Masters of Sex s04e01 Episode Script
Freefall
1 Previously on Masters Of Sex David: I think you've released this material to piggyback on the so Âcalled sexual revolution.
Virginia: Mr.
Buckland, we are the sexual revolution.
Libby: 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.
Virginia: Your home is safe.
Libby: We do understand each other, Gin.
Virginia: Hugh Hefner sent us champagne? Bill: I still don't understand why he wants to invest in our research.
Betty: It's not just Hef.
I've got this big Âshot perfume guy from New York who wants in.
William: 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? Nora: I'm not squeamish about sex, if that's what you're thinking.
William: Is there any particular reason you're insisting he stay here? Virginia: I have found something in his work that adds value to our work, Nora: I want this.
William: It-Â-Â it was a mistake.
I made-Â-Â I made a mistake.
Nora: Surely you want to make things right with me.
Thank you.
I won't forget this.
[ Knocks on door .]
Sam: The charges are pandering and promoting prostitution.
One of your surrogates came forward to cooperate.
Virginia: All of our surrogates are unpaid volunteers.
How could that possibly be considered prostitution? Sam: Unfortunately, that's now up to a court to decide.
William: I've been having an affair.
With Virginia.
Libby: I have known this for years.
William: Libby, we can't do this anymore.
This has to be over.
Libby: I will not bail you out.
You cannot come home.
Harry: Honey, is this what you want? Virginia: I do.
William: Virginia, I love you.
I always have.
I also believe that you love me, too.
Virginia: I'm leaving.
Dan: Are you afraid he's coming? Or are you afraid he's not? Virginia: Let's go.
Masters Of Sex - 4x01 "Freefall" [ Elevator bell dings .]
Man: Well, they should be by next Thursday.
Betty: I gotcha.
I-ÂI know.
I hear-Â-Â I hear your concern.
I he-Â-Â I hear your concern because you're yelling it to me.
Okay.
I-ÂI will tell him you called.
I will also tell her you called.
Hold on one moment.
Stu: I'm sorry, ma'am, but we made this appointment three months ago.
Tina: Four months ago.
I-ÂI don't understand.
Betty: Parents get sick, and Dr.
Masters' father is ill with, uh, you know, gout.
Mrs.
Gerber: As a board member of this clinic, not to mention a close personal friend of Libby Masters-Â-Â Betty: If-Â-Â If you could just Because they are both in a board meeting.
[ Telephones ringing .]
I told you I don't know when they'll be back from vacation.
Process Server: But this is important court business, ma'am.
Betty: [ Sighs .]
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-Âhuh.
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.
[ Telephone ringing .]
Girl Scout: I'm going to all the owners in the building.
Which ones would they like best-Â-Â chocolate mint or shortbread? Betty: The owners of this place? [ Sighs .]
I got to be honest with you, kid.
I have no idea where they are.
Women: [ Chanting .]
No more bras! No more bras! No more bras! Woman: 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! Women: [ Chanting .]
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! [ Horns honking, engines revving .]
William: [ Sighs .]
[ Sniffles, sighs .]
Woman: Yes, sirree, boys.
Step right up! [ Shouting indistinctly .]
Donald: A bunch of lesbians.
[ Chuckles .]
Am I right? They're lesbians.
Hmm? Oh, you don't care the whole world's going to hell in a hand basket? Hmm.
William: I'm more concerned for the bras [ Sighs .]
being a bra salesman.
Donald: [ Chuckles .]
Well, hell, tough time for that gig.
Guess I'm buying the next round.
Two more.
[ Up-Âtempo music plays .]
Rick: You wear out that new hubby of yours? - 'Cause the last few days Virginia: - [ Chuckles .]
I know.
He'll be back.
He just had a work situation.
I will admit, though, that heart-Âshaped bathtub has been a bit less fun.
Rick: Now, what kind of work could possibly drag a guy from such a pretty new wife? Virginia: [ Clears throat .]
He runs the Miss America Pageant.
Rick: - No.
Really? Virginia: - Mm-Âhmm.
Rick: The big shots in Vegas have been trying to steal that pageant from Atlantic City for years.
Virginia: Oh, I know.
Well, because I was Miss Missouri, back in the day, of course, but Atlantic City-Â-Â That's where Dan and I first met.
Rick: And he's just now popping the question? Virginia: No, no.
He tried back then, but things got complicated, as they do.
Rick: - Mnh.
Virginia: - He married Miss Utah, and then I went on to medical school.
Rick: Brains and beauty.
I'll be damned.
When I get off here tonight, drinks for the good doctor are on me.
Bartender: All right.
There you go, guys.
Donald: But-Â-Â But why not stay a pilot? William: Because I almost died.
I was-Â-Â I was flying over Lake Placid one day, and my co-Âpilot dared me to walk out on the wing and jump.
So I did.
Donald: Oh, come on, man.
Now you're just bullshitting me here.
William: No, no, no, no.
This is true.
I jumped, pulled the cord, and the parachute got all tangled.
And there I was in free-Âfall.
You ever been in free-Âfall, Donald? Donald: No.
William: Well, first it's pure panic.
You know, your breath stops.
Your heart is pounding like it-Â-Â 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.
Rick and Virginia: stand by your man and show the world you love him keep giving all the love you can Virginia: [ Laughs .]
stand by your man [ Cheers and applause .]
Damn, it's so late.
[ Laughs .]
I need to go.
Rick: Go where? W-Âwe're in Las Vegas, baby.
Virginia: No, no, no.
Mr.
America's coming back, and I shouldn't be slurring when he arrives.
Rick: But what if I get sick, doc, and need special, you know? What kind of doctor did you say you were? Virginia: Sex expert.
Rick: [ Chuckles .]
Virginia: [ Chuckling .]
I'm serious.
I'm a sex researcher.
Donald: Sex what? [ Chuckles .]
There's no such thing as that.
William: Oh, yes, there is.
In fact, sex therapy is the way of the future.
We explored it all, experimented, made sig-Â-Â made significant breakthroughs, learned every inch of each other's bodies.
Donald: Okay, buddy, I am now cutting you off.
William: But, you know, being sex experts-Â-Â It's not enough because when you've-Â-Â when you've tried and tried and-Â-Â 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-Â-Â "She does not love me.
" [ Dog barks in distance .]
[ Horn honking .]
[ Horn blaring .]
[ Blaring continues .]
[ Tires squealing .]
[ Breathing heavily .]
[ Sighs .]
[ Tires screech .]
Rick: So, I guess you and your husband are one of those swinger couples? Virginia: Is that a question? Rick: I'm just wondering.
Virginia: Look, I had too much to drink last night, Ron.
Rick: Rick.
Virginia: And I drank too much because I miss my husband.
So Rick: [ Chuckles .]
Okay.
Well, I have a year to send a gift, right? Virginia: [ Scoffs .]
Do you know what my husband really is Rick? He's protection.
Rick: - From? Virginia: - You, for starters.
So why don't you grab your things and get out of here? Now.
Judge Parks: 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.
William: An investigation that was immediately dropped when the charges proved groundless.
Judge Parks: We have charges of pandering and promoting prostitution.
Those charges have not been dropped.
William: They will be shortly.
I'm currently interviewing attorneys.
