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Previously on Masters Of Sex...

It's my first day back
at my old job.

Whole space up here

belongs
to Masters and Johnson now.

I'm the new girl.

Betty can also
help with the books.

I'm not sure

I can scrape together
this month's rent.

You will scrape, Flo.

Well, I was wondering
if I could fill

one of those on-call positions

in return
for your waiving the charge

for Mrs. Holden's and my room.

What do you want with Coral?

Just because you're
Coral's boyfriend doesn't--

I'm her brother.

I want us to get back together.

I've moved on, Austin.

Barbara, I thought
that you and Dr. Greathouse,

there was a sexual--

We did everything.

Just... not the normal way.

In terms of your
participating in the study--

Don't feel bad
about rejecting me.

You're not gonna take
my mother's money.

I had to help you, son.

I couldn't not. Not again.

Did you know that we
haven't had sex in over a year?

I think Bill
is under a lot of pressure.

Nothing is happening.

How long do you want me to try?

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Rita Hayworth, Ruth Taylor,

Lana Turner, Marilyn Monroe--

they're all doing it.

Rhinoplasty,
chin implants, face lifts.

Lift as in a literal...?

No.
It's a basic elevation

and re-draping of the skin.

Remember in med school,
they used to say plastic surgery

was for cleft palates
and burn victims.

People are finally realizing

just because
you're born with one face

doesn't mean
you're stuck with it.

Obstetrician, plastic surgeon.

Two of Rochester Medical
School's alumni made good.

You were supposed to be
an English professor.

For 15 minutes, maybe.

Do you still read
the way you used to?

Melville in a day,
Tolstoy in a week?

I don't have the time anymore.

Well, you didn't have
the time in school, either,

but you still managed it.

Suffering has been greater
than all other teaching.

I have been bent and broken,
but I hope into a better shape.

- Charles Dickens.
- I know who it is.

You wrote that to me.

That was the last letter
I ever got from you.

Whenever you boys are ready.

What are you doing?

You came all the way
from Kansas City.

Absolutely not.

No, this is my treat, Frank.

End of discussion.

Professor Tolan used to say

you were
the biggest pain in the ass

to ever grace his lecture hall.

I see some things don't change.

It was great
seeing you. Really.

You don't think
I drove 6½ hours

to discuss Marilyn Monroe's
nose job, do you?

I don't know if you heard,

but after all my years
of bachelorhood debauchery,

I finally settled down.

I did.

Through the grapevine.

The grapevine.

Congratulations.

As soon as we got hitched,

first thing,
I cleared out my office,

set it up as a nursery.

Pauline and I,
we've been trying,

but a year on,
I'm starting to worry.

I'm hoping you can help us.

I...

I do know a few fertility
specialists in Kansas City,

but I could easily
have made a recommendation

over the phone.

Why would I see
a stranger in Kansas City

when I'm sitting here,

talking to the leading
fertility expert in the Midwest?

So, we have rejected
126 subjects from the study

due to dysfunction.

That's nearly a third
of all applicants.

In the future,
we'll make a special note

of subjects
presenting dysfunction.

We can build a patient base
from there.

Or from here.

M-25-106-NV.

Son of a bitch.
Wake up.

Impotence.

F-34-21-NV. Dyspareunia.

Is it supposed
to feel like knives?

M-28-364-NV.

Ejaculatory incompetence.

Don't hold back on my account.

NV?

Non-Viable.

You kept them all.

Why?

Well, if they're
brave enough to come in,

we should at least keep a record
of that bravery,

don't you think?

You're a magician
with those fingers.

Well, what brings you in
today, Miss Packer?

My arches are
as flat as old soda pop.

At work, I'm hobbling up
the stairs like a polio baby.

Girl in the building,
Virginia Johnson,

she saw me, said,

"Flo, you need Dr. Langham
and you need him now."

Oh, you're a Virginia referral.

Yeah, I work
right next door to her.

At Cal-o-Metric?

No kidding?
You know, my wife--

uh, my ex-wife
used to work there, too.

Oh, I know.
I was her boss.

Oh, the stories I used to hear
about Elise Langham's husband.

You've been a very naughty
orthopedist, Dr. Langham.

Well, with what
I'm seeing here, Miss Packer,

I think you may be
a prime candidate for surgery.

