How to Get Away with Murder (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 1 - We're Good People Now - full transcript

With Wallace Mahoney's murder unsolved and Frank's whereabouts unknown, the "Keating 5" struggle to move on with their lives as they enter into their second year of law school.

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

-Stanford.
-I want you to come with me.

This is, uh, Connor Walsh.

I'm calling to say
that I won't be attending.

I killed Lila.

You did it for Sam.

She can't know.

Frank was just doing
what he was told.

You want
to change your life,

or are you happy just to stay
Annalise Keating's bitch?

I'm sorry.



I did this to him.
I did it.

Sam.

It was me.
I did this.

She won't forgive herself.

She can never know.

It was Sam.

It was the both of them.

-Where is he?
-Annalise.

He needs to go.

Hello? Frank?

My father -- he's dead.

He's very much alive,

and his name
is Wallace Mahoney.

-I think I'm your son.
-Why would you think that?



Annalise Keating --

A little respect, please!

I was just...
asking for directions.

I don't live here.
I was a little lost.

He just stepped out of
the office, so I stopped him.

He seemed angry --

Because you interrupted
a phone call he was on?

Yeah.

And the person on the other end,
when we speak with them,

they'll verify you were
just asking for directions?

'Course.

Thanks for --
Quiet.

Not here.

Tell me
exactly what he said.

He was on the phone --

Not your father.

Frank.

Want to go
finally meet your dad?

That's his office.

You sure?

He's your friggin' father.
You have a right to meet him.

Yeah, but Annalise
made me promise --

It was her idea.

She knows you,
how nosy you are.

But...if you want
to call her,

make sure
she's down with this...

Don't.

You're just gonna say hi.
That's all.

And I'm here for backup
in case things get out of hand.

Tell me how
we explain that to anyone.

No, the minute I show up,
gossip starts, and then this --

What --
What we've been doing,

that's all anyone
is gonna talk about.

Hold on a second.

Can I help you?

I think I'm your son.

Why would you
think that?

Annalise Keating --

I would've run, but the driver
was parked right there.

And I looked for Frank,
but his car was gone.

I'm so sorry, Wes.

For what?

Frank.

He did this for me.

You asked him
to shoot my father?

No.
Then how is this
for you?

Listen to me, okay?

Just listen.

Your father hurt me,
too.

In the worst way.

I didn't know,

because Frank hid it from me
for years.

Tonight was his way
of making things right.

How does this
make anything right?
It doesn't.

He took me there on purpose,
told me it was your idea.

Because he's using you
against me.

And he knows
that I can hurt him.

But I can't now,
can I?

Not when he could go
to the police with the truth --

that you're actually
Wallace Mahoney's son.

Get out.

Your father's dead.
Frank did that.

And neither of these men
are --

are worth
losing ourselves over.

They're gone for good,
and we need to let them go.

♪ I go hungry ♪

♪ Pick at the shell ♪

♪ Paw the bottom ♪

♪ Of the well ♪

♪ I wear ♪

♪ My body ♪

♪ I go guzzle ♪

♪ Scrap from the bin ♪

♪ Take it all ♪

Hey, stranger.

Hey.

When did you
get back in town?

A week ago --
when I texted you.

Right. Sorry.

I went with Maggie
up to her parents' cabin.

There wasn't
really reception.

You met Maggie's parents
already?

No, it was
just the two of us.

Nice!

Yeah.

Yeah.

First day.
Can't be late.

Homies, over here.

Mr. C8, Miss A8.
It's your new seats.

I got here early to
make sure we weren't
sat next to some weenball.

He doesn't realize
that's him.

Oh, please tell me
I'm in the back somewhere.

I need to catch up
on my sleep.

No -- B4. But the good news is,
I'm right behind you.

Well, of course
you're all here.

Why wouldn't we
be here?

Well, we've all
seen the rankings.

You think there's any way
you'd all be in this class

if Keating
wasn't teaching it?

-Excuse me?
-That's aggressive.
-Who are you?

Sers, bro, you want
to step to us like that

and class
hasn't even begun yet?

Actually, I'm just trying
to step to my seat.

Congratulations.

You've each been hand-chosen
to take part

in my very first
criminal law legal clinic.

In here,
you're not just students,

but actual practicing lawyers,

responsible for your own cases
and clients.

