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Masters Of Sex...

Say you love me.

- I'm sorry.
- I want this.

It-- it was a mistake.

I made-- I made a mistake.

I should go.

You don't have to tell me

how you've strayed
from the path.

I just want to be sure
you're ready to return to it.

Your ultrasound technician,
Jonathan, handed me his notice.

It wasn't the right fit.

I'm surprised to hear that.

I thought you two
had a real nice rapport.

I'm having dreams
about my father.

You've got to pull
yourself together.

If you can't control yourself,

how are you
gonna get control of her?

- I want you to be my wife.
- There's a lot

that would need to happen
to make that possible.

You have to get out.
Get out before Bill comes home.

I can't do that, Paul.

Johnny, have you ever
seen your father and Dennis

have any kind
of physical contact--

Okay,
that is enough, Detective.

Masters and Johnson.

It's who we are.

You know,
it's how people think of us.

It's how we think of ourselves.

There's a far easier way
to get what you want.

Which is what?

Tell her
how you feel about her.

Libby had her
track me down.

Something's happened.
I need to get home.

When he shows up
at your doorstep

and tells you that he wants you to
spend the rest of your life with him,

he will think he means it.

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Ooh!

Hit him!
Come on, you bum!

Save your breath, son.

This one-sided paint job
got no chance.

I just don't see his strategy.

Using his head to block
punches-- that's his strategy.

Ugh, what a catcher
this Masters bum is.

Get off the ropes!

- Down he goes.
- One...

Two...

- You're a bum, Masters!
- Three...

Four...

Five...

Stay down.
You're beat.

A man's got to know
when he's beat, son.

A man has got to learn.

Stay down!

Nothing but a damn fool.

Goddamn fool.

Bill, Bill.

Bill, it's okay.
It's okay.

Was it your father again?

I'm not sure.

Maybe.

I'm not surprised, considering.

We can make this go away, Bill.

I'm fine.
I'm fine.

Lisa sleeps and eats,
essentially.

Tessa's schedule
is a bit more complicated,

although she can be very helpful
with the baby

when she wants to be,
so insist that she pitch in.

Your mother's a little hurt

you only asked me up here
to babysit.

I have enough on my plate

without adding mom's criticisms
to the pile.

All right.

Although usually when things get
tough, you dig in all the more.

It's not like you to flee.

I'm not fleeing.

I'm...

Fleeing.

...clearing my head...

for a few days.

Because?

Because...

Well, to be perfectly honest,

because I don't know
who to trust anymore.

You can't trust Bill?

Especially Bill.

I mean, he barreled ahead
with a surrogacy program

against my wishes,

and then he ambushed me at this
disastrous dinner in New York.

And then the man that I'm seeing

is making me
all kinds of promises--

none of which
may actually be true.

The man you're seeing.

In addition to Bill.

Please, daddy.

I know that my life is something

that few people
would understand...

And most would consider
a shambles.

I'm not even sure
that I disagree, but...

So it's good
you're getting away.

And the girls and I
will be fine.

You will be, too.

Fine, I mean.

Oh, I don't know.

I just keep waiting
for everything to...

click into place.

So I can say, finally, my life

is exactly as it should be.

Oh.
Uh... I thought it was the taxi.

I apologize
for the early hour, but I am--

Are you leaving?

Briefly.

I just need to sort out...

What is it, Lib?
Is this about--

Why I called Bill home?
Yes.

Um, something's happened.

With the kids or with Bill?

To all of us in a way.

Something that could even affect
the future of the clinic.

It always comes down to the two
of us, doesn't it, Gin?

The two that can right the ship.

It seems no one ever
taught you the proper etiquette

of spending the night.

You know, it is customary
after a romantic evening,

to exchange pleasantries--

"Good morning" or "I had
a lovely time with you.

Let's do it again"
before sneaking out the door.

I didn't want to wake you.

That isn't one
of the pleasantries.

I had a lovely time with you.

Let's do it again.

Also...

I like you very much.

Then stay.
Have breakfast.

I should go home and change.

I think it's unwise
to show up to work

wearing the same clothes
as yesterday.

Well, you can borrow
one of my ties.

Mm-hmm.

You're not gonna leave me

to have breakfast by myself
on my birthday, are you?

Your birthday?

I had no idea!

Why don't we celebrate tonight,
properly?

I would like that...

very much.

