Masters of Sex (2013–2016): Season 2, Episode 2 - Kyrie Eleison - full transcript

Previously on Masters Of Sex...

If you keep on like
this, you will end up alone.

My mother will go back to Ohio.

So you'll need to get a nanny.

There was a disagreement

with, uh, management
about my sex study.

And you want
to get it going again?

I do.

Then I've got a proposition

that might be
right up your alley.

So, you were able
to accommodate Bill's study?



And with Bill Masters
comes his study.

Attention all hospital staff.

Dr. Austin Langham

has spent the last two months

fornicating
with his sister-in-law.

I've...
gotten a grant to use

the same technology from
your study with Dr. Masters.

I was wondering
if you could give me

some background and advice.

I'd be willing to pay you.

I've been trying
to reach Barton.

On the phone, long distance.

Well, I'm starting a new job.

My wife and I would like
a room for the night.



May I get a name?

Holden.

...in terms
of how we proceed...

I'm assuming
that it's not an accident,

meeting in a hotel
in Alton, Illinois...

Of course we're not
having an affair, Virginia.

I understand.

Did you try on the gloves?

They're too tight.

My arms can't breathe.

Don't be a martyr, Rose.

Your mother's right.

You should respect those gloves.

I remember your mother
at her cotillion,

like a beautiful butterfly
leaving its cocoon,

everybody chasing after her.

I just stood very still,
and sure enough,

she landed on me.

Rose!

Sit down and finish your steak.

Mother,
I just want to go to bed.

After searching
for quite a while,

I found them,
all of our study files.

Buried deep in the basement

by the sulfa drugs
and jars of leeches.

So I went to see Scully

to see if he would allow me
access to the basement,

and his secretary said
that he was at lunch.

So I went back after lunch,

and she said that he was gone
for the day.

And then this morning,
she said that he was "Out,"

period,

while she shuffled papers and
refused to look me in the eye.

She gave no details?

The secretaries aren't
exactly forthcoming with me

about anything these days.

I did try to call
Barton the past few days,

but, uh...

I can't seem to get anywhere.

And, also,

because I wasn't sure when I
would be starting at Memorial,

I haven't yet told Lillian.

Now, she talks a good game,

but she has become more
and more reliant on me.

So we need to handle this
extremely delicately.

I need to give her
plenty of notice.

Doug Greathouse feels,

uh, he's stuck his neck out
far enough with the study.

It may not be, uh, possible

for you to come over to Memorial
for a while.

For a while?

I'm trying to correct
his mistaken impression

that, uh, you don't have
the proper credentials

to justify you to the board
as a research hire.

My name is on that study.

As I've pointed out.

Fine.

Then I'll start
as your secretary,

as a temporary arrangement.

I've done it before.

It seems the position
already comes with a secretary.

You should be able
to hire whoever you want.

Well, I told Greathouse
it's my study,

I'll run it as I want
with whom I want.

He said I'd thank him later,
as this secretary

is, in his words,
eminently qualified,

knows the hospital,
and is a "Gem."

There is no more
qualified "Gem" than me, Bill.

I know the structure,
the methodology of the study.

I helped to develop it with you,
let's not forget.

And Dr. Ditmer was so impressed
with my contributions,

he's hired me to advise him

on using cold light fusion
for gastroenterology.

You're working
with Frank Ditmer now?

Not to mention the fact,

I'm the one that recruits
the subjects.

Is this a permanent
position with Ditmer?

Who knows how long

it will take before Greathouse
comes around.

Well...

I mean, obviously, I'll, uh...

I'll broach the subject
with him again.

No.
No. Never mind.

I will handle this setback
in my own way.

It wouldn't be the first time

that I've had to work around
secretarial obstacles.

We have to tread carefully.

I can talk to her first.

Why?
Why dirty yourself at all?

I'll talk to her.
I'll take her to lunch.

Secretaries come and go.

I'll simply drop by tomorrow

and help this one on her way.

Do we have a plan...

Dr. Holden?

It appears we do.

Good morning,
Mr. Masters.

Doctor... Masters.

And you?

Uh, I'm Coral, Sir-- Doctor.

I'm here to care for the baby.

I believe that's your cue.

Miss Libby asked me
to wait here.

Perhaps she meant that
for when the baby wasn't crying.

Yes, Sir-- Doctor.

I'm-- I'm looking
for my, uh... Jay Jacobs shirt.

It's hanging
on our bedroom door.

It's not hanging--

I see you've met
Dr. Masters, Coral.

It's a very exciting day
for all of us.

Your first day with us,
of course,

but also Dr. Masters' first day
at Memorial Hospital.

