Previously on "How To Get Away With Murder"...
Uh, Thomas, I'm... Can we pause for a second?
Till date number two?
The police are at my apartment.
Are they still there?
Yeah. They're from New York.
- Miss? Is that him? - No.
This is Frank... He gave the police your name
to make you a suspect.
A detective called looking for Wes Gibbins.
He was absent from class today.
I just have to tell the police
I went to New York on my own.
The suspect in custody is Wallace Mahoney's own son,
- Charles Mahoney. - Frank.
I told you... He just wants to come home.
Annalise Keating, you're under arrest.
No!
You sure you don't want us to wait for your attorney?
Just tell me.
The official charge...
Arson and first-degree murder.
- The evidence? - An anonymous source.
They've provided information that ties you to the charges.
Now do you want your attorney?
You lost your phone?
Last I had it was at the library.
You must have been in contact with your girlfriend,
Meggy Travers.
We actually broke up.
To be clear, my client contacted you
the minute he heard you were looking for him.
Now he's reaffirmed his original statement
about the shooting. So... can we go?
Any chance you saw this man
during the scene of the shooting?
You've had that man in custody for days now.
Clearly, you have enough evidence against him.
- Wes? - Don't speak to my...
I saw him...
standing in a doorway across the street.
I remember because I was gonna ask him for directions,
but he looked upset, so I crossed the street and...
You know what happened then.
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You're mad.
So you agree I have the right to be pissed off at you?
- I wouldn't have said any... - You lied. Why?
If Charles were your client,
you'd have that gun thrown out before we even got to trial.
It's got his fingerprints on it.
Who shoots their father and doesn't get rid of the gun?
How do you know Charles doesn't have an alibi?
That this wasn't just their way of catching you in a lie?
Tell me.
It's okay.
- Is it? - Yeah, I called Eve,
and the NYPD's only interested in Charles.
It's a good headline for them.
Have you heard from Frank?
No.
Maybe we got lucky and he killed himself.
Come on, our client's waiting.
They couldn't figure out what was wrong with me.
Finally, they tested my blood
and realized I had been poisoned with antifreeze.
What would you like to say to those who did this to you?
I've searched my soul,
but there's no understanding any of this.
What kind of children try to kill their own mother?
That whole interview was an Oscar performance.
Mr. Duvall.
She's no probably not even sick.
Jared, back me up on this.
She's not a nice lady.
We don't care.
Listen, from here on out,
the only feelings you have for your mother
are love and devotion.
The prosecution has forced us
into holding depositions before the trial.
Their excuse is that Edith can die at any time,
so it would be in our best interest
to get the case out pre-trial...
Not an easy task considering the evidence.
Is it true that you and your siblings
exchanged text messages about killing your mother?
We were joking.
So you're claiming the text,
"Let's cut off her head and boil it
in the slow cooker with the chili"
was a joke?
If you knew how much Mom loves chili,
you'd get why that's funny.
Edith will be present at all the depositions.
This is a ploy by the prosecution
to trigger our clients
into saying something stupid on camera.
Quite possible considering who we're dealing with.
So you guys had family dinner at the restaurant once a week,
was that right?
If we didn't show, even just once,
we'd be removed the will.
Jared, that's an example of a question
you might want to just answer with a yes or no.
Excuse me, I'm in the middle of my prep.
And I'm just trying to make sure that our client understands
the full weight of each and every one of his responses.
- Yeah, I understand. - Great.
But I do want to warn each of you
that Mom is a genius manipulator.
Show any weakness in front of her,
and she'll use it to her advantage.
The key to beating this
is to make the sure the siblings present a united front.
Is it possible one of your brothers did this?
No, Nelson and Jared both love our mother dearly.
- And you? - Of course.
Really? Even though her pet name for you was
"Big Kahunas Karen"?
They need to speak in detail
about their affection for their mother.
I had matured quite early,
but she wouldn't let me wear a bra.
Instead, she just came up with the nickname.
"Half Nelson" because she said it fit my below-average IQ.
"Jerky Jared" 'cause she caught me masturbating once.
This is a woman who read my diary
in front of all the employees at a staff meeting.
If she smells blood, she goes in for the kill.
So you did want her dead?
You tell me who did it, and I'll buy him a drink.
Any of you get some major Keating vibes in there?
What are you talking about?
A controlling, sadistic power-monger
who lies to her kids' faces, verbally abusive.
