Masters of Sex (2013–2016): Season 4, Episode 2 - Inventory - full transcript

Previously on
Masters Of Sex...

You admitted to deceiving
two people.

Me, in pretending to be
someone else,

and your lover's wife.

I never saw myself as a threat
to the man's wife.

Because?

Because I never wanted
to marry him.

Libby, we can't do this anymore.
This has to be over.

Because you envisioned a future
with Virginia?

Virginia, I love you.
I always have.

I'm leaving.



Are you afraid he's coming?
Or are you afraid he's not?

I'm taking your license
for three months.

You'll also complete
a mandatory AA program.

Like all things in life, you get
out of AA what you put in.

Well, if you're an alcoholic,
perhaps that's true.

Your dad, he's gonna stay
somewhere else for a while.

So you're getting divorced?

I have done my job, your job,
and Virginia's job.

I love you as much
as I always did.

You just don't want
to sleep with me.

Maybe you can just tell me
what's-- what's going on.

Shoes.

A monthly column in "Playboy"
about sex?

I will only publish
your column



if you'll remain
the Masters and Johnson team.

We have to hire new people.

New partners.

For both of us.

Masters Of Sex - 4x02
"Inventory"

Running late?

Tempus fugit.
To coin a phrase.

Come to bed, Bill.

All you have to do is crawl
back in.

You sleep here?

What-- what are you
doing here, John?

You get to work early,
so I figured you'd be here,

but I thought you lived
in a hotel.

Uh, I was paying $5 a night
for a...

...a bed when I have
a perfectly good one here.

What, uh, shouldn't you be
at school?

It doesn't start
until 8:00.

Uh, does your mother know
where you are?

I came here to tell you
I don't want to see you.

Neither does Jenny or Howie,
so stop bothering Mom about it.

What?

Why do you want to see us
anyway?

You don't like us.

John, that is completely untrue.

Uh, all I'm doing is trying
to come up with a--

a reasonable schedule

so you and I can have dinner
together a few nights a week.

Like Scott Cullins,
whose parents got divorced.

Now he has to go Thursdays to
his dad's crummy new apartment

to eat Chinese food
out of the box,

because his dad
doesn't even have plates.

I will have plates,
I can assure you.

You don't even have
a real bed.

I'm gonna find an apartment.

I just, uh, I just haven't
had the time, you know?

Hey, hey, uh, how--
how are you getting to school?

Let me take you.

In what?
You can't drive.

Mom told us
about your accident.

Uh, well, I-I can walk
with you--

With all the other parents
around,

who are completely
on Mom's side?

That would just be
the walk of shame.

Well, hey, but no,
John, wait, wait.

Uh, John.

Each one's
a different hotel, see?

Caesar's Palace,
and The Sands.

Sister Helen would put me
in detention

if I wore this to school.

And what's this?

Casino earrings to match?

No. Ace of Spade cuff links.
For Grandpa.

I meant to give them to him
when we dropped him off

at the airport.

Apparently,
Frank Sinatra

has the exact same pair.

You should've gotten Grandpa
combat pay.

Do you know that Lisa cried
six hours straight last week?

I mean, her face was red,
she was covered in drool.

It got so bad that
we had to call Libby.

Libby?

Was that really necessary?

Well, she came over
and in five minutes,

she got Lisa to stop crying.

Well, I heard that you were
a big help to Grandpa

while I was away.

Now that I'm back at work,
I am going to be relying

on you more to help
with chores, watch Lisa.

Won't Dan be able to help
with that?

Dan will be here as often
as he can, but unfortunately,

he is going to be stuck
in New York quite a bit.

You should know
that Dan called me last week.

To say good-bye.

Since the two of you
were breaking up.

Why would you lie to me
about that?

I wasn't lying.

I was waiting for the right time
to tell you.

That you never got married.

Because it's complicated,
and all I'm saying is

I would appreciate it if
we could keep this between us.

You want me to say
you and Dan are married?

For now. Because... well,
it's important for my work.

It protects me, okay?

If Bill thinks
that I'm married,

then it takes any complications
off the table.

So you don't want to have sex
with Uncle Bill anymore, either.

I don't need a lecture
from you, Tessa.

Especially about something that
you are too young to understand.

No, what you need, Mom,
is a shrink.

What-- what happened
to the cinnamon rolls?

That plate was full
20 minutes ago.

What do you want me to say?

I'm eating for two now.

You're not pregnant;
Helen is.