You finally get to be me.

Someone is clearly upset I
didn't pick them for this class.

This clinic is pro bono.

We only represent people who
can't afford their own lawyers.

You will each compete
to become first chair.

Some of you will end up
defending several clients,

while the lamer of you
will never step foot

in front of a judge.

Now, who will that be?

Let's start.

Karim Assaf --
a refugee from Iraq

who came here 10 years ago
with his two children.

Cut to a year ago.

Karim is driving
his two children to school.

The police stop him and find
over 2 ounces of marijuana.

Karim pleads guilty
to possession

with the intent to distribute
and serves 12 months,

and now he faces
additional legal trouble.

What could that be...

Ms. Leibowitz?

An intent to distribute would
make him subject to deportation.

Well, Karim has
a green card.

Shouldn't that allow him
to stay in the U.S.?

Mr. Montgomery.

Um, no.

The court doesn't look
at deportation

as an additional form
of punishment.

What Supreme Court decision
is Mr. Montgomery referencing?

Uh, Ms. Pratt.

I don't know.

Surprise, surprise.

Care to back up
that smack talk, Mr. Drake?

The Supreme Court case
Fong Yue Ting v. United States,

decided 1893.

Justice Horace Gray
delivered the plurality opinion.

Show-off.

All right, tomorrow,
each of you will get a chance

to present a defense that keeps
Karim in this country.

Now, I'll pick two of you
for first and second chair.

But be careful.

Winning means that you carry
the fate of this entire family

in your hands.

And you wonder why
people think I favor you?

Wait. You aren't
at all concerned?

About what?

The flier.
It's a piece of paper.

That says "killer"
on it.

I've been called worse.

Everything's fine.
The police have moved on.

Nothing bad's happened
all summer --

Like that means
anything.

It means we're safe.

And you want to know why?
We're good people now.

Say it to yourself
until you believe it.

Ray Fonseca
fired his lawyer.

They're holding him
on extortion and bribery.

He's a gang leader,
Bonnie.

A gang leader
with a lot of money.
Stop it.

This is hard enough without you
dangling carrots in my face.

Hi.

Hi.

I just came to say that I'm
going to Mexico for the summer.

I thought your father
couldn't go back to Mexico.

He can't.
I'm visiting my mom.

Mm.

And Frank?

Will he be there, too?

He left me, too,
you know.

Do I know?

You were the one I called
when I realized he was missing.

You mean when his bitch-ass
ran away.

Which I knew
nothing about.

And is that what
you honestly think of me --

that I'd be okay
with what he did to Wes?

Quiet!

I've been on your side
the entire time,

helping you
every time you asked me,

so I don't deserve this.

Be angry at Frank.

Just do not
be angry at me.

There's no gray area here,
Laurel.

It's him or it's me.

He's dead to me.

Good.

Bring me back
some tequila.

My body's sick
of vodka.

It's Frank.
Leave a message.

Your mailbox isn't full,
so I know that means

you're checking your messages
and not dead somewhere.

I just wanted to say...

I hate you.

Do you mind
if we record this

so that Professor Keating
can monitor what we say?

Your daughter Faiza believes you
were the victim of profiling.

That's not true.
Are you sure?

'Cause if we can convince
the judge

there was discrimination
in your case --

I refuse to play
that card.

Even if it makes
a convincing story?

Turn off the recording.

We need to use
every advantage we have --

Turn it off,
and I'll explain.

Our client already pled guilty.
We all know that.

So I suggest we have Karim
say just three simple words

to the judge --
"I am sorry."

Any excuse or denial
will only serve to hurt him,

whereas remorse will show
that he has learned his lesson

and is ready
to return to society

as a fully rehabilitated
citizen.

Well done, Mr. Drake.

That's his big idea?
An apology? Weenball.

Mr. Millstone.

Uh...

Well, because it's immigration
court and there's no jury, uh,

my idea is to target
the personality of the judge.

And provide a reason
why Karim would purchase

that much marijuana.

For example...

We could apply for asylum,

argue that we don't know
the new dangers

that he could face
back in Iraq...

...where he could work
as an informant to the FBI,

trading information on radical
members of his community,

which would then allow us
to revisit...

...the judge's office,

and while her clerk
wasn't exactly forthcoming,

I did find out
that she's a grandmother.

