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Previously on
Masters Of Sex...

I think you've released
this material

to piggyback on the so called
sexual revolution.

Mr. Buckland,
we are the sexual revolution.

I have thought a lot
about my marriage.

I don't need Bill
to be all things.

As long as my home
and my family stays intact.

Your home is safe.

We do understand
each other, Gin.

Hugh Hefner
sent us champagne?

I still don't understand

why he wants to invest
in our research.

It's not just Hef.

I've got this big shot perfume
guy from New York who wants in.

We began discussing
a potential investor,

Mrs. Johnson and I
immediately agreed

that you were the right
man for the job.

Uh, you're here
for the surrogacy program?

I'm not squeamish about sex,
if that's what you're thinking.

Is there any
particular reason

you're insisting
he stay here?

I have found something
in his work

that adds value to our work,

I want this.

It-- it was a mistake.

I made-- I made a mistake.

Surely you want
to make things right with me.

Thank you.

I won't forget this.

The charges are pandering
and promoting prostitution.

One of your surrogates
came forward to cooperate.

All of our surrogates
are unpaid volunteers.

How could that possibly
be considered prostitution?

Unfortunately, that's now
up to a court to decide.

I've been having an affair.

With Virginia.

I have known this for years.

Libby, we can't do this anymore.

This has to be over.

I will not bail you out.

You cannot come home.

Honey, is this what you want?

I do.

Virginia, I love you.

I always have.

I also believe
that you love me, too.

I'm leaving.

Are you afraid he's coming?

Or are you afraid he's not?

Let's go.

Masters Of Sex - 4x01
"Freefall"

Well, they should be by
next Thursday.

I gotcha. I-I know.

I hear-- I hear your concern.

I he-- I hear your concern
because you're yelling it to me.

Okay.

I-I will tell him you called.

I will also tell her you called.
Hold on one moment.

I'm sorry, ma'am,

but we made this appointment
three months ago.

Four months ago.
I-I don't understand.

Parents get sick,

and Dr. Masters' father is ill
with, uh, you know, gout.

As a board member
of this clinic,

not to mention a close personal
friend of Libby Masters--

If--
If you could just...

Because they are both
in a board meeting.

I told you I don't know when
they'll be back from vacation.

But this is
important court business, ma'am.

Then write it down.

You've been served.

I'm sorry, not at the moment.

They are in
an emergency session.

A leave of absence.
That's right.

Uh-huh. In with a patient now.

So busy with that book signing.

Stuck in terrible traffic.

He'll call you back.
Away at a medical conference.

Guest lecture
at Dalhousie University.

It's in Nova Scotia.

I'm going to
all the owners in the building.

Which ones would they like
best--

chocolate mint or shortbread?

The owners of this place?

I got to be
honest with you, kid.

I have no idea where they are.

No more bras! No more bras!

No more bras!

This beauty pageant
is a symbol

of what this society does
to enslave women.

And we reject these instruments
of female torture,

these accoutrements
of enforced femininity,

these instruments
of male oppression.

There can be no liberation
for women,

no matter how highly educated
as long as we're required

to cram our breasts into bras,

this hideous symbol
of patriarchal oppression!

Enough is enough!

We won't go back!

Enough is enough!
We won't go back!

Enough is enough!

We won't go back!

Enough is enough!
We won't go back!

Yes, sirree, boys.
Step right up!

A bunch of lesbians.

Am I right?

They're lesbians.
Hmm?

Oh, you don't care
the whole world's

going to hell in a hand basket?

Hmm.

I'm more concerned
for the bras...

...being a bra salesman.

Well, hell,
tough time for that gig.

Guess I'm buying the next round.

Two more.

You wear out
that new hubby of yours?

- 'Cause the last few days...
- I know.

He'll be back.
He just had a work situation.

I will admit, though,

that heart-shaped bathtub
has been a bit less fun.

Now, what kind of work
could possibly drag a guy

from such a pretty new wife?

He runs
the Miss America Pageant.

- No. Really?
- Mm-hmm.

The big shots in Vegas
have been trying to steal

that pageant from Atlantic City
for years.

Oh, I know.

Well,
because I was Miss Missouri,

back in the day, of course,
but Atlantic City--

That's where Dan and I
first met.

And he's just now
popping the question?

No, no.
He tried back then,

but... things got complicated,
as they do.

