02x09 - What Did We Do?

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

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

We're done, Ash.

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?

I understand why this is your thing.

Bonnie: She told you? You exposed me to him!

I didn't expose you. I saved you.

I want you to die.

What is this?

Caleb and Catherine's acquittal.

Philip Jessup's DNA is a 99.4% match to the DNA found at the crime scene.

He's the product of incest.

Philip's here. I think I can fix this.

Look! Right there.

It's one of Catherine's paintings.

I found it here last week.

What if she k*lled them?

Don't worry. I'm gonna take care of this.

Annalise: No!

[g*nsh*t]

[Breathing heavily]

[Whispers indistinctly]

Connor: Where is she?

Still asleep.

So she could walk in any second and k*ll all of us. Great.

It's not her g*n. Someone planted it here.

Okay, well, then call Annalise because she's your lawyer, not us.

I told him not to. Rule 3.4.

If Annalise knows about evidence, it's illegal to obstruct the prosecution's access to it.

Oh, so you called me to obstruct justice with you?

I couldn't make this decision on my own.

What decision?

If there's no g*n in the house, Sinclair still charges Philip.

There is a g*n, Michaela. It's right there.

Not if we get rid of it.

Laurel: Shouldn't we get rid of the painting?

Wes: We don't know that's the only thing that links them.

Or if it even means Catherine knows the guy.

He could have bought it online or from a gallery.

Yeah, 'cause her work is just so good.

Even if we get rid of it, there's still this photo.

That no one on the prosecution has noticed so far.

We're not getting rid of the painting.

At least not until we talk to Catherine.

Call her, tell her I need to see her.

[Dialing]

Connor: You two banged, right?

I mean, that's why you're willing to tamper with evidence...

'cause you're letting your vag*na make all of your decisions?

So we had sex.

It's not affecting my judgment.

Prove it.

Leave the g*n where it is.

If Caleb's telling the truth, then he shouldn't have anything to worry about.

I am telling the truth.

I totally believe you.

Fine. Leave. I'll take care of it myself.

If you touch the g*n, Michaela, I'm gonna tell Annalise.

I didn't say I was going to.

What if I want to get rid of it?

Caleb!

Are you insane?

It's what makes the most sense.

Caleb?

What are you doing?

Maybe we should call Nate.

Why?

He fixed the Philip problem last time, and he'll know if the cops find the painting.

Nate's done enough for us.

Annalise.

Did you find Catherine?

Yes, but Michaela's on the phone.

What do I care? I need Catherine.

That's why Michaela's calling. Catherine ran away.

Someone start talking.

Annalise: You pick up the phone. Call me.

What you don't do is tamper with the one piece of evidence that could upend our entire case.

I wanted to call you.

We were worried about rule 3.4.

It's not your job to worry. It's your job to not sabotage me.

We can put it back.

And tamper with it twice?

That seem smart to you?

Where is she?

I don't know.

Are you lying to keep her safe?

No. I swear I don't know what's going on with her.

You sure we shouldn't call Nate?

Philip Jessup has lived his entire life without getting so much as a speeding ticket.

But two days ago, he was gifted with a brand-new criminal record that looks remarkably like Scott Fuller's.

What the hell does that have to do with me?

This video shows you're in the station on your day off.

I just got my job back.

I'm trying to earn my keep.

Or maybe you were manufacturing a file on Philip Jessup for Annalise Keating?

Am I getting fired?

Relax, Lahey.

I'm relaxed.

I just don't appreciate being falsely accused of crimes I didn't commit.

It's kind of a sore spot for me.

I didn't fabricate anyone's record.

So... Am I getting charged with something, or can I go?

Go.

You enjoy being her little boy toy, don't you?

That's why you keep running back to Annalise again and again.

So she can fight your battles for you?

You prefer to have her boss you around, tell you what to do, like hire her bestie and k*ll Nia?

Keep my wife's name out of your mouth!

Say her name again.

Say it!

And then what?

I was looking for Catherine and went into her studio.

She wasn't there, but the room was freezing, so I went over to the vent to see if I could feel any heat coming out.

And that's when I saw the g*n.

Why didn't you ask Catherine about it?

I was scared she'd admit it was hers.

How do we know that you didn't put the g*n there yourself?

If it was mine, I'd have gotten rid of it a long time ago.