We could hit home the idea
that his life

is more valuable here
than in Iraq,

thereby persuading the judge
to order...

A stay of removal is the best
thing for all parties involved.

This will allow us time
to delay and prove...

Smoking marijuana helps
with symptoms of PTSD,

so even though Karim's test
came back negative,

we could argue...

...an expungement or...

...appeal to the judge's
maternal instincts.

And while this wouldn't
be helpful in most cases,

with immigration court,

the decisions are often left
to the judge's discretion --

Professor Keating!

Excuse me.
I'm in the middle of --

The pot wasn't Karim's.

It was his daughter's.

He didn't know she was dealing
until the cop found the drugs,

so then he said they were his
in order to protect her.

What do you suggest we do
with that information?

We could go
to the original prosecutor

and explain that he was just
being a good father.

So they deport his daughter
instead?

No, she hasn't been in Iraq
since she was 6.

Do you think our immigration
courts really care?

You're out,
Ms. Castillo.
What?

Mr. Gibbins,
you're last up.

I didn't finish.

You're out, too.

Impress me.

Research shows
hearing from family and friends

is the most effective tactic
to evade deportation.

Knowing this, I talked to about
a dozen of Karim's friends,

neighbors,
even his imam at the mosque,

and they all agreed to testify
as character witnesses.

Finally -- a practical strategy
we can use in court.

Mr. Gibbins,
you're first chair.

Mr. Drake,
you're his second.

The rest of you,
do better.

Professor Keating?

I didn't pick you because
your mom was an immigrant.

I know.

I just wanted to talk to you
about my opening statement.

I have a draft here.

You wrote an opening
for a case

you hadn't been
assigned to yet?

I had a good feeling.

Why are you
always stalking me?

Well, at least
they chose a good photo.

You want to get in?

Sure.

Oh! Feels good.

Right?

You haven't returned
my calls.

I'm just trying
to disconnect.

Be happy or something.

I get that.

Look...

I think Oliver's
going to ask you for a job.

I need you to promise me
that you'll say no.

I haven't asked for much --
I mean, anything, really --

Oliver's never coming
to work for me.

You swear?

Because he'll, uh,
he'll find things out.

We'd ruin him.

Yeah, exactly.

He'd become
the new Asher.

I won't let that happen.

You have my word.

I could encrypt the firm's
files, update your firewalls.

That way, no one like me
could hack you.

Because I totally could.

Not that I have.
I haven't.

Uh...so don't worry,
but...

you're very vulnerable.

Here's my proposal.

Also, the thing that I really
wanted to tell you is...

I admire you.

And I know what other people say
about you, but --

What do they say?

No, not about you
specifically, but, um...

defense attorneys.

I think it's so unfair.

Because what I see you do

is help people
who can't help themselves.

I want to be
a part of that.

I'm not hiring anyone
right now.

I deleted
Connor's Stanford acceptance.

I knew they might call, too,
or send a follow-up e-mail,

so I hacked their system
and had those re-routed to me.

He doesn't know.

But you're telling me?

I know
what you do here.

That it's not always...
good.

So I just wanted to be
very clear with you.

I can be bad, too.

Who wants another mojito?

Oh, keep 'em comin'.
Yas, queen!

None for me.

Ooh, because you're pregnant
with Frank's baby?

No, because I am trying
to be a good student.

Boring!

I...didn't know
we were having a party.

Hey, Oli!

Where were you?

Oh, I went for a walk
in the park.

Hashtag unemployment.

Dawg, that makes it sound like
you were cruising for the D.

So, how was
everybody's summer?

Any new significant others,
besides Wes' little lady?

Not me.

Ask Laurel.
She's single again.

You still haven't heard
from Frank?

Nope.
I bet he's living
in South America,

just off the fat of the land,
whacking bush.

God,
I miss that beard.

I don't.

I should go.

Going to get it in
with Meggy Weggy?

That's not her actual name,
right?

It's Megan or Margaret.

I'm gonna go work
on Karim's case.

Who chooses
to call themselves Meggy?

Am I hitting the spot?

Oh, God, yes.

Someone put up a flier of me
on campus.

It said "killer."

Don't worry.

It's probably just some student
whose feelings I hurt.

You tell
the new president?

So she has reason
to be up my ass again?

No.

It's harassment,
Annalise.

I knew
I shouldn't have told you.

