02x10 - What Happened to You, Annalise?

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

He's dead because of you!

Your father was a bad man, Asher.

[Tires screech, Sinclair grunts]

You just do what I tell you, okay?

Laurel: So Catherine ran over Sinclair here. That's our story.

Annalise: There's been a change of plans.

Leave the police a crime scene that's a mess.

We just need it to look like chaos.

This is Annalise Keating.

And my client, Catherine Hapstall...

She shot me. sh**t me in my leg.

Rebecca's dead, Wes.

I've been lying to you over and over.

No!

[Breathing heavily]

Christophe.

FBI agent: Christophe.

Christophe: It's my mom, right?

She looked dead when I found her.

Eve: Good god, Annalise.

What did we do?

Annalise: Christophe.

Christophe.

Christophe.

Christophe. Christophe.

Wes, no. No.

[Door opens, close]

What the hell is wrong with you?

Oh, my god.

You shot her?

[Labored breathing]

Oh, my god.

I had to.

That's not her leg.

I have never shot a g*n before.

We have to go.

No, no, no. W-we have to help her.

The cops are on their way, Wes.

Wes!

Give me the g*n.

No!

I'll put it in the pool, like you said.

No.

I'll meet you by the gate.

Just let him do it.

No. No. We have to go.

Look for Connor!

We have to go.

[Door opens]

[Sobbing]

[Gasping]

Bonnie: Annalise.

Annalise.

Annalise.

We're home.

I don't want a nurse.

I don't want a stranger sleeping in my house.

It's for you. No stairs, remember?

Now, let's get you set up with a Vicodin.

You can take another in six hours.

And you can't drink on the antibiotics, which you take two of each day along with the anti-inflammatory.

I wrote it all down for you.

Let me help you.

Oh, no, Bonnie.

[Inhales, exhales sharply]

When is the hearing tomorrow?

11:00.

I still think we can ask to push it.

Oh, no. I didn't go through all this to not testify.

Asher?

He's fine.

All the kids are.

Wes?

Laurel: Annalise got out of the hospital this morning.

Wes, this is good. It means she's gonna be okay.

Wes, it's all working.

You don't know that.

I do.

Annalise is home and everyone thinks Catherine is guilty.

Nate doesn't.

If Nate wanted to turn us in, he would have done it that night.

It's all gonna work.

Bonnie: Did you want me to bring him here?

Who?

Wes.

You seem concerned about him.

I'm concerned about all of us.

Wes: I tried to k*ll her.

Because she lied to you.

She wasn't lying.

Rebecca isn't dead.

Annalise can tell you that herself when she's better.

And I'm just supposed to believe her?

[Sighs]

I'm sorry.

I know you're just trying to help.

[Scoffs] But what happened... what I did...

There's no making that okay.

You think you're the only one this has been hard on?

Think about Asher... what he's going through right now.

If anyone deserves to be lying around in bed, it's him.

But he's not because he knows he's worse off without us.

And so are you, so stop feeling sorry for yourself and get up.

I said, "get up!"

You should go.

You're going to need to eat.

That's what delivery men are for.

Someone needs to change your bandages.

Listen, I have two hands.

Please...

Just... I don't want to have to beg for peace in my own home.

Go.

My phone is on. Call me whenever...

I will.

[Gasps]

She's dying. She's dying.

Leave right now.

[Cellphone buzzes]

Frank: Is she okay?

Tell me! Is she gonna be okay?

[Inhales deeply]

[Exhales deeply]

Catherine Hapstall remains behind bars ahead of her preliminary hearing tomorrow where she'll face charges for the m*rder of Emily Sinclair and attempted m*rder of Annalise Keating. Ms. Keating survived the g*nsh*t wound and is expected to take the stand tomorrow as the manhunt for Philip Jessup, miss Hapstall's alleged accomplice, continues, with police reporting no sightings since the night of Ms. Sinclair's m*rder.

[Sighs]

Oh, Bonnie.

[Knock on door]

Look who's back from the dead.

I promised him free food.

Tons. Made pizzas last night, tacos tonight.

Hey, there you are. Finally.

Waitlist.

Hey, bud.

You don't look too terrible.

Whole vibe's been off without your adorableness.

We were, uh [Chuckles] how you feeling?

We were about to barge in on you at your apartment.

