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So, uh, what exactly
did Dana say on the phone?

She owns this house,

she rents it to her daughter
and three of her friends.

One of the friends
was found dead in the pool.

I thought you and Dana
don't speak.
We don't,

not since she was fired
off the anchor desk.

I think she just called me
to get to you.

Jake, her daughter, Maya,

is the one
who found the body.

She said
she could be a suspect.

Based upon what?

She didn't say.

You can come over now.

Is that Maya?
Yeah.

They're testing
for gunshot residue.

She should've refused.

How well
do you know her?

When I worked for her mom,
I practically raised her.

We stayed close,
but I haven't seen
her in a while.

Julia.

Mr. Gregorian, my daughter
really needs your help.

Who's the victim?

It's Johnny Weston.

Really sweet kid.

No!

Hey!
Hey, hey, look.

Easy.
- That's Willow
and Preston.

They're
the other roommates.

They're all really close,

been living here
for about a year.

Oh, I can't believe
this is happening.

I'm sorry, Ms. Hartman,
could you, uh --

could you give us
a minute?
Yes, of course.

So, what are you two
doing here?

When I worked with Dana,
I was close with her daughter.

What's the D.A.
doing at a crime scene?

Young man shot
in the backyard of a home

owned by Dana Hartman.

This case will be
under the microscope,

not to mention the press
will be all over it.

Well,
I'll be representing Maya,

so no questions
and no further tests
without a warrant.

The gunshot residue's
come up positive.

We're bringing her in.

Excuse us.

Maya!

Julia?

This is Jake Gregorian.

He's a lawyer,
and he's a friend.

You can trust him.

Don't say anything
to anyone, Maya.

I'll meet you at the precinct,
okay?

Okay.

Dana, tell me everything
I need to know right now.

I-I'm not proud of this,

but I-I've been
reading her diary.

What?
I was worried
about her.

She's been
so moody and distant.

Two days ago,

she wrote that
she wanted to kill Johnny.

Where's that diary now?
Before the police came,
I searched her bedroom.

It's gone.

Please don't tell her
I read it.

I'll call
as soon as I can.

Dana, over here!
- Over here, Dana!

Oh, God.

It was around 11:00,
I think.

I saw that
the gate was open,

so I went
into the backyard,

and that's when I saw
Johnny in the pool.

At first, I thought
that he was fooling around,

but then I saw the blood.

What did you do?

I called my roommates

and then my mom
and then the police.

I'm very sorry, Maya.

I know Johnny was a friend.

Were you two
having problems?

Were you fighting?

No, not at all.

Do you have any idea
what happened to the gun?

I never saw a gun
because I didn't shoot him.

One last question, Maya --

how did you get gunshot residue
on your hands?

I honestly have no idea.

Hey.

Thank you
for meeting me here.

I'm going a little crazy.

Have you
spoken to Jake yet?

He called me from the precinct,
told me to stay away.

The press
had already arrived.

He didn't
want to cause a scene.

You know she's innocent,
right?

Of course I do.

God, Julia,
despite the circumstances,

I'm so glad you're here.

It's really good
to see you.

Listen, Dana,

I know you're spinning
right now,

and you probably need
someone to talk to,

and I -- I don't want
to be insensitive,

but I'm only here
for Maya.

Your empathy's
heartwarming.

You were my mentor.

And I admired you
more than anyone,

not to mention
you are a great newswoman,

and you broke through
glass ceilings --

But I made
an unfortunate mistake.
"Unfortunate"?

You committed
journalistic fraud.

You fabricated
an interview.

Brian Williams
embellishes a story

and gets back on the air
a year later.

But I'm --
I'm out of the business.

You didn't just embellish.

You made up
an entire interview,

and then your alleged source
was assassinated.

You never met with him.

You never even left
the hotel room.

It was the biggest mistake
I've ever made in my life.

But, Julia,

you could've spoken to me,
talked to me,

before you just ran off
to the L.A. Times.

