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Previously on Masters of Sex. It's the key to your new office. A Buell Green.

They fully endorsed the study and my bringing you aboard.

After the dust up yesterday, I thought it'd be best if we kept our patients

away from each other.

My God.

So, uh, you guys are friends from, uh... Oh, we go way back.

I really think Al would love Helen.

Unless, of course, you have a special someone. No, I was recently jilted.

I'm never going back to that hospital.

You'd be irresponsible to stay on. I am scared, though, for what's ahead.

He is a rough customer, Robert, and he does have a temper. But when it's late

and it's just the two of us alone in our bed, well, I'm sure you can

understand how hard that is to leave.

Why did he break your nose?

I don't remember.

There was no one there to stop it.

Oh, I could have stopped it.

I took it.

Like a man.

You're a fight fan.

Not really. Then what brings you here?

I want to see how it ends.

Don't move.

You're moving.

I have a sunburn.

Radiation burn from last time. And it itches, which is why I moved.

I'm sorry, what?

Sunburn. Ah, yes.

Common side effect. We can prescribe a topical cream.

And nausea.

And fatigue.

I do have reduced cognitive function.

Losing words.

And weight.

And hair.

Don't move.

Thank you for your concern.

Your lack of interest is rather liberating, actually.

I could likely say anything to you and you wouldn't blink.

I was raised by vampires.

I drive getaway cars in my spare time.

I once had intercourse with a corpse.

Then look again.

Please, it's much better for me to take her in the mornings. Well, then perhaps

she can find someone else to bring her. I mean that it's much better for her. By

the afternoons, she's very tired. So perhaps you have a patient who prefers

taking an afternoon slot.

You aren't proposing I ask someone to move their appointment in order to

accommodate your friend, are you? Virginia, let's just go. What you may be

unaware of, Priscilla, is the fact that my friend is also a doctor.

I can come in the afternoons. I would like to think that you would be glad to

extend Dr.

DePaul's professional courtesy.

It's me, Mariel.

Oh, you don't recognize me because...

Ta-da! I'm down two sizes.

Look, loosey-goosey. Don't you look wonderful?

Virginia introduced me to the most wonderful diet program.

And Priscilla here was having trouble finding us a morning appointment.

Virginia, take the afternoon slot. Sign us out of here. Yes, since I told you

mornings next week are completely booked.

Completely?

This is why we call you Priscilla the Hun. We do.

It's not even a secret.

I'll see if Mrs. Marma's willing to switch her 10 a.m. on Wednesday. Does

that work for you, Virginia? That would be wonderful. Thank you so much.

You just can't take no for an answer, can you?

As you can see, we screen very thoroughly.

We do an intake with you first, of course.

It's impressive.

Guess what I'm wondering?

And my question is...

But you can ask me anything.

Sometimes, in the bedroom I meet with Roger, that's my husband, I wonder if

different ways of being internet would produce... Different results?

First of all, we would be happy to have both you and your husband as

participants in the study together.

And I could see to it that you could experiment with different sexual

positions, which is, I think, what you're trying to say.

I wish I could do this. You can.

It's completely anonymous.

Your husband... It's not my husband. It's Dr. Hendricks.

I'm sorry?

Dr. Hendricks has forbidden staff from participating in the study. I mean,

forbidden. So, as much as I'd like to, I can't lose my job.

You should have leveled with us. Instead of ripping down our flyers in the dead

of night... I removed them in broad daylight.

You promised me our study had your full backing and support.

I did allow your study to come to this hospital, but I assumed you'd bring your

own subjects. White subjects.

White subjects only.

Wait here.

Why is your staff not allowed to participate?

Bad idea. According to whom? Charles, if your intention is to move history

forward, as you put it to me, you better come up with a better reason than that.

Otherwise, you are a man spouting revolution, while in reality, you're

just towing the party line.

No doubt there's a gurney waiting for you somewhere. Find it.

You're not familiar with the history of medical research in the Negro community.