All I'm saying is,

whoever did this
could be unstable.

I'm unstable.

Maybe they need to be
protected from me.

Your turn.

I said roll over.

Mmm.

Oh, my God,
that feels good.

Sorry to barge in.
What now?

Well, you know how I'm not
really talking to my mom?

Uh, well, that means I'm not
getting any support from her,

uh, financially, and with
next year's tuition due...

I need a loan,
basically.

You think I'm joking?

No. I think
you're serious.

Please, Annalise,
I'm really struggling here.

Yeah, because your white ass
has struggled a day in its life.

Okay, my white ass is only
in this position because of you.

Excuse me?

My dad was perfectly happy
to pay my way,

but now he's dead
because I chose you over him.

Well, that's your version
of the truth, not mine.

You need some money?
Get a job, like everyone else.

Jerk.

I should've looked into
Karim's public defender,

argued ineffective assistance
of counsel.

My perfect breasts
are in your face,

and you want to talk
about the case?

Right. Stay put.

We got options.

Ooh.

Ooh.

The Extender --
not that I need it.

Are those from the bowl
in the hallway?

Just one of the perks
of the new crib.

Asher!
Are you in there?

Ignore her.

Sorry.
I'm on duty.

Miladies.
Show him.

Eh! If it's a rash, you go
to the infirmary for that.

Chad texted her back, but she
doesn't know what it means.

It means
he's over me, right?

Look, we're gonna have to have
a conversation later

about...
having conversations.

But now I need you
to peer-process this.

Hey, what are you doing?
Get naked!

I'm a grown-ass woman.

I can't be having sex
in dorm rooms.

Uh, of course you can.

Otherwise, you're just
discriminating against me

'cause I'm poor now.

Welcome to America.

Don't worry.
You can't mess this up.

Because
there's no way to win.

The defense only wins 3%
of the cases in this court,

which means you literally
have nothing to lose.

Just try to enjoy it.

Karim Assaf
is a good man --

a dedicated father,
a kind neighbor.

He steps up
when help is needed...

This is so corny.
Poor Karim.

Poor Karim's children.

He is a leader
in his community.

But you don't have to take
my word for it.

Take theirs.

The 15 people
who've come to attest

to the upstanding character
of my client.

Okay,
he's kind of killing it.

Each person you see here
has their own story

of his selflessness,
generosity, good citizenship,

and, above all,
his integrity.

She's so predictable.

What?

I know how to win.

I was thinking
about the drug charge,

how if we could prove
Karim's public defender

provided ineffective assistance
of counsel --

Hey,
that was my idea.

Except you didn't go
to the public defender

to record him
saying this.

Did you or did you not
tell your client

that pleading guilty
would cost him his green card?

I'm saying I don't know!

He doesn't remember.

But Padilla v. Kentucky
says defense attorneys

must advise clients
about risks of deportation

when pleading guilty.

Mr. Drake, you're out.
What?!

Ms. Pratt just turned this case
on its head.

Bonnie, you take my place.
Mr. Walsh, with me.

You two, stall.

I'd like to call the defense's
first witness to the stand --

Mr. Nasim Darwish,
our client's imam at his mosque.

You just give the name,
young lady -- no biography.

Sorry.

Did you or did you not
tell your client

that pleading guilty
would cost him his green card?

I'm saying I don't know!

Sign the motion to vacate,
I'll be out of your hair.

He said,
"I don't know."

That doesn't mean
he didn't tell your client.

Doesn't mean he did,
either.

I need my boss
to sign off on it.

And let's face it, Annalise --
he's not about to help you

after all the crap
you put us through this year.

And what does Mr. Assaf do
at your hardware store?

He's our
stockroom manager.

And just what
does that job entail?

Uh...taking care
of the stockroom.

The defense calls
Myriam Mahmoud-Faizan

to the stand.

-Carol Lunn.
-Jodie Mayer.

-Khalid El Baur.
-Ashley Chang.

-Owen Marconi.
-Katrina Barberi.

-Makram Azia.
-Gina Brown.

-Faraj Shah.
-Steven Mason.

-Jamal Ibrahim.

This is what we'll do.

Drop the original charge
to possession only.

You get your guilty plea,
but it's a misdemeanor now.

That way, my client has a chance
of remaining with his family.

Everyone wins.

