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Previously on Masters of Sex...

I've seen the photographs.

Water-skiing with
Dody on your shoulders.

And then at the
end of the summer,

she broke your heart
and you came back to me.

Ever since you two
had sex, Virginia,

you have completely and
irrevocably turned on me.

Could you ask Art to
come in here, please?

Did we have sex, Art?

Any sort of physical
contact at all?

We did not.

Have you had sexual
experiences with men?

No. Boys, perhaps?

I mean, when you
were also a boy.

Once. When I'd just turned 16.

You get out of AA
what you put in.

I could go to some other meeting.
You will stay in my meeting.

It will remind me of
just how far I've come.

Well, what choice do we have?
It's either this or nothing, right?

Actually, I might know someone
who's a whole lot better than nothing.

You're everything
a person could want.

In a sperm donor.
I would consider it.

She is perfect. Congratulations.

Helen, stay with me.

I want my mom.

I want my mom.

Ma'am, the grandparents
made it clear.

Family only.

It's our old room at
the Park Chancery.

I can't. Because...

Because you don't love
me. You just want me today.

I don't trust you, Virginia.

I'm writing to you because
it seems our talking of late

has left things more
distant between us than not.

That saddens me.

I'm also saddened to learn
that you no longer trust me.

That was quite an accusation.

Dear, Bill... It seems we
find ourselves at an impasse,

and I write in the
hopes of clearing the air.

I know there are
things that I have done

that have made it
hard for you to trust me.

But I have also been
hurt by you in the past.

And it is my greatest wish
to put those days behind us.

You can only trust me
again by being with me.

We must put in
the time, together,

to heal our collective hurts, and to
find our way back to each other again.

Disseminated
intravascular coagulation

is confirmed as the
cause for organ failure.

Based on your
presentation, Dr. Scully,

we find you took all
necessary precautions

and performed
impeccably before, during,

and after delivery.

Did they even read my report?

From the moment Helen
was admitted to the hospital,

she was concerned about
spotting, problems with her vision...

That's why you took her blood
pressure every 15 minutes.

I should have
monitored it more closely.

All vital signs were perfectly
normal until after delivery.

I didn't see the warning signs.

There were no warning signs.

There was nothing
you could have done.

Barton, this
isn't the first time

you and I have sat in that room.

The patient was

she presented with
bleeding and cramps.

I did an exam, I recognized the

placental abruption immediately.

By the time she was rushed into the
hospital, the baby had stopped moving.

The hemorrhaging got worse.

Two hours later,
the patient was dead.

You handed me your
resignation the next day.

And you refused to accept it,
because I'd been proven innocent.

Yet after all these years, there is a
part of me that still isn't convinced.

I don't know how
to forgive myself.

I'm just going to
be direct about this.

The only way you're
going to get that out

is with vinegar and baking soda.

Shit. Actually,
there's something else

that I wanted to
discuss with you.

Obviously, things
have been a bit strained

between us these past few weeks.

And, obviously, if you'd
told Nancy the truth

about our night together
instead of lying to her and to me,

all of this unpleasantness
could have been avoided.

It did create something of a
rift between me and Nancy.

Well, I may be able
to help with that.

From now on, you and
Nancy should be partnered.

Working side by side, sharing
your passion for the work...

I think that could go a long way

to repairing things
between you two.

Thank you for thinking of us.

I'm guessing that means you'd
be partnered again with Bill?

Well, it would
logically follow...

And have you seen
him with Nancy lately?

Some days I worry she
actually has become his shadow.

I wouldn't worry yourself about
that, Art. That's for me to sort out.

All right, let's resign ourselves
to each other, shall we?

Let's even go one better
and help each other.

And how exactly
are you helping me?

Well, let's start
back at the beginning

by giving you an opportunity
to partner with your wife.

I want the Clavermores back.

Nancy's struggled to find
her footing here from the start,

to make a place for herself.

She feels that she's
been constantly undercut...

Which is not true...

Getting the Clavermores
back would go a long way

to making her feel her
work here is valued.

And not just by Bill.

It wouldn't hurt
you either, would it?

Being able to bring your
wife a big case like that.

Like a cat, dropping a dead
mouse on his owner's welcome mat.

You get Bill back.
I help my wife.

Everybody gets what they want.

Have you discussed
this with Art?

No, not a word.

To be honest, the two
of us are barely speaking.

I wouldn't normally complain
about my own discomfort,

but I fear that our patients
are beginning to sense

the tension between us.

So what do you suggest we do?

Well, I think there's
only one thing we can do.

Reassign Art to work with Nancy.

