Masters of Sex (2013–2016): Season 3, Episode 2 - Three's a Crowd - full transcript

Previously on Masters Of Sex...

I think this is a Trojan horse.

I think you've released
this material

to piggyback on the so-called
sexual revolution.

Mr. Buckland,
we are the sexual revolution.

Ready, Mrs. Masters?

There's no way
that great Bill Masters

is going to admit
he's shooting blanks.

No,
you cannot do that at school.

You know that, right?

Yeah.



I want you to talk to Tessa.

She won't listen
to a word I say.

The sergeant and I
have discussed this,

and I want to do this now.

Uh, you want to...?

To enlist.

You forgot to mention it to me?

Gin,
I didn't think he meant it.

If they had their mother
around them more,

If we meet him halfway
on this, we can reason with him.

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.



You're not exactly yourself.

I think my children
deserve better

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

Serax?
For, uh, depression?

I've thought a lot
about my marriage.

I don't need Bill
to be all things

as long as my home
and my family stays intact.

Your home is safe.

We do understand
each other, Gin.

You're pregnant.

Is it true?
Am I right?

- I need to hear you say it.
- Bill.

- Please.
- I'm pregnant.

- Jesus.
- I know.

Jesus, Virginia.
What is it?

It's very unfortunate.

- You think so?
- Don't you?

Of course I think so.
I mean, the timing, the book.

We're right on the cusp,
Virginia.

I realize that.

It's also...

What?

...impossible, given...

It's George's.

George's?

Yes.

George Johnson?

Yes, Bill.

We had a moment up at the lake.

A moment?

We were both terribly upset

about Henry enlisting,
and we just--

You just...?

Yes. We just.

Once.
It happened once.

You're having a baby
with your ex-husband.

- No.
- You just said--

I said that I was pregnant.

I did not say
I was having a baby.

I see.

A-and yet...

I was waiting...

Un-- until this was done.

I-I didn't want to be
incapacitated for this.

And I-- I guess I was hoping

that maybe the problem
would take care of itself.

But it hasn't, so I will.

The alternative is...

it's ludicrous.

I mean, given everything,
could you even imagine?

No.

And you're all right?

N-nauseated, clearly.

All right with...?

Of course.

Of course I am.
You don't have to worry.

I've already made
an appointment.

Where? Because there's
only one place, one doctor--

Dr. Ennis.

Yes.

I'm seeing him
the day after tomorrow.

And that'll be that.

Should I be worried?

You haven't even
taken off your coat.

Did I wake you?

No, no.
I was waiting up.

I wanted to hear how it went.

Oh, I told you on the phone.

Well. It went well.

Yes, but your voice
sounded funny.

Strained.

I-I thought maybe
you were waiting

to deliver the bad news
in person.

There's no--
there's no bad news.

The press was very positive.

So you're celebrating.

I am.

Hooray.

Well,
that's... Wonderful, Bill.

What a triumph.

I know how anxious you've been.

M-maybe now you can breathe
a little easier.

I intend to.

Enjoy the fruits of your labors,

take a break from all those late
nights burning the midnight oil.

Spend some time with the kids.

Of course.

Howie's over his cold.

I meant to ask.

Johnny made $3

helping the couple next door
hang wallpaper.

They're very nice, the Edleys.

He's a-a big guy,
a former football player.

Maybe he could help you
clean the rain gutters.

I thought you were
calling a service.

Yes, well...

You should see how they've
cleaned up the place.

Well...
You will.

They've invited us to dinner.

Lib, please. You know
I'm not one for socializing.

But I am.

And it would be really nice
to have some new friends.

To have friends, period.

We have friends.

We have Virginia.

She's... lovely,
but it's not enough.

It's not enough for me.

They asked Johnny
if I was a single mother.

Can you imagine?

Moved in a week ago,

and they haven't seen you
coming or going,

so we are going to remedy that,

you and I.

I'm making pigs in blankets.

Take off your coat, Bill.
Welcome home.

Keys, please.

Wasn't that the deal?

I don't go into your purse,
you don't go into mine.

Y-you can't have
the car today, Tessa.

No. Remember, Susan,
Nina, and I are going downtown

after school today to line up
for Bob Dylan tickets.

So I'll drop you at the office

and pick you up
when you're done.

I'm not going in this morning.

Then why do you need the car?

Because I have an appointment.

With a-a travel agent.

Bill and I have
a lot of trips planned

in connection with the book, and
so I'm-- I'm interviewing

a travel agent who will make
those accommodations for us

- from now on.
- So I'll drive you.

I don't know how long
it's going to take.

