Masters of Sex

Previously on Masters of Sex...

The study is back.

Are you signing up? Please say yes.

Heck yes.

This is your partner for the evening.

I-I've never not risen... to the occasion ever.

The reason I couldn't fuck that woman

is because I was expecting Jane.

Nonperformance is an equally valuable part of the study.

You're gonna study actual sex?

Eventually.

Queer sex, too?

I met a young man at the brothel.

Uh, a prostitute... Uh, homosexual.

The men who pay to see him, they're salesmen or lawyers

or a provost of a major university.

What the hell is this, Bill?

Virginia. Dr. DePaul.

Doctor, if there's anything I can ever do to help you...

I could use a coffee.

Is that the heartbeat?

Libby...

Just look at me and tell me.

Is this baby gone?

I'm so sorry.

What happened was not your fault.

It wasn't?

So whose fault was it?

You are a powerful man,

but you are not that powerful.

A clitoral orgasm is a purely adolescent phenomenon.

The proper response of mature women upon reaching puberty

is a natural transfer of pleasurable feelings

from the clitoris to the vagina during sexual intercourse.

An inability to achieve orgasm through intercourse

is an indication of an arrested development

in a female,

whose sexual frigidity requires psychiatric treatment.

My father revolutionized modern thinking

with his views on female sexuality.

But at the end of his life, he admitted

his understanding of the female psyche was limited.

If you want to know more about the nature of femininity,

he said, you will have to consult the poets.

Which I'm sure

makes all you doctors sitting here today very nervous.

I will now take questions.

You're making some of the girls here uncomfortable.

It's okay, Kathleen.

He's just waiting for Jane... again.

I heard she's not coming in today.

Did she call in sick or, uh...

She did say something about going to see a doctor.

Virginia took her.

Oh, what was the name...

Dr. Lloyd...maybe or...Dr. Freed?

Yes, Dr. Freud, Virginia Johnson...

Washington University.

It's a great honor to hear you speak in person.

Doctor, your father's theory

that the female orgasm achieved by masturbation

is "immature" compared to one achieved

through sexual intercourse...

has that ever been scientifically proven?

I'm not sure I understand what you're asking.

Has there ever been any scientific evidence

to substantiate this theory... any physiological data

t-that differentiates between the two types of orgasms?

Well, I, for one,

can't imagine how procuring such data would be possible...

let alone decent.

Hi. Hey.

I hope I'm not barging in.

No.

How... How are you? How's... How's the baby?

Fine, we're all fine... Busy bees.

And look at you.

You've done something new with your hair.

Yes, I had it cut a few weeks ago.

Um, Bill and I are going out of town for a few days to Miami.

And I called Silver's about the milk delivery,

but I didn't want the mail to pile up.

Don't give the mail another thought.

You just sit by the pool and drink mai tais.

I'm so jealous.

I'd better go. Thank you.

What are neighbors for?

And you must give me the name of the girl who does your hair.

You look darling.

Did you get the minutes from the Obstetrical Society dinner?

Yes.

And the new issue of Fertility and Sterility?

Oh, and before I forget... Your I.D.

Now you're impersonating me.

I hope you didn't tarnish my good name with Anna Freud.

Not at all.

Although, I did leave a bit curious.

So, according to Freud,

there are two types of orgasms, immature and mature?

Have janitorial give the place the once over.

There's dust in here from the Truman administration.

So he's saying that one orgasm is better than the other?

As I understand it, he's saying when a woman reaches puberty,

there's a transfer of sexual response

from the clitoris to the vagina.

The external or clitoral orgasm

is the province of adolescent girls.

Mature women experience sexual response

intravaginally with their husbands.

Otherwise they're frigid.

But who would believe something like that?

My patients.

That's why we keep the exam rooms stocked with Kleenex.

A quarter of the women who walk through my door

tell me they're frigid.

Well, maybe that's because their husbands can't get the job done.

Does he ever address the man's role in any of this?

Honestly, all of Freud's theories

have their limits.

I stopped reading him

after my college paper on the Oedipus complex.

I nearly put my own eyes out.

Oh...Dr. Hill wanted me

to look at his paper on colonic endometriosis.

It's not exactly beach reading.

Bill, you're not taking all that stuff to Florida.

That's ridiculous.

I haven't been on vacation since...1953.

Well, Libby needs some time away.

And you do, too, Bill.

Hey.

Missed you, stranger.

No.

No? What's your pleasure, then?

I need to know

if you've ever mentioned my name to anyone...

disclosed the... the nature of our...

relationship.

Are you asking do I kiss and tell?

'Cause if I did, I wouldn't have any repeat business.

You... you never... spoke to a sex researcher?

A... A what?

Sex researcher?

Are there people who do that... They research sex?

I want that job.

I want you to tell me the truth.

Am I the only boy who's ever shown you a good time?

You didn't strike me as a first-timer when we got together.

So maybe one of them told somebody.

Look, I wouldn't want to ruin a good thing.

And...I'm not just saying that as a businessman.

I like you.

I'm glad to see you again.

I bought you some athletic socks.

You can't wear argyles on the beach...

Unless you want to look like the Duke of Windsor.

Hmm.

I still haven't dared to try on my bathing suit.

Of course there is a nude beach near the hotel.

We could leave our suits at home...

Feel the sun glinting off our naked bodies.

Hmm?

Oh, you're somewhere else.

In an Austrian prison with Dr. Freud...

"Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain

and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead."

Not the most rigorous science.

I asked Nancy Lawson to fetch the mail.

You should have seen the way that she stared at me...

Like I'm a charity case.

Nancy Lawson is a bore.

They all pretend like nothing's happened.

But I was pregnant. They all know it.

No one knows it in Florida.

Better to focus on the future.

I keep thinking about Christmases when I was a girl.

Before my mother died, we...

we always had a big Douglas fir and stockings by the fire...

A plate of carrots for the reindeer.

Do you still hang stockings if you don't have a family?

We'll hang mistletoe.

Libby, we have a family.

Just the two of us...

That's enough for me.

Barton? Is that you?

Sorry I'm so late.

I was coerced into having drinks with the new dean of faculty.

Oh.

Now I can tell the board firsthand what a dullard he is.

Mrs. Scully, are you reading a dirty book?

A loan from Vivian.

I wanted to read it before I saw it.

Everyone's mad about it.

"She rubbed her fingertips over her breasts,

"and this caused

"an odd tightening somewhere between her legs

that puzzled her but was, somehow, very pleasant."

I'm not sure I want our daughter reading this.

She's young and curious.