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It's the key to your
new office at Buell Green.

They fully endorsed the study
and my bringing you aboard.

_

After the dust-up yesterday,

I thought it would be best

if we kept our patients away
from each other.

My God.

So, uh, you guys are
friends from, uh...?

Acquaintances, really.

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.

It would be irresponsible
to stay on.

I am scared, though,
for what's ahead.

He is a rough customer-- Robin.

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.

And there was no one
there to stop it?

Oh, I-I could have stopped it.

I took it.

Like a man.

You a fight fan?

Not really.

Then what brings you here?

I want to see how it ends.

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I could kiss you now.

We don't kiss.

No. Don't move.

I want to.

No.

Don't move.

Don't move.

You're moving.

I have a sunburn.

Radiation burn from last time.

Mm-hmm.

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

you can find someone else
to bring her.

I mean
that it's much better for her.

By the afternoon,
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.

And I would like
to think that you would be glad

- to extend to Dr. DePaul...
- Virginia.

...the same
professional courtesy that--

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.

Uh, I'll see if Mrs. Marmo

is willing to switch
her 10:00 AM 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--

um, my q-question is--

You can ask me anything.

Well, sometimes,

in the bedroom, I mean,
with Roger--

that's my husband--

I wonder if different ways of
being intimate would produce--

Different results?

Well, 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...

Can't lose my job.

You should have
leveled with us.

Instead of ripping down
our fliers 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
toeing 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.

Why, 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 Miss 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 hospital--

Your staff
already wants to sign up.

Several of them
would 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 creating 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.

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

Unless you'd like to watch.

Uh, let's, uh,
start with shrimp cocktail

and then steak and lobster
for the main part.

Uh, and then how about
hot fudge sundaes for dessert?

You can do hot fudge?

Anything is possible, madam.

All right. Banana splits.

Mm-hmm.

The more you care,
the more you spend, right?

Ooh.

What about an ice 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-I'm watching you,

and 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.

But?

I've been thinking.

And?

And the idea

that we're not gonna 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 realize

how much I want to see you
in those little faces...

it always led me back to you.

I'm sorry.

That-- that had too many "You"s
in it.

Hey.
It's-- it's okay.

You're enough.
That's why I'm trying to say.

It's not like you don't
frustrate the hell out of me,

'cause 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.

Uh, dinner is in 15 minutes.

You were saying
something about Hendricks?

About his, uh, 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.

'Cause it's dangerous for him.

Because all taboos feel
dangerous until they're broken.

Apparently
there's a negro journalist

who is interested in the study
being at Buell 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 Hendricks 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--
And 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
the 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.

Yeah-- yes. We have.

Please come with me.

Oh! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

I missed you.

I knew you couldn't
stay away forever.

The flesh is weak.

The course of true love
never did run smooth.

All of the above.

You're staying.

I mean, are you staying?

I... am--

I can stay a little longer.

I got to go back to work anyway.

Knock it off.
Mrs. Mendel is coming.

Mrs. Mendel's not dead yet?

Probably wishes she were.

Harry stepping out on her.

I'm sure that--

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 could hang up
this nonsense with Al,

and we could 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-- we have money
for the first time ever.

No, you and Gene 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 gonna have
the white picket fence ever.

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

then this unconventional life--
it's 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 the 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 Hendricks 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 portrayal of black
women as oversexed and immoral

to the point where a black woman
can't 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 sugar coat it.

The radiation
may slow the cancer,

but it's unlikely to stop it.

Your aphasia will worsen.

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!

Lilli--

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.

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.

Virginia.

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 1.

We are not days away
from curing metastatic cancer.

I don't want to spend
what time I have left

fighting a 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-- you don't even
want to fight for your life.

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

I'm sorry, too.

Lillian.

What are you doing?

I'm going to take, um,
uh... 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.

You know 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 St. Francois Mountains.

Fresh air, great fishing,

and it's spontaneous,
and I love spontaneous.

Mm, 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.

Hel,
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 Gene's party tomorrow.
We'll get married the next day.

Gene and Betty
can be our witnesses.

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 givin' it to you straight.

- Clark Gable?
- No!

God, I can never guess it!

One rocco more or less--

For Christ's sake, Al,
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'm just tired.
You three go to dinner.

My head is splitting.
I got to rest.

I promised I wouldn't
tell anybody, but now...

all bets are off.

She's being so pigheaded.

Or realistic.

She's given up.

And 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.

Lillian snuck in.

But how is it even possible?

She's so... rigid and demanding.

She's a complete know it all.

She-- 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,

"Mm, my God.

She is so... ferocious."

But she's alone.

And she's my friend.

And I don't have a lot of those.

And somehow
Lillian snuck around the wall.

And now she won't
even listen to me.

Lillian,
who she-- she knows me.

I know you.

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 gonna 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 can pick me up
tonight.

Okay.

I got 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

about 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?

'Cause 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.

Y-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.

Oh, you can't be serious.

You-- you are worth
a dozen Als-- two dozen Als.

We promised each other
no more lies,

so if I am disappointing you,

you know, between the sheets,
just--

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-- that was too much.