[Laughs]

Hey.

What's all this?

Uh, study group.

Exams are in a month, in case you forgot.

You mean in case he's been distracted by all of the murders.

Frank: Shh. Neighbors.

Wes, I made you copies of all our outlines.

Congrats on getting out of bed.

[Door opens]

Whiskey helps.

[Door closes]

Bonnie: Wes, you're back.

W-what are you doing here?

Did they not release her?

Relax. She's home.

Alone?

She's doing great. Stop worrying.

Welcome back.

[Snoring]

[Knock on door]

Woman: Hello?!

Is anyone in there?!

[Knocking continues]

Please answer the door.

[Knocking continues]

Hello? [Sobbing]

Please! Oh, thank god.

You're the lawyer?

Yes.

[Voice breaking] Thank god.

What's wrong?

My boy.

You have to take him.

[Baby cries]

What is this?

I saw you on the news.

I know.

You survived even after you were shot because...

Because you are strong.

And he needs you.

[Crying continues]

He needs you. Stop this.

I'm n... I'm not okay.

I'm not okay.

No. No, no, no. We'll call the police.

We'll call the police.

No. No. They'll send me away.

No, no.

You can take care of each other.

Don't... don't leave.

No! Don't leave!

I can't!

I can't!

I can't!

I said come back!

No!

[Breathing heavily]

Asher.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I just...

Haven't heard from them yet.

From who?

The cops. Who else?

Desk officer: Can I help you?

Yeah.

I need to make a statement.

[Police radio chatter]

And they found him in his chambers, which makes it obvious.

I mean, who does that at work?

Suicides are quite common at work.

Okay. Well, my dad wouldn't do that.

So you need to investigate, see if the scene was staged, see if there's any signs of a struggle, because I'm telling you my dad was m*rder*d.

It's been two weeks.

No one's returning my phone calls.

They're probably still gathering evidence.

Or they think I'm crazy.

Look, as soon as Catherine's hearing is over, I will call the station and see where they're at.

Thanks.

Why are you enabling him?

Maybe he's right.

He's not.

And maybe having him talk to the police isn't the greatest idea right now.

He isn't gonna tell them anything.

How do you know that?

Because he isn't the type to betray the people who protect him.

Oh, meaning I am?

[Cellphone ringing]

Is everything okay?

[Door closes]

Annalise?

I finally got it to calm down.

Oh, my god.

Okay.

Take it, Bonnie.

Just calm down.

Take it.

The Mahoney trial preps tomorrow, and... and now this?

[Breathlessly] I got to...

If it cries, just take it upstairs.

I need quiet if I'm gonna finish my opening on time.

We're locking the door now?

Did you bring them?

Yeah.

Annalise: Go to my office right now.

Just promise me you're not gonna use them to k*ll her.

Frank...

Like that's a crazy question anymore.

At least let me see her.

She's high on Vicodin and walking around with no pants.

What about the hearing?

She can't testify.

She has to.

Annalise ain't feeling too hot, so she's not gonna take the stand tomorrow.

Wait, what? She has to.

We don't have a case...

Why doesn't she get her lazy ass out of bed?

Relax. Frankie's got a plan B.

We're gonna write up a witness statement the prosecution can use instead.

Except that's hearsay and inadmissible.

It will work for the purposes of prelim.

Proves a prima facie case.

Here we go. Let's be Annalise.

Michaela: My...

Student...

Michaela... you can talk faster.

Pratt, called to inform me that Caleb Hapstall had found the g*n in Catherine's studio.

I called Sinclair to the house so that I could show her all the evidence connecting Catherine to Philip.

There's been a change of plans. Sinclair's on her way over.

We got to tell her everything.

Sinclair arrived around 10:00 P.M.

Who is that?

Annalise: There was an eyewitness. Her name is Rose Edmond.

And she's a cleaning lady, so she's probably gonna want some money to testify.

Ice cream?

And I don't... I don't want to give her a check because then it's gonna leave a-a paper trail.

So...

Have Frank get some cash and tell him to come over here.

Connor: Catherine was talking in circles.

I tried to talk her down, but she knew that we'd discovered her relationship with Philip.

And by the time I saw her reach for the g*n, it was too late.

She shot me before I knew what was going on.

The cleaning lady has a son, and that's probably why she doesn't want to testify 'cause she's scared for him.