So then I'll drop you and
you'll take a cab to the office.

I may not go into the office.

So then you'll take a cab home.

Tessa...

Why can't you just ask one
of your friends to drive you?

No, I can't, because I said
you said I could have the car.

You promised me, and--

No, I did not promise.

I said "We'll see."

"We'll see" is not a no.

Tessa, come on.

If you meant "No,"
you should have said "No"

because all that
"We'll see" does

is make me think it's possible,

and then I end up ruining
things,

not just for myself,
but for my friends,

when really you have
no intention of saying "Yes."

Fine. Then next time, I'll
just say "No" from the beginning.

So what,
now I can never have the car?

Tessa,
what do you want from me?

I just want you to be aware
of all the things you ruin for me

because you don't remember,

or because you promise
and then change or your mind,

or because you think
what's going on with you

is more important
than what's going on with me.

You have no idea what
is going on with me, Tessa!

I know you're planning
business trips that'll take you away

that'll leave me to fend for
myself, which I'm fine to do

as long as you don't make it
impossible for me to do things

like go to a Bob Dylan concert,

which is a small reward
for piratically raising myself!

I'm-- I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said that.

I'm sorry, too, about the car.

So you'll reschedule
with the travel-agent person?

No, Tessa, I will not.

God, mom!

You're the worst mom ever,
you know that?

And I'm not the only one
who thinks so.

Whatever that call was, it
put you 20 minutes behind schedule.

You had the Volgers at 9:30,

which means I had to push
the McCormicks to 11:00.

The McCormicks.
Uh, dyspareunia?

No, that's the McClintocks.

The McCormicks are
impotence after penile trauma.

And little brown wants to get
the two of you on the horn

this morning
to do a quick postmortem

after the press conference,
but Virginia isn't in yet.

I'll handle it.
Virginia's out today.

In fact,
she may be out all week.

Oh. Is she sick?

Next month-- what
do we have the second Friday?

Uh, that is the 12th,

and the Levanders are coming in
from Phoenix for a follow-up.

Move them to the following week.

Well, if I recall,
Mr. Levander

was already gonna be here
that week on--

Reschedule it, Betty.

Block off that entire morning.

No patients, no pharma salesmen,
no window washers.

What's going on?

Remind Lester
to wear a tie that day.

And you might
want to dig something

out of the back of your closet
that goes below the knee.

Mrs. Johnson?

Mrs. Johnson?

Oh, yes. Sorry.

The doctor's ready for you.

First, I'm going to
insert the speculum.

Nurse.

And then you're gonna feel
a slight pinch.

That's the anesthetic.

It's gonna numb you right up.

Give it a second
to start working.

Deep breaths.

Okay, tell me.

Can you feel this?

This?

And this?

I don't feel anything.

The elevators are
to remain out of operation

for the rest of the afternoon.

The door on the stairwell will
be locked from both sides.

Now, this is the only point
of entry, correct?

As far as I'm aware.

Yes. Yes, it is.

And all staff members
are accounted for?

Everybody's here.

We'll need to ask that
no one enter or exit the office

for the length
of the appointment.

And the blinds should be drawn
in every room.

I'll make sure
that's taken care of right away.

Thank you.

And what's in here?

That's the lab.

What is that?

It's, uh... That's a dildo.

What are we supposed to
do when they get here--

bow or curtsy?

Oh, I have-- I have no idea.

Dr. Masters.

A pleasure.

The pleasure is ours, sir.

Please.

May I introduce my associate.

So nice to meet you,
Your Majesty.

Your Highness?

I'm so-- I'm so sorry.

I have no idea what to call you.

Your grateful servant.

Of course,
there was no reason to think

that it wouldn't happen
right away.

My husband and I
are both very healthy,

and my cycles are quite regular.

But after three years
of trying, we became concerned.

St. Louis
is a long way to travel.

Surely there are other fertility
specialists closer to home.

Mm, we've seen them all.

They tell us
the problem is mine--

a low sperm count.

Did they suggest a treatment?

It has been difficult
to find a doctor

who would share anything more
than his advice.

None of them wanted to risk
damaging his reputation

should the treatment
not be successful.

The stakes are very high.

Not just for ourselves.

The laws of succession
in my country

require our union
to produce an heir.

The next Shah of Iran.

It is a tall order, Doctor.

Well, I'll do everything
in my power to facilitate it.

And I can tell you
that Dr. Masters

has had tremendous success
with his capping procedure.

Which is where we'll start.

Capping tends to be quite
effective in cases like yours.

I will have
the exam room readied.

