TV-Serie: Pepper Dennis - 1x6
The Tyler twins in happier times.
Best known for their roles on the popular sitcom, Two for One, April May and Christy Tyler were a '90s sensation, coining one of the most familiar catchphrases of the decade...
Oops-a-daisy!
Oops-a-daisy!
Billionaires by the age of 12, the twins built an empire based on books, clothing, and a national chain of flower shops.
While April May became a fixture on the L.A.
party circuit, Christy sought a normal life, even completing her GED.
Fights became common.
The twins moved out of their shared mansion and dissolved their production company.
But time heals all wounds, and at 19, the Tylers decided to make another run at the silver screen.
Windy City Wonders, scheduled to shoot here in Chicago, was to be their reconciliation project.
The cameras were a week away from rolling when tragedy struck.
In the late-night hours, Christy Tyler was pushed to her death from her hotel balcony.
The only suspect-- her twin sister, April May.
Facing charges of first degree murder, April May Tyler is fighting for her life in what has become this city's biggest celebrity trial.
But what does this fallen starlet have to say about it?
She's been silent, refusing interviews with all media outlets.
Until now.
Tonight's the night.
I can feel it.
That little waif is finally going to open those lips and chew on something-- my questions.
Right, guys?
Right, guys?
Wake up!
What time is it?
4:00 a.m.
Chick?
Chick!
Almost go time.
You think April May will sign my DVD?
No autographs.
If we treat her like a movie star, we're no better than the competition.
If you're so above everyone else, how come you're out here chasing her like a quail in a thicket?
Chick, we are providing a unique opportunity for this girl.
To tell her side of the story in a judgment and agenda-free environment.
But, Pep, what makes you think she's gonna spill her guts to you?
I've done the research.
I understand the psychology of this girl.
Now, Chick, here's the plan.
Wait, wait, wait, hold on.
The twins are about to find out it was the cat that ate Grandma Fanny's peach pie.
You know, they say you can't turn someone gay.
I say, raise a teenage boy with a V-chip.
So my parents were channel blockers!
Right.
And now, you're hot for a scrawny, no-talent, sister-killing, white girl.
She is not guilty.
Please.
Guys, can we just focus on the facts?
What we know for sure is that April May Tyler was found wandering the streets in a drunken stupor in Christy's hotel bathrobe from the room she was pushed out of.
Oops-a-daisy!
That is it.
No, you don't get to talk about her like that.
No, come on...
Guys, guys, guys!
Twiggy's on the move.
April May!
Pepper Dennis, WEiE News.
No comment.
Smart maneuvering with the decoy out front.
Took us a few nights to figure it out.
Can we have a few words?
Sure.
No ( bleep ) comment.
April May, you're on trial for the murder of your sister.
How can you expect a jury to overlook the seeming lack of remorse, the late-night partying?
Let's bounce!
April May, you can try to close that sunroof, block out the world-- a world all too willing to judge you based on hearsay and gossip-- but I want something else, April May.
I want your story.
You've been part of a duo your whole life.
Don't you want the world to hear what you have to say?
How did you know?
I attended the International Twins Day Festival in Twinsburg, Ohio.
Wow.
Okay.
Hit us with the truth.
That ( bleep )!
Whoa, Dennis.
You look a little weary.
Tough night's sleep?
Quite the opposite, Babcock.
While you were in beddy-bye with your bottle and banky, we were on assignment chasing down exclusives.
And carrying them off in those big eye bags.
Oh, Blanca.
Envy is the consuming desire to have everyone else be as unsuccessful as you are.
That's noble and all, but you could seriously use some concealer.
No, thank you, Kimmy.
My team and I wear our dark circles like badges of honor.
Right, team?
All right, I know what we need.
Hey, intern, let's do a coffee run on me.
Everyone shout out your orders to Gilligan over there.
L emon.
Hot chocolate.
And soy milk.
Extra whipping.
Greetings, folks.
My name is Leslie Gaye, but you can call me Les.
So, you're Les Gaye?
Precisely.
I'm WEiE's new news director following Jack Bell's departure.
He was let go last night.
What?!
Oh, hell, no.
Corporate adopted a new mission statement.
Mr.
Bell told them to shove it in a small painful place, so they shoved him instead.
What exactly is the new mission statement, Les?
I am glad you asked.
Up until now, WEiE has been all about hard news.
Who, what, where, why, how.
Just the facts, ma'am.
You see, viewers don't want war coverage and traffic reports.
They're depressed enough.
Instead, it's our job to lighten the load, give their brains some time off.
Are Nick and Jessica splitsville 'cause she got caught with her Daisy Dukes around her ankles?
What's up with Vaughniston?
Newsatainment equals ratings.
Ratings equals money, and the wheel goes round.
I have some ideas.
Blanca Martinez.
Weather.
Terrific.
Excuse me.
What exactly are your credentials?
A little about myself?
Um, I studied at Vassar, where I ran the TV station and won us a Student Emmy.
I also took double degrees in Media Studies and Korean.
Where's Kimmy Kim?
Annyong haseyo.
Okay, that's enough.
Where are the cameras?
I'm sorry?
We've been Punk'd, people.
Don't get me wrong, Sparky.
The acting chops are commendable, but you pushed it a little over the edge with the degree from the girls' college.
Where's Ashton?
A.K., get your butt out here!
Pepper?
The announcement's on Chicago Media Online.
Jack, it's Dennis.
Some little man named Leslie is here claiming you're yesterday's news.
Call me.
Oh, poor Mr.
Bell.
I can't believe he was fired.
Listen, gang, it's going to be fine.
Jack will call back and explain everything.
Until then, we're adopting a spirit of noncompliance.
Do you think that's a good idea?
No.
There he is.
Judas with a cruller. "
What is the mission statement, Les?
Hardy-har.
You're so funny."
The body's not even cold, Babcock.
Dennis, this isn't about, Jack, okay?
I loved the guy, too.
But I've seen management switch hands at several stations.
It's in everyone's best interest to just lay low for a little while, suck it up, and be company men.
There is no company without Jack Bell.
Pepper?
Can I see you in my office?
We have a big problem.
What I'm concerned about is this.
Unused vacation days?
Lots of 'em.
Guess I've been busy.
Not anymore, I'm afraid.
Company policy is very clear on this.
Vacation days can't be stockpiled.
Fine.
Pay me out.
Ooh, wish I could, but corporate philosophy is, vacations keep employees well-balanced and satisfied, which in turn, makes them more productive.
About a third of your coworkers are in the same boat.
So, shut down your computers, and we'll see you all in about two weeks, okay?
Have so much fun.
That means you can go.
No can do.
I still need to fill out the April May Tyler coverage with an exclusive interview before that verdict is read.
Why don't we push the vacation till the end of the month?
Now is better.
Look, Les, I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot.
I certainly meant no disrespect.
Jack was a mentor to me.
You can imagine how abrupt this is.
But you want me on this trial.
You need me on this trial.
I heard you were a strong-willed filly.
I appreciate that.