Oh, I can't wait for surgery.

This week's
our yearly sales conference.

I don't want to be
dragging around

like Quasimodo
in the bell tower.

I could offer you
a cortisone shot.

In the long run, I recommend
you consider losing weight.

You're putting tremendous
pressure on your feet.

Some men
like a lady with curves.

You?

In spite of what
you may have heard, Miss Packer,

my relationship with my patients
is strictly professional.

Sure.

But somehow,
I can't help but to think

that if I lost 50 pounds
and dropped 10 years,

you might be whistling
a different tune.

Look, I made some very
foolish decisions in the past--

decisions that have made
my life here at the hospital

a living hell.

Passed up for promotion
the last two years,

and, uh, my colleagues
actually call me Don,

as in Don Juan.

Frankly, I would give anything
to walk through that door

and never come back here again,
start over somewhere else,

somewhere new.

But seeing as
that's not going to happen,

the best thing for me to do
is to... stay out of trouble.

So, uh, if you don't mind,

I will ask the nurse to prepare
your cortisone shot for you.

Nurse.

While I have your attention...

I thought you might be
interested to know

that we're being audited.

The IRS wants 4,000 bucks
in taxes, with interest.

You said
we were exempt from taxes.

No, I said companies
that apply for and receive

501C Not-For-Profit
Organization status

under the internal revenue code
were exempt from taxes.

You haven't applied?

No, because in order to apply,

you need to have
a board of trustees,

like I told you two months ago.

I'm working on that.

Libby and I are having dinner
tonight with Sam Duncan.

I'm assuming
that if I can convince

the Chief of Police
to join our board,

others will follow.

You're going to convince him?

Why not?

- Virginia?
- Yes?

You got any plans tonight?

Not at the moment.

Well, you do now.

Subjects are unmarried
and randomly assigned.

Darkening of the areolae.

I was thinking,
what if every dysfunction

had a male version
and a female version?

Meaning?

Meaning, look at
normal sexual functioning.

There's a kind of symmetry
to it.

Swelling of the testes in men,
swelling of the vulva in women,

so what if the opposite
were true, too?

Vaginismus could be the female
equivalent of impotence.

Well, impotence has

a significantly higher rate
of occurrence than vaginismus.

Kinsey puts it
upward of 27% of men

that have trouble
achieving erection.

Granted, that's anecdotal,

but Wilhelm Stekel
makes the number closer to 50.

You've looked into
this already?

Uh, preliminary research only.

Um... I was wondering

if I could take
an extra couple hours

for my lunch break tomorrow.

It's just, um, it's...

My dad's funeral, is all.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Lester.

Uh, yes, of cour--
Take all the time you need.

Actually, if I could
leave a little early today,

I'm trying to write my eulogy.

I was up all night
working on it,

but I just
can't seem to crack it.

Why don't you
try it out on us first?

Really?

I guess I could use
some feedback at this point.

Um...

"My dad had a long, happy life.

He was a lawyer.
He loved his family."

That's all I have so far.

It's a fantastic start.

And maybe the rest of it
will come a bit more naturally

if you were to try,
I don't know,

maybe something visual.

My cousin, for example, she had
a slide show at her wedding.

To be honest, it was not--
it was not very good,

but yours, I think,
would be terrific.

Climax.

Nervous?

Thirsty.

$5 for prime rib?
That is highway robbery.

If it goes well tonight,
it'll be worth the price.

I still don't understand
why you need a board.

When you go
to the grocery store,

why do you buy...
Campbell's Soup?

Why not some other variety?

Well, I know Campbell's is good.

You trust the name, the label.

That's precisely what
a board is.

It's packaging.

And the right packaging

is what will allow us
to get our tax-exempt status

so we can get through this audit
in one piece.

You've been audited?

Here they are now.

Caroline
is just at her wit's end

with the Veiled Prophet Ball.

The thing is, our study,

it isn't really
about sex at all.

Do you know what
the number-one cause of divorce

in the state of Missouri is?

Sexual dissatisfaction.

And the children of divorce,
as I'm sure you do know,

they're 10 times more likely
to pursue a life of crime.

An alarming statistic
with a clear correlation.

If we can save even one child

from the scourge of divorce--

Then we feel
we've done our small part

in the fight against crime.