Judge Parks: And now you've destroyed private property as a result of driving with a blood alcohol level of twice the legal limit.
William: I will pay the damages, despite the fact it was the other driver who hit me.
Judge Parks: But you were drunk, so I'm taking your license for three months.
You'll also complete a mandatory AA program.
William: AA? Look, I can assure you I'm-Â-Â Judge Parks: 90 meetings in 90 days at the Alcoholics Anonymous chapter of your choosing.
You'll also perform some form of community service William: Come on.
Judge Parks: 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.
Virginia: You're a good man.
Gavin: And you're becoming our favorite customer.
Are we saving that seat? Virginia: Eventually.
But for now, I think I'll wander off, find a way to distract myself.
Gavin: [ Chuckles .]
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.
Virginia: Teaching people to what? Gavin: I guess he breaks sex down into phases.
I haven't caught the show.
Some scientist/sex guru.
Jeffrey: 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.
[ Crowd murmurs .]
I'll take questions at the end, miss.
Virginia: 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? Jeffrey: Sure, if you want to be technical.
Virginia: I do.
I-ÂI'm also curious where you conducted this nipple study.
Jeffrey: Okay, everything I'm discussing either comes from my column or my book.
Virginia: Yes, "The Method," but the data in "The Method" comes from? Jeffrey: My studies at the University of Michigan and my time spent at the Masters and Johnson clinic.
Virginia: And yet your face draws a complete blank, which is funny because I'm usually so good with faces, technically.
Gertie: I knew it.
You're Virginia Johnson.
Your book was right there in the gift store.
[ Spectators gasping .]
Oh, my God, will you sign? [ Telephone ringing .]
Libby: Hello? William: Libby, I know you probably don't want to talk to me right now.
Libby: You're right.
I don't.
[ Dial tone .]
Man: It's simple how they run, but I just don't understand.
Woman: Excuse me.
[ Bell dings .]
Clarice: I'm gonna grab my sad sack husband and get on the next bus to St.
Louis because our sex life-Â-Â It's like Chinese water torture.
Virginia: [ Chuckling .]
Well, we are very busy, Mrs? Clarice: Clarice Penelope Plantagenet.
Virginia: Clarice.
A long waiting list to see new patients in St.
Louis.
Bud: Then you and Doc Masters ought to franchise your operation, give people all over the country a chance to benefit from your good work.
Virginia: I do have plans to branch out.
Ah, it's not just Dr.
Fahy who's busy with a new book, column.
Celeste: You're writing a column now? Virginia: I'm considering it.
Celeste: A column would be so super, like Ann Landers.
Virginia: Ann Landers started an empire all on her own.
She found her own fan base.
Celeste: I'll say-Â-Â 90 million fans.
Virginia: Nine-Â-Â What? Celeste: Oh, sure.
More people read Ann Landers than watch the nightly news.
Trevor: So, I'm Trevor.
I'm an alcoholic.
All: Hi, Trevor.
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-Âday chip tonight and try to do my best tomorrow.
Thanks for listening.
Louise: 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.
William: Uh, the requirement of the court is just that I attend.
Louise: And you did attend, but like all things in life, you gonna get out of AA what you put in.
William: Well, if you're an alcoholic, perhaps that's true.
Louise: Do you know what the first step is? The idea of AA is organized around-Â-Â William: Steps.
Lots-Â-Â lots of steps.
Yes, I-ÂI saw that in your-Â-Â in your pamphlet, which I read.
Uh, the first step is admit you're powerless over alcohol.
But that doesn't apply to-Â-Â Louise: 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? William: 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.
Louise: You will stay in my meeting.
And since you don't have a license, I'll drive you here every day myself.
William: Oh, you will absolutely not.
Louise: I'll insist on it.
It'll remind me of just how far I've come.
Do you know what the second step is? William: No, I stopped reading the pamphlet because I'm not an alcoholic.
Louise: So, if you're not an alcoholic, what are you? William: - Court mandated.
Louise: - [ Chuckles .]
Surely, you're more than that.
Just out of curiosity, what are you? Seriously, you are what? - Hmm? William: - [ Chuckles .]
Louise: I mean, it's a simple question.
What are you? William: 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-Â-Â 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.
Louise: The second step is giving yourself over to a higher power.
William: [ Sighs .]
Well, God and I are not speaking.
Louise: I said higher power.
That simply means God as you understand Him.
William: I do not understand God.
I'm not a man of faith.
I am a man of science.
Louise: I knew you had to be something.
Listen, let's just say you-Â-Â 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.
William: That's not faith.
That's science.
That's what parachutes do.
They open.
Louise: 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.
William: I ca-Â-Â 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-Â-Â Louise: 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.
Virginia: 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.
[ Knocks on door .]
Virginia: 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.
Hugh: I do remember, and then you threw in with some perfume magnate instead.
Virginia: No, I didn't do that.
That was Bill.
Hugh: I don't remember you putting up much of a fight.
Virginia: I absolutely did fight for you, Hugh.
Hugh: Only my enemies call me Hugh.
Virginia: 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-Â-Â a chance to guide, to educate.
Hugh: Most people usually see me as a tits and ass peddler.
Virginia: 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--Â Hugh: You and Bill have really led the charge in this field, started an intelligent discussion about sex.
Virginia: A discussion that you and I can continue.
Hugh: Well, what exactly are you suggesting? Virginia: 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-Â-Â Hugh: It would be good for you.
What's in it for me? Virginia: What you've wanted from the very beginning-Â-Â The legitimacy of science, of data, of-Â-Â of hard facts without a whiff of titillation.
Hugh: 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? Virginia: Very much.
Hugh: Then you two hop on a plane.
I got rooms galore here at the mansion.
Let's sit down and hammer this thing out.
Virginia: All right, then.
Done.
[ Elevator bell dings .]
Libby: [ Sighs .]
Oh.
William: I'm, uh-Â-Â I'm-- glad to-Â-Â glad to see you, Libby.
There's a lot we need to talk about.
Libby: We're not speaking.
William: Come on.
Please, Libby.
We-Â-Â We can't just not talk.
Libby: We can.
William: [ Sighs .]
W-Âwell, what-Â-Â What are you doing here if we're not speaking? Libby: I'm here to see my lawyer.
[ Elevator bell dings .]
William: Well, can you at least tell me where-Â-Â where my clothes are? Woman: Yes, may I help you? Betty: This is good news.
You're back, and you look like-Â-Â William: I'm-Â-Â I'm not entirely sure I am back, Betty.
I-Â-Â I just-Â-Â Betty: 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-Â-Â and-Â-Â 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.
William: Thank you.
And I-ÂI am very-Â-Â Betty: Ready to meet with the Connollys? They'll be very happy that you have arrived.
William: Betty, Virginia was the one who took care of all that-Â-Â the intakes, the interviews, the-Â-Â Betty: I'll be right there with you.
William: That is not a solution.
Betty: 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.
Libby: 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.
Herb: Protect yourself from? Libby: My husband, obviously.
He's very used to dictating the terms of everything, at least with me.
Herb: But your husband hasn't even hired an attorney yet.
Libby: Am I supposed to jump up and down at that news? Herb: Yeah, if you like jumping.
[ Chuckles .]
