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Jorge Castillo, I have a warrant for your arrest.

I heard you took Crawford's place

as the new managing partner, right?

- Convenient. - You think I had something to do with this?

I didn't say that.

- Then be smart and stop talking. - Who is he?

Vivian's boyfriend until he O.D.'d on oxy.

Telesco's gonna say that my mom gave him the drugs.

If she finds out the truth...

Wait, y-you did this?

No UVA law student has time to watch TV...

- unless you dropped out on me. - 'Course not.

- Laurel needs us. - No, she's never needed us.

No, I'm going to the police to report her missing.

That's already happened, Michaela.

Frank and Bonnie are with the police right now.

We're gonna beat out all of the guilt

and the shame and the lies and the fear.

Annalise knew your birth father.

If that's true, I'm gonna kill you.

Welcome to the new semester,

which is your last semester of law school.

From here on out, you will be taking point on your cases.

I'm just here to give you enough rope to hang yourselves with.

Our first client... Hector Diaz.

He crossed the border illegally from Sinaloa, Mexico,

and now wants asylum.

Be ready to pitch your strategy at C&G in two hours.

- Class dismissed. - Professor Keating, wait.

Uh, there's a rumor that Laurel Castillo dropped out.

Shouldn't someone get her seat?

Also Michaela Pratt. She's not here, either.

I didn't know your father, Michaela.

It says right here you did.

- I was an intern on his case. - _

- That means you knew him. - No...

- You're not making any sense! - Listen, put that down, and I'll explain.

I was an undergrad at Tennessee,

volunteering at the law firm that was defending him.

Is this the same story you told Wes?

- Listen... - I'm part of your pathetic kid rescue collection?

I didn't know who you were until we picked the K5.

Oh, it was a coincidence...

that's what you expect me to believe?!

No, I never told you because I knew it wasn't the story

- you wanted to hear. - All I ever want is for you to be honest!

No, you want me to make sense out of your pain,

to say that I knew your father

and that there was a good reason why he gave you up,

and I wish I could give that to you, Michaela.

I do, but I didn't know the man.

He was a stranger to me, just like he is to you.

I'm sorry.

I'm just sorry you're so dumb

that you think I'd believe you...

... bitch.

Ms. Pratt is out sick.

The free seat goes to the student who came the closest

to getting it last semester... Asher Millstone.

Yes! Sweet baby Jesus.

Study up on the client. I'll see you at C&G.

Where is she?

At home, boycotting you.

And stabbing her AK voodoo doll.

You can't expect us to buy that this was all a coincidence.

- It was. - And what's my coincidence?

You never explained to me why you picked me for the K5.

Because you're my secret baby.

You all are.

Here, the first reference I found of a Dwight Halpern

is in Dixon Correctional Institute in '91...

Right after my birth mother was shot.

Then he got transferred in 2001 to BB Rayburn.

So he's still in Louisiana?

I'm checking.

Or we could just quit this right now.

I mean, he shot your mom.

That's just the story I was told.

He went to jail for it.

Like innocent black men don't go to jail all the time.

There! That's him.

- Orleans Parish Prison, 2001 to 2005. - _

Mm. There's no records after that,

so maybe he got released.

No.

What? Are... Are you sure?

Maybe he got out on good behavior.

They lost him in Katrina.

- Who? - My father.

There's no sign of him after 2005

because his records got destroyed in Katrina.

Unless you disappeared him?

- Stop this. - Why?

So I don't find out the real reason

you've been lying to me this whole time?

You can be angry with me, but you can't miss class.

That's what you're mad about?

Fail me.

- Oh, you think I won't? - Do it.

Then I'll go to the disciplinary board

and tell them about your little relapse.

I'm trying to have an adult conversation with you.

Adult this.

Who'd you piss off this time?

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The hell is wrong with you?

Stole my husband and now you got to take my son, too?

No, this was all Gabriel.

But you knew he was lying to me this entire time.

I had to drive to UVA, thinking I'd surprise him,

only to find out he's here with you?

Let's go somewhere and talk.

No, you argued a case in front of the Supreme Court.

