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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.

Someone in this office

has been feeding information
to Ezra Wolf.

I know it's you.

I want to fire you, but I can't.

If it gets out

that one of the prosecutors
on the case was his mole,

that could finish us.

It was the right play.

We can't take another scandal.

We need the win.

I can't.

The stalker, he was in the house.

He was listening.

Listen to this. This is over.

I'm coming for you. You hear me?

I am coming for you!

Bail is set at $5 million.

From now on, you work for her.

You murdered my sister.

Now you're gonna pay.

Remind me not to piss you off.

Morning.

Out late, up early.

You're not avoiding me, are you?

Of course not.

A little aggression therapy.

I had a bad day yesterday.

Give me some.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry about the bail hearing.

But it's really just
the first inning, right?

Mm.

Hey, hey, hang on, hang on. Listen.

CJ came by last night, and we
swept the house for bugs.

We found one.

He's listening to us.

I don't get it.

The last time around,
he just sent presents.

And why the sudden escalation?

I think he's always held out hope

he could be with you.

Right, he's built it up in
his mind this whole time,

and now suddenly I show up?

And, you know, I... I maybe
provoked him a little bit.

How?

I talked right into it.

I told the scumbag that
I was coming for him.

Good.

Screw him.

Maybe it'll scare him off.

Well, I'll update the detective,

and I'm changing all the locks today.

And I'm gonna start carrying my gun.

We'll get him.

I'm glad you're here.

Wow.

You really do like to start early.

I've worked out a new strategy
going forward.

- Have a seat.
- Sorry, Georgia.

Stop calling me that.

I just came here to grab
my dry cleaning from Charlie.

I'm having a "me" day.

We've got a preliminary hearing
coming up.

Well, as you undoubtedly remember,

Sevvy Johnson made you the first chair.

Meaning you get to wear all the hats...

parent, friend, therapist, magician.

Can't I just be a damn good lawyer?

That'll help, too.

Good luck, Georgia.

Wait... Mr. Wolf...

Someone's in a good mood.

Yes! I take it you're not.

Angela kept me here till 2:00 a.m.

re-cataloguing all the discovery.

She has her own system.

Hmm.

Well, you keep on doing what she says

and report everything back to me.

And what will you be doing?

- I'll be gathering rope.
- Rope?

For her to hang herself with.

Just tell the truth for once.

Face up to who you are and what you did.

You stole my sister from me.

I don't know what to tell you, Lindsay.

Honestly, I don't. I don't know
what you want from me.

What? Huh?

Because there's no script
written for you?

How about just be honest for once?

You stole my sister from me!

Jess always looked out for me.

We were best friends until you came along

and you pulled her away from me,
from her family!

That's not true.

I loved Jess. She loved me, okay?

She was my life.

I would never...

Hey, Linds, it's me.

Sorry... I know it's our thin,

but I don't think I can make t
to Thanksgiving this year.

It's just... Sevvy kind of wans

to have a quiet holiday, just us.

Forgive me?

- Say hi to Mom and Dad.
- Turn it off.

It's me.

I know we haven't talked in a while.

Things have been a little...

Sevvy's taking me to Ibiza.

Maybe we can hang when I get back, okay?

Things have been a little what?

- I don't know.
- A little tense?

Because you were so controlling?

A little terrifying

- because you beat her?
- No.

- Stop lying!
- I'm not lying!

Jess loved life here with me, okay?

I gave her everything she ever wanted.

Enough!

You don't get to speak for her.

Confess.

Say it.

You murdered my sister.

Say it.

I won't.

You want to shoot me... go on.

Do it.

But just remember,

you'll spend the rest
of your life in prison.

And your parents,

they'll lose another daughter.

And Jess' actual killer
will still go unpunished.

I'll take that chance.

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My hand!

You okay, Sev?

Aah!

Take care of this.

Yeah.

Hey.

Keep going.

We got a situation.

My four least favorite words
after "the check didn't clear."

