Previously on season one of "How To Get Away With Murder"...
Lila: I met a new guy. Mr. Darcy.
A woman's body was found inside the Kappa Kappa Theta house.
Reporter: Two suspects,
Griffin O'Reilly and Rebecca Sutter, were arrested.
Rebecca came over. Next thing I know,
we're in the middle when Lila walked in.
And that's when I see Rebecca smiling.
I knew then she set the whole thing up.
- Let's go. - Griffin's gonna pin it on you!
Your client just confessed. Got it all on tape, too.
I didn't kill her. They made me say those things.
There was nothing going on with me and that girl.
Sam, why is your penis on a dead girl's phone?
So, how did you end up with her phone?
She left it at my apartment the night before.
Lila was six weeks pregnant.
I bet you did... Killing her, huh?
You enjoyed it, didn't you?
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God! - Michaela!
You have to get here right now!
Michaela: Get him off her! Do something!!
Annalise: Were you able to pinpoint Mr. Keating's phone
on the night of August 29th?
I was. 3204 Spruce Road.
That's the address
of Kappa Kappa Theta sorority house.
Bryce: You recognize this ring?
I gave it to my husband on our wedding day.
- Any idea why we found it in the woods? - I'm on it.
Former Philadelphia detective Nate Lahey was arrested
in connection with the death of Professor Sam Keating.
- Wes: Rudy? - He's the freak who lived here before you.
She said he had a nervous breakdown.
Actually it was a drug overdose,
which put him in a mental institution.
Wes: You know her, right?
- Her name's Rebecca. - Wet.
"Wet"?
The water tank.
[Keys jingle]
Laurel: You're reaching.
He pointed at her photo.
And said "wet."
Maybe he'd just seen her getting out of the shower.
On the night Lila died?
Then, the next time he looks at a picture of Rebecca,
all he can say is "wet"?
Finally!
I'm a jerk.
Uh, I just got...
Bound up in work, and...
Then pick up the phone when your girlfriend calls
- and tell her that. - My phone died.
Nobody in the library had a charger?
I'm sorry, okay?
I'm sorry.
Lila was in the water tank, not the person who killed her.
Yeah. Maybe she drowned her.
No, the autopsy would've shown that.
[Sighs]
- I need to ask her. - No.
If I'm wrong, she'll clear it up.
Or she'll freak out, Wes.
You know her.
Rebecca: Is something wrong?
What do you mean?
I just feel like something's wrong
and you're not saying anything.
Nothing's wrong.
You sure?
Rebecca was the one Sam attacked
and the only one of us who didn't help us get rid of the body.
That is what she's gonna tell the police if she gets scared.
She can screw us all, Wes.
I've been stressed, distracted,
yeah, more than I've admitted,
but...
It has nothing to do with you...
At all.
Wes: We should tell Annalise.
Tell her what?
That Rebecca maybe killed Lila,
which means what we did to her husband was all a giant mistake?
Please tell me how that's a good idea.
No, we go home, we act normal,
at least until we know more.
Promise me you'll do that.
Rebecca: You promise you're being honest with me?
I'm always honest with you.
I love you.
[Both breathing heavily]
- Just shut up, okay? - Shut up?! What do you mean, shut up?!
Lila, I have no idea what you're talking about!
I don't need this right now.
- I don't need all this, like, talk, okay? - What do you mean you don't need this?
Okay, you just came into my house and started yelling at me!
What happened? Shut up!
- What is wrong with you right now? - Stop, okay?!
Tell me what happened, and I can fix it. You...
- Take it! - No!
- Just take it! - No, not until you tell me what happened.
Nothing happened. I... I just don't want to do this anymore.
Okay, look, if you don't want to deal anymore, that's fine,
but at least tell me what's going on.
I'm getting back together with Griffin.
What, are you crazy? Why?
I love him.
- No, you don't. - I do.
Why the hell do you care so much?
Because he's bad for you.
You know that. He's trying to control you.
And, yeah, Darcy's an ass,
but at least he's not trying to make you feel like a slut
for having a sex drive!
[Voice breaking] Everything bad that's happened to me
- is because of you. - What...
What are you talking about?
[Crying]
Ever since I met you, I've started acting crazy.
What, because you had sex?
How is that my fault?
I would have never even flirted with Darcy
if you weren't in my head all the time.
Okay, um...
Look, okay, I know you're upset.
I get it.
But I'm... I'm your friend.
I'm the only friend you have,
according to what you've been telling me over and over again.
So, maybe if you could just t...
[laughs]
I was just trying to make you feel better.
You were just a way
to escape my stupid life for a little while.
I was bored and confused,
but I'm done acting like some trashed-out druggie whore.
That may be fine for you,
but my parents raised me better.
Get out of my house.
And don't ever call me again!
That's what I've been trying to tell you...
I'm not going to!
You need something?!
[Both breathing heavily]
Mm, no. No, no, no!
No.
Oh, come on.
I've been a good boy for so long.
Now I just want to do something bad.
We need to get tested.
- What? - You're a drug addict
who cheated on me with some stranger.
And how many other guys has your penis touched since then?
See?
You can't even remember. You're a slut.
- Hey. - Now, I'm... I'm... I'm...
I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with that.
I just... you know, one in five gay guys is HIV-positive,
and half of them don't even know it.
Okay, Dr. Oliver.
I get it.
I just want to do this the right way.
We can go to the clinic together.
It'll be romantic.
You're insane.
But smart.
Think about how much better the sex will feel
when we don't have to worry.
I-I hate you.
That thing I feel in your pants is telling me a different story.
Judge, my client has extensive ties to the community,
no prior record of any kind,
and an ailing wife in hospice care.
She's got stage-four ovarian cancer.
Oh, don't play the cancer card in my courtroom, counselor.
Without weighing in on the guilt or innocence of the defendant...
Traffic.
Darn.
I was hoping you got laid.
[Both breathing heavily]
My heart goes out to Mrs. Lahey,
but given the gruesome nature of the crime,
coupled with the defendant's police background
and the potential for flight risk,
I am denying the request for bail.
Stockton: Judge, please, there's no reason...
The court's made its decision.
Put your energy into the trial, counsel.
[Gavel bangs]
We are gonna get through this, okay?
I'm gonna do everything I can.
[Indistinct conversations]
Frank: He didn't stand a chance in there.
Judge Redding's punishing him
for what this is doing to the police department's image.
[Sighs] He's an idiot for not firing that lawyer.
You can't get involved, Annalise,
- not if you don't want them to... - Don't tell me what I can or can't do.
Look at that... The team's all here.
You're the one client I can count on to be on time.
Let's go.
Annalise: This is your life on the line, father.
I'm gonna beg for the possibility of parole,
but it's not gonna happen
unless you convince them you deserve it.
I murdered a fellow man of the cloth.
I deserve no concessions.
You asked God for his forgiveness, right?
So, now you have to ask the court's.
