Previously on "How to Get Away With Murder"...
I shot Annalise Keating,
but I was drugged by Philip Jessup.
The police won't tell us anything about Philip,
if they know where he is.
It's not my job to take care of you anymore.
I just got an e-mail.
It's a video from that night.
Connor, talk to me.
I think Philip's back.
I just can't keep doing this,
not if I'm ever going to actually get to know you.
I killed Lila.
Who are you?
I won't let you get hurt. Or your son.
Wes went to the health center
and they checked him into the psych ward.
He's a mess.
He just needs you to forgive him.
♪ ♪
Just sit down, Rose.
Come on. Sit down.
_
Come on.
I'm sorry, but I was afraid
that you would refuse to talk to me if you knew who I was.
And you think this is better?
I'm not asking you to lie.
I only want you to tell me what you know.
You're asking me for a lot more than that.
Just tell me what you saw that night.
Why do we have to go through this again?
Because your story has to be airtight if we put you on the stand.
It's stayed the same every time you've asked.
And you don't mind telling me one more time.
Let's go... from the beginning.
It's a habit I picked up from my father...
first one in, last one out.
I've worked the night shift since I started.
Get there at 8:00, finish up around 3:00 a.m.
What time would you get to the 11th floor?
Around midnight.
I guess I started dozing off around midnight,
decided that I should head home,
so I started packing up my stuff
when the, uh, cleaning lady came in.
Rose.
Rose, yeah. Right.
Did you see anyone when you got out of the elevator?
No.
The floor was empty.
But then I went into the corner office and saw him...
Mr. Mahoney.
- Which one? - Charles.
The young one.
The older one never stayed that late.
We talked about the weather... something like that,
how the rain hadn't let up.
And, um... then I left.
What did you talk about?
The rain.
Did they tell you to say that?
No.
The roads were slick, so...
it took me longer to get home that night.
When I saw the police lights on my street,
I thought maybe there had, you know, been a car accident.
Then I saw they were outside our front door.
So, I-I pushed inside, and I saw Vickie.
She was covered in blood.
That's... That's enough. We're done.
I've got good news.
Your story matches Rose's.
You spoke to her?
She's agreed to testify.
Congratulations. You've got your alibi.
Is she dead?
What did we do?
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His e-mail is Argus.
It's from Greek mythology.
Argus is a 100-eyed giant who sees everything,
which means Philip... has seen everything.
Isn't that cute of him? He's taunting us with nicknames.
So what do you want me to do?
I'm not in the video.
You don't get to hold a grudge right now.
No?
Because you all said some very hurtful things.
Yeah, and you made us shoot you, so I think that we're even.
Laurel shot me.
You ran away, as you tend to do.
Interesting, too, isn't it,
that you're the only one not in this?
What, you think that I sent it?
Anything's possible with you people.
Okay.
Let's be clear about something.
I was a mess that night.
So I did stop to record anything.
Plus, I went back in the house.
Don't you remember that?
I tried to stop you from bleeding out.
M-Maybe I did.
I mean, maybe I'm the reason that you're still alive.
I'm sorry.
It's just... We need your help.
Please.
Finally, you remember your manners.
Call the others.
Wait, isn't it better that they don't know?
Especially Asher... He could flip out.
Millstone is the reason we're in this mess.
He doesn't get a pass.
Call everyone except for Wes.
We spent that whole time defending Rebecca.
You... You sat in that courtroom with us,
even after what we did with Sam.
The only reason why any of that was okay was because...
he killed Lila... Sam.
Not you.
It was me.
Why?
See?
You can't say it because you're lying.
You didn't do it!
I did.
Then tell me why you did it.
Was it because you knew Lila?
Because you were sleeping with her?
- No. - Then tell me why!
I had to.
Why?
Don't you dare answer that.
- It's Annalise. - I don't care.
Oh, my God.
You did it for Annalise?
'Cause Annalise knew that, uh, Sam got Lila pregnant.
So she had you kill her?
I'll explain. Just...
Hang on.
Sorry. I was in the shower.
Philip recorded the kids at the mansion that night.