You can handle fighting me in public.

No. I don't want to fight at all.

Too late. I'm here. I'm ready.

I didn't know Gabriel existed until he showed up here.

I didn't know Sam knew he existed.

Oh, Sam knew. He absolutely knew.

- You want to know when he found out? - I don't.

The same night he stood in our living room

and announced he was leaving me for you.

He shocked me with that news, so I shocked his ass right back.

And I knew exactly how our man would react.

Didn't disappoint, either.

He said, "Never mind",

he'd tell you it was over.

That's right. He chose me.

I just wasn't pathetic enough to take him back.

So you lied to your son about his father.

He's angry about that.

If you want him back, talk to him.

Did you kill Sam?

I've never killed anyone in my life, but try me.

How can I help you?

Here.

- My fiancée, Laurel Castillo... - _

she's missing, and the police have no leads.

My God. I'm so sorry.

I found this in her jewelry.

It's... It's one of yours, right?

Opens a safe deposit box?

Are... Are you listed on the account?

You think I'd be asking if I was?

Uh, sorry. Dumb question. It's just...

I'm begging you, Rachael.

Yes. Laurel Castillo's one of the access-holders.

One of them?

There's another family member listed.

Uh, her mother, Sandrine? Xavier?

Without proof of your relationship,

I can't tell you anything else.

So sorry.

Temporary protected status.

- Where's Mr. Maddox? - Who cares?

I just gave you the perfect strategy for this case.

Uh, a better strategy's arguing Mr. Diaz

was persecuted because of his race.

You mean the gang violence that's rampant in Sinaloa right now.

Gang violence is a stereotype about the region.

Clearly, this should disqualify Mr. Walsh.

- Mr. Walsh wins. - What? Bull donks!

- His idea sucks! - Seriously?

I need this more than him. I missed a whole semester.

Fine, Mr. Millstone is second chair.

Mr. Maddox, my office.

Your mother's here.

- What? - Yeah. She stopped me on campus.

You swear you didn't know?

No, of course not. I had no clue.

Why wouldn't she tell me she was here?

Well, she's your mother, not mine.

- What did she say? - These are questions for her, Gabriel,

so go and talk to her.

Look who's got that Cali glow.

Well, that's menopause, girl.

I'll take it.

You on hot flashes is better than every male partner

giving me side-eye like I stole their birthright.

Really, all I stole was a dead man's office...

... which, let me tell you, is still giving me the creeps.

- Hey. I'm your boss now. - _

I'll cut off the funds to your clinic if you don't listen to me.

Well, I'm sorry. I have to go.

What's going on?

Sam's ex is in town.

Oh. Why is that a thing?

Everything dealing with Sam is a thing.

I'll be a better employee tomorrow.

I was looking for a friend more than an employee.

- You ready to rock, Bette Davis? - Is that a gay joke?

It's an "All About Eve" joke, 'cause the understudy here

is about to become the star of this case.

I'm so confused.

I'm stealing our client from you.

Consider it nice I gave you a warning.

I'm sorry. W-Where's my client?

Uh... T-Tu, Hector.

Tu in, uh... uh, U.S.A.

Uh, duh... Tu parentes, dónde...

Are they, um... in Mexico?

Uh...

Did Annalise tell you to do that just to torture me?

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You think she was wearing a wire?

Of course, for the FBI, Hannah...

- Or the Governor. - Take your pick.

Here, this is everything Frank found on Vivian.

I would ask him to get more, but he's MIA.

- Please tell me he's not doing something stupid. - I'll find him.

Good, and find something on Vivian

to scare her back to Chicago.

On it.

Wait. You both wanna see this.

It's from 10 years ago,

when Tegan was at C&G's Mexico office.

- So? - It's the same year Laurel was kidnapped.

- C&G got her released. - Tegan negotiated that?

Not sure, but I just want us all to keep a closer eye on her.

No, you want me to start drinking again.

Shoulda stayed in Malibu.

- Where's Annalise? - Oh, she's not here.

- You said this was an Annalise emergency. - Yeah, it is.

The emergency is that she's not answering her phone.

