Masters of Sex (2013–2016): Season 3, Episode 1 - Parliament of Owls - full transcript

Previously on Masters of Sex...

So, the two of you catalogue what happens
to the human body during sex.

- What else do you do?
- Begin.

Of course we're not having an
affair, Virginia I'm a married man.

Let me understand.
It's okay because you're taking notes?

Whatever this is between us,
it can't be undone.

Honest to God, Bill,
this is better than my bachelor party.

Soon there won't be a hospital
left for you to storm out of.

Whole space up here belongs to
Masters and Johnson now.

- I'm the new girl.
- Betty can also help with the books.

I was wondering if you could use my help.



You wanna volunteer?

I don't know why I want what I want,

but kiss me.

What things have we told ourselves
that make it possible

to do what it is we've done here?

My husband has been
having an affair for years.

I know that this thing that we have,
I know that I want it.

We have a greater purpose, Virginia.

It hasn't been about the study in years.

What sexual dysfunction
are you proposing we treat?

Mine.

We have an opportunity here,
to find a cure.

Think of all the people we could help.

Us. A real couple.



You're not really worried
about the kids, Gin.

It's that study that you're worried about.

I let my kids go for nothing.

I never meant to hurt Virginia.

No. You never do.

Our father was a monster.

"When you get down on your knees,
son, and beg for mercy,"

"that's when I'll stop."

You were just a kid. A boy.

Let the word go forth

that the torch has been passed
to a new generation of Americans...

You awake?

One of us should try
to get some sleep.

Again? What's gotten into you?

Nerves. I suppose.

I think you may be in heat.

I've hired a catered lunch for after.

We'll be fine.

- Should I cancel the photographer?
- You should stop talking

so I can fuck you properly
before we try to sleep.

Because it would be unreasonable

to teach anatomy
of reproductive organs,

yet ignore how these organs work.

We categorically refuse
to defend ourselves

except in honest discussions.

It would be like studying the heart,

while disdaining any knowledge
of how the heart actually functions.

If a review of our work appears,

whether valid or farcical,

we will not write a rebuttal.

There is only one defense
to our research...

Stop eating.

...and that is continued research.

You have all received advanced
galley proofs of our book,

Human Sexual Response,

to be officially published
early next year.

We'll assume
you've also read the material,

given your presence
with us here today.

But rather than me or Dr Masters
talking at you about our work,

we thought that
it might be more illuminating

to have an honest discussion,

initiated by questions
that you may have.

So it would seem that
our only question is,

"Do you have any questions?"

"This maculopapular type
of erythematous rash"

"first appears
over the epigastrium."

Why didn't you write this book in English?

Mr Buckland,
Dr Masters and I have worked

in this field for many years,

and we know all too well the emotional
impact the work can elicit...

Meaning a candid, conversational
discussion about sex, sexual acts,

even sexual organs,
can incite some people,

leading to accusations of indecency
or pornography.

So, if the book seems obtuse and
geared toward the medical community,

it was done so deliberately.

I thought this was supposed to be
an honest discussion.

I don't believe you did write this book
for the medical community.

I find it curious a writer from
the American Medical Journal

would take issue with a text
designed for practising physicians.

I think this is a Trojan horse.

I think you have bigger
plans for this work.

I think you've released
this material to piggyback

on the so-called Sexual Revolution...

A 12-year study does not piggyback,
Mr Buckland.

We have built on the sociological work
of Alfred Kinsey, that is true,

but our work has far superseded that.

What Mrs Johnson means is that
our work is based on empirical evidence.

Our study is in fact unprecedented.

As you can see from the data before you.

So the idea that we timed this release
to capitalise on the Sexual Revolution

as some kind of ploy...

Mr Buckland.
We are the Sexual Revolution.

- If this is a joke to you...
- I'm ticklish, all of a sudden, honey.

- I'm sorry. Try again.
- So I can be ridiculed?

It's sexual touching.
And I am not ridiculing. Honestly.

You could rub my, I don't know...

- Rub my rump.
- A rump rub?

Sergio, who does my alterations,

sometimes he brushes up
against my rear,

- and it can feel a little bit exciting...
- A little bit what?

