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Previously on Masters of Sex...

Can I tell you a
secret, Allison?

This person that
I've always been...

That person is fading away.

I'm going to stay.

Allison and her friends
are walking to the festival.

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

At our own clinic...

Bill and Virginia might object

to the number of
follow-up appointments.

Nancy and I have
an idea for a book.

I'm confident we can
work something out.

I'm pregnant.

Nance, this is... I don't
know who the father is.

It's Art.

I'm very careful
about these things.

I use condoms
with everyone else.

You came for treatment?

I'm so surprised that you
got Mom to go along with this.

She has no idea.

We've always just leapt into
the unknown, the work, sex...

The only thing we
haven't tried is just being.

And having a life
together means being all in.

Till death do us part.

♪ There's a bright, golden haze

♪ On the meadow

♪ There's a bright, golden haze

♪ On the meadow

♪ The corn is as high

♪ As an elephant's eye

♪ And it looks like

♪ It's climbin' right up

♪ To the sky ♪

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?

I was dreaming that
we were at our wedding,

and Mr. Sammy
Davis, Jr. Was singing.

Hmm.

Hmm. Hmm.

Oops.

Mmm-hmm.

I was thinking

we could do this
at Hef's mansion.

In the grotto? Underwater?

Yes, our vows
could be in bubbles.

With all our guests
naked and in inner tubes.

I did read about a bride once

that appeared in
a puff of smoke.

Luckily, we have plenty of
time to sort out the details.

For now, I'm going to slip
out before your kids wake up.

I don't want them
to see me like this.

Yes.

Yeah, it would be a bad
idea for you to surprise them.

Yes, and like a wedding,
telling our kids takes planning.

Not unlike telling my parents.

You do remember you have an
intake with them this morning, right?

Hmm?

Counseling my future in-laws.

That is a recipe for...

Helping me?

Putting my mind at ease?
Thank you so much for doing it.

What?

Nothing.

I'm happy.

Is that your car?

No, my van.

Got it from a guy named Patches,

who I met at the Jewish
Community Center

where the nuns were
giving out sandwiches.

Of course.

Right. We looked
for you on the news

but with all the mud and rain...

There's a reason people
my age aren't hippies.

Not that I regret
a single moment.

Have you been staying here all week
while Bill's been watching the kids?

No. No, I just...

I stayed last night for dinner.

All the kids were together,

then George came
to pick up Lisa.

I meant to go home...

It's okay, Gin,

if you and Bill
are together now.

Actually, Libby,

we're getting married.

You're the first person to know.

I'm glad.

I really am.

My only concern is the children,
and that they'll be confused.

They don't know yet, obviously.

I was actually
hoping that you and I

could figure that out together,

how to tell them.

World is a curious place.

Hi!

Hi, you!

Hi! I missed you, I missed you.

I missed you! Hi, Gini!

Gini's back!

Hi, you.

After all these years.

Well, congratulations.

Thank you.

The both of you.

It's like a fairy
tale come true.

Who is your wedding planner?

Wedding...

No, I think that Bill
and I are at a point

where we don't need...

No. A wedding planner
is an absolute must.

You cannot be pulling your hair

with a million
details on the day.

Then maybe you
would like the job.

And, Barton, we were hoping
you would stand as our witness.

I'd be nothing short of honored.

I'll start pulling out all my
bride magazines today.

You subscribe?

The happiest occasion
on Earth is a wedding.

It's the one thing
that gives us all hope.

Mr. and Mrs. Eshelman.

Yes, of course.

The first thing
we do is an intake.

And what are we
taking in, exactly?

I think he means
a questionnaire.

Let's have Bill
explain what he means

rather than us guessing.

Harry's right, essentially.

It is a questionnaire.
An extensive one.

Asking about?

A range of things.

Childhood history,
a sense of self.

What sensual stimuli
can elicit a response.

So we start with your
current sexual difficulties.

All my current sexual
difficulties are called marriage.

Well, Edna's humoring
me by coming here.

I'm in the middle
of a session, Lester.

And I'm humoring my daughter.

May I see that?

Look, I know the treatment works

only if both people
want to be here.

"Other than intercourse,

"how have you sought
to pleasure your partner?"

