Previously on "How To Get Away With Murder"...
Antares going public is the reason my father killed Wes.
So no more wavering. We have to get those files
and leak them before they go public.
I need you to plan an office party for Friday.
I'll give a speech,
and let those man-children know this boss-bitch don't play.
We have to use Tegan's card to get into the server room.
- I said no! - We just say someone else stole it.
- Who? - Simon.
You got hit by a random virus. It's not your fault.
This could get me deported.
What?
You went to him for therapy, didn't you?
Please. Don't tell Annalise.
Am I triggering you?
Who told you that? Tell me.
Was it Bonnie?
It's your ex-wife.
I am so happy.
And I don't want to wait anymore.
Marry me.
I'm sorry. I've been lying to you.
- What? - We know who killed Wes.
Tell me where the baby is!
Start CPR!
Hey, we're not supposed to be using our phones.
The party.
Th-The party part.
Why?
What?
Pardon me. Sorry.
Sorry, look out, sorry.
On your left. Sor...
Oliver!
I found her. This is my wife, Mariah.
Oh, Laz has told me so much about you...
So sorry... bathroom emergency!
Nothing's wrong yet, so don't worry.
They're gonna be mad.
They're always mad, so...
It'll be fine.
We've got a problem.
Annalise knows everything.
What's wrong?
What's on your face?
- Oh, my God. - Oliver.
Oh, my God!
- Please don't blame Laurel. - Of course I blame her.
It was my decision to keep this from you.
Yeah, because she bullied you.
No, that's not true!
Please, just...
Think twice before you say anything you'll regret.
- Give me the ring back. - What?
I offered it to you when I thought we were in a good place.
No longer applies.
Laurel, open up!
Connor, just let us explain.
You told them we were coming?
What are you gonna do?
You gonna tie me up like we did Rebecca?
Let's hope it doesn't get to that.
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This is a dump.
- I have to tell you something. - Go home.
It involves Isaac.
I know, Bonnie.
What is it about me getting better that you can't handle?
Are you afraid that I'll finally stop needing you? Is that it?
All I want is for you to stop needing me.
Then stay the hell away from my patients!
It was a moment of weakness.
I was hurt, and I wanted you to hurt.
Did it work?
Are you happier now that you've thrown yourself
at another man in my life?
Did you even think about Annalise?
About how this could jeopardize my patient's sobriety?!
What about your sobriety?
You know, I haven't thought about using until this moment.
It wasn't about Annalise
or thinking about what happened with Stella
that brought me low.
But you, doing this...
I'm doing everything in my power to keep you alive.
It was me.
I told the Attorney General to put Isaac on the stand.
Oh, stop.
It's what got your case certified.
I did that for you...
I said stop!
I can't do this anymore.
I can't keep forgiving you
for all the horrible, sick things that you do.
And the only reason I did it before
was because I knew you'd survived hell,
like me, but no more.
It's not that I'm like you.
It's that I love you.
Are you still in love with me, is that it?
You and I have both moved on, Isaac.
There is not a part of me that doesn't understand that.
You saw me in an intimate relationship
with a powerful, attractive woman,
and you couldn't handle it.
Do not insult me!
The fact that you're the one bringing up
how close you got to Annalise
speaks way more about you than it does about me.
Isaac helped me see it, that all of this,
every insane thing that we do to each other,
it's a form of love.
Stop saying that word, Bonnie!
This is me knowing what I want.
And I know that I love you and that I need you,
and maybe you can love me, too, and that's okay.
It's all okay.
Get in the elevator and don't come back.
You're gonna need me again.
I'm scared of you.
Get out before I call 911.
Of course I'm telling Annalise.
Annalise is in a good place.
Distracting her with this is no way
to protect the person who's saved your ass
time and time again.
I'm trying to protect all of you.
That's not your responsibility.
Apparently it is when you can't see
that you're putting your unborn child's life at risk.
- Laurel's not even going to the party. - Well, what about Simon?
Wes's mother was an immigrant.
You really think he'd be okay with you now framing one?
Actually, this could help him get his visa.
What?
Technically, we're framing him as a whistleblower,
which could help him get his S-5 visa.
He'd just need to make a deal with the Attorney General.
You have no idea what you're talking about right now!
All right, let's just breathe.
You're pissed off, understandably.
Yeah, and you're the person that I'm the most pissed off at
in this room right now!
This is why Annalise hates you.
You never grow up, you never learn.
All you are is this little boy
that'll do anything to make Mommy happy.
The only difference now is Mommy's Laurel
instead of Annalise!
