year ago.

You've blossomed.

Like a flower, Magpie.

I'd like to think it was
because of me,

that's made the difference.

But what really happened is
she's met herself.

It sounds silly, put that way.

It doesn't matter how it sounds
if it's the truth.

Graham is teaching me not to care
what people think.

He didn't understand why I took
pains to come on Barton's day off.

It's been three years
since the divorce.

So Barton is aware you've remarried.

No, Graham and I aren't...

I mean, maybe one day.

So you're living together.

Yes. And enjoying each other.

Day by day-

My old self would be scandalised.

- My new self is...
- Following your path.

Yes. Are you familiar with the works
of William Glasser?

Reality Therapy?

Graham and I met in a workshop.

Reality Therapy is about
personal choice,

personal responsibility,
personal transformation.

And it's helped me not be afraid
to tell Graham what I need.

Including in bed.

Which brings us to you.

I'm a little quick off
the starting block.

What am I saying?

No euphemisms.

I have been ejaculating prematurely.

You can help with that, can't you?

And with the two of you, sex is...

it depends. Sometimes I can last
a minute or two,

and sometimes it's over
before I enter her.

And does she physically
stimulate you

in any way prior to intercourse?

There's no need.

Once we begin, I'm ready to go.

A little too ready.

And Margaret?

It can take me awhile.

And Graham doesn't satisfy you
in other ways?

He wants to, he tries to.

But I want it to happen
with us together,

looking into each other's eyes.

You think I've read
too many romance novels.

Well, simultaneous orgasm
is a romantic notion,

but it's not the norm.

But it's happened for us before,
in the beginning.

And I think, with help,
we could get back to that.

Is this... I don't know.
Is this what you do? Is this...

You rehash the past?

Because I don't particularly
like to look back.

"What are you going to do about
your life, beginning today?"

is what Glasser
would have us ask ourselves.

The only thing that matters
is right now.

The past may hold some answers.

I've spent most of my life
trying to make my two ex-wives

and a handful of girlfriends happy.

And looking back on it now,
I don't even think I like them.

But I like this one.

Because she doesn't want to
look backwards either.

Now, if you have some
practical advice to offer...

We do.

Our treatment involves a system

of physical reconditioning
that allows a man to

regain control
of his ejaculatory response.

But if simultaneity weren't
always the goal...

It's only good
when it's us together.

That's a tall order.

In the beginning,
our bodies fit together,

we were attuned to each other

so acutely the pleasure
was more than physical.

It was, you'll laugh, but,

spiritual.

I've never had that before.

I don't want to give up
on having it again.

Dr Scully!

That's my name, don't wear it out!

What're you doing here
on your day off?

- I'm here to see a patient.
- No, you're not.

Not in my book, and my book's
the only one that counts.

So scoot. Out.

Barton.

Margaret.

Hello.

Are you here to see me?

No, actually...

Margaret...

So what happens next'? We switch?

I see.

You must be...

This is Graham Pennington.
This is my husband, Barton Scully.

Your ex-husband.

I say it sometimes, too.

"My wife."

I'm keeping you all from
something very important, I'm sure.

So, I'll just...

I'll just...

His pants were hanging off him,
did you see?

Has he been sick?

- He's fine.
- Why has he stopped wearing hats?

He's prone to colds, you know.

Margaret.

I'm sorry.

So how long has it been?

Since we signed the papers.
Barton insisted we cut off contact.

I thought he was selfish,
protecting himself.

And then I realised it was his way
of letting me make a new life.

Which you seem to have done.

Have I?

Falling in love
with another man where sex is...

Graham and Barton
have very different issues.

Premature ejaculation
is not an indication

of a lack of attraction
to the opposite sex.

So you know.

I've known for some time.

Two men, Bill.
Two men with sexual dysfunctions.

I think it's gotta be me.

Margaret, I'm sure Graham
could reassure you

that he desires women.

Well, that would require him
knowing the truth.

Why my marriage ended.

Why I insist on face-to-face sex,

why I can't do anything
to him orally,

why I need him to see me, my body.

Margaret, I understand your need
to protect Barton's privacy,

but surely you can tell Graham
in confidence.

Have you told anyone?

I told him
some version of what I told Vivian.

That I had

other men.

That the divorce was my fault.

As a result, my own daughter
wants nothing to do with me.

But I tell myself, in time,
Vivian will forgive me.

That if she knows her father
sleeps with men,

Barton would lose her forever.

But it haunts me,

carrying around a secret

that doesn't belong to me,
and isn't mine to tell.

