How to Get Away with Murder (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 3 - Always Bet Black - full transcript

With Annalisse on the outs with the university and with her job in jeopardy, she decides to represent a man who is a perv who solicits call girls, and when the last one he was with dies, he faces charges. While most of her students don't want to handle the case, Michaela says she wants it and Annalisse puts her in charge. But when she meets the man, she wants to be removed. But Annalisse tells her she has to stick it out. Annalisse tries to ask the D.A. for a plea deal for her client but apparently even the D.A.'s office refuses to deal with her. Bonnie discovers something about the client and tells Annalisse about it so they confront him. That's when he mentions that this is not the first time he killed someone. That other person, he hid the body. After learning of this, Analisse tells her people they're off the case. Michaela upon being told this and learning her ex is engaged to someone else, decides to go to Atlantic City and asks Asher, Oliver and Connor to go with her. Bonnie tells Annalisse that the other person he killed is still classified as missing; revealing her location could help restore her image. Annalisse tells Laurel to ask her father to help them locate Frank, but when she meets it brings up all sorts unresolved issues between them which they try to resolve. And afterwards, before he does what she wants, he asks her to do something she doesn't want to. And Frank calls her and tells her Annalisse tried to kill him.

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

- We're gonna play a game.
-Meet Bonnie.

What the hell is this?
Bonnie's childhood.

And that man
is her father.

I love you.

Whatever you want,
I'll do it.

So, please, just let me.

I'm sorry.

Can I crash here
for a while?

We're screwing.

Meggy: There is
an article on Annalise



in almost
every single paper.

This is a big deal.

You are suspended.

No.

Annalise, please.

No one here --

Lock me
out of my classroom!

Are you worried
Frank's behind the fliers?

You think that Frank might try
to pin Mahoney's shooting on me.

Frank: I didn't have a choice.
He's dead.

[ Neck cracks ]

So, he could be anywhere.

I'm gonna stay at your house
till we find him.

It's Laurel.
She's been calling Frank.



What's the deal
with your father?

[ Voice breaking ]
He is not a good person.

Frank, I love you.
Please come back to us.

Now you just got to go
see your father.

Wipe it clean.

Everything on it.

Mumford: Annalise Keating,
you're under arrest.

[ Panting ]

[ Sighs ]

Pull it together, Hampton.

[ Beeps ]

There was no phone
with your belongings.

Did you lose it?

I must've dropped it when your
colleagues manhandled me.

My job is hard enough without
you giving me attitude.

Here.

Look straight
into the camera, please.

[ Camera shutter pops ]

[ Blender whirring ]

Hey.

Hmm.

Made a smoothie.
You can take it with you.

Does it have bacon in it?

Try it before you judge.

It's good.

Your crack's ready, too.

Oh.

So you know,

I filed a missing person report
on Frank.

What?!

That was a test.

I haven't
done anything -- yet.

Nate.

So, you'd just
rather I wait

until he does
something terrible?

Nothing terrible's
gonna happen.

I'm handling it.

How?

[ Water running ]

This is all my fault.

I shouldn't
have involved you.

It would be better
for the both of us

if we just keep certain things
separate for a while.

Church and state.
Now you care about that?

[ Sighs ] I care about
not hurting you again.

You don't trust me.

That's not
what this is about.

Or am I confused about
what exactly we're doing here?

I don't know what we're doing,
but neither do you.

Look, can we just not
decide that right now?

Let's just see
where it goes.

See where it goes, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

You're gonna make me
late for work again.

[ Chuckles ]

Smoothie.

Good morning.

I hope you're here
because you found the person

behind those fliers.

We're still
looking into it.

Look harder.
Annalise, please --

You blindsided me
at the meeting.

And I apologize for that.

I --
But?

Honestly, if I were just
a spectator in that boardroom,

I would've stood up
and cheered.

Maybe you should have.

Then we wouldn't be
in this predicament.