I do.
But you can't expect me to violate the station's rules my first week on the job.
Another reporter can cover the trial.
Again, have so much fun.
First he takes out Jack, and now he's trying to run me out on the rails?
Come on, let's go to corporate, find out what the hell they were thinking when they gave this buffoon the job.
He's the CEO's stepson.
This can't be happening.
Two weeks out of the office?
That's not a vacation.
That's a death sentence.
What about me?
Pepper, you and I have never been apart.
What'll I do?
Don't let them forget me.
Bye, Lisa.
Gary, Jeffrey, take care of yourselves.
Patrick, Jen, Amanda, keep that copy crisp.
Aaron, Dana, be good.
I'm around if you need me.
Call anytime.
Pepper.
Nice.
Thanks.
It's a new news theme.
Jack was open to my input, since I have all this music just bottled up inside me.
I'm digging it.
It's got that zing the new WEiE is going for.
Hey, in the spirit of zing-- I'd like you to go to the courthouse for the April May Tyler trial.
Run out of reporters, Les?
I know this is outside of your anchor box, but we're going to need everyone pitching in since we're working with a skeleton crew.
Anything you need.
Great.
We have a real opportunity with this story to implement newsatainment.
It's a murder trial.
You should check April May's pupils.
Ask what she had for lunch, and if she kept it down.
Find out who she's sleeping with, and if it's on video.
Sure.
Awesome.
Day one and we're already on the same page.
Oh, great.
Doug Pympel's in our spot again.
Sleazeball paparazzo.
I don't even know how he gets in here.
Who the hell's that?
That's Benny Gold, April May's manager.
Here's the part where he tells us...
There's nothing to see, people.
April May won't be talking today.
It's good enough for me.
Let's try a new angle.
So we'll hit the coffee shop across the street.
See if April May rolls up every morning to nurse a hangover.
Whoa!
Are you all right?
Yeah, I think so.
Oh, my God, can I call you back?
Hey, I'm on the other line.
I'll call you back.
Kisses.
Oh, did I do that?
Jack, Dennis.
Again.
Call me.
Oh, um, what are you doing out of bed?
It's your first day of vacation.
I couldn't sleep.
I had a recurring nightmare that I was chained to a beach chair and in the distance, WEiE burst into a giant ball of flames and all I could do was watch helplessly as it burned to the ground.
Oh, where was I?
Well, that sounds like a classic anxiety dream.
Of course.
I'm freaking out, Kathy.
My boss has gone missing and the tadpole who took his place forced me out, too.
All the more reason to take advantage of this time off.
Call a friend, grab some lunch, go shopping.
Maybe do a little eyebrow maintenance.
All my friends are working right now like I should be, and my eyebrows are fine.
So hop on the next flight out of here, Miss Workaholic.
All work and no play leads to an exhausted immune system, migraine headaches and crow's-feet.
You need balance in your life.
Balance doesn't get you on the Wheaties box.
It's a lack of focus.
Get too balanced and everything suffers.
Jack Bell knew that.
I am not going to sit by and let you waste this opportunity.
Ta-da.
It's a vacation basket.
All the items inside are designed to help you turn off the TV, get away from your computer and your cell phone and reconnect with you.
Have a wonderful day.
What?
No.
No, this is...
can't be happening.
No.
Kathy!
Kathy, if you ever...!
In that movie, you actually played a...
Do some soul searching.
I mean, it really...
What's going on?
She mowed down Babcock with her car.
So he promised not to sue her as long as she came here and gave him an interview.
Bastard!
I know the last 12 months have been extremely difficult for you.
Yeah.
It must be a lot to deal with.
Does retail therapy help?
Absolutely.
There's, like, a ton of stores in Chicago...
Who's feeding him this crap?
Fantastic segue, Babcock.
Okay, let's move on to young Hollywood posses.
You're far from home.
Which of your celebrity friends have given you the most support during this ordeal?
This is pathetic.
She's on trial for murder.
I'll tell you who's off my buddy list-- Frankie Muniz.
He and I cohosted the Teen Vogue Fashion Awards two years running.
If that doesn't make you BFFs, then what does?
He hasn't texted me once.
Loving this.
Okay, go in for the kill.
Was Malcolm in her middle?
Ask her where she was the night her sister died.
Is that Pepper Dennis?
Babcock, don't waste this opportunity.
Ask!
Where were you the night your sister died?
Uh, it's like the press release said-- I was drunk and wandering around.
Hotel guests said they heard the girls arguing.
Allegedly Christy wanted to leave the business for college.
As a twin, April May must have felt deserted and rejected.
Hadn't the two of you been fighting about her wanting to pull out of your comeback movie?
Hello?
Sisters fight.
It's normal.
You know, you're being a jerk.
You needed this movie, didn't you?
Um, I'm worth like a thousand million dollars.
I mean, I was just doing it for the fans.
April May, did you kill your sister?
Yes!
No.
You don't know, you weren't there!
I loved my sister.
She was a part of me and now she's gone, and everyone thinks it's my fault!
Nice work, Babcock.
I don't know.
I think I might have gotten a little carried away at the end there.
Are you kidding me?
That was first-rate questioning.
The only person who could have done that interview better is...
You!
Hey, there.
What the hell are you doing here?
I had to pick something up.
Got it.
I'll be on my way.
You hijacked my interview.
Is that what you call that pabulum?
'Cause to me it sounded more like two eighth-graders at a slumber party.
Jack Bell...
I never want to hear that name again!
I am your boss now, Ms.
Dennis.
From the get-go, you have been a defiant and impertinent employee.
I will not tolerate it anymore.
This isn't personal.
Oh, really?
Think I don't know who took a walk over to corporate to check me out?
Look, Les, I'm just trying to protect what this place stands for.
Tell him, Babcock.
Charlie knows you can't fight change.
This is your last warning.
You will leave this station for two weeks.
During that time, if you so much as call, fax, or send a balloon bouquet, you will be fired faster than you can say oops-a-daisy!
Am I clear?
Kathy?
Hello?
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Stay down, buddy!
I'm calling the...!
Mitch?!
Dude, I am telling Mom.
How did you get in here?
I can't disclose that.
Why are you here?
I was just baking brownies to sell at school.
What's wrong with your oven?
Well, yours is, like, NASA-designed.
Well, sorry Major Tom, but I busted my hump to buy that oven I never use.
You and your freeloading, loser butt have to leave.
We could hang out, finish the brownies.
Adios, little brother.
Mitch, wait!
April May?
Go away!
I'm waiting for my ride!
The new Us Weekly's here.
Am I on it?
I don't care.
There's a picture of Jake Gyllenhaal getting a parking ticket inside.
He's wearing a ribbed tank.
We need to talk.
Not after what you did to me.
Benny says stressages you, and I still need those "tween" parts, so buh-bye.
April May, I'm sorry, but those questions are nothing compared to what they're going to ask you on the witness stand.
I'm not taking the stand.
Der.
Why?
They just told me I wasn't.
Gwyneth has cellulite.
