All language subtitles for How to get away with Murder S04 E14 (ENG SUBS)

Previously on
"How to Get Away With Murder"...

- Tell me you didn't.
- Didn't what?

Bang the press secretary.

Isaac overdosed, Annalise.

So if you think you
need to drink, drink.

The Sixth Amendment
was ratified in 1791.

Let's finally guarantee its
rights to all of our citizens.

It's Simon.

He's awake.

Plug this into your car's data port.

It'll ding me if anyone
messes with the brakes.

She had Dominick set up a meeting

between her and the puppy

so she could pay him 100K.

Laurel. Your mom's been lying to you.

You're having legal trouble.

Okay, I'm telling Laurel about this.

Hello?

- Mrs. Castillo?
- Hi.

Hi. Um...

Look, I'm not sure what this is about.

Sit. I'll explain.

Actually, I just came to say

I'm not okay meeting
behind Laurel's back...

Sit, Christophe.

Would you like something to eat?

Perhaps a beer?

I just want to know what I'm doing here.

You're having legal troubles.

Wallace Mahoney was killed.

Not sure what that has to do with me.

But you've had other troubles
with the police, no?

Okay, I'm telling Laurel about this...

I'll pay you, Christophe.

Pay me for what?

To stop seeing Laurel.

Okay, I'm telling Laurel about this.

I'll pay you, Christophe.

Pay me for what?

- To stop seeing Laurel.
- When was this?

The day before he died.

And Wes never told you?

Do you blame him? She got in his head.

Why would she want him
to stop seeing you?

Because she's insane, literally,

or maybe I was wrong. This was all her.

Don't jump to conclusions.

You need to go to Denver

- and ask him exactly what he knows.
- She can't go to Denver.

He's been involved in
this since day one.

If he's been working
with your dad or mom,

then it's too dangerous to go near him.

- Fine, then I'll go to my mother.
- We're telling Annalise, Laurel.

No, she just got back from DC.

The last thing she needs
is for me to dump this on her.

Do you want your son back?

Of course.

Then we need Annalise's help.
I'll talk to her.

No, wait!

I should be the one who tells her.

I know. It's just...

there's something else that
she's dealing with right now.

Where's Laurel?

She didn't pick up her phone
when I called.

Well, try again because I don't want

to have to go through this twice.

Why? Because it's about Laurel? I...

I said that we should wait
until she's here.

I bet it's about the class action.

The justices were so impressed
they already decided that you won.

What is it about the word "wait"
that no one understands?

- Why aren't youcalling her?
- Actually,

while we're waiting, Connor and I

- have some news we want to share.
- Not now, Oli.

- We're getting married!
- We already know that.

Yeah, but we're getting married with a

- wedding!
- Is it true?

We spent the entire day in the courtroom

where people fought tooth and nail

for us to be gay and equal.

It gave us some feels.

Yeah, but just no... no
"Macarena" or flash mobs.

And I say we have
a big, gay bachelor party

with big, gay stripper packages.

Simon's awake.

- Did he talk?
- Can he talk?

I don't know.

Bonnie only said that
he woke up from the coma.

Okay, so, there's still a chance

that the bullet turned
his brain into mush?

Hi.

Can we go outside?

Did you talk to Nate?

Yeah, he has an in with
the detective on Simon's case.

He'll call you when there's an update.

You mean he'll call me
when there's a disaster.

Can't I just feel good for once?

Just once...

Okay, tell me what you came to say.

I can take it.

Isaac is still in the hospital.

- A nurse told me he's on dialysis.
- So?

I just thought you'd want to know.

Like I don't have enough to worry about?

- Annalise?
- What?

The hospital just called.

Simon wants to see me.

So much for Nate warning us about that.

The good news is that he regained

some of his ability to speak,

but, obviously, he's still very weak.

Does he remember what happened?

All I'm authorized to tell you is that

his neurological status has improved.

For example, it's a good sign

that he asked for you by name.

Right.

What if it's a trap?

Like Simon already told them that
we were trying to frame him,

and now they're just trying
to catch Oliver in a lie?

- Nate would've told us that.
- But what if seeing Oliver

is what triggers Simon's memory?

