How to Get Away with Murder

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

Stanford. I want you to come with me.

This is, uh, Connor Walsh.

I'm calling to say that I won't be attending.

- I killed Lila. - You did it for Sam.

She can't know.

Frank was just doing what he was told.

You want to change your life,

or are you happy just to stay Annalise Keating's bitch?

I'm sorry.

I did this to him. I did it.

Sam.

It was me. I did this.

She won't forgive herself. She can never know.

- It was Sam. - It was the both of them.

- Where is he? - Annalise.

He needs to go.

Hello? Frank?

- My father... he's dead. - He's very much alive,

and his name is Wallace Mahoney.

- I think I'm your son. - Why would you think that?

Annalise Keating...

A little respect, please!

I was just... asking for directions.

I don't live here. I was a little lost.

He just stepped out of the office, so I stopped him.

He seemed angry...

Because you interrupted a phone call he was on?

Yeah.

And the person on the other end, when we speak with them,

they'll verify you were just asking for directions?

'Course.

- Thanks for... - Quiet.

Not here.

Tell me exactly what he said.

- He was on the phone... - Not your father.

Frank.

Want to go finally meet your dad?

That's his office.

You sure?

He's your friggin' father. You have a right to meet him.

Yeah, but Annalise made me promise...

It was her idea.

She knows you, how nosy you are.

But... if you want to call her,

make sure she's down with this...

Don't.

You're just gonna say hi. That's all.

And I'm here for backup in case things get out of hand.

Tell me how we explain that to anyone.

No, the minute I show up, gossip starts, and then this...

What... What we've been doing,

that's all anyone is gonna talk about.

Hold on a second.

- Can I help you? - I think I'm your son.

Why would you think that?

Annalise Keating...

I would've run, but the driver was parked right there.

And I looked for Frank, but his car was gone.

I'm so sorry, Wes.

- For what? - Frank.

He did this for me.

You asked him to shoot my father?

- No. - Then how is this for you?

Listen to me, okay? Just listen.

Your father hurt me, too.

In the worst way.

I didn't know,

because Frank hid it from me for years.

Tonight was his way of making things right.

- How does this make anything right? - It doesn't.

He took me there on purpose, told me it was your idea.

Because he's using you against me.

And he knows that I can hurt him.

But I can't now, can I?

Not when he could go to the police with the truth...

That you're actually Wallace Mahoney's son.

Get out.

Your father's dead. Frank did that.

And neither of these men are...

Are worth losing ourselves over.

They're gone for good, and we need to let them go.

- Hey, stranger. - Hey.

When did you get back in town?

A week ago... When I texted you.

Right. Sorry.

I went with Maggie up to her parents' cabin.

There wasn't really reception.

You met Maggie's parents already?

No, it was just the two of us.

Nice!

- Yeah. - Yeah.

First day. Can't be late.

Homies, over here.

Mr. C8, Miss A8. It's your new seats.

I got here early to make sure we weren't sat next to some weenball.

He doesn't realize that's him.

Oh, please tell me I'm in the back somewhere.

I need to catch up on my sleep.

No... B4. But the good news is, I'm right behind you.

Well, of course you're all here.

Why wouldn't we be here?

Well, we've all seen the rankings.

You think there's any way you'd all be in this class

if Keating wasn't teaching it?

- Excuse me? - That's aggressive.

Sers, bro, you want to step to us like that

and class hasn't even begun yet?

Actually, I'm just trying to step to my seat.

Congratulations.

You've each been hand-chosen to take part

in my very first criminal law legal clinic.

In here, you're not just students,

but actual practicing lawyers,

responsible for your own cases and clients.

You finally get to be me.

_

Someone is clearly upset I didn't pick them for this class.

This clinic is pro bono.

We only represent people who can't afford their own lawyers.

You will each compete to become first chair.

Some of you will end up defending several clients,

while the lamer of you will never step foot

in front of a judge.

Now, who will that be?

Let's start.

Karim Assaf... A refugee from Iraq

who came here 10 years ago with his two children.

Cut to a year ago.

Karim is driving his two children to school.

The police stop him and find over 2 ounces of marijuana.

Karim pleads guilty to possession

with the intent to distribute and serves 12 months,

and now he faces additional legal trouble.

What could that be...

Ms. Leibowitz?

An intent to distribute would make him subject to deportation.

Well, Karim has a green card.

Shouldn't that allow him to stay in the U.S.?

- Mr. Montgomery. - Um, no.

The court doesn't look at deportation

as an additional form of punishment.

What Supreme Court decision is Mr. Montgomery referencing?

Uh, Ms. Pratt.

- I don't know. - Surprise, surprise.

Care to back up that smack talk, Mr. Drake?

The Supreme Court case Fong Yue Ting v. United States,

decided 1893.

Justice Horace Gray delivered the plurality opinion.

Show-off.

All right, tomorrow, each of you will get a chance

to present a defense that keeps Karim in this country.

Now, I'll pick two of you for first and second chair.

But be careful.

Winning means that you carry the fate of this entire family

in your hands.

And you wonder why people think I favor you?

Wait. You aren't at all concerned?

About what?

- The flier. - It's a piece of paper.

- That says "killer" on it. - I've been called worse.

Everything's fine. The police have moved on.

Nothing bad's happened all summer...

- Like that means anything. - It means we're safe.

And you want to know why? We're good people now.

Say it to yourself until you believe it.

Ray Fonseca fired his lawyer.

They're holding him on extortion and bribery.

He's a gang leader, Bonnie.

- A gang leader with a lot of money. - Stop it.

This is hard enough without you dangling carrots in my face.

Hi.

Hi.

I just came to say that I'm going to Mexico for the summer.

I thought your father couldn't go back to Mexico.

He can't. I'm visiting my mom.

Mm.

And Frank?

Will he be there, too?

He left me, too, you know.

Do I know?

You were the one I called when I realized he was missing.

You mean when his bitch-ass ran away.

Which I knew nothing about.

And is that what you honestly think of me...

That I'd be okay with what he did to Wes?

Quiet!

I've been on your side the entire time,

helping you every time you asked me,

so I don't deserve this.

Be angry at Frank.

Just do not be angry at me.

There's no gray area here, Laurel.

It's him or it's me.

He's dead to me.

Good.

Bring me back some tequila.

My body's sick of vodka.

It's Frank. Leave a message.

Your mailbox isn't full, so I know that means