How to Get Away with Murder (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - He Deserved to Die - full transcript

Previously on
"How to get away with Murder"...

The search continues
for Lila Stangard.

What happened?

They found her in one of those water tanks.

Afraid you'll kiss me
again if we get too close?

"Never happening again."

That guy, he was just sex.

Oliver. I said leave!

You get Rebecca back.

Are you in love with her?

I need you to do something else for me.



Whatever you need.

Surveillance coverage of
O'Reilly for the last 48 hours.

Go tell Rebecca it's safe to come home.

I don't think you should go to jail

for something you didn't do.

No one's ever believed
in me like this before.

Come in.

You're safe now.

You're safe.

He's dead. He's dead.

We have to go.

There.

Good enough until we get you out of here.

Wes! Hurry the hell up!



Come on.

What?

Thank you.

It's gonna be fine.

Griffin called me around midnight,

asked if I had anything I could sell him.

So I went to the Frat House

and sold him some coke and molly.

He invited me to hang out,

so we started drinking, doing some lines.

Griffin said he had some pot,

so we went up to his room to smoke a bowl.

Next thing I know, we're kissing.

Um...

We had just started, when Lila came in.

Apparently, I texted her,
which I have no memory of.

I just remember Lila yelling, hitting me.

Griffin pulled her off.

I tried to find her to explain
what happened and apologize,

but I couldn't, until I got to the roof.

Then I strangled her and
stuffed her in a water tank.

My gosh. You guys are so gullible.

Rebecca, take this prep
seriously or go to jail.

Isn't it kind of your job to
make sure that doesn't happen?

You slut, white-trash killer.

You made Griffin
strangle that girl on the roof.

You liked watching her die

because that's
the piece of garbage you are!

That's what everyone in the
world is gonna say about you.

You don't care, neither do I.

I'm not the one that's gonna be beaten,
raped, and violated in jail.

That's on you.

So, what happened the night of Friday,
August the 29th?

Start from the beginning.

Maybe... maybe we should take a break.

Five minutes, and then we'll start again.

And Romeo saves Juliet again.

It's kind of sweet.

It's inappropriate
and unprofessional and crazy.

They got to be doing
the nasty by now, right?

Although,
I-I can't picture the puppy that way.

Why would you want to?

I picture everyone having sex.

How's it going with Aiden, by the way?

You two break up yet?

Unh!

Look at me like that again,
and I'll file a sexual-harassment suit.

Turn on the news.

What is it?

Sex is out of the bag.

A witness has
revealed new evidence

that Rebecca Sutter and Griffin O'Reilly

had sexual intercourse

the night that Lila Stangard was murdered.

There have been rumors of a relationship

between the two codefendants before,

but now an anonymous source
is claiming it was miss Sutter

who initiated the physical relationship,

as Mr. O'Reilly had
taken a vow of virginity.

Call the judge and get a
hearing for a gag order.

Proof of a sexual relationship
between the two codefendants

certainly gives more weight
to the prosecution's theory

that it was miss Sutter

who manipulated Mr. O'Reilly
into killing his girlfriend.

You still feel like making jokes now?

...like the story of a young love triangle

gone tragically awry.

The prosecution has
leaked gossip to the press

in order to slut-shame my client

- and poison the jury pool.
- That is an offensive accusation.

I move for an immediate gag order.
Ms. Keating is speculating, Your Honor.

She can make all the wild
allegations she wants.

Slutter cleans up pretty nice.

- My office had nothing to do with this leak.
- Really?

"O'Reilly and Sutter had sexual intercourse

"while high on cocaine, marijuana,

and methamphetamines,"

And that's a direct quote

from the detective's statement in discovery.

Which doesn't prove
that my office was behind it.

It could have just as easily

been Mr. O'Reilly and his counsel.

Right, because releasing information

that paints my client...
a devout, born-again Christian...

As a drug-taking,
sex-crazed jock serves our case how?

It doesn't matter who leaked it.

Everyone knows that it's the woman

who gets vilified in these scenarios.

I mean, look at these articles.