Then at least we'll know what's coming.

It's gonna be fine.

Mr. Hampton.

- Detective Nicholls.
- I remember.

So, he was threatening you?

I don't think he wanted to hurt anybody.

This is still an active investigation...

so do not say anything
that could bias Mr. Drake

or distort his memory.

- I understand.
- Do you?

Because if I sense you
feeding him any information

that could prompt him to your version

- of what happened that night...
- You mean the truth?

I'll arrest you
for obstruction of justice

is my point.

The detectives only
know what you told them.

So just stick to that story...

that you saw Simon stealing
the files and he shot himself.

I wasn't there when he shot himself.

Simon's gonna remember that.

Oliver, look at me.

You're a great liar,
more than you realize.

So just go in there and say
as little as possible.

Simon?

Hi...

Look at you.

You're awake.

D... Did I...

Did I...

Did I do it?

Did you do what?

Come...

Come out to you?

He doesn't remember
anything about the shooting.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- For all he knows, our story's true.
- For now.

I looked up brain injuries, and they say
it's like a computer booting back up.

You might not remember
anything at first,

but eventually, your
memory can come back.

Can come back, and that hasn't
happened yet, so Oliver's right.

You all need to go home, breathe

because right now we're okay.

I don't feel good about this.

Then you shouldn't have come.

I just think we should've told Annalise.

That was Bonnie's job,
and she told us we should wait.

Then we at least should've
told Bonnie we were coming...

Quiet.

Salut, Maman.

If you want more, call Dominick.

He'll find me.

Just don't use your name
in case anyone's listening.

I'm not doing this.

She's going to break
your heart, Christophe.

She spent her life trying to fix me.

Now she does the same with men.

When she realizes she
can't fix them, she moves on.

She did it with Dominick,

then Frank,

now you...

She did it with Dominick,

then Frank,

now you...

Why'd you want him to stop seeing me?

He was a murder suspect.

I wanted to protect you.

Or you wanted to protect Antares.

Was the FBI after Dad again?

Your father didn't know
I saw Christophe.

Wes.

And you admit it then?
You had Dominick kill him?

Of course not.

Then why didn't you help him?

He left that voicemail for you.

What voicemail?

Wes left a message on Dominick's
phone the night he died.

I didn't know.

- Stop lying.
- I'm not lying!

Regardemoi.

Regardemoi, ma petite.

I was only trying to protect you.

You're the last person in the world

who could ever protect me.

Maybe that's true.

But I would never hurt anyone you loved.

Please believe me.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How'd Oliver do?
- Not bad.

The detective bought
the whole gay thing.

Well, the gay thing is true.

Everything else is not.

I'm sorry.

It's fine.

I should be prepping in case
your father gets a new trial

and not dragging you into this mess.

After everything you did,

he'd knock my ass out
if I didn't help you.

Keep your phone close.

This isn't the version of a facial

- I was hoping you were talking about.
- You heard AK...

best thing we can do
right now is selfcare.

I don't think she meant have a spa day.

Okay, well, don't get jelly

if you end up looking like Oli's
daddy in the wedding photos.

Come with me. Right now.

You better not be
texting your "D" from DC.

I only wrote "Hi."
I'm not gonna send it.

Look, I was okay keeping my mouth
shut when this was a oneanddone,

but you clearly have feelings for him.

I don't.

Fine. The truth is...

I don't know if I have feelings,

but don't worry.
I'm not gonna act on them.

- You already did.
- Again.

Because you want to stay with Asher,

or because Marcus doesn't live here?

I know it was wrong.

And mean.

But everything's always
so horrible here.

And when I was there,

when we were doing
something good for people,

I guess it was just nice to have
someone only see me as me.

Look...

you did a bad thing,

and you can't take that part back.

So right now

you need to make a decision.

Do you want to be a cheater

or a lying cheater?

Because the truth's gonna come out.

Just like it probably will about Simon.

So just...

um, pick the type of
person you want to be.

The rest is up to Asher.

Marcus?

No.

This is Michaela Pratt.

How would you describe
your feelings toward Simon Drake?

Can I be blunt?

I was never a fan, but we were fine.

