Programa de TV: Pepper Dennis - 1x11
Ready for you, Ken.
Ken?
You swore no names.
You just said Ken.
Now I'm saying Ken.
I can't stop.
Calm down.
The interview will be staged in shadow and we're using a voice modulator.
I've taken every precaution to protect your anonymity.
And, apparently, so have you.
This, this is too risky.
I'm sorry, I don't know if I can do this.
Look at me.
You're completely safe.
It's okay.
It's just my sister.
I thought you had therapy tonight.
I had a good week.
She let me go early.
Weren't you supposed to be doing your big, secret interview?
I am.
Oh.
Say no more.
I didn't see a thing.
Even if I did, I'm terrible at faces.
Pepper, you're on in 60 seconds.
Everything okay in there?
You must think I'm a coward.
Absolutely not.
You're in very prestigious company. "
Deep Throat" of Watergate, Daniel Ellsberg of the Pentagon Papers, Sherron Watkins of Enron.
I feel more like Linda Tripp.
Luxinol knows their hair rejuvenation drug, Vibrissa, causes impotence.
They're hiding the truth to protect their profits.
But why me?
Because you're a good man.
That's why you contacted me.
Stay silent and what's the next inconvenient side effect they try to hide?
Sterility.
I think that seals the deal, Ken.
I have a wife, I've got a baby on the way.
This is my life at stake.
Then let Pepper Dennis be your shield.
Three, two, one.
We're live.
Good evening, Chicago.
Tonight, a source inside local pharmaceutical giant Luxinol exposes the company's bald-faced lies.
Aren't they heaven?
Ceramic, six sizes, heats up in less than a minute.
I tagged a bunch of stuff twice as expensive, so that when Les haggles me down to these, he'll think he won.
Why not just ask for the rollers?
Because it's contract renegotiation week.
You gotta have a hook.
Do you have a hook, Pepper?
My reel, which will remind Gaye that he's been getting platinum work for gold-plated prices.
Overcome with shame, he'll beg me to accept the open Saturday morning anchor spot and forgive him for squandering my talents.
Saturday morning anchor?
That's like one rest stop and two exit ramps away from nightly anchor.
Exactly.
I seal this deal, my future at this station is set.
What is that smell?
The Babcock Brat Steamer.
Want a bite?
It's the next George Foreman grill.
Dennis-- meet my agent.
Dan Perlick, International Broadcasters Syndicate.
IBS.
That explains the foul odor.
We're celebrating our negotiation.
Ol' Les won't be sitting down for a week.
Schooled him on this little thing I like to call synergy.
Using outside media to raise the profiles of his core talent, and thus, the station.
I get to plug things.
Hey, if Brokaw can peddle his greatest generation, my guy can sell a decent brat to Chicago.
Stick with this guy, Dennis.
He could take you where you want to go.
I don't do agents.
Too many cooks.
I like to chop and stir everything myself.
That way I know what's on my plate won't make me sick.
I did some research on negotiating.
Estee Lauder said touching someone gets you halfway to what you want.
Kathy, I'm not touching Les Gaye.
Estee Lauder built an empire.
I think she knows a thing or two.
We all have to tighten our belts these days.
You understand.
I took a job at Luxinol, because I believed in their oath to make customers' lives better.
Well, they lied.
They hurt people and it has to stop.
What I do best is open people's eyes.
And when do they need help opening them more than in the morning?
Say...
Saturday?
I totally agree.
What the hell is that?
I convinced my stepfather we should do something fresh with the time slot.
It looks like a cooking show.
With hookers.
Well, there will be cooking segments.
By Blanca?
I assume I'm doing the hard news stuff?
Sorry.
Marketing did a little research.
No one watches hard news on weekends.
But you and Blanca together, it's a demos gold mine.
North and south, tall and short, Rico and Suave.
You can't deny the synergy.
Pepper Dennis.
Rowena Madison-Roberts, IBS.
I'm crazy psyched for our new show.
Ooh, ah, get up good, get up real good.
We should talk.
Rowena, get away from her!
It's bad enough she's Regis to my Kelly.
I was just sharing your show notes.
Pepper Dennis.
You people don't quit.
For the last time, I don't want an agent.
Actually, I'm Assistant District Attorney Robbins.
You have hereby been summoned by the Superior Court of Cook County to divulge the name of your Luxinol source.
What's this mean?
Obviously the DA is making his case against Luxinol top priority.
He wants me in court to hand over my notes and the name of my source by noon tomorrow.
What if you don't?
They'll arrest me for obstruction of justice and civil contempt.
Do you mean jail?
It could come to that.
No one's going to jail.
Especially not my breakout star of Get Up, Chicago!
Pepper, take care of it first thing tomorrow morning, and be back at rehearsal at 2:00.
I'm basing the opening bit with Blanca on a classic Smothers Brothers sketch.
Can you play stand-up bass?
I'm not going to court.
The trust between a source and a journalist is sacred and vital to the trade.
But we have...
If you think I'm going to roll over like that tubby Matt Cooper from Time, think again.
Oh, this is going to kill Get Up!
Here we go, Mr.
Gaye.
Antacid, aspirin and scotch.
Oh, thank you, Kathy.
You are the Ritz-Carlton of receptionists.
Thank you.
You know, Mr.
Gaye, with all the renegotiating going on, I thought maybe we could talk about my future...
beyond reception.
Let's see, um...
What kind of job experience do you have?
Well, there's here, and I, um, did extensive volunteer work for the Winnetka Women's Auxiliary.
What about education?
I practically have an art history degree from the University of Wisconsin.
Go Badgers!
Practically?
I got married before I finished.
I'm sorry, but with that resume, receptionist is the best WEiE can offer you.
Besides, you're my righthand gal.
But I could be something more than that.
I feel it.
As my stepfather used to say, "Rome wasn't built on feelings."
Now do your homework, Leslie, before I have the maid get my belt!
Dennis really fell into the catbird seat, huh?
My agents are committing hari-kari that it's not me being threatened for incarceration.
They're not the only ones.
Going to jail over a great story and then getting out with an even better one to tell, it's the journalistic royal flush.
Might even get the station some prime-time national exposure.
You're right.
I have to call the DA.
I slaved for Saturday morning anchor, and how does he repay me?
A lifetime sentence with Blanca and her spice rack.
These are nice.
My scalp feels like it's back inside my mother's gin-soaked womb.
Yeah, speaking of life sentences, you're going to jail.
Kimmy, it's not like it's Sing Sing.
And if this is the price for keeping my word and setting an example for moral journalism, then I'll pay it.
You say that now, but you've never been on the inside.
I have.
It changes you.
You were in the clink?
Juvie.
I stole my parents' car when I was 14 to drive to Canada.
Color Me Badd was playing at a casino there, and my love for Bryan Abrams knew no laws.
My Dad sent me to the joint to teach me a lesson.
Longest night of my life.
Here-- gives nice volume, and doubles as a shiv.
The first woman that you can take down, I want you to do it.
You know, establish dominance.
And whatever you do, do not tell them that you're a reporter.
Reporters are as good as snitches.
