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

I had an abortion.

Are you sure the baby's not mine?

It's not yours.

Search "Trent Stockton."

The guy that worked for Antares and got killed.

It's a cease-and-desist letter.

This could go to Tegan's phone.

- Ohh! Um, uh, close out, close out. - I'm trying!

Hey, baby. I'm still at the office.

Well, I love that you're working so hard, boo.

It's gonna be even harder now that they know what I'm doing.

- And you're telling me because...? - I need help.

Do it for your boys.

They want you home, right?

It's Claudia. We in.

Look at what you've done!

You're the one she fired. Bonnie.

I shouldn't have been surprised.

But I was.

I wanted to believe that we were above this.

We hurt each other. We always have.

I was just tired of it...

resentment, anger, but mostly the need,

'cause that's what all this was about... Bonnie's need.

That's why I fired her, because I wanted to worry about

what I needed for once.

And what's so wrong about that? Really?

Does that make me a monster?

Tell her the truth... that Bonnie used

a false identity, you ended it right away.

Violate confidentiality. How is that a solution?

We have a duty to warn patients

of any clear and imminent threat to them.

If the threat is of serious bodily injury.

That's not what Bonnie communicated to me.

Do you know that for sure?

Is that a yes?

You think I'm a monster?

No.

Answer faster next time so that I can believe you.

I-I was just thinking about what you just said.

Which part?

You needing more time for yourself.

That's the reason that you fired Bonnie.

- It was. - Okay.

But I'd also like you to consider

that there's another reason.

Recommend another therapist.

She's just starting to open up.

Starting to.

That's better than already having done so.

And if she falls off the wagon?

You can't make someone be sober if they don't want to be.

That doesn't mean I need to be the one

to push her towards the bar.

Some people who've experienced immense loss

develop a defense to more loss.

It's an instinct to push people away before they leave us.

I was drowning in other people's needs for years...

clients, my students.

Them leaving me alone was a dream come true.

I don't want to tell you this.

Isaac.

- She lost a baby. - What?

In our last session, Bonnie mentioned

that Annalise had lost a child.

And you're just telling me this now?

'Cause I knew you were gonna react like this.

You're the one coming in here stressed, agitated.

She's triggering you, Isaac.

That's reason enough to transfer her care.

No, it is the reason that I am the right therapist for her.

She's a 50-year-old woman

who hasn't even begun to deal with her own loss.

I have. You helped me with that.

And that's all I'm asking for here...

a way out of this that isn't breaking confidentiality

or transferring her off to another therapist.

Please, okay?

You were always way smarter than me.

Have you always had this extreme desire to be alone?

Or is this something that's happened in the past few years,

since you've lost someone

who seemingly was a major part of your life?

Ask her about the husband.

That'll get her to the baby.

I'm talking about Sam specifically.

Here you go again, dropping a bomb out of nowhere.

Look, you've done some great work in here, truly...

but the loss of Sam is something we haven't discussed.

And rather than have that grief resurface

when it can really upend your sobriety,

I want to encourage you to deal with it now.

I'm gonna give you some homework.

I have a job. I don't want homework, as well.

I want you to write a letter to Sam.

Write from your gut, how you feel

about everything that's happened to you since he's passed,

all the issues that feel unresolved.

We'll see what comes up.

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- Hey. - What the hell?

You weren't answering your phone.

Because I'm not allowed to.

Claudia called.

The D.A.'s office delivered a letter

to her mother this morning.

They're threatening to seize their house

if she doesn't take her name off the class action.

You're not gonna believe this, but I made a mistake.

I ignored ADA Winterbottom here when she tried to warn me

that there would be fallout from the Virginia Cross firing.

Well, thank God she didn't listen to me.

And now we are just days away

from getting what's left of Keating's plaintiffs

to drop out of the class action,

thereby saving everyone in this office

hours upon hours of retrying cases.

And that, I am sure we can all agree,

is something to celebrate.

So please, let's give a big round of applause

to Ms. ADA Winterbottom.

It's called civil asset forfeiture.

And it means the city can seize any assets

if it's used in the commission of a crime.

But it's my mother's house.