Professional.

Well, witnesses say

you were openly hostile
toward one another.

Two hypercompetitive law students

who had the occasional squabble...

that's quite the social anomaly.

Did you happen to have
one of these squabbles

the night of the Caplan & Gold party?

What are you so worried about?

You're doing that fakeass smile you
plaster on when you're nervous.

Or when I want to cut a bitch but can't

'cause I'm at a work function.

Who told you that? Simon?

Either you shared words
or you didn't, Ms. Pratt.

Okay.

I'm going to ignore the fact

that you're trying to manufacture

some kind of haphazard
confession from me,

and instead point out
that you are overstepping

numerous interrogation guidelines,

which strongly discourage
law enforcement

from correlating innocuous
interactions from the past

to an act of extreme violence.

So, can we describe
this conversation as "over,"

or do I need to call my lawyer?

Simon's remembering more.

Okay, but how do you know that it was
Simon that told them about the fight?

I mean, that party was packed.
Anybody could've heard.

Or the more likely scenario...

the computer's booting back up.

- Oliver, you have to marry Simon.
- What?

We give him his dream
husband and a green card

- in exchange for his silence.
- I'm not doing that.

You'd rather us all go to prison?

Look, I'd rather take the
fall than let you go to jail.

Stop.

The world needs Michaela Pratt
more than it needs

another average white guy like me.

Or we just have Frank go in
and smother him.

- Never say that again!
- Enough.

Michaela's right.

I am not letting Oliver marry Simon.

She's right in that the only way

to solve this is to control Simon.

He needs to hire me as his lawyer.

- He hates you.
- He doesn't hate Oliver.

- I can't go back in there.
- You have to.

SSend Nate in!

Simon doesn't know Nate,
let alone trust him.

And wasn't it your idea to frame
Simon in the first place?

Least you can do now
is to help us turn him.

You're back.

Of course.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

It's just...

I've been thinking a lot
about what you said,

and... I'm sorry that it
took almost losing you

to make me realize how I feel, but...

I have to be honest here.

I really like you, too, Simon.

You do?

So much.

Which is why I also have to be honest

and tell you that...

I really think
you need to hire a lawyer.

Can I help you?

Someone I know has been a patient here.

I just don't know
if they're still admitted.

- Name?
- Isaac Roa.

- And are you a family member?
- No.

Then I'll need your name, as well.

Hospital policy.

Annalise Keating.

Let me check.

Annalise.

- Did it work?
- No.

Then you need to go back in there

while the detectives are gone.

He already has a lawyer.

Annalise.

- You got this.
- Leave.

Okay.

You're representing Mr. Drake?

That would explain why I'm here.

What I can't figure out is why you are.

You're okay with a conflict
of interest of this magnitude?

Excuse me?

Simon Drake broke into your firm's files

in an attempt to destroy
one of your richest clients.

- According to Ms. Pratt.
- And Mr. Drake?

Has he denied any of this?

I admire you, Annalise,

ever since I wrote a brief
on your Death Row Appeal

- when I was a 2L at Stanford.
- Your point?

You're not gonna win this one.

Because your real client
is Jorge Castillo

and not that poor boy in there.

Anything to make sure
that the files he stole

- don't get to the FBI.
- We're done.

Does Simon know who you're working for,

or do we need Oliver to tell him?

I've hired a security guard to make sure

no unauthorized guests visit
Mr. Drake without my approval.

Oliver is not on that list.

Go home, girl. Get some rest.

You look like you need it.

I'll pay you, Christophe.

Pay me for what?

To stop seeing Laurel.

Call Dominick. He'll find me.

Just don't use your name.

It's me.

You missed study group.

I fell asleep.

Well, luckily, you have
a great girlfriend

who not only brought you
a copy of the outline...

but Buster's.

Italian or turkey?

Wes?

What?

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm okay to talk more
about it if you want.

Talk more about what?

Frank.

- Tell me nothing happened.
- Of course nothing happened!

We talked about it.

So unless there's something else
you need to tell me...

There isn't.

Then we're good.

And I'm sorry if I seem out of it.

I'm probably just hungry.

We're not gonna study
if we keep that up.

Which one?

