Masters of Sex

Previously on Masters of Sex...

The grandparents made it clear. Family only.

You and me get married. I then will adopt the baby

so she is legally mine,

and then the two of us will get divorced.

Nancy has struggled to find her footing here from the start.

Getting the Clavermores back would go a long way

to making her feel her work here is valued.

It wouldn't hurt you either, would it?

Being able to bring your wife a big case like that?

I wanted nothing more than for you to be my mentor.

But instead, you just don't like me.

I like your husband.

Your lifestyle is hurtful

and unfulfilling to him,

and he doesn't dare say it

for fear that you would leave him.

We should be observing homosexuals

exactly the same way we did heterosexuals.

Art, how do you feel about laying the groundwork

to broaden this into a study?

I can start now.

Bill, it's Dody.

Maybe we should get together.

I can come to you.

William Masters?

I'm expecting someone.

My wife. She's not coming.

Has something happened to Dody?

Aside from you breaking her heart?

Therapists are stealing our work.

Put 'em out of business.

We go in as patients.

We go in there? Together?

We each pick a clinic.

I'll take Topeka.

You really need to work on your penmanship, Guy.

I can't tell... after Terra-Haute, do I go north or south?

And I forgot to tell you you have to book

Bill's room in Topeka and mine in Bloomington

under the same names that you booked the clinic appointments.

I didn't get that far.

What do you mean? We both leave in the morning.

I mean I wasn't able to book those sessions

for you or Dr. Bill.

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

It... I mean, it didn't occur to me

when I sent you the letter that, um...

but the last thing I want to do is cause you any trouble.

Well, I-I'm...

just so happens I'm gonna be in Topeka tomorrow.

It's a-a last-minute business trip,

and, uh, well, I was... I was hoping we could meet.

And please bring your husband.

Uh, I want to put his mind at ease about my intentions.

Great. See you then.

Do you have a minute?

So, it turns out that these clinics

only treat married couples.

Guy tried to book individual sessions at the Toplin Center

and the Cleveland Sex Institute.

No go.

So, either we keep looking for places that do treat singles,

or we send Art and Nancy,

which, obviously, is not my preference.

Well, we should go to Topeka together.

That makes the most sense.

Okay, then.

If the Clavermores do prove to be a case

of ejaculatory incompetence,

it won't be sensate that you recommend...

Manual manipulation by the wife.

Don't worry. I've got the protocol memorized.

Good.

I'm trusting you with them.

Gold-star clients. Potential patrons.

I understand.

You need to make sure you have the Kinsey sixes paired

with the other sixes,

the fives with the fives, and so on.

Yes. Don't worry.

That's built into the experimental method.

And you have matched the heterosexual study

in all other essential points?

I have.

I highlighted the route.

Also a few sight-seeing stops.

Laura Ingalls Wilder's house is along the way.

Are we ready?

Yes... oh, one more thing, Guy...

Oh, I know. I am typing up last week's intakes

and bringing a casserole to Betty,

and I will get the copier fixed.

Did you manage to make a copy of the Clavermore file

before the machine broke?

Yes. It's in my office.

I'll go with you.

Women... keep you waiting.

Or so I'm told.

Nancy, the other day... what I said about your marriage,

a-about Art's unhappiness with the arrangement...

I should not have said that.

I crossed a line.

It's fine. There's no need to apologize.

I'm glad to know how Art really feels.

Put on some music.

Let's dance.

We don't have a hi-fi.

Nance...

Nance, what are you doing?

They've only been gone for a second.

They might come back.

A life lived in fear is no life at all.

Oh, this is a comfortable chair.

Let's see.

What would Virginia do?

Oh, I know.

Art, could you bring me

every single one of Nancy's case files?

Well, she doesn't have time for that.

She's too busy plotting how to make Bill hers.

Oh, she tell you that?

She didn't have to. If I know Virginia,

she'll take full advantage of this trip.

They're posing as a couple, after all.

They're going through treatment.

I think she's hoping the Masters and Johnson method

will work on Masters and Johnson.

It's unbelievable the contortions some women will

go through to bend a man to their will.

She's a world-class gymnast.

I could get used to this.

Mrs. Lavery just sat there

as he took the Irish Setter, both cars,

the house on Long Island... everything.

I was itching to just

dramatically bang on the table or something.

Why didn't you?

Who wants to hear from the peanut gallery?

You have good instincts. If holding out is

in the best interest of the client,

you talk them into it, you fight.

There's no such thing as an easy divorce.

Hell, I've been working through split number three since '66.

You're still married?

Only on paper. That remains unsigned.

For three years?

Well, I have an exceptional lawyer,

but he's exceptional enough to have a case load

that puts my divorce pretty far down

on his list of priorities.

Oh, I see. You are representing yourself.

I figured I deserved the best.

Hmm. The best probably would've settled two years ago.

I'll get around... (TOOTH CRUNCHES)

Oh!

Oh, my God, are you okay?

Oh, open up. Let me see.

Oh, you broke a crown.

- (GROANS) - Mm-hmm.

You think it's possible my ex-wife planted this...

walnut shell?

Was that in your food? God, that is absurd.

Uh, excuse me. Uh, can you send

the manager over here, please?

I got to get to Doc Sugarman to either fix this

or give me a fistful of Percodan.

You stay and gripe.

- Well, I... okay. - Ah! Ah!

You're gonna run someone off the road.

I will drive you.

Easy, easy.

I'm gonna take this. For evidence.

Do you think this will still pick up our conversation

if it's not right at the top of the bag?

Keller says we have to get these people on tape

if we want to pursue a patent infringement.

What if we tell them we're both hard of hearing,

and they have to speak up?

Maybe that's how we met:

at a mixer for the hearing impaired.

We do need a cover story, so... who do you want to be?

Ooh,

I've always wanted to be an Earl.

Yes, well, I've always wanted to be a duchess,

but I don't think it's a good idea

to pose as English nobility.

No. I mean I've always liked the name Earl.

Earls are good guys. Hmm.

Earls can tell your tires need air

just by listening to the engine.

Right.

Maybe something more neutral.

Didn't you just buy me

a moustache and a suede jacket?

I think that makes me an Earl.

And you're... uh, what color is the wig you bought?

Blonde-ish.

Ingrid. Ingrid Sorenson.

Ingrid Sorenson MacAfee.