Dinner at my house, then.

I have a '37 Bordeaux

that I've been saving
for just the right occasion.

Quiet dinner at home.

Perfect.

Excuse me.

You're the neighbor?

Cindy Loman. Sorry
if I don't shake your hand.

I feel like I'm hitting roots
here or something.

Is Mr. Edley moving?

Uh... leave of absence.

He left
like his pants were on fire.

He just told me
to wire him the paperwork.

Do you know
for how long he'll be...

The lease is a year.
That's all I know.

He just told me
that he'd be out of touch,

and to handle the details.

I wouldn't be surprised if I
never hear from that guy again.

The doors, please.

Dr. Masters.

Nora.

I'm glad-- relieved,
in fact, to see you here.

I wasn't entirely sure...

That I would show up?

After one unguarded moment in a
dark office between two adults?

We are both adults, aren't we?

Of course.

And both responsible
for our actions.

Dr. Masters,
you must know by now

I take my work here
very seriously.

And I would never just... quit.

That's good to know.

We have a-- a full day ahead.

Oh, apparently.

Whoa!

Oh, careful.
Careful, boys.

Linoleum does not grow on trees.

Oh, ah, there you are, doc.

Uh, first, good morning.

Second, I need you to sign off
on these hors d'oeuvres.

For the press conference
tonight.

- For the new book.
- Oh.

You arranged
this whole thing in New York.

No.
No, we cannot do this now.

The Little, Brown folks
are already on their way

with publicists
and photographers

and a whole bunch
of fancy reporters.

I don't care if Sigmund
Freud risen from the dead is coming.

You need to reschedule this.
Is Virginia in yet?

No.
And I cannot reschedule this.

And those-- those are
Virginia's messages,

which means they're not yours.

These are all from Dan Logan.

These words never left my mouth.

But Logan's been calling
Virginia nonstop

the last couple of days,

and she's refusing
to take his calls.

From where I sit,
she's freezing him out.

Bye.
Thank you for flying with us.

Bye.

Did you enjoy your stay
in Mexico, Mr. Logan?

I did not, Gwen.

But it's done.

I am in no mood, Mr. Sturgis.

Of course you're not.

I am sorry, Mrs. Johnson,
and I do understand.

You need to know--
this is your last chance.

You must get out.
You must act now.

Is that some kind of a threat?

Not a threat.

Just save yourself,
Mrs. Johnson.

Do what you need to do.

The lawyer
was from the boy's family?

Yes.

Mrs. Daughtry's attorney knocked
on our door late at night,

explained that, uh, his clients

might be willing to rescind
their charges against me,

meaning call off
the police investigation,

in return for a check.

Extortion, essentially.

Extortion exactly...

Which is why I will fight this
all the way to court.

Or you'll pay.

Libby has made it very clear

that she does not want your
family-- Johnny especially--

dragged through the mud.

I will not silence
trumped-up allegations

I acted inappro--
inappropriately with a child

by writing a check.

Bill, word of this
may have already gotten out.

Ronald Sturgis
just found me in the lobby

and told me to save myself
while I still can.

Now, I know that you
didn't touch that boy.

But these allegations alone
could ruin your reputation.

I will not pay.

Damn it, Bill, you will.

Libby and I are aligned on this.

- You and Libby?
- Yes.

The two people who can see
past your bullheadedness

and actually help you
get through this.

And for the record, the money
cannot come from the clinic.

I will not have
my hard-earned wages

siphoned off to clean up
your personal mess.

Nor will I have
the work sullied,

nor will I let the clinic
be put at risk.

Perhaps you're right.

Perhaps the risk to our work
is too great.

Just write the check
so we can get back to work.

I can see you're
still upset about New York.

I don't want
to talk about New York.

I do feel
I-I owe you an apology.

Your apology can wait.

Virginia,
I-I just didn't know how else

to prove to you that Dan Logan
is not what he seems.

I do not want
to talk about New York.

Then we won't.

I-I understand
there is much to repair here,

both in the clinic
and between us.

But... we've come
through worse trials,

and-- and we will
get through this, as well.

I've also decided,
on our next book,

to remove the "MD"
from my name.

So it is clear to all

that we are perfect equals
in our partnership.

You're taking
the "MD" off your name?

The only thing
that matters right now

is protecting the work
and the clinic...

which begins with you writing
the Daughtry family a check.