What?
Just get to the house. I'll explain.
Okay.
Okay, w-w-we'll be right there.
iNo manches! IVete muchísimo a la fregada!
Ay, tranquila.
Tranquila, respira...
♪ ♪
Frank, finally. Where's Laurel?
What, she's not here?
No, and she's not answering her phone.
Maybe Philip kidnapped someone for real this time.
- What took you so long? - I didn't hear my phone.
Will someone please show me the fricking video?
What do we do, respond?
We should call Oliver,
- have him hack that bitch back. - No.
I agree.
It's too dangerous to involve Oliver.
Frank, get your guy to see if he can find out
where the e-mail came from.
Well, what do we do if we find him?
I mean, we're not gonna...
He's a hacker.
We're not gonna be able to find him by tracking
- his I.P. address. - We have to try.
It's a trap.
He didn't send it to the police.
He sent it to us because the only thing it proves
is that Philip also was at the scene of the crime that night.
So, sit down, take a deep breath,
and let Mommy take care of it the way she always does.
If this is about why Michaela keeps calling,
I don't care.
Me neither.
Then why are you here?
- Who's Charles Mahoney? - I don't know.
What's going on?
Nothing. You're acting weird.
You are, too.
I had a fight with Frank,
and I don't want to talk about it.
Well, I don't want to talk, either,
but you came here.
Tell me who Charles Mahoney is,
and then I'll tell you what our fight was about.
I don't know who he is.
Right, but then you have a whole file of things about his trial.
Annalise dropped it off.
You saw her?
No, she just left this file here,
and I don't know why...
other than to make me go crazy.
Go crazy about what?
My mother.
Annalise knew her.
Oh, my God.
What?
Dude, open your pie hole.
He e-mailed again.
Annalise?!
"Deposit $1 million in the below account
within 36 hours, or this goes to the police..."
Now what...
Mommy?
Frank. My office.
Retire the Men's Warehouse.
What the hell?
You have to look the part if I'm taking you to Ohio.
I get to go?
No hotel bars, no girls, no anything.
I need you on your "A" game, assuming you have one.
- I'll be a saint. - Ooh.
Like a glove.
What's this?
New duds for the Mahoney trial.
Oh, Fishtown's going to the majors.
- Congrats. - Thanks.
- How long we going for? - No more than a month.
- A month? - Seriously,
what if that thing decides to come out early?
Women have been giving birth since time began.
I can definitely stand in a courtroom while pregnant
and kick ass.
I was only asking so I can pick which weekends to visit.
Oh, no, no, no, I don't want you sniffing around,
talking to my belly.
Exactly. We got to focus on the case.
Ohio, here we come.
We should go to Ohio.
We could read the transcript, see
- how your mom was involved. - No.
There's got to be a ton of flights.
We're not flying to Ohio when I can just ask Annalise.
She doesn't want to see you.
How do you know that?
Because I asked her to help me get you
out of the psych ward, and she said no.
Don't worry. She'll get over it.
But we can get the answers on our own until that happens.
I don't have money to just buy a last-minute plane...
It's on my father.
Window or aisle?
♪ ♪
You want to know why Philip's an idiot?
'Cause he thinks a self-employed lawyer's
got $1 million lying around.
Well, I do have some of it.
Sam's insurance money.
And if you want something to worry about,
find your girlfriend.
The more time goes by,
the more I think she actually did get kidnapped.
Enter the word or phrase separated by plus signs,
and it'll find all instances of that word
from the judicial database.
So, if we were looking for Rose Gibbins...
Actually, it's...
Rose Edmond.
What if we wanted to pull up all the court transcripts
from a specific case... U.S. v. Charles Mahoney?
- When was the trial? - 2005.
All court transcripts before '09 are hard copy only.
I can have them delivered from storage if you like.
We have time.
Mm. Suit yourself.
So, Gibbins is your dad's last name?
No.
They changed my name when I went into foster care.
- Who did? - My foster family.
They thought it'd help me acclimate.
And you believed that?
No, of course you did. I-I just...
Frank?
