All language subtitles for murphy_brown_s01e03_nowhere_to_run

Nowhere to run to, baby.

Nowhere to hide.

Got nowhere to run to, baby.

Nowhere to hide.

It's my love that I'm running from.

It's a heartache, I know it's come.

Because I know you look for me.

But you become a part of me. Everywhere.

Your face I see.

Every step I take, you take with me.

Nowhere to run, baby.

Nowhere to hide.

Got nowhere to run, baby.

Nowhere to hide.

I know you're no good for me.

But three of you, I'll never forget.

Miles, I've been looking for you.
There's a story idea I've been working

It's a very special piece, and I'm very
passionate about it, Miles.

I hope you say yes.

What is it?

I want to interview Indira Gandhi.

She's dead.

Well, then somebody like her go to my
ears.

Also dead.

Well, it doesn't have to be someone in
politics. Margaret Mead. Dead.

All women, all famous, all dead.

I think I'm on to something, Miles.

Hi there.

I'm Miles Silverberg, executive producer
of FYI.

Let me be the first to welcome you to
our little family.

Listen, how is Murphy today? Good mood?

Sure. Fine.

Great. See?

Despite what you may have heard, Murphy
Brown can be a kind and caring person.

Get lost!

I'll need the German footage by Saturday
latest.

Mickey, I'm begging you, for the good of
the show, and for two 40 -yard line

seats. That's my guy.

Miles, I think I'm finally getting
somewhere here. I've got a source that

his father met Borman in Argentina as
late as 75.

Oh, the missing Nazi thing.

Right, and there's a very good chance
that Geisler and some others are living

a small fishing village on the coast of
Argentina.

Ooh, I can see why you're so excited.

Geez, we get a shot of some old geezer
in some big rubber fisherman boots, and

maybe a shot of another old geezer
playing Parcheesi by a bait -and -tackle

shop.

Exciting stuff.

Cut to the chase, Miles.

Well, I did come down here with another
story area, but it's really more of a

current slash today type of thing, you
know. Headline blockbuster.

Who needs it, huh?

Besides, I can see you're already
married to this old geezer Nazi thing.

You know, Diane Sawyer did the same
story on 60 Minutes last week, but hey,

not like people compare you or anything.
What's your story?

I just got a telephone call.

Anonymous. It looks like there's some
dirty laundry on a highly visible

prosecutor. Something about
prostitution.

You expect me to drop everything because
a federal prosecutor is fooling around

with hookers? Miles, that's not a story.
That's a given.

Even if the prosecutor is Robert Hawk,
who happens to be putting together a

Senate campaign?

Keep talking.

The prostitution stuff is probably just
a tiny, itsy -bitsy part of a very big

payoff. Some sort of not -so -legal
favor.

By whom?

I thought you weren't interested. I'm
not.

Who made the payoff?

I don't know yet, but I've been promised
it's someone very big.

Who's your source?

The Asp.

The what?

The Asp. What?

Asp. A -S -P. Like the deadly snake.

But if you're more comfortable with a
story about retired Nazis who fly

I'll give this ad 15 minutes. That's it.

11 o 'clock.

Bill, the Asp will be waiting.

Now there's a face I recognize.

Hey there, Bill.

What can I get you? Nothing yet.

I need to ask you.

Is there an Asp here?

What?

Asp! Asp! Like the snake.

Oh!

Sure, over there.

Okay, if you've got something for me,
let's see it. Otherwise, I've got things

to do.

Hey, lady, I just came in here for a
drink.

What are you talking about?

What the hell, you smell good. I got 30
bucks.

You looking for the ass?

Hey, wait.

You're Murphy Brown.

Okay, I'll go 40 bucks.

You're the ass?

I don't remember. I've been sitting here
so long.

I couldn't get here any sooner. I've got
a very busy day. Oh, I know you're very

busy, busy, busy with this and that and
blah, blah, blah. You want a drink?

No, thanks. You got something for me
about Robert Hawk?

Federal prosecutor, my eye.

Guy's a crook, I know.

I was his secretary for six years.

This is from Hawk to Leon Sturgis, the
crime boss.

That's right.

You know, honey, you put on a little
weight, you better lay off the crullers.

Situation has been resolved.

charges dropped six digits well
received, as were Fifi and her sister,

thanks, Bob.

You're telling me Hawk has mob
connections?

Why are you doing this?

Well, if you must know, I got tired of
him undressing me with his eyes.

The guy is a lizard.

I am not a piece of meat.

Right. Listen, how can I get in touch
with you?

You can't.

You gotta do the rest yourself.

Well, it's been a fiesta.

What are you looking at?

Hey, you walk like that, you gotta
expect it, kid.

Get me the federal building right away,
please. Oh.

And I'll need copies of anything on Leon
Sturgis from AP or UPI for the last

three or four years.

Sure. Fine.

Listen, I want you to know that I'm
sorry I haven't been able to spend more

with you. I know it's your first day and
sometimes I can be a little gruff, so

just let it roll off your back, okay?