You're dog meat.
How true.
Good, we beat the rush.
Lance Powers?!
After doing a story on Luxinol's crimes, why are you now helping them escape justice?
I'm confident the DA can get a conviction without asking me to break the unspoken covenant between journalist and source.
Wait a second, you can't be in here.
This is a private area, and not your station!
Why so hurty pants?
You're the one that invited us with that tacky press release.
What?!
Les, what did you do?
Bad news first.
I called the DA to beg for mercy and sort of accidentally sped things up when I mentioned you weren't planning to report to court tomorrow.
He's a very angry person.
How long will you stay in jail?
As long as my source wants to remain anonymous.
Only a signed waiver, releasing that request could induce me to leave.
What are they all doing here?
That's the good news.
Something Babcock said struck a chord.
I decided to help you spread your message of integrity nationally.
Dennis, you're going to be a star after this. "
Pepper Watch: One Reporter's Fight Behind Bars."
If you think I'm going to jail to pull off a ratings stunt you're insane!
This was orchestrated for ratings?
No!
Pepper Dennis.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
Are these really necessary?
I'll go freely.
Excuse me.
I'll handle Mom and Dad and your bills, and contact Chick on his vacation.
He'll want to be kept in the loop.
And I'll see what I can do about forwarding your InStyle subscription.
Wait!
You can't take her!
I just got these.
Don't look anyone in the eye.
Okay.
Make sure you write everything down, I'm working on a book deal.
Book deal?
Damn!
Don't touch anything.
Hold onto your innocence.
Thanks for the show.
See you in hell.
06-888-5411.
Your D.O.C.
I.D.
number.
Consider it your new name.
Aliases?
Nope.
Yes.
Patty Dinkle.
Gang affiliations?
Not unless the press corps counts.
Let's get your property.
Everything.
Please don't feel compelled to give me special treatment or protection just because I...
Not to worry.
In my jail, you're all the same.
Besides, we're strictly a Channel 8 facility.
Have Tinkerbell bunk with McGee here.
They make a cute couple.
You got it, Warden.
This isn't really necessary.
You'll find I'm very cooperative.
Oh...
got ourselves a tough girl here.
That's how I work.
Come here...
You'll be working plenty.
Oh, back for seconds already?
Here, extra scoop.
Save you a trip.
She's a healthy eater, huh?
She must be new.
I'm Pep...
um, 06-888-5...
I'm Baby.
Ain't no one use numbers in here, except the man.
Right.
So, um, what'd "the man" drag you in for, Baby?
Stealing my kid from her broke-ass daddy.
Then setting his trailer on fire...
with him still in it.
What about you, Goldilocks?
M e?
I ran over my ex with a lawnmower...
while he was naked.
Yeah, he got all up in my grille, so I put him all up in my grass bag.
Ain't that you on TV, Grass Bag?
Pepper Dennis earned the reporter's badge of honor du jour-- going to jail to protect a source-- a brave and noble act.
Or was it?
I'm going to jail to pull off a ratings stunt.
That's not what I said.
I talked about shield laws and principles.
Tourist.
Watch out, girls, she's going to blow!
It's the chili this time, guys.
You come upon a wall.
It stretches as far as you can see on both sides, and overhead.
Do you A): Climb it, B): Go around it, C): Dig under it, or D): Walk away?
Hmm, what's it made out of?
It doesn't say.
It's a wall.
Any trees around?
Kathy, you can't do this with every question.
You just pick one or we'll never find your star career.
Okay.
Picture Les as the wall.
Hmm.
A): Climb it.
Then kick it and tell it to be more supportive of its staff.
That a girl.
Okay, let's add up your score.
I heard you guys were putting together a survival basket for Dennis.
This one's for her.
It must get lonely on the inside.
These are the same as cash.
Tell her to keep the munder her mattress.
Thank you.
Anyone heard anything?
Not yet.
Don't worry.
She's never stronger than when she's fighting for her convictions.
Tell her I'm rooting for her.
Okay... "
128.
A dependable multi-tasker, you shine brightest putting others in the spotlight.
You're creative, thorough, and not afraid of a good challenge."
That's exactly me.
This test is amazing.
So what's my star career?
Receptionist.
Do you know what happened to my cell mate?
She collapsed at dinner.
Food poisoning.
Happens all the time.
Here, it's a classic.
Name's Howell, and I hate Channel 8.
Thanks.
Lights out!
Rise and shine, ladies.
You have visitors.
Do you still have your comb?
They found it during intake.
All right.
Take a bar of soap, stick it in a sock.
Keep it close.
What are you wearing?
I wanted to generate awareness.
And make a few bucks on the side?
I'm sorry, my cat needed to go on dialysis.
Fine.
Give me to Les.
Everything's set for WEiE's first exclusive interview.
Be sure to elaborate on any strip searches, showers, delousings.
That's it, all of you out!
Hi.
Mom's in seclusion, but Dad's fine.
He's bragging at the club about how you're standing up for big business.
But that's not...
Trust me, it's easier this way.
We all pitched in on a survival basket for you, but they had to look for contraband.
Tyrants!
Can't they even allow one tiny ray of sunshine in?!
It's perfect.
I think something's wrong with the food here, so, thank you.
So, we've reserved five minutes in each broadcast for a jailhouse update.
Leslie Gaye, listen to me.
You will cancel all interviews and publicity, or so help me God, I will be in here for murder-- yours.
You started this.
I'm only trying to make lemonade.
Well, you're back to lemons, 'cause I'm shutting down my visitor's list.
I love you.
You got one more, Bambi.
Can I help you?
It's Ken.
Ken-Ken.
Ken Aston.
Oh, Ken!
I'm sorry, I didn't recognize...
Are you crazy?
This place is lousy with reporters.
Go, before someone sees you!
Let them, I can't handle the guilt.
Are you that cable news guy who keeps calling?
I told you, WEiE owns all in-jailcontent.
No, I'm Pepper's source, Ken Aston, and I'm ready to come forward.
Mr.
Aston, I'm Les Gaye, Pepper's news director.
Mr.
Gaye, she's in hell and I put her there.
It has to end today.
Ken, are you sure?
You have a life, a baby on the way.
Are you willing to risk it all?
What about your life, Pepper?
How can I blindly sit and let the days pass knowing that you're in here?
How can I look into my son's eyes and know that someone else is making my sacrifice?
That I'm a coward.
No, you're not.
Not anymore.
Oh, Ken, thank you.
I don't know if I could take another moment in here.
Pepper's right.
You're of noble spirit, Mr.
Aston.
I commend you.
Just to be sure, you're prepared to be in every newspaper tomorrow morning?
To see countless news vans cluttering your street?
Yes.
What does that matter?
You'll have other things on your mind.
Like using your life savings to hire a lawyer and worrying about Luxinol's rumored mob connections.
Have you seen Silkwood?
Les!
What are you doing?
Les!
No, no!
She doesn't look so good.
They usually bounce back in a week.
So this happens all the time?
No more beds in the infirmary tonight, if that answers your question.
Sounds like a story.
Hey, this ain't your sandbox, Nancy Drew.
