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

Why do you look like someone just died?

I want something to happen. I just don't know

- if I'm allowed. - I'm saying you are.

Say yes to our wonderful, new, cheap life together.

- Marry me. - I can't.

Do you even know who you are, Asher?

Because all I see is a boy

who people-pleases and plays the clown.

I was the sole partner who believed in this deal.

Don't embarrass me.

- Gabriel Maddox is lying to you. - Run the tests.

We got a match. She's the mother. He's her son.

Welcome to the clinic, Mr. Maddox.

- I'm up. - Your funeral.

What about turning it into a gym?

I'll buy some free weights.

You can keep it tight for the new boyfriend.

Are you projecting onto me

now that you're sad and lonely?

I miss my little guy, not her.

Can you pack up the rest of this stuff

- while I'm at work? - After I hoop.

Frank...

I'm sad and lonely.

Let me go make some new friends.

Where do you want this?

Oh, here.

On the side.

Cost as much as it weighs?

Yes.

And I earned it.

He's refusing to eat, Laurel.

Did you try the choo choo?

And the roller coaster. I think he just wants you to do it.

Oof, Oli, that is not what a mom wants to hear

- from her new nanny. - You're doing great.

And I am getting him

child care this week, promise.

- I have the day off, it's fine... - I mean it.

I just need to find a stupid daycare to take him.

He's just trying to be like his dad...

- Little Waitlist. - Oliver!

You threw your work shirt in with my laundry!

- I did? - You owe me a new blouse.

Hurry or you'll be late for class!

Oh, you mean that class you didn't get into?

Actually, I'm over that.

- No, you're not. - Yeah, I am.

Because I'm a resilient and creative individual

who has a Plan B that is gonna make all of you super jealies.

I'll buy plastic dishes this week.

A little early for a make-out.

I found out where the son's DNA sample came from.

I didn't ask you to do that.

Because you're a good guy. That's why I did it.

The only thing we have on file about the son

is that we ran the DNA test using a blood sample.

- And? - Look at the coding.

This number tells us where the sample came from.

I'd never seen it before, so I dug around...

Just tell me where it's from.

D.C.

The U.S. Organization for Missing Children.

Nate Lahey.

I'm an investigator with the Philadelphia D.A.

I called about getting access to this evidence file.

Infant Abductions.

Take a seat. I'll let my case manager know you're here.

Oh, yeah!

Oh!

You owe me tuition the way I'm schooling you out here.

I'm gonna grab some water.

Give you a chance to catch your breath.

I got to get to class.

Right when I'm about to beat your ass.

You're funny, old man.

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Hello.

You lost?

Part of my job is to keep an eye on the firm's investments.

- And me? - Well, you can handle it,

and I might learn a thing or two.

Well, you can find your own seat.

We're full.

Thanks to my Supreme Court win, all 91 members

of my class action can now file an appeal

and get the representation

that they should've had the first time around... us.

Now, the exciting news is that we already have an enemy.

Governor Birkhead thinks that if we start winning appeals,

then all the dangerous, violent criminals will flood the streets

and ruin her chance at re-election.

Now, the governor is not our only enemy.

You also have to fight each other

for the 64 G's of this man's money.

Mr. Emmett Crawford,

managing partner at Caplan & Gold.

Now, who can fill Mr. Crawford in on our first client?

Ms. Navarro.

Nanda Hashim,

a Muslim woman currently serving 20 years

for killing her wife, Ally Bathurst,

- in a vehicular homicide. - Motive?

Ally's children told police their mom wanted a divorce,

so Nanda killed her to keep her green card.

We were happy. Ally just converted,

was going to the mosque with me.

I was in traffic that night.

I told Ally I would meet her there.

The police were waiting for me by the time I arrived.

They found her body a block away from our house.

Now, if Nanda were innocent,

why did she accept a plea deal

that sentenced her to 20 years?

Nanda claims her public defender told her

she had no choice but to take the deal.

This is a classic example

of ineffective assistance of counsel.

It is on us to prove that the public defender screwed up,

and it's only then that the judge will vacate the plea

and give Nanda the trial

that was denied to her the first time around.

Now, I know what my strategy would be.

