All language subtitles for The Fix (2019) - 01x04 - Scandal.KILLed.com

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.

A detective came by my place.

They always want to talk to the ex.

I know you used to hit Mom.

I was trying to protect you!

I was trying to show you
that I was a good son.

No matter what anybody says about me,

I didn't kill her.

Look, I know this is
complicated with you and Maya.

That was a long time ago.

You just have to trust me.

I didn't realize
how hard this was gonna be.

Having you back.

I call, you jump.

Maya's still freezing me out.

No one's ever gotten away
with lying to me.

Sevvy's going down for murder,
and you're going with him.

Who would stop at nothing
to see you rot in prison?

Maya Travis.

I'm going to destroy her.

Good morning to you.

Prosecutor Maya Travis has only been

on the Jessica Meyer murder
case for a short time,

but rumors are already swirling
about a bombshell exposé

that promises to put
Ms. Travis's reputation

and possibly that
of the entire DA's office

into question.

Now, as we remember from eight years ago,

Ms. Travis is no stranger to controversy,

and this latest investigation
is proving to be no different.

Excuse me.

- Hey.
- Hey, there.

- You have a sec?
- A quick one. Mr. Chapman came by

to look at a few more horses.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Things are just getting
a little crazy here.

You want me to come down?

No, no, I'm okay.

Pablo can handle things without me.

You're much more important.

Okay, I'll stand down.
But you just say the word.

All right. You hang in there, okay?

All right, bye.

Sorry about that.

- Just the girlfriend.
- Ah.

Is that her?

You know, she looks familiar.

Want to go check out that thoroughbred?

Well, I sure do.

I miss you so much.

I'm so sorry, baby.

Did you get what you came for?

These pictures are a down
payment on my dream house.

My turn.

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Hey, CJ. What'd you find?

We've been tracking Jessica's movements

the day before the murder
all the way up to here,

but I think I just filled in
part of the gap.

The night before the murder,

Jessica spent $35 at House of Pies.

We got all of that from this?

It was in a pair of jeans
that we seized in the search.

Took a while for the techs
to make it clear enough to read.

$35 is a lot of money
for one person at House of Pies.

I'm thinking Jessica was with someone.

Someone who could testify
to Jessica's state of mind

the night before she was murdered.

Maya.

I'm getting requests for comment
on some exposé.

Any idea what this is about?

Wolf's just retaliating
because I busted his fake alibi.

Trust me. It's nothing.

In actual case news,

CJ found out that Jessica
had dinner with somebody

the night before she was murdered.

If she said anything
about Johnson threatening her

or she was gonna go to the police,

that could be the last piece
of evidence we need

to put Johnson behind bars.

Keep me posted. Oh, do we
have the forensic report

back from Sevvy's house?

That's Loni. Where the hell is she?

Hey, Maya.

Yes. Uh, the reports are trickling in.

Uh, but the lab is backed up,

so I decided to go right to the source.

I'm there right now.

They just opened. I got to go.

Hey.

That guy who just drove off
in the Maserati...

how often does he come here?

No idea.

Any idea now?

Payroll.

Yippee.

Ares is waiting for you.

Excellent.

Ares, my man.

How's my exposé coming along?

We might have to pivot on that.

No.

There will be no pivoting.

I'm setting a trap here.

It's essential to my long game.

There is no trap

if I can't grab any video of Maya Travis,

and I can't.

She has no social media footprint.

She's not even on Facebook.

What are you talking about?

There's got to be a million videos

from the last trial.

And if I use that,
it's gonna look obvious,

and it's gonna look dated.

I've done all I can do.

Your guy needs to give me
something to work with.

Hey, I'm here with
a very demanding Millennial.

Got the video yet?

I'm working on it.

Work faster.

I talked to the manager at House of Pies.

Turns out they keep the
security footage in the cloud,

and it goes back all the way
for three months.

Looks like we might actually be
on a roll.

- Mm-hmm.
- Maya, a word.

Or not.

I'll wait.

If this is about the exposé,
there is nothing to expose.

- I'm not worried.
- I am, so I got you some help.

You remember Ken Sanders, PR consultant.

