Previously on "How to Get Away With Murder"...
- They know everything. - We deserve to feel good for once.
Mrs. Maddox? I'd like to talk to you about your son Gabriel.
How do you not want to find your birth parents?
You looked for yours. You feel good about what you found?
Actually, yeah.
Michaela might die when she finds this out.
- What? - I hacked Louisiana Family Services
and found her birth father.
His name's Dwight.
Annalise knew him.
She's drinking again.
That's what your dad's case did to her.
Police have just confirmed that Nathaniel Lahey Senior
was fatally shot this evening.
You paid those guards to kill him!
Did the Governor approach you with this plan? Huh?
She promise to get your father out of jail?
They know more.
- Plan B? - She's given us no other choice.
The Governor just pointed the finger at Emmett on live TV.
Where's Christopher?
They took 'em, Annalise.
They took 'em.
Laurel!
May God grant us peace and comfort
during this time of loss
so that in our sorrow,
we may find hope and everlasting life.
In the sure and certain hope
of the resurrection to eternal life,
through our Lord Jesus Christ,
we commit this body to the ground.
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
We're free now.
To Him be glory forever.
We ask that with this passing,
we may find strength in one another
and solace in your words.
Christopher!
- Christopher! - Christopher, no!
Stay dead, bitch.
Stop!
Karen?
Karen, you okay?
Sorry. It was, uh...
No, no, there's no need to explain.
This visualization was designed
to stir up feelings of discomfort.
I'm just jealous.
Your funeral seems so interesting.
Mine was a snooze.
How about we don't compare, Sally?
But I do encourage you to go dark here.
Picture the worst consequences of your addiction.
What legacy have you left your loved ones with?
These are the questions
you've come to Vista View to answer...
not how you want to live the rest of your life,
but really, how do you want to die?
So, everyone, close your eyes again.
Karen.
Gently bring yourself back to your funeral.
See the people there.
Are they angry?
Maybe they're happy.
Because that's how badly you've hurt them.
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Hey, roomie.
Stan and Heather think you're a cop.
I said principal... high school.
Or a boxer, thus explaining the bandage.
I'm a CEO.
You're surprised, I know,
but I actually run a Fortune 500 company.
We make sex toys.
JK. JK.
I got a smile. Go, me.
Go, you.
So...
what'd you wanna stop?
At your funeral.
You scared the hell out of me with that scream.
It was nothing.
- Just give me a little hint. - No!
I'll tell you my secret if you tell me yours.
- What is this? - What?
Did Stan and Heather send you over here to get some scoop,
or are you just terrible at reading people?
I-It's rehab, Karen.
We're all gonna know each other's secrets eventually.
Fine. Here's mine.
I'm a gangster who shoots people
who don't know when to shut up.
Why would Annalise go to rehab now?
Yeah, won't she lose her license
if the bar finds out she relapsed?
They're not going to find out.
We just need to be happy she's trying to get better.
Are we sure she's not with Laurel?
Like, they took Christopher to Argentina
and are leaving us to get burned by the FBI?
We need to go to the FBI.
Absolutely not.
A child is missing.
He could be chained in some basement with Laurel.
Why don't we go to Xavier... torture him till he tells us where they are?
- Who are you? - Frank would do the torture, not me.
Frank's not gonna do that.
Why? 'Cause you both know that Laurel disappeared herself?
She was stolen off the street.
And the only reason they got Christopher
is 'cause you two took your eyes off him.
That wasn't our fault.
- Who else's fault would it be? - Get away from him.
Fine. I prefer kicking your ass anyway.
- Hey, hey! Hey! - Stop!
- This is hard enough. - No!
Hard is being trapped in a basement somewhere
and your friends not doing anything about it!
The FBI is still investigating us, Michaela.
Do you think going to them and telling them
that Laurel is now missing is going to help any of that?
Yeah, it'll just make it worse.
Emmett.
How did Mr. Crawford seem
when you left him in the office that night?
Not like a man about to kill himself,
if that's what you're thinking.
He could have seen the Governor accusing him on the news
- and panicked. - And happened to have poison lying around?
You believe he was poisoned?
Wasn't he?
He's dead, Annalise.
Emmett.
He's dead.
I came back up right after we got off the phone.
We won't know the cause of death until Mr. Crawford's autopsy.
Then what about the Governor?
Please tell me you're investigating her.
You know that I can't comment on an open investigation.