May I ask--

Was this kind of intervention
necessary in your case?

My case?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have assumed--

No, I-- I didn't
think that I was showing.

Only in the way a woman
hoping for a child can see.

You put your hand
on your stomach

when Dr. Masters was speaking?

The baby was kicking his?

I don't know.
I was paying attention--

Oh, but you must.
May I?

I don't mean to be forward,

but maybe your good fortune
will rub off on me.

Let's hope.

Bill?
She's one patient.

And her antenna was up.

A few days ago, I heard Betty
ask if you were eating for two.

That's an express--

I asked her if I could finish
her coleslaw.

She was joking.

Lester told me

he had to send back a woman's
lab coat in size medium.

He assumed the company
sent it in error.

Since when
does he open the mail?

Virginia, it's time
for you to go.

I really think that I
can manage a little while longer.

We can squeeze in a few
interviews before the book.

All it takes is for
one journalist to notice.

I'll wear clothing
that's more forgiving,

or I'll sit behind a
table the entire time.

We can't take that risk.

- You know that.
- Yes, but--

If something's gonna
raise people's hackles,

it's got to be the content of the work,

not the morality of its researchers.

A pregnant, unwed woman

cannot be the standard-bearer
for the cause of--

Cause of sexual enlightenment.

Yes, Bill. I realize that. You
have made that very clear.

I'm not the one who got
us into this situation, Virginia.

You did the second you got
up off Frank Ennis' table

and walked out...

The time's come.

You need to take a leave of absence.

Or...

Uh...

I know. I could just marry George.

Really, Virginia?

One mistake with him
wasn't enough for you?

Now, I've spoken with Christine Wesh.

Sorry, who?

She's a gynecologist,

an excellent clinician, a real go-getter.

And she's agreed to relocate
temporarily to St. Louis.

Wait, you spoke
to her without me?

Virginia, you proposed
Betty take over for you.

Betty.

It didn't seem to me like you were willing

to contemplate a serious replacement,

which is what we need, what I need.

If I'm gonna maintain the practice,

grow the clinic, represent the
book when it's published,

I need a competent woman at my side

to counteract the perception
that I'm a pervert.

Look, the understanding
that I have with her

is that the second you're ready
to come back after the birth--

And you didn't think
that this was a decision

that we should make together?

I certainly wasn't consulted

in all the decisions that
you made that affect me.

This book is the culmination
of 12 years' work,

and I'm not gonna let your
impulsivity put it in jeopardy.

This was not an impulse.

Really? You and
George planned this, huh?

Conceiving the
baby was a mistake.

Keeping it was a deliberate decision.

I let my kids slip through
my fingers five years ago,

the day that I agreed to
let them live with George.

And there is nothing I
have ever done in my life

that I regret more than that.

I look back, I still don't even
understand how it happened.

Do you, Bill?

Can you tell me all the
things that had to go wrong

in order for me to lose my kids?

Well, I won't lose this one.

You think I'm putting my
needs ahead of our needs?

Well, I am for once.

And if that makes you
question my commitment

to everything that we have
worked so hard to build...

then be that as it may.

And I hope that she works
out for you, this Dr. Wesh.

You knew this day
was coming, Virginia.

Yes.

But I also learned from you

that there is no need to
face unpleasantness today

when it can be put off until tomorrow.

Oh, you learned that from me?

When do you intend to
mention my situation to Libby, Bill?

I know! Completely
out of the blue.

You'd think, working
side by side every day,

she'd find an opportunity
to tell me sooner.

But, uh...

Any better?

Looking back now, I missed all the signs--

irritability, fatigue.

She got sick twice at the office.

Uh, but I-I chalked it
up to the egg salad,

which I've always maintained
they don't properly refrigerate.

And George!

Christ.

That-- that weekend at the lake.

I had no idea. Did you?

Their relationship seemed so--

well, I mean, "perfunctory"
is not right word.

But, uh, they certainly
didn't seem to have

any love lost between them.

How about now?

Maybe he's not the father.

Oh, I'm certain he is.

How can you be certain?

You weren't there, were you?

I'm sure Virginia's been
with other men since then.

She's not really one to
sit home alone, is she?

Well, there's no polite
way to inquire, is there?

When a woman tells you news like this,

I mean, you just take her at her word.

Yeah.

I always assumed Virginia
was a woman of her word.

So, what happens now?

Now? Well, we call a repairman.

With Virginia. When is she due?

Right around the release
of the book, unfortunately.

And how do you intend
to explain her condition?

I don't.

No, she's gonna take a leave of absence,

staring immediately.

And then she can return
once the baby's born.

