Previously on season one of "How to Get Away With Murder"...
A woman's body was found inside the Kappa Kappa Theta house.
- What happened? - My student.
They found her in one of those water tanks.
I bet you the boyfriend did it.
There was nothing going on with me and that girl.
I need you to do what we talked about.
If Frank's not a lawyer, then what is he?
The female suspect, Rebecca sutter, arrested.
Rebecca! Don't say anything!
I didn't kill her.
Plug it into his computer. It'll download all his phone information.
Call Wes.
Unlock the door, Rebecca.
I said open the damn door!
You have to get here right now!
- Get out of my house. - Let her go, then we'll leave.
- Get off! - Grab it!
Laurel!
Call an ambulance.
Why? He's dead.
Oh, my God!
Get him off her! Do something!!
- I'm so sorry. - Don't be.
You listen to me closely and do exactly as I tell you.
Remove the body.
My engagement ring is gone!
- Michaela... - How the hell do you have that?
You were a disaster that night. I could tell you wanted to go to the police.
- 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.
Just call the damn number.
- Annalise Keating gave me your number. - Emily Sinclair.
I'm the new prosecutor assigned to the Nate Lahey case.
Do you have time for a few questions?
Or would you rather us do this at the police station?
So, I want your word you're not gonna tell A.K. about me and Bonnie.
- Bonnie and Asher? - Gives you the heebie jeebies, right?
Oliver? What's the matter? Are you sick?
I tested positive.
She texted someone.
"Eggs 911. Lawyer's house."
Tell us the damn truth, Rebecca.
Did you... Kill... Lila?
You just need to tell me what happened that night.
Rebecca! Who was it? Who let her go, damn it?!
I didn't let her go. You have to believe me.
Sam killed Lila.
It's the version of the truth that makes the most sense.
Say it, and it will become true.
Sam killed Lila.
- Was it you? - No.
- I thought it was you. - Of course not.
Now what?
No. No, you don't have to do this.
You don't have to do this.
You don't. I'll be good. I'll be good.
I'll be so good!
Statistically, if you're going to be murdered,
your killer will be someone you know...
An acquaintance, a friend, a family member...
Your lover.
- _ - Why is that?
Why are we more inclined to hurt the ones we love the most?
And what challenges does that present a defense attorney?
Mr. Walsh?
The challenge for the defense attorney is that...
You were saying?
Right. Um, the challenge is that sometimes the police
only look at loved ones when trying to find a suspect.
- Now what? - Get rid of her.
Don't tell me how or where... Just take care of it.
It's a big uphill battle if your client knew the murder victim.
So your best strategy is to... Find a different acquaintance to pin it on?
But before you do that? Miss Pratt.
Attack the police investigation.
Use the idea that they're so used to thinking it's the husband or boyfriend
that they fail to look at other suspects.
I'm glad someone showed up to class today.
- _ Here.
It's Sam's.
You know, whoever did this had to be strong enough to drag her behind the stairs.
A person can lift almost anything if they're desperate enough.
The defense won Commonwealth v. Ferber by proving the police had bias.
Detectives' records even showed
they never considered other suspects other than Mr. Ferber.
Now, what if your client is the spouse of the murder victim and you know he did it?
What would be your defense strategy... Mr. Gibbins?
No one can find out about this, Frank...
Especially Wes. He can never know.
What if he already knows? 'Cause he did it.
- Mr. Gibbins? - Pass.
I'm not Professor Hahn. No one passes in my class.
I just did.
It wasn't him.
You sure about that?
I mean, after Sam, and do we really believe the story about his mom killing herself?
Wes didn't do this!
Okay.
Stand up.
50 bucks says he poops his pants
before she's done with him.
You come to my class late and then you flaunt, in my face, that you're unprepared.
Either way, this doesn't mean that we can't use this opportunity to exercise your brain.
So, think.
What would be a good defense for a spouse who's killed his lover?
Pass.
Mr. Gibbins...
