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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.

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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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