It does show a fairly non-Âaggressive approach on his part, at least so far.
Libby: - Do not underestimate him.
Herb: - I definitely won't.
Libby: - Or feel sorry for him.
Herb: - I definitely don't.
Libby: 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.
Herb: That you're getting divorced? Libby: 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.
Herb: 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-Â-Â a former client.
She runs a woman's group that seems to help some of the gals.
Libby: A woman's group? I really don't have the time to exchange housekeeping tips.
Herb: This is not that.
Dale: We were hoping to start the therapy right away.
Obviously, being unable to obtain an erection is, um Betty: 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.
Darleen: And-Â-Â And Mrs.
Johnson, where is she? William: - Vacation.
Betty: - Sick.
She is sick on vacation.
William: Uh, so, you met when you worked at Famous-ÂBarr Department Store? Dale: That's right.
Uh, I was in men's suits.
Darleen: And I-ÂI ran the shoe department.
William: That's also when you started dating? Darleen: Yes.
And we had lots of sex then.
Dale was very turned on by me then.
We would get home from work, and we-Â-Â we wouldn't bother to undress before we were at it.
William: Is that your recollection, as well, Mr.
Connolly? Dale: 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.
Darleen: And then we got married and I quit my job and Dale no longer found me attractive.
Dale: That's not true.
Darleen: Now that I'm a housewife.
Dale: N-Â-Â I love you as much as I always did.
Darleen: You just don't want to sleep with me.
Dale: That's why I'm sitting here, Darleen.
Betty: Let me grab the medical questionnaire.
You'll have to fill that out, as well.
Dale: I'm gonna keep this for a second.
I'm, uh-Â-Â I'm still working on it.
Darleen: Okay.
Thank you.
Betty: Was it me, or was he hard as Plymouth Rock under that clipboard? William: It may have been you.
Betty: Or you.
A man excited about a Pucci pantsuit is excited about men.
William: I don't think he's a homosexual.
Betty: Uh, really? When is the last time that you noticed a fun Fendi bag? William: Well, one thing that's certain is Mr.
Connolly is hiding something.
Betty: 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-Â-Â things other people can't see, which makes you a very good, you know, puzzle solver, considering most of our patients are-Â-Â well, they're puzzles.
You're welcome.
My point being I don't think you need Virginia to get this guy to talk.
[ Birds chirping .]
[ Doorbell rings .]
Both: Hi, there! You must be Virginia! Both: Come on in.
Good flight? Bunny: Follow us.
Oh, here, let me take that.
Heather: Follow us.
Virginia: Thank you.
[ Mid-Âtempo jazz music plays .]
Photographer: Great.
Great.
Right at me.
Uh-Âhuh.
Lean down.
Heather: We're drinking White Russians today.
Virginia: Ah, in honor of the Nuclear Non-ÂProliferation Treaty.
Heather: Yul Brynner is staying with us.
Virginia: Oh.
I didn't know that Yul Brynner is Russian.
Heather: Mm-Âhmm.
And that dancer who stays with us sometimes-Â-Â He's Russian.
Virginia: I think you mean Nureyev.
Anyway, uh, I was wondering about "Si Non Oxcillas, Noli Tintinnare"-Â-Â the plaque right above the front door.
Maude: It means, "If you don't swing, don't ring.
" [ Chuckles .]
Hugh Hefner's personal secretary.
Heather: And guard dog.
Maude: Roll along now, Heather.
[ Sighs .]
Hef thinks it's fun to have the girls on wheels, but he doesn't have to find somebody to refinish the parquet floors.
[ Both chuckle .]
Is Dr.
Masters settling up with the driver? Virginia: Dr.
Masters isn't here.
Maude: Oh, caught another flight? Virginia: No, he is not coming at all.
I came to talk to Hef alone.
Maude: Oh.
William: 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.
Dale: You're saying it's psychological? William: Are you saying it is? Dale: I don't know.
You're the doctor.
Uh, what do you test me with? William: Images.
I'll show you slides of, well, many things.
Dale: What kinds of things? William: 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.
Dale: Men? I'm not attracted to men.
William: So then you won't get an erection.
It's the point of the wires.
The body doesn't lie.
Dale: [ Sighs .]
Look, Dr.
Masters, I want to get better.
I really do.
But all this testing-Â-Â It just seems pointless.
Can't you just give us the exercises? William: 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.
Dale: [ Scoffs .]
I don't know what you mean.
William: I think you do.
Dale: My dick doesn't work.
Have you ever had your dick not work? William: - I have.
Dale: - Then you know.
It's a mystery.
William: 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-Â-Â in just giving up.
Dale: [ Clears throat .]
[ Scoffs .]
Shoes.
William: Shoes? Dale: I love them.
Women's shoes.
Women's feet in high-Âheeled shoes.
Sometimes it's all I can think about.
William: And is this a a recent development? Dale: 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-Â-Â those shiny red toes in high-Âheeled shoes.
They were so female, so erotic, and forbidden.
I'm-- getting aroused just thinking about it.
William: And your wife has-Â-Â has no idea? Dale: None.
It was these Vivier pumps she used to wear to work every day.
God, they were-Â-Â 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.
William: And if you told her that you'd like her back in heels? Dale: Well, I absolutely cannot.
William: Because? Dale: 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.
William: Or maybe-Â-Â or maybe not.
It-Â-Â 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.
[ Knocks on door .]
[ Door opens .]
[ Jazz music playing .]
Hugh: Virginia.
The Windy City is better with you in it.
Are you ready to buckle down and get to work? Virginia: I am, Hef.
It's nice to see you again.
Hugh: Don't be alarmed.
This really is my office.
It's where I get all of my best work done.
Miss October: So, what month are you? Virginia: Oh.
I'm-Â-Â I'm not a month.
I'm a researcher.
Hugh: And a hell of a good one.
She and Bill Masters are setting the world on fire.
Where is Bill? Virginia: He will not be joining us.
Bill and I have gone our separate ways.
Miss July: Oh, break-Âups are the worst.
Hugh: You serious? Virginia: 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.
Hugh: 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.
Virginia: It got too close between Bill and me.
What happened at work and what happened after work-Â-Â 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-Â-Â 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.
Hugh: You want to stand on your own two feet with me? Virginia: With you, but differently, because here's what I know, having worked day and night to take sex out of the stone age-Â-Â Your readership is hungry for what I have to offer-Â-Â insights from the nation's best female sex researcher.
[ Laughter, glass clinks .]
Woman: the taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn Anita: All right, then, everyone settle down.
Before we begin, are there any new faces who want to tell it like it is? Libby: Uh, uh, me.
Hi.
Um, I am Libby Masters.
Anita: Last names are usually husband's names, connoting no sense of ownership.
First names are just fine here.
Libby: Okay, then, um I am just Libby.
[ Chuckles .]
And, uh, well, I, um-Â-Â Oh, is this? This isn't No, thank you.
I'll just-Â-Â I'll just have some coffee, if there's a fresh pot.
Anita: 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-Âraising.
Libby: Okay, um.
Uh, an example of raising one's consciousness would be? Anita: Talking about our family life, education, politics, sex, race, the military establishment all from our own personal perspectives.
Libby: So you basically share stories? Anita: Yeah, as we try and understand ourselves by ourselves without the pressure and interference of the patriarchal society we live in.
