All language subtitles for The.Fix.S01E08

Maya: 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.

Matthew:
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 --

[ Groaning ]

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.

[ Grunts ]

[ Clattering ]

[ Sirens wailing ]

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Distorted ] We'll talk
to the neighbors...

Please tell me
you found something.

[ Normal ] 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.

[ Tires screech ]

[ Car door opens ]

Hey!

Maya: 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.

[ Quietly ]
How was he killed?

He was garroted
with a wire.

I'm sorry.

[ Wheels rattling ]

Hold on!
Hold on! Hold on!

[ Quietly ]
Oh, my God.

Sir! You cannot
touch the body.

Get your hands
off of me!

[ Bag zips ]

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.

[ Footsteps ]

Maya, you're here.

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

[ Exhales deeply ]

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?

[ Ominous chord strikes ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]
[ Exhales sharply ]

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.

[ Sniffs ]

Nemo.

You took time
out of your busy day for me?

I wanted you
to feel special.

[ Both chuckle ]

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.

[ Exhales sharply ]
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.

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Elevator bell dings,
indistinct conversations ]

[ Telephones ringing ]

Loni. Welcome back.

[ Mug thuds ]

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.

Maya: 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.

[ Scoffs ] 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?
[ Chuckles ]

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.
Angela: 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."

[ Brey's "Matrix" plays ]
Livin' in the Matrix

I'll be more than famous

My come up is dangerous

I'm going through the phases

Livin' in the Matrix

How will I escape?

Swear this ain't real

But I still have my faith

I need a chance
at real li-i-ife

Said I want
a chance at real li-i-ife
[ Elevator bell dings ]

[ Telephones ringing,
indistinct conversations ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

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?

[ Sighs ]

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.

Ezra: 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

because I didn't
kill Jessica.

Sevvy, that was
not the question.

And even if I had, do you think
I'd really be stupid enough

to leave it
on the side of the road?

If you panicked.

Isn't that what happened
eight years ago

when you dropped the murder
weapon in a storm drain

outside of Cassandra's house?
-Enough.

You are
way out of bounds.

-Your client opened the door.
-And I'm slamming it shut.

You broke
the rules.

Queen for a Day just became
Queen for 60 seconds.

[ Slams on desk ]
We're done here.

No.
No? What do you
mean, no?

You two. Out.

[ Scoffs ]

I came here to talk
to Maya Travis,

and I'm not done yet.

Can't believe
you're going at North.

I never said
I was going after North.
Come on, Carisa.

You and Maya bought him
five rounds last night.

I know that trick.
You were pumping him.

But I'm telling you,
he ain't your guy.

James, I know he's a buddy
of yours, but you've --

How the hell would he even
get a bloody jacket?

[ Chuckles ]

It makes no sense.

He was at
Jessica's autopsy.

He had access to her blood,
and he could have gotten

one of Sevvy's jackets
when he searched the house.

Think about
what you are doing.

You're gonna burn 15 years
of good will with the LAPD?

Oh, that's what
you care about now?

My career?

I may not want
to live with you,

but I don't want to see you
go down in flames.

And you will,
because you are wrong.

Maya: Are you sure
you want to do this?

Sevvy: I've got
nothing to hide.

I'm telling you.
I didn't kill her.

Then why was Jessica's blood
on the jacket?

Did you hit her
the last time you wore it?

No.
It's not possible.

Come on. I've seen
what you've done to her.

That was the old me.

I changed.

I hate the way
I treated Jessica, so...

I went on an intensive
therapy retreat in Ibiza.

That sounds
more like a vacation.

It wasn't
a bloody vacation!

It was the hardest thing
I'd ever done in my life.

To look at myself --
faults, my flaws --

but I saw where my anger
was coming from.

And Jess
was right there.

Jessica helped me
put it under control.

For how long?

Until the next time
you got jealous

or had
too much to drink?

I never touched her
after that trip, I swear.

[ Voice breaking ] Have you ever
really been in love, Maya?

It doesn't matter.

This is about you,
Mr. Johnson.

