- (Man on radio):<i>
...14 miles per hour.</i> <i> It's currently 75 degrees.</i> - (Stuart on radio):<i>
Coming to you live</i> <i> from WRMD Studios
in Minneapolis,</i> The Dr. Jill Show! (Phone ringing) <i> And now, here's your host,
Dr. Jill Peterman!</i> (Siren wailing in distance) -<i> Welcome back to</i>
The Dr. Jill Show. We have an Isabelle on Line 3. Hey, Izzy!
How are you tonight? -<i> I'm not good, Dr. Jill.</i> - What did Frank
do this time? -<i> He went out drinking
with his buddies.</i> - And how is that different
to every other Friday night? -<i> Today's our anniversary.</i> - Oh! -<i> The thing is he'd had
a stressful day at work...</i> - Hey, Izzy, Izzy, Izzy! You gotta stop making
excuses for him. -<i> I know, you're right,
but I love him!</i> - No. No, that's not love.
That's desperation. It's oozing from your pores like some cheap dollar-store
knockoff perfume, Eau de Despair! It's so pungent that I can
smell it over the phone line. And I'm sorry to say it, but if
you keep dousing yourself in it, he's gonna keep taking advantage
of you and your codependency! -<i> Dr. Jill Show.</i> Name? -<i> But Dr. Jill...</i> - There's one caller
ahead of you. Stay on the line
and turn your radio down. -<i> I still love him,
and I'm scared to be alone.</i> <i> He hasn't done anything
that bad, really.</i> <i> Nothing worse than most men.</i> <i> He just likes to hang out</i> <i> with the guys a bit too much,
that's all.</i> <i> Do I miss him when he's out...</i> - How is she sounding tonight?
- Feisty. -<i> He says I should see...</i> - Good! That's the way
I like her. -<i> It's true that ever since
we started seeing each other,</i> <i> I haven't seen enough
of my girlfriends.</i> - Izzy, you've been calling
my show for weeks, and you've been saying
the same thing for weeks. -<i> I'm sorry, Dr. Jill.</i> - No! Don't be sorry.
Be done! Recognize your self-worth
and fight for it. Fight for your happiness! Because you deserve to be happy.
Say it. -<i> I deserve to be happy.</i> - Now say it like you mean it! -<i> I deserve to be happy.</i> - And what do you need to do
to be happy? -<i> Cut him loose?</i> - No, you need to cut him loose! Now, can you do that, Isabelle? -<i> Probably not.</i> - OK, then I guess
I will talk to you next week. I look forward to that. And we have another one of
our regulars on the line. Alexis!
How are you tonight? -<i> He ended things, Dr. Jill.</i> - Your boyfriend? -<i> He said he didn't
love me anymore,</i> <i> that he never wanted
to speak to me again.</i> - Good! -<i> How can you say that?</i> - Because you've been
calling for months, saying that you're convinced
he's cheating on you, that he's closed off
emotionally, how miserable you are. You're stuck in
a long-distance relationship that probably should've ended
a long time ago. So, yes, I'm very pleased
he dumped you. -<i> How do you sleep?</i> - Excuse me? -<i> The way you talk down to
people who ask for your help,</i> <i> people who are hurting!</i> <i> How do you sleep?</i> - I sleep just fine because I don't need
someone sleeping next to me to prove my self-worth. If I am not getting what I want
from a relationship, if my partner doesn't
make me feel good about us, about myself, I cut them loose! And you should be thankful that your boyfriend
did that to you. -<i> I don't want to live
without him.</i> - Oh, I'm sorry, Alexis,
but that's a pathetic existence. -<i> You're right.
I'm pathetic.</i> - No, you're not.
Your life is. But the good news is
is that you realize it, and acceptance is the first step
in doing something about it. Decide that you're going to
do something about your life. Tonight.
Right here, right now. It's time to end
this pathetic existence. End it, Alexis!
End it. Alexis? -<i> OK, I'll end it.</i> - Good! -<i> Goodbye, Dr. Jill.</i> (Gunshot) (Button clicking) ♪ ♪ ♪ - (Claire):
So, what you get up to today? - Just saw a few clients. - Thanks! Interested in hearing the
latest gossip from the station? - OK! - Quentin was let go. - Oh, wow! OK. Any idea when they'll name
a new general manager? - They have! Stuart. - Oh! He'll be stoked! - Yeah! He's stressed,
and he's taking it out on me. - Stuart will calm down. - Not if our ratings
don't go up. But you know what would help me
with my anxiety? - Please don't tell me you're
gonna ask me to come back again. - I'm not!
I'm begging you! - Oh, Claire! - We've been in this together
from the start, and it just doesn't feel right
doing the show without you. - You know I can't do it.
- Why not? - For starters, there's
a new show in that timeslot. - Yeah, a terrible one
with no listenership. You know Stuart would
take you back in a heartbeat. - I just can't do it. (Sighing) - Jill, what happened
with Alexis wasn't your fault. You were just trying
to help her. - No, I was trying
to help my ratings. (Car honking) (Knocking on door) - You wanted to see me, Ron? - My father didn't want me
to hire you as GM. - Um, OK! - He wanted me to hire
someone younger, someone more hip, someone who, like myself,
could relate with the staff. But I convinced him that your
experience would come in handy when times got tough. - Thank you. - Times are tough, Stuart. I have our latest
ratings book. - Yeah. Not that I want to
make an excuse, but this really reflects what
happened during Quentin's watch. - Which is why Quentin's
currently sitting at home in a bathrobe,
skimming the want ads. (Sighing) Look, Stuart, of all
my dad's media assets, WRMD is the one that
he cared about the most. Truth be told, he probably
cared more about it than he cared about me. Didn't bother me, though. That's because I knew one very
real truth about this station. It always made money. - That may have been
true at one time, Ron, but the terrestrial
radio business isn't
what it used to be. - I understand the state
of the industry, Stuart. - I didn't mean to imply-- - I also understand that since<i>
The Dr. Jill Show</i> went off air, the station's sinking and
advertisers are jumping ship. We need to do
something about that, or more specifically, you need
to do something about that. - Yes. - Otherwise, yours will be the shortest
tenure as general manager in the history of radio. (Cell ringing) - Hello! - Jill! Hey!
How you doing? - Not as good as you.
