All language subtitles for Murphy Brown s09e20 And Thats the Way it Was

Okay, where is everybody?

I want to get this meeting started. I
have got a big story, and I mean big. I

mean monster big. I mean taking out
whole city blocks as it makes its way

through Tokyo big.

Soldiers are firing their guns at it.
Pow, pow, pow! The Air Force is shooting

missiles at it.

It's plowing through transmission wires.

But my story doesn't care. It laughs at
their puny little... Okay, Slugger, we

get it. It's big.

So you want to hear it? Sure, it sounds
great to me. I want to hear it. Morning,

guys. You are not going to believe what
I did. You're right, Frank. We won't.

Here, sit down. I'm just talking. No,
no, no, no, wait. No, wait. This is

You've got to hear this.

Dana and I are sitting at brunch, right?
We're just watching the cars go by.

Oh, man.

Life is so funny.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I
did it.

I took the plunge. I don't believe it.
So you want to hear my story? It

certainly is. And to think you did it
without waking one of us up in the

of the night, whining over the phone, am
I moving too fast? Am I doing the right

thing? Congratulations, Frank.

Wow, our little Frankie's getting
married. But no, no.

It's a car.

I bought a car.

Frank, Frank, I bought a car. This is
not just any car.

It's the new Jaguar XK8.

290 horsepower, 0 to 60 in 6 .3 seconds.

Dual knock sensors.

What do those do?

Oh, I don't know. I spent a fortune on a
car. I have no idea what they do.

Oh, God, what was I thinking?

Did you think I moved too fast? Did I do
the right thing?

Good morning, everyone.

I can't wait to tell you about my
weekend in New York, Miles.

Yeah, yeah, we know. Three weeks of pent
-up frustration exploding in 20 seconds

of ecstasy. Anyway, this tour is going
to be a huge, gigantic interview with

Cronkite. I spoke to Walter Cronkite.
You're kidding me. Walter Cronkite. Can

you believe it? We were at a party.

Miles went up and asked him what he
thought about the state of network news

today. And he just opened right up.

He told us his opinion about everyone in
the business. Wow, that must have been

fascinating. Oh, it was.

He told me he never misses an FYI. And,
well, I could tell you a few things he

said about all of you that would just
knock your socks off. Really? What did

say? What did he say? What did he say?

I can't say.

I'm sorry, but he told Miles and me in
strict confidence, and I promised

I wouldn't breathe a word of it to
anybody.

But boy, if you knew what I knew.

Wow!

Corky, let me ask you something. Do you
know how the Iraqi secret police extract

information from unwilling prisoners?

No. Well, I do, so spill it, girly.

But I can't.

Well, okay.

But this can't go beyond us.

I don't want Walter to think he can't
trust me.

After all, it was a private
conversation. I don't want him to think

The words, Devin. Tell us the words.
Okay.

He thinks I've really grown as a
reporter. Yeah, what about me? What did

about me?

He actually is a big fan of yours,
Frank.

And he loved your piece on the Blue
Angels last month. He did?

Wow. Well, you have to admit, that was
one pretty gutsy piece of journalism.

Yeah, gutsy. is the right word for it.
Some poor Navy janitor had to mop your

guts off the windshield of that F -14.

Hey, I was on antibiotics.

Well, anyway, I think we should get back
to business.

Yeah, Murphy's right. Now, about my
commentary, did he mention it? Did you

what I did last week? Oh, he loved it,
Jim. He said it really moved him.

Moved him?

Really?

You hear that, Uncle Harold? It moved
him.

And the man wanted me to be an optician.

Corky, did he say anything about me?

Wait, why Woody? The man of the national
treasure.

And I'm just a nameless, faceless cog
in... Ashley, he said a change in

leadership at FYI has been seamless.

He thinks you're doing a great job. A
cog who is about to tattoo that man's

beautiful mug right onto my left butt
cheek.

That's how we honor people in my family.