I don't know the answer. That's what "pass" means.
So either keep wasting everyone's time or move on... Your choice.
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Were you drunk in class today,
or did you finally grow a pair after your girlfriend ran away?
I'm sorry... after you let her run away.
- Yeah. After I let her run away. - I knew it.
Waitlist, let Rebecca go.
- Don't joke about that, Wes. - "Don't joke about that, Wes."
Who says it's a joke? Maybe I did let her go.
But you didn't, so just stop saying that.
- "Stop saying that." - Michaela!
Oh, you want me to stop being annoying?
Then stop being a sociopath who steals engagement rings.
Mm. She's got you there. I'm team Michaela on this one.
- Never forget it. - Fine.
So, you're just gonna do that and hate me for the rest of our lives?
Lives? Are you kidding me?
I'm not gonna know you next year.
Fine. At least admit it kept you quiet.
Okay, you do realize I'm not scared to hit a bitch.
Oh, just throw me down the stairs. You did a pretty good job with Sam.
Hey!
You think I got time to be your freaking nanny? Shut your traps and get to work.
We don't have any work.
Today's the preliminary hearing for Caleb and Catherine Hapstall,
the adopted siblings accused of torturing and murdering their parents.
I finally heard back from A.D.A. Sinclair.
She says you'll be the first witness in Nate...
Quiet.
The hearing comes just three months since Grant and Ursula Hapstall,
owners of billion- dollar-valued Hapstall pharmaceuticals,
were bound, gagged, and shot to death inside their main line mansion.
My clients had nothing to do with this violent, horrific crime.
I'm confident the judge will agree and not let this go to trial.
You don't know how to get a case thrown out
in a preliminary, jackass.
We need to talk... Alone.
- I have other things to discuss. - Bonnie.
It's freaking "Lord of the Flies" out there.
- They're scared. - But is it true?
The puppy went attack dog on you today?
Acting out in class doesn't make him a killer, Frank.
Where you going?
To get us a murder case that didn't happen in this house.
The worst part of a murder charge in Pennsylvania...
The death penalty is still legal.
So if I were a hardworking, low-income parent,
like most of the people on a Philadelphia jury,
I'd relish giving you the needle.
I'm sorry. Who are you?
Rich, spoiled, and ungrateful for the privilege you were born into...
Sorry, adopted into.
You need to leave.
You don't deserve the money. You're not their real children.
You felt that growing up. And it made you resentful, angry,
and then you decided, "enough.
- Let's shoot mommy and daddy in the head." - I'm getting security.
Caleb, wait. Who are you?
The lawyer you should've hired in the first place.
Annalise Keating, of course!
How was her pitch?
Did she tell you that she made her boyfriend kill her husband yet?
Call me when he screws up.
We're gonna make him screw up.
Manipulate Victor into making a mistake so big in court
that Catherine and Caleb will have no other choice but to fire him and hire us.
Wait. Why would we want their loser case?
Their aunt saw them leave the murder scene...
You're late.
And since when don't you like a challenge, Mr. Millstone?
What about Rebecca's case, though?
Like... If that gets going again?
Rebecca's case is over.
But that firm is huge.
Which is why it'll be that much more fun to take them down.
What... you need a trophy to do your job?
Then quit.
You think you deserve to be here, that your job is safe?
You're here because I let you be here.
So do your work or get the hell out of my house!
I'd probably do what she says.
What... you still don't like surprises?
- How dare you. - Oh, relax.
- They can't know about this. - They can't? What about me?
Am I allowed to know what's going on?
- Haven't you talked to Nate? - Yes, he called,
but he seemed just as confused as to why I'd ever represent him.
And I tried to connect the dots, follow whatever crumbs you think you left,
but the only explanation that makes any sense...
If you can say that... Is that the two of you killed your husband!
That's Eve Rothlo, right?
- Who's Eve Rothlo? - Go away.
- Why is she here? - How does she know Annalise?