I heard about the promotion. <i> Congrats!</i> - Thanks. - So, what's up? - I'd, uh, rather not talk
about it over the phone, if you don't mind. Can--can we meet up? - Um, OK. -<i> Great!</i> <i> Um, how about you swing by
the station, then, tomorrow?</i> - No, not the station. - OK, um, the café downstairs, say, 10:00? - OK. -<i> Great!</i> Great, I'll--I'll see you then. - OK, bye! -<i> Bye-bye!</i> (Cell beeping) (Siren wailing in distance) (Car beeping) (♪ Soul on stereo ♪) - Dr. Jill! Haven't seen you around
the station in a while. - Haven't been
around in a while. - Usual? - Yeah, thank you. - Espresso, long, coming up. (Chuckling) Why don't you grab a seat?
I'll bring it to you. - There she is! - Oh, hi! - Hi, Jill! It's good to see you. - Yeah, you too. - Well, have a seat! Daisy, I'm gonna
have a double. - Sure! - So... - So... (Chuckling) - Just thanks for
coming to meet with me. - What's so important? - You. You're so important.
I need you back. - Ron and Claire have already
asked me several times, and I've said no
several times. - We would give you
a significant raise. - OK, espresso, long, and double the pleasure,
double the fun! - Thanks, Daisy. - Enjoy! - Look... - It's not about the money. - I know it was hard on you,
but it's been a year. - Someone is dead
because of me. - We don't know that. - I heard it, Stuart.
I still hear it. - The police were never
able to connect that caller to an actual suicide. And even if someone
did kill herself, the sad fact is that there
are people in this world who you simply can't help. But for every Alexis, there are thousands of
others who you can help. (Chuckling softly) - Well, I'm sorry, but I don't wanna do
a show like that anymore. - What kind of show?
What do you mean? - Where I berate callers and
shoehorn in cheesy catchphrases. - Fine! You do
the show you want. - Really? - Absolutely! But don't do it for me, and don't do it for you. You do it for the good
people of Minneapolis. (Both chuckling) That was a bit much.
- A lot much. I'll think about it. - Jill, that's all I ask. (Car beeping) (Door beeping) (Door clicking, alarm wailing) (Wailing stops) - Excuse me,
are you Dr. Jill? - Yes, hi! - Oh my gosh! I used to
listen to you all the time! What happened? One night, you were on the air
and the next, you weren't! - That's the radio business.
It's all about podcasts now. - But your show was popular!
And you helped so many people. - That's debatable. - It's a fact.
You helped me! - Were you a caller? - No, but I took your advice. I'd been dating my boyfriend
since high school. He wouldn't commit,
so I cut him loose! And then a week later,
I met my fiancé, all thanks to you! (Chuckling) - Did Stuart send you? - Who? (Chuckling) - Nobody.
Congratulations! - So, what are
you doing now? - I'm... in limbo. - Oh! Well, uh, maybe you
could start a podcast! (Chuckling) - Yeah, maybe. (Siren wailing in distance) (Line ringing) - (Stuart):<i> Jill!</i> - I'll do it. -<i> That's great.</i> (Man on radio, indistinct) (Sighing) (Sighing) - So, um, everything's
ready to go, and I even brought your
old chair out of storage. - Thanks. - Um, do you have
any questions? - Li, I hosted my
own show for years. - I know. It's just that
you seem a bit nervous. Not that I blame you. You haven't been on
the air in a while, and there's gonna be
a lot of people listening. - Fine. - OK! Good luck! (Sighing) - (Man on radio):<i>
...and you'll automatically</i> <i> get your name put in a draw
for a $500 gas coupon.</i> <i> So, what are you waiting for?
Come on by!</i> <i> We're on Kensington
just off the I-35.</i> (♪ Radio show theme ♪) - (Stuart on radio):<i>
Coming to you live</i> <i> from WRMD Studios
in Minneapolis,</i> The Dr. Jill Show! <i> And now, here's your host,
Dr. Jill Peterman!</i> (Whispering):
Oh, come on, Jill. (Breathing unevenly) Get her to say something. (Keyboard clicking) (Sighing) - Um, hi. I'm sure many of you
are wondering where I've been the past year. Read some interesting
theories online, everything from being in rehab to going to Montana
to sell dreamcatchers. (Chuckling) Unfortunately, the truth is
not nearly as interesting as the fiction. There was an incident
that inspired my hiatus... which I, um, won't go into now. Only to say that
it made me realize that I was not happy
with the show or who I had become as a person. On the first day I sat
behind this microphone, I was a psychologist pretending
to be a talk-show host. And by the last day, I was a radio personality
pretending to be a doctor, pretending to care
about my callers. I got so caught up in ratings, press clippings
and my on-air façade. (On radio):<i> And those of you
who wanted my help,</i> <i> who needed my help,</i> <i> you didn't get it,</i> <i> or at least not to
the best of my ability.</i> (Beeping) <i> And for that,</i> I am truly, truly sorry. (On radio):<i>
This is my attempt at a do-over.</i> <i> My goal is to help as many
of you as possible</i> and to also help myself
become a better person. So, um, while the format
will remain the same, the show will not. (On radio):<i> This is the new
and improved</i> Dr. Jill Show. <i> There's so much negativity
in this country...</i> (Sighing) ...and, indeed, the whole world. You won't be getting
any of that from me. Instead of berating my callers
and talking down to them, I am going to try my very best
to build you up. From this moment forward, tough love will just be love. (Sighing) <i> Anyway, that is my hope.</i> So, with all that
out of the way, let's officially
open the phone boards. Let's take some callers. (Phone ringing) - OK. -<i> Dr. Jill Show!</i>
Yes, please hold. <i> Dr. Jill Show!</i>
Yes, please hold. <i> Dr. Jill Show!</i> - OK! - Yes, please hold. - We got ourselves a show. It's OK,
I won't make speech, but if I could just
have your attention... A toast to Jill being back
where she belongs, on the air. (Chuckling) Everyone, to Jill! - To Jill!
- Jill! - Thank you. - And how did it feel? - Good, dead air aside. (All laughing) Seriously, though, I didn't realize how much
I missed it, and all of you. So thank you,
guys, so much. - Well, thank you. Anyway, lots to eat,
lots to drink. Help yourselves, everyone. (♪ Pop on stereo ♪) - OK, I want your opinion as
my friend, not my producer. - You sounded great. - And my advice? - Spot on! - I don't know!