I tried. You told me
to look the other way.

If I had not gone public,

you would've
taken me down with you,

not to mention the credibility
of the network.

You didn't just hurt me.
You hurt Maya.

When you were knocked down
off your perch,

I helped Maya
pick up the pieces.

She practically
lived with me

while you were brooding
and feeling sor--

You know what?
I should go.

Let Maya know, if she needs me,
I'm here for her.

So the police
just questioned Maya,

then released her?

The D.A.'s decision
was strategic.

There's not enough evidence
to indict her.

Max is hoping to build his case
while Maya's out.

Well, what about
the gunshot residue?

She doesn't know
how it got on her.

How do you not know?

Well, you got me,
but it's our job to find out.

Let's start with research
on GSR false-positives.

Well,
what about the diary?

You said she wrote
that she wanted to kill him.

The diary is missing.
Dana can't find it.

Maya's roommates
are headed over.

Separate them, okay?

Compare their stories.

Excuse me for a second.

Hey, Julia, what's up?

Maya asked me
to sit in on her meeting,

but I wanted
to check with you first.
Yeah.

She's hiding something.

I can feel it.

Help me get her to open up?

It's what I do best.

I was close
with all of my roommates.

Johnny was the goofball.

He would literally
stand on his head

just to get me to laugh.

He was that kind of guy.

Before he was killed,
were you guys fighting?

He asked me
that same question.

Mom,
what did you tell them?

I knew you were angry
with Johnny.

How could you possibly
know that?

I -- I, um...

Oh, my God.

You read my journal?
Maya, what was I
supposed to do?

You've been
so distant lately.

You don't answer
my phone calls,

and when I come visit the house,
you go straight to your room.

For years,
you were too busy for me.

And now,
when I'm not available,

you read
my personal thoughts?

Maya...

No, I appreciate

that you're trying
to get back into my life

after all these years,

but I'm 22 years old.

I have boundaries.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but I --

But what, mom?!

What makes that okay?!

Look, Mr. Gregorian,

me and Johnny,
we weren't fighting,

and what I didn't tell you
last night

and what isn't
in my diary

is that Johnny
was my boyfriend.

What?
I was
in love with him.

Maya, I had no idea.

I need some air.

Uh...

I -- I shou--
I should go get her.

Let me. I'll go.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Thanks for coming in,
Willow.

We appreciate you
helping Maya.

Of course.
Maya's like a sister.

We were a family,
the four of us.

I can't believe...
Johnny's gone.

Any idea who'd want
to hurt Johnny?

No.

I mean, he was the nicest one
in the house.

Tried to get us to volunteer
at a soup kitchen.

He's that guy.

And where do you work?

A talent agency,
in the mail room.

I'm a deejay.

I spun last week

at the grand opening of
the Papa John's in Reseda.

Maya and Johnny
were with me.

We had a blast.

Did Johnny
ever take any drugs?
No.

No, he wasn't like that.

We all drink,
but nothing illegal.

And where were you last night
when Johnny was killed?

Lucky Strike.

The bowling alley
in Hollywood.

I was with Willow.
Got there around 8:00,
I think.

And we left around 11:00.

And that's when Maya
called you.

Yeah.
She was hysterical.

Screaming
that Johnny was dead.

And we rushed
back to the house.

And Dana Hartman
was already there?

Yeah, she lives nearby.

Okay.
Where are you staying now?

With Dana,
at her house in Westwood.

She's cool like that.

She's letting us stay there

until our place
is released by the cops.

Did Johnny
have a girlfriend?

Johnny hung out
with a lot of girls,

most recently with Maya,
but...

But it wasn't serious.

I-I'm sure she wanted more,
but...

Like I said,

Johnny wasn't
the girlfriend type.

Last question.

In your estimation,

is there any chance Maya
could've killed Johnny?

Definitely not.
Maya could be moody,
but she's not a killer.

I'm sure of it.

A little early in the day
for shots, isn't it?

How did you find me?

