How to Get Away with Murder

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

A woman's body was found inside the Kappa Kappa Theta House.

- What's wrong? - She was my friend, okay?

And ordering miss Stangard's body be exhumed immediately.

A full external and internal second autopsy.

I think about you all the time. But I'll get over it.

What if I don't want you to get over it?

- We represent Mary Walker. - This is a prenup.

I know you didn't kill Lila Stangard. And we both know who did.

They missed something in the first autopsy.

Say it.

Lila was six weeks pregnant.

What if it's too big...

Like, I waited too long, and now my body assumes

I'm some sort of nun who'll never have sex,

and then when I finally do it or... try...

- He won't fit? - I've met Griffin.

Judging by the chip on his shoulder, I'm guessing it'll fit.

What happened to your virginity pact?

Did Griffin finally realize God doesn't give a crap about his sex life?

If I tell you something, swear you won't tell anyone?

I'm hanging out with a sorority girl.

I don't want to tell anyone about this more than you.

I met a new guy.

Who?

Mr. Darcy.

I promised I wouldn't tell anyone who he was.

So he's one of Griffin's friends?

No.

Then why can't you tell me?

He has a wife.

Oh. Oh, my God.

Lila was six weeks pregnant.

I'll leave.

No. Stay.

Annie. Really.

I need a witness here

to make sure you don't lie to me again.

You lied when you said you didn't sleep with her.

You lied when you said

you were at Yale the night she was killed.

And I believed you, like some fool.

So...

Did you know she was pregnant?

No.

"No" because you didn't

or "no" because if you say "yes,"

you know that's motive to kill?

This is... not something that...

Do not leave!

Are you lying?

No.

We don't even know if it's mine.

Who else's could it be... Her virgin boyfriend?

He claims to be a virgin.

Was Lila?

The first time you had her?

You would know, wouldn't you?

I didn't know she was pregnant.

I promise you.

You believe him?

Should've worn a condom.

sometimes, we're not responsible for our own actions,

because sometimes, we behave

not like thinking, thoughtful human beings,

but as animals.

Such is the case of Gretchen Thomas,

a successful real-estate agent, wife, mother.

Like many a high-powered professional,

stress and anxiety are part of her daily routine,

so she takes a prescription sleeping pill before bed.

Its side effects have caused her to buy clothes online,

cook gourmet meals,

and even initiate sex with her husband

all while completely unconscious.

And then this happened.

This is Ms. Thomas on her home-security system,

dragging her nanny's dead, bloody body

out of the house.

And then what does she do?

She begins to clean up the mess.

Now, we all know the feeling...

We've had a bad dream, we know we're asleep,

but try as we might, we just can't seem to wake ourselves up.

Gretchen: I'm sorry that I wasn't able to get to your office.

It's Mia's 13th birthday this weekend,

and planning has been crazy.

Who would've thought that it'd be so difficult to find a deejay?

We really need your undivided attention.

Oh! Finally!

Ricardo?

Hi. I am so happy that you called.

Now, I know you usually don't do kids' parties,

but I'm going to prison any minute,

- this could take a while. - And this could be the last chance

- want to sneak upstairs? - My daughter and I could be together.

No, no. I'm sure dj rizzles is very talented.

It's just that you have come

so highly recommended from my friend Karen's...

You're on trial for first-degree murder.

Put the phone down so we can prep for your testimony.

I've changed my mind.

I don't want to take the stand.

Honey, this isn't just your decision.

You have a family who needs you, children who need you.

If she wants to go to jail, dad, let her.

Your mother is not going to jail, Cody.

Gretchen, I understand this is difficult for you,

but as your attorney, I need to put you on the stand

so I can establish that you had no motive to kill Elke.

The jury needs to believe that you two were close.

We were close.

Can you imagine waking up

to realize that you killed somebody you loved?

That's what I did.

And I'm sorry.

If the jury thinks that I should go to prison,

I agree.

I should pay for this sin.

Bonnie: Since we can't put Gretchen on the stand,

we're having the people who love her... Her family...

Testify to her history of sleepwalking.

So tomorrow, each of you will act as prosecutors,

prepping each of the Thomases for their moment in the sun.

Dig in.

Anyone else feel like we do all her work for her?

Just figuring that out now?

I was fine with it before exams,

but now that everyone else in our class

is locked away in their apartments, studying,

we're falling behind, working as free labor.

You know who doesn't care about exams?

This guy. 'Cause I got...

Mention the trophy again, and I'll bash your face in with it.

Okay, whatever, shooting star.

You guys all go be boring, study.

I'll be at the bonfire, partying it up,

mackin' on the chickadees!

Connor: Hey.

You want to study-group this weekend?

Since when do you need to study?

Well, you take notes, I have Adderall.

We'll make a great team.

Wes.

Professor Keating wants to see you.

Hey.

You want to join waitlist and I in our new study group?

Pregnant?

Six weeks.

There was no sign of sexual trauma in the first autopsy,

so they didn't inspect the uterus.

It'll be a few more days

before the police release the final report,

but the minute they do,

they'll run a DNA test on Griffin

to see if he was the father.

He's not, as we both know.

It's good for Rebecca's case.

But I would appreciate it if you didn't tell her.

Why not?

Well, because if she finds out days before her trial,

I'm afraid she'll act out

in a way that will hurt her case.

So, for her benefit,

I'm asking you not to tell her.

If you didn't want her to know, why tell me?

Because I learned my lesson about keeping secrets from you.

Okay.

Thank you.

Wes: Lila was pregnant.

You didn't know?

No.

It's Sam's?

Yeah, probably.

Annalise asked me not to tell you.

What?

I know.

Said she didn't want to upset you.

What... you believe her, with her husband freakin' involved?

I'm not sure.

But...

She knows I could go to the police at any point.

So let's. We'll tell them the baby's Sam's.

What if it's not?

They still have to question him.

Well, what if he has an alibi?

Or they release him?

You're still on trial, but without Annalise.

She'd quit your case.

So, what?

I mean, we... we do nothing?

Of course not.

I...

I just need to keep an eye on her

till we figure out our next step.

It's not safe to be out here alone.

Why should I trust you?

I want to get acquitted, but you...

Why do you want to help me?

I lost my job because of this case.