- Again, who is this lady? - She's a death-row attorney.
- She founded the exoneration group. - Oh, so she's a liberal.
No wonder I don't know who she is.
- Will you please lower your voice? - Why?
Because I'm right... You're a killer?
Nate didn't do it.
Are you saying that just 'cause he's your boyfriend?
He's not my boyfriend.
Mm, I'm sure.
I looked him up, by the way.
Saw those sad eyes. And that body?
But I said to myself, "don't do it, Eve. Block his number,
because if this was actually important to Annalise, she'd contact you herself."
You know I couldn't do that.
I know nothing except for the fact that this is insane.
Who does this, Annalise...
Barely speaks to someone for years, avoids them even, then reaches out via stranger?
- I had no one else to call. - You didn't call.
So that there would be no record of contact between us.
Because there's something to hide?
Tell me, Annalise, did the two of you do this together?
- No. - You paid Nate to do it?
- No. - You blackmailed him?
- Tell me what happened. - I can't.
All right. Then I'm leaving.
Listen, there is nothing that I can tell you to help you win Nate's case.
I won't win his case because I'm not taking it.
Can you just do this for me, please?!
Just do it for you, because we're so close?
He's innocent, right? I promise you that. I promise.
- No. - Eve...
This isn't court, Annalise. You can't play me.
Then why did you come here, huh?
It wasn't just to tell me no, right?
You want to help me.
I hate you so much.
So, Annalise wants you to trick their lawyer
- into making a mistake in court... - Oliver.
So she can then swoop in and represent the two crazies
who tied up and shot their parents in cold blood?
- Hey. - You know they did it, right?
I mean, they claim they didn't hear anything,
but they were inside the house at the time of the murder.
Look up, damn it!
Connor, no! We have to wait.
Yeah, for sex sex, but we can do other stuff.
I can't.
Well, can you at least help a brother out?
Oh, so this wasn't about us at all...
- This was about you getting off. - No.
And here I was, so generously trying to help you do your job.
My job's a train wreck right now, and, yes, I admit it...
My penis is really craving an orgasm. I'm sorry.
You don't get it.
I'm not going to be able to enjoy any sex if I'm worried I'm putting you in danger.
- I'm on prep. - You have two more weeks before it works,
not to mention you can't know for sure if you really want this.
By "this," do you mean you? Because I do know that.
Look, I'm not going to leave you just because of
something that's not that big of a deal anymore.
It is a big deal!
Okay, maybe... Maybe not for you,
but for me...
It's a big deal.
I'm sorry.
I just...
I really want to be here, more than anything,
even if that means being celibate for 14 more days.
Well, 13 days.
You took your first pill at 9:30 last Sunday,
so technically, it's 13 days from now, not 14.
He's doing it again...
Searching Jane Does just like he did last two nights.
So?
- So it means he knows Rebecca's dead. - Or he's just afraid that she's dead.
Are you spying on each of them, or Wes is the only one you're trying to pin this on?
You think I killed Rebecca?
You're very eager to blame this on a young man that you have no solid evidence on.
So... Did you?
I won't be mad if you did it. I'll just be mad that you're lying.
Annalise, you know I just talk a big game.
I'll clone all their computers, see if anything weird comes up.
Wait.
If you're right, that it was Wes, I have a way to find out.
Are we ever gonna have this out,
or are you gonna keep punishing me until I figure out exactly what's been bothering you?
Nothing's been bothering me.
Well, you were pretty upset with me in class yesterday.
I'd been up all night working on a paper. I was tired, I guess.
- Sorry. - Apology accepted.
- Is that all? - No.
We know where Rebecca is.
Frank found her at the Third Street Motel in West Philly.
I'm telling you so you know we're keeping an eye on her and that you were right...
She's kept quiet, no visits to the police.
- Thank you for telling me. - Just don't tell the others.
I don't want to have to walk in someplace and find her tied up again.
Laurel's got something on the Hapstall case.