Did you just admit you want to poison Annalise?
- Wha... No. - This what I heard you say.
- Hmm, me, too. - Me three.
What a trainwreck.
Whenever you mention the word "Mommy,"
they turn into sniveling ingrates.
It would be malpractice to put them in front of a camera.
So what? We file a motion to postpone?
No, we'll float the prosecution a new suspect
and they'll cancel the depositions completely.
Look into any disgruntled restaurant employees first.
Wait... If there's no deposition, then there can be no first chair.
What, you need a prize in order to do your job?
We just started studying for midterms, is all.
All right. Whoever brings me a good suspect
gets an automatic "A" on my midterm.
Everyone happy?
Here... If we divide and conquer,
we can look into every employee in the box.
How are we supposed to divide and conquer an "A"?
We draw straws.
Ah! Like hell I'm letting a straw
determine by GPA.
Every woman for herself.
I'm gonna go talk to this busboy.
Wanna ride? I'll talk to people, too.
Cool.
They're really going to kill Frank, right?
Mm, as long they leave us out of it for once.
Maybe we just tell them before they find out.
I'm not worried about them,
I'm worried about Annalise.
Don't say that.
She still hates me.
Yeah, but I don't want
to be thinking about Annalise right now.
Or the fact that you lied to the police this morning?
Exactly.
Distract me.
Maybe Laurel should call her dad.
He found Frank once. Maybe he can do it again.
Or maybe you need to call him.
Tell him I'm here to welcome him with open arms.
If he's going to reach out to any of us,
it's not going to be me.
Why not?
I said things he didn't take so well.
Like?
That he doesn't deserve you.
Do you really just want to wait for him to show up?
I just think better when I drink.
It's only 6:00.
You've only been once this week.
A truck driver had called 911, said I'd fallen asleep.
Nico and Grace were in the car with me.
I'd picked them up at the nanny's...
At the nanny's after work...
Meaning the happy hour after work.
Apparently,
I pulled over to the side of the road,
fell asleep with the car running.
Nico ran into the street to wave down help.
My husband, Raul, filed for custody the next day.
Hope you divorced his ass.
It's not him I'm mad at.
It's me.
I'm a drunk mother,
and I have to live with what I put my kids through
for the rest of my life.
Today's my, uh, one year anniversary.
Yes.
And I'm doing okay.
I work my steps.
I see Nico and Grace twice a week...
Supervised visits.
They're still upset, and they don't hide it,
and I get it. They get to be upset with right now.
They get to hate me right now.
Okay.
On the real,
I'm ashamed of what I did, of course,
but I'm... I'm pissed, too.
I'm their mother...
but they won't even look me in the eye.
And it just... it makes me want to shake them
or yell or something so that they'll...
See that I'll do anything to get them back... anything.
Oh, I...
I just don't think it means that I should lose my kids.
- How's Frank? - What?
That's where you snuck off to, right?
Are you kidding me?
You do look a little flush.
Tell me, does the beard tickle down there?
I'm asking for a friend.
Did we find a suspect yet?
The, uh...
busboy did not pan out.
What?
They think I was just with Frank.
Maybe you both were with him.
Oh, two beards, one girl.
That's hot.
Okay, that...
Sexualizing me without my permission...
Is creating a hostile work environment.
- She's right. - Thank you.
Shut up. We're still not friends.
Michaela.
Ooh! There goes my "A," bitches.
Okay.
Tell me my waitress is a known black widow.
Uh, no. She moved to Maine six months before the poisoning.
But look what Thomas sent me.
Mm, I thought I was gonna get to see his penis.
Th... No! Thomas isn't like that.
We were talking about how we hate it
when guys send flowers, so this is him being ironic.
- It's cute. - I choose you, Hack-a-chu.
Roger Colby, Produce Manager.
I need you to hack his killer face.
Yeah, I've got like 20 other employees
people asked me to look into, so...
Mm, yet you have time to send lame text messages
to your acupuncturist.
Oh, that's still going on?
Yeah, we're going on our third date tomorrow night.
Ooh! Third date's the sex date.
You ready to get it in, or is he the one getting it in?
Shh! Connor'll hear you.
Okay, I was fine with him cruising Humpr in front of me.
Those were one-offs.
You're really falling for this guy.
- It's not that serious. - Ah!
- It's not, guys! - Ohh!
Aww, Little Oli's a terrible liar.
- E-e-e-e. - Go away. Please, I'm busy.
