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

What's the deal with your father?

[Voice breaking] He
is not a good person.

I love you, Oliver.

I think we should break up.

Any new significant others,
besides Wes' little lady?

Hi.

Want to go finally meet your dad?

I think I'm your son.

Why would you think that?

[Gunshot]

You think it's Frank putting them up?

No.

I found him. What do you want to do?

Hang up the phone!

[Grunting]

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I live here! Please! Who is it? Tell me!

[Whimpering]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Police radio chatter]

Mumford: You're in shock
right now. I understand that.

Unfortunately, we do need to get

as much information from
you right now as possible.

Can you tell us where you were before?

Ms. Keating.

The clinic.

I had to pick up some work.

Did anyone else see you there?

Someone who can vouch
for your whereabouts?

You're joking.

My house is burning down,

and you want to make me a suspect?

Now, hold on. No one's
saying anything like that.

Yeah, be a monster. That's fine.

- But don't be a dumb-ass, as well.
- Davis: To be clear,

your neighbors saw your car
in the driveway all day.

You want to arrest me for
burning down my house?

Then do it!

Cuff me right here! Arrest me!

Go on, arrest me!

No!

Nate: What kind of
dreams were you having?

Tossing and turning all
night, talking gibberish.

- Annalise.
- Hmm?

Was it a sex dream?

Is that why you don't
want to tell me about it?

You had another guy up in this bed?

Who says it was a guy?

Oh, no, no, no.

No way I'm letting you
leave me high and dry.

[Chuckles]

Mm. Go shower.

Or else you're gonna be late for work.

[Water running]

[Cellphone beeps]

[Cellphone rings]

Man: [Shuddering]

I didn't... I didn't have a choice.

[Sniffles]

He's dead.

[Grunting]

Frank: Get off me! Get off me!

[Neck cracks]

Annalise.

- Nate: I got an idea.
- [Cellphone beeps]

Get in the shower. [Cellphone ringing]

It's big enough for both of us.

[Cellphone ringing]

[Cellphone beeps]

Candice: Hello?

This is Annalise.

Hi, this is Candice from
President Hargrove's office.

She was hoping you had
time to stop by today.

- Sync and corrections by madhatters -
- www.addic7ed.com -

We just wanted to let you know

that we'd launched a
priority investigation

into who posted the fliers.

We're having campus security
increase their patrols, too,

as well as having them review our
active-shooter drills with all of our employees.

This is all standard stuff.

- We're not concerned.
- Annalise: Well, I wasn't concerned

till you started telling me
how not concerned you were.

[Chuckles]

We just wanted you to know we're on it.

It's probably just some
student blowing off steam.

Most likely.

[Clears throat] Um, one sec.

[Sighs]

"Safe space" used to mean

you could express your feelings.

Now I have to take it literally.

It's fine.

It's just H.R. covering their asses.

[Chuckles] If you only knew.

- How's the clinic going?
- Good.

Thanks again for making that work.

I should be thanking you

for coming up with such a great idea.

Wes: Hey!

- Were you meeting with the President?
- How'd you know?

Well, you just walked out of her office.

Oh.

- Is it about the fliers?
- No, that's all over.

You still got that god-awful apartment?

[Chuckles] Yeah.

You should move out, come stay with me.

What are you talking about?

I don't know. You could
save money for a little.

But it's weird.

- Why?
- Meggy, for one.

Meggy?

Yeah, my girlfriend.
I told you about her.

Oh, I didn't know that
was still a thing.

All right, well, forget I said anything.

Go study.

No one ever became a good lawyer

hanging out in the quad.

What's all this?

I'm reorganizing because
your stupid clinic

means Annalise can't
take real cases anymore.

It's not my clinic.

[Sighs] So, the new locks,

are they to keep out
anyone in particular?

Why are you here, Laurel?

I just came to say hi.

Is there any news on the Mahoney case.

We don't care about that case.

But the cops haven't
arrested anyone yet.

Wes could still be a suspect.

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

Because Eve is on it.

She has a contact at
the NYPD, so just relax.

Wes is not a suspect.

- Is Frank?
- Laurel.

You would tell me if
you'd heard from him

so that at least I'd know he's not dead.