Libby, my shirt is not--

Coral, please get
Dr. Masters' shirt.

It's hanging
from our bedroom door.

You hired a child.

She's 18 and came highly
recommended by Mrs. Walton.

As what?

You said to handle this,
and I have.

The girl
needs her own nursemaid.

I thought we agreed

we would hire someone
who could actually help.

She is helping.

She's coming with me
on my errands today.

And who's staying
with the baby?

The baby is coming with us.

For a fun family day,
out in the world,

shopping, having lunch...

I'm sorry, ma'am.
I don't mean to interrupt.

You're not interrupting at all.

Dr. Masters and I were just
discussing how, uh...

Well, he has his way,
and I have mine.

He may know what's best
for his patients' babies,

but here at home,
that is my domain.

There was no shirt
on the door, ma'am.

All right, then.

We will just go find
that shirt together.

Teamwork, huh?

That's what we're doing here.

Like the Three Musketeers.

This is probably ho-hum
for you,

but for me and Betts,
well, it's just, um...

Anyway, thank you
for what you're doing.

You know,
Gene Jr. and Betty Jr.,

even though they're just
twinkles in their mother's eye,

they thank you, too.

Oh, let's not go
counting chickens now.

You know, the doc's got a whole
hen house to worry about,

not just my lousy eggs.

I know. You know what?
It's me being a salesman.

I get my foot in the door,
I can't stop talking.

So I'll wait in the car
while you work your voodoo, huh?

Mmm.

She thinks if I go
in the room with the gadgets

and the lights,
that it's gonna ruin the magic.

You got your crosswords?

Yes, and my cup of Joe.

All right. I'll see you after
the heavy lifting, huh?

What kind of "Lifting"

did you tell your husband
you're doing?

Hmm, fertility treatments.

Oh, that specific?

I'm open to suggestions

if you wanna, you know,
make it sound fancier.

What could be more fancy than
the fact that you're sterile

and yet engaging
in fertility treatments?

It's not my problem.

Uh, I would say it is.

Last I looked, your new job
came with all the zeroes

on that check my husband wrote.

Three days, we're done.

Or we're done
when I say we're done.

Unless you liked your study

when you were peeping
through brothel doors.

I'm sure the girls
miss having you around.

Comic relief and all.

Dr. Masters.

Barbara Sanderson.

Uh, don't worry about this mess.

I will have everything shipshape
by lunch.

Mrs. Masters.

Dear God.

Actually,
uh, I'm Mrs. Moretti.

Mrs. Masters is some other lady
that drew the short straw.

Mrs. Mor--

Mrs. Moretti is here
for her fertility treatments,

which she will wait for
out in the hall.

Oh, she's good here.

She'll wait in my office, then.

She'll wait right here,
in this chair,

until the cows come home,
if that's what she pleases.

Ahh!

The fastest speculum
in Missouri.

Great to see you, Bill.

I hope you're treating him
right, Barbara.

Because this one,

he's got a bigger following
than "Gunsmoke."

Of course,
Dr. Greathouse.

Turns out there's been
a slight change of plan.

I was going to show you around,
introduce you to the guys,

take you to
the private dining room,

but unfortunately somebody's
bleeding out in the ER.

Upside?

It's a good opportunity for you
to get your feet wet.

What's the case?

A daughter of VID.

Uh, "Very Important Donor."

And after that,
we can grab lunch.

She's in shock.
What's her BP?

90 over 60, pulse 140.

She has a temperature of 103
and a respiratory rate of 30.

I need a D and C setup.

Why is she bleeding like this?

I also want 35
milliliters of corticosteroids

run every four hours
for possible sepsis.

Gloves.

Yes, sir.

Betadine.

Legs up.

Speculum.

Doctor, please.

What is happening
to my daughter?

If it's what I think it is,

I'm not even close to touching
the top of the uterus.

Set up the OR for a laparotomy.

Keep an eye
on her blood pressure.

Yes, Doctor.

Is she going to be all right?

Do you know when this happened?

She didn't come down
for breakfast this morning.

I went upstairs
and there she was,

on the floor, blood everywhere.

The blood loss is due
to a perforated uterus,

most likely sustained
during the curettage.

Do you know any details?

How far along was she when she
had the procedure done?

Far along?

So you have no idea

when your daughter terminated
this pregnancy?

The physician begins
by inserting the speculum

into the patient's
vaginal canal,

which allows access to...

What?
Why did you stop?

Because I look like

I should be sitting
on Edgar Bergen's knee.

That's funny.

Charlie McCarthy.
My kids love Charlie McCarthy.