So, all of these volunteers,

they're all married couples?

Of course.

I don't know.

Me being on the board
of something like this.

I'm gonna
have to think about it.

You know what I think?

I think we should share a table

at the Veiled Prophet Ball
this Friday.

Mrs. Duncan's
been bending your ear

about her chairing
the leadership committee?

Well, truly,
with the economy the way it is,

if we don't receive
more donations by Friday,

we'll have to make
some devastating decisions.

Well, if you are looking
for more volunteers,

I would be more than happy
to lend a hand.

Look at you.
One good idea after another.

I wouldn't want
to impose, but--

It is a great cause, Lib.

Of course it is.

Well, Virginia,
you must come, too.

I've always wondered
about the Veiled Prophet

with his strange mask
and costumes.

Well, you'll come
with me and Bill.

We'll go as a triumvirate.

Fabulous!

I, uh,
tried to find a--

an opening in the calendar,
but unfortunately,

all the, uh, regular
appointment times were taken.

We don't mind
getting up with the birds.

Yeah.

My staff usually opens
the office, turns on the lights.

Ah.

Uh, just...

It is such a pleasure
to finally meet you,

although I feel like
I've known you forever, really.

Francis has told me all about

the trouble
you two used to get up to.

Well, Bill was always
better behaved than I was.

Everyone was
better behaved than you.

Folks that knew him back then,
they always ask me,

"How did you ever get this bum
to stop running around

and put a ring on your finger?"

It is an impressive feat.

Once you finish

filling out
the, uh, intake forms,

I'll be taking samples of blood,
urine, and semen for testing.

Are there any questions?

Pauline and I
have been wondering

if there's any way to know
if the issues we've been having

have anything to do
with my disease.

My alcoholism.

Your...

I assumed you knew.

The grapevine and all.

Francis hasn't had
a drop in almost a year.

I don't believe past drinking

should have
any impact whatsoever

on your chances of conception.

Well, I can't tell you
what a relief that is, Bill.

_

Sorry.
I got stuck with a patient.

I didn't think
we had any appointments

until 10:00 today.

Where should we begin?

Um, well,
male impotence, vaginismus,

female dyspareunia,
male dyspareunia.

Well, we're
in the volume business.

I suppose
it makes the most sense

to start where we can make
the most difference.

Male impotence it is.

We can start with the
sexual history questionnaires.

Look for any patterns.

Similar backgrounds,
psychological abnormalities.

I think we should
stay focused on the data

about the empirical work
we've gathered.

Sexual histories are just
a collection of anecdotes.

Yes, but the data by itself

only tells part of the story.

We're not telling stories.

We have to devise practical
methods for treating these men.

Start by compiling
a list of techniques

that have already proven
a degree of effectiveness.

Betty might be a place to start.

If you're a taxi driver,
you got lousy tips.

If you're a mailman,
you got barking dogs,

and if you're a hooker,
you got this.

Were there any methods in
particular that you found useful?

Hands, mouth, you know.

Whatever worked.

In other words,

an aggressive approach
seemed most effective?

And then it wouldn't be.

Sometimes I'd give the guy

a special tonic
straight from India.

I'd warn him about it first,
though.

I'd say,
"Sure you want to take this?

If you take too much of it,

your erection
might last forever."

And the ingredients were?

Rum and cayenne pepper.

If you could get this guy
to believe it,

you could get that guy
to believe it, too.

Placebo effect.

We called it punch for suckers.

And if that didn't work,

we had a couple penis pumps
lying around,

but, ugh,
those were a real pain.

They'd make your arm sore
for a couple days.

Clearly, this is not
just a physical problem.

Once, I was in the backseat
with Gordon Garrett,

my high-school beau.

He never had any problems
whatsoever with performance,

but this one night, he found
his mother's handkerchief

tucked in between the cushions
and smelling like her perfume,

and that was the end of that.

Exactly.

Most of the time,
it's a mental block.

You know, guy feels lousy
about himself,

guy feels guilty
about his wife or his mother

or he's got a thing
for farm animals or whatever,

but you're still stuck
with the same problem--

how to get it up so he can
finish off, pay up, and get out.

Hey, while we're on the subject
of happy customers,

what's this file you left here?

