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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.

I found this on the porch.

There's no card.

Secret admirer?

Your stalker? He's back?

A detective came by my place.

They always want
to talk to the ex.

Maya Travis
has you and Jessica on tape

the night before
she was murdered.

There's a mole in this office.

No one leaves this office
until we find out who it is.

And everybody takes
a lie-detector test.

I know it's you.

We found the mole. Who?

It was a janitor
on the night shift.

He's been fired.

What was Sevvy's DNA
doing on it?

This is it. Sevvy was there.

Matthew. We've got him!

On a little getaway?

Something like that.

Sevvy Johnson. LAPD. We have
a warrant for your arrest.

Open up.

Did you check
the guest quarters?

He's not at the Malibu house.
Yes. Thank you.

He's not at
the desert estate either.

Housekeeper hasn't seen
Sevvy since yesterday.

Okay, so, he's not at
any of his residences.

Let's check out his favorite
restaurants, hotels.

He's got to be somewhere.
50 bucks says he ran.

Let's not even go there.

Just got a hit on Sevvy's car.

He's at the Van Nuys Airport.

I'm gonna call Wolf.

Gentle, gentle, gentle.

Maya. To what do I
owe this pleasure?

I have a warrant for
your client's arrest.

- I see.
- But it appears he's fled.

His car is at
the Van Nuys Airport.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa,
innocent men don't run.

I'm sure there's a perfectly
boring explanation for this.

You know the drill, Wolf.

Produce your client.
Yeah, now that you mention it,

he did say he was planning
a sojourn up to Napa.

Something about
a-a wine tasting.

Wherever he is,
he's not on the run.

The son of a bitch
is on the run.

More champagne?

Thanks, Marie.

Thank you.

Thanks to the extraordinary
efforts of our prosecution team,

we have charged Severen Johnson

with the murder
of Jessica Meyer.

An arrest warrant has been
issued for Mr. Johnson.

The Los Angeles D.A.'s office,
in conjunction with the LAPD,

is actively searching
for Mr. Johnson.

We believe that he boarded
a private plane

that left Van Nuys Airport
this afternoon.

Are you saying he fled? Why
didn't you have a tail on him?

- Did you let him get away?
- I can't comment

on the specifics of
the ongoing investigation.

What I can tell you is that

we are presently obtaining
flight plans.

Mr. Johnson,
if you're listening,

turn yourself in.

Running is only
gonna make this worse.

Wherever you are,
we'll find you.

Anyone assisting
Mr. Johnson at this time

may be considered an accessory.

How long before we land?

About 50 minutes.

Um, once we land,

how quickly can we refuel?
I can call ahead for the truck.

It should take about 45 minutes.
That includes ground personnel,

flight crews... anybody
agreeing to harbor Mr. Johnson.

I-Is there any way
that we can do it faster?

I can request two trucks,
one for each wing,

but it'll be more expensive.

Make it happen.

The tip line's set up.

We're monitoring social media
for any Sevvy sightings.

CJ, find out everything we need
to know about private planes...

How far they can fly
and how to track them.

- Collier. My office.
- I'll call my ex-husband.

He'll know.
I thought he was a cop.

And a weekend pilot.
Adrenaline junkie. Fun.

Have a seat.

If this is about us not
having a tail on Johnson,

you know that's LAPD's job.

No. I'm just curious... what
were you thinking last night

hooking up the entire staff
to lie detectors?

There was a mole in the office.
Why didn't you loop me in

before you put this place on lockdown?
You were at a conference.

It was a fluid situation.
I handled it.

Real quick, whose
photo's hanging in the lobby?

Yours. That's right.

This is my house.

You seem to keep
forgetting that.

Maybe that's because you were
appointed, not elected.

I still have the power
to have you transferred

to the hinterlands to handle
sprinkler violations

if you keep overstepping.

Alan, I cleaned up your house. I don't
know what you cleaned up, Matthew,

'cause I haven't seen a report.
I'm working on it.

With everything that's
going on... You're right.

Manhunt trumps mole hunt.

But as soon as Johnson's
in custody,

that report better
be on my desk.

Yes, sir.

We're done.