You cannot be asking me
what I think you're asking.

We do separate you and Harry

to answer these questions,

so if you are feeling
self-conscious...

"With what frequency do you
use masturbatory release?"

Honestly, Mother.

Honey, Bill is here to help us.

But how does this help?

All this spilling your
guts about private things,

things that belong in the
bedroom or in a confessional,

when none of it does
any good anyway.

I beg to differ, Edna.

We have seen hundreds
of cases where it does...

By yanking everything
out into the open

and picking it apart
like scavengers.

With all due respect, what
you and Virginia are doing here,

do you realize you cannot put
the genie back into the bottle?

The secret things,
the ugly things.

Once you say them out
loud, there they are, for good.

"Masturbatory release."

I'd sooner fly to the moon.

I've done my best for 40
years to be a good wife.

Why isn't that enough?

You know me, Harry,

and you know

that what you're
asking here is too much.

I can't do this.

Well, if Edna's done,

then so am I.

She might wake up tomorrow
and feel differently about this.

I am done being
made to feel that

wanting sex in
my life is a crime.

That wanting to be
touched makes me a burden.

I'm done with the marriage.

Edna and I are over.

Daddy.

Daddy, I know this
has been tough,

but you can't leave Mom.

As difficult as she's being...

What makes you so
sure that I'm leaving?

Just the way that
you both stormed out.

You were listening to us?

Gini, that is just wrong.

No, we record
all of the sessions.

It's a common practice.

The point is, Mom
loves you. Loves me?

We would be in
Bill's office right now

trying to work this out...

Our therapy is tough
medicine for a lot of people.

It's prying. Often embarrassing.

You're going to denigrate
your own life's work

just to defend her.

She's 61 years old.

She'll be devastated
if you leave.

Honey, please!

Why are you fighting so hard?

You can't break up.

So, you drive each
other crazy. So what?

There are worse things,

like eating dinner alone every
night or waking up in an empty bed.

Growing old all by yourself,

that is a terrifying
prospect, Daddy,

one that you clearly
have not thought through.

And with two failed
marriages of your own,

haven't you made peace
with that possibility?

My mind is made up, Gini.

I want you to respect that.

Dad, wait. Dad, please...

I need to talk to you.

Now is absolutely
not the time, Art.

I'm afraid it is.

I'm not sure we understand.

What I'm saying is
Nancy is planning

to open her own
clinic in New York.

She intends to use the
Masters and Johnson techniques.

She's gone through your
files and taken patient names.

Especially the influential
and wealthy ones.

She has also made
a deal with Bob Drag

to write a book
about homosexuality

based on the work
we've been doing here.

Where is Nancy now?

She's been in New York all week,

signing papers for office space.

Not your space, too?

I find it hard to believe
you're not beside her.

I was, but I'm not anymore.

I've had to face some hard truths
about myself and my marriage.

And who Nancy and I
are... Were to each other.

So your marriage is also ending.

Well, this has been
quite a morning.

I'm sorry, Art.

Of course. I'm sorry, too.

You didn't deserve this.

To have your work stolen
and your trust betrayed.

I just want to say I'm sorry.

I'm hoping it's not too late.

In a breach this serious,

there's a series of steps
that must be enacted.

And the first step is
change all the locks.

Or I'm gonna go stand guard.

Yes. Lester, you see to that.

In the meantime, one of us
needs to search Nancy's office.

Maybe she kept files or lists.

We'll also search her house,

which will require a search
warrant, unless Art lets us in.

I'm sure Art would, but
he's already moved out.

I cannot believe
Nancy would do this.

This is not the woman I know.

Unfortunately, it's
often a trusted employee

that's got the position
to do the most damage.

Art mentioned she's
reached out to patients.

So we'll call them back,

make it clear if
they've heard from her,

that she's under investigation.

I'm happy to make the calls.

Expose the little traitor.

As for this book.

We'll need to get
to Drag quickly,

make it clear that if
there's going to be a book,

it'll come from us and us only.

Or Little, Brown could
be facing legal action.

In any event, let's not lose
sight of the important thing.

The wedding.

I, for one, can juggle wedding
plans and a criminal investigation

at the same time.

The wedding? What wedding?

Uh...