That fruitcake?
He rubs your ass and you...

It's completely innocent,

and I'm only using it
as an example.

So he's not a fruitcake?
There's a missed opportunity.

You're changing the subject.

Because you are forcing me to
fondle you like a rat in a lab, Linda.

I don't even know
what we're doing here.

We are working to save our marriage!

All right, Mr and Mrs Einhorn.

This seems like a good place to stop.

Now, don't be discouraged.

If you have any concerns about the process,

we can discuss them upstairs
after you've dressed.

All right. Baked beans, eggs, coffee.

You've been enjoying oatmeal lately.

It's one weekend, once a year.

I've made my peace with the lake.
I'm sure the lake will be very...

Relaxing.

You do know you're gonna have to
walk the Einhorns through the next session.

From the beginning. Again.

- If they come back.
- They'll come back.

You can tell by the expression
on the wife's face.

God. Is there anything scarier?

You could shoot a canon off in here.

What?

You're free to go.

I know that.

Since even Lester left,
and you know how he avoids home now,

what with the screaming kids
and Caligula in curlers.

His nickname for the missus, not mine.

Anyhoo, you got a full tank.

Should get you to the
lake without a refuel.

"Thanks for seeing to that, Betty."

"In fact, thank you
for everything you do."

"Honestly, if not for you, this whole
operation would be right in the toilet."

I say "thank you." Thank you, Betty.

And this came
from Little, Brown and Company.

They threw in a red pencil for free.

So if we take six weeks to proof
the galleys,

then Little, Brown's plan is to then send
the corrected copies

to a few select journalists,

and then hold some kind of
exclusive press conference.

We are not gonna let the publishers
decide how we release this book.

And why is that? Because they know
what they're doing?

Because once it gets sent out to critics,
we've lost control.

- Look what happened to Darwin.
- He achieved international fame.

He waited 20 years to publish
his life's work,

every detail checked and rechecked,

only to have Cardinal Manning declare it

a "brutish philosophy with no God."

Even his friends said he was
"the most dangerous man in England."

Believe me, I know the stakes here.

Darwin got off easy compared to
what the critics will do to me.

Be careful,
I don't want the pages bent.

A little R&R never killed anyone.

Do you know what I need?

I need four months off.
Four months off now.

- So I can finish my degree.
- Good idea.

Like storming Omaha Beach,

only to pause on the sand
to study French cuisine.

I mean it. You're excellent
at proofing, I'm terrible at it.

And I could get my degree in four months,
three, if I really kill myself.

And before you say a word,
let me point out that every time

I bring up going back to school,
you come up with some reason

for why it's impossible.

That's hardly fair, Virginia.

You do, Bill. You do.

Some obstacle,
or some subtle form of discouragement.

And yet not completing your degree
has always been your decision,

ultimately.

Well, hasn't it?

All right, I may have been,
in the past,

less than encouraging.
Or downright discouraging.

I suppose. In some instances.
But that is not what I'm doing now.

Well, you'll forgive me
if I'm a bit suspicious.

Good. We just got here ourselves.

- How was the drive?
- Just fine.

Hi.

Let me get that for you.

- Hi, Jenny.
- Hi.

- Hi, Johnny.
- Groceries in the kitchen.

Johnny, will you watch your brother
so he doesn't wander outside?

All right.

Bill, this suitcase is jammed,
I can't seem to get it open.

Where is Tessy?
She did come with you, right?

She's already down at the dock.

Bill, I broke off the little key
in the lock.

- And Henry just never showed up?
- Apparently Henry's coming up later.

What are you doing?

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean...
- See this box?

No one touches this box.

No one thinks about
touching this box.

That is all I ask for this weekend.

- What's in this mysterious box?
- The galleys finally arrived.

And I was just
making the case to Bill...

Let's not drag Libby into this...

Twelve years' gestation
and a book is finally born.

- Surely I can touch it.
- Lib, don't you think that it's wrong...

- Leave the dog alone.
- ...for me to have to face a room

full of journalists with only two years
of Drury College under my belt...

it does seem wrong.

Jenny, please leave the dog alone.

That was not my point,
right or wrong.