That's very nice.

What about Murphy? What did he say about
Murphy? Yes, what did he say? Save it.

I don't need a pat on the head from
Walter Cronkite to feel good about

I learned early in my career not to care
what anybody thinks of me. Well, you

sort of had to, didn't you?

I want to know, what did he say about
Murphy?

Well, to tell you the truth, he didn't
really say anything. He just sort of

a sound.

Sound? What kind of sound?

Sort of grunt. A grunt? That's not a
grunt, is it? It could be. What do you

think he meant?

I don't know and I don't care, and
neither should any of you.

I am shocked.

Shocked that you would care so much what
anyone thinks about how you do your

job. Here I am with a groundbreaking
story that affects people's lives, and

you care about is some water -cooler
gossip that affects no one but

Well, I, for one, am disgusted.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to
do.

Ouch. She has a point.

I feel terrible.

Well, Shemp, I guess you and Yanni are
just going to have to wait a little

longer for some company.

Oh,

hi, Murphy.

Did you come to see me about something?

No, I don't think so.

Weren't you just about to knock on my
door?

Oh, yeah, now I remember.

11, 12, 13...

14. I wish I had the building across the
street. It's 14 stories high. Franklin

said I would.

Murphy, is there something you want?

No, that was it.

But as long as I'm here, I might as well
stop and chat. You know how I like to

do that.

Stop and chat.

Say, that's a nice chair there. Is that
new? When did you get it?

1989.

Well, it looks great. Mind if I try it
out?

Ooh, springy. I like that in the chair.

What are you doing here, Murphy?

Nothing, why?

Because the only time you ever come up
here is when you're planning something.

Like that time I came back from Florida
and found my whole collection of First

Lady dolls naked on the floor with that
squadron of G .I. Joes.

Don't blame me. They were just a bunch
of lonely recruits on leave in the big

city. It's not funny, Murphy.

Every time I look up on that shelf and
see poor little Eleanor Roosevelt

at me, well, it just doesn't mean the
same thing anymore.

Anyway, if you came up here because you
want to know what Walter meant, I

already told you everything.

Walter? Walter who?

Oh, you mean Walter Cronkite? That's
what you think I'm here for? Cut it out,

Murphy. You're no better than the rest
of us. You're dying to know what Walter

Cronkite thinks of you, and you know it.
What?

Don't make me laugh.

Ha, ha, ha.

Not even remotely curious.

Anyway, it's a no -brainer, really.

You probably just... grunted out of
pleasure after somebody commented on one

my hard -hitting exposés.

My razor -sharp interviewing style?

My satin ado?

Look, Murphy, I told you it was just a
grunt.

Yeah, but I mean, there's all different
kinds of grunts. There's good grunts,

bad grunts, there's indifferent grunts,
there's a whole rainbow of grunts. So

what kind of grunt was it? Oh, I never
should have said anything.

Now it's going to get back to Walter.

Why did I have to open my big fat mouth?

Well, That's a good question, Corky. I
know I'd hesitate before I shared

anything with the likes of you. So, it
was a good grunt then? Yeah, I guess.

I knew it.

When my name is mentioned, what other
kind of grunt could it be?

Although, it was almost the same grunt
he made when he took a bite out of that

candied yam and found a hair in it.

Not really.

Oh, I don't know. Can we just talk about
something else?

You know, I can't believe I said
anything to you.

Promise me you won't tell Walter.

Fine. If you promise not to tell Frank,
Jim, or Kate that I was down here, not

that there's anything to tell, because,
you know, as far as what Walter may or

may not have grunted about me, I don't
care. As far as I'm concerned, the

is closed.

Hello, dearie. Walter Cronkite, please.

Oh, blimey. I'm just a reporter from
London who wants to know Mr. Cronkite's

opinion about various public figures
like, you know, the Pope, God, Murphy

Brown.

Sorry, Ducky, got our English muffins
burning.

