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It's on a hot summer night.

Murphy on the phone? Uh -huh. Got it.

And that appears to be a can't -confirm
-a -source slam.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. That's the sound
she makes when she can't find her state

alert.

Amateurs, the slam followed by a thud is
always run around from the State

Department.

Sorry, spoke too soon. Justice
Department. No, I have to disagree, Jim.

occasion, history is on my side, Frank.
Ah.

This is what I like to see.

Brilliant news minds engaged in a
healthy exchange of thoughts and ideas.

What's the topic?

Story fell through.

Damn, my story fell through.

What happened, Murph? I thought you said
you were close.

Yes, I did say that, Frank.

Five weeks, three dented wastebaskets,
and 42 fail leaves to go, but I was

wrong. Turns out this organization is
legit.

Our money is going where they say it is.
For the betterment of those less

fortunate. God, I hate that.

I better cancel those plane
reservations.

No point going to the Cayman Islands
now. My story's dead.

You know, Murphy, when life gives me
lemons, I make lemonade.

Yeah, yeah, and Mr. Bluebird's on your
shoulder. What's your point?

I'm saying...

If I had a free weekend, a plane ticket,
and reservations to a romantic tropical

hotel, I know what I'd be thinking.

You're right.

Refund. I'd better call Jeannie.

Work with me here. You are in a
relationship now.

You have to start thinking like it.
Whisk Peter away for a romantic island

weekend.

Corky, busy people do not whisk.

You were just saying last week that you
and Peter never get to spend enough time

together. Well, that's true, but...
Murphy.

In the sexual life of a woman, there are
ebbs and there are flows.

And frankly, your tide's been out for a
long, long time.

It's thirst up now, Murphy.

Ride that flow. Be spontaneous.

Be romantic.

What? Oh, I don't know, really. I guess
the words spontaneous and romantic don't

spring to mind when I think of you.
That's all.

Nope. I'd say those two came in right
around dainty.

Did it ever occur to you that I might be
just a little bit shy in expressing my

feelings?

So back off!

Hey, everybody.

Hey, Peter, we were just talking about
you. Peter, how's that new show of yours

going? What's it called again? Here and
There?

Now and Then?

Oh, maybe Later?

Now and Tomorrow.

Oh, right, right.

You know, it's so hard to keep track of
all the new magazine shows. You know,

the way they just yank them right off
the air like that.

But, hey, I'm sure you're going to be
fine.

Well, thanks, Frank.

You know how much your opinion means to
me.

Hi.

Hi. Hello, sir. Yep.

Listen, I made a reservation for two at
a cozy little bistro I know of.

It's called by the name of Phil's.
Great.

I've been dying to find it.

Hey, Peter.

I just had the craziest idea.

My work plans have changed, and I'm
stuck with a free weekend and

at a tropical hotel in the Cayman
Islands.

Bear with me here. I'm just kind of
thinking on my feet. But what do you say

just whisk you away for a romantic
weekend? What do you say about that?

Oh, Murphy, I'm impressed.

Spontaneous? Romantic?

Thanks, Forky.

Great view.

Mints on the pillow.

Don't tell me you've forgotten already.

It's like FYI faxed me something.

This is good.

Oh. Oh, this is very, very good.

Thanks, I've been working on it.

Don't move.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

Looks like my story may not be as dead
as I thought.

Your story? Murphy, what... Jeez,

Miles, do you always answer the phone
with your mouth full?

Just a minute.

Oh, that's fine.

Don't worry about me.

I'll just... fill out this room survey.

No, no, you were right to fax me. So
when did you hear this? Would you

categorize the check -in staff as
helpful and courteous?

Me too. Uh -huh.

So what? He's linked to the
organization?

Yeah.

Well, I don't know.

That sounds a little tentative, but
maybe it's okay.

Is he willing to come forward?

You know, Murphy, you're busy.

And it's really very, very hot. So I
thought maybe I'd just go on down to the

pool and cool off.

Fax me all of the notes from my office
and make sure you look under my desk. I

might have thrown some of them.

Right, exactly.

Would you mind rubbing some of this on
my back?

Send me

everything you can get your hands on,
especially bank statements, if you can

find them. Right, right.

No, no, no. I can take care of that from
this end. I'll contact him as soon as I

hang up.

Great. Okay, Peter.

Yes. Can you get me that pen? Thanks.

Remember when summer stood for R &R and
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Not anymore.

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unknown characters and unfamiliar plot

lines right in the middle of your
summer. It's like school.

It's not fair.

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already know you love.

Peter, there you are. Sorry, I just lost
track of the time. But as of this

moment, I am all yours.

So you want to go to the pool? I'm
available now for that suntan lotion

Murphy, the sun set an hour ago.