- Okay, but it's obvious... - Ms. Price...
... call me if you remember anything else.
Oh.
I heard you took Crawford's place
as the new managing partner, right?
Yes.
Congrats.
You've reached the voicemail of Annalise Keating.
Please leave a message.
I was hoping you smuggled your phone in your bra.
Ish is crazy here, as expected.
Not your worry, though.
I just wanted to hear a friendly voice.
Until then... get your ass better.
Okay, let's start with our cleansing ritual.
Turn to your partners.
- I see you, and I love you. - I see you, and I love you.
Okay.
I'm curious to hear about your reactions
to your funeral visualization.
Who wants to share?
Personally, I felt very uncomfortable
picturing myself dead.
- I fe... - Okay, Sally,
let's give somebody else a chance to initiate, okay?
Karen.
Who did you see at your funeral?
If you'd prefer not to say, just describe
the general feelings these people were having.
They were...
upset.
Not that I was dead,
but that it took too long.
Did anyone express their feelings out loud?
They were just grateful that I was dead.
Why?
Because I chose drinking over them.
What do you all think of Karen's response?
- Lame. - Seriously, though,
you're just gonna end up back in here
if you don't start getting real.
I've been saying that for days now.
I've been quiet, listening to you
complain about your mean boss for days, Stan.
There she blows!
Okay, let's all remain respectful.
Him calling me a liar is respectful?
You know, "liar's" pretty tame, considering what we could say.
Well, get ready for me to call you some names.
- Go for it. - Attention whore.
Blowhard. Chauvinist. Boring.
I never called you anything!
Quiet down.
Clearly, you're good with words, Karen,
so let's turn that inward.
Tell us some of the names you call yourself.
Drunk. Selfish.
Good.
Mean. Narcissist. Freak.
Keep going.
Bitch. Bully. Fat-ass. Slut.
Trash. Homewrecker.
Depressive.
Ugly.
Dirty.
Taker. Cancer.
Abuser.
Monster.
Mammy.
Failure.
Beautiful.
We see you, and we love you, Karen.
Are we sure we have the right Dwight?
Yeah, Michaela's birth certificate
lists Dwight Halpern as her father.
He was born in 1964,
just like the guy in this article
who Annalise helped defend.
We have to tell Michaela.
We're not telling her anything until Annalise gets back.
If she comes back.
Well, she better so she can explain why she picked me.
- Here we go. - Look, she chose all of us for a reason.
Michaela now, too.
Yeah, maybe she boned your dad before he was gay.
Or your mom.
- No, that was me. - Sweet-O, time to get to work.
Way to knock.
Open your computer hacking program.
Try to ping Laurel's location.
Her family runs a giant tech company.
I don't think they'd just let us "ping" her.
Just do it.
Hey.
Gabriel just texted me that he's outside.
You want me to handle him?
I just... want him to go away.
Michaela!
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Then why are you avoiding me?
I'm not.
You are.
And I know why.
Because I like you.
I mean it.
And I want you.
Gabriel.
Michaela?
Laurel wants to talk to you.
In... In the house.
Where she is.
I'll call you later.
What are your intentions?
What?
"What?" Your intentions.
'Cause if you're trying to get in her pants
so you can betray us to the FBI...
I'm not talking to the FBI anymore.
How many times do I have to tell you all that?
Good.
'Cause I'd rather have you as my bro than my foe.
Now, let's go home so you can make me
one of those famous grilled cheese sandwiches.
So, research tells us
that we can talk about our feelings for years,
but meanwhile,
all those toxic thoughts remain imbedded in our bodies.
This exercise was designed to release the bad thoughts
so the good thoughts can finally take hold.
Alright? So, pick up your bats.
Three, two, one...
go!
I am not an idiot! I am not a pushover!
- You tell 'em, Stan! - Die, bad thoughts!
Die, wino! Die, basic-bitch!
Die, people-pleaser!
You're more than an addict, Heather. You are a goddess!
I don't care if you don't love me, Dad!
I love me!
Die, mean mommy!
Die, prude!
- Intelligent and... - Gifted and outspoken!
- Kind! - Witty!
You are good enough!
Do you hear me, Sally?!
You are good enough!
You... are... good enough!
The exercise isn't for everyone.
Somatic therapy isn't really my thing, either.
What is your thing?
My vibrator.
Mm.
- What about you is selfish? - _
I put myself first always.
Okay, give me an example.