What's yours?

First victim.

Ms. Castillo.

Nanda's lawyer didn't hire a translator

to properly explain the deal.

She's a non-native English speaker,

so she couldn't have fully understood what she was signing.

Someone tell Ms. Castillo why that pitch is weak.

Ally was my English teacher.

I took her class after I was fluent

just to keep seeing her.

Nanda is a Rohingya Muslim from Myanmar.

For decades, this community has suffered religious persecution

at the hands of its own government.

Now, this would cause anyone psychological issues

such as PTSD,

but her public defender failed to order her a psych consult.

Nanda saw a therapist for years before Ally's death.

- PTSD was never diagnosed. - Next?

It was Ally's idea to see a therapist.

It's not like I knew how to be gay in my faith,

especially being married to a woman,

having step-children...

I would target Ally's kids, Hannah and Josh.

They visited Nanda in her cell

the day before she signed the plea.

We argue that they threatened her to take the deal

and the public defender didn't protect her.

What proof of threat do you have?

It's Nanda's word against theirs.

That's a steep hill to climb for me,

let alone a law student.

Who's left?

Ms. Pratt.

You've all missed the obvious.

Nanda's court records show that

she wrote her own appeal from prison.

That proves that her shoddy lawyer never explained to her

that you can't appeal a plea once you've signed it.

As such, I say we put the shoddy lawyer on the stand

and shame him into admitting he failed

when he forgot to tell you

that a guilty plea was permanent.

He didn't, right?

No. I assumed I could change my mind

once they figured out who killed Ally.

Good. Stick to that story.

I'll take care of the rest.

You know better than to over-promise.

I was instilling confidence.

I'll do that. You focus on the legal.

This is my case. I need to focus on everything.

Oh, no. This is my case.

And I'll take it away from you at any point.

Is this because she's a gay immigrant?

- What? - That's why you picked me...

to teach me a lesson about Simon.

Do you not understand what's at stake in this case?

The governor wants us to fail, I get it...

For Nanda. If you lose this case,

she has to serve out a 20-year sentence

and then she gets deported back to a country

where they're sticking women and men in concentration camps,

raping and killing them.

Your little plea hearing

is actually a death-penalty case.

But no pressure.

Mr. Lahey?

It's not often we get calls from actual District Attorneys,

but Mr. Denver seemed personally invested in this case.

Do you know if his lead panned out?

He actually passed away.

I've been put in charge of clearing all his open cases.

I got my badge.

The receptionist took your I.D.

What I need is a signature

from the acting District Attorney.

Right, what do I need to get signed?

No signature, no file.

Great news. You're just in time for patty-cake.

You want to give him a complex?

Patty-cake's nine-month territory.

Try peek-a-boo. Believe this guy?

This guy is more than happy for you to take over.

I don't have time.

I just need you to teach me how to clone a flip phone.

Whose phone?

It's for a side job. Can you teach me or not?

- No. - I'll pay you.

I can't teach you because it's not possible.

The whole point of having a flip phone

is to avoid being cloned, hacked, or monitored

by someone like you.

Say hello to our new enemy.

Mitch Donaldson was Nanda's public defender,

and it's his soul I have to crush in court.

Which one of you wants to play him

so I can practice my takedown?

Perhaps one of you little piggies grazing for snacks over there?

- No! - What?

Do you think Nanda's enjoying snacks in jail right now?

Christopher just got rejected from another daycare.

- Yikes. - No. She's suffering.

You might want to reconsider marrying Frank.

Rhonda. You love to hear yourself talk.

Sit.

So you win the 64K? No way.

I'll go.

What? You don't want the money?

You think this case is about money?

It's about genocide.

Thousands of Rohingya Muslims have been murdered

and sent to concentrations camps,

but Nanda escaped.

Except now she's locked up

in what's supposed to be the freest country in the world.

You're messed up if you're worried about the prize right now.

Thank you, Gabriel.

Are you tingling down there, too?

Stop. I'm being fabstinent.

Mr. Donaldson, doesn't the sixth amendment

require you to advise all clients

pleading guilty of the conseq...

Tegan.

I mean, Ms. Price.

Hi.

Yeah, I don't think that person likes you very much.