What, if you mean... I mean, Negroes forced to undergo risky experimental

surgeries, dosed with radiation, cut open to find brain abnormalities, which

could explain their propensity to violence.

I have heard. You've heard that Negroes have been thought to require near lethal

doses of x-rays to penetrate their skin. And now we have you and Ms. Johnson, two

white researchers who wish to watch through glass as Negroes copulate.

In our study, subjects understand the parameters of their participation. They

know exactly what is expected of him or her and why. But the impression, Bill.

The associations the good people of this community have with their hospice. Your

staff already wants to sign up.

Several of them will participate today if you weren't forbidding it. Most of my

staff has never seen a lynching I have, have you?

No. Did you know most of the times they castrate a man before they string him

up? Why do you think that is?

Fear?

I suppose, based on erroneous stereotypes.

Stereotypes a study like ours could begin to dispel. Bill, trust me when I

tell you, you have stepped into something you do not understand.

Already it's created more of a headache for me than I need. Just this morning, a

journalist from a local Negro paper was in my office wanting to verify the

shocking rumor that Buell Green was embarking on a groundbreaking, top

-secret study exploring Negro sexuality.

But is that not moving history forward, the very thing you implored me to do?

We'll move history forward.

Mark my words, we just won't do it by burning my hospital to the ground.

If you don't mind, I came in here to take a leak.

Unless you'd like to watch.

Let's start with shrimp cocktail and then steak and lobster for the main

part. And then how about hot fudge sundaes for dessert?

You can do hot fudge. Anything is possible, madam.

All right. Banana splits.

You know, the more you care, the more you spend, right?

Ooh, what about a nice sculpture?

We could do a swan. I don't want a swan.

That's the most words you've said in a row all day. Betty, I'm watching you.

It's like you're killing yourself over all this stuff.

Yeah, well, your pretzels are going into every food fair in the country. I mean,

Gene, honey, it's not every day a man is syncopated.

Syndicated? Yeah, syndicated. And I want you to know I appreciate all this. It's

very sweet of you. It is.

Bud?

I've been thinking.

And?

And the idea that...

We're not going to be able to have kids of our own.

It's been really tough.

I admit that.

So I've been trying to get used to the idea of adopting.

And I just, I can't.

I wanted our kids to be you. Part you, anyway.

And when I realized how much I want to see you in those little faces, it always

led me back to you.

I'm sorry. That had too many U's in it.

It's okay.

You're enough.

That's what I'm trying to say.

It's not like you don't frustrate the hell out of me because half the time I

want to wring your neck.

But as long as I'm yours and you're mine, that's enough for me.

Dinner's in 15 minutes.

You were saying something about Hendricks, about his not wanting Negroes

in the study?

Hendricks doesn't.

But he's wrong.

And he knows he's wrong.

Why would he say it then?

He's scared.

Because it's dangerous for him.

Because all taboos feel dangerous until they're broken.

Apparently there's a Negro journalist who's interested in the study being a

pure green. We're trying to find this journalist.

Once we can convince him of the value of the work, and he writes as much, then

what choice does Hendrix have but to bless Negro participation in the study?

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm just... I don't know, I... Every night I wonder if they put on this show

just for me.

Every night?

You watch them?

No, not every night.

But the situation does, it does concern me.

You're staring at them like some peeping Tom.

I'm not a... What about you, standing here proposing to do the exact same

thing, stare at Negroes? At a hospital, in a study.

Oh, and because it's for science, it's not the same thing?

I don't feel safe.

They haven't done anything.

Libby, either you change this situation, or I will, because...

This... This needs to stop.

Excuse me, ma'am. Dr.

Franklin's patients sit on that side of the waiting room.

I'm here to see Dr. Masters.

I'm Virginia Johnson. I'm Dr. Masters' research assistant.

Are you here as a patient or for the study?

I'm Morgan Hogue from the St. Louis Chronicle.

I understand you've been looking for me.

Yes, we have. Please, come with me.

I mean that you couldn't stay away forever.

That's just a week.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

All of the above.

You're staying?

I mean, are you staying?

Stay a little longer.