Woman: I'm leaving on a jet plane Libby: Well, I am certainly fed up with men, if that's what you mean.
[ Laughter .]
Anita: Well, you could call us the fed up club, right? And what does our coming together allow us to do? Fay: Free ourselves of the bullshit.
Shirley: Reject all imposed expectations.
Anita: Yes! Amen! Sound good? Libby: It does.
Actually, I'll take a-Â-Â I'll take a wine, if you're still pouring.
Anita: All right, then.
Who would like to start by telling the story of their own abortion? Woman: I won't have to leave alone Betty: This is the miracle-Â-Â the miracle I have prayed for.
Do not screw this up.
Hugh Hefner is on the phone and wants to talk to you.
[ Mid-Âtempo jazz music plays .]
Virginia: He was definitely listening.
I-ÂI could tell by the way his face lit up.
I think that Hef feels the column is a good idea.
Maude: You know what your problem is? Virginia: I wasn't aware that I had a problem.
Maude: No, you're a tweener.
Yeah, you're half-Âbunny, half-Âscholar.
Even a man as evolved as Hef is gonna have a hard time knowing what box you fit in.
Virginia: Well, I have no intention of fitting into a box.
The times they are a-Âchangin', or haven't you heard? Maude: 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.
Virginia: Redbook? Redbook is not serious about sex.
And why do I get the feeling that you're discouraging me? Maude: [ Sighs .]
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.
Virginia: Fight? What does that mean? Wrestle him in-Â-Â in his rotating bed? Maude: [ Chuckles .]
Write your first column.
Virginia: But I don't know what the subject matter is yet.
Maude: "Does a big penis matter? Can a girl explode if she comes too often?" Virginia: 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? Maude: A woman always has to audition.
Virginia: No, a big penis doesn't matter, which will be explained in my first column-Â-Â "10 Sex Myths Exploded.
" Maude: [ Chuckles .]
That's my girl.
Betty: Well? William: Hefner wants to become a major investor in the clinic.
He's asking me to come and discuss terms.
Betty: Ohh, Jesus has come.
Hallelujah! [ Sighs .]
[ Laughter .]
[ Mid-Âtempo music plays in background .]
Anita: Need a reload, huh? Libby: [ Chuckles .]
Anita: You're not enjoying this, are you? Libby: I am.
I-Â I'm also, um-Â-Â I'm recovering from my husband's prolonged and painful death.
Anita: Herb said your husband is William Masters.
Did he die? Libby: - [ Sighs .]
Anita: - It's okay.
I used to fantasize I'd castrated my husband and mounted his penis on the trophy wall.
[ Both laugh .]
Libby: I I just don't think that I am like those women in there.
be in secrecy Anita: Hmm.
The Miss America protests the other day-Â-Â No offense-- [ Chuckles .]
but burning their bras just seemed silly.
Anita: They weren't burning them, actually.
They were throwing them in the trash.
Libby: But it's still kind of a useless gesture, don't you think? Anita: I, um-Â-Â I want you to try something for me.
Take off your bra.
Libby: Again, I just don't think this is me.
Anita: And a-Â-Â a bra is you? A breast restraint that's become a multi-Âbillion-Âdollar industry owned and operated by men-Â-Â How does-Â-Â How does any of that have anything to do with you? Libby: [ Sighs .]
[ Indistinct conversations .]
so wan and pale [ Scoffs .]
she took the veil for his memory, she did pray Anita: [ Sighs .]
for a child never born Libby: [ Chuckles .]
William: Who separates a suit jacket from the pants? [ Doorbell chimes .]
[ Siren wailing in distance .]
Uh, excuse me, as luck would have it, that-Â-Â that happens to be my jacket.
Denny: I found it first.
William: Well, in the-Â-Â in the store, yes, but that-Â-Â that suit jacket came from my closet.
Look, you can see it.
It matches the suit pants.
Denny: Finders keepers.
William: Look, I'm-Â-Â I'm sorry, but it's-Â-Â it's mine.
Listen, I-ÂI wouldn't, uh, insist, except, uh, I-ÂI need that jacket.
I'm flying to Chicago to-Â-Â to try and bail out my business.
People are counting on me.
I I'm trying to save my life here.
Denny: Join the club.
It gets down into the 30s out there at night.
[ Soft jazz music playing .]
Virginia: What are you doing here? William: I was invited.
What are-Â-Â Virginia: I was invited.
What-Â-Â What are you wearing? Hugh: 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.
[ Chuckles .]
But you will weather this storm, go on to do great work, but only if you do it together.
Virginia: [ Clears throat .]
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.
" William: The legal issues are my responsibility.
They are the result of actions I took Virginia: "True, boys may still worry about masturbation"-Â-Â Hugh: 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-Â-Â 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.
Virginia: Hef, it it cannot work.
William: Cannot work on us.
Hugh: 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.
Virginia: I keep thinking of Dr.
Frankenstein.
William: We made our monster.
Now it's on the loose.
Virginia: It's a good idea-Â-Â my column.
William: Well, Playboy isn't the only magazine in the world.
Virginia: I know.
- I'll go elsewhere.
William: - There's always Virginia: - Redbook.
William: - Red book.
Virginia: The truth is other partnerships have split up and both people have gone on to do great things.
Look at Freud and Jung.
William: Well, they never actually worked together.
But Rodgers and Hart Virginia: Mnh, no, Hart died a drunk in a flop house.
But Lewis and Clark William: I believe Lewis committed suicide after their journey.
Virginia: Fine, then Martin and Lewis.
William: Jerry Lewis? Virginia: Well, you must have some plan for yourself.
There's always a plan.
So? William: 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.
Virginia: Wait, y-Âyou went back to work? You're seeing patients? William: I saw the Connollys because they needed me.
Betty needed me.
Virginia: That is my clinic, too, Bill! William: Yes, but you left.
Virginia, you're immensely gifted, and I'm sure you will more than land on your feet wherever you go.
Virginia: 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.
William: I-Â-Â You're suggesting we just both sit in our offices, you with your clients and me with mine? Virginia: Two practices sharing the same space.
It happens all the time.
William: I'm just, uh, surprised your new husband is so agreeable to you staying in St.
Louis, given everything.
Virginia: My husband is remarkably understanding.
So, the only way for Masters and Johnson to continue while the actual Masters and Johnson do not-Â-Â William: We would have to hire new people.
Virginia: New partners.
William: For both of us.
Virginia: Our working relationship would have to be strictly professional.
William: I couldn't abide it any other way.
Virginia: 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? William: Because for 12 years, I've tried every way-Â-Â 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.
Virginia: I'm glad that that is clear between us.
William: 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-Â-Â Sister Agnes: They do not.
William: 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-Â-Â that the child she carried was the Son of God and that he must keep her as his wife.
Uh, um [ Clears throat .]
Anyway, uh, things like this don't happen in real life.
Sister Agnes: [ Gasps .]
What I mean is most men wouldn't believe this story, but-Â-Â but Joseph was, uh-Â-Â was a special man, and he decided that he believed something that he-Â-Â he couldn't understand.
He decided he'd have faith.
And he replied to the angel, "May God's will be done in me.
" Louise: I've seen people have huge breakthroughs their first week.