It's my client's face
smeared across the front page,

not Mr. O'Reilly's.

And that is my fault how?

I don't have editorial
control over the papers.

Enough grandstanding.

However this information got out...

And this court will be
investigating just that...

The public's appetite for this case

could result in undue
bias for the codefendants.

Therefore, I'm granting the gag order.

And from here on out,

none of you or your
clients speak to the press.

- Thank you, Your Honor.
- Thank you, Your Honor.

- Next case, Bailiff.
- Actually, Your Honor,

there is one other motion
I'd like to submit.

It's time-sensitive.

This is a hearing
for a gag order, Your Honor.

We're all here already.
Go ahead, Mr. Keegan.

My team's forensic expert
reviewed the autopsy photos

and discovered
Lilaseveral overlooked red marks

on the side of miss Stangard's neck.

He'll testify that these
marks are fingernail puncture

wounds left by the murderer.

Since my client is a quarterback

and keeps his nails clipped short,

he did not leave those marks.

What is the motion, Your Honor?

Or is Mr. Keegan here to just testify?

We move to exhume miss Stangard's body.

We believe a second autopsy
will point to Rebecca Sutter

as the sole murderer.

- Your Honor, hasn't the victim's family
- Mr. Keegan is making outlandish remarks

- suffered enough already?
- In order to fuel vitriol about my client!

The two of you will have plenty of time

to righteously object at the
hearing tomorrow morning.

We are adjourned.

So, they just dig up her body?

Won't she have turned to jelly by now?

They embalm corpses.
The formaldehyde slows bacterial decay.

I find it sexy/creepy
you know stuff like that.

Hey. Connor.

Hey...

You don't remember my name.

No, I totally do.

Wow. And I thought I was a slut.

Really? You've gotten naked

with so many boys
since hacker broke your heart,

you can't even remember their names?

The important thing is, they remember mine.

- Play on, player.
- I don't know what you're talking about.

Hey, you
planted that phone in my car.

Okay, like I'd know how to do that.

You guys, this is not...
You can't even believe what you're saying.

I'm laughing at how dumb you are.

You already confessed to killing her.

How dumb are you to think that
you're gonna get away with this?

No! Whoa, whoa.

That's the trailer trash I remember.

Is our... is our codefendant harassing you?

Because I would hate
to have to file assault charges

against miss Sutter, too.

He instigated it.

Well, that's not the way
the law works, young man.

I teach my students
the law, Mr. Keegan... no one else.

And from where I was standing,

my client was defending
herself against Mr. O'Reilly,

and I have witnesses here
who could testify to that.

Well, let's save the fun for
the courtroom, shall we?

Stay civilized, young lady.

Rebecca, let's go.

She's a terrorist.

Honestly. It...

It makes me grateful for the miscarriages.

Annie.

I'm serious.

Imagine having a child like that.

Asking for that second
autopsy was a brilliant move,

and I'd have done it
myself if I didn't think

that they'd find evidence against my client,

which... let's face it...
They probably will.

Relax.

Stop.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

You are working so hard.

Let somebody do something for you.

I said stop.

I need more time.

You get all the time you want.

I'll be here.

It's our job to keep
that body in the ground.

First, that means tearing
Griffin's forensic expert,

Dr. Erik Turner, a new one.

These are the thousands
of autopsies he's done.

Go through them.
Find anything to discredit him.

Also, come up with alternative theories

for the marks on Lila's neck.

- Insect bites, abrasion from the
water tank... - Postmortem decay.

Anything that's not Rebecca's fingernails.

Is it okay if I take
a couple hours off on Wednesday?

I just got a call

to come in and interview
at Sterling & White.

You're meeting at sterling?

Isn't it a little early for
summer associate interviews?

I guess they start at the top of the class

and work their way down.

Just be quick about it.
It's all hands on deck here.

Exactly. Shouldn't we all be
working full time on this?

Relax, Romeo. I'll be back in
time to help out your girlfriend.

- She's not my g...
- Yeah. Whatever you say.

What an adorable setup.

Speak of the devil, and she shall appear.

No need for pleasantries.