Are you the one who signs these?
Yeah.
But I can't sign until the meeting's over.
Otherwise, half this room will bail on the break.
Would that be such a bad thing?
Show your face around here more often.
I'll hook you up one time.
Careful.
I hear he's a 13th stepper.
He screws the new people.
Oh, well, he's barking up the wrong tree.
That took guts.
Put me in front of a courtroom, sure.
But spilling my dirt to strangers...
You'll get there.
Mm, I doubt that.
So, uh, I heard you got your student a lawyer...
The one the police were looking for.
I recommended a lawyer.
You need one, too?
Sounds like your husband's got a pretty good case.
Look, I'm just... being friendly here
to the point where I'm questioning
my own self-respect.
You think I wanna be friends?
Listen, the only reason I have to come to these stupid meetings is because of you.
No, you're here because you smacked a client.
So let's just consider a scenario
where I'm not the enemy here.
I'm just hungry.
Excuse me while I see about the stale doughnuts.
He's hot, right?
That's the dishwasher at the restaurant.
Whatever happened to you being totally against
me doing any illegal hacking?
It's my GPA, Oliver.
You're being ridiculous.
No.
You know what's ridiculous is you not looking at your texts
- in front of me. - Why?
Is it Thomas?
- Nope. - Let me guess...
He's taking you to the Poconos this weekend?
Oh, he could get you one of those rooms
with the champagne glass tub...
Booya! You smell that, people?!
That's the stank of an automatic A-A-A-A!
Yeah, Oli hacked Produce Guy's e-mail.
Guess what he sent someone a link to
just three weeks before Edith was poisoned?
It's an article about...
Antifreeze.
He e-mailed this article to someone
about three weeks before your mother got sick.
I told you we could never do this.
- I know. - Guys...
Seriously, can I give you a hug?
- No. - You can hug me.
Guys!
You can't show the prosecutor that e-mail.
This is our "Get Out of Jail Free" card, literally.
Why not, Karen?
Roger sent that e-mail to me.
We've been seeing each other for the past year.
He knew about our texts,
so he e-mailed me the article as a joke.
Always a freakin' secret e-mail address.
Or a secret boyfriend!
I didn't want Mom to sabotage it.
Is that why you tried to kill her, too?
I didn't. Please, I love my mother.
I would never do anything to hurt her.
You need to drop her and just represent us.
- Yeah. - What?
You and your boyfriend are the only idiots
they can connect this to.
That's not true. It's a conspiracy charge.
All the texts implicate all of you.
So if there's proof one of you did it,
it proves you all did it.
You stupid bitch!
We're all gonna go down because of you!
Hey, maybe one of you did this to set me up!
Hey!
Your depositions are tomorrow,
so you all have to stick to the story
that we've prepared.
Can you do that?
Or should we just send you all to jail right now?
Whoa.
Slow down.
What are you doing here?
Nothing, just got a meeting with the D.A.
Oh.
I haven't seen you around the house much.
No.
Oh.
Well, it was, uh... it was good to see you.
Hey.
How'd it go with NYPD?
They came to the station looking for you.
I overheard your name.
It's fine.
My, uh...
My lawyer took care of it.
Annalise?
No, this guy she recommended.
Just watch your ass.
I'm good.
Good.
"Let's make a skin suit out of her
and wear it to the funeral."
Mr. Duvall, you wrote that text to your brother and sister
just two weeks before your mother took ill,
- is that correct? - I was just venting.
A dark sense of humor can get anyone through hard times.
Are you speaking of the hard times
you experienced due to working with your mother?
Anyone who works with family knows it's not easy.
And how would you describe your relationship
with your mother outside of work?
I'd say just like any other mother/daughter relationship.
Because it was so contentious?
No.
Even when we disagreed,
there was always love between us.
Jared, a co-worker of yours
stated that your mother humiliated you
in front of a woman you were dating.
Do you recall this event?
I do not.
Let me remind you.
"Edith then proceeded to tell a story"
about how Jared once reached under his mother's dress
"at his birthday party when he was 13."
He was 14 and old enough to know better.
Strike Mrs. Duvall's last statement from the record
and remind her she's not allowed to speak.
I apologize.
You must have been angry with your mother
for emasculating you like that,
especially in front of a woman
who you'd hoped to be intimate with.
She was never gonna screw him.
My client needs a break.
He's a virgin, probably will be till he dies.