Convince them that you're remorseful,
and if you feel yourself breaking down, that's okay.
The more emotional you are...
You mean give a performance?
Lie?
You can't tell me that there aren't times
you spout sermons you don't believe in.
This is no different, father.
Who the hell is she?
Father?
Agnes. She works at the church.
What if I wanted to change my plea?
You pled guilty at the arraignment weeks ago.
I know. What if I changed my mind?
Be honest with me. Are you two...
No, absolutely not.
I've never been unfaithful to God in that way.
Then why did her coming into this courtroom
cause you to change your mind?
Tell me what's going on.
Nothing's going on. I just...
I want to fight this, that's all.
When we met, you said you'd keep me out of jail,
so that's what I'm asking you to do.
Please.
- Bailiff: All rise. - Judge: Keep your seats.
This is the sentencing hearing
in the case of the commonwealth vs. Andrew Crawford.
I understand that the state has agreed to...
The defense has a request, your honor.
[Sighs] Which is what, counsel?
My client would like to withdraw his plea.
[Spectators murmuring]
What's the withdrawal based on?
Father Crawford felt pressured to take the plea.
Your honor, we pressured the defendant in no way.
The state did not pressure him.
Then who was it, Ms. Keating?
Me, your honor.
At my first meeting with my client,
I was in the middle of a major personal crisis,
as the court probably knows.
I didn't take the time
to properly explain his options to him.
That's my mistake, not father Crawford's.
And now that I've had the time to look over the case,
he's changed his mind.
Please don't punish him for my own error.
[Up-tempo music playing in distance]
Griffin: What's in this again?
PCP. [Exhales sharply]
Doesn't that crap make people jump off roofs?
Yeah, if you're a dumb-ass.
[Sniffs]
So, does Lila know you're here?
No.
Why?
I was kind of a jerk earlier.
- Mm, shocker. - Come on.
You don't feel like she's been kind of weird lately?
Eh, a little, I guess. Why?
You think something's going on?
I don't know.
Just...
She barely wanted to hang out all summer,
and then, all of a sudden, she's up my ass.
She wants to hang out all the time,
- and she cries when I say no. - Mm.
I got enough pressure without her being needy.
You know?
Yeah.
[Exhales sharply]
[Laughs]
You know, this is my first time in an actual frat house.
Seriously?
My parents didn't give me $100,000
- to throw away on college, so... - Mm.
[Chuckles]
Hey, you want to, uh...
Give me a tour?
[Door opens]
[Sighs]
Hey. Here you go.
Thanks.
Kind of, uh, snuck up me.
[Chuckles]
[Chuckling] Lila's gonna be pissed.
Lila's not gonna find out.
Back at my room with her, clothes are off...
[Breathing heavily]
What is that?
The transcripts from Rebecca's first police interview.
Okay, but why?
And where did you find them?
These files are in the cellar.
You stole files from Annalise?!
We can't talk to Rebecca directly, fine,
but we can go over all the things she's said about that night
- and see if her story makes sense. - Wes...
Wes, if Annalise sees that...
In... in... in her police interview,
Rebecca said that she left and went home
after Lila caught her with Griffin,
but in the confession tapes,
she said she went to Lila's sorority house.
- Yeah, and that confession was coerced. - Or was it?
Michaela: What's all the whispering about?
[Sighs]
Kan and I had a fight. I was just venting.
You two talk about your little love lives?
Cute.
- What do you want? - The judge just accepted
father Andrew's "not guilty" plea,
so Bonnie wants us to take a field trip.
Your client has admitted that they've committed a crime.
How is it possible to argue a "not guilty" defense?
Why is that not considered perjury?
Ms. Liebowitz.
Liebowitz: Two reasons...
One, it's not sworn testimony,
and two, entering a "not guilty" plea doesn't mean "I didn't do it,"
it just means that the state
has to prove every element of the crime
beyond a reasonable doubt.
And that heavy burden
is a defense attorney's best weapon,
and you got to milk it for all it's worth.
Joe: About 10:00, I come through
to light a candle for my wife, who passed last year.
I come around this pew here, and I see father Bernard
laying there with his head cracked open.
You never seen so much blood.
The wall was sprayed with it.
His Bible, sitting on the floor beside him,
was practically floating in it.
Want to rack up a couple sins,
give the good lord a little show?
Then I saw the thurible laying next to him on the ground.
"Thurible"?
The murder weapon.
Joe: Usually holds the incense, but that's what did him in.
According to what you told police,
father Andrew was the first person you suspected?
I heard them fighting earlier that week.
Father Andrew hoped to take over as head pastor
once father Bernard retired,
but father Bernard wasn't seeing it go that way.
Annalise: And what about your own ethics?
You know for a fact that your client is guilty.
They've told you as much.
And yet you have to stand in front of that jury every day
and lie to their faces.
Is it fair to assume that you and father Andrew are close?
Um, well, I'm close with all of the priests.
Yes, that's my job, to allow the priests
to focus on their divine office and their teaching.
Is there anything that you know
that could help in father Andrew's defense?
I assume that's something you're interested in.
Why would I want to do that?
Because just the sight of you in the courtroom
gave him second thoughts about spending 30 years behind bars.
I know what you're implying,
but father Andrew is a pious man.
A man you love.
Well, it's not like we're in a position to act on that.
We've made our choices.
Excuse me.
You lie to yourself.
That's how you do it.
You lie.
And you tell yourself
that that client who you know did it did not.
Because dwelling in that truth won't let you do your job.
Michaela: A student killed himself?
Brian Kamens. He hanged himself in his grandma's garage.
Let me guess... he was an altar boy getting the...
Holy treatment from some of the priests here?
Not all priests are pedophiles.
- Since when? - Truth.
Zach: Brian and father Andrew
spent a lot of time in the dark room together...
Doing... Photography.
Then he killed himself.
That tell you enough?
Were you molesting Brian Kamens?
Of course not.
Father Bernard confronted you about what you did to Brian,
- and he was gonna report you. - I did not touch that boy.
You had to silence father Bernard
because he knew your dirty little secret.
How dare you?
I humiliated myself in court for you, father.
You do not get to lie to me.
[Sighs]
Brian and I spent considerable time together.
The dark room had become
a place where he felt safe enough to tell me, his friend,
what was troubling him...
That he was being abused by someone.
And shortly after his death...
I came to learn that person was father Bernard.
That's why I killed him.
And I'd do it again.
I was devastated knowing that Brian had been abused,
that whoever did it had driven him to kill himself.
I wanted to find that monster.
I prayed on it.
And then, one night, God brought him to me.
Father Bernard: Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.
He never mentioned Brian by name.
I tried to stop myself... I did...
Praying to God for his mercy,
but each time I went near him...
I couldn't stop myself.
Father Andrew: I finally had my answer.
Give thanks to the lord, for he is good.
For his mercy endures forever.
Father Andrew: I thought about breaking the sacrament,
reporting what he'd told me,
but I knew they'd just transfer him...
that he'd find another Brian.