Besides, I reject the
press conference idea.

You can't predict a press conference,

you can't control it,
it's a bad idea,

we should tell them we're not interested.

Yes. But when the book does come out,
I will be exposed,

in front of the press,
in front of our entire readership...

Your work speaks for itself.

No, no. I am not discouraging, Virginia.

I'm only saying wait
until after we publish.

Otherwise, you'll look
like you're desperate,

like you're trying to sneak a degree
in under the wire.

Howie, is that a marble
in your mouth?

Under the wire? Bill, that is so unfair.

You know that I've been trying
to do this for years.

I'm only trying to point out
how it appears,

and also reminding you that it takes
all hands on deck to launch a book.

Yes. But if I wait until after publication,

- then it's too late.
- Bill, will you grab that marble

out of Howie's mouth, please?

No biting... He bit me!

Howie, you can't bite.
You know that.

All children outside. Now!

- Come on, Howie.
- Come here, Howie.

Let me just remind us.

This is one of our few weekends
together as a family,

and I really don't want it ruined
with arguing and unpleasantness.

Yes.

You're right, Lib,
Bill and I will sort this out later.

Meanwhile, Virginia and I have a
substantial amount of work to do...

- I do have one other request though.
- Of?

Of you. I want you to talk to Tessa.

About sex.

About the risks of unplanned pregnancy,
about the libido of teenage boys.

You, you, a solid male authority figure,
to put the fear of God into her.

That is... Absurd.

- The answer is no.
- Bill, she won't listen to a word I say.

- Do you think that I haven't...
- I suppose.

- George isn't up to the task?
- George? No.

George is sleeping
with an 18-year-old

to mend his broken heart
after divorcing Audrey.

So, hardly the person to give
sound advice about responsible sex.

- And I am the second least likely.
- Tessa's always been fond of you, Bill.

I will not talk to Tessa.

Virginia, you are her mother.
You have written a book about sex.

Libby, you are her aunt, essentially.

The girl follows you around
like a puppy.

I'm sure between the two of you,
you can figure out how to talk

to a 15-year-old about sex.
But what I will do is this.

I will ask for peace and quiet
this weekend.

No interruptions. No distractions.

I will take the same front room
I took last year,

in order to find the solitude I now need
to do the added work I have,

because Virginia has now said
she's going back to school.

- Tessa's in that front room this year.
- She...

She can move.

- I will finish up with the groceries.
- I will open up the back.

Henry?

Hello!

We're here. Hello.

Hello.

Hey. When'd you get in, Mom?

- Just now. You?
- You know. Earlier.

I'm just catching up on some sleep.

Really.

You use the phrase "sexual tension"
frequently in your book.

And I think I know what you mean by...

Actually, I've got
Taber's Medical Dictionary right here,

and they don't recognise
the term "sexual tension."

it is the physiological elevation
of sexual engagement, Mr Keller.

Usually expressed in increased blood
flow to genitals, muscle tension.

Think of it as what the body does
in response to sexual interest.

And you're not gonna find it in
Taber's Dictionary

because we coined the term ourselves.

What in your background,
Mrs Johnson,

qualifies you to make up
new medical terms?

Well, I have spent the last 10 years
in a lab, Mr Buckland,

studying the physiology
of human sexuality.

I meant, what in your educational
background qualifies you?

Dr Masters has a B.S.
from Hamilton College,

a medical degree from
the University of Rochester...

Well, Mrs Johnson has obtained
her B.A. in psychology

at Saint Louis University.

She is also preparing
for her MA. In the same subject,

possibly even obtaining a Ph.D.

You're saying you'll follow in
Dr Masters' footsteps, Mrs Johnson?

Become a practising physician?

That is one possibility, among many.

Because if there is one thing
that our study has shown,

it's that women are capable
of almost anything.

Well, time for a brief break.
We'll resume shortly.

Virginia. What happened?

Open the door, Virginia.

Virginia.

You do realise
the significance of today,

perhaps the most important day
of our professional lives...

You can't talk about my
credentials like that,

not in front of the press.

They asked.
I thought you'd be grateful.

- I rallied to your defence.
- I didn't get my degree.