Okay, thank you.
No, this is great.

Okay. Please tell Jordan
Mommy said good night,

and pack an extra snack
for her field trip tomorrow.

Thank you.

So, if Sevvy is headed out
of the country

to a place without extradition,

he will have to stop
on the East Coast to refuel.

That's where we'll grab him. What
if he's already over the Atlantic?

What if it's too late?

Don't worry. It's gonna be okay.

Sevvy is a famous guy.

Someone will report him.

Marie?

Can I get a gin and tonic,
please?

Make that a double.

Answer your damn phone, Sevvy!

If you are not lost in
the freaking Bermuda Triangle,

I'm gonna rip your head off!

Julianne, thank you.
Thank you for coming.

Where the hell is he?
I don't know.

You're paid to keep
Sevvy out of trouble.

How'd you let this happen?
You and I both know

that man can't be controlled.

You're the Sevvy Whisperer.
You know him better than anyone.

Do you have any idea
where he could've gone?

No. He dropped off Sunny,

asked me to watch her for
the day. That's all I know.

Okay.

Have a seat. Get comfortable.

I'll have Charlie get us sushi.

Don't talk to me
like I work for you.

Julianne...

Sevvy is a fugitive.

I need you here.

Fine.

But I'm gonna need sake.

Flight N8Z92
landed two hours ago

in Vegas with seven passengers.

I doubt Johnson's hitching a
ride with a bachelorette party.

Well, that still leaves us
12 flights.

Sevvy's about
to land in Atlanta.

How do you know? The flight
attendant took a picture of him.

She sent it to a friend
who posted it on Twitter.

Call the Atlanta P.D.
and U.S. Marshals.

Have them meet Sevvy's plane
on the ground.

I'm friends with
the Atlanta D.A.

I'll make sure he's up to speed.

CJ, tell us everything you know
about Flight N73D4.

It left Van Nuys

at 220 P.M.
with a solo passenger.

It's gonna land in Atlanta at
1015 Eastern Standard Time.

That only gives us 25 minutes.

News travels fast.

Reports that
Sevvy Johnson's plane

is headed to Atlanta.
In a moment,

we'll be switching to our local
affiliate for live coverage.

We're starting our descent.

The captain has requested
you fasten your seatbelt.

Um, did he call the ground crew?

Are the trucks ready to refuel?

They're waiting on the tarmac.

The captain's also asking
for your next destination.

He needs to file
another flight plan.

Um...

I'll let him know
once we're done refueling.

Please, tell him to hurry.

4,000 feet over Atlanta.

And now we're
looking at live coverage

of Sevvy Johnson's plane
making its approach

to the private terminal at
Sullivan Wade Regional Airport.

How far away are the police?

Yeah, they're on the scene.

Sevvy Johnson's plane
has just touched down.

Atlanta P.D.
is taking no chances.

They have Sevvy Johnson
completely surrounded.

The question is,
will he surrender?

Sir?

We can't refuel.

They're telling me
to open that door.

Do not open that door, okay?

Leave the door, please.

God.

Jules.

Baby, I messed up.

I-I don't know what to do.

Listen to me.

I'm watching the news.

We love you.

Your whole family loves you.

What do I do?

You're going to put your hands
on top of your head,

and you're going to walk out
of that plane like a man.

Do it now.

Those beautiful
children of yours

are not gonna lose
their father today.

I'm sorry.

There he is.

He appears to be surrendering.

Severen Johnson,
you're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you.

Excuse me, ma'am,
you can't be here.

I have a right to be here.

My name is Angela Ashley,

and I am Sevvy Johnson's lawyer.

Now, I'd like a moment
with my client.

Let's go.

Who the hell is that?

Who the hell is Angela Ashley?

- Charlie!
- I'm on it.

Did he hire another lawyer?

Not that I know of,
but I like her.

It's a Georgia number.

- Ezra Wolf.
- Mr. Wolf.

This is Angela Ashley.
I'm sitting with your client.

Sevvy, are you there? You okay?

I'm in cuffs, Wolf.

What do you think?

Look, Ms. Ashley,
I don't know who you are

or what you think
you're doing, but...

