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The grandparents
made it clear. Family only.

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.

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

Getting the Clavermores
back would go a long way

in making her feel her
work here is valued.

It wouldn't hurt
you either, would it?

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

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

But instead, you
just don't like me.

I like your husband.

Your lifestyle

is hurtful and
unfulfilling to him.

He doesn't dare say it for
fear that you would leave him.

We should be
observing homosexuals

exactly the same way
as we did heterosexuals.

Art, how do you feel
about laying the groundwork

to broaden this into a study?

I can start now.

Bill. It's Dody.

Maybe we should get together.

I can come to you.

William Masters?

I'm expecting someone.

My wife. She's not coming.

Has something happened to Dody?

Aside from you
breaking her heart?

Therapists are
stealing our work.

Put them out of business.

We go in as patients.

We go in there together?

We each pick a clinic.

I'll take Topeka.

You really need to work
on your penmanship, Guy,

I can't tell, after Terre
Haute, do I go north or south?

And I forgot to tell you,

you have to book
Bill's room in Topeka,

and mine in Bloomington

under the same names that you
booked the clinic appointments.

I didn't get that far.

What do you mean? We
both leave in the morning.

I mean, I wasn't able
to book those sessions.

For you or Dr. Bill.

I'm so sorry.

It didn't occur to me when
I sent you the letter that...

But, the last thing I wanna do

is cause you any trouble...

Well, it just so happens, I'm
gonna be in Topeka tomorrow.

It's a last-minute
business trip,

and I was hoping we could meet.

And please bring your husband,

I wanna put his mind at ease
about my intentions. Great.

See you then.

Do you have a minute?

It turns out that these clinics
only treat married couples.

Guy tried to book
individual sessions

at the Toplin Center and
the Cleveland Sex Institute.

No go.

So either we keep looking

for places that do treat singles,
or we send Art and Nancy,

which obviously is
not my preference.

Or we should go to Topeka
together. That makes the most sense.

Okay then.

If the Clavermores
do prove to be

a case of ejaculatory
incompetence,

it won't be sensate
that you recommend.

Manual manipulation by the wife.

Don't worry. I've got
the protocol memorized.

Good.

We're trusting you with them.

Gold star clients.
Potential patrons.

I understand.

You need to make sure
you have the Kinsey sixes

paired with other sixes,

the fives with the
fives, and so on.

Yes. Don't worry. That's built
in the experimental method.

And you have matched
the heterosexual study

and all other essential points?

I have.

I highlighted the route.

Also a few sight-seeing stops.

Laura Ingalls Wilder's
house is along the way.

Are we ready?

Yes. One more thing, Guy...

I know, I am typing
up last week's intakes,

I'm bringing a
casserole to Betty,

and I will get the copier fixed.

Did you manage to make a
copy of the Clavermore file

before the machine broke?

Yes, it's in my office.

I'll go with you.

Women, they keep you waiting.

Or so I'm told.

Nancy, the other day, what
I said about your marriage,

about Art's unhappiness
with the arrangement.

I should not have said that.

I crossed a line.

It's fine. There's no
need to apologize.

I'm glad to know
how Art really feels.

Put on some music, let's dance.

We don't have a hi-fi.

Nance... Nance,
what are you doing?

They've only been
gone for a second.

They might come back.

A life lived in
fear is no life at all.

Oh, it's a comfortable chair.

Let's see, what
would Virginia do?

Oh, I know.

"Art, could you bring me

"every single one of
Nancy's case files?"

She doesn't have time for that.

She's too busy plotting
how to make Bill hers.

Oh, she tell you that?

She didn't have to.

If I know Virginia,

she'll take full
advantage of this trip.

They're posing as
a couple, after all.

They're going through treatment.

I think she's hoping the
Masters and Johnson method

will work on Masters
and Johnson.

It is unbelievable,

the contortions some
women will go through

to bend a man to their will.

She's a world-class gymnast.

I could get used to this.

Mrs. Lavery just sat there
as he took the Irish setter,

both cars, the house on
Long Island, everything.

I was itching to dramatically
bang on the table or something.

Why didn't you?

Who wants to hear
from the peanut gallery?

You have good instincts.

If holding out is in the
best interest of the client,

you talk them
into it, you fight.

There's no such thing
as an easy divorce.

Hell, I've been working through
split number three since '66.

You're still married?

Only on paper. That
remains unsigned.

For three years?

Well, I have an
exceptional lawyer,

but he's exceptional
enough to have a case load

that puts my divorce pretty
far down on his list of priorities.

I see. You are
representing yourself.

I figured I deserved the best.

The best probably would've
settled two years ago.

I'll get around...

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

Open up, let me see.

Oh. You broke a crown.