- Maybe he is.
- Don't say that.

Annalise: What are you
girls gossiping about?

I just came to say hi to Bonnie.

Why does everyone think that's so weird?

[Muffled pounding]

[Crash]

[Lighter clicks]

[Fire ignites]

Oliver: Are you sure it's not weird?

I've never seen you wear
a suit to class before.

That's because I don't look as
dashing as you when I wear one.

Hey. Uh, what do you think
about this apartment?

I never said you had
to rush to move out.

Yeah, you just dumped me.

Don't say it like that.

What? You didn't dump me?

I just don't like that saying.

Imagine how much you'd
like being dumped then.

I shouldn't be late for my first day.

Do you want to walk over
there together, or...

Um... you know what?

I would actually feel more comfortable

if we went separately.

Oh. Okay.

Uh, do you want me to go first?

I'm kidding.

Come on.

- Michaela: What did you do?
- Asher: For real.

Do not tell me that
you cheated on my boy.

No, actually, it was his decision.

Apparently he's been
thinking about it all summer.

You don't think there's
something else going on?

Wait, you think my boy cheated on you?

Have any of you seen these articles?

They're all about the fliers.

Oh, down we go.

We're ignoring that right now.

- Oliver dumped Connor.
- Why?!

Oh, my God, you cheated on him.

- No.
- Oh, my God, you cheated on him.

No, he thinks that he wants some space,

and clearly I'll be changing
his mind by the end of the week.

Damn, the girl's cocky.

Well, you'd understand if
you gave me a go at that ass.

Oh, sorry. This ass is taken.

- By who?
- Seriously, who is this weirdo?

Hot little number I met at
the bar, but she's stacked.

I'll tell you, she's up top and bottom.

- Just, unh!
- Okay.

- Am I the only one who cares about this?
- I think it's good.

Journalists might be able to figure
out who's putting the fliers up.

You ever think Annalise
just put them up herself?

And why would she do that?

To get attention, to play the victim.

- Wow, that's ridiculous.
- Is it?

Annalise: Take a seat.

Court's assigned us a new client.

Irene Crowley,

convicted of murdering
her husband Rodney

when she was 31 years old.

The weapon... a claw hammer.

After she finished,

she showered, took the bus to work,

punched in on time for
her shift at the factory.

Ugh, that's terrible.

Why are you here?

Um...

You said I should come introduce myself.

Class, this is Mr. Hampton.

I've hired him as the
clinic's technology expert.

He's getting paid, so
use him as you wish.

As long as it's legal.

Uh, my desk is down the hall in the...

- Mr. Hampton.
- Okay.

Today, Irene is 63 years old.

She's served 32 years in prison

and has been denied parole six times.

Now, we're gonna fight
like hell to get her free.

Why?

Irene was physically and
sexually abused by her husband

throughout their 10-year marriage.

Now, at the time,

the courts did not allow
past abuse into evidence,

which left her without a defense.

Michaela: Domestic-abuse victims are
afforded greater protections now,

so we need to create a
narrative for the parole board

that highlights the psychological trauma

that led to your...
episode with your husband.

That was no episode.

You're right. Bad word choice.

Call it what you want.

I call it my finest hour.

Each of you will be given one minute

to present a parole strategy to Irene.

Laurel: The key here is to focus on

the kind of childhood you
had before you met Rodney.

I had a normal childhood.

Really?

Your file says that you grew up in
a group home with rough conditions.

- Rougher than yours.
- I'm sorry?

Those teeth tell me you came from money.

Who's next?

Annalise: Now, there's several arguments
that will sway the parole board.

One... if released, does
Irene pose a danger?

Wes: We'll stress your
exemplary prison record.

Did you attend any A.A.
meetings, bible study?

I only went to those meetings

because my cellmate
kept crapping her bunk.

Number two...

You have to prove that she
is remorseful for her crime.

Connor: Are you sorry?

Because you declined the chance

to apologize to your husband's family.

Dead husband's family.

See, you don't seem remorseful.

And until you start acting sorry,

no parole board's going to release you.

Great. So can I go now?

Now, the parole board

consists of three old white men.

How do I know that?

