02x08 - Hi, I'm Philip

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "How To Get Away With m*rder"...

I'm on DudeForDude. Philip has an online profile.

We can invite him on a coffee date and get his DNA.

You're not going on a coffee date with a serial k*ller.

You need to shut it down right now.

But we're...

Right now!

You tattled?

Philip: Hi, Oliver. How's your night going?

She told you, didn't she?

[Screams]

[Gasping]

[Ominous music plays]

You seriously thought we wouldn't notice?!

Don't yell at me! Yell at him!

What's wrong with you?!

Me?!

How are you both okay with this?

Bonnie: This was your idea?

I-i didn't do any...

Don't lie to me.

There is no decision here.

It was already made, and you agreed.

So either get on board, or you're the next dead body out there.

Yeah.

Give it to me.

[Water running]

You told him.

You knew what trouble we were in. What else could I have done?

I'm not the person to be angry with right now!

Shut up.

You may hate me for it...

Shut up!

But it worked, all right, Bonnie?

Shut up! Shut up!

It worked!

[Cellphone ringing]

I want you to die.

That's what I want...

That it was you they k*lled in this house, not Sam.

♪ My Mona Lisa ♪
♪ Ghost ♪

[camera shutter clicks]

[Keypad clicking]

♪ My Mona Lisa ♪
♪ Ghost ♪

[cellphone pings]

♪ Pull me into darkness ♪
♪ Fill me with a whirlwind ♪

Hey.

Hey.

♪ Touch me in the coast ♪

Is everything okay?

Why wouldn't it be?

♪ Feed me underwater ♪

Do you want to come in?

Yeah.

♪ I wanna know you ♪
♪ Ghost ♪

You need anything? Coffee, food?

I want to sit.

♪ I wanna feel you ♪
♪ Ghost ♪
♪ My Mona Lisa ♪
♪ Ghost ♪

Oliver: You're here...

Because you know where I live.

♪ I wanna know you ♪

Don't touch that.

♪ Ghost ♪

Oh, okay. I'm sorry we catfished you.

It's just because I think you're really cute.

And we really wanted to meet you...

We meaning me and my boyfriend, Connor, and now I told you his real name.

But that's fine because... Uh, we like you.

W... and we've really been actually looking to have a-a threesome.

Just, please, don't k*ll me. Please.

No.

I don't want to k*ll you.

[Exhales sharply]

Laurel: So, k*ll me for being a snitch.

Just don't pretend like this isn't about your ego being bruised!

I'm pissed 'cause you tattled to the teacher like the spoiled little MAP you are.

Excuse me?!

What's a MAP?

A Mexican American Princess.

I'm actually surprised someone who barely left fishtown even knows the term.

Classist.

I'm making you nervous.

[Inhales deeply]

Yes.

I don't think I've seen you nervous before.

Of course you have.

No.

Well, not that I can remember, but...

You hide it well, like most things.

You know more about me than most people.

That's sad. 'Cause I don't know you.

Laurel: So, I'm a princess just because I dared to disagree with you?!

Frank: You're entitled, and you and think you're better than everyone else, and it's all because you were raised in some castle!

Are you seriously that rich?

Apparently, according to Mr. Mansplain here.

Don't deny it. You grew up around money, and you like to pretend you didn't.

How... how much money?

It doesn't matter!

Get out, Walsh.

You brought it up.

I mean we're at your place.

Oh.

You know...

You two are the perfect example of why straight people shouldn't be allowed to breed.

Annalise: I don't know what that means.

It means you play people.

Doesn't everyone?

You're better at it than the rest of us.

Oh, I don't know if that's true.

You think anyone else would get away with everything you've done to me?

Maybe I won't get away with it.

True.

I should k*ll you.

Or at least make sure your life is hell.

But instead, I just come here.

Why?

I don't know.

I'm a mess.

No.

You're just sad.

You know, you can always come to me, Nate.

Come over here.

Uh, Nate...

I said get over here!

You need to decide whether you want to forgive me.

I said I was sorry, and I meant it.

But I'm not gonna spread my legs as some sort of payment.

