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Previously on Masters of Sex. This kind of smut does not belong in this

hospital. We'll reconvene in my office.

You should be done toadying up to the likes of Fitzhugh.

It's where the study started.

It's also where you were fired. Sorry about the locks.

I have been ejaculating prematurely. You can help with that, can't you?

We can.

Now I understand why you can't be honest with our daughter, and I pay the price

every time I call Vivian and she hangs up on me. Let me tell Graham. You're

asking too much, Mark.

No! No!

Say you're sorry, you little shit!

I'll never say sorry to you!

Ever!

I found out something bad about my mother. She bring her boyfriends around

here? What boyfriends?

Come on, you've met him.

I'm not so sure he's a keeper.

The phone has been ringing off the hook. I've got this big shot perfume guy from

New York who wants in.

Oh, do I have the wrong night?

I'm sorry, Joe. I thought it was Friday.

God, you are so like her.

What girl I used to know. Here it comes again.

The old Dan Logan charm.

Baby didn't cry.

You didn't have to see why the baby wasn't crying.

The phone didn't ring.

Your neighbor didn't stop by to borrow some sugar.

Or an egg.

She was short an egg.

You don't have to move your convertible to get it out of the rain.

I could try again.

Just to make sure that it really happened.

My mother's left.

Can't be.

Your mother's in the living room, apparently.

Get dressed.

And then what?

No person would ever think you had a baby.

Only a mother. You look like a million bucks, honey. A couple of more pounds

and you'll be back to normal. What are you doing here?

We thought if we told you we were coming, you'd put us off again.

I told her, Jen, I did. I said, no one likes uninvited guests. And I told him

there's no new mother who doesn't need her own mother. Am I right?

Right.

Is this the robe that I bought you in high school?

Aren't you happy to see them?

Yes! Yes, of course I am. I'm just surprised.

Tessa told us that Tuesdays were best. Because usually I'm a dad, so it's just

you and Lisa alone.

I told Grammy and Gramps that Lisa's just started smiling.

Oh, we cannot wait to see her.

Why don't I go get her?

No, if you wake her up now, then she'll be up the rest of the night.

And you must be so tired from that long train ride, so why don't I make up a bed

for you in the back room?

But it's early still. Aren't you going to offer them a cup of tea?

Oh, I am not, Edna. Your grandmother exaggerates. First, it was bridges and

skyscrapers. I read you one article about the Seagram Building. And then the

Space Needle. Oh, my goodness. Is it nine already?

When did it get so late?

Which I am. I love babies. Well, if you go to sleep now, then you'll be all...

Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when Lisa wakes up in the morning. So why don't we

take this tea to bed?

How high is the arch, Gramps? 63 stories.

17,000 tons of steel. I'm telling you, Tessie, it is truly an engineering

marvel.

What was that? Possums.

Again. We have possums. Didn't sound like a possum.

Sounded like Santa jumping off the chimney.

Well, it's more than likely you got yourself a raccoon, Jen.

What about me and you check it out? You and I.

Grammar. I'll get a flashlight. No, you are not running around in the middle of

the night with your grandfather looking for a raccoon. That's ridiculous, Tessa.

Why don't I take a look in the morning? See if there's a hole in the eaves that

need repairing.

See now, if you had a real husband, that would be his job.

No more nightmares, I hope?

Nightmares?

Believe me.

That is the last time I try reading that awful Truman Capote book before bed.

Last night was my night. I know, and I felt terrible, intruding, but I just

couldn't fall back asleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, I would see that farmhouse. That poor family.

I better get dressed. We should be leaving soon, Graham.

I've decided I'd like to go, too. I already called in sick. I told them I

had food poisoning.

No, we've been through this, Jo.

We are not in bed at... the same time, so why would we go to counseling

together? We're in bed together right now.

Not in the sense I'm talking about.

Glasser says we should deal with what's real.

This is what's real between us. Well, what's also real is the fact that most

of the world is not nearly as open-minded as we are. I'm not ashamed

of what we have.