Because they're always old white men,

typically from
law-enforcement backgrounds.

Asher: Do you know why
you should pick me?

'Cause I'm white.

Just like the guys who
are deciding your fate.

Do I think that's cool? No.

But I do think it's smart.

Racism for the win, right?

Did I say something funny?

You remind me of my husband.

Connor: I was brilliant.
I made her feel like

there was no chance in
hell that she would win.

Score. One less white
guy to compete with.

He doesn't want the case,
genius. He knows it's a loser.

We have a winner.

Irene was very clear on
who she connected with.

Congratulations, Mr. Walsh.

Wes: Hey.

I have somewhere to be, Wes.

Are you worried Frank's
behind the fliers?

That's why you asked me to move in.

No.

Then why did you ask me that?

[Chuckles] Because I'm an idiot.

Forget I brought it up.

You're worried about me.

You think that Frank

might try to pin Mahoney's
shooting on me, or worse.

God's honest?

I'm lonely.

That's why I asked you
to move in with me.

Tired of eating alone.

I don't believe you.

[Chuckles]

Well, I can't make you.

Actually, I have plans tonight, so...

[Knock on door]

Oh, you're early. Not
that I'm complaining.

Nate.

I need you to help me find Frank.

I'm worried Frank might
come back, do something.

Why?

I just have a feeling.

You just have a feeling?

You want me to show you his file?

Sam was his doctor in prison.

You never told me that.

Yeah, well, I didn't
think it mattered anymore.

But you think he's dangerous?

He has the potential to be.

And you've been okay with that?

Listen, I never asked Frank

to do anything violent for me.

You just had him set
me up for Sam's murder.

[Knock on door]

- Who is it?
- Man: Thai food delivery.

Okay.

I'll help you find him.

Have you seen this?

There is an article on Annalise

in almost every single paper.

Slow news day, I guess.

- What?
- This is a big deal.

- Is it?
- Yes.

Whoever's putting these up could
be crazy or dangerous or...

Or just really bored.

Just think about what's happening here.

Annalise is one of 10 women

in a senior position at Middleton,

and then along comes some
pissy, probably white troll

out to destroy her career.
Her career's doing fine.

For now.

I made dessert,

and you're not even gonna touch it?

You didn't make anything.

And it's the same color

as my cadaver's esophageal sphincter.

Close your eyes.

Now open your mouth.

Oh, my God.

Trust me.

Connor: Okay, here's the
game plan for Irene's case.

We're going to divide
and conquer in teams.

- [Farts]
- [Laughter]

- Sorry.
- Seriously?

Build your own burrito
bar at lunch, bro.

Team one will be Michaela and Asher.

- [All snickering]
- Look.

You think that I want to do this? No.

But it's our job.

- You mean your job.
- All of our jobs.

And yes, the chances of
us winning this are small,

if not zero.

You want to inspire your team here?

Don't crap on a case

just because you're
feeling a little insecure.

Uh, team one will find witnesses

to testify to the abuse.

Michaela: All the neighbors are dead.

Everyone she worked with
at the factory, dead.

Well, you know who's not dead

is, uh, little Asher when he's with you.

- Not here.
- Why?

You embarrassed to be
banging a white dude?

Okay.

The fact that you in your seersucker

"ain't never seen a black
girl naked until me"

just made this a race
issue is so problematic,

I don't even know where to start.

I just don't see the point in
keeping this a secret anymore.

Think of Bonnie's feelings,

and... and... and... And Connor.

He just got dumped. We
have to be more sensitive.

Well, you know who else we
have to be sensitive to?

Little Asher.

Help me find a stupid witness.

Our biggest hurdle is going to be

the dead husband's sister... Amber.

She's shown up at every parole hearing

to testify against Irene's release.

Laurel and Wes, you guys seem sweet,

so we'll use that to our advantage.

Amber: He was my brother.

There's no way in hell I'm helping
that woman get out of jail.

We're just suggesting you talk to her.

See the progress she's made
since the last parole hearing.

She wants to apologize to you.

Do you think I want that?

I'm the one who found Rodney's body.

I slipped in his blood. I fell on him.

Screw forgiveness.

