All language subtitles for How to Get Away with Murder S01E12 HDTV x264 LOL

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

Hi. I'm Hannah, Sam's sister.

Whatever his wife told you,
my brother is no murderer.

Annalise: I'd just hoped
that it wasn't true...

That he hadn't hurt that girl.

Wes: Christmas card for Rudy.

Rebecca: Yeah, he's the freak
who lived here before you.

Why wouldn't his relatives know
he doesn't live here anymore?

- Oh, it's from his grandma!
- [Groans]

Hm.

My engagement ring is gone!

I lost it!

- What is that?
- It's a fake.

I bought it with cash at a
jewelry mart in Chinatown.

Wes, we have a real nightmare.

The human remains were found
one week ago at the landfill.

The body belongs to Sam Keating.

Numerous sources within the
Philadelphia Police Department

do confirm that the tests
showed it was, in fact,

his body found at the
Nayatt landfill one week ago.

Sam Keating was considered a top suspect...

She's setting us up.

What are you talking about?

You don't just find
body parts in a landfill.

A body, sure.

A head, a hand, but not
charred-up bits of someone.

Not unless you're told where to look.

They wouldn't have found him at all

if you had listened to Wes
and incinerated the body.

Wait. Why do you think Annalise
would want to set us up?

Annalise wouldn't...

Wouldn't do that! Okay, we know, Waitlist.

You suckle at the teat of
our dear, old Professor.

Rebecca: Annalise has
no reason to sell us out.

She's the adult. You're her students.

I'm her freaking client.

Who do you think the police want
to take down more? Us or her?

All of us.

This is Annalise Keating.

- If it's urgent, please call my off...
- [Cellphone beeps]

[Cellphone rings]

Finally!

Laurel: What are you doing?

Laurel?

- You can't be calling me.
- But...

You're under a microscope now.

Everything that happens from this moment on

is gonna be monitored by the police.

So just sit on your hands and act normal.

Tell the rest of the
rat pack the same thing.

- Who?
- Your stupid study group!

- Now, hang up and do nothing!
- [Beep]

[Sighs]

[Breathes deeply]

- Sam Keating was first reported missing...
- Connor: God!

Can you knock next time?

I just talked to Frank.

He said we're being watched,

- so it's important we don't freak out.
- Too late for this one.

- Wes: What did he say about Annalise?
- Uh, he didn't.

- Well, call him back.
- I can't.

The calls we make can become
evidence used against us.

[Chuckles] Of course

we can't call the one person
who said they'd protect us.

Great.

[Knock on door]

Can I help you?

Are you Ms. Keating?

Depends which one you mean.

- Annalise Keating.
- That's me.

And you are?

Hannah Keating.

- I grew up in this house.
- And I live here now.

What's going on?

You haven't seen the news?

Is he dead?

I'm his sister.

Anything you can say to
her you can say to me.

Is he dead?

His remains were found in
a landfill several days ago.

We would have notified you sooner,

but it took our department a
while to get a positive I.D.

How do you know it's him?

They tested the tissue against his DNA,

which was already on file
for the Stangard case.

[Voice breaking] Oh, my God.

[Crying] Oh!

Oh, no.

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Hannah.

Don't touch me!

[Sniffles, groans]

Oh, my God.

Arrest her.

[Gate opens]

She killed him.

Ma'am, please, if you could
just calm down for a second.

She killed him,

and she... She tried to hide it

by making it seem like he was missing

and that he had killed
that girl, but he didn't.

She did it. That's her.

She's the murderer.

She killed him.

Arrest her! I said...Arrest her.

She's a murderer!

She killed my brother!

Arrest her!

Arrest her, I said!

Arrest her, damn it!

[Indistinct conversations]

[Cellphone rings]

Hello?

Nate: It's me.

I'm on a burner.

You should get one.

I'll tell Frank.

How are you?

Annalise. It's bad for me,

I know, but how are you doing?

They're gonna question me again.

Don't let them.

And make myself look guilty?

You've done their job for years.

- They'll twist whatever you say.
- I'll get a lawyer.

Well, I am a lawyer, and I'm telling you

do not talk to them
under any circumstances.

- Is that what you're gonna do?
- Yeah. If they want to talk to me,

they're gonna have to arrest me.

Say that to them, they just might.

Don't talk to them. Promise me.