I haven't yet taken the final

in my last remaining statistics course,

so I have not yet graduated.

I don't understand.
I gave you three months off,

against every instinct
that it was a terrible idea,

which it was.

- And I will finish my degree, Bill!
- Virginia, calm down.

Is there not one square inch
of my life

that you haven't
insinuated yourself into?

My work, my home, my bed.

Can I not even have
a bathroom stall to myself?

Look, I will accept your apology later.

For now, you have five minutes,
and then we're going back out there,

and we are continuing
this presentation like the polished

and professional researchers that we are.

Five minutes, Virginia.

As the unrest in Saigon continues

along with Prime Minister Ký's
crackdown on the Buddhist rebels,

including the arrest
of South Vietnamese.

Buddhist leader Tri Quang.
And now to the weather...

Well, she either climbed out
the back window

or she's hiding in the cellar,

because Henry emerged
from his room utterly alone,

not a girl in sight.

It's Daddy's turn. Daddy!

Your mother is playing for me.

Maybe he's Houdini.

I mean, in less than an hour
he picks up a local girl,

seduces her under our noses,
then makes her disappear.

It would explain how he makes
his job opportunities vanish.

Mom. We're waiting for Dad,
which means we're waiting for you.

Is this... This is still the Masters
versus the Johnsons game?

Yes. You as Dad, me, Johnny,
are here...

- I'm not playing.
- Mom, Tess and Harry Houdini here.

Anyway, I will spin the spinner.

Four.

Two career cards for your father.
Naturally. Life imitating life.

Is there fresh coffee?

Johnny? Honey, will you bring
your dad some coffee?

Two, three, four, five... Six.

No, you cannot have
some of my cigarette.

But you can keep playing
with the others.

I hate Life. But I'll trade you,

if you're insisting
I join in the family fun.

All right, that's enough.
That's enough.

You know you can't do that at school.
You know that, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Thank you.

- I'm not playing Life either.
- You should play. I have to work.

I think they want us both to play.

You should play.

It's fun.

That's the point of our time here.

What does that even mean,
Human Sexual Response?

My work is not for children, John.

You know that.

- ...seven, eight, nine.
- Nine.

Well, look at that. I am having children.
Two children. A boy and a girl.

History. Doomed to repeat.

Tessie, you always wanted
a baby sister.

And I, for one, am thrilled
to be having another girl.

And boy, of course.

And you have to put a kid in your car

and you have to name them.

Well, when I was your age,
my very best friend

was named Lisa Soracco,

so I'm going to name my baby girl Lisa.

And does the boy
drive an ice cream truck?

Can you drive the truck
to our house again, Henry? Please.

Speaking of, how do you not have
a single shift this weekend, Henry?

Isn't this a huge ice cream weekend?

What can I say? I'm not on the schedule.

What does Mr Hiskey say?

Mr Hiskey likes his whiskey
more than he likes ice cream.

Mr Hiskey's drinking issues aside,
why is he reducing your hours?

He's... He's not reducing my hours.
I don't work there any more.

Tessa and I made, this afternoon,
of all things, a lingonberry pie.

This was not the agreement.
We agreed that you could defer college

for one year,
for gainful employment only.

- And I've had three jobs.
- And you've lost three jobs.

I don't understand. How could you get fired
from driving an ice cream truck?

What? It was too
challenging, intellectually?

- Or too cold?
- I wasn't fired. I quit.

Whipped cream, please, on my pie.

And you have never tasted a crust
so buttery and flakey.

I don't understand, about the job.
About the jobs.

- Why you keep losing them.
- Maybe you just don't understand me.

Mr Hiskey, feeling risky
Took his ice cream truck for a spin.

Making any progress?

Slow progress. Glacially slow.

Well, Tessa needs the room now.
Everybody's headed to bed.

- She can sleep with Henry.
- They're too old, they say.

Meaning they're self-conscious
about boy/girl issues.

- This is my work space.
- During the day.

And for sleeping,
you will have to head back to our room.

That is...

The mattress in that room
dates back to the Confederacy.

You remember last time,
my back spasmed for weeks.

Bill, all of the rooms are spoken for.