Turkey.

You hungry?

Fridge is empty. I can pick up Buster's.

Why didn't he tell me?

We were together right after
he met with her.

He could have told me.

Now, to be fair,

you never told him about us.

You can go.

Come on, I'm just trying to help.

I meant go tell Annalise everything.

I don't care that she's
freaked out about Simon.

Maybe at least she can tell me

who I'm supposed to believe here.

Maybe your mom's telling the truth.

That's really helpful.

It makes sense.
She never got the message

because Dominick told your dad
about it and not her.

Or she told Dominick to kill Wes,

and now my child is alone
in some hospital room

because he's been born
into the worst family ever.

You're gonna get him back.

- You don't know that.
- I do.

You hear me?

No matter what I have to do,

I'm bringing that kid home to you.

No more dead people.

I know.

You need to go to Denver
and ask him exactly what he knows.

She can't go to Denver.

What now?

I don't understand. Why would it go off?

It said "mechanical error,"
so it could be anything.

Engine looks fine.

- This a new scratch?
- Why?

Someone backing into you
would have set it off.

- Or someone cut my brakes.
- Your brakes are fine.

What about the gas tank?

I checked the whole car, Bon.

Everything looks fine.

Fine enough that you'd drive it?

No?

You're gonna be pissed.

Tell me right now.

Laurel and I saw Mommy.

Idiot.

She denies having anything
to do with killing Wes.

Of course she did. But
the minute you left her,

she called Jorge, and now
he's messing with my car.

There's nothing wrong with your car.

According to you!

Should we flip a coin?

To decide who tells Annalise.

You're telling her.

Annalise?

Once she realizes she
can't fix them, she moves on.

She did it with Frank,

Dominick,

now you.

Why are you trying
to pick a fight right now?

- 'Cause I have a bad feeling.
- About...?

That you're only with me
'cause you want to fix me.

- That's not true!
- It makes sense.

You've spent your whole life
trying to fix your mom.

- And now what? It's my turn?
- My mom?

- Are you alone?
- Yes.

- Thank God.
- What's wrong?

Connor says I have to tell
Asher about Marcus

before we all go to jail, but...

I don't even know what I want, so...

can you please tell me what I want?

I am the last person you want
to be asking about this.

You're the only person
I trust on this topic.

Why? Because I cheated
on Wes with Frank?

No. But...

why didn't you tell Wes?

Was it because you didn't have
actual feelings for Frank?

Like you knew it was just hormones

and you got caught in the moment

and you knew if you told Wes,

it would only make everything worse?

Worse than the two of
us having a huge fight

on the day he died?

Are we the most horrible
people you've ever met?

No.

We just have horrible parents.

We're too old to be blaming our parents

for everything wrong in our lives.

Neither of us learned how to be

in a normal relationship
is all I'm saying.

It doesn't excuse cheating, I know,

but maybe it does explain why

we'd both sabotage anything
good in our lives.

I would have lost it a long time
ago if I didn't have Asher.

Then tell him that.

Maybe Michaela's right.

I should just marry Simon
so he can get his green card

and we're all safe.

Where am I left in this scenario?

We could be a throuple.

But, actually, it's not a bad idea.

Okay, I'm totally down
for a throuple situation,

just not with Simon.

No, no, no. I mean
you two getting married.

I mean, spousal privilege means

you can't testify against
each other in court.

Maybe we should all get married...
me and Michaela,

Frank and Laurel...

- Bonnie and Annalise.
- Yeah, whatever it takes.

You guys just
have to make sure that,

Michaela doesn't pull
a runaway bride on me.

Not that she would.

I mean, she loves me, obvie, but, um,

you know, we're still
working through some...

intimacy issues.

So...

What?

- Nothing.
- Nothing.

I read the articles about your case...

making it sound like you could win.

I won't believe it until
I get an actual decision.

But still...

I'm proud of you.

You in pain?

No.

That's a good sign, right?

You didn't do this to me, Annalise.

You know you're not my doctor anymore,

so you don't need to say things
to make me feel better.

That's not why I'm saying it.

Do you think you would've relapsed
if I'd never walked into your office?