Such a baby.
I'll go get us some snacks or something.
How much do you earn at your janitorial position
at Mahoney Hedge Management?
- $7 an hour. - That's not a lot.
A woman in your position might try to earn money in other ways.
Testifying in this trial, for example.
I didn't get paid to do this.
You're telling us there wasn't a bank account set up?
Maybe a college fund for your son, Christophe,
in return for your cooperation?
You promised you wouldn't bring my son into this.
Don't look at her. I'm the one asking the questions.
What about a green card to stay in the country?
This was a mistake. I can't do this for you.
Your immigration status has nothing to do
with you testifying.
You say that,
but a prosecutor might want to call I.C.E.,
and then what happens to Christophe?
You can trust me.
I won't let anyone hurt you two.
Shame on you...
using your own baby to make me do this.
Rose, wait. I can fix this, all right?
Listen, let me explain.
She wants assurance that she'll be protected from deportation.
Tell her yes.
I did, but she specifically asked to testify anonymously.
I spoke to the judge, and he agreed,
so she'll be giving a statement in another room,
her identity and voice obscured.
What jury is going to believe a witness
hiding behind a black dot?
It's my job to make them believe her.
How?
You need to look into someone's eyes
to know whether or not they're telling the truth.
That's not gonna happen here.
So, either we agree to this, or Charles loses his alibi.
You tell Rose that the only reason
she and her son have a roof over their heads
is because of the paychecks this company has been giving them
over the years.
Don't look at him.
Shall I talk to her?
Do you need me to take care of this?
We need to trust Ms. Keating, Sylvia.
We hired her for a reason.
She has a reputation for taking risks.
Dad, there has to be some other way.
- I mean, she's poor... - Shut your mouth.
This woman holds our son's life completely in her hands.
As a parent, I'm sure she can appreciate
how concerned we are for his fate.
Please remind her of that.
Laurel and Wes' phones are both going to voicemail.
Shh.
If I can prove there's no premeditation,
I can plead voluntary manslaughter.
That's, what, 10 years? 15, max?
I'd be massive by the time I get out, all swole and...
What are you doing right now?
I'm just trying to get ahead of this thing
- before the video comes out. - It's not going to.
Okay, but if it does,
it's only fair that I take the fall and explain everything,
- or at least some... - Do you trust me?
- Yeah. - Then believe me when I say
I will tell you when it's time to freak out.
We're not there yet.
You know what would help calm him down?
You banging him.
You bang him. I'm fine right here.
Just talked to Laurel. She's in bed with the flu.
- What'd you do? - Nothing.
Seriously, I'm a much better boyfriend these days.
What?
That's how we're gonna go get the money.
Michaela?
- Yeah? - Get your coat.
We're gonna pay a visit to your boyfriend.
I hate it here.
How do you think I feel?
What is this?
A rare occurrence when I come to offer an apology.
You were right about Philip.
It's in all our interests to find him.
What changed your mind?
To be honest, Ms. Pratt made a strong case on your behalf.
So how do we find him?
First, you give me a $250,000 retainer...
all cash, so there's no record of our working together.
- Done. Then? - You go to Catherine.
You get her to tell you everything she knows about Philip.
- She already told us what she knows. - Has she?
She in prison because of Philip.
Why would she still hide anything?
Because she's scared to tell you the truth, disappoint you.
You have to stop making her out to be the villain here.
We're not saying she's the villain.
We're saying she's been victimized by one.
And you're the only one she'll open up to,
especially if she thinks Philip is still a danger to you.
Just talk to her.
That's all we're asking.
You let her in our house?
The FBI won't tell us anything,
but Annalise, she wants to help us find Philip.
Why? Have you thought about that?
She was shot, Catherine.
Like you need to remind me.
She blames Philip for that, not you.
So if there's something else you know...
I won't be mad.
I love you.
Just tell me.
Did he do it?
Kill Mom and Dad?
Maybe I did it myself.
Don't say that.
Maybe I killed them for Philip
because he's the brother who'd actually love me
the way I always wanted.
You were the one who was supposed to have my back.
