How to Get Away with Murder (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 9 - Who's Dead? - full transcript

Annalise and Nate argue after a tip about Renee Atwood is exposed; the person under the sheet is revealed.

Previously on "How To Get Away With Murder"...
- Why did she call? - I don't know. I deleted the voicemail.
You've never been totally honest with me.
'Cause this is bigger than me.
Maybe it's because you're afraid
that I'll really know who you are
and not like him.
I just want to fix this.
You gonna erase it all? Take everything away?
- This isn't what she wants. - This is exactly what I want.
Don't, Frank!
- Do it! Pull it! - Please don't! Don't!
- Do it for me! - Please don't!
Welcome to your midterm exam.
Before each of you is a case file
for your client...
Ted Bundy.
It's 1989, and he's weeks away from the electric chair
for the violent murder of 30 young women.
You'll each get one minute to convince me,
the Chief Justice of the Florida Supreme Court,
to overturn his death sentence.
Does Mr. Bundy,
an infamous serial killer, rapist, and necrophile,
deserve to live?
You better convince me he does,
otherwise this sociopath dies on your watch.
Sam was wrong about you, Frank.
- She doesn't mean any of this... - You're a sociopath.
That's all you'll ever be... sick and depraved.
It's time for you to go.
Ms. Castillo?
You gave me the Automatic "A."
That doesn't mean you're excused.
Come on. Tell me why Mr. Bundy's life is worth saving.
You know who you are deep down inside.
That's why you bought that gun, right?
So you could do something good for once.
This is your chance.
Mr. Bundy suffers from mental-health issues.
And mental-health issues are often caused
by chemical imbalances in the brain.
Look at me, Frank. Only me.
This only makes it worse for her.
I can handle it.
She's saying this because she's hurt.
We can't let emotions blind us to the fact
that the death penalty is ineffective as a deterrent.
Current estimates state that one out of every 25 inmates
on death row is innocent.
If you do this, you're making her a killer.
It's what she wants.
- It's not. - It is.
She knows this was Sam.
Sam didn't kill anyone. It was you!
Do any of us want to live in a society
that doesn't allow second chances? No.
Let us dedicate our energy to caring for this man
instead of killing him.
- I need you here, Frank. - She's playing you!
No, you were there.
That night meant everything to me.
You deserve better than me.
My client's charming and charismatic on the outside.
But inside he's a ball of repressed pain.
I'll die if you do this. So please don't.
You know me.
More than anyone.
So if I lose you...
Live for me. Please?
You love me, right?
You might not be able to say it...
but you love me.
You love me.
You love me.
You love me.
I'm so sorry.
You should've done it.
How'd you pull all that science psychobabble out of your ass?
I'm smart.
Or you grew up in a psych ward.
That too.
My mother.
Here we are. Your grades.
For the first time in the history of my teaching career...
you all passed.
Hell, yeah! Unh! Hit me, people!
Except you.
Here's some champagne. You all earned it.
It's expensive, too.
You're not staying?
Yeah, come on, Professor Keating. Let's get wild.
You couldn't handle it.
96, bitches! Ha-ha!
Hey, Oli, give me my own bottle.
Everything okay?
Frank's gone.
What does that mean?
Just what I said.
Yeah. "Gone" can mean a lot of things.
Not that type of gone.
Meaning he won't bother us anymore. You have my word.
So, go.
Celebrate with Laurel, have a drink.
Have 10. One of us has to.
DJ Hamie-hampton on the turntables, baby, baby!
Ah, enough with the gay stereotypes.
I need a play...
Hey. S-Saw you got a 91 on the exam.
I was impressed actually.
I... You're gonna make a great lawyer someday.
You mean for someone so damaged?
I regret saying that.
I'd rather be damaged than fake.
Oh, Simon, hit me.
Ah, don't you think maybe you've had enough to drink?
Do not try to monitor me like one of your little freshmen.
I just don't think
that now is the best time for getting crunk.
Oh. It's the perfect time.
Your mom's heading to your house right now.
She called your phone the other night, and I picked up.
You picked up a call from the mom she hates?
I tried to tell her it wasn't a good time 'cause of exams.
And then she said she'd send you exactly what you need,
and I thought it was gonna be flowers or a huggy bear or something.
So I gave her your address, but it turns out she was just sending herself!
Are you having a stroke?
You lost weight?
Get some good-good last night?
I wish.