I waited for the guilt to come,
and when it didn't, I was confused.
Part of me wondered if I hadn't done his will...
For Brian.
I know what I did was wrong.
I just don't feel it was wrong.
Michaela: So we plead manslaughter instead of murder?
We can't. Father Andrew feels that it's a sin
to testify to what father Bernard said in the confessional booth,
and evidentiary law agrees with him.
So, without that piece of information,
we can't convince a jury this was manslaughter.
What about the "Thorn birds" angle?
The miniseries?
You know, Richard Chamberlain, he's a priest,
gets down with his lady friend? It's pretty good.
Both Agnes and father Andrew
claim that their relationship was platonic.
Well, yeah. That's what I used to tell my parents
about me and our neighbor, Cole.
It's not an angle we can work right now.
Keep thinking.
Was I right, or was I right?
[Irish accent] It all comes back to the diddlin' priests.
So, you're happy
a boy was sexually abused and then killed himself?
No, I'm happy because I'm awesome sauce.
Now what?
The detective's notes on the murder book.
He has Rebecca at Griffin's fraternity
a little after midnight, right?
Mm-hmm.
[Both breathing heavily]
[Knock on door]
[Door opens]
Get the hell out of here!
Lila: Griffin?
[Voice breaking] I got your text.
Lila.
You still think he's worth it?
You stupid slut!
[All shouting]
- How could you do this?! - Get off!
I never want to see either of you again!
[Crying]
Screaming, scratching me.
That's why my DNA is under her nails.
And that's when I see Rebecca...
Smiling.
Wes: The police report
says people saw Lila leave the frat house
around 12:30 A.M.
Then some guy from the basketball team
saw someone fitting Rebecca's description
between 1:00 and 2:00 A.M.
An eyewitness?
Why didn't we ever hear that?
He identified a different girl's photo.
So, it wasn't Rebecca.
Or he just picked the wrong photo.
In his statement,
the basketball player said he saw Rebecca on spruce road.
That's near Lila's sorority,
which means Rebecca didn't go home after the fight
like she said in her first statement,
she went to the sorority house,
which matches what she said in her confession tape.
[Cellphone vibrating]
No, answer it, so she doesn't get suspicious.
Hey.
Hey. Uh, look, I'm gonna be home late tonight.
Bruce got boned by a couple of his bartenders, and he's short,
so I just got here to pick up a shift.
At the bar? Really?
You sure you want to go back there?
Yeah. It's one night. I could use the cash.
You should come by after work. Free beer.
I don't know, um...
I think we're gonna be stuck
working on this case for a while.
Yeah. Okay.
I love you.
Love you too.
[Sighs]
Father Andrew: I cannot betray my vows.
Of course you can.
You just get up on that stand, and you testify
that you killed a pedophile that drove a boy to kill himself.
The D.A. will knock it down to voluntary manslaughter.
You might even get to walk.
The sacramental seal is inviolable.
I will not betray it.
You won't betray an institution
that created the environment for the abuse to occur?
Father Bernard's sin is his alone.
Why should it influence my commitment to the lord?
- You killed someone. - What would the lord think about that?
I did something terrible, yes,
but that doesn't mean that I can continue down that road.
Even if it means staying out prison,
getting to be with the woman you love?
Agnes and I never acted on our feelings!
[Breathing heavily]
[Sighs]
Life is messy, father.
We all have to make compromises in order to be happy.
That's a terribly cynical way to live.
- Well, I have my reasons. - Really?
What are they?
[Groans]
Come.
Cast your burden on the lord, and he will sustain you.
I'm your lawyer. Exactly.
My job requires the same level of confidentiality as yours.
No God should forgive me
for all the bad things that I've done.
I'm wasting both of our time.
Don't worry, I still plan to win your case,
even if you refuse to help.
Asher: [Ditzy voice] I'm so confused.
Does the book go here?
Or maybe I should put it...
Here.
[Normal voice] This is exactly the book I was looking for.
My office, Frank.
[Sighs]
Is your connection at the central jail still good?
Maybe. What's up?
Do you have the connection or not?
Is this about Nate?
Something happen to him?
Not yet.
How many sexual partners have you had in the last year?
An estimate's fine.
20?
So, less than two a month?
[Chuckles]
Okay, probably, uh, probably more like 30.
40, I...
How often do you use a condom?
Always.
Well, okay, you know, I mean,
definitely when I'm on...
The bottom bunk, and I'd say...
80% on top.
You know, some guys ask me not to, and I...
I heard it's harder to contract if you're...
- On the top bunk? - Yeah.
That's wrong.
You can contract HIV giving and receiving.
Has your current partner or any former partners
ever been diagnosed or treated for an std?
[Sighs]
Connor: You're right...
This is so romantic.
It will be in 20 minutes
when you get your results and we go home to celebrate.
You know, I, um...
I actually have to go to class.
- Esther: Oliver? - Yeah.
[Chuckles] Wish me luck.
Uh, excuse me, could...
Could you give me my results over the phone?
Yep.
I'll call you when I hear.
Bonnie: Annalise?
What?
It's Nate.
He was attacked last night in jail.
Some guys beat him up pretty bad, but he's going to be okay.
Oh...
That's what you and Frank...
How else were we gonna get him out of jail?
Annalise...
Judge Redding already denied
the request for a new bail hearing.
She ordered him to be placed in solitary instead.
[Sighs]
Where's Mr. Millstone?
Um, in class, I think.
Call and tell him that we're gonna need his help.
I don't like this.
We got orders.
He's the only one who's anonymous in all of this.
We could be compromising his future.
Since when do you care so much about doucheface's future?
I heard my mad skills were desired.
- We need help on father Andrew's case. - Sweet.
Anything that makes me look better to the big boss man upstairs.
Uh, or woman.
See that woman standing over there?
That's judge Redding.
I am denying the request for bail.
Walk over, say hello.
Drop the old Millstone name to break the ice.
What's the catch?
You want to seize the moment
or stand here and talk about it till it's gone?
Hurry up.
Secret agent man...
All mission, no details. That's how I like to roll.
B-r-b.
Asher: Judge Redding.
Asher Millstone, son to judge William Millstone.
Oh, my goodness! How's your dad?
- Oh, he's good. He's wonderful. - Yeah?
- He's just catching up on the old game. - What are you up to?
I'm going to school, Middleton, studying law.
Annalise: So, you don't love him?
Like I told you before,
not in the way that you're suggesting.
Which way, then, like a brother?
Annalise: So long as you hide it,
there's no way that you can help me defend him.
I don't understand.
How can I help him? I'm not involved in any of this.
But you are.
You're a good woman,
and you're trying to do the right thing.
I know that.
But you're not able to be with the man you love,
and you're gonna watch him being taken away in handcuffs.
And we both know he doesn't deserve that treatment.
And neither do you.
