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

We immediately suspend your license.

You can't fire me because of this.

Without a license, your
tenure gets nullified.

You're an alcoholic.

No, the problem is
you're a little bitch!

Get help.

My name is Annalise Keating,
and I'm an alcoholic.

- Nate?
- You don't know how long

I've been wanting this to happen.

My father's dead.

I lied. My father found Frank.

He's in Coalport. He killed your father.

Don't tell Annalise.

Dr. Lowell! She's pregnant.

Oh, my God. I know her.

[Monitor beeping]

[Air rushing]

[Woman vocalizing]

[Distant] No sign of hydrops.

[Distant] Good.

And what's taking the O.B. so long?

Page down to plastics.

We need to debride these
burns. Do they not know that?

[Vocalizing continues]

[Heartbeat thumping]

There is some concern
with smoke inhalation.

Uh. What does that
mean? Is she gonna die?

Okay, you need to keep
your voice down, okay?

I could get in a lot of trouble
for even telling you this.

I just want to make sure
she's okay. I'm sorry.

I know, and I promise you,

I'm gonna tell you
everything I can, okay?

H-Have you thought about
contacting the others?

No. What am I...

I wanted to make sure we
had more information...

Hi.

[Speaking indistinctly]

I'm here. Just don't worry.

I know. I'm on it.

Please try to trust me.

[Speaking indistinctly]

Laurel's pregnant.

Funeral director: We're happy
to plan whatever you like.

The funeral, flowers,
any burial services.

That won't be necessary.

[Breathes deeply]

Do you need a moment?

No.

- Cremate him.
- Of course.

Just are you in town for a bit?

You could pick up the ashes,
or we could mail them.

[Cellphone ringing]

[Cellphone beeps]

Can anyone see you calling me right now?

No, I'm in my car. Where are you?

Leaving the funeral home.

- Oh. How was it?
- Lovely.

Stupid question. Sorry.

- Have you seen Frank?
- No.

You'll call me when you do?

If I do.

I'll call you later.

[Cellphone beeps]

Thank you.

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

Asher: So, Meggy wants to have a
buttload of your babies, basically?

Wes: No.

Mm. You better start saving for a ring.

Personally, I think
anything under three karats

is a red flag.

Laurel: What are you guys talking about?

Waitlist is meeting
Meggy's parents tonight.

Her father's in town.
We're just having dinner.

Oh, that's a big deal.

- It's not.
- It is.

And you need to dump her
before this goes bad.

Meggy's amazing. Why would
he break up with her?

None of us at this table
are fit to date civilians.

That's ridiculous.

No, what's ridiculous is you
dating doughnut-hole here

when the only thing you guys
have in common is murder.

Can we not talk about this right here?

Maybe I should date Waitlist.

Or Laurel. Or we could be a throuple.

I mean, that makes just about
as much sense as you two boning.

Actually, technically, my hotness
and I are not boning right now.

I'm pulling a "Bull Durham" until
the arbitration exam's over.

Hey, guys, I got a trade opportunity.

Dumbass Gavin over there

hasn't even started
the evidence outline.

Any of you be willing to trade
for my arbitration outline?

Uh... yeah. I'm doing
our evidence outline.

- I can get it to you by Monday.
- Great.

Did you actually do the
reading for evidence?

No, and I didn't for this exam either,

- so I'm just gonna...
- Oh, my God.

- What is that?
- Uh... it's a xeroxed ass.

My ass! [Chuckles]

Does that turn you on, Walsh?

This is sexual harassment.

Why don't you go
tattletale to Mommy then?

Oh, that's right. She's still suspended.

Yvonne: [Distant] But your
assistant called and canceled.

Camila: [Distant] I'm so over her.

That's the third time she
canceled at the last minute.

I told her not to come back.

I ain't trying to deal with anyone.

Hey, Camila, I get it.

That's right.

Rolanda: [Distant] It's
because of your mouth.

What my mouth got to do with anything?

You've got a loud mouth.

Don't be dealing with that all the time.

