Previously on "How to Get Away With Murder"...
They know everything.
We deserve to feel good for once.
I'd like to talk to you about your son Gabriel.
How do you not want to find your birth parents?
You looked for yours. You feel good about what you found?
Michaela might die when she finds this out.
I hacked Louisiana Family Services
and found her birth father.
His name's Dwight.
Annalise knew him.
She's drinking again.
That's what your dad's case did to her.
Police have just confirmed that Nathaniel Lahey Senior
was fatally shot this evening.
You paid those guards to kill him!
Did the Governor approach you with this plan? Huh?
She promise to get your father out of jail?
They know more.
She's given us no other choice.
The Governor just pointed the finger at Emmett on live TV.
They took 'em, Annalise.
They took 'em.
May God grant us peace and comfort during this time of loss
so that in our sorrow,
we may find hope and everlasting life.
In the sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life,
through our Lord Jesus Christ,
we commit this body to the ground.
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
We're free now.
To Him be glory forever.
We ask that with this passing,
we may find strength in one another
and solace in your words.
Stay dead, bitch.
Karen, you okay?
Sorry. It was, uh --
No, no, there's no need to explain.
This visualization was designed
to stir up feelings of discomfort.
I'm just jealous.
Your funeral seems so interesting.
Mine was a snooze.
How about we don't compare, Sally?
But I do encourage you to go dark here.
Picture the worst consequences of your addiction.
What legacy have you left your loved ones with?
These are the questions
you've come to Vista View to answer --
not how you want to live the rest of your life,
but really, how do you want to die?
So, everyone, close your eyes again.
Gently bring yourself back to your funeral.
See the people there.
Are they angry?
Maybe they're happy.
Because that's how badly you've hurt them.
Stan and Heather think you're a cop.
I said principal -- high school.
Or a boxer, thus explaining the bandage.
I'm a ceo.
You're surprised, I know,
but I actually run a Fortune 500 company.
We make sex toys.
I got a smile. Go, me.
what'd you wanna stop?
At your funeral.
You scared the hell out of me with that scream.
It was nothing.
- Just give me a little hint. - No!
I'll tell you my secret if you tell me yours.
- What is this? - What?
Did Stan and Heather send you over here to get some scoop,
or are you just terrible at reading people?
I-It's rehab, Karen.
We're all gonna know each other's secrets eventually.
Fine. Here's mine.
I'm a gangster who shoots people who don't know when to shut up.
Why would Annalise go to rehab now?
Yeah, won't she lose her license
if the bar finds out she relapsed?
They're not going to find out.
We just need to be happy she's trying to get better.
Are we sure she's not with Laurel?
Like, they took Christopher to Argentina
and are leaving us to get burned by the FBI?
We need to go to the FBI.
A child is missing.
He could be chained in some basement with Laurel.
Why don't we go to Xavier -- torture him
- till he tells us where they are? - Who are you?
Frank would do the torture, not me.
Frank's not gonna do that.
'Cause you both know that Laurel disappeared herself?
She was stolen off the street.
And the only reason they got Christopher
is 'cause you two took your eyes off him.
That wasn't our fault.
- Who else's fault would it be? - Get away from him.
Fine. I prefer kicking your ass anyway.
- This is hard enough. - No!
Hard is being trapped in a basement somewhere
and your friends not doing anything about it!
The FBI is still investigating us, Michaela.
Do you think going to them and telling them
that Laurel is now missing is going to help any of that?
Yeah, it'll just make it worse.
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