William: Don't hold your breath.
[ Engine starts .]
[ Church bells chiming .]
Virginia: Mr.
Buckland, we are the sexual revolution.
Libby: 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.
Virginia: Your home is safe.
Libby: We do understand each other, Gin.
Virginia: Hugh Hefner sent us champagne? Bill: I still don't understand why he wants to invest in our research.
Betty: It's not just Hef.
I've got this big Âshot perfume guy from New York who wants in.
William: 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? Nora: I'm not squeamish about sex, if that's what you're thinking.
William: Is there any particular reason you're insisting he stay here? Virginia: I have found something in his work that adds value to our work, Nora: I want this.
William: It-Â-Â it was a mistake.
I made-Â-Â I made a mistake.
Nora: Surely you want to make things right with me.
Thank you.
I won't forget this.
[ Knocks on door .]
Sam: The charges are pandering and promoting prostitution.
One of your surrogates came forward to cooperate.
Virginia: All of our surrogates are unpaid volunteers.
How could that possibly be considered prostitution? Sam: Unfortunately, that's now up to a court to decide.
William: I've been having an affair.
With Virginia.
Libby: I have known this for years.
William: Libby, we can't do this anymore.
This has to be over.
Libby: I will not bail you out.
You cannot come home.
Harry: Honey, is this what you want? Virginia: I do.
William: Virginia, I love you.
I always have.
I also believe that you love me, too.
Virginia: I'm leaving.
Dan: Are you afraid he's coming? Or are you afraid he's not? Virginia: Let's go.
Masters Of Sex - 4x01 "Freefall" [ Elevator bell dings .]
Man: Well, they should be by next Thursday.
Betty: I gotcha.
I-ÂI know.
I hear-Â-Â I hear your concern.
I he-Â-Â I hear your concern because you're yelling it to me.
Okay.
I-ÂI will tell him you called.
I will also tell her you called.
Hold on one moment.
Stu: I'm sorry, ma'am, but we made this appointment three months ago.
Tina: Four months ago.
I-ÂI don't understand.
Betty: Parents get sick, and Dr.
Masters' father is ill with, uh, you know, gout.
Mrs.
Gerber: As a board member of this clinic, not to mention a close personal friend of Libby Masters-Â-Â Betty: If-Â-Â If you could just Because they are both in a board meeting.
[ Telephones ringing .]
I told you I don't know when they'll be back from vacation.
Process Server: But this is important court business, ma'am.
Betty: [ Sighs .]
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-Âhuh.
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.
[ Telephone ringing .]
Girl Scout: I'm going to all the owners in the building.
Which ones would they like best-Â-Â chocolate mint or shortbread? Betty: The owners of this place? [ Sighs .]
I got to be honest with you, kid.
I have no idea where they are.
Women: [ Chanting .]
No more bras! No more bras! No more bras! Woman: 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! Women: [ Chanting .]
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! [ Horns honking, engines revving .]
William: [ Sighs .]
[ Sniffles, sighs .]
Woman: Yes, sirree, boys.
Step right up! [ Shouting indistinctly .]
Donald: A bunch of lesbians.
[ Chuckles .]
Am I right? They're lesbians.
Hmm? Oh, you don't care the whole world's going to hell in a hand basket? Hmm.
William: I'm more concerned for the bras [ Sighs .]
being a bra salesman.
Donald: [ Chuckles .]
Well, hell, tough time for that gig.
Guess I'm buying the next round.
Two more.
[ Up-Âtempo music plays .]
Rick: You wear out that new hubby of yours? - 'Cause the last few days Virginia: - [ Chuckles .]
I know.
He'll be back.
He just had a work situation.
I will admit, though, that heart-Âshaped bathtub has been a bit less fun.
Rick: Now, what kind of work could possibly drag a guy from such a pretty new wife? Virginia: [ Clears throat .]
He runs the Miss America Pageant.
Rick: - No.
Really? Virginia: - Mm-Âhmm.
Rick: The big shots in Vegas have been trying to steal that pageant from Atlantic City for years.
Virginia: Oh, I know.
Well, because I was Miss Missouri, back in the day, of course, but Atlantic City-Â-Â That's where Dan and I first met.
Rick: And he's just now popping the question? Virginia: No, no.
He tried back then, but things got complicated, as they do.
Rick: - Mnh.
Virginia: - He married Miss Utah, and then I went on to medical school.
Rick: Brains and beauty.
I'll be damned.
When I get off here tonight, drinks for the good doctor are on me.
Bartender: All right.
There you go, guys.
Donald: But-Â-Â But why not stay a pilot? William: Because I almost died.
I was-Â-Â I was flying over Lake Placid one day, and my co-Âpilot dared me to walk out on the wing and jump.
So I did.
Donald: Oh, come on, man.
Now you're just bullshitting me here.
William: No, no, no, no.
This is true.
I jumped, pulled the cord, and the parachute got all tangled.
And there I was in free-Âfall.
You ever been in free-Âfall, Donald? Donald: No.
William: Well, first it's pure panic.
You know, your breath stops.
Your heart is pounding like it-Â-Â 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.
Rick and Virginia: stand by your man and show the world you love him keep giving all the love you can Virginia: [ Laughs .]
stand by your man [ Cheers and applause .]
Damn, it's so late.
[ Laughs .]
I need to go.
Rick: Go where? W-Âwe're in Las Vegas, baby.
Virginia: No, no, no.
Mr.
America's coming back, and I shouldn't be slurring when he arrives.
Rick: But what if I get sick, doc, and need special, you know? What kind of doctor did you say you were? Virginia: Sex expert.
Rick: [ Chuckles .]
Virginia: [ Chuckling .]
I'm serious.
I'm a sex researcher.
Donald: Sex what? [ Chuckles .]
There's no such thing as that.
William: Oh, yes, there is.
In fact, sex therapy is the way of the future.
We explored it all, experimented, made sig-Â-Â made significant breakthroughs, learned every inch of each other's bodies.
Donald: Okay, buddy, I am now cutting you off.
William: But, you know, being sex experts-Â-Â It's not enough because when you've-Â-Â when you've tried and tried and-Â-Â 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-Â-Â "She does not love me.
" [ Dog barks in distance .]
[ Horn honking .]
[ Horn blaring .]
[ Blaring continues .]
[ Tires squealing .]
[ Breathing heavily .]
[ Sighs .]
[ Tires screech .]
Rick: So, I guess you and your husband are one of those swinger couples? Virginia: Is that a question? Rick: I'm just wondering.
Virginia: Look, I had too much to drink last night, Ron.
Rick: Rick.
Virginia: And I drank too much because I miss my husband.
So Rick: [ Chuckles .]
Okay.
Well, I have a year to send a gift, right? Virginia: [ Scoffs .]
Do you know what my husband really is Rick? He's protection.
Rick: - From? Virginia: - You, for starters.
So why don't you grab your things and get out of here? Now.
Judge Parks: 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.
William: An investigation that was immediately dropped when the charges proved groundless.
Judge Parks: We have charges of pandering and promoting prostitution.
Those charges have not been dropped.
William: They will be shortly.
I'm currently interviewing attorneys.
Judge Parks: And now you've destroyed private property as a result of driving with a blood alcohol level of twice the legal limit.