Neither am I.

But Dr. Masters and Mrs. Johnson work with couples.

One man...

and one woman. They wouldn't know what to do with three people. They're the

world-leading experts on sex, Margaret.

They, more than anybody, know historically monogamy is the exception,

not the rule.

Take a look at sub-Saharan Africa, the Islamic world.

It's only our retrograde Western society that teaches us to believe the logic of

love as scarcity, as a commodity that's to be stored up and hoarded.

These people are my friends, Graham. I've known Bill Masters for 20 years.

What the three of us have, I'm just not ready to share it with him. I'm sorry.

Well, we're on this path together.

We all go at our own pace.

Oh, she is so beautiful.

I think she looks just like me.

Don't you think she looks just like me?

Just dry toast.

Mother, I can't fix you something else. No, I'm watching my weight.

Too many calories in margarine.

I'm back in my old clothes, Mother.

Marjorie Dupont is still walking around with that baby weight, and Lance just

graduated high school.

Which, frankly, is a miracle.

He's not a very bright boy, that Lance. He broke our porch light twice, tossing

the morning paper onto the stoop.

Maybe he just has bad aim.

The first time was bad aim. The second time was stupidity.

And Marjorie wants me to introduce him to Tessa the next time she comes to

visit.

She's a million times too good for that boy.

Well, Tessa does have a little juvenile delinquent in her.

She's been giving me a hard time lately.

What do you expect?

She's been bouncing between two households.

She's not bouncing.

Did Tessa tell you that she's bouncing? I can see for myself.

It's no way to raise a teenager, Mary Virginia.

Who's keeping tabs on her?

And who knows what secret she's keeping from you?

Secrets such as having her grandparents show up unannounced.

I really don't appreciate you telling her not to tell me, Mother.

Used to do that all the time when she was little, buying her candy and saying,

don't tell mommy. Well, it's a grandmother's prerogative to spoil her

grandchildren. Of course, the rules never apply to you.

Oh, and look at you. What about your rules?

Hitched to a man in name only, pawning off this poor baby to some babysitter

when you're going off to do your sex work.

It's not sex work, mother. Sex work is what prostitutes do.

Try explaining the difference to my friends.

Well, why don't you tell your friends that your daughter has co-authored a

seminal work on human sexuality?

And she's supporting herself handsomely from the proceeds.

You know what this needs?

It needs a little marmalade.

very unpopular this morning.

They're all from Ronald Sturgis and Pals, those religious weirdos who've

been hanging out in the lobby this whole week.

What happened to you?

Tripped up on my own front step.

Let me fix it. No, I don't want anyone touching my... Betty,

don't...

The vertebral column is very sensitive. You can't... You want the pain to go

away? Trust me, I know what I'm doing. Helen's got sciatica and she's too vain

to give up high heels. Now just lean back.

I most certainly will not.

Betty, stop.

All right, let your spine stretch out. Stop it, Betty, I mean it. Sometimes you

can actually feel the vertebrae pop back in. I mean it. Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Atta boy.

Oh, you did it. Yeah.

Oh.

Oh, Betty.

Oh.

That is absolutely... Doug.

I was hoping to have a word with you, Bill.

I'd appreciate a few moments of your time.

Of course.

Thank you, Betty. That'll be all.

Look, I feel awful about what happened the other week.

Seeing you at that cocktail party, it brought back some, well, some strong

emotions. For you, too, I'm sure.

The truth of the matter is, it's been ten years since the unpleasantness

between us. And clearly, you've gone on to some impressive accomplishments.

You've got your own practice.

You've got a best-selling book on your hands.

I think it's high time that you and I bury the hatchet. Don't you think?

You've had Doug, haven't you?

I've given it a lot of thought. In the space of two weeks, to go from publicly

insulting a man, calling his integrity into question, demeaning his work,

to this display?

There wouldn't be any ulterior motives here, would there, Doug?

You have a son, don't you, Bill?

I'm sure you would do anything in the world for him, wouldn't you?