The Little, Brown man is here.

He wants to talk
through tonight's plan.

I know you told me
to reschedule--

We're not rescheduling.

We will go out there,
the two of us together,

championing the work, making it
very clear how pleased we are

to announce our new
and much-anticipated book.

These reporters

have sat through
a million press conferences,

so instead, we thought, "Why not
take an open-house approach?"

An exclusive tour of
the Masters and Johnson clinic,

right here, on site,
where the magic really happens.

You'll show them
the gadgets, wires,

the whatsits
that make it all work.

Just think of it
as telling a story--

or, better yet,
taking us on a journey.

Of our office.

No, not just the office.

A journey through one of
today's most fascinating fields

of medical study.

Uh... a journey
that began 10 years ago,

when Dr. Masters and I
decided to blaze a trail

into the previously unexplored
arena of human sexuality.

Perfect.

And here's Mr. Linden.

Another part of our journey.

We're going on a journey?

Mr. Linden has documented

the entire trajectory
of our research.

All on film, no less.

A comprehensive account of the
different phases of our study.

As well
as a comprehensive account

of my own work.

From my early neorealism,
capturing the body as form,

to my more abstract work
of the early 1960s,

measuring the distance
traveled by ejaculate.

Oh.

And, uh, here's Miss Everett.

She's participating
in our newest initiative--

the surrogacy program,
designed for single men

suffering
from sexual dysfunction.

You mentioned that
at our meeting in New York.

Very provocative stuff.

If I may have a moment,
Dr. Masters...

Of course.

Excuse us.

Nora, you need to go in there.
Your patient is waiting.

But how am I
supposed to concentrate

when my landlord is kicking me

and all of my belongings
to the curb?

I-I'm happy
to speak to your landlord,

give you a personal reference--

He doesn't want a reference.

He wants the rent.

I know that this is wrong,
but...

I don't know who else to ask.

I thought
you were getting a job.

When am I supposed
to look for a job?

I'm here
working six days a week.

Look, I am good at this.

And the last thing that I want
to do is give up the work.

But if it's between that and
having a roof over my head...

I know things are
slightly strained between us...

because of our--
our recent intimacies.

Surely you want
to make things right with me.

I will give you another...

$200.

But this has to be
the last time.

Do you understand?

Thank you.

I won't forget this.

My job
is to answer all of the mail.

We get upwards of 100-plus every
day from all over the country.

Mostly positive, I imagine.

They run 65% to 75%
negative, give or take.

Stay away from statistics.

Some people
just write in for advice,

and some just to thank
Dr. Masters and Mrs. Johnson.

Just today we got a later
from Fred in Dayton,

who says
that "Human Sexual Response"

actually saved his marriage.

"Before your book,
I thought a clitoris

was something
a woman urinated from.

Now that I understand the
clitoris, what organ in a woman

is responsible for urination,
anyway?"

And that's actually
how a dialogue begins.

And, uh, for a special treat,

allow me to introduce Dan Logan,

a fellow pioneer and original
investor in our clinic.

And president

of International Fragrances
and Flavors.

Virginia, do you have a moment?

Excuse me.

I would have figured
professing my love

would at least get
my phone calls returned.

Dan, I'm sorry.

I-I need...

I need time to think.

A lot has happened.

And honestly,
that was a lot to take in...

in New York.

The laundry list
of your affairs.

And then, of course, your wife

assuring me that you would
never leave her--

She's no longer my wife.

Mexico is very accommodating

when it comes
to matters of the heart.

And I didn't want this
to fester.

I wanted you to know
I meant what I said.

So I am now officially divorced.

And now I can help you
divorce George,

show you how it works in Mexico.

Dan, I'm sure that...

Divorcing George, that...

that would be the easy part.

It's-- it's everything else.

Well...

not everything.

One thing.

Virginia, I understand
the hold Bill has on you,

and I can see
how tangled it is with the work.

And I know how much
your work means to you--

'Cause I have put
every ounce of myself

into this clinic.

I have given everything I have,
everything I am to this.

And I would never ask you
to leave it.

I would ask-- insist, in fact,
that I mean at least that much.

Dan, I've been so...

happy...

with you.

But...

But I don't see how you
and the work go together.

I don't ever see
Bill accepting us.

It's not up to him.

Bill can never make you happy,
not as a man to love.

You know this.

I know this.

Virginia...

