03x05 - It's About Frank

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Previously on "How to Get Away with m*rder"...

We immediately suspend your license.

You can't fire me because of this.

Without a license, your tenure gets nullified.

You're an alcoholic.

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

Get help.

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

Nate?

You don't know how long I've been wanting this to happen.

My father's dead.

I lied. My father found Frank.

He's in Coalport. He k*lled your father.

Don't tell Annalise.

Dr. Lowell! She's pregnant.

Oh, my God. I know her.

[Monitor beeping]

[Air rushing]

[Woman vocalizing]

[Distant] No sign of hydrops.

[Distant] Good.

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

Page down to plastics.

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

[Vocalizing continues]

[Heartbeat thumping]

There is some concern with smoke inhalation.

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

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

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

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

I know, and I promise you, I'm gonna tell you everything I can, okay?

H-Have you thought about contacting the others?

No. What am I...

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

Hi.

[Speaking indistinctly]

I'm here. Just don't worry.

I know. I'm on it.

Please try to trust me.

[Speaking indistinctly]

Laurel's pregnant.

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

The funeral, flowers, any burial services.

That won't be necessary.

[Breathes deeply]

Do you need a moment?

No.

Cremate him.

Of course.

Just are you in town for a bit?

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

[Cellphone ringing]

[Cellphone beeps]

Can anyone see you calling me right now?

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

Leaving the funeral home.

Oh. How was it?

Lovely.

Stupid question. Sorry.

Have you seen Frank?

No.

You'll call me when you do?

If I do.

I'll call you later.

[Cellphone beeps]

Thank you.

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

Wes: No.

Mm. You better start saving for a ring.

Personally, I think anything under three karats is a red flag.

Laurel: What are you guys talking about?

Waitlist is meeting Meggy's parents tonight.

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

Oh, that's a big deal.

It's not.

It is.

And you need to dump her before this goes bad.

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

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

That's ridiculous.

No, what's ridiculous is you dating doughnut-hole here when the only thing you guys have in common is m*rder.

Can we not talk about this right here?

Maybe I should date Waitlist.

Or Laurel. Or we could be a throuple.

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

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

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

Hey, guys, I got a trade opportunity.

Dumbass Gavin over there hasn't even started the evidence outline.

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

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

I can get it to you by Monday.

Great.

Did you actually do the reading for evidence?

No, and I didn't for this exam either, so I'm just gonna...

Oh, my God.

What is that?

Uh... it's a xeroxed ass.

My ass! [Chuckles]

Does that turn you on, Walsh?

This is sexual harassment.

Why don't you go tattletale to Mommy then?

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

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

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

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

I told her not to come back.

I ain't trying to deal with anyone.

Hey, Camila, I get it.

That's right.

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

What my mouth got to do with anything?

You've got a loud mouth.

Don't be dealing with that all the time.

That's true.

Miss Annalise, can I get you some champagne?

[Indistinct talking]

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

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

I'm sorry.

Yvonne asked you if you wanted something to drink.

You look like you need it. We got champagne.

Cheap champagne. I do not recommend it.

I'm trying to cut back.

Why? You pregnant?

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

Then you can't use your period as an excuse for this mood you in.

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

Since when has my mood been dependent on a man?

Ooh, does that mean you done with him?

There she go. Queen of THOT-land.

Y'all know my radar perks up when the conversation turns to fine-ass sexy men.

Camila: If you're talking about that same guy that you showed me in that picture one day, then I want first dibs.

I got him next.

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

You'd love to what?

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

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

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

You're too greedy.

First you're not happy with the white man, now you're not happy with the black man.

Better than being sloppy like some people I know, sleeping with their husband's friends.

But see, it worked, didn't it?

I found out Tyler was screwing our neighbor.

Heffa, everyone knew your husband was sleeping with the neighbor.

Well, how come no one told me?

We did!

We did!

See, that's messed up.

[Door opens]

What's up, ladies?

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

We don't want your stuff.

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

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

For the last 10 years?

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

Clean from what?

Oh, Ro didn't tell you about her cr*ck-den days?

It was cocaine mostly.

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

But I did the work, used God and sex to make me feel good, throw some AA meetings in there, and I'm good to go.

She still drinks.

[Fading out] It was that one time.

If you mean by "one time" every Tuesday and Thursday down at Jazzy C's...

Why'd you do it?

Which part?

You think this is funny?