♪ I wanna touch you ♪
♪ Ghost ♪

You're too drunk to drive.

Sleep on the couch.

♪ Ghost ♪
♪ My Mona Lisa ♪
♪ Ghost ♪

Oliver?

Oli, are you here?

[Keys jingle]

[Rapid knocking on door]

♪ Ghost ♪

Oliver's gone.

That's why you'll never be a lawyer!

You don't have basic common sense!

You're mad at me, I get it, but we don't know if anything happened yet.

We do. He's been kidnapped.

'Cause you came home to some spilled milk on the floor?

He left his phone.

Maybe he went off to cheat on you with some other guy.

I don't understand why we aren't calling the police.

Police are already here.

Nate's not involved in this.

Connor: Why not?

Let's fill him in.

Mr. Walsh...

We illegally hacked some guy who's a suspect on our other case, and... and he found out, and now he's kidnapped my boyfriend.

You should go.

No. It's okay.

I can't have you involved in this.

I'm already involved.

And maybe I can help.

Of course you can help.

You could call the police station.

He's only been gone for an hour.

And it only takes a second to k*ll someone, Laurel!

Connor, you're scared. I understand that.

But Oliver needs for you to keep your head on straight right now.

Can you do that?

He shouldn't have even been involved.

But Frank forced him to come.

Oliver seemed quite happy to help us.

'Cause he didn't know any better!

I mean, he's not like us.

He doesn't do... this all the time.

If anything happens to him, it's on you.

Laurel: Why can't we find him on our own?

How?

I don't know.

Sinclair already wants to take us all down.

If we go to the police, it's gonna give her exactly what she needs!

Michaela: She's right.

No, no, no, we are not doing this again!

Calm down, Walsh.

It takes 24 hours to be missing...

We're talking about a violent k*ller that wants to make him into a skin suit!

Stop it! Stop!

Call it in.

Annalise, wait... we can think of something else.

I'll figure a way out of this, like always!

Call them.

Hey. Officer Lahey, 15th precinct.

I'm off duty.

I got a potential missing-person situation.

Hey, guys.

Where the hell have you been?

Oh, I was with Philip.

Call you back.

Hi. Uh, I'm Philip.

Philip stopped by.

And, well, he wanted to talk, so I suggested we go across the street to the soup palace.

Um, I tried to explain a little bit about everything...

The Hapstall case...

But since I don't really know that much, like I told him, I suggested we come here.

This has all been a giant misunderstanding.

Don't lie.

I have a security alert for hackers.

Sometimes gamers try to steal my conquest points 'cause I have so many.

World of warcraft.

That's why I made the profile on the gay site.

I'm not, by the way, a gay.

I only did that after I saw you guys hacked me, and Oliver told me why.

You think I'm related to those rich people, right?

My birth parents are Jim and Joan Meyerfield.

They live in Iowa.

I haven't met them, but the adoption agency gave me their names a few years ago, and...

Look, I know that I'm weird.

People have always called me that, but...

I stick to myself, and I don't bother anyone.

All right, I'm not someone who could do that...

k*ll someone?

You're wrong about me.

You're right. I'm sorry.

It's my fault, all of it.

And if you need to blame someone, just blame me.

I already do blame you.

What you did was illegal, especially since you're a lawyer, so I have to go to the cops...

Or at least find someone to sue you.

What do you want?

Tell me, and we... We'll see what we can do.

Uh...

I don't know yet.

Good night.

Cyberstalking, harassment, invasion of privacy, and that's just Oliver, but that's all they need to start going in on me.

Let me stay on Philip, see what he does...

So you can screw up again?

No, I don't want you anywhere near this!

I'll tail him.

Stop it. I can't have you...

I got the day off.

What else am I gonna do?

Connor: Go get your computer.

Why?

So that we can destroy it before boo Radley goes to the police.

He might not go to the police.

Mm, of course he is.

Not if he's the k*ller. He knows that they'll start looking into him.

Michaela, what are you doing?

He was sitting right there.

If we find a strand of hair, we can test it for his DNA, see if he's lying about his birth parents.

I'll go get some tape, see if he left any skin cells.

Guys...