You can't go digging around here.
Yet you gave me back my notepad and tell me all these women are getting sick.
Guess I'll ask the inmates.
Hmph.
The only thing they'll tell you is where to jump.
I once got a monk to break a vow of silence to rat out his own mother.
These ladies will talk.
Knuckles, right?
My cellmate got sick from eating here.
Have you ever...?
Cut a narc tourist?
It's on my to-do list.
Squeaky.
Food problems, what's the word?
Is that blueberry?
Blueberry bran, homemade.
I thought I smelled contraband.
Loosen that mouth up, and you get to sink it into this ball of heaven.
Meals here are Russian roulette.
We get sick here all the time.
Ever file a complaint?
Yeah.
Nothing happens.
Mostly we live off the vending machines; gifts from the outside.
Anyone know who the food distributor is?
Appreciate your help.
Hey!
This pantry is off limits.
Really?
I didn't know.
Maybe you can explain why, after you break the law, you can come in here thinking you can break my rules, too.
I suppose it's hard to shake self-will.
I'm only human.
Oh, really?
'Cause humans know how to be civilized, respect their fellow men.
But animals?
Animals only know how to ravage and disrespect.
See, I can, I can feed a dog, give it a home, but the second I turn my back, it'll tear my throat out.
That's why they end up in cages.
Right.
Is one of us supposed to be the dog in this scenario?
Grab a mop, Murphy Brown, follow me.
Tarot cards are never wrong.
I don't need to tangle with the dark arts to know that I should stay a receptionist.
Oh, come on.
These always work, and I already picked your indicator card.
That's me?
I didn't know the devil's cards would be so pretty.
Maybe just a quick ten-second peek.
You know what?
This is crap.
Nobody's meant to be a receptionist.
Kathy, my pointer's missing.
Oh, I noticed it was sticking a little bit, so I sent it down to the building engineer for a little WD-40.
It should be back in your in-box in an hour.
Without asking?
You were meant to do this, weren't you?
You idiot!
It's running under the door.
Good thing I was sent to check on you.
Why is expired food being served to the inmates?
That's none of my business, or yours-- let's go.
These women are being poisoned.
You can't just stand by and do nothing.
Ms.
Dennis, you are an inmate.
I am a guard.
We are in jail.
The only help you'll get from me is not telling the warden you were in here.
Come on.
Get in, Baby.
What are you in for again?
Trying to uphold the crumbling moral integrity of today's media.
I wouldn't narc out a friend.
How long did that get you?
Don't know.
Could be a long time.
Hands are the first thing to go in here.
Then your hair, then your face, then your body.
You got a fella?
Call him up now, girl, get your boot knocks in 'cause once that jail makeover starts, they stop visiting.
Outside world's got a mean way of moving on without you.
You got 45 minutes.
I'll knock as a two-minute warning.
Got it?
Hi.
Hi.
Thanks for coming.
I couldn't believe you asked.
I had to replay the call in my mind, several times, to make sure.
Sorry.
I know I was pretty cryptic.
You sure you want to do this?
I'm sure.
We don't have much time.
Let's get started.
Easy, my lusty jail house vixen.
Let's take a minute for romance.
The last five years, Lunch Sack has lost ten contracts around the Midwest for serving expired food.
That jumpsuit is so bad girl.
So why does this jail keep renewing their contract?
Most of these women have filed food poisoning complaints.
I couldn't find a single one on file with the D.O.C.
Just so we're clear, there's not going to be any conjugaling?
Those complaints must be getting buried, but why?
To protect Lunch Sack?
Political connections?
Money?
The room was designed for it, and I did bring flowers.
Money.
What if the state is cutting corners at these inmates' expense?
Do we know what they claim they're paying for the food?
The state budgets $4.00 per meal per inmate.
But we don't know what they're actually paying Lunch Sack.
Two minutes!
Come on, Babcock, this is the part where you say, "Two minutes?
I can do it in one and a half," and then you unzip something.
And then I pretend to ignore all subsequent libidinous comments, which is what we normally do in the real world, outside of here, which seems so far away right now.
I'm sorry, Dennis.
I'm an idiot.
I was just trying to keep it light, you know?
Cheer you up.
I know.
It's okay.
You know, when I got here, I couldn't believe it.
Everyone expected it to be Camp Cupcake, but it's pretty awful, huh?
I wouldn't recommend it, but I'll survive.
Yeah, you will.
Not a lot of people have the strength to make it through something like this, Dennis.
I couldn't.
Thanks.
What happened to your hands?
The warden had me mop the entire jail.
Let me see.
No, they're revolting.
What?
These hands?
You crazy?
They're beautiful.
They happen to be attached to the woman I'm very proud of.
Time's up.
Let's go, Cinderella.
Yo!
Little Debbie!
How about some more of those muffins?
Sorry, I'm all out.
Don't make us cut you.
We're starving.
Look, I'm not a narc or a tourist.
I'm in here for good, which makes me an inmate, just like you.
Let me show you real change can happen.
Trust me.
Long speech, Oprah.
Now I'm really going to have to cut you.
It's not Oprah, Tinkerbell, Lois Lane, Little Debbie, Cinderella, Grass Bag, Blondie or Goldilocks.
It's Pepper Dennis, and I gotta eat here, too.
Are we clear?
'Cause if we're not, I am happy to take you down breaking-news style.
I like Grass Bag.
So, Grass Bag...
you think you can really change the food?
Maybe.
I got a theory the state's underpaying to save money.
If I could see an invoice or a check to the food distributor.
Squeaky?
Well, I've got six months good behavior.
So they're giving me job training in the accounting office.
Perfect.
If I could see something that shows what this place pays for food...
You're coming with me.
Where are we going?
It's the box, isn't it?
You're going to hook me up to a battery and then...
You're free to go.
Hail the conquering hero.
Ready to get back to work?
Absolutely.
Got a great state budget scandalbrewing.
Uh-huh, sure, sure.
So how'd I get out?
The DA cave?
Ken?
He wouldn't stay away.
Demanded to sign that waiver to have you released.
I figured we'd have to pay him off to protect the mileage we were getting from Pepper Watch.
Then I realized this camel has two humps.
Oh, no.
A jailed journalist and her source tell their story together.
You ever see Scooter rap with Judy?
No?
People will go crazy for it.
And guess who just happens to own radio stations, magazines, book publishers and a film production company?
The Brinkman Media Group.
Synergy, Pepper.
I finally know what it means.
Here are the itineraries for your press tour.
You're booked for the next three weeks.
There's also a photo shoot scheduled for later today.
But I was just doing my journalistic duty.
Which is why...
My own show?
Congratulations, Pepper.
What about Blanca?
Let me worry about Blanca.
Wait...
wait, did you hear that?
It's Katie Couric screaming in terror.
She knows you're coming.
Stupid corporate handbook, it's too big.
I can't find anything.
What are you looking for?
A way to make Les pay for taking away my show.
You think there's a way to get your show back in there?
Everything's in here if you want to get back at corporate.
How am I supposed to get my own game show one day if Les only sees me as a weather girl?