Hmm.

It's bad enough you let Michaela back in this building,

but Laurel Castillo?

- She's part of my clinic. - She can ruin me.

You saved her ass. Why would she do that?

And I'm supposed to just trust you on that?

The woman who I begged not to come work here.

Isn't this getting boring?

I'm tired of the cat-fighting.

I'm guessing you are, too.

No, we're two grown-ass women who work well together.

So let's stop killing each other.

Tegan.

No me digas.

I have been meaning to thank you.

I just knew I couldn't reach out.

Exactly.

So what makes you think now is a good time?

Is it the glass walls where the partners can see us talking?

Or are you as stupid as your friend Michaela?

Never speak to me again.

What did I tell you?

Don't worry. She hates me, too.

Well, I hate me for what I'm about to ask.

All I want is to respect your boundaries.

Since when?

C&G has a daycare for its employees.

- Could you ask Emmett to let me in? - No.

But he gave all that money to the clinic.

And think how nice it would be to have Christopher so close.

Mothers who have a whole lot less than you

figure out childcare.

So figure it out. Be a mom.

I'm sorry I asked.

I took your advice and amped up the part

where I say I'm gonna continue Denver's legacy.

It reads well.

- Really? - Yes.

So stop sweating.

Oh.

The speech isn't why I'm sweating.

So, um, can we

- go on a proper date finally? - No.

Okay, see, this is why I'm confused, because...

You are auditioning to become the D.A.

You can't be seen on a date with an underling.

Oh. Well, I mean, we could always do it in my office.

You know, take-out, wine, sad, plastic cups.

You should go.

- Hey. D.A. Miller. - I'm, uh, Asher Millstone.

I came here to talk to Bonnie about an internship,

- but, uh, since you're here... - Asher...

I'm actually a 3L at Middleton.

I helped Professor Keating with her class-action suit.

I figured you could use some help once those appeals

start raining down on you.

Can you handle this?

Thanks for stepping in there.

- You're not working here. - Please.

Look, AK dumped me in the same mean way that she dumped you.

And I got a job here. Not by asking a friend for help,

but by taking matters into my own hands.

So, stop being an entitled millennial

and go find your own job.

Mr. Donaldson, is it true you had my client sign

a plea deal the same day it was offered?

Clients often accept deals the same day.

Your records show that you had eight clients

other than Ms. Hashim that court session,

all of whom took pleas,

which averages to about 20 minutes per client.

- I know what you're doing. - Are you telling me

that 20 minutes is enough time

to explain the complicated terms of this deal?

You think your class action

- changed anything, Keating? - Mr. Donaldson...

Or that the Governor's just gonna give us all more money?

- Your Honor, censure the witness. - Judge, tell him to remain quiet.

We had to cut our budget by firing investigators and experts...

- Quiet... - An innocent woman

spent years in prison

because of your ineptitude, not mine.

And it was your arrogance that made you think

you can fix an unjust system!

Mr. Donaldson! Enough!

Continue, counsel.

Do you have any evidence to prove

you told Ms. Hashim she couldn't appeal her plea?

My testimony is evidence.

You should've learned that from your professor...

I'm asking you if you have any irrefutable evidence.

A recording of a conversation, perhaps?

I'll say it again. You have my testimony.

Your testimony based on a memory of three years ago

on a day when you had eight other clients?

Seems like a very convenient memory.

Objection, badgering the witness.

- Nothing further, Your Honor. - Miss Montoya, your witness.

- She did well, right? - Very.

- Don't get cocky. - Mr. Donaldson,

when you represented Nanda Hashim, did she tell you that

she only married her wife for a green card?

- Objection! - Objection!

Lack of foundation. Miss Montoya hasn't

laid any basis to present out-of-court evidence

about Ms. Hashim's marriage.

Right here. Prosecution Exhibit A...

Ms. Hashim's student-visa application.

Under marital status, Ms. Hashim checked "widowed"

and listed her deceased husband's name

as Raju Hashim.

Did you know that your client was actually straight,

Mr. Donaldson?

Judge, client confidentiality doesn't allow me to answer...

So that's a yes... you knew that her marriage was a fraud

just like the defendant herself.