Yes!

Won't this work instead?

He drank like four cokes at the soup palace.

[Car horns honking]

Asher: And nobody thought to call me?

It wasn't a party.

Okay, but I still work in this house, too, and it feels really mean that you guys never call me for the cool crap.

Annalise: It's not all about you, Mr. Millstone.

Hey, I think I might've screwed up with Bonnie.

I know you screwed up with Bonnie, and we're not doing this now.

Let me guess... From Sinclair?

More discovery on the Hapstalls.

She's trying to drown us in paper. Frank?

Yeah?

When are we getting the DNA results?

Just about to run to the lab.

Bonnie would've already been at the lab.

Laurel, with me.

No. Take Mr. Millstone. I need Laurel here.

Let's go, doucheface.

Okay, can we please retire that nickname?

I know you're mad at Frank, but to be fair, he's...

Don't defend your boyfriend.

[Door closes]

I need you to be my new Bonnie.

What happened to the old Bonnie?

She's out sick.

So, can you handle it, or should I ask miss Pratt?

No. I'll do whatever you need.

Asher: Have you heard from BonBon today?

Why? You do something to piss her off?

No, I... I mean, yes, she's pissed at me, but the point is, she's not calling me back, and I'm worried about her.

My junk just inverted having to listen to your whiny ass.

Woman: What's up, Frank?

Wow. Rodge hit gold again?

I hate him.

Baby number two, and we're still in a one-bedroom.

What you want?

Rush job.

You know I can't do this anymore.

You sure? 'Cause my uncle might have a duplex opening up near state street.

Connor: Do it.

There's still some stuff I need to save on here.

Okay, I will do a whole naked pic session for you tomorrow.

But maybe Laurel's right.

Maybe Philip won't go to the... The police. Maybe he's just...

What is wrong with you? This is serious, Oliver, like "end of life as you know it" serious.

Okay, you're being a little dramatic.

Oh, you think?!

[Grunting]

[Sighs]

I feel better. Do you?

♪ Crying in there ♪
♪ Dreaming so fast that I don't understand ♪
♪ I'm walking in dreams with an elephant man ♪
♪ I'm walking so fast that I don't understand ♪
♪ I'm flying in here ♪
♪ Crying in there ♪
♪ Dreaming so fast that I don't understand ♪

[Beep]

Bonnie, it's me.

I'll give you space if that's what you need, but...

You know me. I screw up, and...

[Sighs]

I'm here when you're ready.

[Knock on door]

[Door opens]

Michaela would like to see you.

I'm sorry. I can speak for myself.

Excuse me, you can't just -

Laurel, it's okay. What is it?

Caleb keeps calling me.

Tell him there's no progress on the case.

That's what I keep saying, but it's not working, so I was thinking I could go over there and distract them...

Review the suspect list or pretend to prep them for the stand again.

No. We can't just keep avoiding them.

I know.

You're right.

Annalise: I was wrong not to tell you before.

Unfortunately, Philip now knows he's a suspect.

Have you ever seen him before?

No.

Catherine?

No.

Wes: You sure?

You've lied to us before.

Caleb: Who do you think you are?

Annalise: Caleb -

You're lucky we haven't fired you yet!

You're right.

We have good news, though.

We're testing Philip's DNA against the sample we found at the crime scene, and if it matches, Sinclair will drop the charges against you.

You don't know that.

Michaela: We do.

We'll be able to prove that Philip had motive and means.

If the DNA matches.

Until then, all we know is that you screwed up again.

And what about our safety?

This guy knows who we are, where we live.

[Cellphone ringing]

Don't you guys have like a million servants?

We fired everyone after Sandra leaked that photo.

We have someone watching Philip. Don't worry.

Someone who actually knows what they're doing?

Annalise?

Not now.

It's Sinclair.

She wants to offer Catherine and Caleb a plea deal.

15 years... each.

I think that's more than fair, don't you?

Annalise: Do not address my clients.

Why this deal now?

Honestly?

Resources are a little scarce around here lately.

Which makes it easier for us to b*at you in trial.

Where I'll be gunning for life sentences.

15 years seems like a great deal in comparison.