Annalise would k*ll me if she knew I was here, Frank.

Mm, take a number.

She's probably got another hit man on his way here right now.

I don't blame her for that.

You sh*t Mahoney while Wes was standing right there.

Why?

What? You didn't?

Somebody else just happened to sh**t him?

It was me.

Why take Wes?

[Sighs]

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

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

Maybe Sam was wrong about me.

Don't say that.

None of this would've ever happened if they just left me in there.

[Metal door opens, creaks]

[Footsteps]

Get up.

Why?

'Cause we're gonna b*at your ass.

Kidding. You got a visitor.

[Buzzer, metal door opens]

[Door clangs shut]

Who the hell are you?

Dr. Keating.

[Keys jingling]

Sit.

Your Aunt Bev knows my sister Hannah from high school.

She was saying how worried your family is, that nobody's heard from you.

You don't want them to visit?

I'm in solitary.

Yeah, but that was before.

You haven't spoken to your parents in what a few months?

Okay, look, I've worked with a lot of people in your similar situation.

Sociopaths?

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

There's tons of research to show how that impacts family dynamics.

Good to know.

Truth?

Your parents told me you were up for parole.

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

I even have a lawyer for a wife who I believe can win your case.

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

Let me help get you there.

Threatening a guard, assaulting an inmate, and that's on top of attempted m*rder?

Here's what I think.

You need to say "No" to your sister for once in your life.

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

Well, if you want me to take a case pro bono, how about not a white boy who has violent tendencies?

What?

Well, how is this different than you asking me to help Bonnie?

Bonnie didn't try to k*ll her father.

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

That's a reach.

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

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

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

[Buzzer]

Don't get up.

Before we start, let me be blunt.

[Door clangs shut]

The only way I see you getting out is if you admit guilt.

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

You got to say you did it on purpose.

Do I need to repeat myself?

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

What does that mean?

Your husband's kind of vanilla.

And...?

You seem the opposite of vanilla.

Neither of us are vanilla.

You guys got kids?

Trying.

What's the problem? His junk not work?

Sexual advance on a female guard, inciting a fight in your cellblock.

Only a moron commits these kinds of infractions when you're up for parole.

Or you just don't want out at all?

Which is it?

I've always been kind of a moron.

[Door opens]

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

Your phone rang.

Laurel?

No.

[Door creaks]

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

I mean, we can cook them into slop, feed it to pigs, or just spread them in the worst place imaginable.

My sister might actually take them.

Oh, so your sister showed up?

Yeah, she's here now.

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

It's fine.

How are you?

Great.

I have the whole house to myself this weekend.

I'm gonna eat and watch bad movies.

You still have the list of AA meetings I left on your desk?

Bonnie, just go and be with your sister.

Thanks.

[Cellphone beeps]

Together: God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.

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

Together: Hi, Jonathan.

Any visitors here for the first time today?

Hi.

We usually start by saying our names.

Do I have to?

[Laughter]

Annalise.

Together: Hi, Annalise.

Jonathan: Thank you for joining us today, Annalise.

[Applause]

Simon: "Once Middleton was made aware of the circumstances, the office of the President immediately began a review.

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

A new instructor has been assigned to the Legal Clinic effective immediately."

Ding-dong, the bitch is dead.

Can they do this?

Of course.

She pushed too far.

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

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

Okay, we need to storm the President's office, do an "Oh, Captain! My Captain!"

Maybe this just means we're finally free.

Free of what?

Her.

Oliver: This is bad, isn't it?

She'll figure something out. She always does.

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

Poor Annalise.

Soraya: Had to figure I'd run into someone I know at one of these sooner or later.

Professor Erickson?

You think he could do a better job than me?

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

I don't care what you think.

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

Is that the only reason you're here?

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

You think there's a chance in hell they would've suspended you if they thought you had a legitimate case?

[Scoffs] Unbelievable.

You know what? Stop fighting, Annalise.

It's not cute anymore.

Bonnie: Come home with me.

What?

She needs to hear you say it...

That Sam forced you to keep it from her.

I could've told her, anyway.

You couldn't... because Sam got into your head... just like he did to me.

This is a woman who wants me dead.

Because she blames you for the baby, and that's fair.

You know that.

Of course I do.

Then come home and tell her that.

She'll forgive you.

You just need to forgive her first.

He was lying to me in there.