- Oh, my God! Get off! - What are you doing?!
- Let go! - Oh, my God!
- Get off! - Let go! Get off him!
Frank, let go!
- Oh, my God! - Let go of him!
My God.
I am sorry that we didn't tell you, Connor.
I just want us all to be safe.
Why is that so hard to understand?
None of us are safe, Connor!
Do you not remember what Wes' body looked like
in that basement when you cracked his ribs
when you were trying to give him CPR?!
Yeah, my father did that to him!
And then you lied to us for all these months.
You told me you hated yourself so much
that you would want to do anything to make it up to me.
Well, now's your chance.
You don't have to help.
You just have to do nothing.
Please...
Who is it?
Annalise.
I left her a message on the way here.
- Give me the phone. - Don't do it, Walshy.
- Just think about what you're doing. - Please do not pick up.
Hey.
What do you need?
I can hear you breathing, Connor.
Sorry, uh...
Do you need me to do any work on the class-action this weekend?
No, let's take the weekend off.
We deserve it.
I mean it.
No calls or texts unless it's a disaster.
Okay.
- Thank you so much. - Don't.
The minute something goes wrong,
I'm calling her.
Nothing's gonna go wrong.
Well, I'll know if it does
because I'm gonna go to the party now.
Connor...
No, no, no, Asher's Michaela's plus one,
and I'm gonna be his.
I'm serious.
If anything feels off,
I'm pulling the plug.
Those pours are weak.
We want people drunk.
Fill them to the brim.
T-Bird, incoming.
Look who brought a plus one.
He bullied me into bringing him.
Only so I could properly celebrate the woman of the hour.
I hear this deal was all you.
You've trained him well.
And your girlfriend's an all-star
for pulling this off last-minute.
I know. Is there anything she can't do?
Now I just need to get this speech over with
so I can ditch these nerves and actually have some fun.
I can hold your clutch while you mingle.
This is a McQueen.
Only I hold it.
Oh, really? It kind of clashes with the dress a little.
- Excuse me? - He's kidding!
Totally!
I'm a jerk like that sometimes.
All right, time to let the board kiss my ass for once.
Excuse me.
Donald.
- Obvious much? - It's not like your plan worked.
She didn't get it.
Good, let's call this whole thing off.
- Connor, please. - Are you about to scold me?
Because the guy who's been lying for weeks
doesn't get to complain right now.
- You lied to me, too. - How so?
Your dad said we weren't right for each other,
and you never told me.
I was protecting your feelings.
I was doing the exact same thing for you.
- Oliver's right. - What?
Whatever you two are fighting about,
I side with Oliver.
Uh, okay, we weren't fighting.
Where's your date, Simon?
Your mom was busy.
Hey, what's it feel like to be around so many successful people
knowing that you'll never be one of them?
Trust me, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes right now.
Okay, this is a work function,
so why don't we try acting like adults.
Adults have jobs.
So much for empathizing with the DACA kid.
I'm not the bad guy here tonight.
Isaac helped me see it, that all of this,
every insane thing that we do to each other,
it's a form of love.
You lost a child.
That pain alone is enough to level a parent.
You can't see that you're endangering
your unborn child's life!
You are putting everyone's life in danger...
your baby, Oliver, Michaela.
I think Isaac is using again.
And I'm triggering it. That's what you're saying.
You two were a perfect storm.
- Well, Wes is already dead! - And whose fault is that?!
We're supposed to be getting our lives back together.
You can survive this.
I'm afraid Isaac won't.
I just want us all to be safe.
Why is that so hard to understand?
Finally.
Hello?
What are you talking about?
You're gonna have a relapse, Annalise.
If you walk out of here, you're gonna drink.
Hey.
I could really use one of our AA meetings.
I-I don't know what to say.
There is no apology to make up for putting you in this situation.
Jacqueline put me in this situation.
We both did.
And... And that has, uh...
I understand if you want to report me.
I'm not telling them.
And you don't need to make that decision right now.
You would lose your license.
And if anyone understands how terrifying that would be,
it's me.
And before you thank me, know I'm being selfish.
I want to keep seeing you.
Hey, Oli.
Hey.
Everything okay?
Yeah. Just, um...
Look, I wanted to apologize for being a jerk about Connor.
Oh, it's... it's... it's fine.
No, it's not, because...
if I'm being honest, I don't even really hate the guy.
It's just that I'm jealous.
What?
He's a privileged, boarding-school gay who has everything,
including things he doesn't deserve.
Like you.
Ha-Have you been drinking?
I'm finally telling you how I really feel.