Well, we're in this predicament
because you insist on

making everything a fight.

My entire career's
under attack.

Everything is a fight
for me right now.

Exactly.

I can be on your side
if you just work with me.

You enjoy this?

Being the good girl collecting
gold stars from the board.

You don't know me.

[ Sighs ]

I just came to say that
I think I can manage this.

All I need you to do
is your part.

Keep a low profile.

Might be hard
with my new case.

What does that mean?

Annalise?

Annalise!
[ Sighs ]

Woman: Hey, what's that?
Zoom in.

Is she dead?

-She looks dead.
-Holy --

Meet our next client,
Toby Solomon, also known as...?

Mr. Millstone.

The Call Girl Creeper.

He was doing liquid "G" with
an escort when she passed out,

so he dumped her body
outside the apartment.

She died of respiratory failure
two days later.

"She" being
Virginia Michaelson.

Her overdose is caught on
a neighbor's live video feed.

Ms. Gunderson.

Solomon is a heartless
real-estate developer.

In what world does he need
a pro bono clinic?

One -- put aside
your personal feelings

when assessing a client.

Two -- he was bankrupted
by this case.

Because he fired like
10 of his attorneys

when they told him
to take a plea deal.

Five of his attorneys, and don't
speak unless called on.

Now, we're joining
this mid-trial.

The prosecution
is halfway through the case,

and has done a pretty good job
with the jury.

So, how do we undo that?

Really?

I'm handing you
a tabloid murder case,

and no one wants to
sit with me at the table?

I do.

Great, it's your case,
Ms. Pratt.

[ Students shouting ]

-What about the contest?
-Do over!

I'll see you
in court tomorrow.

We don't have time for games.

Make me proud.

You're on time. That's one thing
you can get right.

What can I say?

I'm used to working with women
who get paid by the hour.

Who's this?

Ms. Pratt.
She's just joining our team.

You hit on her...

and I'll cut off your balls.

Atwood: Ms. Perez,
what type of information

were you able to gather
about the defendant,

his Internet activity
in particular?

On average, Mr. Solomon procured
an escort three times a week.

He also had a blog
where he graded the women

based on factors such as
breast size, pubic hair,

and vocal enthusiasm.

I was young.
I don't do that anymore.

Is there
anything else you found

that might be relevant
to this case?

I did a search of
the deleted images

from his Snipcam
and found one particular selfie

that is illuminating.

Objection. This image was not
disclosed to us pre-trial,

thereby violating rule 573.
-Rule 573.

The defendant's Snipcam
cache was always

in the discovery,
Your Honor.

Perhaps Ms. Keating just
didn't search hard enough.

If it requires a computer expert
to decipher discovery,

I move for a continuance.

We can't delay this case
again because the defendant

has a penchant
for changing lawyers.

Let me remind the A.D.A.
that this type of bad faith

data dumping is prohibited
under United States v. Warshak.

-United States v. Warshak.
-Stop.

Judge Charters:
Let me see the evidence

before making a decision.

Approach.

Please warn me if that's
what I think it is.

That is not a ween
I want to be seeing.

Motion to exclude
on the basis of tampering.

The A.D.A. concealed this
evidence, violating 4910.

I'm offended.
We have fully complied

with our discovery
obligations.

I find no evidence
of bad faith.

Your Honor, this rises to
the level of reversible error.

Your objection is noted
for the record.

Let's continue.

Ms. Perez, at what time
did the defendant

post this selfie
which you will now show us?

-12:13 a.m.
-Let the record state

that this photo was posted
seven minutes before

Mr. Solomon bothered
to call 911.

[ Spectators murmurs ]

Seven minutes that could've
saved Virginia's life.

Your witness.

I'd like to appeal for
recusal as first chair

as this case offends
my sensibilities as a woman.

I'm okay
with being offended.

We don't bail
on our clients, Ms. Pratt.

I know. I just think
you'd be better assisted

by a student who's not
so personally disgusted.