You think it's possible my
ex-wife planted this walnut shell?

Was that in your food?
God. That is absurd.

Excuse me. Uh, can you send
the manager over here, please?

I gotta get to Doc Sugarman

to either fix this or give
me a fistful of Percodan.

You stay and gripe.

What? Okay.

You'll run someone off
the road, I will drive you.

Easy. Easy.

I'm gonna take
this, for evidence.

Do you think this will still
pick up our conversation

if it's not right at
the top of the bag?

Keller says we have to
get these people on tape

if we wanna pursue
a patent infringement.

What if we tell them
we're hard of hearing,

and they have to speak up?

Maybe that's how we met,

at a mixer for the
hearing impaired.

We do need a cover story.
So, who do you want to be?

I've always wanted
to be an Earl.

Yes, well, I've always
wanted to be a duchess,

but I don't think
it's a good idea

to pose as English nobility.

No, I mean, I've always
liked the name Earl.

Earls are good guys.

Earls can tell you
your tires need air,

just by listening to the engine.

Right. Maybe
something more neutral.

Didn't you buy me a
mustache and a suede jacket?

I think that makes me an Earl.

And you're... Uh...

What color is the
wig you bought?

Blondish.

Ingrid. Ingrid Sorenson.
Ingrid Sorenson MacAfee.

Fine. I will be Ingrid

if you don't talk like

you have a plug of chewin'
tobacky in your cheek.

Hey. What's our issue?

I think you should be frigid.

Don't you think ejaculatory
incompetence would be better?

For whom? Better for us.

After all, we have a very
specific methodology to treat it,

so it's one way that we
could see if these clinicians

are cribbing our protocol.

So, what's our backstory?

Hmm.

Mr. Clavermore suffers from
ejaculatory incompetence.

I have his file.

Why don't we use their history?

A filched identity to
expose a purloined therapy.

I guess two wrongs make
a right in your book, darlin'.

You're not really gonna
talk like that, are you?

Like what? Like a hillbilly.

I'm very good at accents.

Oh. No, you're not. You
just think that you are.

It's like how everyone thinks

that they have good taste.

It can't be true.

How would that
explain lava lamps?

Okay, Clavermores, what
is your inciting incident?

Hi. Dr. Austin Langham.
To see Bill or Virginia?

Langham? You're Betty's friend.

Betty's husband, actually.

So you two did.
You tied the knot.

Yep.

How's Betty doing?

She'll be better
when we get the baby.

And how soon till that happens?

Uh, I've filed for custody.

Hearing's in a few weeks.

Between now and
then I need to prove

that I'm capable of
supporting the baby financially.

Oh. So you came to
pick up Betty's pay check?

Sure, yeah, every
little bit helps,

but actually I'm
here to see the docs

about an exciting new product.

It is the finest men's health
appliance on the market...

The Virility Vacuum.
Patent pending.

It's a penis pump.

Hello, Lester. And yes, in
everyday usage that's correct. But...

May I? Sure, sure.

I see you've gone
back to selling snake oil.

Hoping to repeat your
success at Fat-O-Metric?

Cal-O-Metric, and
this isn't snake oil.

This is a lifesaving
medical product.

It's a cure for impotence that
I've come to offer your patients.

That's not what we
do around here, Austin.

What we do here
is rooted in science.

This is science.
This is hard science.

Guy, don't let him talk
you into buying anything.

He's never liked me.

So, if I could speak
to Bill or Virginia...

Neither of them is in today.

Oh, well. In that case, I
better leave some pamphlets,

maybe even put up a display.

I've got a sandwich
board in my car...

Is that a good idea?

I wouldn't want anyone in need
to miss the chance, you know?

And every dollar I make

goes to helping me and
Betty get the baby back.

So, I'll be right back.

Uh...

Well...

You're the manager
here, correct?

Hair in the soup?

What? No.

I should probably stop
guessing in these situations.

I have a dental bill
to discuss with you.

A customer of yours was
accosted by a stray walnut shell.

Accosted?

He broke a crown.
I'm sure you heard.

I haven't.

But I have heard that
the eggs are too runny,

the coffee's cold.

Listen, I run a diner.

If I handed out money every time

a customer wasn't satisfied...

He's not dissatisfied,
he's disabled.

Oh yeah. That's
rich. He had to miss

half a day in court in
order to have his tooth fixed.

That's what we
refer to as lost wages.

Who's "we"?

I saw you come in
here twice yesterday

'cause you didn't get your
boss' ham loaf on rye quite right.

You're a secretary,
you're not a lawyer,

so you're as able to
take this to court as I am.

Just leave the lawsuits
to those with a degree.

Come on, I need two navy
bean. Let's go. Step it up.