I gotta go back to work anyway.

What?

Knock it off, Mrs. Mendel's coming.

Mrs. Mendel's not dead yet?

Probably wishes she were.

Harry's stepping out on her, I'm sure of it.

Something with white roses that keeps coming up. Poor Mrs. Mendel.

She loves her husband.

He loves someone else.

Hey.

Why don't we, uh... Why don't we get you an apartment?

Move you out of here.

You know, two rooms.

Maybe a balcony overlooking the river. Would you like that?

There's no reason that the two of us can't see each other all the time.

You know, a lot of the time.

You can hang up this nonsense with Al, and we can just be together.

So you stay married, and I'm your what? Your mistress?

That's a silly thing to say.

That's not what you're proposing?

Men have mistresses. This is a new start for us.

We have money for the first time ever. No, you and Jean have money. The three

of us have money.

And money means options.

Yeah, with me as your piece on the side.

Honey, you and me, we were never going to have the white picket fence ever.

So, if an unconventional life was always in the cards,

then... This unconventional life is a pretty good one.

Mrs. Mendel will be here any minute. You should get dressed.

Jim Crow would certainly feel at home in your waiting room.

Believe it or not, it was actually a Negro doctor that insisted upon keeping

our patients separated.

And now Hendricks won't allow his own staff in the study?

I'm glad you tracked me down. Well, Hendricks wants to maintain the mantle

of respectability here at Buell Green.

Yet we believe the Negro community here could actually benefit from our study.

Your study might also help dispel some of those stereotypes about Negro

sexuality. Our point to Hendrix, exactly.

So are you saying this is the reason you came to Buell Green?

We should have included Negroes in the study from the beginning.

But now that we have, we are committed to this line of inquiry.

My only caution to you would be to remember we're not here to forward

anyone's agenda.

The mandate of our study is to only go where the research leads.

Meaning it isn't your job to eradicate the image of, say, the Mandingo.

A negro that acts like an animal obsessed with sex.

Or the Jezebel, the female equivalent.

I'm sorry, the... The portrayal of black women as oversexed and immoral to the

point where a black woman can be raped because she wants sex all the time.

Well, certain facts.

Can be measured, penis size, performance, frequency.

As Mrs. Johnson says, we will publish what we find and let the facts speak for

themselves.

It's about time they did.

What's going to happen to me?

I'm sorry?

I want you to tell me what's going to happen to me.

You should...

Talk to your general physician.

I'm asking you.

You seem to not think of me as a person, so I trust you to tell me straight, not

to sugarcoat it.

The radiation may slow the cancer, but it's unlikely to stop it.

You're aphasia, Bulborson.

It'll be harder to express your thoughts, to think clearly.

You'll start to sleep for longer and longer periods, and...

You will suffer loss of bladder and bowel control.

Your family can hire a laundry service.

What about pain?

It varies.

You can talk to your doctor about morphine, but it's... Not readily given.

No.

You'll slip into unconsciousness.

By the end, you won't know what's happening.

But I'm sure that your loved ones will do everything they can.

To see that you're comfortable.

Lillian, wait!

Lillian!

Lillian!

Lillian! I'm done, Virginia, with treatment.

Don't be ridiculous.

Ridiculous is lying on that table, radiating my brain in the hopes of

having a few more days to lie on that table and have more radiation. Yes, I

understand why you would feel that way, but... You can't just give up. Why not?

Why isn't that the very best thing I could possibly do? Stop hoping. Accept

what is.

Because you never know what could happen. What did the doctor say? Surely

there must be a protocol. There could be a new trial a month from now, a new

course of treatment. Virginia! Even if the odds are 100 to 1.

You could be that one. We are not days away from curing metastatic cancer.

I don't want to spend what time I have left fighting in battle that I certainly

will lose.

And mostly, I don't want to fight with you.

You don't want to fight at all.

Clearly. You don't even want to fight for your life.

I'm sorry. I don't know how to not fight.

I'm sorry, too.

Lillian.

What are you doing?

I'm going to take a... Oh, God damn it. A taxi.