Connor: Our most important
angle, of course,

is Irene's own testimony.

She's a bit of a hard nut to crack,

so, uh, Simon and Natalie,

you guys are gonna go down to the prison

- and talk to her...
- Annalise: Excuse me?

Our client picked you as
first chair, Mr. Walsh.

Yeah, I-I just thought
she'd feel more comfortable

talking to a woman about her abuse.

Then why send me?

Unless I grew a vagina
I don't know about.

- Why don't you check?
- Go to the prison and do your job.

First they'll ask about
your life before the crime.

But mostly you'll tell them

about your life with your husband...

The abuse that led up to
the events of that night.

I don't remember
anything from that night.

- Nothing?
- Not a lick.

[Sighs]

I think you're lying.

I think you do remember.

I... I don't blame you

for not wanting to talk about it.

I wouldn't want to either.

But I read about what he did to you.

Reading about it's
different than being there.

You want to know what's worse?

The feeling I get during those hearings.

Those men on the board
wanting me on my knees,

spill my deepest and darkest, beg,

only to tell me no again.

I'd rather get hit.

Laurel: Sam's sister.

Michaela: She was such a bitch.

- Asher: Hannah Keating.
- What about Nate?

He could be playing a long con.

- Mm. Put him down.
- Know what makes me sad?

What are you guys doing?

It's, uh, A.K.'s enemies list.

One of these peeps has got
to be behind the fliers.

You realize the woman's
gonna rot in prison

if you don't help me, right?

We forgot about Meggy.

- Oh.
- Yes.

No.

You said you met her at a bookstore.

Don't you think that's
a little bit suspicious?

How is that suspicious?

- We should have Oliver hack her.
- Connor: No.

I need him to work on my case.

Your case is a dud. Deal with it.

Oliver.

I know you're bored.

You make that very clear

with how loud you're stomping
around with those boxes.

This isn't about that. It's Laurel.

She wasn't just here to say hi?

No.

She was asking me if I heard from him,

so I paid to get her
phone logs, and look.

She's been calling Frank.

I hate them.

Every single one of their
bitch-ass lying faces.

Let me take care of it.

How?

Don't worry.

I'll figure it out.

Monoghan: Ms. Crowley,
can you tell us a bit

about your relationship
with your husband.

Let's start with how you met.

Irene: Picked me up in a bar.

I got knocked up.

A few weeks later, we got married.

Can I ask what happened with the child?

It was a girl. She died inside of me.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- It's not your fault.

Ms. Crowley, I'd like to
discuss the alleged abuse.

Uh, I'm sorry, can we
just back up for a second.

Uh, the reason you lost the child,

this was due to the abuse, yes?

I never said that.

No, but, uh, hospital records show

that you had a broken wrist at the time

that you were admitted
for the miscarriage, so...

Ms. Keating.

[Whispering] This is her
time. Don't speak for her.

[Normal voice] My apologies.

I've read all your files, Ms. Crowley,

and the problem I'm having
is during your trial,

you never officially stated
that your husband abused you.

Is that true?

It's in the file, I guess, so...

She never said anything

- because her lawyer advised her not to.
- Quiet.

Graves: I'm asking because it strikes me

as a convenient parole strategy

to invent claims of abuse

now that the laws have changed
in favor of the victim.

It wasn't my strategy.

So, are we or are we not
to believe you were abused?

You're gonna believe whatever you want

no matter what I say.

If you look in file C-11,

there are photos taken after
one of Mr. Crowley's attacks

that are evidence of the abuse.

Fine. Let's say you were indeed abused.

The police report states

that there was no imminent threat

at the time of the
murder, so my question is,

if your husband was
abusing you so badly,

why did you kill him
instead of just leaving him?

- That is the wrong question.
- Quick recess.

You're asking my client
what's wrong with her

when you should be asking
what was wrong with the man

- that repeatedly battered...
- Connor, enough.

Instead, you're putting
the burden on the victim!

Young man, you need to rein it in.

My client has suffered
a lifetime of horror,

and you're just continuing
the cycle of abuse,

and I won't allow it!

Now, she's been bullied enough,

and I think we need to
finally listen to her.

I blew it. Calm down.