So until then, what,
she's-- she'll just be at home?

Yes.

Keeping a low profile.

Essentially.

And emerge in
five months with a baby.

That's right, yeah.

I'm going to try

to stay out of sight as much as possible.

Really? You're never gonna
leave the house for five months?

Because all it takes is
for one person to see you

and leap to the conclusion--

That I'm a wayward woman?

Well, I'm afraid that's just something

I'm going to have to live with.

Do you think you're gonna
be alone in that judgment?

That no one else is implicated
in this folly of yours?

It's George's baby, Libby.

Well, yes, of course it is.
I am quite certain.

I am also quite certain that I
will be alone in thinking that.

Well, it'll have his name.
I'm still a Johnson.

With no ring on
your finger, Virginia.

Without a husband in sight.

- Except for mine, that is.
- Libby?

I want to know what the plan is.

What is the plan, the plan to
prevent people from thinking--

Totally erroneously.

What difference
does that make, Virginia,

when there is nothing to say otherwise!

People are gonna give me looks.

Their heads tipped to the side,

sorry for me, sorry for my children.

"Oh, you poor thing," they will say.

Well, I will not have it.

Then tell them to go to hell.

They are not the ones
I would want to say that to.

Look, Libby,

this is not something that I did to you.

This has nothing to do with you or Bill.

And yes, you're right.

The truth of the matter will not
prevent tongues from wagging,

but at a time where Bill and I are poised

to be the center of attention,
I'm going into hiding.

That is the concession that
I am making to idle gossip.

Don't make that
out to be a sacrifice.

You made a choice.

Yes, and it was mine to make!

And you're choosing to
have it implicate you,

which it does not at all.

- You know the truth.
- And Bill?

Bill knows it too.
How could he not?

I will tell you how.
Bill is a magical thinker.

Bill can will anything into existence.

If Bill wants to believe
something, he will find a way.

This is the last thing
that Bill wants responsibility for.

As far as he's concerned,

this is a nuisance, an inconvenience.

And something that his
partner has done without him.

You two have collaborated
on everything else.

I suspect, on a subconscious level,

that he'll want to consider
this a joint effort, too.

And with that comes a sense of obligation,

an obligation that might distract him

from the ones he already has.

What do you
want me to do, Libby?

I don't know!

Something!

Tessa!

I made eggs!

No time.

Well, you have to eat something.

No, something substantial.

Before you were home all day

pretending you weren't actually working,

you didn't seem to care what I was eating.

That's Carrie. I got to go.

Wait, isn't she the one

who crashed her mother's station wagon?

Well, her brother
went off to college,

so she's using his car now.

No, Tessa.

Tessa, I don't want you
driving with that girl.

You know what, mom?

You're the last person who gets
to lecture me on anything.

Never met a king before.

I went to grade school with
a kid named Harvey King.

He wasn't actually a king.

Just his name, obviously.

Do you have a scepter?

Uh, not with me.

Right.

How about a crown?

It's, uh, ceremonial.

That still counts, huh?

Is Mrs. Johnson coming?

Dr. Wesh will
be assisting us today.

This is my third
capping in three months.

Oh, it's not unusual
for patients to require

more than one capping before
the procedure is successful.

And if it is not... successful?

W-what then?

Well, uh, first
we'd have to determine

whether lowered sperm
count is the only factor

that's preventing the pregnancy.

That would require a laparotomy.

Surgery.

An incision into the abdomen
that allows us to see

if there's any damage to
the ovaries or the uterus.

What kind of damage?

There could be
scarring, uh, polyps, fibroids.

There could
also be endometriosis.

A simple overgrowth in the uterine lining.

It's actually quite common.

Some studies put the
number of women affected

at upwards of 10%.

Well, if it was
a case of endometriosis,

I'd expect to see menstrual irregularity.

And I've seen some patients
that are completely asymptomatic.

That depends on the
severity of the disease.

Yes, exactly.

Betty asked me to tell you
that Harry Vetters is here.

Thank you.

I wasn't sure

if I overstepped myself
just now it the exam room.

You gave me a look.

I wasn't quite sure how to
interpret it, I'm afraid.

Did I do something wrong?

Uh, I'm-- I'm just not
used to having someone chime in

when I'm speaking to a patient.

I assumed, when
you asked me to join you,

that you expected me to participate.

After all, didn't Virginia--

"Mrs. Johnson"...

uh, is there to offer support to patients,

not to dispense medical
information during exams.

In my interview, you
described the, uh-- the give and take

that you have with Mrs. Johnson,

how sometimes she jumps in,

articulates something that you can't, or--

Yeah, well, that is a dynamic

that, uh, we've been able
to cultivate over years.