Nothing further.

I chose you as my first appeal because you were trustworthy.

- I am... - You never told me

you were married to a man.

It was before I even moved here, before I knew myself.

It doesn't matter!

The judge thinks you're a liar,

and now you've jeopardized your case

and every other innocent client I promised to get out of jail.

- You're being too hard on her. - I can take it.

Can you? Because this is the nice version of me.

Tell us the truth. Was your marriage real?

Not at first.

My visa was ending, so Ally offered.

We didn't tell anyone, even the kids.

But the more time we spent together, it...

it became real.

I fell in love with her.

That means my takedown of the PD can still win this.

- If the judge believes her... - Put me on the stand.

I will swear on the Quran,

convince him that we were in love.

You think he cares about love?

He wants facts, evidence...

The evidence is that Ally converted for me.

Why would she do that unless she loved me?

So, yes, it started as a lie...

but our marriage was the most real thing

I have ever known.

We're shifting strategies.

We need to prove that Ally's kids

threatened Nanda with taking the plea.

- So, my pitch? - Like I can remember.

This is my case. I didn't approve

- of any change in strategy. - Well, it's a good thing

I'm not looking for your approval.

Dig into Josh and Hannah,

find any pattern of threatening behavior

- in their pasts. - I'm not Bonnie.

I'm not gonna stand here and let you bully me.

Well, there's a difference between bullying and teaching.

A difference you clearly don't understand.

It's why Bonnie left you, why everyone leaves...

You know what? If you keep talking,

you're gonna see what a real bully looks like.

- Who's Bonnie? - Look into Josh and Hannah's

social-media accounts, police records...

We're not investigators. How are we supposed to do that?

Well, I hired someone to help.

Oliver?

No, Oliver's at home with Christopher.

Apparently not.

Hey.

Who's with the baby?

Hi, I just need to get to my car.

Sorry, just... You mind helping me with this?

Yeah.

It's not even my kid. My ex left me with him

and didn't teach me how to use a stupid stroller.

You guys must be on good terms

if she's letting you watch him.

Life's messy, but there's no reason

we can't all be adults, right?

So, what's the deal with you and Annalise?

Okay, stop.

Ah, come on. I want to get to know you.

Talking about Annalise is not how you do that.

Mm.

The real?

I already know you.

You take your coffee black.

You bite your fingernails in staff meetings.

You hate compliments and talking about yourself.

That's only because you're always talking about yourself...

Well, that's 'cause you make me feel comfortable.

I think it has something to do with your face.

- My face? - Mm-hmm.

I like it.

A lot.

- How did the hearing go? - Good.

Really?

You keeping tabs on my cases, too?

You said it yourself...

if I'm gonna succeed here, I need you to succeed.

Your first official C&G case.

Ah, the psychopath CEO?

You're familiar, great.

It's not a good case for me.

It's the perfect case for you.

I love me a splashy trial,

but I have about 90 more appeals to win.

It's part of our war against the Governor.

Did I tell you she called me?

Not the Governor herself, but her aide.

Let's just say that I managed to avoid needing to fire you.

You fire me, and I'll sue you and her

for retaliatory termination.

I took your side, Annalise.

Now it's your turn to take mine.

I'm not trying to be difficult.

How is that at all true?

You need me to succeed for you to succeed.

I can only do that if I work on cases I care about.

That means the poor people in my class action,

not some rich bastard who murdered his business partner.

Have a good night.

Oh, my God, I am so sorry.

I wanted to kill Oliver when he told me.

I'm his godfather, Laurel. I like hanging with the kid.

I'm finding daycare,

which is way more difficult than it sounds...

not that I'm asking for your help

because I am figuring it out on my own.

Liz, this is Christopher's mom.

Oh, my God, your baby is so cute.

Like, I can literally just eat those cheeks.

Thanks.

You don't get to be mad.

Really, Frank? With my child in the house?

He was asleep, and I had the baby monitor on.

Yeah, while you were banging some stranger!

We did it all the time. What's the big deal?

Sorry to call so late.

It's fine.

I'm still at the office. What's up?

Um, I can't remember my IndexOfLaw password.

Oh, it's the same as always... Ophelia1933.