Really? And before you assume

I have any ulterior motives
here, rest assured I don't.

My job is to see to
the welfare of the clinic,

that is what I'm doing here.

Virginia, you were the
one who was adamant

that you and I wouldn't continue
the day-to-day work together.

Yes, but that was before Art
accused me of having sex with him,

to his wife.

So you're saying there is no
way to repair things with Art?

I really don't see
how that's possible.

Then we'll fire him,
hire someone else.

Fire him? No.

The Nancy would surely
follow him out the door,

then we'd be
starting from scratch.

I'll partner with Art, and
you can work with Nancy.

How does that
make any sense, Bill?

Part of the effectiveness
of our technique

relies on having
partners of different sexes.

It's also relied on partners from
different disciplinary backgrounds.

I'm an MD, you brought a
psychological component to the work.

So, why shouldn't you
pair with Nancy, a doctor,

and me with Art, a psychiatrist?

Because pairing Art with Nancy
in fact checks both of those boxes,

gender and discipline.

It also means
that the two people

with the least
amount of training

are on the same team.

I'm offering to take
Art off your hands.

Isn't that what you want?

Yes. Yes. So it's settled then.

Look, I just hope you and Nancy

can find a way to work together.

Because... It's my
turn to be honest now...

You're starting to get
a bit of a reputation.

A reputation? For?

Being difficult. Combative.

Paranoid, even.
Paranoid? That is ridiculous.

And surprising,

considering I've
always relied on you

to be the one who
can talk to anyone,

put people at their ease... Let
me guess, this is coming from...

It doesn't matter
who it's coming from.

It's there.

Well, I can assure you,

I have been and will continue
to be very collaborative.

Good.

Then you and Nancy
should get along fine.

Dr. Scully. Morning.

I must say, everyone is
so happy to have you back,

and yet so terribly
sorry about Helen.

That must've been
just devastating.

Oh, thank you, Guy. Are those
my first patients of the day?

No, that's the
homosexual and his wife.

Dr. Masters and
Dr. Dreessen are treating them.

Hello, Nancy. I have
some good news.

In the world in general, or...

I thought it might be a nice idea
for us to take some cases together,

so we will start tomorrow.

With the Flemings. "Us" as in...

Something's happened.
What happened?

An opportunity has happened.

You've learned from Dr. Masters.

Now, it's time for
you to learn from me.

I thought we could try
that Italian place tonight.

Italian food outside of New
York City is a contradiction in term.

Shouldn't they have moved
on to genitals at this point?

Well, they're
taking things slowly.

I have an itch right there. Can
you... Yeah, lower. To the left.

Oh, yeah. That's it. Yeah.

There was a homosexual
episode in Mr. Drag's past?

As an adolescent.

He now claims to be
entirely heterosexual.

No one is entirely anything.

The Kinsey Scale taught me that.

We haven't used the Kinsey
Scale much in our work.

Well, I found it to be a useful
diagnostic tool at the Institute.

The scale helps the
patient understand

that sexuality isn't
binary. It's fluid.

And truth is, none
of us is just one thing.

We're many things all at once.

Maybe you should conduct
your own intake with Mr. Drag.

You and Mrs.
Johnson already have.

But your expertise may
lead to a different conclusion.

I think your perspective could
be quite useful in this case.

I said I didn't want pizza.

No, you said you didn't
wanna go out for pizza.

But it turns out,

pizza travels now.

And I heard, on good authority,
that you're not eating much.

Or at all.

That there are mountains

of uneaten casseroles
in your refrigerator.

Yeah, they keep
dropping them off.

Which is strange, because
between Virginia, Barton, and Lester,

there's not a cook in the bunch.

Guy's been cooking up a storm.

People are worried, Betty.

You want a drink?

Turns out shock
wears off after...

I don't know,
however long it's been.

Thirteen days?

And once it's gone, dear
God, what's left is so...

I feel like a rabbit
at the dog track.

Running around and around,
just terrified, confused, exhausted...

And I keep turning to Helen
to say, "What happened?"

I turn to her 100 times a day.

God, I screwed up so
many things in my life.

But Helen was the
one thing I got right.

We got each other right.

Not that everything
was all daffodils,

but there was never
a sliver of doubt

that we really loved each
other, 'cause we really did.

Sometimes things are so right,

you don't even think
to question them.

I suppose that's true.

I wouldn't know.

Never?

You never had a time when
everything was just right?

In love, I mean.

There was a girl, long ago.

When I was still in school.

Her name was Dody...

And...

And when I met her,

suddenly I had this feeling like

I could breathe, or, um...

Like I was myself, finally.