Ow! Mr. Walsh, call your
boyfriend, and have him check

every hidden cavity of Toby's
computer and phone.

Oliver's not his
boyfriend anymore.

What did you do?

It was his decision.
It's fine.

I'll call him.

Everybody else
go back to clinic.

Prep Toby for the stand.

Wait, we're putting
that perv on the stand?

I don't feel like
that's an appropriate way

to speak about a client.

You'll get over it.
Wes.

Have you heard
from Laurel?

Yeah. She's at her
grandmother's funeral.

No, she's not.

I sent her
to see her father.

Why?

[ Speaking Spanish ]

I thought I was
meeting you upstairs.

I couldn't wait.

Let me look at you.

"Smart" might also be
a compliment

a daughter likes to hear.

No fights, okay?

This is a social visit,

or are you just here
to find your boyfriend?

Well, we'll talk
in my office.

Decide if this Frank guy
is worth your time.

Did you eat lunch yet?
I can have Diana call down

to the chef, make you
a salad or something.

You're listening
to my calls?

Well, just since you said
you were coming to visit.

You leave a lot
of voicemails for him.

-Dad!
-What choice do you give me?

You throw a fit a Christmas,
you're blocking my e-mails.

Title 18, section 2511
of the U.S. code --

wire tapping is
a federal offense

punishable by incarceration.

Now I'll tell you
that you're smart.

[ Knock on door ]

You must be Laurel.

I'm Ursela.

Do you mind
giving us a moment?

I need to speak to my father.

Oh, no, that's why
Ursela's here, m'ija.

I'm the in-house
executive coach.

I specialize
in corporate mediation

and conflict resolution.

We have conflict, and Ursela
here will help us resolve it.

Sit.

[ Sighs ]

-I hate him.
-Who?

Nate. He threw out
all my junk food.

I just hid it, actually.

I love you,
you know that?

So, he's living here now?

You don't approve?

No, Nate's great.

Tell your face that.

It's about the case.

I think we should plea out.

You've been
begging me for weeks

to take a real case,
and now you want to quit?

No one will blame you
for cutting a deal on this one,

and it will help keep
the President out of your hair.

The President can suck it.

Annalise.

I'll talk to the D.A.

Just go and make sure
our client is not trying

to purchase Michaela.

Please, please, please, please
don't show her.

Look, I'll do whatever you want.
I'll have sex with you.

Penetration!

Michaela,
have you seen this?

-Seen what?
-I hate you.

Um, Aiden,
our ex, got engaged.

Her name's Whitney.

Uh, she went to Princeton,
Phi Beta Kappa.

Damn, she's...got
nothing on you,

and you're way more
accomplished.

She's a speech writer

for the Governor of Connecticut,
so...

With a house
in Martha's Vineyard?

Mm-hmm. Looks like her parents
have a place in Oak Bluffs, so.

You're way hotter.
Seriously, you're a 9.

8 if I'm being picky.

Back off, bro.
The lady's taken.

Really? 'Cause it seems
like she's still in love

with that guy.

The lady's taken by me,
okay?

I'm her boo, so just take
your creeping elsewhere.

Asher.

Uh...

I-I wanted to tell you.

It's just we haven't
been alone in a while.

I don't care.

I know.
But I do.

Is anyone
prepping our client,

or are you all
just Googling your exes?

Mostly the latter.

Did he tell you about
my mother?

Oh, please! For once,
can we not talk about this?

Hear that? "For once."
Okay, apparently, you are not

supposed to judge your father
for leaving your mother

in the middle of
a mental-health crisis.

It was a mutual decision.

He met my step-mother
one month later -- Elena.

Shady, right?

Will you help me
out here, please?

No, no, no, don't
put this on her.

It's her job to
not take sides.

That's true,
but I find focusing on

the immediate problems to be
the most effective solution.

I prefer
to discuss the past.

Did he tell you
I was kidnapped when I was 16?