Who was that?

Oh, that was Irving Arlovine.

We often talk like that. He's a big
Monty Python fan.

Would you believe it? He's got the whole
fan routine memorized.

Stop it, Murphy.

Who were you talking to?

All right, it was Cronkite's office.

Had to pick Irving Arlovine.

You called Cronkite, but you promised
you wouldn't let it get back to Walter.

I can't believe you'd do that. What, you
can't believe I'd do something I said I

wouldn't do? How long have you known me,
Corky?

Anyway, as long as you're here, I want
you to look at something.

As it turns out, one of the guests at
that party you went to had a video

and he got some film of you and Walter
talking.

What? You told somebody else?

Oh, my God, why didn't you just post it
on the Internet?

Well, I tried, but I couldn't get
through the damn busy signal.

Okay. Okay, now there's Walter talking
to Leslie Stahl. She's playing with her

hair and laughing at what he's saying.
The kid's up. All right, there's Sam

Donaldson. He's playing with his hair
and laughing at what Walter's saying.

is so sad.

Fast forward.

Okay, what is Walter saying to you right
there?

I don't know, and I don't care.

I can't believe I mentioned this to you
in the first place.

Such a blabbermouth.

Oh, now, Corky, don't be so hard on
yourself. You're not a blabbermouth.

Hey, Murph, can we talk to you for a
sec? Oh, sure.

Why don't we go up to the glass table?
Because, um... Or better yet, Courtney's

office. She has this great new chair.

So, you want us to go up there, huh?

What do you think, Jim?

Hmm.

Well, now, is that a good grunt, a bad
grunt, or an indifferent grunt?

Because, you know, there's a whole...

I told you not to tell. I'm sorry,
Slugger, but you deserved that.

The way you lorded it over us yesterday,
making us feel that we were wrong for

caring what Cronkite thought of us.
Yeah, but you are no different than the

of us.

Thanks a lot. I'm glad you guys are
getting such a kick out of this.

Oh, come on, Mervyn. Just relax.

It's not like we announced it to the
bullpen.

Oh, no, rats. I'm too late. You already
told her. We're too late. They already

told her.

That's it. Everybody out. Party's over.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.

There's a reason Cronkite's opinion
matters to all of us.

I can still remember his gripping
coverage of the riots at the 68th

Convention. Boy, I'll never forget
watching him the day Nixon resigned.

Or covering the fall of Saigon.

Yeah, well, it goes deeper than that for
me.

A lot deeper.

I remember watching Cronkite's newscast
the first time John Glenn orbited the

Earth. I turned around.

and there sat my father on the couch in
tears.

That was the first time I realized the
power of journalism.

Walter Cronkite made my father cry.

Not even my mother's lawyers could do
that.

Of course, Dad lived on his allergies
and had the dog sheared.

So, yes, Cronkite's opinion does matter
to me.

He's the reason I became a reporter in
the first place.

But, listen, I'm a big girl. I'll
survive no matter what he thinks of me.

Come on, Art. I mean, what difference
does it make? You said it yourself. Why

should we care what anyone thinks of how
we do our job?

It's easy for you to say.

Cronkite likes your work. I know. Isn't
that cool?

There's a buzz of excitement. Hey, guys.

Hi, Frank. Hi, Frank.

Where's Murphy? Didn't she come with
you?

She wanted to walk over, so I drove on
over here by myself.

You drove here?

Right, we're just across the street.

Oh, he's in a hurry. And what better
machine to be driving when you need to

somewhere faster than the Jaguar XK8?

Zero to 60 in a mere 6 .3 seconds, top
speed of 148 miles per hour.

How come we got here a half an hour
before you did?

Well, um, you know, there's no place to
park, so I had a circle of people.

Look, I bought a cap.

I'm really beginning to worry about
Murphy.

Ever since this Cronkite thing, she just
isn't the same.

I walked past her office this morning.

