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Previously on Masters Of Sex...

So, the two of you
catalogue what happens

to the human body during sex.

- What else do you do?
- Begin.

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!

Whole 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 wanna volunteer?

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

Kiss me.

What things
have we told ourselves

that 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, Gin.

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-a boy.

Let the word go forth
that the torch has been passed

to a new generation
of Americans.

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♪ ooh ♪

♪ ooh ♪

♪ bah-bah-bah-bah ♪

♪ see the pyramids
along the Nile ♪

♪ bah-bah-bah-bah ♪

♪ watch the sunrise...♪

You awake?

Mm.

One of us
should try to get some sleep.

♪ all the while,
you belong to me ♪

♪ bah-bah-bah-bah ♪

♪ see the marketplace
in Old Algiers ♪

♪ bah-bah-bah-bah ♪

Again?

What's gotten into you?

♪ send me photographs
and souvenirs ♪

Nerves, I suppose.

I think you may be in heat.

♪ just remember
when a dream appears ♪

♪ you belong to me ♪

I've-- I've hired
a catered lunch for after.

We'll be fine.

But should I--

should I cancel
the photographer?

You should stop talking

so I can fuck you properly
before we try to sleep.

Mm.

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 discussion.

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've all received
advanced galley proofs

of our book,
"Human Sexual Response,"

to be officially published
early next year.

Uh, 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 erythematous 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, uh, sexual acts,
even sexual organs,

can incite some people,

leading to accusations
of indecency or pornography.

And 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've released
this material

to piggyback on the so-called
Sexual Revolution.

A 12-year study does
not piggyback, Mr. Buckland.

We have built on
the sociological work

of Alfred Kinsey--
that is true--

but, uh, our work
has far superceded 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

as some kind of ploy...

Mr. Buckland,
we are the Sexual Revolution.

_

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...

- A little bit what?
- ...exciting.

That fruitcake?

He rubs your ass,
and you get...?

It is completely innocent.

And I'm only using it
as an example.

Oh, so he'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.

All right, baked beans,
eggs, coffee, um...

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 do know you're gonna
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?

_

You could shoot
a cannon off in here.

What? Oh.

You're 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 in curlers.

His nickname for the missus,
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.

So, if we take
six weeks to proof the galleys,

then 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 are not gonna let
the publishers decide

how we release this book.

And why is that?

Because they know
what they're doing?

No. 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--
I don't want the pages bent.

A little R&R
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, uh, 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.

Well, hasn't it?

All right, all right,

I-- I may have been,
in the past...

less than encouraging.

Or-- or downright
discouraging, I suppose,

in some instances.

But, look, that is--
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.

Hi.

Let me get that for you.

- Hi, Jenny.
- Hi.

Hi, Johnny.

Groceries in the kitchen.

Johnny, will you watch
your brother

so he doesn't wander outside?

Hi.

Bill, I--
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.

And Henry just never showed up?

Apparently
Henry's coming up later.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to--

See this box?
No one touches this box.

No one thinks about
touching this box.

That is all I ask for
this weekend.

What's in this mysterious box?

The galleys finally arrived.

And I was just making the case
to Bill that--

Let's not drag Libby into this.

12 years' gestation,
and a book is finally born.

Surely I can touch it.

Lib, don't you think
that it's wrong...

Leave the dog alone.

...for me to have to face

a roomful of journalists

with only two years
of Drury college under my belt?

It does--

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.

Uh, no, no, I'm not
discouraging, Virginia.

I'm only saying
wait until after we publish.

Otherwise, you'll look
like you're desperate,

like you're trying to sneak
a degree in under the wire.

Leave him alone!

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?

I'm not hurting Scooter!

Ow! No bi-- He bit me!

Howie, you can't bite.
You know that.

All children outside now!

- Come on, Howie.
- Come here, boy.

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, Lib.

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 tr--

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, Bill.

I will not talk to Tessa!

Virginia, you are her mother.

You have 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.

Sh-she-- she can move.

I will finish up
with the groceries.

I will open up the back.

Henry?

Hello?!

We're here! Hello!

Hello?

Hey.

When did you get in, mom?

Uh, 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

"Taber'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 "Taber's Dictionary"

because we coined the term
ourselves.

Uh, what in your
background, Mrs. Johnson,

qualifies you to, uh,
make up new medical terms?

Well, I've spent
the last 10 years

in a lab, Mr. Buckland,

studying the physiology
of human sexuality--

I meant what
in your educational background

qualifies you?

Dr. Masters has a BS
from, uh, Hamilton College,

a medical degree from
the University of Rochester.

