..
... a day in life of women at
Lexington Federal Penitentiary.
Jim.
Thank you, Corky.
Interesting correlation
The remarkably high number
of women on death row
who never joined a sorority.
To you, our viewers,
Thank you for joining
us once again.
This has been another
addition of FYI.
Good night.
And we're out.
That's a wrap everybody.
Hell week is officially over.
Man, what a week.
k*ller deadlines
guests bailing
Everything that could go wrong did.
Oh, man.
What are you
complaining about?
My ear piece blew out
half way through my interview.
Where are we getting our
equipment these days?
The home shopping network?
Guys
You got through it
with flying colors.
It's weeks like this
that push us to the wall.
test everything we've got.
And when you come through it,
the way you did,
Well, what can I say?
Stunning effort, everybody.
Jimbo, Corkster,
Frankoreenie
I've asked you
not to do that, Miles.
How many did you get?
Not that many.
Phone, Miles.
Here.
Probably his girlfriend.
She calls him after every show
to tell him what a little
stud man he is.
Hurry up, Miles.
We all want to go to Phil's.
And put this miserable
week behind us.
I've never looked forward to
the old watering hole more.
I warn you--
I may cross against
the light tonight.
I don't care.
Gee, all of you had
such a terrible week
and my story went so well.
I feel so guilty.
You know what?
Tonight, Phil's is on me.
(cheering)
Oh, you're all coming?
Look at the little wiener.
They're practically having
sex on the phone.
I'll bet he's telling her
his SAT scores again.
Come on, everybody.
Let's go.
Hold it, everybody.
It's not a wrap yet.
We've got one more thing to do.
I don't believe this.
That was New York.
Connie Chung got hung up in traffic.
And there's no one to do
the national news break.
They're throwing it over to us.
(grumbling)
Hey, hey, hey!
It's a second spot.
It won't k*ll us.
Jim, they've asked for you.
You okay with that?
No problem, Miles.
I consider it an honor.
Heads up, people.
Less than a minute to air.
Hit the lights.
Leave me one camera.
Where's the copy?
Right off the fax.
Thank you, John.
Hey Jim?
Yes?
You okay?
You need anything?
A pencil, please.
A pencil?
Who's got a pencil?
One pencil.
Nobody has a pencil?
The man needs a pencil.
Where are all the pencils?
It's all right, Miles.
I'll do without.
He'll do without.
An unbelievable pro.
Jim Dial, everybody.
If I could just see the hands of
everybody planning on going to Phil's.
seconds to air.
This is such a pain.
I'm starving to death.
There better be something
really interesting in those pages.
Hey, listen to this --
Listen.
While vacationing in
Kennebunkport, Maine today,
President Bush sat on a wasp
and was rushed to a nearby hospital.
You're kidding.
The stinger was removed.
The president was later released.
And tonight is resting comfortably.
Yeah, on his stomach.
Barbara, I'd like to turn over.
But it would be prudent.
Not at this juncture.
Hold it together, people.
seconds, Jim.
Figures it was a wasp.
It would have been political
su1c1de to sit on a minority.
This is a national new break.
Murphy, that's enough.
I wonder if the wasp acted alone.
Where is the Warren Commission,
when you need them?
In five, four ...
I've heard of a bee in your bonnet,
but this is ridiculous.
Good evening.
In the news at this hour
The Department of
Labor announced
that the unemployment rate
increased by . % in the last quarter.
Pro-choice and Right to Life
activists clashed in Florida.
And while vacationing in
Kennebunkport, Maine today,
President Bush sat on a wasp
and was rushed to the hospital.
The stinger was removed,
and the president later released.
And tonight is resting comfortably.
I'm sorry, really.
This isn't funny.
Stay tuned to your local station
for complete coverage.
And we're out.
Now, Will, Sweetheart, don't
be upset over a little writer's block.
It's hard work writing a novel.
You just hang in there,
and I'll be home when I can.
Oh, God.
Three months, and
he's still on the title.
What's up?
Anything special going on?
Looks like business as usual.
Business as usual?
Don't make me laugh.
I forget, that's what you do best.
Make people laugh.
