Masters of Sex

Previously on Masters of Sex...

So, the two of you catalogue what happens to the human body during sex.

- What else do you do? - Begin.

Of course we're not having an affair, Virginia I'm a married man.

Let me understand. It's okay because you're taking notes?

Whatever this is between us, it can't be undone.

Honest to God, Bill, this is better than my bachelor party.

Soon there won't be a hospital left for you to storm out of.

Whole space up here belongs to Masters and Johnson now.

- I'm the new girl. - Betty can also help with the books.

I was wondering if you could use my help.

You wanna volunteer?

I don't know why I want what I want,

but kiss me.

What things have we told ourselves that make it possible

to do what it is we've done here?

My husband has been having an affair for years.

I know that this thing that we have, I know that I want it.

We have a greater purpose, Virginia.

It hasn't been about the study in years.

What sexual dysfunction are you proposing we treat?

Mine.

We have an opportunity here, to find a cure.

Think of all the people we could help.

Us. A real couple.

You're not really worried about the kids, Gin.

It's that study that you're worried about.

I let my kids go for nothing.

I never meant to hurt Virginia.

No. You never do.

Our father was a monster.

"When you get down on your knees, son, and beg for mercy,"

"that's when I'll stop."

You were just a kid. A boy.

Let the word go forth

that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans...

You awake?

One of us should try to get some sleep.

Again? What's gotten into you?

Nerves. I suppose.

I think you may be in heat.

I've hired a catered lunch for after.

We'll be fine.

- Should I cancel the photographer? - You should stop talking

so I can fuck you properly before we try to sleep.

Because it would be unreasonable

to teach anatomy of reproductive organs,

yet ignore how these organs work.

We categorically refuse to defend ourselves

except in honest discussions.

It would be like studying the heart,

while disdaining any knowledge of how the heart actually functions.

If a review of our work appears,

whether valid or farcical,

we will not write a rebuttal.

There is only one defense to our research...

Stop eating.

...and that is continued research.

You have all received advanced galley proofs of our book,

Human Sexual Response,

to be officially published early next year.

We'll assume you've also read the material,

given your presence with us here today.

But rather than me or Dr Masters talking at you about our work,

we thought that it might be more illuminating

to have an honest discussion,

initiated by questions that you may have.

So it would seem that our only question is,

"Do you have any questions?"

"This maculopapular type of erythematous rash"

"first appears over the epigastrium."

Why didn't you write this book in English?

Mr Buckland, Dr Masters and I have worked

in this field for many years,

and we know all too well the emotional impact the work can elicit...

Meaning a candid, conversational discussion about sex, sexual acts,

even sexual organs, can incite some people,

leading to accusations of indecency or pornography.

So, if the book seems obtuse and geared toward the medical community,

it was done so deliberately.

I thought this was supposed to be an honest discussion.

I don't believe you did write this book for the medical community.

I find it curious a writer from the American Medical Journal

would take issue with a text designed for practising physicians.

I think this is a Trojan horse.

I think you have bigger plans for this work.

I think you've released this material to piggyback

on the so-called Sexual Revolution...

A 12-year study does not piggyback, Mr Buckland.

We have built on the sociological work of Alfred Kinsey, that is true,

but our work has far superseded that.

What Mrs Johnson means is that our work is based on empirical evidence.

Our study is in fact unprecedented.

As you can see from the data before you.

So the idea that we timed this release to capitalise on the Sexual Revolution

as some kind of ploy...

Mr Buckland. We are the Sexual Revolution.

- If this is a joke to you... - I'm ticklish, all of a sudden, honey.

- I'm sorry. Try again. - So I can be ridiculed?

It's sexual touching. And I am not ridiculing. Honestly.

You could rub my, I don't know...

- Rub my rump. - A rump rub?

Sergio, who does my alterations,

sometimes he brushes up against my rear,

- and it can feel a little bit exciting... - A little bit what?

That fruitcake? He rubs your ass and you...

It's completely innocent,

and I'm only using it as an example.

So he's not a fruitcake? There's a missed opportunity.

You're changing the subject.

Because you are forcing me to fondle you like a rat in a lab, Linda.

I don't even know what we're doing here.

We are working to save our marriage!

All right, Mr and Mrs Einhorn.

This seems like a good place to stop.

Now, don't be discouraged.

If you have any concerns about the process,

we can discuss them upstairs after you've dressed.

All right. Baked beans, eggs, coffee.

You've been enjoying oatmeal lately.

It's one weekend, once a year.

I've made my peace with the lake. I'm sure the lake will be very...

Relaxing.

You do know you're gonna have to walk the Einhorns through the next session.

From the beginning. Again.

- If they come back. - They'll come back.

You can tell by the expression on the wife's face.

God. Is there anything scarier?

You could shoot a canon off in here.

What?

You're free to go.

I know that.

Since even Lester left, and you know how he avoids home now,

what with the screaming kids and Caligula in curlers.

His nickname for the missus, not mine.

Anyhoo, you got a full tank.

Should get you to the lake without a refuel.

"Thanks for seeing to that, Betty."

"In fact, thank you for everything you do."

"Honestly, if not for you, this whole operation would be right in the toilet."

I say "thank you." Thank you, Betty.

And this came from Little, Brown and Company.

They threw in a red pencil for free.

So if we take six weeks to proof the galleys,

then Little, Brown's plan is to then send the corrected copies

to a few select journalists,

and then hold some kind of exclusive press conference.

We are not gonna let the publishers decide how we release this book.

And why is that? Because they know what they're doing?

Because once it gets sent out to critics, we've lost control.

- Look what happened to Darwin. - He achieved international fame.

He waited 20 years to publish his life's work,

every detail checked and rechecked,

only to have Cardinal Manning declare it

a "brutish philosophy with no God."

Even his friends said he was "the most dangerous man in England."

Believe me, I know the stakes here.

Darwin got off easy compared to what the critics will do to me.

Be careful, I don't want the pages bent.

A little R&R never killed anyone.

Do you know what I need?

I need four months off. Four months off now.

- So I can finish my degree. - Good idea.

Like storming Omaha Beach,

only to pause on the sand to study French cuisine.

I mean it. You're excellent at proofing, I'm terrible at it.

And I could get my degree in four months, three, if I really kill myself.

And before you say a word, let me point out that every time

I bring up going back to school, you come up with some reason

for why it's impossible.

That's hardly fair, Virginia.

You do, Bill. You do.

Some obstacle, or some subtle form of discouragement.

And yet not completing your degree has always been your decision,

ultimately.

Well, hasn't it?

All right, I may have been, in the past,

less than encouraging. Or downright discouraging.

I suppose. In some instances. But that is not what I'm doing now.

Well, you'll forgive me if I'm a bit suspicious.

Good. We just got here ourselves.

- How was the drive? - Just fine.

Hi.

Let me get that for you.

- Hi, Jenny. - Hi.

- Hi, Johnny. - Groceries in the kitchen.

Johnny, will you watch your brother so he doesn't wander outside?

All right.

Bill, this suitcase is jammed, I can't seem to get it open.

Where is Tessy? She did come with you, right?

She's already down at the dock.

Bill, I broke off the little key in the lock.

- And Henry just never showed up? - Apparently Henry's coming up later.

What are you doing?

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean... - See this box?

No one touches this box.

No one thinks about touching this box.

That is all I ask for this weekend.

- What's in this mysterious box? - The galleys finally arrived.

And I was just making the case to Bill...