[Breathes shakily]
Ms. Willis, did you see father Andrew
the night father Bernard was killed?
Agnes: I did.
And why didn't you tell that to the police before?
Because I didn't want to stain his reputation.
But I can't stand by now,
not when an innocent man is going to jail.
I can't lie anymore.
Lie about what, Ms. Willis?
Uh...
I was with father Andrew that night.
We were being intimate. [Spectators murmuring]
Hawley: Objection! We received no notice of an alibi defense.
If those two were having an affair, we'd have discovered it in our investigation.
Because the Philadelphia D.A. never misses anything.
Judge: Sustained.
Let's take a recess while we discuss
whether or not this witness should testify any further.
How dare you?
You want to win, don't you?
Connor: Yeah, I'm still here.
W... she's not there?
Well, um...
Can... can you tell me the results?
[Sighs]
Okay, yeah, I'll be sure to pick up when she calls.
Thank you.
Waiting on some big news?
Yeah. Um...
Oliver made us get tested for STDs,
and the nurse won't leave the results on my voice-mail.
So, I'm... Freaking out.
- Chill out, my gay bro. Sure it's fine. - How would you know?
You wrap up your dingalingadong, right?
Yeah.
Most of the time.
What, like you and Aiden
always used condoms when you started dating?
Damn straight.
[Cellphone vibrates]
Hey! Uh...
Did you get your results?
Yeah. Didn't you?
No, I can't get the freaking nurse on the phone. So?
We're supposed to wait till we're together.
This isn't Christmas morning, Oliver. Just tell me.
Right.
I'm negative!
- Damn it. - What?
Nothing, it's just,
she didn't leave a message 'cause it's bad news, right?
- That's not what that means. - It could be, though.
I mean, y... like, she... she doesn't want to ruin her lunch hour or something.
That's why she didn't take my call.
Connor.
I'm sorry. I'm just... I hate this part.
Where are you?
Annalise is going to notice.
Doing the walk from Griffin's fraternity to the Kappa house,
and it times out.
If Rebecca left the fraternity at 12:30
and was headed to Lila's sorority,
then she would've crossed paths
with the basketball player on spruce
around the time he told the police.
So why isn't there any record of her being there on her phone?
Because she probably called Lila using her burner cell,
then destroyed it later.
So, she called Lila on her burner phone
because she knew she was on her way to kill her?
You think I'm going crazy?
A little.
[Indistinct conversations]
Rebecca: Lila, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry.
Griffin is not the guy that you think he is, all right?
I-I hardly even had to try. That was not his first time, okay?
Please... please just call me back.
100 bucks she comes home without her underwear again
and brags about screwing some lacrosse player with...
[Ditzy voice] The prettiest penis ever.
[Normal voice] Like, what penis is ever pretty?
[Laughter]
Hawley: When did this secret affair begin?
About a year ago.
Where did the sex that night happen exactly?
In the rectory? At the altar?
Objection! Badgering the witness.
This is a key alibi witness. I'm entitled to latitude.
Answer the question, Ms. Willis.
In his room.
I came to see him after vespers.
And then what?
We had some wine...
And I began kissing him.
Who took off their clothes off first, you or him?
[Shakily] Me.
- That's enough! Sit down. - Hawley: Your honor...
Get control of your client, counselor. We need a recess.
- I want to change my plea. - Again? This is dizzying, your honor.
I plead guilty and confess to the murder of father Bernard.
Your honor, I'd like to ask for an immediate mistrial.
Because you had your client cause one?
No, the state happily accepts father Crawford's plea.
Your honor, he doesn't know what he's saying.
I do, too, your honor.
I plead guilty to first-degree murder.
I won't change my mind again.
I did this.
I must suffer the consequences.
No. Andrew, ple... don't. Please.
I'm sorry. It's done.
You can fix this still, right?
Agnes, stop.
I love you. That is what's...
It's done.
I love you.
And I don't love you.
I made my decision, so please just leave.
Sorry I couldn't be a better client for you.
Let's go.
Connor: Esther just called from the clinic.
Guess who's HIV negative?
Aw, yeah, dawg!
C. Walsh getting his ass beat up tonight!
Pshew! Truth!
[Both chuckle]
But, you know, I still have to, uh,
go back and get tested again in three months.
Dude, I'm... I'm totally down with our rainbow coalition,
but I don't need to know all the details of your sexy times.
Connor.
Laurel: Enough of this, okay?
I get it... you want to know if she didn't do this.
We all do, but sometimes you just...
Have to accept not knowing.
I don't believe that. You have no other choice.
I do. I can talk to her.
No! If you do, she's gonna freak out, and she is gonna...
She's not gonna freak out.
Michaela: Who would freak out?
Rebecca?
What do you have to ask her?
Nothing. If she killed Lila.
What? Excuse me?
- He doesn't know anything. He's... - She lied to me.
She said she didn't know the guy who lived in my place before me,
but she did, and he saw her come home wet the night Lila was killed.
Wet?
Yeah, from the water tank.
No, we don't know that.
Rebecca said she didn't go look for Lila at the sorority house,
but there's an eyewitness who says he saw her there
around the time Lila was killed.
Yeah, but we proved that Sam was on that roof.
Maybe he wasn't, though.
Rebecca could have been putting
those coordinates on his computer that night.
- Which is just speculation. - Where is she?
- No, we can't just go... - No! Where the hell is she?!
Frank: Guess who just went bye-bye.
Judge Perkins just replaced judge Redding on Nate's case.
Nate was released on bail 20 minutes ago.
Nate.
Get the hell out of here.
Just call the damn number.
You want to hate me for what you think that I've done to you, go ahead,
but believe me, if you don't accept the help,
you don't stand a chance of winning your case.
Believe you?
Why am I gonna do that, after everything you've done to me?
I know how it seems. Fired,
charged with murder.
I could have died in that jail
if my lawyer didn't get rid of the judge.
I got rid of the judge.
All mission, no details. That's how I like to roll.
B-r-b.
Asher: Judge Redding.
Asher Millstone, son to judge William Millstone.
[Cellphone chimes]
Asher Millstone has been in the employ of Annalise Keating
for the past several months,
a woman who blames my client for the murder of her husband.
If this isn't a clear conflict of interest, I don't know what is!
It was one harmless conversation. I know his father.
Which is grounds for a recusal.
Either that or I file a complaint
with the judicial conduct board.
Your lawyer's not bad,
but I've seen the evidence against you.
You need someone great.
Call the number.
[Breathing deeply]
What is this?
We need to talk.
Spit it out, psycho. You killed Lila, right?
And you played Waitlist here like... like some loser.
- Played all of us. - Why are you letting them do this?
No, you're not gonna get to manipulate your way out of this one.
- I didn't manipulate anyone! - But you lied!
- You said you didn't know this Rudy guy. - I didn't.
Then how come he ended up in a mental institution?
How should I freaking know?
You do, though.
You called the police on him the same night Lila died.