And you wonder why people want you dead?!
Jared.
What kind of monster gets off on mocking her own son?
One of needs to get off.
I look forward to the day you die.
We say the depo was mandated under false pretenses.
That way the footage can never be shown in court.
And if we lose that motion, the explosion gets played
for the entire jury at trial.
We argue that Jared had a mental break,
which made him legally incompetent
to testify as a witness.
A mental illness diagnosis
only makes him look more capable of offing his mother.
So we just wait to get our asses kicked in trail?
Well, unless you can pull a rabbit out of your ass,
that's exactly what I'm saying.
I still get an "A" for finding that secret e-mail though, right?
Professor Keating?
Have you heard from Meggy?
Stop.
This would be easier if I didn't actually like her.
Laurel.
I'm scared, Wes.
I don't want to wake up and realize
none of this was real.
It's real for me.
It is for me, too.
I wanted this since our first day in class...
...when you answered that question for me,
and Annalise destroyed you.
You never said anything.
I thought you were out of my league.
Same.
- Come on. - What?
Seriously, though.
I thought I'd never stand a chance.
Look at you now.
Huh?
Connor.
Hey, what is it?
What it always is.
You being my personal herpes sore that won't go away.
Okay, I'm just gonna hang up.
Charles Mahoney has an alibi.
My team was able to uncover evidence
concretely placing Charles at a location
far from the scene of his father's shooting.
Once the D.A.'s office reviews this evidence,
I'm confident that these unwarranted, ludicrous charges
will be dropped,
and my client will be able to get back to running
the company his father built from the ground up...
You told me Eve said the police were only interested...
That was a lie.
Eve moved to San Francisco. I haven't spoken to her in weeks.
So we're not safe?
Who knows?
- Just talk to us. - What are we supposed to do?
- Where are you going? - Don't walk away.
I don't know what to do!
That's the truth.
Sometimes I lie to protect you, to keep you from worrying,
because I know it can drive a person insane.
No, it's the lies that drive us insane.
Seriously, you ask us to trust you, and you keep hiding stuff from us.
She's doing the best she can.
But we're not asking her to be perfect.
Okay, we're just asking her to be honest.
Or are you not capable of that?
Otherwise, we might find out
that you're not as smart as we think you are.
So, you have things to get off your chest... let's do this.
I don't want to end up poisoned.
So you tell me all the ways you think I've ruined your life.
Come at me.
I said, come at me!
And then you pimped me out to Caleb like I was some kind of hooker.
You knew I was vulnerable after Aiden,
so you sent me into that psychopath's arms.
I never told you to screw that boy.
But you wanted me to.
In what world do you think I have time to think about
who you pull down your skirt for?
You're not allowed to talk right now!
This is our time... You said that.
So sit there and take it.
None of this would have happened if you just let us go
to the police after Sam.
But, you know, instead, you...
You started this insane game of chess
of... of running around and lying...
I thought you were this amazing, powerful woman,
but look at your life.
You have no one.
I do whatever you say...
That's what our relationship is...
You controlling me and me following your orders
like some... puppet.
I thought my father was a bully,
but you take it to a whole nother level.
And now we're... We're all basket cases.
But, you know, maybe you like that.
I mean, you don't respect any of us.
But the worst part is
that I don't think you respect yourself.
And it makes me feel sick that some part of me
still just wants to please you.
- Cold, two-faced... - Mean alcoholic...
I don't want to hate you...
angry in this way that I didn't know was possible...
It just makes me feel alone...
You're not happy.
- And scared... - We're not happy.
To the point that I wake up every morning
and I think, "Maybe we should just go to jail."
None of us are happy.
And it's making me act insane.
- Phony. - Confused.
- Miserable. - Pathetic.
- Pissed off. - Sad.
- Hopeless. - Toxic.
- Insane. - Exhausted.
- Two-sided. - Broken.
Tired.
Go ahead.
No.
I can take it, Wes.
It's not that.
You already know how I feel about you.
Get a good night's sleep.
We'll start fresh tomorrow.
What... you're shy?
You're not?
It's not how your body looks...
It's how you use it.
- Okay. - Come here.
Come here.
All right, okay, okay, okay.
You... just stay right there.
I'm staying.
There's no shame in this.
He can react however he wants to react.
The most important thing is that you just got to be you.
You got this, Hampton.
I, uh, hope you don't mind I went into your drawer.
Just figured we could probably use these.