There is a spare mattress,
you could drag it into the living room.

The living room
is overrun with people.

Well, those are your only options,
I'm afraid.

Fine.

I will take the chaise
in the backyard instead.

- You're going to sleep outside?
- Under the stars. Yes.

Isn't that the point of a vacation?

Enjoying fresh air.
Communing with nature.

It's what they do in Hawaii.
It's called a powwow.

It's a luau.

And Howie and I think it's stupid
and we're going swimming.

Hey!

Come on.

Do you need a hula partner?

Yeah.

Maybe Henry will come out and dance.

Henry has been
a little scarce today.

But then again,
who needs boys, right?

- Right.
- Okay.

We wave our arms
like waves, like this.

- Side to side.
- Okay.

- Like this? Thank you.
- Good. Yeah.

You're a very good teacher.

- Thank you.
- We do this one, too?

After hula,
we have to head into town, Gin.

Guess I should've knocked.

Even though it is my room.

Well, if you need something...

What I need is in town.

Can you drive me into town?

No.

As you can see, I'm busy.

I started my period
and I don't have any Kotex.

I need to go into town.

Well...

Your mom or Libby can take you,
I think that would be...

They're already in town,
you're the only one that can take me.

If you can't, then you can't.

You cannot hitchhike.

You don't know the next driver
isn't gonna be a sociopath.

Fine.

I know you're busy, so we can try
the general store, it's only halfway in.

Fine.

And you don't have to worry,
I'm not going to ask you about sex.

That hadn't occurred to me.

No? I've heard Libby and Mom
saying that I needed a talking to

from a strong male authority figure.

For God's sake, Tessa, just...

I'm on your side.

We both agree
you are the last person on Earth

who should be talking to me about sex.

You don't like Patsy Cline?

Patsy Cline is fine. Look,

if you do have questions about sex,

teenage years
being a confusing time,

understanding the real risks
of pregnancy and venereal disease...

Oh, no. We can't play
into her hands like this.

Your mother just wants what's best for you.

And as I am a gynaecologist and
I do talk to young women every day...

You're really a sex researcher.

I am both. As you know, I am
a doctor and a sex researcher.

Along with my mother, who also
calls herself a sex researcher,

and yet is too chicken
to talk to her own daughter

about the thing she talks to
perfect strangers about all day.

And whose fault is that?

If she was sitting here now instead of me,

you would ignore
every word she said,

and you wouldn't get the information
you so obviously need

to grow into a safe,
responsible, sexually-active adult.

You think I'm an adult?

Hardly.

Although you will be
soon enough, so...

Just don't be foolish
and ignore the advice

of people who know better
and who actually care about you.

How about I trade you?

You let me drive your MG
to the general store,

and I'll let you talk to me
about how my body works.

- A perfect lose-lose for me.
- So do we have a deal?

I think Tessa's
been calling my mother.

She hasn't said anything of course,
neither of them ever would,

but suddenly
my mother is talking about

how she wants to see the kids,

and how she and Daddy
live so far away,

and, my favourite,

how the arch has
put St. Louis on the map,

and how nice it would be
to live in a city on the map.

They would move to St. Louis?

I can't imagine your parents
moving anywhere.

No. I can't imagine a lot of things.
And then they happen.

Three pounds ground beef?

One burger each for mine.

Maybe Johnny has two,
given the swimming.

And Henry and Tessa.

I haven't seen Henry all day.

That's because he left the house and
didn't tell anyone where he was going.

I have no idea what he's doing.

He's sitting on a bench with a girl.

That the same girl that
crawled out the window?

That girl has clothes.
But yes, that is the same girl.

Henry.

Your ears must be burning.

Hey. Mom, Aunt Libby.
This is my friend, Tina.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I shouldn't have to chase you into town

to meet your friends, Henry.
They're welcome at the house.

Well, in fact, we are just shopping for
dinner now. Tina, would you like to join us?

That's so nice of you,
but I really can't.

My little one's waiting for me at home,

and he gets anxious
if I'm gone too long.

Of course he does.

- Anyway, so nice to meet you both.
- You, too.

I've got business in town, so
I won't be home for dinner either.

