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Oh!

- Welcome back.
- That's what I call a homecoming.

Damn.

What? What's wrong?

Our quickie went into overtime.

You got to go, now.

I've been gone for two weeks.

I missed you. Take the night off.

If I take the night off,
the show takes the night off.

And Louise would not like that.

That was fun.

Yes, it was.

But we can't have sex again.

At work, ever.

Consider it a celebration.

My boyfriend is now a federal judge.

You sure like saying that, don't you?

I'm proud of you, Your Honor.

Julia, we have a problem.

Louise is locked in her office.

I'm on it.

- See you later.
- Bye.

- Julia.
- Betsy.

Thanks for inviting me back on the show.

Of course. Just a heads up,

Jake Gregorian's your counterpoint,

and he's gonna give you a hard time

on the enforceability of
the new paparazzi laws.

I can handle Jake.

If he hits below the belt, so will I.

That's what I like to hear.

Aha, looking for you.

Darin, what do you need?

Meet your new production assistant.

Uh, interviews are set for Thursday.

As the network president,
I saved you the trouble.

Hey, I'm Ryan Mills, and I
really appreciate the opportunity.

- Your son?
- Ryan's your man.

Sure, he might've
spent the last few years

tooling around Europe
trying to find himself,

but he's back and ready to work.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Get a latte for Sergeant Betsy Powell.

- She's in the green room.
- No problem.

And submit the receipt to your dad.

Yes, ma'am!

"Ma'am."

That's my kid, and
that should be illegal.

Get out of his face.

Megan, line one's for you.

- Take a message.
- He sounded pretty insistent.

This is Megan.

Oh, wait. Slow down.

Louise?

Let's go!

Hair and makeup is on their way up!

Come on!

Now it's a party. My boss is here.

You have seven minutes.

Julia, this is Imran, my boyfriend.

We've met. I introduced you last week

when he was promoting
his album on your show.

Hi, again.

I like your vibe.

Thanks. I think.

Come on, Lou.

Sex in your office minutes before air?

Not okay.

I'll be ready. Don't worry.

Hey, boss lady.

How do you like your meat?

Nick, are we good?

Julia!

Is Jake here yet?

- Three minutes out.
- Listen, I have something.

Greg, we moved your
segment up to C-block.

- Julia...
- Can I get a graphics preview on 14?

Copy says "Governor Gary Brown,"

and the man's name is Jerry.

I have something big about Oscar Keaton.

- The tech guy?
- Yeah.

His car was spotted on
traffic cams at 2:00 a.m.

at a hit and run.

15-year-old boy's in critical.

Police were just dispatched,

but Oscar's barricaded
himself inside his home.

Big-ass standoff in the Palisades.

- Does Jake know?
- I don't think anyone knows.

Billionaire flees a crime scene,

and his attorney happens to
be a guest on our show tonight?

Karma is real.

Are we throwing out the rundown?

You bet. Jake can't know.

If he finds out before
he's on the air, he'll bolt.

My man Jake!

Hey, Tony. How's your
grandson at Loyola?

Made the Dean's List
three semesters in a row.

- Wow.
- Jake, I need you in the chair now.

Give me a call when he
needs an internship, okay?

Talk to you later, buddy.

Ah! I'm being assaulted.

I got witnesses.

So, um, I saw your boyfriend's
confirmation on the news.

Shook hands with the president.

- Don't.
- What?

I know what you're thinking.

How could you possibly know

I am thinking that
he is a boring elitist

- and you could do way better?
- There it is.

You know I'm saving
myself for you, right?

Oh, I'm in. Let's go to
Vegas for the weekend.

- Hell, let's make it a week.
- You're impossible.

I am so possible.

Go. Louise is waiting.

Cutting it a little close, huh?

You know, I saw the show's
new billboard on Sunset.

You look radiant.

Manuel, have the chopper go lower.

We're live in 20 seconds.

Louise, we're throwing out the rundown.

Fix your earring if you copy.

Oscar Keaton has barricaded
himself inside his house,

and Jake doesn't know.

Read your pocket screen.

And in 5... 4... 3... 2...

Good evening. We start
with breaking news.

An arrest warrant has been
issued for Oscar Keaton

in connection with a hit and run
that's left a 15-year-old boy,

Nathan Lloyd, fighting for his life.

