02x07 - I Want You to Die

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Previously on How To Get Away With m*rder...

I want you to k*ll me.

I'm not the woman you think I am.

I gave Nia those pills cause I loved her.

Annalise: I framed him.

Because you k*lled Sam?

Because I'm protecting the person who did.

So, I did something bad.

What did you do?

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

His name's Philip Jessup.

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

We're done, Ash.

Sinclair: Girl to girl, I thought you should know the real about your boyfriend.

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

Tiffany was g*ng r*ped.

Michaela: Connor!

If you don't want to come, then don't.

Okay, but just think for a second.

No more excuses. We know better this time.

[Door opens]

Wait.

[Door closes]

What do we do?

Stop them.

[Heavy breathing]

[Sniffs]

Relax. I left the g*n in your house this time.

Annalise: Have some balls, Mr. Lecht.

Your client's going down for m*rder unless you can find someone else to pin it on.

For our case, it's mother Teresa.

So, how are you gonna turn her into a k*ller?

Well, normally, you'd start by mining the suspect's personality traits.

Such as...

Uh... [Chuckles] I don't know.

She's kind of the most selfless person who ever lived.

Well, use that.

She has an inflated sense of self-worth, thinks she's God.

What else?

Is she a egomaniac, a secret abuser of children, a...

Laurel: Sad loner.

Philip only has four friends on his profile, and they're all from his gaming community, and look...

He's alone in almost all his pictures, no family, friends.

May be a loner, but he's got some b*mb-ass game controllers.

We can argue that he's got antisocial personality disorder, that he's prone to v*olence, homicidal tendencies...

Charity work... uh, most of it focused on hospice care, so...

I don't know how that could tie into her motive.

I do.

Maybe she k*lled for love or...

Connor: Money.

Philip gets minimum wage at his grocery-store job, explaining why he'd be after the Hapstall fortune.

We need an emotional motive for the jury, can't just be financial.

He's got white man's rage.

Here he is poor and lonely, while two minorities live the wealthy life his blood entitles him to.

Did mother Teresa have the means to commit this m*rder?

Well, the victim was a small child, and...

Since mother Teresa often worked with poor children...

Poor, vulnerable children.

Philip lives within two miles of the Hapstall mansion.

We just have to prove he was in town the night of the murders.

You haven't figured that out yet?

We're working on it.

Work faster.

Go through discovery. Study the crime scene.

Get me proof that Philip is a k*ller so I can spring it on Sinclair before the trial.

What about Catherine and Caleb?

Um, should we tell them that we found him?

So they can confront him and do something stupid?

No. We say nothing until we know more.

Which means no pillow talk with your boyfriend.

Woman over P.A.: Dr. Patterson, dial 2131.

Dr. Patterson, 2131.

Brenda: There's this, too.

She made it for your birthday and asked me to hide it.

No, my wife did not make this.

She did.

Why doesn't it look like crap?

[Chuckles]

Well, I might've cleaned up the ends just a little bit.

[Knock on door]

Woman: Are you Nate Lahey?

Yeah. What do you need?

You've been served.

Sinclair's saying Nia's death was foul play.

She wants the judge to let her test Nia's blood.

Nia was cremated.

They took blood samples after she d*ed for some clinical trial.

So, those pills I got you...

I didn't give them to Nate.

You sure?

I got to know if I'm gonna protect us here.

[Chuckles] If you want to protect us, k*ll Emily Sinclair.

[Sighs]

[Lock disengages]

I was wondering when you'd show up.

Did the two of you k*ll her together?

Ha. Great.

So now I'm gonna have to defend both of you.

I did it... On my own.

She called me first, asked me for pills.

Of course she did, because who doesn't ask their husband's mistress to off her?

Okay, that... [Sighs]

I'm very sorry for your loss, Nate. I am.

But what you did...

You knew Sinclair wanted to take you down.

She wanted to take me down, not him.

I'll fix it... or try.

Nia was stage four?

For over a year.

That's our answer then...

Convince the judge Nia d*ed of natural causes and that Sinclair has some vendetta against the two of you.

But you are not allowed anywhere near this.

The fact that there's been any contact between the two of you since I left is crazy.

You both know it, so don't make me say it again.

We have to prep.

Don't worry. I got this.

Asher: Hey, you didn't call me back last night.

I fell asleep early.

Okay, but this thing with my dad has gotten worse.