Well, this is hardly the
time to tell you, Lester,

but Virginia and I
are getting married.

Am I the only one that
doesn't know about this?

I didn't know. But
hats off, you two.

Everyone will be invited.
We want it to be a celebration.

Despite all the
unpleasantness now.

Yes, indeed. Nice, rich pageant.

Okay, then, let's get to work.

I do wish you the very best.

And I hope that you won't find
marriage is the soul-crushing,

testicle-shrinking, never-ending
abyss of misery that I have.

No, I was enquiring
about the three-bedroom.

And where is Telegraph Avenue?

Close to campus and
the local elementary?

Yes, I'll hold.

I understand late registration,
but not too late, I hope.

Thank you, that'd be perfect.

And what about a student ID?

All right then, I will stop
by the registrar's first thing.

As I live and breathe.

Last time I saw you, you
were walking up a road

with a bunch of stoned hippies
to listen to music for a little while.

You said a little
while. I didn't.

You were gone a week,
Libby. I was worried.

You were? Well,
you didn't have to be.

See?

Here I am, and I'm fine.

Okay, then. I missed you.

A lot.

Did you?

And when you say,
"A lot," Counselor,

what exactly do you mean?

If I didn't love you so
much, I'd have you declared

non compus mentus.

Come now. On what grounds?

This ridiculous van!

It smells like patchouli,
and it's lined with hemp.

Beg your pardon, I got
a very good deal on it.

You own this revolting jalopy?

I traded my diamond
and pearl earrings for it.

Is this what a midlife
crisis looks like?

I prefer to think of
it as an awakening.

This is an urgent message
for Mrs. Landsman.

If Dr. Leveau contacts you,

she will be violating the
law. Please call us back.

We want six keys. Six only.
All stamped, "Do not duplicate."

Nancy, it's Barton.

Hoping to speak
to you. This is...

Well, it's all very
confused here right now.

I suppose I'm hoping that
what Art said to Bill and Virginia

about your plans, about...

I trust it's not true.

You can straighten this out.

So, please.

Please call me. This is very...

Dr. Nancy Leveau, we have a
warrant here to search the premises.

I hope you're not expecting
me to invite you in, are you?

I don't need an invitation.

I have a warrant.

You do know that the second
you step foot in your new clinic

and use one word
of our protocol,

or attempt to treat
any of our patients,

or publish a book using
any of our research,

we will come after you, Nancy.

So fast, your doors will
close before they even open.

On what grounds?

I mean, you closing our doors.

Not only can we
open our own clinic,

we can also say we trained at
the Masters and Johnson Institute.

Because we did.

You might want to check with Art

before you get
too cozy as a "we."

Legally, you have nothing.

I never signed that
non-disclosure agreement.

So your conscience is clear.

Like a shark doesn't think twice

about the thing it
chews up in its path,

because that's what sharks do.

And who would understand
that better than you, Virginia?

We are very similar, you and I,

except that I know where
this winds up for me.

I will end up alone, and I
have made my peace with that.

What you don't see is
that you'll end up alone, too.

That's another
miscalculation on your part,

because Bill and I,
we're getting married.

So, while you'll
end up on your own,

newly divorced and
mired in lawsuits,

we will be the poster
couple for sex therapy.

Excuse me, Mrs. Johnson, I'll
need you to verify any property

that might belong to you
or the clinic, as I proceed.

Excuse me.

You won't find
anything, Virginia.

Not your property, not
even your happy ending.

So, he was just sitting there,

cooking on a little hibachi,

but it wasn't until one of his
students told me who he was

that we actually spoke.

You're still thinking
about work?

I'm sorry, it's just been a day.

But it's your turn, so...

There he is.

Dr. Phillips, the law
guru. Dr. Phillips.

Squatting in a field,
listening to Joan Baez...

Baez. Baez.

Grilling hot dogs.

Grilling mushrooms
from the woods nearby.

That sounds potentially fatal.

My point is

Dr. Phillips, Professor Emeritus
of Public Law at Berkeley,

he sat me down on that
tarp, and he encouraged me.

Well, actually, he inspired
me to come out and enroll.

He even pulled some
strings on my behalf.

Enroll?

In... Law school.

