Masters of Sex (2013–2016): Season 4, Episode 6 - Family Only - full transcript

Previously on Masters of Sex...

I told them the truth.

What did they say?

They just packed their stuff and left.

Why are you doing this?

Perhaps I should just
talk to your boss.

For some reason, he's
gotten it into his head

that I don't pass muster.

It can't be a coincidence
that it happened

right after my fiancée
called off our wedding.

The Clavermores have travelled
all the way from Philadelphia.



Dr. Masters and Mrs. Johnson
are unreachable today.

Why don't I begin your intake?

Was Virginia
the boss in bed, too?

Nance, come on.

I vividly remember telling you
that you needed to be honest

with your wife about what
did not happen between us.

They've got the whole place wired.

Honey, did you have a bad dream?

I don't think he even
saw you, thank God.

Why would it be so bad
if he did see me?

There are reasons that we
shouldn't be together.

Reasons that I am no
longer afraid to say.

What is your position on dinner?

My favorite meal of the day.



I mean how would you like
to take me to dinner?

The prosecution has sent
over a new witness list.

There's a name on it I don't recognize.

Works as a bellhop at the
Park Chancery Hotel.

Park Chancery?

Yeah, they're going to
call him to testify

Virginia Johnson and
I have been meeting

at the Park Chancery.

I would be willing to discuss a plea.

I know what you did, Bill,
and I know why you did it.

Finally we are back where
we belong, together.

Virginia...

I should have called first. I know.

Did I leave something at the office?

Did you...? Oh, no.

I, uh, I have just
gotten some good news.

And I wanted to share it
with you soon as I heard.

May I come in?

Um, sure.

You have a cat.

Yeah, Ernie.

Well, I've, uh, I've
been calling him Ernie.

I, uh, I recently found out

he already has a name: Miss Julie.

You know, they have apartments
that come already furnished.

Oh, no, this was furnished.
It was quite cluttered.

So I stacked everything up
and threw a cover on it.

You know, I've tried
to simplify things.

Well, you would be surprised
how little it takes

to make a place feel like a home.

Coffee table comes in handy.

Maybe... sofa

for when you have guests.

Uh, you wanted to celebrate?

Yes, uh, I just heard
from Arnold Ketterman

at Little Brown.

Uh, he wants to move ahead
with publishing the new book.

Oh, wow, that is good news.

It's terrific news.

The book was as good
as dead a week ago.

I suppose it was my trip to
New York made the difference.

Do you have champagne glasses?

Um, I don't know.

Maybe there's some in the closet.

Uh, well I think this may
be your best option.

What about you?

Oh, uh, after months of AA,

um, drinking has begun
to lose its appeal.

But don't let that stop you.

In fact, uh, when you came in,

I was just on my way out to a meeting.

You're welcome to... to take the cup.

You're still doing that? AA?

Uh-huh.

Sobriety is a journey,
not a destination.

- Hey.
- Oh, my God, Bill.

You scared me half to death.

Baxter and I thought
it was an intruder.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Can I fix you a drink?

Uh, I hope you're not here

expecting a repeat
performance of last week.

No, you made it very clear,

uh, there'd be no
encores... in that regard.

So I-I thought we could watch the, uh,

The Tonight Show together.

When was the last time we did that?

Before we filed for divorce.

Does the TV in your apartment not work?

I-I had to get out of the apartment.

I was feeling, you know...

- ...claustrophobic.
- You live alone.

Well, that's just it, yeah.

I mean, I, you know, I...

I feel alone... there.

That's why I-I'm gonna ask Barton

to come back to the clinic.

You know, he's been such
a constant in my life.

Like family.

And since our family is
no longer what it was,

and, uh,

Virginia and I are... are
no longer what we were...

Might I suggest that
you consider dating.

Dating? Libby.

Why not? I am.

Who?

Bram Keller.

Bram Keller...

...asked you out?

My... my defense attorney, Bram Keller?

Well, actually, I asked him.

I hope it isn't awkward.

Awk... no. Why...

why would it be awkward?

It's just a date, Bill.

And I think it is a
healthy next step for me,

as it would be for you.

"Friar Bill"... it does
have a certain ring to it.

All that's missing from his apartment

is a monk's robe and a hair shirt.

I do appreciate the
drink. And the company.