Well, I'm here, and the people who need my help are at home.
Who needs you?
Laurel, where are you?
Laurel?!
He's gone. They're both gone.
Your friends?
- What? - Emmett.
He's dead.
This is them, right?
The Governor, Xavier?
This was their plan...
take out another innocent man.
Another.
Doesn't matter who it is.
All that matters is that I let them down,
and here I am.
Trying to get better.
Failing at it.
Oh. Really? How are you failing?
I couldn't hit the dumb pillow.
Well, that doesn't mean anything.
You're paying a lot of money to be here.
It's really kind of a waste if you don't let me know you.
I know. I know.
Then tell me...
why do you think you deserve to be this unhappy?
I mean, unless you don't think you're unhappy.
I'm unhappy.
Then let's hear it.
Uh...
There are people in my life that got hurt.
You hurt them?
Mm-hmm.
I thought I was helping them.
Oh.
That just kind of sounds the opposite of selfish to me.
I want to leave them.
You're thinking of abandoning them?
Mm-hmm.
To protect myself.
See? Selfish.
Why shouldn't you protect yourse...
- Because their pain would be my fault. - Not necessar...
If I smacked you in the face right now,
your pain, my fault, no?
I want to get better.
I do. I want to get better.
Okay.
I want that for you, too.
But I'm worried you won't.
Not unless you learn to forgive yourself.
There's no moving forward until you love yourself.
And if I can't?
Then you'll stay where you are...
angry, lonely, sad.
All because you put other people first.
You put their feelings before yours...
what they need, what they want.
Until you wind up in the hospital again,
strung out, left for dead.
Or just... dead.
What ME is doing the Emmett autopsy?
Stop.
Somebody's got to make sure
Birkhead doesn't mess with the results.
- And that's gonna be you? - Maybe.
No.
We have to move past this.
Enough with the Governor and Ron.
And my pops?
Am I supposed to just forget what they did to him?
Come on.
I just want the ME's name.
- Just tell me to my face... - _
no one's asking you to mess with Crawford's results.
I can't.
You can't or you won't?
I can't because the body's not here.
- Where is it? - London.
Autopsy, funeral, burial... It's all happening there.
We transferred the body this morning.
On whose orders?
A partner at his law firm.
Who?
Tegan Price.
_
Hey.
How'd you get in here?
I'm creative.
Any news on the autopsy results?
No. And there won't be any for a few days.
The other partners wanted his body transferred to London,
made me sign off on it.
That didn't seem sketchy to you?
They're my bosses.
Convenient.
Are you...
You think I had something to do with this?
I didn't say that.
Then be smart and stop talking.
Castillos probably have this whole place bugged.
Good. Then they should know I'm coming for them.
So you can end up like Emmett?
That a threat?
He was lying right here when I found him.
Convulsing...
foaming at the mouth.
I gave him CPR, begging him to breathe,
watching his eyes go blank.
He was my friend.
And you are not.
So get the hell out.
? Where in the world is Laurel Castillo? ?
- Don't make jokes. - This is a joke.
Her phone is in a different city every two seconds.
Well, just try harder than you did protecting Christopher.
Are you gonna do this to us for the rest of our lives?
- Probably. - Then can you explain to us
how we were supposed to know that someone would
break into our house and kidnap him?
He's a baby. You're adults.
That means it was your job to protect him.
Yeah, only 'cause she didn't want you looking after him.
Oliver.
What does that mean?
Laurel asked us to be Christopher's guardian.
You're lying.
He's not.
We can show you the paperwork.
With each exhale,
feel your body empty of today's stress.
With each inhale, breathe in curiosity and wonder.
Picture yourself as a small child...
... in his or her place,
a gentle sun...
Sorry. I-I'll just go to bed.
Oh! Uh, you're supposed to turn that in.
Arrest me.
Hey.
Did you get Emmett's autopsy results?
The C&G partners wanted it done in London.
That's insane.
I know. But there's nothing we could have done to stop it.
Or you, if you were here.
Is the food at least good?
It's bland.
I like my counselor.
That's great.
Yeah, she thinks I need to be more selfish.
Maybe she's right.
You've beaten yourself up enough.
Emmett. He's dead.
This is them, right?
Governor, Xavier?
This was their plan...
take out another innocent man.
Bartender.
Do you wanna get high?
Who found her?
Not sure.
They called 911.
Do you know what she took?
Tox screen says cocaine, MDMA, and fentanyl.