Yeah, I came up to see your boy
like you asked me.

Jessica's sister was here.

She had a gun on him.

I had to shoot her gun hand,

so she's down and bleeding pretty bad.

How you want me to handle this situation?

Stay there. I'll call Carys.

You know what? Scratch that.

Pretend we never talked.

Come again?

I think this is the perfect introduction

to a day in the life of Severen Johnson.

Angela's first chair.

Call her.

Ahh!

Oh, yeah!

- Hey.
- Hey.

Consider me your personal bodyguard.

Thanks.

Riv told me about the bug.

- Not at all disturbing.
- Ugh.

I got it to a friend over in IT.

They're gonna try and trace
and see where it came from.

We still have one of
the bugs in the gift box

that Riv brought into the office.

Good. I'm sick of this creep.

I just want it to be over.

So... how was your booze fest
with Matthew last night?

Hangover-inducing, but that's all it was,

if that's what you're asking.

- It is.
- Hmm.

She wanted me to confess.

I told her I wouldn't.

I couldn't. How could I? I didn't do it.

She had a gun pointed at me, and...

that's when Buck came in
and saved my life.

You won't get away with it!

Murderer!

I think you've got what you need.

You can reach Mr. Johnson through me

at Wolf and Associates.

Thank you.

A word.

You should not have gone to the police.

Now the bloody media
are gonna be all over this.

And who do you think's gonna
come off looking like

they've got more blood
on their hands? Me.

Sevvy, I don't care
how Ezra would've done it.

You made me first chair,
and I work clean.

Everything above board.

Now, we do that,

nothing can come back and bite us

in the collective ass.

Get some rest.

- I'm going back to the office.
- W-Wait.

Can't you stay?

L-Look.

I-I just... I don't want
to be alone right now.

Look, I am so sorry for
what you had to go through.

But I need to focus on the case.

And I can't do that here.

W-Where's Ezra?

He turned off his phone.

He's apparently taking a "me" day.

You should do the same.

I cannot believe that moron
judge bought Ezra's BS story

about Julianne, hook, line, and sinker.

How could anyone let that man go free?

The bail hearing was yesterday.

We need to talk about what's next.

First, we need to get Julianne
off the table as a suspect.

Vick Marshall contacted LAPD last night

saying that Julianne was with him

during the time of Jessica's murder.

Well, in his bed, to be specific.

- Can we corroborate?
- I'm working on it,

but right now, it's just his word.

Which the defense will
shred with one hand.

We do have Johnson's DNA on the yoga mat.

We also have a bunch of degraded DNA

that's inconclusive.

The curse of an outdoor crime scene.

Which we discovered yesterday
that Angela Ashley

will exploit the hell out of.

We need more.

Sevvy Johnson was almost shot
this morning.

It's about to hit the news.

What? By who?

Lindsay Meyer.

She broke in, tried to get
a confession out of him.

Wolf's investigator showed up,

shot the gun right out of her hand.

Her poor parents.

Again. He did it again.

Every day Johnson's able
to walk around in the world,

he ruins another life.

We need to stop him.

Oh. It's Detective North.

He found something.

North, what do you got?

Something that'll put
a smile on your face.

PD was doing a sweep of illegal
homeless camps this morning,

caught our gentleman friend over there

wearing a jacket
with dried blood spatter on it.

That's a Forza Mossa.

One of Sevvy's favorites.

Where'd the guy get the jacket.

Says he found it in a ditch
off the shoulder of PCH.

- How far from where Jessica was killed?
- Don't know, yet.

We're taking him down there
to show us where he found it.

Now, this photo

was taken two weeks
before Jessica's murder.

Obviously, we got to run it to the lab,

but I wanted you both to know.

If that's Jessica's blood on his jacket,

this is a game changer.

Alan.

Can I come in?

I just bought it.

It's a fixer upper.

Clearly.

Must be hard to pick your signature color

when you're fighting bronchitis.