And my father here,
he refused to pay the ransom.

The government wouldn't
allow me to do anything!

Oh, is that why?
I understand.

I'm sorry, I just
thought [sighs] --

I thought you'd value
your daughter's life

over what the government...
Oh.

Okay, let's stick to English
if I'm gonna help here.

[ Sighs ]

Laurel.

I apologize for all of it.

Every slight I ever committed
against you and your mother.

I want to move on, Laurel,
and I think you do, too.

You know why I came here,
so if you don't want

to give me that,
I'll just go back home.

'Cause this isn't it anymore,
so let me know what you decide.

[ Door closes ]

Nice work
hiding that selfie.

Just stealing
one of your moves.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, I'll spare you
the indignity of asking.

I'm not offering
your client any deal.

I haven't even
begun my defense.

You don't know what's
coming down the road.

Is it better than
a selfie with the corpse?

Oh.

Offer me a deal, and you don't
have to worry about it.

Okay.

I feel bad having
to spell this out,

but there's no deal
for you here, Annalise.

And when I say here,
I mean this whole office.

That sounds like
prosecutorial misconduct to me.

No, no.

Just payback
for years of bad behavior.

We're done?

Such confidence.

Another move I stole from you,
I guess.

Except I don't
have to fake it.

[ Door opens ]

[ Sighs ]

Wow. Your heart rate
is in the 90s.

Is that bad?

It's fast, but that's
normal after sex.

I'll just take it
as a compliment.

[ Chuckles ]

And what's happening now?

Oh, I'm just feeling for
any abnormal growths.

You want to
celebrate your birthday

with a clean
bill of health.

I swiped your license while you
were in the shower last night.

Why didn't you tell me
it was coming up?

'Cause I hate
my birthday.

Well, that is only
because you've never had me

to celebrate it with you.

I'm gonna make it fun.

I promise.

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

It's Laurel.

Tell her that I'm really sorry
about her grandmother, okay?

I will.

[ Door closes ]

Hey.

Hey, I'm sorry it took me
so long to call you back.

The mass went on for
really, really long.

Annalise told me
where you are.

My grandmother
did actually die.

Three years ago,
so it wasn't a full-on lie.

I'm not mad.

I just don't want you to do
anything you don't want to do.

Doesn't matter anyway 'cause
my father probably won't help.

Why not?

I'd prefer not talk
about it over the phone.

[ Knock on door ]
You sure?

Unless you just
don't want to tell me

anything about your dad

'cause he's some
spy or something.

[ Knocking continues ]

I'll call you back.

Special delivery.

Pastel de tres leches.

[ Sighs ]
I'm still pissed at you.

Mmm! [ Speaks indistinctly ]
Do you want a bite?

Elena's got me on this
whole gluten-free thing.

Since when do you listen
to what she says?

Ah.

[ Laughs ]

[ Laughs ]

Mmm.

I spoke to your mother
last week.

No, it's good.

I was checking up on her.

She told me you spent
the summer there.

Said she was grateful
you came.

Are you gonna tell me
where he is, Dad?

Frank.

You're chasing after a man
who's not worthy of you.

You stalked him, too?

Not yet, but I hear
you leave

these pathetic messages to
a man who clearly

doesn't appreciate you.

No, you don't
appreciate me.

Is it because of me?

That's why you're picking men
who run off on you?

Because you have daddy issues or something?
[ Chuckles ]

Whatever Ursela was saying.

You are a textbook
narcissist.

You know that?

I found him, Laurel.

This wayward
Italian boyfriend of yours.

[ Italian accent ]
Hey, how you doin'?

Frank Delfino.

[ Normal voice ] Really?

Where is he?

[ Sighs ]

It's a new investment I need
to put under your name.

I would put it
in your brother's name,

but he's under water
in a deal in Venezuela.

You should leave.

You're a member
of this family,

and you reap
the benefits, m'ija.

That's why I keep wanting
to get out of this family.