They've removed him from the bench until the investigation's over.

Which is the least he deserves, don't you think?

[Keys jingle]

I guess, but he's blaming [Chuckling] me.

And you? Aren't you blaming you?

For what?

What you and your friends did at Trotter Lake.

Michaela: What's Trotter Lake?

It's rude to eavesdrop.

Hey, wait. Bonnie.

I'm meeting Annalise at court.

I know. Just... Look, who told you?

I just confront you with the fact that you and your friends g*ng r*ped a girl, and your response is who told me?

No, I-I wasn't a part of that.

I... it was my party, but I was downstairs.

They were upstair...

You could've stopped them.

N... I-I was drunk.

What an original excuse.

[Door slams]

Your client hacked into the Tidwells' cellphones then stole private texts of a sexual nature sent between a husband and his wife.

Allegedly stole.

He then printed and distributed them to every member of their church congregation.

Allegedly... you have no proof my client did this.

Right. There's just proof he did this.

Your client might've gotten away with harassing Sharon's last two husbands, but this time he went to far, to the point where Marco Tidwell felt his only escape was to do a swan dive off the 15th floor of the Eisenworth building.

No one can make someone commit su1c1de.

I disagree.

Then let's go to trial. It starts in a few hours.

Five years. Six months, two years probation.

Four years minimum security.

Prussian blue.

You wore that same color the first night of our honeymoon.

Two years, or we walk.

Did you wear that for me?

What do you say? Do we have a deal?

[Chuckles] You did, didn't you?

Do not make the deal.

Sharon. Honey. [Chuckles]

You're delusional, Dale.

A-and now you've k*lled the love of my life, so enough.

We're going to trial.

That woman doesn't love you, you hear me? Not one ounce.

Well, that's where we disagree.

Lunch?

Your trial is in four hours.

We don't have time to eat.

See if the judge will grant us a continuance.

I'll go now.

[Sighs]

Then tell Bixby to take the as*ault, or it's six to eight.

I'll call you back.

Nate lost his wife after watching her suffer for years.

Or he k*lled her so he could be with you.

Do I need to talk to your boss again?

I was told to back off of you, not Mr. Lahey.

It's just a simple blood test.

If he has nothing to hide, why object?

You're messing with the wrong bitch.

Is that a thr*at?

I guess you'll see.

You know, there are people on the other side of this door.

I thought getting caught was the fun part.

Are you getting soft on me?

No.

Oh, neither are you.

Mm.

I thought you had your trial.

That's why I'm here... To get help.

[Door closes] I take it that all this playtime means that you've already found evidence to convict Philip.

Working on it.

Miss Castillo with me.

[Door opens]

So, we need to prove that our client had nothing to do with that man's su1c1de, that he jumped off the building for some other reason.

Our client jumped off a building?

The victim, Marco Tidwell.

Our client, Dale, he stalked Marco, so find out what he knows about him.

What... what Dale knows, or what Marco knows?

My God. Mr. Gibbons, help miss Castillo figure out my case.

No, I can do it. You just...

And I'd rather work on the Hapstalls.

I'm sure Laurel's got it.

You think this is a democracy?

You go where I tell you to go.

Should I help, too? See if Bonnie needs anything?

Great. Now you got two men holding your hand.

Wow. Way to set feminism back a few steps.

Me? It's her.

Uh-huh.

If I were Marco, I would've k*lled myself, too.

He only made $85,000 a year, you know?

That's actually a lot of money.

No, bro, it's not, but it's cute you think that.

How do you know how much Marco made?

I went through his tax returns.

And you claim you're not a stalker.

I was looking out for Sharon. She has expensive tastes.

I wanted to make sure her new husband would be able to provide what she deserves.

What else did you find out about him?

Anything that'd make him commit su1c1de?

He went to church.

Religious people are less likely to commit su1c1de.

Okay, what if he went to church three nights a week?

Who does that unless they're depressed?

Ha. You have a really strange way of looking at the world.

Wait. He went to church at night?

Marco was an alcoholic. He wasn't going to church.

He was going to AA meetings, which proves he had substance-abuse issues that we could argue led to su1c1de.

The anonymity of AA meetings is protected under the law.

Then let's ask Sharon on the stand.

She's not gonna admit her husband was a drunk if it helps Dale's case.

She will if we make her.

Annalise: Was your husband an alcoholic?

They told me you would try and blame the victim.