He was having a nervous breakdown.
Or a drug overdose.
That was you, right?
Drugs don't make people crazy.
Yeah, but they can make you an unreliable witness
in case your neighbor comes back from campus soaking wet
the same night she had a fight with a girl
who ended up dead in a water tank.
I mean, this...
[Breathing heavily] Wes.
No, do not look at him!
You ruined our lives!
Don't you get that?
I was supposed to be getting married, and I'm not anymore.
Aiden called off the wedding because of you.
You dragged us into the horror show that is your life,
and now we're all screwed... forever.
So, you're gonna tell us the truth,
every horrible secret about that night
that you haven't told anyone,
or I swear to God,
I will personally destroy you.
Tell us the damn truth, Rebecca.
Did you...
Or did you not...
Kill... Lila?
[Iamx's "music people" plays]
Answer the question.
♪ You wear your little smiles ♪
♪ With the decadence, you suffer every night ♪
♪ All the glitter, all the luxury ♪
I found the campus cop.
This car one of yours?
She asked you to go into her house and burn a rug for her?
His name's Rodger Loftus.
He was fired a couple days after Sam disappeared.
Some sorority girls
filed a report that he was stalking them.
I'm guessing that was Annalise and Frank, right?
They knew we couldn't have him around,
or he might remember what he saw that night.
So, they just made him go away.
- Rebecca... - He had to move to Delaware to get a job.
He works as a security guard at the mega super mart.
Guess that's why he never saw the news.
Don't make me call him.
♪ All the people ♪
♪ Music people ♪
Hey, you, uh, you have a second?
Depends on what you want.
It's about work, actually.
What did, uh, judge Redding have to do
with the father Andrew case?
We thought we might need her to weigh in
on what she knows about the judge on our case.
So, it's just a coincidence
she was also the judge on the Nate Lahey case?
That's just a coincidence.
So...
Are you gonna be nice and come over later, like you said?
Does a dog like to bury his bone?
You two are that stupid, huh?
Yo, Franky D.
When we hitting the ladymarket in fishtown again?
Really? You want to talk about picking up other girls
in front of your girlfriend?
[Chuckling] W-what?
No, man. I...
He knows, Asher.
You told him?
No, she'd never,
with all the crap she's given me for screwing students.
But don't worry... I won't tell Annalise.
Or maybe I will.
I'm gonna think on that.
[Knock on door]
What the hell's going on?
Speak.
[Woman gasping]
[Indistinct arguing]
The cop could identify us.
We he caught her coming back from the sorority house soaking wet...
Duped us. Her original confession tape is true.
I keep telling you that she killed Lila.
[Indistinct arguing]
Shut up! [Arguing stops]
Please, Wes. Make sense of this.
Everything they're saying is true.
So you think Rebecca killed Lila?
Sam might've been innocent.
[Door slams]
[Sighs]
They've all lost their minds.
That's the only thing I know for sure right now.
And I'm gonna clear everything up,
the entire mess.
But first, I need you to tell me
that it's okay to take the tape off of your mouth.
You're not gonna do anything stupid?
I'm so sorry about all of this, Rebecca.
Help!!
[Cellphone ringing]
[Sighs]
Hey.
Lila: Do you lie this much to your wife?
What are you talking about?
Your receptionist said you were out of town.
At Yale, right?
- You're taking that job? - I'm just giving a lecture.
What's going on? You were fine when I left.
I tried to fix it. Have sex with Griffin.
So he'd think the baby's his, but he wouldn't.
He just kept talking about God.
It's all gonna be okay. You still have time.
I'm not having the abortion.
I know that. I just...
Look, I'll be back in a few more days, okay?
And we'll talk more about it then.
I need to see you now.
I told you, I have my lecture.
Can you cancel it?
You know I can't do that. Because you want the job.
So that way you don't have to deal with me.
That is not why.
Look, e... [Sighs] Everything is gonna be okay.
I'll call you later, and we'll figure everything out.
Okay?
Lila.
I'm telling Annalise.
[Cellphone beeps]
[Sighs]
We're gonna try this again.
No one here is gonna hurt you.
I'm not gonna let that happen.
But you have to behave.
Otherwise... Frank?
We stow you in the basement.
You won't like it.
I'll be good.
Un-tape her hands, too.
What? No, she's gonna...
She'll just run out of here. We're not monsters!
We don't tie people up
and hold them captive against their will.
Who have you all become?
What do we do?
You tell me. Where's Bonnie?
Still trying to get ahold of her.
Find her.
[Cellphone buzzing]
[Sighs]
Was that Frank again?
- It doesn't matter. - Yeah, it kind of does.
Not to mention, it's hard to focus
when his grizzly man beard keeps popping up in my head.
He's not gonna tell Annalise about us.
How do you know?
Because I have personal knowledge of things he's done
that are way worse than what we're doing.
Now, can you focus,
or should I go ask the cute guy next door for help?
[Chuckles] No.
Homeboy needs no help in the snack-attack department.
Mm.
Sam: I was afraid you'd think I hurt her.
But I could never do that. You know me.
So I skipped my lecture, came back to see her,
but I couldn't find her.
She stopped answering her phone.
Sam: I lied, yes,
but only because I was afraid you'd think I killed her.
Didn't you? No. God, no.
Let's have the trial.
You've all convinced yourselves that we were wrong,
that Sam didn't kill Lila.
That we got Rebecca off for nothing.
And you feel unfairly persecuted,
trapped.
I don't blame you.
So let's be fair to everyone
and figure it out once and for all.
Let's finally give Rebecca her day in court.
[cellphone rings]
[Sighs]
Give me some privacy.
Okay.
[Door opens, closes]
Did you get the job?
No. They haven't decided yet.
But you told them you were open to moving,
even if that meant leaving your wife?
Annie... I know.
We'll talk about it once you get the job.
How'd the lecture go?
[Pounding on door]
[Crying] I need to see Annalise Keating.
Is this about Frank?
I don't know who Frank is. [Sobs]
Is Annalise in there?
Do you need a lawyer?
You can talk to me.
No. I just need to talk to Annalise.
Tell her it's about her husband.
She's not here.
That's her car, isn't it?
Annalise! Listen.
I don't know who you are or what you think you're doing,
but I guarantee you're going to regret this.
So just take a deep breath, calm down, and go home.
Leave, or I call 911.
Fine.
But tell her I came to tell her something important.
He can't keep it a secret anymore.
Who was that?
Some girl looking for Frank.
Oh, good God.
[Crying] He knew she was pregnant.
Oh, it's just you.
Who else did you leave a thousand messages for?
What's going on? Not much.
Just figuring out if Rebecca killed Lila after all.
Bonnie, glad you could make it.
I'm sorry. I was just at a dinner...
This is a recording I made
of Rebecca's psych evaluation with Sam.
You taped that?
With all the lies you've told, I'm glad I did. Watch it.
Look for any discrepancies with what she said
compared to police interviews.