What business?
You have to eat, Henry.

- I already ate.
- Why don't I go and

- get started on the shopping? Okay, Gin?
- Okay.

You can't guilt me into this, Mom.
I've got business in town.

Henry, she seems lovely.
But let her get back to her family.

That's not the business I meant.

- I'm not judging, you know that...
- I know.

Anything goes with you
when it comes to that stuff.

Look, you wanted me to take charge
of my life? I am taking charge.

You want me to show some ambition
and get a job? I am getting a job.

I am "buckling down,"
as you like to say.

I'll be home late.

The kids will want you there.

- You want me there.
- Henry, I insist...

I'm almost 18, Mom. So, honestly,
you insisting on anything...

Henry. Henry!

- Henry! Are you okay?
- Christ, what an asshole.

I'm the asshole? He didn't look.

- Call an ambulance.
- I don't need an ambulance.

Oh, my God. You asshole.

You absolutely need an ambulance.
Henry, do not...

- Call an ambulance.
- Aunt Libby, really, it's okay.

It is not okay. Do not goddamn move.

Somebody call an ambulance!

No apology, no saying,
"I'm so sorry for nearly killing you."

- He didn't really come close to killing me.
- You don't know that.

I know my knee is scraped.
My pants need some mending.

- You're not a doctor, Henry.
- Libby. Why don't you

go back to the house
and check on the kids?

- George is on his way.
- Excuse me.

I'm sorry, but this young man
was hit by a car,

and we have been waiting for nearly an hour

for someone to see him,
that is after driving him here ourselves,

because an ambulance
never bothered to show up at the scene.

We do apologise, ma'am.
What with the long weekend and all...

- That's all you have to say?
- Libby. Honestly, it's okay.

It's not okay, Virginia.
I mean, really.

Are you simply that cavalier
about everything?

You do not know that he's fine.
You don't.

Based on your medical degree, your
extensive knowledge of internal injuries,

that he may be bleeding inside,
or have a hematoma,

- or a...
- Libby.

I don't know what he has either.

All I know is that
Henry could have died.

The doctor's in with Henry now.

So far everything seems fine,

though he did call
for a thorough work-up.

I didn't mean what I said.

I'm sorry.

Lib...

You don't have to tell me
what's going on.

But for a while now,

I've noticed that
you're not exactly yourself.

Yes.

And I've been worried about you.
Bill has been worried.

I just think my children deserve better

than a mother who gets by
on two Serax every day.

Serax?

For anxiety, for depression?

I just keep thinking
about the South and how...

The South?

How dangerous it's become.

Over 30 people have lost
their lives, did you know that?

Fighting for Dr King's cause,
fighting for basic human rights.

Thirty is... It's a shocking number.

But perhaps there are better ways

to process the daily news
besides drugs.

I suppose you're right.

Life is filled with loss.

It is ridiculous to think
that you can stop it.

Right.

Your data seems to support
a societal trend,

the double standard between
men and women that's vanishing,

the "thou shalt nots" replaced with

"thou shalt jump into bed
with whomevers."

Meaning, with your emphasis
on female sexual pleasure,

can a woman feel free now to say no?

- Of course she can.
- She absolutely can.

Our study gives women more
freedom than ever to say no.

Because a woman will no longer be
making her decisions out of fear.

Yes.
Miss Delacourt, Ladies Home Journal?

Yes, ma'am.

I assume when you say fear,
Mrs Johnson,

you mean the traditional fears

women have always
had to contend with regarding sex.

Fear of disease, social ostracism,
pregnancy the biggest fear of all.

Yes.

- Yes. All stemming from...
- Stemming from sexual ignorance.

Sexual know-how means a woman now

will have a more sophisticated choice
because it is her choice.

Yes.

Peter Norris, New York Times.

So is it possible,
as some clergy predict,

that the elimination of fear
will break down all barriers,

including barriers
that protect us from disease,

- stigma, unwanted pregnancy...
- Exactly my point.

That depends on
what you mean by "barriers"...

- What do you mean by "barriers"?
- There is no universe

where fear is
a barrier worth preserving.

Dr Masters, you don't believe

people should be bound
by any societal convention?

