How to Get Away with Murder (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 12 - She's a Murderer - full transcript

A stunning discovery in Sam's murder case leads to changes for Annalise and the students, while their latest case is a complex one involving the mob.

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

I shot Annalise Keating,

but I was drugged by Philip Jessup.

The police won't tell
us anything about Philip,

if they know where he is.

It's not my job to take
care of you anymore.

I just got an e-mail.

It's a video from that night.

Connor, talk to me.

I think Philip's back.

I just can't keep doing this,

not if I'm ever going to
actually get to know you.

I killed Lila.

Who are you?

I won't let you get hurt. Or your son.

Wes went to the health center

and they checked
him into the psych ward.

He's a mess.

He just needs you to forgive him.

♪ ♪

Just sit down, Rose.

Come on. Sit down.


Come on.

I'm sorry, but I was afraid

that you would refuse to talk
to me if you knew who I was.

And you think this is better?

I'm not asking you to lie.

I only want you to
tell me what you know.

You're asking me for
a lot more than that.

Just tell me what you saw that night.

Why do we have to go through this again?

Because your story has to be airtight
if we put you on the stand.

It's stayed the same every
time you've asked.

And you don't mind
telling me one more time.

Let's go... from the beginning.

It's a habit I picked
up from my father...

first one in, last one out.

I've worked the night
shift since I started.

Get there at 8:00, finish
up around 3:00 a.m.

What time would you
get to the 11th floor?

Around midnight.

I guess I started dozing
off around midnight,

decided that I should head home,

so I started packing up my stuff

when the, uh, cleaning lady came in.


Rose, yeah. Right.

Did you see anyone when
you got out of the elevator?


The floor was empty.

But then I went into the
corner office and saw him...

Mr. Mahoney.

- Which one?
- Charles.

The young one.

The older one never stayed that late.

We talked about the
weather... something like that,

how the rain hadn't let up.

And, um... then I left.

What did you talk about?

The rain.

Did they tell you to say that?


The roads were slick, so...

it took me longer to
get home that night.

When I saw the police
lights on my street,

I thought maybe there had, you
know, been a car accident.

Then I saw they were outside
our front door.

So, I-I pushed inside, and I saw Vickie.

She was covered in blood.

That's... That's enough. We're done.

I've got good news.

Your story matches Rose's.

You spoke to her?

She's agreed to testify.

Congratulations. You've got your alibi.

Is she dead?

What did we do?

His e-mail is Argus.

It's from Greek mythology.

Argus is a 100-eyed
giant who sees everything,

which means
Philip... has seen everything.

Isn't that cute of him? He's
taunting us with nicknames.

So what do you want me to do?

I'm not in the video.

You don't get to hold
a grudge right now.


Because you all said some
very hurtful things.

Yeah, and you made us shoot
you, so I think that we're even.

Laurel shot me.

You ran away, as you tend to do.

Interesting, too, isn't it,

that you're the only one not in this?

What, you think that I sent it?

Anything's possible with you people.


Let's be clear about something.

I was a mess that night.

So I didn't stop to record anything.

Plus, I went back in the house.

Don't you remember that?

I tried to stop you from bleeding out.

M-Maybe I did.

I mean, maybe I'm the
reason that you're still alive.

I'm sorry.

It's just... We need your help.


Finally, you remember your manners.

Call the others.

Wait, isn't it
better that they don't know?

Especially Asher... He could flip out.

Millstone is the
reason we're in this mess.

He doesn't get a pass.

Call everyone except for Wes.

We spent that whole
time defending Rebecca.

You... You sat in
that courtroom with us,

even after what we did with Sam.

The only reason why any of
that was okay was because...

he killed Lila... Sam.

Not you.

It was me.



You can't say it because you're lying.

You didn't do it!

I did.

Then tell me why you did it.

Was it because you knew Lila?

Because you were sleeping with her?

- No.
- Then tell me why!

I had to.


