All language subtitles for murphy_brown_s06e15_the_thrill_of_the_hunt

Oh, jeez. Not this again.

Deja hunt.

You missed me, didn't you? You did? I
can see it in your eyes. Hold that

thought. Yes, I'm listening.

You just don't get it, do you, Petey?
What happened when I walked in here four

months ago and found you using my phone?

Oh, nothing at first, but over time...
And didn't you notice how the entire K

section of your Rolodex mysteriously
disappeared?

Or wonder why Mrs.

Hirschfeld kept showing up on Wednesday
to give you piano lessons?

Okay, maybe I did miss you a little bit.

Okay, bye.

I'm sorry, what were you saying? All I
heard was something about missing me?

You know, dealing with one playful
infant a day is about my limit, so let's

the small talk. What are you doing here?

I'm in town while the network has my arm
checked out by a specialist.

Oh, yeah. We heard about your little
incident. Got tagged by a Serbian

eh? What happened? Use his phone without
asking to?

Well, just between us, that sniper story
has been a little overblown.

The whole incident actually started over
a disagreement about Slava Gale.

He said it was less filling, I said it
tasted great, and... Cute.

Always good to see you, Petey. The door
swings inward.

Guys, I've missed your warm, fuzzy side.

Although I did catch a couple weeks back
on a satellite feed your piece on

welfare reform. I thought it was
comprehensive.

Ah, and I loved your last report from
Sarajevo, especially the part where you

called the Serbian rebels soldiers
without sympathy.

If I'm not mistaken, the same thing you
called Somali guerrillas the month

before. Nice going, Petey. Or should I
say, read Petey.

Murphy, I... Peter!

You're back! I don't believe it!

Peter's back! Hey, everybody!

Look who I found!

You poor thing, you! We heard all about
your arm. How are you doing?

Well, I still can't hang glide without
veering off to the left, but otherwise

I'm getting back.

Peter, I know I can speak for the whole
gang, but I think you have been missed

around here. Isn't that right, guys?

Anyone know the date?

Buy a sniper.

That must be one heck of an interesting
story.

Well, actually, that sniper story was
network PR.

The truth is I got involved in a little
brawl over a card game and give me your

best shot lost a little something in the
translation.

Is he a man of the world or what? I want
an autographed copy of those memoirs.

Yeah, well, I'd love to stay around and
rehash old times, but I promise some of

the suits upstairs they could get their
pictures taken wearing my sling. See ya.

Wait, wait.

Easy, Deft, easy.

I can handle it. Let me get down that
way. Thank you very much.

Don't you be a stranger.

Miles, why didn't you just offer to
carry his school books and walk him to

road?

Excuse me for trying to make the most of
an opportunity.

I think it's pretty clear to all of us
what Peter was doing here.

Well, of course it is. He came back to
see me.

Sometimes this body is such a curse.

all admire the way you handle the
responsibility.

I was thinking maybe it was something
different.

Do I have to spell it out for you? Peter
Hunt wants back on FYI.

Next time read the label, Miles. Not to
exceed six capsules in 24 hours.

You guys call yourselves reporters.

The guy is stateside for the first time
in months and he has nothing better to

do than just drop by. He wants back. He
just can't bring himself to say it.

Of course, that's it. He's shy, a poor
shrinking violet.

Guess you never saw him lolling around
the executive sauna, blithely ignoring

the towel rule.

Even so, that doesn't mean he's
comfortable enough to waltz in here and

announce, I made a mistake, take me
back.

Unless something were to happen that
would make those words a little easier

say.

Something like, oh, a carefully
orchestrated outpouring of affection

us. I'm thinking maybe a...

Casual lunch today at Phil's? What do
you say? Count me out.

Actually, I'm on.

Listen to you.

Not me, Miles. Count me out. I'm busy.

Can't you people consider this show for
once?

Peter added a certain chemistry to this
show. And if he wants to come back on,

bringing ratings and demographics with
him, I don't want anybody standing in

way. One o 'clock, Phil's. And I expect
you all to be there.