Unfortunately, I do.

Let me guess. The Mayor sent you.

This was my idea.

I didn't let you turn me into
Lawyer Barbie eight years ago,

and I'm not gonna let you do it now.

I've been tracking your media hits,

and it seems pretty clear

we're in the midst of a smear campaign.

It's Ezra Wolf.

It's a classic defense move.

If you don't have the facts,
argue the law.

If you don't have the law,
argue the facts.

If you don't have either,
kick the prosecutor.

The kicks are landing.

I did a focus group,

and the words most
commonly associated with you

are "cold", "shrill",
and... "unlikable".

Three days ago I was "#MayaOnFayah."

People are fickle.

- They'll swing back.
- Maybe so,

but in the meantime,

lasting damage can be done.

I am one piece of evidence away
from arresting Sevvy Johnson.

If you want to do a focus group on that,

knock yourself out.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Heard you got into a fight.

I just wanted to see if you were okay.

Well, you've seen me. I'm fine.

So I think you should go.

I know you're mad.

But we're still a family.

I just wanted to tell you that
when you're ready to come home,

we're in the city house now.

Too many helicopters in Malibu.

I'm never coming home.

Hey, Gabe.

- Where are you going?
- Anyplace that you're not.

Not now, Julianne.

You need to give him some space.

Yeah? I thought you were gonna
take care of him.

And I am.

Yeah, looks like it.

What's really going on?

Nothing.

It's just that the boy won't talk to me.

That's not my fault.

You always want
to control everyone, Sevvy,

but people don't like to be controlled.

Eventually, they push back,

and the tighter you've been holding,

the harder they break.

Everyone knows about this case.

If someone was meeting with Jessica,

they should've come forward by now.

Unless they had something to hide.

I pulled up the footage
that you asked for.

Wait, stop right there. That's her.

That's Jessica.

Yeah, she's waiting for someone.

Here we go.

Who are you?

Oh, my God, it's Julianne.

Well, what'd you decide?

Well, I think I'll be taking
the thoroughbred.

Well, the Arabian has
better conformation.

Well, for dressage,

but I think my daughter
wants to do a little jumping.

So I'll have my people wire you
the money in the morning.

Can't say no to that.

Thank you, sir.

I'll see myself out.

Great.

Put your wallet right there.

Let's see who you really are.

Buck Neal.

I... I'm just trying to make a living.

Dirt on your girl is worth a lot
right now.

Get the hell out.

Julianne told Detective North

she hadn't spoken to Jessica in months.

Well, now we have Julianne
on record lying to police.

Oh, my God.

A paparazzo showed up at my ranch.

That's Wolf's guy, Buck Neal.

What the hell is Wolf up to?

I can't believe Wolf dragged Riv
into this.

Well, you better prepare yourself.

Who knows what's coming next.

Julianne might have been the last person

that Jessica ever spoke to.

You do the talking.

Focus groups say I'm not likable.

Hi, Mrs. Johnson.

I'm CJ Emerson.

Hell no.

I guess you're not likable either.

Plan B?

Let's try and find some leverage.

The stuff your guy send is gold.

How are horsey prancy videos gold?

Use your imagination.

Then again, don't.

That's what you pay me for.

She should've stayed on the farm.

Second thoughts?

Nope.

Carry on.

Yeah.

Why did Maya Travis
just knock on my door?

How the hell would I know?

I already gave a statement
to detectives twice.

I've said everything I'm going to say.

Look, I don't know, Jules.
I'll find out, all right?

Look, I've got to go.

Call Star.

So, Julianne Johnson...

she goes to church every Sunday,

pays her bills on time,

no moving violations,

no parking tickets.

She's a model citizen.

Who's committed
to protecting Sevvy Johnson.

Well, he is the father of her children.

I think it's them she's protecting.

And there's the money
he pays her every month.

So, how do we get her to talk to us?

Everybody has their weak spot.

We'll just keep looking for Julianne's.

I have to ask...

Are you two lovers?

Excuse me?

Where is this coming from?

"Lovers' Vengeful Pact."

That's you two they're talking about.

"Prosecutors plotted murder
to frame Sevvy Johnson."