Well, maybe you're meant to be a weather girl.
You're awfully good at it.
I'm also good at doing my nails.
I'm not going to become a manicurist.
Nobody tells me who I am.
Good evening, Chicago.
Tonight, a source inside local pharmaceutical giant Luxinol exposes the company's bald-faced lies.
I took a job at Luxinol because I believe...
I told you this jail thing was going to be huge, Dennis.
Your own show, hot damn.
Hot brat.
I was going to pass some samples out at your photo shoot.
Get the masses talking.
Have one.
No, thanks.
Oh, geez.
What's wrong?
What was your big break like?
Great story.
I was embedded with these Nicaraguan rebels during a political skirmish.
Things went down.
I ended up taking a bullet for their leader.
Of course you did.
Got a lot of attention.
My agents had me airlifted and behind an anchor's desk faster than you can say Sandinista.
Did it feel weird that it happened so fast?
Never thought about it.
I was too damn excited, and I was still hopped upon a lot of Vicodin.
I don't know.
It just kind of feels like I cheated.
Dennis, you did the right thing.
You stuck to your guns.
Now you're getting rewarded.
Stop overanalyzing.
I guess so.
I mean, it's not the road you take, it's what you do once you get there, right?
Right.
Okay, then.
It's time for me to show the world what kind of a journalist I really am.
Pepper, work that pill.
Now, cup your ear like you're listening, while you work the pill.
Work it, work it...
oh, beautiful.
Hey, Les, you think we could try something a little more subtle?
All this kind of cheapens the story.
No, it tells the story.
In a single image, like a magazine cover is supposed to.
Ken, let's invest here, blow the whistle.
Wait, wait, wait.
I said a huge whistle.
Huge.
This will never read.
Props!
Officer Howell?
Oh, it's Angela.
You're free and I'm off the clock.
Sorry to interrupt.
The receptionist said I could find you in here.
Is this how you do a news broadcast?
Not at all.
It's a photo shoot for my press tour.
Oh!
Neat!
Well, I won't take much of your time.
Squeaky just wanted to make sure you got this.
Just one problem.
She put some pretty sensitive documents inside it.
You asked her to take a big chance, Ms.
Dennis.
One that landed her in solitary.
Howell, you've got to get her out.
I did, after I read them.
You were right.
I can't stand by and do nothing.
These accounting records show that the prison is actually spending $3.00 per inmate, per meal.
We already know the state budget is $4.00.
When you compound it, that missing dollar could add up into the thousands.
Where's that money going?
All right, people, places!
Where's my bald guys?
Put a little German ale inside the steaming reservoir, and it's like you're standing outside the Brandenburg Gate.
Bald guys!
Here, now.
Your manhood is in jeopardy.
Can we get some music cranking in here?
Maybe some Coldplay?
Who are you?
I believe it's called a stand-in.
I show $9,000 a month being diverted into a company called Cage Corp.
You should have their business license on file, right?
Who's the CEO?
You're kidding.
I didn't budget for stand-ins.
This is Angela Howell.
She's a guard at the jail.
Been a huge help with that state budget scandal I was telling you about.
Grab your pilland get back on the bottle.
We lose the photographerin an hour.
Les, thousands of dollar shave been illegally siphoned from the city jail food budget into a dummy corporation.
It's been going on for years.
Well, no rush then.
It could wait till after the press junket.
That's three weeks from now.
That's the deal-- up you go.
Inmates are suffering.
It would be obscene to let this go on for another minute.
Give the story to someone else.
I need you here.
Remember synergy?
Help the company help you help the company...
help you?
I can't walk away from this.
I know these women, lived with them.
You are really selfish.
This brave soul cast himself out of his industry of choice.
This tour is the only way he can secure a financial future for his unborn child.
If you won't do this for yourself, do it for Ken and his baby...
Boy or girl?
Boy.
His baby boy.
If I could say something?
Please, talk some sense into her.
Pepper, I'll be fine.
All I wanted was a clear conscience.
I got that when you were released.
Thanks, Ken, and all I wanted...
The Afterschool Special ends now.
Why can't you take a lesson from Charlie?
He's throwing all of his energy into that stupid brat baker.
What does being an anchor have to do with sausage?
Nothing.
But he doesn't care, because he understands synergy.
I'm sorry, I have to go.
Pepper, opportunity knocks once.
Those women can't wait.
For years, this jail averaged 30 cases of food poisoning a month, a fact unknown to the outside world.
Food got me sick ten times since I've been in here.
Filed a complaint each time-- nothing happened.
Those complaints were hidden by prison warden Nan Chambers, who cut corners on the jail's food, often purchasing expired and spoiled items while pocketing the savings for herself.
Documents provided from inside the jail's accounting office brought this startling betrayal to light.
State spends more on these criminals than I see in a year.
Cable TV, health care, a fitness center!
How are they going to learn their lesson if we keep treating them like princesses?!
Today, a new warden keeps careful watch as another food distributor, Ultimate Entrees, pledges to provide these inmates with safe meals and a small taste of justice.
For WEiE, I'm Pepper Dennis.
Knuckles!
Keep it there.
We're a Channel 4 facility now.
Thank you, Warden.
And I'll keep these coming.
Oh, thank you.
Grass Bag!
Grass Bag!
Grass Bag!..
Mr.
Gaye.
I need your signature, please.
What is it?
An approval form for night classes.
I was perusing the corporate handbook and discovered that Brinkman Media Group has a tuition match program.
We do?
So I'm going back to school.
Soon, I won't just feel like I could be more than a receptionist.
I will be.
I never meant to say that you were just a receptionist.
I...
You know, you mean more to me than that.
I mean, I think you have a lot going for you.
Les, can we talk?
Come in.
I've only got a minute.
Excellent story, by the way.
Glad you liked it.
I hope you understand it was something I needed to get off my plate.
Absolutely.
I realize walking out like that may have been a bit hasty.
I apologize.
I just hope my commitment to the station isn't called into question.
You have nothing to worry about.
Great.
'Cause I'm going to knock your socks off with this Saturday morning show.
Right.
Unfortunately, that train has left the station.
You're a damn good reporter.
And I see now just how important that is to you.
So that's just what you'll be doing around here for a long, long time.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
I'm late for a run-through.
How do you expect me to get up when I'm balancing myself on this rickety stool?!
Rowena!
Les, we need to talk chairs.
This is not working!
This is not working!
This is not working!
Kimmy, I cannot shine with all this shine!
It's like giving Veruca Salt her own show.
I can't believe that bitch gets to be synergy's bitch.
I got you a thank-you gift.
For reminding me that the guy living with Nicaraguan rebels would never put his face on an appliance.
No more Babcock brat steamer?
No.
I pulled out of the deal.
Just because I can have something doesn't mean I should.
Integrity.
Frankly, Babcock, integrity blows.
You know, I used to think taking the high road was a beautiful thing.
But when you're on it, no one waves.
You don't fly by once-in-a-lifetime opportunities on the low road.
Blanca sure didn't.
Dennis...
you're going to get where you're going.
But when you arrive...
...all you have is this.
