Previously on "How To Get Away With Murder"...
Michaela: Is that...
- I found it here last week. - If what you're saying is true
and you knew nothing of this gun or Philip,
you need a lawyer separate from Catherine.
We're out of bourbon. This is Scotch.
How much longer till he leaves?
Annalise: I finally got it to calm down.
You don't remember, do you?
- Remember what? - There was a baby.
- I'm Rose. - Annalise.
You said "Christophe." You knew my mother.
So, tell me what you know. Tell me, damn it!
Get out.
[Annalise retching]
[Toilet flushes]
Noah: So, you just want to ignore the client numbers?
Xavier: Exactly. That's why I'm organizing them by last name.
Kennedy: Wait, I thought we were organizing these by year.
No, we file cases alphabetically.
Annalise: You're both wrong.
Professor Keating, good morning. How's that bump doing?
You don't get to ask me that.
I said whoever pulled my last court catalogue
should oversee my filings.
- Who is that? - Bonnie: That's me.
I thought we should file alphabetically
while keeping the client numbers sequential based on when they came to the firm.
From now on, ask Ms. Winterbottom if you're confused.
Clearly she's the only one who listens.
Great teamwork there.
Sam?
[Door opens]
What are you doing?
I got grease on my shirt.
No patient trusts a messy therapist.
- [Chuckles] - You hungry?
- Ugh. I can't. - Oh. Again?
I think it's dead and it's my body trying to warn me.
Okay, he is not dead.
He just wants to make sure we know he's coming.
- What? - I have to go to Ohio again.
I'm leaving Wednesday, coming back first thing Thursday morning.
Well, the ultrasound is Wednesday.
- I rescheduled it. - Annie.
I moved it closer. It's tomorrow.
See? I care.
[Sighs]
Don't marry a lawyer.
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Your edges are clear. No signs of infection.
Don't tell me you're gonna make me go back to work.
I thought you'd be chomping at the bit to get back.
Bed's been nice.
You been spending a lot of time sleeping?
Shouldn't I be?
Of course, but if there's something else going on...
No, I'm just having trouble sleeping.
Uh, exams are coming, so I've been stressed.
- How many hours are you getting? - Uh, two, three.
That must make it really hard to function during the day.
Yeah, which is why I'm here.
Annalise: I've just had too much time to think, to be honest.
I'll be fine.
I get that, but I wouldn't be doing my job
if I didn't at least present the option of seeing someone.
No, I'm not here for that.
You're here for sleeping pills, I know.
Sadly, this isn't a dispensary.
Okay, but I'm a 1L, and I really don't...
You don't have time for therapy.
I said the same thing when I was in med school.
I've done enough therapy in my life.
Dr. Greenlee: So you already have a number to call
in case you need to talk to someone?
He's dead. [Sniffles]
And I have to go to court for a plea hearing today, so...
Don't worry. I'll be back in bed in time for my stories.
I can't just give you pills and never see you again.
Is there someone more senior I can talk to, then?
I am the resident on call,
which means my opinion is the one that matters here.
Fine.
- I'll go. - Sir.
Just don't feel bad if I end up shooting myself.
I wish you hadn't just said that.
I'm sorry. I'm just tired. I didn't mean it.
I know. But now I can't let you leave.
- [Snoring] - Again?
We were studying and decided to get a drink.
- A drink or 10? - I was good.
But he... he just needs someone to talk to right now.
That's my favorite throw pillow.
- [Plates clatter] - Oh! Don't touch it!
Breakfast, bud. You hungry?
Yeah.
[Grunts] What's shakin', bacon?
Oh, you know, just enjoying the morning
with my two favorite guys.
Aww. You know what I have to say to that?
- [Farts] - Oh.
- [Laughs] - Come on.
Dude.
Did she specifically ask for us to come?
It's her first case back. Of course she wants you here.
So that's a no.
Stop worrying. It's going to be fine.
[Sighs] It never is when you say that.
- Where's Wes? - I don't know.