As you can see, all the
treatment rooms are upstairs.

I see you've traveled
quite a ways?

Albuquerque.

Have you ever sought out
any treatment closer to home?

Well, Ingrid and I,

we wanna deal with our
situation aggressively.

It's gone on long enough.

And so when we saw you
offer a one-week program...

Is that really enough time?

It's the first question Harvey
and I are usually asked.

Please sit.

Sounds too good to
be true, doesn't it, Earl?

Go ahead.

May I call you Earl?

Yeah.

Ingrid? We don't
like to be too formal.

We've found

a truly immersive approach
yields the best results.

By taking time out
from your daily lives,

you're making your sexual
relationship a priority.

Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

We'd like you to see
this as a kind of holiday,

an opportunity to
relax and explore,

and fall in love all over again.

And you treat couples
together, as a couple?

Well, there are
parts of the process

we find more productive to
divide up along gender lines.

People are often
more comfortable

speaking to a therapist
of the same sex.

Is that something that
you discovered yourselves,

or is that standard
among therapists?

It's not standard at all.

Years of work with couples
have led us to develop

a very specific technique

that works more quickly
and effectively than others.

What's also unique
is our intake method.

Questionnaire that
covers your sexual history

that functions as the
foundation of our treatment.

Couples learn a lot about
each other during our process.

Often they discover
things they never knew.

Are you ready to begin?

Here you go. Yeah.

We wrote it down
in our questionnaire.

Do we need to go
through it again?

It's helpful to hear
things described out loud,

it's part of the therapy.

Why don't you begin
with the incident

that occurred around
the time you found

you could no longer
orgasm during intercourse?

It was two years ago.

We were in bed making love.

I felt myself getting
closer, about to orgasm.

But then something happened.

I heard a noise,
and the door opened.

And then I saw our
daughter Juliet's youngest...

- Our son, Benjamin.
- Benjamin.

Standing there in the
doorway in his pajamas.

I knew I should stop.

But I couldn't stop. I
was already coming.

And he looked scared.

He thought I was
trying to hurt his mother.

That's how our problem started.

Is that something that
can that be treated?

It is.

Do you masturbate
successfully on your own?

I do. He does.

Good, then we
can skip a few steps

and begin with
teaching you how...

To manually stimulate
your husband.

Once Earl is comfortable
including you in his masturbation,

you can move towards
the second step.

Which involves stimulating
him until he reaches

what we call the first phase of

orgasmic return.

That's when it feels inevitable

to you that you're
going to orgasm.

You then move over him,

into the female-superior
position and capture his penis,

introducing it into
the vaginal canal.

As he ejaculates, you begin
a series of pelvic thrusts.

It's a process that moves
the two of you towards orgasm

without being stopped by any
memory of the triggering event.

Your story is
consistent with a pattern

we find in many cases of
ejaculatory incompetence...

The presence of a
specific traumatic episode

which blocks a man's ability
to ejaculate intravaginally.

He feels too much shame.

Shame's a powerful inhibitor.

Not just to sexual health,
but to true intimacy.

Previously in your
marriage, Earl,

when have you experienced
that kind of shame?

Never.

Never? Really?

No.

Will you forgive me,

but "never" is the kind of word

intended to block further
exploration in its tracks.

So let's stay on
this for a moment.

You've never felt shame
at failing to please her?

You've never come too fast?

Or, on occasion,
not gotten hard?

Perhaps you've had
fantasies that don't involve her,

or you wanted to
engage her in behavior

that you worry she
might consider perverse?

Actually, Marcia,
from the beginning,

my husband and I, we've
had a very satisfying sex life.

We've always been extremely
open with our desires.

Unafraid to express ourselves.

There's nothing that
either of us have wanted

we've hesitated
to ask the other.

Really? So...

Role-playing, positions,
toys, language,

none of it has been off-limits?

That is wonderful.

How lucky you are to
have found each other.

We're very lucky.

Sometimes sexual
dynamism of this sort

launches out of
non-traditional circumstances.

Such as?

Affairs, for one.

The clandestine nature
of a couple's beginnings

might serve as erotic tinder.

Were either of you involved
with other people when you met?

That's a very loud silence.

I was married.

You want to say more about that?

No.

No, Harvey, I don't.

It might help, Earl.

I don't see how.

Perhaps, the shock and
disapproval you fear from your son

is really what you feared
from your former wife,

had she walked in on
you and Ingrid making love.

Perhaps your ejaculatory issues

are a form of penance
for having betrayed her.

No, I don't think
it's that at all.

Maybe the judgment and
condemnation you fear is your own, Earl.

Maybe on some subconscious level

you've decided that you
are undeserving of pleasure,

of a satisfactory resolution
of a happily ever after.