Who told you?
That bikini says it all.
No, who told you you're not taking the witness stand?
Benny.
He says celebrities never do.
The jury knows me already.
But Benny's your manager, not your lawyer.
Ben-Ben's hella awesome and totally smart.
He got me and Christy emancipated when we were just 14, so you know he's good.
Has he talked about what happens if you get convicted?
He says I won't.
Look, I'm all for positive thinking, but a guilty verdict is definitely a possibility here, and if that happens, you're either going to go to prison for life, or...
What's wrong with you?!
Do you just run around making little girls cry?
Because that's Jared Leto's job.
I miss my sister every day and I didn't do anything wrong, so I'm not going to prison!
I just want this whole thing to be over with!
What the hell is this?!
Baby, are you okay?
No, I am so not okay.
Hey, I told you never to wander off without me.
Come on.
You're sick!
...shots with the champagne bottle.
How's the package, Gaye?
I mean, the April May interview?
Can't use it.
The manager threatened to sue.
He can't.
April May handed us full consent.
I already gave Benny the tapes.
What?
It's no biggie.
I have something better.
A psychic on Oak Street claims she's getting messages from beyond the grave from the dead Tyler twin.
You'll be interviewing her live tonight.
A psychic?
Sounds neat, huh?
Spooky.
It sounds ridiculous.
Les, I saw a different side of April May today, okay?
Vulnerable, real.
We're on to something here.
That girl isn't a good enough actress to maintain her innocence this well.
And there's something up with that manager.
He's keeping her in the dark.
Won't even let her take the stand.
Celebrities never do.
Les, focus on the facts for a second.
Forget newsatainment.
I'm going to get the interview footage back.
I thought we were on the same page.
Are we not?
'Cause I would really hate to call my stepfather, Wes Brinkman, and tell him that his star anchor isn't down with the new mandate.
Talk to the psychic.
Oh, I have a business dinner tonight so I'll be missing the broadcast.
Make us proud.
Doesn't my loft look cool?
It just looks so cool.
Just like the cool girl lives here, you know?
It's the pot.
Hmm?
The pot in the brownies.
You're funny.
That's the pot, too.
Mitch, please tell me you made the brownies in a pot.
Geez, you are dim.
There's pot in the brownies.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
I'm on pot?
Nice, right?
No, Mitchell, no, it is not nice!
It is not nice at all!
Oh, God!
Okay, don't panic.
Don't panic.
The secret to pollution is dilution.
I learned that in health class.
Okay, I need to drink something.
I need, I need...
A margarita!
Totally.
I can't believe it.
It's the middle of the day and I'm in my apartment and I'm high and...
This isn't me.
I'm not like this.
I'm...
In desperate need of this vacation, I know.
Would everyone please stop saying that?
I don't have a disease.
I just love my job.
The whole point of employment is so you can afford to buy doobage and chill.
Do you know how I got my first break?
I covered for a reporter who took a week off to get a chin implant.
I rocked it and replaced her.
What if WEiE forgets about me?
What if they don't need me anymore?
You'll do something else.
Oh, Mitch, you don't understand.
I couldn't.
I mean, when I'm...
when I'm chasing down a story or bringing down the bad guy, I'm a caped crusader.
Nothing can match that high.
Jack Bell knew that.
I miss him.
It's the cops!
Don't answer it!
Dennis, I need your help.
My gut tells me something's off with this whole April May case.
Know what my gut tells me?
Feed me.
What's wrong with her?
Oh, she's high.
I'm Mitch.
Her dealer?
Little brother.
Mmm.
Oh, my God!
I should totally patent this.
Go ahead, big dog.
I'll cover you.
No, I can see 'em clearly from here.
Not that I was looking.
God, you're dirty!
Touch 'em.
No, you touch 'em!
Garfield, come on, seriously!
What's Benny Gold's involvement with this whole trial been like?
He makes sure she keeps her mouth shut.
Her lawyers?
They look impressive on paper, but you can tell Benny's calling all the shots.
Doesn't make sense.
He's her manager.
A client like that's got to be worth more to him out of jail than in.
Think he's railroading her?
I don't know.
Got anything over there?
Maybe.
I've been sorting photos of April May's outfits into two piles: trash and tramp.
But in this one she's a trashy tramp.
What to do?
I'll make some coffee.
I didn't touch anything!
You know, for someone with a decoy, there sure are a lot of photos of her.
Doug Pympel's a lucky guy.
All except for the name.
Doug Pympel?
That sleazeball paparazzo from the press tent?
He took all these.
That's impossible.
He's got every photo credit.
No one's in the right place at the right time that often.
Unless someone's tipping you.
What I can't understand is how you're the only photographer out there who can get shots of April May Tyler.
I'm good.
Well, you must be.
I mean, how do you get past her overprotective manager, Benny Gold?
You know him?
Never had the pleasure.
You sure?
'Cause he's the guy who'd know April May's every move.
Maybe Benny gives you a tip every once in a while.
And maybe that's how you happen to be wherever the girl is.
And maybe that's how you can pay for this fancy little office setup.
Like I said, I'm good.
Which is why I'm busy-- which is why I'm saying good-bye, Mr.
Babcock.
No one's that good.
Really?
Check it out.
My babies.
Snapped you a few weeks ago on your lunch break.
You were really chowing down, bro.
What is that, poppy seed bagel?
What are you going to do with them?
Maybe I'll sell 'em.
Maybe I won't.
Maybe you'll stop bugging me about April May Tyler.
Maybe you won't.
Pympel just made this personal.
Okay, Mitch, this should be easy-breezy for a theater major.
Your character is lost and you need directions to the express way.
Tight.
Can I help you?
Mitch, talk!
Dennis, what's happening?
This is a bad idea.
Mitch is...
Bonjour.
French?
The people of my country love the stars of American comedy: Jerry Lewis, Eddie Murphy.
We like how they make us laugh, no?
Now, I am starting a new magazine that features one of France's favorites, and I need colorful photographs to fill the pages.
What you looking for?
Cusack.
John Cusack?
Oui, but of course, John Cusack.
But we feel a certain love for every one of them: John, Joan, Ann, Bill.
And even little Susie.
Cool.
Okay, come on in back.
No, Mitch, not in the back!
Oh, wait!
Um...
First, I mean, you must tell me who is your favorite Cusack.
More of a Piven fan.
No, surely you like one best.
I am just remembering how wonderful John was in that movie Toys with funny Monsieur Robin Williams.
Have you seen this movie?
I must tell you about this movie.
Finding any connection to Benny?
No, nothing.
Check the computer.
The guys got, like, a thousand folders on here.
I don't even know where to start. "
Oops-a-daisy."
That's it!
Well?
It's all jpegs.
Everything we've already seen before.
April May screaming at a bathroom attendant.
April May in her bathrobe swilling champagne on the street.
April May flashing a deejay.
Look, let's go.
This is a bust.
Babcock, hang on.
The one with the champagne.
Uh, there's three of them, actually.
We haven't seen those-- ever.