It's the surveillance footage of the aunt who saw them the night of the murder.
- So, any news on Rebecca? - I'm not Frank, Laurel.
You can't twirl your hair and make me tell you things.
I'm not asking because I'm being nosy. This affects all of us.
No, this affects all of you.
I didn't make this mess, so don't you dare include me in it.
You don't know anything either, do you?
No.
Annalise just talks to Frank about these things.
There. That's her.
You're a lawyer for the Hapstall siblings, right?
Whatever this is, it's inappropriate.
I-I work at a spa their aunt goes to.
She wasn't where she says she was the night of the murders.
Miss Hapstall, can you tell us where you were the night of November 4th?
In the guest house on the estate.
I've been staying there while my house is being renovated.
And what happened around 9:30 that night?
I was reading a terrific book about Nixon
when I heard screaming coming from the mansion.
I went to my window... It faces the master suite of the mansion.
The master suite where your brother Grant and his wife Ursula were found dead
- by the housekeeper the next morning. - Yes.
I looked out the window for some time, hoping that everything was okay, when I saw them.
Your niece and nephew.
They ran by the master window, and there was no more screaming after that.
I assumed it was nothing.
But when the police came the next morning, I knew they had done it.
Your witness.
One question...
You said you saw my clients run by the window at around 9:30, correct?
Yes.
Your Honor, I would like to submit into evidence surveillance footage
from the Gladness Spa on November 4th.
Objection. We're not aware of any new evidence.
My team only just uncovered this footage, Your Honor.
The prosecution will have ample time to authenticate it.
Agreed. Let's see it.
Can you read me the time-stamp on the monitor, Miss Hapstall?
9:56 p.m., November 4th.
And who is this person now exiting their spa treatment?
Well... I believe that's me.
- How'd court go? - So far, so good.
Let's hope phase two works just as well.
Millstone.
Hey, lover boy. Your girlfriend wants you.
What? How... how'd you know that she's my girlfriend?
Oh. We didn't, until you just admitted it.
Freaking dumb-ass, Asher!
Hey. Did you know that they all know?
It's fine. I'll handle them.
So, I'm getting off early tonight.
Come over. You can see my place finally.
Tonight?
Uh, I have to study for our civ pro exams.
I'm, like really stressed.
I'll help to de-stress you.
I-I can't tonight.
Um, maybe... Maybe next week?
Um...
- Where's the puppy? - Just left for the library. Why?
- Frank. - Busy.
It's about eggs 911.
She texted someone.
"Eggs 911. Lawyer's house."
I should get a new cell number, right?
In case whoever Rebecca texted tries to find me.
Why would they want to find you?
So they can find out what happened to Rebecca.
What do you mean "what happened to Rebecca"?
We... we taped her up and held her hostage.
- What's going on, Frank? - Nothing. Relax.
I already got your number unlisted.
You change it now, and the police ever learn Rebecca's M.I.A.,
it'll look suspicious you changed it the same time.
So I just wait around until whoever it is texts me back?
Sit on the grenade. Exactly.
Come on. Just go to the motel.
Prove to me you're not a psycho killer.
So, you admit to being with Annalise the night Sam was killed, then?
I think Sam killed Lila.
She came here, you said in your original police statement?
Yeah.
You didn't go to her house before or after?
No.
I don't like you, Nate, not the way you're acting.
It's like you want to go away for this,
which is very likely, what with the whole "black man accused of killing the white husband" thing.
White folks... Always bringing up race
when it suits them, never when it matters.
You don't trust me... That I get.
So, ask me what you want to know.
How do you know Annalise?
We were the same year at Harvard Law.
- That all? - We were good friends.
So, put yourself in my shoes.
The woman who framed me tells me to replace my lawyer with her friend,
and I'm just supposed to trust that it's in my best interest?
What do you mean, framed you?
Hi.
This was part of your plan, right?
- What do you mean? - Your friend turned down my case.
What? No. I begged her to see you.