I don't expect the same thing to happen

with someone with whom
I've worked for a month.

I am relieved
to hear you say that,

and I am fully prepared
to follow your lead.

So, for starters, perhaps you can tell me

what sort of latitude I
have with this reporter?

The one from the Times who's
waiting in the conference room?

None whatsoever.

Why-- why would you need
to speak to him at all?

I assumed--

I've studied the book. I'm
well-versed in the research.

Isn't that the point-- for me
to stand in for Mrs. Johnson,

to offer you a female counterpoint?

Dr. Wesh, I-I don't--

I don't know what led you to believe

that I am... not able to, uh, function

without Mrs. Johnson by my side,

that on my own, I am incapable
of articulating a point of view

about my life's work.

I'll-- I'll handle this alone.

To the accusation that,

by providing women with a
guidebook to their own pleasure,

you're encouraging female
promiscuity, you say what?

I say, what do
you mean by promiscuity?

I mean the pursuit
of sexual fulfillment

for its own sake, simply to
satisfy a physical urge.

We satisfy physical
urges all the time, Mr. Vetters.

Every day-- hunger, thirst, fatigue.

We don't have pejorative
associations with those urges.

Sexual satiation is an urge

every bit as instinctive
as the urge to sleep.

Well, sleep doesn't
have the potential

to be the ruination of our moral code.

So in other words, procreation

is the only acceptable
goal of sexual activity?

I believe that way
of thinking is outdated.

So sex as a means of, uh,

strengthening a human
connection is passé?

Not at all. We encourage it.

What we discourage is this
idea that sexual fulfillment

can only occur in a
traditional, singular context.

Uh, I'm sorry.

Can you explain in layman's terms,

something our readers will understand?

- Layman's terms.
- Uh-huh.

Um... Let's see.

Well, uh, say, for example,

there's a woman who
adequately serves three men--

three different men-- sexually.

- Uh...
- And enjoys them all.

"Serves three men," you said?

Yes, three men.

A woman who gives as good as she gets.

I believe that woman...

Uh, uh, uh, I'm sorry.
Um, "Gives as good as she gets."

Yes, I believe
that woman is more honest

than the, uh, faithful
wife in her own bedroom

who serves one man whilst
thinking of another.

There's-- there's physical promiscuity,

and there's mental
promiscuity, Mr. Vetters.

And I believe that the
hypocrisy of the latter

presents a far greater
danger to our society.

Huh.

That's, um... yeah.

That-- that may not have
come out the way I intended.

- What I meant to say--
- One second.

I-I-I want to get this down.

Tess?

Bill!

Oh, good. I was just going to call you.

I was sitting here, going over everything.

You know what occurred to me?
We need a glossary.

Get your coat.

I don't know what she
told you, pal, but I sure as hell

didn't have to force
myself on her that night.

He knows that, George.

Then what the
fuck is he doing here?

Sit down.

Please.

Please.

Now...

- Bill is here in case--
- Is case what?

In case you didn't understand

that this is not a traditional
marriage she's proposing.

It's simply an arrangement to
give your child legitimacy.

Yeah, but it's not
just about the child, is it?

It's about legitimizing your
partnership, too, right?

How are you gonna spin this so
that it's in my best interests

to have a sham marriage?

Well, Virginia is on the verge

of establishing herself as a
groundbreaking researcher.

And that is a legacy

worth protecting for the
sake of your children.

- Don't you think?
- So they can grow up

to appreciate their mother's famous

and their father's a chump?

Look, I...

There's another option here
staring us in the face.

You and me get married for real.

George, come on.

I think Virginia
made herself clear.

Buddy, I'm not talking to you.

Why can't we make a go of it, Gin?

I mean, we loved each other once.

We can do it again.
We're smarter now.

We know what potholes to avoid.

It's all
potholes with us, George.

There is not enough flat
road to build a life on.

We have hurt each other too much.

We made each other feel
pretty good up at the lake.

No. That was comfort.

- That was not love.
- So?

- It's a place to start.
- No.

No, I can't.

Because of this guy?

No, because of me.

So, um, I'm good enough
to fuck, but not to marry.

Jesus, I just sound like a--
like a mistress, don't I?

Don't I, Gini?

Well, uh, I can't help you with this.

I'm sorry.
This your problem, not mine.

Oh, you think there
are no consequences for you

if this book fails?

You can barely
pay your bar tab, George.

And that's with Virginia
covering your rent.