Keaton is the founder of Paraspot,

a microblogging service

with over 100 million registered users.

Just a few moments ago,

we learned that Mr.
Keaton is resisting arrest.

He's with his wife, Sarah,

and Paraspot's Chief
Technology Officer, Levi Young.

We have Keaton's
attorney, Jake Gregorian,

with us tonight.

Jake, what the hell is going on?

I haven't talked to Oscar,

but I can assure you this is
just one giant misunderstanding.

Don't let him off the hook, Lou.

What kind of misunderstanding

leads a client to evade law enforcement?

If Oscar were guilty,
I wouldn't be here.

- I'd be with him.
- Ask him about the traffic cam.

If he's innocent, how do
you explain the video footage

that places Oscar's car at the scene?

Does this video footage
capture the image of the driver?

No, it does not.

No, but...

I don't dispute that Oscar's car

was involved in this tragic accident,

but Oscar was not behind the wheel.

Maybe his car was stolen, and
the creep took it for a joyride.

After all, there have been
three break-ins at Oscar's

over the course of the past two years,

but I'm sure you know that.

Oscar is surrendering. We have it live.

I've just been told that Oscar
is being taken into custody.

We have a helicopter on the scene.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

Keaton is perhaps one
of the most famous names

to emerge from the recent dot-com boom.

Growing up poor in East Palo Alto...

Whoa.

... he received a scholarship
to Stanford University.

You're looking at Oscar Keaton

being escorted to a
squad car in handcuffs.

How could you ambush me?!

It's breaking news. I'm doing my job.

The next time I have a
story, I'll go to Greta.

You know what? I'll go to Diane.

You know I will.

Oh, man.

That could not have gone better.

The show's already trending.

I got to plant the seeds of doubt

before the country rushed to judgment.

- I owe you.
- Are you kidding?

We're the only network
with live coverage.

Every morning show will
be running our clips.

Why'd you have Oscar barricade
himself inside the house?

Would you have thrown out the rundown

if he had simply been
taken into custody?

Probably not.

If you ever do that to me again,

I will come after you, so help me God.

Sorry, I'm looking for the green room.

- I have the...
- Go.

I got to run.

Tell Louise I went to go see my client,

who surrendered peacefully.

And tell your boyfriend he
doesn't deserve his new job,

or you.

Hmm.

Jake. Thank God.

How'd it go?

Before anyone said you were guilty,

we got to tell the world why you're not.

I need to know who else
had access to your car.

We know it wasn't stolen.

I'm not stingy with my keys.
It could've been anyone.

And just to be clear,
you're still clean?

No booze, no drugs?

I have a five-year chip in my pocket.

I'm sober, Jake.

You know I didn't do this.

I'm gonna need Sarah to confirm
that you were home all night.

I've been sleeping in the guest house.

You guys okay?

Yeah, we're... working
through some stuff.

There is something.

In my car under the
driver's side floor mat,

there's a compartment, and there's...

cocaine inside.

Oscar, you just said...

It's not mine, okay?

It's a friend's. We did an intervention.

I took his stash so
I could get rid of it.

Excuse me.

Uh, Detective Matthews, we're not done.

Jake, I'm sorry.

The boy, Nathan Lloyd,
died 20 minutes ago.

Mr. Keaton, you're being charged
with second-degree murder.

So, what happens now?

You listen carefully and
you do exactly what I say.

We need to talk.

We talk every day.

- Have you seen her yet?
- Seen who?

Come on.

No. Not yet.

Given the circumstances,
I have a suggestion.

- Hear me out.
- The answer is no.

Let me run point on Oscar's case.

- I said no.
- Jake.

You were in love with his wife.

A long time ago.

I am not just speaking as a partner.

As your brother, this is a bad idea.

I've been handling Oscar's
legal affairs for years.

Yes, but now we're talking murder two.

This case is different, and you know it.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, fine.

Convince me you don't have
feelings for Sarah Keaton,

and I'll let it go.

Excuse me.

Councilman Davis is
in the conference room.

He seems upset.

Come on, Bradley. Let's go.

Councilman, why are you wearing
a Confederate flag T-shirt?

I was at a sorority
costume party 12 years ago.

My girlfriend was Daisy Duke. I was Bo.

From "The Dukes of Hazzard."