- You actually think that?
- I wanted to die, Annalise.

That's why I'm here.

I give up.

We're different.

You get things thrown at you,

you... you get back up,
and you choose life.

- I'm a drunk.
- You're sober now.

I almost took a drink in DC.

Right before I walked into court,

I panicked, and...

But you didn't.

There you go.

No.

Let me take responsibility
for something for once.

Did you hurt me? Yeah.

That's on me.

Because I let myself feel things
for you that I shouldn't have.

I felt them, too.

- I pushed us there.
- No.

I failed you.

I don't need your apologies.

I just need you to get better.

Eat, sleep, get a new kidney...

whatever you need.

Finally get yourself out of here.

This is the last time we can
see each other, Annalise.

Hi.

You with Laurel?

No. What's wrong?

Simon remembered she was
at the party that night.

He's giving his statement
to the detectives tomorrow.

Asher, we need to go home and talk.

I'll explain why once we're there.

Explain what?

You love me and you want
to spend the rest of our lives together?

Or that you're a horrible human being

who made my worst nightmare come true

when you boned Marcus Walker?

You told him?

He put it together on his own.

Because I'm not an idiot.

You think it didn't occur to me

the moment that I saw you two together?

He's the epitome of everything
you've ever wanted,

but I shoved the thought away.

I told myself that I was being small

for even thinking
that you would cheat on me.

Because you loved me.

Those were your words.

I do love you... I just made a mistake.

This wasn't a mistake, Michaela!

This was you stabbing me in the heart!

It's Christophe.

I'm in trouble. We all could be.

Call me as soon as you get this.

I'm so sorry you have to deal
with all of this.

Simon remembered that you were at.

- Caplan & Gold that night.
- What?

He's giving a full statement
to the police tomorrow morning,

and they might call you in
for questioning tonight.

- What do I tell them?
- Nothing. You're gonna hide.

Frank is on his way to you,
so don't answer the phone

or do anything until you hear from me.

Okay.

Did being adored get old?

Or getting alphabetted on the regular?

Did Gustav not give you
enough massages?!

Please stop yelling so
I can explain what happened.

You don't care who you have to step on

or sleep with in order
to claw your way to the top.

We have been through hell, baby, okay?

It makes us do stupid things
that we know that we shouldn't,

like... like, running over DAs

and picking up guns from crime scenes...

We don't have time for this.

Simon remembers Laurel was at the party,

which means he probably
remembers everything else, too.

- My God.
- We should have put a pillow

over his head when we had the chance.

If we tape Michaela's
picture to a pillow,

I'd be happy to suffocate him.

No one's suffocating anyone.

But we have to convince Simon
not to give a statement.

And how do we do that?

Oliver has to go back in.

What?

No visitors.

I have some files for Mr. Drake to sign.

The only people authorized
to enter this room

are medical staff...

And Mr. Drake's lawyer, Tegan Price.

I'm her assistant.

Even if the guards fall for that,

Tegan's gonna be inside the room.

Not if Michaela does her job.

- My God.
- Just hear me out.

- No.
- You're scared of Jorge Castillo.

I get that, but you are on
the wrong side here.

Actually, that's you.

Move.

You're not a person who gets
bullied into doing anything,

especially by a corrupt, horrible man

who has nowhere near the integrity

or intelligence that you have.

So for me to watch
a woman of your stature

be controlled by a man

is heartbreaking to me.

I need to tell you something.

That you don't have feelings for me?

Yeah, I got that part.

There is a way for you to get
everything you want here.

I don't remember everything,
but I know Laurel was there.

She was stealing something,

and now you're all trying to frame me.

Stop talking so I can help you.

Hello?

It's Professor Keating.

What you're about
to tell those detectives

is gonna help put you in jail.

You're all going to jail.

What this case comes down to
is your word against ours.

And do you really think
a jury's going to believe

the account of one braintrauma victim

over four healthy minds?

Especially when there's proof
on your computer

that you were planning
to steal those files?

There's no way Simon's going to confess

to something he didn't do.

He will if he wants his green card.

It's called an SVisa.

And the government grants them
to whistleblowers.

