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

Caleb and Catherine Hapstall,

accused of murdering
their parents.

- You think you were framed?
- Don't you?

I might be going to jail.

- Very funny.
- I'm not kidding.

Nia wanted to see me.

She wanted me to get her pills.

- Tell me you didn't say yes.
- Of course not.

Why didn't you
tell me about Wes?

I saw you with him.

You're gonna tell
me what's going on.

He thinks you killed Rebecca.

Frank had you dump a girl's
body in this cemetery.

Okay, that's enough.

I'd like to report
a drug dealer.

Levi Wescott. This your car?

Yeah. What's this about?

What the hell. That's not mine.

Now, once again,
waitlist just drags us down

the rabbit hole to hell.

I killed him, Asher.
I killed Sam.

If you testify to
everything that you know,

Bonnie and me will
likely go to jail.

Full immunity
on both Trotter Lake

and any connection to the
murder of Sam Keating.

You know Annalise is
gonna come after you, too,

- for the David Allen case.
- I did nothing wrong there.

I love you.

And I'm begging
you not to do this.

Please, just stay here.

He's going to testify!

Just put it on me.

And I'll take it.

Where's your computer?
Meet Bonnie.

Hey, there, pretty.
We're gonna play a game.

Blood pressure's 70
over palp. Pulse is thready.

We got a body.

Is she okay?

Tell me! Is she gonna be okay?

- We're taking her to surgery?
- Why? What does that mean?

Sir, please, get out of the way.

- She can't die.
- Get him out of here.

Sir, they're doing
everything they can.

- She's arresting.
- Sir.

- Starting CPR.
- What's wrong?

- Push 0.1 of epi.
- Sir, just let them do their job.

- Tell me what's happening!
- Still no activity.

- Push one amp of calcium...
- Just let them...

- Just let them do their job.
- Push one more of epi.

Don't let her die!

We are innocent.

_

Sorry. I'm sorry.

- That gave me a heart attack.
- I thought that was me.

You know you've become
less and less sexy

with every new compliment
you give yourself?

I don't believe that. Shower?

Uh...

You go.

I don't think my legs work yet.

It's a suitcase full of cash.

Clearly it has something
to do with Rebecca.

Or it has nothing
to do with her.

Hey.

Sure you don't want to hop in?
Save water.

Only 'cause I care
about the environment.

What is this?

Oh, it's a list of bad
things you could've done.

I know you said you couldn't
tell me, which I totally appre...

- Terrorism?
- See?

It'll be easy.
We can strike that, right?

I'm not a terrorist, Ollie.

Great. Let's cross off
number two... pedophilia.

Look, what I did wasn't
actually that bad.

- You said you could go to jail for it.
- Which was an exaggeration.

Look,
let's throw this away and...

Hey...
Make use of the 10 minutes I have

before I have to go to work.

This is very
manipulative of you.

This is very manipulative of me.

Ah!

You've reached Nate Lahey.
Leave a message.

Where are you?
Please call me back.

Is that your bestie Levi?
How's jail treating him?

I can take crap from
Connor and Michaela, fine,

but you know I'm not crazy.

No. You've just made me crazy.

I snooped through Frank's
stuff this morning.

- You found something?
- No.

And I won't because
there's nothing to find.

Then what's with the suitcase?

Huh, we were right. They're
obsessing about the suitcase.

Fine, I'll stop,
if one of you can explain

why Frank would
have that much cash.

Maybe he has a gambling
problem or distrusts banks.

Or is saving it to hire
a hit man to kill Wes

for letting me sleep
with a drug dealer.

Okay, can we all stop this,
please?

Forget about the suitcase
and Rebecca and Levi

before Annalise finds out
we've all gone bananas again.

Wes?

None of this makes sense.

Did your mother drop you
on your head as a baby?

Because we get it.

You're sad your little
girlfriend flaked out on you.

- You mean got killed.
- No.

That's the tall tale your
little weenie brain made up,

so do whatever you need
to do to silence the lambs

or I will serial kill you.

Why aren't we in our seats?

The United States v. Mahoney.

Mr. Millstone.

Tell me the verdict.

I'll go first, then you.

See? Just like this.

Why the hell do you have that?

Does it matter?