It also says
that you two have been in touch

all these years, carnally.

Well, that's insane.

Obviously, I don't think
you hired a handsome ranch hand

to kill Jessica to frame Sevvy Johnson,

but I need to know
if there's a kernel of truth

in here anywhere.

- There are zero kernels.
- None.

Um, there was a link with the story.

Oh, my God.

- Hey.
- Riv, oh, thank God you answered.

I wanted to talk to you before the...

I saw the video?

I can explain.

You don't have to.

I didn't watch it.

I couldn't.

Whatever you did in your past,

that's your business, honey.

No, no, no, no, no. It... It's not real.

It's a fake. It's Ezra Wolf.

He's doing whatever he can
to discredit me.

Well, that guy needs a good ass-kicking.

I'm so sorry you have to deal with this.

It's the last thing I wanted.

Look, I'm sure some royal... somebody

will have a baby soon,

and people will move on.

I love you, Maya, and I have your back.

All right, no matter what.

You have no idea how much that means.

I love you, too.

We'll speak soon.

Riv?

He's okay. Effy?

She's fine.

However, my mother's
scrapbooking group...

floored.

Got to admit, um, for a moment there,

I thought that was really us.

Yeah, me, too.

Anyway, uh, our tech team says

it's something called a deepfake.

New technology probably created

with three different source elements.

They say this kind of fake's
becoming more and more common.

Well, hopefully no more starring me.

I don't need any more
scandalized scrap bookers

on my conscience.

Anyway, I, uh...

I better go prepare a statement.

Okay.

- I'm cutting you off.
- Hey. Come on.

Stop drinking your feelings
and talk to me.

Last time I saw you,

you said that Dad
wasn't as great as I thought.

I was just in a mood.

Star, you got to tell me.

He used to hit my mom.

Gabe, did he ever hit your mom?

I don't know.

I was young and oblivious.

I don't have that excuse with Jessica.

I was living in the same house as her.

I didn't have any idea what was going on.

I was the one who introduced Dad
to Jessica in the first place,

and now she's dead, so...

try living with that.

That's not your fault.

You couldn't have known.

But me...

I helped him.

What?

Gabe, what do you mean you helped him?

Gabe!

Mayor Russo, uh,
I-I wasn't expecting you.

We need to talk.

About Maya Travis.

It's a crazy story,

although I also just read
that Prince is alive

and running a churro cart
at Dodger Stadium, so...

Mm. Afraid you can't charm
your way out of this one, Alan.

That tape... it's everywhere.

50 bucks, Ezra Wolf had it made
to back his BS exposé.

It's a very effective strategy.

You can't unsee it.

And that's all the jury will see
if this gets to trial.

Her credibility is shot.

You need to let her go.

- You want me to fire her?
- Yes.

I know you blame her
for losing the Johnson case...

I was supposed to be in
the governor's mansion by now.

Instead, I had to climb
out of a hole she put me in.

And she's making you look bad right now.

I can't fire her.

If I do, I'm taking a dive
in the first round.

Better to suffer for a moment right now

than an entire six-month trial.

- Trust me.
- She hasn't done anything wrong.

There's absolutely no cause.

Find one.

Do you know how many DAs
in the history of Los Angeles

have won an election
without the Mayor's endorsement?

Zero.

I hear Matthew Collier is thinking about

throwing his hat in the ring.

He's very photogenic.

Quite a smirk you've got on your face.

It's not really a smirk. It's a smile.

Well, we've got nothing to smile about.

Maya Travis showed up
at Julianne's house.

Now, why would she do that?

No idea.

Did Julianne say anything to her?

Hell no. Slammed the
bloody door in her face.

An appropriate response.

Don't worry!

Maya won't be a threat much longer.

- Oh, yeah?
- To wit.

I asked you here so we could
watch something fun together.

Come. Have some popcorn.

Freshly made.

Usually I don't like to
shine a spotlight on fake news.

In this instance,
I feel compelled to address

a ludicrous piece of slander

created with the intent of discrediting

the District Attorney's office.

I promise. You're in for a treat.

The insinuation that Maya
Travis and I have devised

some criminal conspiracy

to frame Severen Johnson

is frankly preposterous.