Uh, it's the Masons.

New fertility patients.
I saw them this morning.

Early this morning.

Mr. Mason was only available
before 7:00.

Oh, I didn't see them
in the--

I'm gonna need you

to have the lab
rush their test results.

You have any idea
how much that costs?

I don't care how much it costs.

Just get it done, please.

Are you in a rut?

Do you eat to excess?

Does your husband keep his eyes
glued to the television

when you step into the room?

You get the idea.

Our new radio spot.

I can't believe

Kent Underleigh
is your spokesman.

I used to listen to him
on that old radio soap,

"Hospital Of Love,"
in junior high.

Unfortunately, talent
like that doesn't come cheap.

Mr. Underleigh requires
four-star accommodations,

although I did get
a fabulous deal

on a hotel room
outside the city.

I'm flying him in
to give the keynote address

at our sales conference.

Ah.

Well, um, as I was saying,

for just a small donation
to the Veiled Prophet Ball,

Cal-o-Metric will be featured
in the program

alongside other businesses
like--

Look, I'd love
to help you out, Lib.

Can I call you Lib?

But with this sales conference,

I'm leaking cash
like an old bladder.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You got to spend a mint
to make a mint.

And I'm sick of being a big fish
in a rain puddle.

By 1965, I want Cal-o-Metric

to be the number-one
diet product in America.

Well, in that case,

you need to get the message
out there.

An advertisement
in this year's program

will be seen
by hundreds of women--

women, I might add,

with significant
disposable income.

Rich women.

Unhappy women.

Just imagine the exposure.

See?

Leaking again.

Mind if I join you?

How did you find me?

You wrote your work address

on your study application.

And they said upstairs
that I'd find you here.

Barbara, I feel terrible
about how we left things.

Please, don't.

Don't feel bad for me.

In fact, I thought
maybe you could help us.

I'm setting up for the 4:00.

I hope I didn't miss too much.

We decided to begin
our work on dysfunction

with male impotence.

How was it this morning?

I ended up
putting together a slide show

like Virginia suggested.

I spent hours
digging through old photos--

shoeboxes full of them.

178 photos.
Guess how many I was in. 2.

So, you've always been
the one behind the camera.

Just like
everything else in my life.

The action seems to be happening
to somebody else.

I'm just like those guys.

Those guys?

In the,
you know... dysfunctional way.

I, uh... I have--

Vaginismus is the medical term

when the vagina
becomes impenetrable.

Vaginismus, then.
That's...

That's why Gil left me
after two years.

After window shopping for rings.

That surprises me a bit.

Most men appreciate a woman

open to trying
different forms of sex.

Well, not Gil.

His dad was a minister

at one of those Hellfire
and Brimstone churches.

So, having sex the normal way
was hard enough for Gil,

let alone putting his...

somewhere other than the one
place that I can't put anything.

Freud, he did posit

things that we learn as children
never fully go away.

Even things
that we know aren't true,

there's a part of us
that still believes them.

Hmm.

Like my neighbor.

Sid Pomerantz.

He was this big-shot producer
Jane met

a few months
after we'd been in Hollywood.

He goes completely crazy
for her,

sending her Tiffany bracelets,
taking her to fancy parties,

casting her.

I'm either at home unemployed

or babysitting some director's
incontinent bulldog.

All of a sudden, Jane's
getting home to our apartment

later and later at night,
out painting the town with...

Mary Dougherty.

She was a sweet girl.
She lived up the block from us.

Mary got pregnant at 14.

She kept it to herself,

then she went into labor
a month early

and bled to death
in her bedroom.

Oh, how awful.

My mother used to say,

"If you're a wicked girl,
God will punish you.

But if you're a good girl,
Barbara,

and you wait until marriage,
then God will protect you."

And then one day,
out of the blue,

I woke up with a figure, and...

boys started to give me
the time of day.

I liked it.

All that attention.

But then any time
I would be with a boy,

Mary Dougherty would pop into
my head and it'd be like...

Like someone flipped a switch.

I just couldn't do anything
in the bedroom with Jane.

Since then, I tried once
with another girl.

Twice, sort of, but still.

I'm sorry.

This is an inappropriate topic
to be bringing up at work.

Not at-- not at all, Lester.