Look, Connor and I, we need a translator,

and since you say "Castillo" so well...

I'm the managing partner of a giant law firm.

- You think I have time to be your translator? - I mean, you should.

At least, if you want to meet your pro-bono hours requirement.

Uh...

Our client is 8 years old and he's very, very adorable!

- When's his hearing? - Two days.

I'm planning on arguing for asylum due to gang violence.

Connor's idea. It's lame, right?

Okay, well, no strategy will work if he doesn't

tell us anything, is the point.

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Wait, w-w-what's he drawing?

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¿Sí?

It's a gang member.

If we show this to the judge,

it'll show he's been oppressed by violence.

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We got a gang, just not the right one.

It's Vivian. Hit me at the beep.

You dead in a ditch somewhere?

That's the only excuse I'm taking for you

not calling me back.

I hate you for convincing me to find my father,

because... found him. Well, sort of.

He's lost in the system.

And even though I want to go back to not caring about

finding him, you put it in my head that I should,

which means that all the frustration

that I'm feeling is your fault.

Mm.

- Michaela... - Unh-unh. Pants off right now.

- My mom is here. - Oh, my God. Where?

Not here in the apartment. Here in town.

How mad is she?

Mad enough that she won't return my calls.

I only know she's here because of Annalise.

- What? - She went to her first, which is crazy,

but that's my mom for you.

Well... since we're both stressed.

Perfect.

Gabriel.

- Oh, my God. - Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up.

I hear you.

One minute!

Boy, open this door.

Hi. Uh, Ms. Maddox.

Michaela. Pratt.

So lovely to finally meet you.

- You live in this apartment, Michaela? - Uh...

No. I-I have a house of my own.

I mean, I share it, I don't own it.

Thank God. It's kind of gross.

How about you go to that gross house so I can talk to my son?

Of course. Uh, just lovely to...

Thank you. Okay.

You drunk this morning?

Is that why you forgot to tell us that our client's a child?

Or is this some hint about why you picked me for the K5?

Hector's my brother or something.

Attorneys get incomplete case files all the time.

They only meet their clients on the first day of court.

You're lucky I let you meet Hector before.

So figure out this impossible case on my own,

- is what you're saying? - Like an actual lawyer. Go.

- Tell us what's wrong. - Nothing's wrong.

Okay, literally every time you've ever said that to us,

something has been very, very wrong.

Vivian's here.

Why didn't you pick up any of my calls?

I was running around a city I don't know. My phone died.

So not because you were off high with some guy?

Gabriel Vincent Maddox...

Just tell me why you went to Annalise before me.

Because I assumed you'd lied, just like you've been lying

about being with her this whole time.

She's my professor, Ma. I'm not with her.

Ain't that a relief.

God knows it crossed my mind

considering her previous behavior.

Don't make this about her. He left you.

Sam. That's who you should blame.

I'll blame them both, especially now

that she's brainwashing my son.

I came here for answers. That's all.

Answers I could have given you.

You lied to me about this my whole life.

I always said your father stepped out on us.

- Where's the lie in that? - You said he never came back to see me again.

That's true. He didn't.

I met him... Ma.

When I was 11 years old, he came to see us.

Grandma?

Gabriel?

Get in here right now.

Grandma never told you?

No.

Be honest.

I never knew.

I'll swear on the damn Bible.

Baby, I never meant for you to find out this way.

You never meant for me to find out at all.

Because I knew you'd be hurt, and look at you now.

The truth? I kept him from you because...

he wasn't a good man, for either of us,

and that is no way for you to grow up...

learning how to be a man from a bad one.

Maybe that's wrong. I'm sorry.

But I'm here now, and I'll tell you whatever you want to know

about the man... good, bad, ugly.

Just don't shut me out, baby.

- I think you should go. - Over my dead body.

- Gab... - I just need some time.

What you need to do is talk to me, baby.

I'm not your baby!

I'm a grown-ass man, and I got this way despite you,

not because of you.

Did she seem like a drug addict?

She seemed like a mom.

- Like a moley mom? - What?

Uh, she's probably a mole for the FBI like her moley son.