How do you think Bonnie felt
when Sam came at her that night,

when he put his hands on her?

You think she had a
choice in how she reacted?

No.

But I said I'd testify.

I know.

But the good part is
that you still have time

to change your mind.

I'll protect you, Asher.

But we need to protect Bonnie,
too.

That's what we do for
people that we love.

Right?

Now forget you saw this.

- Of course.
- Good.

There's something else, though.

Sinclair knows about
this thing I did.

- It's bad.
- Tell me everything.

I'll fix it.

There was no verdict
in the U.S. v. Mahoney.

Due to the victim's
concerns about suffering

additional emotional harm,
he didn't testify

and the judge had no choice
but to dismiss the case.

What legal option did
the prosecutor exercise

in allowing the victim's
request not to testify?

Discretion.

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It
doesn't make sense.

I know. I was shocked, too.

But he came to me before class
and he said he changed his mind.

So, something you
said clearly worked.

Well, his dad's involved,
though, and Sinclair.

How do we know he's not
secretly cooperating with them?

This is my fault.

You're so used to
me doubting you

that you can't see when
you've done something right.

But that's exactly
what you've done here.

You fixed this,
and it makes sense.

He loves you.

Maybe you can't see it,
but I can.

Sorry I had to go all
Jason Bourne on you guys,

but, uh, your heads
would literally kerplode

if you knew about all the
crap going on in this house.

Really?
You can't tell us anything?

No, not a peep.

Good. I don't want to know anything
that could get me into trouble.

Seriously,
don't tell us anything.

I mean, I won't.
You know, A.K. really wants to

keep this genie in a bottle,
so...

It's that intense.

I hear I owe you a fist bump
for keeping our mole quiet.

What'd you do?

Promise a year's
worth of lap dances?

Pretty much.

- You need something?
- No.

When are you
finally gonna talk to him?

- I don't know.
- Sooner the better, I say.

The suitcase distracted him,

but he's a dog with
a bone about Rebecca.

Don't you think I know that?

I'll handle him the
way I always do.

Right now,
I have to go handle a bitch.

Ms. Keating,
did we have an appointment?

I thought your
schedule would be clear

now that your star
witness has abandoned you.

Mr. Millstone and I still
have to talk about that.

No, you don't.
He sent me on his behalf.

I admire your ambition.

You see an opportunity
to grab headlines

to make the big boys
upstairs notice you,

but you're making
a rookie mistake.

Of course you're gonna say that.

It's not my opinion.
It's the law.

What you've done
to Mr. Millstone

amounts to witness
tampering and intimidation.

I make one phone call,
and the press will make you out

to be an overzealous,
law-breaking prosecutor

desperate to take me down.

Why? Beats me.

But the reporters will
come up with theories.

Jealousy, egomania, racism.

Fine.

I'll lay off Mr. Millstone,
but only because

we still have the
Hapstall case together.

I look forward to
destroying you in court.

I know I talk
a lot about winning.

And yes,
a part of it is my pride.

But it's also about our clients.

Now, Catherine and Caleb have
placed their lives in our hands.

Do I think they're guilty?
I have no clue.

But I do know what it feels
like to be misunderstood,

to have people expect
the worst from you.

And it doesn't feel good.

Now, we owe Catherine
and Caleb our best,

and that means going
back to the basics.

Who remembers step two?

- Find a new suspect.
- Yes.

Annalise,
it's professor Hartford.

Tell her I'll call her back.

From the start,
Catherine and Caleb have said

that they were framed.

Now, we need to find out
who they think did that.

Go to the mansion...

- She says it's urgent.
- Urgent my ass.

Tell her I don't want to go to
her stupid anniversary party.

Our clients are rich.

Rich people usually
have enemies.

We need to look at family
members, business partners...

- She says it's an emergency.
- Oh, for God's sakes.

This better be good, Jill.

Slow down.

He came at me
with a bottle yelling.

I didn't know what to do,

so I grabbed it out
of his hand and...

Oh, my God, Annalise.

- What'd you do?
- I killed Steven.

Tell me exactly what happened.

He was out all night.

He came home slurring,
screaming at me.

I tried to leave for class, but
he grabbed me. He wouldn't let go.

- Shouldn't I call the police?
- In a second.

Was it the first
time he came at you?