We, uh, we talk about

these... sorts of things
every day.

It's why we ask
about this on our questionnaire,

about someone's first
sexual experience.

My brother Paul
had a friend who liked me.

He wanted to sleep with me,
but I...

I didn't want to get pregnant,
so I used my mouth instead.

That's my first.

It was a while after that

until I realized that my opening
had shut completely.

All that thinking about
Mary Dougherty, I guess.

What was his name?

Your first.

Paul's friend.

I can't remember.

Is that bad?

No.

No, it-- it's just most people

can't forget the name
of their first partner.

Even if they want to.

Hello.
Looking for fashion periodicals?

Yes. Yes, I am.

For heaven's sake!

Oh, honey.
You haven't eaten anything.

You can't let him do that.

I didn't notice.

There's an article
in the afternoon edition

about that man you saw.

What does it say?

Police found
an ounce of marijuana

in the victim's jacket.

They think it's some kind
of drug deal gone awry.

So I wouldn't feel too sorry
for him if I were you.

They don't know who did it?

Still looking for a suspect.

Never should have moved
to that awful neighborhood.

Every area has its problems.

I don't remember
men fighting for drugs

outside of
Washington University.

Well, that's why
putting together a board

is so important.

A reputable board

is an essential partner
in the raising of funds.

With more cash on hand,

we can move the office
to a more desirable location.

Oh, speaking of cash,

I spoke to Glen Ellis
this morning.

He said you managed
to convince him

to write a $50 check
for the Veiled Prophet.

Told me
you're a natural salesman.

Is that...

Is that something burning?

The casserole.

I feel like a teenager
smoking in the girls' room.

Mm-hmm.

What did you say
his name was again?

Francis H. Mason Jr.

He ever mention
a Francis before?

Rochester School of Medicine.

Okay, so I snooped
through his file.

Graduated 1947.

Bill was class of '43.

They must've been pals.

Who even knew
the doc had friends?

He has
never mentioned any to me.

Although, he has been acting
strangely the past few days.

And the man does like
to keep his secrets.

Motility grade is--
is, uh, excellent.

Uh...

Morphology...

well above average.

For Christ's sake,
just tell me.

Sperm count is low.
Two million per milliliter.

Normal is...?

10 times that.

It's a random genetic anomaly.

Incredibly common.

In fact, I, uh...

Well, I-I see men
with this condition every day.

I can assure you

you and your wife
will be able to conceive.

In a lab.

Oh, I'd have thought,
being a plastic surgeon,

you'd appreciate more than most

that nature doesn't always
have to have the last word.

In terms of treatment,
I spoke to Howard Graham

at Kansas City Methodist
this morning.

He feels quite confident
in taking it from here.

Well, it hardly makes sense

for you, uh,
to upend both your lives

for months on end

just to be treated
here in St. Louis.

Why not?
I'm due for a sabbatical anyway.

We could find an apartment
in the area.

Howard Graham is

one of the leading lights
in the country in fertility.

You'll be in very capable hands,
I can assure you.

He's not our doctor, Bill.

You are.

You can take
your results to Dr. Graham

when you see him
tomorrow morning.

I've scheduled an appointment
for you and your wife for 9:00.

I assumed you'd be eager
to get started.

Um, I'll keep up with your case,

make sure
everything runs smoothly.

You and I, uh...

Well, we'll be in touch.

Like last time?

Good luck, Frank.

It's open!

I wasn't paying attention,

and I-- and I--
I put too soap in,

because the whole thing just exploded.

Well, I can take a look
at it, if you want.

I'm sorry.

I thought--
I thought you were from Sears.

You want me to...?

No. No, thank you.

Well, I'm here

because I saw you yesterday
drive by our building.

Yes, my, um--
my husband works there now.

And, uh, I was only there,
um, raising money for charity.

Actually,
for the Veiled Prophet Ball.

It's, um-- it's an annual--

Yeah,
I-I know what it is.

It's, uh, one of
the oldest traditions

in St. Louis, actually.

I never understood it myself.

All those privileged folks
paying a fortune

to see a man dressed up in robes
and a white hood.

I mean, you can drive
a couple hours south of here

and see that for free.

I'm very busy, as you can see,

so if there's something
that I can do for you...

You saw
what they did to Leonard.