Yeah, but when she
isn't screaming at me,

she's puking her guts out.

We went in for a check-up,

Barton said he's never seen
nausea so bad,

so I have to, you know,
pick up the slack.

I'm not sure
that's how that works.

Lester, this is as close
as I'm gonna get

to being knocked up, so please,
do not ruin this for me.

Morning.

After a couple of weeks
out in Vegas,

I expect you to show up
with a suntan.

Well, we, uh, didn't leave
the hotel room much.

Oh. I suppose it's safer
to stay inside,

what with the H-bomb tests
and all.

Where's Bill?

Oh, he apparently followed
his son to school.

He mentioned something about
keeping a discreet distance,

like a geisha.

Now that we're done
catching up,

here are the calls
you've missed.

Some of them I told
you were on sabbatical,

some of them I told
you were on safari.

You'll have to sort them out
yourself.

Thank you, Betty.

I hope my being gone
wasn't too much trouble.

Also, Nancy's here to see you.

She's in the doc's office.

Pleasure to meet you.
Nancy Leveau.

Thank you for coming in.

So, what brings you
to the clinic, Mrs. Leveau?

Um, Dr. Leveau, actually.

I'm still getting used
to saying it myself.

I just finished my degree
in May.

And I've been interning
with Dr. Scully since then.

So he's the one who recommended
me to Dr. Masters.

For the position here.

As Dr. Masters' associate.

Dr. Masters hired you?

Oh, no.
Well, not yet.

He told me I'm meet with you
this morning,

and then the two of you
would discuss.

Unless, would you like to wait
for Dr. Masters and--

and the two of you
can interview me together.

Of course not.

That's why you're here.

So Dr. Masters and I
can divide and conquer.

Lester, you'll be seated here
across from Nancy.

Now, obviously this is a bit
unconventional,

but instead of me
interviewing you,

I would like you to interview
Lester and Betty.

I'm not sure I understand.

The intake interview is the
cornerstone of our treatment,

so this isn't a test.

Just curious, thank you,
to see the natural instincts

that you bring
to the work.

So, your patients here
have been married ten years,

and Lester has recently
begun suffering

from secondary impotence.

Again?

While Betty is unable
to accommodate

the girth
of her husband's penis.

Are we getting paid extra
for this?

You can being whenever
you're ready, Nancy.

And I'll try not to
interrupt you.

Why don't you start by telling
me about the problems--

I'm gonna have to stop you.
Sorry.

Uh, the word "problems"
implies a value judgment.

That you were telling them,
essentially,

that there's something
wrong with them.

Well, I-- well, they are here,
so...

A better choice would be
something more neutral,

like, "What types of issues
have you been dealing with?"

All right.

So then, Mrs...

- Whatever.
- Betty, participate.

McGillicuddy.

What kind of issues
have you been dealing with,

Mrs. McGillicuddy?

It doesn't fit.

Well, the first thing
we'll do is a physical exam--

Oh, I'm gonna have to stop you
again.

Sorry, uh, the-- the first thing
you would do

is actually conduct
a sexual history.

Yes, I considered that,
but I decided against it.

Betty's symptoms are consistent
with vaginismus.

I would first rule out
any physical causes,

such as trauma.

For Lester,
I suspect his condition

may be a direct result
of Betty's vaginismus.

As you and Dr. Masters explained
in the interview last year

in American Medical Journal,

vaginismus can often cause
performance anxiety

in the male partner,

which can manifest
as secondary impotence.

Yes, that's true.

Mrs. Masters,
am-- am I expecting you?

No, I just came to drop off
the retainer forms.

Oh.

Elaine, my secretary,
decided to follow her heart

back to cosmetology school,

so for the moment,
I am my own Gal Friday.

Just-- just-- just put the forms
down on the desk.

Anywhere in particular?

Pick a pile, any pile.

I-- I'll call you later
to discuss; I won't forget.

However, if I do forget,
you can call me.

Mm-hmm.
Thank you, bye-bye.

You're late,
but if you hurry,

you can catch the tail end of
Virginia's so-called "interview"

with the new girl.

Well, I'm sure Virginia is more
than able

to handle the interview
on her own.

I'll tell her to join you
with the Connollys,

that's the shoe guy,
as soon as she's done.

Actually, uh, I'm gonna be
working

with the Connollys alone.

And after that, I-- I'd like
to take a look at the calendar.

Make sure Virginia and I

are using our time
most efficiently.

I suggest you ask my husband
what he did with my espadrilles.