Annalise?

How's the baby?

Oh, god. I thought if it didn't stop crying I might smother him.

Ugh.

What's wrong?

Did you do something to him?

There is no baby, Annalise.

No, unh-unh.

Bonnie... I-i told you.

There was a woman at the door and she was hysterical and she put the baby in my arms and I didn't want the baby.

No, it was in your head.

Like last time.

You're messing with me.

The next thing I remember is being in the hospital.

Is she okay? Tell me! Is she gonna be okay?

Get him out of here.

Sir...

When I woke up, the police told me they'd found Catherine in the woods and she had blood on her.

Is that it? We're done?

Yeah. Just run a little spell check, and...

[Sighs] What'd I tell you?

Typing skills like a boss.

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

A written statement of this caliber is hearsay.

That's up to the judge.

Exactly. Which means she can reject it.

I can't push the hearing again.

Do I have to subpoena Annalise?

'Cause I will.

That would be a mistake.

Not putting my star witness on the stand is a bigger mistake.

Your star witness who is high on pain pills and hallucinating.

You don't have any other choice. Get the judge to accept it.

[Scoffs]

[Snoring]

[Baby crying]

Bonnie!

Bonnie!

I can't trust you to do anything.

[Crying continues]

What do you want?

I don't know what this means.

I'm not your mother. I don't...

You've got to tell me what you want.

[Crying continues]

[Knock on door]

You're late.

I came as fast as I could.

Hurry, before Bonnie gets back.

Sorry I took so long. I was at dinner.

I don't care.

How is he?

[Sighs]

Hi.

Annalise: [Weakly] Sit.

Why'd you do it?

You told them that you did it.

[Sighs] Uh...

I don't know. I just...

I got scared.

And they already blame Wes for Sam.

And he would just fall apart if they blamed him for this, too.

So...

What is it?

What you said... about Rebecca.

Is it true?

I just said that to provoke him.

Don't worry.

Keep watching him.

[Monitor beeping]

How is he?

He's good.

Better.

Better how?

He left his apartment this morning.

And you think that makes him better?

I don't know. I just...

Then don't make things up!

I need you to tell me how he actually is, not how we want him to be.

Okay. I'm sorry.

How are you feeling?

Fine.

Good.

'Cause we all got a little bit nervous when Bonnie said that you couldn't testify.

What did Bonnie say?

I'm calling him now. I wouldn't do that.

You think a few weeks of me being laid up in the hospital makes you the boss now?

You don't remember, do you?

Remember what?

There was a baby, Annalise.

I'd be a terrible lawyer if I let you anywhere near a courtroom right now.

You know that.

Fine.

But let me read through the statement.

Are you hungry?

I can heat up soup.

Bonnie...

Nate...

Did he call?

Give him a few more days.

Soup sounds good.

Throw these out.

Woman: How do you explain Catherine's secret relationship with suspect Philip Jessup?

My sister's made it very clear that Philip approached her before she knew he was related to our aunt.

She had no idea who he was at the time.

But phone records show Catherine and Philip talked after she found out this information.

Because Mr. Jessup was setting up Catherine as a scapegoat.

If anything, the fact that he's now missing proves he's the one who should be on trial here, not my client.

Mr. Jessup is the mastermind of every single heinous crime committed against the Hapstall family.

[Knock on door]

The fact that the police have enlisted the FBI in their manhunt...

Laurel: Wes!

Proves just what a dangerous and powerful individual law enforcement officials believe...

[Knocking continues]

Wes, you okay?

Wes?

♪ Keeps falling down ♪

You missed taco night, so I brought you a burrito.

You should really call first.

Why? 'Cause there might be a girl in here or something?

Hey, bro mo. Do you have any Jay Z or something not so stereotypically gay?

They're my records. They should be gay.

Right.

How much longer till he leaves?

His dad just died. Be nice.

He doesn't seem that upset.

Yeah, well...

He's doing a pretty good job of hiding it.

Uh, we're out of bourbon. This is scotch.

[Groaning] Oh. Scotch.

Weird. My... this was my dad's drink.

Gave me my first sip when I was 11...

Not the first law he broke.

Uh, so, about that.

I just wanted to say I-I'm... I'm sorry.

Uh, my friend in high school... She wasn't my friend.

She was in my grade.