Or did you have vertigo
from playing both sides?

So that's why you're here.

You've missed a lot of action
the past few days.

I assume you came here to fire me.

On the contrary.

See, on this one thing,
Matthew and I actually agree.

The D.A.'s office, we need this win.

And maybe if it was a level playing
field, we could pull this off,

but Ezra always plays
with a stacked deck.

So I don't care if he's
first chair, second chair,

third chair, fourth chair.

I want him gone.

So how do you plan to make that happen?

Nothing illegal.

We're just gonna cheat the cheater.

I'm gonna send you back
into the wolf's den.

Hey, I just got the homeless
guy's statement...

And you're not even listening.

I'm thinking.

I mean, Sevvy went to all the trouble

of using Gabe to get rid of evidence.

Why would he just toss his bloody jacket

- on the side of the road?
- I don't know.

In the heat of the moment,
sometimes people panic.

I know. I know.

And if killers never made mistakes,

we'd never catch them.

It's just...

sometimes when things seem
too good to be true...

They really are.

I need to talk to you.

I know.

Last night,

I had, uh...
I had a bit too much to drink.

PD found a homeless man wearing a jacket

that might belong to Johnson.

It has blood on it.

Right.

Well, if it is what it seems,

that could be the evidence
version of manna from heaven.

Maybe it's all the crap
Wolf's been pulling.

I don't know, but something
about it doesn't feel right.

I want to sit on the jacket
until we get forensics back.

Mm. That's a dangerous strategy.

If the defense finds out,

they'll haul us into court

screaming about discovery violations.

But if it's not what it appears to be,

then we're handing them reasonable doubt.

I'm not saying bury it forever.

I just want to know what
we're dealing with.

Okay.

I've got your back.

- Look, Maya...
- I got to go.

Johnson's new lawyer requested a meeting.

Know your enemy, right?

Lindsay Meyer, sister of Jessica Meyer,

held Johnson at gunpoint
inside the mega-star's home

early this morning.

Lindsay Meyer was disarmed
by private security,

and Johnson was unharmed.

Arnie, if anyone ever tells you

that all publicity is good publicity,

tell them they're an idiot.

_

Can you hold on one second?

Who is this?

- It's me.
- Hello, you.

What the hell is going on, Wolf?

You have to be a little more specific.

Remember the Wainwright case

that I tried against you three years ago?

I just got a request for all
the files pertaining to it.

They seemed especially
interested in your witness list.

Who is "they"?

S.I.D.

Special Investigations?

I need to know if there's
anything recent tying me to you.

Anything in the last few weeks.

Phone records, my name on your calendar.

You think I'm a neophyte?

It's just a classic fishing expedition.

There's nothing to worry about.

I'll be in touch.

Don't be.

It's a little frightening
how good you are at that.

- What happens now?
- If Wolf thinks he's being investigated,

he won't know which lie to cover up,

so he's gonna scramble.

Commit a bigger sin to cover lesser ones.

And when he does?

You'll be there wearing a wire,

and I'll get enough evidence to end him.

And when Maya wins the case,
you'll take the credit.

Thanks for seeing me.

I should tell you, I'm a big fan.

I never really know how
to respond to that.

You're a hero to a lot of people, Maya.

Me included.

I watched the trial eight years ago.

Gavel to gavel.

I'd just hung out my own shingle.

You were a huge inspiration.

Well, now that I'm buttered up,

I hope you're not here
to discuss a plea deal,

because that is never gonna happen.

Oh, no. I don't want a deal.

We look forward to proving

Mr. Johnson's innocence in court.

Then you're here why?

I wanted to make sure we have
an open line of communication.

I'm lead on the case now,

so any time you need to contact us,

it should go through me.

- Good to know.
- And while I'm here,

I want to make absolutely sure
I've got everything.

Crime scene logs,
property and lab reports,

witness statements, evidence reports.

You do.

You have everything.

That's that, then.