Literally undeserving of
finishing what you started.

Maybe the boy standing
at that door, watching,

is you.

Tomorrow when you come
in you'll have the option

of doing the
exercise at your hotel

or here in one of our
treatment bedrooms

where we can
personally instruct you.

We will prefer to do
them alone in our hotel.

Nina's right,
privacy is best for us.

But I would like to see
the rest of the clinic.

Do you have time
to give us a tour?

Charles... There's no
harm in having a look.

I would be happy to
show you. This way.

How many square
feet is this place?

Four thousand, five?

God, somewhere
in between, I think.

There's another hallway with a
bedroom studio and exam room.

And it's zoned for
the medical arts,

that is a not-for-profit
business,

which means a tax deduction
against the market price.

Is that right?

Shall we take a look?

We'll be doing the
exercises at home.

Your husband seems
to be interested.

Charles is not interested
in the treatment.

He's falling in love.

Oh, don't worry,
not with your wife.

My husband doesn't
fall for other women,

he falls for other businesses.

I thought he was in asbestos.

It's his father's business.

For Charles, it's merely a
fund for other businesses.

A couple weekends ago we
took our grandson to Coney Island.

By the end of the afternoon,
we owned an ice cream parlor.

Nina, they're seeing
eight couples a day

and there's still a
three-month waiting list.

Here in St. Louis,
of all places.

Can you imagine
the business you'd do

if this were New
York or Philadelphia?

I've said the same thing to Art
a dozen times, haven't I, Art?

She has.

Do you know that
Dr. Masters and Mrs. Johnson

are on the road

investigating a pair
of charlatan therapists

who claim to be
using our method?

There're clinics
popping up everywhere.

I keep saying to Art,
"Shouldn't it be us opening one?"

After all, we've been
trained and endorsed

by Masters and
Johnson themselves.

It's a terrific scheme.

You two take the Masters and
Johnson method to the masses.

Yeah. Why make
them come to a town

where there's only
one decent hotel?

We weren't even sure

where to make a
reservation for dinner tonight.

I'm so sorry. We
should've thought of that

and given you suggestions.

The Marmaduke or Le
Dauphine, if you want French.

Alberto's for Italian.

Let's do one better, why
don't you two pick a place

and we'll all have
dinner tonight?

Lovely.

Did you like how they took
credit for the questionnaire,

75% of which is ours?

Protocol's nearly
identical, too.

Even the language
in the hand-out.

"Once the man's interest in
sensate focus has been aroused,

"the woman is encouraged to
manipulate the penis with authority,

"specifically asking for direction
in stimulative techniques."

"With authority" isn't ours.

No, we say "demandingly",
but that hardly matters.

Keller says this is
precisely what we need

to pursue a claim against them.

"With authority" is better
than "demandingly".

I hardly think that anything of

theirs is worth
appropriating, Bill.

Well, they may be thieves.
But they're not quacks.

You have to admit,

they demonstrated a
certain level of insight.

What exactly?

To fabricated circumstances?

Do you really think that the
ejaculatory incompetence

that you don't suffer from

was caused by shame
from your fictional childhood?

It's interesting though,

the suggestion that feeling
undeserving of pleasure

can affect the way a
man perceives himself,

choices he makes.

No. There's
nothing to be learned

from people whose entire
practice is founded in dishonesty.

Anyway, we should
go over the specifics

of what to tell them tomorrow.

So how many times shall we
say I manipulated you to orgasm?

What makes the most sense?

What sounds reasonable? Twice?

We should say twice. I think...

I'm sorry. I'm starving. I
can't even think straight.

I saw a fried chicken
place across the street,

should we get some?

I was thinking of
calling it an early night.

Oh.

Are you sure?

Well, it's been a long day.

Let's go over this
in the morning.

Okay?

Okay.

We're going to take
this to court, right?

And we'll win?

We'll win big. Huge.

Will a judge preside
over a $50 suit?

Suit?

I thought we were in
some kind of role-play.

Which, by the way,
is the only reality

where you could
actually sue the diner.

It was gross negligence for them

to be so cavalier
about their food.

It's not their negligence,
it's product liability.

The negligence is
contributory, meaning...

I know what contributory means.

You can't prove what happened
was entirely the cook's fault.

So you've got nothing.

You only pursue legal action

when you know the tort
in question is egregious.

But those cases don't exist.

That is not true.

And I'll give you
a perfect example.

A woman who carries on an
affair with husband's intern.

Mmm. The fault in the
divorce is clearly hers.

And yet, the ex-wife
has the gall to demand...

She's not your ex. Not yet.