- He didn't answer when I called. - You didn't knock on his door?
No, I didn't knock on his door. We were already late,
and I didn't want to miss the showdown.
See? I'm not the only one who thinks she hates us.
She doesn't hate any of you.
Not even Laurel? She should.
Enough. Just be nice when she gets here.
But not too nice, you know. She'll hate that.
Here she comes.
- She hates us. - Good.
The feeling is mutual.
- Why are they here? - To help on the case.
He's already pleaded guilty. What do I need help with?
- You made it. - Of course I did.
I know. I just... You took it in the gut.
That's a suffer shot...
when you really want to make them feel it.
Interesting you should know that.
Tipstaff: All rise!
Be seated.
This is a plea hearing for Jason Murray,
charged for the second-degree murder of Tyler Robinson.
It's my understanding that the prosecution and defense
have already come to an agreement...
An agreement you need to refuse to accept, Your Honor.
My name is Joyce Robinson,
and the defendant shot and killed my son, Tyler.
And as the victim's mother,
I deserve to have a voice in these proceedings.
I'm sorry, Ms. Robinson, but this is not the forum to speak.
I've tried speaking with both A.D.A. Leigh
and Ms. Keating about my wishes,
and neither of them have taken the time to hear me out!
Your Honor, Ms. Robinson came to me
requesting a restorative justice hearing.
- What's a restorative justice hearing? - I informed her this alternative
cannot be considered under a murder charge.
The A.D.A. is correct, Ms. Robinson.
Restorative justice is reserved
for cases with far less severe charges.
Joyce: But why? If the victim's family
want the court to offer the defendant
- another option... - What other option?
Your Honor, my client has already agreed
to a quite lengthy sentence... 15 years...
and it would be unfair to allow the victim's family
to now hijack this process.
But what if I want a shorter sentence for Jason?
Annalise: Clearly this is a ploy
to fool my client into rejecting this deal.
Not to mention, any shorter sentence
would be a slap in the face to the actual victim.
You mean a slap in the face to you,
because you'll look soft on crime, right?
And you... I think you'd jump at a chance
to get a better deal for Jason.
That's true. Say I want that.
Your Honor, if Ms. Robinson tried to contact me, I apologize.
As you know, I've been in recovery.
Judge Stefano: But not discussing this option with your client
veers dangerously close
to ineffective assistance of counsel.
I have to stand up for Ms. Keating here, Your Honor.
I mean, as you said, this is not a viable option.
- That doesn't make any sense. - Enough.
I'm postponing this plea
and ordering you all to hold a restorative justice hearing
before any deal is reached.
- This is a waste of time and money. - Again, this is a murder case.
Do you both want to be held in contempt?
Ms. Robinson, let me know if you have any more problems.
You want something to do?
Prep our client for this stupidity.
Connor: It could be good, though.
- He could get a better deal. - Or a worse deal.
That woman is in shock and is gonna turn on Jason
the minute she gets in front of him.
- Where are you going? - To take a nap.
Frank: No, seriously, it's, uh, Judy or Ruth... Ethelle.
Kennedy: [Chuckles] You can look it up.
It's the name on my birth certificate.
No way. I refuse to believe
anyone's parents actually name their kid Kennedy.
Call my mother. She'll tell you the whole story behind it.
Wow.
You already want me to meet your mom?
- [Chuckling] Shut up. - [Door opens]
- I didn't say that. - Annalise: Frank.
Where are the articles I asked for on the Mahoney case?
Oh, I-I put them on your desk this morning.
What?!
You sure you don't want me to come? You might need backup.
I've defended scarier people.
What flight did you book me on?
Oh. I thought I was supposed to wait for the doc
to give the okay to fly.
Sam told you not to book it?
You work for me.
You get confused, I'll find a new secretary.
Assistant.
I'll call you what you want when you stop rubbing up on the interns.
Don't deny it.
Just think with your big head instead of your little one
from now on.
Go.
[Gasps]
Laurel: You're where?