I'm your client's
Get Out Of Jail Free card.

I just finished telling Sevvy,
I've been following his case.

I live 15 minutes away.
When I saw the news,

it seemed like
he needed an assist.

An assist? And what kind of
an assist are you offering?

Right now, the whole world thinks
your client's trying to flee.

I can provide a different story.

Sevvy flew to Atlanta to pick up

the newest member
of his defense team... me.

Well, I see you were on
the Law Review at Yale

and you spent six years
at the Innocence Project.

Some would find those
credentials impressive.

Me, I would send your résumé
straight to the shredder.

I'm not into do-gooders.

How do you feel about winners?

I've gotten six men
off of death row.

And frankly,
you don't have a choice.

No judge is going to grant bail

if it looks like
Sevvy's a flight risk.

Wolf, I'm sold.

Angela.

Welcome to the team.

I just spoke to my client,
who, as I said,

is only in Atlanta because
he was gracious enough

to come pick me up.

He's shaken,
but in good spirits.

Honestly, if I had known I was
gonna cause all this trouble,

I would have flown commercial.

Unbelievable.
I can't believe the press

is buying this crap.

Is there any way
that this could be true?

I mean, is it possible that
he chartered a plane

to pick up his new lawyer
at the exact time

we were closing in on him?

I hear myself. I-I-I know.
It's complete crap.

The question is,
will a judge buy it?

Because then
we're really screwed.

All right, let's not
get ahead of ourselves.

We have an arraignment tomorrow.
We deal with that.

Then... we worry
about this mess.

Let's try and get some sleep.

Tomorrow, we see Sevvy in court.

Thank you so much
for coming, Julianne.

Sevvy's lucky to have you.

- I'll be in touch.
- Sure.

Buck. You remember
the luminous Julianne.

- Pleasure to see you.
- You, too.

- Luminous?
- Yep.

Interesting word to describe
somebody you're trying to frame.

Where are we at with that?

Sevvy was tightening
the belt on her payments

for the last year or so.

She was down to almost nothing,
until Jessica died.

Ooh. Suddenly,

back on the payroll.

I can massage that into motive.

What else we got? Well, I
was going through her alibi

for the night of the murder.

She said she was home.

One neighbor says
they saw the light turn on.

The other says
they saw the car gone.

Dig deeper.

I have a feeling this case
is going the distance,

and I need more.

Ezra, have you thought
of telling Sevvy

you're going down this road?

I mean, he and Julianne,
they look out for each other.

If Sevvy knew
what was good for him,

none of us would be here.

Look who's finally home.

Yeah. I feel like I
haven't seen you in forever.

I've missed you...

You okay?

I'm just a little nervous
about the arraignment tomorrow.

First time back in court.

It's nothing. You'll be great.

I should go to bed.

Are you coming?

Be there in a minute. Okay.

You okay? Yeah.

It's an arraignment.
I could do it in my sleep.

Ms. Travis? There's someone
here to see you.

I'm Lindsay Meyer.

Jessica's sister.
I am so sorry for your loss.

We were just headed down to
court. Is everything okay?

My parents aren't coming.

I tried to convince them,

but they're just so broken up.

Of course. I get it.

I'm sorry about what
my dad said to you.

He's not himself.

But you don't have
to apologize, Lindsay.

The important thing
is that you're here.

I can't believe I'm gonna
see him in court.

I know.

Look, it's not gonna be easy
for you to see him.

But we're gonna make him pay
for what he did.

I'll be all right.

You okay?

I will be
once I get out of here.

- Good morning, Angela.
- Mr. Wolf.

Call me Ezra.

You're not up to speed.
I'll do the talking.

All rise.

Department 125 of the
Superior Court of Los Angeles

is now in session.

The honorable
Judge Sandra Song presiding.

Be seated.

Well, this isn't
your first rodeo.

Will the defendant waive reading

of the complaint
and statement of rights?

Yes, Your Honor.

Mr. Johnson is ready
to enter his plea.

Ms. Travis?
Please do the honors.

Here we go again.

Is your true name
Severen Johnson?

Yes.