It felt rusty. - No, seriously,
give it a week, and it'll feel like
you never left. It is so good
to have you back! (Chuckling) - Top you guys up? - Is that even a question? (All laughing) - I'm gonna go
do the rounds. - Have fun! - So, I was really surprised when I heard that
Dr. Jill was coming back, especially after
all the rumors. - About? - The caller who
committed suicide on air, and, hmm, that
was why she left. - What we heard was what sounded
like a woman shooting herself, but we never actually
confirmed it. - Didn't you talk
to the police? - Yeah! And it turns out they
didn't really look much into it. And we checked the papers, and
apparently it's not very common for families to make comments
publicly about suicide. - Wow, I'm surprised! I thought
it would be a much bigger story. - Yeah, well, there's
actually a 5-second delay on live broadcast, so we just dumped
the gunshot, and none of our listeners
actually heard it. - Daisy! Sorry! (Chuckling) - Excuse me! - Cheers! (Chuckling) - So, that went well. - Yeah, that was
a train wreck, and not the good kind. - OK, I realize that her
style is a bit softer, but-- - She was being respectful
to her callers! - The phone lines
were still jammed. - Well, they better be
after I blew all that money on billboards and
bus-stop ads. And her ratings are
gonna continue to plummet unless she starts telling her
callers to cut him loose. - The thing is, um, she doesn't
want to say that anymore. - It's her catchphrase. - Yeah, I know, I know. I, uh, I kind of told her
she didn't have to. - I get it. You said what you needed
to say to get Jill back. - Exactly! - Yeah. Now, do your job and say
whatever you need to say to get the old
Dr. Jill back. Jill! Great show!
Really good! - Thanks, Ron! - I agree. That was great. - You listened? - I did. It's, uh, nice to
hear your voice, nice to see your face. - It's been a long day. I think I'm gonna
make a move. - Oh, do you want me to,
uh, walk you to your car? - No, thanks. - Even just as
head of security? (Scoffing) (Exhaling sharply) (Clattering) - Hello? Is anyone there? (Car beeping, Jill gasping) - Oh, hi!
- Oh my God! You scared me. - Sorry! Hey, you got any
big plans this weekend? - Does laundry count
as a big plan? - I was thinking I was
gonna haul my butt to yoga and then maybe undo
all the good I did by stuffing my
face at brunch. - That sounds good. I'm in!
- Yes? Amazing! Whoops! - Are you all right to drive? - Do you mind
dropping me off? - Yeah.
- Let's go. (Car beeping) Thanks, Mom! - That's OK, honey! (Laughing) Did you have fun
at the party, honey? - A little too much fun! - Yeah, I think someone
had too much fun! You're grounded! - (Man on radio):<i>
...living completely on her own</i> <i> in the jungles of
the Amazon rainforest.</i> <i> Thanks for joining us today.</i> - (Woman):<i>
Oh, it's great to be here.</i> -<i> So, what was it that inspired
this whole journey?</i> -<i> Well, I'd always had
this fascination</i> <i> for both nature and ecology.</i> <i> And along with that challenge,</i> <i> I was rather tempted
by this notion</i> <i> of totally taking myself
away from society</i> <i> and everything
I had previously known.</i> -<i> You completely cut off contact
with the outside world?</i> -<i> Well, I checked in--</i> (Car honking) - Hi! - Hey, there! (Sighing) Thanks for
coming in early. - Hey, no problem!
What's up? - Well, I have the ratings
for your first 4 days back. - And? - Well, Monday's were great. Unfortunately, they just dropped
in each of the 3 days since. - Well, it's still
only the first week. - I realize that,
but I think it's... I think it's safe to say that
the kinder, gentler style, it just isn't as popular. - It'll take time for
the show to find new fans. - We don't have time, Jill. The station is
about to go under. - What? - Yeah. Bringing you back, it was our last-ditch
attempt to keep afloat. - And if we can't? - Ron, he's just ready
to change formats. - To what? - Some automated
dance station. (Scoffing) Less listeners,
but way less overhead. Point being, you and I, we're not gonna be
the only ones out of work. Claire, I think most of
the staff, is gonna be let go. - OK, so you're asking me
to do things the way I used to. - Yes. - Stuart, we had a deal! - I know! I know!
I hate going back on my word. - Well, I'm sorry, but I'm
not going back on mine. I don't wanna do that type
of show again! I can't! - You don't need to start
insulting your listeners again. Mix in some old-school
Dr. Jill sass. Enlighten, entertain
at the same time. - This doesn't feel good. - OK, but just think
of the big picture. The more listeners you have,
the more people you can help. (Scoffing) - Fine, I'll play
it up a bit. - Thank you! Thank you! Oh, and Ron insists that
you use your catchphrase. - Oh, you gotta
be kidding me! - Oh no, not
all the time. Just drop it in once in
a while when appropriate. (Scoffing) Jill... please. (Sighing) - If he's not ready
to have kids and get married at 45, I seriously doubt
he's ever gonna be ready. - (Woman on phone):<i>
Leo just says he wants us</i> <i> to have our alone time first,</i> <i> and then we could
start a family...</i> - Where's Li? - She called in
sick last minute. I couldn't find
someone to replace her. - OK, well, you seem to be
holding things together. - (Woman):<i>
...without my salary.</i> - And you're 41, right? -<i> Yes, but Leo says
we still have time.</i> - Then I'm sorry to say it, but this guy's playing the
long-con, and you're his mark. -<i> I don't understand.</i> - He's running out your clock,
your maternal clock. It's approaching midnight, and your ovaries are
turning into pumpkins, which means he doesn't need to turn his convertible
into a minivan. <i>- What do you think I should do?</i> (Sighing) - You really wanna have a child? -<i> More than anything.</i> - Then... - (Whispering):
Say it. -<i> Dr. Jill?</i> - I think you need to... cut him loose. - Yes! -<i> Really? Thank you!
I was hoping you'd say that.</i> - And with that, we're going
to take a short break. (Man on radio, indistinct) - Great, Jill!
So, there you have it, huh? Your typical great advice, just
served with a dash of disdain. I love it! - That didn't feel good. - Oh, what's the big deal? You just added a little
sizzle to your steak. - I did exactly what I told
my listeners I wouldn't do. - Oh, barely! The caller
didn't seem to mind. Remember when you
used to talk women into dumping their
boyfriends live on air? - OK, I'm gonna dump you
as my boss if you don't stop. (Clearing throat) - OK. (Phone ringing) -<i> Dr. Jill Show.</i> Name? (Chuckling, clearing throat) - (Woman on radio):<i> Is your
child having difficulty reading?</i> <i> Are they confused
by mathematical...</i> - What? - Someone's calling
herself Alexis. - So?
- It sounds exactly like her. -<i> Our certified
teachers are ready</i> <i> to assist your son
or daughter...</i> - Put her through. - No, that's a bad idea. - Just be ready with the dump
button. Put her through. (Sighing) -<i> We guarantee improvement
or your money back.</i> <i> Call us today, and start your
child towards a bright future.</i> - And welcome back to<i>
The Dr. Jill Show.</i> You're listening to
WRMD Minneapolis, and we have an Alexis on Line 4. Hello? Alexis? -<i> Hello, Dr. Jill.</i> <i> Tell me, how do you sleep?</i> - Get in here! - (Stuart):<i>
Join us again tomorrow night</i> <i> right here on WRMD.</i> - I am so sorry! - I can't believe
you'd do that to me! - It wasn't Claire's fault! I told her to
put the call through. - To ambush me live on air? - Claire thought it
was the same Alexis. I just needed to find
out if she was right. - It was.