Not if you wanted to pin it on your sister.

I had nothing to do with this.

I mean, what if Philip did this...

Put the g*n there to frame us?

Show it to him.

Do it.

You notice the painting in the background?

No, this is not possible.

Unfortunately, it is.

I can no longer represent both you and Catherine anymore.

Why not?

Because if what you're saying is true and you knew nothing of this g*n or Philip, then you need a lawyer separate from Catherine.

Otherwise, it's a conflict of interest.

But neither of us did this.

Well, it looks like one of you did, and that person isn't you.

So do you want to get off for this, or should I tell Catherine I'm all hers?

[Ringing]

Annalise: Frank.

Hey, see this judge Millstone stuff was leaked?

No, and I don't care. Where are you?

Outside Philip's apartment.

They're taking him in right now.

So Catherine's not with him?

No. Why?

She ran away.

What?

Caleb found a g*n in her room, which is fine because we're no longer representing her.

What did you just say?

I don't have time to explain.

Just find Catherine before she does something stupid.

Asher: Dad, please don't ignore me today.

Look, it's obvious Sinclair's pissed 'cause I didn't testify, so she leaked this.

I'll try to fix it.

Just...

[Knock on door]

Please, dad, call me back.

[Beep]

Hey.

Hey.

I didn't know if I should come, but I was just at the courthouse.

You heard about the leak.

It's freaking Sinclair, right?

Maybe. I just...

I'm so sorry for everything that's happened, Bon.

I just... I need you to know that I'm gonna do everything I can to make it right.

What is it?

Your dad, Asher.

[Police radio chatter]

Are you at work?

Nate: Yeah.

Good.

I need to know what's going on with Philip.

They just brought him in for questioning.

I can't help you, Annalise.

I don't need you to do anything.

I'm about to get fired.

Why?

Sinclair suspects I messed with Philip's record.

There's no proof I did anything, but I blew up at her in front of the whole station.

I'm so sorry.

I got to go.

Nate.

Annalise, did you know about this?

Know about what?

Asher's dad k*lled himself.

Asher: Chloe gets in at 8:00.

Uncle John and aunt Teri get in first thing tomorrow.

They said they'll go to the funeral home with us, too.

Or I can go.

If you don't want to, you don't... you don't have to go.

Mom, everything's gonna be okay.

Mom.

You don't seem very upset.

What?

You found out your father k*lled himself, and you've already moved on to funeral arrangements.

No, I... I'm just trying to help.

Or you're just happy that your father got what he deserved.

I didn't do this.

Those articles all mentioned a g*ng-r*pe cover-up.

Because Sinclair leaked it.

Exactly.

But they only mentioned your father's name, not yours.

Seems convenient.

He loved you so much.

He defended you!

Mom...

He sacrificed his whole career to hide your disgusting secret.

Please.

You're in shock.

We both are.

We need each other right now.

You mean you need me right now.

I don't want anything to do with you.

Don't say that.

We always thought it would be Chloe.

She'd be the one to send us to our grave, but it turned out to be you.

And for what?

To protect that woman you work for?

This has nothing to do with Annalise.

Annalise... That's what you call her.

Why did you choose her over us?

The people who loved you your entire life.

[Echoing] Because that's what your father did for you...

He loved you when you were unlovable...

No!

[Crying]

Bonnie: He's dead because of us.

No, he's dead 'cause he hanged himself.

Because of what we did... Annalise.

She sold his dirty secrets.

She didn't make him a corrupt ass in the first place.

Don't go telling doucheface any of that.

You already told him?

No, but not to protect Annalise.

What the hell happened between you two?

We can't keep doing this, Frank.

We say we're just protecting ourselves, but there's a point when we're the ones people need to be protected from.

And that's who we've become.

Don't you see that?

You're upset and sad, and that's good 'cause it means you're still a person.

But right now is not the time to think too hard.

Catherine's on the lam. Help me track her down.

You know you want to.

I have to go.

Get me all the dirt we have on judge Millstone, Bonnie.

That means every file in the David Allen case.

Frank, find any evidence of malfeasance we can use against him.

Bonnie: You promised Asher you wouldn't do this.

Federal judge Millstone.

There's enough evidence in there to charge him with multiple counts of corruption.

[Cellphone vibrating]

What is it?

We got another Sinclair problem.