She wasn't the one selling drugs out of there.

But you did, so the city has the legal right

to take the house away.

That ain't right.

Yeah, well, the D.A. is abusing the law

so that they can scare us.

"Us"? They're taking your house, too?

Watch your mouth.

I told you not to sign up for this, Mama.

Tyrone, look at me.

I'm gonna handle this.

I have an appointment with a judge,

and I'm gonna make him throw all of this out.

And what if the judge says no? Where are we gonna live?

And since when you start mouthing off to grown folks?

You not the man of the house yet.

I am till you get outta jail.

Your mom's right.

It's not your job to worry about any of this.

I don't need you to suck up to me.

I'm not. I just...

I know Annalise, and she's a freaking genius at this stuff,

so if she says she's gonna fix it,

she's gonna fix it.

- I'm watching you. - As you should.

You worry about algebra. I'll worry about this.

Wow. Is it just me, or you put a few

inch-aronies on those bi's?

Lifting's the only thing keeping me from

stressing out about my LSAT score.

It's supposed to come in this week.

Oh, relax.

You can always take them again if you bomb.

Who said I was gonna bomb?

I'm just saying, I will be there to tutor you again.

What do you want?

Girl advice.

So, I was right?

Michaela's boning someone at work?

No, or at least there's no...

bones involved if she is.

What?

She lied to me last week.

She told me she was working

late, but she was actually with Laurel.

You don't think there's any chance the two of them are, like...

I know that's crazy.

Who has sex with a pregnant lady?

But what would you do if you were in my shoes?

That'd never happen. Girls cheat with me, not on me.

Franky, just tell me what to do, please.

Would you...

Maybe just be a person, go talk to her?

Seriously? You think that would work?

And you all say I'm the dumb one.

Has Tegan said anything about the breach yet?

Oliver, it's been a week, and nothing has happened.

Embrace the message of your favorite song and let it go.

I just have a sick feeling, that's all.

Pratt, they just called

an emergency Antares meeting upstairs.

Walk with me.

Why aren't you walking?

Coming!

Make sure the Garner subpoenas have been filed,

and don't forget to file the stipulations

- in the Conway case by end of day. - Done.

Did you need me to sit in on the Antares meeting and take notes?

Mnh-mnh. It's partners only.

Blake.

Hey.

Why the hell is he here?

Probably so he could fire us in person.

You don't send the CEO to fire the Philly chapter of your law firm.

Are you talking about the CEO of Antares?

Why are you still here? Get back to your desk.

Mr. Castillo, dime que trajiste algo de calor de Miami.

This is when we routinely screen for gestational diabetes.

Do you or the father have a history of diabetes?

I don't think so.

I actually had a question about that.

How and when would I do a paternity test?

I can get our genetic counselor in here

to talk to you about that.

Why don't you take that, and I'll see if I can get

- the counselor to come in? - Thanks.

I'm at the doctor's.

Your father's here.

What? He called an emergency Antares meeting with Tegan.

Which means he probably knows

about the breach on her computer.

No, he would never come to town without calling me.

Well, he's here, and no one knows what the meeting's about.

- He just showed up. - Red alert, red alert.

- What? - The meeting's over.

Wait, wait, wait. He's calling someone.

He's calling me.

Oh, my God.

Act surprised.

- Hello? - Hey.

Guess who's in town

and wants to take his daughter out to dinner tonight.

This is inappropriate.

You haven't returned my calls

or contacted any of the therapists that I recommended.

I'll sign whatever you want.

- What? - You're worried about

a malpractice or negligence suit.

- I get it. - I am worried about you.

I made a mistake.

And I apologize, but you have nothing to worry about.

- Annalise is safe. - And you?

Did you tell Annalise?

Sharing information about our sessions would be unethical.

Unethical like you barging into my office?

Leave.

You were making such good progress, Bonnie.

I have work.

I was proud of it...

proud of you.

So, please, just call one of those numbers.

Okay, I will.

Just please go.

It's an intimidation tactic

to get my remaining plaintiffs to drop out.

And you're trying to sue the entire state,

you knew there was gonna be pushback.