I got class.

Yeah, when we interviewed you last time,

your husband was missing, Annalise.

Now he's dead.

Yes.

I notice how upset you seem by that fact.

You're gonna arrest me because my
grief doesn't look the way you want it?

Go ahead.

Chapin: Negligence is a failure to, um...

I-it's a failure to, um...

This was all in your syllabus, Ms. Chapin.

I'm sorry, Professor Dozier. I just, um...

Is the heat on really high in here?

- No, that's just your nerves.
- Oh.

Dean Sumner said you weren't
coming in, considering...

Sumner was mistaken.
I'll take it from here.

[Indistinct whispering]

I've opted to depart
from the syllabus today.

[Chalk scratching]

Ms. Chapin.

Can you tell us what
the fifth amendment is?

The fifth amendment? Um...

Right, it, um...

Assures your right to protection
from self-incrimination?

Are you asking me?

No, that... That's my answer.

And it's a correct one.

When clients talk to the police,

they think clarifying or being
helpful can aid in their case.

They're wrong.

Whatever you say to the police

can and will be misconstrued
to support the prosecution.

So when I doubt, shut your mouth.

[Glass shatters]

Bonnie: [Crying]

What the hell?

No one called me last night
to tell me what happened.

[Sniffles]

I just saw it on the news.

Oh, come on.

Annalise had more important
things to think about than you.

She doesn't trust me anymore.

What did I say?

This isn't about you. It is.

He kissed me.

And I told her.

[Sobs]

And now he's dead.

You're not seriously upset?

The guy was a liar and a killer.

And someone killed him.

How did that happen, Frank?

Like hell if I know. Or care.

And neither should you.

He screwed over Annalise.
From the looks of it, you too.

So stop crying, or else
she'll fire you again,

she sees you like this.

- [Door opens]
- Annalise: Frank?

[Sniffles]

Why are the police outside?

Some bull about keeping the press away.

Well, tell them to leave.
We can handle the press.

And I have work on our case to prepare for.

Uh, about that, Annalise.

Leo Lombardo's secretary just called,

and she'd like to reschedule the meeting

- in light of what's happened.
- Bastards.

Call Leo's office.

Tell them I'm on my way over

and that I will not leave
until I speak to him myself.

You are not firing me.

You want your nephew to be
locked up for the next 20 years?

Go ahead.

Get yourself a new
attorney right before trial.

Or you could stick with me

and he can walk out of that courtroom

like every time we've done it before.

I have never lost you a case, Leo,

ever since you put me
on retainer 15 years ago,

and, damn it, I'm not about
to lose one for you now.

Hey, hey, hey.

No one's questioning what
you can do in a courtroom.

I'm worried what happens
when you're not there

because it's you that's locked up.

No one's locking me up!

Do you hear me?

I didn't kill my husband. I'm innocent.

Paul: [Laughs] That's good.

That's just like how you tell me to say it.

Do you agree with your Uncle?
Do you want a new attorney?

You're the one who's on trial here, Paul.

With the amount of drugs
you were shipping...

Allegedly.

Do you want a new lawyer?

Do you want to take that risk?

Take it easy, Annalise.

It's not like we're the
only clients in your book.

Right now you may as well be!

Listen.

Whatever is going on with me
is not gonna affect your case.

I guarantee it.

Just like I guarantee you

that I will kick the living crap
out of the FBI in the courtroom,

but only if you trust me.

It's up to you, Paul.

Do you want to fire me?

Hannah: You do know she lied to you, right?

In her interview with you,

Annalise said that she found
out about Sam and Lila's affair

the night Sam went missing,

but she told me she knew about
the affair three months ago.

She's lying about what happened
the night Sam disappeared,

because she killed him and then
she went to her lover's house,

and together they disposed of the body.

She needed help.

She couldn't have done it by herself.

Even... even if what you're saying is true,

we still need probable
cause to search the house.

What about Annalise's violent past?

She comes from a violent home.

Statistics show that a
child that experiences

a culture of violence
and abuse in the home,

that that cycle continues.

Past actions are not gonna
get us a search warrant.

I'll call you when we know more.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Gasps]

No, you cannot be in here, Ms. Keating.

[Gasps]

[Grunts]

What if she threatened Sam's life?

If what you're saying is true,

you will be called on to testify.