Can you please go?

[ Door closes ]

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

It's Laurel. Leave a message,
but I'll probably never listen.

[ Voicemail beeps ]
Hi, just checking in.

Let me know
if you need anything.

Want me to make dinner?

Not if it's in a blender.
I need comfort food.

Everything okay?

Or am I not allowed to ask you
that with our new rules?

Just an idiot client.

I'm fine.

[ Knock on door ]

Come in.

It's about the case.

I'll go.

What is it?

Oliver.

What?

Oh, uh, I'm sorry.

Toby withdrew $200,000
in cash from the bank.

Oliver saw
the e-mail receipt.

-When?
-An hour ago.

I took this case
thinking you were broke.

So, who are you bribing?

A juror?

Or are you just gonna
buy another hooker?

No, I told you
I don't buy sex.

Then what are you doing
with the money?

It's for my last lawyer.

You want to fire me?
Go for it.

He's blackmailing me.

For what?

How do I know you just
won't blackmail me, too?

Well, congratulations.

You've just gone through
six lawyers in one case.

It must be a record.

I'll tell you!

Just you have to
promise not to --

Attorney-client privilege.
Only a hack would blackmail you.

What'd you do?

I killed a girl.

Virginia?

No.

Her name was Janie.

Oliver:
It's all fake, Michaela.

If she were really happy,

she wouldn't have to post
photos of herself looking happy.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

Annalise: Go home.
You're off the case.

But I'm first chair.

No, you just stood up first.
Now go.

Your sensibilities as a woman
should be relieved.

Is that the money?

Doesn't matter.

Just leave.

[ Door closes ]

[ Sighs ]

Well, I'm free
the rest of the night

if you want to grab
a drink or something.

Michaela?

Call Connor.

Tell him we're going out.

She was just some girl
I met on the street.

A hooker?

No.

I don't think so.

She was a runaway.

Janie Sherwin.

Missing since April, 2012.

She was 18.

That's her.

It's good, right?

So. You like baseball,
I assume?

Yeah.

Baseball and hot girls.

[ Chuckles ] I think
you got the wrong idea.

I just got triggered.

I know it -- it doesn't
make it okay, but...

You seriously thought
that we were gonna hook up?

[ Scoffs ]
I mean...look at you.

You shouldn't talk
to people like that.

Just keeping it real.

It's harder
than people think...

going through life like this,
getting bullied for how I look.

Join a gym.
Get some plastic surgery.

Maybe then someone will have
sex with you, because honestly,

even if you gave me
all the coke in the world,

nothing's worth
the PTSD of having

your gross, sweaty,
hairy-ass body on top of mine.

Like, I would rather swallow
a jar of razor blades --

[ Panting ]
[ Janie Thuds ]

We've all been called names.

What'd you do with her?

There's an abandoned warehouse
I almost bought in Manayunk.

I left her
in a broken freezer.

Asher: Turn up the A/C 'cause we
about to destroy this joint!

That's right, baby!
We in you, Atlantic city!

-[ Scoffs ]
-So, what's our plan?

Drink enough to forget
that gay Aiden's

getting straight married?

Drunk enough
to forget men exist.

Except for us, right?
'Cause we're the woke ones.

Hey. Uh, can I just say
how happy this makes me,

that we can hang out
and not make this weird?

Uh, what? You thought
I couldn't do that?

Of -- Of course I did.

I just, uh -- it means a lot
to me that we can be friends.

I never said
that we're friends.

Let's see how the night goes.
Maybe we can get there.

-It's 20 grand.
-Whoa.

-Where did you get that?
-Borrowed it from Toby.

Wait, that's why
you wanted to come here?

In what world did you think it
was okay to steal that money?

-This is stolen money?
-He's kidding.

It's my husband's.
Bastard's cheating on me.

Can you believe it? We're
getting the hell out of here.

Go if you want to.
I'm happy right here.