I can't see anything to worry about.

A little breakthrough bleeding
is entirely normal with the pill.

You're sure?

It's not the sign of a blood clot
or vascular problems?

That's an odd question.

It's just...

My neighbour had a stroke.
Or an aneurysm.

I'm not exactly sure
what the difference is.

And it's awful.

I guess I just got frightened.

Have I made you come in for nothing?

It's no problem, really.
Working here has been a refuge.

Well, most days.

And bringing new life
into the world,

nothing beats that.

Yes, of course.

Well, with all the trouble I had,
I know exactly what that's like.

That's why I was surprised

when you said you were on the pill.

All the single girls
are on the pill now.

Married ones, too,

many with boyfriends on the side.

In my job,
you see everything, of course.

I was having cramps,
and it helps keep my cycle regular.

I'm surprised that you couldn't talk
to Bill about all this.

I think it's nicer for a husband and wife

to maintain a little mystery
in that area.

Don't you agree?

For your mom,
if it's a business card like this,

it's okay to staple.

And voilà.

She's a rebel, your mom.

She's a guard at a labour camp.

She's doing the right thing,
making you come in here and work.

When I got suspended,
my mom didn't even care,

didn't even notice.

And, believe me,
no good came from that.

All right, for these,
all caps, last name, comma, first.

So.

Does she bring her boyfriends
around here, my mom?

What boyfriends?

Come on, you've met them.

Him. The latest one.

I'm not so sure he's a keeper.

Look at you.
Going on a fishing expedition.

What about you?

When do I get to meet
your boyfriend?

International Lubricants.

See, this is why I can't
bring Matt anywhere near this place.

Why can't these people just figure out
this sex stuff on their own?

Thanks to your mom,
they don't have to.

Which is a big plus, trust me.

In my day, people understood
plumbing in their bathrooms

better than their own
ducts and pipes.

What do you really need to know?
As long as you're being careful.

You know all about that?
You and Matt?

Better than my mom.

What Matt and I do won't leave you
with crying baby Lisa

that keeps you up all night long.

That's why I'm calling you,
Sergeant Ivey,

because there isn't anybody else.

I see. So once you reel them in,

you have no interest
in any follow-up whatsoever.

Despite sending boys
8,000 miles away into some jungle.

Yes.

Yes, I do see.
And thank you not at all.

So, we're ready in the testing room.

12 scents, 6 of which aren't even
commercially available yet.

You're not listening
to a word of this, are you?

I'm sorry.

I have a sick child.

So you need to go home?

No, I have a sick child in Vietnam.

He's serving in the Army.

He sent me a letter
and I'm worried that he has malaria.

Well, like you said,
he is in the middle of a jungle.

You were listening to my phone call?

Certain decibel levels do carry.

But you're right,
he likely does have malaria.

Or dengue.

I served in the Pacific.

- Came down with both myself.
- Really?

Could you tell me
what this sounds like?

Now I'm no doctor,

and these symptoms
seem fairly general,

but if this is malaria,
and it's bad enough,

they could toss him out.
Medical discharge.

Really?

- Is that really true?
- It is.

I'll tell you what.

Let me get on the horn,
talk to some people I know,

see if I can get more information for you.

And I can't promise you anything,
but it's worth a shot.

Please don't say that if you don't
actually mean it.

This is just you being charming

and you have no intention
of helping me here...

I wish there had been someone
to help my mother

when I was overseas.

That's all I'm offering, Virginia.

We need two questionnaires
in the conference room,

Mrs Scully and Mr Pennington need
a follow-up appointment,

and have we finalised
the tour dates?

That's a real bugaboo,
that book tour.

- Which days has Virginia agreed to?
- So far, zero.

Betty, it is your job to pin
Virginia down on these dates.

It's your job to get her to commit
to a schedule.

She is a grown woman...

- You know what J.P. Morgan said?
- I don't. We're not close.

A person has two reasons for doing
something, one that sounds good...

And the real reason.

You've been reading Dale Carnegie.

What? That's... Don't be ridiculous.

I know that book by heart.

Dale's a local boy, our paths
crossed back when...

That's a long story, but...

it has come in very handy many times
in dealing with you.

The point I was trying to make is...

ls if people have a real reason
for doing something,

they also have a real reason
for not doing something.

Yes.

So when it comes to Virginia,

let me give you some real reasons
for her not doing something.

She has an infant with a babysitter
who can't keep out of the liquor cabinet.

She's got a teenager suspended
for cutting class.