Well, whatever you're doing,
keep doing it, 'cause you are glowing.
Junk food is all I'm doing.
I had to trade in vodka for cake.
Had to?
Got in a little trouble.
I knew you had problems. Didn't know this was one of them.
That's why they call it functioning alcoholic.
Well, still, quittin' looks good on you.
'Cause when you look good, you feel good.
And when you feel good, you...
Oh, what'd I say?
It's not you. It's just...
It's too damn quiet in here.
Where's Yvonne's big mouth when you...
You're getting clean. This is what happens.
The feelings you've been drowning in booze
starting to coming up all ugly and loud.
Which is why I'm now trying to bury them in food.
Well, come here instead.
You know, sit in my chair, let the snotty tears come.
I've seen worse.
If you're gonna fall off the wagon, give me a call.
I'll bring the coke, you bring the Henny.
Shut your mouth.
Where did he go?
I don't know.
Did you ask her?
- No. - Why not?
You're saying we're just supposed to believe her?
Or assume she killed him and we're all fine with that?
I kind of would be fine with that.
He knows about us.
You told me he didn't.
I know. I just...
I didn't want you to freak out before you had to testify.
Now, you know I love a black woman
who has her money on point, but I'm gonna need you
to stop bringing these $100 bills up in here.
Last time, I swear.
Oh, and good lookin' out on the referral.
Thought your friend's bourgie ass had stumbled
into the wrong place till she said you recommended me.
- My friend? - She seemed to know you pretty well.
Or want to know you.
To be honest, I got a little "single black female" vibe.
Pretty, brown-skinned, natural hair?
3c curly. Looks good on her actually.
We both know that I've been
unfairly aggressive in court,
and I'm just here to make amends.
It's part of my recovery.
All's fair in the courtroom.
You know, as two of the very few black women in our field,
I think we need to be lifting each other up.
And not sleeping with each other's man.
Excuse me?
- This is about Nate. - No.
You screwed him, and now I am.
That doesn't mean that we're required
to engage in a cat fight.
I'm with you.
Then why are you here?
To make nice.
Hell, let's grab a cup of coffee sometime, Mani-pedis.
Maybe you can recommend a good salon for me.
Seems like I need to switch mine up.
- You've been investigating me. - Please.
Maybe you're stalking me for some other reason?
I'm not stalking you.
You need to work on your poker game, girl...
- Okay. - ...because everything that's going on...
- We're done here. - ...on your face right now confirms every suspicion
- I had coming in here. - This meeting was a courtesy.
And, you know, the funniest part is picturing you going
all "undercover" at Ro's thinking it was a good idea.
Get out!
You know, someone may take me down,
but my ass if it's gonna be you.
What the hell is this?
Does it feel good?
Knowing that the only reason
why you got this new job is because of me?
I don't know what that means. And I don't care to.
Your new trick is investigating me.
That's why they hired you, right? 'Cause you know me so well.
You drunk right now?
I quit.
Then there's no excuse for how you're acting.
Tell me you had no part in this.
After all the illegal crap you dragged my ass into,
you think I'm gonna rat on you?!
Why not? If they gave you immunity.
You're right. I'm gonna go upstairs and ask for that right now.
There he goes, signing up to be someone's bitch again.
You're the bitch!
- You sick, pathetic... - Keep walking!
Is this really how you want to be? Huh?
The hood chick causing a scene at her ex's work?
What other choice do I have?
You made your choice when you chased me away!
I thank you for that.
And being free of you woke me the hell up.
And I'm still a good-enough guy
to come on down here and get an earful of your crazy.
But I'm done.
Get drunk, be sober.
Just keep your damn mess away from me.
How am I supposed to get better?
That's not my job.
Girl, bye.
Wow. Schmancy.
It's tiny, actually.
Oh, baby, it's nice.
Which makes sense, 'cause you always did like nice things.
Asher seems nice, too. His picture surprised me.
I didn't know you like white boys.
How did you see his picture?
He sent me a selfie.
Don't be mad at him.
I totally bamboozled him into giving me your address,
which I never should've had to do.
- What do you need? - Huh?
You got on a plane, you're in my apartment,
which means you need something. What is it?
Well, uh...
I've got the cancer.
- Okay, I'm lying. - I know.
Micky, I left your daddy.
So, if it's all right with you,
I might need a place to stay for just a few weeks.
Connor, you want some?
Can we please talk?