All on black.
-Michaela, what -- okay.

No more bets.

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

Oh, my God.

8, black.

[ All cheering ]

There are no bad ideas
right now.

We tell the D.A.

Except that one.

You need good press.

What's better than
helping recover the body

of a missing girl?

We haven't even seen
the body yet.

For all we know,
it doesn't even exist.

Then just say
you were compelled...

[ Sighs ] ...for moral
and ethical reasons.

Like they'll believe that.

It's -- it's cute, though.

[ Sighs ]

Janie's mother still updates
the website every week.

People still e-mail
thinking they spotted Janie.

And Rebecca?

You gonna tell the police
where to find her body, too?

It could've been me.

If the police hadn't caught
my father, I would've run away.

Ended up on the street.

But that didn't happen.

Because someone
did the right thing.

I can call in
an anonymous tip.

No one will know
it was me.

Toby will know.

You can sleep here.

I can tell Nate to leave.

We can eat ice cream in bed,
watch a bad movie.

[ Chuckles ]

I won't call the police.

I just don't see any reason
why you should be alone.

I'm just tired.

[ Sniffles ]

I'll go.

13, black.

[ All cheering ]

80 grand
in the bank, bitch!

-Whoo!
-What'd I say?

Always bet black!

And I'll never go back!

No.

-You staying in the hotel?
-No, no, no.

We're only here
for the night.

Oh! Okay, cool.

I'll tell you, if she keeps
playing like this... Oh, hell no.

...they're gonna comp you guys
a suite probably. Oh, yeah?

Yeah. You got to
throw a party.

Oh.
You should.

They give you one of those,
uh -- the Jacuzzi tubs.

[ Slot machine chiming ]

Dude, you got to put
your peen between the O-man

and that him-bo
over there.

Yeah, he's hot.
You're hot, okay?

So go over there
and show that queen who's boss.

We broke up, Asher.

That doesn't mean you just
quit him, brokeback.

You got to fight for it.

He quit on me!
Okay?

He's very secure
in his decision.

He doesn't
want to be with me.

Maybe he wants to be with
that guy, I don't know.

But you trying to be
our Yenta or --

or parent trapping us
or whatever,

it's really not helpful.

[ Slot machine chimes ]

Walshy needs a hug.

-No.
-27, red.

Did she just say red?

Oh, no.
No! No! No! No! No!

[ Slot machine chimes ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Hey, you need a drink?
It's rum and Coke.

Uh, you know,
I'm actually driving,

but you -- you should
give it to Oliver.

That's his drink.

Yeah, but I, uh --
I brought it to you.

I'm saying he's
the better choice, so...

Look, he's
a monster in bed.

Asian guys
aren't really my type.

But, uh, you...

[ Chuckles ]

So, you're a bigot?

What are you talking about?
I'm stating a preference.

Let me guess, you're --

you're only into masc dudes,
too, right?

Your Humpr profile, it's all,

"No fats, no femmes,
no blacks, no Asians."

Look, man, I think you just
need to relax.

Or I need
to kick your ass!

Oliver:
Hey, what's going on?

I think I'm gonna
go find my friends.

What did you say?

Nothing, but, you know,
dodged a bullet.

Because you sabotaged me.

No.

No, I would never do that.

Except you just did.

Walshy. Please, please, please
tell me you just won 20k

on the slots.

Hmm? What?

I lost
some of the money.

No, not some of it.
All of it.

Like we have zero left,
zilch, negative Benjamins.

[ Sighs ] Michaela.

I just wanted
to have fun.

Yeah, well, I'm having
a lot of fun.

How about you guys?

Sharon: I still pray
I'll open the door

and she'll be standing there,

that I'll be able
to hold her again.

Mama's still here
for you, baby girl.

I'll always be waiting for you.

[ Sighing ]

You gonna
keep that up all night?

[ Sighs ] Probably.

[ Sighs ]

Frank stuff?

No.

How about this?