Well, now I pushing back.

I just need an injunction to stop the seizure.

Cite deprivation of liberty interests under due process.

Don't tell me how to do my job, Ms. Keating.

The house has been in the family for three generations.

It's worth less than a year of your salary.

I can sign any injunction you want,

but it's not gonna stop them from coming after you.

Then I'll tackle one problem at a time.

You're not hearing me, Counselor.

Are you sure you are the right person

to lead this class action?

Why wouldn't I be?

Your standing with the bar is precarious, no?

My standing is fine.

I'm doing everything they want me to do.

Okay, but you are taking on this crusade for people who you say

have gotten bad lawyer after bad lawyer...

- I'm not a bad lawyer. - Of course not.

You are one of the best.

But are you the best for a case

with this much public scrutiny?

- Did he sign it? - He doesn't have the balls.

So we try another judge.

They're too scared now that Denver's

running for Attorney General.

You're gonna let that stop you?

Because I kinda told Tyrone you're a genius.

- Those were your words. - And I meant them.

I'm just saying there has to be a solution

that isn't just letting the toolbag that is Denver

rob our clients of house and home.

Where are you going?

I'm in the mood to yell.

Pratt, I need a cheeseburger and fries from Jimmy's, stat.

Oh, God, was the Antares meeting that bad?

Not all eating is emotional. I'm just hungry.

Have you tried the Burger Barn?

Don't get me wrong... Jimmy does a fine job,

but the Barn puts the spicy B-B-Q sauce

into the beef before they grill it.

It's... ah! delish.

- Who are you? - No one.

I'm Asher Millstone. I'm the boyfriend.

You must be the famous Tegan?

I like him.

In what universe is this at all appropriate?!

I don't know. Maybe the same universe

where you lied to me about being at work

- when you were actually with Laurel? - What?

Yeah, I saw you through Laurel's window the other night

when you said that you were working late.

So you were stalking me?

No, don't put this on me. Why are you lying?

She asked me to be her birthing partner.

I didn't want to tell you because I knew you were feeling neglected

and I thought you'd be mad that I was choosing

to spend more time with Laurel than with you.

So you're like her Lamaze coach?

Exactly.

But not her lesbian lover.

No. What?

I'm sorry.

That's so sweet that you're doing that, baby.

Miss Keating. Why don't we talk in my office?

- He stays here. - No need.

I can say what I need to say right here.

I'd rather we talk in private.

Why? Are you ashamed of what you're doing?

You all should be, helping your boss take a family's home away.

Your client's a drug dealer.

She sold pot from her house, not meth,

- not even pills, but marijuana. - Call Security.

I know what you all say about me, that I'm a joke,

but at least I don't prey on the poor and the weak.

Save your grandstanding for the courtroom.

The home that you're taking away

has a family in it, with two young boys,

with their grandmother who's in a wheelchair,

and you're tossing them out on the street.

Okay, everyone, ignore the crazy.

- Just get back to work. - What do you all say to your families

when you go home at night, huh?

How proud you are to make a child homeless?

Or how nice it feels to legally steal

from people who've got nothing?

Get her out of here, please.

No need. We're leaving.

Hey.

What?

Did you tell McGowan not to investigate

any of Annalise's plaintiffs?

Yeah, I told my whole department

to move your requests to the back of the list.

Look, if any of us gets to be mad here, it's me.

Why's that?

You told me Annalise wasn't meeting

with inmates at the prison.

Did I?

So you admit that you lied to me?

This whole time, you've been telling me

to get off the crack, but it's you?

Why? Are you screwing her again?

Yeah, I lied, but not to help her.

You came from nothing.

You know what it's like to have zero control over your life,

but here you are, taking from these people

so you can get some sad-ass applause from your co-workers.

This ain't about you, me, or her.

You better wake the hell up.

What about this one?

You look like a pumpkin.

Can you please not go?

No. I need to know why he's here.

- Better? - Worse.

Is that Laurel? Oh, boobs. Yikes.

- It's fine. - No, it's not fine.

I mean, the... the boobs are... are lovely.

I just... I have some really bad news.

The head of I.T. just told us

we have to replace all of our security badges.