So it has.

Moonlight walk on the beach?

I've actually never done one of those
myself, but I've seen it on greeting

cards, and it looks quite pleasant.

You go on ahead. I gotta get some
thoughts down here. The weirdest thing

happened. I'm sitting here losing my
87th game of liar's dice with Jimmy, and

run into this old buddy of mine.

You got a buddy in the Cayman Islands?

Yeah, a guy's an arms merchant.

One of the nice ones.

Anyway... We're knocking down a couple
of beers, and he tells me about the

shipment that's going to the Islamic
Jihad.

Now, he's not exactly sure where the
cash is coming from, but he thinks some

charity is laundering it through a bank
here in Cayman, and he says he can put

me in contact with somebody who can give
me more information. Isn't that great?

Great? Wait till I tell Miles.

Can I have a phone, please?

Miles? We didn't have enough to go with
for next week's show, but this is the

proof I need for my story.

You know, I may just have to think of a
few new ways to thank you tonight.

Your story?

Oh, boy.

And I thought that moment on the plane
when we both wanted the window seat was

awkward.

You'll just give me the name of your
friend. I can't do that, Murphy.

This is my story.

I'm sure that you meant it was your
story, but now that you realize it's my

story, you'll just hand over your
information to me.

I already called it in to my producer.
She wants me to run with it. You're

the story. I'm doing the story. You
can't do the story! It is my story! I

it!

First? There's no first in journalism.
Of course there is a first. There's a

first when I have it first.

You wouldn't have even stumbled across
this story if I hadn't brought you here

for a relaxing weekend of fun and
romance. So those napkins are mine. No,

no, they're not.

Come on, if we'd been up in that room
setting records the way we're supposed

be, I never would have wandered down
here and found the story in the first

place.

So you got nobody to blame but yourself.

Right. My fault. My napkins. No, no, no.

My buddy, my napkins, my story.

Well, well, well, well.

I guess we've discovered where the line
is, haven't we? Oh, come on, Murphy.

You had a lead on a story. You wouldn't
just hand it over to somebody else.

If I'm not mistaken, aren't you the one
who locked Diane Sawyer in a sauna to

keep her from scooping your Yeltsin
interview?

First of all, it was a steam room. A
sauna would have killed her. And let me

tell you, that woman's skin never looked
lovelier.

Besides, this is completely different. I
didn't sleep with Diane Sawyer. I

didn't squirt suntan lotion on Diane
Sawyer.

Then that article in the Inquirer wasn't
true.

All right.

I didn't want to say this, but you
forced me into it.

I think this story is out of your
league.

Oh, really?

And what league might that be?

The Humboldt Award -winning league?
Because I'm definitely in that one.

Oh, please. Do you actually think your
one measly Humboldt can stand up to my

five? My Peabody can trump your
Humboldts any day.

That is so like a man. Always bragging
about his Peabody.

All right, what do you want to do,
Murphy? You want to share the story?

share the story. We can run it on both
shows. Oh, right. When your show airs on

Monday and mine is on Wednesday, it's
very sneaky, Petey. I'm sneaky?

How come you never mentioned anything
about the story until I broke it wide

open? You are a selfish, story -stealing
vulture.

And you are a cocky, self -serving
snake.

Liar. Weasel.

Cutthroat. Worm.

You know, in a movie, this would be the
exact moment we would fall into each

other's arms.

I'd rather kiss dirt.

I pity the dirt.

Well, looks like I won't be needing
this.

Or these.

Or that.

I did.

Before. Ah.

Enjoy.

Look,

we won't be needing this anymore.

I thought we'd be hungry, but we're not.

That's great. That's really... It's
okay. So, thank you. We'll just...

Look,

I'm not lady and he's not the tramp, so
much as we appreciate this little

scenario, we want it gone.

chipping away at this good anger I had
going towards you.

Really? I'm okay with the candlelight.

It's the damn water lapping at the shore
noise that's driving me nuts.

You know, it would be a shame to waste
the strawberries.

And the view.

And that thing in your suitcase.

You know, Murphy, I don't think we
should let a little thing like the

jihad come between us.

What do you say we just forget about the
story for tonight?

Story? What story?

story peter don't take this the wrong
way but you're gritty and greasy and you

smell like flipper you don't find that
alluring

i was lying on the beach i'll i'll be
right back

It's me.

No, Peter didn't have a diving accident,
but thanks for asking.

Listen, I need you to run a name check
for me. It's Bolkin. Bruce Bolkin. B -O

-L -K -I -N. You got that?

When you call back, if I don't answer,
use an alias. I'll explain later. I've

got to go. Bye.

Hi.

Here I am, all squeaky clean and minty
fresh.