Where is she, downtown?
Looks like it.
In a bathrobe, you said?
No shoes?
Yeah.
What's the date on those pictures?
March five, last year.
The night of Christy's murder.
And her alibi.
Can you get a copy?
Yeah.
Hold on.
Okay.
All right.
And...
Bye-bye.
And then, the captain, played by, how you say, La La Cool Jay, he gets very, very angry at...
Mission accomplished.
Mitch, wrap it up.
Uh, but then, since war is bad, the toys win and it's uh, very, uh, very happy au revoir.
Uh, au revoir.
This is the only usable one.
All the others are overexposed.
Wait, look.
That bus stop.
It's on the Lake Avenue line in the Financial District.
What's that plaque say? "
Historic landmark"?
It's the Baxter Building on West Lake and Wacker.
That's a mile from the hotel.
April May wasn't lying.
She was wasted and roaming the streets the night Christy was pushed from that balcony.
We can't prove it, though.
There's no time or date stamps on these shots.
We may not need one.
I'm calling my source in the traffic department.
Lashondra?
Hey, girl.
It's P.D.
I need a favor.
Is West Lake and Wacker a photo-enforced intersection?
It is.
That explains the overexposure.
It's a flash.
Can you pull up all the redlight pictures taken there on March fifth of last year, say from midnight to 2:00 a.m.?
Yeah, I'll hold. "
P.D."?
We go back.
Yeah, hi.
You got 'em?
Okay, great.
Now, I know this sounds crazy, but in any of those shots do you see a skinny, homeless-looking girl on the corner kind of slumped down against the...
You do?
Can you e-mail that to me?
Great.
I owe you big.
Alibi confirmed.
Dennis, you're amazing.
Come on, Francois.
We're out.
Hey!
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You can't go.
Run with this.
Call the cops, the D.A.
There's still time to go live.
I got to catch a cab, get back to the station for the broadcast.
Babcock, you heard Les.
If I do this, I'm fired.
What, are you going to listen to that guy?
What happened to all the talk about being a company man?
Before I was a company man, I was a newsman.
Ask yourself, Dennis.
WWJD?
What would Jesus do? "
Jack."
Which one says "I like her" for when I take the stand?
I want to tell my side.
Oh, that'd be totally awesome, but, uh...
closing arguments are tomorrow.
So?
They'll open the courthouse for me.
You know, like they do at Saks.
That's my ahi.
Benny Gold?
Hi, April May.
Got a sec?
I'm Pepper Dennis, in front of the Willard Hotel, where new developments have blown the April May Tyler murder trial wide open.
Police have taken talent manager Benny Gold into custody for suppressing evidence, evidence that could clear his client of the murder of her twin sister, Christy.
Authorities are also speaking to local paparazzo Doug Pympel.
It was Mr.
Pympel who captured this shot of a drunk April May passed out on a downtown street at the time of her sister's death.
But why didn't this picture see the light of day?
It appears Mr.
Gold paid the photographer a million dollars to keep it under wraps, then kept him quiet by giving him additional photoops of his celebrity client.
It is my signature blend of five-day forecast and lifestyle reporting.
For example, Nicole Kidman might want to carry this Louis Vuitton umbrella to tonight's premiere of her new movie.
And then I'll interview Nicole while we're lying in bed in our nighties.
Outside this courthouse where loyal fans have been camping out since the trial began, cheers erupted...
Turn this car around, now.
I'm here live with April May Tyler, a young woman obviously very affected by this announcement.
April May, how does it feel to finally be exonerated?
How does it feel to be free?
Happy?
Sad?
I mean...
I lost a sister.
And a manager.
And what will you do with your new found innocence?
Well, the offers are pouring in.
Normally, I'd say yes to everything because I'd just be afraid they'd go on to the next girl, and I gotta stay ahead of Dakota Fanning, but, now I think I need to try and find some balance and live a normal life.
You know, the kind of life Christy died to have.
Well, we wish you luck.
Live from Michigan Avenue, where a lucky star has decided to come down to earth.
This is Pepper Dennis, WEiE News.
Windy City News, now.
Lucky star-- I like that.
You know what?
You could totally be the next Nancy O'Dell.
Thanks, kid.
But I think this interview may have been my last.
To a job well done.
Hey.
Whoa!
Sorry.
What do you know?
Uh, well, not much.
Everyone evacuated before he got back.
Well, almost everyone.
What are you doing in here?
Oh, um...
Mr.
Gaye, I was just replenishing the snacks.
Forget that.
Get me Legal on the phone.
It's late; everyone's gone.
How did this get in here?
Put that back.
I threw it away for a reason.
I want Charlie Babcock and Pepper Dennis's contracts on my desk now.
Kathy, I told you to throw that stupid plant away!
This avocado plant was Jack Bell's.
He grew it from a pit.
And you're going to leave it right here as a sign of respect.
Excuse me?
I may only be the receptionist around here, but I see a lot.
And I understand these people.
We lost one of the best bosses that a staff could ever hope for.
And if you fire Pepper and Charlie, you will have mutiny on your hands.
I'm trying to help.
Really.
Do you have any idea how much pressure I am under?
No.
But I'd be more than happy to help share the load.
Families do that for each other.
And that's what WEiE is--a family.
And Mr.
Bell knew that.
And I hope that someday, you will, too.
Good luck, Dennis.
Pepper Dennis.
Jack?
Hey, what's that?
You had her sign this?
Well, more from a collector's point of view.
Right.
Seriously.
I mean, it's different when you meet a celebrity.
Yeah, takes them off the pedestal, brings them down to your level.
Is that her phone number?
What?
What?
Let me see.
Let me see, Kimmy.
No, no, no.
Whoa, whoa.
Oops-a-daisy!
Don't give it to him.
He's on a sailboat in the Caribbean where he catches all the fish he can eat, sips all the tequila he can drink, and watches the most beautiful sunsets he's ever seen.
He says he's never been happier.
Charlie!
Pepper.
Nice broadcast.
Next round's on me.
Thanks, but I think I'm going to call it a night.
Pepper, before you go...
Listen, Les, I get the station's new direction.
I can't say I support it, but I understand it.
And I see the stakes for you to make it work.
Thing is, if you want a newshound who's happy digging in the dirt, that hound isn't me.
What I want is a determined, tenacious, resourceful reporter.
Like you.
Now, you still have close to two weeks to think about your blatant disregard for my instructions today and how it will never happen again.
Please enjoy your time off.
Thanks.
Hey.
Everything okay?
Yeah.
No.
Les?
Jack.
He told me he's done with the news.
How can that be, Babcock?
He trained me.
Look, Jack Bell was an amazing newsman.
But maybe he realized that's all he was.
Is that all I am?
Not if you learn from his example.
Find the balance, Dennis.
Theresa?
Hey, it's Pepper.
Yeah, it looks like there's a break-in down at the jewelry store on the corner of Belmont and Halstead.
Someone should get down here, ASAP.
Not me.
I'm headed to the airport.
Don't know yet.