- Mnh.
- He married Miss Utah,

and then I went on
to medical school.

Brains and beauty.
I'll be damned.

When I get off here tonight,

drinks for the good doctor
are on me.

All right.
There you go, guys.

But--
But why not stay a pilot?

Because I almost died.

I was-- I was flying over
Lake Placid one day,

and my co-pilot dared me to
walk out on the wing and jump.

So I did.

Oh, come on, man.

Now you're just bullshitting me
here.

No, no, no, no.
This is true.

I jumped, pulled the cord,

and the parachute
got all tangled.

And there I was in free-fall.

You ever been in free-fall,
Donald?

No.

Well,
first it's pure panic.

You know, your breath stops.

Your heart is pounding like
it-- like it might explode.

You fight it, but...

it only makes it worse...

until you realize
you cannot fix this.

So...

you just give up.

And that means death.

But with death,

there comes a certain...

peace.

♪ stand by your man ♪

♪ and show the world
you love him ♪

♪ keep giving all the love
you can ♪

♪ stand by your man ♪

Damn, it's so late.

I need to go.

Go where?
W-we're in Las Vegas, baby.

No, no, no.
Mr. America's coming back,

and I shouldn't be slurring
when he arrives.

But what if I get sick,
doc, and need special, you know?

What kind of doctor
did you say you were?

Sex expert.

I'm serious.

I'm a sex researcher.

Sex what?

There's no such thing as that.

Oh, yes, there is.

In fact, sex therapy
is the way of the future.

We explored it all,

experimented, made sig--

made significant breakthroughs,

learned every inch
of each other's bodies.

Okay, buddy,
I am now cutting you off.

But, you know,
being sex experts--

It's not enough because
when you've--

when you've tried and tried

and-- and tried

and she still leaves you,
anyway,

then...

you must look at yourself
in the mirror

and say the words

that you've been too afraid
to say--

"She...

does not...

love me."

So, I guess you
and your husband

are one of those
swinger couples?

Is that a question?

I'm just wondering.

Look, I had too much
to drink last night, Ron.

Rick.

And I drank too much

because I miss my husband.

So...

Okay.

Well, I have a year
to send a gift, right?

Do you know what my husband
really is...

Rick?

He's protection.

- From?
- You, for starters.

So why don't you grab your
things and get out of here?

Now.

You've become quite the
regular here at city hall, Dr. Masters.

Let's see, we have
a recent investigation

into a relationship
with a minor.

An investigation
that was immediately dropped

when the charges proved
groundless.

We have charges of
pandering and promoting prostitution.

Those charges
have not been dropped.

They will be shortly.

I'm currently interviewing
attorneys.

And now you've
destroyed private property

as a result of driving
with a blood alcohol level

of twice the legal limit.

I will pay the damages,

despite the fact it was
the other driver who hit me.

But you were drunk,

so I'm taking your license
for three months.

You'll also complete
a mandatory AA program.

AA?
Look, I can assure you I'm--

90 meetings in 90 days

at the Alcoholics Anonymous
chapter of your choosing.

You'll also perform some form
of community service...

Come on.

...not of your choosing.

My daughter attends
St. Vibiana's Elementary,

so you'll will go
and tell those students

the story of St. Joseph,
now that, thanks to you

and your car, his likeness
is a pile of rubble

and no longer there to greet
and guide them each day.

You're a good man.

And you're becoming
our favorite customer.

Are we saving that seat?

Eventually.

But for now,
I think I'll wander off,

find a way to distract myself.

Well,
you could start with Liberace

in the Augustus Room,

Siegfried and Roy
in the Colosseum.

And then you can duck in
on that doctor

teaching people to have sex.

He's just down the hall
in the Acropolis.

Teaching people to what?

I guess he breaks sex
down into phases.

I haven't caught the show.
Some scientist/sex guru.

Women fake orgasms.

This is true.

And so a man then wonders,

"How can I be sure
that my old lady isn't faking?"

Well, again, we turn to science.

Now, we know that
a consistent physical response

in women who have orgasmed
is erect nipples.

So, for you men in the audience,
the answer is simple.

If your girl's nipples are hard,
she came.

If they're not, she's faking.

I'll take questions
at the end, miss.

Missus. And I'd like
to clarify this point now,

Dr. Fahy, if I may.

You said "physical response,"

but the correct term

is "physiological response,"
is it not?

Sure,
if you want to be technical.