Boss Hogg, General Lee.
We're familiar with the show.

- How can we help?
- Out of context,

this photo makes me
look insensitive at best.

- And a racist at worst.
- Yeah, exactly.

Look, a bartender from the
party e-mailed it to me,

threatened to go to the press
if I didn't pay him 100 grand.

Councilman, we know this
photo does not reflect

who you are as a man or as a politician.

Thank you. But if it gets out...

Your career's over.

And the election is
what, four weeks away?

Yeah. Bartender's timing is perfect.

Excuse me. Jake, Oscar's been processed.

- You should head to the courthouse.
- Thanks.

Councilman, bottom line,
extortion is illegal.

We'll set up a meeting. We'll
try to scare the guy off.

Oscar Keaton's bail
hearing has concluded,

and we've learned that
his wife has paid the bond.

There he is.

Client has nothing to say.

Mr. Keaton, have you
been offered a plea deal?

Mr. Keaton, did you hit that boy?

- Excuse me.
- Is it true you'd been drinking?

Oscar, do you have anything to
say to Nathan Lloyd's family?

Excuse us.

Oscar.

This accident was a tragedy.

While I'm innocent of the hit and run,

my prayers go out to Nathan's parents.

Excuse me.

This is your opportunity
to make a statement.

Thank you. Thank you.

My prayers go out to Nathan's parents.

That went great. Even
better than we rehearsed.

No one else talks to the press.

Right now, that's the
only sound bite out there,

so it's the only sound
bite the news can play.

Thanks, Jake.

Oscar, uh, don't answer your phone

unless you know who's calling.

- I just want to go home.
- No way.

No, the press has your place surrounded.

There's only so many times you can say
"no comment" before you look guilty.

We're gonna drop you at
the Beverly Palm Hotel.

Bungalow number three
is under Ken Williams.

What about Sarah?

If I go with you, it'll
just attract more attention.

She's right.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Anything at all?

Actually, there is.

You got exactly one
job to do here today.

That is convince the world
that Oscar is a hell of a guy.

No problem.

Levi, you never know what future judge

or juror might be watching.

10 seconds out.

You ready to do this?

Louise is gonna lob him a softball

and then throw him on defense.

I'm not sure what sport she's playing,

but it sounds like good TV to me.

And we're live in 3... 2...

Tonight, my guest is Levi Young,

Oscar Keaton's boyhood friend
and an executive at Paraspot.

Levi, you were with Oscar

during the Palisades
standoff, weren't you?

Well, I wouldn't exactly
call it a standoff,

but yes, I was there.

- Oscar's a generous...
- Get him to talk about Oscar's car.

Yeah, we're on the same page.

And you've been working
together how long?

13 years.

I hear Oscar owns a fleet
of luxury automobiles.

He's a collector.

Oscar is a really great guy.

He drove Oscar's i8
at least once a month.

Get to the i8.

Have you driven the i8 recently?

You're asking me about
the car from the accident?

You've driven it, right?

I'm sorry, what?

Mr. Young, where were
you two nights ago,

the night of the accident?

She smells blood.

Why would you ask me
a question like that?

It's a reasonable question.

Tell Louise to get a look at his keys.

They're in his pocket.

Jake, you didn't. That's so transparent.

My client needs reasonable doubt, Julia.

Louise, he may have an i8 key on him.

May I see your key chain?

If you have nothing to hide.

Viewers, this is a BMW i8 key.

No, that's...

It's not mine. That's not my...

I drive a BMW, but that's not my key.

Levi, is this the key to Oscar's car,

the car that killed young Nathan Lloyd?

I... I don't know.

Cut to commercial.

We'll be right back.

And we're clear.

Great job, Levi.

You son of a bitch, you set me up!

Relax. You'll be fine.

That's not even Oscar's car key.

Huh?

Like I said, anything
for a friend, right?

Hey, Megan, right?

Can I ask you something?

Guess I have time for
my boss's boss's son.

What's up?

I don't want to fetch lattes forever.

How do I... advance around here?

Dude, you've been working
here for like five minutes,

and you want a promotion?

I want to get ahead on my own,

not because I'm your boss's boss's son.

Ryan, what do you think
Julia does all day?

She produces the show.

She produces the news.

The number-one cable news program.

'She decides what the
country cares about.

She creates heroes and
monsters, victims and villains.