Don't you dare answer that.

- It's Annalise.
- I don't care.

Oh, my God.

You did it for Annalise?

'Cause Annalise knew that,
uh, Sam got Lila pregnant.

So she had you kill her?

I'll explain. Just...

Hang on.

Sorry. I was in the shower.

Philip recorded the
kids at the mansion that night.


Just get to the house. I'll explain.


Okay, w-w-we'll be right there.

¡No manches! IVete
muchísimo a la fregada¡

Ay, tranquila.

Tranquila, respira...

♪ ♪

Frank, finally. Where's Laurel?

What, she's not here?

No, and she's not answering her phone.

Maybe Philip kidnapped
someone for real this time.

- What took you so long?
- I didn't hear my phone.

Will someone please show
me the fricking video?

What do we do, respond?

We should call Oliver,

- have him hack that bitch back.
- No.

I agree.

It's too dangerous to involve Oliver.

Frank, get your guy to
see if he can find out

where the e-mail came from.

Well, what do we do if we find him?

I mean, we're not gonna...

He's a hacker.

We're not gonna be
able to find him by tracking

- his I.P. address.
- We have to try.

It's a trap.

He didn't send it to the police.

He sent it to us
because the only thing it proves

is that Philip also was at
the scene of the crime that night.

So, sit down, take a deep breath,

and let Mommy take care of
it the way she always does.

If this is about why
Michaela keeps calling,

I don't care.

Me neither.

Then why are you here?

- Who's Charles Mahoney?
- I don't know.

What's going on?

Nothing. You're acting weird.

You are, too.

I had a fight with Frank,

and I don't want to talk about it.

Well, I don't want to talk, either,

but you came here.

Tell me who Charles Mahoney is,

and then I'll tell you what
our fight was about.

I don't know who he is.

Right, but then you have a
whole file of things about his trial.

Annalise dropped it off.

You saw her?

No, she just left this file here,

and I don't know why...

other than to make me go crazy.

Go crazy about what?

My mother.

Annalise knew her.

Oh, my God.


Dude, open your pie hole.

He e-mailed again.


"Deposit $1
million in the below account

within 36 hours, or this
goes to the police..."

Now what...


Frank. My office.

Retire the Men's Warehouse.

What the hell?

You have to look the part
if I'm taking you to Ohio.

I get to go?

No hotel bars, no girls, no anything.

I need you on your "A"
game, assuming you have one.

- I'll be a saint.
- Ooh.

Like a glove.

What's this?

New duds for the Mahoney trial.

Oh, Fishtown's going to the majors.

- Congrats.
- Thanks.

- How long we going for?
- No more than a month.

- A month?
- Seriously,

what if that thing
decides to come out early?

Women have been giving
birth since time began.

I can definitely stand in
a courtroom while pregnant

and kick ass.

I was only asking so I can
pick which weekends to visit.

Oh, no, no, no, I don't
want you sniffing around,

talking to my belly.

Exactly. We got to focus on the case.

Ohio, here we come.

We should go to Ohio.

We could read the transcript, see

- how your mom was involved.
- No.

There's got to be a ton of flights.

We're not flying to Ohio when
I can just ask Annalise.

She doesn't want to see you.

How do you know that?

Because I asked her to help me get you

out of the psych ward, and she said no.

Don't worry. She'll get over it.

But we can get the answers on
our own until that happens.

I don't have money to just
buy a last-minute plane...

It's on my father.

Window or aisle?

♪ ♪

You want to
know why Philip's an idiot?

'Cause he thinks a
self-employed lawyer's

got $1 million lying around.

Well, I do have some of it.

Sam's insurance money.

And if you want something
to worry about,

find your girlfriend.

The more time goes by,

the more I think she
actually did get kidnapped.

Enter the word or
phrase separated by plus signs,

and it'll find all
instances of that word

from the judicial database.

So, if we were
looking for Rose Gibbins...

Actually, it's...