And if I'm
unemployed-- unemployable--

then how are we ever gonna
put to Tessa to college,

let alone keep a baby
in diapers and formula?

Oh, and your doctor boyfriend here

is gonna let your kids become paupers?

His career is on the line, too.

I don't give a rat's
ass about his career.

I care about us, about
you and me and the kids.

Well, if that were true,

then you never would have
forced me to give up custody.

Well, this is
a way of getting it--

of getting it back, all of
us together under one roof.

It's too late.
The damage has been done,

and that is a very, very
deep "pothole," George.

It's just your name
on a piece of paper, George.

That's all she's asking.

Sounds to me like you're
the one doing the asking.

No. I'm the one who's gonna
write you a very large check.

Scalpel.

I'm making the incision.

There was distal blockage
on both fallopian tubes.

Yes.

Even if we,
uh, undid the blockage

and removed the adhesions, it
wouldn't make a difference.

The tubes have already
been permanently damaged.

There is nothing
more that can be done?

I'm so sorry.

Does my husband know?

He's asked for you.

Shall I, uh--

No.

Please... I need a minute.

Of course. Take
as much time as you need.

If I could, I would take forever.

The second I leave here,
everything will change.

He will take another wife.

And he will say, as you heard him,

that it is merely a transaction,
that it is a necessity.

You don't believe that?

I believe that he believes it.

But that is different than it being true.

My husband thinks that
he can conceive a child

with another woman and
withhold a part of his heart

because he's saving it for me.

I love him because he thinks he can.

And I love him knowing that he can't.

Oh, we must seem so exotic to you,

with our bloodlines and our harems.

These are not your problems.

My problems?

American problems.

You think people in this country

don't marry for reasons other than love?

There are marriages of convenience here.

Sometimes they work. They can work.

But among three people, Doctor?

It is an untenable
number, isn't it, three?

Solid in architecture.

Imagine a pyramid or a ziggurat.

But in love, it is a
triangle turned upside down,

balancing on a single point for
only a fraction of a second

before it falls on its side,

and the side that it falls on is
the one weighted with the child.

It is a bond that two people
share stronger than anything.

Well, perhaps you
imagine it in such a way

because it's something

that you've tried so hard to make happen.

I haven't found, uh, parenting

to be the connection
that trumps all others.

What is, then?

Desire.

Of course.

You are a man.

And, uh, respect.

A sense that your partner
is truly your other half.

You have that?

Yes.

But also children.

Three of them.

I asked Mrs. Johnson.

So you see, it is you who
cannot imagine it any different

because you have it all.

And I do not have enough,
certainly not enough to stay.

So, y-you're leaving him?

I have to...

because I will see him loving a child

that another woman gave him.

And I will know that it will never again

be the same between us.

If I never loved him, I could manage.

But after knowing what it is to be loved

so... completely by this man...

I could never settle
for anything less...

than everything.

I don't know what to say.

It's a lovely offer,

but George and I are just going
to go down to the courthouse.

Well, I'd keep it
very simple, very small.

Just the two of you and--
and Tessa, of course.

No, not "of course."

Tessa is not having any of it.

I can't say I blame her.

Perhaps if I talked to her.

Let her know how nice it would be

for the two of you to have her there.

Libby, we're not
getting "married" married.

Tessa knows that. We're
just making things legal.

And I appreciate that.

Don't you want to make some
memories for the baby?

Take some pictures of the
two of you saying your vows

so he knows what his parents
looked like on their wedding day?

I'll be eight months
pregnant in those pictures.

I think that'll pretty much
tell him the whole story.

Don't you think it's worth trying?

You mean, making
more of an effort to pretend?

No. Trying to
love each other again.

You sound just like George.

So George wants it to work.

Then why?
Why-- why are you holding out?

I can't believe
you're really asking that.

You know why.

It's your shoulder I've cried
on time and time again.

You can't possibly think that
there's anything between us.

There was once.

At the lake?

No, I mean long before.

You had a life.

You-- It was good before
it was bad, wasn't it?

You have two great kids together.

Libby.

No, I know it's
not a storybook romance.

But it could work.

Don't you want to give
your kids a real family?

Two parents under the same roof,

having dinner every single night?

I know I want that for my kids.

And if you had it, too,

then... wouldn't that
just solve everything?

You're in a good mood.

They both make you
look very, very pregnant.

Dearly beloved, we
are gathered together here

in the presence of God and
in the face of this company

to join together this man and
this woman in holy matrimony.

"All property now
owned or later acquired

by either party shall remain

and be their discrete
and separate property."

It is not by any to be
entered into unadvisedly or lightly,

but reverently, discreetly, and solemnly.