Ronnie is an architect.

Two years ago, he married a sweet girl, Leela.

They've been trying to have a baby. No luck. But it didn't matter. They had

plenty of time.

Yesterday, a letter came from the draft board.

My son's been called up.

He won't last five minutes in a war.

Everyone feels the same way about their child.

Not true.

I wouldn't be worried if it were either my two older boys, Sam or Dale.

But Ronnie's different.

I've got to get him a deferral.

Ah.

If his wife were pregnant, he'd be 3A.

You are the best fertility man in the Midwest, Bill. I have never denied that.

You certainly didn't take it into account when you threw me out of Wash U

after 15 years.

I can't undo what's been done, Bill.

The only thing I can do is try to make it right.

Well, what exactly did you have in mind?

Martin. How are you? I'm fine, thank you.

I'm here to see Margaret.

Is she here?

Yeah, she'll be out in a minute. Come on in.

We're going to see your colleagues, actually. Oh, I won't keep her long.

I didn't realize that you were a student of Rich Huffman's.

Dr. Huffman? He's my mentor.

Medical school.

Well, he tells me that there's no one in the world that knows more about bacteria

than you do.

He said you're teaching over at St. John's? There's an office with my

nameplate on the door, but the focus of my research is cholera, so I spend a

good part of the year abroad.

Follow the germs.

Precisely.

Joe, I thought you were taking the day off. No reason to now, is there?

Oh.

Hello.

Hi.

Have you seen my turquoise earrings?

Did you check the bathroom drawer?

Yes, I checked the bathroom.

I didn't realize you were here.

No, no, they were just a small matter I was hoping to discuss with you.

Although it seems like maybe now's not a good time.

Well, we are on our way out the doors.

We've got ten minutes before we have to leave. In the meantime, I'll look for

those earrings.

I met Joe, is it? Did you?

Is that Graham's daughter?

I don't have a lot of time, Barton.

Well, I thought a lot about what you said the other night, and I know how

difficult it's been.

I'm sorry.

They kissed on the lips.

Graham and that young woman.

Joe and Graham were in a relationship.

As in a romantic relationship?

Yes, in fact.

And you know about this?

Jo works at a travel agency.

She's the one who used to book all of Graham's trips for work. His trips to

India, Kenya.

They started up a sort of friendship.

He started calling her when he'd come home to tell her about his trips.

Eventually they decided to take it beyond the telephone and meet in person.

Graham likes to call it love at first dial.

Well, they, uh...

She moved in with us six months ago.

And that's all right with you?

This arrangement?

Graham and I decided together.

For heaven's sake, Margaret.

You're living in some sort of commune, like those crazy people you hear about

in Berkeley.

Historically speaking, in most cultures in the world, monogamy happens to be the

exception.

Historically speaking, I came here to give you permission to tell Graham about

my... About us.

Because I wanted you to be honest with the man you love.

And you can't even be honest with yourself.

What are you doing, Margaret?

What am I doing? Yes. I'm living in the truth. At least I'm trying to, which is

far more than I can say for you.

Hate to say it.

In the bathroom drawer.

Well, I am sorry. I had no idea they were coming.

How long are they staying?

Unclear.

No one is more unhappy about this than I am. My mother has a true talent for

insinuating herself into everybody else's business, especially mine.

Oh, and she wants to come into the office for a visit, so I need you to

help me put on a good face.

I can do that, I think.

Here's something that'll cheer you up. We have been invited back to Washington

University. Invited back? There's a faculty consortium tomorrow night. The

keynote speaker has dropped out. They need someone of note.

Fitzhugh is begging for us to fill the spot. Fitzhugh?

The chancellor who led the charge against you, against us?

Bill, they put dildos on my desk.

I was mauled in the bathroom. We can't go back there. That's exactly why we

should go back. I won't.

No, nothing could induce me to stand in front of those people and speak.

Well, I'll speak for both of us, then.

Tell them the battle is over and they have lost.