Leonard Gilroy.

He's the treasurer

of the St. Louis office
of CORE.

Congress Of Racial Equality?

He's the one you saw
laying on the sidewalk.

I did see that.

Yes.

It was very upsetting.

Broke his nose, his arm,

cracked a couple of ribs,

and left him outside
the CORE office

for everyone to see
what they had done.

Well, the--
the newspaper said that--

Leonard Gilroy
is a history teacher,

not a drug hustler.

And how can they say
there was a fight

when there were people there
the whole time

and no one saw
nothing like that?

I was surprised
to read that, too.

I-- I had just come
out of the building,

and, um, hadn't noticed
any sort of altercation.

Look, we got
a couple of witnesses

who, uh, saw a truck drive by

and saw Leonard get dumped
out the back,

and one of them saw

the first three numbers
of the license plate.

And, so, I was wondering if--
if maybe you saw anything.

If there are other witnesses,

why are you talking to me?

Because most of them
are colored folks.

The few white witnesses
won't talk,

and the police aren't about
to start an investigation

based on the testimony
of a bunch of negroes.

So if you did see something...

I didn't.

Sorry.

Francis Holden,
radiologist from Kansas City.

That patient you brought in
this morning, Francis Mason?

Plastic surgeon
from Kansas City?

You two went to medical school
together, right?

We went
to the same school, yes.

And were you close?

We had
a complicated relationship.

In what way?

Things didn't end well
between us.

Or I-I-I don't know.

We drifted apart.

Sent letters for a while,

every year, then every two.

Then not at all.

Well, he must have made

some kind of impression on you,

considering you named yourself
after him.

It's a coincidence.

The universe
is full of coincidences.

Thomas Jefferson and John Adams
died within hours of each other

exactly 50 years to the day

from the signing of
the Declaration of Independence.

Right.

Are you going to join me?

I should have stopped

after I had my third drink
downstairs.

I may have overdone it.

I'm not sure I'd be of...
uh, much use.

Well, we could try.

A man can tell.

You order something
from downstairs?

I'm sorry
to disturb you, Dr. Holden,

but you're on call tonight.

Something the matter?

You could say that.

He's been dead for hours.

You need a coroner,
not an obstetrician.

He ate himself to death?

Either the lining
of his stomach burst,

or he suffered cardiac arrest.

Hard to say, based on his,
uh... presentation.

Well, maybe he's better off.

Whatever demons
this man was battling with,

clearly, they were considerable.

They can't harm him anymore,
can they?

I know, I know.

I just--
I needed to talk to you.

And then I saw your address
in the phone book.

I realized
you were just a short drive.

There are boundaries.

You cannot just show up at my
home in the middle of the night.

You came looking for me!

You came to my building.
You started talking to me.

And after all of that

and letting me
pour my heart out to you,

now you want to talk to me
about boundaries?

Barbara, my children
are sleeping upstairs.

I'm sorry.

I just-- I can't stop...

thinking about what you said.

I went home,

and I took out
all the old photo albums

back from when I was a kid.

And I thought if I could just
find a picture of that boy,

if I could just put a--
a face with the name,

that I would be sure
to remember it straightaway.

And I did.

I remembered his name.

Paul.

But wasn't your brother...

We had this creek
that ran behind our house,

and Paul and I spent...

practically
every afternoon there.

We'd catch frogs
and have them race.

Silly things like that.

And then we got older.

And we made up new games.

Like...

you have to close your eyes

and then just hug each other
as tightly as you can

or kiss for 20 seconds
with your mouth open.

And then one day,
Paul asked me if he could put...

Just to try it.

And Paul said
that if we were careful,

we wouldn't make a baby.

And so we continued.

And then one day,
we were late for supper,

and my mom came to find us.

And when she saw us there,
she just...

didn't say anything
for the longest time.

She just stood there,
and she stared at us

with this--

this look on her face.

Not angry, just...

sickened.

And then she turned around
and she walked home.

That was it.

She didn't say anything.

She never brought it up,
but she didn't have to.

Because God saw what we did.

God knew what we had done,

and that is why
he did this to me.

He closed me up
because of what we did--

because we sickened him.

Having a patient
in your home...

I didn't know what else to do.

Once that kind of professional
boundary has been crossed,

you can't simply
snap your fingers and undo it.