Why? That's your job to figure out, but plenty of people prefer a life on the inside.

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

Sounds nice to me.

Doesn't make any sense, though.

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

Commits crimes in jail so he doesn't have to deal with the real world.

My job is hard enough dealing with people who actually want to be out.

He wants out. He's just... confused.

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

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

That's not fair.

Well, neither is guilting me into being a mother.

That's not what this is about.

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

You're reaching, and you know it.

When's the last time you touched me?

Ever since I said no to IVF, I'm not enough for you... Is that it?

Annie...

You can't stand the idea of being stuck all alone in this house with me.

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

Come here.

[Sighs]

You're all I need.

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

I'm sorry.

You... are enough for me.

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, Oh ♪

Look what I found in the basement.

One of my dad's hiding spots, clearly.

I'm not drinking that.

You want to toast our first night here with water?

[Cups clink]

♪ Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

Aw!

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

Never again.

Come here.

♪ Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

[Breathes sharply, grunts]

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪

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

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

I'll call the doctor.

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

Everyone's gonna hate us.

Two Professor Keatings on one campus.

The new power couple.

[Chuckles]

They only hired me as assistant professor.

Well, for now.

You'll get tenure in record time, way before me.

[Chuckles] Like that was ever a question.

Wow, someone's getting cocky pretty fast.

Yeah, you love it.

Mm.

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

[Grunts]

♪ Let go, let go, let go ♪

[Bottles clinking]

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

[Sighs]

Where is it?

What are you talking about?

One of you took my laptop. Give it back.

Ooh, this is good.

This isn't funny!

Unwad your panties, bro.

I went to the bathroom. It was right there. I came back, and it was gone, and I will call security if I have to.

I dare you.

Ain't afraid of no Po-po.

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

It is illegal to do an unlawful search and seizure of someone's belongings.

This isn't funny. That computer was expensive and I don't have money to blow like the rest of your spoiled asses.

Spoiled?

Oh, you think we don't know that you're just here playing at law school until you can swap a rich daddy for a rich husband?

Go anywhere near my bag or anyone else's in this room and your laptop won't be all you're missing, you spineless, tiny-balled, whiny excuse of a man!

Walk away.

So, Wes, where you from?

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

Oh. Army brat?

Uh, Dad, can you just let him eat?

This is not an interrogation.

All right, maybe just a little bit.

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

So, what do your parents do?

Dad.

How is that not a fair question?

Wes' mom d*ed of cancer and he never met his father.

I apologize.

It was a really long time ago.

What kind of cancer?

Oh, my God.

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

It's okay. Stomach.

Brutal.

Yeah.

♪ These are the days in your life ♪
♪ When the price of time is free ♪
♪ Like your daddy said, the world is yours ♪
♪ So let it flow naturally ♪
♪ All the season's changes, score them with a kiss ♪
♪ Yes, hey, girl ♪

[Scatting]

♪ And welcome all life's tricks ♪
♪ So eat the peach out the pit ♪
♪ Oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh ♪

[Glass thumps lightly]

♪ Oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪

[Beeps]

[Cellphone rings]

♪ We were reckless, but so precise ♪

Nate: You reached Nate Lahey.

Leave a message.

[Beeps]

I knew you weren't gonna pick up.

But I was calling to say you're lucky I sent you away because now you don't have to deal with this mess anymore, and I got a lot of it.

Like I need to tell you. [Scoffs]

Um.

You can thank me next time you see me.

♪ Oh ♪

[Beeps]

You up?

Yeah.

I can't go back.

Even if she says she'll forgive me, she can't.

And maybe I don't have to go back.

Maybe neither of us do.

Run away with me.

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

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

Find some boring town.

Get normal jobs.

Make a family.

We'd have cute babies, no?

I'm only teasing.

You mind if I turn on the TV?

Go ahead.

[TV clicks on]

Man on TV: Everything...

You know, life escalates.

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

My wife's a hard sell, Frank, but her bull detector's pretty good.

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

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

I do worry, though.

You're scared to get out.

No, that's stupid.

Then why do you keep screwing up in here?

Because the only reason I can think of is that you can't forgive yourself for what you did.

It was an accident, Frank.

My parents tell you that?

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

He took the TV out of my room... yelled at me when I didn't help out around the house, as a dad should do.

And still, I thought it was worth k*lling the guy over.

You were 13.

You didn't know what you were doing.

I planned it for weeks.