We'll talk about it.

The offer expires after 5:00 P.M. today.

After that, we go to trial.

Let's go.

This is good. We're close to trial, and Sinclair just proved that she's scared.

And she should be.

She's based her case entirely on the testimony of a dead r*cist and a missing m*rder w*apon.

Now, I don't smile often, but this...

I'm smiling.

Shouldn't we at least consider taking it?

See? This is exactly what she wants.

She's presented you with a deal so you'd get scared.

Well, it worked. I think we need to at least think about it.

We're not pleading guilty.

It's 15 years versus the rest of our lives.

Or zero years because I will win.

I want the day to think about it.

[Sighs]

I'll talk some sense into him.

It's time to break out the boobs again.

Go to the mansion and convince him not to take the deal.

On it.

What if he's guilty, though?

He's not guilty.

Then why else is he even considering it?

Innocent people take bad plea deals all the time.

Go. Make me proud.

Professor Keating, I have a question about this photo from the crime scene of the mansion.

[Cellphone ringing]

I still haven't heard from her.

Do you blame her?

I know, but I-I'm sorry... I can't just do nothing here.

That's exactly what you're gonna do.

I know Bonnie. Give her space.

Annalise?

Great, okay, we don't need to look at blood spatter.

Who is it?

It's Catherine.

She wants to see Wes.

Wes: Wow.

So, that was you who painted that portrait in the living room, too?

Yeah. And don't say it's creepy.

[Chuckling] No, I wasn't.

I was just gonna say it's...

I didn't bring you here to talk about painting.

You think we should take the plea deal, don't you?

Caleb: She sent you to get in my head, right?

No. I asked to come.

You need someone to talk this through with.

Great.

Get me someone objective, then, who doesn't work for Annalise.

You should talk to Annalise about this.

I don't trust her. Neither does Caleb.

And whatever Michaela's telling him right now is based on the fact that she's into him, but you've leveled with me before, and I need you to do it again.

So... Should we take it?

That depends.

If you're guilty.

We didn't do it.

Then you've got your answer.

You need to...

Consider the life you'd have once you get out of jail...

Just another black felon no one wants to give a second chance to.

Yeah, but at least we'd...

Be able to get out in eight years or less for good behavior, right?

And we have no idea what's gonna happen during the trial.

True. The system's not always about justice.

It's...

About which attorney can twist the truth in their favor.

Annalise can do that.

Take me out of the equation and put yourself in it.

If you were me...

Walking in my shoes.

What would you do?

I'd bet on Annalise.

Honestly?

Wes: I told her I'd take the deal.

You what?!

If they're guilty, it's g...

Who says they're guilty?!

You're letting your feelings for Caleb cloud your judgment.

I don't have feelings for Caleb. I'm doing my job!

Leave us alone, Michaela.

But he just screwed our...

Leave!

[Sighs]

[Door closes]

Is this about Rebecca?

You believed her when she said she was innocent, and she hurt you.

Yeah, this isn't about that.

Is it about me, then?

Are you still mad at me? Nate?

No.

Then why tell Catherine to take the deal?

Because that's what I should've done.

I should've...

Turned myself in for Sam.

Instead, it just weighs on me, on... you, on all of us.

So, if I just...

[Sighs] Told the truth, done whatever time I deserved, we could've all moved on by now.

You protected Rebecca, and now I'm protecting you.

No one deserves to go to jail for that.

You hear me?

Wes?

Okay.

Go home.

What?

You're letting your feelings cloud your judgment.

You're off the case until I say otherwise.

[Door opens, closes]

I can't risk losing my job right now, Frank.

No one has to lose their job.

We just need you to put us up on the list.

I tried, but some A.D.A. just dumped like 300 samples on me this morning.

So sneak us in with those.

Wait. What A.D.A.?

Just tell me how I can sweeten the pot.

Was it Emily Sinclair?

Yeah. Why?

There's a bug in the house.

Sinclair's been tappin' our asses, and not in the good way.

Why do you think that?

Because it's what she wanted all along.

That's why she needed me to testify, so she could put a wiretap on the house.