I don't know why
I'm saying this.

Please. I want you to.

Okay.

Well, um...

One day, Dody was at the
hospital, just simple appendicitis,

and so I left her some
roses, and a note for her,

and in the note,

I asked her to marry me.

So I went over to the
hospital to pick her up,

and I was literally
floating on air,

our entire lives ahead,

such a deep happiness.

And, uh...

She was ice cold.

She didn't say anything to
me. Didn't mention my proposal.

Nothing.

We just sat there

like two strangers.

After I dropped her off,

I never heard from her again.

What went wrong?

I have no idea.

But you didn't ask?

Why didn't you just ask her, "Why
didn't you answer my proposal?"

Uh...

I don't know.

Why would you not ask?

It's been quite some
time since we last spoke.

Dear Dody...

Has it really been
nearly 30 years?

How time flies...

I hope this letter
finds you well.

I've considered writing you
now and then, over the years,

curious to know where
life may have led you.

Turns out our alma mater has
kept better tabs on you than I,

which is how I came
to your address.

But I'm writing you now with
the hopes of clarity, I suppose.

Things ended so
abruptly between us,

and to be honest, I
was never sure why.

Recently, I've experienced a
great number of changes in my life.

In the process, I
have come to learn

that in order, truly,
to move forward,

one must first look back,

and take inventory of the
various choices one's made.

Anyway, I hope to
hear back from you.

Although, will
understand if I don't,

lives being as complicated
and unpredictable as they are.

Either way, I remain,
sincerely yours. Bill.

For a year now,

I've been experiencing
terrible pain during intercourse.

All right. And how would you
describe the pain that you...

You're taking
notes, Mr. Fleming?

Is that a problem?

It's just, we take the notes,

so you can concentrate on telling
us about what brings you here.

He just does it to
calm his anxiety.

His therapist gave it to
him as a coping mechanism.

Certainly no reason for you
to be nervous, Mr. Fleming.

But if it makes you feel better,

I think, in this case, we
can make an exception.

All right, then. In terms
of the pain, Mrs. Fleming,

how would you
describe the sensation?

It's like my vagina
is seizing up.

Almost like myotonia.

Okay. Any other symptoms?

M-Y-O-T-O-N-I-A. Myotonia.

Anyway, does that burning
sensation begin at a certain point...

Do you understand the technical
definition of myotonia, Mr. Fleming?

An inability to
relax the muscle?

Hmm.

That's very impressive.

I wouldn't expect a bank manager

to know that kind
of medical jargon.

Roger's father was a doctor.

Back to the pain.

Does it begin at a specific
point during intercourse?

The excitement phase.
Isn't that it, honey?

Well, sometimes plateau.

And interestingly enough,
at the moment of penetration,

that's when my
dyspareunia begins.

Your dyspareunia?

Will you excuse us for a moment?

Can I have a word, Dr. Leveau?

You do see what's
going on in there?

You mean that I can't
get a word in edgewise?

I have to be honest, Virginia,

if this is the dynamic you
expect to establish between us...

Our dynamic really
isn't the point here,

since we clearly
have bigger fish to fry.

I did not mean
to speak over you,

I just suspect that our
charming couple in there

may not actually be a couple.

Because he's writing things down

and knows medical terminology?

Because it's highly unusual for a
bank manager and a housewife to...

Maybe they're just
a desperate couple

hoping to save their marriage.

Maybe the reason they know
your book backwards and forwards

is because they've
been tearing it apart,

searching for the answer.

Could be. Or they could
be here for other reasons.

Well, how do we know
which one of us is right?

I'm sorry to pull rank so early
into our partnership, Nancy,

but I think we should
probably start with my hunch.

Louise?

I shouldn't have just
shown up like this.

You know what, I probably
shouldn't have come at all.

No. No, no, no. It's all right.

It's just, not everyone here
knows that I attend AA meetings.

This isn't about AA.

Really?

Obviously, you're joking.

We're not, no.

No. The treatment that we
recommend for cases such as yours,

dual dyspareunia, is
electroshock therapy,

for both the
husband and the wife,

followed by divorce.

And that's the usual protocol?

Yes, we use this in
about 80% of our cases.

We even have an ECT technician

as a full-time
member of our staff.

Oh, my!

Yes, we've turned it into
an in-house procedure.

So, shall we get
started? Started?

Electroshock therapy?

Goodness. This is a
lot for us to digest...

So much so that maybe it would be
better if we came back another day.

What would be best
is if you told the truth.

Who do you work for?

The Post-Dispatch?

Maybe you're detectives, in
which case, I should remind you

that the commissioner of
police does sit on our board.