In your case, it's more than enough.
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Ken?
You swore no names.
You just said Ken.
Now I'm saying Ken.
I can't stop.
Calm down.
The interview will be staged in shadow and we're using a voice modulator.
I've taken every precaution to protect your anonymity.
And, apparently, so have you.
This, this is too risky.
I'm sorry, I don't know if I can do this.
Look at me.
You're completely safe.
It's okay.
It's just my sister.
I thought you had therapy tonight.
I had a good week.
She let me go early.
Weren't you supposed to be doing your big, secret interview?
I am.
Oh.
Say no more.
I didn't see a thing.
Even if I did, I'm terrible at faces.
Pepper, you're on in 60 seconds.
Everything okay in there?
You must think I'm a coward.
Absolutely not.
You're in very prestigious company. "
Deep Throat" of Watergate, Daniel Ellsberg of the Pentagon Papers, Sherron Watkins of Enron.
I feel more like Linda Tripp.
Luxinol knows their hair rejuvenation drug, Vibrissa, causes impotence.
They're hiding the truth to protect their profits.
But why me?
Because you're a good man.
That's why you contacted me.
Stay silent and what's the next inconvenient side effect they try to hide?
Sterility.
I think that seals the deal, Ken.
I have a wife, I've got a baby on the way.
This is my life at stake.
Then let Pepper Dennis be your shield.
Three, two, one.
We're live.
Good evening, Chicago.
Tonight, a source inside local pharmaceutical giant Luxinol exposes the company's bald-faced lies.
Aren't they heaven?
Ceramic, six sizes, heats up in less than a minute.
I tagged a bunch of stuff twice as expensive, so that when Les haggles me down to these, he'll think he won.
Why not just ask for the rollers?
Because it's contract renegotiation week.
You gotta have a hook.
Do you have a hook, Pepper?
My reel, which will remind Gaye that he's been getting platinum work for gold-plated prices.
Overcome with shame, he'll beg me to accept the open Saturday morning anchor spot and forgive him for squandering my talents.
Saturday morning anchor?
That's like one rest stop and two exit ramps away from nightly anchor.
Exactly.
I seal this deal, my future at this station is set.
What is that smell?
The Babcock Brat Steamer.
Want a bite?
It's the next George Foreman grill.
Dennis-- meet my agent.
Dan Perlick, International Broadcasters Syndicate.
IBS.
That explains the foul odor.
We're celebrating our negotiation.
Ol' Les won't be sitting down for a week.
Schooled him on this little thing I like to call synergy.
Using outside media to raise the profiles of his core talent, and thus, the station.
I get to plug things.
Hey, if Brokaw can peddle his greatest generation, my guy can sell a decent brat to Chicago.
Stick with this guy, Dennis.
He could take you where you want to go.
I don't do agents.
Too many cooks.
I like to chop and stir everything myself.
That way I know what's on my plate won't make me sick.
I did some research on negotiating.
Estee Lauder said touching someone gets you halfway to what you want.
Kathy, I'm not touching Les Gaye.
Estee Lauder built an empire.
I think she knows a thing or two.
We all have to tighten our belts these days.
You understand.
I took a job at Luxinol, because I believed in their oath to make customers' lives better.
Well, they lied.
They hurt people and it has to stop.
What I do best is open people's eyes.
And when do they need help opening them more than in the morning?
Say...
Saturday?
I totally agree.
What the hell is that?
I convinced my stepfather we should do something fresh with the time slot.
It looks like a cooking show.
With hookers.
Well, there will be cooking segments.
By Blanca?
I assume I'm doing the hard news stuff?
Sorry.
Marketing did a little research.
No one watches hard news on weekends.
But you and Blanca together, it's a demos gold mine.
North and south, tall and short, Rico and Suave.
You can't deny the synergy.
Pepper Dennis.
Rowena Madison-Roberts, IBS.
I'm crazy psyched for our new show.
Ooh, ah, get up good, get up real good.
We should talk.
Rowena, get away from her!
It's bad enough she's Regis to my Kelly.
I was just sharing your show notes.
Pepper Dennis.
You people don't quit.
For the last time, I don't want an agent.
Actually, I'm Assistant District Attorney Robbins.
You have hereby been summoned by the Superior Court of Cook County to divulge the name of your Luxinol source.
What's this mean?
Obviously the DA is making his case against Luxinol top priority.
He wants me in court to hand over my notes and the name of my source by noon tomorrow.
What if you don't?
They'll arrest me for obstruction of justice and civil contempt.
Do you mean jail?
It could come to that.
No one's going to jail.
Especially not my breakout star of Get Up, Chicago!
Pepper, take care of it first thing tomorrow morning, and be back at rehearsal at 2:00.
I'm basing the opening bit with Blanca on a classic Smothers Brothers sketch.
Can you play stand-up bass?
I'm not going to court.
The trust between a source and a journalist is sacred and vital to the trade.
But we have...
If you think I'm going to roll over like that tubby Matt Cooper from Time, think again.
Oh, this is going to kill Get Up!
Here we go, Mr.
Gaye.
Antacid, aspirin and scotch.
Oh, thank you, Kathy.
You are the Ritz-Carlton of receptionists.
Thank you.
You know, Mr.
Gaye, with all the renegotiating going on, I thought maybe we could talk about my future...
beyond reception.
Let's see, um...
What kind of job experience do you have?
Well, there's here, and I, um, did extensive volunteer work for the Winnetka Women's Auxiliary.
What about education?
I practically have an art history degree from the University of Wisconsin.
Go Badgers!
Practically?
I got married before I finished.
I'm sorry, but with that resume, receptionist is the best WEiE can offer you.
Besides, you're my righthand gal.
But I could be something more than that.
I feel it.
As my stepfather used to say, "Rome wasn't built on feelings."
Now do your homework, Leslie, before I have the maid get my belt!
Dennis really fell into the catbird seat, huh?
My agents are committing hari-kari that it's not me being threatened for incarceration.
They're not the only ones.
Going to jail over a great story and then getting out with an even better one to tell, it's the journalistic royal flush.
Might even get the station some prime-time national exposure.
You're right.
I have to call the DA.
I slaved for Saturday morning anchor, and how does he repay me?
A lifetime sentence with Blanca and her spice rack.
These are nice.
My scalp feels like it's back inside my mother's gin-soaked womb.
Yeah, speaking of life sentences, you're going to jail.
Kimmy, it's not like it's Sing Sing.
And if this is the price for keeping my word and setting an example for moral journalism, then I'll pay it.
You say that now, but you've never been on the inside.
I have.
It changes you.
You were in the clink?
Juvie.
I stole my parents' car when I was 14 to drive to Canada.
Color Me Badd was playing at a casino there, and my love for Bryan Abrams knew no laws.
My Dad sent me to the joint to teach me a lesson.
Longest night of my life.
Here-- gives nice volume, and doubles as a shiv.
The first woman that you can take down, I want you to do it.
You know, establish dominance.
And whatever you do, do not tell them that you're a reporter.
Reporters are as good as snitches.
You're dog meat.
How true.