Caleb: Please, Catherine.

You get to be mad at me, but you can't just run away.

You're smarter than that, so, please, come home.

Has anyone talked to Asher?

No one called him?

What would we say?

Sorry your dad was so shady that his only way out was to off himself?

Or we could just say, "sorry."

Thank you.

Of course you two agree.

You both also think it's okay to bang clients.

You slept with Caleb?!

Keep your voice down!

When?

Last night.

Hey, did Caleb's penis do the trick and finally give you your big "o"?

That's why you were willing to hide the g*n, right?

It's not his g*n.

Hmm.

Who'd have thought that you and I would be the last ones on the screw-the-client train?

Okay, if no one else is gonna call Asher, I will.

Who has his number?

[Scoffs]

We are officially the worst people ever.

[Breathing raggedly]

Sit tight. I'll call you back.

[Breathing heavily]

♪ All the sinners and the saints ♪
♪ Move in ♪
♪ The same ♪
♪ Direction, they walk in place ♪

Tell me you're still at the house.

There's been a change of plans. Sinclair's on her way over.

Why?

We got to tell her everything...

That you found the g*n and that Philip owns one of Catherine's paintings.

Why do we have to tell her anything?

Because we're representing you now, Caleb, not Catherine.

And keeping evidence from Sinclair is only gonna make it look like you have something to hide.

So Michaela's gonna bring you back to her apartment, and I'm gonna walk Sinclair through what happened myself.

But you have to leave right now.

What if Catherine comes home?

All the more reason for you not to be here.

She's gonna be upset, ashamed.

Now, I'll do my best to protect her.

I give you my word.

Caleb: I can't go.

You heard Annalise.

I can't sell out my sister without at least giving her a chance to explain.

Catherine sold you out the minute she didn't tell you she knew Philip.

Maybe she doesn't know him.

What about the g*n?

She probably didn't know it was there.

Or she did and she was just scared and she still is, but I can't just abandon her like this.

What if I stay?

That way, I'll be here in case she comes back.

I'll take care of her.

Why are you still here?

Caleb was freaking out about leaving, so I told him I'd call him with updates.

It was the only way he'd leave.

[Vehicle approaches]

Someone's here.

It's Sinclair. Nobody move.

Where are you going?

Just stay where you are!

Show me.

I'm so sorry.

Stop.

She did this to herself.

I'm so sorry.

Stop.

She did this to herself.

You enjoy being her little boy toy, don't you?

That's why you keep running back to Annalise again and again...

So she can fight your battles for you?

You prefer to have her boss you around, tell you what to do, like hire her bestie and k*ll Nia?

Keep my wife's name out of your mouth!

I'm about to get fired.

Why?

Sinclair suspects I messed with Philip's record.

There's no proof I did anything, but I blew up at her in front of the whole station.

I'm so sorry.

I got to go.

[Beep]

Sergeant Joseph: Well done.

Your little temper tantrum got Sinclair to file a harassment suit against you.

Now she fears for her life.

And I was nice to hire you back.

But now I've got no choice but to let you go.

Do I talk to you to file a discrimination claim against the D.A.'s office?

Excuse me?

I'd like to file a racial discrimination suit against Emily Sinclair.

Sinclair: Thank you for coming.

Why am I here?

I want to bury the hatchet.

That's up to you.

I know...

Which is why I'm offering to drop my harassment claim if you drop yours.

I may be a lot of things, but r*cist is not one of them.

That's what racists always say.

I've never been after you.

It's always been Annalise.

So help me put her behind bars.

Why would I want to do that?

Because she ruined your life, Nate.

And you?

Don't I have you to blame for that, too?

[Door closes]

Detective Lahey... I mean patrol officer Lahey.

I'm sorry. It's hard to keep up.

For you and me both.

[Door opens]

Go away.

No. We need to talk.

There's nothing to talk about, Asher.

You couldn't just leave him alone, could you?

Stop following me, or I'll blow my r*pe whistle.

You made my father do this.

Is that what you think... That this is all my fault?

You started the corruption probe.

I did not.

The article mentioned a r*pe cover-up.

I know. You should be grateful they kept your name out of it.

What about my father, huh?

Huh? He's dead because of you!

What about Tiffany Howard?

Have you ever thought about her?

She may not be dead, Asher, but I'm sure she feels dead on the inside, and that's because of what your father did to her.