So, maybe I
should just call him,

see if he knows
anything about this.

We're therapists.

Sex thera... We want
to be sex therapists.

We want to open our own clinic.

Shame on you for lying.

No, please. Take
it as a compliment.

We are so impressed
by your work.

We're trying to do as
much research as possible,

see how other therapists do it.

And you are by far the best,

although we are
talking to all the others.

What others?

Broken vertebrae,
how did this happen?

We left this bar
about three years ago.

On his birthday.

I was drunk, but he was drunker.

So I said, "Give
me the keys," right?

And the last thing
I remember was

the radio playing
Hang On Sloopy,

when we pulled
out of the parking lot.

The next thing I remember

is waking up with a tracheal
tube down my throat in ICU.

And finding out that James...

That my husband was
paralyzed from the waist down.

And I know that AA is anonymous,

but I knew when you
came into my meeting

that you were that
famous sex guru.

I'm hardly a sex guru, Louise.

And this is hardly
my area of expertise.

Right, but you specialize
in sexual dysfunction.

And sometimes he can get it
up, and sometimes he can't...

And I was just hoping you
could explain all this to me.

Well, um...

Looking at your
husband's X-rays,

there's broken vertebrae
on the S4 and the S5,

his injury appears to be
partial, which means there's

some kind of neural connection,

but it's probably haphazard.

So he can have erections,

but they can't be
controlled through

thinking sexual thoughts
or manual stimulation.

Does that sound about right?

Well, as for touching
him in a sexual way,

we haven't tried that
since the accident.

James hasn't...

He hasn't been interested,
I guess, is the word.

This has been a very difficult
transition for him, for both of us.

He feels nothing
down there so...

So, you're actually here
for more than an explanation.

Well, I did read up on you.

And I know that you're not one
to back down from a challenge.

So I suppose what I'm asking,
really, begging you for is...

Some kind of hope.

It's very hard to know
what kind of sexual response

would be possible with James,

but the goal,

in any case like this,

would be to experiment
with neural rewiring.

This is a very new
area of science,

but it would involve mapping
your husband's dermatomes,

areas on his skin
that correspond

with certain spinal nerves,

and then stimulating them

to try and generate
erotic feeling

that could lead to an erection.

Now, like I say,
this is all very new,

but sometimes mapping
can help us to see

where he feels sexual arousal
in places aside from genitals

and then how it can be
reconnected back to his genitals.

Okay, well, that's
a start, right?

What it is is highly
experimental.

I've never taken
a case like this.

And the process would
not be for the faint of heart.

Plus, there's no promise
that this would work.

But mostly, it would require

complete openness and
honesty from you both.

And I suspect it'd make you and
your husband feel very exposed.

Dr. Masters, I can assure you that I
have never felt more exposed in my life.

Three other clinics in
the St. Louis area alone.

Two promise to eliminate

sexual dysfunction
in a single session.

I ran into one of these
quacks myself in Las Vegas.

Look, if you're worried
about competition...

We'd be idiots not to
worry about competition.

More importantly, we have
charlatans coming in here,

posing as patients, people
I very easily convinced

that electroshock therapy
was standard treatment.

It's a symposium tomorrow,

happening right
outside the city.

"The Joys of Partnering."

A seminar for singles.

But one of the topics in the
pamphlet is sexual dysfunction.

That doesn't necessarily
sound irresponsible,

and we didn't invent
sexual dysfunction,

so there's no indication
that they're stealing our work.

Yes, but we are just coming
out from under a legal nightmare

based on the misunderstanding
of our methods.

The last thing we need
are frauds in our very field,

potentially spreading dangerous
interpretations of our ideas.

You're right.

You should go. Take Nancy
with you and report back.

Well, Art and I are still
sorting out working together,

as are you and
Nancy... Fine, then.

But, Bill, at a certain
point, it's just negligence,

if you refuse to stand with me
and defend what we do here.

Now, before Dr. Kinsey
began his research,

most scientists were accustomed

to thinking of sexuality
as a dichotomy.

Right? Two choices.

An individual either checks
this box, heterosexual,

or this box, homosexual.

What Dr. Kinsey
discovered, however,

was the vast majority of people

found themselves
somewhere in between.

In between?

Right, now, according
to the Kinsey Scale,

someone that is exclusively
heterosexual would be a zero.

Someone that is
exclusively homosexual,

on the other hand,
we would label a six.

But how would you
measure someone?

We make a calculation based on
the number of homosexual experiences

an individual has had,
as well as the frequency

with which the individual
continues to desire

or fantasize about
same-sex partners.