Of course. I'm an idiot.

Do you need to go?

H-How's the new place?

Great. You should come over for dinner.

I would love that.

- Really? - Of course.

Oh. Well, what about tomorrow night?

Perfect.

- Goodnight. - Night.

- Yeah. - Hmm.

Maybe she's bi.

I mean, the "B" is the biggest population

of the LGBTQ community.

Is that true?

Ask Michaela. She was engaged to a bi guy.

- Oliver! - Really?

None of this helps our case.

Why are you so curious, Gabey?

- Because it's interesting. - Bi-curious, maybe?

We are happy to help you

talk through any self-discoveries...

I'm not telling you people anything about myself.

- So you're open? - You two, focus...

Because what you might not realize is that being queer

is actually one of the best-kept secrets in the world.

I mean, after you get over the whole

"straight is normal" thing, then, you know, you're ready to

give the finger to a whole bunch of other norms,

like acting your age, settling down...

Aren't you about to settle down?

Yeah, but because I'm in love with my boo,

not because of any societal pressure.

That sounds pretty good, doesn't it, Gabe?

Oliver, please tell me you're finding something

to use against Josh and Hannah.

Nothing. And I need a snack.

Why are you being so mean?

Because I'm helping you work on a case

about a gay immigrant, Michaela.

I have a right to be petty.

- D.A. Miller. - Are you my stalker?

- Uh, I'm Maya Angelou. - What?

When Maya Angelou was 16, she tried to get a job

as San Francisco's first black streetcar conductor,

but all the people there laughed in her face.

So she kept showing up until she got the job.

So I'm the racist streetcar boss?

N-No. No.

Obviously, I-I just really want this internship.

Kyle, where's Summer Top?

I'm not sure.

See you tomorrow!

And when did the abuse

with the Councilman finally end?

- When I was 15. - Why?

I got pregnant.

Miss Winterbottom, what happened to the child?

I passed out during labor, and, when I woke up,

my father told me the baby was dead.

Way to knock.

I slept with him.

I like him.

Annalise is gonna think I'm such an idiot.

Annalise is gonna think that or you?

Promise me you're not making this up.

We're not. We hacked into

Ally's son's credit card statements.

I-I hacked into them,

and Connor noticed this from a few years ago.

Josh made monthly payments to strivingtruth.com,

an underground website for alt-right racists.

- We can take it to the judge, right? - No.

I'll put Josh on the stand, make him crack.

Well, it was Connor's idea to look up strivingtruth.

- Shouldn't he get to do it? - Oliver...

- 64 grand is on the line. - Nanda's life is on the line.

- We have to take it to the judge. - No, Michaela's right.

- What?! - She's never right.

We get Josh to confess on the stand,

Nanda walks free today.

Great. I'll prepare my takedown.

You know this hearing just turned into a murder trial.

You ready to handle that?

I destroyed that public defender.

I just need to do the same thing

with this little bigot.

- Okay. - What?

God forbid I bully you into doing something

that feels unfair, so it's up to you.

I mean, you let me take over and get a man who's been

successfully lying to the world for years

to crack on the stand, or...

you can handle it.

You're acting as first chair today, Ms. Keating?

Yes, Your Honor.

I'd like to call Josh Bathurst to the stand.

Your mommy's missing court right now.

That's how much I love you.

I'd ask Uncle Frank to babysit,

but not if he's gonna sleep with strange ladies.

And I need to shut up right now

because I don't want to become like my mom...

...using you as a shoulder to cry on.

Oy, your abuela?

Yeah, she's a woman your mom doesn't want to be like.

Mnh-mnh. She's a liar. Mm-hmm.

And a snake.

Mm-hmm, your mommy's gonna fix this.

- Manny duty? - Mr. Bathurst...

You're changing any diapers.

...can you describe your relationship with my client?

You mean before my mother died?

Um, I-I'd say we were close.

It was like I had a second mom.

You felt that way even though Nanda was a Muslim immigrant?

Yeah, of course.

Josh, do you recognize the screen-name Barfly22?

I don't think so.

- You sure about that? - Judge, he answered the question.

Your Honor, I'd like to enter Defense Exhibit A.