Mr. Johnson, you're charged
with first-degree murder

in violation of Penal Code
Section 187, subdivision a.

To this charge,
how do you plead?

Guilty or not guilty?

I'm absolutely not guilty.

Hey, are you guys seriously
slow-clapping an arraignment?

It felt damn good to hear you

read that charge against Sevvy.

It felt pretty good to say it.

The bail hearing's
set for tomorrow.

Okay. We need to make sure

the judge sees Sevvy
as a flight risk.

That shouldn't be too hard,
since he literally flew.

But the Angela Ashley story's
getting traction,

and Wolf is telling anyone
in the press who will listen.

Well, I reached out to the pilot
and the flight attendant.

I can find out if Sevvy
filed another flight plan.

If the parents
are a no-show again,

who else do we have
to sit on our side?

Other relatives, friends?

Gabe Johnson.

I called in some favors
and got him released.

He's in a safe house.

Johnson's son
sitting on our side.

That's making a statement.
I'll reach out.

Walk with me, Matthew.
I need caffeine.

So, what's up?

This bail hearing is everything.

If we lose tomorrow
and Sevvy walks,

that sends a message
to our potential jury

that our case is weak.

Well, it's a good thing
you're great under pressure.

So are you.

I want you there with me.
I will be there.

No, at counsel table.

I saw you in the gallery today.

You wanted in on the action.
Tell me I'm wrong.

You're not wrong.

Count me in.

Okay.

The inner sanctum.

My associates don't get
to set foot in here

without
a thousand billable hours.

I hope you feel at home.
Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- It's beautiful.

I need to see everything
you've got so far.

Discovery,
investigative reports...

You're a busywork person.

The devil is in the details.
Isn't she?

Well...

here we are, Georgia...

Your new office.

Befitting your stature,
don't you think?

It'll do just fine.

Let's be clear about one thing.

I'm Sevvy Johnson's lawyer.

You can have your 15 minutes
sitting next to me

during the bail hearing...

Because you have chutzpah,
I'll give you that...

But I run the show.

I am the show.

Got it.

You're all show.

When I can get those files?

I'd like to hit
the ground running.

Charlie, give Ms. Ashley
those files.

We'll let her hit the ground...

running.

Thank you.

All the problems we've had,

you've always
been a good father.

I still am a good father.

I wasn't gonna run, Jules.

I just went to pick up
my new lawyer.

Don't lie to me, Sevvy.
I've known you for too long.

You abandoned
a 9-year-old child.

I was scared.

I just needed a few days

to clear my head.

And now you need a favor.

It's about bail...

You don't have the money? I do.

Wolf says it'll look
better to the judge

if someone else posts it.

Someone respected.

And you want me to ask Vick.

He's an NBA star.

Everybody knows
and respects him.

We've both known him
a long time.

He was one of the only
people who stood by me

during the first trial.

I just need you
to talk to him, okay?

Tell him I didn't kill Jessica.

I'm gonna leave these
with the guard.

Sign them,

and then I'll talk to Vick.
What is it?

Papers making me a controlling
partner in your trust.

- What?
- Seeing you on that plane

made me think of life
if we lost you.

What if you have
to stay in here?

What if Jessica's family
sues you?

Jules... Who's gonna pay
for Sunny's college?

Jules, listen to me. I have
to protect this family.

I'm... You'll sign those for me,

and I'll call Vick for you.

Jul...

Pick up the phone. Jules!

Please,

tell me you've got good news.

I've had a very productive day.

Let's see what we've got.

- Is this real?
- As real as it gets.

Julianne.

You've been
a very, very bad girl.

Georgia.

How's my new
favorite legal eagle?

Wary. Wary?

Why so friendly?
I'm in a good mood.

I'm in a very good mood.

I got the silver bullet

that I need to win
Sevvy's bail hearing.

Hell, this thing might
not even make it to trial.

I'm waiting.

I'm not gonna
tell you what it is.

But I do have
a little job for you.

How are your babysitting skills?

Thanks for coming through, mate.

You always do.

Well, eight years ago,
I gave you

the benefit of the doubt.

But now? I can't say that, Sev.

Listen, I was innocent,
and I'm innocent now.