- No.
- Was he abusive?

Jill, we don't have
any time for secrets.

Sometimes when he'd drink,
he'd get angry.

I should've left him a
long time ago, I know.

Are there any signs
of a struggle?

What do you mean?

Well, you're telling me it's
self-defense, that he attacked you.

Are there any signs of that?

He, uh, knocked over a chair

and, um, there's some
stuff on the coffee table.

Did he hit you,
leave any marks on your body?

There's some
scratches on my arm.

All right.
I want you to hang up, call 911,

and don't talk to the
police till I get there.

- Not a word, okay?
- Okay. Please hurry.

Gettin' your vitamin C game on?

Why aren't you on your
way to the Hapstalls?

Oh, you didn't hear?

Caleb shot Catherine,
but not before she shot him,

and now they're both dead.

- I can't thank you enough for...
- I know this is weird.

- You go.
- No, you.

Just say something, Asher.

I'm sorry...

For what happened... To you.

What Sam did. It's not right.

It's not okay.

I just wish there was
something I could say.

You just did.

And you're protecting me.

I should be the
one thanking you.

How's your father?

Uh, I don't know.

I'm just...

Gonna ignore his
calls till he chills.

Annalise can...
Handle this, right?

Annalise takes
care of everything.

Annalise. Surprised you
didn't get here before me.

I got here just in time

to see your boys
contaminating the crime scene.

Let's make note of this officer
here not wearing any gloves.

We'll be using that in court.

So you agree we're going
to trial on this one.

If you're dumb
enough to charge her.

Test his blood.

See how drunk he was
when he attacked her.

You didn't talk to anyone,
did you?

No, no.

I can't believe I did this.

You did not do this.

He did this the first time
he attacked you, you hear me?

Well, we obviously know

who I think our
number-one suspect is.

The racist. Aunt Helena.

She was next in line
to get the money

if you two went to jail.

She's dead now.

Her money has to go to someone,
though, right?

- An ex-husband, a boyfriend.
- A girlfriend.

Old ladies can like vag, too.

Our aunt willed all her money
to a charity based in Africa.

Hmm, the irony.

What about miss Guthrie?

She planted the sibcest
photo of you two,

had access to the house.

Her sister told the police
she was home all night.

Why aren't we considering
your real parents?

Your sperm and egg parents,
not them.

- Oh, my God.
- Those are our real parents.

You know what I mean.

We're not looking into
our birth parents.

Why not?

A jury might buy
that they resented

your adopted parents' ability
to give you what they couldn't.

So they murdered them in cold
blood? That makes no sense.

It does if the
birth parents knew

how much Catherine and
Caleb would inherit.

Okay, no,
we are not vilifying the people

who were brave enough to put
their biological kids' needs

before their own, thus ensuring
them a safe and loving home.

Exactly.

So... Please tell us

those aren't the only
potential suspects you have.

Ronald Freestone.

Your dad's ex-business partner

who was ousted from the board.

She thinks he was at
risqué business all night.

The strip club?

I'll see who can put him there.

Bonnie, when Jill called us,

did she call us
from her cellphone?

No, home.

He knocked over a chair

and, um, there's some
stuff on the coffee table.

Annalise, is everything okay?

There's some
scratches on my arm.

She used what I told her.

- What?
- Stay by the phone.

Time to get honest.
There was no struggle.

You just made it look
like one after our call.

- I can explain.
- Not here.

Question for you, Mrs. Hartford.

Who is this?

Well, that's me.
Was me. Why?

We've said all we're gonna
say at this point, detective.

Now I know you're
client's lying.

- I haven't lied about anything.
- Don't engage.

You lied to your husband
about what you are.

- How dare you.
- You're out of line, detective.

My husband attacked me.

Only 'cause he finally found
out what you hid from him.

- Bastard.
- Enough.

- So you killed him.
- No, I killed him

because he was going
to kill me first.

Don't you dare use who I am
against me or you'll be next.

You swear Steven knew.

Oh, my God.

Listen, you heard the detective.

They want to make this into
a story they can understand.

- That story's played out.
- I know.

I told Steven on our third date.

Can anyone vouch
that Steven knew?

- Annalise.
- I'm not asking for myself.

I'm asking so I can defend you.