Or, Dale, maybe you would like
to tell Dr. Masters

what you did
with my Levine Pilgrim Pumps.

At this point, I, uh...

...I think I can infer.

I paid 10.95 for those pumps.

But how can I-- how can I ever
put my feet into them again?

Knowing how his...

...his seed is deposited
all over them?

Dr. Masters told me that
I should be honest with you.

Tell you what I really want.

This is all your doing,
what he's become.

When I was in high school,

my sister, sh-- she drove
this beautiful

baby blue T-bird.

And in her senior year,
she started to date

the varsity quarterback.

About a month into it,
her car, it started to smell.

And she finally realized
that...

...in order to show his love,

her boyfriend...

...was defecating
in the trunk.

He had become a freak.

I have never even considered
crapping in a car.

And the worst part is,
is--

is just that I thought
my husband loved me.

I thought that he
was attracted to me.

Not my shoes.

- Darleen--
- Don't.

Mrs. Connolly...

...I understand.
You're distressed.

But allowing your husband
to express his desire for shoes

is only the first step.

As it were.

Using sensate therapy,
we will train

Mr. Connolly's
libidinal energy,

currently attached
to shoes,

to refocus in a direction

that is sexually satisfying
for you both.

I love you.

Shoes or no shoes,
and...

...I'm willing to try,
if you are.

It's just it's not normal.

All I ever wanted to be
is normal.

Betty, I need to look
at the Smith's intake.

♪

Am I interrupting?

Hardly.
Ejaculatory incompetence.

This could take weeks.

Uh...

...we should discuss
the schedule.

Okay, uh, I was going
to suggest the same

since I'll be busy
with my column for Hef

in the coming month.

I can handle the details
of the pending court case,

hire an attorney, uh,

keep up with requests
for documents.

Good. Since I was the one
that argued

against the surrogacy program
in the first place.

I'll resume with Little Brown,

try to put the book deal
back together.

Perfect. Since the deal
only collapsed

because you boarded an airplane
to Las Vegas

instead of attending
our book launch.

I will call Barton,
discuss his moving his practice

back with us.

As for speaking engagements,
interviews--

We can decide
on a case-by-case basis.

As for seeing new patients--

We both will,
with our new partners.

I assume you approve
of Dr. Leveau.

She has sterling
qualifications.

Mmm, I would prefer someone
with more clinical experience,

but as long as you don't mind
some hand-holding.

She is very knowledgeable
about the work.

Well, knowing is not the same
as doing.

Whomever we hire,

we will have to keep
a very close eye on them.

So I would like to tighten
our oversight

by having Lester install
recording equipment

in the conference room
and all the exam rooms.

Recording equipment?
To record?

Everything.
Sessions with patients,

conversations between
staff members.

Why? I can't imagine
any new hire

is going to stand
being listened in on.

And yet if we had tape recorders
in this office two months ago,

we wouldn't be staring down
the barrel at criminal charges.

Courier just delivered these
for you.

We're in the middle
of a session, Betty.

You asked me to get you
if any deliveries came for you.

Remember?
So, here I am.

Right. Well, do you know
who they're from?

Was there a card?

"Virginia, counting the hours
until I see you again.

All my love, Dan."

I am going to call Dr. Leveau,
make the official offer.

All right, you can put those
in my office,

and then I need you to pull
together a list

of psychiatrists
for potential new partners.

I need to start that interview
process as soon as possible.

Or...

you could show
a little appreciation

every once in a while.

Whatever it is
you're trying to say,

why don't you just say it?

Okay.
I've spent the past two months

tap-dancing as fast as I can
trying to keep

this business together
with spit and Scotch tape.

And in all that time...

...I didn't hear so much
as a peep from you.

You're right,
I should have called.

I'm sorry.

- Woulda, coulda, shoulda.
- What do you want me to say?

Words are not
what I'm looking for.

See, Helen is out-to-here
pregnant,

which means
I got another mouth to feed.

Now, I haven't had a raise

since Truman
was in the White House.

Which is a problem,
because in my household,

I am Truman, as in,
the buck stops with me.

As I am also the breadwinner
in my house.

So, why don't we pick a time
next week

to sit down and discuss it.

Unfortunately, right now,

uh, my plate is very full
with everything going on here.

Or we can take care of this
right now.

See,

I have been working here
for ten years.

And I know your handwriting
from a mile away.

Now, I don't know why

you're sending yourself flowers
from Dan,

and... I'm not asking.