It's an honor to try a case with you.

Against me. We're not on the same side.

I'd say we're both on the side of truth.

We just disagree on what that is.

Hmm?

It was smart, what you did in Atlanta.

Shoving your way on the case like that.

It was smart and risky.

It worked out.

Wolf lives up to his name, you know.

You give him an opening,
and he'll attack.

- Thanks for the advice.
- Mm-hmm.

Johnson's new lawyer's a badass.

Well, it takes one to know one.

She's gonna be tough.

Well, I looked into her records.

She likes an uphill battle.

She wins more than she should,

and she likes to dissect every
case down to the last molecule.

Another reason why I want to know

a lot more about that jacket

before I share it with her.

I've been working on that.

This red line represents
the search perimeter

where our homeless guy
claims he found the jacket.

It's hard to believe that all 28 people

on the search team missed it.

Yeah, it's also hard to believe that

this magical piece of evidence
just shows up

the day after we lose the bail hearing.

Am I gonna say it, or are you?

The jacket was planted.

The question is, by whom?

Hey, babe.

I'm home.

Who the hell are you?

Hey, babe.

I'm home.

J-Jess?

So, I got a call from my little
songbird at the D.A.'s office.

Seems I'm being investigated.

Something about one of my cases,
maybe more than one.

She says S.I.D. wants
a list of my witnesses.

Any idea which one of your
witnesses might, uh,

- get a little shaky under pressure?
- Which one?

It's charming,

the way you manage to find
humor in our darkest hours.

All right, so we're gonna
have to narrow it down.

Got it.

Any idea where I should start?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Maya Travis.

Your little songbird tell you that, too?

She didn't have to. Trust me.

Maya Travis is the one who's behind this.

She threatened as much.

Find out what she's got on me.

But cover your tracks.
This can't come back to us.

Oh, man, you don't need to tell
me that after all these years.

Of course not.

I apologize.

I propose a toast,

to defeating Maya Travis... again.

Again.

I'll toast, but I ain't gonna drink.

Not till I get this done.

How is this possible?

Don't ask that.

Just be happy.

Didn't you miss me, Sevvy?

Of course I did.

It's been hell since you...

...left.

Having you back is all
I've been wishing for.

Sometimes wishes come true.

See?

I can cover everything up.

Nobody has to know.

Come here.

Come here.

Feels... Feels real.

Maybe I am.

Do you remember
the first time we touched?

What you said to me?

I told you you were so beautiful
I was afraid you might break.

And I was naive enough to think
that was a compliment.

'Cause you certainly tried to break me.

Didn't you?

W-What is this?

It's time to face what you've done.

Why are you doing this?

Jess?

Forgive me.

Ms. Travis?

Agent Dunn will see you now.

You don't have pepper?

What kind of human
being doesn't have pepper?

Come on! I haven't
lived here in eight year.

Well, did you have pepper
eight years ago?

Or have you always lived like an animal?

I've lived like an animal rigt
up until I met you

and you civilized m. Thank God for you.

Hey, what's going on?

I did something, and I need you
to hear it from me first.

I transferred the jacket to the FBI.

Maya, why didn't you come to me?

I didn't want the repercussions
to fall on anybody but me.

And you can't trust LAPD lab because?

The results from the jacket need
to be unassailable.

You think a cop planted the jacket.

I don't know if it was a cop
or somebody else

or Sevvy Johnson in a panic
after he killed Jessica.

Wiest is gonna go nuclear
when he hears this.

So is the LAPD.

Like it or not, you just started a war.

Thank you, Agent Dunn.

I'll need those results
as soon as possible.

Yeah, I'll check in later.

Thank you.

- Anything new?
- Nope.

You know, I was thinking,
if the jacket comes through,

that could be enough to get bail revoked

at the preliminary hearing.

Fingers crossed.

Jess?

Jess, please, forgive me.

You think you deserve that?

Forgiveness?

Look, it wasn't me that hit you.