I'm gonna prove it. I just
need to get out of this cell.

Julianne says you want me
to offer to post bail?

Wolf thinks it'll mean
a lot to the judge,

a man like you
standing up for me.

And if you run? I won't.

I promise.

Look, Vick,

if you're not gonna
do it for me,

do it for my kids.
Sunny's 9 years old.

I mean, you don't want her to see
her father through iron bars...

Don't use the kids
to manipulate me.

Vick.

I'm asking.

I... I'll think about it.

Thanks.

Show Mr. Marshall out, please.

You all right? Yeah. Fine.

How's things with Wolf?

To be honest,
he's shutting me out...

Too busy protecting
his territory,

walking around like
a master of the universe,

when really he's just
a sideshow magician

with a tired bag of tricks. Look, you
may have saved my ass yesterday,

but Wolf saved my life.

He knows what he's doing.

Let's talk about what
I should wear tomorrow.

Okay.

- So, you'll open...
- And intro the case.

I'll talk about how Sevvy
had motive, opportunity...

And that we can place him
at the crime scene.

Then I'll talk flight risk.

The flight attendant's
affidavit just came in...

We have to be ready
to counter Wolf's B.S.

And the pilot is still
refusing to talk.

And, of course, he's gonna
try and charm the judge.

Which won't work,

because it's Judge Song,

and she always
had a thing for you.

And no one's listening to me.

Really? Judge Song?

Wear your blue tie.
It'll make your eyes pop.

Okay.

I know you're prepping, but
I need to speak with Matthew.

Can I have the room for a minute?
Please.

What's that about?
Above my pay grade.

Maya Travis.

Okay.

Thank you.

Everything okay?

Yeah, yeah. That was the LAPD

letting me know that
a Mr. River Allgood

reported that I have a stalker.

They want me to come in
and talk to a detective.

Not a horrible idea.

You told him, didn't you?

I can't deal with this
right now.

It strikes me as odd.

Konrad Dabrowski is our mole,

but I can't seem to find

his polygraph test
in your report.

He didn't take one.

Once Dabrowski knew
we were closing in,

he came to me and confessed.

Figured I'd go easier on him.

Why wasn't a police officer
present when you questioned him?

The man was obviously terrified.

I thought he'd be more
forthcoming with me alone,

and he was.

I pulled his employment
record, Collier.

Dabrowski wasn't fired.

He was transferred to
the federal building on Flower.

So I'm gonna give you
five seconds

to tell me the truth.

Konrad Dabrowski worked in
this building for 30 years.

He made one mistake.

If you want to dig deeper
into my decision

not to ruin his life,
go right ahead.

You know what?

I think I will.

Hey.

You filed a police report
without telling me?

You have a stalker, Maya.

You're not doing
anything about it.

This is a dangerous
situation, all right?

So dangerous that CJ
installed security cameras

outside the house.
The guy is a sad sack

who gets his kicks out of
leaving earrings on my doorstep.

Look, the detective
I spoke to disagrees.

He thinks that because
this guy re-emerged

so quickly after eight years

that he is an obsessive...

Look, honey, I'm just
trying to protect you.

Yeah, I don't need you
to protect me.

Maya... If you want
to be with somebody

that you need to save,
that's not me.

I can take care of myself.
Sticking your head in the sand

isn't necessarily
taking care of yourself.

Do you have any idea

how important tomorrow is to me?
Yes, but...

How long I've waited
to put Johnson behind bars?

Of course, but that has nothing
to do with this. Yes, it does,

because this is wasting my time

when I should be
concentrating on the case!

You are as obsessive
as your stalker.

I'm just gonna do
what the detective said

and take all the gifts that
this sicko brought you

down to the police station.

Where are they?

What the hell did you
do with them?

Nothing.

My God, Riv.

He was here.

He was in the house.

Tensions are
running high as Sevvy Johnson

once again faces...
Change the channel.

Is going
to make a full-court press

to get bail for Johnson,
and the prosec...

You were right
to bring the cops in.

He was escalating.

- What do you want to do?
- Put it away for now.

After the hearing's over,
we'll deal with it.

That's my ride. I got to go.