Waited for the perfect moment.

Looked forward to it.

And when it was over and he was under that car, screaming like an animal in a trap, my only thought was, "You idiot, Frank.

You couldn't even k*ll him right."

Now tell me I should get out of here.

You should.

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

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

Hey.

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

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

You have good in you.

[Groaning]

Wake up.

[Breathing quickly]

Sorry.

It's okay.

Your dad?

How about Oregon?

They have these beach towns with giant sand dunes and trees, and it rains a lot, too, so we won't feel bad if we stay inside all the time.

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

Can't imagine you on a hike.

That's the point.

We'd do things that make us forget.

[Man vocalizing]

Connor: [Distant] ...but the 4th Circuit's opinion found Rule 17-A applies to only those asserting a claim, that people can sue whoever they want, so why did the Supreme Court find in favor of the respondent in Vaden v. Discover Bank?

[Normal voice] Castillo.

What was the question?

Michaela: Ms. Vaden failed to disprove the presumption that she received a binding arbitration clause in the mail, and therefore agreed to the contract.

Now say it with a Southern twang.

What are you talking about?

Your hillbilly came out when you were bitching out Simon.

It did not.

It did.

It was pretty thick.

It happens in sex sometimes, too, P.S.

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

It's like a cross between, like, [Southern accent] Louisiana alligator wrestling and Georgian peach picker.

We just broke up.

[Knock on door]

♪ Glass empty or full ♪
♪ Quench my thirsty tongue, I'm drinking it ♪

Hey, come on.

Come on.

Come on in. Ooh.

Dance with me, Wes.

Ooh! [Laughs]

Ooh! Mm-mm-mm. [Laughs]

♪ Oceans old and new ♪

I'm just fooling around with you.

♪ It's your decision ♪
♪ I'm already lost ♪
♪ Lost, lost ♪

Mm.

♪ Don't try to reason ♪
♪ By the time I inhale, exhale, I'm back again ♪

What's wrong?

I thought you weren't supposed to be drinking.

Oh. [Scoffs]

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

Hey! This is my song!

♪ No, no, no, ah ♪

Lucky I sent you away because now you don't have to deal with this mess anymore, and I got a lot of it.

Everything okay?

Like I need to tell you.

[Cellphone beeps]

Family drama.

I know how that goes.

Oh.

Every woman in my office would stone me if they found where I was right now.

You can't tell anyone about us.

Oh, we are consenting adults, Nate.

I'm serious.

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

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

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

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

It'll probably work, too.

That's how life rolls for that woman.

The lady's got nine lives.

You got to see this.

What are you doing here?

I asked Oliver for a favor.

What kind of favor?

I hacked Simon's laptop.

You stole his computer?

Nope, that was me.

Michaela.

You're insane.

Who are you? Seriously.

You some sort of hillbilly klepto all of a sudden?

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

Couldn't find the outline. Check again.

I found something better.

Laurel: Oh, my God.

What the...

I knew it.

[Coughs, gasps]

Here.

[Groaning]

Here.

Listen.

[Groaning]

So much for that 100% Indian hair.

[Chuckles]

[Crying]

Go!

Go away.

Go away!

Just...

No.

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

I'm disgusting.

No. Here.

[Crying]

You sh*t me.

You wanted me dead.

[Sobs, sniffles]

I saw it in your eyes. You hate me.

You hate me.

That's not true.

You protect me.

And I just want to do the same for you.

Ohh.

[Sniffles]

[Crying]

How's... How's Meggy?

Huh? Huh?

Is she good to you?

Very.

Oh.

Too good?

'Cause Nate's too good to me.

I tried to be okay with it.

I really did.

I really did.

[Crying]

No.

[Shoes clatter]

You need some water?

[Sighs]

[Door closes]

Parole cases are time-consuming and tedious, but my husband seems to like you for some reason, and I tend to think that my husband has good taste.

He picked me, after all.

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

Understood?

Yeah.

Okay, you got yourself a lawyer.

Now, we need to go over the details of what happened to your father, all right?

I got the police report right here.

I need to...

You okay?

[Breathes sharply]

You need to tell me your side of the story.

Spare no details.

[Vomits]

You pregnant or something?

Boy, right?

How'd you know?

Don't marry a lawyer.

[Grunts]

Take him!

[Knock on door]

Michaela: I just had a feeling it was him.