I-I see no other option here
besides a clean break.

No. No.
I provoked those memories.

I can't just end it like that.
That would be cruel.

She needs help, Bill.
She's not eating or sleeping.

She has nowhere else to go.

All right,

we bring her in as a patient--
our patient.

No more individual meetings.

We see her together,

in the office,
in a controlled environment.

In terms of treatment,

obviously, there is
significant psychological trauma

underlying
the physical symptoms.

Neither of us is equipped

to be delving
into this woman's psychology.

I know that.

I would like
to become equipped.

You know that I've wanted
to go back to school.

What?
As a practicing psychologist?

Virginia, first of all,

you'd have to complete
an undergraduate degree.

That's four years of coursework.

There is
an accelerated program.

I've looked into it.

And at least three more
years of graduate studies,

not to mention hundreds of hours
of clinical practice

before you can even begin
the accreditation process.

It's important to me,
Bill, going back to school.

You know that it is.

And I fully support it.

I'm just wondering,

how does years of study
help Barbara in the short term?

All right, then.

In the meantime...

who is the best psychologist
in St. Louis?

Lloyd Madden, maybe?

He chairs the program at
the University of Missouri.

Well, then, let's call him

and give him the basics
of Barbara's case,

see what advice he has to offer.

No reputable physician
would consent

to giving a medical opinion
on a patient they haven't met.

And with us as intermediaries,
passing on secondhand advice...?

What do you suggest, then?

Stick to what we know.

The focus of this study
has always been

the physiology
of the human body.

I see no reason
to change course now,

just because
we're attempting to cure

as opposed to simply observe.

Okay, salesladies,
let's take our seats.

The presentation
is about to begin.

I didn't sleep a wink
last night.

Nervous about your big day?

My spokesman croaked.

Had to drive out to some hotel
in Alton, identify the body.

Heart attack?

Cheesecake.

Turnout there was a reason
he never made it past radio.

It's a blessing in disguise.

What kind of diet company
has a 300-pound spokesman?

Plus, it pushed me
to do something

I've been thinking about
for days.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Ladies?
Ladies, please be quiet.

Ladies.

It is with a heavy heart
that I announce to you today

that Kent Underleigh,
our beloved spokesman,

has passed beyond
this earthly veil.

Now, ladies,
even in this dark moment,

we must remember--

every end is a new beginning.

That's why I'm delighted

to introduce our new spokesman
for Cal-o-Metric.

With no further ado,

let's give
a big Cal-o-Metric welcome

to the new face
of women's nutrition--

Dr. Austin Langham!

Thank you!
Thank you.

Stop. You're embarrassing me.
Please.

Thank you very much.

Possible somatic causes
of impotence

may include vascular disease,
hyperthyroid,

diabetes, or other
endocrinological conditions.

We've been going for an hour.

Should we take a break?

Uh, let's, uh,
keep rolling, actually.

Take a seat.

I realized that, uh...

after all this time
of you filming us,

you haven't had a chance

to discuss your own role
in the study.

Oh, uh...

I'm-- I'm documenting it.

I'm archiving it, really.

I guess.

In your work,

what would you say has been
your most important inspiration?

The study.

I mean, in Hollywood--

and I know
because I've been there--

they just churn out
the same old stories--

the Western about the outlaw
with a heart of gold

or the monster movie
about the scientist

that no one will listen to
until it's too late.

But here, in this lab,

what you do every day,

it's all brand-new.

And what we do here

is not just about observation
and discovery, though.

What good is a theory,
after all,

if you can't do anything
with it?

The work we're doing here,
it's changing.

We're no longer simply observing
phenomena and compiling data.

We're beginning to explore
the idea of intervention...

working directly with patients.

Our new mission here
is not simply to observe.

It's also to heal.

The gown, the gloves,
the dancing lessons--

the-- the whole thing
cost a fortune.

So I was the only one in my
class who wasn't a debutante.

Well, in spite of that,

I would say
you debuted quite well.

Now, where is that waiter?

Uh, the lady
will have a gin and tonic.

Thank you.

Bill Masters,
how the hell are you?

Dr. Pearson.
Allow me to introduce you to--

Mrs. Masters,
what a pleasure.