- Are you positive? - Yes, I've re-listened to
that recording 100 times. It was definitely her! - This is good news.
- How? - If she's alive, that means
you didn't have anything to do with a caller
killing herself. - You have absolutely
nothing to feel guilty about. - Exactly! - God, I spent
an entire year thinking I'd talked somebody
into committing suicide. - I know, prank callers
go with the territory when you do a
live radio show. - This is more than
just some prank! - I agree, and I'm sorry
about what she did to you, but it's better to know
the truth, don't you think? And this also means that
your original style, it didn't lead to
anything bad happening. On the other hand, it did
lead to strong ratings! - Oh! - Now is not
the time for that. - OK, I'm just saying-- - No, I know exactly
what you're saying, and I'm saying now
is not the time. (Sighing) (Sighing) (Sniffling) (Door beeping) (Keys jingling) (Car beeping) (Gasping) Oh! Don't sneak up on
people like that! - I'm sorry!
You seemed really upset. I just wanted to make
sure you were OK. - Yeah, I'm fine! Thanks. (Sighing) - Look, Jill, I know
I made a mistake. - You lied to me about the fact
that while we were dating, you also had a
long-term girlfriend. You didn't make a mistake.
You made a choice. - I broke up with her.
I broke up with Hailey for you. - When?
- Right after you found out. - What can I say?
Your timing's amazing. - Well, why didn't
you return my calls? - Because I didn't
wanna talk to you. - Look, come get
a drink with me. I'll explain everything.
You'll feel better. - We only went out
for a couple months. No one even knew
we were dating. - That's 'cause we both said
it might get complicated. - Yeah, and
clearly, it did. - Give me another shot. - I'm sorry. (Sighing) (Elevator bell dinging) (Pounding on door) - Jill! Jill, open up!
I got your message! (Pounding on door) - Jeez! - Jill, open up! (Sighing) - She knows
where I live. - She? - Alexis! - You think it's the same
person who called tonight? - "How do you sleep?"
Who else would it be? - Anyone who listened
to the show tonight. - No, only a few of us
at the station knew the relevance of that. Besides, when I got home, the roses were waiting
for me at the door. There wouldn't
have been time. - They didn't leave, like,
a business card or a sticker? - No, she must've
delivered them herself. - Do you think we should,
like, not touch stuff just in case they
wanna dust for prints? - You think I should
call the cops? - You don't? - Say what, that someone
bought me flowers? - Yeah, I guess
you're right. Where do you even
get black roses? - Ah, I don't know. - You know, I guess,
in certain cultures, black roses probably
mean different things, some bad, sure,
but some good. - I am going with bad. (Sighing) So, apparently,
they were just red roses that were dipped in
a plant-dye extract, and you can
get them anywhere. -<i> So there's no way to figure
out where they came from?</i> - Not likely. Uh, think I'm gonna
have to call you back. (Car honking) (Sighing) Why are you following me?
What do you want? - Your autograph.
You're Dr. Jill right? (Breathing heavily) - Yeah. - I thought it was you! Do you live around here? - So, you want my autograph?
- Please! I can't believe I am actually
meeting you in person. I used to listen to
your show all the time. And I'm just so
glad you're back. (Sighing) - Your voice sounds familiar.
Have we met before? - Uh, no!
No, we've never met. - Who do I make
this out to? - Isabelle? (Chuckling softly) (Chuckling softly) - There you go. - Thank you. For what it's worth, you are so much prettier in
person than on those billboards. Bye! (Siren wailing) - Ah! I'll have
someone take it down. - I don't care
about the billboard! I care about who is
doing this to me and why! - It's graffiti, probably some
kid with a can of spray paint. - That's not some kid.
That's Alexis. - Someone who we now know
didn't kill herself. - Exactly, and now
she's stalking me. I'm not going back on the air. - Whoa! Wait, Jill! - No! This all started
when I came back. - But whoever's doing this,
that's probably what they want. - All the more reason! - The person that's
messing with you, they're gonna get tired,
they'll stop. - I wanna talk to the police. - I understand. I do. But they barely took us
seriously the last time. - Well, I am gonna make them
take me seriously this time. And they wrote the same thing on a billboard
advertising my show. - Well, I'm sorry that
you're going through that, but this is the
homicide department. Why are you
bringing it to me? - Well, we just thought
we'd come to you first because we wanted
to keep this quiet and you dealt with the Alexis
situation last year and-- - Right, Alexis! The anonymous caller who
shot and killed herself live on the air and then called
you back yesterday. - Yes, in retrospect,
it clearly didn't happen, but we were legally obligated
to report it to the police. - Like I said before,
there's not much I can do. - Did you do anything? - Excuse me? - Last year, when we called you
the first time, did you even try to connect
that call to an actual suicide? - No. - Why the hell not? - It was a possible
suicide, not a murder. My partner and I have actual
murders with actual bodies that we need to solve. So I'm sorry if what
seemed like a bad joke and turned out
was a bad joke didn't make it to the
top of my priority list. - Got it. Great.
Thanks for your help. (Phone ringing) - Have you ever
been married? - (Fiore):
Detective Fiore! - No. - What about a bad breakup, an ex-boyfriend who'd have
a reason to be upset with you? - Not that I can think of. - The jilted lover or
the disgruntled employee are the typical angle for
these types of situations. Unfortunately, yours isn't
the typical situation. - (Fiore):
What time? - Because I'm
on the radio? - You encourage
your listeners to break up with the person
they're in a relationship with. In fact, you convinced
an ex-girlfriend of mine to break up with me. - Oh! Sorry. - My point being it shouldn't
come as a surprise that you've made
some enemies. - Let's go. (Sighing) - Look, I'll pass you on
to the right department. But here's what
they're gonna say: Although disconcerting,
nobody has threatened you. - Yet. - You want my advice?
Be vigilant. And if you're
genuinely concerned, do what other people
in the public eye do and travel with
a bodyguard. Now, let me know if
anything comes in related to
my department. - You mean like
I end up dead? - For example. (Jill and Stuart sighing) (Car beeping) - Well, that was
a waste of time! - At least you
filed a report. - A lot of good
a report will do me when some crazy lady's
trying to strangle me. - What did you think
of her suggestion? - About getting
a bodyguard? - If you want, I could arrange for Brett
just to keep an eye on you. - I don't know, Stu. - Just until we see if Alexis, or whoever's
responsible for this, reaches out again. - I'll be fine. - You sure? - Yeah. (Siren wailing) (Elevator bell dinging) (Keys jingling) (Sighing) (Cell ringing) Hello? -<i> How do you sleep?</i> - Who is this? Alexis? (Scoffing) (Cell ringing) What the hell
do you want from me? - (Man):<i> Yes, hello.