And she's got a son fighting
in a war 8,000 miles away.

Does that sound like someone
about to drop everything

and go on a book tour
of the Midwest?

Virginia's babysitter's drinking?

Know what else my friend Dale says?

"Three-fourths of the people
you will meet are hungering"

"and thirsting for sympathy."

"Give it to them,
and they will love you."

I'm here because I'm suspended.

Yes, your mother told me.

I only hope it's not for drinking.

Because if this is starting
to be a pattern with you,

having witnessed it first-hand...

It's not a pattern.

And what do you care, anyway?

I care because your
mother is overextended,

she can barely take care
of her many obligations,

without you adding
more pressure... Tessa.

Tessa, I'm talking to you.

I see Dale's book is really working
its magic on you.

By the way, we need to cancel
our subscription of Doll Parade.

It's the stimulation of last resort
for the fellas when they're,

you know, donating.

Go on. Rip off the wrapper
and see what the problem is.

Why is a girl in a bathing suit
wrapped in brown paper?

'Cause it's good for circulation.

But the magazine itself, it's a dog.

The guys need more skin,
so I'm cancelling it.

Hello?

I brought some dinner
for you and Joy.

- Unless the caretaker...
- I fired the caretaker.

Looks like you had good reason to.

Well, not really.

I was just watching her
get Joy dressed this morning,

and it occurred to me that
Joy's birthday is next week.

And so I thought what should I do?

Should I plan a party,
or buy her a present,

and suddenly,

all I wanted was that nurse gone.

I just wanted to be alone with her,
just the two of us.

I understand.

- That must be...
- it's a nightmare, is what it is.

And you want to know the real truth?

I don't see why I should
buy Joy anything

'cause she's already gone.

It's like she's dead.

It's like sitting here,
day and night,

with a corpse.

A Corpse?

What a terrible thing to say.

Joy is sitting right here.
You have no idea what she knows.

Or what she feels or cares or hears.

For you to just
write her off like that is criminal.

Joy is the woman that you married,
all these years ago,

and you must remember
and honour who she is.

Still.

Treat her with the same dignity
and respect that you always did.

We're gonna give her a bath.
Together.

Now.

Your elevator's out.

I was worried you
weren't eating enough.

Now I understand those
four flights of stairs

are what's keeping you so thin.

Beef bourguignon.

- May I come in?
- Of course.

Sorry. I'm not much
of a housekeeper.

As if that's news to me.

It's very pleasant.

"Pleasant." That word.

Whenever we'd go to a restaurant
and you didn't like your meal,

you'd always smile and say,
"it's very pleasant."

Well, this time,
I mean it's pleasant.

Knowing you, I was worried you'd
take the first place you saw.

This was the first place.

Why don't I put that in the fridge?

Why don't I put it in the fridge
and you make us a drink?

Your gentleman friend
seems very nice.

Quite a firm handshake.

I'm sorry about how that happened.

I'll be honest,
I'm not sure what to think.

Given you and this man have cause
to see Bill and Virginia already,

has it occurred to you that
you might not be ideally suited?

And how long should Graham and I wait to
address our sexual issues, Barton'?

- Thirty years?
- No. Of course not.

I just want you
to be happy, Margaret.

Well, I actually think
I've found a way.

And it starts with telling
the truth. About everything.

- Who's "J"?
- "J"??

All those dishes in the fridge
with instructions taped to them.

"Reheat in 350-degree oven
for 15 minutes. Love, J."

Who's J?

Is it a man?

"J" is Judith.

She lives in the building.
She leaves me dinner sometimes.

And notes. With hearts.

- It doesn't mean anything, Margaret.
- Not to you, perhaps.

But what do you mean to her?

We're friends.
We enjoy each other's company.

I took her to dinner on New Years.
We play cribbage.

Does she know? About you?

You mean, what kind of man I am?

That I'm the kind who can't cook,
who can't keep house,

who, after a failed marriage
of 30 years, is grateful for

the friendship of a nice middle-aged
woman who occasionally stops by

with a meatloaf
and stays to watch Perry Mason?

And after Perry Mason?

Not that it's any of your business,
Margaret,

but we're not having
a sexual relationship.

Well neither were you and I!

Now, I understand why you can't be
honest with your daughter,

and I pay the price every time I call
Vivian and she hangs up on me.

But this new woman, this new woman,
she deserves to know the truth,

she deserves to know what kind of
future she can expect.

- You're out of line, Margaret.
- Why?

Why are you the only one
that gets a choice in this?

