Masters of Sex (2013–2016): Season 1, Episode 5 - Catherine - full transcript

Previously on "Masters of Sex"...

Bill!

It happened from time
to time when I was a kid.

Do you think it might have been
triggered by anxiety about the baby?

You look as if you've seen a ghost.

Mother...

What was Bill's father like?

Francis wasn't a bad man.

That's not the same thing
as being a good man.

Nice to meet you.

I'm, uh, Anonymous.



I'm Anonymous, too.

The higher-ups
didn't appreciate the doc's vision

or something like that.

I was so excited about the study.

Sorry it's over.

I can't conduct
my research in a brothel,

and this study will suffocate.

Dear God,
you are a dog with a bone.

You know,
I met a young man at the brothel,

uh, a prostitute, a homosexual.

Men who pay to see him,

they're salesman or lawyers
or a provost of a major university.

I'm begging you to reconsider.

What the hell is this, Bill?



You are Provost Scully's daughter?

Vivian.

You feel like taking your sweater off?

Okay.

I'm sorry about last night.

I was punishing someone,
but it ended up being you.

You and Daddy had a sleepover?

Yes, Daddy slept over.

He slept.

He collapsed the second
his head hit the pillow.

I told you
that you could not stay over.

He's going to think that his
parents have gotten back together.

Hi, Mommy.

Tessie.

What are you doing home?

Daddy dropped us off early.

Dad's not coming in 'cause
he doesn't want a lecture.

Really?

Tessie, can you hand me a towel,
sweetie?

Dad wants to live here.

How come you let Dad sleep here
sometimes and sometimes not?

Henry, he slept here once.

Now, let me have the bathroom
to get ready, okay?

I've missed you guys.

I want to hear all
about your weekend.

You can tell me over breakfast.

We already had breakfast.

Why are you always so mean to Dad?

Henry, I'm not mean,

and if that's
what he's been telling you...

One weekend with Dad

is better than a million days
here with you.

24 weeks means it's
officially the size of a cantaloupe.

Last time it was a navel orange,

and the time before that
was a grape.

Listen for yourself?

Is that the heartbeat?

It sounds like a submarine.

Everybody loves
the second trimester.

Nausea subsides.

You get a boost of energy.

Feet are still visible.

I can still see my toes...

Barely.

We will fix that soon enough.

Next checkup is at 26 weeks.

Counting the days.

We've been trying for six months
since the wedding night.

We know we're young,
but we felt the calling.

Well, youth
is the best ally to fertility.

Your menses are regular?

Your monthly cycle?

We've prayed on it...

Like Abraham and Sarah.

She was barren,
but she never lost faith.

The Lord gave them descendants

as countless as the sand
on the seashore.

Hebrews 11.

But still,
we are starting to worry

that children may not be in God's plan.

God may have created
the heavens and earth,

but...he's not an obstetrician.

And when you say you're "trying,"

uh, what exactly is your regimen?

Just like the Bible says.

We lie together every night.

The missionary position, I presume?

What positions have you tried?

Positions?

You're joking.

They thought "sleeping together"
meant actually sleeping.

Enoch begat Methuselah.

Elkanah, son of Jeroham,
lay with Hannah.

I finally told him, if you want a family,
forget the good book.

Follow my ten commandments.

Thou shalt have no other gods
besides Bill Masters?

Well, then their faces,

when I explained the nuts and bolts,

the wife looked like
she'd seen the second coming.

Wait till she sees her husband coming.

Bill.

Uh, is your appointment
already over?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, did, uh, did Dr. Haas
take your blood pressure?

And urine?

I'd just as soon
not discuss my urine

with my husband in the hallway.

But, yes, all was tested,
and all is well.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna reward myself
with a trip to the nursery.

She loves staring at the babies.

Why wouldn't I?
It's cheaper than a matinee,

and you are guaranteed
a happy ending.

Well, I'm headed that way myself.

Popcorn?

See? Everyone loves babies.

I'm surprised
I had to hear it from Vivian

that your paths had crossed.

It was nothing, really.

Uh, I mean, it was something,
of course.

Your daughter is lovely.

And it was, uh...