I'll testify to whatever you need me to.

Search that house.

- What's this?
- New client.

Is this a joke?

She's in the middle of
a murder investigation.

Since when do we give up
on our clients, Mr. Walsh?

Bonnie.

The client's name is Paul Lombardo.

President and owner of
an import/export operation

known as Lombardo distribution.

Lombardo as in Lombardo crime family?

Is this a mob case?

He's a businessman.

[As Vito Corleone] What's the charge?

Did our capo take out
a rival family's capo?

Did the Don bury his
goomah in some concrete?

Drug possession with
the intent to distribute.

300 kilos of heroin, to be exact.

I need two of you to look at

the cargo container's chain of custody...

Who had access to it,
whether it was a frame job.

Go to port security

and look at any available
surveillance footage.

So your last name is, uh...Delfino.

Italian.

Anybody in your family, uh, you know...

Connected?

If I tell you...

You can't tell the others, got it?

[Sighs]

The drugs were found by customs agents

when the container
failed a random weigh-in,

so the question is, why did
the feds select that container

over the thousands that come
through the port each day?

Michaela: No. I'm never
going back to those woods.

Dummy, if the cops find your ring,

they'll trace it back to you.

You mean all of us.

And the police are probably
waiting for the killer to return

- so they can identify them.
- Maybe that's a risk you have to take.

You know, for the good of the group.

I'm agent Anthony Fain.

You have some questions for me.

Agent Fain, yes. Just one.

According to this log, on most nights,

dozens of containers are
weighed, but on this night,

only my client's container
was randomly chosen.

The one container that
happened to be full of heroin.

Are we to assume that our
client was just unlucky?

Exactly.

They don't call it "random" for nothing.

Annalise: Look at the personnel at the yard

and see who had the motive
to take our client down.

Laurel: Who's Rudy Walters?

Guy who used to live in my apartment.

He's who put the scratches in my wall.

His grandmother still
thinks he lives there,

which is weird, right?

How does she not know where he lives?

It's like he just disappeared.

Or he just moved.

Rebecca said he had a nervous
breakdown and vanished.

- It just sounds really weird.
- Okay, but what's also weird is our case.

The port employee who weighed the container

is a guy named Pedro Hortua,

but there's no Pedro Hortua
listed as working at the yard,

so maybe you want to help me find him.

Leave your Rudy search for after work?

Yeah.

Yeah, just give me a second.

Frank: So then
Mickey-the-ear gets wind

that my pops is taking me to get a haircut.

Wait. They whacked him
right in front of you?

A little kid shouldn't have to see that.

[Laughs]

You freaking playing me, man?

You've seen too many Scorsese movies.

Wait, pause that.

The container hasn't even been weighed yet,

but customs agents are
already arriving at the yard.

Which means the feds were tipped
off to what was in the container

before it was even opened.

Oh, snap.

Somebody better get the cheddar cheese,

because we got ourselves a rat.

Leo: No way.

There are no rats in our family.

The surveillance tapes show that
the feds arrived way too quickly.

Someone with knowledge of the heroin

obviously alerted them

before the container was even pulled.

Who the hell you think it is?

You think they'd still be alive if I knew?

None of that talk in front of me.

The good news is that
I can argue entrapment

and get the charges dropped.

Paul: You hear that, Leo?

This snitch could help get me off.

See? You were right by keeping
this husband killer around.

Maybe she can help find that rat, too, huh?

It's not in my job description.

Annalise.

You're a single lady now.

Call me if you get lonely.

What?

Chocolate and Italian wine
always pair well together.

- My husband was just found murdered, Leo.
- Yeah.

You don't seem too sad about that.

Maybe I'm a good faker.

[Siren wails]

[Door opens]

Um, Mr. Fisher...

First of the month. No exceptions.

No, that's not...

About the guy who used to live
in my apartment before me...

Rudy Walters?

Do you have a forwarding address?

No, thankfully,

or I'd have to mail back
his security deposit.

He didn't try to get it back?

No, not after the cops carted him off.

- He was arrested?
- I don't know.

Ask your girlfriend.

She's the one who called
the police that night.

- You said you didn't know him.
- Because I didn't.

I stayed away from him
because he was weird.

Look, that night, he was
clearly losing it, okay?

He was banging on the walls

and screaming things
that didn't make sense,

so, yeah, I-I called the cops.