It's a print-out from the alt-right website

strivingtruth.com.

Josh, can you read the highlighted comments

posted by Barfly22?

"These Muslims have radicalized our communities

and no one stops them.

You want your child praying to Allah instead of Jesus?"

That's... despicable.

I agree.

- Why did you write it? - I didn't.

My tech expert told me that the I.P. address

linked to Barfly22 matches your computer.

- Is that true? - I didn't have time to check.

Did someone steal your computer and impersonate you?

Remember, you're under oath.

We have free speech in this country.

So whatever it is you think that I wrote...

This hateful, anti-Muslim rhetoric...

It does not make me a murderer.

You know what? I would agree with you

if you hadn't made up the story

- that your mother wanted a divorce. - I didn't make that up.

So was Hannah there when she told you that?

Can you back him up on that, Hannah?

- Who's the witness here, Your Honor? - You thought Nanda

was walking to the mosque that night,

so when you saw a woman in a hijab,

you ran over your own mother.

That's how incompetent a killer you are.

I was nowhere near the house that night.

Oh, so the cellphone towers and the street cameras

can prove that? Or the GPS in your car?

That public defender was right about you.

Letting real criminals loose on the streets

sets us back...

"Us" as in white people?

Ms. Keating, you've made your point...

You're the one who killed a white woman here, not me.

Why? Did you feel abandoned by your mommy?

You are worse than the rest of them...

Or was it just hate?

Because your mother chose to love a brown woman

- instead of you... - You...

You are a stain on this country.

Just like her!

Nothing further.

That was epic.

I'm talking Michael Jordan, Game Six

when he hit that final shot in '98.

- Sports fan. - Straight.

- What the hell? - What?

My roommate's kicking me out of my place.

You can come live with us.

- Stop. - What?

We can kick Michaela out and move him in.

And ruin all the fun you're having

staining her laundry purple?

Haven't we spent enough time being vindictive?

The D.A. is charging Josh

with first-degree murder and your attempted murder,

and they've re-instated your green card.

You're being released.

Alhamdulillah. Thank you, God.

Thank you, Annalise.

It was a team effort.

Then thank the team.

You don't owe her anything.

She is alone, too.

Mom would be so ashamed.

Of him. Not you.

You did good.

That was all you.

Well, you knew what you didn't know,

and you admitted it.

That's what grown-ups do.

D.A. Miller!

Okay, bro, this is now creepy...

Your speech is gonna tank.

- What? - Asher...

I saw the copy on Bonnie's desk.

And, pardon my French, but it makes you look like

- Denver's little bitch boy. - Okay, a tip?

Insulting me is not how you get a job.

Governor Birkhead is tough on crime, okay?

Which means she's gonna push the judges

to pick someone that's aggressive.

And no disrespect to a dead man,

but Denver's conviction rate sucked.

You need to distance yourself from him

and praise the Governor publicly.

That is the only way that she's gonna see

that you are your own man with your own voice

and your own balls.

- Are you done? - Wait, that's not bad advice.

There's a lot more where that came from.

Hmm.

You're hired.

On a trial basis. You annoy me and you're out.

Not bad for a millennial, huh?

Something wrong?

Did you know Jorge Castillo's daughter was working here?

She must be one of Annalise's students.

Says she knows who ratted out her father.

Tell Ms. Price what you told me.

I know who Jane Doe is.

Ms. Castillo, this firm

no longer represents your father or you,

so I suggest you think hard before revealing any information

that could cause legal harm to you or your family...

It was my mother.

She was reliant on my father, financially and emotionally,

but she disappeared after he was arrested.

She's probably in witness protection.

Why tell us?

I imagine you've been looking for her within the firm,

or at least that's what I'd do.

I'd hate if my family ruined another innocent person's life.

Good news!

- Shh! Quiet! - Christopher's asleep.

And I got the stove to work,

so it's two Christmas miracles.

Want a s'more for dinner?

God, yes.

What's the good news?

Tegan got Christopher into the C&G daycare.

- Oh. - Why?

Uh, I guess she likes me.

Jealous?

- Yeah. Why does everyone hate me? - They don't.

Talk to your fiance.