Not here.
I'm sorry, okay? I was just trying to protect you.
Exactly. You have to stop that.
Treating me like some charity case.
I'm not treating you like a chari...
You just admitted you lied to me
'cause you were worried I'd freak out about Frank!
This is about Frank?!
No, it's not about Frank.
Then why are you trying to pick a fight right now?
- 'Cause I have a bad feeling. - About?
That you're only with me 'cause you want to fix me.
- That's not true! - It makes sense.
You've spent your whole life trying to fix your mom.
- And now what? It's my turn? - My mom?
You know what? Don't worry about it.
No. Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. So what you're saying
is 'cause my mom's mentally ill, I am, too?
- No. That's not what I'm saying. - 'Cause let's be clear.
Fixing people... that's more your issue than it is mine.
You only fell for Rebecca 'cause she was
some broken little bird that you just wanted to save!
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?
I'm just trying to be honest.
- No, you're right. We shouldn't talk about this here. - This is...
Did you two just have a lovers' quarrel?
Shut up.
Don't get alarmed, but you need to come to the police station.
I'll explain in person, but it's important.
His attorney's calling him down here right now.
Good. Land him.
Call as soon as you get anything.
Sorry for barging in.
No, it's a nice surprise.
I would say let's grab a coffee,
but I actually have my hands full right now.
Yeah, I heard.
Everything okay?
Did you only hire me
so I'd help your investigation into Annalise?
So you do still talk to her.
So it is true?
Let me be clear.
This office is not investigating Annalise Keating.
And why I helped you get this job is because you deserve it.
We should end this.
Did you not just hear me?
I just think it's in both our best interests
to stop before things get more... complicated.
- I thought it was you. - Because I'm that guy?
Of course not.
- I'm so sorry. - Don't be.
Why is your penis on a dead girl's phone?
Kill me. Kill me. Kill me!
You disgusting slut. I'm so sorry.
You're gonna die alone in this house.
You're nothing but a piece of ass.
Pull it! Do it for me!
Lila was six weeks pregnant.
You killed my son.
Is Frank here?
Not that it matters, 'cause we're all going to jail.
The D.A.'s office is investigating me.
get a glass.
You got some catching up to do.
Hey. It's Wes. You know what to do.
Where'd you go? I'm in the mood to fix you right now.
- Pizza's here! - So just call me.
Hey, do you think it's a good idea
for you to be getting wasted?
Yeah. Why? Do you have a problem with it?
No, not for me.
But I vaguely remember you showing up on my doorstep
messed up the night of the bonfire
with a substance-abuse problem.
You're cute.
That you bought that.
What is that supposed to mean?
I wasn't high, Oli. I was traumatized.
Traumatized from what?
Like you don't already know.
Castillo! Vámonos!
I just realized I can't let some lazy,
deadbeat man take my last remaining years.
You inspired me to be honest.
Okay, you need to go back home,
tell Daddy you changed your mind and you want him back.
Do you even have a bank account?
I can get one.
Exactly. Daddy knows how to take care of you.
That's not very P.C.
- Okay. - Well, then, fine. Leave him.
But go ask one of your other children
- to sleep on their couch. - All right, you do know
that Violet is back on the Oxy, right?
And Odette is still with Dirty Durwood.
None of this is my problem!
Out of all of y'all,
I thought you'd be the one that would understand.
This is a big life decision for me!
I don't understand. Or care, to be honest.
Beg the church to take you back or go sleep on the street,
but I'm not gonna be the one to take care of you right now.
After all that I've given you?
What have you given me?
Everything in my life, I gave me.
Look at your other children!
I'm the only one who's not a complete disaster.
You're pretty sure about that?
'Cause I think that richy-rich fiancé left you.
Oh, my God. Get out!
Maybe you forgot about it,
but I will never forget what it was like seeing you
in that sorry-ass swamp shack, where we rescued you.
Social Services rescued me, then I rescued myself!
You just needed to feel good about yourself.
So, hey! Job well done!
You did your charity work, saved your little black baby.
And now I'm asking you to leave.
You ungrateful little ho.
Sorry. Hi. I tried to stop them.
Mama Pratt! We're so excited to meet you!
Hi. I'm Laurel.
We brought you a little taste of Louisiana!
It happens all the time.
The D.A. gets your statement typed up,
needs you to sign off that the wording's correct.
At least they're trying to save you the trip to New York.