Oh, and, Corky, if you wanted to run
home and slip into something a little

clingy...

you that red thing that kind of... Never
mind.

Hi, Miles. Looks like I'm the first one
here.

Actually, you're the only one here.
What?

Jim didn't see the point. Frank couldn't
get away from his street patrol story.

And Corky said something about not
wanting to stoke the embers of Peter's

desire.

Then I showed up.

Geez, you asked me to do something and I
do it. I must be coming down with

something.

Now... I've been thinking about how to
handle this with Peter.

We need a laser -like, almost surgical
approach.

Too desperate, we could scare him off.
Too coy, he won't feel wanted. He's not

wanted. Now, I'm not asking for much.

I'd like you to smile, nod, and be
demure.

Okay, maybe we could just stuff your
mouth with beer nuts.

Peter, you made it.

How was the walkover? Not too strenuous,
I hope. Here, let me get this chair for

you. No, Miles.

Thanks. You know, the others felt
terrible about not being here, but I can

hardly describe how thrilled they were
seeing you again. Isn't that right,

Murphy? You want back on the show or
not? Murphy!

What, not surgical enough for you?

What Murphy is alluding to, Peter, is
that if the notion of returning to FYI

ever crossed your mind...

I might be able to make that concept a
reality.

Miles, I really... No, no, no.

Don't you talk yet.

I haven't told you about some of the
changes we've made at FYI.

We've enlarged our research staff. We
just got new editing equipment.

And our vending machine now has Kit
Kats.

As you both know, the idea of being
behind a desk full -time... Did I say

-time? Part -time.

You could be FYI's own Vasco da Gama.

Circling the globe on your way to ever
more exotic locations. I really don't

think... Okay.

Not part -time.

Occasional reports.

We only need to see you during sweeps.
One time.

One appearance only.

You can talk about your experiences as a
reporter on the front line. Murphy

could interview you, right, Murphy?
Miles, look, it's obvious that... All

I'll do it.

You will?

Yeah, I'm in town between assignments.
Why not?

Well, hey!

family again. Look, I don't have enough
work to talk for one day, Peter.

Are you

all right?

I'm fine, really. Guys in the emergency
room said the bullet just grazed me.

What bullet?

Please. I don't believe you, Frank. You
are so insecure.

Peter gets shot, so now you have to
pretend that, ew, there's blood.

What are you thinking?

Does it hurt?

Nah. It's not too bad, really. I went in
with the cops to cover a drug deal.

Guy got a little panicky, fired off a
few rounds. I got caught in a crossfire.

End of story.

Why'd you go and take a chance like
that? You could have gotten yourself

That's not a nice thing to do to your
friends.

Hey, okay, okay. Look, I think I've had
my share of attention for one day.

Come on, everybody back to work.

Oh, and Miles, don't worry.

I'm sure I can have something cut
together for tonight's show.

You're not still planning on going on
tonight.

And let some gun -toting punk keep this
news professional from doing his job?

I don't think so.

Not this guy.

What happened to you?

It's a routine assignment.

I got caught in a little gunfire. You
know how it is.

You all right?

It takes a little hot lead to slow me
down.

It also goes to show you don't have to
be in Sarajevo to catch a .45.

Actually, in Sarajevo, you're more
likely to catch a .22. That's what got

Oh, yeah?

Hey, don't feel bad. I mean, it's not
like a .22 doesn't pack a mean little

thing.

If you men are finished comparing the
size of your bullets, we have a few

to go over.

Just want to double -check some facts.

Uh, how long have you been in Sarajevo?

Three weeks.

When did you first start covering
Bosnia?

July 91.

Why'd you come back here?

I got shot.

The guys upstairs wanted somebody to
look at my arm. Stop me if any of this

sounding familiar.

I've heard your story, Petey.

I'm talking about why you came back
here.

Is this the only phone you could find in
Washington?

Well, actually, I usually prefer the
princess model, but you've got that cute

little auto -redial feature that I...
And why'd you agree to this interview?

One reporter interviewing another. It's
puppies, and you know it.

I'm guessing it's because you needed a
little attention.

A familiar place to swagger.