William: I will pay the damages, despite the fact it was the other driver who hit me.
Judge Parks: But you were drunk, so I'm taking your license for three months.
You'll also complete a mandatory AA program.
William: AA? Look, I can assure you I'm-Â-Â Judge Parks: 90 meetings in 90 days at the Alcoholics Anonymous chapter of your choosing.
You'll also perform some form of community service William: Come on.
Judge Parks: 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.
Virginia: You're a good man.
Gavin: And you're becoming our favorite customer.
Are we saving that seat? Virginia: Eventually.
But for now, I think I'll wander off, find a way to distract myself.
Gavin: [ Chuckles .]
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.
Virginia: Teaching people to what? Gavin: I guess he breaks sex down into phases.
I haven't caught the show.
Some scientist/sex guru.
Jeffrey: 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.
[ Crowd murmurs .]
I'll take questions at the end, miss.
Virginia: 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? Jeffrey: Sure, if you want to be technical.
Virginia: I do.
I-ÂI'm also curious where you conducted this nipple study.
Jeffrey: Okay, everything I'm discussing either comes from my column or my book.
Virginia: Yes, "The Method," but the data in "The Method" comes from? Jeffrey: My studies at the University of Michigan and my time spent at the Masters and Johnson clinic.
Virginia: And yet your face draws a complete blank, which is funny because I'm usually so good with faces, technically.
Gertie: I knew it.
You're Virginia Johnson.
Your book was right there in the gift store.
[ Spectators gasping .]
Oh, my God, will you sign? [ Telephone ringing .]
Libby: Hello? William: Libby, I know you probably don't want to talk to me right now.
Libby: You're right.
I don't.
[ Dial tone .]
Man: It's simple how they run, but I just don't understand.
Woman: Excuse me.
[ Bell dings .]
Clarice: I'm gonna grab my sad sack husband and get on the next bus to St.
Louis because our sex life-Â-Â It's like Chinese water torture.
Virginia: [ Chuckling .]
Well, we are very busy, Mrs? Clarice: Clarice Penelope Plantagenet.
Virginia: Clarice.
A long waiting list to see new patients in St.
Louis.
Bud: Then you and Doc Masters ought to franchise your operation, give people all over the country a chance to benefit from your good work.
Virginia: I do have plans to branch out.
Ah, it's not just Dr.
Fahy who's busy with a new book, column.
Celeste: You're writing a column now? Virginia: I'm considering it.
Celeste: A column would be so super, like Ann Landers.
Virginia: Ann Landers started an empire all on her own.
She found her own fan base.
Celeste: I'll say-Â-Â 90 million fans.
Virginia: Nine-Â-Â What? Celeste: Oh, sure.
More people read Ann Landers than watch the nightly news.
Trevor: So, I'm Trevor.
I'm an alcoholic.
All: Hi, Trevor.
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-Âday chip tonight and try to do my best tomorrow.
Thanks for listening.
Louise: 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.
William: Uh, the requirement of the court is just that I attend.
Louise: And you did attend, but like all things in life, you gonna get out of AA what you put in.
William: Well, if you're an alcoholic, perhaps that's true.
Louise: Do you know what the first step is? The idea of AA is organized around-Â-Â William: Steps.
Lots-Â-Â lots of steps.
Yes, I-ÂI saw that in your-Â-Â in your pamphlet, which I read.
Uh, the first step is admit you're powerless over alcohol.
But that doesn't apply to-Â-Â Louise: 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? William: 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.
Louise: You will stay in my meeting.
And since you don't have a license, I'll drive you here every day myself.
William: Oh, you will absolutely not.
Louise: I'll insist on it.
It'll remind me of just how far I've come.
Do you know what the second step is? William: No, I stopped reading the pamphlet because I'm not an alcoholic.
Louise: So, if you're not an alcoholic, what are you? William: - Court mandated.
Louise: - [ Chuckles .]
Surely, you're more than that.
Just out of curiosity, what are you? Seriously, you are what? - Hmm? William: - [ Chuckles .]
Louise: I mean, it's a simple question.
What are you? William: 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-Â-Â 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.
Louise: The second step is giving yourself over to a higher power.
William: [ Sighs .]
Well, God and I are not speaking.
Louise: I said higher power.
That simply means God as you understand Him.
William: I do not understand God.
I'm not a man of faith.
I am a man of science.
Louise: I knew you had to be something.
Listen, let's just say you-Â-Â 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.
William: That's not faith.
That's science.
That's what parachutes do.
They open.
Louise: 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.
William: I ca-Â-Â 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-Â-Â Louise: 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.
Virginia: 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.
[ Knocks on door .]
Virginia: 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.
Hugh: I do remember, and then you threw in with some perfume magnate instead.
Virginia: No, I didn't do that.
That was Bill.
Hugh: I don't remember you putting up much of a fight.
Virginia: I absolutely did fight for you, Hugh.
Hugh: Only my enemies call me Hugh.
Virginia: 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-Â-Â a chance to guide, to educate.
Hugh: Most people usually see me as a tits and ass peddler.
Virginia: 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--Â Hugh: You and Bill have really led the charge in this field, started an intelligent discussion about sex.
Virginia: A discussion that you and I can continue.
Hugh: Well, what exactly are you suggesting? Virginia: 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-Â-Â Hugh: It would be good for you.
What's in it for me? Virginia: What you've wanted from the very beginning-Â-Â The legitimacy of science, of data, of-Â-Â of hard facts without a whiff of titillation.
Hugh: 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? Virginia: Very much.
Hugh: Then you two hop on a plane.
I got rooms galore here at the mansion.
Let's sit down and hammer this thing out.
Virginia: All right, then.
Done.
[ Elevator bell dings .]
Libby: [ Sighs .]
Oh.
William: I'm, uh-Â-Â I'm-- glad to-Â-Â glad to see you, Libby.
There's a lot we need to talk about.
Libby: We're not speaking.
William: Come on.
Please, Libby.
We-Â-Â We can't just not talk.
Libby: We can.
William: [ Sighs .]
W-Âwell, what-Â-Â What are you doing here if we're not speaking? Libby: I'm here to see my lawyer.
[ Elevator bell dings .]
William: Well, can you at least tell me where-Â-Â where my clothes are? Woman: Yes, may I help you? Betty: This is good news.
You're back, and you look like-Â-Â William: I'm-Â-Â I'm not entirely sure I am back, Betty.
I-Â-Â I just-Â-Â Betty: 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-Â-Â and-Â-Â 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.
William: Thank you.
And I-ÂI am very-Â-Â Betty: Ready to meet with the Connollys? They'll be very happy that you have arrived.
William: Betty, Virginia was the one who took care of all that-Â-Â the intakes, the interviews, the-Â-Â Betty: I'll be right there with you.
William: That is not a solution.
Betty: 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.
Libby: 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.
Herb: Protect yourself from? Libby: My husband, obviously.
He's very used to dictating the terms of everything, at least with me.
Herb: But your husband hasn't even hired an attorney yet.
Libby: Am I supposed to jump up and down at that news? Herb: Yeah, if you like jumping.
[ Chuckles .]
It does show a fairly non-Âaggressive approach on his part, at least so far.
Libby: - Do not underestimate him.