So when you said you hadn't
gotten around to the divorce,

what you meant is you're
refusing to negotiate.

She doesn't want to negotiate,
she knows what she wants.

The canoe I built,

the suit of armor I
bought on our honeymoon,

the jade earrings passed
down by my grandmother.

What are you gonna do
with jade earrings? Hmm?

What does it matter?

You want a clear
case, this is it.

This is when you take a stand.

Over trinkets?

You want to bring
a diner financial ruin

over a $50 dental bill.

It's the principle.

The difference is, I
have the law on my side.

I can't say the same about you.

Hello, Billy.

It's you.

Uh...

Just you? Your husband...

Oh. No. Nathan's not coming.

He thought it would be
awkward. The three of us.

So, he's all right?
Because last week...

I think you asking
him to join us

made him feel
comfortable declining.

Shall we?

I made a reservation at a
very nice Italian restaurant.

At least, I think it's
nice. I've never been.

All I know is it's dark.

I wanted someplace dark because,

well, 30 years is a long time.

Stop it. Come on,
you look lovely.

Oh. You're going to need a tie.

It's that kind of place.

I'm not sure I brought a tie.

Maybe there's one
stuffed away in my suitcase.

Come in, please, won't you?

Tie...

We could go someplace else.

Or we could just stay in.

Oh, there's a fried chicken
place across the street.

It doesn't matter to me.

Why don't we have
a conversation here?

Get some things out of the way.

Okay.

Your husband said
that I broke your heart

all those years ago.

Honestly, I don't
know what I did.

Unless, maybe you saw my
note as some kind of joke?

Your note?

The note I sent
you at the hospital.

With the roses. The two
dozen long-stemmed roses?

There was no note. No roses.

No, the roses I
left at the hospital,

it was after visiting hours,
so I gave them to the nurse,

and told her to prop the note
up where you'd be sure to see it.

Well, she didn't.
I didn't get it.

And I didn't understand
what I had done.

Why you pulled away.

Well, I was waiting for
you to say something.

And when you didn't...

You should have said
something. Why didn't you?

I thought you were telling me
something with your silence.

But I loved you.
Couldn't you see that?

I guess, I must have had
a hard time believing that.

Believing that a girl like you

would ever see something
worthwhile in me.

What did the note say?

What does it matter now?

Because I wanna know

if I might have had
an entirely different life.

With a different man.

Did you ask me a
question in that letter, Billy?

I did.

I would have said yes.

Need a hand? Oh.

Do you mind?

Not at all.

Glad for the distraction.

I'm just waiting for my wife.

Oh. Did you have a nice stay?

No, we didn't...

She doesn't know I'm here.

I taught her how to drive,

but she never got the
hang of the rear-view mirror.

You followed her?

She told me she was
going to Darla Barroli's house

to help organize the book drive.

And before she left
the house tonight,

I saw her try on two dresses
and three shades of lipstick.

Wonder if she
did that for Darla,

or if the book drive
is now headquartered

in the Jojim Arms, room 211?

211?

You sure? He's an
old boyfriend of hers.

No, he's more than that.

If she were here she'd probably

tell you he's the
love of her life.

Hell, I thought we
were happy, you know?

I mean, should I have
brought her flowers

more than just on
her birthday? Sure.

Do I watch the TV out
of the corner of my eye

while she's going on
about her piano students?

Sometimes. Okay, fine.

But not all the time.

I try. I do.

He's, like, this
big shot doctor.

Like a sex doctor,
can you believe?

Jesus Christ. Guy's
probably doing stuff...

And you're just sitting
here? Letting it happen?

Why? What would you do?

Kick the door in?

Pull her out of there?

I'd teach that guy to
keep his hands off my wife.

Maybe I will.

You should. I
would if I were you.

I wish you would say something.

It would be better
than all this silence.

Just tell me what
you're thinking.

All right. you wanna
know what I'm thinking?

Yeah. Here's what I'm thinking.

I think by agreeing
to dinner with patients,

you overstepped every boundary

of your professional
relationship with them.

As if that weren't bad enough,

you spent half the
meal talking about

the ways the clinic, where
you're a trusted worker,

could be managed better.

It's... I don't know what
the word for it is. Uh...

Indecent, maybe? Shameful?

First of all, we had to
say yes to dinner, Art.

It was clear they were
nervous about the treatment,

and seeking a deeper
therapeutic bond.

It would have been
unprofessional and unkind not to go.

You were angling. Trying
to impress on a very rich man

he should invest in
our version of a clinic.

I... That's not what I...

Do you remember that ski
vacation we took at Tremblant?

Second year of med school.

You were gonna be
evicted from your apartment.

Remember, you got on the lift
with that couple from Westmount,

you didn't know them?