Your car's
still in the parking lot.

This is the closest bar.

I know what happens
when your mom pushes
your buttons.

After so many years
of her not being around,

it's like all of a sudden,
she's trying too hard.

And don't get me wrong,
I...

I know she let's me live
in that great house,

she's friends
with my roommates --

I appreciate all of it.

But I can't just forget
everything that came before.

I understand.

So, you and Johnny,

was it really love?

I had never
felt that way.

But you wrote
in your journal --

It's not a journal
in the traditional sense.

It's a burn book.

A burn book?

A few months ago,
I started seeing a therapist.

He suggested that
I journal my feelings

but not that
"Dear Diary" crap.

Stuff about people
that pissed me off.

So when I wrote that
I wanted to kill Johnny,

it was just...
in that moment.

What'd he do
to make you so angry?

I told him I loved him,

and he didn't
say anything back.

I've been there.

Look, I'm not gonna
defend your mom,

but she does have
your best interests at heart.

Maybe cut her a little slack,
okay?

I'll think about it.

Julia,
where have you been?

The P.A. is asking me
where I've been?

I'm sorry.

Megan and Louise
are in your office.

They want to talk to you
about something.

Do we have a meeting?

No, honey, but this day just
got a lot more interesting.

What are you
talking about?

Someone just
sent this video

to Louise anonymously.

Oh, my God.

Dana Hartman, the first
female network news anchor

and a scourge
on journalistic integrity,

is having sex
with a murder victim.

Louise,
it's so much worse.

The young man in this video
is her daughter's boyfriend,

and if Maya knew her mother
was sleeping with him,

it's motive for murder.

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Where did you get this?
What does it matter
where we got it?

You were actually having sex
with your daughter's boyfriend?

You know what?

Until this morning,

I had no idea that Maya
was dating Johnny.

It happened
just that one time.

A month ago,
a pipe broke at the house.

I dropped by
to pay the plumber.

Johnny was there.

He said he had
a sexy dream about me.

He made me feel young.

He took me into his bedroom,
and...

I had no idea
he was filming.

Does Maya
know about this?

No, but she will.

As a professional courtesy,
Julia came to me first,

but she is planning
to air it on her show.

You're enjoying this,
aren't you.

Holding that stupid video
over my head,

threatening to air it
in the name of news.
It is news.

Julia,
there's always a horse trade.

What do you want
not to air it?

What are you offering?

What if Dana agrees
to be a guest on your show?

What?
It would be
her first interview

since she was
publicly fired.

No, no!
Absolutely not.

I will not be splashed around
as entertainment

while my daughter's
being investigated

for a crime
she didn't commit.

Dana,
you know how this works.

Julia doesn't air the tape,

and you get to advocate
for Maya.

Right now, the press is calling
your daughter a murderer.

You get to go on "LHL,"

look straight into the camera,

and tell them
why they are wrong.

You'll bury it?

Come on, Julia.

Dana Hartman, back on TV.

This is big.
You know it.

Fine.

You have a deal.

Good.

Uh, now, Dana,

would you mind
giving us a minute?

Were you really
gonna air that tape?

Of course not.

I would never
do that to Maya.

But I wanted Dana
on the show.

And I figured
you'd get us there.

This is a nice surprise.

Brought you a blueberry muffin
for breakfast.

It's almost 5:00.

Yeah, been trying to get
over here all day.

Anyway,
I wanted to see you.

Thanks.

But I have to
get ready for the show.

Are we okay?

I mean, one date in,
and I'm prosecuting Jake.

Talk about a rocky start.

I am fond of you, you know.

I often wish
you weren't such a stinker.

"His Girl Friday,"
Rosalind Russell.

No?
Sorry.

But sounds like you might be
open to dinner.

Tomorrow night,
I'll pick you up here, 6:30.

Okay.

Higher.

Come in.

Do I hear singing?

Vocal exercises.

I've been invited
to perform the national anthem

at the Lakers game.

Ryan's helping me
pick a key.