They call him "The Wooden Boy."

Lillian. Please.
Please relax.

I don't know how I let
you convince me to do this.

Because it's a good idea.

It's for doctors.

They know it's an
instructional film.

And they're not expecting
Lauren Bacall.

Well, then, I won't disappoint.

For shine.

Just a little.

And what does make-up
have to do with medicine?

Fine.

If it's so important.
You do it.

Your mother didn't
teach you about make-up?

That would imply
my mother knew she had a child.

No, mother's passion was bridge.

As in cards?

No, as in the structure
over the Missouri.

I suppose your mother powdered
you like a little doll.

Every chance she got.

Please stop moving.

And did she clap when you ate
your vegetables?

My mother... had big dreams.

Much bigger than vegetables.

Big dreams for you?

For us both.
There. See?

I don't understand
why pamphlets aren't enough.

And I understand

that you don't want to be
in front of a camera.

But if you want to be the face
of this crusade, Lillian,

you need to show that face.

If you feel silly
telling people it was tennis,

tell them
you jumped into traffic,

risking life and limb, to save
a kid from a speeding car.

Heck, make him an orphan.

Quite an imagination.

That explains the comic books
in your waiting room.

You gotta know your audience.

Kids and old people.
That's who breaks bones.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

It's none of my business
but, uh,

I am sorry to hear
about your breakup with Ethan.

I'm going through
the same thing.

A breakup, I mean.

I heard.

I guess that's what happens

when your dirty laundry is aired
over the hospital intercom.

Oh.

My wife moved back to her
mother's in Alton, Illinois.

I got to drive across the river
now to see my kids.

She also hired the best
divorce attorney in St. Louis,

some guy named Sherman,
as in the tank apparently.

Oh, but enough about me.

If you ever need to talk...

About what?

Well, I don't know.

This, that.

I am versed in a wide array
of topics.

How much longer do I
need to keep this cast on?

The ca--
Uh, four to six weeks.

Is it true,
what your wife said?

About my sister-in-law?

Well, what can I say?
She's a spider.

I got trapped in her web.

I'm late
for a lunch engagement,

and then the PSA shoot with
Dr. DePaul is this afternoon,

but tomorrow...

Tomorrow fits
my schedule perfectly.

And to give you adequate time
to prepare,

my primary area of interest
is your work with Ulysses.

Then I'll bring her
along-- him along.

Isn't "It" a mechanical device?

Yes, uh, with an electric motor

controlled
with a handheld rheostat.

Sounds... intriguing.

I-I will say,

my respect for the work
you and Dr. Masters did

grows exponentially
the more I read of it.

Thank you.
That means a lot.

So tomorrow, then?

Tomorrow it is.

Vivian.

Oh, no.
Is it broken?

Tennis injury.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
Does it hurt?

Well, um, I'm--
I'm glad I ran into you.

I've been thinking
about your dad.

How is your dad?

He's been gone
the last few days.

He's taken a leave of absence.

A leave of absence?
Why?

They've gone to Venice.

Mother thought daddy had been
working too hard.

Why are you really
talking to me?

I was worried about your dad.

And, to be honest, Vivian,
now I'm even more worried.

Don't say my name
like you're my friend.

Or did you forget that I was
engaged to Ethan?

Of course I didn't forget.

And... you're right.

I should've come to you,
talked to you.

Why did you sleep with Ethan?

Because you were, what, bored?

Needed attention?

I had a whole future planned,
and I was happy.

And you took that future
and ruined it.

You devastated Ethan.
Why did you do that?

What was the point?!

I obviously did not

plan for things
to turn out that way.

Poor Gini, can't plan ahead.

Doesn't see the consequences
of her actions.

Well, I see clearly.

You'll do anything
to get what you want.

You're upset with me,

but I suspect more upset
with Ethan.

I would never date
a friend's boyfriend,

and to be perfectly honest,
Vivian,

we aren't really friends.

Well, why
the friendly act, then?

Because you may get away
with this now,

but eventually,
people will catch on.

And then all you'll be is old
and ugly and alone.

I'm saying
a hysterectomy is unnecessary.

Whoever performed
this last procedure

left tissue in her uterus,
which I've removed.

I've also sutured
her minor lacerations.

She should be back
on her feet soon.

And then what?

Rose moves on with her life.

And what kind of life is that?

Whatever life Rose chooses.

I don't think you understand

the choices Rose has made
so far!

Her bedroom was on the first
floor until she was 13.

But that became...
impossible.

So we moved her up
to her brother's room

on the second floor.

We did everything
but chain her to the bed.

She still snuck out every night.

When she was 14, we caught her
naked with a boy.