Anyway, she k*lled herself by jumping off this...

My dad didn't k*ll himself.

Police say he did, but...

I think someone k*lled him and covered it up.

Happens all the time.

It does?

Why don't we play a video game?

You hate video games.

Yeah, but, Asher, you like them, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. [Laughs]

[Knock on door]

Hi.

Nate: I got shot once. Did I tell you that?

b*llet passed through my thigh.

Still hurt like hell.

Bonnie make you come?

I would have got here sooner, but work's been rough.

Oh, please. Don't make excuses.

I never wanted you involved.

I know.

We can blame Wes for that.

Wes: You need to come to the Hapstall mansion.

Annalise... She's trying to protect you.

The hell are you doing?

Oh, my god. Is that...?

Get in the car.

You could have just drove them to the station that night.

You protect me, I protect you.

Hard to believe.

Only 'cause you're you.

No.

What happened to you, Annalise?

I've known some unhappy people in my life, been one at times.

But what you did... Did you want to die?

Because it's hard to want to be around someone who does that.

I want to know you, I do, but not this way.

I'm tired, okay? Please go.

Right.

Nate, I'm sorry.

[Inhales shakily]

Sorry. I just...

You know me.

You do.

I'll check in later this week.

Get better.

[Door opens, closes]

You two had a slumber party last night and you two had a three-way with Oliver.

Asher: Okay, careful with what you're insinuating.

And no one thought to call me and see how I was doing?

Michaela.

No, I have a right to be mad.

It's Caleb. He's...

You got this.

Hi.

Hi.

Caleb: How is she?

Good.

Sinclair and got there and sent us away, but... But Annalise is...

What do you mean? Then how do you know Catherine's good?

Oh, I-i meant Annalise.

Why do I care about Annalise?

Catherine never came back as far as I know.

But... as far as you now?

The only reason I left is so you'd take care of her.

I know. I know.

I wanted to stay, but Sinclair made us leave.

Annalise has this, though.

[Cellphone rings]

Hello?

Crawford: Is this Caleb Hapstall?

Yes. Who's this?

Officer Crawford at the Philadelphia police department.

Caleb: I'm surprised you had the nerve to show up.

I came to support Annalise. She almost died that night.

I agree... that part of her story's true.

I can't imagine what you must be going through right now...

Don't pretend to have sympathy.

Catherine did this.

Caleb, you might not be able to see that because she's your sister and you love her, but it happened.

And that's not my fault.

I'm sorry if you feel like it is.

But hating me isn't going to fix anything.

Please...

I want to be here for you, but you have to let me.

You all belong in hell.

Dispatcher: 911. What's your emergency?

Annalise: Help... [Breathing heavily]

I've been shot.

Repeat that, ma'am.

This is Annalise Keating.

And my client, Catherine Hapstall...

She shot me.

I'm here at her house. The A.D.A.'s here, too.

[Voice breaking] Please hurry.

Your honor, in addition to Ms. Keating's 911 call, the prosecution would like to submit a written testimony.

Objection. Ms. Keating is supposed to be here to testify in person.

The witness is still recovering from her g*nsh*t wound, and the 911 call alone is enough to send this to trial, judge.

I'm not so sure that's true, Mr. Denver.

Objection sustained.

E-excuse me...

If you want Ms. Keating's testimony in this hearing, she will have to testify.

Move on to your next witness, Mr. Denver.

[Spectators murmur]

Dr. Takahamo: Injuries like Ms. Sinclair's are consistent with a fall, but there are other points of impact in the evidence which lead me to conclude that the body was struck prior to the fall.

Perhaps if the defendant previously att*cked her with an object...

Did you call her?

Hell no.

Laurel: The judge just threw out your statement.

What do we do?

Nothing. I'll be right there.

But...

[Dial tone]

What the hell is she thinking?

Then multiple fractures could be explained.

You honor, Ms. Keating is here.

I'm well enough to testify.

Judge, she's on mind-altering painkillers...

I'm not any longer.

Could test my blood if you want to, but I'm fine to take the stand.

Denver: And according to your statement, Ms. Keating, it was after your meeting with Ms. Sinclair that Catherine Hapstall entered the house?

I never heard her come in.

Ms. Sinclair noticed her first.

But when I first saw Catherine, I knew something was wrong.

Wrong how?