That's great.

Can I have a minute?
No problem.

Louise, you rock.

I want tickets to the game.

So, I saw the D.A.
in your office.

I assume
everything's going well.

We have a date
tomorrow.
- Thank God.

I was about to create
your Tinder account.

To be honest,

I'm not sure I'm ready
to be with someone yet.

Well, worst case,
the D.A.'s a palate cleanser.

Use him for some crazy,
mind-blowing sex.

Just sayin'.

You're never "just sayin'"
anything.

That's true.

So what did
standards and practices say

about the Dana Hartman
sex tape?

How much of it
can we air?

We're not gonna air it.

I made a deal with Dana,

but she is gonna make
an appearance on your show.

She is your first guest
this evening.
Hold on.

You made a deal
with the person

who single-handedly
set back women in news,

and you didn't ask me?

Come on, Louise,
you only hate her

because after she got fired
off the network anchor desk,

you didn't get the job.

Yeah. Passed over for a man
because of her.

It took years before
another woman got that job.

Louise,
I don't need you permission

to negotiate a guest.

Besides,
you're in the driver's seat.

You can ask her
anything you want.

Except the sex tape.

That's off-limits.

Let's check the graphics
on one.
Sure.

And the gunshot reside.

And the crime-scene footage.

Good.
- Good. Okay.

You okay?

Yeah.

It's just been a long time
since I've been on stage.

Well,
just tell the truth.

It's the easiest --
Easiest thing
to remember.

Yep.

Nice to see you, Louise.

We're live in 5, 4, 3...

We begin with
the shocking murder

of 22-year-old aspiring
filmmaker Johnny Weston.

Cue the photo.

Last night,
Mr. Weston was gunned down

in the backyard
of a Hollywood Hills home...
Crime-scene footage.

...he shared with
his three roommates.

One of those roommates
was Maya Hartman,

daughter of Dana Hartman,

the first woman to solo anchor
a network news program.

Ms. Hartman was forced to resign
from her anchor desk

nine years ago...
She's going off-script.

...after fabricating
a story.

You happy?
Move on, please.

Although Dana's daughter,
Maya,

hasn't been charged
in Johnny Weston's homicide,

the police brought her in
for questioning,

and she's considered
the prime suspect.

Our studio guest tonight

appearing on camera
for the first time

since she left the business,

Dana Hartman.

Good evening, Dana.
Louise.

This must be
a harrowing time for you,

your daughter at the center
of a murder investigation.

More than you can imagine.

Why come on the show?

Why the need to publicly
advocate for your daughter?

Seems to me to be a case of
"she doth protest too much."

Well, I'm hopeful
that the public
won't penalize her

for the mistakes
that I've made.

Let's talk evidence.

She was the one
who found the body,

and there was gunshot residue
on her hands.
That's true.

But even
the scientific community admits

that GSR tests
are not 100% accurate.

There are false-positives.

My daughter
has never fired a gun.

Nice job, Dana.
Even science
is not absolute.

False-positives?
Hold on.

Let's talk about that
for a second.
- Wrap up with Dana,
and segue to

the gunshot-residue expert
after a break.

No way.
Are you suggesting
the test was contaminated?

Tell her to keep going
with Dana.

I'm not
suggesting anything.

Uh, scratch that,
Louise.

What's going on?
- I'm well aware
of the research.

Air the tape, Julia.

How do you know
about the tape?

Engaging in
pyrotechnics, welding,
that sort of thing --

Is your daughter in
either of those fields?

No, she is not.

My information
is the test...

I made a deal with Dana
not to air it.

It's already loaded.
Air the tape now.

What?
Perry, cue up the tape.

Don't look at her.
I'm her boss, which
makes me your boss.

If you don't do it,
I'll do it myself.

Darin, this is my show,
and you're undermining me.

There will be
consequences.

You're all set, Louise.

Dana...

..Tell me...
Guests will not come
on this show

if they don't think
they can trust me.