"Mr. Johnson
consents to Mrs. Johnson

retaining primary custody of any child

that results from the marriage
and agrees not to challenge

nor seek to amend such an arrangement."

If any person
can show just cause

why they may not be joined together,

let them speak now or
forever hold their peace.

"The parties hereby acknowledge

they are entering into the marriage

with no expectations of cohabitation,

no expectations of marital relations,

no expectations of
faithfulness or celibacy."

Will you love him, comfort him,

honor and keep him in
sickness and in health?

"Until such time as
the marriage is dissolved."

I now pronounce
you husband and wife.

Sign here and here.

You may kiss the bride.

The minister just left.

You can take that tie off.

You want to know what's ironic?

Audrey and I split up over having kids.

She wanted one of her own.

I said two was enough for me.

I was done.

You could have had more.

You're good with kids.

Just not so good
with wives, apparently.

You'll find someone, George.

Another irony.

My bride on our wedding day

encouraging me that there
are other fish in the sea.

Do you want this?

Sure.

Wait.

A toast.

What should we toast?

To the baby.

To a healthy baby.

Look.

And to love.

To the love that made her.

There was love that night, Gin.

Tell me there wasn't.

I was a wreck, George.

Only at first.

It was good, Gin.

You can't have sex like that

without feeling something
deeper for the person.

Actually, you can.

Sometimes the body just takes over.

A phenomenon you've
documented, no doubt.

You ever wonder if th--
if this work has ruined you?

It has certainly
lined your pockets, mister.

I'm not saying--
Okay, yes.

It has made you someone you
have always wanted to be.

But it has ruined you, too.

How could it not?

You look at people having sex all day.

You-- you study how their
parts fit together.

That is not all we do.

The girl I married was a romantic.

She stuffed love notes in my pockets.

She...

On our anniversary,

she made us get in the
shower with our clothes on

to re-create our first kiss...

on that rainy street corner in Chicago.

What happened that to girl?

She grew up.

Grew up to plan a divorce
the morning of her wedding,

to have a lover whose
wife hosts the ceremony.

What's sacred to you, Gin?

This was sacred once.

This ring once meant that
we would love each other

until they put us in the ground.

And now it means that no
one can ask any questions.

I believe in love.

What do you believe in?

Our work has been seen by some

as an attempt to weaken the
institution of marriage.

As anyone who
knows us can tell you,

nothing could be further from the truth.

Successful marriage
demands successful communication,

a relationship of honesty and openness

between husband and wife.

Any day now.

The most basic, the most
necessary form of communication

in any marriage is sex.

Sexual inadequacy is now
the number-one cause of divorce.

That, to us, is unacceptable.

The primary focus of our work

is not simply the
physiological study of sex...

If it's a boy, Scott.

And if it's a girl, uh, Lisa.

- Geez.
- To the contrary,

the goal of our work has
always been to help couples

develop a meaningful and
mutual sexual relationship.

We believe that to be the basis

of every healthy and happy marriage.

So, in that light,
I would like to raise my glass

to the two people without
whom this book, our work,

would be impossible.

To our spouses,
Libby Masters and George Johnson.

To you.

...and safeguard the monarchy,

I was given no choice but to
part with my dear spouse,

the princess.

The country may heal from the
loss of this magnificent woman.

But I shall not.

Vir-- Virginia?

Ohh.

They told me to walk, so I'm walking.

Well, right now, I'm
leaning, but I was walking.

I'm sorry. There was traffic.

Oh, I didn't mean
for you to come, Bill.

The-- the spotting just frightened me.

It's perfectly normal.

I know, but I
just didn't remember

the bleeding from the times before.

Heck, I don't remember anything
from the times before.

I do know that, if a newborn cries,

it's supposed to be one
of five things, right.

Hunger, wetness, pain, fatigue,
and I just-- I can't remember.

I can't remember what the fifth thing is.

- Gas.
- Gas!

Gas.

It'll come back to you.
Just like riding a bike.

I don't know how to ride a bike.

You don't know
how to ride a bike?

- No.
- Really?

I didn't know that.

Why would you know that?

Well, I thought I
knew most things about you.

That's a pretty big thing not to know.

Okay, let's get you back to bed.

Breathe. Try to breathe.

I am!

No, you're holding--
No, no.

The most important thing is not--

Don't-- don't bear down.

I'm trying not to.

Distract me.

What?

Distract me!
Tell me something.

Uh, okay.

Uh, you know,
Lester says the Riordan's on 7th

has the book in the window.

Apparently there's a whole display.