What did she say it was?

A date.

It wasn't a date?

I saw her once in the cafeteria.

And then, uh, later, briefly,

and, I guess, again in the cafeteria.

A big eater, are you?

No, although I am a man
of restrained appetites,

for the record.

Well, the truth is,

my daughter thinks you're
the pussy's whiskers...

Always has,
ever since she was a girl.

Well, I'm very flattered.

Of course you are.

She's a special girl.

Always has her heart
right on her sleeve.

Very sensitive.

All I said was,
"Maybe one of these nights,

Dr. Haas will take you out
for an egg cream."

It's inherent to
the process that at some point,

we will have observed
enough of the four stages.

It does seem that each new subject

fits on the already-established curve.

And with this being
our 200th observation

of auto manipulation...

Happy 200th.

Subject F-096...

49 seconds in the excitement phase.

And solidly on the curve,

which further confirms every
masturbatory act we've witnessed

follows this same pattern

of excitement, plateau,
orgasm, resolution.

We have those numbers,
so let's move on.

Get back to couples.

How does one partner
affect the other's phases?

It's interesting.

The only problem is
it won't be a controlled study.

In fact,

it will be controlled since
we'll follow the same protocol.

Yes, but that doesn't take into account

the factor that we can't predict...

attraction.

Take... Take Langham and Jane,
for example.

Obviously they're attracted...

Where is that in the data?

I don't need data.

I saw him try to pull her
into a janitor's closet.

Just because
you can't reduce it to a number

doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

"It," meaning what,
uh...chemistry?

Something that can't be
explained or quantified? That...

Yes, that spark.

Attraction has to play
into how a...

how a couple moves through
the stages of sex.

It has to.

How often they climax together...

Climax together.

There's an event
as rare as Halley's comet.

Where's that data?

It's not rare at all
if the couple is well-matched.

Orgasm completed
at two minutes and two seconds.

State of the art.

But a certain amount of chafing
is unavoidable.

Small price to pay for freedom.

Am I right, corporal?

The study is back.

The whole shebang...
Couples and everything.

What wonderful news.

Are you signing up?
Please say "yes."

Virginia hasn't asked me yet,
but heck yes!

Yes!

I haven't been this excited in,
well...you know. You were there.

I've really missed being a pioneer
on the front lines of science.

Right. Me too.

Wear that perfume I like.

Hello.

Hello.

I think there's been a mistake.

No mistake.

What about Jane?

This is your partner for the evening.

Hi. I'm F-102.

Take your time.

Little sleepy, isn't he?

I don't know what, um...

I-I've never not risen
to the occasion...ever.

Ever. Ever.

Well...
There's a first time for everything.

I'm really glad you called.

And I am really glad
you didn't hang up.

I wanted to make up for last time...

Take you on a proper date.

A diner is proper.

A bar is fun.

I thought you'd enjoy an egg cream.

Why would you think that?

I'm about to turn 19, you know.

Two years away from legal drinking.

And I'd hate for somebody
to get the wrong idea...

your father, for example.

Although I'm sure you haven't
said anything to him.

Well, I haven't told him

we were drinking whiskey in
your apartment the other night.

Which is a felony, by the way.

Corrupting a minor.

That was a lapse in judgment.

One of several.

And I apologize.

Too bad my father's not here.

That's who your apology is really for,

because you're afraid maybe I'll talk,
maybe he'll fire you.

Vivian, no, that is not it.

It's...a little bit it, but mostly...

You are beautiful and charming

and someone who deserves
a steady boyfriend.

Who says
that that's what I want?

I mean, is that what you want?

Someone steady?

No.

I'm definitely not
the settling-down type.

Then why should I be?

I'm young.

I have everything ahead for me.

Why are you so sure I can't have
a casual relationship?

Something fun...

Easy.

Maybe a little bit daring.

Why can't two people
just have a good time

and leave it at that?

So, anything you like, or...?

I like you.

Aah!

What's the matter?

It's good.

Oh!

You can keep going.

Actually, I can't.

Oh.

Obviously I...
I did something wrong.

No, it was...

I'm all wet down there.

That... That's me.