It begins with the woman's knees astride the male, facing forwards, her pubis

perched above his erection. And then, with a minimal amount of touching, the

tip of the man's penis is inserted into the vaginal opening.

Just the tip.

I insert it, or Graham does?

You do.

Graham, your job is to do as little as possible. Just remain totally passive.

Passive?

Graham, uh... He prefers to be in charge, and I have to say I prefer that,

too. I've had partners who've... left it up to me to make things happen, and it

hasn't worked out so well for either of us.

Well, in order to treat the problem...

You both need to be open to exploring different sexual dynamics.

Well, Margaret is far more open-minded than she's giving herself credit, aren't

you? And you?

I just don't know how I'll be able to maintain an erection if I don't stay

active. Perhaps your prematurity is linked to this drive to be in charge.

You're anticipating what it feels like to cross the finish line before the race

has even begun.

What you need to do is take your foot off the accelerator.

Yes. You be the car and let Margaret drive.

And I just do nothing? You focus on what it feels like to be inside her. Resist

the temptation to move. Let the urge to orgasm subside and you will become

desensitized. Once that happens, Margaret, you can allow Graham's penis

to penetrate more deeply.

stopping at each point to establish that new baseline.

And if I feel as though I'm a orgasm? You immediately withdraw.

And, Margaret, you apply the squeeze technique.

Now, you place two fingers on the side of the penis facing Graham.

I'm so sorry. Did we establish whether or not you're circumcised?

We did. He is. I am.

All right. So you place two fingers here on the...

coronal ridge, one above, one below.

Hey, why don't you give it a try?

The cowardly, the unbelieving, the violent... Just one moment.

The sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters, and all

liars, they will be consigned to the fiery lake of burning sulfur.

Better call the police.

This is the second death, Dr. Masters.

I called your office an hour ago.

It's been a long afternoon, Lib. I got here as soon as I could.

I told Betty that it was an emergency.

Well, we had an emergency of our own.

Oh, someone present with a case of ejaculatory incompetence?

No.

In fact, a group of Bible-waving lunatics descended upon our waiting

room. I wouldn't leave until the police cleared them out one by one.

Now, what was so important that I had to rush home? Your son was beaten up at

school, and he came home with a bloody gash over his eye and his shirt torn.

What happened?

He refuses to tell me. All I can guess is that some bully decided to pick on

him. Where is he now? He's in the bathroom.

I cleaned him up and told him to sit in there until I could find the iodine.

I'll take a look.

Please be gentle with him.

Bill, he's shaken up enough as it is, okay? I'll talk to him myself.

I'd like to know what happened.

I told you I got into a fight.

What precipitated it?

Someone picking on you?

Are they teasing you?

It doesn't matter.

Well, it matters to me.

I started it.

My friends and I, we were playing football at recess.

And another boy, he was trying to take the ball away.

We asked him to stop, but he wouldn't.

So I made him.

Trust me.

I don't look half as bad as he does.

We shouldn't be getting into fights, John.

You need to focus on your studies.

Smells like my grandma.

Can you elaborate?

She used to keep a tin of licorice in her purse and...

When I did something naughty, she wouldn't spank me. She would bribe me

with it.

Her heart rate didn't go up?

Not significantly, no.

So it wasn't a sexual response? To my grandmother.

Let Lester try.

Wanda Petrowski?

She wore something very similar to this one. We used to sit in her parked car,

and she would list for me one by one the reasons.

She wouldn't let me kiss her.

Is failure an emotion?

That would be my emotional response to this.

Let's not get worried yet. It's just a demonstration.

Let's try another scent.

These stories don't get at what I'm looking for.

What is it that you're looking for? Not just what people think they feel.

Something more unspoken.

Let me give you an example.

There was this gal I used to see.

She was pretty enough.

Very friendly.

But she really only cared about two things.

Her gin and her orchids. She used to breed show orchids as a hobby, and the

more gin she drank, the more she talked about them.

Now, I'm not much for flowers that don't smell, and I hate gin.

But still, I was drawn to this woman. What does your wife think of this story?