Is this Dr. Jill Peterman?</i> - Uh, sorry.
I thought this was someone else. Who am I speaking with? -<i> I'm a reporter with</i> The Globe, <i> and I'd like to speak with you
about the caller named Alexis.</i> - No comment. The reporter knew everything.
He knew all about Alexis. He knew about the black roses
and the billboard and us going to the police. - Besides the three of us, who
else would know all the details? - Probably Li,
Brett, maybe Ron. - There have been rumors
going around the building. I was speaking with Daisy, and even she'd heard
bits and pieces. - My money's on someone
with the police leaking it. - What makes you say that? - The newspapers, they
have cops on their payroll just to let them know if
a public figure comes in. - What if this came from Alexis? - Why would she do that? - I don't know,
what if this is part of whatever the hell
it is she's doing? - Look, it's out there. And our only comment
should be "no comment." By tomorrow, it's gonna be
yesterday's news, literally! - Well, what about
tonight's show? - What about it? - Do you still plan
on doing it? - Of course
she does, right? - Have Li ready,
and if Alexis calls, I'll try to keep
her on the air, and you guys do whatever
you can to trace that call. Thanks for calling. And as always,
thank you all for sharing, and that's good night,
Minneapolis. See you next time. -<i> That was</i> The Dr. Jill Show! <i> Join us again tomorrow night
right here on WRMD...</i> Jill, that was
a great show! - I really thought she
was gonna call back. - It was a good plan. - I bet knowing
we went to the cops convinced whoever's
doing this to stop. - Well, I'm not going to. This Alexis woman,
whatever her real name is, made me feel like crap
for an entire year. I'm not letting her
get away with it. - But the cops already said
they can't do anything about it. - Well, I'm just gonna have to
figure out who she is myself! (Gasping) Claire? Claire? Oh! Oh! Oh my God! (Grunting) Someone! Help! OK, don't move! It's gonna be OK. Help! Someone help! You're gonna be OK.
OK, just don't move. Quick, go get help! What are you doing? Go! Who did this to you? Claire, it's OK.
He's gonna get help. Someone's gonna be
here real soon. (Door closing) Just don't move. (Officers talking, indistinct) - How long have you been the building's head
of security, Mr. Cundall? - About 3 years. - So, besides
the vehicle exit and the entrance
to the building, is there any other
way out of here? - There's, um, an emergency
exit, but it's got an alarm. - And you're certain all
the alarms are operational? - Mm-hmm, positive.
- OK. - How many surveillance
cameras do you have? - We've got three. We've got
one at the main entrance. There's one in
the vehicle gate, and then there's
that one on that door. - All right, but nothing inside
the parking lot itself? - There's a camera, but it
hasn't been operational since before
I took the job. - They're all
recorded and archived? - Yes, sir.
Previous 48 hours. - OK, I'm gonna need
a copy of that. - It's pretty grainy. They should've upgraded
the system years ago. - Whatever you got.
And we need it right away. All right, miss. - I was walking
to my car. And then I saw Claire
on the ground, and there was blood everywhere. - Was she still breathing? - Barely. - How long after her
did you leave the station? - A few minutes. - By a few, do you
mean three, four? - Yeah, something
like that. - And did you see or hear
anything suspicious? What did you do
after discovering her? - I went to dial 911, but my phone, it doesn't
get reception down there, so I started
yelling for help. - Did anyone come? - Um, Brett came. - Who? - Brett Cundall. He's the building's
head of security. - And approximately how soon
after you started calling out did he show up? - 10, 15 seconds. - And what happened next? - He ran off to get help,
and I stayed with Claire. I kept telling her
everything was gonna be OK. And then she stopped breathing,
so I tried to save her. (Sniffling) - Is that how you ended up with
her blood all over your clothes? (Sighing) I'm gonna need to
take you to the station. (♪<i> Butterflies</i> by No Mono ♪) <i> ♪♪ I remember trying
to fight the fever ♪</i> <i> ♪ Whoa, oh ♪</i> <i> ♪ Like you're feeding
on your knees ♪</i> <i> ♪ But I don't need it ♪</i> <i> ♪ Whoa, oh ♪</i> <i> ♪ Starved of life
I took your love ♪</i> <i> ♪ And held it under ♪</i> <i> ♪ Till I realized
you left your ghost in here ♪</i> <i> ♪ You made it hurt like that ♪</i> <i>♪ When you came up to my door ♪</i> <i> ♪ Butterflies in my guts ♪</i> <i> ♪ Butterflies in my mouth ♪</i> <i> ♪ Man, I felt it ♪</i> <i> ♪ I need your love ♪</i> <i> ♪ To save me ♪</i> <i> ♪ I need your love ♪</i> <i> ♪ To save me ♪</i> <i> ♪ Oh, I needed you ♪</i> <i> ♪ Oh, I needed you ♪♪</i> - I still don't understand
why you needed all that. - It's just procedure.
You can head home. - Hey! I thought you
might need a ride. - Thank you. (Woman on police radio,
indistinct) - Can I, uh,
get you something? - I think I'm just
gonna go to bed. - OK, well, uh, you shouldn't be alone. I'll stay on the couch. (Sniffling) (Sobbing) Oh, hey!
Hey, hey, hey! (Sobbing) Hey, hey, hey!
It's OK! It's OK! It's OK! (Sobbing) Shhh... It's OK. Morning. - Morning. - Were you able
to get some sleep? - A bit. - Do you want me
to make breakfast? - Thanks. I'm not
really hungry. - OK, I should
get--get to work. - Yeah, of course. - Uh, just before I go, uh, that thing that I was
saying the other day... - Thing? - About how we should give it
another shot or whatever... - Brett, now is really
not the time! - OK, sorry. Pretend I didn't
say anything. Hey, I know it's not your thing, but you should consider getting
a gun just for protection. - Not a chance! (Sighing) - Thank you. - Breakfast of champions! - You're not really in
the position to judge! Any luck with the parking
surveillance video? - I went all the way back
a few hours prior to the murder, and nobody entered
who didn't exit. - Ah, except for
Dr. Jill Peterman, who came in a minute
after Claire. - Ah, I got the
autopsy report back. Vic was stabbed
once in the back, 3 times in the abdomen,
lacerating her liver. They pulled out one set
of latents off the body, which I ran through
the system and-- - Let me guess!