I'm here because I love you
and I want you to be my wife.

But I can't run after you,

trying to make you see things
you already know.

That, I can't do.

We're pulling out all the stops.

Oh, yeah.

We're serving roast beef
with horseradish later.

Oh, I'm making
roast beef myself tonight.

Recipe out
of Ladies' Home Journal.

Oh.
You're such a gourmand now.

Yeah, it calls
for a side of mashed potatoes,

but I don't have
any of that fancy equipment.

Do you think
I can substitute boxed potatoes?

It's Jonathan's birthday.

I'm having him over
for a homemade supper.

Oh, I see.

Um...

was that his idea?

Something wrong with it?

Aside from the fact

that you're hiding this nice
young man in your apartment,

making him watch the boob tube
and eat spuds on his birthday?

Take him out someplace nice

where there's tablecloths
and candles

and they scrape up the crumbs

with those little
bread-crumb scrapers.

Two grown men
eating a candlelit meal

to celebrate a birthday?

Don't you think
that looks a little, uh...

Gay?

Wouldn't that be
the end of the world?

I'm making you reservations
around the corner at Vincente's.

You're going.

Bon appétit.

So, a few candid shots
in here will work--

you at your desk, you on
the phone, you deep in thought.

All very casual,
sleeves rolled up.

They can't be candid
if they're planned.

No one needs to know
how the sausage is made.

I'll take the jacket.

I'll keep it on.

Dr. Masters, I don't tell you

how to fix a limp willy, do I?

You'll look better
in shirtsleeves.

Oh, my suspenders broke.

You, um--
you can take my belt.

I don't want your belt.

You also don't want
your pants falling down.

It's a little too candid.

Tilt the pen
a little to the right.

Now back to the left, I think.

Excuse me...

again.

I didn't realize you'd finished
your session, Mr. Barringer.

Nora should have brought you
to my office

to discuss the next steps
of your treatment.

I won't be continuing
with the treatment.

In fact, I'm not here
for the treatment at all.

Well, what you're
not saying says it all.

The hesitation is not you.

It isn't.

It's all of it.
It's...

The work.

Well...

The truth is, I am still
very grateful to you.

I was stuck in my marriage
a long time...

years longer than
I ever should have been.

And it was because of you,
because of... my love for you

that I finally
got the courage to leave.

Now I just want to do
the same for you...

Give you the strength to go.

But only if you want me
on the other end of it...

'Cause if not, then...

well...

Then I will take
my broken heart and go.

Dan.

Dan.

Bill?

What's going on?

I'm glad you're here,
Mrs. Johnson,

'cause this involves you,
as well.

Chief Duncan is waiting for you.

The charges are pandering
and promoting prostitution.

That's impossible.

Some religious nut
named Ronald Sturgis

has been down here
for months now,

accusing your clinic
of engaging in illicit work.

The guy's a royal pain, so we
weren't taking him seriously.

But then this complaint about
Bill and a minor child came in,

which added fuel to the fire.

Then the whole thing
went up in flames

when one of your surrogates
came forward to cooperate.

So we were left with little
choice but to file charges.

One of our surrogates.

All of our surrogates
are unpaid volunteers.

How could that possibly
be considered prostitution?

I don't understand this.

Bill, do you understand this?

Uh...

Nora, uh, got behind with rent.

So I--
so I gave her some money.

Two times only.

No, but thi--
this can't be what this is.

Nora would-- would never...

I never paid her
for surrogacy work.

Well, unfortunately, Bill,

that's now
up to a court to decide.

I mean...

A hundred times, she said the
work meant everything to her.

She-- she participated fully
in-- in every aspect.

She-- she was
completely committed.

Committed
to this Sturgis character,

and the Committee For Decency,
apparently...

I guess in the same way

I've been on your board
of directors for years now,

so you can imagine--

this situation's no picnic
for me, either.

Because you're
under investigation,

I should padlock your doors.

But I don't want to do that.

If this stays out of the press
and between us,

I can buy you some time.

Time for you
to get legal counsel,

sort this out without having to
shut down the clinic entirely.

I'm also trying
to track down Libby

to get you out of here, Bill.

Virginia, your bail's
been posted already.

I'll have a uni
escort you to processing.

Virginia?

Are you all right?

Thank God you're here.

What, you think
I'd let you rot in jail?

Come on.

I'll drop you home
on my way to the airport.