That's true.

Miss Annalise, can I
get you some champagne?

[Indistinct talking]

She's a little lost in
her own world today.

[Normal voice] Ain't
that right, Annalise?

I'm sorry.

Yvonne asked you if you
wanted something to drink.

You look like you need
it. We got champagne.

Cheap champagne. I do not recommend it.

I'm trying to cut back.

Why? You pregnant?

Oh, please. My eggs
dried up a long time ago.

Then you can't use your
period as an excuse

for this mood you in.

What's wrong? You finally
screw up with the cop?

Since when has my mood
been dependent on a man?

Ooh, does that mean you done with him?

There she go. Queen of THOT-land.

Y'all know my radar perks up

when the conversation
turns to fine-ass sexy men.

Camila: If you're talking
about that same guy

that you showed me in
that picture one day,

- then I want first dibs.
- I got him next.

Ooh, honey, I would love to take them...

You'd love to what?

Be with a man who don't cry after sex.

You know what? That's why I
don't tell you nothing, Ro.

Wait. You want to know what
your problem is, Professor?

You're too greedy.

First you're not happy
with the white man,

now you're not happy with the black man.

Better than being sloppy
like some people I know,

sleeping with their husband's friends.

But see, it worked, didn't it?

I found out Tyler was
screwing our neighbor.

Heffa, everyone knew your husband

was sleeping with the neighbor.

Well, how come no one told me?

- We did!
- We did!

- See, that's messed up.
- [Door opens]

What's up, ladies?

Oh, no! Gone, gone! You
know the rules. Out!

We don't want your stuff.

I told his druggy behind
not to come in here anymore.

Y'all know he harmless.
He just down on his luck.

For the last 10 years?

Well, it took me 14 to get my ass clean.

Clean from what?

Oh, Ro didn't tell you
about her crack-den days?

It was cocaine mostly.

Rick wasn't playing when he
said it was a hell of a drug.

But I did the work,

used God and sex to make me feel good,

throw some AA meetings in
there, and I'm good to go.

She still drinks.

[Fading out] It was that one time.

If you mean by "one time"

every Tuesday and Thursday
down at Jazzy C's...

Why'd you do it?

Which part?

You think this is funny?

Annalise would kill me if
she knew I was here, Frank.

Mm, take a number.

She's probably got another hit man

on his way here right now.

I don't blame her for that.

You shot Mahoney while Wes
was standing right there.

Why?

What? You didn't?

Somebody else just
happened to shoot him?

It was me.

Why take Wes?

[Sighs]

I needed to know she
wasn't gonna come after me.

You made him a suspect. That
is why she came after you.

Maybe Sam was wrong about me.

Don't say that.

None of this would've ever happened

if they just left me in there.

[Metal door opens, creaks]

[Footsteps]

Get up.

Why?

'Cause we're gonna beat your ass.

Kidding. You got a visitor.

[Buzzer, metal door opens]

[Door clangs shut]

- Who the hell are you?
- Dr. Keating.

[Keys jingling]

Sit.

Your Aunt Bev knows my sister
Hannah from high school.

She was saying how
worried your family is,

that nobody's heard from you.

You don't want them to visit?

I'm in solitary.

Yeah, but that was before.

You haven't spoken to your parents

in what a few months?

Okay, look, I've worked
with a lot of people

in your similar situation.

Sociopaths?

You've been incarcerated
since you were 13, Frank.

There's tons of research

to show how that
impacts family dynamics.

Good to know.

Truth?

Your parents told me
you were up for parole.

And they want to do whatever
they can to get you out of here.

I even have a lawyer for a wife

who I believe can win your case.

And I can see it in you, too.
Frank... you want out of here.

Let me help get you there.

Threatening a guard,
assaulting an inmate,

and that's on top of attempted murder?

Here's what I think.

You need to say "No" to your sister

for once in your life.

So... I take it that's a no?

Well, if you want me to
take a case pro bono,

how about not a white boy
who has violent tendencies?

What?