I'm not sure why you're
pointing this out to me.

Because I'm desperate to believe

that what I am seeing
is not what really is.

Well, I don't have
time for riddles.

They are converting Mr. Drag
from a homosexual to a heterosexual.

That's hogwash.

I thought this
was the last place

that something like conversion
therapy would happen.

It's not happening.

In your intake,

you brought up a
homosexual experience

you had as a young
man with a schoolmate.

Where does that put me?

Well, based on the fact that
you continue to think about it...

Involuntarily.

Let's say, three.

So, right in the middle.

Nearly 12% of the men Dr. Kinsey
interviewed in his initial research

were also threes.

That's more than
1 in 10. That's right.

And have you ever seen a three
go on to get married? Have children?

Lead, you know, a
normal kind of life?

Of course. It
happens all the time.

The affair with your schoolmate,

I imagine that hasn't been your
only homosexual experience.

Why would you imagine that?

But let's say that
there was another.

Where would I be then?

One other experience?

I'd keep you at a three.

I did have one other experience.

In a movie theater.

Did you masturbate him
or did you perform oral sex?

Both.

But it's the only time
it happened, I swear.

I felt so disgusted after.

I tossed the clothes
I was wearing

down the garbage chute
as soon as I got home.

A brand-new suit.

When was this? Six months ago.

I realize it's not a coincidence

my impotence began
at the same time.

Now, the way you
felt about that man,

the intensity of the attraction,

how does it compare to the level of
attraction you feel to your fiancée?

It's nothing like it.

The theater was just bodies.

When Cherlyn and I make
love, it's hearts, minds.

Well, but sex isn't just
an emotional exercise.

Bodies are important.

I know the sensate

isn't progressing as quickly
as Dr. Masters envisioned.

I wonder if you would consider

helping us? Guiding
us through it?

Your presence,
it's quite reassuring.

Your being there with us,

I think it could really
make a difference.

You have a call
on Line 2, Dr. Bill.

It's a woman. She
wouldn't give her name.

Hello? WOMAN: Bill?

It's Dody.

Dody?

How are you?

You got my letter?

It came this morning.

I've read it through
only a dozen times.

I thought a letter might be
more welcome than a phone call.

You know, in case you
needed time to place the name.

William Masters. Now, let's see.

Oh, you're that man who
sold me my Chevrolet.

How's that car been
working out for you, ma'am?

Well, to be honest,
not so great.

It's been in and
out of the shop.

I think you sold me a lemon.

I'm considering pressing charges

with the Better Business Bureau.

God. Your voice...

You sound exactly the same.

Do I?

What about me?
If I'd just called you,

and tried to, I don't know, sell
you a magazine subscription,

would you have known it was me?

I'm not sure.

Say, "Apple pie a la mode-y."

Oh, my God, you're
still holding on to that?

What can I say, I didn't speak
French, I was trying to impress you.

Oh, you did. You
were very suave.

Or should I say "suave-y."

Oh, now, see, that
laugh I recognize.

You're taking
inventory? You're not...

There's nothing wrong
with you, is there?

You're not unwell?
No, no, no. I'm fine.

Oh, I was worried.

I just... I just have
some questions.

About?

Us. Um...

How things ended.
Why things ended.

I don't mean to stir up
unpleasant memories, but...

No, that's not...

There are things I'm
unclear about myself.

I was hoping maybe you
could tell me what happened.

From your point of view.

What I did to make you...

I'm gonna have to call you back.

I'm so sorry, Bill.

All right. Well, can
I take your number?

Dody?

He's the leading
doctor in his field.

The only doctor specializing
in sexual dysfunction.

And he's very respected.

I didn't want to say anything
until I knew there was hope.

I don't want people knowing
our personal business.

My life now, I don't want
people knowing about that.

Well, James,
your life is my life.

And I miss being
with you in that way.

And I know you miss it, too.

Dr. Masters said in treatments
with spinal cord patients,

he's had real success
with neural rewiring

and something called dermatomes.

It's restored his patients back

to their normal sexual activity.

He said that? What's
his success rate?

They don't give numbers,
but he's very hopeful.

You remember how you
used to love telling the story

about when you first met me?

It was the state semi-finals

and I was with that
louse, Darrell. Hmm?

He was all over me.

And you thought, "Well, that
girl is taken, so why even bother?"

But you kept on looking at me.

Remember?

It seemed hopeless,

but you came and
talked to me anyway.

And six weeks later...

I spent a whole
paycheck on this ring.

Didn't even know
if you'd say yes.

See, that's what
I'm talking about.