You sure know how to pick them.
Must have been one long-ass trial.
Happy hunting.
♪ ♪
Mahoney Hedge Management
has been under surveillance by the FBI and the FEC for years.
The government believes that the company founded and run
by Wallace Mahoney swindled millions from their clients,
hardworking citizens who trusted Wallace and Charles
with their savings.
But the Mahoneys have yet to be brought to justice.
Why?
Because the one person on the inside with a conscience,
Vickie Moran, was brutally bludgeoned to death
by her fiancé, Charles Mahoney.
He discovered that she was about to turn on him and his family,
so he killed her with his own two hands.
It's easy for the prosecution to paint
someone like Charles Mahoney as a greedy,
money-hungry monster out to protect his fortune.
It's a cliché that the prosecutor
is counting on you to believe.
But it's a story he's made up,
a piece of bad fiction with no merit
and not a single piece of physical evidence
against my client, Charles.
Here is the witness list.
Is she on it?
No, but do any of the names look familiar?
I'm Special Agent Alexandra Kain.
Ms. Moran started working with me three months
prior to her murder.
Christophe, you're not in trouble.
She had been resistant to my previous attempts,
but then agreed to act as my informant
after a physical-abuse altercation with the defendant.
Objection. Hearsay.
Sustained.
There's an anonymous witness.
G-34.
Why would they allow a witness to testify anonymously?
If the judge believed their life was in danger.
That must be her.
The fatal blow struck the victim
on the back of the head,
lacerating a four-inch section of the scalp.
Objection. Lack of scientific foundation.
The trajectory of blood spatter shows
- the angle of impact. - Vickie told me
- Charles was acting strange... - since 2003...
and she thought his company was in some trouble.
and had seen profits exceeding all our expectations.
Here.
I found her.
My first witness will testify anonymously
via closed-circuit television feed.
The jury should note that the witness will be under oath
and that their testimony should be given the same weight
as any other testimony.
"Judge... 'Ms. Keating, do you need more time'"...
to collect your witness?
No, your honor.
My associate has assured me that the witness is ready.
It should just be another moment.
Ms. Keating...
this is getting rather ludicrous.
- She didn't show. - No, keep looking.
Witness G-34 is listed as failure to appear.
She never testified.
Why do you think I brought you with me?
To prevent this exact thing from happening.
She said she had to use the ladies...
W-what, was I supposed to follow her in there?
Go away.
I'll get her back.
And the jury?
How do we make sure we get them back?
It's a setback. I've overcome worse.
My corporate attorneys told me not to hire you,
but every judge and lawyer friend I know told me
that we would need a woman if we had any chance at winning.
And with a jury made up mostly of minorities,
a woman of color would be best.
So I found you.
Turns out, there aren't a lot of women like you out there,
which is why I went against my instincts
and chose to ignore this.
Maybe it'd even make you more sympathetic to the jury,
I thought.
But now...
don't give your people a bad name.
♪ ♪
Hey, she's alive.
Barely.
I might be home sooner than I thought.
Really?
You already get your "not guilty"?
I messed up with a witness today,
and I'm about to be fired.
You want my opinion?
Why else would I be calling you?
I think you should quit.
Who cares about keeping some bastard rich kid out of jail?
That said, you will hate yourself
if you walk away right now,
and then I'll bear the brunt of your crankiness for weeks.
So either way, it's about your feelings.
Well, who else's matter?
You know what?
I'm gonna quit just to make you suffer.
Suffer how?
Uh-huh.
No, I want to hear you say it.
Caleb just called.
Catherine gave him nothing.
You know, we could stop.
Let it all burn.
We'll go to jail.
But is this really better than that?
I never wanted children.
Never even crossed my mind till I turned your age,
and everyone asking, "When? Why not?
You'll feel different when the baby's in your hands.
It's the greatest experience of your life."
Now I have five of them, and I know...
it's the worst experience of my life.
Everyone, go home.
Is everything okay?
No, but we're not gonna fix anything tonight.
But what about the deadline? We only have like 12 more hours.