It does matter!

Because if you had,

you'd understand.

I would have done anything
for Jessica.

This is unbelievable.

This is Sevvy Johnson.
To a "T."

You have to learn
how to expect the unexpected.
[ Sighs ]

Charlie. I want
some friendly camera time

when we get
back to the office.

Promise them
something juicy.

Thanks.

Excuse me. I have
to use the facilities.

[ Sighs ]

[ Door closes ]
You sent your guy
to Maya's house?

Really?
I didn't
send him anywhere.

I need information.

Who else
is S.I.D. talking to?

I told you
everything I know.

And haven't you
ever heard --

it's not the crime,
it's the cover-up?

Don't dig yourself
any deeper.

I get it.

You're upset
because you lost last time.

You blame yourself, and now you
just want to make up for it.

But you can't do that by putting
an innocent man in jail.

If I want therapy, I'll take
my own trip to Ibiza, thanks.

So if you've got nothing else
to tell me about the jacket --

Listen,
I remember this day.

This photo was taken after
I did work on myself,

so I know
I didn't touch her.

I put that jacket back in
the closet without a spot on it,

which means someone else
put her blood on it.

Who? Why?

Listen,
I don't know!

That's why I'm here.

'Cause the only one who can
help me right now is you.

Thank you for your time,
Mr. Johnson.

[ Door opens ]

That was
one hell of a show.

We need to get
Detective North here.

Tell me you didn't buy
Johnson's "Ibiza cure" story.

I still think
he killed her,

but as for the jacket,

I actually believe him.

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

Ladies and gentlemen,
hell has frozen over.

Even the D.A.'s office
now believes

the LAPD is attempting
to frame my client.

They brought in the FBI
to investigate

a key piece of evidence
that was clearly planted.

Which means
the entire case --

every piece of evidence
brought in by the LAPD --

is tainted
and unreliable.

Can you name
the officers involved?

Not at this time,
but we're moving forward

with our investigation.
-Please stop.

I have something
I want to say.

-Sevvy, maybe --
-[ Quietly ] No, it's okay.

[ Louder ] You love the drama,
don't you?

Lawyers versus lawyers.

Well, I don't give a damn
about any of that.

'Cause the woman I love
was murdered.

And I seem
to be the only one

who's trying to find the person
that actually killed her,

which is why I'm selling
my Malibu home

to put up as a reward.

If anyone comes forward

with information leading
to Jessica's real killer,

I'm willing to offer
$18 million

to bring that person
to justice.

[ Reporters murmur ]

Please, help me
find who killed my love.

And how do you intend
to verify the claim?

Reporter: Is the D.A.'s office
aware of your offer?

[ Indistinct shouting ]

News Anchor: Thanks, Robbie.
Our big story this hour --

Sevvy Johnson's emotional
appeal has people seeing green.

The former mega-movie-star
promised an $18 million reward

to anyone who has information
leading to the arrest...

[ Loud knocking ]
...of his late girlfriend,

Jessica Meyer's --

[ Television turns off,
birds chirping ]

Gabe, are you okay?
I needed to see you.

I've been sitting
in that motel room

alone for days,
and I-I can't --

-Come inside.
-I can't take any more.

[ Inhales sharply ]
How can you stand it?!

After all the years
you've spent defending him,

he's gonna accuse you
of killing Jessica?

You're right.

I spent decades
defending that man.

But I'm done!

He never deserved you.

Now he wants the whole world
to think he's some hero?

'Cause he's out there searching
for Jessica's killer

when we know --
I know what he did,

and he's never
gonna pay for it!

He will pay.

His time
is coming, but...

you have
to pull it together.

Sevvy has
all of the power.

He's a murderer,
and he's out there.

He's just
living his life!

But I got
to hide away?

He does not have
all the power.

You, Gabe --
you have the power.

What you know,

what you saw
in that bag --

that's what's gonna
put him away.

But you cannot fall apart.
Not now.

Don't let him take
any more from you

than he already has.

Forget the motel.

Stay here with me.

We're in this together.