Wes: The psych ward. I screwed up.
And... Just don't tell anyone.
Okay, I won't, but, Wes, what...
Just come get me.
[Cellphone beeps]
That your other boyfriend?
[Chuckles] Wes. He's home sick
and needs a copy of our CivPro outline.
We got work.
Annalise doesn't care about this case, so why should I?
Cover for me with Bonnie.
- You owe me. - Come up with something.
We'll see what we can work out.
- Bonnie: Where's Laurel? - Lady doctor.
What'd you give her, a UTI?
Here, I thought all the crap that's happened might make you grow up.
Okay, the hearing's set for tomorrow.
First Joyce will make her statement, then Jason.
They'll detail their experience of the crime and how it's affected them.
In an ideal world, both the victim and the defendant
feel healed and the world's a better place.
When, in reality, Joyce is just getting to be judge and jury.
It's what the judge wants.
And since you believe so much in this process,
you get to prep Jason with me.
Jason: I had heard about Tyler for a while.
He'd been running his mouth to his friends
about wanting to bang my girlfriend, Summer,
which he did,
so I went to confront him at the body shop he worked at.
I just wanted to scare him, but he came at me,
and the gun... it went off.
- Is that when you stole Tyler's phone? - What?
Bonnie: Tyler's phone was never recovered at the scene,
even though he made several calls right before.
I didn't touch his phone.
I just ran right after my gun went off.
I didn't even know I hit him.
And why bring your gun unless you planned to shoot the kid?
Asher: 'Cause he's a freaking gangbanger.
He's been arrested for possession of firearms, breaking and entering.
No way this mom actually wants to forgive him.
You never know.
Heart works in mysterious ways.
Jason: I wanted the chance to apologize for a long time now,
to look the people I hurt in the eye and...
Okay, you looking at me like that is distracting.
Bonnie: Joyce might look at you even worse.
You just need to push through,
impress upon her how sorry you are.
Okay.
I got this.
Michaela: I agree with Annalise. This is a waste of time.
Seriously.
Lipstick this pig all you want. The dude just snapped.
Bonnie: Frank.
Whatever. People snap. It's no biggie.
Laurel: You promise you didn't say anything?
I just told her I was stressed.
But not 'cause of anything specific?
No. I'm not actually crazy. She just thinks I am.
Yeah, well, I don't blame her. You look awful.
'Cause I haven't slept!
- [Door opens] - Melanie: Hi.
I heard we had a family member here?
Oh, I knew they weren't gonna let me in,
so I said we were adopted, but I was lying. I'm his girlfriend.
- How long have you been dating? - Uh, eight months?
Yeah. We met in a study group.
Wow.
- What? - Nothing.
It's just, if I had a boyfriend of eight months
joke about committing suicide,
I'd want him to get professional help.
- No, I do. - You don't.
And I very much question the health of your relationship
if you can't see this is for Wes' benefit.
We could sue you for a wrongful diagnosis
or file an injunction with a judge to get him released.
True. But as law students, you should know
that involuntary holds are only reviewable by the court
after the 120-hour hold.
So why don't you leave? Let me chat with Wes,
and see if we can get to know each other better.
Laurel: Wes went to the health center to get some sleeping pills...
... and they checked him into the psych ward instead.
He's fine. He hasn't said anything.
But I'm nervous he's gonna crack if he stays in there too long.
He's in good hands.
- You want to just leave him in there? - Why not?
He'll sleep, get waited on hand and foot.
Believe me, I might check myself in, too.
You can't just punish him like this.
- Excuse me? - You're mad at him, and I get that,
but he just did what you asked.
And you should see him. He's a mess.
He just needs you to forgive him.
You're fired.
My old Bonnie's back, so I don't need you anymore.
- [Knock on door] - Bonnie: It's me.
Come in.
Laurel was just leaving.
[Door closes]
You here to bug me about Jason?
No. About Caleb.
He's downstairs.
Caleb: I didn't want to come here.