Judge: This is a closed hearing for a wiretap warrant on the residence of Annalise Keating.

But you didn't testify.

Exactly, so she trojan-horsed it in with the new discovery.

That's why she suddenly offered Catherine and Caleb the plea deal and knew to stall the DNA sample, because she's been listening to every word we've been saying in that house since yesterday.

Maybe Mr. Millstone should be my new Frank.

Okay, we need to scour through this Hapstall discovery.

Look for it as if your life depended on it.

No stopping until you find the evidence that pins this on Philip and not our clients.

Speak!

We'll be on it, boss.

I'll look through the zip drives, files.

Can't wait.

Witness statements.

[Papers rustling]

Oh! Oh!

Yikes.

♪ You're in the dark ♪
♪ Just you and anger ♪

[Clears throat]

♪ Your oldest friend ♪

_

Nobody's leaving till we find the...

Evidentiary file.

[Telephone ringing]

Law office of Annalise Keating.

Catherine: Where's Annalise?

Catherine?

She needs to come over right away.

What happened?

It's Caleb.

He took the plea deal.

It's illegal to talk to the A.D.A. without me.

It's called ex parte communication, and it voids any deal you made!

That's only if Sinclair reached out to me, but I called her and negotiated the deal on my own.

It's a terrible deal! You took 30 years!

So Catherine would get none!

Selfish idiot.

Michaela: She's right. You are selfish and an idiot.

But until we go in front of the judge, it's still just an offer, so you're gonna call her back and tell her you changed your mind.

Do it!

♪ 'Cause everybody is dead in this house ♪

No. I made my decision, and as my lawyer, you have to carry it out.

[Sighs]

♪ Everybody is dead in this house ♪

_

♪ Aaaah ♪

What the hell?!

And nobody thought to call me?

It wasn't a party.

Okay, but I still work in this house, too.

♪ Everybody is dead in this house ♪
♪ Kick down the door ♪
♪ Kick through the pain ♪
♪ You've been talkin' to the wall ♪
♪ Everybody is dead in this house ♪
♪ Aaaaaah ♪

Asher: I was right.

Well, mostly right.

It didn't come in the discovery, but it came with the discovery.

Another win for Mr. Millstone.

All right, so, what do we do now?

We take the bug to the police, exterminate it?

No. We use it.

Annalise: I'm advising Caleb to take the plea deal.

[Stiffly] But why?

Because he confessed to me at the house.

So? Sinclair's got no case.

Plus, we've been handing her her ass this whole time.

That's not true anymore.

Caleb showed me where he was hiding the g*n.

It's in a toolbox in the basement.

Michaela: But why'd he do it?

Because of Catherine.

They've been sleeping together since they were teenagers and finally confessed to Ursula and Grant.

[Vehicle doors closing]

And then they threatened to go public with it.

Their parents threatened them back...

Threatened to cut them out of the will.

[Pounding on door]

Caleb snapped that night.

What is this?

We have a warrant to search the premises.

Can't we just hide the g*n, though?

Well, that's what I thought, but now Catherine knows, too.

She told Caleb that she would go to the police and tell them everything.

I told Caleb to call Sinclair, take the deal.

30 years for k*lling your parents in cold blood is not bad.

Annalise: Do they teach fourth amendment violations in night school?

'Cause this is what this is.

You have no probable cause here, and any judge is gonna agree with me.

Go ahead. Call the judge.

By that time, we'll have found our m*rder w*apon.

Ms. Sinclair?

What the hell is going on?

Quiet.

No luck. Basement's clear.

Check it again.

We turned over the whole thing. No g*n, no anything.

What time is it?

The offer expires after 5:00 P.M. today.

5:15.

[Cellphone ringing]

[Police radio chatter]

[Cellphone beeps]

Hi.

Nate: I'm at the station.

Philip's here.

What?!

He's giving a statement.

How long has he been in there?

Nate: About... a half-hour.

What's he saying?

I'll find out.

I think I can fix this.

What do you mean?

You don't need to know.

No, Nate, you just got your job back.

And I already made up my mind. We'll talk later.

[Indistinct conversations]

Reed: Let me guess. Our guy's got a record?