Herb: - I definitely won't.
Libby: - Or feel sorry for him.
Herb: - I definitely don't.
Libby: 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.
Herb: That you're getting divorced? Libby: 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.
Herb: 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-Â-Â a former client.
She runs a woman's group that seems to help some of the gals.
Libby: A woman's group? I really don't have the time to exchange housekeeping tips.
Herb: This is not that.
Dale: We were hoping to start the therapy right away.
Obviously, being unable to obtain an erection is, um Betty: 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.
Darleen: And-Â-Â And Mrs.
Johnson, where is she? William: - Vacation.
Betty: - Sick.
She is sick on vacation.
William: Uh, so, you met when you worked at Famous-ÂBarr Department Store? Dale: That's right.
Uh, I was in men's suits.
Darleen: And I-ÂI ran the shoe department.
William: That's also when you started dating? Darleen: Yes.
And we had lots of sex then.
Dale was very turned on by me then.
We would get home from work, and we-Â-Â we wouldn't bother to undress before we were at it.
William: Is that your recollection, as well, Mr.
Connolly? Dale: 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.
Darleen: And then we got married and I quit my job and Dale no longer found me attractive.
Dale: That's not true.
Darleen: Now that I'm a housewife.
Dale: N-Â-Â I love you as much as I always did.
Darleen: You just don't want to sleep with me.
Dale: That's why I'm sitting here, Darleen.
Betty: Let me grab the medical questionnaire.
You'll have to fill that out, as well.
Dale: I'm gonna keep this for a second.
I'm, uh-Â-Â I'm still working on it.
Darleen: Okay.
Thank you.
Betty: Was it me, or was he hard as Plymouth Rock under that clipboard? William: It may have been you.
Betty: Or you.
A man excited about a Pucci pantsuit is excited about men.
William: I don't think he's a homosexual.
Betty: Uh, really? When is the last time that you noticed a fun Fendi bag? William: Well, one thing that's certain is Mr.
Connolly is hiding something.
Betty: 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-Â-Â things other people can't see, which makes you a very good, you know, puzzle solver, considering most of our patients are-Â-Â well, they're puzzles.
You're welcome.
My point being I don't think you need Virginia to get this guy to talk.
[ Birds chirping .]
[ Doorbell rings .]
Both: Hi, there! You must be Virginia! Both: Come on in.
Good flight? Bunny: Follow us.
Oh, here, let me take that.
Heather: Follow us.
Virginia: Thank you.
[ Mid-Âtempo jazz music plays .]
Photographer: Great.
Great.
Right at me.
Uh-Âhuh.
Lean down.
Heather: We're drinking White Russians today.
Virginia: Ah, in honor of the Nuclear Non-ÂProliferation Treaty.
Heather: Yul Brynner is staying with us.
Virginia: Oh.
I didn't know that Yul Brynner is Russian.
Heather: Mm-Âhmm.
And that dancer who stays with us sometimes-Â-Â He's Russian.
Virginia: I think you mean Nureyev.
Anyway, uh, I was wondering about "Si Non Oxcillas, Noli Tintinnare"-Â-Â the plaque right above the front door.
Maude: It means, "If you don't swing, don't ring.
" [ Chuckles .]
Hugh Hefner's personal secretary.
Heather: And guard dog.
Maude: Roll along now, Heather.
[ Sighs .]
Hef thinks it's fun to have the girls on wheels, but he doesn't have to find somebody to refinish the parquet floors.
[ Both chuckle .]
Is Dr.
Masters settling up with the driver? Virginia: Dr.
Masters isn't here.
Maude: Oh, caught another flight? Virginia: No, he is not coming at all.
I came to talk to Hef alone.
Maude: Oh.
William: 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.
Dale: You're saying it's psychological? William: Are you saying it is? Dale: I don't know.
You're the doctor.
Uh, what do you test me with? William: Images.
I'll show you slides of, well, many things.
Dale: What kinds of things? William: 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.
Dale: Men? I'm not attracted to men.
William: So then you won't get an erection.
It's the point of the wires.
The body doesn't lie.
Dale: [ Sighs .]
Look, Dr.
Masters, I want to get better.
I really do.
But all this testing-Â-Â It just seems pointless.
Can't you just give us the exercises? William: 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.
Dale: [ Scoffs .]
I don't know what you mean.
William: I think you do.
Dale: My dick doesn't work.
Have you ever had your dick not work? William: - I have.
Dale: - Then you know.
It's a mystery.
William: 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-Â-Â in just giving up.
Dale: [ Clears throat .]
[ Scoffs .]
Shoes.
William: Shoes? Dale: I love them.
Women's shoes.
Women's feet in high-Âheeled shoes.
Sometimes it's all I can think about.
William: And is this a a recent development? Dale: 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-Â-Â those shiny red toes in high-Âheeled shoes.
They were so female, so erotic, and forbidden.
I'm-- getting aroused just thinking about it.
William: And your wife has-Â-Â has no idea? Dale: None.
It was these Vivier pumps she used to wear to work every day.
God, they were-Â-Â 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.
William: And if you told her that you'd like her back in heels? Dale: Well, I absolutely cannot.
William: Because? Dale: 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.
William: Or maybe-Â-Â or maybe not.
It-Â-Â 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.
[ Knocks on door .]
[ Door opens .]
[ Jazz music playing .]
Hugh: Virginia.
The Windy City is better with you in it.
Are you ready to buckle down and get to work? Virginia: I am, Hef.
It's nice to see you again.
Hugh: Don't be alarmed.
This really is my office.
It's where I get all of my best work done.
Miss October: So, what month are you? Virginia: Oh.
I'm-Â-Â I'm not a month.
I'm a researcher.
Hugh: And a hell of a good one.
She and Bill Masters are setting the world on fire.
Where is Bill? Virginia: He will not be joining us.
Bill and I have gone our separate ways.
Miss July: Oh, break-Âups are the worst.
Hugh: You serious? Virginia: 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.
Hugh: 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.
Virginia: It got too close between Bill and me.
What happened at work and what happened after work-Â-Â 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-Â-Â 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.
Hugh: You want to stand on your own two feet with me? Virginia: With you, but differently, because here's what I know, having worked day and night to take sex out of the stone age-Â-Â Your readership is hungry for what I have to offer-Â-Â insights from the nation's best female sex researcher.
[ Laughter, glass clinks .]
Woman: the taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn Anita: All right, then, everyone settle down.
Before we begin, are there any new faces who want to tell it like it is? Libby: Uh, uh, me.
Hi.
Um, I am Libby Masters.
Anita: Last names are usually husband's names, connoting no sense of ownership.
First names are just fine here.
Libby: Okay, then, um I am just Libby.
[ Chuckles .]
And, uh, well, I, um-Â-Â Oh, is this? This isn't No, thank you.
I'll just-Â-Â I'll just have some coffee, if there's a fresh pot.
Anita: 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-Âraising.
Libby: Okay, um.
Uh, an example of raising one's consciousness would be? Anita: Talking about our family life, education, politics, sex, race, the military establishment all from our own personal perspectives.
Libby: So you basically share stories? Anita: Yeah, as we try and understand ourselves by ourselves without the pressure and interference of the patriarchal society we live in.