I don't know.

Maybe this is karma coming back to bite him in the ass.

God knows he deserved it.

What did you just say?

Your father was a bad man, Asher.

And honestly, you and a lot of people in this city are better off without him.

You got me all turned around.

[Mutters indistinctly]

[Breathing heavily]

[Sinclair grunts, tires screech]

Need some help?

No.

I mean... My brakes are busted, but AAA's coming.

Okay. Have a good night.

You too.

[Tires screeching]

[Car door opens]

[Car door closes]

Hi.

I can't look.

It's okay.

You don't have to.

Is she alive?

Please tell me she's alive and we just need to call an ambulance.

Asher...

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Check her pulse.

I don't have to.

She's gone.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God. I did that.

Hey.

You have to go.

Stop.

I need to call the police, and...

Listen to me.

I'm your lawyer, and I'm advising you not to do anything yet.

You just do what I tell you, okay?

[Sniffles]

[Cellphone vibrates]

What is it?

We got another Sinclair problem.

She pulled me into her car, asked me to help take you down.

What did you tell her?

That I'd be an idiot to believe anything she says.

She's persistent. Got to give her that.

You hear about Philip?

No.

They released him after questioning.

They have his DNA at the crime scene.

They need to arrest him.

Well, they didn't.

[Cellphone vibrates]

I'll call you back.

[Beep]

Bonnie?

Sinclair's dead.

What?!

Asher hit her with his car. He called me to help.

He wants to go to the police, but you know what'll happen if he does.

He's going to tell them everything, Annalise...

That I k*lled Sam, that you made him not testify.

It'll all come out. We'll go to jail.

What do I do, Annalise? Just tell me.

Take him home, make it look like a hit-and-run, or I can call the police and tell them the truth, but you need to tell me to do that.

Sit tight. I'll call you back.

Laurel: [Echoing] Asher's dad k*lled himself.

Nate: I'm about to get fired.

Sinclair suspects I messed with Philip's record.

I blew up at her in front of the whole station.

She pulled me into her car, asked me to help take you down.

Bonnie: Make it look like a hit-and-run...

[Dialing]

Tell me you're still at the house.

Yeah, but I found Catherine.

She used her credit card at a motel outside Camden.

Good.

Go to my office right now.

What's going on?

Just go.

On the mantel above the fireplace, inside the small vase.

Just get me the pills.

It's called secobarbital.

I take it, and I'm asleep, just like that.

Here.

Okay, you got to tell me what's going on.

Just take them with you.

How bad is it, Annalise?

Bad.

There's been a change of plans. Sinclair's on her way over.

Why?

We got to tell her everything...

That you found the g*n and that Philip owns one of Catherine's paintings.

I can't just abandon her like this.

What if I stay?

That way, I'll be here in case she comes back.

Someone's here.

It's Sinclair. Nobody move.

Where are you going?

Just stay where you are!

Show me.

I'm so sorry.

Stop.

She did this to herself.

Let's get her inside.

[Footsteps]

Asher: I'm losing my grip.

[Thud]

Asher?

[Breathing heavily]

What the hell?

Who is that?

Everyone, relax.

Tell us what's going on.

Who's in there?

Is that a body?

It's Emily Sinclair.

Someone k*lled her?

It doesn't matter.

I ran over her.

It was an accident.

And we're gonna make it look like even a bigger accident.

Why would we do that?

No, no, we should call the police!

If it was an accident, we just tell them the truth.

Just do what I say and ask questions later!

No.

This is insane.

You're insane.

I'm leaving.

They k*lled Sam, Asher.

What?

It wasn't Bonnie.

She just said that to protect them.

But Sam att*cked Rebecca, and they k*lled Sam, and I've been covering for them the whole time.

And now they're gonna help cover for you.

Why are you doing this to us?

Because all of this... Everything that's happened...

Sinclair coming after me, using Asher, now this...

It all started with what the four of you did!

Now, let's get to work!

I called Emily Sinclair here to show her the g*n and this photo.

And that's when Catherine came home unexpected and k*lled Sinclair.

There is no way that anyone believes that.

And we don't even know that Catherine's guilty.

Well, you knew Nate was innocent, but you were still okay with me framing him.

We found a g*n in her room, a photo connecting her to Philip.

Her own brother even believes that she did it.