This is his third time reporting a stalking incident in the past two years.

So, he's off his lithium again.

We at least need to look into it.

Agreed. Tomorrow.

But right now, there is a guy waiting at the bar to meet you.

Another cousin?

Nephew.

You'll like him. He's even got a job.

I will have her call you back as soon as I hear from her.

[Telephone beeps]

It suits you... The secretary schtick.

Wow.

Thanks...

For being such a supportive boyfriend.

I'm protecting you.

You think she actually cares about you all of a sudden?

You're just being jealous because she picked me over you, and it's not cute.

No. I've just been around the Annalise block a few times and know she's just using you till Bonnie's back.

Mm.

Or I actually admire her.

Miss Castillo could be me one day.

But you? You can't even get me DNA results when I need them.

I'm doing my best.

Not good enough.

[Telephone rings]

Law office of...

Caleb? Slow down.

Where is she?

Already in there.

She must've called her behind my back.

I wonder who taught her that move.

Finally.

I'm gonna go to your boss and tell him that you've been having ex parte dealings not once but twice with my clients, and he's gonna send your hick ass back to whatever haystack you crawled out of!

I'm from Connecticut.

And don't be upset that your client did your job for you.

In fact, she negotiated a better deal than you would've...

10 years while her brother serves none.

No way am I gonna let that go through.

But I want you to.

I don't care.

There's no judge in their right mind who would let this fly!

I guess we'll find out in an hour.

Noon was the only time Judge Garret had available.

See you then.

Catherine: I'm not changing my mind.

I know.

So, look me in the eye and tell me you're guilty.

'Cause 10 years for k*lling your parents is a deal I can get behind, but only if you actually did it.

I didn't do it.

[Sighs]

Then why are you doing this?

'Cause of Caleb.

He's not guilty, but he'll take the deal if that means protecting me.

But for once, I have to take care of him.

You're not taking care of him. You're punishing him.

I don't agree.

And you don't have to understand that, but you do have to be my lawyer here.

We're taking the deal.

Annalise: She's not thinking straight, so we have think for her.

Call the house. Tell everyone to get here.

They're already on their way.

We'll research the grounds to vitiate a guilty plea and force the judge to reject the deal.

We're on it.

Sinclair negotiated with our client without our knowledge.

So, we sue for interference in our attorney/client relationship.

And what? Report her to the state bar?

That's gonna take days.

We only have 25 minutes.

We can tell the judge the A.D.A. broke rule 4.2, which is about professional conduct.

Or we can ask for sanctions.

15 minutes.

Catherine went to Sinclair for a plea deal, not the other way around.

So? A defendant has the legal right to be stupid.

Two minutes.

Bailiff: All rise!

[Clears throat]

This is a plea hearing for two counts of first-degree m*rder for the deaths of Ursula Hapstall and Grant Hapstall.

It's a conflict of interest for an attorney to represent both defendants if one pleads guilty.

The defendant can waive the conflict.

It's starting.

She's gonna k*ll us.

Before the court accepts the plea, it must be shown on record that the defendant knowingly, intelligently, and voluntarily understands the nature and consequences of her plea.

She could file a writ challenging the constitutionality of the plea deal.

That would take months.

And additionally, there must be a factual basis for the plea, which, frankly, I don't believe exists.

She's stalling, your honor.

I am merely taking the matter seriously.

Given the severe punishment miss Hapstall might endure here, I suggest that we send her out on a pre-plea sentence report before we proceed any further.

You guys, we can do this.

Or it's already too late and we're just too dumb to know it.

Ms. keating, I've lost my patience.

It's not about patience but of a young woman's life.

Enough of this.

Miss Hapstall, please stand.

Do you understand that you're pleading guilty to count one of the information, which charges you with first-degree m*rder in the death of grant Hapstall?

Catherine: Yes.

I'm so sorry.

And count two, which charges you with first-degree m*rder in the death of Ursula Hapstall?

Yes.

And that if the court accepts your guilty pleas today, you will not have a right to appeal them.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Miss Hapstall, do you accept the prosecution's plea offer?

Do not answer.