Dan...

When you said
that you can't keep trying,

trying to make me see
something that I already know...

I can't.

You're right.

You shouldn't have to,
because I-I do already know.

Ever since I was a little girl,

it's like
I-I've been holding my breath...

waiting for something, something
I can't even put a name to

to fall into place so that
I could finally breathe.

I know you understand this.

But I-I want to... breathe.
I-I do.

I-I want to breathe with you.

I want you.

Okay.

I-I want to just go.

But I need your help,
and we need to move fast.

I can move fast.

Why? There's some kind
of medical thing? Is that right?

Yes, needing
their immediate attention.

The immediate attention
of two sex researchers?

If you have to know,
Mr. Drag,

this patient's emergency did
happen to be sexual in nature.

Highly sexual.

And when do you
expect them back?

Because I have 50 people
coming through those doors

in an hour and a half.

They should be back
in any moment.

I'm going back
to the hotel, change,

take some deep, calming breaths.

But when I get back,
they will be here.

Amen.

I called the bank.

Mr. Fiske is pulling together
the bail money right now.

Good.
I need to get out of here.

Virginia left me
nearly an hour ago.

You're worried about Virginia?

No.
I mean, yes.

Virginia, the clinic,
you, everything.

The first thing I need to do
is talk to Nora...

Make her admit that the money

was never given
for surrogacy work.

Do not talk to Nora!

Prostitution charges
are very serious.

I know they're serious.
I know.

Oh, if you had only listened

when I told you not to hire her.

Who knew
we'd hired Judas, Libby?

I-I took that girl
under my wing.

I was-- I was good to her!

I was kind to Dennis.

If I-- if I can just--
if I can just talk to Dennis,

or, at the very least,
reason with his mother...

You can't reason
with his mother, Bill!

I know-- I know I'm a
target now because of what I do,

because the work
is controversial.

It is not the work!

But if I can just
get out ahead of this...

Maybe-- maybe if I help
a press conference...

My God.
Bill! Bill!

- Listen to yourself, please!
- Yeah.

This happened because of
you, because you are reckless.

I don't say that to be unkind.

Only in the hopes
that something will sink in.

This charging ahead without
thinking of the consequences,

this spinning a million plates
all the time,

trying to control everyone
and everything around you...

Bill...

Honestly,
when is it gonna stop?!

I've been having an affair.

What?

I've been having...

an affair...

for a long time now.

With-- with Virginia.

I'm-- I'm not being funny.

No.

No, of course not.

Although, to me, because...

I know this, Bill.

You-- you know?

How-- how--
how long have you known?

I have known this for years.

Oh, my God.

I'm...

I'm s-- I'm-- I'm so-- so...

Sorry?

I do believe you are.

Why didn't you say anything?

For years...

Well...

How could you live like that?

Not well.

Um... certainly not easily.

But I made the decision
that our family matters

and our children
matter more than anything.

Don't, Lib. No.

- Not more than anything.
- Oh.

Let's just drop it, okay?

This is not the moment
to hash this out,

when everything is upside down.

Lib, my being with Virginia...

I-I never wanted to hurt you.

If I had known...

how horribly I must have
been making you feel,

that you would accept
so little for yourself--

Oh, don't say that.

We can-- we can talk later.

What, at home?

We just-- we just go home now
and continue like this?

Oh.

Libby, we can't do this anymore.

This has to be over.

It would be the one honest thing
we've done in years.

You-- you deserve
a real marriage.

I mean,
at least a-- a chance at--

Bill, stop!
Just stop!

Do not say things
that you cannot unsay.

But when is a good time?

Oh, for God's sake, Bill!

Why did you have
to open your mouth?

Why-- why did you have to just
let all those things spill out?!

Because it's the truth.

No!
You do not get to decide

that this is the moment
to end our marriage.

Why on earth
would you say this now?

Because what?

Because you envision
a future with Virginia?

Well, I should warn you, she...

she promised that she
would never take you away

from our family.

We made a pact.

So if you are planning
to run off with her--

You and Virginia made a pact?

Yes.
Behind your back.

We, um--
we came to an agreement.

An agreement.

The-- the two of you.

Without talking to me.

We took a page
from your own playbook, Bill.

It was the only way that I knew
how to make my family safe.

Safe?

Well... we're not safe, Libby.

Look at us.

No one...

No one is safe.