- You can misquote me however...
- We believe in many social conventions,

and we are seeing plenty of evidence
that young men and women today

are inclined to
work things out emotionally,

rather than fixating on sex, per Se.

So, no. No, we do not believe

that the removal of fear leads to
the destruction of good values.

I believe whatever the arrangement
between grown, consenting adults,

it must begin with the truth.

- You want a drink?
- The coffee will be ready soon.

A grown-up drink.

I suggest you dump this in the sink.

- My mom lets me drink at home.
- I doubt that.

She lets me drink on vacation.

Right, sorry. You want to keep
the sex research clean.

Fine. I'll dump it.

What happened to Libby, is she...

She was just worried. She's
gone home to be with the children.

Now, what did the doctor say, honey?

He said I might be
sore from the fall.

He recommends aspirin,
put some iodine on my knee.

That is one tough kid.
Make no mistake about it.

Sergeant Marcus Ivey.

Virginia Johnson. Nice to meet you.

And I gather
you've met my son, Henry.

I hope no one
in your family is ill, Sergeant.

No, no.

Henry called me because
we had an appointment this afternoon

that he obviously had to reschedule.

I'm just stopping by, though,
to make sure he's okay.

And I appreciate it. I really do.

We look after our own, son.

That's what I was doing in town.

Heading to the recruitment office
to see Sergeant Ivey.

I talked to him last year, too,
when we were up here.

I didn't know that.

- Listen, I'll...
- No, you don't have to go, Sergeant.

So...

What I'm hoping, Morn,
is that you'll sign for me,

since I'm not 18 yet.

The Sergeant and I have discussed this

and I could wait until my birthday,

but I don't want to.
I want to do this now.

You want to...

To enlist.

I'm starving. Where is everybody?

I have no idea.

Am I having dinner with you?

I think we should wait
for the others.

So he did say something to you,

and you just... You what?
You forgot to mention it to me?

Gin, I didn't think he meant it.
It's like a kid saying he wants to

- be an astronaut or an Indian chief.
- He meant it.

You'd hope that getting hit by a car

would've knocked
some sense into him.

George, you have been a perfect
shit in almost every respect,

but especially
for taking my kids away from me.

Because if they had their mother
around them more...

You have not once tried to change
the custody arrangement

in the last four years,
because let's be honest now.

It fits better with your life that I have
the kids more of the week than you.

- That's not true.
- I'm not judging you.

I'm just saying what we both know is real.

I never should've called you.

Well, I'm glad you did.

Gin.

We have to sign that consent.

I will not sign it.

- Then I will.
- No, you won't.

It only takes one parent's signature...

- This is not your decision to make, George.
- No, it's ours.

And I've done
plenty of the heavy lifting

with these kids for the past four years.

It even cost me my marriage,
Virginia, so my vote counts.

And I know Henry well enough to know

that if we meet him halfway on this,
we can reason with him.

In two months,
he'll enlist anyway.

But if we go along with his hare-brained
plan, we can buy ourselves some leverage.

I'll swing by the cottage
in the morning, I'm driving him home.

That will give me three
hours to work on him.

I can get him to take a
non-combat position.

No. What if it doesn't work?

- It's our best shot.
- How are you not completely terrified?

I am.

I'm worried.

And I'm sorry...

For, you know,

the hash I've made of it,
as a parent. A lot of the time.

But not always.

And on this one,
I am with you, Virginia, lock step.

And we're gonna do everything we can
to make sure our boy is safe.

I cannot have our son
come home in a flag-draped coffin.

John?

Tessa'?

I'm sorry...

Jesus.

Tessa...

Straighten yourself.

Come on, take my arm, try to stand.

All right. Just stay, stay there.

For God's sake.
God! What were you thinking?

Here. Drink... No, don't.

Just put your dress back on, Tessa.

Tessa, stop it.

- Don't you want to touch me?
- What're you doing?

Touch my pussy. Lick my breasts.

Jesus. Oh, God.

Come on.

Do not move.

John. John?

Tessa is,

- unfortunately, drunk.
- Okay.

It's not okay. It will be, she'll
sleep it off, but you need to know...