Someplace with a nice sunset.
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Best known for their roles on the popular sitcom, Two for One, April May and Christy Tyler were a '90s sensation, coining one of the most familiar catchphrases of the decade...
Oops-a-daisy!
Oops-a-daisy!
Billionaires by the age of 12, the twins built an empire based on books, clothing, and a national chain of flower shops.
While April May became a fixture on the L.A.
party circuit, Christy sought a normal life, even completing her GED.
Fights became common.
The twins moved out of their shared mansion and dissolved their production company.
But time heals all wounds, and at 19, the Tylers decided to make another run at the silver screen.
Windy City Wonders, scheduled to shoot here in Chicago, was to be their reconciliation project.
The cameras were a week away from rolling when tragedy struck.
In the late-night hours, Christy Tyler was pushed to her death from her hotel balcony.
The only suspect-- her twin sister, April May.
Facing charges of first degree murder, April May Tyler is fighting for her life in what has become this city's biggest celebrity trial.
But what does this fallen starlet have to say about it?
She's been silent, refusing interviews with all media outlets.
Until now.
Tonight's the night.
I can feel it.
That little waif is finally going to open those lips and chew on something-- my questions.
Right, guys?
Right, guys?
Wake up!
What time is it?
4:00 a.m.
Chick?
Chick!
Almost go time.
You think April May will sign my DVD?
No autographs.
If we treat her like a movie star, we're no better than the competition.
If you're so above everyone else, how come you're out here chasing her like a quail in a thicket?
Chick, we are providing a unique opportunity for this girl.
To tell her side of the story in a judgment and agenda-free environment.
But, Pep, what makes you think she's gonna spill her guts to you?
I've done the research.
I understand the psychology of this girl.
Now, Chick, here's the plan.
Wait, wait, wait, hold on.
The twins are about to find out it was the cat that ate Grandma Fanny's peach pie.
You know, they say you can't turn someone gay.
I say, raise a teenage boy with a V-chip.
So my parents were channel blockers!
Right.
And now, you're hot for a scrawny, no-talent, sister-killing, white girl.
She is not guilty.
Please.
Guys, can we just focus on the facts?
What we know for sure is that April May Tyler was found wandering the streets in a drunken stupor in Christy's hotel bathrobe from the room she was pushed out of.
Oops-a-daisy!
That is it.
No, you don't get to talk about her like that.
No, come on...
Guys, guys, guys!
Twiggy's on the move.
April May!
Pepper Dennis, WEiE News.
No comment.
Smart maneuvering with the decoy out front.
Took us a few nights to figure it out.
Can we have a few words?
Sure.
No ( bleep ) comment.
April May, you're on trial for the murder of your sister.
How can you expect a jury to overlook the seeming lack of remorse, the late-night partying?
Let's bounce!
April May, you can try to close that sunroof, block out the world-- a world all too willing to judge you based on hearsay and gossip-- but I want something else, April May.
I want your story.
You've been part of a duo your whole life.
Don't you want the world to hear what you have to say?
How did you know?
I attended the International Twins Day Festival in Twinsburg, Ohio.
Wow.
Okay.
Hit us with the truth.
That ( bleep )!
Whoa, Dennis.
You look a little weary.
Tough night's sleep?
Quite the opposite, Babcock.
While you were in beddy-bye with your bottle and banky, we were on assignment chasing down exclusives.
And carrying them off in those big eye bags.
Oh, Blanca.
Envy is the consuming desire to have everyone else be as unsuccessful as you are.
That's noble and all, but you could seriously use some concealer.
No, thank you, Kimmy.
My team and I wear our dark circles like badges of honor.
Right, team?
All right, I know what we need.
Hey, intern, let's do a coffee run on me.
Everyone shout out your orders to Gilligan over there.
L emon.
Hot chocolate.
And soy milk.
Extra whipping.
Greetings, folks.
My name is Leslie Gaye, but you can call me Les.
So, you're Les Gaye?
Precisely.
I'm WEiE's new news director following Jack Bell's departure.
He was let go last night.
What?!
Oh, hell, no.
Corporate adopted a new mission statement.
Mr.
Bell told them to shove it in a small painful place, so they shoved him instead.
What exactly is the new mission statement, Les?
I am glad you asked.
Up until now, WEiE has been all about hard news.
Who, what, where, why, how.
Just the facts, ma'am.
You see, viewers don't want war coverage and traffic reports.
They're depressed enough.
Instead, it's our job to lighten the load, give their brains some time off.
Are Nick and Jessica splitsville 'cause she got caught with her Daisy Dukes around her ankles?
What's up with Vaughniston?
Newsatainment equals ratings.
Ratings equals money, and the wheel goes round.
I have some ideas.
Blanca Martinez.
Weather.
Terrific.
Excuse me.
What exactly are your credentials?
A little about myself?
Um, I studied at Vassar, where I ran the TV station and won us a Student Emmy.
I also took double degrees in Media Studies and Korean.
Where's Kimmy Kim?
Annyong haseyo.
Okay, that's enough.
Where are the cameras?
I'm sorry?
We've been Punk'd, people.
Don't get me wrong, Sparky.
The acting chops are commendable, but you pushed it a little over the edge with the degree from the girls' college.
Where's Ashton?
A.K., get your butt out here!
Pepper?
The announcement's on Chicago Media Online.
Jack, it's Dennis.
Some little man named Leslie is here claiming you're yesterday's news.
Call me.
Oh, poor Mr.
Bell.
I can't believe he was fired.
Listen, gang, it's going to be fine.
Jack will call back and explain everything.
Until then, we're adopting a spirit of noncompliance.
Do you think that's a good idea?
No.
There he is.
Judas with a cruller. "
What is the mission statement, Les?
Hardy-har.
You're so funny."
The body's not even cold, Babcock.
Dennis, this isn't about, Jack, okay?
I loved the guy, too.
But I've seen management switch hands at several stations.
It's in everyone's best interest to just lay low for a little while, suck it up, and be company men.
There is no company without Jack Bell.
Pepper?
Can I see you in my office?
We have a big problem.
What I'm concerned about is this.
Unused vacation days?
Lots of 'em.
Guess I've been busy.
Not anymore, I'm afraid.
Company policy is very clear on this.
Vacation days can't be stockpiled.
Fine.
Pay me out.
Ooh, wish I could, but corporate philosophy is, vacations keep employees well-balanced and satisfied, which in turn, makes them more productive.
About a third of your coworkers are in the same boat.
So, shut down your computers, and we'll see you all in about two weeks, okay?
Have so much fun.
That means you can go.
No can do.
I still need to fill out the April May Tyler coverage with an exclusive interview before that verdict is read.
Why don't we push the vacation till the end of the month?
Now is better.
Look, Les, I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot.
I certainly meant no disrespect.
Jack was a mentor to me.
You can imagine how abrupt this is.
But you want me on this trial.
You need me on this trial.
I heard you were a strong-willed filly.
I appreciate that.
I do.