[ Telephones ringing ]

[ Clears throat ]

That's progress.

One man's progress...

...is another man's
pain in the ass.

Look, this stunt
is foolish.

This stunt is gonna help us
find the real killer.

No, it's going
to bring out the crazies

and bury us
in dead-end leads.

-The keys you asked for.
-Thank you.

[ Ringing continues ]
Oh, no, no, no, no.

We need
to shut this down.

Georgia, you're gonna
have to learn how to
roll with the punches.

But --
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're leaving now?

Just got to take care
of one thing.

If one of those crazies
comes through,

you make sure
you give me a call.

[ Clicks tongue ]

[ Footsteps ]

Thanks
for coming in.

I'd like to know why you sent
that jacket to the FBI.

Well, that's a key piece
of evidence.

It needed
to be unassailable.

Mm-hmm, whatever.

We just want to ask you
a couple questions.

About what?
I filed a full report.

You found the jacket on
Monday morning, right?

Yep. Got that call from
that uni, Officer Sloan.

Did anybody go out
to the scene with you?

Nope. Went solo.

Met Sloan just after
they finished

their encampment sweeps.

-Had you worked with him before?
-Never.

What about the homeless guy
who found the jacket?

You ever dealt
with him before?

Nope.

Haven't done sweeps
since I was a uni.

Good to know.
So you were on the scene

of Cassandra and Nancy's murder
nine years ago?

Yeah, I was one of
the first on the scene.

Had to get those kids
out of there.

It was rough.
-I can imagine.

Is that why you took
a four-month psych leave

after the verdict?

Now hold up.

-I'm just trying to understand.
-No, no.

It feels like
you're trying to trap me here.

-Nobody's trying to trap you.
-Screw you, okay?

You want
to talk to me again?

Call my union rep.

[ Door opens ]

[ Keys jingling ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Wood thuds ]

[ Paper rustling ]

[ Quietly ]
Thank you, old friend.

Charlie?
Get me Nemo.

You know what?
Scratch that.

Get me the sports book
at the Bellagio.

-Thanks for coming in.
-Any leads on the stalker?

Not yet,
but we've decided

to widen the scope
of the investigation.

Maya:
Meaning?

Things may take longer
than we thought.

Well, how much longer
are we talking?
Well, it's hard to say.

It seems Ms. Travis
has a lot of enemies,

and we don't want to eliminate
other possible suspects.

You found
the body, right?

May need to talk to you
more about that.

You can't be insinuating
that he --

Oh, just exploring
all possibilities.

Wouldn't want to falsely accuse
anyone of anything, right?

This is payback.
You're slow-walking my case

because I'm looking
into Detective North.

Are you kidding me?

Oh, you can't pull this.
-Oh, and, unfortunately,

we can't afford
to keep the uniform

on protection detail
anymore either.

Sorry about that.

I'll let you know
if we make any progress.

Until then,
you're on your own.

-Thanks for meeting me.
-Sure. What's up?

So, LAPD
is stalling

the investigation
into Maya's stalker.

[ Sighs ]

Because you guys are --
Our investigation
into North.

Years of leaving gifts
at her doorstep,

bugging the house.
He just murdered a man

in Maya's living room
for God's sake,

and the police
could give a damn!

Wait, wait, wait.

He bugged the house?

What?
You didn't know that?

No, Maya's not big
on sharing.

What do you
want me to do?

You know people.

Call in a favor,
pull a string.

I don't care. Just do
whatever you have to do

to get LAPD
back on track.

The politics right now
are touchy.

If it weren't
for you,

Maya would be up in Washington
right now, safe.

I know
you care about her,

so just help her.

You owe her that much.

Did you hear back from
the blood-spatter guy?

[ Keys clacking ]

Loni?

Did you know that Buck Neal
was a foster kid?

He grew up
in Alabama.

You know
this is urgent, right?

The analyst isn't available
until tomorrow.

And you didn't bother
to find another one?

You say
you're a great lawyer,

better than me, that I need
to utilize my team.

And then you disappear
at the most crucial time.