What I am asking for
is a little bit of support.

So I made a fearless
moral inventory

of all the people that
did me wrong all these years,

beginning with my mother.

She called the cops on me
last year

because I broke into her
and my stepdad's house

when I knew
that they were at bingo.

That pissed her off royally.

Irregardless, though,

how does a mother call the cops
on her own flesh and blood?

It's unnatural.

Next person
is my asshole brother.

Why are you in the dark?

Atmosphere.

I mean, how many times
am I gonna get the chance

to bug an office?

This is as cloak and dagger
as it gets for me.

- And it's all automatic?
- Yeah. Voice-activated.

As soon as the mic picks up
people talking,

the tape recorders in my office
start recording.

- Great.
- Hey, hey.

Can I try something
out on you?

Linden.

Lester Linden.

I could pull it off, right?

No.
Don't do that.

Yeah, okay.

You think you're just going
to sit there

waiting on me
to take you home?

If you're here,
you're working.

Help me with these chairs.

And don't think I didn't see
the way you were looking

at Kevin tonight.

Hmm.

If I had a penny
for every one of those looks,

I'd be driving
a Cadillac.

And what look is that?

That look that says,
"This guy?

"I got nothing in common
with this guy.

"Well, why am I in the same room
with this guy?

In fact, why am I here
with any of these people?"

The thought has crossed
my mind.

Now, I'm not saying
he entirely understood

the point of the fourth step.

Oh, that, uh, a fearless
moral inventory

isn't simply a list of excuses
for why everyone else

in the world is to blame
for your own poor choices?

That's not an uncommon mistake,

to-- to blame others first
before you look at yourself

and the destruction you caused,
but he is trying.

Which is more than I can say
for some of us

who haven't even started
the first step.

See, that's the problem
with this program of yours.

The interminable steps.

Belaboring everything.

Change is a process,
not an event.

And there's the other problem.

The endless slogans.

With all the profundity
of a fortune cookie.

Hmm. Well, I guess
you got it all wired.

I didn't say "all wired."

Although, a week ago,

my business was in shambles.

Now, it's up and running.

Even begun to hire
new employees.

And tonight,
I'm going to go see my wife,

and hammer out
a custody arrangement.

Ex-wife.

For your information,
the divorce papers

aren't even drafted yet.

Soon-to-be-ex-wife.

Point is... if you're looking
for a success story,

it ain't Kevin.

And where are you living
these days, Bill?

'Cause I've been picking you up
and dropping you off

at your office almost like
you're sleeping there,

but that can't be true.

I mean, for a success story
like you.

My upstairs neighbor,
Phyllis,

spends every winter
in Fort Lauderdale.

Um, now if you're willing
to water the plants

and feed the cat,

I can get you settled
in there tonight.

Well, as tempting
as that sounds.

You got a better option?

I thought maybe
we could sit down--

listen, Libby, Libby, I-I talked
with Johnny this morning.

He refuses to see me.

He says his siblings
feel the same.

Well, I can't vouch
for the baby,

but yes, Johnny and Jenny
are furious with you.

Well, perhaps they're taking
cues from their mother.

Well, I don't know
what you've told them.

I know you've poisoned
the neighbors against me.

- The other parents--
- Are you blaming this on me?

No, I'm not saying-- no.

Lib, Libby.
Libby.

Another, please.
Two olives.

♪

Dr. Madden.

Perhaps you don't remember me.
Virginia Johnson.

May I join you?

Actually, I'm waiting
for someone.

This whole pretending-not-to-
know-who-I-am,

it's on purpose,
I assume.

It's against
ethical guidelines

for me to acknowledge
a patient--

- Former patient.
- Um, yes.

In public.
So, yes, it is on purpose.

Oh, first date?

He's seated at the bar.
He's waiting for you.

- Okay, thank you.
- Hi.

A blind first date.

Dr. Madden,
I'm disappointed.

The manager of a casino
doesn't play the slots.

You're a therapist,
Dr. Madden,

and yet here you are pumping
quarters into the machine,

fingers crossed that you'll be
the one to hit the jackpot.

Does your husband know

that he's married to a woman
that doesn't believe in love?

Oh, it turns out he's not much
of a romantic either.

How late is she?

15 minutes.

Well, she could still
turn up.

She's a Leo,

so our chances weren't great
to begin with.

That was a joke.

You know,
it's fortuitous,

running into you like this,
Dr. Madden.

'Cause I think I may have
a business opportunity for you.