What? Why?

'Cause of whatever that meeting was about.

Clearly they know we broke into Tegan's account.

You don't know that.

What if he's right, Laurel?

He's not. Better?

- Oh, that's good. - That's actually really cute.

Open up, mama bear.

What is Asher doing here?

I can hear you, lady.

One minute!

What is he doing here?

I don't know.

Oh, I told him I'm your Lamaze coach now.

- What? - Just go with it.

You too.

Boom!

Figured it's never too early

to start spoiling the kid rotten.

Oh, thanks.

That's so sweet.

- Uh, do you need something? - Uh, no.

No, I, uh, just came by to say hi,

which I know is kind of weird,

but, um, I just want to let you know that I'm here

if, uh, Michaela's ever too busy with work.

And I can be your, uh, birth buddy on deck

or foot massager or crib-putter-together-er.

I'm really okay.

Of course you'd say that. You're so independent.

Ah, point being I'm here if you need any extra help

or just, like, a shoulder to cry on.

I mean, I know I can never be Wes, but, uh...

I can try.

Thanks, Asher.

Plus, I'm really good with babies.

I think it's my, uh, milky scent or something.

She just confuses the hell out of me.

It's like I want to hate her, but then she goes off

on the entire D.A.'s office like Diana freaking Prince,

and I love her.

You should have seen it.

Denver was practically pooping his pants.

She's definitely almost made me poop my pants

on more than one occasion.

It was so great.

You know what else is kinda great?

- What? - You sound happy.

Like, if I had known that

hanging out with Annalise would make you feel this way,

I would have dropped you off to play with her weeks ago.

Shut up.

How's work?

Oh, you know, it's just your typical, boring I.T. stuff.

No one really throws public temper tantrums in this office.

I should go.

Love you.

I love you, too.

You know what I'm thinking?

Asher probably knows a lot of judges,

or, you know, at least his dad did.

So I could go talk to him if you think that's a good idea.

It's a terrible idea.

Well, I'm sorry. I don't hear you pitching any gems.

Here's one. Let's eat.

Knock, knock.

You can go home if you want.

I still have to some filing to do, but...

...I thought you might need this.

I know you don't keep gin in the office because

- you'll drink it. - I'll drink it.

I know everything about you.

It's creepy.

But go grab a glass.

Is this what you do now instead of drink?

It's better than sleeping with strangers.

Is it?

Are you and Oliver doing better?

Who says we weren't?

You came in here the other night

saying that you almost "boned" another guy.

Mm-hmm. But I didn't.

It was my dad's fault.

He told me that he doesn't think we're right for each other,

and I guess that just got in my head. It's stupid. I know.

No. What's stupid is your father.

He's the one not right for you.

I'm impressed you can maintain a relationship

while you're in law school.

I was always too busy.

I'm not saying it's easy,

especially with Asher being so needy lately.

He just misses you.

Don't take that for granted, or else you'll end up like me.

All I want is to end up like you.

Careful.

I gave up the best sex of my life for this job.

Sex is overrated.

Ha! Say that when you haven't had any for awhile.

Who was she?

There she is.

And here I thought I was early.

- You said it was important. - It is.

I have some fantastic news.

Sir, we're gonna need some champagne.

I have a really big test tomorrow, Dad.

One glass won't hurt.

The judge doesn't think that I'm the right lawyer

for the class action.

Well, he's wrong.

Is he?

If anyone's right for this, it's you.

You know what? I don't need a cheerleader.

Apparently, you do.

You ripped Denver a new one today.

It was awesome.

I mean, I wish I had taped it. It would have... would have gone viral.

That's the last thing I need.

Just listen to me.

You, out of anyone, know what it feels like to be

thrown into jail for a crime you didn't commit.

So who better to fight for these people?

Tell me about school first.

School's the same.

What's going on?

You're about to be very rich, Laurel.

We're already rich.

No, I mean rich...

as in neither you nor your children

nor your children's children will ever have to worry again.

I loved Cora...

not just for the sex.

But I love my job more

especially on a day like today.

I'd ask what that means, but I have a feeling

you can't tell me.