I need the Loni
that busted my chops

when I first got here.

Where the hell is she?

There's something
I need to tell you.

Nemo: [ In distance ]
First and 10, here we go.

[ Muffled laughter, shouting ]

This guy, hey --
Watch the running back.

[ Muffled shouting ]

There he goes.
There he goes! There he goes!

There he -- There it is!

[ Shouting, cheering ]

-Let's break it down.
-Come on, boy!

That's right.
They're gonna throw backside.

Here we go.
Wolfie!

What's up, brother?

-Hey.
-Hey, man.

Come watch
the game with us.

Uh, you should have
called ahead.

I would have
ordered pizza.

Ah, don't worry
about it.

We, uh --
We helped ourselves.

Hey, man.
Have a seat.

[ Clears throat ]

So it seems you misunderstood me
this morning.

No. What?

Our payment plan
was made in good faith,

based on
mutual respect.

But my buddy here told me
that you placed a bet

on this game
at the Bellagio.

Now, that's
just disrespectful.

No, no, no.
No disrespect intended, Nemo.

I mean, don't worry.
I got you covered.

When this game goes my way,
I'll pay you back in full.

No more installments,
no more delays.

I win, we all win.

Boom!

[ Both chuckle ]

Right.

Why don't you
kick back, homey?

Let's watch it
together.

Sure.

You better hope
they win.

Announcer: 50 down
the right sideline.

At the 40, at the 30...

Oh!

[ Insects chirping ]

[ Keys jingling ]

Gabe?
What are you doing?

I need to talk
to Maya Travis.

Anything you have to say
can wait till the morning.

No, it can't.
Ezra Wolf is saying

that the LAPD planted
a bloody jacket.

And if they can prove that,
all the rest of the evidence

that the cops collected
is gonna get thrown out.

Sevvy's gonna go free.

That won't happen.
How do you know that?

Everything's going wrong.
I...need to tell Maya.

And tell her what?

That I planted
the jacket.

Did you?

No, but what does
that matter?

I'll say I took it
out of the trash

after one of Sevvy
and Jessica's fights,

I held onto it,
and after the bail hearing,

I threw it
on the side of the road.

Gabe, you're upset.

I get that,
but you can't just --

-I got to go.
-Wait.

Gabe.

I understand
the pain you're feeling.

I understand
the desperation.

I feel it, too.

But you cannot do this.

You cannot lie.

Not about this.

[ Quietly ]
I have to do something.

You just
have to stay with me.

That's all.
Just stay --

[ Door opens ]

Matthew: Hey. I just
wanted you to know

I'm working on
getting you security.

You know, it took
everything I had

to get on the plane
to come back down here,

dive back
into this nightmare.

The only thing
that made it bearable

was knowing you'd be
by my side,

on my side.

I am on your side.

You're a liar.

Maya, what are you
talking about?

Loni told me
everything --

how you found out
she was the mole,

how you chose not
to share that with me.

I was trying to protect you
and protect the case.

Don't make this worse
by patronizing me.

What would you have done
if I'd have told you?

You'd have raised holy hell
to get her fired.

And you think that
wouldn't have leaked?

I kept it quiet, and I'd do
the same thing again.

Every day, I have been working
with somebody who betrayed me.

Loni regrets what she --

Not Loni. You.

I trusted you.

Clearly,
I shouldn't have.

Maya.
Don't.

I would have told you
when the time was right.

I swear to you.

I don't believe
a word you say.

Not anymore.

Hey, Vince.

What are you
doing here, James?

Sorry about this, but
there's somebody who
needs to talk to you.

You brought her
to my house?!

I am trying
to help you.

I know I'm not your favorite
person right now --

-You're damn right.
-No, just give me five minutes,

and maybe we can
end this here.

I'm not the enemy.

[ Insects chirping ]

Hey.

Matthew lied to me.

Well, I have a hard time
believing that that's true.

Loni's the mole.

Not the janitor.
Loni.

And Matthew
covered it up.

Wow.
I feel like
such an idiot.

Don't.
I-I believed it.

We all did.