14!

Mrs. Palmateer,

did you or your husband know
about this procedure?

No.

Not this time.

When I asked you
for her medical history...

It's the second...

termination that we know of.

Today, she almost bled to death.

Next time, she could die.

My husband is so sickened
by this,

he can't even
be near her anymore.

The only option left
is sterilization.

Rose is 18.

She has her entire life
ahead of her.

That decision is hers.

That decision is ours!

And I refuse to be held hostage
another minute

because my daughter can't
control her sick impulses!

Bill, if I may,
you're new here.

That is completely irrelevant.

This is a medical decision.

I want this done, Doug.

You know that we are a loving
and generous family.

And my obligation
is to my patient's well-being,

not her mother's.

Nobody advocates
a hysterectomy on a whim.

Meaning what?

Meaning that maybe
in this particular situation,

the family truthfully knows
what is best.

Mrs. Palmateer, the surgery will
be performed as you requested.

Honest to God, it is criminal

what's going on in there.

I... I'm no expert,

but how do you think
you're going to get pregnant

just from sitting in a chair?

Through the miracle
of modern medicine.

Oh, and look at that.

Time's up.

I hope it's a boy.

Oh!

Dr. Masters doesn't want
to be disturbed.

At least, I think that he
doesn't want to be disturbed.

Actually, um,
I was here to see you.

I'm Virginia Johnson.

I was Dr. Masters' secretary
when he was at Maternity.

Oh!

Barbara Sanderson.

Uh, Barb. Oh, boy.

It sure is nice to meet somebody

who knows the ropes
with this one.

Well, I... I brought
some files for you.

Oh.

No, for you.
They-- they might be helpful.

You are an angel.

Could I... buy you lunch?
Any chance?

I could really use
a friend here.

I'm doing so many things wrong.

No.

Like this morning,

when I brought Dr. Masters
his coffee,

he didn't say anything good,
bad, nothing.

He looks at me
like he wishes I were gone.

Or worse...

No. I...

Oh, I...

Dr. Masters.

You-- We have a surprise guest.

Yes, I can see her.

Mrs. Johnson.

Dr. Masters.
I was in the area.

So I thought I would drop off
some files.

For me.

Isn't that swell?

May I speak with you a moment?

Barton wouldn't do this

unless something
were very wrong.

Did Vivian say how long
he'd be on leave?

Just that he was
in Venice with Mrs. Scully.

Something about stress.

What else did she say?

Well, Vivian was--

she was anxious
to be on her way.

But if hear anything else,
I will let you know.

Virginia, what about you and...

Uh, Barbara?

Uh, aren't you going to lunch?

Aren't you gonna help her
on her way?

I'm afraid I've lost my appetite
for that.

You're 20 minutes late.

I... I got held up.

I'm sorry.

Well,

as long as you're sorry.

Can we get this show
on the road now?

Like we rehearsed.

Take one.

And... action.

Hello.

I am Dr. Lillian...

Uh, cut.

It just feels silly...

saying my name.

You--

you should definitely say
your name, Lillian.

It's your program.

I'm not going to say my name.

Okay. No name.

Let's, uh, go again.

Take 2.

Action.

Hello.

You are watching
an instructional film

to teach you the simple steps

to perform a very submerged
pap smear procedure.

The equipment required
for the part is following.

Laboratory ring form.

Patient gowns.

Shapes for patient modernity.

A vaginal spectrum.

Schamen containers.

A cytology brush.

Gauze swans.

Did she just say...

Something about swans.

The statician

should begins with putting
into the specutum,

a patient, a cervix,
and henny swaubs...

Stop.

Uh, cut!

Lillian...

The words...

The-- the words
that you're saying...

I'm following
the script as you constructed.

Constructed?

Is she drunk?

No, she's not drunk.

She's just nervous.

Lillian, would you rather
hold the script on camera

to get the words right?

No, my words are fine.

My words are fine.

All right.

Uh, all right.

Well, let's just start
from the top.

No. If the team here

isn't satisfied with my...

Lillian.

The lights.

It's too hot.

It wasn't the lights.

You weren't making any sense.

And a couple of weeks ago,

you had a bruise that you
couldn't or wouldn't explain.

I wanted pamphlets.

You wanted a movie.

"Let's make the program bigger.

Let's make it more...

bigger."

What?

Dr. Johnson,

nothing is ever big enough
for you.

Your eye...

is always on some other prize.

It's true.

I'm not going to stand here

and defend myself to you
or anybody.

You need to see a doctor.

I am a doctor.

A doctor not pigheaded

and suffering from a severe case
of pride.