Better than going home.

Plus you cleared things up with Nancy.

I'm not one to hold a grudge.

Especially against a colleague.

How is it possible Bill
Masters has a cat?

Honestly, I-I find that man
completely inscrutable.

And I have always understood him,

but these past few months, he's been...

Well, he's in the middle of a divorce.

That doesn't explain this.

Come on. Erratic,
uncharacteristic behavior,

isolating himself from those
with whom he was once close.

Yes, traditionally those
would be symptoms

of a man coming out of a long marriage,

but every marriage is different.

For example, I nearly sent
out celebration notices

when I got divorced.

Each time.

But even an unfulfilling
marriage can provide

a certain kind of, uh, stability.

At Kinsey, we found men
typically took divorce

much harder than women.

And women were able to establish
new routines, create new lives.

Whereas husbands, used to
having their laundry pressed,

dinners cooked, they
floundered without wives.

And yet here you are,

eating Chinese food at the office

while your wife is...
where is Nancy tonight?

Thank you for reminding me.

Here I'd gone a whole three minutes

without thinking of Nancy's "dinner"

with her old college "friend," Bruce.

My point is,

Bill's relationship that most
resembled a true marriage

was with me.

I was his work wife.

And since work was always his life...

But now he's remarrying, thanks to you.

My wife. His new work wife.

He keeps telling Nancy

he wants her involved in everything.

Every aspect of the clinic.

Bob?

Hey, Bob. Wake up.

Just the man I wanted to see.

It's a beautiful place you have!

Must be 800 square feet!

Can you just keep your
voice down a little, Bob?

It's 12:30 in the morning.

Do you even know how much
this kind of square footage

would go for in Manhattan?

I'll have you coffee in a minute.

Your speech. Let's talk
about your speech.

My speech?

At... at the courthouse last week.

"No two human beings would
paint the same painting."

How true is that?

On a scale of one to ten,
ten being the truest,

how true is that?

I say 12, off the scale.

You're very kind.

"A being's sexual response

isn't formed on the assembly line.

There is no shape that it must take."

You memorized it?

And I've decided we're going
to use it as the forward

to the... your book.

Because it's so true, what you said.

"There is no norm. There
is only deviation."

Did you mean that?

Is there someone I
should be calling, Bob?

Let them know where you are?

I don't know where I am.

Well, you're in St. Louis.

No, no.

No, that's not what I mean.

I mean...

...it sounds so stupid, but...

...I'm lost.

I'm almost 40 years old

and about to lose the only shot
I'll ever have at a family.

She left me once.

If she leaves me again,
it's... it's for good.

She being?

Cherlyn. My fiancée.

She's the reason I'm here.

I need you to fix me, Doc.

I need you to see me,
see us, as patients.

So, can... can you fit us in tomorrow?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Bad night?

- I got a couple hours sleep.
- Mm.

She was kicking a lot.

He's impatient.

She's strong-willed.

Mm. He's just like his mother.

I had a dream my folks were here again.

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.

No, it wasn't a sad dream this time.

Well, who cried? 'Cause someone
always ends up crying.

No one. Not even me.

I mean, they still rejected me,

rejected us, but when they left,

I waved good-bye and
they blew me a kiss.

And it was really...
it was really okay.

And I wasn't sad anymore.

'Cause when I turned around,
you and our baby girl

were standing there.

That's when I knew how happy I was.

How happy we're gonna be.

Just me, you, and Sweetpea.

A family.

Aren't we lucky?

A whole dream,

and that baby never once complained

that he's tired of
being called a "she"?

No, not once.

But you'll be able to take
it up with her very shortly.

Hey, how shortly?

You were out late.

I got bogged down at the office.

I started to think maybe you
were spending the night

somewhere else.

How's Bruce?

He made tenure, so...

...that was mostly dinner conversation.

And he came bearing gifts.

Uh, this is for me?

Perfect color for your eyes.

Julia must have picked it out

since Bruce has zero fashion sense.

How thoughtful.

I hope you told him I'm
sorry I missed him.

Well, he doesn't fly
out until tomorrow,

so he wants to take the two
of us out to dinner tonight.

He's dying to catch up with you.

Hmm.

I can have the bedspread,
stemware, and china delivered.