She looked just like my Uncle Vernon's
prized pig after the little fellow lost

the blue ribbon in a county fair.

Poor animal really felt the loss.

Back to the way the bacon tasted, too.

Hey, guys. Hello, slugger.

Sorry I'm late.

Got wind that Diane Sawyer was trying to
scoop me on that Hong Kong piece I've

been spending the last month working on.
Really? So, what did you do to her?

Well, I called her up. And told her I
thought she'd do a great job and wished

her luck.

I'm sure you have an equally wonderful
story lined up, right, Slugger?

Yeah, I guess. I was thinking of doing a
piece on, I don't know, boats or

something.

Listen, Murph, I know that you're really
down about this Cronkite thing, but,

you know, I have a feeling that all
that's going to change very soon.

Because, you know, there are still
plenty of very important people who

are one great reporter.

Plenty of them.

Plenty.

Like, oh, Tom Snyder.

Oh, Murphy, I have to tell you, it's so
nice to see you. You're doing a bang -up

job, and you make OTS proud to share the
same network call letters with you.

It's really nice of you to say that,
Tom. Hey, Murphy, did you hear what Tom

just said? You know, Murphy, can I tell
you something? You remind me of Bill

Tolvin. In my first news job at KYW -TV
in Philly, a real between -the -eyes

hard news guy. Now, this is a true story
I'm going to tell you. Tom, Tom, Tom.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Anyway, Bill and I were putting the
midnight oil one time at a great gin bar

South Street called The Corkscrew.

Seedy as hell.

The bar, not Bill.

Murphy, you're the best. Keep up the
good work.

Nice try, Frank.

What? Oh, you think I set that up,
Murphy?

Please. Miss Brown, I know that I am not
a wordsmith, but let me tell you

something straight from the heart.

For my money, you are the best
broadcast.

What's this right here?

Journalist.

Journalist in the business today.

Yep, I am in the wrong profession.

Well, guys, I appreciate your concern,
but maybe I should just take what Walter

said as a wake -up call.

I mean, I've been doing this for 20
years. It's a long time.

It's starting to show.

Now, you listen to me.

I've had enough of this.

flat doodle.

Murphy Brown, I know, wouldn't sit there
with her tail between her legs.

Yeah, she wouldn't. Murphy Brown, I
know, wouldn't take this lying down.

she'd stand right up. Murphy Brown, I
know, would find out what Cronkite meant

by that grunt, even if it means telling
him Corky can't keep a secret.

Yeah, no.

Maybe she wants to lie down. Maybe she's
tired. Maybe she likes her tail between

her legs.

You're right.

I can't just sit here, good or bad. I've
got to find out what he thinks of me.

Without telling him I told you, right?

Well, of course, Corky. You told me
something in confidence, and I'm going

honor that confidence.

Just exactly the way you would.

Keep going with her.

Sorry. Pardon me.

Out of my way.

Move it, Grant.

Both of you are so rude.

Oh, there he is. There's Corky.

You know, he looks really busy.

Maybe we should just go. Yep, let's go.
That way Walter doesn't have to know I

said anything to anyone about anybody.

Anyhoo.

Get it, Corky. Come on.

May I help you?

Oh, I know you.

Yes, I'm Murphy Brown. I just want to
talk to Walter.

I'm Carol Fordham.

And you can't.

Walter, but he's been so busy on this
book tour.

I just need five minutes with him. You
know, just five little minutes, that's

all. Oh, I see. You don't want to wait
in line like everybody else.

Exactly. Well, you have to.

You don't understand. I've driven all
the way from Washington. That's a 40

-minute drive.

Oh, that is rough.

Well, I'll tell you what. Why don't you
get in front of the elderly woman in the

wheelchair who's been waiting in line
since 3 o 'clock this morning?

Okay. Forget it.

I'm not going anywhere until I talk to
Walter. Then you'll have to buy a book

and stand in line.