The only way the Feds give him
whistleblower status

is if he gives them the Antares files,

which we don't have because
we lost the hard drive.

Bonnie's taking care of that.

You were working the night
Laurel Castillo's bag

was logged into evidence.

But someone got here before me

- and stole something out of it.
- I don't recall that.

You do, and you're
gonna tell me who it was,

otherwise you don't get this.

- Tegan, wait!
- I've listened to your whiny voice

enough for one lifetime, Michaela.

My point is you're not acting
like the fearless bossbitch

you taught me to be.

I warned you, Michaela, to let this go,

but you were too dumb.

So stop following me,

or I'll get security to physically
throw your ass on the street.

You're awake. Good.

The detective wants
to take your statement tonight

- if you're up for it.
- Mnh. Cancel it.

You mean reschedule it for tomorrow.

I mean cancel it for good.

I got confused.

I didn't see Laurel there that night.

I get how scary this is,

but Laurel Castillo is
the reason you almost died.

I can't be sure of that anymore.

Simon, take a moment to think about it.

I did.

You're fired.

We're good. Simon's canceled his
appointment with the detectives.

- Laurel's not here, Annalise.
- What?

She was gone when I got here,

and now she's not answering her phone.

I am open to turning myself in

for stealing the files
from Caplan & Gold

and for bringing the gun
that Simon Drake

used to shoot himself,

but just know that, if I do that,

you'll suffer, too.

Why is that?

On this phone is proof

that you called Dominick many times,

including around when he went missing.

So if I'm arrested, I'm gonna
give this phone to the police,

and they will find out

that you've been working for my father.

I don't work for your father.

He illegally donated to your campaign.

I have proof of that.

And these are things that
I wouldn't want people to know

if I was running for Attorney General.

What do you want?

Tell me who killed Wes.

Dieu merci.

Je n'aimais pas I'idée d'en rester là.

Taistoi.

It's Laurel. Leave a message,

but I'll probably never listen.

No answer.

It killed me to keep this from you,

but you were going to the Supreme Court.

- You didn't need more problems.
- Stop.

I know you're trying to protect me.

I can't be mad at you for that.

Of course you can.

I don't have the energy to be
mad at you anymore, Frank,

or anyone else.

Let's just forgive ourselves for once,

even if we don't deserve it.

You've reached the
voicemail of Annalise Keating.

Please leave a message.

Annalise, I know who has the drive.

It's Denver. He's playing both sides.

She's at it again.

Well, if you don't handle it, I will.

You said you never got Wes'
voicemail from that night.

I told you, Dominick
never gave me the message...

Tell me the truth for once!

You got the message.

I know you did.

I didn't.

I got your phone records.

These are your mother's phone records.

You tell anyone where you got
this, and I will deny it.

Same goes for this.

Why did you call Wes back

10 minutes after he left
Dominick that voicemail?

It's Christophe.

I'm in trouble.

We all could be.

Call me as soon as you get this.

I called him back
because I wanted to help him,

- to help you both.
- No.

You were helping yourself,

Dad, and your stupid bank account.

Hello?

What's wrong?

I'm in trouble with the police.

- For what?
- It doesn't matter.

Just know they might
come after her, too.

And if anything happened
to her because of me...

Just do whatever you can
to keep her safe.

Christophe, let me help you.

- I have to go.
- Christophe!

If Wes turned himself in,

it would blow back on me,
Dad, the company.

- That was your biggest fear.
- No. No.

'Cause then that would mean
no going public,

no getting whatever money
Dad promised you,

so you...

- you killed Wes.
- I didn't!

- I have to go.
- Christophe!

What is it?

He's going to the police.

You need to do something.

I always thought that it was Denver,

that it was Denver who warned Dad

that Wes was about to turn himself in.

Or even Dominick!

But it was you!

You and Dad... you did this together!

You killed the one person

that I loved the most in my life!

Now my son's gonna grow
up without a father!

Why? So that you could have more money?!

Tell me why I shouldn't
kill you right now!

Annalise, I know who has the drive.

It's Denver. He's playing both sides.

I'm driving to your hotel right now.

- Hi.
- It's me.

You alone?

No, I'm with Frank. What is it?

There's been a car accident.

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