Why are you bleeding?

Is it midnight?

It's not midnight, but it's late.

Honey, what are you still doing up?

Where's Pam?

In with Tessa.

Why do you even bother
coming home at all?

That's not a nice thing to say, Henry.

When Dad lived with us,

you worked at night
and then you worked in the day.

But now you work at day
and at night.

What's the point
of even having a mom?

It probably does
seem like I work all the time.

'Cause you do.

So let's plan something fun.

Tomorrow night.

Come on.

I will have Pam
take you to the hospital.

We'll go eat at Freddy's,

and you can have
all the cherry pie you want.

And then...
we'll ride the Ferris wheel...

just you, me, and Tessie.

But after the Ferris wheel,
I'm gonna go live with Dad.

I don't want to live with you
anymore.

Bill? Bill!

Bill, wake up!

You haven't had a checkup in ages.

Are you sure you shouldn't
see someone about this?

It's not a medical condition.

Doctors being the worst patients.

All they really are are dreams.

Odd dreams.
Standing up, acted out.

I know something's bothering you.

Yoo-hoo!
Let myself in.

So we see.

Good morning, mother.

Good morning, you two.

And you needn't scowl, Billy.
I was invited.

We have a shopping date.

They're doing wonders
with maternity clothes these days.

Lovely fabrics and styles.

Only the best to cover
our darling, little...

You cannot trick us into
blurting out baby names, mother.

Well, I can try.

We can't blurt out baby names
because we haven't picked them,

because your son has been
too busy to discuss them.

Oh, but there's a system.

The first son
after the father's father.

The second son
after the mother's father.

Third son
after the father's eldest brother.

We're not having a litter.

Don't forget
we have the Scullys tonight.

I'm stumped on a gift.

What do you give a couple
for their 30th anniversary?

I think 30 is pearl.

We do need to think
about names, Daddy.

If it's a boy, he can have your name,
but if it's a girl...

If it's a girl,
we can discuss it later.

What I mean is,
Vivian Scully forced herself on me,

which means I am now
completely screwed,

because it turns out
Vivian Scully is...

was a virgin.

You de-flowered
the provost's daughter?!

She duped me.

And now her father
thinks I'm the pussy's whiskers,

and he asked me to their
30th anniversary party

at their country club.

Don't guys like being a girl's first?

Are you crazy?

It's too much responsibility.

Suddenly you're everything.

They want your love, your time,
your devotion.

They're basically glued to you
for the rest of your natural life.

It's like those signs
you see in thrift shops.

You break it. You buy it.

And they say chivalry's dead.

Scully could fire me
if he finds out.

And if I don't send her flowers
or something...

I'd hope you'd at least
send her flowers.

But... But I don't want
to give her the wrong message.

I think having sex
with her took care of that.

All right. All right, then.

A dozen roses
seems like I'm chasing her,

but one rose...

One red rose means "I love you."

Scratch that.
What about white roses?

- White is for brides.
- Lavender.

Means "love at first sight."

- Peach.
- For closing a deal.

Are you making this up?

Yellow.

Yellow means friendship.
Send her yellow roses.

But only six, right?

Why is it scientifically impossible

for a man to put himself
in a woman's shoes

even for one second?

Think about how she feels.

How does she feel?

Lousy.

Send her a dozen.

It was sneaky and
under-handed and unprofessional!

I mean, what the hell
were you playing at?

Do I look like a lab monkey to you?!

Some... Some specimen you can
just throw in the deep end!

Hey, exhibit-A,
mate now with exhibit-B!

I'm not a toy!

I'm not a puppet and you...
You are not my puppeteers.

That is a lot of mixed metaphors.

The reason
I couldn't fuck that woman

is because I was expecting Jane.

Nonperformance is an
equally valuable part of the study.

I am not going down on the
record as a "nonperformance"!

It wouldn't be a bell curve
if everyone was at the top...

First of all, Austin, we're sorry.

We were trying to collect data
that wasn't skewed by attachment...

A controlled study.

You should have told me that.

Yes, we should have.

Now you know.
So, last night...

Goes in the shredder!
I am not a sexual lemon!