And maybe rush-delivered, since
it sounds like Dr. Masters

is eating all of his meals
from an antique teacup.

Yes, I think if we wait for Dr. Masters

to order all of this for himself...

He's constitutionally incapable.

He's straight.

Cases for review.

And is Dr. Masters' color
palette warm or cool?

Color palette?

It's fine. I'll be the wife.

Oh, I have never been so happy

to see someone in my entire life.

Get over here. Give me a hug.

God, what a mess.

Can I help you unpack?

Well, you can keep me
company while I do.

You look well, honey.

And you look friendly, which will be

a-a welcome change around here.

Well, Bill would be the first to admit

he doesn't have the most
genial bedside manner.

Okay, it's not that. It's the...

No, no, I'm not gonna complain.

Not... not on your first day back.

Oh.

Okay, so...

...when Dr. Masters first hired me,

I was told that I was being
brought on as his partner.

But he and Virginia,
they always find a way

to go back to working together,

so Art and I, we're always left out.

Well, I'm sure it's not intentional.

Do you know they tape everything?

Oh, they've been taping
sessions for years.

For archival purposes.

Oh, I'm not talking about that.

I'm talking about taping the staff.

Recording private conversations.

Look, I am so grateful you
recommended me for this job,

b-but I also... I-I can't help feeling

like there's something strange
going on between them.

Bill and Virginia have
been working together

for over a decade.

You and Art have been here for a month.

Give it some time.

You'll find your way.

Dr. Scully? Betty just telephoned.

She and Helen are on their
way to the hospital.

She says it's time.

Oh. Excuse me.

I will tell Mr. Spleeb when
he gets back from court.

Right. Thank you.

When I said dinner,

I wasn't imagining the
early bird special.

Actually, I've come hat in hand.

I need to reschedule for tonight.

I've got a last-minute
work dinner, but...

Don't say another word.

I am very familiar with
"last-minute work dinners."

One of Bill's old standbys.

Not as common as "late
night at the office,"

but easier to refute
than "stuck in traffic."

Believe me, I've used them all,

but this time I mean it.

It's a client and his wife,

and normally I'd be thrilled
to have you on my arm...

Except for some strange reason,

you're prevented from including me.

Wait, let me guess.

They are... communists.

No, they're lepers.

They're nudists.

Oh, well, points for originality.

Libby, I care about this first date.

I don't want it to be a steak dinner

surrounded by nude people.

And why not?

- Because I'm such a prude.
- No.

Because I see a little bare skin

and I have to retire
to my fainting couch.

- That's not fair.
- Smelling salts at the ready.

Fine. I'll pick you up at 5:30.

Although, if you've never
spent time around nudists,

I'd suggest bringing
those smelling salts,

just in case.

How do you think Dr. Masters
feels about demitasse?

Guy, why is the initial interview

for the Clavermores already completed?

Filled out by Art and Nancy?

Uh, right.

Mr. and Mrs. Monopoly, I remember them.

There was a schedule snafu.

They came in while you and
Dr. Masters were in court.

Well, then you should
have rescheduled them,

not pawned them off on other doctors.

I think "pawned off" is a strong term.

Plus, it was Dr. Leveau's idea.

Well, then let's go
look at the calendar

in case Dr. Leveau has generously taken

other cases off our hands.

And how did you two meet?

It was a blind date.

Yeah, we both agreed we
would carry umbrellas

so we would recognize each other.

Then it started raining.

There wasn't a person on that block

without an umbrella.

Guy, why is Nancy sitting in

on a book meeting with Little Brown?

It's not a book meeting.

Then why is Bob Drag in there?

I can't tell you, it's confidential.

He's impotent.

Uh, Miss Green, Bob
mentioned that you recently

broke off your engagement.

Only for a few weeks. It
was a hiatus, really.

Was there a precipitating incident?

Not really, no.

Miss Green?

Did you feel there was a
precipitating incident?

Uh, well, we hadn't
made love in months.

Because of his...

Impotence.

But as I explained to
Cherlyn, luckily for us,

I happen to know the world's
foremost experts on the subject.

We're here to sort this out,

so we can marry, have children.

The time apart, it
renewed our commitment.

Well, you seem a lot more hopeful, Bob,

than when I spoke to you last night.

Last night?

I thought you were out at a
Little Brown function all night.

I was. He just means we spoke by phone.