Yes. There's people
that can vouch for it.

What they didn't know is
that he was beating me,

because I covered up
for him again and again.

I just couldn't take it anymore.

Why stage the crime scene?

- I exaggerated it.
- Why?

Because I knew no
one would believe me.

- How do you know?
- Because I do.

No, you don't, and now there's
a chance that they'll find out.

Cece McDonald.

She killed a man...

For attacking her
because she was trans.

It was self-defense,
but she had to take the deal

and she ended up
in a men's prison

because she knew no
one would believe her.

I needed them to believe me.

Okay.

Okay what?

Let's teach these
bastards a lesson.

Where have you been?

- Doesn't matter.
- It does.

Frank used his storage locker
the night Rebecca disappeared.

I went inside and found all
this cash in a suitcase.

Great.

Tell your friend.
What's his name?

He's in jail for dealing,
but I think Annalise set him up.

- Are you hearing what I'm saying?
- No.

And I'm done...

With anything having
to do with Annalise.

Stop calling me.

What about the staff?
You know, my family used to have

this one sticky-fingered
maid named Paulette.

Her kid would show up
wearing my t-shirts.

That is an ass that you
could rest a drink on.

Hey. You're a single lady again.

You could hit that.

The last time I "hit that"
with a guy you suggested,

he turned out to have three
drug arrest warrants on him.

Levi?

Yeah. Called the police
station this morning.

Good news is they're
shipping his ass

back to Georgia so he
can rot in jail there.

You've had a little bad luck
in the dating department,

but Caleb is innocent, maybe,

which makes him
totally porkable.

- He's not innocent.
- How do you know?

If you're charged with a
murder you didn't commit,

you'd want to blame
anyone but yourself,

even your birth parents.

We're considering the
birth parents again?

- No.
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, oh, my God.

It's recording.

Who's is that?

- It's Catherine's.
- She's recording us?

- Delete it.
- She'll know.

Well, it's better than letting
her hear us say they're killers.

- It's got a pass code.
- It's 4713.

And you don't get to
be mad I recorded you.

You lied to me,
as did you, so I figured

we might as well know what
our lawyers were saying

about us for once.

I don't know what's
more idiotic.

Bad mouthing our clients
in their own home

or getting caught doing it.

- I'd say the latter.
- I'll talk to Caleb, explain...

He just called. He doesn't
want any of you near this case.

But not me, right?

You know, at least tell me

you've made some headway
on the suspect front.

- You're all garbage.
- You mean all them, right?

Not me? I-I'm still good, right?

Find everyone who
knew Jill and Steve

and see if anyone
witnessed the abuse.

We believe her?

For some reason, I do, yes.

Got some bad news, Annalise.

Oh, no. No more bad news.

- For real?
- What is it, Frank?

Nate's wife's dead.

Nate?

It's Annalise.

I just heard, and...

I made you a peach cobbler.

I'll just leave it right here.

Uncle Silas.
Looks like a serial killer.

His credit cards show he was
in Brazil during the murders.

- The family lawyer.
- Was at a museum gala that night.

Why don't we at least find
out who the birth parents are?

No respectable adoption
agency is just gonna hand over

that information to us.

Then Wes can go and
pretend he's Caleb.

I can play his wife.

We're having a baby and I
need your medical history...

You need an I.D.
Or a court order.

Then Oliver can just hack
into the agency's records.

- Perfect.
- I'll call him now.

No! Our client specifically
said not to go down this road.

Is this about your
crush on Caleb?

You are the one who
has a crush on Caleb.

I simply think
it's inappropriate

to characterize birth
parents as murderers.

Okay, blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah.

I'm adopted, and no we're no
talking about it, but yes,

it means I have personal
feelings about this issue,

which I would
consider putting aside

if I didn't know that this
was just Wes and his crazy.

How is this about me?

Because everything wrong
about our lives is about you.

You continue to be paranoid
and make us all paranoid.

I'm not the one
who killed Rebecca.

- We don't know that anyone killed her.
- No one killed Rebecca.

Then explain why Frank called
Bruno the night she went missing.

Do you not realize this
is just Annalise...

Get up. What? Why?

Let's go ask Frank
if he killed Rebecca.

- No.
- Are you stupid?