We both know why I'm here.

We do?

The city's medical examiner
performed a standard autopsy

the first time around.

You don't want this motion going
through any more than I do.

The surprise of the unknown.

The specter of new evidence

undermining the prosecutor's
well-laid-out case.

You read my mind.

What's that?

A sealed file... Commonwealth v. Holden.

It'll help you destroy Keegan's expert.

Why not use it yourself?

It'll also discredit about
a dozen other convictions

the DA's office won in
the past five years...

None of which happened
under my watch, of course.

Of course.

You'll use it?

I guess you'll see in court.

Expert witnesses are the dirty little secret

of our justice system.

What most of the public doesn't know

is that it's legal to pay
experts for their testimony.

You shell out enough cash,

and you can get them to
say just about anything.

So, the size, shape,
and curvature of the perforations

and the postmortem color tint
all support my conclusion

that these are fingernail puncture wounds.

And you believe
that the bruising pattern here

points to hand size.

Exactly... Someone with small hands.

Thank you, Dr. Turner. Nothing further.

How do you combat this corruption

within the expert community?

You impeach the expert's credibility,

preferably by pointing out

any sketchy evidence they
presented in the past.

Throw shade at them, basically.

Dr. Turner, let's talk about
Commonwealth vs. Holden,

a murder trial that you provided
expert testimony at last year

that helped convict the defendant.

Actually, I think the fact

that Mr. Holden was guilty
of murder helped convict him.

I have an internal
report from the DA's office

that questions the methods
and conclusions of your work

in the Holden case.

Objection! Lack of foundation, Your Honor.

I object, as well.

I haven't seen this report,

but even if it checks out, it's hearsay.

It falls squarely within the
business-records exception.

So, let's ask Dr. Turner

if he was made aware of the report...

Perhaps when the DA's office
banned you as an expert witness

because of your negligent work?

- Assuming facts not in evidence, Your Honor.
- Counsel is testifying, your honor.

Dr. Turner, were you aware
such a report exists?

Yes, Your Honor, but...

Nothing further.

Next, counterattack.

Find an expert to
out-expert your opponent's.

Isn't it possible
they could be insect bites?

There's a species called...

Redheads, like miss Stangard,

have hundreds of freckles, blemishes.

Sometimes, a mark is just a mark.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

They're trying to pin this
murder on an innocent girl.

So, please... Look at the book.

When you performed the original autopsy,

what did you think the red
marks on Lila's neck were?

Freckles.

Upon further research,

I now think they're postmortem bites

from insects of the culicidae family.

Is that possible, given that Lila Stangard's body

was in a water tank for several days?

That makes it even more likely.

The culex species thrives
in water-based environments.

Nothing further.

There's one more
way to block the motion...

Convince Lila's parents

to make a statement against the exhumation.

You figure that out,

and you'll get a reward
better than the trophy.

No, you listen to me, ma'am.

T-there are rats crapping
all over her apartment,

spreading God knows what diseases,

so maybe he should be
the one getting evicted.

Hello?

Tanya's eviction case?

The court isn't letting

the Landlord's previous
grievances into evidence.

I thought Daniel was gonna
write up a motion about...

Well, Dan got a job with the
public defender's office.

Tess got a boyfriend,
so she stopped showing up.

I have to hire people to replace them,

but I don't have any time

because my client and her four kids

are going to be living on my couch

if I don't win this case.

Really?

You wouldn't even give them your bed?

Hello.

Hi.

What?

You know who I could hire

without having to give an interview?

I thought you didn't hire first-years.

We don't.

'Cause they're never as smart as you.

I know. I know... You would
never leave Keating.

I wouldn't?

I'm a desperate man here.
Don't get my hopes up.

Let me... Let me think about it.

Of course, yeah.

You know, just so you know, they...

They finally fixed the lock
on my office door, so...

So, you know, maybe...

So...

Dessert could be... Something.

Here's a case where the court
ruled against exhumation

on religious grounds.

If the stangards were religious, then...

They're not.

That's why they were so weirded out

when she made that
virginity pact with Griffin.