While Mrs. Johnson has
obtained her BA in psychology

at St. Louis University,

she's also preparing for
her MA in the same subject,

possibly even obtaining a PhD.

You're saying

you'll follow in 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.

Oh, well,
time for a brief break.

We'll resume shortly.

Virginia?
What happened?

Open the door, Virginia.

Virginia?

You-- you do realize
the significance of today,

perhaps the most important day
of our professional lives.

You can't talk about
my credentials like that,

not in front of the press.

They asked.
I thought you'd be grateful.

I-- I rallied to your defense.

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-- 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!

For God's sake,
Virginia, calm down.

Is there not
one square inch of my life

that you haven't insinuated
yourself into?

I mean, my work,
my home, my bed.

Can I-- can I not even have
a bathroom stall to myself?

All right, look, I--

I will accept your apology later.

For now, you have five minutes.

And then we are--
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 Ky's
crackdown

on the Buddhist Rebels,

including the arrest

of South Vietnamese
Buddhist leader Tri Quang.

And now to the weather...

Well, she either
climbed out the back window

or she's hiding in the cellar

because Henry emerged
from his room utterly alone,

not a girl in sight.

It's daddy's turn.
Daddy!

Your mother is 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 vs. The Johnsons game?

Yes.
You as dad, me, Johnny are here.

I'm not playing.

Mom, Tess,
and Harry Houdini here.

Anyway, uh,
I will spin the spinner.

Four.

Two career cards
for your father-- naturally.

"Life" imitating life.

Is there fresh coffee?

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

Two, three, four, five, six.

No, you cannot have
some of my cigarette.

But you can keep playing
with the others.

I hate "Life."

But I'll trade you,

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

Insurance.

All right, that's enough.

That's enough.

You know you can't do that
at school.

You know that, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay, so, I got the 35th...

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.

That's the--
that's the point of our--

that's the point
of our time here.

What does that even mean--

"Human Sexual Response"?

Uh, my work's
not for children, John.

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 kids in your car,

and you have to name them.

Well, when I was your age,

my very best friend
was named Lisa Soracco,

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.

Well, what did 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--
he's not reducing my hours.

I don't work there anymore.

Uh, Tessa and I made,
this afternoon, of all things,

a lingonberry pie--

This 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 underst--

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

It was-- what?

It was too challenging,
intellectually?

Or too cold?

I wasn't fired.
I quit.

Um, 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. Hiskey, feeling risky ♪

♪ took his ice cream truck
for a spin ♪

Making any progress?

Uh, slow progress,
glacially slow.

Well, um,
Tessa needs the room now.

Everybody's headed to bed.

Sh-she can sleep with Henry.

They're too old, they say,

meaning they're self-conscious
about boy/girl issues.

This--
this is my work space.

During the day.

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

That-- that is, uh...

Uh, 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, uh, chaise
in the backyard instead.

You're gonna sleep outside.

Under the stars, yes.

Isn't that the, uh--

isn't that the point
of a vacation, yeah?

Enjoying fresh air...

Communing with nature.

It's what they do in Hawaii.

- It's called a powwow.
- It's a luau.

And Howie and I think
it's stupid,

and we're going swimming.

Hey!

Come on.

Psst!

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...
- Uh-huh.

...side to side.

Okay. Like this?

- Good. Yeah.
- Oh, thank you.

You're a very good teacher.

Thank you.

Do we do this then, too?

♪ da-dum, da-dee ♪

- Good?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

You have to get like...

After hula,
we have to head into town, Gin.

Guess I should have knocked...

even though it is my room.

Well, if you need something...

Wh-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, uh, your mom
or-- 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 gonna 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 need 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.

♪ just remember ♪

♪ when a dream appears ♪

♪ you belong to me ♪

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 is--

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 doctor
and a 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 thing she talks to
perfect strangers about all day.

And whose fault is that?

If she were sitting here now
instead of me,

you-- 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--
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-- 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?

I 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.

They would move to St. Louis?

I can't imagine
your parents moving anywhere.

Well, I can't imagine
a lot of things.

And then they happen.

Three pounds ground beef?

Well, one burger each for mine.

Maybe Johnny has two,
given the swimming.

- Mm.
- And Henry and Tessa.

I haven't seen Henry all day.

Well,
that's because he left the house

and didn't tell anyone
where he was going.

I have no idea what he's doing.

Sitting on a bench with a girl.

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.

We shouldn't
have to chase you into town

to meet your friends, Henry.

They're welcome at the house.

Oh, in fact, we are
just shopping for dinner now.

Tina, would you like to join us?

That's so nice of you,
but I-- 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, um,
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, Gin?
- 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...

Aah! Ugh!

Henry!

Henry...

- Christ.
- Are you okay?