Bonnie.
It's all gonna be okay.
No.
I'm here.
I need help, Bonnie.
I need help.
Get me help.
Oh, Britt's on her way to confiscate your phone.
JK!
I'm not a narc.
I'm going to bed.
What if they're dead?
They're not.
Hopefully.
What are you doing?
Coming up with a plan "B" to find Laurel.
Stop.
Look what happened when you dug into Michaela's parents.
I found the security company that Xavier uses.
If we get the name of one of the security guards,
then maybe Frank can torture the guy
into telling us where they took Laurel.
Oliver!
- How are you not more scared right now? - God!
I am so done with being scared.
Why?
It's exhausting.
And... weak.
You know, if...
if you're scared...
I can protect you.
You want me to protect you?
Yeah.
Good.
'Cause I'm gonna protect you...
all over this bedroom.
I'm gonna protect you all...
night...
long.
Who are you e-mailing?
I'm bugging the adoption agency about my birth parents.
Oh.
Thought maybe you would have let that go,
with all the stress going on around here.
The opposite.
If we can't find Laurel, at least I can find them.
You disapprove?
Uh, no.
I just, uh...
you know...
Is that how, uh, Gabey boy sounds?
Stop.
What?
Come on.
I'm over you.
We can talk about this stuff.
Girl to girl.
Well...
We...
haven't done it.
What? Why?
He's perf.
It's just gonna end bad
when he finds out who we are.
Meaning... ?
You know what I mean.
I'm sick of every relationship I've ever had ending in doom.
Well, to be fair, the only reason ours ended in doom
- was because you cheated. - I cheated.
Oh, just listen to those two lovebirds up there.
You know, Oli stayed with Connor
even after he found out about everything, so...
There's still hope for us, is all.
It's Laurel. Leave a message.
But I'll probably never listen.
Laurel, it's me.
Please...
What if Connor's right?
She wouldn't do this to herself.
Of course she would.
You wanna know why you're wrong?
She would've taken this.
Kid can't sleep without it.
He just... cries and cries.
So just...
She wouldn't have been that cruel.
Who's Bonnie?
Is she your girlfriend?
Ask me another question. I dare you.
I've seen you with a bat.
It's not impressive, Karen or... Beth
or whatever your real name is.
Have you been looking through my stuff?
I don't have to. I say "Karen", you don't turn around.
That's because I'm trying to avoid your ass.
O-Oh. Like I've won the roommate lottery?
You never smile or... or ask anyone how they're doing.
That's why people don't want to eat with you
or even be around you.
You must be a very hard woman to love.
You want to know me, Sally?
I know that you're so nosy about my life
because yours is so basic.
That's why you checked in here... to be interesting.
- You're just proving my point. - I mean, what's so hard about your life?
That giant rock on your finger too heavy?
Your husband stop screwing you after popping out kids?
- Don't talk about my kids. - And now poor you
is stuck driving carpool in a fancy-ass SUV
high on pills and Chardonnay.
- Fine. You win. Let's sleep. - But you're a mother, so you're superior to me.
- I am more than a mother. - At least that's the lie you tell yourself.
So you obsess over those kids.
You beg them to need you so your life has purpose.
- They are not my purpose. - They get a trophy, you get a trophy.
- You are wrong! - But you know deep down inside,
you know how meaningless your life is without them.
I hate my kids! I hate them!
And I hate being a mother!
I hate it!
And I...
hate myself...
for hating them.
I'm evil, right?
I can't answer that one.
Ohh.
This is my fourth time coming here.
Every time, I hope it'll work.
But they're still there when I get home.
I just want to run away forever.
Me, too.
And they're not even my kids.
They're just people who need me.
But they need me so damn bad.
I just...
My name is Annalise Keating.
People think I murdered my husband,
but I didn't.
But I helped cover it up.
1018, what's your twenty?
10-18, Vista View, awaiting backup.
Has suspect been questioned?
Negative. Requesting 11-41.
Copy. 11-10 witness?
- Witness giving statement. - Copy that.
You see it happen?
See what?
Stan went aggro at breakfast.
He beat up a cook 'cause they ran out of bacon.
I guess he was the one that blew, not you.
Hey.
Morning.
Took some melatonin last night. Made me loopy.
- Hey... - Think I was just making things up.
Annalise.
I see you...
... and I love you.
You're no failure.
You're not trash.
You're not... cold.
You're not a bitch!