Answer the question, Mrs. Tidwell.

No, my husband was not an alcoholic.

So why else would he go to St. Colette's church three times a week for Alcoholics Anonymous meetings?

He went to church to worship.

He was a godly man.

Mrs. Tidwell, would you be surprised to know that we have dozens of security-camera photos of Marco attending this aa meeting?

Wait. We have photos?

She's bluffing, you idiot.

I-I don't know.

I-I might recall him saying that he was interested in going.

So you lied.

You knew he was an alcoholic.

No.

Because alcoholics are three times more likely to suffer from clinical depression than the general public.

Marco was not depressed.

Your honor, where is the medical evidence?

And that's why he k*lled himself.

It wasn't because of my client.

It was because he was a drunk who couldn't stand his life with you any longer.

If Ms. Keating continues to treat my witness with such disrespect...

Relax. Mrs. Tidwell gave me everything I need to know.

No further questions.

[Spectators murmuring]

Your next witness, Mr. Nelson?

[Murmuring continues]

I'd like to call the victim, Marco Tidwell, to the stand.

Objection.

Mr. Tidwell's posthumous testimony wasn't on the evidence list.

Only because I wanted to spare Mrs. Tidwell the undue pains of hearing her husband's 911 call, but since Ms. Keating has dragged us into the muck, I have no other choice.

This is hearsay, your honor.

It's a dying declaration, Ms. Keating.

Let's just hear it.

Woman: 911. What's your emergency?

[Wind rushing]

Marco: This is Marco Tidwell. And I'm going to k*ll myself.

Where are you, Marco?

The roof of the Eisenworth building.

Marco, listen...

I'm calling so that bastard hears this.

He needs to know he did this.

Marco, I understand how painful this is.

Goodbye.

Marco? Marco?

[Wind continues rushing]

Marco, are you there?

Marco?

[Thud, dial tone]

Ouch.

[Button clicks]

We switch to an insanity defense.

Or have Dale ruled unfit to stand trial.

We'll look desperate to the jury.

Wes: Reapproach the prosecutor about a deal?

That's called losing. We don't do that.

Ms. Castillo, any ideas?

Or are you just gonna let the men think of them for you?

Uh...

Why do I even bother asking?

Find me something I can use in court.

[Cellphone ringing]

Look. Caleb's calling.

Now, why does Caleb have your number?

I gave it to him when I was prepping him for trial.

Oh, you mean preppin' him for that ass.

[Sighs]

Answer it. Come on.

So I have to pretend like we haven't found their k*ller cousin?

[Cellphone beeps]

Not happening.

You're no fun.

[Door opens]

There he is. Hey, uh, good news...

Philip was in town the night of the murders.

What's going on?

How do you know?

He posted to Reddit that night, and his I.P. Address puts him in the city.

Nice.

O-one of you explain right now.

I asked your boo to help us out on the hacking angle.

When?

Today. I-I texted you.

Where should I set up?

On the couch. Take whatever space you need.

Thanks.

What the hell?

Relax. He's not my type.

[Car door opens]

[Sighs]

I thought you said no contact.

Between you and Nate.

How are you?

I know you're mad.

And I would've called, but I haven't had a second to myself.

[Chuckling] Do I look mad?

I know you got a lot going on right now.

I can see that, but you're not the only one with a personal life.

Who is she?

[Laughing] Oh, no, no, no, you don't get to ask me that.

You're blushing.

Oh, stop. [Chuckles]

I have a life in New York, yes, but [Sighs] don't worry.

There's no one worth being jealous over.

[Sighs]

I have to make a confession.

I'm maybe just a tiny bit happy that Nate k*lled his wife...

'Cause it means I get to see you again.

You could throw the hearing...

Nate goes to jail, we run off together.

We could open a practice, but in Paris...

Work 20 hours a week. Spend weekends in bed.

[Birds chirping]

All right.

We've both got work.

Thank you for taking care of him.

Anytime.

[Sighs]

Please talk to me.

You should be helping Laurel prep Dale.

Can I at least explain to you my version so you can hear it from me instead of Sinclair, who I assume is the one that told you?

It doesn't matter who told me.

It does.

Look, I made this stupid video at my parent's lake house.

We threw a party, everyone was drinking, a bunch of people went upstairs.

Four guys took one girl upstairs, so don't you dare say you didn't know what they were going to do to her.

I didn't, though.

But later she said everyone saw her leave the house crying.