I can admit to ineffective
assistance of counsel.

- That is not what happened.
- It's not her fault

that I can't keep my mouth shut.

- I should be punished for that, not her.
- Relax, okay? Breathe.

That was just the first
session. We can still fix this.

If I have to go back in there,

I'm just gonna screw it up.

You should fire me.

Well, Irene is the only
one who could fire you,

and she hasn't done that yet.

You're her counsel now,

and for once in her life,

the only man that's not
gonna disappoint her.

[Cellphone chimes]

I'll be right back.

Wait, you have to help me prepare.

I'm just stepping
outside. Call the others.

[Cellphone ringing]

[Breathes heavily]

[Moans]

Oh, ignore it.

Like you have to tell me.

You know, I don't... I
don't think they'd be mad.

- Who?
- Connor.

I-I-I think he'd be happy for us.

And... And I could talk to Bonnie.

Uh, you know, hiding is
what messed her and me up

- to begin with, so...
- [Sighs]

For the record,

you are forcing me to say these things.

- What things?
- We're not a couple.

We're never gonna be a couple.

Why not?

I can't be in a
relationship with somebody

who is literally the opposite
of everything I stand for.

I'm a cooler guy than I used to be.

You... you have to admit that.

I-I-I'm learning...

And I am not your teacher.

I don't have time

to strip you of all your
terrible white habits,

so either accept the fact that
you are just a meat stick to me,

or we can end this.

- Fine, I'll go.
- No, no, no, no, no.

How about I give you another double?

♪ I gotta let you go ♪

Wichita? As in Kansas?

He's been checking his
voice-mail on a computer.

The I.P. address is in Wichita.

- And that was today?
- An hour ago.

I'll keep track

and make sure he
doesn't drive back here.

Thank you.

All right, I need to get back.

You're done with me?

I have a client that needs me.

What about my needs?

What are you doing?

I saw it, Laurel.

I was just checking to see
if they had a suspect yet.

- Why?
- Because I don't want it to be you.

I'm sorry, okay?

What if Eve is wrong,

and the cops know who you are.

What does Eve have to do with it?

She's watching the case for Annalise.

[Chuckles]

We're not doing this anymore.

Creating problems where there are none.

- What if there are problems?
- I'm happy, Laurel.

Trying to be.

It's because I moved on,

so please just... let me.

I'm sorry.

About Meggy, too.

Oliver did a whole search on
her and she's a Girl Scout.

Worst thing she's ever done
is protest a marine park.

I knew that.

You looked into her?

I'm not an idiot.

Connor: Here's what you need to say.

He was about to hit you.

- He wasn't.
- I know. Look, I'm just...

- I'm trying to help, all right?
- You're doing a bad job.

Listen to me!

For once, just...

Just... just listen, all right?

They need to hear it
straight from you...

Some explanation of why you
killed him in that moment.

It doesn't matter how
ugly you think it is

or how bad you think it makes you look.

Your only chance of
getting out is you talk.

[Sighs]

I did what you did.

Killed a guy.

And I didn't have as
good of an excuse as you,

but I did it.

And I got away with it.

I've... I've never told anyone.

Well, it's... it's messed
a lot of stuff up for me.

People around you can sense
that you're hiding something,

and it pushes them away.

That's what's happening in that room.

You know, every guy on that board

can... can see that you're
not telling the truth,

and it makes them not trust you.

But you can't afford that.

You need them on your side,

and the only way that
happens is you finally talk.

What'd you say to her?

I just gave her a pep talk.

No, you opened your fat mouth.

I suffer every day to
keep you people safe.

My career, reputation,

it's all on the line because of you.

So no more screwing with my life

just because you feel
like it, understood?

Let's hope to God this works.

You hear if Connor
finally lost his case?

I don't know.

It's not like anyone ever tells
the meat stick anything anyways.

I knew you were gonna
be a baby about this.

Stacy and Nicole said that
you were the one being a baby.

Oh, my God.

You talked about me to those freshmen?

They're my girls, okay?

And I think that your whole,
uh, "we're too different" crap

is actually a cover for the fact

that you know that we're the same.

- How are we the same?
- Uh, a lot of ways.