Well, how is this different

than you asking me to help Bonnie?

Bonnie didn't try to kill her father.

She might've if we hadn't helped her.

That's a reach.

Just... Just hear me out. [Chuckles]

He's poor, and his family's hurting.

What's the harm in
just going to see him?

[Buzzer]

Don't get up.

Before we start, let me be blunt.

[Door clangs shut]

The only way I see you getting out

is if you admit guilt.

I don't care if it's not
true, if it was an accident.

You got to say you did it on purpose.

Do I need to repeat myself?

No, it's just you're
not what I expected.

What does that mean?

Your husband's kind of vanilla.

And...?

You seem the opposite of vanilla.

Neither of us are vanilla.

- You guys got kids?
- Trying.

What's the problem? His junk not work?

Sexual advance on a female guard,

inciting a fight in your cellblock.

Only a moron commits
these kinds of infractions

when you're up for parole.

Or you just don't want out at all?

Which is it?

I've always been kind of a moron.

[Door opens]

Frank: Don't worry. I'm not looking.

Your phone rang.

Laurel?

No.

[Door creaks]

Annalise: You sure you
don't want the ashes?

I mean, we can cook them into slop,

feed it to pigs, or just spread them

in the worst place imaginable.

My sister might actually take them.

Oh, so your sister showed up?

Yeah, she's here now.

Oh, then go. I'll talk to you later.

It's fine.

- How are you?
- Great.

I have the whole house
to myself this weekend.

I'm gonna eat and watch bad movies.

You still have the list of AA meetings

I left on your desk?

Bonnie, just go and be with your sister.

Thanks.

[Cellphone beeps]

Together: God, grant me the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change,

courage to change the things I can,

and wisdom to know the difference.

Jonathan: Hi, I'm
Jonathan. I'm an alcoholic.

Together: Hi, Jonathan.

Any visitors here for
the first time today?

Hi.

We usually start by saying our names.

Do I have to?

[Laughter]

Annalise.

Together: Hi, Annalise.

Jonathan: Thank you for
joining us today, Annalise.

[Applause]

Simon: "Once Middleton was made
aware of the circumstances,

the office of the President
immediately began a review.

As a result, Professor Keating's
duties have been reassigned.

A new instructor has been assigned

to the Legal Clinic
effective immediately."

Ding-dong, the bitch is dead.

- Can they do this?
- Of course.

She pushed too far.

Or they couldn't handle having
a strong woman in power.

Power only works if you
know how to not abuse it.

Okay, we need to storm
the President's office,

do an "Oh, Captain! My Captain!"

Maybe this just means
we're finally free.

- Free of what?
- Her.

Oliver: This is bad, isn't it?

She'll figure something
out. She always does.

I-I could be out of a job,
and I really like this job.

Poor Annalise.

Soraya: Had to figure I'd
run into someone I know

at one of these sooner or later.

Professor Erickson?

You think he could do
a better job than me?

I don't think this is the
place to discuss this.

I don't care what you think.

I'm at this meeting in order
to get my license back.

Is that the only reason you're here?

I'll sue you. Remind your board of that.

You think there's a chance in
hell they would've suspended you

if they thought you
had a legitimate case?

[Scoffs] Unbelievable.

You know what? Stop fighting, Annalise.

It's not cute anymore.

Bonnie: Come home with me.

What?

She needs to hear you say it...

That Sam forced you to keep it from her.

I could've told her, anyway.

You couldn't...

because Sam got into your head...

just like he did to me.

This is a woman who wants me dead.

Because she blames you for the baby,

and that's fair.

You know that.

Of course I do.

Then come home and tell her that.

She'll forgive you.

You just need to forgive her first.

He was lying to me in there.

Why? That's your job to figure out,

but plenty of people prefer
a life on the inside.

Someone feeds you, tells you
where to be all the time.

Sounds nice to me.

Doesn't make any sense, though.

And yet, that's what he's doing.

Commits crimes in jail

so he doesn't have to
deal with the real world.