I mean, not really.

I-I... I didn't mean
to hurt you, honestly.

There's hurt inside me,
and it just comes out.

I mean, it was so hard for me,
growing up...

Here he goes again
with another sob story,

another excuse.

No, it's not an excuse. It was my life.

You tell lies like other people breathe.

So, how many of the stories
are true, Sevvy, huh?

All of them. They're all true.

They're all true. All of them.

They're all true.

Are you sure about that?

You lie for a living.

You lie to cover up the darkness,

- and then you lie to yourself.
- Stop. Stop.

- Don't do this.
- You couldn't even confess

to my sister...

because you don't even know
if you killed me.

Do you?

I...

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know what I've done.

I don't even know what I've done.

Be 8:00 a.m. to 10:00 a.m.

Ah, I thought you were taking a "me" day.

Uh, Me Day got cut short.

Anything I should worry about?

All you need to worry
about is our client.

How's he doing?

Probably sleeping off a hard night.

I mean, he has to be
completely wrung out.

And you haven't checked up on him?

I can do him the most good
by working his case.

Uh, okay.

You wanted to call the shots,
now you're calling 'em.

Hope that works out for you.

Charlie?

I got your text, and I moved
all our encrypted files here.

Good.

Anybody call for me? D.A.'s office, LAPD?

Neither.

Should I be getting outside counsel?

I am all the counsel you need right now.

And I'm counseling you to stay calm.

Calm is what I do best.

Keep me in the loop.

I bailed on a stakeout for this.

It better be important.

It is. Thank you for coming.

Have they, uh, lightened
your caseload at all?

No. In fact, I'm working
three homicides now.

It's good to see you, Carisa.

It's good to see you, too.

Nice haircut.

Look, if this is about
the visitation schedule...

No, it... it has nothing
to do with Jordan.

This is about work.

I have a really big favor to ask.

Hey, Riv, I saw you called.
What's going on?

Our friend was watching the house.

That's what's going on.
You're breaking up.

Just get home.
I'll show you what I found.

Do you have your gun?

Riv?

Hello?

_

Riv?

Hey, I was just grabbing
some of your things.

I want you to stay in a hotel
for a couple of nights.

Wait, slow down.

Tell me what's going on.

I found his hideout.

He watches you from
the empty house next door.

- Oh, my God.
- I called Detective Reed,

and they're on it, but, honey, I just...

- I just want you to get out of here.
- What about you?

- I'm gonna stick around.
- No, absolutely not.

- Just to keep an eye on things.
- No, no. You're coming with me.

- No, the hell with him.
- He broke into my car and stole my gun.

I've already reported it.

I know you, Riv.

I know what you're thinking,

but you can't take this
into your own hands.

It's too dangerous.

I need to know you're safe.

Me and you in a hotel?

Could be worse.

Thank you.

Sorry.

I have to go back into the office.

Really? Now?

Yeah, I'll meet you at the hotel.

All right. I'm gonna walk you out.

Tailed Maya Travis this morning.

She met with the FBI.

The FBI.

Well, she's not playing.

This could be it.

I actually could be going down.

Look, man. Once upon a time,

you kept my entire life
from going to hell

because of some youthful indiscretions.

So, look, I ain't about to let
you wind up in the same spot

because you pulled some of your crap

and Maya Travis found out about it.

You're playing a little fast and loose

with the term "youthful,"

don't you think?

- Man, I got to go.
- Oh, where you got to go?

Same as always.

To protect your sorry ass.

You know you love it.

Well, pay's steady.

And it's never dull.

I love you.

I tried, but it's just been so hard.

I feel like I've lost everything.

I know, baby. I'm here.

I'm so sorry. I tried, babe.

If you were sorry, you would've
let my sister kill you.

Get out of my head!

Good evening, Wolf and Associates.

Angela. I need to speak to Angela.

- I'm sorry.
- It's important!

I'm sorry. She's not in the office.

I'll transfer you to voicemail.