This was a long time ago.

And all I know is that every time I had to do business in Pittsburgh, I thought

how much I didn't want to hear about those orchids.

And I still called her anyway.

Now tell me, what's the test you could do to help me understand why I picked up

the phone?

Tightening of the scrotum, blood flow to the penis.

And when she opened the door?

Half the time I wasn't even sure she remembered my name, but she still let me

in.

What's the test that tells us why she did that?

Lubrication of the vaginal walls, maybe hardening of the areoli. I want them to

smell my perfumes while we test those things. Okay, I'm out. Me too.

I'm paying you for the Cadillac of sex research.

That's what I expect to get.

Grandma! Grandma!

Grandma!

Oh.

What are you doing?

Have you seen what's under here?

No one's vacuumed under here for months.

Do you want me to do that for you?

Oh, would you mind an awful lot?

It's just Mom hasn't done any in a while, hers or mine.

Of course she hasn't. Just leave it here.

Do you want to join us?

We're having a little dessert.

Oh, you all enjoy.

I'm cleaning. There's nothing more satisfying than cleaning for somebody

who doesn't have time.

I

know

you feel your mother's hard on you, but it's because she worries.

She's a... Worry about me.

Worry about how things look, how I look.

She wants to polish everything until it shines, including me.

She does it every time she visits.

Just like she used to do with those beauty pageants.

Do you remember the one in Topeka?

I had to drive in the car with her for eight hours.

All the way there, she made me press on my front teeth with a popsicle stick as

if I could somehow fix my overbite before we got there.

She knew how happy you'd be to wear that winning sash.

No, she wanted to see me in the sash.

What kind of mother puts an eight-year-old in a beauty pageant?

But, honey, she didn't put you in the pageant. You entered yourself.

You saw it in a magazine, filled out the form and sent it in. Then you begged

your mother to drive you to Topeka.

If she pushed you too hard, it's because she didn't want you to be disappointed.

Once the female has mounted the male, she takes the penis and slides the tip.

Okay. I'm going to take it and put it inside just a little bit.

How's that? It's good.

Don't move.

I won't do it. I feel like I'm suppressing a sneeze.

Just sit.

Try to think of it as if you're you're lowering yourself into a

warm bath letting yourself adjust to the temperature

It's working.

Just feel it.

Let yourself dissolve into me.

Could you not do that?

Don't close your eyes.

Does it say that in the instructions?

No, that's just for me.

I see you. I see you.

I've decided to take the high road right off the top. I'm going to acknowledge

the university as the birthplace of the study.

Have you seen your son?

Oh, he looks fine.

Boys that age heal quickly. There won't be a scar.

Um, I went through his book bag this afternoon looking for his lunchbox and

from this, pulled it up at the bottom.

Dear Johnny, I am sorry that I punched you. I promise that I will not do it

again. From Dennis Daughtry.

Johnny made the whole thing up.

About starting the fight.

They called the school.

Apparently this Dennis has been picking on him for weeks.

Taunting him and calling him names.

Then this morning he and four other boys held Johnny down on the football

field. punching and kicking him.

They said they wouldn't let him go until Johnny gave in and admitted that he was

a sissy.

Eventually the teacher saw what was happening and broke it up.

She made Dennis write an apology note.

I was going to suggest that we both call the parents tomorrow.

Dennis Daughtry?

Apparently you can spell your own name.

Well, that's impressive.

Although you do seem to have a little trouble with some of the bigger words.

Leave me alone. Don't you walk away from me.

You swung these knuckles into my son's face. You did. Yes, you did. I know you

did. I know. Don't deny it.

I'm a doctor.

I know things.

For instance...

I know that you're, what, 13?

But you're in Johnny's grade. So how many times have you been held back now,

Dennis? Two? Three?

I make you feel bad about yourself.

You know why that is?

Because it means you're stupid.

And that's why you lash out at other boys. Boys like my son. Boys who are

smart. Boys who are smarter than you. Better than you.