Apparently Wiest
figured it out.

[ Scoffs ]

Why did I come here?

My life was good,

and now everything
is falling apart.

I can't trust anybody.

Well, would it help
if I told you

that North didn't
plant the jacket?

It might.

Are you sure?

The coroner started
the autopsy early,

finished before North
even got there,

and signed North's name
to the report

without thinking anyone
would know the difference.

So North never even had
access to Jessica's blood.

I accused a good cop
of being a bad cop,

and I pissed off
the LAPD for no reason.

So, not making
things better.

[ Sighs ]
Thanks for trying.

I still think that jacket
was planted, CJ.

When it showed up,
where it showed up,

the pattern
of the blood --

something about it
just is not right.

Where does that
leave us?

With a question --

if North didn't plant
the jacket, who did?

If I can't
answer that --
No. Don't go there.

We will find
the answer.

We're not gonna let
this case fall apart.

We got this.

I bet
you're a great mom.

Honey,
I am the best.

[ Chuckles,
inhales deeply ]

Uh, being a wife --

well, that's a whole
nother story.

And for the record,

you can
always trust me.

Thank you.

[ Exhales deeply ]

Sevvy:
Nap time's over.

I got 50 tips
that need following up.

I find everything is always
so much clearer after Savasana.

What's clear is your ass
should be out there.

Here's the thing.

I like to win...

[ Folder thuds ]
...and this case
isn't a winner.

And it could
have been.

When I walked up the steps of
that plane in Atlanta,

it was.

There's just
one problem.

Sevvy:
Yeah? What's that?
And it can't
be overcome --

you.
[ Chuckles ]

Me?
Yeah.

In retrospect,
winning that bail hearing

was the worst thing
I could have done.

If you'd been in jail,
you wouldn't have been able

to screw things up
so badly.

You know what?

I've already got
one controlling lawyer.

I don't need two.

No, you don't.

That's why
I'm leaving.

Just remember,

when you're sitting in prison
for the rest of your life,

I could have won this
for you.

But your narcissism,

your ego --
My love.

I loved her.

And I'll find
who the real killer is,

and I'll prove
I'm innocent.

Take it from somebody who works
with death row inmates.

Innocent people
go to jail all the time.

[ Clears throat ]

Where the hell's Ezra?

I don't know.

I'm worried about him.
He always answers when I call.

Always.

Nemo:
There you go!

Stop, stop! Look, I'll give you
whatever you want.

Just no more, no more!
[ Shouts ]

[ Coughing ]
All right.
Get him out.

Get him out.

[ Wheezing ]

[ Breathing heavily ]
Relax, bro.

I'm not
gonna kill you.

[ Stammers ]
Dead men can't pay.

I'll get you
whatever you want.

I-I-I promise you.

I'll get
whatever you want.

Wait! No!
No, no!

What are you guys doing?!
No! No! No! No!

No, please! Please!

Nemo,
no, no, no!

No, come on.
What are you doing?

What are you doing?
No, no, no.

Nemo, come on.
No, please!
Come on, Wolf.

You know I can't go back
to the boss empty-handed.

Please, [stammers]
I'll get my assistant.

She'll wire you
whatever you need.

No, no, no.
No, please.

Oh, yeah.
No, don't --
Come on, Nemo.

Please.
No more talking.

No, come on.
No, no!
Hold him down!

[ Grunting ]
Hold him!

[ Flesh squelches ]
[ Screams ]

[ Sobbing ]
I'll give you anything you want.
Anything you want.

You know what we want.
You just didn't want to give it.

No, no, no.
Please, stop, stop. Stop.
Now you have a few reasons

not to make
the same mistake.

Hold him.

No, no!

What the hell's
going on up here?

[ Ezra sobbing ]

Get off of him!
-Your friend has a debt to pay.

Whatever he owes you,
I'll cover it, okay?!

Don't make promises
you can't keep.

I don't.
You'll get your money.

Just don't ever show your face
around here again.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Get the hell
out of here.

Hey, let's go.

[ Groaning ]

Sevvy.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Take it easy.

