Masters of Sex

Previously on Masters Of Sex...

We began discussing a potential investor,

Mrs. Johnson and I immediately agreed

that you were the right man for the job.

I'm interested in a fragrance that says "I want you.

Go to bed with me, you can't live without me."

- Uh, you want to...? - To enlist.

I cannot have our son come home

in a flag-draped coffin.

I-I don't... I don't want to do that.

It's in your mom's book.

Jesus, don't be such a prick tease.

He showed me three apartments.

That is a really big step.

But if I don't do something about this now,

then that's all it will ever be, just talk.

You can walk, too, Libby.

Walk away, I mean.

Walk away from my life?

- Like you? - It's Joy.

And they're calling it a brain aneurysm.

You need to come work for me.

But I'm happy where I am.

Come where you're wanted, Barton.

Where you're respected.

What's the story? Married, single?

Uh, married, yes.

"During the first 35 years of the 20th century,

the publishing houses of America

printed more than a 1/5 of a million different books.

Most of them were deadly dull.

Many were financial failures.

So why did I have the temerity to write another book?

And after I had written it, why should you bother

to read 'How To Win Friends And Influence People'?"

May I help you find something?

Um, uh, yeah.

I-I was looking for, uh, "Giles Goat-Boy."

You're in for quite a treat with this one.

Prepare to have your notions of the American novel torn asunder.

Excuse me.

I couldn't help but overhear your conversation,

and I'm quite certain

you're not buying the book you really wanted.

Buzz off.

Is there something I can do for you?

Because you've been browsing for quite a while now.

In fact, there is something you can do.

Three months ago, my book "Human Sexual Response"

was in your front window.

Now it is tucked away behind reference books

in a part of your store that gets very little foot traffic

and has only got three copies.

Look, if you had a question about your book,

why not just walk over to the register and ask?

Because while you were scaring customers off,

I was working and observing.

And it's clear to me that you would sell far more copies--

People who have bought your book tend to call ahead

instead of buying it off the shelves.

So we either have it waiting for them behind the counter,

or we ship it out.

Now that we settled that, buy a book or leave.

In fact, Dale Carnegie would be an excellent choice,

since I'm inclined to believe

that winning friends is not your strong suit.

Uh...

Where's-- where's your mother?

She's next door.

Helping the Edleys.

Are you gonna go next door, too?

I will.

Not now, but... soon.

I need to stay here to look after you.

So...

Go to bed.

Tessa?

Have you seen my letter from Henry?

I could have sworn I left it right here on the nightstand.

You did.

Now I'm putting it back on the nightstand.

So you just-- you took it without asking?

You were asleep.

Besides, you take my strawberry-meringue lipstick.

As if I would want such a thing.

All right.

So, what do you think?

He doesn't sound good, does he?

The part where he talks about not feeling well.

That rash and sweating, fever, nausea.

It's 120 degrees there.

Can't you just focus on the part where he says he found a dog?

Henry always wanted a dog.

"The rain never stops.

And since I chose the wrong MOS,

I keep pulling guard duty 10 hours a night."

What is MOS?

And what are they guarding?

It's the base. It's like a little city.

"If I get transferred to the motor pool,

I'll mostly just be ordering parts,

and occasionally will go along on convoys

to deliver ammo and other supplies."

Do you think that I could call somebody?

Call about what?

About Henry.

And I told you-- I didn't take your lipstick.

Can you just drive me to school?

I'm always late when I stay over here.

This was a very respectable run, Dr. Masters.

15,000 copies is nothing to sniff at.

That's it?

One edition, and-- and our book is done?

How can that be?

We at Little, Brown feel we will have reached

a saturation point in sales.

Everyone interested in the book

will have likely already purchased it.

What about word of mouth?

Don't you expect that to boost sales?

In fact, I have a sense that the book

is actually gaining momentum.

You sense it?

Yes.

I've been doing some of my own research in the field,

where I have seen that demand for the book is,

if anything, uh, growing.

Well, we are getting calls almost every week

from medical schools interested in using it as a textbook.

But not just as textbooks.

The general public has a real appetite for this material.

Many of them are simply embarrassed

to be seen buying it.

If it's a question of perception,

perhaps we should change the perception.

Try to get it discussed in more populist forums--

like women's magazines, for example.

A favorable article or two isn't gonna make the difference.

As we said from the start, the only real way

to get readers comfortable with this work

is to get you two out in front of the rank and file,

the regular folk.

Oh, so we'll go out in front of the general public,

and you can prepare for a second printing.

But the only way a second printing is happening

is if the book sells out.

And the only way for the book to sell out

involves a lot more work from you--

more interviews, more lectures, personal appearances.

Heck, maybe a whole tour of the Midwest.

I cannot put my neck on the line with Little, Brown headquarters

if you aren't willing to get out there and pound the pavement.

So, are you two willing to take this show on the road?

We are. Absolutely.

We'll have to look at our schedules.

Do you like it?

Mm-hmm.

Tell me.

I like it.

Oh, but--

But what?

The truth, Margaret.

I just want the kind of sex where...

So we should keep that appointment.

And Jo?

What do we tell them about Jo?

This is about us, Graham.

Just us.

Ann Arbor is a 10-hour drive.

Betty, we're gonna need you to follow up with--

The Little, Brown man? I'm on it.

Hello, hello.

I'm afraid your Lambert Airport delayed us with the luggage.

Mr. Logan and company.

Allow me to introduce you to my research assistants.

This is Mary Lynn, Mary Ann, and Trudy.

They've just flown in from New York with our fragrance samples,

and we are ready to get straight to work--

after you sign Mary Lynn's book.

All she's talked about since she stepped on the tarmac.

It would be an honor, Dr. Masters.

I'm something of a scientist myself.

Oh. What kind of science?

Astrology.

Uh, I don't seem to have a--

I come prepared.

I'm a Virgo.

Uh, Mary Lynn... was it?

"To a fellow intellectual

and woman of science."

And you should know, ladies,

that Mrs. Johnson is the role model

for all young women of intelligence and ambition.

Degree in psychology, expert in her field,

and she is also eminently gracious.

Being an Aquarius.

Betty!

Uh, is the exam room ready

for Mr. Logan and his backup singers?

Come this way, girls.