Or were you so drunk you don't remember calling your dad and asking him to cover it all up?

I called him because I was worried about her.

He decided to cover it up.

And you let him.

And now she thinks about it every day, what you didn't do, while you get to live your life without even thinking about her.

I do. I think about her.

But still you haven't done anything about it.

[Door opens, closes]

Lied. You did not text me.

Because I knew you'd say not to come.

For your own good.

You're putting yourself in danger.

Okay, if I'm in danger, then so are you.

And guess what? I'm a big boy.

I can make my own decisions.

Besides, everything you guys get to do in this house is way more fun than my boring-ass I.T. job.

Will you please ta... Just take this seriously, okay?

No. I've made up my mind I'm not leaving.

So stop being such a buzzkill.

Annalise: Where are we on Dale's case?

Uh, what if we pin it on Sharon, say she forced him to jump?

You can't force someone to commit su1c1de.

Says who?

And since when are you the expert on all things su1c1de?

Your mother k*lled herself.

How do you know that?

Wes. I'm gonna put you on another case.

[Door opens]

[Indistinct conversations]

Why hide back here?

There's room in the front.

Annalise wouldn't want you to miss a word.

Oh. Um, no, I'm just doing some research for class.

Tipstaff: All rise!

Right.

This is case 903921, an evidentiary hearing to determine whether there is cause to test the postmortem sample of Nia Lahey's blood.

The burden is on the prosecution to establish the relevance of such testing.

Ms. Sinclair, shall we begin?

Michaela: Frank.

What?

Look. This report, it shows the police found DNA at the Hapstall crime scene that doesn't match anyone that lives or works at the mansion.

Sinclair probably filed it in the wrong folder so we wouldn't find it.

Friggin' mystery DNA.

Yeah.

If it matches Philip, it puts him at the m*rder scene.

We could sneak into his house, get a sample.

We are not breaking in to our suspect's house.

Oliver: Phew! That sounded scary.

Who are you?

Um... Oliver.

It's an honor to meet you, Ms...

Professor Keating... Mrs. Keating.

You're the man that's constantly saving our asses.

It's nothing really. I just...

No, it's something to me.

Thank you for your hard work.

She's so much nicer than you said.

Did Mrs. Lahey ever express to you her desire to end her life when you were her nurse?

It's quite common for oncology patients to talk about dying.

To the point of asking for pills to k*ll themselves, which your fellow nurses claim Mrs. Lahey asked you about?

Objection. Hearsay.

I'll rephrase.

Did you provide Mr. Lahey with the potentially lethal drug secobarbital?

No. Of course not.

Could you please read the visitor log and tell us what time Mr. Lahey arrived at the hospital on the day of his wife's death?

5:02 P.M.

And according to Ms. Lahey's death certificate, what was the time of her death?

6:42 P.M.

So she passed an hour and a half after Mr. Lahey arrived at the hospital.

If that's what you say.

Isn't that also the same amount of time it takes a lethal dose of secobarbital to k*ll someone?

Neither the prosecutor nor the witness can testify to medical facts.

Well, it doesn't take a doctor to conclude that Mr. Lahey poisoned his wife to death.

Objection.

You don't understand, do you, what's it's like to watch someone you love dying when they're begging you to k*ll them?

Strike that response.

It's taking away their pain.

Why shouldn't that be legal?

[Spectators murmur]

Your witness.

Ms. Rothlo?

No questions, your honor.

What the hell?

Wes: Nate lost.

What?

The judge only took 15 minutes to decide.

They're gonna test Nia's blood.

That's not all.

She didn't cross the nurse.

What do you mean?

Eve. I think she threw the case.

I ordered you a vodka.

I thought we're not supposed to be seen together.

[Guffaws] Relax. I don't think anyone in the American bar association's hanging out here.

Would you eat potato skins if I ordered them?

Stop this, and talk to me.

Or mozzarella sticks?

Eve, please, tell me...

Did you throw the case?

Is that what your spy told you?

Is he right?

No.

Who is he, by the way?

You two aren't...

I don't sleep with my students.

You could. You're single now.

Just tell me, why didn't you cross the nurse?

Because we'd already lost.

If Nate didn't do this, he'd want Nia's blood tested just to prove he's innocent.

That doesn't mean that you don't cross your key witness.

It does if you want to keep her on your side.

What are you up to?

[Chuckles]

Nate knows the plan.