Julia George tells the
world when to pay attention

and what really matters.

Help her do her job,
and she'll notice you.

Thanks.

Gray fitted suit, stud
earrings, close-toed shoes.

Let me guess. You're an attorney.

And you're a fashion expert?

Three sisters and my mother's a lawyer.

You're cute, but I'm reading.

"The Economics of Corporate Law."

You don't give me five minutes,
I'm gonna ruin the ending.

One drink.

It's amazing, right?

Your phone's been blowing up.

Your girlfriend is gonna be pretty mad.

Don't have a girlfriend.

It's my dad.

Seven texts, two e-mails,

and one voice-mail about Sunday dinner.

Should have moved to the East Coast.

I got to answer mine.

Hey, boss, what's up?

The police are done with Oscar's car.

I need you to go with
Bradley to the impound lot.

I'll be right there.

Thanks for the drink.

I got to go.

My pleasure.

You think the cocaine's
still in the car?

The LAPD leaks like a sieve.

If they found drugs, we'd have heard.

So, I heard about the councilman's case.

The man's up for reelection,

and a 12-year-old photo
could change everything.

Why not just pay off the blackmailer?

If a politician pays
to protect a secret,

he'll be writing those
checks the rest of his career.

Got it.

So, I got under the sink,

and water is shooting everywhere.

I'm drenched.

What did you do?

I got into the crawl space
and I shut off the valve.

No, you didn't.

I had to. Otherwise the
whole house would've flooded.

I'm impressed.

Maybe the next time the pipes leak,

it'll be at our house.

You know, when we're ready.

I'd like that.

Sorry.

Damn it.

The D.A.'s requesting an
emergency bail hearing.

Right now?

I got to go.

I thought we'd go back to my place.

I made dessert.

Really?

I defrosted a pie. That counts.

Sorry, honey.

Justice calls.

Hey, you're working late.

Just filling up the Oscar Keaton file.

It's gonna be all Oscar all week long.

Fancy at the office.

What's up?

Dinner with my boyfriend ended early.

Official judge business.

Why do you have a file on him?

Oh, he's a news maker, right?

- Let me see it.
- I'd rather not.

What aren't you telling me?

I had no idea your Eric was Eric Jessup

till I saw him in your office.

Julia...

I recognized him from my old job.

At the escort agency?

I wasn't sure if I should say anything,

but I also didn't want
you to get blindsided.

Was he your client?

Only once... Five years ago.

I called my friend who
still works at the agency.

Eric goes by the name Henry Wolf.

He hired two call
girls in D.C. last week,

the night before his confirmation.

I'm so sorry.

I need some air.

Are you kidding me?

Ryan, what are you doing at my house?

- I have something to, uh...
- How do you know my address?

Please, take a look at this.

That's one of Jake's associates.

Yeah, Ella Benjamin.

And I'm pretty sure
she's holding cocaine.

I followed her to the impound lot.

It was in Oscar's
car. It's a good video.

You have to go.

Ryan.

Send me the video.

And good job.

What's it gonna take to keep
that video off your show?

An exclusive with Oscar by Friday.

Absolutely not. How did you get it?

I won't wait for tomorrow's show.

I'll put it online

right next to a link to Ella's
bio on your firm's website.

That video's irrelevant
to the hit and run,

but it could destroy Oscar's career.

Come on, Julia. You know me.

We don't lie to each other.

I believe you.

But I have to make the decisions
that are best for my show,

not your clients.

I can give you Sarah Keaton.

Deal. But for Thursday's show.

Wait. That was quick.

You wanted Sarah all along.

Have a nice night.

Are you here to visit Oscar?

Will you be making a statement tonight?

There you are.

What's going on?

Is Oscar all right?

I need a favor.

I'd like you to be a guest
on "Louise Herrick Live."

It'll help Oscar. Trust me.

Remember Spain?

Of course.

Took that train from
Salamanca to Barcelona.

Mm-hmm.

Only the first six cars
were gonna stop in Madrid,

so we had to jump while
the train was still moving.

Yeah, you did not like doing that.

You held my hand.

I've never trusted anyone like that.

If you want me to go on that show,

of course I'll do it.

Whatever you need.

Will you stay for a glass of wine?

That night in Barcelona,

you came to bed wearing
nothing but my blue tie.