Cab's on its way, so...

I'm no longer living
in a hotel.

Or staying in my office.

An associate knew
of an apartment,

so, uh,
now you can rest assured,

if the children change their
minds and agree to see me,

they have a place to stay.

There's even a pull-out sofa,
I'm told.

You want something?

Oh, I'm going to AA meetings
now.

Did I tell you that?

Uh, it's-- it's court-ordered.

Uh, people seem to find the,
uh,

the exercises therapeutic.

There's one they call, uh,
the "inventory."

You make a list
of all the people you've hurt,

all the people
you've disappointed.

I know there's no one I've hurt
as much as you, Libby.

And I'm sorry.

For everything I've done.

Let's call it even.

Do you really think
all those years

that I just sat here
making lunches

and vacuuming the carpets

while you were working late?

First, there was Robert.

You remember Robert.

Coral's brother?

The first time, we didn't even
make it to the bedroom.

He took me right there
on the kitchen floor.

Anybody walking by
could have seen us.

But I wanted him so badly,

it didn't even matter.

Then, there was Paul.

There is not a room
in this house

where Paul and I
didn't make love.

Certainly,
there was this room.

Every inch of it, really.

There was the rug.

Up against the bar.

On this sofa.

Paul wanted to marry me,

take me away.

The kids too.

And I should have gone.

I should have gone.

So, if you want
to feel sorry for someone,

I would suggest feeling sorry
for yourself.

That would be your taxi.

I'm flattered by the offer,
but I'm-- I'm very happy

with my practice.

Really?

Really?

You don't get tired
of the same people,

the same problems,
year after year?

With the protocols
that we've developed,

we can transform patient's lives
in a matter of weeks.

You do know that there are
psychologists in St. Louis

far more qualified than I am
for this job.

You're a Yale undergrad
with a PhD from Columbia.

Plus, in my case,

everything you told me
as a patient was spot-on.

I was full of excuses,
like you said.

Living in denial
of the consequences

of my own behavior.

You told me what
I needed to hear.

And as a result, you've sorted
out your life, have you?

Please think about it.

If I have a change of heart,
I will call you.

Well...

...good luck
with the slots.

Sorry to bother,

but I was wondering
if you had any tips

for my first day.

You are the expert,
obviously,

when it comes
to working with Bill, so...

Well, my first tip would be
to call him Dr. Masters.

But other than that,

you're his partner now.

You'll find your own way
of working together.

Also, I know that
you are interviewing

for another staff psychiatrist,

and I-I have a friend,
a family friend,

who I think would be perfect
for the role.

Perfect?

That's a strong word.

He's young,
but he is very accomplished.

Oh, well, I already
have a long list of candidates

to see today, but, uh,

I suppose we can try
to squeeze him in.

Why don't you give Betty
his information?

Of course.

How's the bachelor pad?

I feel if I moved to Mars,

you would still stalk me.

One of the perks of driving
with me to the first meeting

of the day is
you get to make the coffee.

I'm not going.

So I'll make the coffee,

but that means you setting up
the chairs.

I just told you,
I'm not going.

Fine. If you're not going,
I'm not going.

Wh-- what-- what do you want
from me, exactly?

Because let me be
perfectly clear,

I will not, uh, uh,
take inventory,

or-- or make amends,
or say anything, ever,

in any AA meeting.

All I want
is to be left alone.

I can wait.

Oh, for Christ's sakes.

Imagine finding out...

the only person
you've trusted,

the one person whose loyalty

you never even thought
to question,

has been lying to you...

for years.

And the worst thing is,
you--

you can't even be angry
with her.

Because for every time
she's lied to you,

you know you've lied to her,
uh, a hundred times.

A thousand times.

We talking about
your ex-wife?

I broke her heart.

And I can't change that.

I can't change the fact

that my ki-- my kids...
hate me.

I can't change...

anything.

My husband didn't speak to me
for a year.

Not a word.

I... ask him
how his day was.

Nothing.

Tell him I loved him.

Nothing.

I asked for forgiveness.

Got on my knees
and begged.

He'd just look at me.

Some days,
I wanted to kill him.

Or myself.

And then I'd remember
that what he was doing to me

was nothing compared
to what I did to him.

All those people
in those meetings

are all tormented
in the same way.

The same sorry, not sorry,

the same anger and remorse.

Both at the people
who've harmed them

and at the people
they've harmed.

When you take both lists
and you lay them side by side,

you put the aggrieved
up against the aggressors,

the...