Three centimeters dilated.

Oh, that's good, right?

That's right where we want you to be.

Uh, what about the blood?

There was a lot of blood
when her water broke.

Oh, it's perfectly normal to see
some spotting at this point.

You told the nurses you were
concerned about your vision.

Oh, yeah, well, I was seeing spots

and my head's been pounding.

Mm, I suspect that has to do
with your blood pressure.

It's within normal range, but
we'll keep an eye on it.

Now the baby is still
breech, so at this point,

there's a 50/50 chance

we'll need to perform a Caesarean.

Well, Caesareans are on the rise.

I read it in Woman's Day.

Now we're talking about surgery?

Routine surgery. She'll
be awake, comfortable.

The only difference is a
slightly longer recovery.

I'm gonna take you in now, Helen.

Uh, Betty, the nurse will
show you to the waiting room.

Oh, I-I'm not going
to the waiting room.

I'm staying with her.

Oh, yeah, she's staying with me.

It's hospital policy.

Not even husbands are allowed
in the delivery room.

We'll get you in here as
soon as the baby comes.

I promise.

Sweetpea and I have
everything under control.

I'm just a bit confused

as to why I wasn't brought in on this.

A standard impotence case?

A case involving the
publisher of our book is,

by definition, non-standard.

I meant the facts of the case
are relatively straightforward.

Although I did find Bob
at my door last night,

passed out, smelling like a distillery.

Then he shows up here today
acting as if it never happened.

That was my experience
with him in New York.

One moment, he's this
buttoned-up professional.

The next, he's groping me
in front of his colleagues.

I don't know how well-founded they are,

but the rumors around his office
are that he's a homosexual,

and that's why his
engagement was broken off.

He did go on last night
about the speech

I made at the courthouse about
our embrace of deviancy.

I-I did not sense any indication
of homosexual tendencies.

And that's not your fault.

Hey, you're still new to this work.

What you'll learn is how to
pay attention to details.

Well, details are what the
intake process is for,

and we've yet to begin that.

Of course, but given the sensitivity

of this particular case,

it makes most sense for us to
conduct the intake ourselves.

Well, Nancy is perfectly capable
of conducting an intake.

Oh, I'm sure she is.

Oh, yes, she and Art
did an excellent job

on the interview with the
Clavermores in our absence.

You and Art took the Clavermores?

They'd come all the way
from Philadelphia.

Typically, the Clavermores
are the types of patients

that we cultivate as donors.

Well, after being on the
wait list for months,

were we supposed to turn them away?

No, just reschedule them.

Unless you disagree, Bill.

You should have consulted
with us before seeing them.

I need to think about this,

how to handle the Clavermores
from here on out.

Nancy, could you give us a moment?

Yeah.

Anyway, I think that we
should double-team Drag.

If we're right, and he is a homosexual,

I'm sure between the two of us...

Virginia, we can't keep yanking
Nancy off these cases.

I'm not saying every case.

The entire reason for
bringing Nancy and Art

into the clinic was to help.

Yes, but just like in
in the Bucksey case,

there are certain instances
where it's much more effective

for us to work together.

Drag showed up at your door
in a very vulnerable state.

He was open with you.

But he was also open
with me in New York.

I really believe that

together we can coax
the truth out of him.

Virginia?

- Virginia?
- Yes?

I'd like to have a word with you.

This is really not the
appropriate time or place

for a discussion.

I, uh, I just need some clarification.

Hey. What exactly was
I hired to do here?

If you are going to constantly
remove me from my own cases,

then what... what is my
role at this practice?

Your role is to support Dr.
Masters as his partner.

Well, except when you're his partner.

In some instances, yes.

- And who determines that?
- I do.

Dr. Masters does.

I'm sorry, Nancy, have you ever
run a business of your own?

Ever built a practice from nothing?

I wouldn't want to burden
you with the details,

like securing research space...

You didn't do that.

Dr. Masters told me he
secured this space.

Well, aside from that
technicality which, frankly,

is debatable, you need to understand

that there are many
factors that we weigh

in every decision that we make here.

Although the main factor
with me, for you,

is that I am a woman.

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

You are competing with me.

It's an understandable, if
disappointing reaction.

Women get such a small
slice of the pie,

they tend to fight over it,

rather than make the slice bigger.