Oh, come on, Frank.
How many people do you think
even saw that news break?
You know how they always get
up to go to the refrigerator,
or let the dog out.
There are million
dogs in this country.
and channel was running
<i>Flower Drum Song.</i>
People love Nancy Kwan.
Well, good morning.
Although, I use the term loosely.
I have something I'd
like to share with you.
Public reaction to Jim's
news break last night.
Childish.
Disrespectful.
Wasp stings hurt.
I hope you get one.
That was from the president.
This really stinks.
Jim was a little more chipper
on the air than usual
and people are all over him.
Poor Jim.
He must feel so humiliated.
You guys are really overreacting.
But I'll humor you.
Let's just suppose for a moment
that Jim really is upset over what happened.
If that's the case
we'll just apologize
for all the goofing
around we did.
We?!
You're the one who did it.
What is this?
You're blaming me?
What did I do?
Jim.
I didn't see you come in.
I took the stairs.
You took the stairs flights?
It's a nice day
in the stairwell.
I needed the exercise.
And you look great.
I like that cap.
Is it new?
Did you pick it out
or did Doris?
How is Doris?
Did she ever finish that needlepoint
pillow she was working on?
I don't know.
You don't know?
No problem.
I was just asking.
It matters not.
Look at that. : already.
Time to start the meeting, Miles.
Jim, you just sit here in your usual chair,
right here next to me,
like you always do.
year, we've sitting here together.
wonderful years.
Can I get you some coffee?
Or how about a cafe au lait.
It'll just take a minute.
Thank you. No.
Well, we do have a show
to put on next week.
I guess we should get started.
Yes, Jim?
I'm requesting to be relieved
from next week's show.
I'd like to take some time off.
Personal reasons.
Not do the show.
But Jim, don't you think that's ...
Sorry, Miles, I have
vacation time coming and
I've been promising
Doris I'd get that
tree stump in the back
yard taken care of.
Jim, I really don't think this ...
I don't care to discuss
it any further, Miles.
I'd appreciate it, if you'd
give me a simply yes or no.
That's all.
Okay, Jim.
If this is something
you feel you need to do.
Thank you for understanding.
Have a nice day.
Trickster, quiet.
It's me, Murphy.
(growling)
Get away!
Ow!
Murphy?
Doris, hi.
I rang the doorbell,
but no one answered.
So I let myself
in the back gate.
Trickster sure is cute.
Murphy, I told you over the phone,
Jim isn't taking visitors.
You really should go.
I've got to talk to him, Doris.
He hasn't returned any of my calls
in the last days.
I'm worried about him.
You're worried about him?
Last night, they were showing Oliver on TV.
Halfway through it,
Jim started
heckling the orphans.
Gee, Doris,
I didn't realize it was this bad.
Didn't realize?
Let me tell you about
my last hours.
The man does not
leave the house.
He's constantly under my feet,
dismantling the vacuum cleaner,
organizing things in the refrigerator
by size and fat content.
This afternoon he terrified
my bridge club
by wandering into the
living room in his underpants.
I love Jim dearly,
but if I don't get one uninterrupted
hour of privacy very soon,
I can't be responsible
for my actions.
Doris, I can't find my wingnuts.
Murphy.
Jim.
Hi.
Can we talk.
Oh, go ahead, Murphy.
Maybe you can get through to him.
Thank you, Doris.
Thanks very much.
Doris? Doris?
Oh, not again!
Doris?
It's just for a little while, dear.
I'll let you out after
I wash my hair.
Jim, I came over to apologize.
It was completely my fault.
I had no idea that
you'd lose control like that.
It was the last thing I expected.
And I feel horrible.
I'm really, really sorry.
I appreciate this gesture, Murphy,
but it has nothing to do with you.
I was the unprofessional one.
I was at fault.
I failed.
Failed?
Come on, Jim.
You're not the first person to break up
on the air. You know that.
It happened to Murrow.
Murrow is a horse's heinie.
Good lord,
did you hear what I said?
I blasphemed!
Laughing on the air was the most
humiliating, sophomoric
thing I have ever done.
All my credibility as a journalist
is gone out the window.