Hey, what about measuring my
nails to see if they match?

If they don't, we can do that whole

"If the glove don't fit,
you must acquit" thing.

O.J. Trial.

Yeah. It's... It's just that...
Well...

Okay. It's a stupid idea.
Never mind. I'll shut up.

No, it's not a stupid idea.

Don't patronize me.

And yes, I know what "patronize" means,
fancy Ivy league boy.

You think
that I've spent my whole time

hanging around places like Middleton?

How would I know? You're, like,
the most privatest person ever.

I went to a community college,

then got a degree from a
night school in Willowick.

- Where the hell's that?
- Exactly.

I'm just saying,

you can do something after
this that's not dealing drugs.

Like, go to college, law school, even.

Yeah.

And then after that, I'll run for office.

Be the country's first ex-juvie
drug-dealer bartender president.

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

I know. I'll stop, okay?

Stop trying to change you

or whatever the hell it is
you think I'm trying to do.

I'll just stop trying to help.

No. Don't.

You should keep trying.

I got to go.

Don't do anything until I'm back.

Even if someone knocks,

don't answer unless you know it's me.

I'll let you know what to do
as soon as we make a plan.

Okay?

He wanted to kill me.

- I had no other choice.
- No.

I had to kill him, or he was gonna kill me.

- I saw the trophy sitting there.
- No.

- I hit him in the head. He deserved to die.
- Why are you saying this?

- And I'm glad he's dead.
- Stop it.

- Stop it!
- No!

Look, my trial's in a couple days.

I'm already going to jail.

And now you might, too, because of me,

and I will kill myself if that happens.

So, please...
please just let me help you for once.

The only thing you can do to help right now

is stay in this room and not leave.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Thank you for coming in, miss Pratt.

You're at, Middleton, right?

Yes.

I was also accepted at Yale and Columbia,

but I felt that Middleton was a better fit

for the kind of
hands-on education I wanted.

I've admired sterling & white's
work for quite a while now.

The visa antitrust litigation

was a master class
on innovative trial techniques.

No one told you why you're here, did they?

You mean who referred me?

I hate when this happens.

This is why you're here, miss Pratt.

We represent Robert and Mary Walker.

You're marrying their son Aiden.
Is that right?

This is a prenup.

It's for your protection, as well.

How'd the big interview go?

It was a really great first meeting.

I want to meet with other firms, though,

before I make a commitment.

They didn't hire you in the room?

That's a bad sign.

At least she got in the room.

Maybe if you stopped
stalking your ex online all day,

you'd actually have
some interviews of your own.

You people are so boring.
I'm hungry. Food?

I'm okay.

Hey, Mr. Darcy.

So, the terrorist
just hangs out at our house

in her free time now?

We need to keep a close eye
on her until her trial...

Keep her from sabotaging her own case.

I might... Know of a way

to help you convince the Stangards

to object to the second autopsy.

Something Lila told you?

Her parents didn't trust Griffin.

He was religious
and pressuring Lila to be, too.

They worried he was trying to control her,

that he had ulterior motives.

So, Annalise is the one
who suggested I come with you?

She thought we needed a woman's touch.

Don't think I didn't try
to take Michaela instead.

If we're gonna keep working with each other,

it cannot be this weird.

You told me to back off,
and now you want to be friends?

This isn't high school.

If you don't like me, then I don't like you.

That's how this works.

Freakin' millennials and
your damn entitlement.

Here she comes.

Stay calm, do what I said.

Ooh! Hi!

What a cute puppy!

What's his name?

Mr. Chips.

He's Mr. Chips! So cute.

I've always wanted one like him.

You work for that lawyer.

I've seen you in court.

Mrs. Stangard...

Get away from me.

Please. Just...

There's an ulterior motive

to doing a second autopsy on Lila...

One that helps Griffin.

His lawyer's done this before
in three of his other cases.

He exhumed his victims' bodies,

and each time, his client went free.

And if you let that happen again,

the pain you and your family will endure

as your daughter
is pulled out of the ground,

that will all be for nothing,

because this only helps Griffin.