One hour.
Then I want to hear
each of your cases against the defendant.
Connor: If Rebecca's case went to trial,
then the prosecution would have argued
that Griffin and Rebecca were so high
that they killed Lila after she found them sleeping together.
What if Rebecca acted alone?
In her taped confession, Rebecca stated...
I was standing there watching Griffin pin her down.
"His hands were around her neck."
Meaning Rebecca already knew Lila was strangled
even though that was not yet public knowledge.
- Look at this. - So, how did you end up with her phone?
She left it at my apartment the night before.
But according to Sam's phone records,
Sam talked to Lila on her burner several times after that.
What was her motive then?
It's obvious... jealousy.
Lila was beautiful. She was wealthy.
But nowhere in this confession tape
do the detectives say Lila was strangled.
Because Lila still had her phone,
which means Rebecca was lying during her psych eval.
When she found out that Lila was "breaking up with her,"
Rebecca snapped. Thus explaining...
- She took Lila's phone... - Teen offenders with multiple arrests...
- Why Rebecca's DNA... - The photos of Sam to pin the murder...
Wes...
I don't have anything.
Michaela: Of course you do.
Rudy. He saw Rebecca the night Lila was killed wet,
and... and she dosed him with PCP
because she knew he was a potential witness.
PCP doesn't put you in a mental institution.
Rebecca's right.
And where's the actual evidence
that this was a crime of passion?
Or are we supposed to just trust you, Mr. Walsh?
And the detectives could have told Rebecca
that Lila was strangled
before they started taping her confession.
And Rebecca lying about having Lila's phone
doesn't mean that she's a killer.
I mean, where's the facts?
An explanation
of how she got Lila's body up to the water tank?
She didn't. They were already hanging out up there.
We never did that. Annalise: Exactly.
Because everything that you're presenting is speculation.
You've been working with me for nearly six months now,
and this is the crap case you present me with?
[Knock on door]
Do I need to get the tape?
[Door opens] Bonnie: Can I help you?
Emily Sinclair.
I have an appointment with Ms. Keating.
Regarding?
I'm the new prosecutor assigned to the Nate Lahey case.
Ms. Keating was kind enough
to agree to give me a statement before trial.
Now is actually not a good time.
Hm. Well, she did confirm with me yesterday.
- I'm sorry. I'll have her call you. - Ms. Sinclair...
Would it be okay if we met at your office?
I have some house guests who could get in our way.
How about we meet at my office in an hour?
Great.
Bonnie: You're testifying for the prosecution?
Of course. Frank?
Don't let them out of your sight.
Got it.
Emily: According to your initial interview,
you went to Mr. Lahey's apartment
after your fight with your husband?
Yes.
How did Mr. Lahey react?
He was concerned for my welfare.
Was this before or after you engaged in sexual activity?
Before.
Did you have sex more than once?
Is that question really relevant?
I need a detailed timeline of that night
as we have no other witnesses to Mr. Lahey's movements.
We had sex one time.
And then you made your way home.
Yes. That's when I noticed that he was following me.
Mr. Lahey followed you home that night?
Yes.
He wanted to make sure that I got home safely.
Okay.
Uh, but you never reported this in your first interview.
I wanted to protect Nate.
Protect him?
When Nate and I arrived at the house,
Sam was in the driveway getting into his car,
about to leave town.
Sam?
Sam was drunk, yelling at me.
Nate got out of his car to try to calm him down.
Sam!!
Sam wouldn't.
So Nate had to hold him back until I got inside.
So, let's be clear...
You're claiming that there was a physical altercation
between Mr. Lahey and your husband that night.
[Voice breaking] I'm not claiming anything.
It happened.
I'm outside the coffee shop. Where are you?
Lila, I drove all the way down here.
Talk to me.
I'm on the roof.
I just walked in on Griffin screwing someone else.
Can you believe that?
Wasn't God, I guess.
It was me.
- That's not true. - It is. You don't want me.
It'd be easier if I just... Went away.
Me and the baby.
I'm coming to you there, okay?
Griffin: Lila! [Cellphone beeps]
Damn it, Lila, where the hell are you?!
I looked for Lila all night.
I called her friends.
I went to her room.
I was probably there
when she was getting strangled on that roof.
Griffin called Lila 28 times that night.
It's on the phone records.
But you didn't call her once.
'Cause you already knew she was dead, right?
Or I'd just had sex with her boyfriend,
and I knew she didn't want to talk to me.
[Cellphone buzzing]
How's it going with you two? Do you trust him?
Shut up.
Been together about as long as me and Wes.
I trusted him.
You were right not to trust him.
After he lied to us about that night,
- that Annalise knew... - You think this is gonna work?
- You can just get inside my head? - You're all spending so much time
trying to figure out if I'm a killer
when we already know somebody who is.
And he got us to go along with his plan that night.
He was doing that to save you.
Yeah, and then he turned on me.
Probably just like he did to his mother.
She killed herself when he was 12.
At least that's what he says.
Laurel: So? Did you get anything out of her?
You mean anything other than the fact
that she insinuated that Waitlist killed his mother?
- She said that? - It's not true, is it?
No. See?
She's a pathological liar.
Or maybe she's been honest this whole time.
She keeps lying, yes, but isn't that what we would all do
if we looked guilty of a crime we didn't commit?
Meanwhile, we know Sam was on the roof that night.
So, what? You team Rebecca now?
I'm team whatever really freaking happened.
[Knocking on door] Asher: Hey!
Hey, let me in!
Since when do we ever lock this door?
Here we go again.
[Knocking continues]
Frankie D! What it do?
Office is closed today.
Then why is Connor's car out here?
My guess is that you don't want me here
'cause you're pissed about me and Bonnie.
Shut up and go home. No.
First I want your word
you're not gonna tell A.K. about us.
What I choose to tell or not tell Annalise...
What the hell are you doing?!
- Is none of your business. - Look, man.
She's not just a hookup for me.
- It... it actually feels pretty real. - Whatever.
Just go home.
You guys all here? What'd I say?
Look, I'm not gonna let you blackball me from this office.
If everyone else is working today, well, then so am I.
Okay, fine. I was wrong.
But I'm still not leaving this office
until you swear to me that you're not gonna tell A.K. about us.
Seriously, man.
Just 'cause my facial hair's not exactly as luscious as yours
doesn't mean I can't still kick your ass.
What do you need, Mr. Millstone?
Don't be so mad.
I just wanted to make sure Frank wasn't gonna out us.
And you risked Annalise finding out in the process.
Are you... Are you embarrassed of me?
Is that... is that why you don't want her to know?
No. That is not...
[Sighs]
Annalise and I have a complicated relationship.
Like, she's a lesbian who's in love with you complicated, or... ?
[Chuckles]
You need to go.
Not without a little sugar first.
Michaela: She texted someone.
What?
"Eggs 911. Lawyer's house."
What the hell does "eggs 911" even mean?