I swear I didn't. It's just...
Your new lawyer isn't me.
The police won't tell us anything about Philip,
- if they know where he is. - You think I do?
You found him the first time.
When he didn't think there was a reason to hide.
Okay, but if we work together on this,
- we can help each other. - Your sister shot me.
I almost died. How the hell can you help me?
She was drugged, and the person responsible for all this...
killing my parents, Sinclair, shooting you... he's still free.
Please, Annalise.
I wouldn't be here if I had another choice.
- You need to go. - No.
I need your help.
It's not my job to take care of you anymore.
Leave.
Caleb. What happened?
It doesn't matter.
Annalise is still really sick, so if she said something...
What do you need? Maybe I can help.
Did she teach you how to do this?
How to act the whore in order to play people?
- You're the whore. - Excuse me?
You waited until after you screwed me
to show me that gun. And I fell for it,
even thought about breaking the law for you,
because I thought I knew you.
But I don't, do I?
You're right.
I just wanted to get laid.
Glad we could clear that up.
[Door closes]
Mahoney's alibi is still in play.
If subpoenaed, refusal is evident.
Might have to file a motion
for the judge to grant immunity under the Fifth Amendment.
[Knock on door]
I finished organizing the new case files.
Did you want me to start work on last year's?
- I thought you all had class. - We do.
The others left,
but it doesn't start for another half-hour, so I figured...
[Groans]
- Sciatica? - Oh, no.
Maybe it's just this baby's too damn big.
Have you tried lying on your side?
[Sighs] No. Why?
It helps sometimes.
What the hell? [Chuckles]
Oof.
[Sighs]
I'll go.
No, no, no, no. Stay.
Talk to me.
[Sighs]
How's it going with Sam?
Don't worry.
He'd never tell me anything you discuss.
I know.
I don't worry about that. It's just...
He's really helping me, like you said he would.
And thank you for everything.
Stop. You're doing all the hard work yourself.
Wow.
Okay.
This might actually be working.
[Shouting] Shut up!
[Muffled screaming]
Frank: Don't you think we should help Caleb?
I mean, the guy's got billions,
and this whole mess depends on Philip being the mastermind.
And you think you can find the man that the FBI can't?
No, but maybe they already found him.
They're just not letting us know 'cause they believe his story and not ours.
You ever consider that?
If they believe the inbred trash over us,
then we deserve to go down for this.
Annalise, we need to talk about Jason's hearing.
What are you all still doing here?
We're working. You know, for you.
Well, do it somewhere else. I want my house back.
You still want to pretend like everything's fine?
Empathy doesn't even cover it. This mother's a miracle.
I mean, the amount of will it takes to forgive your son's killer?
Who does that?
Not to say that I can't see the other side of it.
How do you know he won't go out and kill again?
You don't. He probably will.
But I do think people are redeemable.
We're all capable of having a bad day.
Doesn't mean it should define you for life.
Where you going, dude?
I got to take a squirt.
Hey, wait a minute. Michaela, is it just me,
or is there, like, a lot of chemistry between you and Asher?
[Silverware clatters]
I don't think I've ever been more insulted.
He's just trying to pawn our new roommate off on you.
[Chuckles] That's not happening.
You sure? I mean, his moves in that rap video were pretty good,
which means he's probably awesome in bed.
Oli, I told you, he just needs friends right now.
- Yeah, but why us? - Because his mom's a jerk
and... and Bonnie just dumped him.
Look, I get that he's a pain in the ass sometimes,
but shouldn't I be getting some credit here
for trying to be a good person for once?
So you're just pretending to like him so that you can make yourself feel better?
I don't know. Would that really be that bad of a thing?
Michaela: Hmm. I only like you when you're an ass.
[Chuckles]
Melanie: I'm really patient, Wes.
What do you want me to say?
That I grew up poor, was bullied,
that my mom killed herself?
'Cause all that's true,
but I've gotten through my whole life knowing it,
and it's never caused me to lose sleep.
You know what has, though?