You know what? I know you're smart enough to know that if a doctor

threatens you,

No one can protect you, can they?

Certainly not your father, with his sad little plumbing business.

No, you're alone, Dennis.

And you know what?

One of these days, you're going to end up just like your old man.

You're going to unclog other people's shit out of their toilet. You're looking

at a future where you work with your hands, Dennis, so you better take care

of them.

Go home. Clean yourself up.

I thought maybe lemon chicken for dinner? With those scalloped potatoes

you make? Those are so good. You have to teach me.

Potatoes. Heavy cream.

So.

How did it go with those new exercises?

Well, it's too soon to say.

We're only just at the beginning.

Don't be modest, Magpie.

They went well.

They certainly sounded like they went well.

You were listening?

I was passing by in the hall.

Jo.

You promised that whatever you learned from those doctors, you would tell me.

So that it could work for us too, Graham. You promised.

I also told you that we needed time alone together to get it right before

any lessons could be passed on.

It seemed like you were getting it right.

You cannot listen at the door.

It's unfair to us. We each have our private time, and this was ours.

Margaret, try it, JoJo.

Well, I'm sorry, but I was scared, okay?

I mean, if he can fix the problem with you, he's not going to want to work on

it with me. And if you can cure him, he's going to love you more.

That's not going to happen. But she hopes it does, don't you?

Hope it does.

All right, let's just sit down and take a breath.

Don't you?

Don't you want him to love you more?

The truth.

I do, yes.

Yes, I do.

So where does that leave me?

Well... I guess that leaves you with your ear pinned against the door,

terrified of what's going on inside.

What has gotten into you? You can't know, Margaret.

You can't know what it's like, what it feels like, standing on the other side

of that door.

I know exactly what it feels like, far more than either of you.

I spent years and years and years worried that I was going to lose the man

that I love to something going on behind some door.

30 years. My life...

imploded into a million messy pieces. And I tried to scrape it back together

as best I could until I found Graham.

I fell in love with Graham on my own. You were not part of that, Joe.

We didn't have any problems in bed or anywhere else until you came along.

Margaret, you won't have it. Why did you bring her into this?

I didn't do anything. We agreed.

We did not invite your travel agent over for fondue and two bottles of rose

because we wanted to fuck her.

Joe is young and pretty. There are a million men in the world for Joe.

That's not the point.

It couldn't be more the point.

We were happy, weren't we, before Joe?

Yes. Then why?

Graham, why is she here?

I had feelings for her.

I wasn't going to lie to you about them.

I knew I was going to act on them.

Are you going to show us inside the exam room? They're all currently in use, Mom.

Wait a sec.

There are people having relations in there?

Only if we've been successful in helping them. Your daughter's been very helpful

to so many people who, without her and the duck, would have had no place else

to turn.

Yes, but in the middle of the day?

I can finish showing them around if you want to take a break. And go where?

You've always wanted to see Canada.

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, Virginia said you might stop by.

Great to see you, Bill.

We were just about to impose and take a look at the arch from your office. Oh,

it's not an imposition at all. I understand from Virginia you know a

great deal about its construction.

Bill, how is your lovely wife?

Libby is well, thanks. And the little ones?

Virginia tells me that you have three now.

Not so little anymore.

Uh, if you're free tonight... Virginia and I have been invited to Washington

University to give a talk.

I'm sure I speak on behalf of both of us when I say we'd be honored to have you

as our guests.

Oh.

I think I'm retired.

I would have mentioned it myself. I just didn't think it was something you'd be

interested in. Wonderful. Virginia can put your names down on the guest list.

You ready for the nickel tour?

Right over here, we have Dr.

Master's office.

Why is your mother staring at me like that? Now, Bill, this looks a lot like

the petition list of people at Wash U who had you fired. There's a reason for

that. It is the petition list.

That was Dennis Daughtry's mother on the phone.

Libby, please.

Can we talk about this later? I really need to focus right now. I need to

understand how you could have possibly thought that that was a good idea. I

have been racking my brain. I didn't handle it well.