You're not ugly!
You're not disgusting! You're not a slut!
You're not dirty! You're not spoiled!
You're not a monster!
You deserve to be loved and touched and felt!
You deserve to be free!
I want out! I want out!
Forgive yourself, Annalise!
'Cause I forgive you!
I forgive you! I forgive you!
I forgive you!
I want you, too.
There. I said it.
And you said it.
And... we have... both now...
said it.
However...
And... yes, there is a "however".
Laurel's gone.
What?
She left.
She took Christopher and disappeared without a word.
And...
I don't know where they went or if they're ever coming back,
even though she's my friend.
My best friend.
She's gone.
And I'm tired of being left.
I need you to promise that you'll never... ghost me
or lie to me or break up with me
without an actual grown-up explanation.
Because if you do...
... I'll cut this off...
and introduce it to a garbage disposal.
Okay?
I'm here for you.
Long-term.
Now you can kiss me.
_
Hey.
What kind of rehab works in one week?
I had to ask for a ride
so I wouldn't go straight to a bar.
JK, JK.
Seriously, you okay?
I don't know.
I couldn't risk the disciplinary board
finding out where I was.
Anything on Emmett?
London ME ruled it a heart attack.
No foul play.
See? It's a good thing I'm back.
You all need me.
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Who's that?
Uh... I forgot
I told Connor and Oliver I'd cook dinner tonight.
Oh. You want me to come?
I can make my famous grilled cheese.
And give them another chance to recruit you as their third?
No go.
_
Hey.
I know I missed our call this weekend.
So then you also know you're gonna have to call me
twice this week to make up for it?
'Course.
You all caught up on "Housewives"?
I've banned it from my DVR... trust.
Just like you should.
No UVA law student has time to watch TV...
unless you dropped out on me.
'Course not. Who's gonna win us reparations if not me?
Hmm.
Graduate with honors. We'll see if I buy that.
Right on time.
How was rehab?
Bring us anything?
I did, actually.
We've been eaten alive by the lies and the fear.
And that's no way to live.
And I want to live.
Don't you?
So that's what this is.
Right?
We're gonna beat out all of the guilt
and the shame and the lies and the fear.
Bury it.
We're gonna bury all of it... even Laurel.
Consider this her funeral.
No.
Laurel needs us.
No, she's never needed us, Michaela.
She's always been able to take care of herself.
And we have to take care of ourselves.
Here.
Beat her away!
Say goodbye.
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.
- Nursery? - Upstairs.
I'm fine.
You have rage in you.
You've lost your mother, your father, your sister,
and Michaela.
You have a right to be angry.
You just have to let it out.
Okay?
Go.
No more being the black sheep.
No more being the nice guy.
No more reject! No more loser! No more Doucheface!
You're a good man, Asher!
You hear me?! You're a good man!
You're a good man, Asher!
_
Boy, bye.
This wasn't your fault.
What wasn't?
Sam, Wes, Christopher.
Say it.
"It wasn't my fault."
This wasn't my fault.
It wasn't my fault.
None of it.
I'm not a killer. I'm not a monster.
I'm not the devil.
There's good in me!
There's good in me.
So much damn good!
_
I'm not scared.
I'm not a little boy!
I'm a man who is strong, confident, and powerful!
I'm a strong, confident, powerful man!
Laurel's always put herself first.
And you need to do the same.
Stop wasting your love on her.
Love yourself, Michaela.
Laurel's gone. I choose me.
- Happy? - You clawed your way
from nothing to get here.
All on your own.
Tell yourself that.
I got here on my own.
I do everything on my own!
Everything!
I'm alone, but I'm brave!
I'm strong! I'm proud!
I want to be happy!
I deserve to be happy!
I choose me! I choose me!
So goodbye, Laurel!
You're dead to me! You're dead to me!
You're dead to me!
You're dead to me.
Feel better?
Sure.
But we'd feel even better if you told Michaela the truth.
Asher, stop.
- What? - What?
The truth about what?
Somebody talk!
Annalise knew your birth father.
If that's true, I'm gonna kill you.
Even though the journey in this life has ended,
we will keep our hearts with our beloved...
not with sadness,
but with celebration of eternal life.
For it pleased God to take our dearly departed.
May the Lord bless her and keep her,
the Lord shine upon her and be gracious to her.
We ask you, o Lord,
to lift up our dearly departed Annalise
and give her peace.
Amen.
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