Rose Edmond.

What if we wanted to pull
up all the court transcripts

from a specific
case... U.S. v. Charles Mahoney?

- When was the trial?
- 2005.

All court transcripts before
aught-nine are hard copy only.

I can have them
delivered from storage if you like.

We have time.

Mm. Suit yourself.

So, Gibbins is your dad's last name?


They changed my name when
I went into foster care.

They thought it'd help me acclimate.

And you believed that?

Such a baby.

I'll go get us some snacks or something.

at Mahoney Hedge Management?

- $7 an hour.
- That's not a lot.

A woman in your position might
try to earn money in other ways.

Testifying in this trial, for example.

I didn't get paid to do this.

You're telling us there
wasn't a bank account set up?

Maybe a college fund for
your son, Christophe,

in return for your cooperation?

You promised you wouldn't
bring my son into this.

Don't look at her. I'm
the one asking the questions.

What about a green
card to stay in the country?

This was a mistake. I
can't do this for you.

Your immigration
status has nothing to do

You say that,

but a prosecutor might
want to call I.C.E.,

and then what happens to Christophe?

You can trust me.

I won't let anyone hurt you two.

Shame on you...

Rose, wait. I can fix this, all right?

Listen, let me explain.

She wants assurance that
she'll be protected from deportation.

Tell her yes.

I did, but she specifically
asked to testify anonymously.

I spoke to the judge, and he agreed,

so she'll be giving a
statement in another room,

her identity and voice obscured.

What jury is going to believe a witness

It's my job to make them believe her.


You need to look into someone's eyes

to know whether or not they're
telling the truth.

That's not gonna happen here.

So, either we agree to
this, or Charles loses his alibi.

You tell Rose that the only reason

she and her son have
a roof over their heads

is because of the paychecks
this company has been giving them

over the years.

Don't look at him.

Shall I talk to her?

Do you need me to take care of this?

We need to trust Ms. Keating, Sylvia.

We hired her for a reason.

She has a reputation for taking risks.

Dad, there has to be some other way.

- I mean, she's poor...
- Shut your mouth.

This woman holds our son's
life completely in her hands.

As a parent, I'm sure she can appreciate

how concerned we are for his fate.

Please remind her of that.

Laurel and Wes'
phones are both going to voicemail.


If I can prove there's no premeditation,

I can plead voluntary manslaughter.

That's, what, 10 years? 15, max?

I'd be massive by the
time I get out, all swole and...

What are you doing right now?

I'm just trying to
get ahead of this thing

- before the video comes out.
- It's not going to.

Okay, but if it does,

it's only fair that I take
the fall and explain everything,

- or at least some...
- Do you trust me?

- Yeah.
- Then believe me when I say

I will tell you when
it's time to freak out.

We're not there yet.

You know what would help calm him down?

You banging him.

You bang him. I'm fine right here.

Just talked to Laurel. She's
in bed with the flu.

- What'd you do?
- Nothing.

Seriously, I'm a much
better boyfriend these days.


That's how we're gonna go get the money.


- Yeah?
- Get your coat.

We're gonna pay a
visit to your boyfriend.

I hate it here.

How do you think I feel?

What is this?

A rare occurrence when I
come to offer an apology.

You were right about Philip.

It's in all our interests to find him.

What changed your mind?

To be honest, Ms. Pratt made
a strong case on your behalf.

So how do we find him?

First, you give me
a $250,000 retainer...

all cash, so there's no
record of our working together.

- Done. Then?
- You go to Catherine.

You get her to tell you
everything she knows about Philip.

- She already told us what she knows.
- Has she?

She in prison because of Philip.

Why would she still hide anything?

Because she's scared to tell
you the truth, disappoint you.

You have to stop making her
out to be the villain here.

We're not saying she's the villain.

We're saying she's
been victimized by one.

And you're the only
one she'll open up to,

especially if she thinks Philip
is still a danger to you.

Just talk to her.