And I had never been more in love

in my entire life.

Well, it was your one good tie.

That's not what I meant.

I loved you, too.

You know, I should, um...

I should go.

Hey. What's going on? Are you okay?

You sleep with prostitutes.

Julia, what are you talking about?

Henry Wolf hired two prostitutes

to the Willard Hotel Tuesday night.

What is happening right now?

What's happening right
now is that I have proof

you paid for sex the night before

your appointment to the 9th
Circuit Court of Appeals.

You gonna tell anyone?

Are you serious?

Those are the first
words out of your mouth?

Julia.

- I love you.
- Stop.

I do.

I'm gonna forget about you, Eric.

I'm gonna forget I ever cared about you.

I'm gonna forget you
ever mattered to me.

But every day you will
wonder if today is the day

I share your disgusting
secret with the world.

I might wait until you run for Congress.

Or the night before your confirmation

to the Supreme Court.

Who knows?

I will forget about you.

But you will never forget about me.

That is what is happening right now.

Julia.

Morning. You're here early.

Imran booked us a suite at
that new hotel in Malibu.

I'm in charge of supplies.

So, you're raiding our kitchen?

Gonna need sustenance.

LAPD. I got to take this.

Hey, Betsy, what's up?

Okay, I'll be right there.

The councilman's time is valuable,

so let's cut to the chase.

Extortion's a felony.

We want the photo destroyed.

No one's extorting anyone.

If councilman Davis doesn't
wish to purchase the photo,

my client will simply offer
it to the highest bidder.

I'm sure TMZ will be interested.

They can run it as
a, uh, public service.

Mr. Newsome, you own that

fancy new wine bar on Third, don't you?

I do. And when you pay me the 100 grand,

I'll be adding an outdoor patio.

Well, love a man with a plan.

- Mm.
- But here's the problem.

If you sell that photo to anyone,

we'll sue you for breach of contract.

We'll argue damages in the
exact value of your bar.

Excuse me, but exactly what contract

did my client allegedly breach?

On the night of the party,

he worked for a catering
company hired by Phi Delta.

The company signed a
non-disclosure agreement

binding all employees from
disclosing personal information,

including photos.

I wasn't an employee.

My roommate had a hot date.

I subbed in. No one noticed.

Hence, my client isn't
bound by this contract.

You have till end of day.

I came as quickly as I could.

The LAPD isn't releasing this

till they get their ducks in a row,

probably tomorrow
morning, but I owe you.

My heart's racing. What is it?

Security footage from a house
two blocks from the Keatons'.

It was captured 20 minutes
prior to the hit and run.

Look who's driving Oscar's car.

Oscar's wife.

Sarah Keaton was the driver.

Hello?

I need condoms and a bottle of Baileys.

Come again?

I'd go buy them myself,

but Imran's paparazzi's
crawling around the hotel, and...

This is completely irresponsible.

No, completely irresponsible
doesn't involve condoms.

Julia, men can have sex with
anything that isn't nailed down

and no one judges them.

But if I go downstairs to buy condoms,

I'll end up in Us Weekly with
the caption "Cougar Pounces."

That's not good for the show.

And the show always comes first, right?

Fine. You win.

I'll send the new P.A.

Great. Love you. Ciao.

Julia wants to talk logistics

about Sarah's interview tomorrow.

If I tap my pen three times...

I interrupt and change the topic.

I know the drill.

Jake. Thanks for coming.

I need a moment in private.

You. You work here?

I do.

And I was hoping to see you again.

- I never got your number.
- You followed me.

You met me at the bar,
pretended to hit on me,

and then you followed me.

That's how Julia got the photo.

All true, and seriously, I owe you.

You're an ass.

You would've done the
same thing for a client

or to impress your boss.

And I wasn't pretending to hit on you.

Come on, let me take you out to dinner.

Who knows? Maybe you can turn the
tables and use me for something.

And what could I possibly use you for?

Whatever you want.

I want Sarah on the show tonight.

We had a deal for tomorrow.

She's not gonna be available tomorrow.

Uh-huh. What do you know?

The police are issuing a warrant
for her arrest in the morning.

She drove the car.

No. No way.

I saw surveillance tape.

She'll be on the show tonight.

She'll be on the show tonight.

- Why would I lie to you?
- Cops have evidence.