My job is hard enough
dealing with people

who actually want to be out.

He wants out. He's just...

confused.

Come on, tell me you didn't see
what I saw... the wounded...

I think you saw a boy
in need of a daddy.

That's not fair.

Well, neither is guilting
me into being a mother.

That's not what this is about.

Everything coming out of your
mouth right now is about that.

You're reaching, and you know it.

When's the last time you touched me?

Ever since I said no to IVF,

I'm not enough for you... Is that it?

- Annie...
- You can't stand the idea

of being stuck all alone
in this house with me.

Okay, hey, hey, hey.
Come here. Come here.

Come here.

[Sighs]

You're all I need.

And if I haven't made
you feel that way...

I'm sorry.

You...

are enough for me.

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, Oh ♪

Look what I found in the basement.

One of my dad's hiding spots, clearly.

I'm not drinking that.

You want to toast our first
night here with water?

- [Cups clink]
- ♪ Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

Aw!

Oh, my God, that's the foulest
thing I've ever tasted.

- Never again.
- Come here.

♪ Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

[Breathes sharply, grunts]

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪

Hey, you still up to get dinner
with Dean Foster on Friday?

♪ Let go, let go, let
go, let go, let go ♪

♪ Let go, let go, let
go, let go, let go ♪

♪ Let go, let go, let
go, let go, let go ♪

♪ Let go, let go, let
go, let go, let go ♪

I'll call the doctor.

♪ Let go, let go, let go,
let go, let go, let go ♪

♪ Let go, let go, let
go, let go, let go ♪

♪ Let go, let go, let go, let go ♪

Everyone's gonna hate us.

Two Professor Keatings on one campus.

- The new power couple.
- [Chuckles]

They only hired me as
assistant professor.

Well, for now.

You'll get tenure in record time,

way before me.

[Chuckles] Like that
was ever a question.

Wow, someone's getting
cocky pretty fast.

Yeah, you love it.

Mm.

♪ Let go, let go, let go, let go ♪

♪ Let go, let go, let go ♪

♪ Let go, let go, let go, let go ♪

[Grunts]

♪ Let go, let go, let go ♪

[Bottles clinking]

♪ Let go, let go, let go, let go ♪

♪ Let go, let go ♪

♪ Let go, let go, let go ♪

[Sighs]

- Where is it?
- What are you talking about?

One of you took my laptop. Give it back.

- Ooh, this is good.
- This isn't funny!

Unwad your panties, bro.

I went to the bathroom. It was right
there. I came back, and it was gone,

and I will call security if I have to.

- I dare you.
- Ain't afraid of no Po-po.

Okay, open your bag then
and prove you don't have it.

It is illegal to do an
unlawful search and seizure

of someone's belongings.

This isn't funny. That computer was
expensive and I don't have money to blow

like the rest of your spoiled asses.

- Spoiled?
- Oh, you think we don't know

that you're just here
playing at law school

until you can swap a rich daddy

- for a rich husband?
- Go anywhere near my bag

or anyone else's in this room and your
laptop won't be all you're missing,

you spineless, tiny-balled,
whiny excuse of a man!

Walk away.

So, Wes, where you from?

Ohio originally, but I,
uh, I moved around a lot.

Oh. Army brat?

Uh, Dad, can you just let him eat?

This is not an interrogation.

All right, maybe just a little bit.

I get it. But, no, not an Army brat.

- So, what do your parents do?
- Dad.

How is that not a fair question?

Wes' mom died of cancer and
he never met his father.

I apologize.

It was a really long time ago.

- What kind of cancer?
- Oh, my God.

I'm just trying to bond
with the boy, Meggy.

It's okay. Stomach.

Brutal.

Yeah.

♪ These are the days in your life ♪

♪ When the price of time is free ♪

♪ Like your daddy said,
the world is yours ♪

♪ So let it flow naturally ♪

♪ All the season's changes,
score them with a kiss ♪

♪ Yes, hey, girl ♪

[Scatting]

♪ And welcome all life's tricks ♪

♪ So eat the peach out the pit ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

- [Glass thumps lightly]
- ♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

[Beeps]

[Cellphone rings]

♪ We were reckless, but so precise ♪

Nate: You reached Nate Lahey.