You could also end
your participation in the study altogether.

I can't end it!

The only way Jane will
sleep with me is in the study.

Austin, this is not a dating...

I-I-I know.

I know where you're going, Bill.
Just spare me.

Okay, look, I'll continue
with this next phase,

but only if...I get to use Jane
as my baseline.

After that, if you're gonna
put me with someone else,

the least you can do is warn me.

God knows I've not been perfect
in my marriage,

but...I do have feelings.

It could have been about
Bill's anxiety.

But why should Billy be anxious?

He has everything.

Fancy job, a beautiful wife,
baby on the way.

In my day, a woman went away
in her fifth month

and didn't come back again
until her tenth.

I think maybe it is about the baby.

Because when I saw him there,
crouched over the suitcase,

I thought,
"Well, he's packed all of my things

"for the hospital...

my maternity clothes,
my toothbrush..."

It was sweet
in a "first-time-father way."

But he also packed
all of the baby's things...

Booties, blankets,
that little lamb night lamp.

Well, he didn't know
what he was doing.

Did he when he was a boy?

Bill said he did this a lot as a child.

Did he?

Well, but it was always
in the cutest way.

Oh, I do remember one thing.

His father and I heard something
in the living room,

we came in
and he was trying to fly a kite.

Got it stuck behind the wireless.

He...

He never did anything disturbed
in his sleep or violent?

Oh, goodness, no!

It was always something darling...

like a little wind-up toy,
tottering about.

I swear, if you hadn't
walked through that door tonight,

I would have joined the priesthood.

You wouldn't last five minutes.

Partners again?

Do you want me
to do anything for you?

To get you ready?

I'm ready.

Is there something I can do for you?

Just a second now.

It's okay. It happens.

Almost there.
One sec... One sec.

Well, he's not adhering
to any pattern now.

None whatsoever.

All right, you two.

Why don't we try another night?

When you're rested up.

Good idea.

Let's get a cup of coffee.

Why won't my dick work?!

Fuck!

It's an ashtray.

Tahitian pearl.

Turns out,
30 is the pearl anniversary.

40 is ruby, 50 is gold.

I suppose 70 is granite.

Matching headstones...
His and hers.

I, uh, I-I did think of a-a girl's name.

Um... Catherine.

Libby Masters!

You are radiant!

Oh, is it revlon or hormones?

Margaret.

Bill.

You should have given her a baby
years ago.

Come, let's get some champagne.

- Is that for me?
- Mm-hmm.

Congratulations, Barton.

Bill.

Chancellor Fitzhugh, Ethan Haas...

one of the rising turks
in the department.

Sir.

Watch out for this one, Fitzy.
He's gonna bury all of us.

If he'll be the one
kowtowing to trustees,

I'll help him dig.

Folks.

Everybody.

Every 30 years, Margaret lets me
get a word in edgewise.

And before she changes her mind,

I want to tell you
about my favorite hat.

It was a homburg...

same one that Anthony Eden
used to wear.

This was back
when I was a surgical resident

at the dawn of man.

And this hat, no kidding,
cost more than my car.

But one evening,
I'm walking home in the rain,

and I realize
I'd left my hat at the automat.

By the time I ran back there,
it was gone...

For good, I thought.

Except I had written my name
in the label,

just like my mother taught me.

And a few days later,
I walk out of a fasciotomy,

and there is this girl.

Statuesque.

A vision.

And there in her hands...
the homburg.

I gathered my wits, asked her to dinner,

and the rest, as they say, is biology.

So, after 30 years...

Margaret Scully, my love,

I'm awfully glad I lost that hat.

Oh, you didn't!

So that's the famous Ethan Haas.

I was expecting wings and a halo.

He hasn't spoken to me all night.

Oh, I'm sure Dr. Haas just
doesn't want to seem forward.

Men don't know
what they want, sweetheart.

That's why they have wives
to tell them.

Certainly sounds
like Barton knew his mind

when he picked you.

Oh please.
That old hat story?

Truth is, I showed up at the
hospital every day for two weeks,

and he never once noticed me.

I had to finally pretend
there was a Sadie Hawkins dance

and ask him out myself.