The night of the accident,
I was in bed by 10:00.

I took a sleeping pill with some
herbal tea and I drifted off.

I swear, Jake, on my life.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What kind of sleeping pill?

It was an Ambien! I take
them once in a while!

What does it matter?

Ambien affects the brain.

In rare cases, it's been
known to cause sleepwalking,

sleep eating, even sleep driving.

Oh, God.

I killed that boy.

Listen to me.

If you confess before you're arrested,

we'll control the narrative.

Now, tonight you will go
on "Louise Herrick Live"

and you will tell the
world what you just told me.

You're not room service.

I'm the new P.A.

I have the, uh...

items you requested.

It's really nice to
meet you, Ms. Herrick.

Would you like to come in?

I have to get back to the studio.

You know, where I work now.

Mm.

Maybe next time.

Julia, Jake is playing you.

What are you talking about?

He's playing you. He's playing us.

When you told me about
Sarah's Ambien defense,

I went to the pharmacy
closest to her home,

figured I'd get some B-roll for tonight

and maybe talk to the pharmacist.

They're under oath not to disclose.

Yeah, and she wouldn't talk to me.

But then I turned on the charm
with the store manager, and...

Megan, what are you getting at?

Sarah bought the pills
the day after the accident.

Maybe she was just
refilling her prescription.

My source checked the PDMP database.

It was Sarah's first ever
prescription for that drug.

I think Sarah hit that boy,
and Jake figured out a defense.

You son of a bitch.

I am so tired of being
lied to this week,

and you of all people...

Slow down. What's going on?

Sarah Keaton wasn't on Ambien,

and you concocted
some ridiculous defense

and I almost fell for it?

- We have a deal.
- To never lie to each other.

To never... lie to each other.

So, I am looking you in the eye

and I'm swearing to
you Sarah was on Ambien.

She filled her prescription yesterday,

and it was her first.

You didn't know.

Sorry, Jake. It's been
a rough couple of days,

and I'm not just talking about work.

Is your boring, elitist, federal
judge giving you problems?

Yeah.

Well, say the word. I'll kill him.

Or at least have the
DWP shut off his water.

Don't worry.

Sarah will be on your show tonight.

I am not gonna go easy on her.

For all I care, throw her to the wolves.

A bombshell in the Oscar
Keaton case tonight,

only on "Louise Herrick Live."

Julia, have you seen Sarah Keaton?

She's not in hair and makeup.

She was supposed to be here at 4:00.

We're on in 20 minutes.

- Hey.
- Jake, where is she?

I spoke to her an hour ago. She
was on her way to the studio.

I'll call you back.

Oscar, what's up?

I need to see you. I'm at my house.

You shouldn't be there.

Sarah called me. She
told me to come over here.

Just get over here, okay? Now.

I just checked with
valet. Sarah's not here.

Uh, text from Jake.

He can't reach her.

So, we have no show and 10 minutes.

We are sitting on a huge story.

What?

- No. No way.
- What's going on, guys?

I recently found out
that my ex-boyfriend,

federal judge Eric Jessup,
has sex with prostitutes.

Jules, that makes him
a public figure creep.

- We need you in my chair.
- It's not gonna happen.

If you don't want to do
it, we support you, but...

We have other options.

We've been promoting a big show all day.

We need something big.

The show always comes first, right?

Two minutes to air.

You're all set.

I'm not sure I can do this.

You're a tough-ass bitch.
You can do anything.

Hello?

Oscar?!

Jake!

She's dead.

Someone killed her.

Oh, my God.

- Yeah.
- Jake, it's me.

I think Sarah Keaton's been murdered.

I'm about to go live.

Do you have a comment?

911. Please state your emergency.

I need to report a homicide.

Only a few minutes ago, we
learned that Sarah Keaton,

wife of tech billionaire Oscar Keaton,

is dead from an apparent homicide.

She was scheduled to be a
guest on our show tonight.

Police are responding
to a 911 call from Jake.

Police responding to a 911
call from Jake Gregorian,

her husband's attorney,
are now arriving on scene.

Front door was open.

We entered, called out for Sarah,

and that's when we found her body.

Is that accurate?

I tried to save her,
but we were too late.

... ongoing investigation
into last Sunday's hit and run

that killed 15-year-old Nathan Lloyd.

There's something I need to tell you.

