How to Get Away with Murder

Previously on "How to Get Away with Murder"...

No!

My mother has dementia.

I'll tell them you didn't burn down the house.

I did.

She has episodes.

Connor, marry me. I mean it.

There's the heartbeat.

How much time do I have?

24 weeks.

We have to give Denver another suspect.

- Who is it? - Wes?

It's the only way, Laurel.

I'm not gonna let you do that.

Wes killed my husband.

He confessed to it on the voicemail he left that night.

You can't go down for what I did.

This points to Gibbins being behind both the murders.

I can't continue to prosecute her

now that Mr. Lahey's brought me this voicemail.

Hey, the guy who killed Wes is outside,

and we have a chance to finally confront him!

- Laurel! - Dominick?

It's me.

Tell me he's dead.

Yeah.

I lost someone.

He felt like my son because he was my son.

And he's gone.

To Michaela, Connor, Laurel, Asher.

I booked a table at Haywood at 8:00 tomorrow night.

I need you all there.

Please come.

Do I need to take your phone away?

Or is ignoring your father just a part of the campus tour?

Sorry. Are you hungry?

There's a really good café down the street.

I'd rather see your apartment.

It's a mess.

I had the jet stop over to visit you.

I get to see where you live.

No, not when I'm still mad at you.

Aw, what'd I do now?

You lied to me.

You're still lying.

How?

When I bumped into Dominick in New York,

he said he was there for work.

Because you weren't calling me back, again.

I knew Dominick would convince you to see me.

Is that the only reason why?

- Yes. - Mmhmm.

What other reason would there be?

What is it?

M'ija.

There's a reason why I wasn't calling you back.

I found out I was pregnant.

Okay. That's...

Is it Frank's?

Laurel, this is a huge thing you're telling me.

It was a huge thing.

I had an abortion.

Please don't tell Mom.

She's gonna get all Catholic on me,

and I can't take any more drama right now.

I won't say anything. How are you?

Look at me.

Are you okay?

Because that's all that matters.

M'ija.

Yeah, I'm fine.

- Come here. - Can we go eat now?

My apartment is really... It's not that interesting.

Fine. But we need a picture.

Excuse me, miss, could I bother you?

I, um, I'd love a photo with my lovely daughter here.

Cheese.

Thank you.

I'm meeting a group for dinner.

The reservation's under Annalise Keating.

Follow me.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

My Uber driver put in the wrong address.

What's this?

She won't tell us.

I'll tell you, but we should order first.

Sit.

You're judging me.

I'll buy you one so I'm not the only degenerate on the plane.

I'm good.

Probably for the best.

I wouldn't want to corrupt you.

Any good gossip?

Sorry, I talk a lot.

I just know I'd kick myself later if I didn't at least try.

Desmond.

Bonnie.

I had a Great Aunt Bonnie.

Know what her last words to me were?

"Shut your trap, Desmond."

Too bad for you I still haven't learned my lesson.

No, you haven't.

Not one bit.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have just begun

our final descent into Memphis.

At this time, we kindly request

you return your seats and tray tables

to their upright position.

Oh, right on time!

I guess TSA wasn't screening for ex-cons.

Kiss my ass.

What, are we selling liquor from the back of the house now?

That's his idea of a solution.

Anna Mae, Anna Mae.

Oh, Mama.

Girl, you used to have a shelf booty.

Can't put nothing on that now.

Let's eat.

You could always use the money to buy a new house.

Thelonius has that construction experience.

I bet he'd help.

Thelonius is in Atlanta thinking he's gonna invent an app.

How much money is the insurance company giving you anyway?

It's enough.

Well, are we talking Oprah money or Gayle money?

Don't answer that.

Otherwise the whole town will be rushing over here

with their hands out.

Well, you'll be the first one in line.

Well, whatever you do, I hope you use some of it

to get yourself a proper office.

Actually, Mama...

And hire Nathaniel too.

Wouldn't hurt to have a pretty secretary.

Mama...

Mama, listen.

What's wrong?

There's a Memory Care Center in Harbor Town, Mama.

And now that I have some extra money,

we thought that we could...

take a look.

Is this really necessary?

Your mother and I are getting along real good here.

According to who?

She wandered over to Miss Francine's house

in the middle of the night.

She could've gotten shot.

I took care of that.

You put a bell on the door.

Now, Mama, I'm not saying that you have to go.

Just that we should visit while I'm here.

Stop it.

How dare you?

Getting me all excited because I think you've come to see me.

This was my idea as much as Anna Mae's, Mama.

Now that we're back in each other's lives...

...you think I'm gonna be a burden to you, is that it?

You'd rather pick out my tombstone.

This is for your safety, Mama.

The hell do you know about safety?

Hmm?

You've got people dying all around you every day!

And you're gonna tell me how to live?

If that's your idea of Mama love,

I don't need it.

Don't come back here no more.

Mama, please open the door.

I made some cobbler from the pears you left in the kitchen.

I can't promise there'll be anything left in the morning.

- Hi. - How's it going?

Terrible.

Did the Bar postpone my hearing?

No. It's about the insurance money.

- They're freezing the payment. - Why?

Hannah Keating is contesting your ownership of the house,

claiming the insurance money should go to her.

I'll file a Petition for Declaratory Judgment

to get the funds released,

but it's going to take a few months.

Anna Mae?

I'll call you back.

You feel like a little nightcap on the porch?

I'm tired.

Well, you know where to find me.

Where are you headed?

Celestine's.

Bonnie.

I'm still a little stunned you called.

Yeah, me too.

Well, I got us a couple of spots at the bar.

They're known for their martinis.

I'm not here to drink.

- Come dance with the bride! - No.

She has to dance with a guy in a red shirt.

You're in a red shirt.

First of all, this is a gay bar, not a zoo attraction.

Harvey Milk didn't die

so that you could suck face with strippers.

Who died?

Uh, wwhy don't you go buy us some drinks