Mm.

That video is
a digitally crafted deepfake.

What's more, it was dated a year ago.

Ms. Travis and I haven't
even seen each other

since we last worked together
eight years ago.

Then how do you explain this,
Chief Deputy?

A story in The Spectator
says you and Ms. Travis

had a romantic rendezvous
at a Seattle hotel last year.

Trap set.

That is just another
baseless alternative fact

coming out of an increasingly desperate

defense attorney's office.

It never happened.

- Now?
- Now.

There are time-stamped photos
that show you and Ms. Travis

checked into that hotel on the same day.

Trap sprung.

Uh...

I stand by what I said.

Ms. Travis and I did not meet
on the day in question.

This office will continue to focus on...

Hold on a minute. I'm confused.

- What...
- What's true and what's not?

Well, the sex tape... total fabrication,

but the photos, they're real.

Ares plucked them from
the great hashtag in the sky.

Thank God for the simpletons
that post pictures

of every half-famous person
they spot in the wild.

You see, if they don't trust
the messenger,

they don't trust the message.

No trust equals reasonable doubt,

and reasonable doubt means...

We win.

We win.

I was in Seattle that day

for a Horse Breeders' Conference.

And Matthew?

I don't know.

If he was there, I didn't see him.

Maya...

No.

I was 100% on board with you coming back.

You're the best prosecutor
I've ever seen.

But maybe I was a little naive.

I thought, eight years is a long time.

Maybe people had a chance to forget,

but they can't.

At this point, you've got
more baggage than LAX,

and the sheer tonnage is something

this office can't overcome.

I was set up.

Don't give him what he wants.

You can't do this.

Leave it alone, Collier.

Maya Travis is the only one

who can take down Sevvy Johnson,

and you know it.

Who got to you?

The decision has been made.

Feel free to quit in solidarity.

Thought so.

Wiest can't do this. He cannot fire you.

He can. He just did.

- We'll fight it.
- How?

I'll call the Mayor...

The Mayor who blames me
for the political hit

she took after the last trial?

This was her idea.

Were you really there in Seattle?

People cross paths without
knowing it all the time.

We just found out
in the worst possible way.

You know, it's funny.
I thought I saw you there,

getting out of one of the elevators.

Really?

But then, uh,

I always think I see you.

When you left,
so many things went unsaid.

I should've said goodbye.

You're here now.

That's what matters.

I need you, and Jessica Meyer needs you.

I think I can help you stay,
if you'll let me.

You're disgusting.

I'm determined.

But hypothetically speaking,

why wouldn't an attorney use
anything in their arsenal?

Speaking of which,

why is Maya so keen
on talking to Julianne?

She's the ex. It's routine.

Julianne already gave a routine statement

to the police.

What gives?

I don't know.

Good evening.

DA Wiest's office.

It's Ezra Wolf calling for Alan.

Please hold.

Catchy tune.

One moment for DA Wiest.

We have surveillance footage.

Of Jessica and Julianne meeting
at the House of Pies

the night before Jessica was murdered.

Meeting about what?

We don't know.

Julianne stonewalled.

For real.

Happy?

Ecstatic.

What did you mean last night
about helping Dad?

Nothing. I was drunk.

Tell me, Gabe.

Please, just forget it.

You know I can't.

The day of the search warrant,

Dad found out that the cops were coming.

He gave me a bag
and told me to get rid of it.

So I buried it.

What was in it?

I didn't look.

We've got to find out.

For confession to mean something,

you must have a penitent heart.

You and your guilt.

I've only done what I needed
to do to survive.

How is that a sin?

Maybe far from her,

but that doesn't mean
I haven't heard of who you are

and what you've done.

Have you forgotten

how you got that cross, brother?

Is what I did that day a sin?

Or is it forgiven because
it is you that was saved.

You've certainly been on a tear.

Mm.

If I were Maya Travis,

I'd have a bounty on your head.

Well, speaking
of our fearless prosecutor,

I hear she came a-knockin'.

I didn't talk to her, Ezra,

and I don't know why she was here.

Well, you must have some clue
as to what she wanted.