I do.
I-I'm also curious

where you conducted
this nipple study.

Okay, everything
I'm discussing either comes from

my column or my book.

Yes, "The Method,"

but the data in "The Method"
comes from...?

My studies at
the University of Michigan

and my time spent at
the Masters and Johnson clinic.

And yet your face
draws a complete blank,

which is funny because

I'm usually so good with faces,
technically.

I knew it.
You're Virginia Johnson.

Your book was right there
in the gift store.

Oh, my God, will you sign?

Hello?

Libby,
I know you probably

don't want to talk to me
right now.

You're right. I don't.

It's simple how they run,
but I just don't understand.

Excuse me.

I'm gonna grab
my sad sack husband

and get on the next bus
to St. Louis

because our sex life--
It's like Chinese water torture.

Well, we are very busy, Mrs...?

Clarice Penelope Plantagenet.

Clarice.

A long waiting list to see
new patients in St. Louis.

Then you and Doc Masters
ought to franchise

your operation, give people
all over the country

a chance to benefit
from your good work.

I do have plans to branch out.

Ah, it's not just Dr. Fahy

who's busy with
a new book, column.

You're writing a column now?

I'm considering it.

A column would be
so super, like Ann Landers.

Ann Landers started
an empire all on her own.

She found her own fan base.

I'll say-- 90 million fans.

Nine-- What?

Oh, sure.
More people read Ann Landers

than watch the nightly news.

So, I'm Trevor.
I'm an alcoholic.

Hi, Trevor.

I, uh,
fucked up royally last night.

Found myself in a bar with four
shots of Jameson under my belt.

Woke up this morning
feeling like dog shit.

But, uh,
everybody makes mistakes,

and I make more
than your average bear,

but I'll take this one-day chip
tonight

and try to do my best tomorrow.

Thanks for listening.

Thank you, Trevor.

Before we go,
if there's anyone else

who has less than 30 days
sobriety

or is in the meeting
for their first time,

please feel free to identify
yourself and your disease.

I suppose I could sign this.

Uh, the requirement of
the court is just that I attend.

And you did attend,
but like all things in life,

you gonna get out of AA
what you put in.

Well, if you're an
alcoholic, perhaps that's true.

Do you know
what the first step is?

The idea of AA
is organized around--

Steps.
Lots-- lots of steps.

Yes, I-I saw that in your--
in your pamphlet, which I read.

Uh, the first step is admit
you're powerless over alcohol.

But that doesn't apply to--

Admit you're powerless
over alcohol

and that your life
has become unmanageable.

If you're handing me
court papers,

can't we safely say your life
is unmanageable?

Thank you for that.
In the meantime,

I'd appreciate if you
signed the papers.

Or, if you have
a problem with that,

I could go to
some other meeting.

You will stay
in my meeting.

And since you don't have
a license,

I'll drive you here every day
myself.

Oh,
you will absolutely not.

I'll insist on it.

It'll remind me
of just how far I've come.

Do you know what
the second step is?

No, I stopped
reading the pamphlet

because I'm not an alcoholic.

So, if you're not
an alcoholic, what are you?

Court mandated.

Surely, you're more than that.

Just out of curiosity,
what are you?

Seriously, you are what?

Hmm?

I mean,
it's a simple question.

What are you?

For the love of Christ,

uh, Louise, uh,

why don't we start with
what I'm not?

I'm not a man with
a wife... anymore.

I'm also not a man with a lover.

I don't have a business partner
or even likely a business

by the time the court's
finished with me.

I am not an obstetrician.

I haven't delivered a baby
in years.

I'm not a father of any worth.

I am not a man with a home
or a car or even a clean suit.

So I really-- I really
do appreciate you asking,

Louise, because now that
we know what I'm not,

maybe you can check
in your little book of steps

there and tell me what I am.

The second step

is giving yourself over
to a higher power.

Well, God and I are not speaking.

I said higher power.

That simply means God
as you understand Him.

I do not understand God.

I'm not a man of faith.
I am a man of science.

I knew you
had to be something.

Listen, let's just say

you-- you jump out of a plane.

Parachute is on your back.

There's no guarantee
that it's going to open.

That right there is faith.

That's not faith.
That's science.

That's what parachutes do.
They open.

Not all the time,
they don't.

All I'm saying is when
you jump out of a plane,

you're putting your life
in something else's hands.