You are the biggest fool
that I know.

But much to my heart's regret,
I am the second biggest fool.

Oh, you cannot begin
to understand the things

that I have given up for you!

The happiness that I have turned
my back on for this family!

Libby...

No.

You'll have to make
other arrangements, Bill.

I will not bail you out.

You cannot come home.

I know you're angry
and probably confused.

I hope
eventually you'll understand...

and maybe even be grateful.

There are a lot of things

that I could say right now,
Nora,

but "Thank you"
is not one of them.

I did search my heart
before I did what I did.

I did pray.

Please, leave God out of it.

We can't leave God
out of anything.

I used to be a lot like you--

unhappy and lost.

And then Ronald told me
about your book.

And when I realized it was
written by someone I knew--

Dr. Masters-- from so long ago,

well, I realized
it must be a sign.

God would never want
something as sacred

as the union
between a man and a woman

to be reduced
to these experiments.

Nora, shut up.

You think
that you're doing God's work?

We are the ones
that are saving people...

Giving them hope.

It's people like you,
weak and deluded,

that keep people in the dark,
afraid and lonely and suffering.

So don't talk to me about God...

because as far as I know, God
doesn't want people to suffer,

and yet because of you and
the havoc that you have created,

they will.

You need
to mend your ways-- unh!

Betty, I need you
to book those tickets now.

And I need you
to excuse my absence tonight.

Oh.
With The Little, Brown man?

How am I supposed to do that?

Mrs. Johnson.

I was beginning to think
we'd never see you again.

Mr. Drag, yes.

Well, we had an emergency,
but here we are.

- Mm.
- Back.

And Bill is back, as well?

The good doctor's
right behind us.

Thank God for that.

I was hoping to get some photos

of you two in the lab together,
Mrs. Johnson,

maybe with a dildo
or some beakers.

Before you do that, Virginia,

I need you to sign
those papers downstairs.

It's time-sensitive.

Yes, of course,
Mr. Logan. I nearly forgot.

I will be back
in just a few minutes.

Good things
come to those who wait.

Mom, what do you think

of peanut butter and banana
together in a sandwich?

What's wrong?

Mom, what happened?

Is this about what I said
to get dad in trouble?

No. No, honey.
Of course not.

What is it?

Your father and I
have been talking, and it, uh...

it seems like he's going to stay
somewhere else for a while.

S-stay somewhere else?

You mean live somewhere else?

For a while, yeah.

He and I
have some things to sort out.

S-so you're getting divorced?

I want to talk to him.

That's gonna be tough,

because he's down
at the police station.

He's in jail?

So this is about what I said.

This-- this is
because of what I--

No. No.
No, no.

It has nothing to do with you.

I promise, okay?

You have to believe me.

And I know--
I know the adult world

can seem incredibly complicated
and unfair

and completely,
completely messed up,

but it has nothing to do
with you, okay?

Your dad is gonna sort out
his problems.

He always does.

I'm gonna need
your shoelaces and your belt.

I can assure you, Sam,
I'm no threat to anyone--

least of all myself.

I'm sorry, Bill.
House rules.

Stay down!

Get on your knees and beg.

- Aah! Aah!
- Bill.

- Aah!
- Bill.

- Aah!
- Bill.

Is there anyone
I can call for you?

Virginia.

Oh, how do Italians
eat like this

and not weigh 300 pounds?

Well, have you
ever been to Rome?

They spend the whole meal
arguing and smoking.

They barely have time
to get a bite in.

Buon compleanno, signore.

Grazie.

That's strange.

I didn't tell them
it was your birthday.

I did.

I figured you wouldn't want
to attract attention that way.

On the other hand,
I'm not getting any younger,

so I didn't think it was such
a crime, one little candle.

Mm.

♪ happy birthday to you ♪

♪ happy birthday,
dear Jonathan ♪

♪ happy birthday to you ♪

Make a wish.

Oh, excuse me.

I'm so sorry.

I don't mean to interrupt.

The doc is, uh, in jail,
and I need you to bail him out

so that I can back to the office

and misdirect and confuse
The Little, Brown man.

Please, I need your help.

The suitcase
is already packed,

still right where I left it
this morning

when I was going someplace
completely different.

Sir, it's been a great pleasure.

I know it's a curious question
to ask, given we just met--

Although in five minutes,

you've impressed me enough,
Mr. Logan.