What are you talking about?
You've moved on with...

- Whatshisname...
- Then let me tell him the truth.

Let me tell him why
our marriage ended.

How I choose to conduct my private
life is my business and mine only.

Barton,

what have you and I learned
through all our pain,

if you're lying to a woman
who cares about you,

and I can't tell Graham

why sex is the only way
I know that he loves me?

Tell Judith.

And let me tell Graham.

You're asking too much, Margaret.

I'm sorry.

For the love of God...

- Nice to see you again, Leslie.
- Really?

'Cause I'm not sure
it's so nice at all.

I do think we can agree that
a little controversy

can be a good thing, can't it?

Drive sales?

Certainly didn't hurt Women In Love
or Lolita, did it'?

If you're comparing those books
to your book, your book isn't dirty.

Believe me.

I read your book
before I agreed to stock it.

You are absolutely correct.
But what if people thought it were?

What I'm proposing is that you take
every last copy you have left,

wrap them up in plain brown paper,

and create a display
for the front window.

- And?
- And watch.

With no sign, no explanation,

curiosity will get the better
of people.

You tell someone
he can't have something,

suddenly it's all he wants.

Next thing, people are in the store,

asking a question,
making a purchase.

With all due respect,
you're a scientist, not a salesman.

Test me and see. Try it.

And if it doesn't lead to
increased sales,

I'll buy every last copy.

"Wouldn't you like a magic phrase
to stop arguments, end ill feelings,"

"create goodwill, and make
the other person feel better?"

"Yes?"

"All right, here it is, say,"

"'I don't blame you one iota
for feeling as you do."

"'l understand how you feel.“."

I've been meaning
to come over, Paul.

I wanted you to know that

I looked into it,
and in neurology, Dolan is the best.

There's no one better.

I understand how you feel.

You can't begin to know how I feel.

My life is over.

It's just fucking over.

There's nothing left.

I have nothing left.

You're home early.

Yes, I...

I'll have dinner shortly.

I was thinking today,

about when you were first named
Head of the Department at Maternity.

You thought the position had gone
to Carlisle,

and then they handed you the job.

Yes. That was

a long time ago.

You wanted to celebrate.

We wanted the two of us
to celebrate together.

Because you said that I had been...

I remember you used
the word "instrumental",

in helping you win the job.

You were instrumental.

Do you remember what you did?

I took us out to dinner.

I think I bought

the most expensive bottle
of champagne on the list.

It's the Army.

They like to keep you waiting,
remind you who's in charge.

I had no idea
we'd be waiting for two hours.

I'm sorry,
I know I dragged you here.

You didn't. I volunteered.

And my assistants
can hold down the fort.

You mean Snap, Crackle, and Pop?

God, you are so like her.

A girl I used to know.

Here it comes again.

The old Dan Logan charm.

Again.

My apologies.

And that wasn't a line, by the way.
It's true.

She had dark hair, like you.

And a brother who hadn't
made it home from France.

I met her at a USO dance.

You were probably
still in grade school.

I used to go to USO dances.

- So you are old enough to remember.
- Barely.

I was 18. When it ended.

She was the only girl in the room
I wanted to dance with,

but I hadn't been to Arthur Murray
at that point,

and the dance floor was crowded.

Nearly broke the poor thing's ankle.

But she just laughed.

Put her arms around my neck and made
me carry her off the dance floor.

She said later, she liked being
the centre of attention.

Didn't care
what anyone else thought.

There's something

very intoxicating
about a woman like that.

What happened to her?

I still had six months
before I shipped out.

We didn't let the time go to waste.

And after the war?

After the war,
it was back to real life.

Back to the girlfriend at home?

Back to my wife.

But that girl?

Did you love her?

Very much.

Then how does a man just walk away,
back to his fiancée?

Wife.

Maybe you were afraid.

Afraid that if you ran off
with that dazzling girl,

that you would never really measure up.

If that's how
you want your story to end.

But I never gave her
the chance to see

that the Dan Logan charm wears thin.

Or so I'm told.

- And your wife?
- Is still my wife.

And still none the wiser?

No.

Much wiser.

He's ready for you.

I had the worst day imaginable.
I didn't know who else to call.

I'm glad you called.

Matt?

Okay.

- So what happened today?
- It was awful.

- Did you get suspended again?
- I found out something

really bad about my mother.

Did you find one of those dildos
in her bedroom?

Did you walk in on her
with some guy?

Please tell me you read some
weird fantasy in her diary.

You know what, Matt,

I'm really not in
the mood to talk about it after all.