That's all we're asking.

You let her in our house?

The FBI won't tell us anything,

but Annalise, she
wants to help us find Philip.

Why? Have you thought about that?

She was shot, Catherine.

Like you need to remind me.

She blames Philip for that, not you.

So if there's something else you know...

I won't be mad.

I love you.

Did he do it?

Maybe I killed them for Philip

because he's the
brother who'd actually love me

Must have been one long-ass trial.

♪ ♪

has been under surveillance
by the FBI and the FEC for years.

The government believes that
the company founded and run

with their savings.

But the Mahoneys have
yet to be brought to justice.


Because the one person on
the inside with a conscience,

Vickie Moran, was brutally
bludgeoned to death

by her fiancé, Charles Mahoney.

so he killed her with his own two hands.

someone like Charles
Mahoney as a greedy,

money-hungry monster out
to protect his fortune.

It's a cliché that the prosecutor

But it's a story he's made up,

a piece of bad fiction with no merit

and not a single
piece of physical evidence

against my client, Charles.

Here is the witness list.

No, but do any of the
names look familiar?

I'm Special Agent Alexandra Kain.

Ms. Moran started
working with me three months

prior to her murder.

She had been resistant
to my previous attempts,

but then agreed to act as my informant

after a physical-abuse altercation
with the defendant.

Objection. Hearsay.

There's an anonymous witness.


If the judge believed their
life was in danger.

That must be her.

on the back of the head,

Objection. Lack
of scientific foundation.

The trajectory
of blood spatter shows

and she thought his
company was in some trouble.

and had seen profits
exceeding all our expectations.


I found her.

The jury should note that the
witness will be under oath

and that their testimony should
be given the same weight

as any other testimony.

"Judge... 'Ms. Keating,
do you need more time'"...

to collect your witness?

My associate has assured
me that the witness is ready.

It should just be another moment.

Ms. Keating...

this is getting rather ludicrous.

- She didn't show.
- No, keep looking.

Witness G-34 is
listed as failure to appear.

She never testified.

Why do you
think I brought you with me?

To prevent this exact
thing from happening.

She said she had to use the ladies...

W-what, was I supposed
to follow her in there?

And the jury?

It's a setback. I've overcome worse.

My corporate attorneys
told me not to hire you,

that we would need a woman if
we had any chance at winning.

And with a jury made
up mostly of minorities,

a woman of color would be best.

So I found you.

Turns out, there aren't a
lot of women like you out there,

and chose to ignore this.

Maybe it'd even make you more
sympathetic to the jury,

I thought.

But now...

don't give your people a bad name.

♪ ♪

Hey, she's alive.


I might be home sooner than I thought.


You already get your "not guilty"?

I messed up with a witness today,

and I'm about to be fired.

You want my opinion?

Why else would I be calling you?

I think you should quit.

Who cares about keeping some
bastard rich kid out of jail?

That said, you will hate yourself

if you walk away right now,

and then I'll bear the brunt
of your crankiness for weeks.

So either way, it's about your feelings.

Well, who else's matter?

You know what?

I'm gonna quit just to make you suffer.

Suffer how?


No, I want to hear you say it.

Caleb just called.

Catherine gave him nothing.

You know, we could stop.

Let it all burn.

We'll go to jail.

But is this really better than that?

I never wanted children.

Never even crossed my
mind till I turned your age,

and everyone asking, "When? Why not?

You'll feel different when
the baby's in your hands.

It's the greatest
experience of your life."

Now I have five of them, and I know...

it's the worst experience of my life.

Everyone, go home.

Is everything okay?

No, but we're not gonna
fix anything tonight.

But what about the deadline? We
only have like 12 more hours.

We'll meet up in the
morning, decide what to do then.

Go. Have sex, get
drunk, whatever makes you happy

'cause we don't know what the
hell is gonna happen tomorrow.

They're closing.

We can come back tomorrow.


They killed her...

when she didn't testify.