Her pupils were dilated. Her expression was vacant.

There was clearly something physically wrong.

Objection. Ms. Keating is not qualified to make a medical diagnosis.

Judge Sansbury: Sustained.

What happened next, Ms. Keating?

Catherine had a g*n. She pointed it at me.

I yelled at her to stop, as did Ms. Sinclair.

Uh...

That's when Catherine pulled the trigger?

[Baby crying]

Ms. Keating?

[Crying continues]

Your honor, you can see for yourself, this is clearly too much for Ms. Keating right now.

Ms. Keating?

Are you all right?

Yes.

Yeah.

I just need a recess, then I'll be fine.

Let's resume in 15 minutes.

[Gavel bangs]

[Sighs]

[Breathing heavily]

[Gasps]

[Groans]

[Door opens]

[Footsteps approach]

[Knock on door]

Bonnie: Annalise.

I'm peeing. I'll be out in a sec.

[Toilet flushes]

You can't do this.

[Sighs] I already am.

Okay, this isn't just about you.

[Sighs] Like I need to be reminded.

Now is not a good time, Wes.

I don't care.

Bonnie's right.

They're waiting for me.

Laforge: I have a simple question for you, Ms. Keating.

If it were that simple, I suspect you would have asked me already.

So, your testimony is that my client shot you and somehow Emily Sinclair wound up dead?

That's what happened.

Even though Ms. Sinclair's body shows clear inconsistencies with a death from a fall?

Ask your forensic experts about that.

But aren't you claiming that Catherine Hapstall chased Emily Sinclair onto the roof of the Hapstall mansion?

No. I've claimed that I don't know what happened after I got shot.

Did you see Catherine Hapstall chase after Ms. Sinclair?

Again, I didn't see anything.

Excuse me?

The only reason we're all here is because you say you saw my client sh**t you.

Yes.

That's true. I...

I only...

You only what? Want to keep changing you story?

Objection. Argumentative.

Because I think what you just said, that you didn't see anything that night, is the only honest thing you've said up there today.

Your honor, counsel is badgering the witness.

If she doesn't have a question, we should move on.

Here's a question. Ms. Keating, aren't you lying?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Then how can we trust anything that you think you saw or heard that night, including your claim that Catherine Hapstall shot you?

She didn't.

I'm sorry?

Repeat yourself, Ms. Keating.

She didn't do it.

What did you say?

Your honor, Ms. Keating is not fit to sit here.

Catherine didn't do it.

Catherine Hapstall didn't sh**t you that night?

No, no, no, no.

I meant, Catherine... Didn't sh**t her parents.

What?

Your honor...

Catherine didn't k*ll her parents.

She told me when I represented her.

That's what I'm saying.

What the hell?

She just broke privilege.

Laforge: Your honor, Ms. Keating just violated her oath to keep secret communications between her and her client in private.

Denver: Ms. Keating is unwell.

Which means that none of this testimony is admissible anymore.

I therefore demand that you strike both Ms. Keating's written and spoken testimony from the record.

[Car door opens]

You're welcome.

You think because you lost it in court, I'm here to kiss your ass?

I think you ought to thank me for just saving Catherine's life.

Everything I just said on the stand is gonna make Catherine out to be the victim.

She was disoriented, out of it...

All because of Philip.

[Door closes]

What's wrong?

I need you to do something.

Philip k*lled your parents. We know that.

But then he did everything he could to pin it on your sister.

He put the g*n in her room, befriended her before she knew who he was, and then he drugged her that night.

I didn't sh**t anyone, Caleb.

No, you don't remember sh**ting anyone.

What?

You knew Philip before.

He found me on purpose. I didn't know who he was then.

Think about how all that sounds.

I don't care how it sounds.

But you need to.

None of this is about what's right or wrong.

It's about what a jury's going to believe during a trial.

And you? What do you believe?

Annalise: It's the only way to save her.

No prosecutor wants to take down Patty Hearst.

They want to take down her kidnapper.

It doesn't matter what I think.

Because you think I did this.

I just want what's best for you.

I don't think I believe that anymore.

She didn't sh**t anyone.

I was there, Caleb. I know what happened.

And I can't get up on the stand after swearing on the Bible and lie about that.

Catherine shot me.