Law school.
First year is the hardest, and I am so behind, I just...
[Scoffs]
You can't even know.
Okay.
I'll just ignore the bomb drop about your mom
if you promise me
there's nothing else going on with you right now.
It's just law school?
Yes, that's all.
Wes.
We were so close.
Annalise Keating...
the professor you work for who got shot?
That has nothing to do with this.
See, that's where we disagree.
[Knock on door] Come in.
What do you want?
Bonnie: Michaela found a discrepancy on Jason's case.
Tyler's phone was never recovered,
so I searched his records
and saw the last text he ever sent was to his mother...
- "I love you." - A mama's boy. How sweet.
But he spelled "love" "L-U-V."
Tyler never did that in any of his previous texts.
That was only Jason.
It's a simple question that I need a simple answer to.
"Yes, I sent the text from Tyler's phone,"
or "No, I don't know what you're talking about."
If I tell you the truth,
you can't tell anyone else, right?
You just told us the truth.
Don't you ever tell that to anyone again.
Understood?
Joyce: I have been so angry.
At you, mostly, but angry at the lawyers, the system, and God.
I have looked up
everything there is to know about you, Jason,
and I get it now. Your father's in jail.
You didn't have a mother like me.
You didn't have anyone. You grew up alone.
And I can't blame you for that.
I blame a world that lets you own a gun
and that lets you grow up without love,
'cause if what you're saying is true...
... this was an accident,
and I don't see the point in your whole life being ruined
because of one terrible mistake.
So, this is a selfish act I am doing here, Jason,
forgiving you, [voice breaking] because I can't
live the rest of my life being angry.
And neither can you.
So maybe we can help each other, huh?
Wouldn't that be nice, to just... just help each other
after all this horribleness?
[Sniffles]
_
Sam: What case is that?
Same one you're trying to sabotage.
[Scoffs]
I just said maybe wait a day until he booked it, that's all.
Me taking this case is all your fault, you know.
I would never have signed on to a federal case
if it weren't for you and the Dean pushing me...
- If you don't want the tenure, screw it. - I want the tenure,
but only 'cause he doesn't want to give it to me.
What do you think?
You think your mom will finally get what she deserves?
- Stop. - I think she will,
and then the school is gonna wonder what took them so long in the first place,
because your mom's not wasting her talents
- changing your diapers all day. - You tell him.
Your dad, on the other hand, is lazy,
and will happily stay home with you all day.
And all you have to worry about
is pooping and burping, male bonding...
[Shouting]
Sam!
[Lock disengages]
You know, why is it that women feel the need
to hide themselves when they cry?
Huh?
Or is that just me?
Maybe it's easier to cry alone.
You don't believe in this process, do you?
Depends on the client.
Some are good, some are bad.
But the bad ones need more than a talking-to
to learn their lesson.
Jason: Every day, I wake up kicking myself.
Why'd I bring that gun?
If I just left it home, we would have got in a fight...
bashed each other's faces.
No one would be dead.
You'd still have your son.
When you said that you wanted this hearing,
I-I felt weird.
But also...
... for the first time,
I had hope
that I can try to be better.
T-That's because of you.
I want to do everything I can to earn your forgiveness.
Let's take 15.
- I'm not finished. - Jason, you're upset.
I lied.
[Sniffles] I shot him on purpose.
I saw the blood everywhere.
He was gasping.
Uh, then his phone buzzed.
He was reaching for it, so I grabbed it.
You texted him if he needed a ride home.
[Sniffles]
I didn't want you to find him, so I texted you.
I-I texted [sniffles] "Found a ride."
And "I love you."
His last words to me were yours.
[Sniffles] I let him die.
[Sniffles]
I let him die.
Annalise: Nothing he said in there is admissible in trial.
I know. But tear up any plea deal
- we negotiated prior to this. - He told the truth,
and that was the whole point of this hearing.
It was a hearing neither of us wanted.
This is still my decision.