Yours must be in here somewhere.

Rose?

I'm Dr. Masters.

I want you to know
that the bleeding's stopped.

You're safe.

I also want you to know
that I... I've been talking

to your mother who wants me
to perform another surgery.

I know.

You're aware
of what she wants me to do?

Just make sure it's done
before my cotillion.

Mother spent a fortune
on my dress,

if she hasn't already told you.

I'll tell your mother

that you refused
the hysterectomy.

No, I didn't say that.

Will you do it?

I mean, maybe it will help.

Rose...

If you're trying to protect
your mother...

My mother
doesn't need protection.

I do.

I don't understand.

Of course you don't understand.

Nobody understands
what this feels like.

Well, I-I can try.

It's like there's this
dark thing inside of me...

starving.

And every time

that I think about a boy,
or a man,

I can't stop until I have him.

It's like no matter
what my brain says,

this other part, it's like...

It's like it's against me.

It just wants,

and when it wants,
everything else just...

goes away.

And then after...

when I think
about what I've done...

What I am...

Rose, uh...

whatever feelings
you might have,

if you go through
with this surgery,

you will never have children.

What kind of mother
would I be anyway?

I don't want these
sick thoughts anymore.

I don't want to feel ashamed.

So if taking out a part of me
makes it go away...

do it.

Cut it out of me.

Oh, here.
Let me show you how to fold it.

Dr. Masters is very particular
about his shirts.

They all look
pretty much the same.

It makes shopping for him easy.

May I ask how that happened?

A grease fire when I was 9.

I was cooking for my brothers.

My aunt come over,
wrapped it in honey.

Was your mother working?

Mama had passed
a few months earlier.

Hm.
My mother did also--

uh, pass that is, when I was 8.

Here.

Boiling oatmeal when I was 11.

Not quite as dramatic.

Might be best we both stay out
the kitchen.

My aunt says hard men
do the best doctoring.

'Cause they don't waste time

talking about the weather

and other nonsense.

They get to the point.

Well,
Bill does get to the point.

No small talk either.

I loved that about him
when we first met.

Made him seem so substantial.

Like a man whose greatness

couldn't be interrupted
by idle chit-chat.

Sometimes a chat is good.

Sometimes a chat is essential.

Sometimes it's fun or sweet.

I could chat about Baby John
for hours.

That is one nice baby.

Thought he would do the trick.

For Bill, I mean.

Having our son.

I mean, I-I knew that my husband

was... reticent about children.

I know Bill didn't have
a happy childhood,

but again, no chitchat,
so I'm vague on the details.

If you can believe that.

After all these years.

I was just so sure that--

that when Bill finally
held his own child,

all that worried him
and hurt him,

it would all just melt away.

But instead,
it's like he's worse.

More cut off.

Like he's...

scared of that perfect,
innocent, beautiful boy.

Who ever heard of a grown man
being afraid of his own child?

Thank you.

I know, and the report is due
on Thursday.

Sunday?

Okay, perfect.

Dr. Masters. Are you...?

I was waiting for you.

Tennis injury.

It was clumsy.

That reminds me
of when you were 10,

and your tennis teacher,
the-- the pro at your club...

Flip.

Flip. Yes.

You trounced Flip.

Destroyed him on the court.

In fact, from that day on,

it was difficult to find an
adult that you couldn't beat.

Your dad was so proud of that.

Vivian, I-I don't think that you
broke your arm playing tennis.

It was like one of those
slow-motion nightmares.

My mother and I both saw him
hanging there,

but it was almost like
for a second

our brains couldn't put
the pieces together.

He had this electrical cord
digging into his neck,

and his feet were kicking.

It was only a few seconds,

but it felt like forever before
we realized what was happening,

that...

that my father had actually
done this to himself.

I probably shouldn't be telling
you this, it's just...

Well, daddy thought the sun
rises and sets with you.

Mama says daddy's been under
a lot of stress at work.

He apparently almost got fired
from Maternity.

Can you imagine?

But then you left,

and mama said that was very hard
for him.

But it had to be an accident,
right?

You know how sometimes
you just feel so heartsick,

and everything
seems so hopeless?

So for just a minute,

you forget that there are people
who love you so much...

That you have a family.

I'm not making much sense.

Is he really in Venice?

The postmarks are from Europe.

Mama writes every day,

and she said
that he's feeling better.

He always said he wanted
to see the Tower of Pisa.

He said, "800 years of leaning.

Can you imagine how tired
that tower must be?"

He will get better, won't he?

He just needs some rest
and he'll be okay?

He-- he just...
needs some rest.

Hi.