You have to make them love you.

That's the real story.

Vivian, your mother
and father are inside.

So is the chancellor of the university.

You did get my roses, didn't you?

I did.

And I didn't drag you out here
for a repeat of last night.

I feel absolutely dreadful
about that.

If I had had any idea...

It would have happened
the same way.

It wouldn't have.

You just seemed so world-wise
and grown up.

It never occurred to me
that you hadn't...

I seem grown up to you

because that's how
you wanted me to seem.

And I guess that now
I really am grown up.

But I brought you out here
to tell you,

you don't have to worry.

The physical part will get better.

I know it will.

And as for everything else,

well, you have my love and devotion,

because you and I,
we were meant to be together.

This song always makes
my heart melt.

We can still dance, you know,
despite my girth.

I'd rather lure you home instead.

I've got a splitting headache.

Isn't that a girl's excuse?

In this case, it's the truth.

Maybe the sleepwalking
has something to do with Barton.

This iciness between you.

Why won't you tell me
what happened with him?

People are...mysterious creatures.

With you, my dear husband,
being the most mysterious of all.

I'm gonna use the girl's
and let you think about that dance.

Libby.

Hemoglobin, hematocrit,
draw blood and cross match,

then prepare two units.

Go, now!

The most important thing
is the bleeding has stopped.

Could you hear it?

I can't find the heartbeat yet,

but that doesn't necessarily
mean anything.

The baby could be in an odd position.

And bleeding doesn't always mean
the end of the pregnancy either.

So...we'll check again later.

Later?

Give it a chance to shift.

In the meantime, you sleep.

I'll give you a sedative
so that's possible.

No, stay with me!

Libby, I-I need to,
uh, uh, go over your chart,

and I need to order you demerol.

I'll... I'll call Virginia...

Have her sit with you
until I get back, okay?

Then I'll stay right here
until you're out, all right?

It could all turn out to be fine.

Completely fine.

Couldn't it?

It could. It could.

They're very excited
about the Ferris wheel.

Even Henry, who likes to pretend
he hates everything.

Yeah, I've noticed.

So, tomorrow
might be another late night.

You don't have to sound
so apologetic, Virginia.

I don't mind the long hours.

Really.

Thank you.

I need a piece of cherry pie
this minute!

How about you guys?

Right now!

Let's go already!

Mom!

Let me just get rid
of this... one minute.

What the hell happened?

You were with her at the party.
I thought you knew...

With her case...
What did you miss?

I didn't miss anything.

Her blood pressure's
been perfect the entire time...

130 over 80.

Urine's been negative...
No sign of protein.

Uterine growth's
been completely normal.

By the fifth month at the umbilicus...

You missed something!

If anything,
I have been overly attentive

knowing I'd have you
breathing down my neck.

Her first fetal heartbeat?

11 weeks.

I also checked her hemoglobin
every four weeks...

No sign of anemia.

Did you check the growth
of her uterus by palpitation?

Of course I palpated!

Bill, do not pin this on me

when what's really eating at you
is your own guilt.

And why would I feel guilty?

You could have been
your wife's doctor,

and you chose not to be.

150 milligrams of demerol
for Mrs. Masters.

Sorry he sent you down here.

Libby...

I would be here anyway.

Because Bill...
Bill can't sit here.

I mean, because if he did,

he'd have to admit he has
no control over any of this,

and he would rather roam
the hallways than face that.

Well...
I think that's all men.

Bill is different.

I've seen it before, you know...

Once right after Bill's father died.

He just fell apart.

Lost his mind.

And I-I couldn't reach him,
and it was so scary.

But I stayed there
and I wouldn't leave

and I wouldn't budge
until he let me in.

And he loves me for staying,
and he resents me for staying,

because Bill doesn't really want
anyone to know him.

It's the same thing
with his sperm count.

Lousy... We both know that.

And he lied to me.

We both know that.

And yet...one lonely swimmer
in that batch of lousy sperm

wanted to fertilize an egg,
and that egg wanted to grow...

in a procedure that involved
a plastic cap

and no actual sex of any kind,
and yet...

I mean, what are the odds of that?