I'm upping the charge from second degree to first,
and I'm going for the death penalty.
Nate: I can't be seen with you.
Ah, we're just two good-looking dudes talking shop.
Just tell me what you want.
Any word on Philip?
Already told Annalise I think he's in Canada.
That was a week ago.
Yep, and the Feds aren't really calling a beat cop with updates.
Hold up.
You talk to her lately?
- Why do you care? - 'Cause I do.
And so do you. That's obvious.
Unless you're just covering up for her so you can use it against us later.
Okay. This just got stupid again.
Something's off, Nate.
I've known her a long time.
I've seen her go through bad stuff, but...
A visit might do her good is all.
If Annalise knew you were trying to get me to worry about her,
she'd fire your ass, or worse.
Don't come here again.
Annalise: File a motion for vindictive prosecution
and prepare mitigation evidence in case we lose that.
I'll prep penalty-phase witnesses, too.
It would be unethical for us to be seen here together.
I don't care. Nothing's changed for me.
What I saw in there proves the process works.
Jason's life is worth saving.
You might think you know what you're doing, but you're in denial.
Jason lied to you.
He stood there over your son while he bled out.
Hate won't win. Don't you get that?
Well, it just did. Your boy's still dead.
It might be easy for me to go through life hating Jason,
but that only destroys me, and I want to feel better.
And my feelings are what's important here,
not the D.A.'s, not yours.
Mine. Because I lost my son. Me.
And I don't want an eye for an eye.
- Oh, I don't buy you. - I want to heal!
And I want Jason to heal.
And he's not doing that on death row,
so get over yourself and do your job.
See that?
- That's his nose, his eyes. - Oh, wow.
The heartbeat? Let's hear it.
[Heart beating]
Strong.
Heart rate's good.
Head circumference is normal for size.
I'm supposed to fly to Cleveland tomorrow. It's for a case.
Cleveland's what, an hour-and-a-half flight?
You'll be fine.
Now, right here, if you look closely, you see the kidneys,
which are also good for form and position.
Annalise: We need to convince the A.D.A. to come back to the table.
Get her to consider our original plea deal.
Connor: What? Why would we want to get him less time?
Seriously. If Catherine deserves to go to jail,
then an actual murderer definitely does.
Your guilt about Catherine is not about her.
It's about your feelings towards Caleb.
No. It's about the fact that I actually have a conscience,
and don't tell me there's something wrong with that.
We've all done terrible things, the worst things, all of us.
And none of us has spent one day in jail,
but we all seem fine with that.
Why?
Because you all think you're good people, that your lives are worth something.
Then what's Jason's life worth?
What about Wes' life?
He's in a psych ward, and you don't care.
He's what?
- What are you talking about? - He went crazy?
He went for some sleeping pills, and they locked him up.
When the hell did you find that out?
Annalise knows, and she won't do anything.
He could crack in there, tell them everything.
Michaela: Yeah, if he hasn't already.
Why haven't you done anything to get him out?
'Cause she only cares about her damn naps.
Everyone is tired and saying things they don't mean.
I meant every word.
- We need to prep for Jason's hearing. - No, that's your job.
I'm done doing whatever the hell she says.
I'm with her.
Me too.
Asher.
How could you just leave him in there?
They're big babies. They'll get over it.
[Door closes]
Commonwealth v. Miller.
We're gonna bring that to the judge as precedent,
and we're gonna tell her that the original deal should stand.
And you're gonna find me any other precedents.
We're gonna get Jason the deal he deserves.
Leigh: After attempting a restorative justice hearing,
per Your Honor's instructions,
the Commonwealth has decided to move forward with trial.
We're also raising our charges to first degree,
and we'll be seeking the death penalty.
Based on evidence that just came to light during our hearing.
We'll be using independent means to support our case at trial.
Which still makes it illegal, Your Honor,
and I cite Wong Sun v. United States
as precedent.
I also request that you remove A.D.A. Leigh from the case
based on bias against my client as a result of said hearing.