You set me up for a murder you probably committed yourself,
and now whatever the hell this is!
But it's over.
And, yeah, I may go to jail,
but I'm gonna make damn sure I take you down with me.
Nate, listen, I can fix this.
- Now who's doing the avoiding? - We can't be seen together.
Only if you take Nate's case, which you're not.
- That's true... I'm not. - Tell me why.
I thought you could figure that part out yourself.
What does that mean?
What does it mean?! You framed him!
- My God, you're not even denying it! - I'll explain if you just...
I gave you the chance to explain. You just lied to my face.
- Is that what he said? - I'm not doing this, Annalise.
I'm not letting you ruin me the way you ruined him.
That's why I asked you here, to fix this.
And risk my entire career in the process.
Did you really think I would do that,
that I wouldn't remember how familiar this all feels?
You don't get to do this anymore.
You don't get to use people and expect them to stick around.
Maybe this is who you've always been and I was just blind to it.
All that ambition to make up for the fact that you knew, deep down,
there is nothing good inside of you.
Shame on me for expecting more.
But I won't do it again, Annalise.
Stay away from me, or I'll scream bloody murder.
Is that the gin island refresher?
Vodka Martini. I don't do mixology.
Right. If it ain't broke...
So, um, do you work nearby, or are you staying at the hotel?
- I work nearby. - Nice.
What do you do? Men.
I'm gay, and I can tell you're hitting on me, which is really flattering.
Believe me, I'd be all about you if I were into women.
Uh-huh. Go away now.
_
Miss Hapstall, how often do you go to the Gladness Spa?
Once a week. I've got a herniated disk.
How we doing?
Massage seems to be the only thing that helps.
We're about to see. Any news on Rebecca?
- And did you get a massage on November 4th? - We're not talking about this here.
That depends on the year you're referring to.
If you mean 2013, then, yes, but if you mean 2014, then I was at home
witnessing my niece and nephew murder their parents.
Remind the witness that she's still under oath, Your Honor.
Judge, I have here the original surveillance footage from November 4th,
except for, this time, it's not doctored.
Objection!
Let's see the evidence before losing our heads.
On the left is the footage Mr. Leshner showed in court.
On the right is the undoctored footage.
On the left, the time stamp shows no year, but on the right, the year 2013.
There. Now it's whatever year we say it is.
The defense manipulated this footage, Your Honor.
That is a ridiculous accusation!
I'm not sure I believe that, Mr. Leshner. My chambers, now.
- Was this you? - Of course not.
Whoever gave us that footage...
That bitch.
Hey.
I'll meet you outside.
Our puppy trap came up empty.
- No. - He never went to the motel.
In what world doesn't he at least look for the girl, Annalise?
Want me to sit him down, make him spill it?
I'll do it.
Okay, but you need me there in case he freaks out.
- He won't. - We don't know that anymore.
I know how to handle him, Frank. Don't worry.
Do you like red wine? Sam bought this bottle in Sonoma a few years ago.
It's supposed to be good, is all I know.
I think I was too drunk at the wine tasting to remember.
Here. Open it.
You don't have to do this.
- Cook? - Please.
I don't do it as much as I'd like.
I know what you did. Rebecca's not at a motel.
You just made up you found her to see if I'd go look for her.
You can tell me anything. I'll protect you, always.
I didn't let her go. I told you that.
And I believe you.
But you're afraid I'm gonna try and find her.
Do you want to find her?
Of course, but I'm not pathetic.
She ran away, after I told her I believed her and after everything I did for her.
Sam. And she still didn't trust me.
Instead, she chose to run away. I have to respect that decision.
I'll get over her soon... I promise.
I'm sorry I didn't trust you.
I'm sorry I was mean in class.
_
Is there a girl in there?
- No. And how is that any... - Rebecca's dead...
Isn't she?
- Why do you think that? - Because it's true... She's dead.
Why do you think that?
She'd have gone to the police if she was still
alive, but she didn't because she's dead.