Sure. Fine.

No problem.

There's a roving band of gypsies behind
you, and they want you to be their

queen.

Sure. Fine.

No problem.

It's open.

Hang on to your penny loafers, Miles. I
just spent all afternoon in the

archives. In March of 87, Leon Sturgis
was accused of tax evasion.

has the case dismissed because of
insufficient evidence, then a federal

investigator decides to reopen the case
and Hawk had him fired.

Ooh, I love the smell of this mild.

Murphy, I was thinking it over.

I mean, this guy Sturgis, though he was
just trying to save a few bucks on a

1040, who doesn't do that?

What's the matter with you?

Nothing's the matter with me.

I just got to thinking, hey, let's
lighten up here.

Let's give the poor guy a break.

And, you know, it's kind of disturbing
to me to be thinking this. While we're

wasting our time on this, Hitler's
golfing buddies are running around scot

-free.

You're blithering. What is going on with
you?

Some guy called.

He said if we don't drop the story, he's
going to send me to Toledo in several

small sandwich bags.

Is that what this is all about?

Hey, everybody.

Miles just got his first death threat.

Death threats happen to every good
journalist, Miles. You've got to look at

as a rite of passage.

I'm sorry. I had my rite of passage.
There was a rabbi in a big buffet.

Why would this guy want to kill you? I'm
the one doing the story.

That's what I told him.

But...

They watch you on TV every week, and
they think you're really pretty, and

they're still kind of old -fashioned
about killing women.

Talk about your sexism. All the more
reason to nail these guys to the wall.

Your hair's on fire.

No problem.

So let me just get this clear here,
Murphy.

You're saying I should treat this death
threat business like a crank call.

You know, Miles, we've all been in your
position. Believe me.

The first time I got a death threat, I
nearly went berserk.

What did you do?

Two minutes to air time.

I looked down and realized I'd put on a
light blue tie with a brown suit.

Stack of items.

What we're trying to say, Miles, is it's
only a scare tactic.

They never follow up.

Yo, is there a Miles Silverberg around
here?

I need to see Mr.

Silver.

Mr. Silverberg on some business?

He called about a bodyguard.

I'm Miles Silverberg.

Hey, how you doing? Tiffany Howard.

Tiffany?

Isn't that sort of a girl's name?

Now, as you know, rates increase
substantially for 24 -hour protection

multiple locations, plus transportation
to or from.

So, how long are you going to be needing
protection?

Well, I guess until Wednesday, until we
run the story on Leon Sturges. By

then... Oh, wait a minute.

Leon Sturges? The mob guy?

Yes, but like I said, by then
everything... Oh, wow.

I forgot. I got a jazzercise class in
three.

I could kick myself for not remembering
what a dunce I am.

You have a nice day.

I'm a dead man.

Sure. Fine. No problem.

Oh, no.

Well, when did Mrs. Perron pass on?

Please send my condolences to Mr.
Perron.

Oh.

This is depressing.

Corky, why don't you try Imelda Marco?

Very funny.

Hello, I'm Murphy Brown.

Oh, yes, I know. It's a pleasure to meet
you. I am Katie Holtz. Hi, Katie.

Listen, I know you've probably gone
through this with personnel already, but

just out of curiosity, what sort of
background do you have?

Well, I worked for five years as an
administrative assistant at the Ross

Corporation, and before that as an
executive secretary for two years at

and Hobbes legal offices. Oh, great.
Excellent.

I'm sure this will work out fine.

Oh, so am I. I already like you. And
when I spoke to Satan this morning

breakfast...

Take this stapler to the lobby.

Hey, Murphy.

Jim.

Frank. So, how are you?

Miles, what happened to you?

Oh, nothing really.

A car lost control on South Capitol. Ran
up on the sidewalk.

Miles, I know what you're thinking, but
I'm sure it was an accident.

And followed me for two and a half
blocks.

But I guess that sort of thing has
happened to you guys, huh?

How you doing on the story?

I'd hate to think you hit any snags that
would make us have to drop it.

Miles, I'm this close to frying these
guys.

Oh, good.

Great.

Oh, look at the time.

to the death threat, do you?

Well, if he asks you to slow dance near
a window, ixnay, babe, ixnay.

What am I supposed to do? Drop the
story? I've never dropped a story. It's

extortion. Look, why don't you take what
you've got to the prosecutor's office?

Let them handle it from here. The whole
office could be dirty. I don't know the

good guys from the bad guys yet.

Frank, what would you do?

Ask your advisor.

It wouldn't be so bad if he'd just tell
me to drop the story, but he's being so

brave. I know. My bet in the office pool
had him on a bus to Seattle two days

ago. I hate when stuff like this
happens.

Everything was working so well. I was
going to put guys in jail. It's my

favorite thing.

Don't take it so hard, Murph. The
Republicans are still in office.

other chances.

Miles?

How'd you know I was here?