The defense has no proof of bias, Your Honor.
Jason trusted that what he said during the hearing
would not be used against him.
You now changing your charge proves your own bias,
and accepting the change, Your Honor,
destroys any chance of this process being used in the future.
- That is a leap. - The first time
restorative justice gets applied to a murder charge here,
and the client gets punished for it?
This case cannot bear the weight of all future cases.
My client's life is at stake here
because he trusted in an experimental legal process
that you demanded he take part in, Your Honor!
So now you're blaming the judge?
No, the point is that I'm not blaming my client,
and neither is the victim's mother,
whose voice is still not being heard!
Judge Stefano: I hear you, Ms. Keating, but I am finding no legal recourse
to remove the A.D.A. or throw out the charge.
That is a matter for the jury.
A jury of strangers
when the victim's mother is demanding rehabilitation?
I'm sorry, Ms. Keating...
Demand the D.A. present the original deal, Judge.
Show our colleagues that we need to stop blaming the defendants
and start blaming ourselves for a system that tears apart families
by incarcerating every man of color that steps foot in the courtroom,
and then we scold them for not raising their children right.
I mean, let's end the cycle.
It's within your power here today, Your Honor.
Ms. Leigh, is the Commonwealth truly steadfast
in pursuing capital punishment?
[Indistinct whispering]
Upon reflection...
we are willing to forgo the death penalty.
Thank you.
But only if Mr. Murray will agree
to life imprisonment without parole.
The original deal was 15 years, Your Honor.
- I'll take it. - No, let me negotiate.
Jason, stop. Let her defend you.
- Sit down. - I need to pay for what I did to you.
No, you don't. You need to make it better,
and you can't do that if you're in jail.
Stop! Please. Everyone, just stop!
[Sighs]
I want to take this deal, judge.
[Spectators murmuring]
[Voice breaking] And here's my number, all right?
You call me. You call me whenever you want.
Please stop. Look at me.
Look at me, Jason.
I'm not giving up on you. That's not how this works.
I want... I want to know you, and I want you to know me, okay?
You don't get a say in that. You hear me?
Okay.
We're in this together now, okay?
All right? Okay.
I knew this wouldn't work.
Wes: My mom worked a bunch of jobs,
so I usually let myself in after school.
Did my homework,
sometimes watched TV at our neighbor's.
But that day...
... all I saw was blood.
I didn't know what was going on, so I just stood there.
[Sniffles]
I knew I was supposed to go over to her...
help her.
They took her to the hospital,
tried to save her, but...
[Scoffs] She died in the ambulance.
I was 12.
You've been triggered, Wes.
Your boss was shot. She almost died.
And it may seem unrelated to you, but...
it's making you remember.
I just need to sleep.
Please.
Rose: Sorry I'm late.
Oh, don't worry about it. You know me.
As long as I have a place to sit,
- I can wait all day. - [Chuckles]
- Where's Christophe? - At the neighbor's.
He'd be a pain if I brought him.
[Chuckles]
- So, how are you feeling? - [Exhales deeply]
I was going to bring that back brace.
I forgot. Next time.
Thank you.
What is it?
[Chuckles] You're making me nervous.
Open it.
Who are you?
A lawyer.
- No. You don't need to be scared. - That's not true anymore.
There's a way that I can help you,
but only if you don't run away from me right now.
What does that mean?
I won't let you get hurt. Or your son.
Just sit down, Rose.
Sit down.
[Sniffles]
Michaela: If you do not at least let us speak
to the attending in charge, we'll be forced
to file an injunction, which will call into question
not only you, but every nurse and doctor in this department.
Michaela?
Connor: So, what'd you say in there?
I mean, they... they let you out early,
so you must have said something, right?
I didn't tell her anything.
- I wasn't... I... - You don't have to worry.
I talked about my childhood to get her off my back.
It worked.
Asher: Must have been nice, though, to talk to someone.
I mean, we don't ever really do that.
And I get it... It's not like we need
to be up each other's butts all the time. It's just...