You took a gamble,
and it paid off.

In the eyes of the law,

Miss DiMello here has
no legal right to the child.

Helen Schiff was
an unmarried woman,

so any offspring would
go to the next of kin,

in this case, her parents,

who have been granted
temporary custody of the child

pending a hearing.

And unless something
goes wrong there,

temporary custody will
become permanent custody.

Unless the biological father steps
forward to challenge that custody.

Uh...

I assume you mean me,

given I'm the
biological father, but...

Betty, I'm in no position
to take custody of an infant.

I mean, no position.

The second part of this plan
is that you and me get married.

I then will adopt the baby,
so she is legally mine.

And then the two of
us will get divorced,

and since you are unfit as a
parent, the baby will stay with me.

Okay. You asked me to plant
my seed in Helen and I did that.

I even enjoyed it, it had a
certain three-way frisson.

Listen, Betty, we're old friends

and Helen, she was a great gal,

but this is insane.
I can't do this.

And I'm going on the
record as advising against it.

Lying in court and presenting
your union as a real marriage,

it's against the law.

Ass officially covered.

It is too much, what I'm asking.

But I'm asking anyway,
'cause I loved Helen,

and out of love, we brought
this baby into the world.

And I wanna honor that

and raise this baby as
Helen would want me to.

Why are we here?

I'm not talking about existence,

although that would be a
very interesting question.

I am talking about today,
right now, this moment.

We are all here
because we want to be

the best possible
partners we can be.

So...

Who would like to tell me what
the word "partner" means to them?

It's not a trick
question. Anybody?

Yes, Burt.

Someone you can count on?

Reliability. Mmm-hmm.

That is certainly important
in a healthy partnership.

Thank you, Burt.

Anybody else?

Yes, Nancy?

I think for me, a good
partner in personal...

Well, as well as work
relationships, is someone with whom

there's a mutual respect
and understanding.

And maybe even an admiration.

Someone who's open and honest.

And of course someone
I can feel safe with,

in our attempted intimacy,

and who feels safe
to be intimate with me.

Wow. Fantastic answer, Nancy.

Did everybody
hear that? Intimacy.

Or as we like to call
it here at the center,

"into me you see."

No points for subtlety there.

Oh, I wasn't going for subtlety.

Let's just remember that
we're here to gather information.

You know, I don't know if it's
sitting on these little pillows,

but what I realized is I'm sad.

Well, then do what
I do when I'm sad.

Snap out of it.

I wanted nothing more
than for you to be my mentor.

But instead, you
just don't like me.

This has nothing to do with
anybody not liking anybody.

Actually, I take that
back. I like your husband.

Not sexually. I believe
we've covered that.

But as a colleague
and a friend and...

Well, I see the
way he's suffering.

"Suffering" meaning?

It's really not my place to say.

Fine. Your so-called lifestyle

is hurtful and
unfulfilling to him.

He's miserable, but
doesn't dare say it

for fear that you
would leave him.

Wait, he told you this?

Art told you?

I don't... He's never
said anything to me.

I'm surprised, I
suppose. And hurt.

Oh, my God.

Is that one of our patients?

Daddy?

For cripes' sake, Gini.

What are you doing here, honey?

I'm here for work.

I think the better question
is what are you doing here?

I'm here for
pleasure, I suppose.

At a singles retreat
on partnering?

Where's Mom? Is Mom here?

Does this look like a place
your mother would come?

I told her I was on a fishing
trip, rainbow trouting in Branson.

Oh.

Jade gave us an hour for lunch.

Let's take a stroll on
the meditation green.

So each spinal
nerve is responsible

for an area of skin
called a dermatome.

Now, the idea is that you
close your eyes, James,

while Louise sensually
stimulates each area.

You will respond
verbally with a yes or no

to let us know which regions, if
any, generate a sexual feeling.

Yeah, yeah.

Yes?

We'll be able to observe
if an erection occurs,

and how to maintain an erection,

with the end goal of
satisfying both partners.

You, through experiencing sexual
pleasure through non-genital stimulation.

And you, through intercourse,

just like you did
before the accident.

The key here is patience.

We're all entering
uncharted waters.

After I finished your
book, it lit a spark for me

and I started reading everything
I could get my hands on.

I started exploring and...

I am a lot like all
these other folks here.

We're all just trying to
learn about our bodies

and our feelings
and sex and intimacy.

"Into me you see."

There was this one
seminar that I took...

What, in addition
to this seminar?

Mmm-hmm. It explained,
in very scientific terms,

how swinging could actually
help couples realign their desires

and ultimately bring the
focus back to each other.

"Realign"?