You don't believe me.

- Look, if you want to leave me, you can.
- Oh, stop!

No, just... just let me...
let me... let me say this.

You're freaking out.

Which I get.

I mean, you did this really terrible thing.

And now that they've found the body,

now that we might get caught,
you're starting to wonder...

Rebecca: If what you
did for me was worth it.

None of that's true.

Then why are you obsessing
about Rudy? What is this?

Because it feels like

you're just trying to catch me in a lie,

and that means you don't trust me.

I do trust you.

I can still tell them it was all me.

- No.
- He was on top of me.

He was going to kill
me. It was self-defense.

I'm never gonna let you do that.

Well, what are we gonna
do if we get caught?

Guess we'll figure it
out when that happens.

[Sighs]

If it happens.

Hobbes: So you're accusing us
of having a criminal informant.

Really? That's your best strategy here?

My client's container was the
only one inspected that night,

and the customs agents
were miraculously available

minutes after the inspection.

If it walks like a duck...

Might as well give up now, Annalise,

because there's no C.I. here.

Fine... You're gonna force me

to produce your spy in open court,

prove entrapment, and destroy years

of your investigation into this family.

You know, you're doing an
awful lot of jaw-jacking

for someone who I hear is a prime suspect

in her husband's murder.

- Notice I haven't been arrested.
- Yet.

I also hear the police don't
have much evidence on you.

Why don't we keep it that way, huh?

Woman: Sources tell us
Sam Keating's remains

were placed in four separate garbage bags,

much like this one,

after they were severely
burned and dismembered.

Police are compiling a list of local stores

that sell this brand of bag
in the Philadelphia area,

hoping to provide a lead
to the Professor's killer.

You mean "the Professor's idiot killer."

You treat people like trash,
the fuzz gon' find yo' ass.

Annalise: Turn it off.

The criminal informant
angle is off the table.

If we could prove
there's a C.I., I don't...

If I say it's off the
table, it's off the table.

A friend at the court just called.

Detective Bryce is in the process

of getting a warrant to search the house.

Hannah made a statement
saying you threatened Sam,

which gives them probable cause.

Wait, they think you killed Sam?

Call the judge and tell them

that you're on your way
to challenge the warrant.

Me?

It's a conflict of interest for
me to defend myself in court,

and I have to meet with our client.

And, Bonnie...

don't screw it up.

You know, I can ask A.K. not to pair us up

together anymore if you want.

So she'll know what happened between us?

No, I just...

Let's just keep it professional.

Can you do that?

Of course. Can you?

Of course.

The night at the bonfire,

when you saw Connor's car in the driveway,

was Annalise's car there, too?

Not that I remember. Why?

No reason.

Hannah: I was in town for a mixer

the psychology department was
throwing for Sam's new book.

He and Annalise got
into some sort of fight.

[Chuckling] And we all left early.

Then later that night, as
I was getting ready for bed,

I heard yelling from downstairs.

Annalise yelling.

And this wasn't just a fight now.

This was... Something...Rageful.

So, I ran downstairs,

and that's when I saw Annalise
throw a paperweight at him.

It nearly hit him in the head.

And yelling, "I'll kill you,
you worthless piece of"...

I'll spare the court the
language that Annalise used.

Bonnie: After this supposed fight,

which your memory claims
happened three years ago,

did you speak to your
brother about what you saw?

Yes.

He said it had happened before,

but he didn't want me to worry

because he loved her and
wanted to work it out.

Did he also happen to mention

what caused Annalise to
allegedly throw this paperweight?

Was she trying to protect
herself from Sam, perhaps?

Are you suggesting

that the victim caused the
violence, Ms. Winterbottom?

Answer the question, Ms. Keating.

I would if you were
asking the right questions.

Judge, if you would, tell...

Because what you should be asking me

is was I drinking the night of the mixer.

The answer is no.

I was just recovering from a minor surgery.

Did the mixer end abruptly?

Yes.

And every guest who was
there will attest to that.

Okay. Fine.

But will those same guests
also confirm that it ended early

because of an argument
between Sam and Annalise?

Oh, honey.

I can't do all the work for you.

[Laughter]

So, we lost. Cheer up.

You know, babe Ruth didn't hit
a home run his first time at bat.

What's that?

A burner.