- Or share.
- First of all, I hate pie.

Secondly, you're speaking to a woman

who has spent the last 12 years

bringing women out of the Dark Ages.

There's no greater advocate for women.

In theory. This is practice.

Look, I respect everything
you've accomplished.

It's why I'm here.

I just want to know where I stand.

Wherever we tell you to.

Knowing you as we do, Bob,

it's clear to us both that you
deeply love your fiancée.

I do, which is why this
impotence is so...

So, when did the impotence first
manifest itself with Miss Green?

It really only started the
last couple of months.

Any idea what brought it on?

Stress? You saw what things
were like at Little Brown.

Yes, that is one busy office.

Although, stress is
only one of the many

possible causes of impotence.

Were there any episodes
with previous partners?

Never.

And your previous partners,
how many have there been?

I know, a gentleman doesn't count.

And you're not the type
to notch the bedpost.

Hardly.

Uh, three or four, maybe.

Three or four?

You can't be certain
of the exact amount?

It may be five.

Actually, yes, I have been
sexually with five women.

And the men that you've been with,

how many were there?

It's a standard question.

Have you had sexual
experiences with men?

Well, the answer is no.

Obviously.

Uh, men, no.

Boys, perhaps?

I mean when you were also a boy.

Anything you discuss in this room...

Remains strictly confidential.

I have nothing to hide.

And that...

...that boy...

...one boy. Once.

When I had just turned 16.

He was a year ahead of me.

He was your classmate.

At boarding school.

It wasn't even sexual.

Not really. Just... games.

We were playing.

And how many times did you engage...

Like I said, a couple times.

Did you have feelings for him?

Feelings? What do feelings
mean when you're 16?

Oh, they can mean a great deal.

Let's talk about the others.

There are no others. It
was just the one boy.

He graduated the next year.
I never saw him again.

But you still think about it.

No.

Well, from time to time.

When you're with your fiancée?

Not if I can help it.

Does it help you to achieve erection?

No.

Y... yes.

I don't know.

So, just sometimes you find

the memory of this boy arousing.

I find it nauseating.

And sometimes arousing.

But mostly, I find it
shameful and abhorrent.

We would recommend, Bob,

before beginning any kind
of sexual therapy...

That you speak with a psychiatrist.

We find in cases where there's
latent homosexuality...

I am not a homosexual.

I read your books.

Men have impotence for
all sorts of reasons.

Their parents are too strict,

or they go to church too many times.

Homosexuality is a bit different.

How? I just want it out of my head.

Just like all those
other suffering men.

Have you never wanted to stop

wanting what you want

because you know it will
only cause you misery?

That is all I am asking for.

Oh. It's lovely here.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, my.

Garden of Eden.

Good afternoon.

Happy fishing.

Mr. Keller.

Welcome to paradise.

Virginia found out we did
the initial interview

with the Clavermores.

She pitched a fit to Masters

and now it's very likely
we'll be taken off the case.

Well, we knew that was a possibility.

I'm sure that interview is on tape.

And obviously, no one's heard it yet,

or else we'd be packing our things.

Just find it and get rid of it.

But all the tapes are
in Lester's office,

under lock and key.

Figure it out, Art. Please.

If we leave here, it is
because we decide to go,

not because we're fired.

When someone says something's 50/50,

that's supposed to mean
it's not gonna happen.

Dr. Scully feels that a
C-section in Miss Schiff's case

guarantees the best outcome
for mother and child.

Okay, well, then I-I gotta see her.

Unfortunately, visiting hours for
friends are very restricted.

I am not her... friend.

A C-section is almost routine.

No, I-I used to perform
two of them a day.

Sometimes without even a lunch break.

No, nothing's going the
way it's supposed to.

The baby is breech, there was
blood when her water broke...

Howie and Jenny
both were born breech.

And spotting can indicate
any number of things,

most of them innocuous,

as I'm sure Dr. Scully
already told you.

Look, why... why don't I come down?

Oh, that's okay. I'm fine.

Well, it's nerve-racking being alone.

I'm not exactly alone.
Well, not for long.

For all of her powers of intuition,

I know my Helen a lot better
than she knows herself,

and no matter what she says,
I can hear it in her voice,

so I'm gonna call 'em.

I'm gonna call her folks.