The idea of Lila on that table...

I-I didn't want to think
of what they did to her.

But then we got to
put her to rest... finally.

And now this man...

He pretends he wants to find the truth,

which is a lie.

He wants to confuse the evidence,

to ensure that no jury will
ever convict Griffin or her,

these two monsters,
of killing our daughter...

...Like animals.

They murdered my baby girl.

So...

I'm begging the court... Please...

My little girl has been through enough.

Just let her rest in peace.

I know that was tough,

but she said what we needed
to block the exhumation.

It's okay.

She was my friend, okay?

I don't care what that woman said.

She was my friend, and...

Whatever.

Looks like there's
trouble in Paradise.

Some guys can only get it up for crazy.

Mystery man's coming.

You forgot his name,
and he's still into you?

What do you have, some
sort of voodoo penis?

See you back at the house.

I'm so freakin' mad I wasn't born gay.

Julien.

You remembered.

Here's what I think.

There's a bar across the street.

Let me buy you a drink,

and if I prove worthy of your time,
we move into dinner.

A date.

Yeah. A date.

So, you also forgot that I have a boyfriend.

Well, this couldn't get
any more embarrassing.

Relax. We met on humpr.

I barely remember, too.

How about I make you remember?

Okay.

Now I definitely remember.

Thought you could use a drink.

Vodka Martini, twist of lemon.

You're not having one?

I'll have one with dinner.

You hungry? I can make something.

Mnh.

I have to draft this motion in limine.

I'll be here when you're done.

Sam.

Mrs. Stangard made a statement
against the exhumation, so...

Thank you.

Please be seated.

Ms. Parks, I understand you have a request.

Yes, Your Honor.

Given the conflicting
testimony presented so far,

I felt compelled to hire our own expert,

who came to the same conclusion

that the red marks on the victim's neck

are consistent with
fingernail puncture marks

caused by a woman.

What the hell are you doing?

I would like to submit

these signed affidavits into testimony.

Your Honor, I find it very suspicious

that Ms. Parks has suddenly changed

her point of view on this motion.

I had to, Your Honor.

It would have been unethical

not to report these new findings.

Let's review the new evidence
and adjourn until tomorrow.

Next case, Bailiff.

What... W-why did she flip?

I don't know.

We'll find out.

Thank you for meeting me.

What do you need?

Wendy Parks turned on me today in court.

You want me to help you figure out why?

It's not helping me.
It's helping my client.

You mean your husband.

I know you're angry, and I understand that,

but...

He didn't do it.

You don't believe that.

You planted Lila's phone in Griffin's car.

What?

You surprised someone's onto your tricks?

You should go.

I tried to give you an out.

Don't forget that
when this all goes to hell.

Don't do anything until I'm back.

911. What's your emergency?

Hello?

911. What's your emergency?

Are you okay?

I'm sorry. This... this is a prank call.

Hello?

It's me.

Don't worry. It's a new phone.

What are you doing?
You shouldn't be calling.

I know.

But I just wanted to tell you

we're taking care of it.

They didn't want to at first,
but I got them to come around.

We're gonna protect you.

The fastest way to
uncover someone's secrets...

Get their assistant to talk.

The county employee directory

lists Wendy Parks'
assistant as Ally Burnham.

Ooh! Bo-o-o-ing!

Ally and the rest of the girls
who work at the DA's office

hang out at the Thirsty Whale.

Go down there, flirt, find out why
she changed her mind on the motion.

All right. So we find ally and we...
pump her, so to speak.

On it.

- Connor and Wes, you go, too.
- What do I need them for?

This works on women as well as men.

He's right.

Hey, can I go, too? I'm really
good at flirting with girls.

I'm sure. You stay here with us.

Girls' night. Whoo-hoo.

It's a big decision.

I just... I... need a little bit more time.

Okay. I'll call you when I'm leaving.

Yeah, sure. We'll talk about it then.

You think we're gonna lose my case?

That's why you're thinking
of taking another job, right?

So you don't go down with the ship.

No, that's not...

How did you know that...