We'll meet up in the morning, decide what to do then.
Go. Have sex, get drunk, whatever makes you happy
'cause we don't know what the hell is gonna happen tomorrow.
They're closing.
We can come back tomorrow.
Wes?
They killed her...
when she didn't testify.
And made it look like a suicide?
You sound like Asher.
Except this time, it's true.
Annalise needs my mom as a witness
but gets her killed, leaves her son an orphan,
so when he applies to law school,
she helps him get in...
I only got accepted here two days ago...
from the wait list.
Adds a fifth spot to her team so he can work with her...
I've decided to hire one more of you.
And that one will be... Wes Gibbins.
And she protected me...
even after what I did.
I'm so sorry.
Don't be.
Tell me I'm wrong, Laurel.
I didn't come because of Annalise.
I came to see how you were doing.
- How do you think I'm doing? - Bitchy, apparently.
So much so, you can't appreciate
a friend coming to check on you.
'Cause I'm sorry,
but I don't see anyone else here.
Michaela. I'm sorry.
It's just...
What?
- Catherine. - Did she say something?
No.
I-it's just...
I've never seen her this way.
And I know that's just what jail does
and that I need to be there for her, but...
I don't know what to believe anymore.
You believe what makes you feel better.
I've missed you.
I know that's weird to say.
We don't know each other that well.
We've seen each other naked.
I think that means we know each other.
Can I?
You don't have to ask.
There was this case in New Jersey...
the defendant argued diminished capacity because she had PMS.
They dropped the charge from murder to manslaughter.
I could argue something chemical too, right?
Like... Like 'roid rage or something...
Asher, I'm not doing this with you.
Well, as my lawyer, I-I might make you.
I'm not your lawyer.
- I-I know technically you... - I'm not your girlfriend, either.
I protected you that night,
and that confused things.
But I can't be that person for you.
There's never a chance that...
things could change in the future?
No.
You should go home and sleep.
You'll feel better in the morning.
Okay.
Wait.
You eat red meat, right?
Look at me.
Of course I eat red meat.
Are you sure I can't help?
Nope, you stay right there. I got this.
What?
Nothing.
This looks good.
Save the compliments till you've tasted it.
Honey, I'm home.
Uh, what was that?
Uh, it was just work stuff.
Okay, look, I know our sex life hasn't been the greatest
since "the farter" took over the living room,
but if you're on Dude4Dude right now...
No, no, no, It's just... Look.
Stanford.
I'm applying to transfer.
And I want you to come with me.
What are you talking about?
Philip, the serial killer,
he... he knows where we live.
I don't know why we're waiting for him to break in
while we're sleeping to steal locks of our hair
- when we should be moving. - Okay, so let's move.
Doesn't mean it has to be 3,000 miles away.
It's Silicon Valley.
I mean, y-you'll be readily employed,
and by someone far more appreciative than Annalise.
Wow, she's really done a number on you.
Just think about it, okay?
It's warm.
We'll do yoga all the time,
and our asses will be totally toned.
Okay, well, I've never even seen you study a lick,
so let's just see if you get in.
My ass is offended.
Oh, yeah? Is it?
Well, let me see it.
I'll be sure to make it feel better.
You're the horniest person I know.
You love it.
Okay.
What's up?
Nothing.
Really?
'Cause the dress and you cooking...
I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be thinking right now.
It's dinner. There's nothing to think about.
Okay, but do you blame me for at least wondering
why you're doing all this?
You know, I was just trying to do something nice for you.
You want me to go?
Do what you want.
I'm sorry, okay, for saying that.
It wasn't intended the way you took it.
Thanks for dinner.
How did you intend me to take it?
How are my feelings not supposed to be hurt?
This is hard for both of us, Annalise.
- What is, getting fed by me? - Figuring this out... us.
Why do you come here then?
Visit me while I'm sick,
bring me Chinese food... why do that?
Because I'm trying to be here for you.
Is that all?
Because I'm the one thinking,
"Maybe he's coming here because it's all an act.
He's just waiting for a chance to make me pay."
You're serious? You still think that's possible?