Jeez, Tessa.

You want to talk,
you don't want to talk,

I mean, I'm trying here,

but make up your mind.

My mind's already made up.

So why don't you undo your belt,
and I'll put my mouth on you.

- Yeah?
- Why not.

You obviously misunderstood me.

We had an agreement and that was...

I understood the agreement.

And I did it.

And then it worked.
Just as you said.

You've sold out?

Every last copy.

I'm sorry. I just can't...
I can't go home yet.

I don't want my daughter
to see me like this.

At least he doesn't have malaria.

And alcohol poisoning is better?

Sweating, nausea...

Why not just call it
"drank himself stupid"?

Kids are stupid at that age.

- And he's on his own for the first time.
- Exactly.

A boy who can't even hold his liquor

has now volunteered
for a combat unit?

And they let him?

Why didn't they call me and tell me?

He's 18.

Henry promised me he would not
take a combat position.

We had a deal, that he would
scrub latrines, do laundry.

Just 'cause he's in a combat unit
doesn't mean he's not gonna be okay.

You don't know him.

Henry cried
when Bambi's mother died.

He used to hide under the covers
during thunderstorms.

But he's a soldier now.

And you know what a soldier does?

He gets through the day.

That's it.

He wakes up, makes his bed.
Eats his breakfast. Does his work.

He doesn't wonder
what's gonna happen tomorrow.

He doesn't look around the bend to
see what's coming next week.

He lives one moment to the next,
and at the end of the day,

he goes to bed,
and when he wakes up in the morning,

he does it all over again.

Because anything else
is either speculation

or suffering a future pain
that will likely never happen.

One second after another.
That's how I got through the war.

That's how your son
is getting through the war.

And that's how
you'll get through this war.

Because it's the only way.

...alone in this house
if you weren't married.

Well, it's a family home...

The dishes are in the rack.

That lovely beef stew
saved for leftovers.

Who did you say made that for you?

One of the girls at the office.

Why don't I walk you up
to your apartment.

Or...

I left some extra food
out for the cat.

I don't think she'd miss me
too much if I stayed the night.

I'm sorry. I've shocked you.

No, no, not at all.

I don't know how to say this.

But I think I owe it to you
to be honest.

You're still in love
with your ex-wife.

No, that's not...

No...

There were some difficulties
in our marriage.

Problems that still exist. With me.

I'm...

I'm on medication
for high blood pressure.

It comes with certain side effects.

I see.

I haven't wanted to tell you because

I've been enjoying your company
so much,

and nowadays women seem to think
that sex is so important.

Not all women.

Do I have the wrong night?

It's...

Thursday.

I'm sorry, Jo.
I thought it was Friday.

Is that nightie new?

It looks pretty on you.

- Doesn't it, Graham?
- Come here.

Sleep well, Magpie.

You too. Both of you.

Lights on or off?

Off, please.

Hello?

Hello?

Bill.

I'm sorry,
tonight's not really a good night.

- Tessa's here.
- I know.

I just wanted...
Wanted to talk to you.

- About?
- Some good news.

Little Brown have agreed
to a second run of our book.

That's fantastic.

Does that mean that
we're moving ahead with the tour?

Actually, the more I thought about
the tour,

the more I realised it may not be

the best time for you
to be on the road.

Well, it's not ideal...

So instead, we're trying
a new marketing strategy.

Wrapping the books in brown paper.

It's a way of eliciting curiosity
from the public.

Selling the book as something
mysterious, illicit even.

Really?

But why I'm really here, though,

is to talk to you about Henry.

Have you heard anything more?

Maybe we could call someone
to get a definitive answer.

Actually, I've already
taken care of it.

It's not what I thought it was.

So he's not sick.

Well, that's good news.

Also, I've...

I realised that...

This gift, the coat I mean,

was a surprise to you.

And an odd gesture,

for me anyway.

A fur being the kind of thing a man

buys for his wife.

To be honest,

I was reading this silly book,

a huge bestseller, of course,

an "advice book" that goes about
as deep as a thimble,

you can't believe the things
on the bookshelves these...

All that aside,

I meant what I said.

None of our success
would've happened without you.

So why shouldn't you wear something

that makes you feel good?

It's gorgeous, Bill.

And so generous, but...

Tonight we have several things
to celebrate.

The second run of our book,
Henry now malaria-free...

So I was wondering...

Have you eaten?

No.

Can I take you to dinner?

All right.

Good.

And there's kind of
a chill in the air.

If only you had a coat.