Jim, this would be so much easier
if you'd just blame me.
Yell at me.
I mean really let me have it.
I know I'd feel a lot better.
What's the point?
Nothing is ever gained
by guilt feelings.
Right.
As usual.
So what do you say
we put this behind us.
How about I pick up
tomorrow on the way in.
We can stop off
for breakfast.
Are you out of your mind?
I'm not going back tomorrow.
It's... It's too soon.
I'm not ready.
It could happen again.
Jim, you're a newsman.
And, as trite as this sounds,
you've got to get back in that anchor chair.
The longer you leave it,
the harder it'll be.
Damn it, Murphy,
I'll come back when I'm good and ready
and not before.
So stop pestering me and
Happy Veterans' Day.
Now, where the hell is Doris?
Doris?
Hey!
Somebody's talking.
I said no talking,
no smiling,
no chuckling.
When Jim walks onto this stage,
I don't want anything to distract him.
I want him focused,
and I want him relaxed.
You got that?!
Relaxed!
Okay,
everything's under control.
Jim's in makeup and he'll be out any minute.
How was he?
How did he look?
I didn't get a good look at him.
I was spying on him
from across the hall,
when suddenly Big Sue from
Transportation stopped
to finish her hoagie
and blocked the doorway.
What is with this music?
It's my idea.
I want Jim to be
in the right mood.
It could put fish to sleep.
k*ll the tunes, guys.
Guys, guys,
I just saw Jim in the hall
with the vending machines.
How'd he look?
He seems okay.
He was reaching for
change when I walked out.
So I said "Hi".
It's okay.
He said "Hi" first.
He seemed undecided about
whether to get the little
cheese and the cr*cker things
or the M&Ms
I hesitated to get involved.
But I wanted to let him know
that I knew what
he was going through.
So finally, I decided to say something.
I said
Get the M&Ms, Jim.
It's a happy candy.
Oh!
He's coming.
He's coming!
So the bartender
turns to the rabbi ...
Gee, and all they found in the
shark was her charm bracelet, huh?
At least, you got two other sisters.
Hello, all.
Hi, Jim.
Nice tie.
Jim
I just know you'll be back
to your old self again tonight.
And won't--
You know--
But just in case you
feel the urge to--
You know--
I want you to know--
This is here for you.
It's a picture of
my cat, Mr. Puffy.
I took it while
he was in the animal hospital.
It's hard to see his little face
because of the respirator.
Don't look at that.
Nobody look at that.
I know this seems
brutal and extreme.
But believe me,
There's nothing more sobering
than seeing a loved one
with a hairball lodged in his throat.
It's right here,
in case of emergency.
Thank you, Corky.
Excuse me, everyone.
I just wanted to let you know,
that we will be going live
in approximately seconds.
You'll do great, Jim.
We're all here with you.
What?
Jim, stop it.
What'd you say to him?
Nothing, I said
we were all with him.
What did you do that for?
Jim, look.
Mr. Puffy is so sad.
seconds.
Frank, be Jim.
Open the show.
What?
I've never opened the show before.
Just read the words, Frank.
I know that.
Open up, Frank.
Here we go.
In five, four, three ...
(<i>FYI</i> theme music)
Good evening.
And welcome to <i>FYI</i>
For your information tonight,
Frank Fontana ...
Actually, that's me,
I will take us
take you
undercover
into a major airline
maintenance hangar.
While Corky Sherwood-Forrest
celebrates a happy
and fit th birthday
with the legendary
Jack LaLaine
But first, a very special interview
by Murphy Brown.
Thank you, Frank.
It's one of the most painful,
heartbreaking stories
you'll ever hear.
(Jim laughing)
Hey there, Jim.
Wait a minute,
what are you doing here?
You're supposed
to be on TV.
I'm not on TV.
I don't want
to be on TV.
I want a good strong
cup of coffee, Phil.
I know how you like
your coffee, Jim.
I've been serving it
to you for years.
I also know other
things about you
Like if something's
bothering you.
Nothing's bothering me.
I just needed to get
away for a while.
In the middle of
a live show?
Look,
You've got a bartender here,
all to yourself.