That's the second step.

I ca-- I...

I can't take steps.

Why can't you understand this?
Not even a single step.

There is no direction I can turn
because--

Because you don't know how.

So show up where you're needed,
Dr. Masters.

That's it.

Show up...

and see what happens.

I'll pick you up tomorrow.

You gonna show up.

No,
not too much longer here.

Just sorting out a few things.

Of course, Daddy.
Very happy.

So kiss the girls for me.

Tell them I'll see them
very soon.

Yes, I would like to
put a call through to Chicago.

A Mr. Hugh Hefner.

If you'll remember,

it was me who lobbied for you
when we first met.

I was the one that wanted you
as a major investor.

I do remember,

and then you threw in with
some perfume magnate instead.

No, I didn't do that.
That was Bill.

I don't remember you
putting up much of a fight.

I absolutely
did fight for you, Hugh.

Only my enemies
call me Hugh.

Because from
that very first meeting, Hef,

I felt that we were speaking
the same language,

that we saw
the sexual renaissance

in this country
as the same opportunity--

a chance to guide, to educate.

Most people usually see me
as a tits and ass peddler.

Well, that's because
people don't know you.

They don't know that you used
to write for Esquire magazine,

that you have a degree
in psychology.

People don't understand
the seriousness that you bring

to the subject of sex.

My point is...

You and Bill have really
led the charge in this field,

started an intelligent
discussion about sex.

A discussion
that you and I can continue.

Well, what exactly
are you suggesting?

What I'm suggesting
is a monthly column

in Playboy about sex.

Now, not to pat myself
on the back,

but one of my strengths
is understanding people,

intuiting their needs.

The problem is there are only
so many hours in the day,

and I am only one woman,
but with a column--

It would be good for you.
What's in it for me?

What you've wanted
from the very beginning--

The legitimacy of science,
of data,

of-- of hard facts without
a whiff of titillation.

I'd have to think about it.

Your book is very impressive.
It's dry as dust,

but I do like the idea
of having lab coats on my side.

Do you like Chicago
this time of year?

Very much.

Then you two
hop on a plane.

I got rooms galore
here at the mansion.

Let's sit down
and hammer this thing out.

All right, then. Done.

Oh.

I'm, uh--
I'm... glad to--

glad to see you, Libby.

There's a lot we need
to talk about.

We're not speaking.

Come on. Please, Libby.

We-- We can't just not talk.

We can.

W-well, what--
What are you doing here

if we're not speaking?

I'm here to see my lawyer.

Well,
can you at least tell me

where-- where my clothes are?

Yes, may I help you?

This is good news.

You're back,
and you look like--

I'm-- I'm not entirely
sure I am back, Betty.

I-- I just--

Before you finish that thought,

let me paint a picture
of the past few weeks

here at the
Masters and Johnson Institute.

I have fended off every patient,
creditor, board member,

publisher, process server,
deliver boy, and-- and--

and priest that has walked
through those doors.

I have done my job,
Lester's job,

and Doc Scully's job
as they've both gone off

to find supplemental employment.

But mostly, I have done
your job and Virginia's job,

which includes conducting
patient consultations

in the conference room right now

because Mr. Connolly's pecker
is on the fritz.

Thank you.
And I-I am very--

Ready to meet
with the Connollys?

They'll be very happy
that you have arrived.

Betty, Virginia was
the one who took care

of all that-- the intakes,
the interviews, the--

I'll be right there with you.

That is not a solution.

That is the only solution, doc.

I have been here while
you've been on your Rumspringa

or whatever.

So I'm asking you right now
to please,

please get your ass in there
and do this for me.

The truth
is I have no interest

in being reasonable or generous.

I want you to do anything
and everything you can

to protect me and my children as
we proceed though this ordeal.

Protect yourself from...?

My husband, obviously.

He's very used to dictating

the terms of everything,
at least with me.

But your husband hasn't
even hired an attorney yet.

Am I supposed to jump up
and down at that news?

Yeah, if you like jumping.

It does show
a fairly non-aggressive approach

on his part, at least so far.

- Do not underestimate him.
- I definitely won't.

- Or feel sorry for him.
- I definitely don't.

I am the one who was
left with confused children

and nosy neighbors
and gossiping friends.

Just this morning, when I was
canceling his subscription

to the American Medical Journal,
and the girl on the phone said,

"Why?" So I told her.