Judge Sansbury: In the matter of the commonwealth versus Catherine Hapstall and the consideration of whether enough evidence has been presented to proceed to trial, I have made my decision.

Wait.

[Sniffles]

I have something I'd like to say, your honor.

Sit down right now.

I... I remember things from that night that I didn't before, and I'd like to go on record with them.

Your honor, my client is...

Is trying to make a statement before the court, so let her.

Judge Sansbury: The defendant can waive her right to remain silent.

I shot Annalise Keating.

[Spectators murmuring]

Order!

[Gavel bangs]

But I was drugged by someone and I remember who that is now.

[Whimpering]

It was Philip Jessup.

Please strike what my client just said and let the record note that she was not under oath for any of that.

This has been an inadmissible statement.

Your honor, I demand that we recess so that I can properly confer with my client, who is...

[Sniffles]

Clearly she is mentally incompetent right now.

[Spectators murmuring]

[Car alarm chirps]

The D.A. is going to offer Catherine a deal.

Five years, minimum security if she testifies against Philip.

Okay. Please, Annalise...

No. It's not your job to worry about me.

Yeah, I do, though.

And you don't know what it's like to see you this way.

No, it's the pills.

I'm not talking about that.

You wanted to die that night.

Leave it.

Annalise...

It's all gonna work.

It's why you sent me away.

You knew I wouldn't let you do it if I was there.

Well, you left anyway.

It's what you wanted, isn't it?

Have me gone.

I was angry and upset.

You know that.

I don't know anything anymore.

Those are my keys.

My suture ruptured. I'm... I'm bleeding.

I need to go see a doctor.

Okay, I'll drive you.

I'll drive myself, okay?

I just need my keys.

[Engine starts]

♪ We don't outgrow hard feelings ♪
♪ Facades of living free and unfulfilled ♪
♪ We're good with time ♪

[ringing]

♪ Not with friends ♪

Hey, it's Wes. You know what to do.

[Beep]

♪ I hope you'll never learn ♪

Frank: Calling the puppy?

♪ To play music ♪

He's not answering.

What is it?

Nothing.

Laurel...

We didn't call Asher that day.

No one had his number.

But if we did, if one of us would have talked to him, none of this would have happened.

Hey.

You got to let that stuff go.

Just put it away.

'Cause from this point forward, we all got each other's backs.

That includes yours.

Okay?

[Chuckles]

[Sighs] Let's go eat.

[Chuckles]

Annalise: Hello?

Who's there?

Oh, my god. I could eat this every day.

Laurel: Seriously. I'm so full.

Pasta game's strong, Frankie D.

Well, it's not just pasta. It's the famous Delfino ziti.

Hey.

[Laughter]

A toast.

Wait for me.

Bonnie: Just make it strong.

We won for today.

Salute.

Salute.

Saluté.

Annalise: Hello?

♪ I thought I ruled out... ♪

Wes?

♪ ... once before ♪
♪ insane ♪
♪ I gave no fight ♪

No.

No.

No. No!

What are you doing here?

I searched everywhere...

The entire house, but all I found were those pills.

I get it now... why my mom did it.

I never did before, but she just needed to make it all stop.

So do I.

You said "Christophe."

You knew my mother, didn't you?

[Children shouting]

[Cheering]

Christophe: Home run!

Yes!

You knew her, and that's why I'm here, why I got in off the waitlist.

Because you knew who I was.

You didn't tell me because there's a story there.

Hi.

Hello.

You have to take him.

I can't! I can't!

I said come back!

May I sit?

Of course.

You need to rest those feet.

Yes.

A boy, right?

Oh, how'd you know?

You're carrying low.

Oh.

I'm terrified of boys.

You'll be fine.

[Sighs]

That's mine over there... In the blue.

Another hit for the win!

Oh, he's adorable.

At times. [Chuckles]

I'm Rose.

Annalise.

Batter, batter. Go, go, go, go!

You got this!

So, tell me what you know.

You have to go.

I'm not leaving.

I can't have... Have you here.

You're fine now.

You got up on that stand and proved that.

So tell me what you know.

Tell me.

Tell me.

Tell me, damn it!

You think I want to hurt you?

[Breathlessly] I think...

I think you ruined me.

Get out.

[Door closes]

Wes, wait.

Wes.

[Lips smacking in distance]

[Baby cooing]

[Humming]

[Cooing echoes]