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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 walked out of the courtroom

and 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.

A detective
came by my place.

They always want
to talk to the ex.

How much?

$100,000.

I call, you jump,

or my next call will be
to the D.A.,

and you can kiss
your job goodbye.

I'm gonna hold
a press conference,

get it out there
that Sevvy was planning to flee.

I try my case in court,
not the press.

I understand
all of that, but --

-Maya's the lead on this.
-Great.

This case is about
domestic violence.

Sevvy Johnson killed
Jessica Meyer.

It's time to let Jessica speak.

He did it again.

He gave me this.

He gave me this.

Dad, are you seeing this?!

Baby!

Oh, my God,
it's been so long.

Oh, my God.

Did you do it?!

Did you kill Jessica?!

Sevvy, what are you doing?!
You're hurting me.

Answer the question.

This is insane.
I don't understand --

Did you kill her?!

No! How could you think that
about me?

Because you were jealous,

always asking me
was she good enough for me,

was she pretty enough.

You wanted her gone.

Of course
I wanted her gone!

Because every night
you were here with me,

you'd go home to her.

But that doesn't mean
I killed her.

I-I-I can prove it.
Please, let me call Mandy.

Let me call her, okay?

Don't be funny.

Mandy: Hey, girl. What's up?
Hey.

I was just telling a friend
about our Palm Springs trip,

and I can't remember
which weekend we went out there.

Seriously? We were just there
last weekend.

My ass
is still sunburned.

Right, but what day
did we come back?

Tuesday.

How wasted were you?

What the hell, Sevvy?!

I-I'm so sorry, babe.
I'm sorry.

You almost broke my arm!

I'll make it up to you,
I swear.

I-I didn't mean to hurt --
Do not.

What is wrong with you?

Look, I-I'm just really
messed up right now.

I'm just trying
to figure all this out.

Please don't.

Don't make me feel bad
for you.

You're right.

There's no excuse.

Look, babe,
all I know is being with you

makes me feel better.

And you do realize

that's why I fell for you,
right?

'Cause you see me.

The real me.

Is there a chance
that you can forgive me?

Please.

Yes, baby.

Hey, there, stranger.
You're up late.

I just finished
feeding the horses.

Takes a little longer
when you're by yourself.

I so wish I was there
right now.

I'm tired
of drinking alone.

I'm tired
of going to bed alone.

Me too.

I'm definitely missing that
right now.

Hey, I saw
your press conference tonight.

You got that son of a bitch
on the ropes, huh?

Maybe you'll win this thing
quicker than you thought.

I like the way
you think.

I have to get back
to work.

I'm sorry.
But I-I love you.

Love you back.

Bye.

Hello?

How do you defend
Sevvy Johnson

now that Maya Travis has exposed
his domestic abuse?

Alleged abuse.
Let's not jump the gun, Laura.

The video
hasn't been verified yet.

Those bruises on Jessica
are hard to deny.

Like I said,
I haven't verified the video.

The only thing that was made
clear in that press conference

is Maya Travis' obsession
with smearing my client,

who hasn't even been charged
with a crime.

But Maya Travis didn't only
go after Sevvy last night.

She went after you.

Are you responsible
for the death of Ben Mitchell?

Mr. Wolf?

Ben Mitchell
was a troubled man.

His suicide is a tragedy.

And I think it a shame
that Ms. Travis is using it

as a publicity stunt.

But the sad truth, Laura,

is that some people
will do anything to win.

Buck: Think anybody
will buy that crap?

What I need to buy
is time.

My reasonable doubt
jumped out a window,

and thanks to Maya Travis,
Jessica's ghost

just publicly eviscerated
my client.

Well, when it rains,
it pours.

Guess where Sevvy was
last night.

You, my friend,
have a client-control problem.

Where were you?

Uh, stuck on a night shoot.

Some Japanese cola ad.

Bloody mess.

You know what the scariest thing
about you is?

You're a brilliant liar.

Hey.

You make everybody
want to believe you.

Hey, where's all this
coming from?

What's happened?

Have you not seen the news?

You know I don't watch the news.
It messes with my head.

It's time
to let Jessica speak.

Jessica: He gave me this
when I said

I wasn't ready to leave
Ray's dinner party last night.