"The Science of Swinging,"
I think it was called.

Daddy, there's no
science to swinging.

Nowhere in our book

do Bill and I mention
swinging as a form of therapy.

What we advocate, what
we've always advocated,

are protocols that
keep people together.

Heck, honey.

You might as well get up in
front of these folks and take a bow,

because your book, what
you and Bill did together,

it's what allowed
all this to happen.

Don't say that.

No, I'm trying to
keep a low profile.

God, now I'm just
worried about you.

And Mom. No, no, no, no, no, no.

I feel alive. That's my point.

And I'm gonna take whatever I
learn here back to your mother,

and hopefully, we could be
looking at a second honeymoon.

Dr. Masters, please.

Dody.

He'll know what it's regarding.

Oh, good, I wasn't sure
when I'd hear from you again.

I'm so sorry about before.

Not at all, not at all.

Is now a better time?

Bill, I've been thinking, and
I hope this isn't too forward.

Maybe we should get together.

Or is that...

Yes. Yes, absolutely.
Let's do that.

I would like that very much.

Um... I can come to you.

Oh, no, no. You don't want to
drive from St. Louis to Topeka

and back again in a single day.

Why don't we meet
halfway? I know just the place.

I want you to relax
into the sensation.

Focus on the pressure of
her fingertips on your skin.

The warmth of her hands.

I'm so sorry.

I was looking for Bill. I
suppose he's not back yet.

Bill mentioned this case to me.

Thought I might be
interested in observing.

Oh.

Well, sure. If
it's okay with Bill.

Nice. And breathe into it, Bob.

Allow the feeling
to go right through.

That's right, nice and easy.

That's right.

Something seems to be working.

William Masters?

This'll just take a minute.
Actually, I'm expecting someone...

My wife, yes. But
she's not coming.

No, I think there's been some...

You're waiting for Dody,

but I talked her out of coming.

Which is sure as
hell better for her.

But, you know, I suspect
it's better for you, too.

See, I found your letter.

She was all dressed up,

something about a lecture
on Impressionism at the library,

but it didn't take
long for her to admit

that she was coming to
see you. Just to be clear,

I have no designs on your wife.

None whatsoever. In fact,
I haven't seen Dody in...

Thirty years.

I can probably tell
you to the minute.

Although, knowing the first 10
years of those were devastating,

I'm not sure what
you're doing here.

"Devastating"?

For... My wife.

Has something happened to Dody?

Aside from you breaking her
heart? Is that not enough for you?

What? No, I...

I broke her heart? No,
that's not what happened...

I'm the one that
picked up the pieces.

And it's humiliating,
let me tell you,

helping the woman you love
mourn the loss of another man.

I wrote to your wife
because I had a question.

One question.

And since she's the only
one who can answer it...

I guess it stays unanswered.

Because I'm not gonna
go through that again.

And neither is she.

Have a nice drive
back to St. Louis.

You should see these.

Not right now, Nancy.

Just read them.

"Experience intimate and
professional sex therapy,

"results guaranteed."

What's going on here
is pretty innocuous.

But Jade told me
about these other clinics,

places that have protocols alarmingly
close to what we do at the clinic.

What you do, I
suppose I should say.

Why would you suppose that?

Because I don't see how we're
going to continue to work together.

God, please don't start.

Your derision
aside... Okay, I...

I just gave you the
Clavermore case.

Because your husband, who
loves you, came in and fought for it

so that I could give it to him,

so that he could give it to you.

I don't... Art did?

We're all trying here,
Nancy. Trying our best.

You ladies enjoy the seminar?

No. No.

How could you
possibly... What'd you...

- I saw it with my own eyes!
- What did you see?

We're not performing
conversion therapy.

Call it what you like, I
saw what was happening.

You were trying to turn a
homosexual into a heterosexual.

Our patient is not a homosexual.

He's a Kinsey three.

Has he had sex with other
men? He's a homosexual.

Well, our supposedly
homosexual patient

happened to achieve an
erection last night with his wife.

Because he was listening to you.

It was you he was
responding to! Listening to me?

That's a supposition!

Well, it's all a supposition.

We can't even agree the
definition of a homosexual.

Well, according to
the Kinsey Scale...

Kinsey's survey has not
been tested rigorously.

Okay, well, then let's
base it on the number

of homosexual experiences
our patient has had.

In which case we can
say with confidence

that he is ambisexual, attracted
to both men and women.

Well, as a recovering
ambisexual myself, I can tell you,

there's no such thing.

Of course there is! Well,
how do we know that?

We don't know.

Where are the numbers to
support it? Where is the data?