If you say a word to anyone,

I will personally slit your throat.

Antares is going public.

It's on the D.L. until they make an announcement.

Any bad press before that, and it could tank the whole deal...

billions in the toilet.

But if all goes well

it means all the late nights, ass kissing,

and no sex was all worth it.

I'm serious.

This is the type of deal I can dine out on my whole career.

I'll be able to start my own firm.

I'll hire you.

Here. Now, I had your brother sign the same contract.

It transfers 10% of the shares

into your name before the offering.

I want to be a lawyer, Dad.

I can't have any of your off-the-book activities

blowing back on me.

You don't have to worry about any of that.

I promise you, m'ija, I've taken care

of any foreseeable problems that could arise.

A toast... to our family never having to worry again.

Can we just take a breather for a second and be relieved?

I am not signing those papers,

no matter how much money I'd get.

I just mean we've been paranoid for nothing.

All the secrecy wasn't about the breach.

It was about Antares going public.

Maybe this is a sign to, uh, quit while we're ahead.

You are both missing the point.

Antares going public is the reason my father killed Wes.

- What? - Um, I-I don't understand.

Denver had files on all of us, right?

We can hit you back, Ms. Winterbottom.

This office has files on everyone in Ms. Keating's life.

Which means he knew who I was... and my father.

Do you admit to fabricating a story about getting kidnapped?

I did.

So Denver called him

when Wes was about to turn against Annalise.

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?

We would've all been implicated in Sam's murder, Rebecca,

right when Antares was about to go public.

All the shares would've tanked,

and my father would've lost everything.

So he decided to send Dominick and kill Wes.

That makes too much sense to not be true.

Exactly.

So no more wavering. We have to get those files

and leak them before they go public.

Please, Oliver, I know you can figure this out.

I'm on it.

Dear Sam...

my therapist is making me do this.

Dear Sam, did you ever make your patients

write letters to dead people?

Dear Sam, did you hear the house burned down?

Dear Sam, your sister's suing me for the house

even though it was never hers.

I'm doing a class-action case, and Bonnie almost ruined it.

I'm living in a hotel with a bunch of sad, horny divorcées.

My mother has dementia. I'm an alcoholic.

I haven't had sex in six months.

I was put in jail. My reputation's a disgrace.

I'm lonely. Nobody likes me.

I'm a joke.

Dear Sam...

I didn't write the letter.

Why not?

I had a car accident at eight months.

He died.

I'm sorry.

I know you're just doing your job,

bringing up Wes, Sam.

But this...

It was years of feeling like my body was broken...

sticking myself with needles...

...fighting with Sam about if this was even what I wanted...

to finally hearing his heartbeat.

That was the real loss.

Of him, me...

who I was before all this.

Dead.

I killed us both.

Were you drinking?

No. Someone hit me.

So it was an accident. You didn't kill anyone.

No. Stop!

I'm opening up like you want me to,

and you keep s-steering me someplace,

to get me to feel something...

that you think I should be feeling.

Let me feel guilty!

I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you feel...

Well, you do!

So does everyone. The whole world...

always makes me feel I'm not right the way I am.

Sam wanting me to be the mother,

my clients wanting me to be a hero.

I can't be all those things!

I can't be strong all the time!

Now say something.

I think you're stronger than anyone else

- would be in your shoes. - I'm not.

Look at the evidence, everything you've survived.

You lost a child.

That pain alone is enough to level a parent.

But you got up, and you fought for your life.

I tried to take my life.

After that picture.

It was my worst nightmare that followed me home

to an empty nursery,

a body producing milk to a child that wasn't there,

Sam watching over me every minute, trying to fix it.

Oh, I want a drink.

Because...

...as a mother...

I j...

I wanted to die with my son.

And I really tried.

Sleeping pills.

Bonnie found me on the bathroom floor

and took me to the hospital.

Sam never knew.

She's suicidal?

She was.

Okay, this is why she needs a new therapist.

She's got no one on her side right now, Jacqueline.

What would you say to a colleague

who walked into your office profoundly depressed,

Annalise triggering them session after session?

You would tell them to extricate themselves

from the situation immediately.