Let me at least drive you home, Lillian. Please, for my sake. Virginia, I can't

do this for you. I tried.

But I'm done.

So what we should do this weekend is take a trip up north. I have a little

cabin up there. Yeah, smack in the middle of the San Franco mountains.

Fresh air, great fishing, and it's spontaneous.

And I love spontaneous.

Yeah, like the both of you shooting from the hip, showing up here tonight

completely unannounced. And we're glad you did. Of course, we were going to

dinner anyway.

Right? The more the merrier now that we're four. I'm always telling Al he

needs to be more spontaneous.

Hell, are you serious about this?

Only one way to find out. Wait, wait, what's this now?

Uh, well, Helen wants us to elope.

Wait a minute.

Helen proposed to you?

It's crazy, isn't it? I mean, I've never heard of a woman doing that. It's so

romantic. We'll do Jean's party tomorrow. We'll get married the next

day. Jean and Betty can be our witnesses. Oh, this is all happening so

fast. I just want to make sure that... I mean, are you pulling my leg?

Listen to me, kid.

I'm giving it to you straight.

Clark Gable. No!

I can never guess it.

One Rocco more or less. For Christ's sake, Sal, it's Humphrey fucking Bogart.

Okay, well, who cares who it is?

If you want to get hitched to me, I want to get hitched to you.

Come here, baby.

Hey! Hey, you want to do that, you get a room. You do not do that in this house.

That is just fucking rude. Whoa, Betty!

Uh...

I, uh, I am just tired. You three go to dinner. My head is split and I gotta

rest.

I promised her I

wouldn't tell anybody, but now all bets are off.

She's been so pig-headed.

More realistic.

She's giving up.

Then I... I didn't see it coming.

You said she'd been sick for years. No.

I didn't see her coming.

I'm always so... careful, you know,

with people.

Always keep that wall up.

William snuck in.

How is that even possible?

She's so rigid and demanding.

She's a complete know-it-all. She's not even very much fun.

If we're going to be honest.

You didn't see it coming because she's a woman.

Sometimes I would look across our office and think... Oh, my God,

she is so...

Ferocious.

Good she's alone.

She's my friend.

And I don't have a lot of them.

Snuck around the wall.

And now she won't even listen to me.

Lillian, who... She knows me.

It was a friend high up in the police department.

I simply asked him to check because I was concerned about your safety.

It wasn't Robert's fault. So you know that he has a record.

He's been arrested three times. How can that not concern you? You don't

understand. He was walking down the street. They picked him up outside a

bar. One arrest was for assaulting a police officer.

They assaulted him first.

Coral, listen to yourself.

I feel like Robert's intoxicated you to the point where you can't see straight.

Why are you doing this?

Because I am uncomfortable.

I'm very uncomfortable with him and whatever it is that's going on between

you two.

I can't have me or baby John around someone with a criminal record.

And I can see that I can't persuade you to stop seeing him, so... Given that I

don't feel comfortable, that I need to keep my family safe, I can't have him

coming to the house.

I'm sorry, but from now on, you're going to have to find someone else to drive

you. You'll have to make other arrangements.

Yes, ma'am.

I know you think you have something with Robert, but ask yourself, is it really

worth it?

All this tumult for that one thing?

I'll make a call. My auntie could pick me up tonight.

I get the funnies if that's what you're looking for.

Alka-Seltzer, more like.

You must have polished off an entire bottle last night after we left.

Al and I were laughing.

But when we were kids, we would double date, I'd always drive.

I would leave Al in the back seat with his date to have at it while whatever

girl was stuck with me would be sitting in the front seat with her hands in her

lap, wondering why I suddenly went paralyzed.

Al's an oaf. Oh, really?

Because from where I'm standing, it seems like maybe you like Al a lot.

Maybe you got a thing for Al.

Oh, my God.

What? Don't play dumb with me. You yelled like a house on fire when Al

kissed Helen. Their pawing each other was a vulgar display.

Or maybe you want to be in that back seat with Al.