...the weird thing is,

it's the same names
on both lists.

Hi.
Art Dreessen.

Thank you for seeing me
on such short notice.

Pleasure to meet you.

Actually, we've met before.

I was at the symposium you and
Dr. Masters led at Princeton

on sexology and behaviorism.

Oh.

You probably don't remember,

but I did ask you
a question,

what single quality

did you think all great
psychologists had in common?

The ability to treat a patient
without any judgment

is usually my standard answer.

And that was it.

You said, if a patient
walks in your door,

and he says he's currently
having a sexual relationship

with a seal,
your first question should be,

"Do you prefer the north or
the south side of the island?"

Oh.
You know, I don't remember

exactly what I said.

Well, it left a strong
impression on me.

And since I prefer the north
side of the island,

when Nancy said you
and Dr. Masters

were looking for psychiatrists,
I pleaded with her to get me in.

And you and Dr. Leveau,
you grew up together?

We went to medical school
together at McGill.

Nancy grew up in Montreal,
just a few miles from campus.

So Nancy would invite me
to stay

with her family
for the holidays.

My father works
for the government.

They move him around
every few years.

I was born in Singapore,
raised in Virginia.

Hmm. And it says that you have
an MD in psychiatry.

You didn't pursue
an advanced degree?

I was under the impression that
a medical degree was advanced.

Well, we're primarily
considering applicants

with PhDs for this job.

I'm so sorry that Dr. Leveau
didn't mention that.

You know,
I've always found

the more degrees
on a psychiatrist's walls,

the higher the probability

he's either a charlatan
or a horse's ass.

Or both.

And after school,
you went to...

The Kinsey Institute.

I did a research fellowship
there.

Any particular area of focus?

Marriage. Specifically,
the role of sex in marriage.

As you can imagine,
your book was my bible.

Hmm.

I went through two copies.

The first got so dog-eared,
the pages feel out.

Well, that's very flattering.

But, as I said, uh,
we are primarily considering

applicants with more advanced
credentials.

I understand, Mrs. Johnson.

I'm just honored
you're considering me at all.

Nervous?

No, not nervous.

I'm-- I'm ready for this.

Uh, I was going to suggest
that you take the lead

in the exam room.

Walk the Connollys through
the basics of sensate.

You may touch, rub,
massage, or kiss

anywhere on
your partner's body,

aside from the genitals
and breasts.

Did you want to add anything,
Dr. Masters?

You might also
remove the slippers.

But I-I thought that we agreed

that my--
my feet are off-limits.

We did.
And through the sensate therapy,

we hope to refocus
your husband's desire

on to more acceptable parts
of your body,

but if that refocusing leads
to his hiding his desire,

then that desire
becomes something else.

A secret.

A secret in a marriage

is very hard to survive.

You have a better chance

if you can find your pleasure
together.

You know, meet each other
halfway.

Uh, I just-- I don't think
that I can do that.

All I'm asking
is that you try.

If you're uncomfortable
in bare feet,

we could always try it
in your Vivier pumps.

Or not.

What if I just...

touched your knees.

Well, you don't know
how perfect they are.

My knees?

Everything.

The line of your calves.

The curve of your ankle.

You have the smoothest soles.

Exquisite arches.

Mmm.

- Your toes.
- Dale.

- Your long...
- Dale.

Slender toes.

I mean, that doesn't--
that doesn't feel awful.

Mmm.

Oh, my God, Dale.

Oh, Dale.

Don't. It's too-- too weird.

Betty said you wanted
to see me?

I, uh,
I wanted to talk to you

about what happened
in the lab this afternoon.

With Mr. and Mrs. Connolly?

With you, actually.

There is--
there is a real danger

in this work,

observing a couple
in their most intimate moments.

Uh, it's only natural
that the observers can,

from time to time,

find themselves experiencing
a certain...

erotic charge
of their own.

I see.

Uh, if they're not careful,

they can begin to mistake

the intimacy of the couple
behind the glass

for a kind of intimacy

between themselves
and their partner.

I know that I agreed to wait
for you to call me,

but I suppose
I'm not very patient

when I know what I want.

Clearly.
But I have not changed my mind.

Neither have I.

You want me to fill it out?

I would like us both...

to fill it out.

Together.

It's our intake questionnaire.

Touches on every aspect
of a patient's sexual makeup,

their psychological history,
their fantasies.

It's essential
that our relationship

remain strictly professional.