They belong to Dr. Jill. I gotta talk to her again.
- All right! (Car honking in distance) (Cell ringing) - Hello? Yes? (Sighing) What? No, but I was
just there last night. OK, ye-- Yes, I'll be there
as soon as I can. OK. OK. - I understand you recently
got upset with Miss Ashton. - When? - Last Friday, after she put
that caller Alexis through while you were on the air. - What-- Where'd
you hear that? OK, yes, but it's not
like I stayed mad at her. - You two have any
other disagreements? - What are you suggesting? Here's an idea: How about you go
do your job and search for
Claire's killer instead of treating
me like a suspect? - You're not a suspect. - Oh, you could've fooled me! - You're a person
of interest. - Oh, that's
so much better! - You were covered
in Claire's blood. We found your prints
all over her. We have timestamped
security footage of the entrances
to the parking lot. Nobody else was in there
at the time Claire came in until you entered. - So? - 63 seconds later, not a few minutes,
like you claimed. - Well, I was estimating. - Well, you did
a lousy job. (Scoffing) - Thought I was just
a person of interest. (Sighing) What about all
the Alexis stuff? - What about it? - You don't think
it's a coincidence that I came to you about
someone harassing me, and the very next day,
Claire was murdered? - Yes, I think it's an
unbelievable coincidence, arguably a far-fetched one. - Are you intimating
I made all that up to create some kind
of sick alibi? - The thought crossed my mind. (Scoffing) - Should I call a lawyer? - You can go. (Man on police radio,
indistinct) (Car beeping) (Screaming) (Knocking on door) - (Whispering):
Ah, Jill, it's OK. (Sobbing) (Sighing) (Sniffling) It's OK. - Sorry. (Door closing) - How are you
holding up? - It just feels surreal. - Well, if there's
anything that you need... - Thanks. - Have you, uh, have you spoken
to Claire's parents yet? - Yeah, it's just her mom. She's making plans to fly out
in the next couple of days. (Sniffling) - (Whispering): OK. Oh, I just can't believe. You know, I was thinking
maybe, uh, maybe next week, we could do, uh, like,
an on-air tribute. Yeah? Play some clips,
keep it light, uh, upbeat. - Yeah, that would be...
That'd be nice. You know, she wouldn't even
have got into the radio business if I hadn't pushed her. (Sighing, sniffling) We were randomly assigned
to live together in college, and we realized we had
all this stuff in common in music, clothes. I was always borrowing her
T-shirts, ruining them. (Chuckling softly) She was more like a
sister than a friend. (Sighing) And I know it's stupid, but I just can't help but think
if it hadn't been for me, she wouldn't even have
been in that parking lot. - What happened to her
is not your fault. - Not according
to the police. - (Whispering): What? - Yeah, they brought me in for questioning again
this morning. Apparently,
I'm their main suspect. - I'm sure they're just
trying to be thorough. - But if that
were the case, they'd at least consider
the possibility of this Alexis stuff
being related. - I know, but I'm sure
they have their reasons not to. - So you really
think my harasser has nothing to do
with all this? - I think that the police,
they know better. We should just let
them do their job. (Sighing) - Brett! I need to see
the security footage. - From last night? - Whatever you gave
the police, I need a copy. - Why?
- Please, just get it for me! - Hi! Can we get
2 large black coffees, please? - Sure! (Sighing) Are you guys from the police? - We are.
I'm Lt. Briggs. This is my partner,
Det. Fiore. - You know, I didn't even
wanna open up today, but I figured I owed it
to my customers. They say that
routine is important during times like this, so I just wanted to do my part, as small as that might be. Here you go.
It's on the house. - Thanks, but we're not
allowed to accept freebies. - Oh, I insist! - Daisy Reid, was it? - Yes. - We're speaking with everyone
who works in the building, and especially those
who park underground. - I still can't believe
that this happened, here and to Claire! - Was she a regular? - I'd say so, yes. - Do you know of anyone who
would've wanted to hurt her? - I didn't really
know her like that. I mean, we'd talk, but it was
more superficial, you know? - Yeah. - What time did you
leave last night? - Just after 8:00. - And did you notice
anything suspicious on your walk to
the vehicle? - No, but I'm--I'm parked
pretty close to the exit. I actually moved
there last year because I didn't like
walking through there by myself at night. I can't stop thinking that maybe if I'd just left
a little bit later... Do you mind if I, uh... - That's fine.
Thanks again for the coffee. - You bet! - So, what's the plan? - You walk the site again,
see if you can figure out what we're missing from
the surveillance videos. - Sure. - I'll finish interviewing
the radio staff.
- Yeah. - (Man on radio):<i> Forecast,
plenty of sunshine through today</i> <i> with seasonal temperatures.</i> <i>We should reach our normal high</i> <i> of about 82 degrees
by this afternoon.</i> <i> Clear skies tonight
with a low near 70.</i> <i>Increasing cloudiness tomorrow.</i> <i> Sticky and humid
with a high of 96...</i> (Man on radio, indistinct) - Have you seen this? - You walking into the parking
garage last night? - No, that's not me.
That's Claire. - Do you think you were
the intended victim? - Yes. - Look, I know someone's
been harassing you-- - Please just look
into the Alexis thing! It's connected somehow.
I'm sure of it! (Alarm blaring) - Here's all the
Alexis calls we have. - How far back do they go? - The FCC mandates we retain our
logs and records for 2 years. - Can you tell me where
they originated from? - Only the NSA can, and they
won't release that information unless a crime's been committed. Unfortunately, the NSA doesn't
record the actual conversation. - But we retain the
station's audio content in the log tapes, right? - Um, yeah. - I'm gonna need a copy of
all of your Alexis tapes. - Me too. - Do you have a preference for what we run in
Jill's timeslot tonight? -<i> The Dr. Jill Show.</i> - So, like, the best of? - No, like, a live show. (Sighing) - It was one thing
to talk Jill into doing a show when we thought
she had a stalker, but you can't honestly
expect her to come in. - As a matter of fact, I do! - Ron, look--
- No! You look at our
overnight ratings. They're way up there, thanks to all the stuff about
Alexis being made public, and they will
continue to climb when half the city
tunes in tonight to get Jill's take
on what happened. - But do you really think
it's appropriate? - The show must go on! Besides, I'm sure it's what
Claire would've wanted. - Oh, I seriously doubt that. - OK, Stuart... (Sighing) You got Jill back. You got her ratings moving
in the right direction, and now you need
to keep up the good work and milk this terrible tragedy
for every ounce that you can. (Chuckling softly) (Sighing) (Sighing) (Sighing) - We have a problem.