And made it look like a suicide?

You sound like Asher.

Except this time, it's true.

Annalise needs my mom as a witness

but gets her killed, leaves
her son an orphan,

so when he applies to law school,

she helps him get in...

I only got accepted here two days ago...

from the wait list.

Adds a fifth spot to her
team so he can work with her...

I've decided to hire one more of you.

And that one will be... Wes Gibbins.

And she protected me...

even after what I did.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

Tell me I'm wrong, Laurel.

I didn't
come because of Annalise.

I came to see how you were doing.

- How do you think I'm doing?
- Bitchy, apparently.

So much so, you can't appreciate

a friend coming to check on you.

'Cause I'm sorry,

but I don't see anyone else here.

Michaela. I'm sorry.

It's just...


- Catherine.
- Did she say something?


I-it's just...

I've never seen her this way.

And I know that's just what jail does

and that I need to be
there for her, but...

I don't know what to believe anymore.

You believe what makes you feel better.

I've missed you.

I know that's weird to say.

We don't know each other that well.

We've seen each other naked.

I think that means we know each other.

Can I?

You don't have to ask.

There was this case in New Jersey...

the defendant argued
diminished capacity because she had PMS.

They dropped the charge from
murder to manslaughter.

I could argue something
chemical too, right?

Like... Like 'roid rage or something...

Asher, I'm not doing this with you.

Well, as my lawyer, I-I might make you.

I'm not your lawyer.

- I-I know technically you...
- I'm not your girlfriend, either.

I protected you that night,

and that confused things.

But I can't be that person for you.

There's never a chance that...

things could change in the future?


You should go home and sleep.

You'll feel better in the morning.




You eat red meat, right?

Look at me.

Of course I eat red meat.

Are you sure I can't help?

Nope, you stay right there. I got this.



This looks good.

Save the compliments
till you've tasted it.

Honey, I'm home.

Uh, what was that?

Uh, it was just work stuff.

Okay, look, I know our sex
life hasn't been the greatest

since "the farter" took
over the living room,

but if you're on Dude4Dude right now...

No, no, no, It's just... Look.


I'm applying to transfer.

And I want you to come with me.

What are you talking about?

Philip, the serial killer,

he... he knows where we live.

I don't know why we're
waiting for him to break in

while we're sleeping to
steal locks of our hair

- when we should be moving.
- Okay, so let's move.

Doesn't mean it has
to be 3,000 miles away.

It's Silicon Valley.

I mean, y-you'll be readily employed,

and by someone far more appreciative
than Annalise.

Wow, she's really done a number on you.

Just think about it, okay?

It's warm.

We'll do yoga all the time,

and our asses will be totally toned.

Okay, well, I've
never even seen you study a lick,

so let's just see if you get in.

My ass is offended.

Oh, yeah? Is it?

Well, let me see it.

I'll be sure to make it feel better.

You're the horniest person I know.

You love it.


What's up?



'Cause the dress and you cooking...

I'm not sure what I'm
supposed to be thinking right now.

It's dinner. There's
nothing to think about.

Okay, but do you blame
me for at least wondering

why you're doing all this?

You know, I was just trying
to do something nice for you.

You want me to go?

Do what you want.

I'm sorry, okay, for saying that.

It wasn't intended the way you took it.

Thanks for dinner.

How did you intend me to take it?

How are my feelings not
supposed to be hurt?

This is hard for both of us, Annalise.

- What is, getting fed by me?
- Figuring this out... us.

Why do you come here then?

Visit me while I'm sick,

bring me Chinese food... why do that?

Because I'm trying to be here for you.

Is that all?

Because I'm the one thinking,

"Maybe he's coming here
because it's all an act.

He's just waiting for a
chance to make me pay."

You're serious?
You still think that's possible?

Look me in the eye and
tell me I'm wrong.

You're wrong.

You know how you can know that?

What good would that do
me to tell the truth now?