- Leave a message.
- [Beeps]

I knew you weren't gonna pick up.

But I was calling to say
you're lucky I sent you away

because now you don't have to
deal with this mess anymore,

and I got a lot of it.

Like I need to tell you. [Scoffs]

Um.

You can thank me next time you see me.

♪ Oh ♪

[Beeps]

You up?

Yeah.

I can't go back.

Even if she says she'll forgive me,

she can't.

And maybe I don't have to go back.

Maybe neither of us do.

Run away with me.

You're not happy in that
house. Nobody ever is.

But you... out of all
of us deserve to be.

Find some boring town.

Get normal jobs.

Make a family.

We'd have cute babies, no?

I'm only teasing.

You mind if I turn on the TV?

Go ahead.

- [TV clicks on]
- Man on TV: Everything...

You know, life escalates.

But when you're young, love,
life is very complicated.

My wife's a hard sell, Frank,

but her bull detector's pretty good.

But I think I can get
her back to your side.

Yeah, you did your best.
Don't worry about it.

I do worry, though.

You're scared to get out.

No, that's stupid.

Then why do you keep
screwing up in here?

Because the only reason I can think of

is that you can't forgive
yourself for what you did.

It was an accident, Frank.

My parents tell you that?

"No way he could've pulled
that lever himself."

He took the TV out of my room...

yelled at me when I didn't
help out around the house,

as a dad should do.

And still, I thought it was
worth killing the guy over.

You were 13.

You didn't know what you were doing.

I planned it for weeks.

Waited for the perfect moment.

Looked forward to it.

And when it was over and
he was under that car,

screaming like an animal in a trap,

my only thought was, "You idiot, Frank.

You couldn't even kill him right."

Now tell me I should get out of here.

You should.

Then you're even more of
a sociopath than I am.

Sociopaths don't cry over
what they did, Frank.

Hey.

You have good in you.
Okay? Just like all of us.

And I'm here to finally
help you see that.

You have good in you.

[Groaning]

Wake up.

[Breathing quickly]

Sorry.

It's okay.

Your dad?

How about Oregon?

They have these beach towns
with giant sand dunes and trees,

and it rains a lot, too,

so we won't feel bad if we
stay inside all the time.

And when it's nice, we can go for hikes.

Can't imagine you on a hike.

That's the point.

We'd do things that make us forget.

[Man vocalizing]

Connor: [Distant] ...but the
4th Circuit's opinion found

Rule 17-A applies to only
those asserting a claim,

that people can sue whoever they want,

so why did the Supreme Court
find in favor of the respondent

in Vaden v. Discover Bank?

[Normal voice] Castillo.

What was the question?

Michaela: Ms. Vaden failed
to disprove the presumption

that she received a binding
arbitration clause in the mail,

and therefore agreed to the contract.

Now say it with a Southern twang.

What are you talking about?

Your hillbilly came out when
you were bitching out Simon.

- It did not.
- It did.

- It was pretty thick.
- It happens in sex sometimes, too, P.S.

So, I can never quite
put my finger on it.

It's like a cross between, like,

[Southern accent] Louisiana
alligator wrestling

and Georgian peach picker.

We just broke up.

[Knock on door]

♪ Glass empty or full ♪

♪ Quench my thirsty
tongue, I'm drinking it ♪

Hey, come on.

Come on.

Come on in. Ooh.

Dance with me, Wes.

Ooh! [Laughs]

Ooh! Mm-mm-mm. [Laughs]

♪ Oceans old and new ♪

I'm just fooling around with you.

♪ It's your decision ♪

♪ I'm already lost ♪

- ♪ Lost, lost ♪
- Mm.

♪ Don't try to reason ♪

♪ By the time I inhale,
exhale, I'm back again ♪

What's wrong?