Dr. Phillips says there is no
greater calling than the law.

I mean, forget the local college

where it'll take me
six years to get my JD.

No, I have to take up the law
with an undiminished passion.

Dr. Phillips says... I'm sorry,

just forget Dr. Phillips
for one second.

What...

What are you saying? Law school

in Berkeley? Mmm-hmm.

California? Libby, how
would you look after the kids?

They would come
with me, of course.

What? No, you...

You can't take my children.

I'm not taking our children.

We'd make time
for you to come visit.

We would come
back here regularly.

You can't be serious.

It has taken me years, decades,

to finally discover
some path forward,

a way to find happiness.

And I'm very glad for you,

and now it is time for my
life to fall into place, too.

Which is something
you can do here. Jesus!

You can't just drop this piece
of news into polite chit-chat.

What're you
thinking? Here we go.

Are you gonna make
me fight you for our kids?

I'm sorry, "Fight"? I have
no intention of fighting you.

What'll the kids think
if I don't fight for them?

That I don't care about
them, or love them?

I will not have them think that.

You worry how it looks?

I'm concerned about them!

I've been trying so
hard to win them back.

To not have them hate me.

It's hardly my fault that you
spent years as an absent father.

Don't throw that in my face.

And why shouldn't I?

Why should I pay again
for your selfishness?

Who was that?

I'll check the children.

John! Jesus. Stop!

John, what are you doing?

I don't want to hear it!

I'm sick of your arguing!

Okay, okay, just come here.

Look, I am so sorry, John,
that you had to hear that.

All we were doing
is trying to sort out...

I know what you
were sorting out.

But I'm not moving.

I'm staying in St.
Louis with you.

With me?

It's the right thing to do.

The right thing? For whom?

You don't have friends.

You won't have Mom,

and if I leave,

you'll have no one.

You'll be all alone.

So that's why you want to stay?

No one, not even you,
deserves to be alone like that.

Well, you should know

that I'm not gonna be alone.

I do have someone.

Virginia.

Aunt Gini?

What do you mean? I
mean, we're together.

In love.

We're gonna get married.

Look, I know that must
seem strange to you,

given all the years that

Aunt Virginia has been
a part of our family,

and how close
you've been to Tessa.

This whole time,
you've loved her?

I did.

How could you do that?

What you have to understand

is that the last thing I wanted
was to hurt your mother.

But you did. Why?

Because grown-up lives are
just impossibly complicated.

Because I loved Virginia.

And as much as I tried, I just
couldn't change that feeling.

Well, then, you weren't
trying hard enough.

I was, John.

Look, I'm not saying I'm
blameless. It's far from it.

I have made many mistakes.

But that doesn't mean
there isn't love in it.

I love you.

And Jenny and Howie.

And I did love your
mother. I still do.

But

not in that way.

No. No, that way...

That's how I love Virginia.

So, the good news is

you don't have to stay here
because you're worried about me.

I won't then.

Mom will really need my help
if we're moving so far away.

You know, John...

You don't have to feel
so responsible for adults.

Let them figure out their
problems for themselves.

You can just be a boy.

No.

I really can't.

I've been looking
everywhere for you.

A Mai Tai is made from
pineapple, limes, and cherries.

Maraschino, but still.

It's practically a health drink.

Is Daddy upstairs in the room?

No, he's off somewhere

planning his new life
as an old bachelor.

Mom, I'm...

I'm so sorry.

I can't imagine...

What a relief it is?

You don't mean that.

No one understands
their parents.

Doesn't matter
what age they are,

they always look at them
from the point of view of a child.

Look, I understand
that you're upset,

and I'm here to support you.

And, yes, you and
Daddy, you had a bad day,

but that doesn't
necessarily mean the end.

The one thing that your father
and I do agree on, at the moment,

is our bafflement

over why you are so
determined to keep us together.

Fine. You want to
know one reason?

Bill and I are getting married.

We want to have the
ceremony next month.

Now, obviously, we'd like
you and Daddy to be there.

Maybe both of you can
walk me down the aisle,

apparently that's
in fashion lately,

according to Guy,
my wedding planner.

That's a mistake, honey.

He says everybody has
a wedding planner now.

I meant getting married.