He gave me this
when we got home.

I had laughed too hard
when Gabe made fun

of Sevvy's crappy golf swing.

I am not gonna wait around
for him to change

and end up like her.

I'm taking these videos
to the police.

Oh, my God.

Now the whole world knows
that you abused her.

So do I.
No, no, you know
that's not the real me.

That looks pretty real!

Just calm down.

I was trying
to protect you!

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

You are a good son.

You always tell me that,

but only when you need
something!

That's why you trusted me
with that bag, right?

'Cause you knew that I would run
the extra mile for you,

that would earn
Daddy's love.

I'm out of here.
No, don't go.

I can't lose you, too.

Look. I loved Jessica.

No matter what
anybody says about me,

I didn't kill her.

You've got to believe me.

No, I don't.
No, I don't.

Hey, Gabe. Gabe?

Gabe!

Hey. Congratulations,
you're a meme.

What?

Your press conference
got 3 million views

and #MayaOnFaya
is trending on Twitter.

So I make a statement about
domestic violence and suicide,

and somehow
it's all about me?

Welcome back
to the spotlight.

At least this time
it's not about your love life.

I mean,
what was the rumor before?

That you and Matthew had
a secret love child?

Yeah, a ton of fun
to be back.

Speaking of which,
I got a present last night

from my biggest fan.

Your stalker?

He's back?

Same M.O.?

Maya, I'm calling somebody.
I'm putting a detective on you.

There is nothing illegal
about giving somebody jewelry.

I'm fine.

If you were fine, you wouldn't
be telling me about it.

This guy never escalated,

he never crossed a legal line.

I'm not really in danger.

Then why did I buy you a gun
eight years ago?

Because it was my birthday
and you worry too much.

Maya, you were scared.

Please, let's just drop this.

I need to focus on the case.

Maya,
you got five minutes?

See? Duty calls.

Four days in and you're already

hitting home runs.

How does it feel?

Aside from being
back in the spotlight,

it feels pretty damn good.

I bet.

But, um...

why don't you walk me through
your thought process last night

when you set up
this big show

and decided
not to get my approval?

Well, you were the one
who kept talking about

controlling the narrative,
so I controlled it.

I'm sorry, but eight years ago,
we were a team.

But I'm chief deputy now.

You can't blindside me
like that.

You have to get my permission
before you make the big moves,

especially when it comes
to the media.

Message received.

We're not a team,
you handle the media.

Got it.

So, where are we?

The press conference
was a solid jab,

but it wasn't a knockout.

We still don't have enough
to arrest Johnson,

and the family's
closed ranks.

But Jessica showed everyone
who Sevvy really is,

so we're gonna widen
the net.

Maybe we can get somebody
in his outer circle to talk.

Well, did you forget
how this works?

You tell me
the punches are coming

before they hit me
in the nose.

Maya didn't loop me in
on the press conference.

I can't warn you about something
I don't know about.

No, I don't take excuses,
sweetheart.

What am I supposed
to do?

Maya's a control freak.
She's shutting me out.

Pick a lock.

Crawl through the window.
Figure it out.

Dr. Daly: Okay,
take a big deep breath, relax.

My Zen vitamin infusion
is a great stress reliever.

I bloody well hope so,
Doc.

Glad to see you're getting
the best medical treatment

money can buy.

Hello, Ezra.

Carys.
Nice to see you again.

Could you give us
a minute?

I'll give you 10.

Oh, thank you.

Where the hell
you been?

I've been calling you
all morning.

Oh, sorry,
I can't answer the phone

when I'm on national TV

trying to explain away
Jessica's black eye.

You think
you pay me a lot?

You don't pay me enough.

I don't need a guilt trip
from my lawyer.

I pay you to defend me.
Mm-hmm.

And from what I saw
in the Laura Wu interview,

you're doing a piss-poor job
at it.

Let me tell you,
you're making it hard.

I just heard you had
a booty call last night.

You're supposed to be
the grieving boyfriend.

I am grieving.

It's not what you think.
I needed to talk to her.

Then you did a lot of talking,
did you?

This is not eight years ago,
Sevvy.

I worked a miracle
in that first trial

because the whole world loved
Sevvy Johnson.

They still love me.

Oh, yeah, you're huge
in Japan and Bulgaria.