Good, we beat the rush.
Lance Powers?!
After doing a story on Luxinol's crimes, why are you now helping them escape justice?
I'm confident the DA can get a conviction without asking me to break the unspoken covenant between journalist and source.
Wait a second, you can't be in here.
This is a private area, and not your station!
Why so hurty pants?
You're the one that invited us with that tacky press release.
What?!
Les, what did you do?
Bad news first.
I called the DA to beg for mercy and sort of accidentally sped things up when I mentioned you weren't planning to report to court tomorrow.
He's a very angry person.
How long will you stay in jail?
As long as my source wants to remain anonymous.
Only a signed waiver, releasing that request could induce me to leave.
What are they all doing here?
That's the good news.
Something Babcock said struck a chord.
I decided to help you spread your message of integrity nationally.
Dennis, you're going to be a star after this. "
Pepper Watch: One Reporter's Fight Behind Bars."
If you think I'm going to jail to pull off a ratings stunt you're insane!
This was orchestrated for ratings?
No!
Pepper Dennis.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
Are these really necessary?
I'll go freely.
Excuse me.
I'll handle Mom and Dad and your bills, and contact Chick on his vacation.
He'll want to be kept in the loop.
And I'll see what I can do about forwarding your InStyle subscription.
Wait!
You can't take her!
I just got these.
Don't look anyone in the eye.
Okay.
Make sure you write everything down, I'm working on a book deal.
Book deal?
Damn!
Don't touch anything.
Hold onto your innocence.
Thanks for the show.
See you in hell.
06-888-5411.
Your D.O.C.
I.D.
number.
Consider it your new name.
Aliases?
Nope.
Yes.
Patty Dinkle.
Gang affiliations?
Not unless the press corps counts.
Let's get your property.
Everything.
Please don't feel compelled to give me special treatment or protection just because I...
Not to worry.
In my jail, you're all the same.
Besides, we're strictly a Channel 8 facility.
Have Tinkerbell bunk with McGee here.
They make a cute couple.
You got it, Warden.
This isn't really necessary.
You'll find I'm very cooperative.
Oh...
got ourselves a tough girl here.
That's how I work.
Come here...
You'll be working plenty.
Oh, back for seconds already?
Here, extra scoop.
Save you a trip.
She's a healthy eater, huh?
She must be new.
I'm Pep...
um, 06-888-5...
I'm Baby.
Ain't no one use numbers in here, except the man.
Right.
So, um, what'd "the man" drag you in for, Baby?
Stealing my kid from her broke-ass daddy.
Then setting his trailer on fire...
with him still in it.
What about you, Goldilocks?
M e?
I ran over my ex with a lawnmower...
while he was naked.
Yeah, he got all up in my grille, so I put him all up in my grass bag.
Ain't that you on TV, Grass Bag?
Pepper Dennis earned the reporter's badge of honor du jour-- going to jail to protect a source-- a brave and noble act.
Or was it?
I'm going to jail to pull off a ratings stunt.
That's not what I said.
I talked about shield laws and principles.
Tourist.
Watch out, girls, she's going to blow!
It's the chili this time, guys.
You come upon a wall.
It stretches as far as you can see on both sides, and overhead.
Do you A): Climb it, B): Go around it, C): Dig under it, or D): Walk away?
Hmm, what's it made out of?
It doesn't say.
It's a wall.
Any trees around?
Kathy, you can't do this with every question.
You just pick one or we'll never find your star career.
Okay.
Picture Les as the wall.
Hmm.
A): Climb it.
Then kick it and tell it to be more supportive of its staff.
That a girl.
Okay, let's add up your score.
I heard you guys were putting together a survival basket for Dennis.
This one's for her.
It must get lonely on the inside.
These are the same as cash.
Tell her to keep the munder her mattress.
Thank you.
Anyone heard anything?
Not yet.
Don't worry.
She's never stronger than when she's fighting for her convictions.
Tell her I'm rooting for her.
Okay... "
128.
A dependable multi-tasker, you shine brightest putting others in the spotlight.
You're creative, thorough, and not afraid of a good challenge."
That's exactly me.
This test is amazing.
So what's my star career?
Receptionist.
Do you know what happened to my cell mate?
She collapsed at dinner.
Food poisoning.
Happens all the time.
Here, it's a classic.
Name's Howell, and I hate Channel 8.
Thanks.
Lights out!
Rise and shine, ladies.
You have visitors.
Do you still have your comb?
They found it during intake.
All right.
Take a bar of soap, stick it in a sock.
Keep it close.
What are you wearing?
I wanted to generate awareness.
And make a few bucks on the side?
I'm sorry, my cat needed to go on dialysis.
Fine.
Give me to Les.
Everything's set for WEiE's first exclusive interview.
Be sure to elaborate on any strip searches, showers, delousings.
That's it, all of you out!
Hi.
Mom's in seclusion, but Dad's fine.
He's bragging at the club about how you're standing up for big business.
But that's not...
Trust me, it's easier this way.
We all pitched in on a survival basket for you, but they had to look for contraband.
Tyrants!
Can't they even allow one tiny ray of sunshine in?!
It's perfect.
I think something's wrong with the food here, so, thank you.
So, we've reserved five minutes in each broadcast for a jailhouse update.
Leslie Gaye, listen to me.
You will cancel all interviews and publicity, or so help me God, I will be in here for murder-- yours.
You started this.
I'm only trying to make lemonade.
Well, you're back to lemons, 'cause I'm shutting down my visitor's list.
I love you.
You got one more, Bambi.
Can I help you?
It's Ken.
Ken-Ken.
Ken Aston.
Oh, Ken!
I'm sorry, I didn't recognize...
Are you crazy?
This place is lousy with reporters.
Go, before someone sees you!
Let them, I can't handle the guilt.
Are you that cable news guy who keeps calling?
I told you, WEiE owns all in-jailcontent.
No, I'm Pepper's source, Ken Aston, and I'm ready to come forward.
Mr.
Aston, I'm Les Gaye, Pepper's news director.
Mr.
Gaye, she's in hell and I put her there.
It has to end today.
Ken, are you sure?
You have a life, a baby on the way.
Are you willing to risk it all?
What about your life, Pepper?
How can I blindly sit and let the days pass knowing that you're in here?
How can I look into my son's eyes and know that someone else is making my sacrifice?
That I'm a coward.
No, you're not.
Not anymore.
Oh, Ken, thank you.
I don't know if I could take another moment in here.
Pepper's right.
You're of noble spirit, Mr.
Aston.
I commend you.
Just to be sure, you're prepared to be in every newspaper tomorrow morning?
To see countless news vans cluttering your street?
Yes.
What does that matter?
You'll have other things on your mind.
Like using your life savings to hire a lawyer and worrying about Luxinol's rumored mob connections.
Have you seen Silkwood?
Les!
What are you doing?
Les!
No, no!
She doesn't look so good.
They usually bounce back in a week.
So this happens all the time?
No more beds in the infirmary tonight, if that answers your question.
Sounds like a story.
Hey, this ain't your sandbox, Nancy Drew.
You can't go digging around here.
