Masters of Sex

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 is no way the great Bill Masters is going to admit he's shooting blanks.

You know 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.

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 who gets by on two Serax every day.

Serax? For depression?

I have 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.

-It's... - 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 realise 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.

And yet...

I was waiting.

Until this was done.

I didn't want to be incapacitated for this.

And I guess I was hoping that

maybe the problem would take care of itself.

But it hasn't. So, I will.

I mean, the alternative is...

It's ludicrous.

I mean, given everything, can you even imagine?

No.

And you're all right?

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.

I told you on the phone. Well.

It went well.

Yes, but your voice sounded funny.

Strained. I thought maybe you were waiting to deliver the bad news in person.

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.

Maybe now you can breathe a little easier.

I intend to.

Enjoy the fruits of your labours,

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 three dollars helping the couple next door hang wallpaper.

They're very nice, the Edleys.

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

Maybe he could help you clean the rain gutters.

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,

which is lovely, but it's not enough.

It's not enough for me.

They asked Johnny if I was a single mother.

Can you imagine?

They 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.

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.

- So then why do you need the car? - Because I have an appointment.

With a travel agent.

Bill and I have a lot of trips planned in connection with the book,

and so I'm interviewing a travel agent

who'll 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. - 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've 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 your mind,

or because you think what's going on with you is more important...

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

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 practically raising myself.

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 are 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? 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 post-mortem 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.

- Is she sick? - Next month,

what do we have the second Friday?

That is the 12th?

And the LeVanders are coming in from Phoenix for a follow-up.

Okay, move them to the following week.

Well, if I recall, Mr LeVander was already gonna be here that week on business.

Reschedule it, Betty.

And 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.