All language subtitles for Murphy Brown s05e11 Till Death or Next Thursday Do We Part

I look at you, I can feel the love that
you took me out

of my world. I woke up, suddenly I just
woke up, and I happened,

when you found me, that's the love that
you should be having.

Thank you.

Yeah,

it's quite a movie.

I thought they did a fine job with
the... They really captured the spirit

Oh, good Lord, what a humongous piece of
dough.

That was the worst experience I've ever
had in a movie.

And that includes the time I took Jodie
Brockleman to see Saturday Night Fever

and spent two hours mistakenly fobbling
her eyeglass case.

It was agony.

Halfway through, I tried to pry the
armrest off my chair so I could use it

beat myself senseless.

The casting? How about kindly Uncle
Johan blinded in a freak glass -blowing

accident? I'm sorry, but Mel Gibson...
You know, Will and Corky are going to be

here in a second. We have to think of
what we're going to say to them. No

problem. I'm just going to go with my
usual, it touched me in a very personal

way. Yeah, it touched me mostly in my
lower intestinal tract.

It was very faithful to the book. I
hated the book, too.

You're using up all the good ones. What
am I supposed to talk about?

Costumes? Don't.

What about cinematography? That's good.
That always works.

Hey, everybody.

So, how was the picture?

The cinematography was great. That bad,
huh?

Was I that obvious?

No, I just have a sense about these
things.

Plus, sisful neighbors are in the men's
room taking turns doing the dry -heave

ballet.

Well, I, for one, have too much
integrity to lie. When Will comes, I'm

tell him exactly what I thought.

Touched me in a very personal way.

Thanks, Frank. Appreciate that. What did
you think, Murphy?

Oh, well, I'd have to say it touched me,
too.

Actually, it touched me first.

Aren't you going to tell them what
happened?

Oh, all right. You're going to find out
soon enough anyway.

I'm being sued for plagiarism. What? Are
you kidding? You mean someone else

wants to take credit for that perfectly
wonderful piece of work?

They served us with the papers right in
front of the theater.

Apparently... Apparently some guy is
saying he wrote a book just like Will's

years ago. It's ridiculous. My book is
about a little Dutch boy and his horse

and the part they played in the American
Revolution.

This other guy's book is about a little
Norwegian boy and his donkey and the

part they played in the French
Revolution.

It's like they pulled this stuff out of
thin air, isn't it?

No, honey, don't upset yourself.

Things will work out, and whatever
happens, we'll face it together.

Okay, I guess so. I just had to get it
out of my system, but I'm okay now.

That's my Bunny Buntster.

Let's enjoy your party. Everyone, I'd
like to make a toast to the one and only

writer of The Little Dutch Boy.

Oh, that's my glass, Will. Oh, your
glass.

Oh, I suppose I stole that, too.

Well, why don't you go ahead and sue me?

Here's a fun fact.

In the movie, Mel Gibson did all his own
glassblowing.

They said it wouldn't go to trial. All
of a sudden, we're in a room with gavels

and flags and a big tall judge's chair,
and I don't think that's a very good

sign.

First, it's not a trial. It's a hearing.

So, let's all smile.

Explanation, innocent people smile.

Now, their side's going to try and prove
substantial similarity between books.

Standard just cause. In copyright
infringement cases, I've seen it a

times, which is why we're... Smiley.

Hey, you have to help us. My husband's
too pretty to go to jail.

Corky, honey, this is a civil suit.

And that means the worst that can happen
is we lose everything we own.

Good.

John. I didn't steal the book, but how
do I prove that? I used to be a lawyer.

know how hard it is to prove the
negative.

You want to know my plan?

You. You're my plan.

We put you up on the stand, a clean -cut
kid with a pretty young wife. Who do

you think the judge is going to believe,
huh?

You? Or some slimy opportunistic scam
artist?

Do please excuse me.

Is either of you young gentlemen Will
Forrest? I'm Will Forrest.

Oh, hello.

I'm Alan Brookins.

I'm the fellow who's suing you.

I didn't steal anything from you, sir. I
want you to know that. I'm sure you

didn't do it on purpose.

Perhaps your mother read my book to you
when you were a little child.

And we're still smiling.

My wife was always reading that book to
all the children in the neighborhood.

We couldn't have young ones of our own.

And so we thought of Olaf. That's the
little Norwegian boy in the book.

That's our child.

She loved to read that story.

She was reading it the night the angels
came to take her away.

Oh, you poor man.

Corky.

Well, I don't want to bore you with an
old man's ramblings.

I have taffy if anyone wants a sweet.

You're not smiling.

All right, Corky, what's on your mind?
You've been real quiet since we left the

court house.