...How well did you know
your daughter's roommates?

Specifically the victim,
Johnny Weston.

My daughter
had several roommates.

Johnny was one of them,

and I would see him
from time to time.

Would you care
to elaborate?

Louise, don't do this.

Earlier today,

"LHL" received
an anonymous video recording.

I'd like to get
your thoughts.

Maya, Maya!

So, exactly
how would you characterize

your relationship
with Johnny?

Go to commercial.

Damn it, Louise,
go to commercial.

We'll be right back.

And clear.

Dana, I am so sorry.

I swear,
that was not my decision.

You know what?

I should've
never trusted you.

No, listen to me --
No, I understand

that you and I
are not friends,

but like it or not,

I got you started
in this business,

and I have done nothing but
support you and your career.

Please hear me out.
What you just did to me,

I wouldn't have done it
to my worst enemy.

You don't get your way,
and so you run to Darin?

You were burying the video
to protect Maya.

I was making a decision

as the executive producer
of this show.

Which has my name on it.

You only wanted to air the tape
to humiliate Dana.

The tape was relevant
to the story, and you know it.

I negotiate appearances
on this show every day.

If guests think
I don't honor my word,

you will be interviewing
an empty chair

for as long as your name
is on this show.

If viewers think we bury a story
because of a personal bias,

we lose credibility.

And, yes, there are occasional
exceptions to that rule,

but that video
was sent to me,

and you didn't
have the right to barter it

without talking
with me first,

so don't come
looking for an apology

when you
should be giving one!

You go over my head again,

and you can find yourself
another producer.

I know why you're calling,
and it's not a good time.

We had a deal.

I was ambushed by Louise.

Come on, Julia,
Dana went on the show.

She did everything
you asked.

I know, and trust me,
I'm so sorry.

I have to go.
No, Julia --

I'm sorry.
Julia --

I swear, I didn't want
to air that tape.

Still think my mom has
my best interests in mind?

If Maya knew her boyfriend
was sleeping with her mother,

Dana may have just provided
the D.A. with motive.

Well, they'd have to prove
she knew.

Dana said it was
only the one time.

Someone knew.

I mean, Johnny Weston didn't
send that video from the grave.

Video's gone viral.

You need to see something.

Yeah, I think, uh,
we've seen enough.

Just watch.

There. Did you see that?

Yeah, the camera moved.

It zoomed in.

Someone else
is controlling it.

It's a remote-control camera.

Probably hidden.

Dana didn't know
they were being filmed.

Maybe Johnny didn't,
either.

What if Johnny
figured it out?

What if he confronted
the creep who filmed them

and that creep had a gun?

Has the crime scene
been released yet?
A few hours ago. Why?

I'm going
back to the house.

Good evening, sir.

I do believe that this
is your transmitter.

It's got your company sticker
on it.

What do you want,
Mr. Gregorian?

Yeah, I know who you are.
I've seen you on TV.

How'd you get
in the attic?

I installed their
security system last Fall.

And while you were at it,

you just thought you'd slap up
a couple of your own...

personal cameras?

So what really happened?

Did Johnny figure out
that you were filming,

threatened to call the cops,
so you killed him?

No. Nobody knew
what I was doing.

Oh.

Why did you send
that sex video

to "Louise Herrick Live"?

Why?

I did the security installation
at that house, for cost.

How does Dana Hartman
repay me?

She files a complaint
with city planning,

preventing me from adding
a second story to my house.

So, yeah, I sent the video.

Payback's a bitch.

I'm gonna need all that
video right now.

Oh.

I can just go to a judge,
get a subpoena,

come back here
with a bunch of news crews,

and we can do this
big and messy.

Or we can just keep it
our little secret.

It's up to you.

All the footage...

...is stored on here.

4 terabyte capacity,

transfer rate of
180 megabytes per second.

Enjoy the show.

Okay, Ella,

all the video footage
is stored on this drive.

Please tell me
I don't have to go through

the creepy neighbor's
homemade porn.