I'm over all the secrets. We
should know better at this point.

So let's just get an
answer once and for all.

Spit it out.

You're gonna want to lie to us,

but I'm warning you
we know a lot more...

Wes stole the key to
the storage locker

because this guy Bruno
told him you went there

the night Rebecca disappeared.

So we unlocked it to see if
her dead body was in there,

but... We just found cash.

- I know.
- You do?

Guy waves a gun in my buddy's
face, you don't think I get a call?

So?

- Is Rebecca dead?
- Your guess is as good as mine.

Then explain the cash.

Why'you put it in the storage
locker the same exact night?

It's hush money for Rebecca.

So she'd not rat out you
dummies for tying her up.

She's an idiot for
not surfacing by now.

Would've made for a nice payday.

Any more questions?

'Cause I like that
we're all being honest

with each other... For once.

Hi.

Um, I'm looking for
Bonnie Winterbottom.

I'd just started working for
professor Hartford as her T.A.

And I forgot to put her
midterms in her bag.

When I got to her apartment,

I saw her and Steven
in her car out front.

I started to approach,
but I stopped because...

She saw Steven strike you
in the face two times,

three times, maybe more.

Melissa doesn't recall

because she was afraid and ran

and never said a word to anyone

because it never happened.

You asked a student
to lie for you.

Did you ever suspect it?

That he was beating me senseless

after every one of
our dinner parties?

When I was too sick to attend
the women leaders luncheon

I begged you for six
months to help me host?

Of course not.

Because that's how good
I was at hiding it.

- Don't be mad at me.
- I am mad.

- And I'm sorry for that.
- Not because you lied to me.

But because I didn't
think of this idea myself.

Melissa Greenwell saw Steven
Hartford beating my client

and is willing to testify
to that in open court.

You tracked down one
witness and expect us

to drop the charges in
a murder investigation?

You mean a hate
crime investigation.

- How is this a hate crime?
- How is it not?

A woman is abused by her husband

and further persecuted
by an insensitive

transphobic detective,

and now a like-minded
D.A.'s office?

Drop the charges
before it gets ugly.

I wish I could, Annalise.

But Mrs. Hartford's
phone record shows

a call between you and
her before she called 911.

There's no crime in calling
your lawyer before the police.

Your conversation lasted
1 minute, 42 seconds.

She was upset.

Or you needed all
that time to coach her

on how to make the
crime scene look like

a textbook self-defense case.

So, maybe I should be working
up charges on the both of you.

Your client for
the first degree,

and you for accessory
after the fact.

They're bluffing.

No way they have
enough to charge you.

He has phone calls
and my reputation.

He doesn't need much else.

- Annalise.
- Not now, Asher.

It's important.

Give us a minute.

A reporter just called my cell,

said she had questions
about Tiffany.

Did she say anything else,
give any details?

- No.
- Phew. That's good.

How is that good?
Sinclair leaked this.

She leaked a name to scare you.
It means nothing.

But you said you'd handle her.

I did. She's just too
stupid to know it.

I thought you were
gonna fix this.

Everything.

Because I have my
dad to deal with

and I have to talk
to him at some point,

even though I have
no idea what to say.

And he's a judge, you know.

He can find ways to take
you down if he wants to.

The dude is persistent.
I know he hates you.

He'll make it his business...

Get me all the dirt we have
on judge Millstone, Bonnie.

That means every file
in the David Allen case.

Frank,
find any evidence of malfeasance

- we can use against him.
- On it.

Annalise, you promised
Asher you wouldn't do this.

My father's name stays out of it,
agreed or not.

No one can know the role he
played in David's conviction.

Agreed.

That was before.

It's his father.

Your boyfriend has got
to grow up sometime.

God knows everyone
else in the house has.

Now it's his turn.

So, is A.K. out handling my stuff?

I think so.

You think so because you can't
tell me what you actually know?

She's on it, Asher.

Do you like your job?
I think you do.

I just don't think you love it.

- Is this a therapy session now?
- Career counseling.

You're gonna drop the
charges against Jill Hartford

on the grounds of self-defense,

and you're gonna see to
it that Emily Sinclair

ends her witch hunt
into me and my staff.

Wait,
now I'm doing you two favors?

Or as I prefer to call it,
two birds, one Millstone.

