The Fix

Eight years ago, I was lead prosecutor

on a murder trial that divided the country.

When the jury found movie star Sevvy Johnson

not guilty of double homicide,

I was devastated.

You did everything you could, Maya.

I walked out of the courtroom

and left that life and everyone in it behind.

But then the unthinkable happened.

He killed again.

You have to come back, Maya.

This time, we're gonna get him.

A detective came by my place.

They always want to talk to the ex.

- How much? - $100,000.

I call, you jump,

or my next call will be to the D.A.,

and you can kiss your job goodbye.

I'm gonna hold a press conference,

get it out there that Sevvy was planning to flee.

I try my case in court, not the press.

I understand all of that, but...

- Maya's the lead on this. - Great.

This case is about domestic violence.

Sevvy Johnson killed Jessica Meyer.

It's time to let Jessica speak.

He did it again.

He gave me this. He gave me this.

Dad, are you seeing this?!

Baby!

Oh, my God, it's been so long.

Oh, my God.

Did you do it?!

Did you kill Jessica?!

Sevvy, what are you doing?! You're hurting me.

Answer the question.

This is insane. I don't understand...

Did you kill her?!

No! How could you think that about me?

Because you were jealous,

always asking me was she good enough for me,

was she pretty enough. You wanted her gone.

Of course I wanted her gone!

Because every night you were here with me, you'd go home to her.

But that doesn't mean I killed her.

I-I-I can prove it. Please, let me call Mandy.

Let me call her, okay?

Don't be funny.

- Hey, girl. What's up? - Hey.

I was just telling a friend about our Palm Springs trip,

and I can't remember which weekend we went out there.

Seriously? We were just there last weekend.

My ass is still sunburned.

Right, but what day did we come back?

Tuesday.

How wasted were you?

What the hell, Sevvy?!

I-I'm so sorry, babe. I'm sorry.

You almost broke my arm!

I'll make it up to you, I swear.

- I-I didn't mean to hurt... - Do not.

What is wrong with you?

Look, I-I'm just really messed up right now.

I'm just trying to figure all this out.

Please don't. Don't make me feel bad for you.

You're right.

There's no excuse.

Look, babe, all I know is being with you

makes me feel better.

And you do realize

that's why I fell for you, right?

'Cause you see me.

The real me.

Is there a chance that you can forgive me?

Please.

Yes, baby.

Hey, there, stranger. You're up late.

I just finished feeding the horses.

Takes a little longer when you're by yourself.

I so wish I was there right now.

I'm tired of drinking alone.

I'm tired of going to bed alone.

Me too.

I'm definitely missing that right now.

Hey, I saw your press conference tonight.

You got that son of a bitch on the ropes, huh?

Maybe you'll win this thing quicker than you thought.

I like the way you think.

I have to get back to work.

I'm sorry. But I-I love you.

Love you back.

Bye.

Hello?

How do you defend Sevvy Johnson

now that Maya Travis has exposed his domestic abuse?

Alleged abuse. Let's not jump the gun, Laura.

The video hasn't been verified yet.

Those bruises on Jessica are hard to deny.

Like I said, I haven't verified the video.

The only thing that was made clear in that press conference

is Maya Travis's obsession with smearing my client,

who hasn't even been charged with a crime.

But Maya Travis didn't only go after Sevvy last night.

She went after you.

Are you responsible for the death of Ben Mitchell?

Mr. Wolf?

Ben Mitchell was a troubled man.

His suicide is a tragedy.

And I think it a shame that Ms. Travis is using it

as a publicity stunt.

But the sad truth, Laura,

is that some people will do anything to win.

Think anybody will buy that crap?

What I need to buy is time.

My reasonable doubt jumped out a window,

and thanks to Maya Travis, Jessica's ghost

just publicly eviscerated my client.

Well, when it rains, it pours.

Guess where Sevvy was last night.

You, my friend, have a client-control problem.

Where were you?

Uh, stuck on a night shoot.

Some Japanese cola ad.

Bloody mess.

You know what the scariest thing about you is?

You're a brilliant liar.

Hey.

You make everybody want to believe you.

Hey, where's all this coming from?

What's happened?

Have you not seen the news?

You know I don't watch the news. It messes with my head.

It's time to let Jessica speak.

He gave me this when I said

I wasn't ready to leave Ray's dinner party last night.

He gave me this when we got home.

I had laughed too hard when Gabe made fun

of Sevvy's crappy golf swing.

I am not gonna wait around for him to change

and end up like her.

I'm taking these videos to the police.

Oh, my God.

Now the whole world knows that you abused her. So do I.

No, no, you know that's not the real me.

That looks pretty real!

- Just calm down. - I was trying to protect you!

I was trying to show you that I was a good son.

You are a good son.

You always tell me that, but only when you need something!

That's why you trusted me with that bag, right?

'Cause you knew that I would run the extra mile for you,

that would earn Daddy's love.

- I'm out of here. - No, don't go.

I can't lose you, too.

Look. I loved Jessica.

No matter what anybody says about me,

I didn't kill her.

You've got to believe me.

No, I don't. No, I don't.

Hey, Gabe. Gabe?

Gabe!

Hey. Congratulations, you're a meme.

What?

Your press conference got 3 million views

and #MayaOnFaya is trending on Twitter.

So I make a statement about domestic violence and suicide,

and somehow it's all about me?

Welcome back to the spotlight.

At least this time it's not about your love life.

I mean, what was the rumor before?

That you and Matthew had a secret love child?

Yeah, a ton of fun to be back.

Speaking of which, I got a present last night

from my biggest fan.

Your stalker?

He's back? Same M.O.?

Maya, I'm calling somebody. I'm putting a detective on you.

There is nothing illegal about giving somebody jewelry.

I'm fine.

If you were fine, you wouldn't be telling me about it.

This guy never escalated,

he never crossed a legal line.

I'm not really in danger.

Then why did I buy you a gun eight years ago?

Because it was my birthday and you worry too much.

Maya, you were scared.

Please, let's just drop this.

I need to focus on the case.

Maya, you got five minutes?

See? Duty calls.

Four days in and you're already

hitting home runs.

How does it feel?

Aside from being back in the spotlight,

it feels pretty damn good.

I bet.

But, um...

why don't you walk me through your thought process last night

when you set up this big show

and decided not to get my approval?