Masters of Sex

Previously on "Masters of Sex"...

I simply want to answer the question...

What happens to the body during sex?

Dr. William Masters.

He's the Alpha dog of coochie medicine.

So are you interested in the job or not?

How can I help?

You will be participating in a medical study

that examines the physiology of sexual response

during automanipulation.

This study will never be seen as serious science,

and you will be labeled a pervert.

You... Pretended to have an orgasm?

Is that a-a common practice amongst prostitutes?

It's a common practice amongst anyone with a twat.

I want my tubes untied.

I'm getting married, and my fiance wants lots of kids.

Your fiance, the peanut king.

Pretzels.

It won't be possible for you to get pregnant.

First, I get the "Just friends" Speech.

Next thing I know, she invites me in.

I am going to marry that woman.

I can't imagine my life without you.

You don't want me, do you, Barton?

Sweetheart, he's a homosexual.

I'm gonna fix this.

I'm seeing a doctor.

I've run across a few treatments.

Electroshock.

Jesus, Barton.

Two of us should undertake the research with each other.

Have sex with our patients?

With each other.

We're scientists.

Let's see.

Virginia.

Lillian Depaul.

Whom we were lucky enough to

lure away from Cornell.

My work is to...

To make pap smears available to every woman in the country.

I know.

It's the one thing I can do

that will hopefully make a difference.

I have cancer.

I'm so sorry.

I'm going to have to hand the work off...

He deserves a family.

You don't have a condition, Libby.

It's Bill.

He's the one with the problem.

I saw your file.

You're pregnant.

That's not possible.

It is.

This conversation is over.

That's what your father always used to say.

Don't even begin to compare him to me!

I wanted to give you this.

You shouldn't be selling yourself short.

I wouldn't sell myself, period.

I quit.

I see you still need a secretary.

I was wondering if you invited Virginia this afternoon,

because she put so much time into this study, so much of herself.

What Virginia does this afternoon, or any afternoon,

is none of our concern.

When it comes to sex,

women have capabilities vastly superior to men.

This kind of smut does not belong in this hospital.

We'll reconvene in my office later.

The world isn't kind to mavericks, Bill.

You're fired.

Will you marry me?

I finally realized that, uh...

there is one thing I can't live without.

It's you.

Mrs. Johnson.

Dr. Crane.

Dr. Adler, please call 824.

You need to leave right now.

This is the ladies' room.

Ever since I saw you in that presentation,

- naked like that... - That was not me!

I can't stop thinking about you.

And even if it were...

I want to take you to dinner.

What? No. No dinner. No nothing.

Virginia.

Dr. Crane, you should know

that I am not above kneeing you in a very delicate spot.

Oh, come on.

Dennis, what the hell?

Nice shot.

I'm just saying you can't take it personally.

Crane's a nephrologist, okay? They're all perverts.

It's not just kidney doctors.

Ever since the presentation,

I'm propositioned a dozen times a day.

I get notes on my windshield.

Just today, somebody left a dildo... a dildo... on my desk.

One of the girls in the bullpen, no doubt.

Jesus. Women are so vicious.

The financial repercussions are even worse.

Depaul's salary... It doesn't even cover essentials,

forget about extras.

And I have no chance of getting a raise here

because apparently I now wear the scarlet letter.

That study.

Honest to god, it's worse than the mummy's curse.

Hey, what about cal-o-metric?

I don't know Cal.

No, um, Elise was going stir crazy.

She was tired of junior league.

She'd had it with scout mothering.

So she decided to start selling cal-o-metric.

It's a new diet plan for housewives.

No, it's easy. You just follow a script.

A script telling women they're fat?

A script telling women like, say, Phyllis here...

From the waist up, Rita Hayworth.

From the waist down, Henry viii.

You'd be able to tell Phyllis

that her long, lonely Saturday nights are now over

because you've got something

that can make her ass match her face.

Don't listen to me. Ask Elise.

She lost all of her baby weight. She had a ton of energy.

Plus she even made enough money to buy herself

a whole new wardrobe that included French lingerie.

Your wife still cares about you enough

to buy French lingerie?

My wife deserves a medal for her forgiving heart.

And my wandering ways are a thing of the past.

Well, how much, uh, French lingerie was she able to buy?

An extra 100 bucks a month worth.

Listen to me, Virginia. Leave the mummy's curse behind.

Because when Lord Carnarvon opened Tutankhamun's tomb back...

Whenever the hell that was,

four months later, he died from a mosquito bite.

And what did it say above that tomb?

"Death shall come on swift wings

to him who disturbs the peace of the king."

Well...

Our study did not have a tomb or a king.

Oh, it had a king.

Dr. Conners to emt room 201.

They do said they don't want me to drive after.

And since, uh, Margaret doesn't know I'm here...

I'm only gonna impose on you for this first one.

Once I get a routine going, I can handle it myself.

I also told Dr. Anders that you would be observing.

He's got a solid reputation. Seems on top of things.

Anyway, I appreciate this, bill.

What? What is this?

You're in the hospital, Barton.

The treatment ended an hour ago.

Treatment? Why?

I... I don't...

You need to rest, Barton.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I... I don't understand.

It's just a suit.

Where's Margaret?

I want Margaret.

Please, I...

Why am I here?

Please call Margaret. I don't understand.

This confusion will be gone shortly.

What? I... I...

Rocket science, it's not.

You buy the product, keep the money from your sales.

Well, not all.

Small percentage goes back to headquarters.

I'm headquarters.

Right. But I... I can't buy the product outright.

That's why I'm here... to make money,

Money that I don't have to spend on diet pills.

Well, I could give you the pills

but the cut to me on the back end goes up.

Up from...?

20% to 50%.

Steep.

Yeah, well,

you don't make the poor richer by making the rich poorer.

Your motto?

Winston Churchill said it first.

Are you sure these pills even work?

When I was on the stuff, I weighed in at 98 pounds.

Okay, 198.

Then I read about all those starving chinese, you know,

The great famine over there,

and who knows if we're next?

You young girls can panic over fat.

I look at it as insurance.

Just follow the script.

Oh, I actually do much better

when I speak to people spontaneously.

You know, from the heart.