Not our jury pool.

And Maya 2.0
just stuck a knife

in what little reputation
you have left.

Man, I hate that slag.

Then maybe you should stop
doing things that help her.

Hey, what you doing?

It's time
for a vow of celibacy.

Here is a new phone.

One number on it --
mine.

Now all I have
to worry about is

whatever the hell
is in your arm.

The press are
at your gate.

They'd love to get a load
of Dr. Carys Daly

and her magic IV.

Just relax, all right?

I've been hiding
from the press for years.

I know what I'm doing.

The house has a private entrance
down below.

Nobody saw her come in.

It's handled.

What?
There's a --

a way in and out of here
that nobody knows about?

Yeah.

What about
security cameras?

It's in a blind spot.

We're screwed.

No, I mean, we're so
far past screwed that
the light from screwed

will take a thousand years
to reach us.

What're you
talking about?

The only thing
we had going for us

was that your security camera
didn't show you

leaving the house
the morning of the murder.

Oh.

You're the miracle worker.

Figure it out.

You know what?

I'm almost glad
that you replaced me.

Is that a compliment
or an insult?

Grudging admiration.

That press conference
took balls.

So yesterday
I was wrong for the job,

and today you want
to be friends?

That sounds like an ask.

More like a white flag.

We got off
on the wrong foot.

But you got
a good team here,

so use your team.

I'll think about it.

Good news.

Operation Widen The Net
just paid off.

You found someone.

Sevvy's sidepiece.

Once a cheater,
always a cheater, right?

I went by some
of his favorite hotels

to see what girl
he's been bringing around.

And they told you?

Whatever happened
to discretion?

Yesterday, you reminded everyone
who Sevvy Johnson really is...

and they became
a lot less discreet.

The kitchen manager
at the Hotel Bel-Air

pulled some
room-service receipts

from the last time
that Johnson stayed there.

His girl signed
for a bottle of Dom.

So, you ready to meet
the other woman?

You're Dia, right?

I know who you are.

Then you know
why I'm here.

And you got it all wrong.
Sevvy didn't kill Jessica.

He came to me last night.

He accused me
of doing it.

He's a smart guy.

He knew we'd find you,
and he knew you'd tell us that.

Nothing could make me
help you.

Why?
'Cause Sevvy loves you?

I found four girls just like you
before the last trial.

Sevvy's a movie star.
He's got a lot of girls.

But you're the special one,
right?

Let me guess. Your first date
was at the Beverly Hilton,

fifth-floor suite?

First weekend away was
the Biltmore Santa Barbara.

He gave you
a rose gold bracelet,

said he was falling for you
because you see the real him.

Am I close?

Screw you.

You're not special, Dia.

Don't go to jail
for this guy.

Jail? What the hell
are you talking about?

Remember that DUI
you failed to appear for?

Dia Briseño,
you are under arrest.

What the hell?

Sevvy told me
you were a bitch.

From him, I'll take that
as a compliment.

Let's go.

"We condemn domestic violence
in all its forms.

Our agency is ending its
relationship with Sevvy Johnson,

effective immediately."

I mean,
can you believe that?

After all the bloody money
I made them,

they do me like this?

On bloody Twitter?

Well, they didn't have
much choice, did they?

I'm losing everything --

me career, me fans,

everything I've worked
so bloody hard to build.

I know how hard you worked.
I built it with you.

My own kids
won't even bloody talk to me.

Look,
I don't deserve this.

You created this.

If you're looking
for sympathy from me,

look elsewhere.

No. No, not you, too.

Look.

I need you, Jules.

It's Gabe.

He's packed his stuff
and left.

Look. I-I'm just worried
h-he's gonna say something

h-he might regret.

J-Just talk to him, okay?

I'm not Gabe's mother.
Why would he listen to me?

Just talk to him.

What is it
you're not telling me?

Nothing.

You want to keep all this

and everything we worked
so bloody hard to build?

Then help me.

Sevvy didn't do it.

You saw what Sevvy did
to Jessica.

Did he ever hit you,
Dia?

No.

Sevvy would never do that
to me.

Not at the start, but everything
is a pattern with him.

First it's a bracelet,
then it's a black eye.

Maya,
take it easy on her.