We will eventually meet

with Masters and Johnson, won't we?

Of course, Mr. Clavermore.

As soon as they return,

well, unless you wish to
continue the process with us.

What Dr. Leveau
and I have to offer

is something unique.

As a married couple ourselves,

something that Masters
and Johnson are not...

Lester, sorry, I...

...I wa... I was just...

Here, let me help.

- Jesus.
- It's not what you think.

Who is she?

That's Jane.

Your wife?

I'm gathering evidence of her affair

with Corky St. Angeles, an
oily, thick-headed asshole.

How long have you been shooting them?

18 months.

But the real question is,
and what I want to know,

how do you do it?

Do what? I don't take pictures
of my wife with other men.

But you let her be with other men.

Doesn't seem to bother you.

It's right out there in the open.

Lester, that's a rather personal...

Oh, please.

You invited the whole office to a
swinger's party at your house.

Let's not pretend you're Ward
Cleaver all of a sudden.

I'm asking you.

How do you keep your wife's
cheating from eating you up?

It's an agreed-upon arrangement.

Well, that's clear as mud.

Thank you for the insight.

You know, if you've been
watching them for 18 months,

Lester, it's because you want to.

You're a watcher.

I don't see why we
shouldn't take the case.

You mean, aside from the fact
that Bob is a homosexual?

Is it a fact?

I mean, based on a single
dalliance from 25 years ago?

He said he did it once,

and then he said he did it a few times.

I went to boarding school, Virginia.

It's not uncommon for boys
to experiment sexually

with other boys.

It's understood that these
are games, horsing around.

The vast majority of boys who
engage in those experiences

went on to become well-adjusted
heterosexual adults.

And the man who showed up drunk

at your apartment in the
middle of the night,

did he seem particularly
well-adjusted to you?

His fiancée knows nothing about this.

And it would be a condition
of our treating them

that he would have to tell her.

How is this not conversion therapy,

trying to reconstruct the
object of a patient's desire?

But that... that is exactly
the point, Virginia.

It's not an object of
desire. It's a fixation.

Maybe even obsession.

You know, the word "desire" suggests

that the object in question

brings him any satisfaction at all,

which it does not, which it never has.

It has only ever brought him suffering.

Guy, is there a reason
the restroom is locked?

Yes.

There is a reason.

- Just apply...
- I need to speak with you.

Dr. Masters and I are in the
middle of a conversation, Nancy.

Is there something you need?

Yeah, there is, in fact.

Obviously, I need to
apologize to Virginia,

whom I've apparently
offended to the point

that she's locked me out
of the ladies' room.

So I'm sorry. Sorry Art and
I ever threw that party.

Sorry we presumed to
invite our coworkers.

More than anything, I am
sorry that of all the women

whose coats Art could
have picked that night,

he chose yours.

Because ever since you
two had sex, Virginia,

you have completely and
irrevocably turned on me.

Could you ask Art to
come in here, please?

Before you say anything...

In some moments, it's better
not to say anything at all.

- Well, I didn't...
- This is one of those moments.

Could you close the door, please?

What happened between the two of
us the night of your party, Art?

This sounds like Perry Mason.

I'm asking you to
describe what happened.

We went to bed together.

And by "went to bed together,"
do you mean that we had sex?

Did we have sex, Art?

Any sort of
physical contact at all?

We did not.

Well, so glad we could clear that up.

I-I would just like to say...

That won't be necessary.

We're not going to discuss this?

I told Bob I would call him
with our decision right away.

So now you're angry with me?

Because Art lied?

I'm... I'm not angry
with you, Virginia.

Look, I'm sure you feel guilty
enough without my piling on.

Why would I feel guilty?

You should have left that party
as soon as you knew what it was.

Instead, you spend the night
with an employee, in his bed.

Regardless of what actually
happened in that room,

you put your reputation

and the reputation of
the clinic at risk.

But I suspect you already know that.

I do, yes.

And you're right.

I have made some questionable choices.

Maybe it's one of my terrible talents.

Some wayward game show contestant

always picking the wrong door.

One wrong door was lying
to you about Dan.

But I didn't do it to
keep you at bay, Bill.

At least, not entirely.
I was also ashamed.

And I'd gotten distracted

by Dan...