Frank said he'd let me know
the second anything happens.

Oh, like when they find
microscopic bits of Sam's blood

splattered in the cracks of the floor.

Everything has been cleaned.

That's what she wants us to think.

What?

You ever think the reason

why Annalise didn't go
challenge the warrant herself

is because she wanted Bonnie to lose it?

No, you're being paranoid.

Or maybe he's just being smart.

Someone gets me.

Thank you, Michaela.

Hannah: Hello again.

You're all quite dedicated...

To stand watch at your boss's hanging.

I will say I'm surprised
that you've all stuck around.

For the best and the brightest,
it seems like a foolish move.

Law is not my field,

but I do know that
reputation is everything.

From here on, you'll each be painted

with your own scarlet "A" for "Annalise."

Annalise: Get off my property.

It's my legal right to
stand here on this sidewalk.

Plus, I want to be here

when they drag you out
of my house in handcuffs.

That's what you always wanted.

You could never stand
the idea of Sam's mistress

living in mommy and daddy's precious house.

[Chuckling] "Mistress"?

Is that still how you
see yourself, Annalise?

Better than the sister

obsessing her entire life over her brother.

How's the saying go?

"Incest is best... put
your brother to the test."

Yeah, I got to disagree
with her on that one.

My sister is not attractive.

My cousin, on the other hand, oh!

[Chuckles]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Nostalghia's "Homeostasis" plays]

I'm so sorry.

I tried to traverse the search warrant,

but the judge wasn't having it.

Man: Hey, there's something here.

It must have fallen off the trophy.

Here.

♪ And I got my gun ♪

♪ I told you not to call me "hon" ♪

♪ To call me "hon" ♪

♪ she floats so soft inside his web ♪

♪ My spider lover, his useless head ♪

♪ I told you not to touch my bed ♪

♪ To touch my bed ♪

♪ I'm changing, I'm spinning ♪

♪ I'm morphogenic ♪

♪ I'm webbing, I'm morphing ♪

♪ I'm morphogenic ♪

How much longer?

Uh, just a few luminol tests
to check for blood traces,

and then we'll be on our way.

♪ I'm changing, I'm spinning ♪

♪ I'm morphogenic ♪

♪ I'm webbing, I'm morphing ♪

♪ I'm morphogenic ♪

Bill.

Will you, uh, check here?

Here.

[Bottle spraying]

Woman: Aah!

[Gasps]

[Grunts]

♪ I'm changing, I'm spinning ♪

♪ I'm morphogenic ♪

♪ I'm webbing, I'm morphing ♪

[cellphone rings]

♪ I'm morphogenic ♪

They didn't find anything.

What did you think they'd find?

A bloody knife Annalise
hid under her mattress?

Our boss would be a better
killer than that, yo.

♪ I'm tired, I'm wasting ♪

♪ I'm morphogenic ♪

Frank: Sam's M.E. Report. Anything juicy?

His skull showed blunt force trauma.

He was hit with an object
probably made out of metal.

Or steel.

So, someone finally
knocked some sense into him.

Just a little too hard.

They also found carpet
fibers in his remains...

Along with some debris from a wooded area.

That should give the police something

to find who did this.

Connor: The debris gets them to the woods,

and the woods gets them to us.

We can't talk about this here.

Look, we dodged a bullet with the search.

But that report, I-it proves
they know way too much.

You're still talking.

And you both have your heads up your asses.

She's telling us to act normal

when she's the one who needs to act...

Will you two stop?

Her husband was just found murdered.

She should be grieving
instead of blowing off the cops

and taking on mobster drug dealers

who she cares more about than saving us.

Annalise: Mr. Walsh.

My office.

I-I didn't mean any of that.

Yes, you did.

No. Don't look away.

Say everything you want to say to me

right to my face.

I'm a bad person.

Heartless. A sociopath.

Is that about right?

You said you'd protect us.

- Aren't I?
- How could we know?

I mean, you...

You only talk to us in code.

You expect us to continue going to class

and work your cases,

even though nothing
makes any sense anymore.

I want to trust you. I do, but...

Do you know why I gave you
that trophy the first day?

Not because you screwed
your way to it, although...

That's certainly something
I've done in my day.

But because I saw you.

Someone like me.

Someone so scared

that the only way you
know how to handle things

is by worrying your way through them.

