How to Get Away with Murder

Previously on "How To Get Away With Murder"...

- Why did she call? - I don't know. I deleted the voicemail.

Hello?

You've never been totally honest with me.

'Cause this is bigger than me.

Maybe it's because you're afraid

that I'll really know who you are

and not like him.

I just want to fix this.

You gonna erase it all? Take everything away?

- This isn't what she wants. - This is exactly what I want.

Don't, Frank!

- Do it! Pull it! - Please don't! Don't!

- Do it for me! - Please don't!

Welcome to your midterm exam.

Before each of you is a case file

for your client...

Ted Bundy.

It's 1989, and he's weeks away from the electric chair

for the violent murder of 30 young women.

You'll each get one minute to convince me,

the Chief Justice of the Florida Supreme Court,

to overturn his death sentence.

Does Mr. Bundy,

an infamous serial killer, rapist, and necrophile,

deserve to live?

You better convince me he does,

otherwise this sociopath dies on your watch.

Sam was wrong about you, Frank.

- She doesn't mean any of this... - You're a sociopath.

That's all you'll ever be... sick and depraved.

It's time for you to go.

Ms. Castillo?

You gave me the Automatic "A."

That doesn't mean you're excused.

Come on. Tell me why Mr. Bundy's life is worth saving.

You know who you are deep down inside.

That's why you bought that gun, right?

So you could do something good for once.

This is your chance.

Mr. Bundy suffers from mental-health issues.

And mental-health issues are often caused

by chemical imbalances in the brain.

Look at me, Frank. Only me.

This only makes it worse for her.

I can handle it.

She's saying this because she's hurt.

We can't let emotions blind us to the fact

that the death penalty is ineffective as a deterrent.

Current estimates state that one out of every 25 inmates

on death row is innocent.

If you do this, you're making her a killer.

It's what she wants.

- It's not. - It is.

She knows this was Sam.

Sam didn't kill anyone. It was you!

Do any of us want to live in a society

that doesn't allow second chances? No.

Let us dedicate our energy to caring for this man

instead of killing him.

- I need you here, Frank. - She's playing you!

No, you were there.

That night meant everything to me.

You deserve better than me.

My client's charming and charismatic on the outside.

But inside he's a ball of repressed pain.

I'll die if you do this. So please don't.

Don't.

You know me.

More than anyone.

So if I lose you...

Live for me. Please?

You love me, right?

You might not be able to say it...

but you love me.

You love me.

You love me.

You love me.

I'm so sorry.

You should've done it.

How'd you pull all that science psychobabble out of your ass?

I'm smart.

Or you grew up in a psych ward.

That too.

My mother.

Here we are. Your grades.

For the first time in the history of my teaching career...

you all passed.

Hell, yeah! Unh! Hit me, people!

Except you.

Here's some champagne. You all earned it.

It's expensive, too.

You're not staying?

Yeah, come on, Professor Keating. Let's get wild.

You couldn't handle it.

Whoo!

96, bitches! Ha-ha!

Hey, Oli, give me my own bottle.

Everything okay?

Frank's gone.

What does that mean?

Just what I said.

Yeah. "Gone" can mean a lot of things.

Not that type of gone.

Meaning he won't bother us anymore. You have my word.

So, go.

Celebrate with Laurel, have a drink.

Have 10. One of us has to.

DJ Hamie-hampton on the turntables, baby, baby!

Ah, enough with the gay stereotypes.

I need a play...

Hey. S-Saw you got a 91 on the exam.

I was impressed actually.

I... You're gonna make a great lawyer someday.

You mean for someone so damaged?

I regret saying that.

Don't.

I'd rather be damaged than fake.

Oh, Simon, hit me.

Ah, don't you think maybe you've had enough to drink?

Do not try to monitor me like one of your little freshmen.

I just don't think

that now is the best time for getting crunk.

Oh. It's the perfect time.

Your mom's heading to your house right now.

She called your phone the other night, and I picked up.

You picked up a call from the mom she hates?

I tried to tell her it wasn't a good time 'cause of exams.

And then she said she'd send you exactly what you need,

and I thought it was gonna be flowers or a huggy bear or something.

So I gave her your address, but it turns out she was just sending herself!

Are you having a stroke?

You lost weight?

Gained.

Get some good-good last night?

I wish.

Well, whatever you're doing,

keep doing it, 'cause you are glowing.

Junk food is all I'm doing.

I had to trade in vodka for cake.

Had to?

Got in a little trouble.

I knew you had problems. Didn't know this was one of them.

That's why they call it functioning alcoholic.

Well, still, quittin' looks good on you.

'Cause when you look good, you feel good.

And when you feel good, you...

Oh, what'd I say?

It's not you. It's just...

It's too damn quiet in here.

Where's Yvonne's big mouth when you...

Sorry.

Don't.

You're getting clean. This is what happens.

The feelings you've been drowning in booze

starting to coming up all ugly and loud.

Which is why I'm now trying to bury them in food.

Well, come here instead.

You know, sit in my chair, let the snotty tears come.

I've seen worse.

If you're gonna fall off the wagon, give me a call.

I'll bring the coke, you bring the Henny.

Shut your mouth.

Where did he go?

I don't know.

Did you ask her?

- No. - Why not?

You're saying we're just supposed to believe her?

Or assume she killed him and we're all fine with that?

I kind of would be fine with that.

What?

He knows about us.

You told me he didn't.

I know. I just...

I didn't want you to freak out before you had to testify.

Wes!

Now, you know I love a black woman

who has her money on point, but I'm gonna need you

to stop bringing these $100 bills up in here.

Last time, I swear.

Oh, and good lookin' out on the referral.

Thought your friend's bourgie ass had stumbled

into the wrong place till she said you recommended me.

- My friend? - She seemed to know you pretty well.

Or want to know you.

To be honest, I got a little "single black female" vibe.

Pretty, brown-skinned, natural hair?

3c curly. Looks good on her actually.

We both know that I've been

unfairly aggressive in court,

and I'm just here to make amends.

It's part of my recovery.

All's fair in the courtroom.

You know, as two of the very few black women in our field,

I think we need to be lifting each other up.

And not sleeping with each other's man.

Excuse me?

- This is about Nate. - No.

You screwed him, and now I am.

That doesn't mean that we're required