...once again proving
my complete inability

to choose the right thing,

even when the right thing
is standing right there,

staring me in the face.

So what really happened that night,

with Art, sitting in that bedroom,

was clarity.

That the one person in
my life who has seen me,

all of me... the imperfections,
ambitions, scars...

And still loves me,

in spite of them, maybe even because

of my terrible talents...

...was you.

I need... I need to call
Bob. I promised him I would.

- The barbecue is to die for.
- Mm-hmm.

Our chef comes from Louisiana.

Ah. And is the kitchen
staff also without, um...?

Oh, of course not. All
our workers have papers.

I'm helping Richard and Kitty

'cause the neighbors bringing suit

are claiming a violation of zoning laws

based on the sale of food and wine.

Really, it's just a
thinly veiled crusade

against "obscenity."

It's a textbook First Amendment case.

Outdated community standards
attempting to infringe

on the free speech of
law-abiding citizens.

Um, well, what do you mean by "speech"?

I mean, what could you
possibly be saying?

You're just not wearing clothes.

I don't know much about
wine, but am I...

If I wore a hammer and sickle lapel pin

and a Third Reich helmet,

wouldn't I be saying something?

Well, in that case, yes.

Clothing, more than any other
social construct, defines us.

Whereas communal nudity is
the ultimate declaration

- of self-respect.
- Okay.

But you're not zoned
to sell food and wine,

and as long as that's true,
they can shut you down.

Well, Libby, there's not
a county in Missouri

that would grant them a liquor license.

When I was volunteer at CORE,
we had Negro nightclubs

being shut down all the time

for alleged zoning law violations.

- What was the solution?
- Vouchers.

A ticket system whereby
patrons didn't pay

for food and drink with actual money.

But make a suggested donation
at check-in for the cause.

- Exactly.
- If you implement something

like that, I can get us a
judgment in our favor.

You two are quite the pair.

We need another one of these to
cogitate on this clever idea.

I wish we could, but
we have a long drive.

Oh, nonsense. The
road's far too dark now.

And we have an open cabin.

Well, I have an overnight
bag in my trunk.

I don't, but, um,

maybe I don't need one.

- Where have you been?
- Out.

Uh, do you know how worried I was?

You just disappeared
after that meeting.

I-I couldn't find you in the office,

so I came here, you weren't here.

So I went back to the office.

I was with Bruce.

We had dinner plans, remember?

Look, Nancy, I'm sorry.

For missing dinner?
Don't worry about it.

Since you weren't there, we
decided to skip the meal

and just go to his hotel room.

So you're punishing me now?

No, Art, I'm being honest with you.

An open marriage can't work

if we can't be open with each other.

I know.

So just tell me the truth, Art.

About Virginia.

We had sex.

Of course she's denying
it in front of Bill.

What do you expect?

It probably was inappropriate
for two coworkers

to do what we did and she knows it,

and so now, she's trying
to save her own ass.

Yeah, she seemed pretty
certain about what happened.

Come on, Nancy, you don't
go to a coat party

just to get some shut-eye
on a firmer mattress.

Who are you gonna believe here?

A woman who has gone out of her way

to thwart and embarrass you
every chance she gets,

or your own husband?

Why don't you tell me
what happened then?

We agreed not to do that anymore.

- I don't ask you...
- This is different.

Come on, I need to know.

She... she was uncomfortable at first.

Hesitant.

I tried to get her more relaxed.

Told her she was my boss,

we would do only what she wanted,

and... and that's when
it clicked for her.

She took control.

As my superior.

She wouldn't let me touch her.

She was only interested in my pleasure.

I'm listening.

She pushed me onto the bed.

Lying down?

Sitting. On the edge.

She undid my tie.

And then she dropped to her knees.

Like this?

Then what?

She closed her eyes and just...

...consumed me.

- Sorry, is something...
- Your pajamas.

Bill has the exact same pair.

Oh, how funny.

Well, unfortunately I
don't have another pair.

Oh.

Well, I can think

of a very simple solution
to that problem.

Maybe we should slow down a bit.

Believe me, I'm as surprised
to hear those words

coming out of my mouth as anyone.

Usually at this point in the date,

I'm silently scanning the room
making note of nearest exits

planning my escape
route in the morning.

But, uh, no, hey.

I like you, Libby.

I don't want to rush this.