That's all you need to know.

Why are you doing this?

Because you asked me to.

That can't be the only reason.

I told you I don't expect anything from you.

But shouldn't you?

Because I want to be the person that...

Can give you what you want.

I do, but...

You are not in a place to choose anyone. I know.

Which is why it's good I'm not asking you to.

We're old friends who enjoy each other's company.

That's all.

All right?

Did you two want to order something?

I'll have another one. And, um...

Potato skins and mozzarella sticks.

What the hell?

[Both chuckle]

[Laughter]

Wes: This can't be real.

I asked Oliver to look up Asher and Trotter Lake, and this is what came up.

What are you doing?

[Laughter continues]

Watching you try to rap.

This is a prank, right?

Give it to me.

You didn't want to make this?

Please, it's just a stupid thing I made in college.

Ooh! [Laughs]

Expensive stupid thing.

Seriously, how much did daddy pay for that?

It doesn't matter, and I hate you, Oliver, for finding it.

Turn it off.

I said turn it off!

Don't make me be Annalise and yell at you to do your jobs.

Hey. [Breathes deeply]

You think you could find a prosecutor's address for me?

[Spanish accent] Hi.

Hello.

I was wondering if you could help me.

Hope so.

[Chuckles]

I was at a dinner party last night, and I shared a cab with a woman to here.

She left her gloves.

At least I think this was her building.

[Chuckling] Um... Here's her picture.

Do you recognize her?

Sharon. Yeah. [Chuckles]

But she doesn't actually live here.

They're screwing... Sharon and the prosecutor.

I had a gut feeling when I saw them together, so I went to his apartment, and the doorman confirmed it.

Sharon goes there all the time.

Maybe she meets him there for meetings.

Late at night?

'Cause that's when the doorman's seen her there.

That doesn't mean he'll testify against the D.A. he works for.

What if the doorman liked me?

Wait. You're willing to screw the guy to get him to take the stand?

No, I won't actually have sex with him.

But you can use sex.

Be honest.

Is there any chance you're wrong about this?

Nope.

They're sleeping together. I know it.

Ms. Keating, are you ready to call your first witness?

I am, your honor.

I'd like to call assistant district attorney Barrett Nelson.

Objection.

Putting a prosecutor on the stand I-Is completely unprecedented.

A.D.A. Nelson brought this on himself.

Ms. Keating is grandstanding, nothing more.

If I'm grandstanding, then why not take the stand?

A man of integrity such as yourself, you have absolutely nothing to hide, right?

Laurel: [Spanish accent] I'm sorry. This will just take a minute.

Then we can go get a coffee.

I'd wait for you all day, señorita.

[Laughing] Oh, my God, you're hilarious!

Well...

Annalise: You would help Mrs. Tidwell whenever she needed a restraining order, is that correct?

Over 20 orders in all against your client.

I'd be happy to go over each one in detail.

And was there ever a conflict of interest affecting your ability to fairly prosecute my client?

Not that I know of.

Allow me to help you out.

Did you ever have a relationship with Mrs. Tidwell that became romantic?

[Spectators murmuring]

That's a slanderous accusation.

Not if it's true.

Answer the question, Mr. Nelson.

Have you been sleeping with Sharon Tidwell?

Of course [Chuckling] not.

There you are. She wants to talk to you.

Right now?

That's what she said.

I'm so sorry. Come with me really quick.

Sure. [Chuckles]

Oh, I got this door, buddy.

[Chuckles]

Annalise: Really? You're telling me that there's no one in this courtroom that can testify to such an inappropriate relationship...

Your doorman, for example?

[Clears throat loudly]

[Spectators murmuring]

What the hell is this?

[Normal voice] You're a material witness.

The judge can hold you in contempt if you leave.

Are you prosecuting my client to cover up the fact that you are actually the man that drove Marco to su1c1de?

You are out of control.

You were sleeping with his wife, which means that you are the "he" that Marco kept referring to in his 911 call.

Isn't that right, Mr. Nelson?

Are you not answering because you know that anything you say will prove prosecutorial misconduct...

You'd be disbarred, or, worse, be sent to prison?

I take the fifth.

[Spectators murmuring]

Modena: Mr. Nelson, I want to be sure that you know what you're doing.

I do, your honor.

I assert the fifth amendment privilege against self-incrimination.

[Spectators murmuring]

I said you could do it, and you did it.

I'm free!