- What? - I should've never
let you get me involved! - Hey! I'll take
care of it. (Sighing) (Sighing) - There you go. - Thanks.
- Thanks, Daisy. So, Li mentioned she gave
the police the audio logs. (Sniffling) - I convinced Lt. Briggs to at least try to find a
connection to the Alexis stuff. - She hasn't found
anything, right? - At least not yet. (Sighing) - So, I'm sorry to have
to bring this up, but Ron is insisting
you do the show tonight. - And you're here to convince me
to do it, right? - No. No, I'm not. I don't want you going back
on the air until you're ready. - You mean that? - You know,
I wanted this job since the first day
I interned at a radio station. And over the years, I've... Oh, I've done things to move
up the ladder, increase ratings, stuff I'm not proud of. But now it's time. It's time to do
the right thing. - You sure this isn't just some
kind of reverse psychology? - No! No, Jill, it isn't. - Either way,
I'm gonna do the show. - Really? (Sighing) - Yeah. I have a plan. Are you sure you can
handle all this? - I think so. Um, would you rather
I use my own chair? - No, you've been
wanting Claire's seat since you were
an intern here. Now you've got it. You're the producer now,
so act like it. What many of you already know
is that an employee of WRMD, one of our family,
Claire Ashton, was murdered last night in the station's
underground parking lot. What you may not know is that, as well as being
the show's producer, she was also my best friend. And what you also don't know is that last year, something unthinkable happened. A caller who went
by the name of Alexis-- some of you may have heard
her call in on past shows-- she shot herself on air. This is part of
that conversation. (Recording):<i> I'm sorry, Alexis,
but that's a pathetic existence.</i> -<i> You're right.
I'm pathetic.</i> -<i> No, you're not.
Your life is.</i> <i> But the good news is
is that you realize it,</i> <i>and acceptance is the first step
in doing something about it.</i> <i> Decide that you're going to
do something about your life.</i> <i> Tonight.
Right here, right now.</i> <i> It's time to end
this pathetic existence.</i> <i> End it, Alexis!
End it.</i> -<i> OK. I'll end it.</i> -<i> Good.</i> -<i> Goodbye, Dr. Jill.</i> (Gunshot) - To my listeners, you never heard the end of
that call with the gunshot. That part was never broadcast. Alexis was in distress, and I wasn't sympathetic to her needs, to her pleas. I let her down, and for that,
I am truly sorry. I'm airing this
for you right now because I have reason to believe that Alexis may not have
killed herself that night. And if she did not, if she's out there
listening to my voice, then I'm asking her... I'm asking you, Alexis,
to please call. I need to talk to you. (Sighing) Or if any of my listeners
recognize her voice, please call the station. It's--it's so
important that we... that we talk to her and
make sure that she's safe. <i> I'm sorry, Alexis,
but that's a pathetic existence.</i> (Phone ringing) -<i> Dr. Jill Show!</i> Yes? -<i> You're right.
I'm pathetic.</i> - Name? -<i> No, you're not.
Your life is.</i> <i> But the good news is
is that you realize it.</i> Is that Alexis? - (Woman):<i>
Yeah, this is Alexis.</i> - A young woman lost her life.
Please, only serious calls. (Phone ringing) -<i> Dr. Jill Show.</i>
Uh, yes! Your name? (Phone ringing) - Let me guess.
We have an Alexis on Line 2. - Name? - An Alexis on Line 3.
- Please hold. - An Alexis on Line 4. How about this? If anyone not called Alexis
wants to speak, give me a call. We're gonna take
a short break. (Keyboard clicking) - (Man on radio):<i> Stop by</i> <i>and let our knowledgeable staff</i> <i> show you our wide variety
of diamond engagement...</i> (Siren wailing) - (Alexis):<i>
He ended things, Dr. Jill.</i> - (Jill):<i>
Your boyfriend?</i> -<i> He said he didn't
love me anymore,</i> <i> that he never wanted
to speak to me again.</i> -<i> Good!</i> -<i> How can you say that?</i> (Audio fast-forwarding) -<i> It's time to end
this pathetic existence.</i> <i> End it, Alexis!
End it.</i> <i> Alexis?</i> -<i> OK.</i> I'll end it. -<i> Good.</i> -<i> Goodbye, Dr. Jill.</i> (Gunshot) -<i> And we have an Alexis
on Line 4.</i> <i> Hello? Alexis?</i> -<i> Hello, Dr. Jill.</i> Tell me, how do you sleep? - Have anything for us? - I do! I went over the
audio files you gave me, and specific to the
most recent recording, there are major
differences in its ENF. - ENF? - Its electric
network frequency. Almost every digital
recording is embedded with an electric hum
originating from the power grid. Now, this hum generally comes
from a nearby power source: lights, a power line,
that kind of thing. And it acts as a
fingerprint on the recording. It can tell us where and
when a recording was made and if it's been
tampered with. - Have any of these
recordings been tampered with? - The last one. Listen. - (Jill):<i>
We have an Alexis on Line 4.</i> <i> Hello? Alexis?</i> - (Alexis):<i>
Hello, Dr. Jill.</i> <i> Tell me, how do you sleep?</i> - The ENF is an
all-pervasive hum that we normally
cannot hear. But if I extract it
from the voice track, and if I boost it
in volume... (Audio track humming evenly) Do you hear that? OK, I want you to listen for jumps in the hum
on the caller's track. This is the radio host's track,
a nice even hum. (Humming evenly) This is the caller's track. (Humming irregularly) These jumps suggest
that this phone call is actually a cut and paste
of previous recordings. - So, whoever did this
would definitely need some technical knowledge. - Yeah. - And access to
all of the audio. - Good work!
- Thanks! (Computer whirring) - Oops! Why did you edit together
that audio track? - I didn't. - Shouldn't you first ask, "What track are you talking
about, Lt. Briggs," before you deny doing it? - No, because I didn't edit
together any audio track. - Isn't that what
you do for a living? - I mean, besides for my job. - Or at least, it's
what you used to do, before you were
promoted to producer after Claire Ashton
was murdered. (Breathing unevenly) - I didn't kill her. - Yeah... The problem, Li, is that you're
the only one with any motive. (Knocking on door) Don't go anywhere. - I got the report
back from the NSA. All the Alexis calls
except the last one came from the
same cell phone. - Well, did they get a name? - No. It was a prepaid
phone, unregistered. - What about a location? - The signal bounced off the
tower next to the University
of Wisconsin-Madison. - Reach out to the
counseling department, see if there are any suicides
connected to the school. - Got it. - Other wise we need to Get the names of all
the co-eds from last year.