For example, you like having
sex with me, and so do I.

- You're ridiculous.
- I know you, Michaela.

The real you, okay? I know you came here

to be Michelle or Hillary or RBG,

and I came here to be my dad, right?

The better version. You know what?

We met Annalise and we did bad things,

and now we're different,
which makes us the same.

But you can't see that

because you're holding
on to this old idea

of who you used to be
and who I was, and...

[Sighs]

I'm more than a meat stick.

Monoghan: Ms. Crowley,
take us through the weeks

leading up to the day of
your husband's murder.

Ms. Crowley.

Okay, let's move on to
your time in prison...

We had no doors in the house.

No one ever asked me
why Rodney did that.

Took doors off hinges

so I wouldn't be able to hide.

Came in once while I was peeing,

yelling, grabbed my neck,
stuck my head in the toilet.

I almost drowned in my own urine.

Another time, he raped me with a hose,

a mop handle.

You want stories like that?

I got them.

Now, I can see

that you want to know what
I did with the hammer.

I planned it. You were right about that.

Not 'cause he was
gonna beat me that day.

Because he was gonna beat
me for the rest of my life.

And looking ahead to that,

feeling broken bones
before they even happen...

I made a decision.

I sat with that hammer for hours,

and when he came home, I stood up,

and I hit him over and over again

until I saw brains.

And still I didn't feel...

that that made up for all
the times that he hit me.

So I hit him some more.

You want me to say I'm sorry,

that I regret my actions.

But I don't.

How can I when it's the one decision

that finally set me free?

[Chuckles] So, you could win?

Connor: No, I-I didn't...
I didn't say that.

Yeah, but... Well, you got her to talk,

which is a victory in itself.

Yeah, but it's... It's complicated,

and... I don't know. Annalise
is kind of pissed at me, so...

Yeah, well, she's always pissed at you,

and am I not supposed to be trying
to make you feel better here?

I'll feel better if Irene gets out.

I just need you to
distract me right now.

Okay.

Did I... did I ever
tell you about the time

my mom caught me wearing her lingerie?

[Toilet flushes]

Irene stays in jail

if you say what I think
you're gonna say in there.

Shouldn't she?

Rodney raised you, right?

I read that in the reports.

I think that meant he abused you, too.

If I'm wrong, look me
in my eye and say that.

He wasn't a good man.

No one is claiming that.

But he also didn't
deserve to die that way.

It must've crossed your mind, though,

when he was hitting you.

And yet I never took
a hammer to his skull.

Because you didn't have to.

You got out.

And then Irene took your place.

No, I can't do it.

I can't go in there and
say nice things about her.

I know.

But that's not what
I'm asking you to do.

Is something wrong?

We'll know soon enough.

[Door opens]

Man: [Whispers indistinctly]

Well, it seems the victim's witness

has decided to forego making
a statement here today.

This board therefore needs
no further deliberation.

We came to this decision after
weighing statutory factors,

the altered laws,

and studies about the
impact of domestic abuse.

Your candor, Ms. Crowley,

was another main factor in our decision.

Ms. Crowley...

we've decided to grant your
application for parole.

We order for your immediate release.

[Exhales]

Oh.

Yeah, it's real.

You're getting out.

- You won.
- Oh.

[Chuckles] Thank you.

[Exhales sharply]

Oh.

[Cellphone vibrating]

Man: It was our hope

that this stunt would
burn out on its own,

but it seems to be metastasizing.

All the city papers have
picked up the story,

and the President has
started to receive calls

from several alumni and donors.

The situation's become
a university problem.

So, with everybody's
best interests in mind,

we are notifying you
that you are suspended,

effective immediately.

At least until the board
determines that your safety,

the safety of our students,

and the integrity of the university

is no longer compromised.

I'm sorry that we need to take this step

right now, Annalise.

But we hope it's temporary.

No.

Last time I checked,
I was the victim here.

An anonymous, potentially
dangerous individual

chose to launch a smear
campaign at my workplace,

and your solution is to suspend me?

No.

Man: Professor, we are
contractually within our rights.

You're worried about bad press?

Try the headline

"Prominent Attorney
- Persecuted by Elite University,"

not to mention a multi-million-dollar
lawsuit I'll file.