What's said in the dark
doesn't leave this room.

That applies
to the both of us.

What secrets
do you have?

Right now,
we're focused on you.

There's a dead girl
in a freezer,

and I can't
do anything about it.

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

Hey, Frank.

You think I'm stupid,
don't you?

Think I'm gonna fall
for those voicemails?

No, Frank.

Annalise isn't mad at you.

She tried to kill me,
Laurel.

She tell you that?
Just tell her this, okay?

We're even.

Wait, don't say
anything else.

No need to send any more
hit men my way.

Just --
[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Sighs ]

Sorry.

I saw you flirting,
and I got jealous,

so I told him...to back off.

It won't happen again.

No, it will.
It's fine.

You're allowed to be
angry with me,

but it's not like
I was gonna go

hook up with the guy
in the bathroom.

Yeah, no, I know. I --

Sorry.

I don't want you
to be sorry.

I want you
to act like an adult.

You're right.

I will do better.

-So, do we have a deal?
-$15,000. Take it or leave it.

That's a 2.5 karat
with D color

and flawless clarity that
he -- that I paid $45,000 for.

And this is
a 24/7 pawn shop.

You don't like it,
go on eBay.

$30,000.
$16,000.

$28,000.
$17,000.

$21,000 or I file a report
with the FTC

that you entered
into a negotiation of sale

before confirming that I was
the legal owner of the ring,

resulting in you
losing your license.

Asher:
Okay, that was hot.

Like, I want you to sit
on my face right now hot.

And a grand in profit?
Are you kidding me?

He was like,
"This is not eBay."

[ Gate closes ]

That's 1,000 bucks.

I could use that.

It's blood money.

Toby: I got arrested
the night Virginia died.

I spent a couple nights
in the county jail

before my lawyer
could get bail.

Annalise:
And during this time,

did you speak
to any other inmates?

Yes, there was a, uh,
man in my cell block.

-Why is he on the stand?
-Shh.

And what did
this man tell you?

He asked me if I knew
about this girl Janie Sherwin

from the news.

And why did he seem
interested in this girl?

He said he'd killed her
and hid her in a freezer.

Objection. Relevance.

My client is trying
to tell the truth

about this girl
who's been missing for years.

-Again, relevance.
-It's relevant because

it proves my client has been
unable to get a fair trial

in the city
of Philadelphia.

-Objection. Inflammatory.
-A very serious accusation,

Ms. Keating.
-You want proof?

Here.

I'd like to enter into evidence
a prison record sheet

of my client the night
he was arrested.

You'll see that he was
placed in the same cell block

as an inmate named
Jackson Terry...

Jackson Terry's got four counts
of first-degree murder,

all women, all violent.

You just say they crossed paths.
Terry confessed.

...who confessed
his crime to my client.

Now, it was not my intention
to discuss this matter

in open court,
but Ms. Atwood refused

to even hear my offer yesterday.

Because Ms. Keating never said
anything about a murdered girl.

I never had the chance.

In fact, Ms. Atwood
inferred that no one

in the D.A.'s office
would negotiate with me.

That is a lie,
Your Honor.

Did we not meet yesterday
in your office?

Yes --
Did you not say

that my reputation
was the sole reason

why you wouldn't negotiate with
me, which let's be clear,

is the very definition
of prosecutorial bias.

Judge, I can explain.
You should explain.

To Janie Sherwin's mother,
Sharon, who's been suffering

for years not knowing whether
her daughter's dead or alive.

My client is attempting
to end that suffering,

but your prejudice
against me won't allow it.

Your Honor, it's no secret
that my reputation has suffered

in this courthouse.

I can handle it.

But I won't allow it
to keep my client

from getting a fair trial.

Three years. You just
need to plead guilty

to involuntary
manslaughter.

Three years in jail?

You let one woman die
in the street

and another
rot in a freezer.

God knows
you deserve worse.

But I hired you because you said
you'd get me no jail time!