Mm. Actually, he has something to say to you.

Oliver?

I put my purple shirt in with your whites on purpose.

I knew it.

And...

Connor... I mean, the both of us...

want you to be our other best man.

- Aww. - Say yes.

Do I get to pick out my own outfit?

Deal.

Who wants another s'more?

This is all you needed?

Peggy said you've been looking for me all day.

I can't do my job without the boss's permission.

Yeah. How sad is that?

She likes you.

Winterbottom.

Don't deny it.

Finding this crap out is my job.

She, uh... She tell you that?

That she likes me?

I can tell.

So just be a good guy. She deserves that.

I agree.

That smile about Nanda's case?

You think the Governor's

throwing staplers at her staff right now?

Knives.

Come on. Let's go across the street and celebrate.

- I don't drink. - Eh, order a soda.

I have other things we need to talk about.

I have a dinner, actually.

With Laurel Castillo?

- I was gonna tell you... - Now you're gonna let me talk for once.

You like control. So do I,

But only one of us here is the boss.

So, from now on, you're gonna share any and all

pertinent information about your clinic,

- including who works there. - Of course.

And you're gonna take any case I assign you.

- I told you... - You want to save the world, I know.

But this ship is sinking, Annalise,

and the only way to save it... my job, your job, your clinic...

is to make money.

So you're gonna put the do-gooder girl-scout crap aside,

and you're gonna make the firm some cash.

Okay.

Hello?

Anybody home?

What are you doing here?

- I live across the hall. - What are you doing here?

Uh, my roommate kicked me out.

This guy I hoop with told me about this place.

Saved my ass.

I'd be sleeping in the stacks tonight

if this place hadn't worked out.

Is there a name for that swivel move?

I call it the Hurricane Francis.

I can do it again, but first I need a favor.

Tell your roommate Gabriel he can't live with you anymore.

Wait, I would've moved into your

apartment if I knew it had the better view.

Not too late to trade.

No, yours...

Hey, it's me.

I finally found a way into the kid's head.

If he's here to hurt her, I'm about to find out.

Is it stupid for me

to think that this can... work?

Because, you know, I sense

that things have changed with us, and...

Talk to me.

It's Miller.

I was trying to find out what he knew,

if Denver told him anything.

But things changed...

...and...

No.

You don't need me to tell you how stupid this is.

You said it yourself, we need to start living...

Living smart.

Don't you get tired of being alone?

Yes, you have a new place and a new job, but...

The fact that I'm not in jail or dead is a miracle.

That can't be all you want out of your life.

We all deserve something good. You taught me that.

It's okay to want things... men...

But you just can't be all messy about it.

Life is messy. You know that better than anyone.

There's a mess that life gives you

and the mess that you make.

Denver was his mentor.

- He doesn't know anything... - How do you know that?

Because he's nice to you, calls you pretty?

Phew, I didn't need to tell you any of this...

You know what this reminds me of?

This reaction is why no one is ever honest with you...

Sam! You always want men you can't have.

He is nothing like Sam.

How do you know he's not playing you?

Because I spent the last three months

- getting to know him. - Falling for him!

He is falling for me!

That is why I trust him,

because if he saw what was in my file,

he'd want nothing to do with me.

We're all set.

The DNA sample we sent to Denver

was from a blood test run on a baby boy

abandoned at St. Lincoln Hospital.

That was over 20 years ago.

The hospital took records

of his footprints, ran blood tests...

Two days later, the baby was kidnapped.

Any suspects?

Just her.

Okay.

It's warm now, right?

So much better than the snow.

You were such a good boy, so quiet.

Okay.

Bonnie!

Why haven't you been answering your phone?

Uh, Christopher had an accident.

Oh. Okay, just...

Did you talk to Nate?

About what?

Thank God. I was starting to panic.

Did he need a change or something?

Yeah, I didn't want to bother you.

Bother me? Impossible with a face this cute.

Thank you, Bon Bon.

Come, papi. We need another dance.

♪ Duh-duh-duh ♪

What were you saying about Nate?

Whose blood is that?

Whose blood is that, Bonnie?

Bonnie, tell me whose blood it is.

Bonnie, whose blood is it?!

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