That was Kan, and he wants to know

if you're gonna take the job at legal aid.

And you haven't decided

because either you actually
like this weirdo office

or you just need to put a little distance

between you and the hot
ass in the three-piece...

Don't... tell anyone.

I'm serious. I haven't decided yet.

- Decided what?
- Nothing.

She wants to leave and take
a job with her boyfriend.

- Rebecca!
- You idiot.

There are a million and
one legal aid clinics

and only one Annalise.

I know that! Okay? Just don't tell anyone.

And what if I do?

She'll tell everyone your fiancé
wants you to sign a prenup.

It was sticking out of your bag.

- Aiden gave you a prenup?
- His mother did.

And we are not talking about this.

Fine. As long as you don't
talk about the Kan thing.

You, too.

Deal.

If both of you stop
talking about me and Wes.

We're not screwing.

I know that's what you all think,
but we're not, so...

Fine.

Okay. Great.

I actually just got
out of a relationship myself.

What was her name?

Olive.

What happened? She break your heart?

It's worse.

I, um, I actually cheated on her,

and she found out, so...

So, ally, you were saying

you work at the DA's office.

What's that like?

Hey, rude guy, we are actually
in the middle of a conversation.

Thanks.

So, I know that I should apologize,

but I... I mean, is there anything

that I can actually say that...
that... that'll fix it?

I mean, I-I screwed up big-time,

and he... S-she... She hates me.

She hates me.

I mean, I get it... I'm the bad guy.

Told you he wouldn't know
what to do with the ladies.

He's supposed
to be getting information,

but instead,
he's talking about his boyfriend.

So get in there and shut him up.

Hells no. Annalise finally lets us loose.

I'm getting some tonight.

Time to release the Kraken!

- I'm talking about my dingus.
- Yeah.

The old disco stick.
The Millstone meatsicle.

Yeah.

I see you, nerdy girl who
probably still looks hot naked.

I mean... I don't know.
You could give her flowers.

Girls get amnesia the minute you do that.

We'll forgive you the world.

Hey. I seem to have
a problem with my phone.

Your number's not in it.

Her name's Natasha.

Maybe... it's Brenda.

Why am I thinking "Jamie"?

- Are you drunk?
- No.

Wait... Did you say "dru..."

- Yeah.
- Hammered.

Anyway, she temps at the DA's office

and said Wendy Parks and
Keegan worked out a plea deal,

but only if parks supported the exhumation.

So, Griffin gets off if
he testifies against Rebecca,

and the d.A. Gets a conviction.

You two can go.

Wait... Don't we get a prize?

She said "leave."

We could go to the judge,

tell her there's been collusion
between parks and Keegan,

they're suborning perjury... Something.

No.

Maybe there's another way.

She can let him walk free, just like that?
How is that legal?

The DA is allowed to offer whatever
plea deal she wants to you or Griffin.

The only way to stop that deal
is to get her to rescind it.

- Why would she do that?
- She wouldn't.

Unless we leak to the press

something so deplorable about Griffin

that it would make it politically impossible

for her to move forward with the deal.

We can't leak anything to the press.

There's a gag order.

Yes.

What if I leak it?

The judge will hold you in contempt.

I can just say I don't
know what a gag order is.

But you do.

Let my client speak for herself,
Mr. Gibbins.

So, tell me again about the night

you and Griffin slept together.

They violated their
own gag order, Your Honor.

And slandered
my client in the process.

My client is 21 years old.

She had no idea she was disobeying the law

- Come on!
- When the journalist approached her.

Had I known...

It's a flagrant violation of the gag order

and a deliberate attempt to
subvert the plea agreement

the d.A. Offered my client.

You made a plea deal?

You know, you're full of crap, Ms. Keating.

Settle down, Mr. Keegan.

Ms. Parks, was there a deal?

Due to miss Sutter's convenient accusation

that Mr. O'Reilly raped her,

we have ceased conversation about a plea.

Because she was afraid of public pressure.

My client is entitled to that deal.

Just like he was entitled

to physically violate my client's body?

Strike from the record!

There's no jury here, Mr. Keegan.