- And whose number is it? - I don't know.
Why don't you call it and find out?
Whoever it is, they have my number now. And they know Rebecca's here.
- We'll deal with it later. - Just like you'll deal with me later?
What are you gonna do to me, by the way?
Are you just gonna leave me down here forever?
Or are you gonna kill me Sam-style?
Everybody upstairs.
Especially you.
Lila.
Lila?
Lila: You came.
Of course.
Get down from there.
Just tell me you didn't go to my house.
Relax.
I just knew saying that
was the only way to get you to come here.
I came here because I was worried about you.
You mean you were worried
Annalise would find out about me.
Hey, hey, hey. Now, look.
I know how messed up all this is,
but I am here now. And after now?
When you go home to her?
I'm alone again, having a baby all by myself.
You don't have to do this, Lila. You're 21 years old...
I want this baby even if you don't.
- So stop trying to change my mind. - I'm not going to.
You said you loved me over and over.
But you don't, do you?
You love her.
No. I don't.
Don't say that if you don't mean it.
I mean it.
I don't love her anymore.
I love you.
[Sobs]
Annalise: I bet you the boyfriend did it.
- You've been evaluated before. - Juvie.
Let's get to it. You want to know if I killed Lila, right?
No, no. This was a standardized psychological test.
Still barking up that tree.
It just helps present you as a credible witness.
One of them killed Lila. I'm just trying to figure out who.
So...
Bonnie and Asher?
Gives you the heebie jeebies, right?
It's just surprising,
especially since she threatened to fire me
if I started seeing you.
But you didn't listen to her, now, did you?
You're not seriously thinking about sex right now.
I always think about sex when you're around.
Stop it.
Frank, what's the endgame here?
If Rebecca talks to the police, we all go down.
But that's not gonna happen, right?
Because you're gonna take care of it?
Her?
You think I'm gonna whack Rebecca?
Is that what you think I am? Some freaking hit man?
Wow. No wonder you dumped me.
Frank, can you tell Bonnie I had to run out?
I have lunch scheduled with Aiden's mother, and she...
Do whatever you want.
What's wrong with him?
Nothing. You're going to have lunch
with Aiden's mother right now?
She'll show up here if I don't go.
What does she want? What do you think?
She wants the ring back. The real one, not this fake.
Mary: How's your new semester going?
I imagine well,
knowing how well you always have done in school.
Now, last I remember,
you were interviewing for some associate's jobs,
- which I think is... - I'm not giving the ring back.
Aiden gave it to me with a promise
to spend the rest of our lives together.
This technically means it was not an engagement ring,
and according to the Pennsylvania supreme court case
- of Lindh V. Surma... - I'm not here for the ring.
Michaela, I'm here for you.
Whatever this break you and Aiden have been on,
it's lasted long enough.
Tell your son that.
I did. Many times.
Let me be clear here.
I was unfair to you.
I apologize for that
and all the hurtful things I said to you.
I have seen the error of my ways,
and you're not the girl I said you were.
So... Would you reach out to him?
I know he acts strong,
but he's waiting to hear from you...
I am that girl.
The one that tried to slap you,
from the backwater bayou, that Southern ghetto trash.
I just spent a long time trying to hide her away
so I could claim the prince.
Your shining, black, perfect son of a prince.
And I did.
But that girl isn't me.
Sweetheart...
I know what you're trying to do here,
win this contest between us.
But this is not some ploy.
I want you in our family.
He just needs a little prodding, that's all.
He's gay, Mrs. Walker.
Aiden's gay or bi or experimental or...
I don't know what he is.
But I think you do.
Or else you would not be here scared and nervous,
begging a girl you do not like very much to marry your son.
I'm sorry.
He doesn't love me.
But here's the thing...
I love me.
So I'm done.
[Door opens]
I was worried
when I first found out you and Wes were involved.
Because of you.
I saw you for who you were.
I recognized you.
You're angry, you lash out,
you use people.
But only because you don't know better.
Been alone so long
you don't know what it means to love someone.
And here is a boy who so clearly loved you.
He still does.
Even if he doesn't know who you are anymore.
And he hates himself right now for doing this to you.
He came to us so innocent.
And he believed you when you said you didn't do it.
But now he's grown up.
You and I have made him grow up.
Rebecca, tell me what happened that night.
That's all you need to do to do right by him.
I did it.
I killed Lila.
Or maybe Sam did it.
That'd be easier for you, right?
So you could live with yourself for turning on your own husband.
Who knows who did it.
Annalise: Get up.
I said stand.
You feel bad because you dragged us into this mess.
You want to wear that on your sleeve.
But I'm done making you feel okay
while you sit around here and mope.
You want to make this right?
Be a man and go and get your girlfriend to talk.
She doesn't trust me anymore.
Then make her, damn it!
Are you a man or not?!
Sure he shouldn't take the trophy?
Look at me. Look at what you did to me.
You said you loved me.
I still do.
[Scoffs]
I told you everything about me.
Every awful thing anyone has ever done to me.
But you know what? You're the worst one.
'Cause I didn't know I had to be afraid of you.
You don't.
You just need to tell me what happened that night.
I have told you. I've told you again and again.
You don't believe me. You lied about Rudy.
Oh, my God. Will you shut up about frickin' Rudy?
Not until you tell me what happened to him.
Please, Rebecca.
I want to trust you.
Tell them all I was wrong, that you're not a bad person.
But you have to give me a reason to.
[Inhales deeply]
You were right.
I gave him PCP.
[Keys jingle]
[Shivering]
Rudy: What happened to you?
What do you want? Nothing.
Just... Is everything okay?
I heard you fighting earlier with Lila, and...
How the hell do you know her name?
Th-the walls are really thin.
Still, I shouldn't have been spying.
Do you feel like hanging out?
Rebecca: But I gave him something else, too.
It's called... Purple X.
You don't get high a lot, do you?
No.
But people always tell me I should.
I mean, I take something for my anxiety and stuff,
but people are still always like, "lighten up, Rudy.
You're such a stressball."
Well, this'll definitely help with that.
I'd never taken it before,
but I-I knew what it could do if you took too much.
Rudy: Please! Mommy, please!
- 911, what's your emergency? - Help me!
My neighbor's having a nervous breakdown.
Don't let them kill me, please!
I don't want to try it, mommy! Please!
Why are you letting me die?!
Aah! Aah!
Aaaah!
Please hurry.
Why are you letting me die?!
I'm an awful person. I know, I know.
I was just so scared that he was gonna talk to the police.
Why were you wet?
Because of the water tank.
[Laughter]
[Laughter echoing]
Wes: She was hiding in the water tank.
She went onto the roof to find Lila, and she did.
Dead in the water.
Then she heard people coming.
And she knew they'd assume she killed Lila,
so she panicked.
She was on drugs, not thinking...
Then why didn't she ever tell us that?
Because she knew no one would believe her.
- You can't possibly be buying this. - Wes, she's manipulating you again.