That you're getting divorced?

That at first,
it was a simple dog bite.

Then he began to shake

and suffer terrifying
hallucinations.

Eventually, paralysis set in.

It's a horrible death.
Excruciating, really.

My husband suffered greatly.

Mrs. Masters, you're not
the first client to fantasize

her husband's death
or to feel anger

at the demise of her marriage.

Hell hath no fury, after all.

I do know someone--
a former client.

She runs a woman's group

that seems to help
some of the gals.

A woman's group?
I really don't have the time

to exchange housekeeping tips.

This is not that.

We were hoping to start
the therapy right away.

Obviously, being unable
to obtain an erection is, um...

A difficult situation.

Uh, but there is a process
that we follow here.

Dr. Masters and, um,
Mrs. Johnson's questionnaire

is an important step
in that process, as you can see.

And--
And Mrs. Johnson, where is she?

- Vacation.
- Sick.

She is sick on vacation.

Uh, so,

you met when you worked
at Famous-Barr Department Store?

That's right.
Uh, I was in men's suits.

And I-I ran
the shoe department.

That's also
when you started dating?

Yes.
And we had lots of sex then.

Dale was very turned on
by me then.

We would get home from work,
and we-- we wouldn't bother

to undress before we were at it.

Is that your recollection,

as well, Mr. Connolly?

I remember
the very first day

that I saw her
in the employees' lounge.

She was so striking,

wearing this sleek
Pucci pantsuit.

She had a fun Fendi bag,
her beautiful Vivier pumps.

And then we got married
and I quit my job

and Dale no longer found me
attractive.

That's not true.

Now that I'm a housewife.

N-- I love you
as much as I always did.

You just don't want
to sleep with me.

That's why
I'm sitting here, Darleen.

Let me grab
the medical questionnaire.

You'll have to fill that out,
as well.

I'm gonna keep this
for a second.

I'm, uh--
I'm still working on it.

Okay. Thank you.

Was it me,
or was he hard as Plymouth Rock

under that clipboard?

It may have been you.

Or you.

A man excited about a Pucci
pantsuit is excited about men.

I don't think he's a homosexual.

Uh, really?

When is the last time that
you noticed a fun Fendi bag?

Well,
one thing that's certain

is Mr. Connolly
is hiding something.

Look, um, I know you
think you're no good at this,

and, yes,
as far as warm and fuzzies go,

Virginia had you beat,
but... you got a good eye.

You can see things--
things other people can't see,

which makes you a very good,
you know, puzzle solver,

considering most of our patients
are-- well, they're puzzles.

You're welcome.

My point being
I don't think you need Virginia

to get this guy to talk.

Hi, there!
You must be Virginia!

Come on in.
Good flight?

Follow us.
Oh, here, let me take that.

Follow us.

Thank you.

Great.
Great. Right at me.

Uh-huh. Lean down.

We're drinking
White Russians today.

Ah, in honor

of the Nuclear Non-Proliferation
Treaty.

Yul Brynner
is staying with us.

Oh. I didn't know
that Yul Brynner is Russian.

Mm-hmm. And that dancer
who stays with us sometimes--

He's Russian.

I think you mean Nureyev.

Anyway, uh, I was wondering

about "Si Non Oxcillas,
Noli Tintinnare"--

the plaque right above
the front door.

It means, "If you
don't swing, don't ring."

Hugh Hefner's
personal secretary.

And guard dog.

Roll along now, Heather.

Hef thinks it's fun
to have the girls on wheels,

but he doesn't have
to find somebody

to refinish the parquet floors.

Is Dr. Masters settling up
with the driver?

Dr. Masters isn't here.

Oh,
caught another flight?

No,
he is not coming at all.

I came to talk to Hef alone.

Oh.

The wires monitor
physiological response.

So if you are able
to get an erection,

that would indicate
secondary impotence,

ruling out any physical reason

for the lack of arousal
with your wife.

You're saying
it's psychological?

Are you saying it is?

I don't know.
You're the doctor.

Uh, what do you test me with?

Images.

I'll show you slides of,
well, many things.

What kinds of things?

Women of all shapes and sizes

of various hair colors, clothes,
naked women, their genitalia,

then we'll move on to
couples having sex, men.

Men?
I'm not attracted to men.

So then you
won't get an erection.

It's the point of the wires.

The body doesn't lie.