I thought you weren't
supposed to be drinking.

Oh. [Scoffs]

There's a lot of things I'm
not supposed to be doing.

Hey! This is my song!

♪ No, no, no, ah ♪

Lucky I sent you away

because now you don't have to
deal with this mess anymore,

and I got a lot of it.

- Everything okay?
- Like I need to tell you.

- [Cellphone beeps]
- Family drama.

I know how that goes.

Oh.

Every woman in my office would stone me

if they found where I was right now.

You can't tell anyone about us.

Oh, we are consenting adults, Nate.

I'm serious.

Didn't turn out so well last
time I slept with a lawyer.

Oh, let's be clear...
I'm no Annalise Keating.

You heard that woman's calling
herself an alcoholic now, right?

That's how she's getting
out of her suspension.

It'll probably work, too.

That's how life rolls for that woman.

The lady's got nine lives.

- You got to see this.
- What are you doing here?

I asked Oliver for a favor.

- What kind of favor?
- I hacked Simon's laptop.

- You stole his computer?
- Nope, that was me.

- Michaela.
- You're insane.

Who are you? Seriously.

You some sort of hillbilly
klepto all of a sudden?

Okay, you're all gonna be happy I did
this when we get his arbitration outline.

Couldn't find the outline. Check again.

I found something better.

- Laurel: Oh, my God.
- What the...

I knew it.

[Coughs, gasps]

Here.

[Groaning]

Here.

Listen.

[Groaning]

So much for that 100% Indian hair.

[Chuckles]

[Crying]

Go!

Go away.

Go away!

- Just...
- No.

I'm dis... I'm disgusting!

- I'm disgusting.
- No. Here.

[Crying]

You shot me.

You wanted me dead.

[Sobs, sniffles]

I saw it in your eyes. You hate me.

You hate me.

That's not true.

You protect me.

And I just want to do the same for you.

Ohh.

[Sniffles]

[Crying]

How's... How's Meggy?

Huh? Huh?

Is she good to you?

Very.

Oh.

Too good?

'Cause Nate's too good to me.

I tried to be okay with it.

I really did.

I really did.

[Crying]

No.

[Shoes clatter]

You need some water?

[Sighs]

[Door closes]

Parole cases are
time-consuming and tedious,

but my husband seems to
like you for some reason,

and I tend to think that
my husband has good taste.

He picked me, after all.

So, if I help you, you
can't lie to me again.

- Understood?
- Yeah.

Okay, you got yourself a lawyer.

Now, we need to go over the details

of what happened to
your father, all right?

I got the police report right here.

I need to...

You okay?

[Breathes sharply]

You need to tell me
your side of the story.

Spare no details.

[Vomits]

You pregnant or something?

- Boy, right?
- How'd you know?

Don't marry a lawyer.

[Grunts]

Take him!

[Knock on door]

Michaela: I just had
a feeling it was him.

He's always so aggro about you

and that he's never
gotten to be first chair,

and... and with your job on the line,

I just thought maybe I should
just look through his computer.

She stole his computer for
the arbitration outline.

We can't give it to the
university, though, right?

Otherwise they'll know
that Michaela stole it.

I can lie, say I found
it somewhere in the quad.

No one's ever gonna believe that.

No one has to lie. I'm not
gonna show it to anyone.

You're just gonna let
him get away with this?

I didn't say that. Go
and prep for your exam.

- What are you gonna do?
- Make that weenball pay.

- Honestly, you sure?
- Yeah.

I mean, the D.A.'s office
could've put these up

or anyone who knows what we've
done, but it wasn't any of them.

It was just some sad, pathetic lost boy.

We're safe. We're still safe.

[Knock on door]

- Mind if I come in?
- What's going on?

Stop! What are you doing here?

I came to return this.

Somebody put that there, planted it.

Don't lie to me!

Slander, defamation,

hate crime if you want
to bring race into it,

and it all leads to your
expulsion or worse... prison!

What are you gonna do?

That's up to you.