But you can't expect me to violate the station's rules my first week on the job.
Another reporter can cover the trial.
Again, have so much fun.
First he takes out Jack, and now he's trying to run me out on the rails?
Come on, let's go to corporate, find out what the hell they were thinking when they gave this buffoon the job.
He's the CEO's stepson.
This can't be happening.
Two weeks out of the office?
That's not a vacation.
That's a death sentence.
What about me?
Pepper, you and I have never been apart.
What'll I do?
Don't let them forget me.
Bye, Lisa.
Gary, Jeffrey, take care of yourselves.
Patrick, Jen, Amanda, keep that copy crisp.
Aaron, Dana, be good.
I'm around if you need me.
Call anytime.
Pepper.
Nice.
Thanks.
It's a new news theme.
Jack was open to my input, since I have all this music just bottled up inside me.
I'm digging it.
It's got that zing the new WEiE is going for.
Hey, in the spirit of zing-- I'd like you to go to the courthouse for the April May Tyler trial.
Run out of reporters, Les?
I know this is outside of your anchor box, but we're going to need everyone pitching in since we're working with a skeleton crew.
Anything you need.
Great.
We have a real opportunity with this story to implement newsatainment.
It's a murder trial.
You should check April May's pupils.
Ask what she had for lunch, and if she kept it down.
Find out who she's sleeping with, and if it's on video.
Sure.
Awesome.
Day one and we're already on the same page.
Oh, great.
Doug Pympel's in our spot again.
Sleazeball paparazzo.
I don't even know how he gets in here.
Who the hell's that?
That's Benny Gold, April May's manager.
Here's the part where he tells us...
There's nothing to see, people.
April May won't be talking today.
It's good enough for me.
Let's try a new angle.
So we'll hit the coffee shop across the street.
See if April May rolls up every morning to nurse a hangover.
Whoa!
Are you all right?
Yeah, I think so.
Oh, my God, can I call you back?
Hey, I'm on the other line.
I'll call you back.
Kisses.
Oh, did I do that?
Jack, Dennis.
Again.
Call me.
Oh, um, what are you doing out of bed?
It's your first day of vacation.
I couldn't sleep.
I had a recurring nightmare that I was chained to a beach chair and in the distance, WEiE burst into a giant ball of flames and all I could do was watch helplessly as it burned to the ground.
Oh, where was I?
Well, that sounds like a classic anxiety dream.
Of course.
I'm freaking out, Kathy.
My boss has gone missing and the tadpole who took his place forced me out, too.
All the more reason to take advantage of this time off.
Call a friend, grab some lunch, go shopping.
Maybe do a little eyebrow maintenance.
All my friends are working right now like I should be, and my eyebrows are fine.
So hop on the next flight out of here, Miss Workaholic.
All work and no play leads to an exhausted immune system, migraine headaches and crow's-feet.
You need balance in your life.
Balance doesn't get you on the Wheaties box.
It's a lack of focus.
Get too balanced and everything suffers.
Jack Bell knew that.
I am not going to sit by and let you waste this opportunity.
Ta-da.
It's a vacation basket.
All the items inside are designed to help you turn off the TV, get away from your computer and your cell phone and reconnect with you.
Have a wonderful day.
What?
No.
No, this is...
can't be happening.
No.
Kathy!
Kathy, if you ever...!
In that movie, you actually played a...
Do some soul searching.
I mean, it really...
What's going on?
She mowed down Babcock with her car.
So he promised not to sue her as long as she came here and gave him an interview.
Bastard!
I know the last 12 months have been extremely difficult for you.
Yeah.
It must be a lot to deal with.
Does retail therapy help?
Absolutely.
There's, like, a ton of stores in Chicago...
Who's feeding him this crap?
Fantastic segue, Babcock.
Okay, let's move on to young Hollywood posses.
You're far from home.
Which of your celebrity friends have given you the most support during this ordeal?
This is pathetic.
She's on trial for murder.
I'll tell you who's off my buddy list-- Frankie Muniz.
He and I cohosted the Teen Vogue Fashion Awards two years running.
If that doesn't make you BFFs, then what does?
He hasn't texted me once.
Loving this.
Okay, go in for the kill.
Was Malcolm in her middle?
Ask her where she was the night her sister died.
Is that Pepper Dennis?
Babcock, don't waste this opportunity.
Ask!
Where were you the night your sister died?
Uh, it's like the press release said-- I was drunk and wandering around.
Hotel guests said they heard the girls arguing.
Allegedly Christy wanted to leave the business for college.
As a twin, April May must have felt deserted and rejected.
Hadn't the two of you been fighting about her wanting to pull out of your comeback movie?
Hello?
Sisters fight.
It's normal.
You know, you're being a jerk.
You needed this movie, didn't you?
Um, I'm worth like a thousand million dollars.
I mean, I was just doing it for the fans.
April May, did you kill your sister?
Yes!
No.
You don't know, you weren't there!
I loved my sister.
She was a part of me and now she's gone, and everyone thinks it's my fault!
Nice work, Babcock.
I don't know.
I think I might have gotten a little carried away at the end there.
Are you kidding me?
That was first-rate questioning.
The only person who could have done that interview better is...
You!
Hey, there.
What the hell are you doing here?
I had to pick something up.
Got it.
I'll be on my way.
You hijacked my interview.
Is that what you call that pabulum?
'Cause to me it sounded more like two eighth-graders at a slumber party.
Jack Bell...
I never want to hear that name again!
I am your boss now, Ms.
Dennis.
From the get-go, you have been a defiant and impertinent employee.
I will not tolerate it anymore.
This isn't personal.
Oh, really?
Think I don't know who took a walk over to corporate to check me out?
Look, Les, I'm just trying to protect what this place stands for.
Tell him, Babcock.
Charlie knows you can't fight change.
This is your last warning.
You will leave this station for two weeks.
During that time, if you so much as call, fax, or send a balloon bouquet, you will be fired faster than you can say oops-a-daisy!
Am I clear?
Kathy?
Hello?
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Stay down, buddy!
I'm calling the...!
Mitch?!
Dude, I am telling Mom.
How did you get in here?
I can't disclose that.
Why are you here?
I was just baking brownies to sell at school.
What's wrong with your oven?
Well, yours is, like, NASA-designed.
Well, sorry Major Tom, but I busted my hump to buy that oven I never use.
You and your freeloading, loser butt have to leave.
We could hang out, finish the brownies.
Adios, little brother.
Mitch, wait!
April May?
Go away!
I'm waiting for my ride!
The new Us Weekly's here.
Am I on it?
I don't care.
There's a picture of Jake Gyllenhaal getting a parking ticket inside.
He's wearing a ribbed tank.
We need to talk.
Not after what you did to me.
Benny says stressages you, and I still need those "tween" parts, so buh-bye.
April May, I'm sorry, but those questions are nothing compared to what they're going to ask you on the witness stand.
I'm not taking the stand.
Der.
Why?
They just told me I wasn't.
Gwyneth has cellulite.
Who told you?
That bikini says it all.