Yeah, that, um... that depends.
Oh, I see.
Now you're gonna play hard to get.
Mm.
Thomas.
I'm listening.
I'm poz.
Like, undetectable.
I-I went to the doctor a week ago,
which means, if we use a condom,
it's actually safer to have sex with me
than it is with someone who says he's negative
but then, like, hasn't been tested recently.
I'm just telling you all of this because, uh,
you're naked, which is awesome.
Like, wow.
Uh, are you mad?
No, no, God, no. Of course not.
Uh, I was just really starting to like you.
Is that such a bad thing?
Oh, my God, no. I'm... I'm sorry.
This is...
This is coming out all wrong.
- Is it? - Yes.
'Cause I don't need you to mince words.
This is just new to me.
Yeah, it's new to me, too.
And you understand. I mean, it's just...
I don't know. It's a... It's a lot to process.
Oliver, honestly, I...
I don't know if I'm ready to deal with all this.
Finally, they tested my blood
and realized I had been poisoned with antifreeze.
At this point, it's not a matter of if,
but when it takes my life.
What would like to say...
I thought you might be hungry.
Does it have rum in it?
A few more weeks of no drinking
and they can add fat-ass to their list of insults.
They're just scared.
Was there a history of hostility?
The business put a roof over our heads,
but family was everything.
Help me salvage this case.
Who would believe that my children
would do this thing?
I sacrificed so much for them.
And police brought charges
against all three of your children, correct?
How about using this interview?
You could say it biased the jury pool,
making a fair trail impossible.
You could motion for a bench trial.
Why do you think your children would do this to you...
Or if we do have a jury trial
- seeking destruction? - We can seek an instruction...
I don't know.
I've done nothing but love them and gave them everything.
Limiting the depositions to impeachment evidence
if our clients have to take the stand.
Because that's what a mother does.
- You're also the boss, correct? - Bonnie.
What?
You're the owner and manager of Duvall's Kitchen.
Edith poisoned herself.
That's insane.
She must've known about Karen's secret e-mails
- and did it to herself. - You have no proof.
Let's just say I can understand why a mother
would want to punish her ungrateful children.
Okay, uh, so, you confront her during her deposition?
No.
You confront her during her deposition.
What... you don't want the automatic "A"?
Uh, yeah, no, of course I do.
I just, uh...
why me?
Because you're my puppet.
Mrs. Duvall, during his deposition yesterday,
your oldest son, Jared, testified that...
My oldest is Nelson.
Oh, sorry.
Um, your... Nelson testified that, uh,
you depended on him for everything.
Is that what he said?
Uh... I believe so.
Is that not true?
I relied on my son for things any mother would.
I just never thought he'd try to murder me for that.
All right.
Hang on. My, uh, cards got mixed up.
She's a disaster.
Ms. Keating, perhaps you should take over
so our witness isn't forced to be up here for too long.
This is a teaching clinic.
Just let us know if you need a break.
Oh, no.
I've been waiting for this for a long time.
Here!
Would you say you're involved in your children's love lives?
There isn't much to be involved in sadly.
Really?
They're all single, unhappily so.
Oh, because I believe Karen mentioned she was involved
with a man who delivered your produce.
Oh, Roger Colby used her for sex.
That's not a real relationship.
Um...
Mrs. Duvall, Karen kept her relationship with Roger
a secret.
So how'd you find out about it?
Call it mother's intuition.
Or did you find out by snooping into her secret e-mail?
- Excuse me. - Ms. Keating...
You require your employees
to lock their cellphones in your desk
while they're working, correct?
- You don't have to answer that. - It's company policy.
A policy that allowed you to read Karen's e-mail
about poisoning you,
which is why you decided to poison yourself.
That's how angry you were at them.
I call for a break.
I will not be accused of lies in this room.
- Then admit what you did. - Mrs. Duvall...
Is this what you wanted... To tell everyone how you feel?
You gave your children your life,
and they paid you back by fantasizing about your death.
It devastated you...
to the point where that you risked your life
to teach them a lesson.
Mrs. Duvall, you have the right to seek advice of counsel.
Children always take their mothers for granted.
Maybe now mine won't.
Nothing further.
The automatic "A" is yours, Ms. Castillo.
The rest of you, I suggest you start studying.
I'm in the mood to give some F's.
Oh, she handed you that win. Don't look so cocky.
Mm!
I'll trade you my outlines for the rest of the year.