Why don't you take
advantage of the situation
and tell me all about it?
There's really nothing
to say, Phil. I ...
I simply don't know
how I go on from here.
You're talking about that
laughing thing aren't you?
Have you tried thinking real
depressing thoughts?
If you haven't got any
I'll tell you want happened with
my canned corn delivery today.
It'll tear your guts out.
You know, in my career
I've covered a w*r, knee-deep
in Korean swamp water.
I've reported men
walking on the moon.
I've informed America,
when one president
was assassinated,
And another one resigned.
And now, the only thing people
will remember me for
is that I found humor
in the president's tukiss
and behaved like a ninny
in front of million people.
What is going
on with you, Jim?
You're too tough a guy
to let something like this
get you down.
That's what everyone thinks.
That's what I thought.
Being in control has
always been my strength.
Keeping a cool head, while
everyone one else was losing theirs.
Well, I'm no longer that rock.
I can't depend on
myself anymore.
And frankly, it
scares the hell out of me.
I guess there's only
one thing to do.
Fold up your tent,
Leave the profession.
I'm thinking about it, Phil.
Believe me.
Oh, yeah.
But are you really
thinking about it?
What it'd be like
sitting on the sidelines,
telling people what
it used to be like,
when you were on top?
That what you want?
Of course not.
I love my work, Phil.
I can't imagine what
it's be like, not having it anymore.
Ah, we're getting somewhere.
Now, here's the part
where the bartender leans
over and says the one thing
that makes all the difference.
Are you listening?
'Cause this is going to be good.
I'm listening.
You said your biggest fear
was that you'd be remembered
for losing it on the air.
Well, if you give up now,
That is what you'll
be remembered for.
Ah-ha.
Didn't see that one coming,
did you?
I guess I never really
looked at it that way.
I guess you're just going to
have to give it another try, Jim.
Don't have much choice, right?
Right?
Aw, come on, Jim.
I'm working like a horse here.
Give me some satisfaction.
You're right, Phil.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
You better hurry up, Jim.
You'll miss closing the show.
Oh, good lord!
There you are, Jim.
I've been looking everywhere for you.
In the commissary,
in the dressing rooms ...
I've got to go, Murphy.
Sure, keep running away.
But let me tell you something.
I'm not giving up on you.
I'm going to be right here
stuck to your side.
Just like you were right there with me,
until I checked myself into Betty Ford.
You were in the cab,
on the plane,
trying to get me off
the luggage carousel
at Palm Springs.
I owe you, Jim.
And I love you.
So, stop acting like a big baby,
and go back to work.
Okay, let's go.
I'm getting very good at this.
Meanwhile,
the airlines do all they can
to restore the public's faith
in air travel.
From, O'Hare Airport in Chicago,
this is Frank Fontana reporting.
That was something,
wasn't it?
We'll be back,
right after this.
We're out and
into commercial.
One minute to close
on the Frank Fontana hour.
Okay, Frank.
Close the show
and we're home free.
You know, Miles,
I could really get used to the
senior anchor thing.
Where's my close up?
When we come out of commercial,
just recap the stories and say good night.
No sweat.
Where's my copy?
There is no copy.
Jim always wings it.
Wings it?
Yeah, you've been watching the show.
Recap the stories you saw.
I wasn't paying attention
to all the stories, Miles.
I was only watching mine.
Corky, what was your piece again?
Somebody's birthday, right?
Let's see.
Was it Lincoln's?
No.
Was it yours?
No.
John, John.
Help me, please.
You watch the show,
don't you?
I've got my own problems, Frank.
seconds.
Jim!
Jim's here.
Oh, thank you, God!
Thank you.
Move it, Frank.
Be my guest.
It's all yours.
seconds, people.
Okay, everyone.
Everything's going to be fine.
We can do this.
Come on, people.
Settle.
seconds.
I mean it.
In five,
four,
So that's our week,
airline cover ups,
a family's heartbreak,
to the remarkable legacy of
Jack LaLaine.
We hope you'll be with
us again next week
In the meantime,
I'm Jim Dial.
And this has been
another edition of FYI.
Good night.
We're out.
You people are
so unprofessional.