Now the best way
to ensure that

is that we are completely
transparent with one another.

There can be no secrets
between us.

So, who's going to reveal
what to whom first?

I'm flattered that you've
followed my career so closely.

Here you are.

Well, it would have been
impossible not to.

Every time I turn my head,

you're on a different
magazine cover.

And, I, uh,
I did read your book.

Mm.
What did you think?

I thought if all the people
that bought this book

and actually read it,
I'm gonna be out of a job.

There I was, out of luck.

He came
in about four seconds.

17-year-old boys not being known
for their endurance.

So you didn't achieve orgasm?

Not that first time, no.

And then camp was over
the next day,

and I never saw him again.

When did you first...

I was 18.

She sat next to me
in Advanced Calculus.

Did you love her?

I doubt I understood
the meaning of the word.

You understand the work.

We have an excellent rapport.

In which case, the most
responsible thing for me to do

is take myself
out of the running.

No, I'm sorry. I'm just--
I'm not comfortable

working with
a former patient.

That is a-a boundary
that I can't cross.

Mm, it's only a boundary
if you allow it to be one.

All right.

I didn't expect
you to understand.

Who was the first, then?

The first woman
you really loved?

Uh, sh-- she was, uh,

a sister of a friend.

Dody...
was her name.

Well, uh, Geraldine,

but, uh, only her mother
called her that.

To everyone else,
she was Dody.

Anyway, she, uh,
she moved on,

and it ended.

Next topic, uh,
current frequency of sex.

If we're being honest
with each other, Virginia,

you have a certain disregard

for professional
and personal boundaries,

and this is not the first time
that I have seen this from you.

Wow.

I am curious now

as to what it is
that you are referring to.

The fact is
we had crossed a line, yeah.

He's 15 years older.

And my professor,
and...

in the end,
he was forced to resign.

His wife left him.

And he lost everything,
his children.

Did you continue seeing him?

I transferred schools.

Then I met my husband
the following year.

Well, do you remember
how we first met?

You came to me
under an assumed name

presenting yourself as suffering
from symptoms you did not have.

I was attempting
to help a patient.

Yes, and, yes,
your pattern now

is exactly the same
as it was then, yes.

Wow, my pattern?

I wasn't even aware
that I had a pattern.

Oh, yes.

And I see it in my practice
all the time.

I would call it
rationalization.

Whatever the patient does, they
find a way to rationalize it

to convince themselves
that they're not to blame.

Oh, no.

Oh.
That's very interesting.

The last time I saw you,
you were having an affair

with a married man.

The husband of a woman
you considered a friend.

And yet,
you felt no remorse.

Because you had been unfaithful
in your own marriage?

Yes.

Was your wife unfaithful?

She was...

it turns out.

Uh, have you ever been
unfaithful in--

in your marriage?

I have.

And you suspect
that your husband

has been unfaithful as well?

I do, yes.

I-I really had no intention
or dredging any of--

of this up.
I-I-I...

I think I've had too much
to drink.

And yet, all this does
is prove to me

why you are the perfect
candidate for the job.

Your honesty.

Fearlessness.

And not to mention,
your understanding of me.

Well, I don't know
about all that.

Believe me, I know.

How about we find
someplace else

to continue this conversation?

So I was wondering
one other thing.

Uh, it isn't
on the questionnaire.

When I did my internship
with Dr. Scully,

there were rumors

about you and Mrs. Johnson.

So...

were you ever involved
sexually?

Since we're being completely
honest with each other?

Uh, no.

Ever since my wife died,
I've-- I've...

been alone to...

...this was a terrible mistake.

Don't worry. I will not breathe
a word of this

to the America Psychiatric
Association.

Thank you,
thank you.

Oh, God.

I really shouldn't
be drinking like that.

It is interesting though,

how you immediately rationalize
your decision.

I wonder if that's a pattern
for you.

You're very good at judging
other people, Dr. Madden.

Assigning labels, and arranging
them in little boxes.

But what do you really know
about...

you, for example?

Sitting there in your--
in your boxer shorts.

Maybe it's not so easy
to observe your own behavior,

your own shortcomings.

For that matter,

what do you really know
about me?

What I've had
to overcome in my life.

The enormous sacrifices
that I have had to make

to get on all
of those magazine covers.

I am very good at my job

because I don't judge.

But given your... limitations,

I think it's probably best
that we take your name

out of consideration
for the position at the clinic.

Wouldn't you agree?

I hope you're not gonna make
a habit of this,

stopping by unannounced.