Look, Dr. Masters,
I want to get better.

I really do.
But all this testing--

It just seems pointless.

Can't you just give us
the exercises?

I can. Or I can
just tell you the truth,

which is that I think
that you're hiding something,

and instead of me trying
to coerce some confession

out of you with the prospect
of wires and graphs,

which is what I'm trying to do,

maybe you can just...

tell me what's going on.

I don't know what you mean.

I think you do.

My dick doesn't work.

Have you ever had
your dick not work?

- I have.
- Then you know.

It's a mystery.

Or a secret.

Because I also know
that carrying around

a hidden truth year after year,

even for a lifetime,

can become
an intolerable burden.

There is a certain kind of
freedom in-- in just...

giving up.

Shoes.

Shoes?

I... love them.

Women's shoes.

Women's feet
in high-heeled shoes.

Sometimes it's all I can
think about.

And is this a...

a recent development?

Uh, no. I've been
this way since I was 8.

I used to crawl under the table
when my mom

would have her bridge parties,

and I would just stare
at their feet--

those shiny red toes
in high-heeled shoes.

They were so female,
so erotic,

and... forbidden.

I'm... getting
aroused just thinking about it.

And your wife
has-- has no idea?

None.
It was these Vivier pumps

she used to wear
to work every day.

God, they were--
They were so sexy.

Now she wears slippers
half the time,

or on a good day, espadrilles,

which, in case you don't know,
are canvas and flat.

And if you told her

that you'd like her
back in heels?

Well, I absolutely cannot.

Because...?

Because it's weird
to want to fuck shoes.

I mean, it's not weird to me,
but she would be repulsed.

She would think I was a freak.

Or maybe--
or maybe not.

It-- It might come as a relief

for both you and her to
finally tell her the truth.

Either way, it's how you feel.

So you don't really have
a choice, Dale.

Eventually, you're gonna
have to say who you really are.

Virginia.

The Windy City is better
with you in it.

Are you ready to buckle down
and get to work?

I am, Hef.
It's nice to see you again.

Don't be alarmed.
This really is my office.

It's where I get
all of my best work done.

So,
what month are you?

Oh.
I'm-- I'm not a month.

I'm a researcher.

And a hell of a good one.

She and Bill Masters
are setting the world on fire.

Where is Bill?

He will not be joining us.

Bill and I have gone
our separate ways.

Oh,
break-ups are the worst.

You serious?

It doesn't, in any way,

diminish what I have to offer, Hef.

In fact, a column written
by a woman exclusively for men

as a way of getting
a peek behind the curtain,

what a woman really thinks
and feels and wants

when it comes to sex.

Men already know what men think,

so Bill writing the column
would be almost redundant.

I don't know I agree, Virginia.

And while it's
none of my business,

I am curious
why the two of you split.

Uh, girls, I'd like
a turkey, uh, and Velveeta

on white with chips
and a Tab.

It got too close
between Bill and me.

What happened at work
and what happened after work--

It all became hopelessly
tangled.

And for many, many years,
I tried to please him,

I gave him as much of myself

as I could because I thought
that he held the key

to who I was meant to be,
to a-- a big life.

And the truth is I couldn't have
done any of this without him,

but I see now he couldn't
have done it without me.

I'm not that girl hoping
that Bill Masters picks me

as his secretary anymore.

You want to stand on
your own two feet... with me?

With you,
but differently,

because here's what I know,

having worked day and night to
take sex out of the stone age--

Your readership is hungry
for what I have to offer--

insights from the nation's
best female sex researcher.

♪ the taxi's waiting,
he's blowing his horn ♪

All right, then,
everyone settle down.

Before we begin,
are there any new faces

who want to tell it like it is?

Uh, uh, me. Hi.

Um, I am Libby Masters.

Last names
are usually husband's names,

connoting no sense of ownership.
First names are just fine here.

Okay, then, um...

I am just Libby.

And, uh, well, I, um--
Oh, is this...?

This isn't...
No, thank you.

I'll just-- I'll just have some
coffee, if there's a fresh pot.

Actually,
that's a great reminder, Libby,

for all of us, that this isn't
your mother's coffee klatsch,

not that any group
of women getting together

isn't worthwhile,

but what we do here
is consciousness-raising.

Okay, um.

Uh, an example of raising
one's consciousness would be...?