- Millstone?
- Federal judge Millstone.

There's enough evidence
in there to charge him

with multiple counts
of corruption.

And just like that,
you're the ballsy prosecutor

running for state's attorney
on an anti-corruption ticket.

I'd vote for you.

You just need to free my client.

How'd you do it?

It doesn't matter.

The D.A.'s office believes you.

It's nothing but a
case of self-defense.

So, I'm free to go?

You're free to go.

Don't you dare blame yourself.

One wrong blow,
and it might've been him

calling me yesterday
instead of you.

I don't blame myself.

A good person would cry
for him right now, grieve.

But I can't.

I let him win for far too long.

And I believed him when he said

he was the only one
who could ever love me.

I'm so glad he's dead, Annalise.

I'm glad Sam's dead, too.

He wasn't the man everyone
thought he was, either.

But I stayed.

Who the hell knows why?

It's okay.

You're free.

You finally get to be
the woman you really are.

- For the record, I hate this.
- We heard you.

Now let my boyfriend
hack the orphanage.

It's an adoption agency,
not an orphanage.

- There's a difference.
- Whoa, this is weird.

Uh, I ran a password
attack on their system

using a brute force
algorithm called snake...

- Less nerd, more information.
- Here.

This file lists an adoption
under the last name Hapstall.

- Catherine or Caleb?
- Neither.

It's under Helena Hapstall.

When the police came
the next morning,

- I knew they'd done it.
- The racist.

- She's the birth mother.
- What? Of who?

A baby boy.

Your aunt's
charity was founded the same

year she had a child,
and that charity was linked

to a bank account
in the Caymans,

which means she used
it to support the child

who had everything to
gain from the murders

of your parents and his mother.

He just needed to
get rid of you two.

So, a cousin we didn't
know existed framed us?

It gives us a third suspect.

And the best part...

Juries love a secret baby.

- How do we find him?
- We're looking right now.

And just so you know,
as much as I like to claim

all good ideas as my own,

it was these fools
who found this out.

It was the least they
could do for you.

Um, Caleb, wait.

I just... I wanted to say sorry.

That recording
was inappropriate.

You mean the part
about me being guilty

or the part about my butt?

Oh. I'm so sorry.

It's fine. Just is it true?

Your boyfriend's in jail,
which means you're single now?

- Uh, it's a long story.
- Right.

Maybe I'll get to hear
about it sometime.

Nate?

More cobbler?

You think this is
what I need right now?

- I'll go.
- No.

You want to hear me say it.

That I did it.

I know that's what she wanted.

Don't tell me what
my wife wanted!

Sorry.

I couldn't not come.

Because you know what
you took from me.

She needed me.

The whole time I was in jail,
in court,

but I wasn't there
'cause you stole that from us.

The only time we had left
together, you stole that.

So no cobbler or
apologies could fix it.

Right.

I would hate me, too.

I don't hate you.

I just don't care about you.

I gave Nia those pills
because I loved her.

And I laid next to
her in that bed,

held her as she fell asleep,

so close that I could feel
when she took her last breath.

No one's ever gonna
love you that way.

Leave.

Leave!

Wes.

- Where are we going?
- You'll know soon enough.

See, that just makes
me more suspicious.

Like, are you showing
me your safe house

or just the spot where
you buried Rebecca?

Okay.

It's one thing for Wes to think
I'm capable of killing a girl.

It's not cool when
it comes from you.

I'm sorry.

Are you saying I
hurt your feelings?

Pretty much.

And maybe that's my fault.

The less I tell you,
the more you think I'm all bad,

but that's why we're here,

so you can finally
meet the real me.

Just promise you
won't make fun of him.

- Ma! We're here!
- Ah, finally.

Well, she's showing way less
cleavage than the last two,

so we're off to a good start.

- What's your name?
- Laurel.

Uh, everyone, this is
Frank's new friend Lauren.

Laurel.

Yeah, this is, uh, Dino,
Lou, Joey, Teresa,

Angie, Brandi, Danny,

and some other guy who's
always eating my food.

Shut it, ma.

Oh! Who the hell is this?

Laurel. Hi.

The smart girl. I know, I know.

But you know what,
you can't be too smart

if you're dating this one here.

- Dad.
- You hungry?