No, actually,
this is Mrs. Masters.

And Mrs. Johnson
works with Bill,

which is like being married.

Yes, only the hours are worse.

There you two are.

Hello.
Look who else is here--

the King and his court
have arrived.

From the Court
of Honor, the Queen of Love and Beauty

is crowned by the Veiled Prophet
of Khorassan.

It certainly is
a fascinating tradition.

It's been going since 1878.

Damn strange tradition
is what it is.

But at least the liquor's
always first-class.

You behave yourself,
Sam Duncan.

A toast--

to Libby Masters,

true Christian saint
if there ever was one.

Libby raised $300 in one week.

Oh, it was nothing, really.

- Cheers.
- Hear, hear.

And have you given

any more thought
to our proposal, Chief Duncan?

I have a feeling this study
of yours is political poison.

Well, but then again,

you're not a politician,
are you?

In fact, we're the--
the opposite of political men.

Thank God for it.

So...

I suppose I'm in.

Shall we head in?

Oh, um, just...

There you are, sir.

Excellent.

Robert Franklin
came to the house yesterday.

Coral's brother.

What did he want?

He said
the story in the newspaper

about that man in front
of your office isn't true.

There are witnesses, he said,

who saw the man
being thrown out of a truck.

And what has that
got to do with you?

I saw the truck.

It almost drove right into me.

He asked me to go to the police,
to tell them what I saw.

This is not our issue, Lib.

"Our" issue?

This isn't our issue.

The only reason
I volunteered to raise money

was to convince Sam
to join the board.

And I appreciate it.

I know you do.

It's just...

everything in our lives, Bill,
for as long as I can remember,

has been about the study.

I mean, loans we've taken out
and friendships that we've lost,

and it's all been for your work,

work that does not include me.

I just-- I-- I don't know...

I don't know
where I fit in with it all.

You're with me.

Uh, Frank just called.

Said he'll meet you tonight
at the coffee shop at 9:00.

Dr. Madden
is expecting you at 7:00.

I figured it would be easiest
for you to see him after work.

You made me an appointment?

Dr. Madden
is an expert in this area.

He can help you.

You can discuss the problems
that you've been having.

I thought
that you were helping me.

Yes, but I don't have

anywhere near
the qualifications--

You cannot expect me

to sit down
with a complete stranger--

a-- a man, no less--

and tell him the things
that I have told you.

No, I'm-- I'm sorry, Virginia.
I'm sorry, but I can't.

I'm sorry.

I'd like to speak to you,
about what I saw the other day.

I can't live like this.

I'm-- I've lost my appetite.
I haven't slept in days.

And why do you think that is?

Something happened
to me a very long time ago.

And, somehow...

well, it's--
it's come up again.

When I grew up,

there was a creek
that ran behind my house.

And in the summers,
my brother and I,

we would spend
every day down there,

chasing frogs

and holding our breaths
under water.

And then, eventually,

as we got older, the games...

they changed.

I thought you were going home.

We were.

We discussed it, though,
and we decided

we didn't want anyone else
doing the treatments.

We've made arrangements.

Pauline found a hotel that
accommodates long-term stays--

This was not the agreement.

I didn't agree to anything.

My first week as a resident,

they had me on the
emergency-medicine rotation.

About 2:00 in the morning
one night,

they bring in this young girl,
automobile accident.

She'd lost control,

swerved off an embankment
into a ditch.

Went right through the glass,

skidded across asphalt
and gravel for 30, 40 feet.

Her face...

I'm sure you can imagine.
It was just...

They called in a plastic surgeon
from New York City.

I watched him work on that girl
for hours.

When he was finished,

she walked out of that hospital
with a brand-new face.

The next morning,

I switched my specialty
to plastic surgery.

I thought, "What could be better

than being able to give somebody
a second chance?"

The embankment she swerved off?

It wasn't an accident.

All we'd done
was ruin her plans.

Six months later,
she corrected the mistake--

took a fistful
of sleeping pills.

You think it's enough
to fix the outside.

That's the easy part.

I have to tell you, Bill...

I've spent most of my life
pretending you don't exist.

When people would ask me,

I'd tell them
I was an only child--

"My parents only wanted one."

At some point,
I'd said it so long,

I started half-believing it
myself.

I want my brother back.

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