Perhaps we could, uh-- perhaps
we could do a signing there.

I mean, not right away, of course,

but, uh, when you're feeling up to it.

Something else!

Uh, something else.

Uh, uh, well, it occurred
to me on the way over

that maybe finally we've
amassed enough data

to be able to publish an article
about performance anxiety.

Bill! For Christ's sake!

Oh, God!

Uh...

♪ oh, Danny boy, the pipes,
the pipes are calling ♪

♪ from Glen to Glen and
down the mountainside ♪

♪ the summer's gone and all
the flowers are dying ♪

♪ 'tis you, 'tis you must
go and I must bide ♪

♪ oh, Danny boy ♪

It stopped! It stopped!
It-- it stopped.

Please stop. You can stop.

Lay back for now.

Okay, that's it.

That's it. In you go.

That's it. That's it.

You didn't know that I
could sing, did you?

So, now we're even.

Uh, how far apart are they?

Oh...

The last one was about five minutes ago.

Five minutes?

What, and they haven't started sedation?

I'm getting a nurse.

No. I want to be awake for it.

Are you sure?

Dr. Handleman said it's fine.

More and more women are doing it.

Oh, yes, but I wouldn't recommend

you put yourself through that.

You found your spotting alarming.

The amount of blood from a vaginal birth

can be, well, prodigious.

And if there complications,
you don't want to be privy

to the conversations that
go on in the delivery room.

It can be distressing.

They put me
under for the first two.

And I always felt
like I missed something.

One minute, you're reading a magazine,

and the next, you wake up to this--

this creature...

swaddled and shiny clean.

They were-- they were so beautiful.

I always felt like they were presents

somebody else had picked out
for me when I wasn't around.

I wasn't around.

The truth is, I wasn't
there, even when I was.

I thought this was my chance,
Bill, to do things different,

but what's changed?

I'm the same person that I was always was.

What made me think that I could do it?

You might surprise yourself.

You might, uh-- might find
yourself capable of things

that you didn't know were possible.

Look at my track record, Bill.

I've failed twice.

I obviously don't have what it takes,

the patience and the focus
and the selflessness.

I'm terrible at all of it.

Then please explain our
success, won't you?

Since, you know, that requires
every single one of those things

from you--
patience, focus, sacrifice.

You parented this book, Virginia.

You helped bring it into the world,

after the longest labor
in history, 10 years.

And now here it is.

Weight-- 1 pound, 14 ounces.

Length-- 384 pages.

Half you, half me.

Are you not hearing me?

That's the book, Bill.
That's the work.

That, I can do.
I'm good at that.

I'm talking about when I go home.

That's the problem, when I try
to focus on just being a mother.

You're a failure because
you care about other things?

No, because I care
about other things more.

What if that is just the
simple truth of it?

Hmm?

That I'm a woman

incapable of putting her
kids before her work?

Okay.

Okay, what if it is?

Then I need to try harder.

Yes, much harder.

I-I need to spend more time at home, Bill.

I need to leave work early.
I need to come in later.

I need to take all the qualities
that make me good at my job,

and I need to apply
them to being a mother.

I see.

So you think that's
what every child needs,

- a mother who's at home?
- Yes!

Well, I had a mother
at home all day, every day.

You too, yes?

Did that make you feel happy?
Loved?

Or oppressed by the attention?

Suffocated by their resentment

of being stuck doing the same
thing day in and day out.

Maybe if those women

had taken off their aprons
and ventured outside,

held their own against men,
felt their worth in the world,

and brought all that
home to their children,

maybe their kids wouldn't
have spent all that time

wanting to be free of them.

I don't know, Bill.

Perhaps it's your
ambivalence that's the problem,

t-t-that you-- you live in a
constant state of apology

to your children.

What if-- what if you showed this baby

that you were choosing
to pursue your passion,

not-- not over him, but for him.

You know, so that every single night,

you could bring him home
a piece of the world,

a world that you are working
to change for the better.

I mean...

after all, isn't that
the point of the book,

that we shine a light on--

on the infinite variations
of a single act?

You know, we were on to
something, Virginia,

something important.

Maybe there is more than just
one way to do most things,

including being a mother.

Maybe, years from now,
we'll look back on the ones

who gave up everything for their children,

and we will say,
"Oh, you poor things."

Look! Look at how much
more you could have been."

You...

You are leading the way
in so much, Virginia.

Why not this, too?

Bill.

Another?

Please get the nurse.

- Please.
- Okay.

- I think it's time.
- Yeah, yeah.

Excuse me.

Uh, I'm looking for Virginia Johnson.