For decades, I have
tended to your father's needs.

And the truth is I
am done with sex.

I have been for years.

The thought that I
can now crawl into bed

without being poked and pawed,

just me, alone, with
a book, in peace.

This from the woman that
told me to nail Bill down,

I believe were your words.

I was speaking from fear,
which I no longer have.

And really, Virginia,

given your age and
all you've been through,

do you really need another
failed marriage on your ledger?

Forty years, tossed
on the trash heap.

And she was happy.

Or drunk.

I wouldn't take anything
she said tonight as gospel.

You didn't hear her.

Between imagining my
parents at the wedding

and cleaning up the mess
that Nancy left behind,

maybe we should push the wedding
down the road a bit. Six months?

When planning it doesn't
feel so overwhelming.

Then let's not plan.

Let's do it tomorrow.

I'm serious.

Just us, and not tell a soul.

No, we can't do it that way.

Why not? Because...

It's as if we have walked
across broken glass,

barefoot, for years,
to get to this point.

And we have to
celebrate after all that.

We only have to do what we want.

Look around us, Virginia.

My kids are moving
halfway across the country,

your parents'
marriage is falling apart.

People we trusted
have betrayed us.

What do we really
have but for each other?

Of course we have each other...

So why shouldn't our
marriage reflect that?

Because our marriage

is something bigger than that.

Everything that we've
dedicated ourselves to,

everything that we have
believed in has all come true.

We're the couple
that started it all.

That'll be so
inspiring to people.

Look, I don't care about people.

We are getting
married. Bill and Virginia.

Not Masters and Johnson,
the famous sex therapists.

If we don't learn to separate
ourselves from that...

No, of course, I want that, too.

I've wanted to keep that sacred.

Doesn't that say everything
about who we are now?

Who we want to be in the future?

If we just push aside
all the distractions

and stand before a
clerk, in the eyes of God,

and make this about us.

Just you and me.

Nobody else.

Not even Barton?

But we still need a witness.

All right, Barton can still
witness, but he's the only one.

Just us.

Against the world.

I can't tell if you're an
apparition or if it's really you.

You've been living
with a ghost for so long,

how could you know?

I forgot my high school
wrestling trophies.

For some reason, they
suddenly mattered to me.

I'll be honest, I didn't
think you had this in you.

Betraying me to
Bill and Virginia,

cleaning me out
of house and home.

You're impressed.

And sad.

That was my child too, Nancy.

I know you can't love me,
you don't have it in you,

but, God damn it,

I could have finally
found love with a child.

And you took that from me.

It's not like Barton to tattle.

He didn't. I heard
you on the tape.

So, you eavesdropped.

You really are turning
over a new leaf.

I will never again
swallow everything I am,

everything I feel,
everything I want

for the sake of someone else.

You're wrong about one thing.

I do love you.

What I just couldn't
imagine was me with a child.

What kind of a
mother would I be?

Like Virginia? God
forbid, maybe worse?

I could've loved a
child for the both of us.

New York can still
be a fresh start for us.

Maybe you can convince me

I wouldn't be such a
bad mother after all.

I don't want this, Art.

I'm a shrink, Nance.

You confessed the one thing
you knew would end our marriage,

in a room you knew
was being taped.

Sometimes, what we
want can surprise even us.

I assumed you called me in because
of my last session with Cherlyn,

which was very successful.

This isn't about
your last session.

Or your time here as a patient.

It's about your work
with us as our publisher.

Our relationship
to Little, Brown.

Which we assumed was
an exclusive relationship,

in that we've given you
the rights to all our work.

And in entrusting
our work to you,

we assumed it would
engender a loyalty between us,

one that went both ways.

Of course it does. Both ways.

Then there's something you
have to explain to us, Bob.

Why is it you've
agreed to do a book

on homosexuality
with Art and Nancy?

Did they say that?

How perfectly indiscreet.

We are both your clients
and your doctors, Bob,

and since we are the ones
that agreed to treat you...

Essentially cured you, so you
could have a future with Cherlyn.

Although Art did put in the
work, I mean, day to day.

Art is not a known entity
in the publishing world.

Nor is Nancy.

Not that they'll be doing a book

or doing anything together now.