Talking about our family life,

education, politics, sex, race,

the military establishment

all from our own personal
perspectives.

So you basically share stories?

Yeah, as we try
and understand ourselves

by ourselves without
the pressure and interference

of the patriarchal society
we live in.

♪ I'm leaving on a jet plane ♪

Well,
I am certainly fed up with men,

if that's what you mean.

Well, you could call us
the fed up club, right?

And what does our coming
together allow us to do?

Free ourselves
of the bullshit.

Reject all imposed expectations.

Yes! Amen!

Sound good?

It does.

Actually, I'll take a--
I'll take a wine,

if you're still pouring.

All right, then.

Who would like to start
by telling the story

of their own abortion?

♪ I won't have to leave alone ♪

This is the miracle--
the miracle I have prayed for.

Do not screw this up.

Hugh Hefner is on the phone
and wants to talk to you.

He was definitely listening.

I-I could tell by the way
his face lit up.

I think that Hef feels
the column is a good idea.

You know what
your problem is?

I wasn't aware
that I had a problem.

No, you're a tweener.

Yeah, you're half-bunny,
half-scholar.

Even a man as evolved as Hef
is gonna have a hard time

knowing what box you fit in.

Well, I have no
intention of fitting into a box.

The times they are a-changin',
or haven't you heard?

Please.
That scrawny little frog

went electric and got booed.

Don't tell me Bob Dylan's
not in a box.

You could always write
for some other magazine,

you know, like Redbook.

Redbook?

Redbook is not serious
about sex.

And why do I get the feeling
that you're discouraging me?

You know what a dowser is?

Those oddballs that walk
around with a stick,

try to divine
where underground water is.

I don't need to see Hef,
hear Hef,

even be in the same room
with Hef to sense

what he's thinking about.

We've been together that long.

So, look, all I'm saying
is if you really want this job,

fight for it.

Fight?
What does that mean?

Wrestle him in--
in his rotating bed?

Write your first column.

But I don't know
what the subject matter is yet.

"Does a big penis matter?

Can a girl explode
if she comes too often?"

Does a woman
have to prove herself

over and over and over again,

despite her experience
and her accomplishments,

every time she wants to take
a professional step forward?

A woman always has to audition.

No,
a big penis doesn't matter,

which will be explained
in my first column--

"10 Sex Myths Exploded."

That's my girl.

Well?

Hefner wants to become
a major investor in the clinic.

He's asking me to come
and discuss terms.

Ohh, Jesus has come.
Hallelujah!

Need a reload, huh?

You're not enjoying this,
are you?

I am.

I- I'm also, um--

I'm recovering from my husband's
prolonged and painful death.

Herb said your husband
is William Masters.

Did he die?

It's okay.

I used to fantasize
I'd castrated my husband

and mounted his penis
on the trophy wall.

I... I just
don't think that I am like

those women in there.

♪ ...be in secrecy ♪

Hmm.

The Miss America protests
the other day--

No offense...

but burning their bras
just seemed silly.

They weren't
burning them, actually.

They were throwing them
in the trash.

But it's still
kind of a useless gesture,

don't you think?

I, um-- I want you
to try something for me.

Take off your bra.

Again,
I just don't think this is me.

And a-- a bra is you?

A breast restraint that's become
a multi-billion-dollar industry

owned and operated by men--
How does--

How does any of that have
anything to do with you?

♪ so wan and pale ♪

♪ she took the veil ♪

♪ for his memory, she did pray ♪

♪ for a child never born ♪

Who separates
a suit jacket from the pants?

Uh, excuse me,
as luck would have it,

that-- that happens
to be my jacket.

I found it first.

Well, in the--
in the store, yes, but that--

that suit jacket
came from my closet.

Look, you can see it.
It matches the suit pants.

Finders keepers.

Look, I'm-- I'm sorry,
but it's-- it's mine.

Listen, I-I wouldn't,
uh, insist, except,

uh, I-I need that jacket.

I'm flying to Chicago to--
to try and bail out my business.

People are counting on me.

I...

I'm trying to save my life here.

Join the club.

It gets down into the 30s
out there at night.

What are you doing here?

I was invited.
What are--

I was invited.

What-- What are you wearing?

I hear pretty much everything,

so I know you two
are in some hot water legally.

I've dealt with similar issues.

Zealots see my magazine as smut,
instead of what it really is.

Hi.