She's messed up!
That's what happens when you grow up like she did.
People take advantage of you.
You think everyone's out to screw you,
so you do stupid things like lie and deal drugs
and hurt people before they can hurt you.
But that doesn't make you a murderer.
Please...
I believe her.
We're done trying this case.
- Come on! - What?! She's a pathological liar!
What have I told you time and time again?
There's no truth in the courtroom.
There's just your version of what happened versus theirs.
That's how the justice system works.
It's not what's right and what's fair,
it's who tells the most convincing story.
[Cellphone rings] And right now, none of you
have been able to convince me that Rebecca did this.
So, what do we do now?
[Ringing continues]
The hell if I know.
[Sighs]
Bonnie: Annalise...
I had no choice.
The prosecutor approached me. I had to make a statement.
You mean make up a statement.
- I know how it looks. - All you do is lie.
Again and again, then you expect me to trust you.
Nate, please, there's a reason.
You're trying to win my case. I know.
If I had physical contact with Sam that night,
it explains why my print is on his ring.
The jury will have their reasonable doubt,
and I go free.
Tell me I'm wrong.
I know you didn't kill Sam,
and I know you think I set you up to go down for this.
I didn't.
It's hard to believe, I understand,
but you need to try.
I'm doing everything that I can to help you.
Trust me.
All right? Will you do that?
Try to trust me.
[Door closes]
We know what to do.
We pin Sam's murder on Rebecca.
We know that seems hard,
especially since we already did the same thing with Nate,
but it makes sense.
Sam killed Lila, so Rebecca killed Sam.
Connor: And then those of us that actually killed Sam,
we testify that Rebecca was the one that did it.
You just have to convince Waitlist.
We thought we can get the surveillance tape
from the store where Nate first approached Rebecca.
That way, we can establish that she came to the house
- with the thumb drive and she put... - Stop.
We can't go changing stories with the police,
telling a different version every time we feel like it.
- Told you. - But...
It's over, miss Pratt. We have to let it go.
What? No!
We haven't proved guilt beyond a reasonable doubt.
She's gonna go straight to the police.
Not if I convince her not to.
How?
I'm gonna ask her nicely.
Michaela: [Scoffs]
That's not gonna work.
Laurel: We abducted her.
Taped her to a chair.
- She'll get over it. - Michaela: No, she won't!
She only thinks of herself.
- That's not true. - [Scoffs]
- You're not still into her? - Laurel: Please, Frank,
there has to be something else we can do.
Don't you dare put this on Frank.
We have gone above and beyond here
to try to fix this for all of you
because this, from the very start,
has been your mess, each of you.
And Frank and I have been more than willing
to try to save all your stupid asses.
Not to mention Annalise,
who for reasons beyond me, continues to protect you.
And after what you did to her, what you took from her...
Annalise: Rebecca! Rebecca!
What the hell happened?
She was gone when I got down there.
Who was it?
Tell me. Who let her go?
Who let her go, damn it?!
I didn't let her go.
You have to believe me.
I do.
All of this...
Rebecca, Sam, Nate...
It's all my fault.
[Sighs]
It's okay.
[Sobbing]
It's okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Sam: I don't love her anymore.
I love you.
I know that now.
It's just...
Just taken me a while to accept it.
But Annalise and I, we...
We've been over for years now.
And when I met you...
[Sniffles]
I haven't felt this way in a long time,
and I don't ever want to not feel this way again.
It's you, Lila.
I love you.
Annalise: Because what matters now is that...
Sam killed Lila.
He did.
Sam killed her.
- We don't know that. - No.
But it's what the two of us need to choose to believe.
Hey. You don't know me.
My name's Nate Lahey.
Annalise Keating gave me your number.
With everything that's happened,
it's the version of the truth that makes the most sense
and will let us move on.
Rebecca: Griffin is not the guy that you think he is, all right?
I-I hardly even had to try. That was not his first time.
Okay? Please... Please, just call me back.
100 bucks she comes home without her underwear again
and brags about screwing some lacrosse player with
[mockingly] The prettiest penis ever.
[Normal voice] Like, what penis is ever pretty?
[Laughs]
[Knock on door]
Uh... Hi. Can I help you?
Emily Sinclair.
I'm the new prosecutor on the Sam Keating murder trial.
Do you have time for a few questions?
Uh... About... About what?
Annalise, mostly.
Not that that should surprise you.
So, can I come in,
or would you rather us do this at the police station?
Annalise: Say it.
Say it, and it will become true.
Sam killed Lila.
- Sam killed... - Rebecca: Lila!
Look, don't ignore me if you're up here.
Michaela: Well, look who finally made it.
I'm on my third. You need to catch up.
I figure if "eggs 911" and Rebecca
are about to take us all down
and this is our last night of freedom,
I want to be drunk enough to take home one of those bankers.
Michaela...
How the hell do you have that?
I found it Connor's car
as soon as you said you'd lost it.
You were a disaster that night.
I could tell you wanted to go to the police,
but I knew if you thought they could find it,
you'd stay quiet.
Rebecca: Fine.
Ignore me.
[Cellphone buzzing]
Connor: Oliver?
What's the matter? Are you sick?
Depends on what you mean.
[Sniffles]
I was gonna tell you when you called,
but you didn't have your results yet.
And I thought maybe you'd have it, too.
[Voice breaking] And that we'd be in this together.
Oliver...
I tested positive.
Rebecca: Look, I know you're up there.
Just...
Just... just let me explain, please, why...
[grunts]
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Don't be dead! Please don't be dead!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
[Sniffles]
I haven't felt this way in a long time,
and I don't ever want to not feel this way again.
It's you, Lila.
I love you.
♪ I don't care what you say, you say ♪
I should go now.
What? Already?
I need to tell Annalise right now.
I'll call you when it's done.
♪ I don't care what they say, they say ♪
Sam: It's Sam.
I need you to do what we talked about.
♪ ... own way ♪
You owe me.
[Gasps]
[Gasping]
♪ I don't care what you say, you say ♪
[Gasping continues]
♪ Living life my own way, own way ♪
Asher: Okay.
If Frank's not a lawyer, then what is he?
Is he Annalise's bodyguard?
[Gasping]
Frank: I know you said not to worry,
but she's snooping around everywhere.
You want me to handle it, just say the word.
[Gasping]
Is that what you think I am? Some freaking hit man?
[Gasping stops]
Annalise: Sam killed Lila.
Annalise and Wes: Sam killed Lila.
See? Doesn't that feel better?
[Sighs] I don't know.
It will soon.
- [Sighs] - Shh.
I promise you, Wes.
I got you.
♪ ... my own way, own way ♪
[Lid closes]
Rebecca... ?
If we don't find her?
Don't worry.
We will.
- Was it you? - Frank: No.
Annalise, you know I'm not that guy.
Besides, I thought it was you.
Because I'm that guy? Of course not.
Now what?
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