It's nothing.

I'm just wondering why that sweet old
man... Corky, would you please stop

calling him that? It sounds like you're
on his side. I'm not. You took his

taffy. I didn't do that. I was just
being polite. Oh, I think you took care

that when you ran out during the recess
to get him a tube of deep heating rub.

Look, if you're having your doubts,
maybe you shouldn't come to the

tomorrow. No, no, no.

I'll be there.

I've waited this long for us to have a
normal life. What's another day?

Or week?

Or month? Or year?

Hold on.

You wouldn't get your normal life. I've
been feeling more than enough pressure

these days, Corky, without you adding to
it, if you don't mind.

You're feeling pressure?

I'm the one Maury Povich is calling the
little...

Love you, too.

Hello.

Uh,

Corky.

So, how did things go in court today?

Oh, fine.

Looks like they have a pretty good case
against us. Could drag on for months.

And if the old man decides to super
punitive damages, I could be held

financially liable.

Other than that, I really think the
trial is bringing Will and me closer.

Corky, it's okay. We heard everything
from the ninth floor up.

God.

Everybody knows we're never going to win
this case.

Conan's in his horse.

Olaf in his mule.

It's the same book.

Just different names, countries, and
pets you can ride.

You know, my husband hasn't touched me
in over five months.

Really? Could you call Doris and tell
her that? She seems to think it's

I don't know what to say, but if you're
having a personal problem, maybe you

should talk to someone about it.

I guess I could talk to Murphy.

Well, okay.

I was thinking more along the lines of a
nurturing, caring person.

Since Murphy's right here.

Couldn't hurt.

Murphy, I... Murphy!

Were you hiding from me?

Hiding? Don't be ridiculous.

I was checking my door hinges.

Did you get the company memo? There have
been spontaneous hinge failures all

over the building. Please, I need your
help.

No, no, no, you don't. You just look for
metal files... Murphy, I'm serious.

My whole world is falling apart.

Sit down. We'll give it a shot.

But I'm just going to caution you. There
are some areas I'm not very good in.

Murphy, do you know I haven't been with
my husband in a womanly way for over

five months? Okay, we have a flag down.

And he mentions your sex life is out of
bounds. I'm sorry, but those are the

rules. Continue.

I don't know what's going to happen.

Will doesn't have any way to prove he
didn't steal that book.

It's his word against the old man's.

I know he wrote that book.

All those nights he didn't come to bed.

Ah, there's that area again.

I remember what he went through.

Every night I'd be up writing in my
journal and there was always something

that stupid book in there. Wait a
minute. You wrote about what he was

every night?

Except for when Someone Good was on The
Tonight Show.

I wrote just about every night.

Do you realize what you're saying?

You charted out the creative process
Will went through.

If you offer it as evidence, you could
be looking at a dismissal. I can't read

my journal in front of a room full of
strangers.

It's full of intimate thoughts and
feelings.

Secrets, poems, a record of my monthly
water weight gain.

Oh, come on, Cordy. I finally give you a
great piece of advice. Are you telling

me you're going to ignore it?

Murphy, I just can't do it.

Maybe everything will turn out okay.

Maybe this sweet old man will decide to
drop the lawsuit.

Maybe you'll just choke on a piece of
taffy.

All right, everybody, I have an
announcement to make.

As of this moment, I, Murphy Brown, have
given my last piece of advice.

My wife always... I've always loved
reading my book, Your

Honor. In fact, she was reading it the
night that the angels came to take her

away.

God, he's good.

Why did I bring any clients like that?

Hey,

guys, we decided to come down to give
you a little moral support.

I was in the building anyway, taking
care of some things, paying some parking

tickets, renewing my fishing license.

I'm telling you, it's bass season.

And since I have no other heirs, I've
bequeathed all my profits from the book

the Greater Baltimore Boys Home in
memory of little Olaf.

The son we never had.

Ouch.

Thank you, Mr. Brookins, for that
touching...

A heartfelt testimony. You may step
down.

Well, I didn't really want to be a
writer that much anyway.

I guess I could always go back to being
a lawyer.

Or I could throw myself in front of a
train and the angels will come and take

away.

Mr. Brophy, if you have nothing
further... Your Honor, I move that we

one minute while I talk with my husband.

Corky, what are you doing?

I kept a journal, Will.

I wrote in it every night while you were
working on your book. You did?

Uh -huh.

I wrote about when you got the original
idea, when you finished each of the

chapters. Smile, boys and girls. We're
back in business.

Honey, just so you know, you'll probably
be surprised by some of the more

personal thoughts. I don't care. I don't
care. Whatever it is, I don't care. If

it please the court, I have new evidence
to present.