Look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong.
You're wrong.
You know how you can know that?
What good would that do me to tell the truth now?
Tell me how that helps out any of us at this point.
I forgave you, Annalise.
That's why I came here.
For dinner.
It's that simple.
Come here.
They said it'd take 20 minutes.
For a sandwich?
They better be good.
Mm-hmm. Cleveland's finest.
What really happened?
He's been calling all day.
He's my father... basically.
I know, it's a total cliché, but, yeah.
I fell for my father.
What's the deal with your father?
Uh...
He is not a good person,
to the point that, uh, everything we've done
with Annalise... yeah, there's a reason
why I haven't been as messed up by it as everyone else.
I thought I'd get away from him, become someone better.
But instead, I ended up dating a guy just like him
and liking it.
That's the worst part.
And I don't know what to do with that, because...
what does that make me?
You're not a bad person.
- Shut up. - I'm serious.
Maybe your dad is.
And Frank, Annalise.
But you've been watching out for me when you didn't have to.
So...
thank you is all I'm saying.
Stop being so nice. It makes me feel weird.
That was...
I really shouldn't have done that.
Uh, yeah. We're...
We're just tired.
Yeah.
I'll go check on the food.
Great, yeah.
- You're not in trouble. - Then leave me alone.
You looked me straight in the eye, and
you said you were telling the truth,
but you weren't, were you?
You didn't see Charles that night.
You can find another witness. I know you can find someone.
I can't. It's only you.
I don't know what's gonna happen anymore, Rose.
You said you would do this, and now...
this man...
I don't know what he will do if you don't do what you promised.
You're just as bad as them.
Who was that?
No one.
- Go to bed. - We were going to watch TV.
Since when is it okay to give me mouth?
You go to bed when I say.
Go to bed!
Here's all the files on Rose Edmond.
The medical examiner's report,
and here's all the police reports
from the investigation.
Anything else?
♪ ♪
You really don't remember any of this?
I remember finding her.
Here. They call it a suicide.
"Cause of death attributed to acute blood loss
from an incised wound to the neck.
Based on angle and depth of the laceration,
it appears the injury was self-inflicted."
Two medical examiners
and the case detective signed off on it.
This is my fault.
I made you come all the way here,
and it was a stupid idea.
Let's go home.
Ohio sucks.
What time is it?
A little past 8:00.
Wow.
I can't remember the last time I slept that late.
It's the sheets.
Yeah. They're nice.
What?
You want my advice?
Of course.
You don't negotiate with crazies.
Wait him out.
Eventually, they surrender.
Anything else is throwing fuel on the fire.
So...
I'm with you.
You do...
Nothing.
There was no time stamp on the video.
We can easily say it was taken on a different night.
I'm sure there's a way to prove it was taken that night.
People saw us, what we were wearing.
But if we pay him... Have you thought that through?
What's to stop him from asking for another $1 million?
What's to stop him from sending it to the police?
His fear of getting found.
Do you really think this is about the money for him?
No, it's about feeling small, insecure...
that, "Mommy and Daddy never loved me," because they didn't.
And now he's taking it out on us.
We're gonna call his bluff.
- And what if he calls ours? - Let him.
- 20 seconds until the deadline. - Good.
Let him know that we're in this together...
eight of us against one of his pathetic ass.
Actually, just six, since Wes and Laurel are still missing.
Maybe we tell him we need more time.
- No, we don't. - 10 seconds.
Count it down.
Show him what we think of him, that we don't give a flying...
Five, four, three, two, one.
See?
Now get up and get some work done for once.
Wait.
We beat his ass. We beat his ass.
We beat his ass. He can suck on my...
Well, that didn't last very long, did it?
When was this?
- Last night. - He's here in town?
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
I need to talk to you.
Alone.
Now is not a good time, Laurel.
I don't care.
- You will when you see this video. - Philip's stalking us.
I said I don't care!
Now.
Did you know this whole time?
Know what?
This.
You really don't remember any of this?
I remember finding her.
There.
Is it true? Hmm?
Did Wes kill his mother?
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