It's about Sarah.

We can now confirm
that an arrest warrant

was about to be issued for Sarah

in connection with that accident.

Why wouldn't she have told me?

I would've supported her.

I would've done anything for her.

Mr. Keaton, the D.A. dropped
the hit-and-run charges,

but you're still a person of
interest in Sarah's murder.

Make sure he doesn't leave town.

"LHL" will continue to bring
you up-to-the-minute news

as this story unfolds.

I loved you, too.

I've never trusted anyone like that.

Jake.

Jake. I've been calling.

Have you seen the news? Sarah's dead.

Yeah. I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?

I'm heading back to the office.

I'll see you there.

Look, I hate to ask,

but are you with Detective Matthews?

Yeah, he's on the scene. Why?

All right, I've got an idea
how to help the councilman,

but we'll need Matthews.

All right, you get everybody together.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Detective, you got a minute?

I'm on my way to brief my lieutenant.

Uh, are you a fan of Councilman Davis?

- What?
- The councilman.

Supports the union,

got you guys unlimited
overtime on your last contract.

I got a favor to ask on his behalf.

Thank you.

Gentlemen. What's going on?

We'd like you to meet
Detective Matthews.

Mr. Newsome, are you aware that
furnishing alcohol to a minor

is in violation of
B&P code section 25658?

What kind of a question is that?

Well, it turns out Daisy Duke was
the social director of Phi Delta

and kept a video diary of the party.

- I'm not stopping.
- Whoo!

There is your client serving
alcohol to an underage Daisy.

- She was 19.
- That was 12 years ago.

The statute of limitations
has run. You know that.

Cassie, normally I like
dancing with other lawyers.

The push, the pull.
Hell, I get off on it.

But given my day,

I have neither the
time nor the patience,

so let me be perfectly clear
about exactly what I think

of your blackmailing, sleazeball client!

My brother is trying to say that

although the statute of
limitations may have expired,

the Alcohol Beverage Control Board

won't like the looks of that video.

Your client's liquor license
is up for review next month.

Are you threatening him?

We're simply letting
the authorities know

that your client has a
history of serving minors.

Consider it a public service.

- We'll destroy the photo.
- And we're done.

Thank you.

I can't...

You okay?

Uh...

Yeah.

I know how much Sarah meant to you.

- Whatever you need.
- I can't.

Not now.

- Jake.
- Yeah.

I know where Sarah was going
on the night of the accident.

What?

48 minutes before the hit and run,

she made a call to a
residential landline.

The route from the Keaton
house to that location

goes right through the crash site.

Text me the address.
I'm heading out now.

- Julia.
- What is going on?

Let's go for a ride.

What do you want?

We're here about a
woman named Sarah Keaton.

Never heard of her.

She's dead, so whatever you're hiding...

Drugs, sex... We don't care.

We're not cops.

I don't mouth off on
other people's business.

Buddy, if you close this door,

you're gonna be hearing
sirens in about five minutes.

Last week, she, uh, placed an order.

She was in a hurry, paid double.

Claire Gibson?

Why'd she want a fake passport?

I don't ask questions.

Look, she was supposed to
pick that up a few nights ago,

but she never showed. We done here?

Um... can I keep this?

How much cash you got?

I thought I knew this woman.

But I have no idea why she'd need this.

She... She must've been
afraid of something or someone.

I know Sarah was your friend, but...

Whatever it is that
had her so freaked out,

I need to know why she...

why she couldn't tell me.

Why didn't she trust me?

It's been a long day.

We should get you home.

No. I need to go to the office.

I got to concentrate. I need to work.

Jake, whatever happened to Sarah,

you'll figure it out.

I'll help you.

I'm here for you. You know that, right?

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Why don't you let me drive?

Okay.

Okay.

Police confirmed this morning

that Sarah Keaton was about
to be named their prime suspect

in Sunday night's hit and run.

It was "Louise Herrick
Live" that first reported

on Keaton's involvement
in that deadly crash.

Sarah Keaton was, of
course, married to O...

Morning, ma'am.

You can call me Julia.

Why didn't she trust me?

I thought I knew this woman.

I didn't mean to startle you.

I'm sorry I was a downer last night.

Can I take you to breakfast?

Unless you're busy.

Yeah. Um...

I'm good.

Let's go.