Tell me how that helps
out any of us at this point.

I forgave you, Annalise.

That's why I came here.

For dinner.

It's that simple.

Come here.

They said it'd take 20 minutes.

For a sandwich?

They better be good.

Mm-hmm. Cleveland's finest.

What really happened?

He's been calling all day.

He's my father... basically.

I know, it's a total cliché, but, yeah.

I fell for my father.

What's the deal with your father?


is not a good person,

to the point that,
uh, everything we've done

with Annalise... yeah, there's a reason

why I haven't been as messed
up by it as everyone else.

I thought I'd get away from
him, become someone better.

But instead, I ended up
dating a guy just like him

and liking it.

That's the worst part.

And I don't know what to
do with that, because...

what does that make me?

You're not a bad person.

- Shut up.
- I'm serious.

Maybe your dad is.

And Frank, Annalise.

But you've been watching out for
me when you didn't have to.


thank you is all I'm saying.

Stop being so nice. It
makes me feel weird.

That was...

I really shouldn't have done that.

Uh, yeah. We're...

We're just tired.


I'll go check on the food.

Great, yeah.

- You're not in trouble.
- Then leave me alone.

You looked me straight in the eye, and

you said you were telling the truth,

but you weren't, were you?

You didn't see Charles that night.

You can find another
witness. I know you can find someone.

I can't. It's only you.

I don't know what's gonna
happen anymore, Rose.

You said you would do this, and now...

this man...

I don't know what he will do
if you don't do what you promised.

You're just as bad as them.

Who was that?

No one.

- Go to bed.
- We were going to watch TV.

Since when is it okay to give me mouth?

You go to bed when I say.

Go to bed!

Here's all the
files on Rose Edmond.

The medical examiner's report,

and here's all the police reports

from the investigation.

Anything else?

♪ ♪

You really don't remember any of this?

I remember finding her.

Here. They call it a suicide.

"Cause of death
attributed to acute blood loss

from an incised wound to the neck.

Based on angle and
depth of the laceration,

it appears the
injury was self-inflicted."

Two medical examiners

and the case detective signed off on it.

This is my fault.

I made you come all the way here,

and it was a stupid idea.

Let's go home.

Ohio sucks.

What time is it?

A little past 8:00.


I can't remember the last
time I slept that late.

It's the sheets.

Yeah. They're nice.


You want my advice?

Of course.

You don't negotiate with crazies.

Wait him out.

Eventually, they surrender.

Anything else is
throwing fuel on the fire.


I'm with you.

You do...


There was no time stamp on the video.

We can easily say it was
taken on a different night.

I'm sure there's a way to
prove it was taken that night.

People saw us, what we were wearing.

But if we pay him... Have
you thought that through?

What's to stop him from
asking for another $1 million?

What's to stop him from
sending it to the police?

His fear of getting found.

Do you really think this
is about the money for him?

No, it's about
feeling small, insecure...

that, "Mommy and Daddy never loved
me," because they didn't.

And now he's taking it out on us.

We're gonna call his bluff.

- And what if he calls ours?
- Let him.

- 20 seconds until the deadline.
- Good.

Let him know that we're
in this together...

eight of us against
one of his pathetic ass.

Actually, just six, since
Wes and Laurel are still missing.

Maybe we tell him we need more time.

- No, we don't.
- 10 seconds.

Count it down.

Show him what we think of
him, that we don't give a flying...

Five, four, three, two, one.


Now get up and get
some work done for once.


We beat his ass. We beat his ass.

We beat his ass. He can suck on my...

Well, that didn't
last very long, did it?

When was this?

- Last night.
- He's here in town?

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

I need to talk to you.


Now is not a good time, Laurel.

I don't care.

- You will when you see this video.
- Philip's stalking us.

I said I don't care!


Did you know this whole time?

Know what?


You really don't remember any of this?

I remember finding her.


Is it true? Hmm?

Did Wes kill his mother?

♪ ♪