O.D.'d 15 months ago.
Come on, girl.
I need you to do something else for me.
Just between us. No one else.
Whatever you need.
So, how's it going in school?
You still working with that attorney?
What's her name?
You know, we're actually working on an appeal
for a case that you presided over.
Guy in, uh, north Philly,
convicted of killing his girlfriend?
You know, as a kid,
I used to always look through your journals.
Years of meetings meticulously documented.
In all that time, there's...
...only one day unaccounted for.
One in 30 years.
The day you met with the prosecutor
on the David Allen case.
I don't follow you.
Did the A.D.A. in that case, Vince Travers,
tell you that someone had committed perjury?
Where'd you get an idea like this?
That same summer, a month after that verdict,
you received your federal appointment.
You were an underdog for the job.
Mom always said your pal Art Trucco
put in a good word for you.
Is this Keating woman putting these crazy ideas in your head?
Your whole life,
you have prided yourself on the fact that you don't lie.
And now I'm sitting here
accusing you of grave judicial misconduct...
and your only response is to ask me where I got the idea?
Tell me I'm wrong, dad.
Please, tell me that you didn't get to where you are
on the back of a man who's gonna die.
Tell me I'm wrong.
You can't, can you?
- Get out. - Dad...
After all I've done for you?
You ungrateful little twit.
Get the hell out of my house.
Welcome back, Mr. Millstone.
Ready to rejoin the effort?
That depends on your concession to my two stipulations.
One, you spare my father.
No one can know the role he played in David's conviction.
So he did play a role.
Like I'm gonna tell you that before you agree to my demand.
My father's name stays out of it. Agreed or not?
Demand number two?
I want the trophy.
If your information is as good as you say it is.
Oh, it's good.
We still don't know who falsely testified in David's trial,
but we do know it was to satisfy this man.
Art Trucco is a State Senator who
for reasons we need to find out,
needed David Allen to go down for this murder,
so much so that he convinced someone to lie on the stand.
If we can find out who this was,
we stand a good chance of seeing this conviction overturned.
We have 12 hours till court.
Let's make David proud.
This isn't my -- this isn't my --
- Who's on Trucco's taxes? - That's me.
$30,000 a year?
How can we pay teachers in this country so little?
Welcome to America.
I apologize for the late hour.
Uh, I was hoping to talk to your husband
about a case he worked back in '93.
Is it possible Trucco was a big player during the re-districting strike?
Trucco's son was a cop. Maybe he knew the lead detective.
Or David's bank did business with Trucco.
Or how about an affair with a witness?
Are you talking about the neighbor
who heard the shot or the co-worker?
Little late to go out, isn't it?
You worried about me now?
You're looking for Rebecca. Right?
The puppy's got you running recon for him now?
Maybe Rebecca's our client
and I'm just curious about what's going on with her.
With me. Now.
Stop leading Frank on.
-弗兰克和我只是 -别来这套 劳拉
- Frank and I are just... - Don't, Laurel.
I see the way you look at him.
More importantly, I see the way he looks at you.
And let's be honest.
It's not Frank a rich girl like you ends up with, is it?
And you know that.
Hell, that's the fun in it for you.
-不... -糟糕的是 弗兰克不知道
- No, that's... - But what sucks is, Frank doesn't know that.
That you're just leading him on,
letting him believe he has a shot with you.
And when he finds out he doesn't,
that's going to hurt him.
You're becoming a real asset to this team.
I would hate for Annalise to find out
you were screwing with someone she considers family.
Of course I know who Art Trucco is.
He owned a bunch of properties in Fairmount.
They were trying to raise the rents
to get people to move out -- poor people, mostly.
Poor black people.
Well, white folks could afford the higher rents.
Trisha was leading the charge against the development,
but she had no power.
Definitely not enough to keep him from doing whatever he wanted.
Or that's what he wanted you to think.
Oh, what do you want?
The real about you and Rebecca.
You tapping that ass or what?
That's none of your business, Connor.
She's right. It's not.
Hmm. Evasive. Interesting.