How to Get Away with Murder

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.

Reporter: Police have just confirmed that Nathaniel Lahey Senior

was fatally shot this evening.

You paid those guards to kill him!

Annalise: 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.

Annalise: Laurel!

Minister: 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!

Britt: 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.

Sally: 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?

Asher: Yeah, it'll just make it worse.

Emmett.

Agent Lanford: 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.

Annalise: 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.

Britt: Okay, let's start with our cleansing ritual.

Turn to your partners.

Together: I see you, and I love you. I see you, and I love you.

I see you, and I love you. I see you, and I love you.

Britt: 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. Heather: 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.