I bet you'll get calls
from the donors then.

Annalise, please.

No one here wants to
escalate the situation.

Lock me out of my classroom!

I dare you.

But you can't keep me
from teaching my students.

- Oliver: There he is.
- Young lawyer home

after winning his very first case.

Not a big deal.

Oh, you can pretend like you don't care,

but I can tell you care.

Come on, grab a bottle of
champagne in the fridge.

We'll celebrate.

What... what's wrong?

Are you mad?

No, I'm just confused.

I love you, Oli.

And I need you right
now more than you know.

So... whatever you want,
I'll... I'll do it.

I just want to make you
happy like you make me happy,

and I know that I can.

So, please, just let me.

I'm sorry.

[Exhales sharply]

Oli, I...

I just need to be alone right now.

What about what I need.

That's the point.

I only ever do what other people want.

This time, I'm doing this for me.

So, if...

if you really want to make me happy,

then you'll let me go.

Okay?

Just...

Let me go.

Uh...

I'll... I'll pack.

- Connor.
- No, no.

It's your apartment, so...

- I win.
- [Groans]

Again.

- Drink.
- Laurel: I can't.

I said drink.

Okay.

I'm surprised Frank
didn't teach you better.

We never really played pool.

'Cause you were too busy
boning all the time?

No.

Well...

I have a question.

Did you two ever hook up?

[Scoffs]

No.

Would you be jealous if we did?

No.

What if I told you I was
talking to him every day?

Are you?

Are you?

[Sighs]

I've been leaving him voicemails.

He doesn't answer, but
his mailbox isn't full,

so I assume he's listening to them.

You have to stop calling him.

Because if Annalise knew...

She'd kill me. I know.

You know, I was never really sure

if I actually loved him.

But now that he's gone...

[Chuckles]

I did.

You only think that
because you don't know him.

I know about Lila.

There are worse things
than murder, Laurel.

You don't know that,
and that's a good thing.

But I know that and Frank knows that.

We've seen things you don't want to see.

So stop calling him,
stop thinking about him,

And kill the fantasy
of Frank in your head.

I don't understand. You lost him?

The I.P. address in Wichita was fake.

He's using a private network to bounce
the signal all over the country.

Jersey, California, Kansas.

So, he could be anywhere.

- Philly.
- Yeah.

I'm gonna stay at your
house till we find him.

- I don't need a bodyguard.
- You got one now.

I'll be over after my shift.

Okay.

[Knock on door]

♪ The dawn ahead on the floor ♪

What's wrong?

Can I crash here for a while?

♪ The cracks so bare stain ♪

We're screwing.

Okay.

Brought dinner.

I'm not hungry.

♪ And I'll be watching as you waste ♪

Well, then you can watch me eat.

♪ Through the ground ♪

Nate's staying over tonight.

♪ And I'll be watching as you ♪

- ♪ Waste through the ground ♪
- Okay.

I'm just telling you so you
don't have to worry about me.

I don't.

Heard you're having Eve keep tabs on

the Mahoney investigation, though.

Did Bonnie tell you that?

Laurel.

Don't be mad at her.

She just worries about me.

Just like you.

Do you trust her?

Completely.

She's my best friend.

[Distant] I didn't think I needed one.

I did.

Can't tell you how many times

she just showed up on
my doorstep to say hi...

Frank, please just come home.

I spoke to Bonnie and Annalise,

and they want you back, too.

They're not mad. No one's mad.

So please come back to us.

I love you.

Was that okay?

Perfect.

Now you just got to go see your father.

Arrest me!

No!

[Police radio chatter]

If there are any other
possible scenarios...

Man: Annalise!

Annalise!

Annalise: Let him through.

[Panting]

I heard someone say there's a body.

- Is it true?
- No one knows anything yet.

- Okay, but what if it's true?
- Stop it.

Let's not let our minds go there.

Wipe it clean.

Everything on it.

Mumford: Ms. Keating, we're
gonna have to do this right now.

[Handcuffs clink]

Annalise Keating, you're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be

used against you in a court of law.

You understand these rights
as I have read them to you?

Annalise: Yes.