Please don't think it's because I'm drunk.
So, you're gay?
I don't know.
Maybe.
All I know is that I really like you, Oliver.
We can't do this.
'Cause he's a closet case?
'Cause he's a closet case, DACA kid
who's clearly in need right now.
There's the guy I fell in love with.
Maybe Oli's right. I mean, how can we claim
not to be terrible people
when we're thinking about doing something like this?
Okay. Do none of you remember that Simon is the one
who put up killer posters of Annalise all over campus
and that he has consistently emotionally
and verbally taunted all of us, including me,
every single day at this office?
Coming from a place of insecurity.
We're all insecure.
And we're not quitting.
So if you just came here to talk us out of this,
then you can leave.
- Who's leaving? - What are you doing here?
- You're not supposed to be here. - Here we go.
I had a feeling you all might try to bail.
No one's bailing.
Good.
'Cause Wes never bailed on us.
Can't be your therapist, Annalise.
Why not?
Is it what I said about Sam,
about not wanting that to happen again?
- Annalise... - I was lying.
I just said that so you'd let me go.
It's not just that.
So what Jacqueline said was right...
- I trigger you. - No.
Your daughter killed herself,
so you're afraid of losing a patient the same way.
No, the fact that you know any of this is exactly the reason
- why we can't see each other. - I disagree.
Well, you need to trust my medical opinion here.
Well, then who else is gonna be able to help me?
Tell me! Who?!
I'm a drunk.
You're an addict.
We've both lost people that we love.
Please...
I need help.
And coming here, you...
You help me.
Sorry.
Ugh!
I told you not to call me.
Unless it was a disaster.
And this is.
Are you alone?
What is it?
Laurel's father killed Wes,
and everyone's at Caplan & Gold
trying to bankrupt his company.
Refill?
I'm good.
Lightweight.
Frank's avoiding me.
Really?
Do you really think I'd be showing up here
if I had other friends I could be drinking with?
So I'm your sloppy seconds?
Basically.
And he doesn't know about Isaac.
I'd tell him...
but he'd just make fun of me.
You told Annalise.
That's what matters.
You mean, you told her.
What?
Please don't lie to me right now.
Okay.
One, I promise you,
I didn't say a word to Annalise about this.
And, two...
don't accuse the one friend you have right now of lying.
Not cool.
Nate?
How did you get over her?
I'll tell you when I do.
I'm gonna order us pizza.
I don't want you throwing up on my couch.
We broke out the good champagne tonight
to celebrate Antares officially going public.
And there's truly no one else in this firm...
- Can I be honest? - Always.
No male partner would ever give a speech
holding their purse.
...the woman I'm about to introduce.
She has shepherded the Antares IPO from the beginning.
Without further ado,
- the woman of the hour... - Lose it, and I'm coming after you.
...Tegan Price.
Thank you all for coming,
and thank you, Donald, for that introduction.
Tegan's speech is all over in five minutes. Be back before then,
or she'll notice her card is missing.
We better get in sync, then.
...on what will prove to be...
Bye bye bye
Where's Connor?
Who cares? Give it here.
We have 4 minutes and 18 seconds.
The hell, Oliver? You said this would work.
Okay, first, slow your roll.
Then slow your swipe.
Make me proud, O-town.
You know, when I first started at C&G,
I thought, "I am so lucky
to work at one of the top law firms in the world."
But it didn't take me long to realize
that it's our clients who are lucky.
All right.
Time to get my nerd on.
Come at me, firewall.
Because they get to work
with amazing people like you. Thank you.
What are you so worried about?
Excuse me?
You're doing that fake-ass smile you plaster on
when you're nervous.
- I don't do that. - Yeah, you do.
You do it when you get called on in class,
you do it when you're taking exams...
Or when I want to cut a bitch but can't
'cause I'm at a work function.
Thank you.
Never has Caplan & Gold been a part
of such a massive public offering...
- Oh, no. - What?
Antares' files are split up over multiple servers.
I can't tell which files are on which.
- We have to download them all. - Yeah, I know,
or else we might not download the files
that show illegal activity, if there actually are any.
- There are. - So you keep saying.
Can we focus? What do you need?
You're gonna have to plug the hard drive
in and out of each server as we go.
Good thing I came after all.
Antares never could've expanded so quickly...
Come on, come on...
without our excellent international law department,
headed by fellow boss-bitch Aria Wilson.
Thank you so much, Aria.
Screw this.
So, tonight, we celebrate Aria,
and we celebrate each and every one of you.
Got it. Finished. Let's go.