Have him kissing on you instead of Helen. Maybe I'm just not man enough for

you. You can't be serious. You are worth a dozen Al's. Two dozen Al's. We

promised each other no more lies. So if I am disappointing you...

You know, between the sheets. Oh, for God's sakes. You want the truth?

I was genuinely sickened by that Al and Helen freak show.

What are you talking about? They're getting married.

They are somewhere between the bearded lady and the monkey man. I have been

putting up with Al because of you. Because you are friends with him. But

last night, that was too much. I cannot stand Al and I don't want to see them

ever again.

Even Helen?

Helen especially.

If I could check just a few facts with you.

I'm wondering if part of the reason you were drawn to medicine in the first

place was due to the fact that you were sickly as a child.

I'm sorry?

You suffered two serious bouts with a fairly rare blood infection.

Except to see me.

Which landed you in the hospital for...

A three-month stay when you were eight, four and a half months at ten, that must

have left a strong impression on a young boy.

I went into medicine because I was focused. I knew

what I wanted to do.

You had a wide variety of interests at Hamilton College.

You were a boxer, you learned to fly a plane. I had a pilot's license, so...

So, why not be a pilot?

As an obstetrician, you get to bring life into the world.

So, the sickly child became Prometheus, creating man from clay.

If you're trying to imply I have some sort of God complex... The point is,

your story is one our readers can understand.

You've started under adverse circumstances, you've focused on work

that served the greater good, and now you're here at Beale Green, having come

from Memorial Hospital, where your tenure was very short.

A month, in fact.

Technically, yes.

Is it true you assaulted a physician at Memorial?

You... you talked to Doug Greathouse?

The Great House is irrelevant to this story.

There was also an incident where you put a fire extinguisher through a window at

maternity hospital.

This apparently led to your dismissal. That is incorrect.

You weren't dismissed.

The Chancellor and I did not see eye to eye. Miss Holt, the story we agreed is

about the positive effect of our study on the Negro community here at Buell

Green. And it is.

We also agreed the facts would speak for themselves.

And from what I can gather, you've had a very successful career.

But now, with your sex study, you've met with resistance. And so you've

countered with resistance. You've had to. Which makes you a revolutionary of

sorts, estranged from the white community. I'm not estranged from the

white community. Like many in our community, forced to resort to violent

tactics. According to Greathouse and his band of idiots.

Jesus, don't. Don't write that.

Look, these incidents taken out of context will be misunderstood, and I do

not want them used in the piece.

You don't get to say what's included in the piece.

It's my study.

And it's my story.

So you won't be our witnesses now? No.

No, I don't think so. And I also have to talk to you about the party tonight.

What the hell? I know, Al, I'm sorry.

I was gonna make up some story, like the kitchen caught on fire, the caterer got

run over by a bus, but we got a history, so I'm gonna give it to you straight.

Betty doesn't like Helen.

But they're thick as thieves.

Maybe they once were, but something's gone sour there, and Betty is done with

Helen.

That is just insane.

I mean, those two...

They're so close. The way they kiss each other right on the lips, and now they

hate each other.

Wait, wait, wait. What are you talking about?

What do you mean, on the lips?

Yeah.

At Kamal's.

That night we all had dinner.

I went out to see if Helen wanted me to order creme de menthe. She left the

table because Betty was so upset.

Yeah? I see them come out of the ladies' room, and suddenly they're in this lip

lock. Like, you know, Cary Grant, Grace Kelly, and the Catcher Thief.

I mean, I had aunts that used to lip kiss, but they were guineas.

I had mustaches, and I was like pecking.

But Helen and Betty... Wait, wait.

Ow, wait a minute.

I mean, come on.

As I live and breathe.

Are you going to let me in?

I don't open my door to salesmen.

I'm not selling anything. Are you sure?

Aren't you always?

You peddle diet pills in a cancer ward.

That was not my finest moment, I'll admit.

Please, let me in anyway.

I thought, if you had a shopping list, I could pick up some groceries for you.

I'm all set.

Are there any errands that need running?