Yet you gave me back my notepad and tell me all these women are getting sick.
Guess I'll ask the inmates.
Hmph.
The only thing they'll tell you is where to jump.
I once got a monk to break a vow of silence to rat out his own mother.
These ladies will talk.
Knuckles, right?
My cellmate got sick from eating here.
Have you ever...?
Cut a narc tourist?
It's on my to-do list.
Squeaky.
Food problems, what's the word?
Is that blueberry?
Blueberry bran, homemade.
I thought I smelled contraband.
Loosen that mouth up, and you get to sink it into this ball of heaven.
Meals here are Russian roulette.
We get sick here all the time.
Ever file a complaint?
Yeah.
Nothing happens.
Mostly we live off the vending machines; gifts from the outside.
Anyone know who the food distributor is?
Appreciate your help.
Hey!
This pantry is off limits.
Really?
I didn't know.
Maybe you can explain why, after you break the law, you can come in here thinking you can break my rules, too.
I suppose it's hard to shake self-will.
I'm only human.
Oh, really?
'Cause humans know how to be civilized, respect their fellow men.
But animals?
Animals only know how to ravage and disrespect.
See, I can, I can feed a dog, give it a home, but the second I turn my back, it'll tear my throat out.
That's why they end up in cages.
Right.
Is one of us supposed to be the dog in this scenario?
Grab a mop, Murphy Brown, follow me.
Tarot cards are never wrong.
I don't need to tangle with the dark arts to know that I should stay a receptionist.
Oh, come on.
These always work, and I already picked your indicator card.
That's me?
I didn't know the devil's cards would be so pretty.
Maybe just a quick ten-second peek.
You know what?
This is crap.
Nobody's meant to be a receptionist.
Kathy, my pointer's missing.
Oh, I noticed it was sticking a little bit, so I sent it down to the building engineer for a little WD-40.
It should be back in your in-box in an hour.
Without asking?
You were meant to do this, weren't you?
You idiot!
It's running under the door.
Good thing I was sent to check on you.
Why is expired food being served to the inmates?
That's none of my business, or yours-- let's go.
These women are being poisoned.
You can't just stand by and do nothing.
Ms.
Dennis, you are an inmate.
I am a guard.
We are in jail.
The only help you'll get from me is not telling the warden you were in here.
Come on.
Get in, Baby.
What are you in for again?
Trying to uphold the crumbling moral integrity of today's media.
I wouldn't narc out a friend.
How long did that get you?
Don't know.
Could be a long time.
Hands are the first thing to go in here.
Then your hair, then your face, then your body.
You got a fella?
Call him up now, girl, get your boot knocks in 'cause once that jail makeover starts, they stop visiting.
Outside world's got a mean way of moving on without you.
You got 45 minutes.
I'll knock as a two-minute warning.
Got it?
Hi.
Hi.
Thanks for coming.
I couldn't believe you asked.
I had to replay the call in my mind, several times, to make sure.
Sorry.
I know I was pretty cryptic.
You sure you want to do this?
I'm sure.
We don't have much time.
Let's get started.
Easy, my lusty jail house vixen.
Let's take a minute for romance.
The last five years, Lunch Sack has lost ten contracts around the Midwest for serving expired food.
That jumpsuit is so bad girl.
So why does this jail keep renewing their contract?
Most of these women have filed food poisoning complaints.
I couldn't find a single one on file with the D.O.C.
Just so we're clear, there's not going to be any conjugaling?
Those complaints must be getting buried, but why?
To protect Lunch Sack?
Political connections?
Money?
The room was designed for it, and I did bring flowers.
Money.
What if the state is cutting corners at these inmates' expense?
Do we know what they claim they're paying for the food?
The state budgets $4.00 per meal per inmate.
But we don't know what they're actually paying Lunch Sack.
Two minutes!
Come on, Babcock, this is the part where you say, "Two minutes?
I can do it in one and a half," and then you unzip something.
And then I pretend to ignore all subsequent libidinous comments, which is what we normally do in the real world, outside of here, which seems so far away right now.
I'm sorry, Dennis.
I'm an idiot.
I was just trying to keep it light, you know?
Cheer you up.
I know.
It's okay.
You know, when I got here, I couldn't believe it.
Everyone expected it to be Camp Cupcake, but it's pretty awful, huh?
I wouldn't recommend it, but I'll survive.
Yeah, you will.
Not a lot of people have the strength to make it through something like this, Dennis.
I couldn't.
Thanks.
What happened to your hands?
The warden had me mop the entire jail.
Let me see.
No, they're revolting.
What?
These hands?
You crazy?
They're beautiful.
They happen to be attached to the woman I'm very proud of.
Time's up.
Let's go, Cinderella.
Yo!
Little Debbie!
How about some more of those muffins?
Sorry, I'm all out.
Don't make us cut you.
We're starving.
Look, I'm not a narc or a tourist.
I'm in here for good, which makes me an inmate, just like you.
Let me show you real change can happen.
Trust me.
Long speech, Oprah.
Now I'm really going to have to cut you.
It's not Oprah, Tinkerbell, Lois Lane, Little Debbie, Cinderella, Grass Bag, Blondie or Goldilocks.
It's Pepper Dennis, and I gotta eat here, too.
Are we clear?
'Cause if we're not, I am happy to take you down breaking-news style.
I like Grass Bag.
So, Grass Bag...
you think you can really change the food?
Maybe.
I got a theory the state's underpaying to save money.
If I could see an invoice or a check to the food distributor.
Squeaky?
Well, I've got six months good behavior.
So they're giving me job training in the accounting office.
Perfect.
If I could see something that shows what this place pays for food...
You're coming with me.
Where are we going?
It's the box, isn't it?
You're going to hook me up to a battery and then...
You're free to go.
Hail the conquering hero.
Ready to get back to work?
Absolutely.
Got a great state budget scandalbrewing.
Uh-huh, sure, sure.
So how'd I get out?
The DA cave?
Ken?
He wouldn't stay away.
Demanded to sign that waiver to have you released.
I figured we'd have to pay him off to protect the mileage we were getting from Pepper Watch.
Then I realized this camel has two humps.
Oh, no.
A jailed journalist and her source tell their story together.
You ever see Scooter rap with Judy?
No?
People will go crazy for it.
And guess who just happens to own radio stations, magazines, book publishers and a film production company?
The Brinkman Media Group.
Synergy, Pepper.
I finally know what it means.
Here are the itineraries for your press tour.
You're booked for the next three weeks.
There's also a photo shoot scheduled for later today.
But I was just doing my journalistic duty.
Which is why...
My own show?
Congratulations, Pepper.
What about Blanca?
Let me worry about Blanca.
Wait...
wait, did you hear that?
It's Katie Couric screaming in terror.
She knows you're coming.
Stupid corporate handbook, it's too big.
I can't find anything.
What are you looking for?
A way to make Les pay for taking away my show.
You think there's a way to get your show back in there?
Everything's in here if you want to get back at corporate.
How am I supposed to get my own game show one day if Les only sees me as a weather girl?
Well, maybe you're meant to be a weather girl.