What? No.

The point is, Masters and
Johnson are the household name.

We're the ones with a
track record in sex therapy,

the ones that can, with authority,
author a book that chronicles

the successful
transitioning of homosexuals.

So your book on homosexuals
would include conversion?

Yes. Conversion.

With the anonymous patient
zero as our first success story.

So do we have your word?

You're the ones the
world wants to hear from,

so, yes, of course
the book is yours.

I'm not sure how this little
mix-up happened in the first place.

You know we can't begin to
deliver on conversion therapy.

I said what was needed
to get the book back.

Give him a few
days, then I'll check

with Ketterman at Little, Brown,

make sure Bob kept his promise.

I should get home, get changed.

Marriage license?

Safe and sound.

We should probably just meet
there, instead of you picking me up.

Oh, you don't want me to
see you before the ceremony?

It's bad luck.

I saw my other husbands
before those weddings,

and this one is
going to be different.

Uh-huh.

Oh. So sorry, lovebirds.

But, I just got off the
phone with Hef's office,

and good news!

He has generously offered up
his mansion for your wedding.

Soupy Sales got married there,

and they released a dozen
white doves into the air

when he kissed his bride.

Why don't we put a pin
in this for a moment, Guy.

Yeah, Virginia and I are
discussing a smaller affair.

Not too small for doves, I hope.

We can still consider doves.

Let's just talk
about it tomorrow.

I'll be here. With bells on.

He's going to be
crushed. Mmm-hmm.

Maybe I can give him my bouquet.

Dr. Dreessen, you're here.

I wasn't sure you'd
get my message.

You made it sound important.

Yes. It is.

So.

Can I buy you a drink?

I don't think so,
no. But thank you.

Okay. You mind
if I keep drinking?

All right. Well.

As is always the way with
these things, nothing is ever easy,

in life, in love, in business.

You're going to do the homosexuality
book with Bill and Virginia.

Boy, can you ever read me.

Look, I know I promised
the book to you.

You should do
the book with them.

I'm moving on, I'm leaving
this work and the clinic behind.

I'm very sad to hear that.

You're such a gifted
doctor. Dedicated.

I would say the
credit is all yours.

Yours and Cherlyn's.

And Cherlyn is happy, of course.

Not that she's ever entirely
pleased, with anything.

But you know how
that goes, with women.

I understand you and
Nancy are having difficulties.

Well, it's not so difficult
once it's finally over.

That wife of yours, tough stuff.

I noticed it in the office.

A beauty, surely.

But also a certain way of
the executioner about her.

I'd rather not talk about Nancy.

The wounds are still fresh.

Oh, I know those wounds.

What I'm saying is, we
understand each other, Art.

And I am so very sorry.

Excuse me for a moment.

Jesus, Bob. You startled me.

I'm afraid I am tipsy.

I'm afraid it's more than that.

Of course I was
going to tell you, Bram.

There's just been a
million details to attend to.

I don't even rank as
a last minute detail?

It's been such a whirlwind.

One minute, I'm
sitting there, in the mud,

talking to Dr. Phillips
and then...

My God, why did I let
you go to this concert?

All that came from
that debacle was VD

a field full of cows
that won't milk,

and you moving 2,000 miles away.

To go to law school.

I thought you'd be proud of me.

I am proud of you.
I also love you.

So I'm just wondering

how we're going to
continue seeing each other.

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

What are you saying, we're done?

I'm not really saying anything.

Why do we have to define it?

Why do you sound like
a hippie all of a sudden?

I'm just being realistic.

If we find our way
to each other, great.

If we don't, it
wasn't meant to be.

We have had a
wonderful time together.

No, I can't let
you go like this.

Oh...

Here's the beauty
of the situation, Bram.

It's not up to you
whether I stay or go.

The days of me organizing
my life around a man are over.

Then I'll organize
my life around yours.

Unless you can stand there and
honestly say you don't love me.

I would say the evidence
points to my loving you.

Then the defense rests.

For the time being only. You
go, do what you need to do.

But one day,

you'll look up from your
disgusting tempeh burger,

and I will be there.

The man who upended
his whole life for you.

Mrs. Virginia, you
have a phone call.

I really need to get home,
can you take a message?