She needs
to know the truth.

If Sevvy
hasn't hit you yet,

it's only because you haven't
been around long enough.

Maybe you're right.

But I'd rather rot
in jail

than to help
a white bread bitch like you.

Have fun in lockup.

White bread bitch,
huh?

Perfect way
to describe Maya Travis.

She's like a raptor
in heels.

Is she going for it?

Let's hope Loni
can sell her part.

Dia: Glad I'm not the only one
who thinks she's a psycho.

We're not all like Maya.

She doesn't see
the human shrapnel

she leaves in her wake.

Yeah, she's selling it.

I don't want you
to be shrapnel, Dia.

Does he really do that
with everyone?

The Biltmore
and everything?

Every time.

God, I feel like
an idiot.

You're not.

Believe me, I have had bad men
in my life, too,

men who catch you
in a moment of weakness,

then take you
for all you're worth.

Once you give up
your power,

you become nothing
to them.

They own you.

Don't you wish
there was some way

you could just
take that power back?

Thanks so much for coming
on such short notice.

Ezra will be right out.
Don't worry about me.

I've spent plenty of time
waiting for Ezra Wolf.

Thank you, Charlie.

I can escort the good doctor
from here.

I have to admit, I was surprised
seeing you this morning.

I didn't realize you were still
treating Sevvy Johnson.

I divorced you,
not my patients.

Yes, you certainly did.

But not for lack
of consortium.

What do you want,
Ezra?

I want to talk
about Sevvy.

You must be as devastated
as I am

by what's happening
to him.

I know he's under
a lot of stress,

and I'm treating him
as best I can.

Oh, I'm sure.

But there's a way
you can help

beyond just the, um,
"vitamin infusions."

What are you getting at?

Sevvy's house has
a private entrance,

a secret entrance
that you know well.

Yes.

Have you used it a lot?

I use it when I visit.

Which must be
quite often.

Maybe more often
than you can even remember.

Get to the point.

Maybe you used it
the morning of Jessica's murder.

Wow.

You must
really be desperate.

I'm just trying
to help my client,

same as you.

Why are you representing
Sevvy Johnson again?

You won that last trial
by the skin of your teeth.

But I won.

I always win.

You'll have to win this one
without me.

Maya.

It's been
a long time.

Hi, Effy.
It's nice to see you.

Just need a signature
from Matt.

Maya, hey.
What's up?

Could we talk?

We just flipped
Sevvy Johnson's mistress.

Seriously?

He wants to meet her
at a hotel tonight,

and she's gonna wear
a wire.

I just need
your approval.

This is a man who probably
killed three women,

and you want to send
his mistress in with a wire?

We coordinated with the LAPD.
They'll be standing by.

I'm not sure
it's worth the risk.

It's not like
he's gonna confess to her.

I'm not expecting
a confession,

but maybe he'll say
something damaging

that can help us
make an arrest.

Sometimes you have
to take risks.

If this goes bad,
a lot of that blowback is on me.

Is that what this is about,
covering your ass?

The old Matthew
would have loved this idea.

I'm still
the old Matthew,

just a little older
and a little wiser.

Really?

You haven't stepped foot
in a courtroom in eight years.

I know I ran,
but so did you.

You just ran
behind your nice, safe desk.

I need to move on this.

You either trust me
or you don't.

I've always trusted you,
Maya.

Keep her safe.

It's a shame
that was his last album.

They say he had the voice
of a drug-addled angel.

What is this?

That is
the rising young rock star

you used to treat,
remember?

Whatever you think
you're doing, Ezra,
I already told you no.

What did he die of,
again?

Oh, right --
a prescription overdose.

But you were cleared
of any wrongdoing

because you were married
to me.

I helped you.

It's a shame
you can't return the favor.

Don't do this.

I already suffered enough
for what happened.

Oh, don't play
holier than thou.

You gave that kid
all the candy he asked for...

in exchange
for a down payment

on your tasteless
Newport Beach condo.

I made it disappear.

But I can make it reappear
if I have to.

I know you, Ezra.

Do you?

I know you're ruthless.

But this is different.

Mm.

Would you actually destroy me
to get what you want?

Yes.

Let's talk about
how you can help me.

Loni: This is it, Dia.