Um, we were driving in
this morning,

and I thought,
"Funny, isn't it,

how overnight, something so
cuckoo can seem normal as pie?"

Oh, speaking of pies,

gene's been driving us by
Carondelet's every morning now.

It's like a...
it's like our little ritual.

He calls it
the "Treatment Treat."

Apricot cruller for him,
powdered sugar for me.

And this morning, I got you
a Danish-- it's prune.

Does it ever occur to you

that I have patients
in actual need,

people that are sick,

people that are desperate
for real help?

So forget the prune.

This is not a joke, Betty.

You will put an end to this
shameful charade today.

Because if you don't, I will.

I will tell your husband myself.

No. No, you won't.

Because you care too much
about your dopey sex study.

That study is anything
but dopey.

You have no idea
how people are suffering!

You-- you do not lecture
me on suffering ever.

'Cause what I've seen
of suffering

makes all this look like
amateur hour.

Uh, Dr. Greathouse
is waiting in your off--

For you, Babs.
Prune Danish. Eat it.

You were supposed

to perform
the already agreed upon surgery.

I never agreed.

You violated my orders!

And now I have to
clean up this mess!

That girl deserves
a chance at a normal life.

Normal?

Sneaking out all hours
of the night

screwing every Tom, Dick,
and Harry?

You think that's normal?

What if that was your daughter
acting like a whore?

You know,
for hundreds of years,

people who fall outside
the bounds

of normal sexual behavior

have been labeled deviant,
amoral, whores.

But that kind of thinking, Doug,
is just reactionary and stupid.

There are sexual dysfunctions
in this world.

They are real.

Maybe psychological,
maybe neurological.

Sexual dysfunctions?

Nymphomania,
fetishists, homosexuals.

Also known as sluts,
perverts, and queers.

Bill, is this our role now,

to take a deficiency
of character

and label it a disease?

If it means putting
the truth center stage,

no matter how uncomfortable,
yes.

Well, regardless,
the board are on me.

I'm going to have to oversee
your surgeries.

You can't be serious.

Just a couple months
at the most,

and then I'll stop breathing
down your neck,

provided that you behave.

Now let's drop
this dreary subject

and move on to the thing
that interests us both.

The sex study.

How's it going on
my new favorite project?

We started off
with a simple camera lens

and enough light to illuminate
the vaginal cavity

without distortion.

But then we modified the device
into a movie camera

to capture physiological
phenomena

in actual living color.

And why couldn't it be modified

to do the same
for gastroenterology?

I think it could be.

May I see?

Of course.

And, uh, what kind of data were
you able to gather with Ulysses?

The study had documented

26 physiological responses

to various internal
and external stimulation.

Heart rate,

brain waves,
blood flow to all sexual organs,

both male and female,
in addition to--

You mean the vasocongestion

that occurs before intercourse?

So you did read our study.

I flipped through it.

The tax code
makes for better reading.

I-I want to get into
the ground-breaking research.

What you read
is ground-breaking.

Well, what about
different kinds of sex?

Different how?

Point of entry, for example.

I mean, everything doesn't have
to go into...

Into the vagina.

But...

the... length and-- and width.

A woman's vagina
can accommodate a baby's head,

let's not forget.

But how did
the subjects respond

once such a large phallus
was inserted?

Respond as in...?

What did it feel like
for the women?

Was there discomfort? Pleasure?

There was pleasure.

It's designed for--
for pleasure.

But you would be observing
the esophagus, not the vagina.

Well, both organs
do secrete fluids.

Glands in the mouth
produce saliva.

The vagina actually lubricates

in a way that more
resembles sweating.

Can you tell me more
about... that?

The position of a penis
as it enters the vagina

is something that can,
of course, vary considerably.

We have collected data
documenting dozens of positions.

Male superior,
female superior...

So, if a man and a woman

want to do it hanging from their
ankles off the MacArthur Bridge,

your attitude basically is
"Whatever Works"?

Well, our data reveals

that physical agility
can play a role,

but essentially,
where there's a will...

The way sweat collects

to prepare the vaginal walls

for penile insertion...

and thrusting.

But again, h-how would
this apply to the esophagus?

What you feel in one organ

can easily be replicated
in another.

The sensation,

the feeling of it is--

But your patients
would be anesthetized.

They will still have
to accommodate this device.

This... tool.

This enormous phallus.

Big enough to induce
vaginal sweating,

secretions that will coat
a woman's insides...

Dr. Ditmer...

Don't you see, Virginia?

Mrs. Johnson.

Gastroenterology is the study

of the entire alimentary canal.

All the way from a woman's mouth
down to her...