Ezra, it's me.

You know that rope
you were talking about?

Late night, Ms. Travis?

Looks like it.

What the hell's wrong with you?

I did what I thought was right.

You thought it was right to
transfer a key piece of evidence

in the most high-profile case
in the country

to the FBI lab without my approval?

I didn't have a choice.

I knew you'd only care
about the politics.

You bet your ass I care
about the politics.

What you did, Maya, sends a message

that we don't trust the LAPD.

That hurts this case.

That hurts every case in the office.

I'm trying to protect this case.

So, what? Johnson's innocent?

He's being framed by the LAPD?

Johnson killed Jessica,

but do I think it's possible
that somebody

from the LAPD planted the jacket

to make sure he goes down this time?

You're damn right I do.

This coat is either the nail in
Sevvy Johnson's coffin

or his door to freedom,

and I need to figure out which one it is.

It was insubordinate.

It was short-sighted.
But what do you care?

You're just hell-bent
on your own redemption.

How dare you?

I have given everything
I have to this case.

Do you think I want to be here?

I had a life, and it's falling apart.

Okay, whatever's going on in
here, it needs to stop.

Now, I was thinking, why would
a cop want to plant evidence

against Sevvy Johnson...

Oh, good. You're in on this, too.

So I got a list of uniforms

who worked the case eight years ago.

One name stood out.

Detective North.

That's Gabe Johnson,
and that's Sunny Johnson.

North responded to the murder
at Cassandra and Nancy's house.

He got the kids out of the house

so they couldn't see the slaughter

and stayed with them until
the family came.

Three weeks ago,
North was the first detective

at Jessica's crime scene.

It just seems pretty convenient

that the day after we lose
the bail hearing,

North presents us with this
amazing piece of evidence.

Damn it.

I hate being right about this.

Sevvy?

Sevvy?

Sevvy, where are you?

Sevvy!

Sevvy!

Hey.

Hey, you okay?

Hey, talk to me.

What happened?

I can't do...

I can't do it on my own.

Okay.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm right here.

Okay.

I spoke with the Chief of Police
a few minutes ago.

He's pissed.

But he's gonna send over
Detective North's internal file.

Good.

I love this view.

It's half the reason I want this office.

Well, enjoy it while you can,

'cause neither of us
might be here for long.

I see you're getting closer with Maya.

You still prepared to
let her take the fall

if this thing blows up in our faces?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

But after what she did today...
she's on her own.

Mmm!

Fireballs, as we've got
something to celebrate!

Oh, what are we celebrating?

Here you go, North.
Oh, thank you very much.

Julianne Johnson's alibi

- checks out.
- Mm.

Another defense fall guy bites the dust.

To putting Sevvy Johnson away.

Ah, next round's on me.

Mnh-mnh. Drinks are on us tonight.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

This city is bad for my liver.

Mmm. Don't blame the city.
Blame Sevvy Johnson.

I do blame him. I blame him for a lot.

Yeah, you know, when the call went out

about his girlfriend's body being found,

I just knew that son of a bitch
did it again.

- Mnh-mnh-mnh.
- But you found the jacket,

so you are MVP of the week.

You think that the blood
will really turn out

to be Jessica Meyer's, though?

If wishing made it so.

But wishing doesn't always
get it done, now, does it?

Not yet.

Well, I believe that we will
prove the jacket was his

and bye, bye, Sevvy.

He needs to go down.

He needs to go so down.

He needs to go down.

- Way down!
- Mm!

You catching this case

is the luckiest break we've gotten.

Wasn't luck.

No, call came in, I threw some elbows,

kissed some butts, took
the case right out of rotation.

But it's gonna be worth it
to see Sevvy's face

when the jury says "guilty."

Oh, no way was I gonna miss that.

I will drink to that just
as soon as we get some...

- I will take this one.
- Captain, this is yours, sir.

Thank you. I think.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Go... Go hard... Go hard or go home.

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