I'm sorry, was that
supposed to be romantic?

What?

In the course of a day,
we've gone from dinner

to a sleepover to you
suddenly proposing marriage.

- I'm not proposing...
- I'm not interested

in waiting till our wedding night

to see if the sex
between us is any good.

Okay then, I take it back.

If you want to have sex tonight...

Not anymore. Good night, Bram.

What are you doing?

Strolling.

Like that?

Does it make you uncomfortable?

No. No, it doesn't.

You just... consistently surprise me.

Yes, well, I surprise myself lately.

I don't know exactly what
it is that I'm looking for,

but I do know that I want
it to be passionate.

I want to find a man where
there's real sexual...

...chemistry.

What are you doing?

Bill, I-I thought that you
were in a session with Nancy.

After this afternoon, I-I canceled

the rest of the day's appointments.

I was gonna check in
on Betty and Helen.

Well, I should be going.

You left something on the desk.

You can open that later.

What is it?

Well, it's a... it's a surprise.

It's our old room at the Park Chancery.

I was hoping that you would
meet me there tonight.

The Park Chancery?

It's a time that we were at our best.

The way we can be again.

For godssake, Virginia...

...I can't.

Because...?

Because you...

...you don't love me.

What?

That is preposterous.

No, no, no, no, no.

You don't. You just want me today.

I don't know, maybe because
I-I've stopped pursuing you.

Or be... because Dan is gone,
I'm the only option left.

Or because it's just easier with
me because I'm always there.

But what happens tomorrow,

when you wake up and, uh,

oh, you want someone else?

Bill, that's not going to happen.

I don't trust you, Virginia.

I can't.

Ever again.

Uh, you didn't have to come.

Well, I'm actually here
for the cafeteria food.

I do love those Jell-O squares.

Is everything all right with you, Doc?

Of course.

So has Barton been out?

Last update
was, uh, an hour ago.

They were still waiting
on the anesthesiologist.

Right.

Um, I called Helen's folks.

Oh, what did they say?

Turns out they think
Helen would've married

the captain of the football
team if I hadn't lured her

into a life of sin and debauchery.

So I said, "Fine. Fine, but blame me.

Blame me for everything. Don't
punish your own daughter.

Your own grandchild.
What are you thinking?"

You said all that?

After they hung up, but yeah.

It... it's hard to see, sometimes.

See what?

Well, they don't see what
you and Helen have done.

That you've made a family.

Is he okay? Is he healthy?

She is perfect. Congratulations.

She.

Betty has to see her.

We can send Betty to the nursery.

We're taking your daughter there now

while we clean you up and
make you comfortable.

But can Betty sit with me
first, in here, please?

Please.

We paid for one
Butterfinger three times.

- Miss DiMello?
- Y-yes, is it over?

Is... is everything okay?

The baby's fine.

Oh, my God. Thank you.

Miss Schiff has requested your
presence in the delivery room.

Dr. Scully agreed.

Actually, I'm Dr. Masters.

Dr. Scully is part of my practice.

I'll escort Miss DiMello back.

Hey.

She's gorgeous.

Increase the sedation.

It's not
cauterizing, Dr. Scully.

Systolic?

240.

Pressure keeps dropping.

You want some help, Barton?

Scrub up, Bill.

You need more exposure.

I can't see the
vessels to suture.

Three more bags of
platelets and another clamp.

Hey, hey, my Grandma Pearl always says

that... that you shouldn't
rush a baby's name

'cause a baby practically
names herself.

And I had named our baby Harry.

Am I sick?

Nope, you're not sick.

You're just, um...

this is all normal
after you have a baby.

Doc Scully's taking
real good care of you.

- Something's wrong.
- No, nothing's wrong.

Nothing's wrong. You're
in the delivery room

and our baby's napping in the nursery.

You're okay.

Everything's okay.

We're gonna be a family, remember?

Remember?

Helen, stay with me.

I want my mom.

I want my mom.

We're gonna have to take her now.

Guy called me. I came
as soon as I could.

Oh, God, what?

It's called D. I. C.

It means the blood just won't clot.

We went through 16 bags.

No matter how much we transfused,

or sutured, or...

She just kept bleeding...

...until there was no blood left.

Is Betty...?

Betty's with her.

The grandparents made it clear.

Family only.