Well, let's just say
we're providing zealous advocacy

for one of our clients.

What are we looking for?

There's thousands of hours
of video footage there.

Look for
anything suspicious --

fights between the roommates,
unwanted guests, drugs --

anything that might point
the finger away from Maya

and towards
another suspect.

This is gonna take days.

I suggest you grab yourself
a paralegal.

Keep me posted.

Jake, uh,
Johnny Weston's father is here?

He says you called him.

I did.

Well, he knows
we represent Maya, right?

He does.

Okay.
Well, he's in your office.
All right.

Mr. Weston.

I am not entirely sure
why you want to talk to me.

Well, first, sir,

let me offer you my deepest
sympathy for your loss.

I guess
I'll just be blunt.

Maya did not kill Johnny.

You're her lawyer.

Of course
you would say that.

She was dating your son.

She was very much
in love with him.

By all accounts,
I really can't see, uh...

You didn't know.

I have learned
more about my son

in the past 12 hours
than in the past year.

I saw the sex tape on TV.

I'm sorry.

He was a great kid,
a good son,

straight A's in high school,

played the saxophone
in the band,

and now
he is making a sex tape

with a woman twice his age

while dating her daughter.

That is not the boy I knew.

If Maya didn't kill him...

who do you think did?

Sir,
that's exactly the reason

why I've asked you here
today.

Do you know if Johnny
had any enemies?

Did he owe any money?

Did he get in any fights?

I wish I could answer
those questions.

I wish that I had come
to visit my boy

when he stopped
returning my calls.

I am sorry.

But I guess I did not
know my son very well.

This is so boring.

I thought you said
this was gonna be like
work-sanctioned porn.

I can't believe he recorded them
doing normal everyday crap.

What's the deal with you
and that guy from "LHL"?

What?

We have to talk about something
to pass the time.

Ask me anything you want.

His name's Ryan.

Yeah? Is it serious,
or...?

Are you asking if I'm available,
because --

No, you're not my type.

On the other hand,
Ryan would be...

Oh.

Got it.

Things are improving
over here.

I'm not a fan of fur coats,

but I think I have
the same pink slippers.

So do I.

Kidding.

Whoa.

Apparently,
Preston and Willow

were more
than just roommates.

10 bucks says
she takes care of him first.

And there she goes.

Rookie mistake.

Another 10 minutes
he's fast asleep.

Hello, Johnny.

That's the victim?
Yeah.

Hmm.

Wow.

That is one
friendly house.

But I thought Johnny
was with Maya.

He was.

And if I was Maya,

and I found out
my boyfriend

was sleeping with
both my roommates...

I'd want to kill him.

Come in.

Hi.

Julia.

Fashion magazine
and jelly beans?

You're stressed?

Of course I'm stressed.

You and I are fighting.

Last night,
I had this dream.

I was at my stove,
cooking dinner --

spaghetti and meatballs.

And I heard you
whisper in my ear,

"The pasta's all cued up.

Go to the pasta
and ask about the sauce."

That's ridiculous.

You haven't cooked dinner
in ages.

Tell me we're not gonna end up
like you and Dana.

Never.

I knew you wouldn't agree

with the deal
I made with Dana,

so I didn't tell you.

I should have,
and I'm sorry.

And I shouldn't have gone
behind your back.

I apologize.

Now how about a drink?

Mm. Scotch is good
for my singing voice.

Hey. Am I interrupting?

We kissed and made up.
Oh, good.

Uh, the D.A.'s holding
a press conference.

Apparently, there's a big break
in the Johnny Weston murder.

The investigation into
the murder of Johnny Weston

has led to a remarkable
and unforeseen revelation.

Ballistics tests performed on

the bullet removed
from Mr. Weston

indicate that the gun
used to commit the murder

belongs to singer-performer
Ray J.

Did I hear that right?
We can confirm, however,

that Ray J
was performing in Atlanta

on the night
of the shooting.

So let me be clear --

Ray J is not a suspect
in the homicide.