That's what you and I are.

Worriers.

It makes us very successful,
but also very tired, too.

Here's the thing, Mr. Walsh.

You're not gonna trust me.

That's just not in your nature.

But you can stop worrying, because...

And...You might have forgotten this...

But I'm your only option here.

Without me, you go to prison.

That doesn't mean we won't end up there.

No, it doesn't.

But the odds are better with me.

Laurel got us a lead on the worker

who weighed the shipping container.

Pedro Hortua quit his job
two days after the FBI raid,

saying he had to go take care
of his sick father in Colombia,

but look at this.

He just posted this from
a party in cherry hill.

He's been in Jersey the whole time.

Get him.

Nate: A cop friend slipped
me info on Sam's case.

They're testing the foliage
and soil found with the remains

to try to figure out
where his body was burned.

I'll let you know as soon as
I get my hands on the results.

Do you think I did it?

Come on, Annalise.

You have to be wondering. I know I would.

So ask me.

No.

I'm not the detective on this case.

Once a detective, always a detective.

You're trying to pick a fight with me.

And I get it.

The whole world thinks you did this.

But you.

I'm asking you what you think.

What is it you say about your clients?

Never ask them if they did it.

- [Sighs]
- Hey.

- Now you're mad.
- Of course I'm mad.

He's the killer here, and
whoever did this to him...

Me killing him would be the
dumbest thing I could do.

That would mean he wins.

I should go.

I have court in the morning.

Lombardo case.

I heard.

Don't tell me you're judging
me for defending them, too.

Not at all. I get it.

You stop working... Sam wins.

Go kick some ass.

Annalise: Agent Fain, why
did you decide to inspect

my client's container?

Because my team was
alerted to a discrepancy

with the container's weight.

So this gives you the right
to search the container?

That's correct.

What was the name of the employee

who first decided to weigh the container?

Can't say I recall.

His name is Pedro Hortua,

and he left his job two days
after the incident and disappeared

without any forwarding
address or information.

And once the investigation started,

no one could find him.

- Thankfully, I did.
- [Spectators murmur]

Mr. Hortua.

[Murmuring continues]

How the hell did you find the guy?

We've got our secrets.

Annalise: So, how do you decide

which containers are weighed, Mr. Hortua?

It's a spot check.
There's no system for it.

So you chose my client's
container at random.

How is it you came to
select my client's container

to be weighed?

I was instructed to.

By your supervisor or someone else?

Were you warned about
testifying in this case?

- Objection. Lack of foundation.
- Then answer this...

Were you promised anything

for singling out my client's
container for inspection?

Speculation, your honor.

Overruled. Answer the question, Mr. Hortua.

They promised me a green card.

For me and my wife.

If you did what?

If I chose Mr. Lombardo's container.

And who is it that made you that promise?

A man. I did not know him.

Mr. Hortua, one last question,
and then we'll be done.

This man... is he in
the courtroom right now?

Objection, your honor.

Is the man you're referring
to prosecutor Hobbes?

- Your honor!
- Yes.

Good God, this is a farce!

I'm not the one on trial here!

You are now.

There's no evidence to
support this man's claim.

Is the man sitting there not evidence?

- Both of you calm down.
- Because it's quite evident to me

that he's proof that this
case has been nothing more

than a conspiracy to commit fraud.

From start to finish, the game was rigged,

corners were cut,

and my client's fourth
amendment rights were discarded.

This is slander, your honor!

Mr. Hortua's testimony proves
that this case was built

on illegal grounds, including entrapment.

I demand Ms. Keating be
sanctioned by this court!

It's no surprise, considering
it's been Mr. Hobbes' mission

to destroy the Lombardo
family for more than 15 years.

So the criminal in this
courtroom is not my client,

but the federal government

for bringing these bogus
charges against my client.

[Cheers and applause]

[Gavel bangs]

Judge: Order.

Order in the court!

[Gavel bangs]

Good luck with that murder charge

about to be thrown at you.

Is that an actual threat this time?

No one's threatening anyone.

I just figured you knew better,

given the precarious position you're in.

Me? What about you?

You're the one dumb enough
to mess with the mob.

[Door closes]

[Sighs]

Now what?

What? What does that mean?

I've been doing what you said.

I haven't bothered you at all,

even though I'm... I'm
totally freaking out.