The odds are slim.

Yeah. But it happened.

So this can happen, too.

My baby...

Yes, I know. It is your baby.

And God...I mean,
God cannot be that cruel.

No.

I'm so sorry about the pie, honey.

And the Ferris wheel.

I bet Henry's pretty mad.

He was cursing a lot.

Is he in the bathroom?

Where is he?

It's bad, Mommy.

He ran away.

I've checked every
unlocked door on every floor.

I've looked in the cafeteria,
in processing...

So he's hiding.

He'll come out
as soon as he gets hungry.

No, you don't understand.

I know that he's left the hospital.

I know that he went
to go look for George.

- I don't know George.
- My ex-husband.

He even may have... He may have
tried to walk to his apartment,

which is 16 blocks from here,
or gardels.

The nightclub over in coon town?

I need a car.
You have a car.

How does a kid
even know about gardels?

Because George used to play there,

I used to sing there,
we would take Henry.

To gardels... A kid?

I don't need your commentary.
I need your car!

The hospital gives me
a company car for night rounds,

but I'm sure as hell
not giving that car to you.

No, you're going to drive me,

unless you want it to be
on your watch

that an 8-year-old boy disappeared.

What the hell?

The apartment
is on 14th and Green.

We have to start there.

And what if
your husband's not there?

The landlady or the neighbor...

Somebody must have seen him.

Is Henry dead?

Henry's dead.

He's not dead, Tessa!

We just have to find him.

Please, God.
Here, get in here.

Stan, wait up!
Is that Mrs. Johnson?

We're on our way out.

She may want to take this call first.

You had to call her?

Told you I had to.

She just pretends she's worried.

If that is an act,
it is a very convincing one.

She asked me if you were
headed to your dad's.

I always thought my dad
was the greatest guy in the world.

My dad is the greatest.

And my mom, wow.

What a nag.

My mom's a nag, too.

And you know what I wish?

I wish I had a stun gun...
a real one...

to zap my mom
so she'd explode into particles.

Radioactive particles?
'Cause that would kill all life on Earth.

Okay.

At least neutralize her.

But here's the thing...
I know your mom,

and she's a really bad pretender,

which means you really did scare her.

And if something bad
did happen to you,

she really would explode
into particles...

Little tiny pieces

that could never
go back together again.

I want my dad back.

I'll try again in a bit.

In the meantime,
turn on your left side.

That might move things enough
to hear the heartbeat.

Of course you'll hear it.

Of course you will.

Darling, don't worry about anything.

Everything is going to be okay.

Maybe Libby would like
some time to herself, mother.

I wouldn't have called her
if I wanted time to myself.

And I know what we need to do.

We need to pray.

Oh, for God's sake.

It's for Libby's sake, Billy.

And if God wasn't invented
for a time like this,

then why invent him at all?

What do you think, darling?

I could go and get the
hospital chaplain to join us.

Good.

I-I've met the chaplain.

I prefer to keep
my supplications to myself.

I'll be back.

We'll try again later.

Later is now, Bill.

Stop talking to me
like I'm your patient.

You are my patient.

No, right now. This minute.

I am your wife.

And I want the truth.

Is the baby gone?

Lib, there's a protocol...
a process...

to try and determine every few hours
whether there's a viable heartbeat.

No, it's been hours!
And I... I don't want protocol!

Just...

Just look at me.

Just look at me and tell me...

Is this baby gone?

I'm so sorry.

The procedure
is fairly straightforward.

We put you to sleep,

we induce you,
and then it's all over.

I can schedule for the morning.

No, do it now.

Virginia...

It's over now. It's okay.

It's not okay.

I am doing the best that I can,
and it is not good enough.

It's not...

Henry hates me...

because I work all the time.

I don't blame him.

He also hates me for not
letting him live with George.

I can't blame him for that either,

because I could never
tell him the truth that...

that George doesn't want him.

For a weekend, maybe,
but George never wanted kids.

I did.

When he drops them off
after a visit,

I can see the relief

just...wash over George's face.

Kids never want the parent
that's really there for them.

No, kids want both parents.

That's what they really want.

It orders a kid's universe
to have both of their parents there.

