How to Get Away with Murder

Previously on "How to get away with Murder"...

The search continues for Lila Stangard.

What happened?

They found her in one of those water tanks.

Afraid you'll kiss me again if we get too close?

"Never happening again."

That guy, he was just sex.

Oliver. I said leave!

You get Rebecca back.

Are you in love with her?

I need you to do something else for me.

Whatever you need.

Surveillance coverage of O'Reilly for the last 48 hours.

Go tell Rebecca it's safe to come home.

I don't think you should go to jail

for something you didn't do.

No one's ever believed in me like this before.

Come in.

You're safe now.

You're safe.

He's dead. He's dead.

We have to go.

There.

Good enough until we get you out of here.

Wes! Hurry the hell up!

Come on.

What?

Thank you.

It's gonna be fine.

Griffin called me around midnight,

asked if I had anything I could sell him.

So I went to the Frat House

and sold him some coke and molly.

He invited me to hang out,

so we started drinking, doing some lines.

Griffin said he had some pot,

so we went up to his room to smoke a bowl.

Next thing I know, we're kissing.

Um...

We had just started, when Lila came in.

Apparently, I texted her, which I have no memory of.

I just remember Lila yelling, hitting me.

Griffin pulled her off.

I tried to find her to explain what happened and apologize,

but I couldn't, until I got to the roof.

Then I strangled her and stuffed her in a water tank.

My gosh. You guys are so gullible.

Rebecca, take this prep seriously or go to jail.

Isn't it kind of your job to make sure that doesn't happen?

You slut, white-trash killer.

You made Griffin strangle that girl on the roof.

You liked watching her die

because that's the piece of garbage you are!

That's what everyone in the world is gonna say about you.

You don't care, neither do I.

I'm not the one that's gonna be beaten, raped, and violated in jail.

That's on you.

So, what happened the night of Friday, August the 29th?

Start from the beginning.

Maybe... maybe we should take a break.

Five minutes, and then we'll start again.

And Romeo saves Juliet again.

It's kind of sweet.

It's inappropriate and unprofessional and crazy.

They got to be doing the nasty by now, right?

Although, I-I can't picture the puppy that way.

Why would you want to?

I picture everyone having sex.

How's it going with Aiden, by the way?

You two break up yet?

Unh!

Look at me like that again, and I'll file a sexual-harassment suit.

Turn on the news.

What is it?

Sex is out of the bag.

A witness has revealed new evidence

that Rebecca Sutter and Griffin O'Reilly

had sexual intercourse

the night that Lila Stangard was murdered.

There have been rumors of a relationship

between the two codefendants before,

but now an anonymous source is claiming it was miss Sutter

who initiated the physical relationship,

as Mr. O'Reilly had taken a vow of virginity.

Call the judge and get a hearing for a gag order.

Proof of a sexual relationship between the two codefendants

certainly gives more weight to the prosecution's theory

that it was miss Sutter

who manipulated Mr. O'Reilly into killing his girlfriend.

You still feel like making jokes now?

...like the story of a young love triangle

gone tragically awry.

The prosecution has leaked gossip to the press

in order to slut-shame my client

- and poison the jury pool. - That is an offensive accusation.

I move for an immediate gag order. Ms. Keating is speculating, Your Honor.

She can make all the wild allegations she wants.

Slutter cleans up pretty nice.

- My office had nothing to do with this leak. - Really?

"O'Reilly and Sutter had sexual intercourse

"while high on cocaine, marijuana,

and methamphetamines,"

And that's a direct quote

from the detective's statement in discovery.

Which doesn't prove that my office was behind it.

It could have just as easily

been Mr. O'Reilly and his counsel.

Right, because releasing information

that paints my client... a devout, born-again Christian...

As a drug-taking, sex-crazed jock serves our case how?

It doesn't matter who leaked it.

Everyone knows that it's the woman

who gets vilified in these scenarios.

I mean, look at these articles.

It's my client's face smeared across the front page,

not Mr. O'Reilly's.

And that is my fault how?

I don't have editorial control over the papers.

Enough grandstanding.

However this information got out...

And this court will be investigating just that...

The public's appetite for this case

could result in undue bias for the codefendants.

Therefore, I'm granting the gag order.

And from here on out,

none of you or your clients speak to the press.

- Thank you, Your Honor. - Thank you, Your Honor.

- Next case, Bailiff. - Actually, Your Honor,

there is one other motion I'd like to submit.

It's time-sensitive.

This is a hearing for a gag order, Your Honor.

We're all here already. Go ahead, Mr. Keegan.

My team's forensic expert reviewed the autopsy photos

and discovered Lilaseveral overlooked red marks

on the side of miss Stangard's neck.

He'll testify that these marks are fingernail puncture

wounds left by the murderer.

Since my client is a quarterback

and keeps his nails clipped short,

he did not leave those marks.

What is the motion, Your Honor?

Or is Mr. Keegan here to just testify?

We move to exhume miss Stangard's body.

We believe a second autopsy will point to Rebecca Sutter

as the sole murderer.

- Your Honor, hasn't the victim's family - Mr. Keegan is making outlandish remarks

- suffered enough already? - In order to fuel vitriol about my client!

The two of you will have plenty of time

to righteously object at the hearing tomorrow morning.

We are adjourned.

So, they just dig up her body?

Won't she have turned to jelly by now?

They embalm corpses. The formaldehyde slows bacterial decay.

I find it sexy/creepy you know stuff like that.

Hey. Connor.

Hey...

You don't remember my name.

No, I totally do.

Wow. And I thought I was a slut.

Really? You've gotten naked

with so many boys since hacker broke your heart,

you can't even remember their names?

The important thing is, they remember mine.

- Play on, player. - I don't know what you're talking about.

Hey, you planted that phone in my car.

Okay, like I'd know how to do that.

You guys, this is not... You can't even believe what you're saying.

I'm laughing at how dumb you are.

You already confessed to killing her.

How dumb are you to think that you're gonna get away with this?

No! Whoa, whoa.

That's the trailer trash I remember.

Is our... is our codefendant harassing you?

Because I would hate to have to file assault charges

against miss Sutter, too.

He instigated it.

Well, that's not the way the law works, young man.

I teach my students the law, Mr. Keegan... no one else.

And from where I was standing,

my client was defending herself against Mr. O'Reilly,

and I have witnesses here who could testify to that.

Well, let's save the fun for the courtroom, shall we?

Stay civilized, young lady.

Rebecca, let's go.

She's a terrorist.

Honestly. It...

It makes me grateful for the miscarriages.

Annie.

I'm serious.

Imagine having a child like that.

Asking for that second autopsy was a brilliant move,

and I'd have done it myself if I didn't think

that they'd find evidence against my client,

which... let's face it... They probably will.

Relax.

Stop.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

You are working so hard.

Let somebody do something for you.

I said stop.