Yeah, they needed a house
sitter, and I needed a house.

Most people do not come away

From a five-minute
chairlift ride

with a two-year lease on
a Mount-Royal penthouse.

So I'm not most people. So what?

Come on, that was mutually
beneficial, which this could be too.

So you admit you were angling?

Yeah. He took the
lead and I followed.

Would've been a fool not to.

Come on. You have to admit that

we've been treated
terribly at this clinic.

Our talents have been
overlooked and undermined

by a lounge singer
with a degree in typing.

That woman trusted
us with these clients.

And we've been asked to take
the lead on the homosexual study.

That's an exciting
piece of research

which will yield a
paper, or two or three.

A year from now, our names will
be beside Masters and Johnson

in respected medical journals.

Shouldn't our names
stand on their own,

especially if we're
doing most of the work?

Come on, Art, you
studied at Kinsey,

you know more about
homosexuality than either of them do.

Why not do this
study at our own clinic?

Because we aren't
liars or thieves.

I'm not, anyway.

And I am not ready

to leave the clinic when
we've barely begun our tenure.

And I'm not willing to put
up with as much as you are.

I'm sorry.

How I must look.

Raccoon eyes?

And here, I wanted to
take your breath away.

As if I still could.

I'm sure you take your
husband's breath away.

He doesn't look at me.

Or he does. He just...

He doesn't see me, you know?

He goes somewhere, drifts
away, when I'm talking to him.

So I've just stopped.

Hmm. All that
silver in your hair.

What troubles brought that on?

Have you had a happy life?

I'm not sure I know
how to be happy.

I'm trying.

I'm trying to learn.

One thing is clear.

I need to stop falling in love
with women who don't love me.

But that isn't our story.
You know that now.

Ah.

Is that the story
of your marriage?

No.

There was someone else.

Another woman.

Well, I thought
she didn't love me.

Maybe, the problem
was I was thinking,

"How could she
possibly love me?"

Oh, God.

Did that uncertainty
come from me?

Maybe I could...

Would you let me
make it up to you?

I'd like to try.

Dody, no...

No, I didn't come here for that.

I see.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

You're sorry.

Well, I'm embarrassed.

No, don't be. Rejected again.

No misunderstanding this time.

Don't talk like
that. I should go.

No, Dody, please. It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm just a silly woman

who's read too many
romance novels.

Good luck to you, Bill.

Maybe the next woman
who wants to love you,

you'll be brave
enough to let her.

It's open.

So I've made some notes.

Uh...

We'll say we had
three encounters.

First one when we got
back from the session,

unsuccessful.

A protracted plateau phase.

Although we can't
say plateau, of course.

You stayed in all night?

Uh. Yes.

Then I thought I'd say there
was a sensation of inevitability

that subsided after
about two minutes...

I know this all
sounds very technical,

but we can work on the language.

You weren't alone,
though, were you?

You had a visitor.

Uh...

Yeah, an old friend
dropped by last night.

Dody. She lives nearby.

I've never heard you
speak of her before.

Well, we've only just recently
renewed our acquaintance.

So should we say that we
had another go around...

I don't know. What do you
think, about three hours later?

Using the lotion this time...

Were you lovers?

Uh. We were. A long time ago.

Last night?

No.

I don't believe you.

Well, it's the truth.

Whether you choose
to believe it or not.

Why would I?

The fact that you hid her
very existence from me,

that it took me
asking you for you

to even reveal
that she stopped by.

I'm not an idiot.

But is she the reason
why we came here?

To Topeka?

Because you wanted to see her?

Do you have
feelings for her, Bill?

Because if you do, I
think that I deserve...

God.

Look at me. I'm...

Is this what it's like?

Is this how it feels?

How what feels?

I'm not...

I've never been this
person before, Bill. I don't...

I can't sleep, and I stay
up all night wondering,

imagining what's going on
on the other side of the wall.

It's fucking awful.

How many times did I
make you feel this way?

Once or twice.

Or 1,000 times.

I'm so sorry.

Ms. Masters, attorney-at-law.

I never called myself that.

She may have made assumptions.

Going to my wife?
Pretending to be my lawyer?

That wasn't my intention.

I went to see if her
bottom line had changed

after a year of
being stonewalled.

I built that stone
wall very intentionally.

It was hard work.

You think there wasn't
a long-term strategy?

No, Bram. I think your
strategy is to punish her.

Trust me, I understand.

I spent 10 years with a husband
who smelled of another woman.

I've had the moral high ground.

And the truth is,
knowing you're right

is the worst weapon that
you can have in an argument.

It makes it
impossible to let go.

This is why we hire attorneys.

So that cooler
heads will prevail.

And what assets has your
cooler head secured for me?