- Shut up with that. - Yeah, there's no way that

Sam's first wife showing up

at the exact moment the FBI's stalking all of us is bad news.

- Not at all. - Maybe she just came here

to visit her son who she loves and misses.

Never mind. That was the old me talking.

Okay. I have something to confess,

but promise no telling Annalise.

- Gabey's a mole? - He's not a mole.

He just...

He kind of told me he killed his mom's boyfriend.

- Hey. - Where are you?

Pittsburgh. Dad's in trouble with some bookie.

I'm helping him out.

Well, I need your help. Vivian's here.

- Are you serious? - Yeah.

Annalise gave me the file you put together on her.

What's this sealed file in her arrest report?

I never found out.

Do you think you can?

I'll look into it. Gotta go.

I'm here for Laurel. I can't not know anymore...

if she's... okay.

Just tell me she's safe.

What is this?

Some game to make me believe

that you don't know where she is?

- I don't. - Neither do I.

Told the FBI the same thing.

Xavier took her. We both know that.

Don't come here again.

Help me find her.

- I found him. - Oliver!

I did some old-school library hacking

and found a newsletter from a prison in Virginia

that mentions your dad.

Listen... "Inmate D. Halpern received the Warden's Award

for starting an online charity that supports

domestic abuse victims."

A charity. It shows he's reformed.

- We don't know that that's him. - But we do.

Oliver.

He has your eyes.

It's to a safe deposit box in Laurel's name.

She shares it with a family member.

Is it you?

No.

Sandrine? Xavier?

I get it.

That hurt you feel, that kick in your heart?

I've been living with that pain every day

since Laurel was a child.

Think about how scary that is.

You wake up one day to find out just how much

your own daughter hates you.

I still don't get why.

I just know that she wanted to punish me, and it worked.

Look where I am now.

You did this to yourself.

No. Laurel did this.

And she's probably got the same plan for you,

Annalise, and whoever else she's talking to the FBI about.

The biggest tragedy in all this?

Christopher.

I tried to save him, to keep her from destroying him

like every other man in her life... me, Dominick,

Wes... and now you.

You want to worry about someone?

Worry about that sweet little boy.

We say Hector's covered

by the Trafficking Victims Protection Act.

Well, what was he trafficked for?

House cleaning? Sex work?

If you don't know, you can't prove improper purpose.

- Then we try to use DACA. - He's too young for DACA.

I got it. Here.

We, uh... We get Hector to redraw this

without the ICE letters.

That way, we prove that he experienced

violent persecution at home.

You're gonna coach a small child to offer doctored testimony?

- You would do it. - Well, I'm good enough not to get caught.

You're not.

You're all a disappointment. Class dismissed.

Gabriel.

- You're going home. - Excuse me?

Not to your apartment, but back to Chicago with your mother.

That's not your decision.

Think about our client.

That boy probably wants nothing more than to be with his family,

and here you are throwing yours away.

She threw away my chance to know my father.

Then forgive her. I mean it, Gabriel.

Listen, she made one big mistake,

but she gave you your life.

She was high most of my life.

Because she was in pain, just like you are right now.

So go and be the man you keep saying you want to be

and forgive her.

You know you want to.

Hey.

I need a second, Asher.

I know how we get them to leave.

Gabriel killed Vivian's boyfriend.

- What? - Yeah, he told Michaela, or at least...

he hinted at it.

That's game over, right?

- We can't use that. - We just have to threaten to use that.

We can't keep hurting people and not expect them to hurt us back.

AK.

What happened to Laurel and Christopher wasn't your fault.

Go help Connor. He needs it.

Hey.

Hate to say I told you so.

What does that mean?

Your new boss is hanging out with Vivian Maddox.

I don't work with your son, Ms. Maddox.

Middleton University oversees our clinic.

Professor Keating's involvement in the clinic

is why I'm coming to you, as a concerned parent.

What's the concern?

I've heard some rumors.

People love to gossip, especially about Annalise.

Rumors about her being involved in illegal activity.

I'm still not getting what this has to do

with your son or my firm.