- Well? - We're good.
Give this back to Michaela.
- No. - What?
- Why not? - We need to plant it on Simon.
That's not the plan.
Yeah, well, it's better than the plan
now that Simon's all daydreaming about having an Oli-gasm.
You need to pretend to kiss him and put it in his pocket.
Okay, no.
Asher's right.
Go, Oli!
You need to get out of here.
- Which way? - Here.
It's Annalise.
And thanks to our bomb navigation of privacy laws...
Yeah, I'm looking at you, Judson...
we've made ourselves indispensable.
So when they cash in on Monday, so do we.
Lazlo, have you seen Simon?
No. But hold on... I want you to meet my wife.
Wait. She was just here.
Hey, we're not supposed to be using our phones.
I don't care.
Where the hell are you?
The party.
Yeah, no, I know. Which part?
The party part.
Why?
I just told Annalise.
What?
I'll help you however you want.
I need you to trust me again, Laurel.
I have to go.
Annalise, we need to finish this conversation.
Fine, it's finished.
On your left. Sor...
Oliver!
I found her. This is my wife, Mariah.
Oh, Laz has told me so much about you.
So sorry... bathroom emergency.
Nothing's wrong yet, so don't worry.
They're gonna be mad.
They're always mad, so...
It'll be fine.
We've got a problem.
Annalise knows everything.
What's wrong?
What's on your face?
- Oh, my God. - Oliver.
Oh, my God!
Pretend to kiss him, put it in his pocket.
Okay, no.
Asher's right.
Go, Oli!
- You need to get out of here. - Which way?
Here.
It's Annalise.
- Answer it. - Do not answer!
What the hell is taking so long?
Server complications, but we got it.
Thank God. Okay, where's Oliver?
He's planting the key card on Simon.
- W-Why? - Simon loves him!
You don't change a plan in the middle!
- Michaela, it's fine. - No, it's not fine.
What is Oliver planting on me?
A big smooch on your lips, 'cause you're gay!
No, you said key card.
Does this have something to do with the party?
Hey, somebody better start talking right now
before I go tell Tegan.
I'll pay you to keep quiet.
How much do you want?
$50,000?
$100,000?
Just name your price, Simon.
Tell me what's in that bag first.
- No. - Okay. Well, then, let me look.
Oh, my God.
What is your problem? She's pregnant.
Simon, no! Give it back!
- Why do you have that? - What the hell?!
You brought a gun into a workplace?! Are you insane?!
Simon, just hear me out...
- Hey, back the hell away from me! - Hey!
You are pointing a gun at pregnant lady!
I'm not gonna shoot anybody.
So please just put it down, okay?
- Okay, well... - Please, just... just...
Stop coming at me...
Aah!
- Asher, no! - What are you doing?
We can't just leave Laurel's gun here.
- No, it's not registered to me! - It's a murder weapon!
- He shot himself! - No one's gonna believe that!
- It's the truth! - Put it back! Put it back!
Put it...
The elevator.
Oh.
We have a problem. Annalise knows everything.
What's wrong?
What's on your face?
Oh, my God!
One more sound, and my father's gonna kill us all.
Okay?
Okay.
You've reached Oliver Hampton. Leave a message.
Oli, where are you?
Call me back.
...so we deserve to party just as hard as they do.
So let's get to it!
Drink! Dance!
Shake what your mama gave you.
Somebody call 911!
Wait! Not yet!
- He's dying! - He's already dead.
Okay. You have to leave.
What? If your Dad knows you were here, he'll figure everything out,
so you have to get in a taxi and pay in cash
and take that hard drive back to your apartment.
- But... - Go! I've got this, Laurel!
Just go.
Wait, wait!
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.
Okay, okay.
Uh...
Oliver, give me the key card.
I've never seen a dead body before.
- Key card! - It's in my pocket.
Okay.
Okay. The gun.
- Careful. - I know.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Quit micromanaging me! I'm trying to save your ass!
I'm not micromanaging. It was here.
- Are you sure? - Yes!
Okay.
Now call 911.
- Hello? - How could you be so stupid?
- What? - Connor told me everything.
Okay, just listen.
You don't want your name in this.
I was trying to protect you.
So you put another pregnant woman in danger?
You... You haven't learned anything?
I wouldn't do that.
- Laurel's at home. - No, she's not.
What?
Connor said she showed up, so I don't care what you have to do,
just get them out of there before they do anything stupid.
Help!
Sir, who's the victim?
It's my friend, Simon Drake.
He shot himself in the head.
Please hurry.
Excuse me.
Simon's dead.