I could, uh... I could take those letters to the post office, if you'd

like.

This one's for my family.

I was going to send it special delivery.

Can you give it to them in person?

In person?

They're instructions.

There's a family plot in Weymouth.

The depots there go back to the 1800s. My parents will want me buried in this

plot.

They will insist on it.

But I want my body to go to science.

All those brave souls whose bodies taught me how to be a doctor.

Maybe some medical student will...

Discover a cure for ovarian cancer by using lime.

There'd be a nice symmetry to that, don't you think?

By taking this, you're promising me you'll see to it.

That my wishes are carried out.

Will you take it?

There you go.

Night, Mrs. Masters.

Good night.

My auntie's waiting for me.

No doubt Miss Hoag told you I would prefer she not go ahead with this story.

She did.

But I read the rough draft of her piece.

She presents the conflict you have as part of a larger and righteous battle.

I won't lie, it makes a good copy.

No doubt it does.

But to be honest, I'm not worried about myself. I'm more concerned about the

scientific findings.

How so?

I initially told Miss Hogue I would let the facts speak for themselves.

We go wherever the data leads.

But the initial results have given me pause.

Well, Miss Hogue said you were just beginning to bring Negroes into the

study.

We've had plenty of Negro participants since arriving at Buell Green. And while

Negro sexuality wasn't our focus of maternity, we had enough subjects to

warrant a control group. But now, by refocusing this data specifically on

Negro performance...

Physiology.

We found significant differences between white and negro subjects.

Such as?

Penis size, for one.

Sexual appetite.

Elevated testosterone levels.

I don't think this is a story you want to publish.

I think you're lying.

Mr. Wilson, my methods are beyond reproach. You don't want a story

published.

that paint you as a ostracized and unstable figure.

So instead, you threaten me. No one's threatening me. You hold before me the

specter of a story that claims it's true.

The Negro is an animal.

The Negro wants your women.

I'm not an errand boy, Dr. Masters. Here to do your bidding.

I'm an editor, and I will publish that article. Even though men have been

lynched and castrated for the mere perception of sexual aggression, never

mind the scientific confirmation of it, Did you think that you could bully me

into this? And I just shuffle away and say, yes, sir.

Yes, Dr. Masters, I'm so scared of what your study might do.

What kind of a man are you?

I'm not the kind of man who would savage someone's reputation, his livelihood,

his life's work because it makes good copy.

Why don't you go look in the mirror next time you ask that question?

Okay, Dr.

Masters. I'm gonna go look in the mirror just like you say.

You publish this story, and I promise you, I will publish my findings.

Fraudulent findings.

I will prove you a fraud.

You want to take that risk?

My study may have been shown the door, but I've got an office full of

accolades. I've got 25 years of a sterling reputation.

I've delivered the children of every prominent politician, lawmaker, A

newspaper man in this city.

So why don't you go ahead and try me?

Let's see who the public listens to.

Me?

You ready for cheese puffs and champagne?

Hey, how do you get a... What do you call it? It's a cummerbund. Yeah, how do

you get this cummerbund off?

Betty, come on. Hey, what?

A girl can't take her husband upstairs for a quickie before the guests arrive?

Betty.

What is that? Is that your attempt to reassure me?

Because I'm reassured now. About Al, about all these other men that you've

been with. I know...

I know that they didn't mean anything to you. I know you didn't love them.

No, no, I never did love any of them.

Because you loved Helen.

Who are you, Betty?

Come on.

Just tell me.

I mean, we've been round and round with this.

Come on. I think you owe me the truth.

Please, just for once, tell me, who are you really?

I'm just... I'm just a

woman who, yes, loved

him. Helen, but that doesn't matter. Oh, it matters to me.

No, Gene, you're the one I married. You're the one I'm going to stay married

to. It's just you and me, hand in hand, despite everything. Everything. Oh, and

it has been everything.

Every lie imaginable, Betty, come on.

About your past, about you having kids.

And I've made peace with... I have made peace with all of it.

Because I found something that was important to me. I found someone that I

loved. And now you're telling me that your heart belongs to Helen.