Did you miss me?

Oh, I sure did.

Where were we?

Mm -hmm.

Hello?

Boy, somebody's got a lot of energy
tonight.

Damn.

What? I said, hmm,

I really like that.

You do, huh? Well.

What do you think about this?

Oh, I like that. That's good.

That's good. Let's just go a little
lower.

Here? Yeah, a little lower.

Oh, that's nice.

Your arm?

I don't know what it is, but my arm is
just unfired.

Okay.

Lower.

Lower. Murphy, your arms aren't that
long.

What's going on?

I have to go to the bathroom.

There it is. Yeah.

I miss you every minute and hour.

It's me.

Did you set it up?

Now?

All right, look, I'll be downstairs.

In five minutes, I'll be wearing a blue
shirt.

Where are you going?

Get some ice.

What do you need your clothes for? It's
just down the hall.

I thought I might be cold.

And you're all that ice.

I'll probably be okay.

Peter? Huh?

Where's your bucket?

I only want one cube.

I'll get it.

Hello?

It's for you.

Someone by the name of Stavros?

This could take a minute.

Why don't you get the ice?

Okay.

I'll be back.

Oh, great alias, Frank.

No, never mind. What did you come up
with?

No.

That's it?

That's all you've got? Well, I think
he's got some information.

Well, that is some pretty shoddy
checking, Frank.

That's all.

Oh, I've got to go. He's past the ice
machine.

I like my... Ah, ha!

Just as I suspected.

Going to get ice, huh?

It just so happens I thought the ice in
the bar would be fresher. Oh, the jig is

up, Bob. I am on to you. Let's forget
about the story. We came here to be

together. It is just one lie after
another with you, isn't it, Pinocchio

Well, at least my lies aren't pathetic.

At least I'm not getting phone calls
from Stavros Fontana, the Greco -Italian

spy. Oh, right.

And what about this whisking me away
stuff?

The only thing you wanted to whisk away
was my notes.

How dare you?

Okay, maybe I thought about it. But
to... Actually, do something like that.

I would think you would know me better.
I do know you. That's why I know you

would do something like that. Oh, yeah,
well, only someone who would do

something like that would think someone
would do something like that.

Well, I would and I do.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Well, you have clammy feet.

Oh. Oh, so that's the direction this is
heading.

Well, that's just fine because you have
a few sleeping habits I'd like to

discuss, Miss Drooly Face. Oh, that is
very... Drool!

Are you Peter Hunt?

Yes, I am. Before you say a word to this
man, I think it's only fair to tell you

this was my story. Listen, she just told
that palm tree she was Cokie Roberts.

Ignore her. She's a wacko. You know, you
might have recognized me for my award

-winning SNL report. Did you see my
piece in Time magazine fitted on me? Let

buy you a drink. I'll tell you all about
it. Are you hungry? You want dinner?

They have conch fritters. You can't just
barge in here and try and bribe my

source. Your source? Yes. There's no
first, but there's yours, apparently.

Yours as in mine.

My friend.

I'm the night clerk.

I just have a note for Mr. Hunt.

But they do like confetti.

Beat it.

I know that was addressed to you, but
it's only fair that I see it. He's gone.

What? He's gone.

My source is gone. He's not showing. Mr.
Hunt, I was here, but there were two

lunatics in robes making a scene. Sorry
I missed you, but I couldn't risk being

recognized. I'm taking... Sam Donaldson?

He's telling our story to Sam Donaldson?
I guess Sam's staying down at the hill.

This is just great.

We ruined our weekend, we blew the
story, and now that everyone's seen us

these robes, it'll be impossible to
sneak them out of here in our suitcases.

What kind of people do this?

What kind of people screw each other
over just for a story?

You know, Peter, I don't foresee giving
up being a reporter anytime soon, and,

um... I'm assuming you don't either.

Maybe we ought to set some ground rules.

Good idea.

We may end up competing for another
story again, and it would be nice if one

us actually got it.

Okay. My first ground rule is that I
will do whatever it takes to get a

even if I have to squash you like a bug
in the process.

But that doesn't mean I don't care for
you.

Fair enough.

And I will regard you as a vicious
competitor.

If you get between me and Astori, I will
make your life a living hell.

But it won't mean I'm not crazy about
you.

Oh, boy.

All this cutthroat, underhanded
maneuvering has worn me out.

What do you say we call it a day?

We still have some of that chocolate
sauce waiting for us upstairs.

I like the way you think.

Um, I tell you what.

Why don't you go on up, and I'll be
there in a minute.

I'm just going to get a club soda at the
bar.

The bar at the Hilton?

And while I'm gone, you're going to call
your buddy.

Don't wait up.

I'll leave a light on.

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