Give up the Cadillac.
You never drive it.

And the jade earrings.

You got her to give
up the suit of armor?

I subtly suggested you
couldn't part with the car,

so, naturally, it became the
only thing that she cared about.

Huh.

Screw the cooler head, you've
got actual negotiating skill.

It's a wonder you couldn't

settle amicably with the diner.

I don't want to be amicable.

I realize that bringing a
$50 dentist bill to court

is ridiculous,

but I couldn't
help but fantasize

seeing myself
standing in a courtroom.

I mean, I sit at
that desk all day,

and I sit in the
back of rooms as

wives get taken
in their divorces.

And the idea of standing
up in front of a judge,

even in small claims court is...

Intoxicating.

Completely.

Have you ever heard
of a woman my age

um,

taking classes, or
going back to school?

It's not common.

But there's not much
about you that is.

Anytime between noon and 4:00.

Yes, the homosexual study
is completely anonymous.

Okay, happy to help.

You've been doing a brisk
business, not a single pamphlet left.

Haven't seen anyone take one.

They must've done it
when you weren't watching.

Yeah, sadly, there's still a
stigma attached to impotence.

Not that I've suffered from it.

Don't even bother
putting those out.

I threw the last batch
out. I'll do those too.

Why would you do that?

Weren't you listening yesterday?

A penis pump is precisely
the kind of nonsense gadget,

the kind of Band-Aid solution

the Foundation doesn't condone.

Well that makes no sense.

You got a broken arm,

you don't walk around with it
hanging from your shoulder.

Broken pecker, why not fix it?

I'm sure Bill and
Virginia would agree.

No. They wouldn't.

If you'd any idea
what we're doing here,

you would know that.

I know exactly
what you're doing.

I was a part of the
work before you.

I was patient M0001. Remember...

I know what that is.

You were a volunteer?
I was the first volunteer.

Volunteer isn't
even the right word.

Pioneer, that's the word.

Neil Armstrong? He's
got nothing on me.

You don't think you're
being self-aggrandizing?

One small step for man.

I've thought about volunteering.

You won't regret it.

It's not just the
contribution to science,

it's meeting someone
anonymously,

connecting with them physically

to see how your parts fit
together, no strings attached.

Well, okay, there are wires,

but, man, that just heightens
the whole experience.

Honestly, it was the
best sex of my life.

And the first blonde
they paired me with?

Oh. What a bombshell. She was...

She was gorgeous and
she was built and, like...

God damn it, was she
ready to go, you know...

Oh!

You asshole. That
blonde is my wife!

Going over the data?

It's very preliminary of course,

but the homosexual
couples take a longer time

in the prelude to
sexual connection and...

You're going somewhere?

I'm leaving early.

I'm going to meet
Mr. Clavermore.

I turned it off.

Was that a good idea?

If they figure it out,
they can fire me.

Or I'll quit.

Mr. Clavermore has
found a building for us.

Since yesterday?

He's had his eye
on it for some time.

Now he's brought
his lawyer to town

so we can begin to talk
about terms for a partnership.

Before you say
anything, let me say,

I know that you don't
want to leave this place.

That you feel valued
and fulfilled here.

And I'm glad about that.

Because, Art, I
want you to be happy.

I have always wanted
you to be happy.

That sounds ominous.

I'm going to take
this opportunity, Art,

and I know you don't want to,

but maybe that's okay.

Maybe it's time that
we let each other go.

You're talking
about splitting up?

I'm not happy.

I haven't been for a long time.

I'm sorry if this hurts,

but I need to be
honest with you.

I'm tired of pretending.

Pretending what?

That I can continue to
stomach our "arrangement",

that I still want to
be with other men,

and that I don't mind you
being with other women.

You don't want me to
be with other women?

I know that before
we got married,

I was the one who
insisted on this setup.

But I didn't know that

when you wake up with
someone every morning,

pour each other coffee,

split the newspaper,

that you want to go to bed
with that person every night too.

You want to be monogamous.

But I know that that
would be constricting,

I know how much you love
the openness and variety

that swinging brings...

I love you more, Nancy.

You mean you'd give up
being with other women?

Yes.

Then this offer from
Mr. Clavermore is like kismet.

It could not be more perfectly
timed, don't you see that?

We have the chance
to go someplace

where nobody knows us,

where we don't have
friends or colleagues

who think of us as swingers.

We can make a fresh
start, the two of us together.

At our own clinic...

In New York.

I think the first time
we tried was my fault...

We don't say "fault", Ingrid.

I was too tentative.

Did you give feedback, Earl?

Tell her what felt good to you?

Sometimes, if you put
your hand over hers,

it allows you to direct the pace
and intensity of her stroking.