If Annalise Keating were arrested for illegal activity

while working for you, there'd be lawsuits,

many of which your firm would pick up the tab for.

I mean, if my son got implicated in her crimes,

I know I'd sue you.

It's Telesco.

She's pissed I got her fired from the FBI,

so she sent in Vivian.

Girl must be scraping the bottom of the barrel

if she's using the ex-wife to take you down.

What's wrong?

Tell me.

Are you playing me?

I'm trying to be your friend here,

but you're making it really hard.

- I'm not the one hiding things. - Really?

Because I covered for your ass

when you went to the "spa" in California.

Meanwhile, I was here being interrogated by the FBI.

They think I killed Emmett, and now you're accusing me of this?

No. Unh-unh. Nope.

Why didn't you tell me that you were meeting with Vivian?

Because the last time I gave you bad news,

you ended up in rehab.

I'm one of the only friends you've got here.

You need me more than I need you.

But if you can't trust me...

I can.

And I do.

Thank you.

Hey, where are you?

- Virginia. - What?

My father's in prison here. Maybe.

I'm waiting for the clerk to tell me.

So distract me?

How did it go with your mom?

Not good.

To the point Annalise told me I should go home.

Y-You agree?

I-I think that's a decision only you can make.

Right.

I-Is this you pushing me away?

Because I've been thinking what we have is real.

- If that's not how you feel... - Miss Pratt?

Uh... I'll ca... I'll call you later.

Good news.

Our records show that "D. Halpern"

is your Dwight Halpern.

- He's here? - Was.

He got transferred to Mohawk Correctional Facility

two years ago.

Uh... Uh, where's that?

Upstate New York.

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This is a small amount of cocaine.

Why even prosecute Ms... Maddox for this?

I'm not sure we should, but until I see

what's under seal, I can't make a recommendation

one way or another to my boss.

Who is your boss right now?

Stevens.

He wants us to put pressure on low-level offenders.

Hence, here I am.

It's Vivian's federal file. I got it unsealed.

She's on probation for drugs... meth.

- We already knew that. - But we didn't know why.

Here.

She was arrested for drug trafficking just last year.

She's in no place to be threatening anyone.

How'd you get this?

- Doesn't matter. - Bonnie, you can't keep doing this.

- It's fine. - Do you want to die?

My counselor at rehab said that I'd die if I kept this up...

fixing other people's crap instead of my own.

Now you're doing it, too.

Why'd you come back?

Really?

And don't you dare say it was for us.

Why not?

You can't handle the fact that I love you?

I know you love me.

I just want you to love yourself, too.

You're telling me that?

They're coming for us, Bonnie.

It's not if, it's when.

Uh, in Me... in Mexico, dónde está?

Uh, in Sinaloa? Here?

Are there... Are there gangs here? Bad men?

Hey. I come bearing gifts.

Cheesesteak is the universal language.

What am I gonna do?

I have nothing to offer the judge tomorrow.

Wait, that's not the only gift I smuggled in.

How'd you do that?

Oh. I'm a rule-breaker. Haven't you heard?

And I downloaded an app to translate...

H-Hey, Hector! That... That's not for...

Oh, my God.

H-Hector? Mi bebé.

Mi bebé. ¿Estás bien? ¿Estás salvo?

Her name's Marisol.

She speaks English, not great, b-better than my Spanish.

But the... the point is she's here.

- Where? - Maryland.

She came last year to work

and then sent for Hector when she had money.

He was with other people from their town,

but they got separated at the border.

So we get Marisol to testify for him, right?

I mean, she can speak to the gang violence back home.

- You can't ask her to do that. - Why?

Because ICE uses kids like Hector as bait

to arrest undocumented parents.

They'll both get deported.

Okay. W-Well, what do we do?

Well, you have to come up with Plan B.

Are you serious? I need your help.

Connor, you're graduating in three months.

I'm not gonna be around after that

to give you all the answers.

So you have to get used to it now.

- Half a gram. - $50.

Keep the rest.

Gracias.

Annalise?

Annalise?

Annalise?

Where the hell have you been?

Uh, my dad got caught up in some crap.

So did I.