You killed
two innocent women,

and you still think
you get to complain?

Say you'll take the deal!

Say it!

Okay.

Is this a goodbye, or should
I call Ursela back in again?

No need.

I just came
to drop this off.

I, uh,
can't thank you enough.

I scratch your back,
you scratch mine.

It's quite clever.

He used a pretty sophisticated
program to hide his location,

but we were able to find him
in a town called Coalport.

It's near Pittsburgh.

He's been there
about a week.

I'll let you
get back to work.

How well do you know
this man, m'ija?

I'm an adult.
I can decide

who I want in my life,
so no more spying on me.

No more bugging my phone.

I wouldn't need to if you'd
just return my calls.

Listen.

I know why you're angry.

I understand.

I never saw you,

not this person
you've become.

I see her now.

You've taken everything
you've been through,

all the pain, and you
turned it into strength.

And for that,
I am proud of you.

Very, very proud.

Por favor, please don't ever
disappear on me like that again.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Can I help you?

Or did you just come to
return the money you stole?

It was beyond stupid.

I know.

I was just angry at men,

especially rich ones who don't
appreciate what they have.

Just put it back.

Bonnie.

I'm sorry about Asher.
We were gonna tell you --

God, you just ruined it.

What?

We don't need to make this
a thing, Michaela.

Bone whoever you want.

[ Door opens ]

What do I do with this?

Keep it. See if he has
the nerve to ask for it back.

Look.

[ Answering machine chimes ]

Candice:
President Hargrove?

What is it, Candice?

Barry Lewiston
is on the phone.

[ Sighs ]

Of course he is.

Hi, Barry.

Yes, I am reading it right now.

It's Laurel. Leave a message,
but I'll probably never listen.

[ Voicemail beeps ]

Hey. Are you back?

Call me.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Sorry, I was just, uh --

Calling Laurel?

I know.

I'm about to start
my E.R. rotation.

And people's lives literally
will depend on me.

Instead of me focusing on that,
I've been stressing about

what to get you
for your birthday

while you're into
some other girl.

It's not like that.

I want to believe you.

But then I see your face when
her name shows up on your phone.

My face?

You get...happy.

In a way, that makes me
happy for you.

Because God knows
that you deserve

nothing but good things
at this point in your life.

You're the good thing
in my life.

Not Laurel.

It's you.

You don't have to get me
anything for my birthday.

Too late.

I'm sorry I didn't
call you back.

I got a little paranoid
using the phone around my dad.

It's fine.

Did he find Frank?

Yes, but he wouldn't
tell me where he was

unless I signed
my soul over to him,

and I couldn't do it,
not again.

I'm sorry,
I really wanted to help.

Fathers suck.

I think we can
all agree on that.

Yeah.

I think we all need a drink.

No!

[ Camera shutter pops ]

[ Door buzzes ]

[ Door slams ]

Oliver: Excuse me. Sorry.

Excuse me. Sorry.
Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

Annalise called me from jail.
Did you do it?

Do what?

The phone.

She sent me to find you.

It's clean.

Good.

Follow me.

Now, Miss, you need
clearance to come in --

I'm Annalise Keating's lawyer.
This is her house.

John!

All right.

Come on, Bonnie.
This is an active crime scene.

Just tell me
what the charges are,

and I'll get
out of your hair.

And have the chief
tear me a new one?

I don't think so.

Are you not telling me
because you don't have a case?

This arrest is just
for headlines?

Look, you'll get your charges
soon enough, just not from me.

You can only hold her for
48 hours without charging her.

Yeah, and that's --

Man: Hold up!

Everybody quiet!

Man #2: Rescue 1.
Rescue 1 priority.

This is Gaines.
Talk to me.

We have another occupant.
We're bringing them out now.

Status?

Status?!

There's a pulse.
I repeat, we have a pulse.

Get an ambulance ready.

Line up a police escort
for the hospital.

Come on, everyone!
Let's go!