[Sighs] I don't know. I thought maybe it'd be nice
if we didn't lie to each other from now on.
- Who's lying to you? - That I know of?
Walsh.
What?
I overheard you say you only hang out with me out of pity.
- No, I... - Don't lie, man.
Yeah, all right. Look, I said that, but I...
I just worry about you, is all.
Yeah, because you think I'm gonna snitch.
No.
But, I mean, if you thought about it,
I wouldn't blame you.
After Sam, that's all I wanted to do.
And the only reason I got through any of this was...
Us? Because we're all besties?
No.
- Oliver. - Aww.
Look, I'm just saying that
we clearly don't have Annalise to look out for us anymore,
so that's our job from now on.
Okay, I'm gonna open the window to throw up now.
Michaela.
I'm allowed to be weirded out by this conversation.
Why? 'Cause you're afraid to have feelings?
Around you people? Yes.
Why can't we count on Annalise anymore?
Today she showed her true colors.
- Or we finally opened our eyes. - She's sick.
She just needs time to get better.
- She needs therapy. - We all need therapy.
Asher: No, we don't.
'Cause we gots each other.
Right, Mr. Softy-Wofty?
Okay, look, I only said that to make you feel better,
so can we all just not talk
for the rest of the ride, please?
[Scoffs]
["Ixode" by Zola Jesus plays]
♪ I did it all ♪
♪ But I did it all ♪
- ♪ But I did it all ♪ - [Door opens]
Frank: I'm surprised you showed up.
Why?
We walked out on Annalise, not you.
I'm not sure there's a difference.
Okay.
What about the whole "We can't let Annalise get between us" rule?
That's before your ungrateful, spoiled asses
decided to kick a woman while she's down.
She deserved that.
So forget about her, then. Let's talk about us.
How you lied to me about Wes.
I told Annalise. She didn't care.
Which is why you should have told me,
your boyfriend, who could help you.
- You're not my boyfriend. - What?
[Knock on door]
♪ I did it all ♪
Boyfriends don't lie to their girlfriends all the time.
You're the one who just got caught lying.
So you're telling me you don't lie to me all the time?
- Of course not. - Another lie.
Okay. What's going on with you?
Nothing. Just tell me I'm wrong.
[Sniffs]
That you don't lie to me on a daily basis
about all the crap you do for Annalise.
See? You can't.
I can't do it anymore, either.
- What does that mean? - [Groans]
Wes shot Annalise, not me.
She told him Rebecca was dead,
so he shot her in the stomach because he wanted her dead.
And... I don't blame him.
But somehow she does.
Even though this was all her idea,
she blames him.
♪ But I did it all ♪
♪ I did it all ♪
Why didn't you tell me?
- I don't know. - That's not an answer.
I know. I'm sorry, but...
♪ I did it all ♪
... you don't tell me things, either.
Why do you keep saying that?
"What if it's mostly bad things?"
That is what you said to me, and then you shut down.
Meanwhile, all I've done since then is think about it...
the terrible things you've done.
I know you drugged Catherine
and dumped her in the woods, so are they...
... worse than that?
♪ I did it all ♪
[Voice breaking] See? You won't tell me.
[Sniffles]
Maybe I shouldn't know,
but I just can't keep doing this, you know...
falling for you, because I am...
not if I'm never going to actually get to know you.
♪ But I did it all ♪
So...
- ♪ I did it all ♪ - ... it's better we stop.
With everything that's going on,
it's just all gotten too complicated.
♪ I did it all ♪
[Sniffles]
Right.
♪ I did it all ♪
I'll go.
I killed Lila.
♪ I did it all ♪
♪ But I did it all ♪
♪ I did it all ♪
[Sighs]
[Cellphone ringing]
[Sighs]
What?
Connor: I just got an e-mail.
It's a video from that night,
and... I don't know what to do.
Laurel: Wes.
- Wes: Where's Connor? - Not with you?
Connor, talk to me.
I think Philip's back.