It orders an adult's universe, too.

Not meant to do this alone.

My Saturday coming up
is pretty open.

I could toss a ball around with Henry.

Maybe take him
to the science museum.

Ethan...

That's very generous and kind.

You are on your way
to sainthood tonight.

But, honestly, why would you
take on that responsibility?

It's not a responsibility.

I like Henry. He's a good kid.

I think that might
also confuse things between us.

You don't have to worry about that.

I have a girlfriend now...

Vivian Scully.

The provost's daughter?

Good move.

So, you and I...

We can be friends.

Start an I.V... 500cc pitocin.

20 drops per minute
increased to 40 after 5.

Another 150 demerol.

I'll be waiting for you in recovery.

Bill, we didn't make
this baby together.

Not really, we didn't, but...

Can't we at least lose it together?

This one thing...please?

I know you.

Tessa.

Come here.

I was going to take the kids home,
but I can stay if you still need me.

No, that's fine.
I'll see you tomorrow.

All right.

Come.

Give me fundal pressure.

Again.

Kelly clamps.

I can cut the cord if it's easier.

I can do it.

One more push for the placenta.

It's done.

You just need to rest now.

What was it?

A girl.

There's more roast, dear.

Potatoes?

I've got a cobbler for dessert.

I'm going to try and get a
few hours' sleep before morning.

Thank you for the food.

It's the least I can do
after such a terrible ordeal.

But you will have another.

I know you will.

We'll have another.

Why would you say that?

Because you will.

And everything will be...

Fine. Everything will be fine.

Why would you say that?

That it'll all be okay.

That we'll have another.

Well, I'm just trying to...

What, make things better
by telling me everything's fine?

We should talk in the morning.

No, let's talk now.

In fact, I got a second wind.

And I'm sleepwalking again.

Did you know that?

Libby's worried about it and
has no idea what it's all about.

But we know what it's about,
don't we?

Sleepwalking?!

When you were small,
it was just a harmless...

Ah! There it is again!

You know, there's a term
for this curious habit of yours, mother.

It, uh... well, we could call it
"wishful thinking."

Or self-delusion.

Or a sickness.

Yeah, our sickness.
Let's call it that.

And you know what's even more
curious about this habit...

this... this sickness of ours?

How it spills over everything.

Infects...everything.

Everyone.

Quite a pair, aren't we?

You with your head stuck in the sand.

And me...
Just a chip off the old block.

Those days are over, son.

They are dead and buried.

Bill...

I just wanted to say...

I am so sorry for your loss.

Actually, I'm...

I'm the one who's sorry, Barton.

Well, I would give you a hug,

but I wouldn't want it
to be misconstrued.

I guess there's enough sorrow
to go around for us all.

Car's parked out front.

I say this, because, uh,
well, I love you, Lib.

I love you with all my heart.

We have to be done with this.

I can't ever see you
go through that again.

So, we have to stop.

But we'll be okay.

Uh...we have each other,

and...that's all we really need.

Let's go home.

I brought you fresh coffee.

Ah.

You seem busy.

I am trying to organize
our couples study...

Refine the pairing system.

Uh, I've decided that, uh,

the criteria for our couples
should be two things...

Similarity of age and anonymity.

That's curious, because I-I
came to the opposite conclusion...

That we should only use
actual couples who are together.

Attached.

No, my way is best.

Actual couples
present too many complications.

All right.

You let me know when
you'd like to resume the study.

Tonight is fine.

No.

We're not working tonight.

It's fine.

You can go back to your desk now,
thank you.

It's not fine...

Bill, you and Libby...

Virginia, am I talking to thin air?

We can resume tonight.

Virginia... Please leave.

I do not want to dis...

It wasn't your fault, you know.

What happened was not your fault.

Wasn't it?

So, whose fault was it?

Libby's?

Yours?

The baby's?

It was no one's fault.

I had, uh,

I had mixed feelings
about being a father.

Did you know that?

Those thoughts were in my head.

And then last night,
Libby stood up and...

Bill...

You are a powerful man,
but you are not that powerful.

Even you can't
think something into being.

Close your eyes.