What about the daughter?

I can make her cry
on the stand.

Or she'll end up
telling the truth.

Ms. Winterbottom,
either call your next witness

or I'm making my decision.

We'd like to call
Faiza Assaf, Your Honor.

I told Annalise
she can't testify.

It'll buy us time.

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing
but the truth?

I do.

Your Honor, I have a new plea
to present to the court.

Approach.

This reduces Mr. Assaf's felony
to a misdemeanor,

which makes him eligible
to remain in the country.

I move
for his immediate release.

Your Honor,
Mr. Assaf pled guilty

to this charge
months ago.

Let's take a recess,
and I'll give my decision after.

Mr. Walsh.

We're gonna win this thing,
right?

Who the hell knows?

We need to talk
about your boyfriend.

Why?

I'm gonna hire him.

No.

You looked me in the eye
and promised me --

Do you know he deleted
your Stanford acceptance?

And he has the capacity
to hack my files -- God forbid.

Point is, he's farther down
the rabbit hole than we thought.

I'll hire him
to work in the clinic,

we'll bury him
in busywork.

No more sticking his nose
where it doesn't belong.

Sound good?

They're not
gonna file anything.

Get up.

Michaela.

I know now why you're not
supposed to meet your heroes.

You're gonna pick a fight

after I saved your drunk ass
from jail?

I was drunk.
I am totally sober now.

Say what you need to say.

No.

This is a child's behavior.
You're better than this.

Oh, my God!
Was that a compliment?

You're very smart and pretty.
Is that what you want to hear?

Get in the car!

God!

You can't just expect us
to be like you!

I am trying --
I am --

but the idea
that we're just supposed

to go back to being normal,
become stupid lawyers...

Well,
I'm not normal anymore!

You were never normal!

You just didn't know it
until now.

God,
you're such a bitch.

You were strong enough
to run away from a bad family,

so you're strong enough
to get through this.

That's why
I never worried about you.

Next time you want to
drink yourself silly, call me.

I have
a full liquor cabinet,

and I won't let you
drive home drunk.

Okay?

Now let's go.

We look like we're working
the corner at this point.

We are back on the record

in the deportation proceeding
of Karim Assaf.

Mr. Assaf,
it troubles me deeply

that you pled guilty
to a distribution charge

you're now saying
you did not commit.

Can you tell me
why you did this?

I hoped
it would minimize

the chances
of me getting deported.

So you lied under oath?

Your Honor, I think
you should stick to the law.

Yes. And I am sorry
for that.

Mr. Assaf, this admission calls
into question your integrity,

as well as everything positive

that was said about you
in this courtroom today.

I've therefore
come to the conclusion that,

despite the excessive
community support shown here...

I'm going to order
your deportation.

Objection! The prior felony
has been vacated!

Sit down.
Judge, there's
no legal obligation!

-Enough!
-This is up to your discretion!

Just let me tell them
the truth!
Stop it!

But nothing about this
makes sense!

It's such a waste.

Justice
is the exception.

You should know that
by now.

Take the anger
that you're feeling

and put it
into your next case.

Hey.

So...

you're gonna be mad,
but Annalise offered me a job,

and I want to take it,
so...

Yeah, she told me.
Um...

I think
it's a great idea.

You do?

Yeah. I do.

She also told me
about Stanford.

Is it true?

All right,
uh...here's the thing.

The fact that you felt
that you had to do that,

I mean, that tells me
that, you know,

I just -- I wasn't listening
when you said

that you didn't want
to move.

I was just putting my feelings
before yours.

And I'm sorry for that.

You're sorry?

Yeah.

This...

This isn't okay.

You get to be angry.

But I'm not.
Well, you should be.

Says who?

Anybody
who hears this story!

I stole an amazing opportunity
from you --

Yeah, and --
and I'm forgiving you.

Which isn't okay!

You should be pissed off.

And -- And yelling.

But the fact
that you're not is...

Maybe we're just
both messed up,

or the sex is so good
that we can't see it,

but this is not what a healthy
relationship looks like.

We're the best relationship
that I know.

Well, then,
that's really sad.

How is that sad?
I love you, Oliver.

Wow. Seriously?

That's your response
to finding out I lied to you?

Everyone lies
in relationships.
No. No.

I don't.

Or, at least, I don't want to be
someone who does.