Yes, I did that the
second time. And the third.

So, three times.

And you were
able to ejaculate...

Twice.

Well, good job, you two.

Outstanding. How do you feel?

We're very encouraged.

Looking forward to what's next.

So, orgasmic inevitability
followed by intromission?

Earl's been reading up.

Yeah.

Just anxious to get this
show on the road, so to speak.

Well, first things first.

It's not a show.

That's the wrong
way to think about it.

You won't be performing for us.

In fact, most couples
say after a few minutes,

they completely
forget we're even there.

Even where?

In the room with us?

No, no. HARVEY: No.

Of course not. No, no, no.

Because it sounded as if...

Marcia and I

observe you and Ingrid
from behind a two-way mirror.

You can derive the benefit of

our step-by-step instruction

without our being too intrusive.

I don't understand.

I thought that you were going to

send us back to the
motel with exercises.

You've made great strides
by your own account.

Let's use that momentum
to take the next step.

I don't think we're...
Well, I'm not ready for that.

I think you are,
Earl. I know you are.

How about you just
tell us what to do,

and we'll report back?

Yeah, but this is how we've

been able to yield the results
we have in so short a time.

But other therapists... Frankly,

take twice as long and
charge twice as much.

The process doesn't
have to be so drawn out.

In fact, we've found,

if you hold up intercourse
as this big event that requires

weeks of training, the
psychological pressure

that causes can be destructive.

I'm sorry, but no.

Fine.

If it's not for you,
it's not for you.

We certainly won't force you.

But if you aren't willing to
trust us or our approach,

I think you have
to ask yourselves,

why did you come
here in the first place?

Honey, maybe we
should discuss this.

Can we have a moment alone?

Certainly. Of
course. Absolutely.

Take all the time you need.

It's out of the
question. Bill...

I'm not going to... They...

They should not be having
couples coupling this soon anyway.

Two days into the treatment...

We are not here

to critique their methodology.

We're here to see
what they've stolen.

We've done that. So you
just want to walk away now?

Yeah.

I guarantee you we will
not be the first patients

to balk at being observed.

We've seen it ourselves.

We don't know if they've
co-opted our entire protocol.

Our questionnaire,
yes. A few exercises.

We have a very specific
technique for intromission.

If they employ it... I...

Virginia, I can't, okay?

We've done this
countless times before, Bill,

and for a higher purpose
than our pleasure.

There's nothing
different now. I...

Why did we come here,

if not to amass enough
evidence to protect our legacy?

What are you afraid
is going to happen?

It's just sex, Bill.

All by your lonesome.

Art's staying late at work.

What about Cissy?

She's in Cincinnati for
a realtor's conference.

I could open a bottle of white,
maybe order in some Chinese.

How's your hand?

How's his face?

I got him good, didn't I?

It really felt like I connected.

You did. You definitely did.

I'm sure there's gonna
be some bruising.

Or worse.

I shouldn't have
let him off so easy.

After what he
said. About my wife.

'Course coming from someone
like Langham's intellect,

that was practically poetry.

I hope you're not
gonna listen to him

about volunteering
for the study?

I just thought I'd just fill in the
form, and see if they take me.

They'll take you.

I've watched 877
couples have sex

on the other side of the glass.

Most of them I never saw again,

so I can't say that I know
what happened to them.

But some, like Langham,

I know exactly what came next.

It screwed him up.

His marriage crashed
and burned, he lost his kids.

Langham has other kids,
besides the baby with Helen?

Three.

Four, actually.

He knocked up one
of the girls in the study.

That's what I'm saying.

But I'm not married,

and I'm not going to
get anyone pregnant.

No, it's not just that.

Ever since Jane
was in the study,

she treats sex like
it's a performance.

The curtain goes up,

and she's on stage
in a starring role.

Why else would she marry the man

on the other side of the glass?

Because she loves you?

No.

Because I'm her audience.

I have front row seats,

a lifetime booking to her drama.

Crushes, affairs, break-ups...

I'm sorry.

But you've been doing
this work for years.

You're telling me you
don't believe in the work?

I do.

I believe in the science.

Just like I'm glad
there's a polio vaccine,

but I wouldn't want to
be the rat that tried it first.

Listen to me, throw that away.

You don't know what's real
and what's a performance

when there's someone watching.

Doing it behind the
glass, it changes you.

Now, Ingrid, take hold of Earl,

and begin to
manually stimulate him.

No. Look at each other.

Ingrid, connect with him.

Earl, show her what
feels good to you.

Good. Tell her
when you're close.

Now, Ingrid, move over
him into female superior.

Now, keep hold of
him, continuing to

stimulate him while
you put him inside you.

I love you.