Oh...

"To bruise her breast
immune to pain,

to make in her astonished flank

a wide and gaping wound."

"Fleurs Du Mal." Baudelaire.

You've read him, of course.

Somehow I missed
"Flowers Of Evil."

Hmm.

For a Frenchman, he knew a lot
about the Greek way.

You know, they didn't invent
olive oil just for cooking.

I think this is a significant
direction for our new study.

Dr. Greathouse,

you wanted me to remind you
about your 9:30.

I did, Barbara.
Thank you.

You know something, Bill?

It is a rare bird

that understands
that particular call.

And trust me, they're out there.

And when you have one
in the hand,

you don't even bother
with the bush.

Hold the elevator!

I'm finishing up
with Mrs. Delessi's blood work,

but you're free to go.

We have an appointment.

Tomorrow at 2:00
with your oncologist.

Hey, Virginia.

I want to show you something
in my office.

You really are
one of the lost boys.

♪ let's fall in love ♪

♪ the Dutch
in Old Amsterdam do it ♪

So this is your answer to
getting kicked out of your house

and your life being a shambles?

Sorry.

You got a better answer?

No.

♪ some Argentines,
without means do it ♪

You know what they tell
you to do when you're driving

on a slippery surface
and you lose control?

Scream.

That's what most people do.

They panic.

They, uh, slam on the brakes,
end up skidding into a ditch.

What you're supposed to do
is hit the gas

and steer into the skid.

The car automatically
straightens itself out.

That's all I'm doing.

I'm hitting the gas
and I'm steering into the skid.

Well, still feels like a ditch.

Come on.

I'm sorry, Austin.

You're very gifted when it comes
to crepe paper.

Care to dance?

Well, it seems
impossible for the staff here

to think any less of me.

I think that might do it.

Do you really care?

Although I do take your point.

We've hit a rough patch,
you and I.

We'll bounce back.

We're a team now?

Well, not in a romantic way.

Do you know why we will never be
together in that way?

It's hard to know
where to start.

Ha ha ha.

Well, because we're lone wolves.

Driven from the pack
by our refusal to conform.

Is that it?

You sure we weren't asked
to leave

because we couldn't play nice
with the other wolves?

Lone wolves
don't always play nice.

They're wild, unpredictable,

always on the hunt for new prey.

Well, that sounds lonely.

You know what's four
floors directly beneath us?

The morgue.

That's lonely.

♪ let's do it,
let's fall in love ♪

We're dancing.

I just want to go home.

I need to talk to you first.

Well, I won't listen.

I asked you, I begged you
to perform that surgery.

I know you did.
I know.

But, Rose...

doctors take an oath,

the Hippocratic Oath,

which says "First, do no harm."

That surgery would have harmed
you irreparably.

I couldn't live with that.

Who cares about you?

Four years ago,

the polio virus killed half
a million people each year.

Now, thanks to Dr. Jonas Salk,

we will likely see polio
eradicated in our lifetime.

My problem is not polio.

I know what your problem is.

This is an intrauterine device,
or IUD.

It's been used
since the turn of the century,

but Dr. Jack Lippes
recently refined it

using something called
thermoplastics,

making it the most effective

and simple method
of birth control

available today.

Birth control?

My mother
would never allow that.

You're 18 and don't
need your mother's permission.

As your doctor,
I am telling you,

this is the first step...

in solving your problem.

Some little thing
made out of plastic?

How is that supposed to stop me
from acting like a whore?

Don't...

Don't say that ever again, Rose.

There is...

such promise of hope ahead.

You are not gonna have to suffer
like this forever.

But while we wait for the
answers that will surely come,

the least we can do is make sure
you don't get pregnant again.

Hunger, gas.

You're not wet.

What are the other reasons
a baby cries?

Babies like a tight swaddle.

I'm gonna heat another bottle.

You're home late.

Did something go wrong
at the new job?

The new job is fine.

Seems home is a different story.

He's only crying
because he's hungry.

I was about to heat a bottle.

Swaddle needed
to be tighter is all.

I think I might have
mentioned his swaddle.

And I been telling Miss Libby

about my auntie's swaddle
all day.

My auntie was the queen
of the swaddles.

Long may she reign.

Maybe you were right
about the girl.

She does seem...

competent.

Um, I-I need to talk
to you about something.

About Rose, that girl
with the witch of a mother,

trying to yank out her uterus.

Have you been looking
through my patient files?

The way you were yelling,
people in space know about Rose.

My point is, I know these kind
of situations,

and you need to talk to her,
have a real heart-to-heart--

I will not discuss
my patients with you ever.

Is that clear?