It sounds important.

I'm surprised to hear
from you so soon.

I'm surprised to be calling,

but I wanted to tell you
one last thing before I go.

No. Is the damage from
Nancy worse than we thought?

Bob Drag just kissed
me in a men's room.

He what?

Kissed me.

He kissed you, kissed you?

Like Rhett kissed Scarlett.

And so, it is my opinion
as a doctor and psychiatrist

that Bob is an
active homosexual.

Which means if you're
looking for a success story

of retraining sexual impulses
from homosexual to heterosexual,

Bob Drag is not it.

My fear is that it now
negates the book entirely.

Please know, the work I
did with Bob, I really did try.

Please convey that to Bill.

Of course.

I will tell him. Bye.

Excuse me. I'm so sorry.

Oh, Mrs. Johnson,
you're Billy's partner.

I recognized you
from your book. Ah.

Anyway, have a good day.

I will. Thank you.

How do I look?

Sharp as a tack.

Are you going someplace special?

No.

Just home.

You know, eventually.

Good, because
Dody's here to see you.

I'm sure she said
her name was Dody.

I'm definitely sure she said
she's someone from way back.

I don't know if you
remember my cousin Delia.

I don't know, dark hair?

Had a very high-pitched...

Laugh? Yes, yes.

But a heart of gold.

Anyway, she just recently
moved to Chesterville,

so I'm staying with her now.

In Chesterville?

Right outside...

St. Louis. Yes.

About 10 minutes. Ten minutes.

Bill, you don't have
to look so worried.

I'm here because...

Well, I'm embarrassed
about the last time we met.

Dody, no, you don't have to...

No, no. I do.

There's nothing worse
than a weepy woman.

And yet seeing you
really did upend things.

My marriage, for
starters. Oh, no.

No, I would never...

You can't blame
yourself. It had to happen.

I've been living like a visitor
in my own life for so long.

But seeing each other
also clarified for me,

another truth.

That it was always the two of
us that were meant to be together.

I'm...

I'm getting married.

Oh.

Today. Oh, my goodness.

To? To Virginia.

Virginia Johnson.

Mrs. Johnson.

I just saw her at the elevator.

You did? You
introduced yourself?

No. No, no.

But I would love to meet her.

I mean, if I'm
staying in the area.

Well, perhaps.
Someday in the future.

That would be nice.

It would settle things,
once and for all,

to see you happy
with someone else.

No one actually knows that
I'm getting married today.

Except for my old friend Barton.

And now you,

the person I've known
even longer than that.

Wouldn't it be something,

if we ended up as friends?

Dody, we already are.

I haven't returned your calls

because I wanted to
speak to you in person.

Lurking in the parking
lot doesn't bode well.

I hope you say something
to make sense of this.

You have to know,

you're the last person
I wanted to hurt.

Just me, you're worried
about? What about Art?

What about the people who
trusted you enough to hire you?

You know as well as I do,

the world of sexual
therapy is exploding,

it's changing by the minute.

Bill and Virginia are trying
to hold on to something

that's slipped from their grasp.

That's absurd.

And it won't work,
what you're trying to do.

Of course it will. I will
build on what they started.

Copernicus discovered the sun
was the center of the universe.

Then Galileo pushed
it further, so did Hubble.

Now Neil Armstrong
is walking on the moon.

I will take their work places
they can only imagine.

They are the top sex
experts in the country,

with years of cutting
edge work ahead.

I'm not saying
they won't continue.

You know Virginia better than I,

her unbridled ambition,
her craving for acclaim.

She's pushing the
work, pushing Bill even,

into an area now that may
very well be their undoing.

Gay conversion therapy.

And why would I
believe anything you say?

You don't have to believe me.

Investigate for yourself.

I strongly suspect you won't
want anything to do with it.

Hello.

I am checking in for
Masters and Johnson.

Both parties here? Not yet.

But I'm sure he'll be here.

Take a seat.

Oh, leave it to the
two men to be late.

Maybe we should take my car and

head down to City Hall together.

I'm not going anywhere
until you tell me it's not true.

What's that?

That you and
Virginia are publishing

a book advocating
gay conversion.

Virginia and I took
back from Art and Nancy

what is rightfully ours.