Sevvy gets here in an hour,
and in a perfect world,

you get him to confess
on the wire.

'Course,
we don't expect that.

So what if I can't?

Get him talking about
anything to do with Jessica

or the case.

If he talks enough, he'll
slip up and give us something.

Maya:
Ask him about the tapes.

Tell him
Jessica had no right

to expose
their dirty secrets.

If you get stuck, just remember,
Sevvy's a narcissist.

His ego
is his Achilles' heel.

Tell him
he's like the sun.

Anyone who flies too close
might get burnt.

That's pretty good.

That's just me talking.

You're gonna sell it.

You ready?

Yeah.

Is this too dangerous?

Dia was in danger
every time

she opened the door
to Sevvy Johnson.

We've taken every precaution,
and she's protected.

Hey, there.

How's it going
out there?

It's good.
Dia's in the room.

Sevvy should be there
in half an hour.

You have enough LAPD
standing by?

We're good.

You know, this is below
your pay grade now.

Just being thorough.

Look, Maya, I don't want you
going into this

thinking
I don't support you.

I do support you.

I just...

I wish --

I know.

You miss this.

Anyway...good luck.

I know it's tempting.

What's that?

Getting sucked back in,

falling into old habits.

I was just checking in
on the case.

Look, I know
this is complicated

with you and Maya
and your history.

That was a long time ago.

Effy, I'm not tempted
by anything.

Good.

Because we make
our announcement soon,

and if you're gonna be
the next district attorney,

we can't afford
missteps.

I did not give up
my journalism career

so we could play runner-up
to Wiest.

It's all gonna happen
for us.

I promise.

You just have to trust me
right now.

I do trust you.

I do.

How do you defend
Sevvy Johnson

now that Maya Travis has
exposed his domestic abuse?

Let's not jump the gun,
Laura.

That video
hasn't been verified yet.

Gabe: Hey, can we change
the channel?

Yo, can we change
the channel?!

Hey.

That TV's for everyone,
chief.

You don't like it,
go drink in your living room.

Why don't you mind
your business?

Hang on a second.

Hey, I know you.

Yeah. Yeah,
you're Sevvy Johnson's kid.

The white one.

You got the wrong guy.

Ah, no, no, no, no.

You're all over CNN.

You can't hide that face
from me.

Piss off, man.

Hey, let me ask you
something.

Hm?

How do you live
with yourself, man, huh?

Taking your daddy's money
all these years,

when everybody knows
he killed your mom.

-Whoa! Hey, hey!

Stop it!
That's enough!

Gabe.

Oh, my God.

I'm here.

I was gonna have Charlie
get you a drink,

but I see you've
made yourself at home.

I'm not staying long,

and I didn't drag my ass
all the way downtown

to party with you.

Now, why am I here?

I have a signed affidavit
from Carys Daly

saying that she made
a house call

the morning
of Jessica's murder.

This is crap.

It never happened.

Well, she says it did.

In fact, she says

she gave you a cocktail
of Oxy and benzos

and you were out cold
at the time of the murder.

That, my friend, is
what we call an airtight alibi.

Hold on.

You got an affidavit
from your ex-wife...

...and you think
that's gonna hold up in court?

Well,
she was barely a wife.

We were married
six months.

I haven't talked to her
in half a decade.

But her reputation is sterling.
I can make this stick.

I don't like it.

I don't need it.

I'm innocent.

Being innocent
and proving innocence

are two
very different things.

Sevvy, we are being killed
in the press.

If we don't stop
the bleeding,

we are just
chumming the water for Maya.

Her next move
could land you in jail.

This alibi
is our only way out.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to take it.

I want you
to memorize it.

From now on,
this is your bible.

First thing tomorrow,
we take back the pulpit,

and we preach.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Buck Neal.

Who the hell
is Buck Neal?

Ezra's fixer.
Maya --

I know,
we may be blown.

But l-let's just hear
what he has to say.

Buck:
Sevvy sends his regards,

but he won't be
joining you tonight.

Or any night.

Okay,
I don't understand.

So, Sevvy sent you
to break up with me?

I know it's a tough pill
to swallow, honey, but, uh...

maybe this will help --

50 grand
for your trouble.

I want to talk to him.

This is the last
you'll be hearing from him.

Now, you trust me.