Aunt Viv's here, and I need you to help me deal with her.

It's meth.

You're gonna plant that on Vivian,

and I'll take care of the rest.

Frank.

Frank!

We don't know what kind of trap

the FBI's laying out for us right now.

We got to be smart.

Where were you? Really?

It's for a safe deposit box.

I found it in Laurel's room.

Only one other person has access... a family member.

Thought it might be Jorge.

- It's not. - I know that now.

It's Wes.

I wrote it all down. Everything I know.

I have another copy in a safe deposit box.

One phone call, and it gets sent to the police.

What does it say?

Everything, probably. Sam, Rebecca. All of it.

I'll find a way in.

I'll figure it out. I always do.

You have a witness you'd like to examine, Mr. Walsh?

Yes, Your Honor.

I'd like to call Immigration and Customs Agent

Zach Mills to the stand, please.

You're up.

For the record, I don't condone this plan.

What plan?

Aah! No! No! No!

Tranquilo, Hector. Nadie te va a hacer daño.

No le dejes que me lleve! Por favor!

Mr. Walsh, may I suggest a recess?

That's not necessary, Your Honor.

This man is not a real ICE agent.

Hector's reaction, however, is very much real.

Or you coached him! How?

Hector can't even talk due to the trauma

that he's suffered inside the detention center.

Ms. Price, were you part of this charade?

No, Your Honor, this was my idea to illustrate the horror

of my client's inhumane living conditions.

His living conditions are not at issue here.

Article 37 of the U.N. Convention on Rights of Children

demands... "No child shall be subjected to torture."

By that standard alone, my client deserves asylum.

Google "Korematsu Chief Justice repugnant".

- ... to secure our borders. - Roper v. Simmons.

The Supreme Court said that international standards matter

in how we treat children.

Eh, the Supreme Court also made clear

- that that those standards are not binding. - Here.

Just last year, the Chief Justice wrote

that the internment of Japanese-Americans

in World War II was "morally repugnant".

Look at this boy.

Can you honestly say that the conditions

we have him in are not morally repugnant?

Your Honor, the Chief Justice's remarks were about Korematsu,

a case that has never been overruled.

Let me quote the Chief Justice.

"Korematsu was gravely wrong the day it was decided,

has been overruled in the court of history,

and has no place in law under the Constitution."

We're talking about immigrant processing centers.

We're not talking about wartime camps.

We're talking about rounding up innocent children

on American soil and caging them behind barbed wire.

How is that any different than what we did to the Japanese?

Mr. Walsh, I appreciate your point...

At least six non-American children have died

- in the custody of ICE... - Mr. Walsh, let me speak.

- And I refuse to wait for my client to die... - Connor, stop.

... due to the neglect and cruelty that he is suffering

at the hands of the American Government!

I agree with you, Mr. Walsh!

And while no one has ever had the creativity to invoke

these precedents, I cannot allow them to decide this case.

- Your Honor... - What I can do is issue a continuance

based on your client's mental state.

Ms. Ford, please coordinate

with the Office of Refugee Resettlement

to place him in foster care.

Your Honor, there's no legal standing for this.

Unless you can argue a legal justification

for the torture of children, you've lost.

Mr. Walsh?

Well done.

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Tell him that I'll get his mom asylum.

Okay. I know you're feeling yourself...

Look, Marisol can actually testify to the gang violence,

and if we get her asylum, it'll be easier to get Hector asylum.

Are you this presumptuous when Annalise is around?

You know it's a good idea. Just tell him.

Mira.

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Sí, Hector.

Promise.

Can Connor actually do that?

Highly unlikely.

Wait, wait, wait! Michaela Pratt.

I just drove seven hours to see my client, Dwight Halpern.

We close at 5:00. It's 5:03. I don't get paid overtime.

Dwight Halpern's not my client! He's my father!

I-I never met him, and up until a few days ago,

I didn't want to.

He's...

He's nothing to me. A stranger.

I didn't care if he was lost in the stupid system.

But then I found him.

You can't lose a human being.

T-T-That's not a thing.

He's a man, not a file, even if America

doesn't want us to know the difference.