You may not believe it, but I do, and I'm the expert, so you do what I say.

Catherine's not here, though.

That's being taken care of.

Taken care of how?

You mean k*ll her?

I didn't say that.

So Catherine ran over Sinclair here. That's our story.

Our story doesn't matter.

Of course it does. Otherwise, none of this makes sense.

We don't need it to make sense.

We just need it to look like chaos, to leave the police a crime scene that's a mess.

It's their job to make sense out of it, not ours.

This is Emily Sinclair. Please leave a message.

[Beep]

Sinclair, this is Annalise Keating.

I'm calling from the Hapstall mansion, and I need to speak to you immediately.

It involves evidence that I've just been made aware of inside Catherine's studio.

Great.

Let's make ourselves more culpable by touching the body.

Shut up and lift.

[Grunts]

So come right away. Time is of the essence.

[Beep, dialing]

[Ringing]

Hey.

Frank, it's me.

Do you have eyes on her?

Headed her way now.

How many pills do I give her?

Enough not to k*ll her.

So you don't know, either.

I can't figure this out on my own, Frank!

Okay, I got it. Just...

You sure about all this?

How is doubting me right now helping?

I'm just saying, there are other ways to protect doucheface.

I'm not trying to protect him. I'm trying to protect Nate.

He blew up at Sinclair today, and his prints are all over that car.

So please, just help me protect him.

♪ And you just be pretty ♪

[cellphone vibrates]

Wes?

You need to come to the Hapstall mansion.

We're here, and Annalise...

She's trying to protect you, or she thinks she is.

She's lost it.

Slow down.

You're the only one that can stop her.

From what?

Emily Sinclair is dead.

I'm supposed to be in my apartment with Caleb.

It's not too late.

This is Catherine Hapstall. Please leave a message.

[Beep]

Catherine, it's Annalise.

[Cellphone beeps]

♪ We all fall down ♪

I know you're scared, but you've got to stop this.

I can't protect you unless you let me.

So give me a chance.

Stop.

Ugh!

Okay.

Take her arms.

No way.

I'm out.

Connor.

Look, you're just as sick as her.

That's clear now, but I'm not doing this.

Michaela, you've done this before.

Exactly.

I'm not doing it again.

You're worried what it all looks like, Catherine, I know, but it's not as bad as it seems.

I can still fix this.

♪ We all fall down ♪

We should put it in the pool, right?

Your fingerprints... They're...

Even if we wipe it down a million times, bury it, there's still evidence all over it, but the chlorine could destroy all of it, and it'll take the police days to find it.

No. We're not doing anything.

It's a good idea.

Nate's on his way.

I called and told him everything.

Wes.

He'll know what to do. He's a cop.

Exactly.

We need his help if this is gonna work.

She's not okay.

Michaela: Connor!

Get her legs.

♪ We can make you understand ♪

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?

♪ We can make you understand ♪

Stop them.

Stop!

Michaela, no.

[Screams]

[Breathing rapidly]

Annalise: I know how you feel, Catherine, 'cause there's nothing scarier than being accused of something that you didn't do.

But that's why you need to come back to the house...

So you don't look guilty.

♪ We can make you understand ♪
♪ Play with me ♪
♪ You can make the love, and I'll make the money ♪
♪ Stay with me ♪

Bonnie: There is no decision here.

It was already made, and you agreed, so either get on board, or you're the next dead body out there.

Give it to me.

♪ And you just be pretty ♪
♪ To the brave and the petrified ♪
♪ We all fall down ♪

Asher: This isn't gonna work.

The fall won't hide what I did.

♪ We can make you understand ♪

I hit her.

Hard.

Like... I heard bones cracking, and it sounded different than when she hit the ground.

♪ We can make you understand ♪

That was more like a splatter.

It's not gonna work.

Put him in the car.

I'll be right there.

Annalise: Running is what can hurt you right now, Catherine, so stop it.

♪ To the brave and the petrified ♪

Stop running.

♪ We all fall down ♪

Stop hiding.

And let me help you.

[Engine turns over]

♪ We can make you understand ♪

It's done.

I'll bring this to Frank.

Leave it.

But it needs to be with Catherine.

I said leave it.

Annalise...

It's all gonna work.

Get Asher out of here. Hurry.