Woman: I'm leaving on a jet plane Libby: Well, I am certainly fed up with men, if that's what you mean.
[ Laughter .]
Anita: Well, you could call us the fed up club, right? And what does our coming together allow us to do? Fay: Free ourselves of the bullshit.
Shirley: Reject all imposed expectations.
Anita: Yes! Amen! Sound good? Libby: It does.
Actually, I'll take a-Â-Â I'll take a wine, if you're still pouring.
Anita: All right, then.
Who would like to start by telling the story of their own abortion? Woman: I won't have to leave alone Betty: This is the miracle-Â-Â the miracle I have prayed for.
Do not screw this up.
Hugh Hefner is on the phone and wants to talk to you.
[ Mid-Âtempo jazz music plays .]
Virginia: He was definitely listening.
I-ÂI could tell by the way his face lit up.
I think that Hef feels the column is a good idea.
Maude: You know what your problem is? Virginia: I wasn't aware that I had a problem.
Maude: No, you're a tweener.
Yeah, you're half-Âbunny, half-Âscholar.
Even a man as evolved as Hef is gonna have a hard time knowing what box you fit in.
Virginia: Well, I have no intention of fitting into a box.
The times they are a-Âchangin', or haven't you heard? Maude: 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.
Virginia: Redbook? Redbook is not serious about sex.
And why do I get the feeling that you're discouraging me? Maude: [ Sighs .]
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.
Virginia: Fight? What does that mean? Wrestle him in-Â-Â in his rotating bed? Maude: [ Chuckles .]
Write your first column.
Virginia: But I don't know what the subject matter is yet.
Maude: "Does a big penis matter? Can a girl explode if she comes too often?" Virginia: 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? Maude: A woman always has to audition.
Virginia: No, a big penis doesn't matter, which will be explained in my first column-Â-Â "10 Sex Myths Exploded.
" Maude: [ Chuckles .]
That's my girl.
Betty: Well? William: Hefner wants to become a major investor in the clinic.
He's asking me to come and discuss terms.
Betty: Ohh, Jesus has come.
Hallelujah! [ Sighs .]
[ Laughter .]
[ Mid-Âtempo music plays in background .]
Anita: Need a reload, huh? Libby: [ Chuckles .]
Anita: You're not enjoying this, are you? Libby: I am.
I-Â I'm also, um-Â-Â I'm recovering from my husband's prolonged and painful death.
Anita: Herb said your husband is William Masters.
Did he die? Libby: - [ Sighs .]
Anita: - It's okay.
I used to fantasize I'd castrated my husband and mounted his penis on the trophy wall.
[ Both laugh .]
Libby: I I just don't think that I am like those women in there.
be in secrecy Anita: Hmm.
The Miss America protests the other day-Â-Â No offense-- [ Chuckles .]
but burning their bras just seemed silly.
Anita: They weren't burning them, actually.
They were throwing them in the trash.
Libby: But it's still kind of a useless gesture, don't you think? Anita: I, um-Â-Â I want you to try something for me.
Take off your bra.
Libby: Again, I just don't think this is me.
Anita: And a-Â-Â a bra is you? A breast restraint that's become a multi-Âbillion-Âdollar industry owned and operated by men-Â-Â How does-Â-Â How does any of that have anything to do with you? Libby: [ Sighs .]
[ Indistinct conversations .]
so wan and pale [ Scoffs .]
she took the veil for his memory, she did pray Anita: [ Sighs .]
for a child never born Libby: [ Chuckles .]
William: Who separates a suit jacket from the pants? [ Doorbell chimes .]
[ Siren wailing in distance .]
Uh, excuse me, as luck would have it, that-Â-Â that happens to be my jacket.
Denny: I found it first.
William: Well, in the-Â-Â in the store, yes, but that-Â-Â that suit jacket came from my closet.
Look, you can see it.
It matches the suit pants.
Denny: Finders keepers.
William: Look, I'm-Â-Â I'm sorry, but it's-Â-Â it's mine.
Listen, I-ÂI wouldn't, uh, insist, except, uh, I-ÂI need that jacket.
I'm flying to Chicago to-Â-Â to try and bail out my business.
People are counting on me.
I I'm trying to save my life here.
Denny: Join the club.
It gets down into the 30s out there at night.
[ Soft jazz music playing .]
Virginia: What are you doing here? William: I was invited.
What are-Â-Â Virginia: I was invited.
What-Â-Â What are you wearing? Hugh: 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.
[ Chuckles .]
But you will weather this storm, go on to do great work, but only if you do it together.
Virginia: [ Clears throat .]
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.
" William: The legal issues are my responsibility.
They are the result of actions I took Virginia: "True, boys may still worry about masturbation"-Â-Â Hugh: 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-Â-Â 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.
Virginia: Hef, it it cannot work.
William: Cannot work on us.
Hugh: 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.
Virginia: I keep thinking of Dr.
Frankenstein.
William: We made our monster.
Now it's on the loose.
Virginia: It's a good idea-Â-Â my column.
William: Well, Playboy isn't the only magazine in the world.
Virginia: I know.
- I'll go elsewhere.
William: - There's always Virginia: - Redbook.
William: - Red book.
Virginia: The truth is other partnerships have split up and both people have gone on to do great things.
Look at Freud and Jung.
William: Well, they never actually worked together.
But Rodgers and Hart Virginia: Mnh, no, Hart died a drunk in a flop house.
But Lewis and Clark William: I believe Lewis committed suicide after their journey.
Virginia: Fine, then Martin and Lewis.
William: Jerry Lewis? Virginia: Well, you must have some plan for yourself.
There's always a plan.
So? William: 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.
Virginia: Wait, y-Âyou went back to work? You're seeing patients? William: I saw the Connollys because they needed me.
Betty needed me.
Virginia: That is my clinic, too, Bill! William: Yes, but you left.
Virginia, you're immensely gifted, and I'm sure you will more than land on your feet wherever you go.
Virginia: 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.
William: I-Â-Â You're suggesting we just both sit in our offices, you with your clients and me with mine? Virginia: Two practices sharing the same space.
It happens all the time.
William: I'm just, uh, surprised your new husband is so agreeable to you staying in St.
Louis, given everything.
Virginia: My husband is remarkably understanding.
So, the only way for Masters and Johnson to continue while the actual Masters and Johnson do not-Â-Â William: We would have to hire new people.
Virginia: New partners.
William: For both of us.
Virginia: Our working relationship would have to be strictly professional.
William: I couldn't abide it any other way.
Virginia: 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? William: Because for 12 years, I've tried every way-Â-Â 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.
Virginia: I'm glad that that is clear between us.
William: 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-Â-Â Sister Agnes: They do not.
William: 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-Â-Â that the child she carried was the Son of God and that he must keep her as his wife.
Uh, um [ Clears throat .]
Anyway, uh, things like this don't happen in real life.
Sister Agnes: [ Gasps .]
What I mean is most men wouldn't believe this story, but-Â-Â but Joseph was, uh-Â-Â was a special man, and he decided that he believed something that he-Â-Â he couldn't understand.
He decided he'd have faith.
And he replied to the angel, "May God's will be done in me.
" Louise: I've seen people have huge breakthroughs their first week.
William: Don't hold your breath.
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