And now none of us need to worry, right?
You need to go.
But... you're making up stories 'cause you got too much time on your hands.
So go home, open a book, and act like a normal law student for once.
But...
If Rebecca talks to the police, we all go down. You're gonna take care of it?
You think I'm gonna whack Rebecca?
It's Laurel.
She's always sticking her head where it doesn't belong,
asking questions that don't concern her.
She lied to me about the trophy that night, stole prom queen's ring.
She even suggested I kill Rebecca that day.
It's like you say...
It's always the ones you least suspect, you know, the quiet ones.
It makes sense with her background, too.
Her father... you don't grow up to be normal when that's who raises you.
No, you become messed up.
You're wrong.
I wish I was, Annalise, but it's Laurel.
No, it's not.
You've got the wrong girl.
Hi.
Is everything okay?
No, everything is not.
Please... I believe her.
- We have to let her go. - What?
We have gone above and beyond here to try to fix this for all of you.
Rebecca!
Who was it? Who let her go? Who let her go, damn it?!
Hey.
I figured you'd be thirsty.
Yeah.
Thanks.
So, good news.
Annalise has decided to let you go.
Why?
She doesn't think you killed Lila.
And she trusts that you'll keep everything we've done for you a secret.
Yeah? Well, she's right.
Look, I just got scared... That's all.
I'm...
I'm not gonna tell anybody anything, I swear.
Wes didn't ask for any of this.
I-I don't want to hurt him anymore.
I promise... I promise... I'm not a bad person.
I know.
I tell myself that, too.
"You're a good person, Bonnie. You deserve a normal life...
Even if people said you didn't.
They're wrong.
You're a... Good person."
Bad things happened to me, too...
The worst things.
The difference is, I don't use them as an excuse.
I grew up, stopped playing the victim.
And then I definitely don't keep the cycle going...
Hurt people because they hurt me...
Kill a girl.
No, no. I didn't... I didn't kill Lila.
I don't believe you.
Uh...
You need to go.
No, no, no, no. Listen. Listen to me.
You don't have to do this. No, you don't. I'll be good.
I'll be good! I'll be so good...
I'm so sorry.
- She was innocent. - We don't know that.
She started all of this.
And she'd have kept dragging all of us down with her.
You lied to me, let me think this was Wes.
Frank thought it was Laurel
because of who she grew up around, but that was you.
You're the one sick enough to do this.
I didn't know how to tell you.
Because you knew I'd be ashamed of you.
You were in trouble... More than you even knew.
So I did what you would've done for me.
- Don't you dare put this on me. - It's true... I did it for you.
You did it for Sam! You still need him to be that man...
Good, kind, and someone who could even love you, but that's not who he was, Bonnie!
And now you're just as bad as him.
- I'm not. - You are!
Now that you've done this, you're a monster...
Just like him!
Let's get you a drink.
You live here alone?
You didn't come here to ask me about my personal life.
You were right.
I ruin people.
You mean Nate?
Everyone.
That's a little melodramatic, don't you think?
Only if you don't know me.
I know you...
Even if it's been a long time.
Well, I was the same back then. I did it to you.
- You did not ruin me. - I hurt you.
It's all part of the game, right?
And I'm doing okay.
I don't sit here thinking about you every day,
crying into my pillow how you left me for your therapist.
Hell, at least you married him.
I'm sorry I called.
You can trust me, Annalise.
Even if what Nate said is true?
I did it.
I framed him.
Because you killed Sam?
Because I'm protecting the person who did.
Does this person deserve your protection?
Yes.
Yeah.
Then you're doing what you think is right.
Sometimes that has to be enough.
Oh, look at me... A hot mess coming to your apartment in tears.
Oh, like I'm not used to it with you.
- Oh, please, I never... - Are you kidding? It was constant.
Oh, you're making it up.
After you lost your mock trial, when that D.A. told you he was scared of you.
- Oh, he was a bastard. - I agree with you.