And I have another chance with Sharon.

No way their relationship survives this.

Sharon hates you, Dale.

You're a stalker, you're pathetic, and you're fired.

You're welcome.

Excuse me? For helping you win the case.

You want the trophy, it's in a box in the basement.

Is this because of Frank?

'Cause out of all the terrible things that happen in that house, us being together...

I don't care that you two are screwing.

You do.

Otherwise, why treat me like crap and let everyone else act crazy?

'Cause they are, all of them.

They're a mess, and I'm the one watching out for them, fixing problems before you even know they exist.

Don't you think I know that?

Why would I? You don't talk to me.

Because I don't need to.

Me not paying attention to you is the best compliment you could ever get 'cause that means I don't have to worry about you.

Go back to the office and stop being needy.

[Cellphone rings]

Is that her?

Probably wants an update.

She worries about you.

She should.

What's your deal with her?

Oh.

Really? We're doing this?

What, you worry this will get more weird?

[Sighs] Yeah.

I-I don't know. Um...

I missed her, I guess.

Have fun when I'm with her.

You?

I hate her.

Yeah, but not really.

So, you ready to do this, or...

Do I need to give you a big speech first?

No.

I'm good.

[Door closes]

[Sighs]

Woman over P.A.: Paging Dr. bender.

Hey.

Oh, my God. Nate.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay. You were looking out for me.

No, I never should've exploded like that.

It's just [Sighs] that prosecutor.

She's a nightmare. I know.

That's actually why I'm here.

Wilder: In the matter of case number 903921, the commonwealth contends that victim's death is a potential homicide.

Therefore, per my instructions, an independent lab has completed a full panel on Nia Lahey's blood sample.

The toxicology report states the following...

"the blood-drug-screen test found no trace of secobarbital or any other potentially lethal medication in Mrs. Lahey's sample."

Mr. Lahey, this court extends its deepest sympathies for your loss.

We're adjourned.

[Gavel bangs]

Thank you.

Wes: You doctored the results.

Got someone from the hospital to switch the blood sample or change the paperwork.

Case is over. Go tell Annalise we won.

Why do you do it, help her like this, even though you could get in trouble?

[Chuckles] You're making up stories in your head.

And I can ask you the same thing.

You're the one playing her spy when you should be in class.

I don't have a choice.

What does that mean?

Nothing. Just...

Congratulations... On the case.

Asher: Look, I screwed up big time.

And, yeah, I was wasted, but y-you're right.

I saw them go up there, and I didn't do anything, and... Maybe that says a lot about me, about how stupid I was and how stupid I am, but I didn't know they were gonna do that.

I didn't and...

It happened, though, and they...

r*ped her, and that's on me.

And I just want to make it right.

I want to reach out to her and apologize and...

And give her some money.

Money can't fix this.

I'll testify against my dad.

I want to tell the D.A. that he covered this all up.

And what does Tiffany get out of that?

She doesn't want to talk to you or go to court and recount all the horrible things that happened to her, and even you thinking she would shows how you still don't get this.

She went to a party, and her life changed forever, and everything she does now, she works so hard to be okay, while you just get to keep on being you, oblivious and the fun guy.

I can't look at you the same anymore.

I'm so sorry. I don't care.

I do 'cause I-I care about you.

And I love you, and I understand why this is your thing.

My thing?

Yeah, because of Sam, what he did to you.

She told you, didn't she?

[Cellphone ringing]

Put that away. No more work tonight.

[Cellphone beeps]

To Nate.

[Chuckles] Um...

When are we going to Paris?

Oh, whenever you want.

But let's just make sure we get a flat with a view of the sacré-coeur, [chuckles] Even if it's outrageously expensive.

Hmm. Oh, that's not a problem.

I've got Sam money.

[Both laugh]

What?

Nothing.

Say it.

It's about that boy.

I told you I'm not sleeping with him.

I know. It's not that.

He's the one you're protecting, right?

I don't want to talk about it.

I wouldn't either. It doesn't make any sense...

All this craziness to protect some student?

He's not just some student.

It's him.

No.

You are a very good person.

No. I'm not.

Fine, you're not.

But I still get to think so.

[Computer beeps]

Oh, I got spanked.

By who?

Uh, I'm on dudefordude.

Philip has an online profile... Closet case, obviously...

So I made one, too.

You've lost it.

Hey, we can invite him on a coffee date and get his DNA from the coffee cup.

