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 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.

Wearing a jacket with dried blood spatter on it.

Now, this photo

was taken two weeks before Jessica's murder.

You think a cop planted the jacket?

You found the jacket, so you are MVP of the week.

He needs to go down.

Tell your bosses that all my debts will be paid in...

Next time, it'll be the face.

The stalker watches you from the empty house next door.

Listen to this... This is over, you sick son of a bitch.

They seemed especially interested in your witness list.

- Who is "they"? - S.I.D.

If Wolf thinks he's being investigated,

he's gonna scramble.

Any idea where I should start?

Maya Travis. Find out what she's got on me.

We'll talk to the neighbors...

Please tell me you found something.

So far all we have is Buck Neal's body.

She has a stalker. It has to be him.

And you're sure you didn't see anybody else around

- when you found the body? - Nobody.

Whoever did this, we'll find him.

Well, what should Maya do until then?

- She's obviously in danger. - I agree,

so I'm sticking a uniform on her until we catch him.

- Thank you. I appreciate that. - Great.

I'll show you where he put the bug in the house.

That's good. God, Riv,

if you'd been in the house and not Buck...

I wasn't.

Hey, I'm fine.

Hey!

You want to explain this?

What the hell was your investigator doing in my house?

Maybe you should stop pointing fingers.

- A man is dead. - Because you sent him here.

I had nothing to do with this.

Buck was... not well.

He was acting erratic.

You're lying as usual. You're unbelievable.

How was he killed?

He was garroted with a wire.

I'm sorry.

Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!

Oh, my God.

Sir! You cannot touch the body.

Get your hands off of me!

Thanks, Evan. I'm good from here.

You have my number, Ms. Travis.

Just give me a heads-up when you're ready to leave.

Okay.

Maya, you're here.

- I'm here. - I heard what happened.

I can't believe this, on top of everything.

- I just... - What?

I wish you'd told me you were being stalked.

I should have.

Listen, about going into the FBI...

Any other day, I'd be furious. Today, I'm just...

I'm just glad you're okay.

If you need to take some time...

No, no. I've got protection.

Besides, work will help me get through this.

Shall we?

Ezra, I'm so sorry.

Tough break.

I'm gonna need you to round up résumés for a new P.I.

ASAP. And look for a good funeral home.

Not in the valley. Spare no expense.

Sevvy already called, offered to pay.

He said that that's the least he can do

since Buck saved his life.

He's right. It is.

Wait.

What?

There's someone in your office.

I told him to wait, but...

Thanks.

Nemo.

You took time out of your busy day for me?

I wanted you to feel special.

Yeah, I know. I'm a...

I'm a smidge late on my payment this week.

Two days late, Wolf.

Meaning the fifty-K that you owe this week...

just turned into 75.

With interest.

Look, my investigator, uh,

just got himself murdered,

and I had to pay for the funeral costs. It's...

- I'm so sorry to hear about that. - Thanks.

But that doesn't change a thing.

$75,000. By tonight.

Or it becomes a funeral for two.

Later, Wolf.

Loni. Welcome back.

You heard the news, right?

- They found Buck Neal's body. - Yeah.

In Maya's house.

This is our fault, Alan...

Whoa, whoa. Slow your roll. Our fault?

You know Wolf sent Buck there because I convinced him

S.I.D. was launching an investigation into him.

We lied. And now a man is dead.

It is horrible what happened,

but nobody asked him to break the law, okay?

He got himself killed.

You're really justifying this?

No.

I'm moving on.

Go back to work and forget about Project Wolf for now.

FBI verified Sevvy's DNA is on the jacket's collar and sleeves.

It's definitely his.

- What about the blood? - Confirmed as Jessica Meyer's.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Just glad you're back. How are you feeling?

Antibiotics are a damn miracle.

- I feel much better. Thanks. - Good.

Then you can check in with our blood-spatter guy.

See if the pattern's consistent

with Johnson wearing the jacket during the murder.

Or if it looks like the blood was put there later, right?

You catch up quick.

We really think Detective North did this?

We all want to be wrong, but I just got his personnel file.

He took a psych leave after we lost the trials.

Seems it really messed him up.

And if he did plant the jacket, what's our play?

There is no play.

The jury will think the LAPD tried to frame Sevvy.

Then all of our evidence will be tainted.

We'll go into court with a case we can't win.

But Wiest will dismiss the case before he lets that happen.

It just sucks to say it out loud.

If only we could figure out

where the hell the jacket came from.

I think I might have a way we can get

- more information on the jacket. - What's that?

Let's see if Sevvy Johnson wants to play "Queen for a Day."

Queen for a Day?

Hell no.

What is that?

It's an information-gathering device.

Let's you talk to the prosecutors off the record.

Nothing you say can be used against you.

Basically, Maya wants to ask you about this jacket.

Well, what the hell can I tell her?

And I didn't toss any bloody jacket.

Of course you didn't. And Maya knows

- that you wouldn't admit it if you did. - Look.

Clearly there's something about that jacket they can't figure out,

and they want you to narrow down the possibilities.

Forget it. Let her twist in the damn wind.

You tell her the answer is no.

I agree. It's too risky.

I'll call and let her know.

Stop.

I'll do it.

Weren't you listening?

Georgia and I actually agree on something.

You're not doing it.

Listen, this is my only chance

to convince Maya Travis once and for all

- that I'm innocent. - Which you'll never do.

Says you. But you're not in charge.

- Then listen to me... - And you're not either.

I am.

Tell Travis I'll play

"King for a Day."

Okay, Ms. Travis.

Ask away.

- First off, we set parameters. - Agreed.

We're here to talk about the jacket, and nothing else.

If you start fishing, we walk.

Fine. Let's talk about that jacket.

Lab results showed your DNA and Jessica's blood were on it.

When was the last time you wore it, Mr. Johnson?

My stylist sends me stuff.

I put it on. I have no idea when I wore it.

Let me jog your memory.

Here's a picture of you wearing it a month ago.

So he forgot his sartorial choices last month.

Is... Is this going somewhere?

Yes. I want to understand

why the jacket was found off of PCH,

right between the site of Jessica's murder

and your home, Mr. Johnson.

Someone else must have put it there