He's always so aggro about you and that he's never gotten to be first chair, and... and with your job on the line, I just thought maybe I should just look through his computer.

She stole his computer for the arbitration outline.

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

Otherwise they'll know that Michaela stole it.

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

No one's ever gonna believe that.

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

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

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

What are you gonna do?

Make that weenball pay.

Honestly, you sure?

Yeah.

I mean, the D.A.'s office could've put these up or anyone who knows what we've done, but it wasn't any of them.

It was just some sad, pathetic lost boy.

We're safe. We're still safe.

[Knock on door]

Mind if I come in?

What's going on?

Stop! What are you doing here?

I came to return this.

Somebody put that there, planted it.

Don't lie to me!

Slander, defamation, hate crime if you want to bring race into it, and it all leads to your expulsion or worse... prison!

What are you gonna do?

That's up to you.

Michaela: Mr. Gibbins, give us an example of procedural versus substantive unconscionability.

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

Wrong. Mr. Millstone?

[Southern accent] I object, Your Honor.

I object to the question, I object to your tone, and I object that we don't have a cool pitcher of sweet, home-brewed lemonade to get us through these proceedings.

Are you done?

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

Like a Beyoncé Southern or a "Deliverance" Southern?

We have an exam tomorrow.

[Normal voice] Come on, just tell us where your accent's from.

Is it your birth parents or adopted parents?

It's none of your business.

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

The people who raised me are trash.

I am who I am not because of them but in spite of them.

They are not worth my breath or time, especially when we have an exam, so let's never speak of them again or I'll cut you all into little pieces.

Simon: Hey.

It's the arbitration outline.

We good now?

What the hell just happened?

I don't know. Does it matter?

I'm gonna go make copies.

[Cellphone vibrating]

What's wrong?

I need to break up with Meggy.

Dinner with her dad went that well?

[Chuckles]

I'm sick of lying to her.

[Sighs]

Think I should stay with her?

No. Do what you want.

We're all so messed up.

Annalise, especially.

But you...

I'll break up with Meggy.

Frank's gone.

Frank isn't gone.

[Lock disengages]

Frank?

[Crying]

[Sniffles]

Hi.

I wanted you and your board to have a chance to review my lawsuit before I file.

[Door closes]

Retaliation by the university for speaking my mind, gender, race, age discrimination, a hostile work environment, wanton breach of contract, neglect.

Neglect?

The fliers.

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

Instead, you've devoted university resources to having me disbarred, the legality of which is questionable in its own right.

$50 million?

Go big or go home.

What do you want?

A truce. Reverse my suspension.

I go back to teaching the clinic.

You still don't have your license...

That's being taken care of.

Because you went to one AA meeting?

This is not up for negotiation.

Either give me what I want or wake up tomorrow to a lawsuit that will color the entirety of your short run as university president.

Fine, I'll make the calls right now.

Thank you.

Annalise.

How are you? Really.

You can't get better alone.

Believe me, I've tried... and failed enough times to know.

Make those calls.

[Sighs]

[Door closes]

Stop, please. At least let me warn Bonnie.

Bonnie lied.

Fine, then you tell her.

I just... I can't.

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

Laurel needs to tell you something.

She can't speak for herself?

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

Please just listen.

All right.

Fine. What?

Say something.

It's about Frank.

What?

He's in Coalport with Bonnie.

He called me when I was with my dad, and he told me that you tried to k*ll him.

Is it true? Did you? Is that true?

Can you tell us the truth for once?

Bonnie: Laurel.

I'm here.

I know. I'm on it.

Please try to trust me.

Laurel's pregnant.

I had no idea.

Just stay here, okay?

I promise I'll keep you updated.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

[ Cellphone ringing]

Pick up. Please pick up.

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

Connor: This is Connor. You should text me.

[Cellphone beeps]

Connor, pick up, please.

[ Cellphone ringing]

Please pick...

Trishelle: Hello?

Who's this?

Trishelle. Who's this?

Oliver. Were...

I'm looking for Connor Walsh.

Is that whose phone this is?

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

Darn thing was vibrating my booty.

Mom!

Someone named Oliver looking for Connor.

I don't know where he is, Oliver.

Are you sure?

Yeah, what's wrong?

You haven't heard?

Heard what?

Annalise's house b*rned down. The cops arrested her.

Laurel was inside, but they found her.

What?

She's pregnant, Michaela.

Laurel.

Did she tell you?