I have a responsibility to my patient.

You have a responsibility to yourself.

- I'm fine. - Isaac, you came to me for help.

'Cause you're the only one who can understand!

What if I don't want to?

Has that ever crossed your mind, that maybe talking to you

about dead children and suicide is not in my best interest?

Well, then, tell me that!

You are on the edge here.

You might not remember what that looks like, but I do.

I am seeing that man again.

He is tired and overwhelmed

and on the verge of becoming very, very sick.

You might be able to handle that, but I can't.

All right. I hear you.

Isaac, sit down.

You worry about yourself.

I'll do the same.

I heard your poll numbers were dropping

in the low-income districts.

What, is this a pitch to be my new campaign manager or something?

No. But I do think what you're doing...

the asset forfeitures in particular...

is only going to hurt you more than you can afford.

You let Annalise's speech get to you.

This has nothing to do with her.

Really?

We wanted to send a message, and we did.

Annalise will never get another plaintiff now.

But there's no need to play dirty anymore.

Well, you can wipe your conscience clean.

You're reassigned.

- What? - Well, you're too emotional.

I can't let it risk affecting the case.

The case only exists because of me.

And I gave you credit for it, a whole speech yesterday.

Take the rest of the day off. You've earned it.

Thank God you're back.

I forgot you were here.

Yeah, you should probably invest in an office.

I have an idea. Well, it came from you.

What, are you going through my stuff now?

We make Tyrone write a letter to the newspaper,

have him tell the public that the D.A.

is profiting off civil forfeiture.

Nobody reads newspapers anymore.

Okay, you are being really negative here.

No.

I'm remembering what you said

when you wished that my Denver speech had gone viral.

Well, let's go viral.

Dear Governor Birkead, I live with my brother and grandmother.

The house we live in isn't big or new,

but it's the only home we own.

If the District Attorney's office takes our house,

my brother and I could be forced into foster care.

So it's not just our house we would lose,

but our family, too.

The only reason the District Attorney's office

wants to take our house is because my mother

joined a class-action lawsuit suing the state

for denying her constitutional right

to an effective attorney.

Well, now she finally has one,

and the D.A. is punishing her for it.

That's wrong, and we need the public's help to fix it.

Until then, stay strong, Mama.

My name is Annalise Keating, and I'm the attorney

representing Tyrone and his mother, Claudia Gelvin.

Ms. Gelvin, like countless others,

has been stripped of her basic,

inalienable rights by the state.

- I was watching that. - And this is my house.

And that's why I've launched a class-action suit...

to see that Tyrone's mother, like so many others,

get their equal protection under the law

to which they are constitutionally entitled.

And that's why I'm taking a petition for an injunction

directly to Judge Sabarski, who has never hesitated

to stand up for the lesser among us.

And it's my hope that, with his passion for the law,

that we will help stop this miscarriage of justice

and save this family's home.

The Governor's office is gonna fight you

every step of the way on this,

drag you and your past out for everyone to see.

That's exactly why I'm the right lawyer for this case...

like my clients, I have been there,

wrongfully persecuted, left to rot in jail,

but now I'm fighting back,

and I'm not gonna stop until I win.

The press is watching you.

What side of justice are you gonna be on?

So, that's it? We ain't gotta move?

A promise is a promise.

He's the one who promised me stuff.

Shut your trap and say, "Thank you," Tyrone.

Thank you.

Let's go call your grandma.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I just would understand

if you wanted to drop the class action.

Bitch, please. I wanna see whose ass you beat next.

Claudia, you're a mother.

I don't want to expose you to more risk.

That's what being a mother's about.

You think I was selling for fun?

You're giving me hope,

something I ain't had in a long time.

So, get outta here. You got work to do.

He looks like an alien.

Right?

Mm.

He also kinda looks like Wes.

Hey, I have good news!

God, Oliver, you need to knock!

I'm sorry. I-I'm too excited.

I-I spoke to Lazlo.

Lazlo, hey.

Dude, you can't be here.

Because you're building a secure server room for Antares?

You outed us to the ponytail guy?

All I.T. guys are the same.