And I'm a pretty quick study.

So you have my blessing.

That is, if it's what
my daughter wants.

Honey, is this what you want?

I do.

Bye.

Dan...

Thank you, sir.

Should be another half-hour.

They're pushing through
the paperwork now.

Hell of a thing, Bill.

I'll head back, now that
you're in the works here.

I'm sure you two
could use the time to talk.

Bill, before you say
anything, I want you to listen,

because...

Well, because there's
nothing left to be decided...

between us...

or said, even, but I did want
you to hear it from me--

Virginia, I love you.

I always have.

I've loved you so deeply
for the longest time.

I-I could hardly
make sense of it.

God, I should have said this
long ago.

I should have put you first.

And now I can...

because I also believe
deep down

despite our struggles,

despite all-- all this mess,

which I promise
I will make right,

I also believe
that you love me, too.

I'm leaving.

I'm flying to Mexico tonight,
and then on to Las Vegas.

- No.
- Bill...

You're right about me
in many ways...

How I-- how I love the work

and the accomplishments
and the recognition.

But where you're wrong

is thinking that I want those
things in place of happiness.

I want to be happy...

in a life
bigger than-- than work.

I can't be a whole person
without that.

Virginia, I-I can't let you go.

You have to.

If you love me
like you say that you do,

you want to put me first.

You won't get in my way.

You'll let me go.

I want to go.

Uh, Masters.

I-I need my, uh, papers now.

I hear you, sir.

But processing takes
as long as it takes.

I have been looking
all over for you.

I was just finishing up
some work.

In the dark?

I have terrific night vision.

Uh, "Betty the Bat"
used to be one of my Nick--

I just spoke
with a friend of mine

that works here in St. Louis
in the Police Department.

He thought I'd like to know

that Bill Masters is sitting
behind bars right now.

Not right now.

No.

He is not in jail currently.

He will be here.

You know
what my friend also said?

The charges
are pandering and prostitution

and that Dr. Masters
is also being questioned

in relation to improprieties
with a minor.

That sounds... not good.

I-I'll admit that.

But none of those charges
are true.

Let me make myself
very clear, Miss Dimello.

Not only have
I gone out on a limb

to accommodate
Dr. Masters and Mrs. Johnson

every step of the way
with their last book,

but my job is on the line
with this new book, as well.

My bosses at Little, Brown

are not interested
in Masters or Johnson.

The product
they want me to sell,

the product for which they have
already paid a handsome advance,

I might add,
is Masters and Johnson.

In a half-hour,

they are going to be standing
here in matching lab coats,

announcing to the world
that, once again,

they are the cure to mankind's
every sexual misfortune,

or I am going to get
on the stage

and tell those same reporters

that the reason
they aren't there is,

Dr. Masters prefers
spending time with young boys.

That is,
when he and Mrs. Johnson

aren't running a brothel.

How about I go now and te--

You aren't going anywhere.

You get on the phone,
and you get them back here.

It's for you.

Virginia?

It's Betty, and you have got
30 minutes to get here,

or the Little, Brown man
is gonna tell these reporters

why you were in jail.

Why-- why would he do that?

Because if you and
Virginia don't show up together,

he's gonna lose his job,
and I don't think he's bluffing.

That wouldn't
just be the end of the book.

That would be
the end of the clinic.

That would be the end
of everything.

Virginia would never
let that happen.

I don't know what you need to do
to get her to come back

or what you need to tell her.

I need this.

You're good to go.

All right.

How long at this time of night

will it take me to get
to the Downtown Airport?

From up here?
20 minutes, tops.

All right.
Where can I get a taxi?

Just out front.

Taxi!

Where to?

The airport, Downtown.

And don't stop for anything.

I know all the shortcuts.

Flight number 17
for Mexico City, Mexico,

now boarding at gate 4.

Attention, passengers.

Flight 17 for Mexico City,
Mexico, now boarding...

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Are you afraid he's coming?

Or are you afraid he's not?

Let's go.

A man's got to know
when he's beat, son.

A man has got to learn.

Using his head to block
punches-- that's his strategy.

Too damn stubborn or damn stupid
to know when he's beat.

Stay down.
You're beat.

Pull over.

Nah.
We're gonna make it.

Pull over anyway.

This is-- just keep it.

I can take you back uptown.

I'm gonna--
I'm gonna stay down.

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