How to Get Away with Murder

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

I shot Annalise Keating,

but I was drugged by Philip Jessup.

The police won't tell us anything about Philip,

if they know where he is.

It's not my job to take care of you anymore.

I just got an e-mail.

It's a video from that night.

Connor, talk to me.

I think Philip's back.

I just can't keep doing this,

not if I'm ever going to actually get to know you.

I killed Lila.

Who are you?

I won't let you get hurt. Or your son.

Wes went to the health center

and they checked him into the psych ward.

He's a mess.

He just needs you to forgive him.

Just sit down, Rose.

Come on. Sit down.

Come on.

I'm sorry, but I was afraid

that you would refuse to talk to me if you knew who I was.

And you think this is better?

I'm not asking you to lie.

I only want you to tell me what you know.

You're asking me for a lot more than that.

Just tell me what you saw that night.

Why do we have to go through this again?

Because your story has to be airtight if we put you on the stand.

It's stayed the same every time you've asked.

And you don't mind telling me one more time.

Let's go -- from the beginning.

It's a habit I picked up from my father --

first one in, last one out.

I've worked the night shift since I started.

Get there at 8:00, finish up around 3:00 a.m.

What time would you get to the 11th floor?

Around midnight.

I guess I started dozing off around midnight,

decided that I should head home,

so I started packing up my stuff

when the, uh, cleaning lady came in.

Rose.

Rose, yeah. Right.

Did you see anyone when you got out of the elevator?

No.

The floor was empty.

But then I went into the corner office and saw him --

Mr. Mahoney.

-Which one? -Charles.

The young one.

The older one never stayed that late.

We talked about the weather -- something like that,

how the rain hadn't let up.

And, um...then I left.

What did you talk about?

The rain.

Did they tell you to say that?

No.

The roads were slick, so...

it took me longer to get home that night.

When I saw the police lights on my street,

I thought maybe there had, you know, been a car accident.

Then I saw they were outside our front door.

So, I-I pushed inside, and I saw Vickie.

She was covered in blood.

That's -- That's enough. We're done.

I've got good news.

Your story matches Rose's.

You spoke to her?

She's agreed to testify.

Congratulations. You've got your alibi.

Is she dead?

What did we do?

His e-mail is Argus.

It's from Greek mythology.

Argus is a 100-eyed giant who sees everything,

which means Philip... has seen everything.

Isn't that cute of him? He's taunting us with nicknames.

So what do you want me to do?

I'm not in the video.

You don't get to hold a grudge right now.

No?

Because you all said some very hurtful things.

Yeah, and you made us shoot you, so I think that we're even.

Laurel shot me.

You ran away, as you tend to do.

Interesting, too, isn't it,

that you're the only one not in this?

What, you think that I sent it?

Anything's possible with you people.

Okay.

Let's be clear about something.

I was a mess that night.

So I did stop to record anything.

Plus, I went back in the house.

Don't you remember that?

I tried to stop you from bleeding out.

M-Maybe I did.

I mean, maybe I'm the reason that you're still alive.

I'm sorry.

It's just -- We need your help.

Please.

Finally, you remember your manners.

Call the others.

Wait, isn't it better that they don't know?

Especially Asher -- He could flip out.

Millstone is the reason we're in this mess.

He doesn't get a pass.

Call everyone except for Wes.

We spent that whole time defending Rebecca.

You -- You sat in that courtroom with us,

even after what we did with Sam.

The only reason why any of that was okay was because...

he killed Lila -- Sam.

Not you.

It was me.

Why?

See?

You can't say it because you're lying.

You didn't do it!

I did.

Then tell me why you did it.

Was it because you knew Lila?

Because you were sleeping with her?

No. Then tell me why!

I had to.

Why?

Don't you dare answer that.

-It's Annalise. -I don't care.

Oh, my God.

You did it for Annalise?

'Cause Annalise knew that, uh, Sam got Lila pregnant.

So she had you kill her?

I'll explain. Just...

Hang on.

Sorry. I was in the shower.

Philip recorded the kids at the mansion that night.

What?

Just get to the house. I'll explain.

Okay.

Okay, w-w-we'll be right there.

iNo manches! iVete muchísimo a la fregada!

Ay, tranquila.

Tranquila, respira...

Frank, finally. Where's Laurel?

What, she's not here?

No, and she's not answering her phone.

Maybe Philip kidnapped someone for real this time.

-What took you so long? -I didn't hear my phone.

Will someone please show me the fricking video?

What do we do, respond?

We should call Oliver,

have him hack that bitch back. -No.

I agree.

It's too dangerous to involve Oliver.

Frank, get your guy to see if he can find out

where the e-mail came from.

Well, what do we do if we find him?

I mean, we're not gonna...

He's a hacker.

We're not gonna be able to find him by tracking

his I.P. address. -We have to try.

It's a trap.

He didn't send it to the police.

He sent it to us because the only thing it proves

is that Philip also was at the scene of the crime that night.

So, sit down, take a deep breath,

and let Mommy take care of it the way she always does.

If this is about why Michaela keeps calling,

I don't care.

Me neither.

Then why are you here?

-Who's Charles Mahoney? -I don't know.

What's going on?

Nothing. You're acting weird.

You are, too.

I had a fight with Frank,

and I don't want to talk about it.

Well, I don't want to talk, either,

but you came here.

Tell me who Charles Mahoney is,

and then I'll tell you what our fight was about.

I don't know who he is.

Right, but then you have a whole file of things about his trial.

Annalise dropped it off.

You saw her?

No, she just left this file here,

and I don't know why...

other than to make me go crazy.

Go crazy about what?

My mother.

Annalise knew her.

Oh, my God.

What?

Dude, open your pie hole.

He e-mailed again.

Annalise?!