How to Get Away with Murder

- Previously on "How To Get Away With Murder"... - Is that...

- I found it here last week. - If what you're saying is true

and you knew nothing of this gun or Philip,

you need a lawyer separate from Catherine.

We're out of bourbon. This is Scotch.

How much longer till he leaves?

I finally got it to calm down.

You don't remember, do you?

- Remember what? - There was a baby.

- I'm Rose. - Annalise.

You said "Christophe." You knew my mother.

So, tell me what you know. Tell me, damn it!

Get out.

So, you just want to ignore the client numbers?

Exactly. That's why I'm organizing them by last name.

Wait, I thought we were organizing these by year.

No, we file cases alphabetically.

You're both wrong.

Professor Keating, good morning. How's that bump doing?

You don't get to ask me that.

I said whoever pulled my last court catalogue

should oversee my filings.

- Who is that? - That's me.

I thought we should file alphabetically

while keeping the client numbers sequential based on when they came to the firm.

From now on, ask Ms. Winterbottom if you're confused.

Clearly she's the only one who listens.

Great teamwork there.

Sam?

What are you doing?

I got grease on my shirt.

No patient trusts a messy therapist.

You hungry?

- Ugh. I can't. - Oh. Again?

I think it's dead and it's my body trying to warn me.

Okay, he is not dead.

He just wants to make sure we know he's coming.

- What? - I have to go to Ohio again.

I'm leaving Wednesday, coming back first thing Thursday morning.

Well, the ultrasound is Wednesday.

- I rescheduled it. - Annie.

I moved it closer. It's tomorrow.

See? I care.

Don't marry a lawyer.

Your edges are clear. No signs of infection.

Don't tell me you're gonna make me go back to work.

I thought you'd be chomping at the bit to get back.

Bed's been nice.

You been spending a lot of time sleeping?

Shouldn't I be?

Of course, but if there's something else going on...

No, I'm just having trouble sleeping.

Uh, exams are coming, so I've been stressed.

- How many hours are you getting? - Uh, two, three.

That must make it really hard to function during the day.

Yeah, which is why I'm here.

I've just had too much time to think, to be honest.

I'll be fine.

I get that, but I wouldn't be doing my job

if I didn't at least present the option of seeing someone.

No, I'm not here for that.

You're here for sleeping pills, I know.

Sadly, this isn't a dispensary.

Okay, but I'm a 1L, and I really don't...

You don't have time for therapy.

I said the same thing when I was in med school.

I've done enough therapy in my life.

So you already have a number to call

in case you need to talk to someone?

He's dead.

And I have to go to court for a plea hearing today, so...

Don't worry. I'll be back in bed in time for my stories.

I can't just give you pills and never see you again.

Is there someone more senior I can talk to, then?

I am the resident on call,

which means my opinion is the one that matters here.

Fine.

- I'll go. - Sir.

Just don't feel bad if I end up shooting myself.

I wish you hadn't just said that.

I'm sorry. I'm just tired. I didn't mean it.

I know. But now I can't let you leave.

Again?

We were studying and decided to get a drink.

- A drink or 10? - I was good.

But he... he just needs someone to talk to right now.

That's my favorite throw pillow.

Oh! Don't touch it!

Breakfast, bud. You hungry?

Yeah.

What's shakin', bacon?

Oh, you know, just enjoying the morning

with my two favorite guys.

Aww. You know what I have to say to that?

Oh.

Come on.

Dude.

Did she specifically ask for us to come?

It's her first case back. Of course she wants you here.

So that's a no.

Stop worrying. It's going to be fine.

It never is when you say that.

- Where's Wes? - I don't know.

- He didn't answer when I called. - You didn't knock on his door?

No, I didn't knock on his door. We were already late,

and I didn't want to miss the showdown.

See? I'm not the only one who thinks she hates us.

She doesn't hate any of you.

Not even Laurel? She should.

Enough. Just be nice when she gets here.

But not too nice, you know. She'll hate that.

Here she comes.

- She hates us. - Good.

The feeling is mutual.

- Why are they here? - To help on the case.

He's already pleaded guilty. What do I need help with?

- You made it. - Of course I did.

I know. I just... You took it in the gut.

That's a suffer shot...

when you really want to make them feel it.

Interesting you should know that.

All rise!

Be seated.

This is a plea hearing for Jason Murray,

charged for the second-degree murder of Tyler Robinson.

It's my understanding that the prosecution and defense

have already come to an agreement...

An agreement you need to refuse to accept, Your Honor.

My name is Joyce Robinson,

and the defendant shot and killed my son, Tyler.

And as the victim's mother,

I deserve to have a voice in these proceedings.

I'm sorry, Ms. Robinson, but this is not the forum to speak.

I've tried speaking with both A.D.A. Leigh

and Ms. Keating about my wishes,

and neither of them have taken the time to hear me out!

Your Honor, Ms. Robinson came to me

requesting a restorative justice hearing.

- What's a restorative justice hearing? - I informed her this alternative

cannot be considered under a murder charge.

The A.D.A. is correct, Ms. Robinson.

Restorative justice is reserved

for cases with far less severe charges.

But why? If the victim's family

want the court to offer the defendant

- another option... - What other option?

Your Honor, my client has already agreed

to a quite lengthy sentence... 15 years...

and it would be unfair to allow the victim's family

to now hijack this process.

But what if I want a shorter sentence for Jason?

Clearly this is a ploy

to fool my client into rejecting this deal.

Not to mention, any shorter sentence

would be a slap in the face to the actual victim.

You mean a slap in the face to you,

because you'll look soft on crime, right?

And you... I think you'd jump at a chance

to get a better deal for Jason.

That's true. Say I want that.

Your Honor, if Ms. Robinson tried to contact me, I apologize.

As you know, I've been in recovery.

But not discussing this option with your client

veers dangerously close

to ineffective assistance of counsel.

I have to stand up for Ms. Keating here, Your Honor.

I mean, as you said, this is not a viable option.

- That doesn't make any sense. - Enough.

I'm postponing this plea

and ordering you all to hold a restorative justice hearing

before any deal is reached.

- This is a waste of time and money. - Again, this is a murder case.

Do you both want to be held in contempt?

Ms. Robinson, let me know if you have any more problems.

You want something to do?

Prep our client for this stupidity.

It could be good, though.

- He could get a better deal. - Or a worse deal.

That woman is in shock and is gonna turn on Jason

the minute she gets in front of him.

- Where are you going? - To take a nap.

No, seriously, it's, uh, Judy or Ruth... Ethelle.

You can look it up.

It's the name on my birth certificate.

No way. I refuse to believe

anyone's parents actually name their kid Kennedy.

Call my mother. She'll tell you the whole story behind it.

Wow.

You already want me to meet your mom?

Shut up.

- I didn't say that. - Frank.

Where are the articles I asked for on the Mahoney case?

Oh, I-I put them on your desk this morning.

What?!

You sure you don't want me to come? You might need backup.

I've defended scarier people.

What flight did you book me on?

Oh. I thought I was supposed to wait for the doc

to give the okay to fly.

Sam told you not to book it?