Who would have thought that the guy who
used to say it's all about the story

would jump at the chance to be the
story? I don't need attention to

my... Oh, no funny comebacks. Now,
what's the matter? Getting a little too

to the truth, Peavy?

Yep. Looks like you fell in love with
your own hype.

So tell me, what's next? Book signings
at the mall? Little P .E. pin -up

calendar? What about your own cologne?

You could call it smell of the hunt.

God, you are irritating, you know that?

You want to know why I came back?

I was unloading my Jeep when the sniper
fire started.

I was just about to take off, and this
face flashes in front of my eyes.

Was it my mother's face? Or my first
-grade girlfriend's face? Or Cindy

Crawford's face? No.

It had to be your face.

I froze, and that's when I got hit.

Now, I don't know why it happened, but I
hate that it happened.

I just thought if maybe I came back, I
could figure it out.

Well, I don't know what to say.

You were in a situation where you could
have been killed, and you saw my face?

I think it's hysterical. So what was I
wearing?

Fine. You want to laugh? Laugh. But
don't think you don't have a few things

explain here, too. Like what? Like why
you're the only one who didn't think of

an excuse to skip lunch with me last
week.

Why you didn't back out of an interview
you know is a puff piece. And why you

care so much about why I'm back.

I'm thinking it's because I've been on
your mind, too.

Oh, you are so full of yourself.

Are you sure it wasn't your own face
that flashed in front of your eyes?

so you didn't answer me because you're
afraid to.

Because you know something's going on
here, and you hate it as much as I do.

I really don't need this. I have a full
and complete...

life.

Sure, I shut off this part of it, but...
I really don't miss it.

Because I have two Emmys, five
Humboldts, or was it six Humboldts? It

EPA scandal, the BCCI, HUD.

No, I did win for HUD.

You've got to trust me when I tell you
that I'm much better with two arms.

Wait.

There's something you should know.

The lock on my door is broken.

Slide the file cabinet over.

They're still not here.

They'll be here.

Murphy hasn't missed a show yet. Did you
buzz your office?

Not in the last 30 seconds.

It's three minutes to air, John. Buzz,
buzz, buzz.

Can't believe I sent him in there alone.

The man's disabled, practically
defenseless. Buzz!

Where have you been?

We were moving some furniture. He helped
and the elevator was locked. There's a

moment.

She wasn't too rough on you, was she?

I'm walking over here now.

What's this?

What? What's what? We got a post -it
note stuck on your back, and you got a

couple of colored paper clips in there.

I got it.

All right, one minute, everybody.

That's it. He knows. They all know.

Everyone's watching us.

Don't look.

They don't know.

How could they know? There's nothing to
know. We didn't do anything.

We almost did something. We were going
to. At least, you sure were. Oh, well, I

counted two very busy hands, and at
least one of mine is in a sling.

I can't believe it. I've had sex with...
people and not felt as awkward as i do

now would you take it easy all we did
was kiss and i did that flutter thing

that's usually a good move for me not
that you would have noticed exactly

in the moment to have an intercom
buzzing every 15 seconds hey you weren't

one sitting on it and you know this is
all safer and flashed in front of your

eyes we wouldn't even be here now will
they ever stop bickering 20 seconds to

air and they're practically on top of
each other

Three, two... Good evening and welcome
to FYI.

For your information tonight, Frank
Fontana patrols with the Washington, D

police in a report we must caution you
contains footage of graphic violence.

And Gorky Sherwood brings us an expose
on a disturbing wave of counterfeit

commemorative dishware.

But first, we recently reported that
former FYI... correspondent peter hunt

been wounded while on assignment in
bosnia well we're very fortunate to have

here tonight talking to our own murphy
brown murphy thank you jim and welcome

peter it's a pleasure to have you here
tonight thanks

so that was quite an experience you had
in bosnia tell us what exactly was

flashing through your mind as you came
under sniper fire

Nobody wants to hear the answer to that.

So, there you are, suddenly thrust into
a major hot spot.

No, I don't think so.

So, Peter, when do you expect to be
returning to the field?