Ms. Keating, I'm sanctioning
you for the gag-order violation.

If I find you instructed your
client to break the order,

I'll ensure the state bar
launches a disciplinary hearing.

We'll cooperate fully.

Now, regarding exhumation.

Given the numerous allegations

of errors being made about
the original autopsy,

I'm granting the motion

and ordering miss stangard's
body be exhumed immediately.

A new medical examiner of my choosing

will be conducting

a full external and internal second autopsy.

No more arguments about missed evidence.

Afterwards, sealed reports will
be delivered to all parties.

I got to hand it to you.
The rape was a nice touch.

That's what happens when you
try and take the easy road.

Excuse me?

You don't care who killed Lila.

You just thought it would be easier

to convict the townie slut

rather than the virgin quarterback.

Or I just know your client did it.

I'd say a prayer those aren't her nails

on that poor girl's neck.

Prayers are for the weak.

I'll stick to beating your ass in court.

Hey.

Hey!

You didn't wait for me at the courthouse.

I have to study. Exams are coming up.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Seriously? You're that mad at me?

Wow. Really? The silent treatment?

Okay.

You are such a guy right now,
I'm actually kind of impressed.

Who...

You think I'm messed up? That's you.

You're the one with no life.

Otherwise, why get so obsessed
with mine?

Who made you this way? W-was it your mom?

Was she an alcoholic and you miss the drama?

Did your dad hit her? What?

I mean, who made you feel like
you're not an actual person

unless you are fixing someone else's mess?

I'm not trying to fix you.
I'm trying to help you.

But if you don't want that, I'll stop.

You can lie on the stand,
call people rapists...

Whatever you want.

Just don't say I'm messed up
because I wanted to help you.

We shouldn't do this.

You're right.

You were born in Ohio.

Willowick's in Ohio.

I looked it up.

You don't seem very Ohio.

Except for the dopey smile you
have on your face all the time.

I wasn't born in Ohio. I was born in Haiti.

My mom moved us here when I was 1.

I was the only black kid in our town.

Everyone wanted me to be good at basketball,
but I sucked.

I'm allergic to peanuts.

I have a really bad sense of direction.

My mom killed herself when I was 12.

- I hate superhero movies 'cause I...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wes.

She was sweet...

Funny.

Messed up, too.

It sucked.

My favorite ice cream
is mint chocolate chip.

I've never been to Europe.

I'm afraid of heights.

Someday, I want a dog,
but not from a breeder...

The pound.

I...

Hi.

Hey.

Sorry. I-I-I used to...
Know a guy that lived here.

Oliver.

He's in the shower.

Those for him?

I'll go.

Connor, right?

Hey, I don't want to cause any trouble...

I'm sure.

Look, if you care about the guy at all,

don't ever come back here.

Hey.

It's your last day.
You're not even gonna say goodbye?

Rebecca told me about you
going to work at legal aid.

My God. I hate her.

I'm considering going to legal aid.

I haven't decided yet.

Is this about me being a jerk?

'Cause I'll stop.

Don't throw away a great opportunity
'cause of me.

It was one stupid kiss.

That's it.

There's nothing else between us.

Really?

You mean that?

There's nothing?

Of course I don't mean it.

I think about you all the time.
It's freakin' annoying.

But I'll get over it.

So don't quit 'cause of me.

I'll be normal again soon.

I promise.

What if I don't want you to get over it?

What kind of convenience store

doesn't have mint chocolate chip?

That is messed up.

We don't know each other.

I used to work for Philly P.D

Name's Nate.

My boyfriend's in the car.

I know you didn't kill Lila Stangard.

And we both know who did.

Help me catch him.

The trial's soon.

Mnh-mnh. You're not
gonna solve anything tonight.

Turn it off.

Let's go to sleep.

It's Bonnie. Sorry to bother you.

I just got a call from my contact

at the medical examiner's office.

The marks on Lila's neck
weren't fingernails.

They're ant bites.

Well, that's good news.

What else?

Say it.

They missed something in the first autopsy.

Lila was six weeks pregnant.