You get them talking about the size of their hard drive,

and they can't shut up.

Six Supermicro 5086 high-density servers, fully loaded.

The only access point is this puppy,

and it's completely air-gapped.

English, Oliver.

Air-gapped means it's walled off from the outside world,

which means it's totally unhackable.

I would need a security badge specially coded for the room,

and only four of those are given out in the entire firm...

Lazlo and the three senior partners on the Antares case.

No.

Tegan is our only way in.

Then we need to find another way in.

I'm not sabotaging her entire career for this.

You just met her.

She could end up dead like that nerdy accountant.

Well, Wes is already dead!

Whose fault is that?!

I-I-I didn't mean that.

I didn't. I-I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm upset.

But Tegan has been good to me

and generous and nice, supportive.

So I'm not destroying the one good person in my life.

But we can't have come this far to just turn away.

We have to be strong. We have to stick to the plan.

That is what we all owe Wes.

Please, Michaela, please.

Asher?

What is going on?

I don't know. Why don't you tell me?

Asher, are you there?

Who is this?

It's Connor.

Do you wanna come over for dinner tonight?

I'm busy.

Who was that?

Uh, Asher.

How is the most handsome man in all of I.T. land?

Work boring as usual?

Yeah, you know, it's the uszh.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm just a little overwhelmed

with how to reward the super hot social crusader

I saw on the news tonight.

Well...

I heard that he really likes it when his boyfriend

gives him lap dances in a wrestling singlet.

Do we even own one of those?

No.

But you could do it naked.

Come on. Get to it.

Oh, yeah.

Tegan has been good to me,

so I'm not destroying the one good person in my life.

I can explain.

Start telling me the truth right now,

or I swear that I'm walking out that door.

Laurel's dad killed Wes.

I got a 170 on my LSAT.

Oh. That's... That's good.

No. It's great.

"Get into Middleton" great.

I didn't even cheat off the little nerd next to me.

I worked my ass off for that score.

And you want to know why?

I did it for you, Laurel,

'cause I know I'd be an amazing dad.

And whether that's my kid or not,

I'll love the hell outta him

'cause cause I love the hell outta you.

- Frank... - Don't say anything.

Just let that sink in,

that there's guy who loves you and will wait for you.

I'm gonna leave now.

Now I'm leaving.

Her dad thought Wes was gonna rat us out to Denver,

so he killed him... or had Dominick kill him.

Now Laurel wants revenge, and since Caplan & Gold

is his law firm, she needs me and Oliver to help Enron him.

It never occurred to you to tell me any of this?

- No, I wanted to. - Yeah, but you didn't, okay?

You just lied to me like I'm some big, dumb idiot.

Okay, I didn't tell you because I didn't want

- to see you get hurt. - Oh, shut up!

Okay, I love you, Asher...

You don't lie to people you love!

Asher.

Asher, don't you walk out that door.

Asher. Where are you going?!

Promise to not tell anyone!

♪ All you are is dust?

- Is Frank here? - No.

You do know this is my house?

Yeah.

Then maybe don't look so disappointed

it's me opening the door.

I'm not.

What the hell do you want, Asher?

Bon-Bon, is everything okay?

- What's wrong? - Nothing. Just...

I messed everything up.

I'm here for you.

I'm here, okay? I'm here.

Okay.

Deep breath. Smile bigger.

Oh, so this is the official one?

All right, you get in there.

- Come on. - Official grad pic.

- All right. No. Get closer. - ♪ Who will find you

Okay, come on. Just hurry up, Mom.

- All right. I'm trying. - ♪ When all you are

I... It's...

Mom, come on! Help her, please.

What did I do? Oh, you had it on video.

You had it on video? Ohh.

Can I help you?

I hope so.

I'm Jacqueline Roa,

Isaac's ex-wife.

- Okay, Mom will get in. - All right.

You both will take a prettier picture anyway.

Thank you. Please. Thank you.

The room is registered to Annalise Keating.

Where's the witness?

Where's my baby?!

You've reached the voicemail of Annalise Keating.

Please leave a message.

Where the hell are you?

She's awake.

Answer the damn phone!

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