But you will weather this storm,

go on to do great work,
but only if you do it together.

As I mentioned, Hef,

Bill and I are pursuing the work
separately now.

In fact, I have a draft
of my first column right here.

"10 Sex Myths Exploded."

"In this age of candor
and communication,

it has been a pleasure
to witness the demise

of some of the more irrational
sex myths."

The legal issues
are my responsibility.

They are the result
of actions I took...

"True, boys may still
worry about masturbation"--

And I hear you, Virginia,
and you, too, Bill.

And I understand there's some
tension between the two of you,

but here's the deal--

I will only become a major
investor if you stay together.

I will only publish your column

if you remain
the Masters and Johnson team.

See, this thing is bigger
than the two of you.

You're like a brand,
a lifestyle.

Masters and Johnson
has a life of its own.

So if your business
is the two of you together,

then use your therapy
on yourselves.

Work it out. Be open.
Communicate.

I hear it's a protocol
that works.

Hef, it...

it cannot work.

Cannot work on us.

You don't have a choice,

and this is something
I understand.

Where does all of this stop
and the real Hef begin?

Who knows anymore?

But Masters and Johnson,
like Playboy and Hugh Hefner,

can only be separated now by six
feet of dirt and a headstone.

I keep thinking
of Dr. Frankenstein.

We made our monster.
Now it's on the loose.

It's a good idea-- my column.

Well, Playboy isn't
the only magazine in the world.

I know.

- I'll go elsewhere.
- There's always...

- Redbook.
- Red... book.

The truth is other
partnerships have split up

and both people have gone on
to do great things.

Look at Freud and Jung.

Well, they never
actually worked together.

But Rodgers and Hart...

Mnh, no, Hart died
a drunk in a flop house.

But Lewis and Clark...

I believe Lewis

committed suicide
after their journey.

Fine,
then Martin and Lewis.

Jerry Lewis?

Well, you must
have some plan for yourself.

There's always a plan.

So...?

Nothing. I have no plan.

For the first time in my life,
I, uh,

simply show up.

I showed up for Dale Connolly

to help him curb his desire
to copulate with shoes.

Wait,
y-you went back to work?

You're seeing patients?

I saw the Connollys
because they needed me.

Betty needed me.

That is my clinic, too, Bill!

Yes, but you left.

Virginia,
you're immensely gifted,

and I'm sure you will
more than land on your feet

wherever you go.

No. No.

No.

I'll use the clinic
as my home base.

I'll work out of my own office,

regardless
of how we split this up.

I-- You're suggesting
we just both sit in our offices,

you with your clients
and me with mine?

Two practices
sharing the same space.

It happens all the time.

I'm just, uh,

surprised your new husband
is so agreeable

to you staying in St. Louis,
given everything.

My husband
is remarkably understanding.

So, the only way
for Masters and Johnson

to continue while the actual
Masters and Johnson do not--

We would
have to hire new people.

New partners.

For both of us.

Our working relationship

would have to be
strictly professional.

I couldn't abide it
any other way.

So glad to hear that.

You'll forgive me
if I'm a bit wary, though.

Why is it that I should believe
that you've changed?

Because...

for 12 years,
I've tried every way--

every wrong and misguided way

to win your heart
only to realize,

in these last very dark weeks,

you wanted something else.

So you picked someone else.

Which means that part of us
together

is over...

for good.

I'm glad that
that is clear between us.

Well, there's not
a lot we know about St. Joseph.

He was Jesus' earthly father.

He, uh, dreamed a lot,

and, well, in those dreams,

he was visited by angels.

And, uh, one day,

an angel appeared to him
and told him

that he must take
the Virgin Mary as his wife.

Does everyone understand what--

They do not.

Uh, well,
Joseph discovered that Mary

was gonna have a baby,

and this upset Joseph because he
knew that he wasn't the father,

so she must love someone else.

Uh, then another angel
appeared to him and said

that Mary had not loved
another man--

that the child she carried
was the Son of God

and that he must keep her
as his wife.

Uh, um...

Anyway, uh,

things like this don't happen
in real life.

What I mean is most men
wouldn't believe this story,

but-- but Joseph was,
uh-- was a special man,

and he decided
that he believed something

that he--
he couldn't understand.

He decided he'd have faith.

And he replied to the angel,

"May God's will be done in me."

I've seen people
have huge breakthroughs

their first week.

Don't hold your breath.

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