This is about more
than one patient.

This needs to be a study.

A study?

We should be
observing homosexuals

exactly the same way
we did heterosexuals.

Collecting data on the four
stages of sexual response.

Studying the physiological
changes during sex.

Conducting detailed
psychological and sexual histories.

Otherwise,

we're just stabbing in the dark.

That could be very interesting.

And as for conversion therapy,

that will never
happen in this office.

There's no cure
for homosexuality.

I know how dangerous
that line of thinking is.

I know where that leads.

Good.

Art, how do you feel
about laying the groundwork

to broaden this into a study?

That would be great.

I can start now.

Well, that's a relief.

I told them that you could never
be involved with conversion.

Something on your mind?

Well, I... I guess I was just
wondering whether there's times when...

When it's better not to know.

If there are just some doors
that should never be opened.

Or do you think it's always
worth pursuing the truth,

no matter what?

Are we still talking
about the study?

Maybe.

In my experience,

the truth can come
at a very high price.

You could lose people
you love, pieces of yourself.

But in the end, it's worth it.

It's worth it to know
where you really stand.

What do you feel?

My shoulder, a
tickle in my shoulder.

Am I... Am I still good...
Am I still good down there?

Yeah. So good. Okay.

Yes.

So good.

That was so good.

You wanna keep
going? 'Cause I could...

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

And I think it's wrong
you're asking me to.

Good for you, you're
getting off on this.

But I got nothing.

That half of me that's
dead, it's still fucking dead.

I can't walk. I
can't... I can't fuck.

But now you want me to do this
with you every night, watch you...

Watch your face while you're
coming? It's fucking cruel.

Fuck, Louise.

It's fucking cruel!

I... Fuck.

All right. I'm coming.

Oh.

Edith.

I just want to know
how you figure in all this.

My husband and I were at
the courthouse this morning.

Turns out there's been a petition
filed by the biological father.

A man who runs a strip club,
although apparently is also a doctor.

Do you know a
Dr. Austin Langham?

Helen didn't get pregnant
by a traveling salesman

passing through town.
She only told you that

because she didn't want
to upset you with the truth.

A little too late for that.

Okay, then.

I know Dr. Langham
through work, yes.

And Helen and I decided together

that he would be
the father of our baby.

He has many fine qualities.

Our daughter had a whole
life that was hidden from us.

This bizarre existence of yours.

It turns out our daughter
was someone we barely knew.

That's not...

That's not true.

The fact that Helen loved me
doesn't change who she was

and how much she loved you.

She was my daughter.

I know.

And now, there's a
baby to think about.

And...

Maybe we can come together

out of our love for Helen and
out of our love for that little...

Do not get near that baby.

You are unfit to raise a child.

You know nothing of being a
mother, you live an aberrant life,

you're alone, and that
strip club owner is a joke.

Do the right thing. For once.

Do not play fast and
loose with this baby's life.

Stop thinking about yourself,

and do what's best for her.

And one of those. The red one.

This one?

Yup.

Virginia.

There's something
we need to discuss.

Can I come in?

You seem upset.

I am.

Scared, even.

Scared? Why? Did something...

Something did happen.

At first, I was just worried
about the competition.

God knows that's out
there now, in spades.

All three of those places
use our exact protocol.

Exact, down to the letter.

Each patient undergoes a detailed
intake, then they move on to sensate.

Each treatment takes
two weeks, same as ours.

Apparently, we supervised this
therapist's graduate work in sexology.

Which brings me to
the bigger problem,

which yesterday
made all too clear.

There are hundreds,
if not thousands,

of suffering patients out
there seeking treatment.

These are innocent people,

Bill, being fed this
misinformation and outright lies.

These are real marriages
on the line here, Bill.

People who have been
together for 30, 40 years,

who have been through
countless ups and downs...

Are you all right? Yes.

What have all the
years and years

of hard work and
good science been for?

If people can now get more
bad information than good?

Well, we're
leaders in this field,

we could be organizing
a regulatory body,

something to handle oversight
of therapists, licensing perhaps.

And in the meantime, we
can start in our own backyard,

investigating these therapists
that are stealing our work.

Put them out of
business. Exactly.

We send a signal to
all of these charlatans

that this type of infringement
will not be tolerated.

So we go in as patients

and we document everything
that's going on in these clinics...

We go in there together? No.

No. Actually, I would rather
that we investigate separately.

We each pick a clinic

and we divide and conquer,

as we've done so
often in this work.

So, here's one in Chicago,
Louisville, and Topeka.

Take your pick.

Well, Topeka's close.

I'll take Topeka.