No, who told you you're not taking the witness stand?
Benny.
He says celebrities never do.
The jury knows me already.
But Benny's your manager, not your lawyer.
Ben-Ben's hella awesome and totally smart.
He got me and Christy emancipated when we were just 14, so you know he's good.
Has he talked about what happens if you get convicted?
He says I won't.
Look, I'm all for positive thinking, but a guilty verdict is definitely a possibility here, and if that happens, you're either going to go to prison for life, or...
What's wrong with you?!
Do you just run around making little girls cry?
Because that's Jared Leto's job.
I miss my sister every day and I didn't do anything wrong, so I'm not going to prison!
I just want this whole thing to be over with!
What the hell is this?!
Baby, are you okay?
No, I am so not okay.
Hey, I told you never to wander off without me.
Come on.
You're sick!
...shots with the champagne bottle.
How's the package, Gaye?
I mean, the April May interview?
Can't use it.
The manager threatened to sue.
He can't.
April May handed us full consent.
I already gave Benny the tapes.
What?
It's no biggie.
I have something better.
A psychic on Oak Street claims she's getting messages from beyond the grave from the dead Tyler twin.
You'll be interviewing her live tonight.
A psychic?
Sounds neat, huh?
Spooky.
It sounds ridiculous.
Les, I saw a different side of April May today, okay?
Vulnerable, real.
We're on to something here.
That girl isn't a good enough actress to maintain her innocence this well.
And there's something up with that manager.
He's keeping her in the dark.
Won't even let her take the stand.
Celebrities never do.
Les, focus on the facts for a second.
Forget newsatainment.
I'm going to get the interview footage back.
I thought we were on the same page.
Are we not?
'Cause I would really hate to call my stepfather, Wes Brinkman, and tell him that his star anchor isn't down with the new mandate.
Talk to the psychic.
Oh, I have a business dinner tonight so I'll be missing the broadcast.
Make us proud.
Doesn't my loft look cool?
It just looks so cool.
Just like the cool girl lives here, you know?
It's the pot.
Hmm?
The pot in the brownies.
You're funny.
That's the pot, too.
Mitch, please tell me you made the brownies in a pot.
Geez, you are dim.
There's pot in the brownies.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
I'm on pot?
Nice, right?
No, Mitchell, no, it is not nice!
It is not nice at all!
Oh, God!
Okay, don't panic.
Don't panic.
The secret to pollution is dilution.
I learned that in health class.
Okay, I need to drink something.
I need, I need...
A margarita!
Totally.
I can't believe it.
It's the middle of the day and I'm in my apartment and I'm high and...
This isn't me.
I'm not like this.
I'm...
In desperate need of this vacation, I know.
Would everyone please stop saying that?
I don't have a disease.
I just love my job.
The whole point of employment is so you can afford to buy doobage and chill.
Do you know how I got my first break?
I covered for a reporter who took a week off to get a chin implant.
I rocked it and replaced her.
What if WEiE forgets about me?
What if they don't need me anymore?
You'll do something else.
Oh, Mitch, you don't understand.
I couldn't.
I mean, when I'm...
when I'm chasing down a story or bringing down the bad guy, I'm a caped crusader.
Nothing can match that high.
Jack Bell knew that.
I miss him.
It's the cops!
Don't answer it!
Dennis, I need your help.
My gut tells me something's off with this whole April May case.
Know what my gut tells me?
Feed me.
What's wrong with her?
Oh, she's high.
I'm Mitch.
Her dealer?
Little brother.
Mmm.
Oh, my God!
I should totally patent this.
Go ahead, big dog.
I'll cover you.
No, I can see 'em clearly from here.
Not that I was looking.
God, you're dirty!
Touch 'em.
No, you touch 'em!
Garfield, come on, seriously!
What's Benny Gold's involvement with this whole trial been like?
He makes sure she keeps her mouth shut.
Her lawyers?
They look impressive on paper, but you can tell Benny's calling all the shots.
Doesn't make sense.
He's her manager.
A client like that's got to be worth more to him out of jail than in.
Think he's railroading her?
I don't know.
Got anything over there?
Maybe.
I've been sorting photos of April May's outfits into two piles: trash and tramp.
But in this one she's a trashy tramp.
What to do?
I'll make some coffee.
I didn't touch anything!
You know, for someone with a decoy, there sure are a lot of photos of her.
Doug Pympel's a lucky guy.
All except for the name.
Doug Pympel?
That sleazeball paparazzo from the press tent?
He took all these.
That's impossible.
He's got every photo credit.
No one's in the right place at the right time that often.
Unless someone's tipping you.
What I can't understand is how you're the only photographer out there who can get shots of April May Tyler.
I'm good.
Well, you must be.
I mean, how do you get past her overprotective manager, Benny Gold?
You know him?
Never had the pleasure.
You sure?
'Cause he's the guy who'd know April May's every move.
Maybe Benny gives you a tip every once in a while.
And maybe that's how you happen to be wherever the girl is.
And maybe that's how you can pay for this fancy little office setup.
Like I said, I'm good.
Which is why I'm busy-- which is why I'm saying good-bye, Mr.
Babcock.
No one's that good.
Really?
Check it out.
My babies.
Snapped you a few weeks ago on your lunch break.
You were really chowing down, bro.
What is that, poppy seed bagel?
What are you going to do with them?
Maybe I'll sell 'em.
Maybe I won't.
Maybe you'll stop bugging me about April May Tyler.
Maybe you won't.
Pympel just made this personal.
Okay, Mitch, this should be easy-breezy for a theater major.
Your character is lost and you need directions to the express way.
Tight.
Can I help you?
Mitch, talk!
Dennis, what's happening?
This is a bad idea.
Mitch is...
Bonjour.
French?
The people of my country love the stars of American comedy: Jerry Lewis, Eddie Murphy.
We like how they make us laugh, no?
Now, I am starting a new magazine that features one of France's favorites, and I need colorful photographs to fill the pages.
What you looking for?
Cusack.
John Cusack?
Oui, but of course, John Cusack.
But we feel a certain love for every one of them: John, Joan, Ann, Bill.
And even little Susie.
Cool.
Okay, come on in back.
No, Mitch, not in the back!
Oh, wait!
Um...
First, I mean, you must tell me who is your favorite Cusack.
More of a Piven fan.
No, surely you like one best.
I am just remembering how wonderful John was in that movie Toys with funny Monsieur Robin Williams.
Have you seen this movie?
I must tell you about this movie.
Finding any connection to Benny?
No, nothing.
Check the computer.
The guys got, like, a thousand folders on here.
I don't even know where to start. "
Oops-a-daisy."
That's it!
Well?
It's all jpegs.
Everything we've already seen before.
April May screaming at a bathroom attendant.
April May in her bathrobe swilling champagne on the street.
April May flashing a deejay.
Look, let's go.
This is a bust.
Babcock, hang on.
The one with the champagne.
Uh, there's three of them, actually.
We haven't seen those-- ever.
Where is she, downtown?