Well, no, no, no.
But I-I--

Oh, I feel like

things were left unsettled

after we spoke last night.

I don't feel unsettled
at all.

Except by your clothes.

What are you wearing?

I didn't sleep a wink.

I can see that.

I'll admit what you told me
last night,

it's, uh...

...it's very painful.

But I realize now...

it is much better
that you found some pleasure

somewhere,

even if it wasn't
with me.

We were married, Bill.

We should have found
our pleasure together.

I know.

It's just...

there's so much that I...

missed out on.

An entire world out there.

You're not dead.

No...

just 40.

Honey, are you hungry?

I was thinking
of making some eggs.

I already ate.

Well, then why don't I make
some French toast?

That way, it can be dessert
for you and dinner for me.

I'm not staying here tonight.
I'm moving in with Dad.

Oh, Tessie, please.

Can we not do this tonight?

You don't have to do anything.

But I have to take care
of myself.

No, no, no.
Honey, wait.

I understand that you're upset
with me,

but... I took your advice.

I saw a psychiatrist.

- You did?
- Yes.

What did he say?

He said,
for the most part,

that... people are doing
the best that they can.

And that's really all
they can do.

That is what I'm doing.

So if that
is not good enough...

It isn't.

It isn't. I'm sorry.

Virginia?

Libby.

Welcome home.

Coffee, please.

Here you are.

Great minds think alike.

I've actually been meaning
to call you to thank you for--

for helping my dad
with the baby while I was away.

Oh, that. I remembered that Lisa
liked to be held

stomach-down when she was
a baby, so I tried that.

Well, you were a saint
to do it.

I've actually been meaning
to call you too.

To congratulate you.

You are married now?

Yes, uh, it happened
very quickly.

But you're happy?

Very.
We both are.

Good for you.

I really don't
know what to say, Libby.

Other than, um...

other than I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about Bill.

Yes, well...

I keep thinking
about that pact that we made.

Do you remember that?

I thought we were so clever,
what we'd come up with.

Seemed...
foolproof.

We only made
one tiny mistake,

and we left out Bill,

the one person
who could derail everything.

I've also been thinking...

if you and I had met
somewhere else, um,

on an airplane

or in a diner,

would we still
have been friends?

I'm sure we would have.

I suppose we'll never know.

The only thing we ever really
had in common was Bill,

and now, not even that.

Oh, I'm not so sure
that matters.

So we are friends?

Of course we're friends,
Libby.

I'm glad.

Uh, what are you doing here?

Me?
Oh, um, I'm going to work.

Mrs. Masters?

Uh, I thought
our next appointment

wasn't until Tuesday.

I'm not here
for an appointment.

I am here for a job.

I can't afford to have
an attorney whose office looks

like it's been hit
by a hurricane.

You need a secretary.

Someone to keep you organized.

I can start right away.

We're three blocks
from the office.

Nobody's gonna see us.

Just wait, uh, a few minutes
after I'm gone.

I just don't want to come in
too close together.

Wish me luck on my first day.

Good luck, baby.

Hey, you'll be great.

Dr. Dreessen,
I'm so glad this worked out.

And I'm glad you looked
beyond all those fancy degrees

- and chose me.
- Ah, well, like you said,

the more degrees, the more
likely he's a horse's ass.

Uh, Dr. Dreessen,
this is Dr. Masters.

- You already know Dr. Leveau.
- A pleasure.

Of course.

Dr. Masters and I
have been going over

the current patient files.

It might be most useful
if we review them all together.

Let's begin.

The Paulsons are coming in

at 9:00 AM
for their first appointment.

Uh, Dr. Leveau and I have
a follow-up appointment

with the Connollys in mind.

All right, then Dr. Dreessen
and I can take the Paulsons.

You know, I believe
I've already reviewed that file,

so I assume Mrs. Johnson
and I...

♪ and hold her tight ♪

♪ so happy together ♪

♪ I can't see me lovin' ♪

♪ when you're with me, baby ♪

♪ the skies will be blue ♪

♪ for all my life ♪

♪ me and you and you and me ♪

♪ no matter how they tossed
the dice ♪

♪ it had to be ♪

♪ the only one for me is you ♪

♪ and you for me ♪

♪ so happy together ♪

♪ I can't see me lovin' ♪

♪ nobody but you ♪

♪ for all my life ♪

♪ when you're with me, baby ♪

♪ the skies will be blue ♪

♪ for all my life ♪