Go to Laurel's before the police come.
Michaela. What happened?
He had a gun. I don't... I don't know.
I don't know why. Why? Why would he...?
Deep breaths. Stay with me.
Look at me. No, look at me.
Look at me.
- I'm not gonna shoot. - Just put it down, okay?
Aah!
Oh, my God!
- Okay. You have to leave. - What?
If your Dad knows you were here, he'll figure everything out,
so you have to get in a taxi and pay in cash
and take that hard drive back to your apartment.
- But... - Go! I've got this, Laurel!
Just go.
Wait, wait!
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. Okay, okay, okay. Okay, okay. Okay.
Now go.
Where we going?
6712 Hamilton Street.
I need you to leave that party right now
and come to my hotel. Easton, room 1106.
I'll help you however you want.
I need you to trust me again, Laurel.
Turn around. Take me to the Easton Hotel.
Oh, my God! Let go!
Oh, my God!
What?
Aah! Aah!
Oh, no.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Oh, my God.
Help!
Somebody, please!
Help me.
Help.
Help me.
Help me. Help me.
Help me.
Somebody, please help me.
Aah! Aah!
Aaah!
It's Laurel. Leave a message, but I'll probably never listen.
Where the hell are you? I swear to God, Laurel...
Call me back!
Laurel?
Laurel, I called the police. They're on their way.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Laurel.
Oh, my God.
Laurel. Wake up!
Laurel! Wake up!
Laurel, wake up!
- Is the baby breathing? - I can't reach him!
- Where's the damn paramedics?! - They're on their way.
- I'm going to help you... - What's taking them so long?!
Ma'am, you need to get to the baby.
- I told you, I can't reach him! - Keep trying.
I need you to start compressions as soon as possible.
GSW to the head.
Depressed skull fracture. It's a through and through.
Prepare for an emergency crany.
Sir? Detective Fisher.
I understand you witnessed what happened here.
I got him.
911 Operator: The EMTs are less than five minutes away.
- Keep trying. - I got him.
Good. I'm gonna need you to clamp the umbilical cord.
Find something to tie it off.
A shoestring, a rubber band...
- Do you see anything nearby? - I have a phone charger!
Perfect. That's gonna work. You're doing great.
- Hurry, tell me what to do. - The paramedics are very close.
Hand me the clamp.
Dr. Nelson: Intracranial pressure is elevated.
- BP is dropping. - Heart rate?
He's bradying down.
Push the epi!
- I cut the cord. - Good.
- Now bring the baby to you. - He's not breathing!
I'm going to walk you through CPR.
You can do this. I'm right here to help.
I'm waiting to talk to the detective.
Laurel's not here.
What do you mean? Where is she?
I don't know. That's why I'm calling you.
Why isn't she here, Michaela?
He came early. She wasn't supposed to have him yet.
She's only at 7 months.
That's okay. The ambulance is almost there.
Can you get the baby through the gate?
Talk to me as you go.
Ma'am?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
What?
They're arresting Asher.
See? I told all of you that this was going to happen.
I mean, when are we gonna finally learn
our freakin' lesson?
We can't keep expecting to get away with these things!
Why are you doing this?
Simon's dead. Laurel's probably dead.
She probably drove off a bridge with the driver.
All of this was for nothing.
We'll go to jail, like we all should...
Ma'am, how are you doing?
Just keep talking to me.
- Okay. - I'm here to help you.
All right. I got him.
Great.
- I got him! - You're doing so well.
And I just got word the paramedics should be arriving any minute.
Okay.
Okay. What do I do now?
You're gonna perform CPR. I'll talk you through it.
First, place the baby gently...
O2 stats are dropping!
- He's in V-fib! - Start CPR!
Push straight down
about half an inch with each compression.
I'm afraid I'm gonna hurt him.
Start gently. You'll know how much pressure.
Talk me through where you are.
Okay. It's not working.
Just keep going. The goal is about 120...
- No, it's not working! - ...to 140 compressions per minute.
Okay. I don't know what you're talking about.
That's okay. I'll count it out with you, all right?
Ready? Let's go...
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8...
Clear.
Do it again?
The EMTs are less than two minutes away.
Just keep going till they get there. You've got this.
I'm going to stay on the phone with you
until the paramedics arrive.
- Live. Live. - Are you still with me, ma'am?
Tell me what you need. Is everything okay?
Live.
- Ma'am? - Live.
I'm here with you. Just breathe and stay focused.
Live.
- You're not alone. Ma'am? - Live.
Are you still there?
Ma'am?
Live.
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