Never, but drinks on me, everyone,
at Liberty Hill.
Hey, want to walk over to the bar... together?
Uh, you know, I should go study.
Wow, look at you, taking your schoolwork all seriously.
Yeah, you know, fake it till you make it.
Right.
Hey, are... are you okay?
Yeah.
President Hargrove.
Hi.
Give me your phone.
I'm sorry?
I know the best family attorney in the city.
Oh, no need.
Raul and I are trying to work things out.
And you know he's not going to change his mind?
Her name is Nina Horton. She's great.
Thanks.
Any time.
You finally want your shot to come at me, too?
I ran in to Nate at the courthouse.
Did he say something to you?
He told me to be careful.
Of me?
I'm sorry I lied to the police.
It's fine.
Not if Charles has an alibi.
You'll just have say that you saw
someone who looked like him.
And then what?
We wait till the next terrible thing happens?
I wanted to tell Nate it's you
who should be protected from me.
Ah, stop feeling sorry for yourself.
I'm just saying what everyone thinks.
They're wrong.
You don't have the luxury to feel guilty right now.
It's not fair to your mother.
She sacrificed for you to have a good life.
So that's your job to live as good as you can.
We both owe her that.
Hey.
You're drunk.
Yep.
Can I drink that water?
Did something happen with Thomas?
Yeah, Thomas isn't ready to date a poz guy.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
It's fine.
It's not.
I want to say something,
but I'm not sure if it's just me being selfish.
Say it.
I miss you,
and I-I know I shouldn't tell you that
'cause I-I broke up with you.
And I-I hurt you,
and I see that every single day.
So for me to come here
just because I'm, like, sad and depressed,
that's... not fair.
You can always come to me. You know that.
Isn't that just selfish, though?
No.
'Cause I miss you, too.
Ah... She won't notice.
It's Michaela. Of course she will.
Whatever.
You were right...
that I need to go to her, tell her everything.
I just felt like I needed to do something
that proves she can still trust me.
I'm so sorry I left you.
Was Laurel not home?
She must've been your first stop.
I'm just your...
sloppy seconds.
You're mad.
I understand that.
I'm not mad.
I'm just bored.
I needed to go fix things on my own.
Then tell me that
instead of abandoning me in some motel room.
I was afraid you'd stop me.
I don't believe you!
I lied to Annalise to help you,
risked everything.
And you just threw it back in my face.
You used me.
No.
That meant something to me.
I can't believe anything you say anymore.
I screwed up, a-and I hate myself for that.
You should.
But I need you so bad right now.
You killed us the minute you left me in that room.
This isn't you talking.
This is the most honest I've ever been with you.
It's Annalise. She's in your head.
Annalise was the only one of us who was right about you.
Sam just fell for your act, and so did I,
and that was the worst mistake any of us ever made.
Please don't do this.
Get out.
I'll do anything.
I said, get out.
Get out!
Oh, I hope to God Connor's not here.
I want to make noise.
Mm.
Hey.
Wait. You two are friends again?
We've always been friends.
Yay to my bro-mos!
Asher.
Ah, sorry, gentlemen.
Duty calls.
Connor, why is my duvet upside-down?!
I'd probably be drunk, too,
if I already had an "A" on a midterm.
I'm not drunk.
I'm tipsy,
and I'll give you my "A" if you want it.
I know how hard tests are for you.
Ow! Ohh.
Okay, you should probably go to bed
before you hurt yourself.
I'll see you in class tomorrow, okay?
Fine.
Good night.
Good night. Love you.
Really?
Page Dr. Lowell!
It's Meggy.
It's Meggy, Laurel. You're okay.
You have a tube in your throat, and it's helping you breathe.
So I just need you stay calm.
The doctor's on her way, okay? It's gonna be all right.
It's okay.
What? What? What? What is it?
What?
Pen? This?
Okay, okay.
Here, here.
Here. Right here.
Oliver and I have been trying to calling him, okay?
It's late, and he's probably sleeping.
As soon as he calls, I will let you know.
I promise.
Well, here it is.
Immunity.
- The evidence? - Anonymous source.
Provided information that ties you to the charges.
Pen?
You sure you don't want an attorney present?
Yeah.
Your pen.
This is wrong, as is this.
You said this would cover
obstruction of justice and conspiracy,
so I want that in writing, too.
That's blanket immunity.
You want someone to help take her down?
This is the only way I talk.