Oh, my God. You are one of us now.

N-no, he's not.

And you're not going on a coffee date with a serial k*ller.

Okay, okay, fine, but, um, what about you?

I used your pic. You're much hotter than me.

Enough with the low self-esteem!

Seriously. I'd spank you before Walsh.

What's going on with you, honestly?

Because you've gone too far here.

Which is exactly what Annalise would want us to do to win our case.

Frank, this is a good plan, right?

No, it's not, and I'm not going anywhere near the guy, so I...

You have to! This is the only thing that can get Catherine and Caleb off!

I don't care about your boyfriend!

I'll do it.

I-I can say that I used some random guy's pic because of my low self-esteem.

That's not a bad idea.

You would do that?

No, you're not doing it. You hear me?

You don't get to act crazy anymore.

What if I want to?

[Monitor beeps]

[Keyboard clacking]

[Slurring] Hi.

What's going on?

You told him.

I didn't convince him not to testify.

That was you.

You fixed it like always, except, this time, I was the card you traded.

I traded your past, but I saved your future.

And it worked, or else you'd be in prison right now.

I don't get to be mad about this, is that what you're saying?

No, I'm saying you don't get to be emotional about this.

You knew what trouble we were in.

What else could I have done?

Stop denying what you did!

Laurel: How is this a good idea?

Michaela: How is it not?

Because he could get caught or dragged into the bathroom where this weirdo could t*rture and k*ll him.

Or maybe he's just gonna have a cup of coffee with the guy.

It's a stakeout. It's sexy.

Oh, my God. Is that him?

[Indistinct conversations]

You exposed me to him!

I didn't expose you. I saved you.

You k*lled a girl in my basement and put a plastic bag over her head.

To protect you!

And I did what I did to protect you.

No. You did this to ruin me, the one good thing I had in my life.

Oh, don't you dare.

Every good thing in your life is because of me.

You mean despite you.

I'll be right back.

Where the hell you going?

I have to pee.

There's a gas station just across the street.

Hey.

[Paper rustles]

Get me a Snickers.

[Ringing]

Pick up!

Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.

Pick up, pick up...

[gasps] Oh!

[Ringing continues]

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Everything that you're coming at me with right now is because of what your father did to you, and you need to finally deal with that, Bonnie.

I deal with it every day.

Well, so do I! We both do, okay?!

I'm not the person to be angry with right now!

You may hate me for it, but it worked.

Shut up!

All right, Bonnie?

Shut up! Shut up!

It worked!

Here. [Door closes]

This isn't a Snickers.

You eat too much sugar.

I think it's beginning to affect your judgment.

You knew how much this would hurt me, out of everyone you knew.

But you did it because you wanted to.

You don't know how to love anyone.

I don't know how to love anyone.

All right.

When you go back to that fancy apartment and you're rolling around in bed with that 25-year-old boy and you're not hanging from a bedsheet behind some metal bars, [voice breaking] Then you tell me that I don't love you.

I want you to die.

That's what I want...

That it was you they k*lled in this house, not Sam.

Because he'd have never done this to me.

[Sniffles]

[Cellphone chimes]

[Breathing heavily]

Annalise: What the hell were you thinking?

Get him out of there.

Relax. I got eyes on him.

You're an idiot.

You need to shut it down right now.

But we're...

Right now!

Or else I'll call the police myself.

[Sighs]

You tattled?

What?

Date's over.

W-why?

Got ratted out. Let's go.

[Button clicking]

[Cellphone chimes]

♪ I don't need no teacher ♪
♪ You come on my turf, I be like, "bye, Felicia" ♪
♪ Bye, Felicia, bye, Felicia ♪
♪ I know how that work, we be like, "bye, Felicia" ♪
♪ I know how that work, I don't need no teacher ♪
♪ You come on my turf, I be like, "bye, Felicia" ♪
♪ Bye, Felicia ♪
♪ ...on my turf, I be like, "bye, Felicia" ♪
♪ Bye, Felicia, bye, Felicia ♪
♪ You come on my ♪
♪ I don't need no teacher ♪
♪ Bye, Felicia, I know how it works ♪

Philip: Hi, Oliver.

Ho!

How's your night going?

[Breathes shakily]

[Door closes]

What do we do?

Stop them.

Stop!

Michaela, no.

[Rustling]

[Screams]

[Gasping]

[Ominous music plays]