This is the best
version of this.

Now, be a good girl.

Take the money.

You know what?
Screw you.

And screw Sevvy!

I'll show you
the best version of this.

I don't think
our cover's blown,

because that had
nothing to do with us.

Yeah, but without Sevvy,
we're still screwed.

Maybe we can
still salvage this.

We'll talk to Dia
when she gets back.

Valet: Hey!

Hey! What the hell
are you doing?!

Lady,
that's not your car!

Holy crap,
she just stole a car!

Where's she going?

She's pissed.
She just got dumped.

She's going to Sevvy's.
Follow that car.

Go.

I was gonna save your ass.

You son of a bitch.

What did she say?
She was gonna save him?

She was gonna
tip him off.

Oh, girl, no.

What the hell?

She's out of range.
We've lost audio.

She's gone.

Man: Get the shot.
Get the shot. Got it?

Woman: One question!

Open the gate,
you son of a bitch!

Sevvy Johnson!

Open this gate!

Just calm down, damn you.

What the bloody hell
were you thinking?!

There's paparazzi
out there!
How could you do that
to me?!

Send that creep
to the hotel?

What are you
talking about?!

Then you try to pay me off
like some whore?

What are you --
Screw you!

We've got something.

What hotel? What are
you even talking about?
She's in the house.

Sevvy's got her.
Don't play dumb.

You texted me
to meet you there.

No, I didn't text you,
baby.

Look --
Wolf took my phone.

See?

That's the car.
Pull over.

Does that mean you --

you don't want
to break up with me?

Well, Wolf did
a bad thing, okay?

But maybe he had
the right intentions.

Look, there's so much heat
on me right now.

Maybe we should just...
lay low.

Lay low.

Just until
things cool off.

Yeah, I-I...

I understand.

You're dealing
with a lot...

Yeah.
...and...

I saw those tapes
Jessica made.

You did?

They're hard to miss.

It's just so unfair,
what people are saying.

You know, those tapes
only show one side of you,

and I wish the world
could see what I see.

What do you see?

Baby, I see the sun.

And anyone who flies too close
might get burnt.

She's back on script.

That's my girl.

When I see those bruises
on Jessica,

it's like someone else
put them there.

That's not me.

I know, baby,
and I'm still here.

At least
for one more night.

Listen,
when all this is done,

when I clear my name,
I want us to be together.

For real.

When you clear your name?

Those tapes of Jessica
look pretty bad.

All that's about to change.
I'll be out of this mess soon.

How?

There's something
that hasn't come out yet.

Look, on the morning
of the murder,

I was at home, baby,

and now there's a way
to prove it.

You mean like an alibi?

I thought you --
you didn't have one.

No, no.
This is something new.

Wolf's got it all
figured out.

He's gonna get my doctor
to say she was here.

Oh, my God. She did it.
She pulled it off.

Wolf created
a fake alibi?

I mean, just when I think
he's hit rock bottom,

he goes lower.

Our girl took
her power back.

Mm-hmm.
Good for her.

You've already
given me so much.

Thank you.

Now, let's get you
the hell out of here.

I've got a private way out,
no paparazzi.

Okay.

There are fresh towels
in the bathroom.

You can stay
as long as you like.

You didn't tell me
how you found me.

Your dad was worried
about you.

He told me
where you like to go.

I'm just glad
I got there when I did.

What on Earth possessed you
to get into that fight, Gabe?

It's not a big deal.

It is a big deal.
Mm.

Your dad's not the only one
that's worried about you.

Are you okay?

Nothing is okay.

I don't know what to do.

I just feel really...
alone and...

You're not alone.

I'm gonna help you
through this.

Maya:
Keep the change.

Oh, thank you.

47!
Your order's up!

48!

Spicy pork?

Ezra: Ooh. Hm.

I prefer my tacos
poolside in Cabo.

Why am I here?

Sevvy: There's something
that hasn't come out yet.

Look, on the morning
of the murder,

I was at home, baby,

and now there's a way
to prove it.

Dia:
You mean like an alibi?

I thought you --
you didn't have one.

No, no.
This is something new.

Wolf's got it
all figured out.

He's gonna get my doctor
to say she was here.

How the hell
did you get this?

Doesn't matter
how I got it.