- What an asshole.
- I-I'm the asshole?

- You didn't look.
- Call an ambulance.

I don't need an ambulance.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, you asshole!

You absolutely need
an ambulance.

Henry, do not--
Call an ambulance!

Aunt Libby, really, it's okay.

It is not okay.
Do not goddamn move.

Somebody call an ambulance!

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 mending.

You are not a doctor, Henry.

Libby...

Why don't you go back to the
house and check on the kids?

- George is on his way.
- 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.

It'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--
your medical degree,

your extensive knowledge
of internal injuries,

that he may be bleeding inside
or have a-- a hematoma or a--

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...

Though he did call for
a thorough work-up.

I didn't mean what I said.

I'm sorry.

Lib...

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

but... for a while now...

I've noticed that--

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 Serax every day.

Serax?

For anxiety?
For, uh, depression?

I just I 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, but...

Perhaps there are better ways

to process the daily news
besides drugs.

Yeah.

I suppose you're right.
I--

Life is filled with loss.

It is ridiculous
to think that you can stop it.

Right.

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.

She-- Yes, Miss Delacourt?
Ladies' Home Journal?

Yes, ma'am, um...

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 what you
mean by "barriers," Mr. Norris.

What do you mean by "barriers"?

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--

We do 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?

Uh,
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.

You want to keep
the sex research clean.

Fine. I'll dump it.

What happened to Libby?
Is sh--

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.

He recommends Aspirin,
put 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.

Uh, no, no.

Uh... 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 Ivey.

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

Ah...

Oh, I-I--
um, I didn't know that.

Listen, I'll--

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.

Uh, you want to...?

To enlist.

I'm starving.
Where is everybody?

I have no idea.

Am I having dinner with you?

Uh...

I-I-I think we should wait
for the others.

So he did say something to you.

A-and you just-- you what?
You forgot to mention it to me?

Gin,
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...
- You have not once...

...would be happening.

...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 is not true!
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.

Gin...

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--
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 him home.

That'll give me three hours
to work on him.

I can get him to take
a noncombat position.

No! Wh-what if it doesn't work?!

It's our best shot.

How are you not
completely terrified right now?!

I am!

I'm worried.

And I'm sorry...

for, you know, the hash
that I've 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 gonna do
everything we can

to make sure our boy is safe.

I cannot have our son come home

in a flag-draped coffin.

John?

Tessa?

Oh, I'm s--

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Tessa.

Straighten yourself--
oh, come on.

- Ugh.
- Take my arm.

Try to stand.

All right, just stay--

stay there.

For God's sake.
God, what are you thinking?

Here, drink--

- Oh, no, don't.

Just put your dress
back on, Tessa.

Mm.

Mnh! Tessa!
Tessa, stop it.

Don't you want to touch me?

- Don't you want to touch me?
- What are you doing?

Touch my breasts.
You like my breasts.

- Jesus.
- Mm.

Oh. Oh, God.

Come on.

Do not move.

John? John?

Tessa is, uh,
unfortunately, drunk.

- Okay.
- It's not okay.

Sh-- it will be.
She'll sleep it off.

But you need to know that--

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!

Did you just tell me
to sh-- to shut up?

Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up!

Just go do your work,
you-- you fucker!

You never kiss mommy,
and then you kiss Tessa!

Why would you even do that,
you freak?!

No, John!

John! Come-- come here!

John!

John!

John!

No! No!

Say you're sorry,
you little shit!

Say it!

I'll never say sorry
to you, ever!

Y-you're-- you're grounded.

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
and 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 gonna--
I'm gonna drive home,

uh, early tomorrow,

get Little, Brown on the phone,
order more galley copies.

When they come in, I'd, uh--

I'd like you to read the book...

You know, give me your, um--

give me your honest opinion.

If it seems in good shape,

well, maybe we should have
a press conference...

Trust that our-- our work
can finally speak for itself.

All right.

I'll read the book.

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.

Tina.

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.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Lib.

I know that-- that your kids

are not what's on your mind
at the moment.

Actually...

um, my children
are very much on my mind.

Uh...

I've 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
for-- forever.

Maybe you are depressed.

I have thought a lot
about my marriage.

And I realized that...

I don't need Bill
to be all things.

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

Lib, we don't have to--

No, no, I-I-I have to
say this because...

because, well...

I-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, uh...

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.

And I know
you can appreciate that.

We understand each another, Gin.

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--

well, 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.

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,

uh, people lived on farms.

And mom would, uh, take
pop's lunch out to the field.

And, uh, they would eat

and then do something else
right there under a shade tree.

In that world, sex was a given.

You know, 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, uh,
coming here today and--

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 open
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.

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