Ray J?
The gun belongs to Ray J?
Ray J met with detectives
this morning

to help us ascertain

how this legally
obtained firearm

came to be used
in the murder of Johnny Weston.

Jake, I found something
interesting on the video.

Wait. Hold on.
Ray J's about to
make a statement.

Why do we care about
Ray J?

The murder weapon
belonged to him.

I want to start off by stating

that I had absolutely
nothing to do

with Johnny Weston's death.

I never met him,

so I can't speak
on his tragic death.

I can speak to the mystery
of how my handgun was used

in this terrible crime.

Two weeks ago,
my home was broken into,

and among other things,

my handgun was stolen
out of my bedroom closet.

And to avoid press coverage,

I did not notify police
about the theft,

and for that, I'm sorry.

This bodes well for Maya.

How do you figure?

The police will focus on
the burglary.

It opens up
the suspect pool.

My office has since learned

that in the past six months,

several other celebrity homes
have also been broken into,

presumably by
the same person or people.

Furthermore,
it's my understanding

that the L.A.P.D.
are close to making an arrest

in these so-called
Bling Ring burglaries.

New theory --

someone broke
into Ray J's house,

stole his gun,

then targeted the Hartman house
for another burglary.

Johnny
interrupted the burglar

and got shot
with Ray J's gun.

I can't discuss
that at this time.

That's all for now.
Thank you.

Ray J, what other items
were stolen from you?

My watch collection,
uh, jewelry,

uh, my wife's fur,

and them pink slippers
that she loved.

I got them pink slippers
for her

for her birthday.

And, oh, oh!
And you know what's weird?

They stole a painting

of my family dog
at Christmas.

The only one we had.

L-Little Mojo.
- Oh, God.

What's wrong?

Fur coat, pink slippers,
the dog painting?

Those items
are in Maya's house.

If that's all true,

then Maya and her roommates
are the Bling Ring.

Wow.

So how is it you ended up
behind the camera?

I'm too much of a control freak
to be on air.

That was quite
a press conference,
by the way.

Sometimes when I'm driving
to work in the morning,

I try to predict
how my day's going to unfold.

Then a case
takes a turn like today,

and I wonder
why the hell I bother.

Are you ready?

Mm-hmm.

Let's go.

So,
where are we going?

We are going on a date.

You have to hit
the down button

if you want
to get to your car.

Trust me.

What are we doing
out here?

Wait for it.

It's beautiful.

Everything
I know about dating

I learned from watching
"The Bachelor."

In fact, there's a hot tub
filled with rose petals

just around the corner.

Allow me.

Maya,
it's Jake Gregorian.

Again, it is very important
that we talk.

Please call me back
immediately.

Thank you.

I spoke to Dana.

She said that Preston and Willow
went back to the house.

I swung by their place,
but there's no sign of them.

They're not answering
their phones, either.

Damn it.

And after that press conference,
they probably skipped town.

I thought so, too,

but their cars
are all at the house,

and there's no record of them
booking any flights.

Well, if they're
not at the house,
they didn't run,

and they're not answering
their phones, then...

I know where they are.

It was my first day

as an assistant
district attorney.

I finish work, head over to
a friend's birthday,

and boom!

Someone breaks out
this huge bag of weed.

Don't tell me
you became a narc.

Uh, no.

The doorbell rings.
Uh-huh.

I go and answer it,
and it's a cop.

Ooh, what did you do?

I go straight
into lawyer mode,

tell him he's got to go away,
come back with a warrant.

Then I slam the door,
I rush back inside,

I flush the entire bag of weed
straight down the toilet.

Another ring
at the doorbell.

It's the cop again.

But this time,

he's holding a boom box
and a bunch of balloons.

He's a stripper?

A girl at the party
had just got engaged.

Strangely,
I was never invited back.

Thanks, Max.

I needed this.

The night's not over yet.

Follow me.

Have a seat.

Max,
this is incredible.

One moment.