I cannot stand Al,

and I don't want to see them
ever again.

Even Helen?

Helen especially.

Whew.

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.

Septicemia.

Which landed you in the hospital

for a three-month stay
when you were 8,

four and a half months at 10.

That must have left a strong
impression on a young boy.

I went into, uh, medicine

because I was focused.

I knew what I wanted to do.

But 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?

Uh...

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 started
under adverse circumstances,

you focused on work
that served the greater good,

and now you're here
at Buell 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?

Doug Greathouse 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 Hogue, 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.

Well, according to
Greathouse and his band of idiots.

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

Look, these-- 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-- and I also have to talk
to you about--

about the party the other night.

What the hell?

I know. Al, I'm sorry.

I-I was gonna make up
some story,

like the kitchen caught on fire

or the caterer got run over
by a bus,

but we got a history,

so I'm-- 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-- 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?

- I don't--
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What are you talking about?
On the-- on the lips?

Yeah.

At Kemoll's.
That night we all had dinner.

I went out to see if Helen

wanted me to order
crème de menthe

when 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... Cary Grant
and Grace Kelly

in "To Catch A Thief."

I mean, I had aunts
that used to lip-kiss,

but they were guineas.

Had mustaches.
And that was like pecking.

But Helen and Betty--

Wait. Wait.

Al, 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.

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 DePauls 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 mine.

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.

Good night, Mrs. Masters.

Oh.
Um, good night, Coral.

My auntie is waiting for me.

No doubt Miss Hogue told you

I would prefer she not go ahead
with this story.

She did.

But I read the rough draft
of her piece,

and she presents
the conflict you have

as part of a larger
and righteous battle.

I won't lie.
Makes for 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.

Miss Hogue said
you were just beginning

to bring negroes into the study.

We've had plenty of,
uh, negro participants

since arriving at Buell Green,

and while negro sexuality
wasn't our focus at 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 paints you as an ostracized
and unstable figure,

so instead, you threaten me.

No one's threatening--

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'd just shuffle away
and say, "Yes, sir.

Yes, Dr. Masters.

I'm sure scared
of what your study might do"?

What kind of a man are you?

Well, 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 a 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.

You know,
I've delivered the children

of every prominent politician,
lawmaker,

and newspaper man in this city.

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

Let's see who the public
listens to-- me or you.

_

You ready
for cheese puffs and champagne?

Hey, how do you get, uh,
this, uh, what do you call it?

That'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--
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?

Huh? 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-- I'm ju-- I'm just--

I'm just a woman who...

yes, loved 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 gonna 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 have 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 gonna carry us
into old age,

this fucking avalanche
that is our marriage!

I-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--
you're the pro here.

Go ahead.

But I will--
I cannot sell myself this cheap.

I learned to box step
to this song.

At cotillion.

I was 13.

Eight inches taller
than the tallest boy.

Oh.

They called me "Giraffe."

Not just tall.

Spotted.

Well, a few 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?

With 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.

The Big Dipper.

Ursa Major.

Oh, and there's Lilantha

with her crown and her chariot.

Lilantha--
there's no Lilantha.

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.

Okay. In the morning.

After you.

Ohh!

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 mail?

I'm not tampering.
I'm looking for Coral.

I-I didn't see her name
on any of the apartments.

What do you want with Coral?

Is that another threat?

Just because
you're her boyfriend

doesn't mean that you get to--

Whoa. Boyfriend?
Who told you that?

Coral told me.

I'm her brother.

You--
you have different last names.

We have different fathers.

But she--
she said that you--

about your relationship--
about what--

Your leg is bleeding.

What did you scrape it on?

May I?

Ow.

I don't know
what Coral told you,

but whatever it was,
it wasn't true.

I'm fine. You can stop.

I said s-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 is fired.

Lillian?

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

Lillian?

Lillian?

Lillian. Lillian!

Operator.

Yes, hello,
I need an ambulance.

My friend, she's taken
sleeping pills-- an overdose.

Okay, ma'am.
I need the address.

The address--

Ma'am?

Hello? Ma'am?

I have, uh,
never misrepresented my work.

Ever.

Even as a tactic.

Yes, so I heard.

There's nothing more dangerous
than a desperate man.

I can't, uh, continue like this.

Took me 16 years
at Good Samaritan

before I left
to build 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,
uh, 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?

Shelley Decklin.

Who are you?

Yeah,
I thought you might be her,

that she lost her key
or something.

Who are you?

I just said.

Who are you, uh, to Virginia?

Her-- her beau.

I-- I guess that's who I am.

We were supposed to meet here
tonight,

but so far she's a no-show.

No call, nothing.

And you have a key.

So, uh, you been dating awhile?

A couple months.

Met in the lobby
at the Park Plaza.

Caught the last round
of the Moore/Durelle fight.

Ah, yes.
I r-- I remember that night.

Anyway, uh, I was, uh,
just passing.

I-I-I'm sorry.
And you are...?

Colleague.

Uh, Virginia and I
wor-- uh, work together.

That's all.

Can I give her a message?

No.

No message.

What is it?

I'm, uh...

I'm not feeling very well.

Bill.

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