I mean, a hint.

A whisper of a hint.

No.

You know, I've been married four times.

You don't think I know
when I'm being lied to?

I'm guessing your exes do.

I'm in the mood for lemon meringue.

I hear they have a great one

- at House of Pies.
- So that's it.

Maya Travis has you and Jessica on tape

the night before she was murdered,

and why the hell
am I just hearing about it now?

Because our meeting was irrelevant,

and I don't want to get dragged
into the investigation.

Why were you meeting?

We got together from time to time

to talk about how
to co-parent the children.

You mean the children
who are in their 20s?

And Sunny.

She's not mine, but I feel
very protective of her.

Julianne.

If there's something you want to tell me,

something I need to know...

I'm not hiding anything.

You were one of the last people
to see Jessica alive.

The cops are gonna be looking
at your alibi.

You better make sure it holds up.

Thank you for coming by, Ezra.

Always a pleasure.

That berry color is so beautiful on you.

Huh?

Here.

- Keep it.
- Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

This is Riv. Leave me a message.

Hey, honey, it's me again.

Look, I know this looks bad,

but I did not see Matthew in Seattle.

You have to call me back, please.

Okay, I've got everything set up.

Now you just got to win them over.

You're gonna be fine.

You've got this.

You look great.

Thanks.

Action.

Live from our downtown studios,

the most-watched morning show
"In the Southland."

Our guest today, Los Angeles prosecutor

- Maya Travis.
- And we're live...

Four, three...

Hello. I'm Effy Collier.

It's been a while
since I sat in this chair,

but I'm thankful
for the opportunity to come back

to conduct this very timely interview.

My guest today, prosecutor Maya Travis.

So, Maya, you've been busy
these last eight years.

Not only did you plot a murder,

but apparently you've been
sleeping with my husband.

I really appreciate you
giving me the opportunity

to set the record straight.

Of course.

The media has really been
kicking you around

these last few days.

I men, lovers' pacts
and vengeful murder plots?

I think I saw that in a Lifetime movie.

I know Ezra Wolf did.

But what about the pictures
from the Seattle hotel?

Those looked pretty real.

Those are real.

I was there for
a Horse Breeders' Conference,

and apparently somebody took my picture

and posted it online.

Matthew was there
for a Bar Association meeting.

And the funny thing is
we never even saw each other,

which is a shame

because it would've been great
to catch up.

You two went through a It together.

We did. We were trench mates,

but that's all we were.

There were rumor.

Whenever a man and a woman work together,

people say they must be
romantically involved.

You've been away
from the DA's for a long time.

How does it feel to be back?

I've always loved being a prosecutor.

Every time we see you, you're so serious.

I'm dealing with a murder investigation,

not a baby shower.

But you're right.

Even my boyfriend says I can be

a little too all-business sometimes.

Maya, you should smile more often.

I'm so glad people are finally
getting to see the real you.

But the problem is,
this isn't the real me.

The real me is wondering
what I'm doing up here

dressed like a marshmallow peep.

The real me is wondering why
I'm sitting up here all alone.

What do you...

Matthew got swept up

in the same media avalanche as I did,

but he's not up here auditioning
for Miss Congeniality.

He doesn't have to humiliate himself

just so he can do his job.

But women, we have to be nice.

We have to be likable,

or we're dismissed as bitches or sluts.

That's why these rumors

that have been swirling around all week

have been so much harder on me

than your husband.

If I want to put a murderer away,

I can't play nice.

Smiles won't do it.

A trial is a battle,

and I have to come out swinging.

But I promise, I will smile

when Jessica's killer is behind bars,

and that'll be the real me.

And I look forward
to seeing every part of it.

Damn it.

#MayaOnFayah is back.

You're fired.

Charlie, gather the troops.

I want to talk about our next move.

Looky here.

Well, if it isn't the cowbo...

What was that about?

You had that one coming.

Yeah.

Hey, Effy.

Thank you so much. You were great.

I didn't do it for you.

I know you and Matthew
spent the night together

during the trial.

It won't happen again.

Talk to me.

I have the Mayor on line one.

Tell her I'm not here.

She said you'd say that.