And here we go.

Oh-ho!
"His Girl Friday"?!

Well played, Mr. D.A.

Well played.

It's Dana.
Leave me a message.

Dana, this is Jake.

I need you to call me back
immediately.

We've got something
between us nothing can change.

Oh, well, I suppose you're
right in a way, Walter.

Sure, I'm right.

I am fond of you,
you know.

Attagirl.

I often wish you weren't
such a stinker.

Y--

I am, I suppose.

You must come up
and meet my mother.

Come on, come on, pick up.

...do everything
you possibly could

to gum up the whole works.

Well,
I meant to let you go, Hildy,

but you know how it is.
One second. I'm sorry.

You never miss the water
till the well runs dry.

A big, fat lummox
like you...

Hey, what's up?
I'm kind of busy right now.

I think
Maya's been arrested.

What?

Is there new evidence?

No, it's not
on the murder.

Maya and her roommates
are the ones

that have been
breaking into celebrity homes.

Meet me at the precinct.

Okay, I'll meet you there.

Max, I'm so sorry.
I --

I just heard about Maya.

I guess, uh,

Cary and Rosalind
are gonna have to wait.

Ruiz, a minute?

Where's Maya?

I know you have her
and her roommates.

If a detective
is talking to her,

I want all questions
stopped right now.

Relax.

The roommates
have been separated.

We know
you represent Maya.

She hasn't said a word.
Good.

You should know
we executed a warrant

and found stolen items.

I want to see my client
right now.

Please tell me you only
accepted the stolen items.

Tell me you were not breaking
into those people's houses!

Our best bet now
is to cut a deal.

If I tell the D.A.
that you're willing to testify

against
Preston and Willow...

No.
...I can get you out
on probation.

It's not gonna get
any better than that, Maya.

I'm not
ratting out my friends.

They're the only family
I have.

Listen to me
very carefully.

This could be
your last chance.

Let me help you.
Please.

Officer!

I just got a message from Jake.
What's going on?

I talked to a detective
who said he's talking to Maya.

I'm just waiting.

Dana, I want you to know
how sorry I am

about airing the tape.
Right now,
my only concern is Maya.

What's going on?

Maya, Willow, and Preston
have all been arrested

for breaking into
celebrity homes.

What, the --
the Bling Ring?
Yeah.

They're looking at
multiple counts of burglary.

Oh, God.
- Jake?

Uh, Detective Ruiz,
this is my client's
mother, Dana.

I believe
you know Julia.
Hi.

Heads-up --
we're transferring Maya

to the courthouse
in the next hour.

You're not gonna be able

to prove the burglaries,
and you know it.

At best, you might
have her on possession
of stolen property.

Her roommates rolled on her
for shooting Johnny Weston.

They gave us
Maya's diary, too,

which speaks
to premeditation.

She's gonna be charged
with first-degree murder.

No, no, no, no, no.
I-I want to see her.

Ms. Hartman,

she told me
she didn't want to see you.

What?
I'm sorry.

This is all your fault.
My fault?

You aired that damn tape.
You promised you wouldn't.

Dana, please, you know
how the business works.

I called you for help.

And you have done nothing
but make things worse.

You stay away from me
and stay away from Maya.

It's amazing how she always
manages to play the victim.

Instead of focusing on Maya,
she makes it about herself.

I don't see it that way,
Julia.

Jake, airing the tape
was not my decision.

I was ambushed.

I heard you the first time.

But let's be honest,
with the flip of a switch,

you could've gone
to a commercial break,

you could've cut
Louise's sound,

you could've
stood up to your boss

and threatened to quit.

Hell,
you could've left the show

if your integrity
was at stake.

There were circumstances
beyond my control.

You didn't just
make a deal with her.

You made one with me.

So, yes, I understand exactly
why she's so upset with you.

Now,
if you'll excuse me,

I have to go tell my client

that her best friends
have sold her out,

and she's being charged
with first-degree murder.

Right this way.

Take your time.