The janitor.

The janitor?

Ernie.

Ernie told you I was here?

I can't believe it.

He said they'd have to cut out his heart
before he'd tell.

That's what he said, Murphy. He said
they'd have to cut out his heart.

Look, I know this hasn't been easy for
you.

Easy?

I stopped answering my phone.

I'm afraid to start my own car, so I
took the subway.

Where, by the way, I was mugged.

There's a reason why I needed to find
you tonight.

I've been giving this a lot of thought,
and considering the circumstances, I

think we should drop the story.

What?

It isn't all bad.

I can pass it on to Jane Pauley. Maybe
they'll kill her.

Wow, I really appreciate it, Murphy.

But I've been giving it some thought,
too.

And I've decided that we're journalists,
right?

Free and courageous press is the
backbone to this society.

The public needs to know the truth, and
it's our responsibility to see that they

get the truth, regardless of personal
risk.

Crime cannot, must not, win out.

We can't drop the story, Murphy.

We owe it to the American public.

Okay.

What the...

Kidding! We don't owe the public
anything.

They don't care. We don't even know most
of them anyway.

I was kidding, Murphy.

I'm here all alone, waiting for some guy
to come in here and hack me up like a

piece of liver.

Miles, it's late. I've got a long drive
home. You're in bed already.

Now what's it going to be, story or no
story?

Why are you making me decide?

I thought you'd do the story no matter
what.

So did I.

Oh, will you stop looking at me like
that?

Like what?

Like Bambi caught in my headlights.

This should be easy. Cut and dried.
We're journalists. We run stories.

But I like you, Miles.

I like that you never give up.

I like the way you pester me.

I'm even getting used to the smell of
clearasil in your office.

Believe me, I hate it that I like you.

That's the nicest thing you've ever said
to me.

Just don't blab it around, okay?

All right, let's come to a decision
here.

You know, all I ever wanted to do was
work in the news.

When I was a kid, that's all I'd watch
on TV.

I'd think, wow, look at those pictures.

There's a reporter and a camera crew
crawling around in the trenches getting

that story.

Those guys are heroes.

Other kids wanted to be cowboys.

Not me.

I had this fedora with the word scoop
written on a little card stuck in the

brim.

We run the story.

You got it.

You gonna be okay?

Yeah.

See you tomorrow.

And late today, both Robert

Hawk and Leon Sturgis were arraigned in
federal court.

Hawk has been charged with accepting a
bribe and obstructing justice, while

Sturgis was brought up on three counts
of bribery and two counts of obstructing

justice. In addition, federal
authorities are now looking into

extortion.

Jim? Thank you, Murphy, for that
electrifying report.

Frank, fascinating tour of Edwards Air
Force Base.

And Corky, interesting visit to a
seance.

Nice job.

This has been another edition of FYI.
Good night.

And we're clear.

Has anybody seen Miles?

Silverberg? Is he still alive?

Bernie, you've seen Miles today.

Murphy! Ben!

Fantastic job, winner.

Miles, where have you been? If you ever
scare me like this again, I'll kill you.

I fell asleep in the bathroom, but I got
up to the booth just in time to see

Sturgis being taken into custody.

Did we stand our ground?

Yes,

people know not to mess with Miles
Silverberg.

Miles,

don't make me dead use.

Hey, Miles, you got a call. Oh, yeah?
Yeah.

A guy named Leon something said, I'll be
out in five to seven short years, then

I'm going to hunt you down and kill you
like a hog in the street.

No, that's a D. It says a dog in the
street. Why would a hog be in the

Well, it says hog. Look at it. You're
out of your mind. That's a D. Dog in the

street. A hog wouldn't be in the street.
That's stupid.

Miles, some advice.

Hang tough.

You made the right choice, you know.

Right.

So, see you tomorrow.

Wait a minute.

That's it?

Did I forget something?

I don't know.

It just seems a little strange, doesn't
it?

After all this, life goes on as usual.

Oh, I guess you thought that maybe when
someone risks their life, there'd be

some acknowledgement.

I don't know.

Hey, everybody.

Let's hear it for Miles.

Yeah.

I'm home.

Come on. I know you're here. You're
always here.

Oh, geez. Could you please keep it down?
I got a splitting headache.

Do you know you need a new box spring?

Oh, I see you got a lot done today.

Scaffold still here.

Wall still unfinished.

But I don't...

I had one of those really perfect days,
and I feel great.

What do you got to be so cheery for? You
know, it's very annoying.

What's wrong with you?

Painter's block.

The trim, it just, it doesn't, it
doesn't sing to me.

Well, I think maybe you need a little
inspiration.

I've got just the thing.

Oh.

I'm not in the mood. I'm not in the
mood. Use the headphones.

Come on, Eldon. How could you listen to
this and not feel better?

I bet you're a great dancer.

Come on, Eldon. Life's too short. It's
good for the soul. Come on.

You dance like a white girl.

What are you talking about?

This is the front line.