Well, hey. Good luck.

Ready to do this? Ready.

If that monster gets out...

He won't.

Angela. You look beautiful.

All rise.

Department 125 of the
Superior Court of Los Angeles

is now in session.

Judge Sandra Song presiding.

Be seated.

Call the case of
People vs. Severen Johnson.

We're here on a defense motion
to set bail for the defendant.

I'll hear from the People first.

Your Honor, the evidence
against Mr. Johnson

is powerful and convincing.

We have it all.

Motive... Jessica, on tape,
saying Mr. Johnson beat her,

and she was planning
to go to the police.

Opportunity... a secret entrance
at his house allowed him

to go on and off the property
without detection.

Consciousness of guilt...
He tried to have evidence

destroyed as soon as he knew
a search warrant was imminent.

We also have forensic evidence
from the crime scene...

DNA evidence
that places him there

specifically the morning
of the murder.

Ms. Travis, I don't need to hear

how you plan
to prove your case at trial.

This is a bail hearing.

Mr. Collier
will continue the argument.

Good morning.

There's a saying, Your Honor.

If you want to know
what someone will do,

take a look at what he has done.

Now, Mr. Johnson has
already proven himself

to be a flight risk.

This entire courtroom... and
probably most of the nation...

Watched as he got caught
trying to evade arrest.

Now, I know the defense will
claim he only flew to Atlanta

to pick up his new lawyer,

but I have a signed affidavit
from the flight attendant

describing how Mr. Johnson
was researching

hotel accommodations in Dubai,

somewhere that does not
have an extradition treaty

with the United States.

We ask that Mr. Johnson
be held without bail.

Thank you.

I'll hear from the defense.

Your Honor, I can stand here,

throw out a lot
of words refuting

each of the prosecution's
flimsy arguments,

but that would just
be more air pollution,

and climate change is real.

I could also produce
my own affidavit

from the actual pilot
of my client's plane,

who was personally prepared
to file a flight plan

from Atlanta back to L.A.

I could tell you

that my client got on that
flight on my own advice

to woo an extraordinary
attorney to our team.

I could even show you
the true measure

of his support and trust
in his community.

Mr. Johnson's longtime friend,
Vick Marshall...

Five-time NBA champion,
popular TV personality...

Agreed to post his bail.

Now, Your Honor...
I thought you were gonna

minimize air pollution,
Counselor.

Touché. Touché.

I just wanted you to know
I've done my homework,

because I have evidence...

Evidence the prosecution
should have found

were it not for their
unrelenting tunnel vision,

evidence that proves
the killer is, in fact...

Julianne Johnson.

- Wolf!
- Objection, Your Honor.

Order! I'll have order.

Your Honor, Julianne Johnson
fought with Jessica Meyer

the night before the murder.

She benefited financially
from her death,

and she lied to the police
about her alibi.

If you turn your attention
to the screen...

This video was taken
the morning of the murder.

That is Julianne Johnson

driving down
Pacific Coast Highway

away from the crime scene.

Settle right now
or I will clear this court.

Your Honor, there is
no evidence that Julianne

had anything to do
with this murder.

It was Sevvy's DNA
at the crime scene, not hers.

That video proves nothing.
I can get you out of here,

if you let me. Thousands of
people drive up and down PCH

- every day.
- Do it.

Your Honor.

I have examined
every single report

generated by every lab
connected to this case.

As of this date,

22% of the DNA swabs
taken from the crime scene

have not been analyzed.

Furthermore, another 17%

gave inconclusive results.

When everything
is said and done...

we may well find
Julianne Johnson's DNA

was at that crime scene.

- Is that true?
- Yes, but it doesn't invalidate

the fact that Sevvy's DNA
was there.

I've heard enough.

Bail is set at $5 million.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Well?

You dragged the mother
of my children into this.

From now on,

you work for her.

It's happening again. All of it.

But this time, it's even worse.

Last time, bail
wasn't even an option

because he killed two people...

And he's free, you know,

posing for selfies with fans

and autographing movie posters.

Who wants to get drunk?

How about a toast?

The look on Ezra's face when Sevvy
demoted him to second chair.