Madame Mayor.

You saw the interview.

I thought the pink worked.

My PR person says we should hold a beat

on firing Maya.

Tell me you didn't pull the trigger.

- Haven't said a word.
- Good.

Bye.

Get Maya on the phone.

You buried it here?

Where we used to go camping?

Dad gave me the bag. I freaked.

This place just popped into my head.

Come on.

That's sand.

Jessica was murdered on the beach.

I kept telling myself
it couldn't be true.

I didn't want to believe it either,

but now we got to take this
to the police.

Don't do this.

Don't do this.

Dad.

What are you doing here?

Look, I know it looks bad,

but it's not what you think.

Then what is it?

No more lies.

This family is not a lie, son.

The love that we share
for each other is not a lie.

Why do you think you brought
the bag here?

The first time
that I've ever went camping

was right here with you guys.

Big action star couldn't put up a tent.

This place holds happy memories.

And those memories are not lies, son.

Stop talking.

I don't trust my memories
any more than I trust you.

Gabe, listen to me.

If you go to the police with that bag,

you'll hurt me,

but you'll shatter this family.

Your family,

and, son, you will regret it
for the rest of your life.

Please.

Please give me the bag.

Please.

Stop it.

Just...

Gabe.

Star, what did you do?!

Oh, no...

No.

I'm sorry. I can't.

He's my dad.

You didn't look half bad in pink.

Shut up.

What's going on with Julianne?

Well, I found another witness,
and you're gonna love this.

She and Jessica had a big fight

the night before the murder.

Really? About what?

Well, that's what we got to find out.

I'm gonna have to call you back.

I am sure you deserved that.

Hmm.

I love that you went
the extra mile to track me down.

You must have something really juicy.

As a matter of fact, I do.

Minimum buy-in at this place is $100,000.

You play Texas Hold 'Em... a lot,

but you don't win... a lot.

Maybe that's why my buddy at the IRS

says that your law firm's
on the brink of bankruptcy.

If that goes public,

you can kiss any future Sevvys goodbye.

And just imagine what Sevvy will do

when he finds out that his case
is the only thing

keeping your doors open.

Truth is, you need him

a hell of a lot more than he needs you.

Well, what do you know?

My little girl's all grown up.

Grown up enough to know
that this is over.

I'm out.

I want to make one thing crystal clear.

Every word I say is off the record.

If you tell anyone,

if you try to put me on the stand,

I will deny I ever spoke to you.

Tell me why you're here.

Jessica and I had been meeting
for a couple months,

ever since Jessica reached out
and asked me for advice.

Because Sevvy was beating her.

He hit you too, didn't he?

I told her that he would never change.

She needed to accept that and leave him.

How did she react?

It was hard for her at first,

but eventually she realized I was right.

She was all set to move out,
and that night...

The night before she was murdered?

...she said she was gonna stay.

What made her change her mind?

She said this time things were different.

He'd really changed.

Do you think that was true?

Absolutely.

But I knew it wouldn't last.

Did you tell her that?

I tried...

but she accused me of being jealous,

of trying to get rid of her.

I liked Jessica.

I wanted her to have a good life.

I knew that wouldn't happen with him.

But I'm not saying that Sevvy killed her,

and I never will.

Then why are you telling me all of this?

I saw your interview.

It struck a chord.

I appreciate the woman's
empowerment movement,

but what's the real reason?

Ezra came to see me this morning

asking about my last dinner with Jessica.

I know how he operates.

He's looking for his next fall guy,

and I have no intention
of letting it be me.

Thanks.

For what?

I was never here.

I have been calling and calling.

I was on the plane.

I was so worried.

I told you.

You do not have to explain.

- Ah.
- What happened?

I, um... stopped by Ezra Wolf's office.

Maybe punched him a little too hard.

- You're kidding.
- No.

I mean, how low is he gonna go?

Oh, my God.

Hold on.

Julianne.

Your dinner with Jessica,

how did you know I knew about it?

Ezra told me you had it on tape.

- What the hell is going on?
- It's Ezra Wolf.

There's a mole in this office.

Nobody leave until we find out who it is.

As of now, we're on lockdown.