Because I found him.

He's here.

My father is here, and I really don't want to wait

another night to meet him.

Please.

You owe me a six pack.

- We gotta talk. - Let me guess... now Tegan's KGB?

Tegan's not who I'm worried about right now.

Vivian's talking to the FBI.

Your son killed your boyfriend.

So it's true. You're as desperate as Hannah said?

You and Hannah still talk? Give that bitch my regards.

- Let's call her right now. - Let's.

Let's tell her the truth about your boy.

You lie for a living, Annalise,

just like you're lying about this.

No, I'm being nice by not going to the FBI with this information.

So not even the police, huh? You go straight to the FBI?

I'm following your lead.

You wearing a wire right now?

Because that would be real bad...

them hearing how your son slipped your boyfriend

the pills that killed him.

- That didn't happen. - Because it was you?

- Paul overdosed. - Gabriel wanted him to.

And God only knows what the FBI

will do to him once they find out.

They might even decide he's the bad guy and not me.

What's this about?

Do you have more information on Ron's case?

Some.

Due to the Governor's accusations against him

and the suspicions surrounding his death, my team has been

investigating this office for corruption.

- I assumed. - Really?

Then why fabricate the case file on Vivian Maddox?

I'm sorry.

I was trying to find something

that might prove Ron was innocent.

And I knew that he was talking to her son, Gabriel,

and so I-I thought that maybe

putting pressure on his mother...

... would turn up something new.

It was a terrible lapse in judgement.

An illegal one.

Alright. Whatever you need me to do...

There's nothing.

Your position at the District Attorney's office

is terminated.

Effective immediately.

What do you want from me, Annalise?

Simple. Take your son and go away.

That's all I want, too.

Then apologize to him, because that's what he wants.

- You're gonna tell me what he wants? - I'm telling you to go home

instead of whatever this is, because I don't get it,

you coming here to destroy me.

Why? Because I stole your husband 25 years ago?

Get over it.

You know, I would like nothing else but to come here

and tell you how great my life's been since Sam,

how I was betrayed, but I stayed strong

'cause I'm magic, how all I had to do

was look into my baby boy's eyes and know I got

the better end of the deal.

But things didn't go that way for me, Annalise.

Sam was the magic.

You felt it, too.

A man who not only sees you, sees the ugliness inside of you,

but wants you even more because of it.

Sam wanted me like I was perfect.

All of me, just perfect.

You don't get to feel that and be okay when it goes away.

It's a horrible feeling, a death.

And I blame Sam. Of course I do.

He's the one who broke vows.

But I blame you, too.

- I'm sorry. - Oh, shut the hell up.

I saw you coming out of his office.

And I saw the way he was looking at you,

smiling, and then I knew it was you.

The wife.

And he gave me that same look

in one of our sessions, that same smile.

And I knew he wanted me.

So I let him kiss me.

That's the truth, Vivian.

He came after me, his patient.

And God knows I could have said no,

but I needed him to see me to make myself feel worthy.

And now look at us... two dark-skinned sisters

playing out the same story, giving everything over

to a man who sees us in a world that doesn't.

It's not magic, Vivian. It's a lie.

Hey.

We found him.

Hey. I'd like to access a safe deposit box.

Your name?

Wes Gibbins.

Hey, uh... you have a way to tell me

who the last person to access this was?

Laurel Castillo.

When?

Three days ago.

So you're a killer now?

- What? - Paul.

What's wrong?

Did you know?

Know what?

My father's dead.

He died in prison last year.

A stroke.

I could have met him if you'd told me.

But he's dead and it's too late.

I was too late, and it's your fault.

So I hate you.

Oh, I hate you. I hate you so much.

I hate you!

I hate you!

I hate you.

I hate...

I...

What is wrong with you people?

I'm about to be a lawyer, a great one.

- I know my freaking rights. - Ms. Pratt...

I'll sue, starting with the arresting officer

whose Miranda warning is defective ab initio.

We have a dead informant on our hands, Michaela.

Your fingerprints match those on the murder weapon.

No more running.

It's all over.

I want my lawyer.