And that doesn't matter. That I should be happy about these fucking compromises

and half-truths that are going to carry us into old age.

This fucking avalanche that is our marriage.

I care about you. Care. Care is what you have for a stray dog that you find in

the road.

Love is what you have for someone that you share your bed with. Gene, there

are... Stop it!

I cannot hear this anymore. You want to sell yourself? You're the pro here. Go

ahead.

But I will... I cannot.

Sell myself this cheap.

I learned to box step to this song.

I could tell you.

I was 13.

Eight inches taller than the tallest boy.

They called me giraffe.

Not just tall.

Spotted.

All of you of the boys must have caught up to you eventually.

A little piece of you is always the girl you were at 13.

Did you ever fall in love with a boy?

I think so.

No one's ever been in love with me, though.

Not that I've known of, anyway.

I've had relations a few times.

No one's ever stayed.

You know, lingered.

And that's what I've missed out on.

That kind of closeness.

You have that with Bill.

With Bill.

Bill.

He loves you.

He never says it.

But you know it.

That's everything, isn't it?

This is how I get my kids to drift off.

I trace words on their foreheads.

Sleep tight.

Eat your broccoli.

With me, you could always play connect the dots.

No.

More like stars.

I see the constellations in these freckles.

A Big Dipper.

Ursa Major.

And there's La Lanta with her crown and

her chariot. La Lanta. There's no La Lanta. Oh, you don't know that myth? No.

The warrior princess.

Strong and brave.

And so tall and beautiful.

That she struck some men dumb.

Some men very dumb.

But she knew who she was.

And that is why she burns so brightly.

You can always spot her in the sky.

I'll see you in the morning In the morning

That was good. It was fun.

Yeah, it was nice, huh?

What are you doing?

Do you know it's a federal offense to tamper with someone's man? I'm not

tampering. I'm looking for Coral.

I didn't see her name on any of the apartment lists. What do you want with

Coral?

Is that another threat?

Just because you're her boyfriend doesn't mean that you get to... What

boyfriend? Who told you that?

Coral told me.

I'm her brother.

You have different last names.

We have different fathers.

But she... She said that you... About your relationship, about what?

Your leg is bleeding.

Why don't you scrape it on?

Yeah.

What Coral told you, but whatever it was, it wasn't true.

Fine, you can stop.

I said stop.

Give this to Coral.

Please? This is her severance.

Take it.

Just please take it.

You know what, you can tell her that she's fired.

Lillian? It's me. I forgot to take the letter.

Lillian?

Lillian?

Lillian! Lillian!

Yes, hello, I need an ambulance. My friend, she's taking sleeping pills, an

overdose. Okay, ma'am. I need the address.

The address.

I have never misrepresented my work.

Ever. Even as a tactic.

Yes, I heard.

There's nothing more dangerous than a desperate man.

I can't continue like this.

It took me 16 years at Good Samaritan before I left and built something of my

own.

This hospital.

Before I finally turned my attention fully and without compromise to the work

I was meant to do.

I can't work in a hospital anymore.

I can't be beholden to others' rules.

God knows who would have me even if I could.

So cut the cord.

25 years of a career.

My entire life.

No more delivering babies.

Surgical privileges gone.

It feels like dying.

And it is.

So let's see if you have the guts to be reborn.

I want your office cleared out by morning.

I'm sorry, I must have, uh... You're looking for Virginia?

Shelly. Declan.

Who are you?

I thought you might be her, that she lost her key or something.

Who are you?

I just said.

Who are you?

To Virginia?

Her beau.

I guess that's what I am.

We were supposed to meet here tonight, but so far she's a no-show.

No call, nothing.

You have a key.

You've been dating a while?

A couple months.

Met in the lobby at the Park Plaza.

Caught the last round of the Moore-Durell fight.

Ah, yes.

I remember that night.

Anyway, I was just passing by. I'm sorry, and you are?

A colleague.

Virginia and I work together.

That's all.

But can I give her a message?

No.

No message.

What is it?