So...

"So"?

"So" what?

I love you.

I love you so much.

Okay,
now you're scaring me.

Just --
Hey, let me say this.

You've been
so good to me.

Like, you stayed with me

even when most guys
would've run,

but...you didn't even
bat an eye.

You just loved me.

And you loved me back.

I know, but I'm different now
than when we first met.

How is that my fault?
It's not your fault.

I just don't know
who I am anymore.

We all
go through that --

Yeah, but I think
it would be better for me

if I went through it
alone.

So, what?

You're saying
that you, uh...

Do you want to take a break
or something?

I think
we should break up.

Professor Keating.
I'm so sorry to make you wait.

You're the new president.
Everyone wants a piece of you.

Congratulations,
by the way.

Thank you.
Let's see how long I last.

Please, have a seat.

Well, first...

let me say
I'm an admirer.

You've broken many
a glass ceiling on this campus.

That's nice
but not true.

Take the compliment.

Thank you.

You're wondering why
you're here.

I am.

We've decided
to transition you

into a research position
this year

and have a new professor teach
Introduction to Criminal Law.

I wanted you to hear it
directly from me,

as I know how important
that class is to you.

We simply think
it's the best decision for you

and the university.

Because you know
what's best for me?

I'm on your side,
Annalise.

There's not
that many of us --

Then fire me for real.

Nobody wants that.

Then what do you want?

Because it seems to me
you're punishing

one of
your most esteemed professors

due to tragedies
in her personal life.

Actually...
it's precisely

because of your performance
as a professor

that we've made
this decision.

The students
who work at your firm

have historically graduated
at the top of their class.

The five from this year,
however,

all rank
in the bottom 10%.

How about
a pro bono clinic?
Annalise --

My reputation's a concern
for you. That's clear.

So why not give me
a chance to repair it?

I'll circle back
with the others,

let you know
what they think.

You see this?

Oh.

Good thing
it's not a real newspaper.

The president
contact you yet?

I'm ignoring her calls.

You think it's Frank
putting them up?

No.

Because he's dead?

I'd understand.

He could destroy us all
if he wanted.

Like I don't know that.

It's all Sam's fault.

He's the one
who made me hire Frank.

Now look.

I'm no killer, Bonnie.

And God forbid I let
Frank make me into one.

Bastard's not worth it.

Sorry. I...thought
you were Meggy.

You decorated?

Yeah.

Meggy's idea?

She's really nice.

Nicer than me, you mean.

I didn't say that.

Why are you being
such a jerk?

Fine.

I'll go.
Laurel, I --

You won't even respond
to my texts!

I'm sorry.

I don't want you
to be sorry.

I just want you
to talk to me.

I want that, too.

Well,
then what's wrong?

When I look at you...

all I see is Frank.

And I need to forget
what he did.

I will never forgive him
for what he did to you.

You know that, right?
Of course.

And I --
I wish I didn't...

equate you with him.

I just...

Uh...

Meggy's on her way.

I should go.

Hi.
Hi!

I'm Laurel.
I'm Wes' friend.

I was just here
to drop off an outline --

Wait.
Like, the Laurel?

Wes talks about you
all the time.

He does?
Yes.

And no handshakes.
I'm a hugger.

Come here.

♪ Now the wind ♪

♪ Now a voice, it carries ♪

♪ You know the one this time ♪

♪ Now a breath ♪

♪ Now a name I'm calling ♪

♪ Yours is the one this time ♪

Hey.

What is it?

I found him.

So...

do or die.

What do you want to do?

You there?

Annalise?

Annalise?

Hang up the phone!

I said hang up!

You got a creaky stair.

I can fix it if you want.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

♪ Now the wind ♪

♪ Now a voice it carries ♪

♪ I know the one this time ♪

♪ We are the ones this time ♪

I live here! Please!

Ma'am!
Just calm down!

Who is it?!

♪ We are the ones ♪

♪ We are the ones this time ♪

♪ We are the ones this time ♪

A little respect, please!

Calm down!
Who is it? Tell me!

Tell me!

Hey!

Get her!
Hey! Ma'am!

Ma'am,
let me just see.

Ma'am, I'm not authorized
to let you --

No, I know that.
I live here.

No!

No!

No!!

No!!

No!

No!!

♪ Now, now, now, now, now, now ♪