We will eventually
publish a book

documenting our
work on homosexuality.

But we discussed all this.

You promised me, Bill.

And I am not advocating
conversion therapy, Barton.

Is this about Bob Drag?

Yes, it turns out he was able to

redirect his homosexual impulses

towards his
heterosexual relationship.

My goodness, after
everything I suffered?

The years of self-doubt
and self-loathing,

what it did to
Margaret and Vivian.

I damn near killed myself

trying to extinguish the
very essence of who I am.

You saw it. I did.

And I hope to
never see it again.

What we're exploring
is nothing like

the torture you
were subjected to.

We simply took what was
working so successfully

with heterosexual couples,

and directed it towards
Drag, to see if it could help.

He begged me, Barton.

And I felt it was my duty,
as his doctor, to help him

if he wanted that change.

We shouldn't have to change.

You're right.

And we can discuss
all this on the drive.

It's bad luck to keep a bride
waiting on her wedding day.

And I know it's your
bride that's pushing you

toward this conversion work.

What?

Because I'm fond of her,
Bill. I always have been.

But I've also seen,
over the years,

how Virginia has
the most to prove,

how hard she fights to
advance her place in the work,

maybe because
she's uncredentialed.

Wait a minute.

You and I can sort out our
differences on conversion,

but if you're going
to malign Virginia...

She's stepped too
far with this, Bill.

I can't abide it.
You can't abide it?

I can't have you speak
like this about Virginia.

Then you better
head to City Hall alone

because I will say
what's needed to be said.

I've loved you like a son.

We have a relationship
of nearly 30 years.

But if you pursue this
path, use your bully pulpit

to advocate for the
conversion of homosexuals,

I will make it my life's
work to see you discredited.

William Masters,
Virginia Johnson.

Hello, again.

So, as I said, Dr. Masters
will be here any minute.

Your appointment
was at 4:00 p.m.

It's 4:30 now.

Yes, I am aware of that.

But if you could just
signal to me instead of...

I don't need any tissues.

Not yet.

Remember, we close at 5:00 p.m.,

sharp.

Dominick DiAngelo
and Alison Burke.

Hi. Hello.

I think that's it.

Are we ready?

Yeah, let's go. Let's go.

The future is happy
and bright, my sweet boy.

We'll see.

Mmm.

Oh.

I was about to leave.

I am so sorry I've
kept you waiting.

Where's Barton?

I just couldn't deny
Guy this moment.

I just want you to know

I'm so honored to be
your and Dr. Bill's witness.

And while I love a
wedding with scale,

I can also embrace the
simple elegance of this.

Guy, could you
let the clerk know

that we're here,
and we're ready?

Right.

We are gathered
here in the sight of God

in the presence of this witness,

to join together this man and
this woman in holy matrimony,

which is an honorable estate

and not to be
entered into lightly.

William Masters,

will you have this
woman, Virginia Johnson,

to be thy wedded wife?

Will you love her, honor her,

keep her in sickness
and in health,

forsaking all others so
long as you both shall live?

I will.

Virginia Johnson, will you
have this man, William Masters,

to be thy wedded husband?

Will you love him, honor him,

keep him in sickness
and in health,

forsaking all others so
long as you both shall live?

I will.

Do you pledge to remember that

love, trust and loyalty alone
will prevail as the foundation

for a happy and enduring home,

which will be full of joy,
and will abide in peace?

We do.

We do.

By the power vested in
me by the State of Missouri,

I now pronounce
you man and wife.

Congratulations.

Thank you. CHUCK:
Doctor and Mrs. Masters.

I'm sorry, no, this
is a private affair.

Hey, you, skedaddle.

How did he know we'd be here?

I have no idea.

Don't look at me. I found
out about this 30 minutes ago.

But it was a beautiful ceremony.

And I wish you every happiness.

Maybe there's a
back door, just in case.

Bill, it's fine.

Come on.

I don't understand this. I know.

Let's go!

Come on.

Get a couple of shots!

- Turn around.
- Don't be shy.

I suppose we could
give them just one photo.

Don't you think, Bill?

Doctor and Mrs. Masters.

Gentlemen, it's
Masters and Johnson.

That's who we are.

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