- Uh...
- Yeah! Yeah, you're hungry.

Come on. Come on in.

You're gonna sit
right next to me.

Let's go. Come on.

Right here.

You know, my wife,
she's not that good a cook,

but we know how
to pour the booze.

Munch, munch.

Everybody.

- A salute.
- A salute.

Get the bread. Come on.
Give her the bread.

Nate's wife died last night.

We have to finally talk, Wes.

You mean you do.

'Cause you know everything now. Right?

From Frank, or has Nate just
been telling you all along?

I didn't kill Rebecca.

I know. That's what
you want me to believe.

Why else would you have
me find that suitcase?

She ran away. That's all I know.

You know more than that.

So just tell me.

- Is she dead?
- I don't know where she is.

- I don't believe you.
- And I understand that.

It's because of your mother.

I wish I could be
the dad you wanted.

But I can't.

I-I know this doesn't
make sense to you,

but there's people in that house,
one especially,

they don't deserve this.

Just think if it were mom.

You would do anything you
could to protect her, right?

Not if it meant selling
out my own father.

- What?
- Don't play dumb.

I'm not testifying.
How is that...

Emily Sinclair got the D.A. to
open an investigation on me.

Every case in my career,

starting with David Allen.

There you go.

Finally putting two
and two together.

We're done, Ash.

Dad.

Have a nice life.

- Why am I here?
- So I can say congratulations.

Your boss shut down
my investigation.

What else?

Tell Annalise I'm done. She won.

But girl to girl,

I thought you should know the
real about your boyfriend.

Here.

In case he hasn't told
you about Tiffany Howard.

I'm not playing
this game with you.

- You sure?
- You lost.

Be an adult and move on.

You're gonna regret
not reading this.

- You're wrong.
- Tiffany was gang raped.

Your mother killed herself.

How do you know that?

It's my job to
know these things.

About all of you.

She abandoned you and...

It's not something that a
12-year-old boy gets over.

Stop.

Now you can't trust
anyone anymore.

Definitely not a woman.

Your mother leaves, now Rebecca.

So I understand why
you can't trust me.

So, I did something bad, too.

It's not terrorism
or pedophilia bad,

but something that might
put me in jail with you

when you're finally caught for
whatever bad thing you did.

What did you do?

I kept searching for the secret
baby even though you told me not to.

- What?
- His name's Philip Jessup.

A 26-year-old white male

who lives two miles away
from the Hapstall mansion...

- Ollie!
- It gets worse.

I hacked into his computer.

Are you insane?
This guy is probably the killer.

I know. It's scary, right?

But, like, in a fun way.

No, not in a fun way.
He could be a serial killer

or a cannibal or...

Okay, Annalise will be
happy that we found him.

I don't care about
making Annalise happy.

I care about making sure
you don't get in trouble

for all this crap that we do.

No one's gonna know.

This is my fault.
I shouldn't have involved you.

Just turn it off, okay?
Just make it stop.

This isn't about my mother.

It is. You won't trust...

You're nothing like her!

She gave up everything for me...

Her entire life to
bring me to the States.

And it killed her.

You never did anything
like that for anyone.

Instead, you just lie...

I haven't lied to
you about Rebecc...

- How do you expect me to believe that?
- It's the truth.

- Look at me, Wes! Look at me!
- Get off me! Don't touch me!

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Rebecca ran away.

That's... All I know.

How are the delfinos?

- Hey, you tell Brandi I say hi?
- She's not into you.

Damn.

Maybe I should just date
girls like this instead.

Won't complain or order the most
expensive thing on the menu.

Don't be gross.

And the worst part about this
is that it's destroying us.

But I'm here for you,
Wes, all right?

I'm never leaving you.

You have to stop keeping
secrets from me then.

You're right.

No more secrets.

We've looked all over for her,
Wes.

Everywhere.

I can't find her.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Tell me you've taken care of it.

The right way this time.

In the process.
Don't worry.

Good.

No, no. No, no.
Listen. Listen to me.

You don't have to do this.
I'll be good. I'll be so good.

What do you got, boy?

K-22 to command.
I have subject located.

Start rescue team
to my location.

100 yards northeast
of my entry point.

Command, subject is conscious.
I repeat, subject is conscious.

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