♪ When the skies ♪
♪ Collapse ♪
♪ Surreal ♪

What are you doing?

What are you doing? What are you doing?

It's okay.

I need to pee. I'll be right back.

♪ 'Cause it feels like I've been drowning in a dream ♪
♪ Again, again ♪

Just a little higher.

♪ Drowning in the waves of a no-man's-land ♪
♪ Behind the world is falling out of everything ♪
♪ A lone sailor ♪

Hey.

Where were you?

They have a car wash.

♪ The moon is resting grave above the water ♪
♪ Rider of the dark waves ♪
♪ Shadows underneath ♪
♪ Fleeting with godspeed ♪
♪ I'm a rider of the dark waves ♪

Does this ever work?

Faking a crime scene?

I mean, that's not something that actually works.

Sometimes.

Right.

♪ The moon is resting grave above the water ♪
♪ Rider of the dark waves ♪

This is Catherine Hapstall. Please leave a message.

[Beep]

Hey, are you at home?

'Cause I'm here. Just...

Just let me know you're okay.

♪ I'm a rider of the dark waves ♪

You don't have to do that.

I want to.

We're here all the time.

Our fingerprints should be on everything.

It doesn't matter, anyway. This won't work.

Annalise: You're right. It won't work...

Unless we do something to make them believe it.

What are you doing?

Who are you calling?

[Crying] Help.

I've been sh*t.

This is Annalise Keating.

And my client, Catherine Hapstall...

She sh*t me.

I'm here at her house. The A.D.A.'s here, too.

Please, hurry! [Sighs]

[Beep]

Now it'll work.

Dispatch: All units, be advised we have an ADW at 536 charter Lane.

Reporting party has been sh*t. I repeat, R.P. has been sh*t.

EMS is en route. All units follow.

sh**t me.

No.

I'm the woman who ruined your life, and I'll ruin Oliver's, too.

You've lost your mind.

Felony computer hacking, falsifying records, and that face... the friends he'd make behind bars.

You don't go near him!

Just take this g*n and sh**t me!

Okay.

No!

Don't do it!

I know you're strong enough to do it!

Okay, I'll do it, I'll do it!

You're letting her get in your head!

sh**t me in the leg. You can do this.

Connor! Please! Please!

Put the g*n down!

No! No! Connor! No!

sh**t me!

Please, stop!

No! No! No! No!

No, please, no, no, no. No, no, no.

[Sighs]

[Voice breaking] I hate you so much.

[g*n thuds]

Michaela, think about your future, huh?

The plans you have for your life.

Stop this!

Do it or we go to jail!

I'm calling 911.

I'm telling them you lied! You're fine!

Michaela, stop, please!

Take the g*n, Wes! Take it!

All right.

Come on.

In my leg, all right? I'll be fine.

No.

You know that this makes sense.

Nate's coming.

I called him so he could help.

He's gonna be here any minute, but no one's sh**ting you.

Connor!

Connor, please don't leave without me!

Laurel, you can do this.

You've been through worse with your father.

And you help us always.

And I need for you to do it again.

Come on.

Come on.

[Groans]

Maybe we should go to jail... For everything.

Maybe that's okay.

No.

Give me the g*n.

No.

Rebecca's dead, Wes.

I made it up that she ran away.

She's been dead this whole time.

No, Wes, she's just saying that to make you do it.

When you were crying on my lap, every time you asked me, she's been dead the whole time.

I've been lying to you over and over.

sh**t me.

Wes, please don't do it.

Please, don't.

I deserve it. sh**t me.

Wes, please! Please don't do it.

No!

[Breathing heavily]

Wes, stop!

Christophe.

Christophe.

Christophe.

Christophe. Christophe.

Christophe.

[Echoing] Christophe.

Christophe.

Christophe.

FBI agent: [Echoing] Christophe.

We'll be done in just a little bit.

I just need you to tell me what you saw when you got home today.

Can you do that for me, christophe?

You're not in trouble.

I already know you were the one who called 911, which was really smart.

Is she dead?

I don't know.

Because you're lying.

No.

I think you are.

You don't want to tell me because it's my mom, right?

You think I'm gonna freak out if I know she hurt herself.

I don't think you're gonna freak out.

All I know is they took her to the hospital.

Christophe: Oh.

She looked dead when I found her.

Very dead.

Good God, Annalise.

What did we do?