Miss Castillo could be me one day.

But you? You can't even get me DNA results when I need them.

[Zipper unzipping]

90 minutes' work for $50,000.

Think about the baby.

Ms. Keating, I've had enough of this!

I need an answer from your client.

One moment, your honor.

I changed my mind, your honor.

I'm not accepting this deal.

[Spectators murmuring]

I messed it up. I messed up real bad!

No. No, it's not gonna work.

I am breathing.

I'm trying. Can you please just...

I'll call you back.

You know, there are meds for that.

What is this?

Caleb and Catherine's acquittal.

But rather than bury it in boxes of discovery like a coward, I'm bringing it to you face-to-face.

Philip Jessup's DNA is a 99.4% match to the DNA found at the crime scene, but that's not the best part.

The test shows an absence of heterozygosity.

He's the product of incest.

And we both know that Helena only had one brother.

Imagine, your parents are the sick ones, and you're the one that gets thrown out with the trash.

I'd have k*lled them, too.

Good luck in getting the jury to believe that the inbred weirdo didn't do it.

Laurel: Are you wearing an apron?

I figured you could use a good meal after all the hard work you've been doing.

My special sauce.

Taste?

It's good.

Told ya.

Have a seat. Wine's open.

Frank...

What happened... We can't just not talk about it.

That's exactly what we're gonna do.

I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're worried about.

We had a fight. And what Annalise said...

See, that's the name I don't want to hear right now.

This apartment needs to be an Annalise-free zone.

But she's our boss.

You know she's more than that.

And she's smart.

And she knows the best way to break us up is to come between us.

We're not gonna let that happen.

Why... do you think she doesn't want us to be together?

'Cause she's Annalise.

And that's the last we're gonna mention her.

Now, sit down, tie a napkin around your neck...

And get ready to eat the best meatballs you ever had.

[Utensils clattering]

Oliver: Why do I feel like I'm actually getting kidnapped this time?

Connor: I've just been thinking.

You clearly feel the need for more thrills in your life, so this... Is that!

Welcome to criminal law.

So, are you gonna give me a lecture or something?

No, but...

I am gonna teach you a lesson.

[Knock on door]

Wes Gibbins?

Yeah?

Sign here.

Michaela: Sorry to barge in.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Um, is Catherine here?

She's asleep. Why? Are we in trouble?

No, no, no. Everything's great.

Why are you here?

[Chuckles]

Oh, I'm sure I've just been making this all up in my head, or you're gay and I've been misreading all the cues, but I just... I have to know, at least so I can stop wondering.

I like you.

It's unprofessional, I know.

That's why I haven't been too forward.

But you're not making it up.

You're beautiful.

And I like you.

[Chuckles]

It's, um... It's not unprofessional.

Not anymore.

We won today, so...

So...

I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you.

[Cellphone pings]

What happened?

Nothing. It's good news, actually.

Sinclair called the chief about Philip.

They're starting their investigation into him first thing in the morning.

[Sighs] Thank you so much.

I'll go.

Wait.

Why are you doing this?

Helping me?

It's not about helping you.

It's about Sinclair.

She's made my life hell, too.

Is that the only reason?

[Breathing heavily]

You're nervous again?

I want to know you.

[Breathes heavily, giggles]

You taste like my sauce.

[Laughs]

What was that?

Uh...

I don't know... Probably the janitor.

Oh.

Well, let's give him a show.

[Both chuckle]

[Gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

[Siren wails in distance]

Oh, my God.

Caleb: I have to tell you something.

Not exactly the first thing you want to hear after sex.

[Chuckles]

Caleb?

[Pounding on door]

What's wrong?!

Where are the photos?

Wes!

Michaela: You're scaring me.

I know.

But you'll see why.

Wes: Look!

Right there.

It's one of Catherine's paintings.

Michaela: Oh, my God.

Is that...

I found it here last week.

Annalise: Sinclair just proved that she's scared.

She's based her case entirely on the testimony of a dead r*cist and a missing m*rder w*apon.

What if she k*lled them?

[Car door closes]

Hi.

Hey.

Don't worry. I'm gonna take care of this.