So it's about the Mahoney trial?
Unless there's another reason the police want to talk to you.
This way.
Just take a bite.
What do you think they know?
I don't want to think about it.
Okay, but there are things we can do to prepare.
I burned the files.
You don't think that was good enough?
Is it true?
You sleep with him?
It didn't mean anything.
I'll make coffee.
One, two, three, shoot!
- I'm so sorry. - Save it.
Oh, my God! Look at that trouser snake!
Uh, I probably shouldn't be on HumpR in front of you.
No, you shouldn't be.
I have raised four sons.
I have seen my share of dinglebirds before.
So, on this HumpR, do you have to be gay or is it breeders?
Gay. You scroll through the photos until you see one
that you want and then you set up a date, and that's it.
Okay. Ooh, he's fine.
I like that. Look at that hot m...
Is that Thomas?
- What?! - No!
Look. He contacted me. What's the big deal?
Dude, bros before hoes!
We already talked about meeting up at Debriefed later.
- It's a gay bar. - I want to go.
You should. That way, I can move out while you're gone.
Sure you can afford it? Just gonna move in and leech off
another family till your spoiled little ass gets bored with them, too?
Or maybe I'll adopt a bunch of kids and collect the welfare checks.
Ain't worth it. Trust me.
Okay, I have an idea!
How about we take Connor to find a twink at my place
and we can leave Michaela and Mrs. Pratt to hang out alone?
Don't leave me.
It's time for bed.
Just rest.
How long have you and Annalise Keating
known each other?
Since I started taking her class.
Would you say you two are close?
We assumed this was about the Mahoney case.
What's the interest in my client's relationship
with Annalise Keating?
We're looking into her possible involvement in a murder.
What's that have to do with my client?
That's what we're trying to figure out.
Tell us what this is, or we leave.
We'd like Wes to cooperate in an ongoing investigation.
An investigation into Professor Keating?
A body was found in the woods.
We got a DNA match to someone
who was associated with Ms. Keating.
Now, you being a law student, I'm sure you know how often
a woman's murder is committed by her boyfriend.
You dated Rebecca Sutter.
Look, I don't need you to tell me what you know
or what you allegedly did.
When you're offered immunity, you take it.
Wes, this is serious.
It's Annalise they're after here, not you.
You're fired.
She's gotten into your head.
I get how that could happen with someone of her stature,
but now is the time to cut the cord.
Did you not hear me?
You're fired.
Someone make Detective again?
Investigator for the D.A., actually.
You working the Keating investigation?
We're being tight-lipped on this one.
Good to see you.
The D.A. is investigating Annalise.
You can fix this.
Take the fall.
So it was a lie, huh?
You love me,
but you want me to jump on the grenade for all of us?
I want us all to be safe.
Hey. It's Wes. You know what to do.
Wes, I need you to come to the house right away.
I'll explain in person, but...
it's important.
Where are you?
- The clinic. - Okay.
Stay there. I'm coming to you.
Why? Is something wrong?
Are you with Wes?
No, we had a fight.
Find him and get everyone to the house right away.
I'll explain to you in person. Just hurry.
Okay, but we've been drinking your champagne all day and...
No, no, no, no.
It's an actual rap I wrote, and there's a video.
And it's called "Bye Felicia." And it's on fleek!
Hey, we need to go.
No. We have to...
Annalise needs us at the house.
Where's Connor?
Probably boning some freshman.
And I don't think I can go anywhere, to be honest.
I can't feel my face.
Or my legs.
Or my penis.
Where are you?
Hey, I don't know if you have plans,
but, uh, we could grab a bite.
There's a... There's a great sushi place downstairs actually.
What are you doing?
I'm sorry?
This was sex. Not a date.
Wow. Okay.
You know, you're much nicer on HumpR.
That's 'cause I wanted to get laid.
You know what?
You're the problem with the gay community.
You know, we all just treat each other like a piece of meat.
We're all the problem with the gay community.
It was nice meeting you.
I rely on you more than I should.
No, it... Uh, I'm just happy to be here.
I know, but...
But... what?
I'm in trouble, Oliver.
We all are.
Connor, too.
But you can help.
Who do you want me to hack?
The D.A.'s Office.
Annalise, are you here?
Annalise, are you here?
- Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to step b... - I live here!
- Step back! - Please!
Ma'am, just calm down!
Calm down.
Who is it? Tell me! Tell me.