And I'm not saying it was all tears all the time.
- Yeah. - We had our fun, too.
Remember those dinner parties at Al's, dancing all night at that Brazilian bar?
- You were fun, Annalise. - I was, wasn't I?
Okay. Um, let's put you to bed. I set up the guest room.
I'm so sorry.
No. Don't you dare apologize.
I lied.
I think about you every day.
Do you think we did it?
That's not a question I ever ask my clients.
But clearly, you have an opinion?
No. Listen, you want to say you're innocent. I understand that.
Research shows that juries more likely will acquit
if they've heard the defendant say, "I'm innocent." But I'm not on your jury.
We are innocent. We loved our parents,
and not because of all this, but because they loved us.
Then someone killed them, and now they're trying to blame us.
- You think you were framed? - Don't you?
What about your husband's murder trial?
Won't you be too distracted to take on a big case like this?
No, because I'm not on trial for his murder.
- But you're a suspect. - Some people say that.
But consider the facts... What if I did do it, killed my husband?
Like I said, I'm not on trial.
What'd I tell you, Frank? They're in.
Your Honor, any change to counsel this late could result in a mistrial.
If Ms. Sinclair's suggesting I'll be so bad at my job that I'll lose this trial,
then rest assured...
I plan to win this the first time around.
I'm glad Ms. Rothlo is so confident, but any delay...
I agree, which is why I'm allowing this change
only if Ms. Rothlo can stick to the start date.
I've won death-penalty cases on shorter notice.
Congratulations, Mr. Lahey. You've got yourself a new lawyer.
- I don't understand. - I'm moving in.
What? I never said that you...
You're worried how serious I am about us.
Well, here's how serious I am, because right now,
you are the only part of my day that I look forward to.
- Yeah, but, uh... - Oli, it's done, okay?
I'm already subletting my place. So, deal with it.
We are officially a boring, domesticated, cohabitating...
Couple.
Don't answer it.
- It's my Annalise ringtone. - Oh, God. Answer it.
Hello?
Where the hell is she taking us?
I think the point is that we don't know.
Or she's just about to off us.
You'd get no warning if I was gonna off you, Mr. Walsh.
You've all been through hell. So have I.
It's a miracle we're still standing.
But tonight, we're gonna forget about all that.
To having some fun!
Screw it.
I don't know who that person is.
I don't believe you.
I've never seen her before, okay?
And this is how bad I am at this spy crap...
Like, I'm afraid to hang out with my girlfriend,
'cause I know that I'm gonna tell her everything.
I know what happened at Trotter Lake, Asher.
So why don't we do this again? Have you seen this woman before?
Yeah.
Um... She stopped by the house the other day.
Annalise's house?
- Dance with me! - Over my dead body.
I'm sorry, Michaela. I shouldn't have taken the ring!
I just didn't know you then, but I know you now.
I know I can trust you.
So, please, just accept my apology so we can move on.
- I don't want to move on. - "I don't want to move on."
Ow! Stop it! Let me go!
- Wes, watch my bag! - Whoo!
_
We're live on the scene tonight, where police have just now discovered
a woman's body inside her car.
Sources tell us that the victim is none other than Helena Hapstall...
I was at home, witnessing my niece and nephew murder their parents.
It was just days ago that Miss Hapstall
took the stand against her niece and nephew,
testifying that she personally saw and heard
Caleb and Catherine fleeing the scene of their parents' murder.
The question detectives must now ask
is whether this was a random act of violence or related to the upcoming siblings' trial.
- You starting a new one? - I didn't know you went out.
Just a run to de-stress.
I like it.
Thanks.
You can't turn down a woman who asks you to dance.
But I have to watch Michaela's bag.
Wes, stop.
You can't beat yourself up anymore. It's time to move on.
So, come on. Prove to me that you can do it.
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Statistically, if you're going to be murdered,
your killer will be someone you know...
an acquaintance, a friend, a family member...
Your lover.
why is that?
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