That was almost worth it.

However, I'm going to leave the
Monday-morning quarterbacking

to you two,

'cause I have
a little girl at home

who needs dinner
and a bedtime song.

Ceej. About this whole
Julianne thing,

I know Wolf has a flair
for the dramatic, but...

Yeah, we can't have
any more surprises.

I will leave no turn un-stoned.

Believe me.
Don't drink and drive.

Cheers.

Ezra Wolf called me a murderer

in open court, and you let him.

Wolf was just protecting me.

It worked. Got me out, right?

Of course you would
defend that lowlife.

Why would I expect you to have

any sense of morality,
after all you've done?

What about what you've done?

That video of your little
joyride down the PCH

right by Vick's house.

Now I know why you lied to
the police about your alibi.

Because you didn't want me to
know that you were screwing him!

That's right, Sevvy.

I was screwing
Vick damn Marshall.

It's been going on for months.
The kids knew it.

Everybody but you knew it.
You think I give a damn

about who's in your bloody bed?

You always want
to think you own me.

There's nobody but the great
Sevvy Johnson in my life.

You know what? He can have you.

He'll find out
just what I found out.

All you care about is money.

I built this family.

I am the mother
of your children.

I have earned every penny

I've gotten from you.
You earned?

Who do you think paid for this?

But that was
your little plan, wasn't it?

I'd sign over my trust,
piss off to prison,

and you get everything.

Yeah.

And I get a man who's kind

and thoughtful and gentle

and, unlike you,

has never laid a single hand...

Go ahead, Sevvy. Do it.
I'll tell you...

Don't push me. Hit me.

I have spent half my life
covering for you...

For me? ...Rationalizing
your rage.

Well, no more!

Go ahead. Take a swing.

That's what you want, isn't it?
That's just what you want.

Those reporters right outside
your front door...

Yeah? ...Are your judge, your
jury, and your executioner.

I leave here with so much
as a single hair out of place,

and it's your ass.

You listen to me.

I'm gonna let Wolf
take you down for this.

You'll lose everything...
The house, the money...

And your kids will see you
from behind bars

for the rest of
your sorry-ass life.

I'm not afraid of you anymore.

Thanks for coming. No problem.

She didn't tell you, did she?

What?

The stalker,
he was in the house.

What?

He messed with the security
cameras, he broke in,

and then he took
all of the boxes back.

How did he even know? Exactly.

What, they all disappear
right after I call the police?

No.

He was listening.

What do we do?

We find out how.

Yeah.

Yes.

Now, this space
is more my speed.

Bask in the moment,

because it won't last long.

Get some sleep tonight.

We've got a lot of work
to do tomorrow,

and I like to start early.

- Nice!
- You see? You see?

I'm... I'm just way better
after a few drinks.

I need another drink.

Good idea.

I laugh, you know.

What?

In normal life, I laugh.

I remember.

Even though it all
went to hell today,

I'm glad we were there together.

If things were different...

I can't.

I want to. But I can't.

Listen to this,
you sick son of a bitch.

This is over.

I'm coming for you.
Do you hear me?

I am coming for you.

Ms. Travis.

Hey, Leo.

- Have a good night.
- You, too.

You should've fired him.

What?

The janitor.

If you would've fired him,
I never would've figured it out,

but you're just too damn nice.

Figured what out?

Loni. She's the leak.

Alan, we... No.

Don't try to lawyer me.

You see, I kept thinking,

why would he go to such lengths

to protect the identity
of the mole?

Then I remembered
you brought Loni in.

You mentored her.

You gave her the biggest
case of her career,

then you yanked it away.

That would've
pissed me off, too.

See, I would have confronted
her, but wouldn't you know,

she called in sick
for the first time ever.

I had my reasons.

I know you did.

Question now is,

what do I do?

I could fire you,

maybe even have you arrested.

Or I could tell Maya.

She'd never forgive you.

But I won't, 'cause it was
the right play.

Then Maya would've gone
all shock and awe.

We can't take another scandal.
We need the win.

I'm...

glad we see eye-to-eye on this.

We do.

You murdered my sister.

Now you're gonna pay.