But I handled it.

You physically attacked a 13-year-old boy. I did not.

I did not attack him. I had a conversation with him.

And that boy's the size of a linebacker. You don't really think that makes it

okay. Somebody needed to teach him a lesson.

What lesson are you teaching our son?

You cannot let a bully get away with it. He has to be made to see that there are

consequences.

Whether it's a 13-year-old boy or the chancellor of a university.

Did you know after Fitzhugh fired me, they changed the locks?

All my research, every single piece of data I collected over three years, all

of it taken away from me.

They had some security guard pick me up by the shirt collar like I was some

street vagrant.

And you know the only thing I regret? I regret walking out that door, giving

them the satisfaction.

I should have made them drag me.

This is not about you, Bill.

This is about our son.

And our son needs help.

I'm about to go back to that place and face those same men.

So Libby, we will talk about this tomorrow.

Bill Masters and Virginia Johnson need no introduction, especially here at

Washington University, where their groundbreaking study on human sexual

response was conceived.

That's not a word I use lightly, because Bill Masters is a master of

conception.

He is a world-renowned expert in fertility and a skilled obstetrician.

having brought thousands of healthy babies into the wards of our own

hospital. Now, with his colleague, Virginia Johnson, a renowned

psychologist in her own right, he has published a work of great scientific

import. We are lucky to have them on such short notice to share their

findings with us.

63 stories, 17,000 tons of steel.

The new St. Louis Arch is a grand monument to those brave pioneers of

Western expansion, those men and women who forsook safety and headed into the

wilderness despite the naysayers.

They dreamed of making the unknown known.

I think it's not a stretch to say that, in our laboratories in Wash U and now in

our own private clinic.

Mrs. Johnson and I have taken up the mantle of that pioneering spirit.

Margaret. Martin.

I'm here to see Bill. I don't have an appointment. I just thought I might

catch him. He and Virginia are at Wash U giving a speech.

Oh.

And yet you're here.

I'm happy to be done with that place. There's nothing there for me anymore.

I didn't expect it to feel so good, walking away, making a fresh start.

Oh, God.

Are those even possible fresh starts?

Haven't you made one?

I came here to thank Bill and Virginia for their help, but to tell them Graham

and I won't be returning to therapy.

Oh.

Yeah, it turns out sex isn't really the problem with us. It's me.

I picked a situation as far away as possible from what I had with you.

A man who wanted me so much, he physically couldn't wait to have me.

Who loved women so much, he had to have two of them.

Who led a life without secrets, so there were no devastating truths to discover

because I already knew the worst.

A man who was...

ready and able to fix what was broken between us.

Only what's really broken, Barton, is me.

I left Graham tonight.

I walked out with my coat and my car keys.

You'd think that'd be the beginning of a fresh start, wouldn't you?

No possessions, no personal attachments, not even a wallet.

And yet...

I'm going to make the same mistakes all over again.

How could I not? I'm the same person I've always been. I'm looking for the

same thing, and I have no idea how to find it.

You don't think you've changed?

No.

I do.

Why?

Because you left him.

You didn't wait for him to leave you like you did with me.

That's the difference.

That's how you've changed.

You know that there's something more, something

better.

And you know that you deserve it.

Or you would have stayed.

But I'm alone.

All alone.

I don't know what to do now. I don't... Who do I have?

Where is home?

I... I think maybe I can help. I think... I

think maybe... I can give that back to you.

Vivian, honey, it's your father.

Am I calling too late?

No.

No, nothing's wrong.

I just... I

have something to tell you about your mother and me

and why our marriage ended.

I think it's important that you know the truth.

The truth about me.

In the future, when people talk about our work, I hope that they will say

to each other, what was all the fuss about?

I hope they'll find it hard to believe there was ever a time that this kind of

study was necessary. What a triumph that would be.

Thank you.

We have time for a few questions.

Leslie Farber. Go ahead.

