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 homicid,

I was devastated.

You did everything you could, Maya.

I 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.

I know you used to hit Mom.

I was trying to protect you!

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

No matter what anybody says about me,

I didn't kill her.

Look, I know this is complicated with you and Maya.

That was a long time ago.

You just have to trust me.

I didn't realize how hard this was gonna be.

Having you back.

I call, you jump.

Maya's still freezing me out.

No one's ever gotten away with lying to me.

Sevvy's going down for murder, and you're going with him.

Who would stop at nothing to see you rot in prison?

Maya Travis.

I'm going to destroy her.

Good morning to you.

Prosecutor Maya Travis has only been

on the Jessica Meyer murder case for a short time,

but rumors are already swirlig about a bombshell exposé

that promises to put Ms. Travis' reputation

and possibly that of the entire DA's office

into question.

Now, as we remember from eight years ago,

Ms. Travis is no stranger to controversy,

and this latest investigation is proving to be no differen.

Excuse me.

- Hey. - Hey, there.

- You have a sec? - A quick one. Mr. Chapman came by

to look at a few more horses.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Things are just getting a little crazy here.

You want me to come down?

No, no, I'm okay.

Pablo can handle things without me.

You're much more important.

Okay, I'll stand down. But you just say the word.

All right. You hang in there, okay?

All right, bye.

Sorry about that.

- Just the girlfriend. - Ah.

Is that her?

You know, she looks familiar.

Want to go check out that thoroughbred?

Well, I sure do.

I miss you so much.

I'm so sorry, baby.

Did you get what you came for?

These pictures are a down payment on my dream house.

My turn.

State-of-the-art tracker.

CIA uses it to find terrorists.

We use it to keep up with the Kardashians.

Stick it on a car, drop it in a purse,

boom, there's nowhere they can go where you can't find them.

Thanks for the photo op, Sevvy.

Extracted from MKV & Synchronized By Hisoka Oni

Hey, CJ. What'd you find?

We've been tracking Jessica's movements

the day before the murder all the way up to here,

but I think I just filled in part of the gap.

The night before the murder,

Jessica spent $35 at House of Pies.

We got all of that from this?

It was in a pair of jeans that we seized in the search.

Took a while for the techs to make it clear enough to read.

$35 is a lot of money for one person at House of Pies.

I'm thinking Jessica was with someone.

Someone who could testify to Jessica's state of mind

the night before she was murdered.

Maya.

I'm getting requests for comment on some exposé.

Any idea what this is about?

Wolf's just retaliating because I busted his fake alibi.

Trust me. It's nothing.

In actual case news,

CJ found out that Jessica had dinner with somebody

the night before she was murdered.

If she said anything about Johnson threatening her

or she was gonna go to the police,

that could be the last piece of evidence we need

to put Johnson behind bars.

Keep me posted. Oh, do we have the forensic report

back from Sevvy's house?

That's Loni. Where the hell is she?

Hey, Maya.

Yes. Uh, the reports are trickling in.

Uh, but the lab is backed up,

so I decided to go right to the source.

I'm there right now.

They just opened. I got to go.

Hey.

That guy who just drove off in the Maserati...

how often does he come here?

No idea.

Any idea now?

Payroll.

Yippee.

Ares is waiting for you.

Excellent.

Ares, my man.

How's my exposé coming along?

We might have to pivot on that.

No.

There will be no pivoting.

I'm setting a trap here.

It's essential to my long game.

There is no trap

if I can't grab any video of Maya Travis,

and I can't.

She has no social media footprint.

She's not even on Facebook.

What are you talking about?

There's got to be a million videos

from the last trial.

And if I use that, it's gonna look obvious,

and it's gonna look dated.

I've done all I can do.

Your guy needs to give me something to work with.

Hey, I'm here with a very demanding Millennial.

Got the video yet?

I'm working on it.

Work faster.

I talked to the manager at House of Pies.

Turns out they keep the security footage in the cloud,

and it goes back all the way for three months.

Looks like we might actually be on a roll.

- Mm-hmm. - Maya, a word.

Or not.

I'll wait.

If this is about the exposé, there is nothing to expose.

- I'm not worried. - I am, so I got you some help.

You remember Ken Sanders, PR consultant.

Unfortunately, I do.

Let me guess. The Mayor sent you.

This was my idea.

I didn't let you turn me into Lawyer Barbie eight years ago,

and I'm not gonna let you do it now.

I've been tracking your media hits,

and it seems pretty clear

we're in the midst of a smear campaign.

It's Ezra Wolf.

It's a classic defense move.

If you don't have the facts, argue the law.

If you don't have the law, argue the facts.

If you don't have either, kick the prosecutor.

The kicks are landing.

I did a focus group,

and the words most commonly associated with you

are "cold," "shrill," and..."unlikable."

Three days ago I was "#MayaOnFayah."

People are fickle.

- They'll swing back. - Maybe so,

but in the meantime,

lasting damage can be done.

I am one piece of evidence away from arresting Sevvy Johnson.

If you want to do a focus group on that,

knock yourself out.

What are you doing here?

Heard you got into a fight.

I just wanted to see if you were okay.

Well, you've seen me. I'm fine.

So I think you should go.

I know you're mad.

But we're still a family.

I just wanted to tell you that when you're ready to come home,

we're in the city house now.

Too many helicopters in Malibu.

I'm never coming home.

Hey, Gabe.

- Where are you going? - Anyplace that you're not.