Relax.

We're law students. Type-a.

We don't know how to sit
on our hands and do nothing.

So just give me something to do.

I can't.

- Why not?
- 'Cause there's nothing left to do.

I didn't mean that.

You did.

[Voice breaking] We're gonna get caught.

You're not. Okay?

Come here.

[Sniffles] don't.

- Laurel.
- Don't.

Just because I'm upset

doesn't mean I need you to comfort me.

I'm fine.

Am I at least allowed to stand here,

comfort you that way?

Fine.

Sources tell us police
are nearly finished testing

all the foliage from Sam Keating's remains.

They are confident that this
new information will lead them

closer to solving the Professor's murder.

Specifically, they are
hoping that this new evidence

will help them narrow down a wooded area

where Sam Keating's body was burned.

Police believe that
pinpointing that burn site

will help them not only gather evidence...

But also find and arrest
the Professor's murderer.

Sam's M.E. report says
his skull was crushed

with a heavy object.

Most likely made of metal.

I always wondered why
the scales went missing

the same time he disappeared.

The report also says
they found carpet fibers.

Something terrible's happened.

Annalise: Bonnie! Is that you?

Yes. I'm coming.

And the debris they found,

I'm sure the tests will
eventually lead them

to the woods behind campus.

You're not going to get
away with this, Annalise.

Not if you keep avoiding the police.

Hannah's smart.

She loves Sam too much not to solve this.

And I know why you want to protect them,

but they're sneaking
off all the time to talk.

You didn't do this. They did.

Don't let them ruin you.

Annalise: Trust me.

I got you into this,

and it's my job to get you out of it.

Let me help you.

Because if you do, I promise
you will get away with this.

But the odds are better with me.

Without me, you go to prison.

[Sniffles, sighs]

I need you right now.

[Knock on door]

We found some evidence in the woods.

It's time you talk to us, Annalise.

Okay. Let me get my coat.

Bryce: And after your fight with Sam,

what did you do? Where did you go?

I went to Nate Lahey's apartment,

where I spent an hour or so.

And following?

Following that, I went home.

Is there anyone who can
corroborate this claim?

No one was at home when I returned,

and the only thing to support my claim

are the two phone calls I made...

One to my husband, who didn't answer,

and the other to my
associate, Bonnie Winterbottom,

when I started to worry
that Sam wasn't at home.

You recognize this?

[Door opens]

Connor: Oh. We're all here!

[Chuckles]

Should make it easy for
the cops to round us up.

Rebecca: I just talked to my
friend whose brother's a cop.

Apparently they found a ring in the woods.

That's why they brought
Annalise in for questioning.

[Breathing heavily]

Wes.

And so it begins.

Bryce: So, you recognize this ring?

Of course I do.

I gave it to my husband on our wedding day.

Any idea why we found it in the woods?

I'm on it.

Of course I don't know how it got there.

Right.

There was also a fingerprint on the ring.

Do you know who it belongs to?

We're giving you an opportunity
to come clean here, Annalise.

I don't need to tell you the benefits

of helping us do this the easy way.

Detective, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Why don't you tell me
whose fingerprint it is?

[Pounding on door]

Nate Lahey, you're under arrest
for the murder of Sam Keating.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

[Indistinct shouting]

[Camera shutters clicking]

I suppose you'll claim he
didn't tell you he'd done it.

That this was all some
kind of surprise for you.

Whatever the case, I do
know he did it for you,

and my brother is dead because of you.

You dragged him down

into the gutter, Annalise...

Just like everyone else in your life.

Reporter: An arrest has
been made in the death

of middleton university
Professor Sam Keating.

The suspect in question,

former Philadelphia police
detective Nate Lahey,

who has been romantically
linked to Annalise Keating,

the wife of the murder victim.

Detective Lahey was let go

- from the Philadelphia police...
- She did this.

- Though sources say Lahey's...
- How?

- Will in no way affect treatment...
- How did she do this?

- As a suspect going forward.
- Does it matter?

- Authorities are not releasing...
- She's doing what she said she'd do.

But we're told this arrest
comes after the discovery

of incriminating physical evidence...

She's taking care of us.

Physical evidence found
in the wooded area...

[Sighs]

[Sniffles]

[Sniffles]

[Dialing]

[Sniffles]

Mama?

I need you.

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