This is from February 12, 1991.

Dear diary, cloudy and damp, or the
white silk black...

I like to keep track.

Will is still trying to find the right
idea for his great American novel.

Last week, it was going to be about a
small Texas town where Jesus returns to

Earth as a member of a highway
department road crew.

It was a miracle involving asphalt.

Tonight, he's talking about a Dutch boy
who plays a part in the American

Revolution.

I thought Will was a bright guy, but I'm
beginning to wonder.

I'm sorry, honey. I guess I was just a
little tired that night.

P .S. Remember to bring wrinkle cream to
work.

Frank asked about it again today.

Who's Frank?

Oh, don't.

Oh, Frank Fontana. That's him right over
there.

Don't scrunch up your face, Frank. It
makes those lines around your eyes even

worse.

Let's skip ahead to August of that year.

August 14th. Dear diary.

Light rain.

Gray Donna Karan.

Murphy outdid herself today.

She dropped a quarter under one of the
vending machines and made three guys

it so she could get it back.

With all the money she makes... She is
probably the cheapest person I have ever

known.

With the exception of Jim.

It's three in the morning, and Will is
still in the den typing.

I'm alone again.

Naturally.

I miss him so much, but at the same
time, I'm so angry.

He touches his typewriter more than he
touches me.

Let's move on to January of this year.

January the 9th. Snow and wind, Liz
Claiborne, wool jacket and skirt.

Had lunch with Miles and Audrey this
afternoon.

When Miles was in the little boy's room,
Audrey told me about a game he likes to

play when they make love called the
insatiable Jewish stranger from out of

Which one's Miles?

I should have been happy for him, but I
couldn't find it in myself.

I can't believe how much I hate that
bleeping little Dutch kid.

How much I hate his bleeping, blind,
glass -blowing Uncle Johan.

And how bleeping much I hate that
bleeping horse.

Mrs. Sherwood Forrest, if your diary is
going to be entered as evidence, you'll

have to read it as you wrote it,
expletives included.

I am reading what I wrote.

I hate that bleeping little... She's
right.

And so, having heard the arduous,
tortured road that Mr. Forrest traveled

create his book, our every word was
labored over in an almost maniacal

I find it inconceivable that this work
could have ever been plagiarized. This

case is dismissed.

Congratulations, Will.

I told you I was innocent.

I know. How about that?

Keep an eye on this one. Looks like she
might be the writer of the family, huh?

Goodbye.

I'm sorry if I hurt anyone's feelings.

Jim, when I read that part about your
breath, it was just that one day you had

gumbo for lunch. I think we all heard a
few things we'd rather not hear, but it

was the truth, and sometimes the truth
is ugly.

And apparently, so was the outfit I wore
on June 10th of this year.

Look, we should get going. I'm sure you
two have a lot to talk about.

Not that you have to talk. I mean,
really, nothing happened here to make us

think, gee, they really have to start
talking about things.

Congratulations.

One time, one time, I pretended to be
Meyer, the rabbinical student.

I should be running along, too. I saw a
dime in the sewer grate outside the

courthouse, and I want to get to it
before Jim does.

Uh, you know, now that everything's
settled, it might be a good time to wipe

slate clean and get a fresh start.

I think that's the best advice I ever
gave anyone.

You don't have to apologize. I felt the
same way at times, alone and needing a

little support when you were working or
out of town.

You know, we're forgetting something
pretty important here.

This diary was just about the bad times.

There have been a lot of good times
these past two years.

Oh, that's right.

Since we got married, life's been pretty
amazing.

I got my book published.

I delivered the commencement address at
Eastern Louisiana University. I wrote my

screenplay. I hosted the Macy's
Thanksgiving Day Parade. All those good

And we enjoy them without each other.

There were me good times and you good
times, but no us good times. Okay,

so we start now.

Us good times only?

How?

With you working in California and me
here?

It's like Murphy said.

We have a chance to wipe the slate clean
and make a fresh start.

I'm just not sure if it's a fresh start
together.

Why can't we get this right?

Why don't we get to grow old together
and have a dozen grandchildren and die

each other's arms?

Because we both want too much.

Look, I don't want to decide anything
right now. Maybe we should just spend a

little time apart and see how we feel.

Why not?

It's worked so far.

I love you, Corky.

November 30th.

Partly cloudy, gray suit,

striped blouse.

Will one case in court today be...

It was a mystery why the mullet was ever
invented, until now.

If you cut your hair shorter in the
front, and let it grow a little in the

your neck would look longer.

Of course, the elongated neck theorem.
Genius!