Michaela: Mr. Gibbins,
give us an example

of procedural versus
substantive unconscionability.

Uh... it was unconscionable 'cause...

Wrong. Mr. Millstone?

[Southern accent] I object, Your Honor.

I object to the question,
I object to your tone,

and I object that we don't have

a cool pitcher of sweet,
home-brewed lemonade

- to get us through these proceedings.
- Are you done?

Do you think it's more of, like, a...

Like a Beyoncé Southern or
a "Deliverance" Southern?

- We have an exam tomorrow.
- [Normal voice] Come on,

just tell us where your accent's from.

Is it your birth parents
or adopted parents?

It's none of your business.

Uh, we're boning. I
think it's my business.

The people who raised me are trash.

I am who I am not because of them

but in spite of them.

They are not worth my breath or time,

especially when we have an exam,

so let's never speak of them again

or I'll cut you all into little pieces.

Simon: Hey.

It's the arbitration outline.

We good now?

What the hell just happened?

I don't know. Does it matter?

I'm gonna go make copies.

[Cellphone vibrating]

What's wrong?

I need to break up with Meggy.

Dinner with her dad went that well?

[Chuckles]

I'm sick of lying to her.

[Sighs]

Think I should stay with her?

No. Do what you want.

We're all so messed up.

Annalise, especially.

But you...

I'll break up with Meggy.

Frank's gone.

Frank isn't gone.

[Lock disengages]

Frank?

[Crying]

[Sniffles]

Hi.

I wanted you and your
board to have a chance

- to review my lawsuit before I file.
- [Door closes]

Retaliation by the university
for speaking my mind,

gender, race, age discrimination,

a hostile work environment,

wanton breach of contract, neglect.

- Neglect?
- The fliers.

It's been weeks, and your
investigation has found nothing.

Instead, you've devoted
university resources

to having me disbarred,

the legality of which is
questionable in its own right.

$50 million?

Go big or go home.

What do you want?

A truce. Reverse my suspension.

I go back to teaching the clinic.

- You still don't have your license...
- That's being taken care of.

Because you went to one AA meeting?

This is not up for negotiation.

Either give me what I want

or wake up tomorrow to a lawsuit
that will color the entirety

of your short run as
university president.

Fine, I'll make the calls right now.

Thank you.

Annalise.

How are you? Really.

You can't get better alone.

Believe me, I've tried...

and failed enough times to know.

Make those calls.

[Sighs]

[Door closes]

Stop, please. At least
let me warn Bonnie.

- Bonnie lied.
- Fine, then you tell her.

I just... I can't.

Oh, I'm not in the mood
to see your needy faces.

Laurel needs to tell you something.

She can't speak for herself?

That's not the Laurel I know,
letting a man speak for her.

- Please just listen.
- All right.

Fine. What?

Say something.

It's about Frank.

What?

He's in Coalport with Bonnie.

He called me when I was with my dad,

and he told me that
you tried to kill him.

Is it true? Did you? Is that true?

Can you tell us the truth for once?

Bonnie: Laurel.

I'm here.

I know. I'm on it.

Please try to trust me.

Laurel's pregnant.

I had no idea.

Just stay here, okay?

I promise I'll keep you updated.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay.

[ Cellphone ringing]

Pick up. Please pick up.

Please pick up, please
pick up, please pick up.

Connor: This is Connor.
You should text me.

[Cellphone beeps]

Connor, pick up, please.

[ Cellphone ringing]

- Please pick...
- Trishelle: Hello?

- Who's this?
- Trishelle. Who's this?

Oliver. Were...

I'm looking for Connor Walsh.

Is that whose phone this is?

I just found it in my
daughter's sofa cushions.

Darn thing was vibrating my booty.

Mom!

Someone named Oliver looking for Connor.

I don't know where he is, Oliver.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, what's wrong?

- You haven't heard?
- Heard what?

Annalise's house burned
down. The cops arrested her.

Laurel was inside, but they found her.

What?

She's pregnant, Michaela.

Laurel.

Did she tell you?