- OK. - You said:
"Except the last call." Where was that made? - Uh, 102 Columbia Avenue. - 102 Columbia Avenue. It's where the last
Alexis call came from. Do you live there, Li? - No. - Then whose address is it? Hello, Mr. Wells! You have some
explaining to do. - Come in. (Sighing) (Cell ringing) - Hello? What? (Pounding on door) (Sighing) I thought you
were my friend. - Jill, please!
Please, just let me explain. - Why else do you
think I'm here? Talk! - Yes, yes. Li and I, we made up
all the Alexis stalker stuff. - Why?
- I was desperate! Your ratings were lousy. The show needed some fast buzz.
I just created some. - So, the call
last week? - Yeah, Li pieced it together
from previous calls. - And the roses,
and the billboard? - Yeah. And then we
leaked it to the press. - I can't believe you
would do that to me! - I also did it for you. - Oh, whatever! - You were still
beating yourself up over Alexis' suicide, so I made you believe
she was alive so you wouldn't feel
responsible for her death. - Yes, but, Stuart, if Alexis
didn't call last week, that means some woman still
may have killed herself on air. - Yeah. - And if I don't
have a stalker, that also means that all these
things that have happened to me aren't connected to Claire. You made me think that
someone was trying to kill me! - I am so, so sorry.
I really am. (Scoffing) Are you going to quit? - No! No, I'm gonna keep
doing the show my way. (Sighing) - Do you know if they have any
leads on Claire's murder yet? - I don't think so. - I'm sorry. I guess you two
were pretty close. (♪ R&B on stereo ♪) I know what it's like to lose someone that
you're that close to. My daughter passed
away last year. - Oh my gosh! Daisy!
I had no idea. - I didn't talk
about it much. (Sighing) - You doing OK now? - When something
like this happens, you go through these
stages of emotion: anger, sadness,
back to anger. You look for
someone to blame... and then you do
whatever it takes to hopefully find
some closure. - And have you? - It's a work
in progress. - I hope you get there. - Thank you. Take care. - I already checked that out. - I know, but Cundall gave us
48 hours' worth of video, and you only watched
the night of the murder. I figured I'd take
a look at the rest of it. - What? See something? - It's what I don't see. So, here's Cundall
entering the parking lot. - Yeah... - I have him 38 minutes later, again entering. - So, there's no footage
of him exiting. - He knows another way out
that isn't on camera. (Door beeping) (Switch clicking) - We need to chat. - We know about
the kill switch. - So? - So, that means you can get
in and out of the parking lot using the emergency exit. - So you think that
I murdered Claire because I didn't tell
you about some switch. - We figure you're
the only one who knows how to avoid the
security cameras. - What would be my
reason for killing her? - You slept together,
and she was gonna tell Jill. We know you wanted to
get back together with her. - Am I under arrest? (Elevator bell dinging) (Elevator whirring) (Elevator bell dinging) (Sighing, gasping) - What the hell are
you doing in my house? - The police think
I killed Claire. - Why would
they think that? - Because we, uh,
we slept together. - You and Claire? - Just one time.
It was a mistake. I would've said something
to you before, but you were so-- - I don't even
wanna hear it! - Listen to me!
- Get out! - Jill! Jill!
Let me explain. - Don't touch me, and get out
of my apartment right now! (Elevator bell dinging) (Grunting) (Scoffing) Brett! (Gasping) (Sobbing) - (Man):<i> 911!
What's your emergency?</i> - (Alexis, echoing):<i>
He ended things, Dr. Jill.</i> - (Claire, echoing):<i>
What happened with Alexis</i> <i> wasn't your fault.</i> - (Jill, echoing):<i>
Decide that you're going to</i> <i> do something about your life.</i> <i> Tonight.
Right here, right now.</i> - (Stuart):<i>
I need you back.</i> <i> I need you back.
I need you back.</i> -<i> It's time to end
this pathetic existence.</i> <i> End it, Alexis!
End it.</i> ♪ ♪ ♪ Hi. This is Dr. Jill Peterman. This isn't my regular time, because this isn't
my regular show. As many of you who listen
to this station will know... last week,
my best friend and colleague, Claire Ashton, was murdered. Shockingly, earlier tonight, another co-worker was killed, likely by the same coward... a coward who is clearly trying
to send me a message. Well, I have a message for you. If you have something
you wanna say to me, say it. You have the number. Call me... if you have the guts. (Sighing, sniffling) (Phone ringing) We have a caller. Hello? -<i> Hello, Dr. Jill.
It's Daisy.</i> - Daisy? What are
you doing, calling? -<i> Because I have
a question for you.</i> - Daisy, this really
isn't the best time. -<i> No, I think
it's the perfect time,</i> <i> because the question
I have is...</i> <i> How do you sleep?</i> <i> Which is the same question
that my daughter asked you</i> <i> just before you convinced her
to blow her brains out.</i> - Your daughter's Alexis? -<i> She was my daughter.</i> (Daisy scoffing) <i> Nobody uses their real name
on the radio, Dr. Jill.</i> <i> My little girl's name
was Hailey.</i> <i> And she was dating
a cheater named Brett.</i> <i> Does that sound familiar?</i> - So, when we talked about her boyfriend messing
around on her-- - She was talking about
him cheating with you, yes. Ironic, isn't it? (Gasping) -<i> But what's even more ironic
is the fact that I was the one</i> <i> who encouraged her,
pleaded with her,</i> <i> to call you.</i> <i> Because I was hoping
that you would convince her</i> <i> to cut him loose.</i> <i> But that's not what you did.</i> <i>You talked down to her instead.</i> <i>You mocked her for the enjoyment
of your listeners.</i> - If you were angry at me,
why did you kill Claire? -<i> It was supposed to be you.</i> <i> But that was a happy accident,</i> <i> because you got to feel
what it was like</i> <i> to lose someone close to you.</i> But in my case, I've found
a way to get some closure. - How? - By killing you. (Sighing) - Daisy! - I was willing to forgive you. I was. Because you left your show,
and you showed some remorse. And then you used
my little girl's death to boost your ratings. You killed her, and then you
tarnished her memory. (Crying) Goodbye, Dr. Jill. (Sighing) (Gunshot, shell clattering) - You shot her. - It's not like I had a choice. (Sniffling) - Where did you
get the gun? - Brett gave it to me. - You weren't
licensed to carry. - It was self-defense. You're not seriously
gonna charge me, are you? - I think we can
let it slide. (Sighing) - Are you done
with your questions? - You have
somewhere to be? - I have a show to do. Closed Captions:<font color="#FFFF00"> MELS</font>