That's your client on tape
telling his mistress

about the fake alibi
you cooked up for him.

You ran a wire
on Dia Briseño.

Hmm.

Well, that won't go
as far as you think,

'cause I didn't hear
"fake alibi"

anywhere on that tape.

Wolf, first you drive
Ben Mitchell to suicide --

That was not my fault.
Of course it was.

He took a swan dive
off a 20-story building

because of
what you did to him.

Not everyone can
take the high road, Maya.

Personally, I think the air
up there's a little thin.

This isn't about the high road
or the low road.

This is about
the end of the road for you,

because I'm not just building
a case against Sevvy now.

I'm building a case
to get you disbarred.

And this is
Exhibit "A."

You sure you want
to play that game?

Yes, I am sure.

And one more thing.

I know about
Sevvy's secret entrance.

He used it to sneak Dia
off his property.

It is a massive hole
in your case,

and I'm gonna drive
a freight train through it.

You're finished, Wolf.

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

How much paperwork can there be
for one stinking wire?

Your reward
for pulling an all-nighter.

You remembered.
Porto's.

How could I forget?

You and me,
our first wire in Burbank.

100 degrees.

We sat there all night,
came up with nothing.

We got a box of these,

and we watched
the sunrise.

How's our witness?
She's good.

A little shaken.

CJ's taking her
to the safe house in Oxnard.

Sounds like
quite a night.

Should've been there.

No, really.

I've never
seen you happier

than when you're in
the trenches, doing the work.

You should have
been there.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

I know being chief deputy
is important to you,

and I have no right

to judge the choices you made
while I was away.

But I wonder...

is this really you?

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

Working the case?

No.

Having you back.

Enjoy.

Ezra:
Oh, is this your car?

I thought
it was D.A. Wiest's.

My mistake.

What the hell
are you doing here?

You look like
you had a rough night.

Maybe it was because you were
running a wire on Dia Briseño.

You think
I wouldn't find out?

Get your hands off me.

Maya's still
freezing me out.

I wasn't
a part of the wire.

You know, in all my days
on this Earth,

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

I'm not lying.

We'll see.

Keep walking.

It's a pleasure
doing business.

You ever need
anything else --

a cousin
you need roughed up --

I said it was
a one-time thing.

I meant it.

Okay.

This is not going the distance.

Put 20K under the line.

Where the hell
do you get off?!

You think you can get rid of Dia
without asking me?

Dia Briseño
was a liability.

She needed
to be dealt with.

Dealt with?
Yeah.

Yeah? Well, thanks to you,
this is now trending.

They're calling her
the "Fast and Furious Mistress."

Mm.
Yeah.

I want to go public
with the alibi now.

Well, funny
you should mention that.

We no longer have
an alibi.

Apparently, your pants
are not the only thing

you can't keep zipped.

What are you
talking about?

Last night, during
your rendezvous with Dia,

she was wearing a wire!

Maya Travis has you
blabbing on tape.

What?

You blew it, my friend.
Your alibi is dead.

You're blaming this on me?

If you'd have stayed
the hell out of my life,

none of this
would've happened.

You know what?
I'm better off without you.

You're fired.

Do it.
Fire me.

I'll just go
straight to the press

and tell them
I fired you,

and that will
crush you.

But it'll crush you,
too.

Don't act like you don't
bloody need me, Wolf.

Yeah.

My money, my fame
built all of this,

and you bloody know it.

Good point.

Every time you make
a stupid mistake,

it's very good
for business.

Lucky for me,
you're on a damn roll.

Oh, which reminds me,

I need another million
to get us out of this mess.

Oh, I got
your bloody million.

Sevvy! Sevvy!

There's your million.

You think
this is a game?

No --
This is my life!

There's still
a way we can win.

We've been playing
the short game.

Now we need to play
the long game.

Sevvy, think.

Who's the real enemy here?

Who released the tape?
Who turned Dia against you?

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

Maya Travis.

Maya Travis.

What are you gonna do?

I'm going to destroy her.

Whoa.

Thank you.

Hey. Riv Allgood.

You must be Michael.

Michael Chapman.

It's a beautiful place
you got here.

Thank you.
Yeah.

So, you're in the market
for a horse?

I am.

Let me give you a tour.