Looks like it.
In a bathrobe, you said?
No shoes?
Yeah.
What's the date on those pictures?
March five, last year.
The night of Christy's murder.
And her alibi.
Can you get a copy?
Yeah.
Hold on.
Okay.
All right.
And...
Bye-bye.
And then, the captain, played by, how you say, La La Cool Jay, he gets very, very angry at...
Mission accomplished.
Mitch, wrap it up.
Uh, but then, since war is bad, the toys win and it's uh, very, uh, very happy au revoir.
Uh, au revoir.
This is the only usable one.
All the others are overexposed.
Wait, look.
That bus stop.
It's on the Lake Avenue line in the Financial District.
What's that plaque say? "
Historic landmark"?
It's the Baxter Building on West Lake and Wacker.
That's a mile from the hotel.
April May wasn't lying.
She was wasted and roaming the streets the night Christy was pushed from that balcony.
We can't prove it, though.
There's no time or date stamps on these shots.
We may not need one.
I'm calling my source in the traffic department.
Lashondra?
Hey, girl.
It's P.D.
I need a favor.
Is West Lake and Wacker a photo-enforced intersection?
It is.
That explains the overexposure.
It's a flash.
Can you pull up all the redlight pictures taken there on March fifth of last year, say from midnight to 2:00 a.m.?
Yeah, I'll hold. "
P.D."?
We go back.
Yeah, hi.
You got 'em?
Okay, great.
Now, I know this sounds crazy, but in any of those shots do you see a skinny, homeless-looking girl on the corner kind of slumped down against the...
You do?
Can you e-mail that to me?
Great.
I owe you big.
Alibi confirmed.
Dennis, you're amazing.
Come on, Francois.
We're out.
Hey!
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You can't go.
Run with this.
Call the cops, the D.A.
There's still time to go live.
I got to catch a cab, get back to the station for the broadcast.
Babcock, you heard Les.
If I do this, I'm fired.
What, are you going to listen to that guy?
What happened to all the talk about being a company man?
Before I was a company man, I was a newsman.
Ask yourself, Dennis.
WWJD?
What would Jesus do? "
Jack."
Which one says "I like her" for when I take the stand?
I want to tell my side.
Oh, that'd be totally awesome, but, uh...
closing arguments are tomorrow.
So?
They'll open the courthouse for me.
You know, like they do at Saks.
That's my ahi.
Benny Gold?
Hi, April May.
Got a sec?
I'm Pepper Dennis, in front of the Willard Hotel, where new developments have blown the April May Tyler murder trial wide open.
Police have taken talent manager Benny Gold into custody for suppressing evidence, evidence that could clear his client of the murder of her twin sister, Christy.
Authorities are also speaking to local paparazzo Doug Pympel.
It was Mr.
Pympel who captured this shot of a drunk April May passed out on a downtown street at the time of her sister's death.
But why didn't this picture see the light of day?
It appears Mr.
Gold paid the photographer a million dollars to keep it under wraps, then kept him quiet by giving him additional photoops of his celebrity client.
It is my signature blend of five-day forecast and lifestyle reporting.
For example, Nicole Kidman might want to carry this Louis Vuitton umbrella to tonight's premiere of her new movie.
And then I'll interview Nicole while we're lying in bed in our nighties.
Outside this courthouse where loyal fans have been camping out since the trial began, cheers erupted...
Turn this car around, now.
I'm here live with April May Tyler, a young woman obviously very affected by this announcement.
April May, how does it feel to finally be exonerated?
How does it feel to be free?
Happy?
Sad?
I mean...
I lost a sister.
And a manager.
And what will you do with your new found innocence?
Well, the offers are pouring in.
Normally, I'd say yes to everything because I'd just be afraid they'd go on to the next girl, and I gotta stay ahead of Dakota Fanning, but, now I think I need to try and find some balance and live a normal life.
You know, the kind of life Christy died to have.
Well, we wish you luck.
Live from Michigan Avenue, where a lucky star has decided to come down to earth.
This is Pepper Dennis, WEiE News.
Windy City News, now.
Lucky star-- I like that.
You know what?
You could totally be the next Nancy O'Dell.
Thanks, kid.
But I think this interview may have been my last.
To a job well done.
Hey.
Whoa!
Sorry.
What do you know?
Uh, well, not much.
Everyone evacuated before he got back.
Well, almost everyone.
What are you doing in here?
Oh, um...
Mr.
Gaye, I was just replenishing the snacks.
Forget that.
Get me Legal on the phone.
It's late; everyone's gone.
How did this get in here?
Put that back.
I threw it away for a reason.
I want Charlie Babcock and Pepper Dennis's contracts on my desk now.
Kathy, I told you to throw that stupid plant away!
This avocado plant was Jack Bell's.
He grew it from a pit.
And you're going to leave it right here as a sign of respect.
Excuse me?
I may only be the receptionist around here, but I see a lot.
And I understand these people.
We lost one of the best bosses that a staff could ever hope for.
And if you fire Pepper and Charlie, you will have mutiny on your hands.
I'm trying to help.
Really.
Do you have any idea how much pressure I am under?
No.
But I'd be more than happy to help share the load.
Families do that for each other.
And that's what WEiE is--a family.
And Mr.
Bell knew that.
And I hope that someday, you will, too.
Good luck, Dennis.
Pepper Dennis.
Jack?
Hey, what's that?
You had her sign this?
Well, more from a collector's point of view.
Right.
Seriously.
I mean, it's different when you meet a celebrity.
Yeah, takes them off the pedestal, brings them down to your level.
Is that her phone number?
What?
What?
Let me see.
Let me see, Kimmy.
No, no, no.
Whoa, whoa.
Oops-a-daisy!
Don't give it to him.
He's on a sailboat in the Caribbean where he catches all the fish he can eat, sips all the tequila he can drink, and watches the most beautiful sunsets he's ever seen.
He says he's never been happier.
Charlie!
Pepper.
Nice broadcast.
Next round's on me.
Thanks, but I think I'm going to call it a night.
Pepper, before you go...
Listen, Les, I get the station's new direction.
I can't say I support it, but I understand it.
And I see the stakes for you to make it work.
Thing is, if you want a newshound who's happy digging in the dirt, that hound isn't me.
What I want is a determined, tenacious, resourceful reporter.
Like you.
Now, you still have close to two weeks to think about your blatant disregard for my instructions today and how it will never happen again.
Please enjoy your time off.
Thanks.
Hey.
Everything okay?
Yeah.
No.
Les?
Jack.
He told me he's done with the news.
How can that be, Babcock?
He trained me.
Look, Jack Bell was an amazing newsman.
But maybe he realized that's all he was.
Is that all I am?
Not if you learn from his example.
Find the balance, Dennis.
Theresa?
Hey, it's Pepper.
Yeah, it looks like there's a break-in down at the jewelry store on the corner of Belmont and Halstead.
Someone should get down here, ASAP.
Not me.
I'm headed to the airport.
Don't know yet.
Someplace with a nice sunset.
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