'Cause you know everything!

Ooh! I'm sorry.

Can I help?

Oh, my God.

$50 shoe, and it breaks
just like the $5 kind.

You're making house calls now?

Thanks for your concern.

You don't remember me, do you?

Enjoy your day!

Nice to see you again.

Who was that?

Nobody.
Good samaritan.

Positively the-- the original
hellfire and brimstone speech.

It looked like
to be more than--

You needn't worry.

It isn't you I intend to hurt,
it's your brother Carl.

So don't worry, then.

You seem to like
television stories better.

I mean, compared
to the radio stories.

We do love TV.

At night, my brothers
watch westerns.

Mm.

"Wagon Train,"
"Bat Masterson."

But come 1:00,
it's "Love Of Life."

I don't care
what type of fit they throw.

Of course,
I work here at 1:00, so...

I appreciate you turning it on
for me.

In the summertime
when the boys are home,

I "ax" my auntie if I can watch
it at her place.

Mainly so they don't interrupt
me with all their roughhousing.

"Ask."

Ma'am?

"Ask."
Uh, you said "ax."

The proper pronunciation
is "ask."

Oh.

Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry.

Oh, you don't have
to apologize.

I'm always grateful

when someone points out
something I could do better.

Give it a go.

Go?

The pronunciation--
"ask."

Ax.

No.

Uh, "ask."

"Ask."

In the future,

it would get confusing if the
baby's talking one way with you

and another with me.

Since we'll be the two
essentially raising him,

it seems a good idea the two
of us operate as a team.

Don't you think?

Yes, ma'am.

I am so sorry, Lillian.

Metastasis was always
a possibility.

But surely there are options.

What are our options?

It's a good question.

Lillian, you should probably
get dressed.

We can meet in my office,

go over what's possible
and what's not.

I don't want anyone
to know about this.

Of course.
I won't say anything.

I'll give you your privacy.

A little late for that,
don't you think?

Virginia.

What good did this do?

I...

I know what to research now.

You're going to
research my metastasized,

terminal cancer?

Is that so hard to believe?

Then you don't know me.

But I know you.

And you are a fighter, Lillian.

So am I.

And so that is what
we are going to do.

We are going to fight.

Well, every good fight
begins with pizza.

You said... pizza.

What did you mean to say?

Pizza.

After we talk to Dr. Lyons,

is there someplace close to here
that serves pizza?

Gaetano's,
a couple blocks away.

I don't eat pizza.
I don't even like it.

But suddenly I'm craving pizza.

Technician Marshall,
please report to X-ray.

Rose Palmateer?

For me?
Who are they from?

Oh, uh, no card.

Probably a secret admirer.

Well...

Thank you.

Oh, I didn't catch--

Oh, I'm Betty.

Yeah, just one of
the hospital busy bees.

I also work with Doc Masters.

Oh. He's my doctor.

Oh, is that so?

So-- so you're leaving, then?

Yeah, my mom's
gonna come pick me up.

It's-- it's-- it's
funny with mothers, isn't it?

One of my earliest memories
of hospitals,

uh, my mother had to go to one.

She had an accident, uh,
ended up blind in one eye.

And it had to be removed.

Um, she had a glass eye
till the day she died.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Actually, I did it to her.

See, my mother had a habit
of making me feel real lousy.

She would call me a tramp,

she would say I was a disgrace
to her and myself.

And I took it
for the longest time,

her opinion of me,

until one day, I don't even know
what set it off,

but I took off
one of my pumps--

it had one of those
real pointy heels--

and I stabbed her
right in the eye with it.

Not that blinding people
is the best way,

uh, but... there's a life
lesson in there somewhere

about standing up for yourself.

A life lesson
I am happy to pass on.

You talked to Dr. Masters
about me?

Oh, he didn't say a thing.

I swear. I snooped.

I feel better now anyway.

I'm very grateful
for what he said.

He said something useful?

He said that I'm just somebody
who needs help,

like all of us.

And then he said,

"I'll tell you
what you're not, Rose.

You're not your worst part."

I'm not my worst part.

In the morning.

The case just came in, so I...

Fairly late I'm afraid.

I can keep your dinner warm.

No, Lib.
Don't wait. Don't wait.

Uh...

I'll eat here.

You should get some sleep.

True. I am so beat.
In the morning, then?

In the morning.

It might be late.

This day has been,
well, a crazy one,

and if I don't finish
my paperwork...

Don't worry, Virginia.

The kids are already down.
I can sit here.

I have loads of homework
to finish.

Well, I appreciate it, Pam.

You do what you need to do.

Everything here will be fine.