You're awfully good at it.
I'm also good at doing my nails.
I'm not going to become a manicurist.
Nobody tells me who I am.
Good evening, Chicago.
Tonight, a source inside local pharmaceutical giant Luxinol exposes the company's bald-faced lies.
I took a job at Luxinol because I believe...
I told you this jail thing was going to be huge, Dennis.
Your own show, hot damn.
Hot brat.
I was going to pass some samples out at your photo shoot.
Get the masses talking.
Have one.
No, thanks.
Oh, geez.
What's wrong?
What was your big break like?
Great story.
I was embedded with these Nicaraguan rebels during a political skirmish.
Things went down.
I ended up taking a bullet for their leader.
Of course you did.
Got a lot of attention.
My agents had me airlifted and behind an anchor's desk faster than you can say Sandinista.
Did it feel weird that it happened so fast?
Never thought about it.
I was too damn excited, and I was still hopped upon a lot of Vicodin.
I don't know.
It just kind of feels like I cheated.
Dennis, you did the right thing.
You stuck to your guns.
Now you're getting rewarded.
Stop overanalyzing.
I guess so.
I mean, it's not the road you take, it's what you do once you get there, right?
Right.
Okay, then.
It's time for me to show the world what kind of a journalist I really am.
Pepper, work that pill.
Now, cup your ear like you're listening, while you work the pill.
Work it, work it...
oh, beautiful.
Hey, Les, you think we could try something a little more subtle?
All this kind of cheapens the story.
No, it tells the story.
In a single image, like a magazine cover is supposed to.
Ken, let's invest here, blow the whistle.
Wait, wait, wait.
I said a huge whistle.
Huge.
This will never read.
Props!
Officer Howell?
Oh, it's Angela.
You're free and I'm off the clock.
Sorry to interrupt.
The receptionist said I could find you in here.
Is this how you do a news broadcast?
Not at all.
It's a photo shoot for my press tour.
Oh!
Neat!
Well, I won't take much of your time.
Squeaky just wanted to make sure you got this.
Just one problem.
She put some pretty sensitive documents inside it.
You asked her to take a big chance, Ms.
Dennis.
One that landed her in solitary.
Howell, you've got to get her out.
I did, after I read them.
You were right.
I can't stand by and do nothing.
These accounting records show that the prison is actually spending $3.00 per inmate, per meal.
We already know the state budget is $4.00.
When you compound it, that missing dollar could add up into the thousands.
Where's that money going?
All right, people, places!
Where's my bald guys?
Put a little German ale inside the steaming reservoir, and it's like you're standing outside the Brandenburg Gate.
Bald guys!
Here, now.
Your manhood is in jeopardy.
Can we get some music cranking in here?
Maybe some Coldplay?
Who are you?
I believe it's called a stand-in.
I show $9,000 a month being diverted into a company called Cage Corp.
You should have their business license on file, right?
Who's the CEO?
You're kidding.
I didn't budget for stand-ins.
This is Angela Howell.
She's a guard at the jail.
Been a huge help with that state budget scandal I was telling you about.
Grab your pilland get back on the bottle.
We lose the photographerin an hour.
Les, thousands of dollar shave been illegally siphoned from the city jail food budget into a dummy corporation.
It's been going on for years.
Well, no rush then.
It could wait till after the press junket.
That's three weeks from now.
That's the deal-- up you go.
Inmates are suffering.
It would be obscene to let this go on for another minute.
Give the story to someone else.
I need you here.
Remember synergy?
Help the company help you help the company...
help you?
I can't walk away from this.
I know these women, lived with them.
You are really selfish.
This brave soul cast himself out of his industry of choice.
This tour is the only way he can secure a financial future for his unborn child.
If you won't do this for yourself, do it for Ken and his baby...
Boy or girl?
Boy.
His baby boy.
If I could say something?
Please, talk some sense into her.
Pepper, I'll be fine.
All I wanted was a clear conscience.
I got that when you were released.
Thanks, Ken, and all I wanted...
The Afterschool Special ends now.
Why can't you take a lesson from Charlie?
He's throwing all of his energy into that stupid brat baker.
What does being an anchor have to do with sausage?
Nothing.
But he doesn't care, because he understands synergy.
I'm sorry, I have to go.
Pepper, opportunity knocks once.
Those women can't wait.
For years, this jail averaged 30 cases of food poisoning a month, a fact unknown to the outside world.
Food got me sick ten times since I've been in here.
Filed a complaint each time-- nothing happened.
Those complaints were hidden by prison warden Nan Chambers, who cut corners on the jail's food, often purchasing expired and spoiled items while pocketing the savings for herself.
Documents provided from inside the jail's accounting office brought this startling betrayal to light.
State spends more on these criminals than I see in a year.
Cable TV, health care, a fitness center!
How are they going to learn their lesson if we keep treating them like princesses?!
Today, a new warden keeps careful watch as another food distributor, Ultimate Entrees, pledges to provide these inmates with safe meals and a small taste of justice.
For WEiE, I'm Pepper Dennis.
Knuckles!
Keep it there.
We're a Channel 4 facility now.
Thank you, Warden.
And I'll keep these coming.
Oh, thank you.
Grass Bag!
Grass Bag!
Grass Bag!..
Mr.
Gaye.
I need your signature, please.
What is it?
An approval form for night classes.
I was perusing the corporate handbook and discovered that Brinkman Media Group has a tuition match program.
We do?
So I'm going back to school.
Soon, I won't just feel like I could be more than a receptionist.
I will be.
I never meant to say that you were just a receptionist.
I...
You know, you mean more to me than that.
I mean, I think you have a lot going for you.
Les, can we talk?
Come in.
I've only got a minute.
Excellent story, by the way.
Glad you liked it.
I hope you understand it was something I needed to get off my plate.
Absolutely.
I realize walking out like that may have been a bit hasty.
I apologize.
I just hope my commitment to the station isn't called into question.
You have nothing to worry about.
Great.
'Cause I'm going to knock your socks off with this Saturday morning show.
Right.
Unfortunately, that train has left the station.
You're a damn good reporter.
And I see now just how important that is to you.
So that's just what you'll be doing around here for a long, long time.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
I'm late for a run-through.
How do you expect me to get up when I'm balancing myself on this rickety stool?!
Rowena!
Les, we need to talk chairs.
This is not working!
This is not working!
This is not working!
Kimmy, I cannot shine with all this shine!
It's like giving Veruca Salt her own show.
I can't believe that bitch gets to be synergy's bitch.
I got you a thank-you gift.
For reminding me that the guy living with Nicaraguan rebels would never put his face on an appliance.
No more Babcock brat steamer?
No.
I pulled out of the deal.
Just because I can have something doesn't mean I should.
Integrity.
Frankly, Babcock, integrity blows.
You know, I used to think taking the high road was a beautiful thing.
But when you're on it, no one waves.
You don't fly by once-in-a-lifetime opportunities on the low road.
Blanca sure didn't.
Dennis...
you're going to get where you're going.
But when you arrive...
...all you have is this.
In your case, it's more than enough.
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