[ Sobbing, stammers ]

It's all right.
Listen. Listen, Wolf.

Maya: Wiest won't
let us take

a high-profile case to trial
unless it's ironclad,

and we can't count on Matthew
to back us up.
[ Elevator bell dings ]

At least we know
what we're up against.

Julianne?

Maya, I was hoping
we could talk.

I'll wait for you.
I'll walk you down later.

Why don't you
come with me?

Julianne: I'd like to pose
a hypothetical.

-Okay.
-If a person came forward

and said they put
the jacket by the road

near the homeless
encampment,

what would happen
to that person?

Depends.
On what?

Why they did it,
for one.

Say they did it because,
after the bail hearing,

they saw your case
falling apart.

So they were just
trying to help?

They didn't want
Sevvy to go free,

not after everything
he's done.

I would need to know how
this hypothetical person

came to get a jacket with
Jessica's blood on it.

Tell me what would happen,

and I might be able
to answer that.

I could make a deal

in exchange for
testimony under oath.

No jail.
Probation.

Community service,
as much as you want.

That's my condition.

Okay.

Jessica brought
the jacket to me

a few weeks
before she died.

She said she wanted me
to have...

evidence that
he was beating her,

in case
something happened.

A few weeks?
Are you sure?

He said the beatings
stopped way before that.

And you believed him?

Look who fell for
the movie-star charm.

Why didn't you turn the jacket
in when Jessica was found dead?

He's the father
of my children.

Jessica was dead.

I couldn't help her
anymore.

So this has nothing to do
with him letting Wolf

try and pin
the murder on you?

I'm just trying
to do the right thing.

You'll say all of this
on the witness stand?

I will put my hand
on the Bible

and swear before God
to every word.

Here. Have this.
It'll help.

Look, Carys is on the way
as a favor to me.

She wanted you
to be clear on that.

Hey. [ Chuckles ]

Come on, man.
It's only one toe.

You'll be fine.

He was my friend.

Buck...

was my only friend.

You're a son
of a bitch, Wolf.

But you're a survivor.

We both are.

[ Sighs ]

You and I...

...one way or another,

we're gonna
get through this.

[ Glasses clink ]

Have you seen CJ?

Um...

I think she left
a few minutes ago.

If you want, I'd be happy
to walk you down.

All right.

I heard about
what happened this morning.

Yeah, everyone in the office
is real worried about you.

Are you sure
you don't mind?

Yeah, no problem at all.
[ Elevator bell dings ]

Thanks, Leo.

How long
have you been here?

A couple hours.

I was in meetings
in City Hall.

You could have called.

Loni?

I quit.

Don't be rash.
You are done
telling me how to be.

You, Matthew, Wolf --

all of you.

You treat me
like a pawn.

"Do this, Loni.
Do that."

Screw you all.

And, by the way...

Maya knows everything.

[ Sighs ]

It's a bug.
I thought it was Wolf's,

and I didn't know
about the stalker.

If I had --
You still
would have lied,

just not enough
to get her killed?

[ Sigh ]
I deserve that.
Yeah.

Where'd you
find this?

In the War Room.

When Riv told me about the bug
at Maya's house,

I got it back from I.T.
I thought you'd want to see it.

It's the same kind.

If this was
in the War Room,

then that means the stalker
has security clearance.

It's someone in the building.
I got to find Maya.

Thanks again
for doing this, Leo.

I can't let anything
happen to you.

You've got an important
job to do.

[ Chuckles ]

After what happened,
you're not staying at home?

No. No, we're
in a hotel.

Okay, good.
That's good.
Yeah.

Well, you have a great night,
and thank you.

Which hotel is it?

If you want,
I could follow you,

you know,
for safety.

That's okay.

Riv's waiting for me.

Least your case just got
a whole lot easier now, right?

With Wolf's guy
out of the way?

Yeah, maybe.

Look,
I better get going.

Thanks again.
[ Keys jingling ]

I'll see you
tomorrow, Leo.

[ Car door slams shut ]

I think
I said too much.