No one knows how your work will be received in the future, but I find

myself concerned about the hidden risks it poses. Your science takes the...

relationship between man and woman, husband and wife, and renders it in

numbers, graphs.

Sex is reduced to a mechanical process without any reference to the human

psyche. Qualities like modesty, chastity, fidelity, shame, and

most glaring of all, nowhere in your book does the word love

appear.

Sir, what was your question, sir?

My question, Dr. Masters, is where is the love?

In 1687, Sir Isaac Newton discovered what was then known

as the law of universal gravitation, gravity.

Take two objects. The larger object exerts an attractive force on the

smaller object, pulling it towards itself, as it were.

An apple falls from a tree.

The Earth, by far the more massive object, pulls the apple to the ground.

Simple enough. Only Newton's theory left scientists a

rather puzzling problem.

To paraphrase you, Dr. Farber, where is the gravity?

It's not something you can see or touch.

It's not something you can put under microscopes or examine from a telescope.

Well, 230 years after Newton, a German patent clerk in Switzerland

finally realized that scientists have been asking the wrong question all

along. They would never find an object in all the immensity of space called

gravity because, in point of fact, gravity is nothing but the shape of

space itself.

That clerk, Einstein, posited that the apple does not fall to the ground

because the earth exerts some mysterious kind of force upon it. The apple falls

to the ground because it is following the lines and grooves that gravity has

carved into space.

And when we talk about sex...

We do not talk about love, Dr. Farber, because love cannot be rendered into

columns and graphs as if it were the same as blood pressure or heart rate.

Love is not a force exerted by one body onto another.

It is the very fabric of those bodies.

Love is that which carves the lines and grooves.

The curvature of our desire.

Great night, honey.

Thank you, Daddy.

I really regret these shoes.

Oh.

I'll, uh, I'll bring the car around.

Oh, good. Thank you, honey.

Did you enjoy yourself?

It was very illuminating.

I'm so glad that it worked out.

I'm able to get a sense of the work. What kind of contribution to science

we're making. I'm making.

I underestimated you.

You did?

Here I thought that you'd made a mess of your life, but now I see that you are

this close to being able to fix things.

Really. I'm so proud of you.

You are?

All you've got to do is get him to leave his wife and marry you.

You're so close.

Strike while the iron is hot, and don't give me a chance to get tired of you.

I'll meet you at the car.

Quite an evening.

Bill sure can work a crowd.

I didn't know that you were here.

I snuck in the back at the last minute.

I figured a smart investor tries to learn everything he can about his

investment. I'm glad I did.

I had no idea he was so far into the research on sexual inadequacy. I can see

the real potential there for overlap with our products.

Are you all right?

Fine.

Are you sure? You look upset.

How would you like to take me to dinner sometime?

You're awfully quiet.

Am I?

For a man who just very publicly vanquished his enemies, yes, I would say

you're rather subdued.

You won, Bill. It's what you wanted.

Aren't you even a little bit pleased?

I didn't respect their opinions when they called me a pervert. I don't know

why the hell I thought their approbation would matter now.

Then what... What was the point of this whole exercise?

I don't know.

As I was walking down from the podium, listening to that applause,

all I could think about was my father.

to shave for his birthday.

So I was cutting out the change in the drugstore and the sales lady asked me if

I needed a bandage for my split lip.

So this is his gift to me that morning.

I'll go check in on the others.

How was your day?

Fine.

Your face is healing well.

That boy hasn't bothered you again?

I remember reading that book.

Yeah, I was just your age when I read it.

I remember climbing up the ladder to the attic and pulling the trapdoor shut

behind me.

Why?

I didn't want my father to know where I was.

Why?

You were giving me chores.

I'd have had to stop reading.

Have you gotten to the part where Henry faces the charge and he fires his gun?

I used to love that description of the gun getting hotter and hotter.

Pulls the trigger over and over again.

Until it gets so hot it's blistering his hands. But he just won't stop firing.

Where are you going?

John. To bed.

Well, it's still early.

How about we watch some TV?

Just gonna read in my room.