Fine. I'll buy a book and stand in line.

There's a fire alarm out there. I want
you to go pull it. Then when people

panic, I'm going to make a mad dash for
Walter.

Don't stand in line. I'll go buy a book.

Thanks for saving my place. I really
appreciate it.

You were saving my place, remember?

No, I don't.

I guess with all the excitement of
seeing Walter Cronkite, you forgot, so

just refresh your memory. See, I said I
had to go to the bathroom, and you said

that you'd hold my place, and I'm back.
If you have to go, I'll hold your place.

It's there by the drinking fountain.
It's out there somewhere. Go ahead.

Look, I know who you are, and I don't
care. You're not cutting in front of me.

Attention, I'm very sorry, but Mr.
Cronkite is on a very tight schedule and

has a plane to catch and will only be
signing books for five more minutes.

minutes?

Thanks for saving my place.

Thanks for saving my place.

Thanks for saving my place. She was
saving my place.

I can't believe you cut in line.

What, you think I was going to wait in
line with all these suckers?

Just take the book and get Walter a sign
that you can get into a casual

conversation with him. That way he'll
never know I told you anything.

No sweat.

Oh, no.

That'll never work.

Look at him. He's staring into my soul.

He knows.

He knows.

Murphy, hey, how are you? Hi, Walter.

Hi. Golly, thanks for coming. You didn't
have to drive up all this way. I just

sent you a book.

Oh, you know me.

Any chance to get out and wait in line
with people. So there you go. Just right

away. Anything you want about me, the
truth is you see it. Just straight from

the gut.

The good, the bad, the good.

I think I got it there.

Thanks. Next time you're in D .C., feel
free to stop by the office.

Thanks a lot. Look forward to that.

To Murphy.

All the best.

Walter Cronkite.

And what the hell is that supposed to
mean?

It means he really, really likes you.
Come on, Murphy.

Write some more.

I'm sorry, but Walter has to leave now.

but thank you all for taking the time to
come out and meet Mr. Cronkite.

Oh!

Wait, wait, wait. We're not finished
yet.

Murphy, I'm sorry. I've got a plan to
get. Well, I know, but I've got to ask

something. What is that?

Don't worry.

Okay, say there's this one reporter, and
he or she is talking to another

reporter about another reporter. Now, if
that reporter had said something to

this reporter about the other
reporter...

What would that reporter have said about
the other reporter?

I mean... Murphy, I'm 80 or so. Get to
the point.

What did you tell Corky about me at that
party?

Murphy! I see. You want to know what I
think of you, right?

Well, I'll tell you. You're pushy.
You're brash.

You toss all the rules aside to get a
story, and you just don't care who gets

trampled in your way.

And if Charlie Osgood had thrown you out
of that campaign bus at 80 like he

threatened, There would have been a
cheer from reporters heard around the

I paid $26 .95 for this?

Anne Murphy, it's exactly those
qualities that make you one hell of a

In fact, you are one of the best there
is.

And you are a blabbermouth.

What do you know? Did you hear that?

Walter Cronkite said I was one of the
best.

Yeah, heard it.

One of the best.

Wait a minute.

One of the best?

That means there were others.

If he thinks Koppel or Sawyer are even
in the same unit... Cronkite, get back

here. I gotta talk to you.

Hi, Frank.

What's the matter?

Oh, man.

All right, I'll tell you what happened
if you promise not to repeat this to a

soul. Sure.

I'm down in the parking garage, testing
out the turning radius of my new car

when I accidentally dinged Murphy's
Porsche on the right rear fender.

It's really nothing. It's just a tiny
little speck of blue paint. You can't

see it, but if she finds out about it,
she'll go nuts. You have to promise me

not to repeat a word of this to anyone.

Of course.

Hey, guys. What's up?

Really?

Yikes. Her right rear fender?

She is definitely going to notice that
blue paint.

I would not want to be you, Frank.

Slap her mouth.