- I don't want to talk about it.
- What you want isn't the issue.

What I'm saying is she made the mistake.

And I don't want to talk about it.
I just said!

So shut up about it!

Did you just tell me to shut up?

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

Just go do your work, you fucker!

You never kiss Mommy,
and then you kiss Tessa.

Why would you even
do that, you freak!

No, John! John! Come here.

John!

John.

John.

No! No!

Say you're sorry, you little shit.

Say it!

I'll never say sorry to you. Ever!

You're grounded.

Sorry I'm so late.
I took a drive to clear my head.

It's been...

You put the kids to bed?

John an hour ago.

Tessa just now.

You put Tessa to bed?

She passed out, essentially.

She got into the liquor cabinet,
drank herself into a state.

I cleaned her up so her
mother wouldn't see her like that.

God, it's as if hell has
been unleashed today.

Believe me, they were the
least of my problems this evening.

I'm going to drive home early tomorrow.

Get Little, Brown on the phone,
order more galley copies.

When they come in,
I'd like you to read the book.

Give me your honest opinion.

If it seems in good shape,

maybe we should have
a press conference.

Trust that our work can
finally speak for itself.

All right. I'll read the book.

Henry?

Did the doctor say he'll be okay?

Yes, Henry's going to be fine.

So fine, in fact, that he's in town,
celebrating with Tammy.

Tina.

Whatever her name is, she has a baby.

Do you want to come in?

What are they celebrating?

That is...

That's a story
that can wait till morning.

At least your children are safe.

My children.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Lib,
I know that your kids are not

what's on your mind at the moment.

Actually, my children are
very much on my mind.

I've spent a lot of time
this past year

medicating myself
so that I wouldn't feel.

But the strange thing is,
I never sleep.

I feel like I haven't slept forever.

Maybe you are depressed.

I have thought a lot
about my marriage,

and I realise that
I don't need Bill to be all things.

I don't even need him
to be most things...

- We don't have to...
- No, I have to say this because...

Because, well...

I think that a heart

can only be broken
so many times, and then it's done.

And...

I think that I'm done.

And I'm okay with that. I am.

As long as my home
and my family stay intact.

I need that, for my children's sake.

And I see the way that
you struggle with Henry and Tessa.

Time spent away
from them on weekends,

and vacations split,
belongings in two houses,

and I know from living a childhood
like that myself,

that while it may make you stronger,

it also makes you sad.

I want to spare my children
a life of upheaval and pain.

I know you can appreciate that.

We understand each other, Gin.

In fact, sometimes I think
we understand each other

better than either of us
understands Bill.

Your home is safe.

Of course it is, Libby.

I always wondered
what it felt like with you.

We took a risk,
asking you here today.

Some would say a calculated risk,

others would say
an unnecessary risk.

But regardless of what you print
when you walk out that door,

we stand by our work.

We know the fear that
surrounds the subject of sex.

All of you in this room suffer it.

The legacy of many generations.

It affects us all in ways that we are
only beginning to understand.

But it wasn't always this way.

Before the Industrial Revolution,
people lived on farms,

and Mom would take Pop's
lunch out to the field,

and they would eat
and then do something else,

right there under a shade tree.

In that world, sex was a given.

It was valued, enjoyed, even if
it wasn't understood scientifically.

We believe our book,
Human Sexual Response,

will reacquaint all of us
with our natural selves,

free of fear,
but also full of understanding.

We thank you for coming here today,

and we appreciate
your interest in our book.

- If I may...
- Really, Mr Buckland?

Why ask for the floor now when you've hijacked
it so unapologetically all afternoon?

I may have abused

more than my fair share
of time today, Dr Masters,

because I believe your book
deserves such scrutiny,

deserves an honest evaluation
as to the impact

of such material societally,

not just the immense scientific value

it provides to the medical community.

Because the contribution is immense.

I mean, this study sheds light on an area

that has, up until now,
been the dark side of the moon.

And if we view the sexual union
as so sacrosanct

that it cannot be open to question,

we should remember a similar
view was taken regarding the stars

in Galileo's day.

And I think we can safely say Galileo
had the last laugh on that one.

You're pregnant.