Hey! Hey...
- Here. - What's this?
A plane ticket home. Your flight leaves at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.
Honey, we just had a little mother-daughter row.
Yeah, I don't really see it that way.
Well, how do you see it? Is it us not talking anymore?
'Cause I'm not okay with that.
Baby, I messed up. I hate that I did it.
But I'm your mama and I love you.
I don't know what that means.
You don't know what love means?
Coming from you? No.
I have to study.
You know, your friends aren't your family, Micky.
They don't know you like we do.
You have never known me.
Let him through.
I heard someone say there was a body. Is it true?
No one knows anything yet.
Okay, but what if it's true?
Stop it. Let's not let our minds go there.
Wipe it clean.
Everything on it.
Ms. Keating, we're gonna have to do this right now.
Annalise Keating, you're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.
Look straight into the camera, please.
I want my phone call.
I'll accept the charges.
Bonnie, I'm in jail.
They arrested me.
For what?
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.
Hold up! Everybody quiet!
Rescue 1. Rescue 1. Priority.
Talk to me.
We have another occupant. We're bringing them out now.
- Dr. Lowell. - What?
I'm the med student. I was sent to get the lab results.
- Get to the point. - She's pregnant.
Oh, my God.
I know her.
The official charge... arson and first-degree murder.
The evidence?
An anonymous source.
Is she gonna die?
Okay, you need to keep your voice down, okay?
I can get in a lot of trouble for even telling you this.
I just want to make sure she's okay. I'm sorry.
I know, and I promise you
I'm gonna tell you everything I can, okay?
H-Have you thought about contacting the others?
No. I want to make... I wanted to make sure...
You should definitely call...
- Laurel's at Middleton Hospital. - I'm here.
Then get off the phone, find out how she is.
I know. I'm on it. Please try to trust me.
I will if you find out what the hell they know.
Laurel's pregnant.
She gonna be okay?
I have no idea.
This is Connor. You should text me.
Connor, pick up, please.
Who's this?
Trishelle. Who's this?
Oliver. Wh... I'm looking for Connor Walsh.
Is that whose phone this is?
I just found it in my daughter's sofa cushions.
Darn thing was vibrating my booty.
Someone named Oliver looking for Connor.
I don't know where he is, Oliver.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, what's wrong?
- You haven't heard? - Heard what?
Annalise's house burned down. The cops arrested her.
An anonymous source.
That's all they would tell me.
Was it you?
Look me in the eye and say it's not.
Then I can move on.
It's not me.
It's Meggy.
It's Meggy, Laurel. You're okay.
What, what, what? What is it?
Pen? This?
Okay, okay.
Here, here.
You reached Nate Lahey. Leave a message.
Why am I getting calls
about you hanging outside interrogation rooms?
I swear to god, Nate.
If you are still in contact with her...
Call me back!
- Bonnie! Thank God! - What the hell happened?
Someone went to the police.
- What are you talking about? - What?
Annalise was arrested because of an anonymous source.
Annalise called everyone over to the house. Did you know about that?
- She didn't do this. - Then why did she lie to my face?
She said she didn't know if somebody died in the fire,
but she did, didn't she?
- What are you talking about? - It's all over the news.
There's an unidentified male body.
Oh, my God. You know who it is!
You're not telling me because it's Connor, right?
I swear to God, if you lie to us right now,
- I will go to the police. - Just tell us who it is!
Is Connor dead?! Just tell me. Please.
My God.
Who's dead?
Case number X-14-0522.
Dr. Bradfield speaking.
I've just completed an initial visual exam of the decedent.
Sex... male.
Age... undetermined.
Ethnicity... black.
The decedent shows extensive full-thickness thermal injuries
with focal charring of the extremities.
Can I help you?
The D.A.'s Office. Can I take a look?
No. No.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
No, no!
No, no!!
Bonnie, who is it?
It's Wes.
What happened?
What happened?!
Do you know?
Did you... Did you...
Did you see him in the house?
Do you know what happened?
Do you know what happened to him?
You circling a cause of death yet?
Officially? No.
This is wrong. As is this.
You said this would cover
obstruction of justice and conspiracy,
so I want that in writing, too.
That's blanket immunity.
You want someone to help take her down?
This is the only way I talk.
Wes, I need you to come to the house right away.
I'll explain in person, but...
it's important.
I didn't do this.
What is it?
He was already dead, before the fire.