Oh, well, I got a green light from the
doctor, so the network has me on a late

-night flight out tonight.

Really? That soon?

Of course, I could try and put it off.
It's just that with the current

in the Balkans... Oh, sure, the Balkans,
I understand.

I've had a really great time in the
States.

And, in fact, the more I think about it,
if I could stay another day or so,

there's some additional research I'd
really like to get... No, no, no. If

leaving tonight, you're leaving tonight.
No one expected anything more.

Well, I guess that's all we have to talk
about.

Except the situation in Bosnia.

How are things over there?

Hello there.

Listen, if you go into the library, the
paint's still wet while I was removing

Les Aspin's face from the mural of...
Whoa.

Who is he?

Who is who?

Oh.

Is it that obvious?

Well, I'm sure only to me and anyone
driving within three lanes of you.

I wouldn't be supportive of you having
met someone, and I expect you'll be much

easier to get along with when the old
volcano god is served more than once

day.

Hi. I just stopped by to use your phone.

I know I don't usually ask, but may I
come in?

You must be the guy.

I won't even ask why you're wearing...

Right now, my imagination's venturing
into places I just assumed it didn't go.

You left.

The show was over. It seemed like the
right thing to do.

Look, let me just save us some time and
say what people are supposed to say in

situations like this.

We're both adults.

Obviously, there was an attraction
building, but let's not pretend it was

than it was.

You still respect me. I respect you. We
can still be friends, but you're a

rambling kind of guy, and you've got to
move on. Have I left anything out?

How about where do we go from here?

I don't think you get it. There is no
here here.

What happened today was a one -time
unexplainable event.

It was kind of like the Chevy Chase
show. You knew it was a mistake from the

start, and you can only hope it'll never
happen again.

Look, my life is full of enough
complications as it is. I don't need to

involved with someone nine time zones
away.

So if we can't talk honestly about where
we stand here, I think maybe I should

just leave right now.

You know, you're always threatening to
go away, but you never quite do.

Okay, then.

That's it.

I'm going.

Go?

Fine.

I'm on my way.

Take care of her.

Aren't you going to look around a
little?

Okay, so where do we go from here?

You tell me. You used most of my best
material when I walked in here the first

time. I left out something crucial.

I have an unbroken track record of
picking the wrong men.

Oh, well, that's where our material
differs.

I usually say that I have an unbroken
track record of leaving the right women.

It's ridiculous.

I'm 25 years old. There has to be some
advantage to age and experience so that

at a certain point relationships aren't
so damn complicated.

All right, let's just be logical. What
have we got here? Good. Logic is good.

on.

We've got attraction with a mutually
recognized lack of compatibility. That's

just great.

Although I can't say there wouldn't be
some comfort in starting a relationship

that's predestined to fail. It kind of
takes the pressure off.

You may have something there.

No pressure, no expectations.

Just a matter of playing it out to its
inevitable destruction.

Might even have some fun in waiting to
see what the fatal blow is.

Oh, please. I think it's pretty clear
what that would be.

Any woman who became involved with you
wouldn't know if she'd see you in six

weeks or six months. I get impatient
waiting for the popcorn to come out of

microwave.

I've been told I'm worth waiting for.

Does anyone find that charming?

Oh, yeah.

The geography problem, your arrogance.

It's just a question of time before this
relationship blows up.

And the mere fact I keep using the word
relationship doesn't bode too well.

I'm not too good at those.

In fact, I'm pretty lousy.

Wow. I've been working my way up to
lousy.

Yep. Safe to say, we don't stand a
chance.

I like this idea.

We jump in with both feet and then just
wait for it to end.

I think I could give it a shot.

Great.

Seems like we should do something to
celebrate.

But you have a plane to catch.

Yeah.

We are off to a great start.

Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you a
little something here.

A lock.

Yeah, for your office door.

I have to admit that when I bought it, I
thought you could use it to lock me in.

But now the great thing is that when we
burst into flames, you can use it to

keep me up.

Thanks. It's lovely.

Hey, Petey.

If you ever get shot at again and you
happen to see my face... Yeah?

Picture it saying, stay down, stupid.