The only way they're gonna get through the interviews
is if they know as little as possible about my involvement.
That includes Rebecca.
I haven't told her.
Look what happened the last time
you told her one of our secrets.
everything is gonna be fine, okay?
We'll run the DNA test.
It'll show that he was the father,
and then hopefully, the laptop will prove
that he was on the roof of the sorority house.
- What if it doesn't? - It will.
And then we'll get the charges against Rebecca dropped.
Look at me.
I've seen how strong you can be,
and that's the Wes I need for you to be right now,
to help the others.
I took it off right before we...
I thought you might want it.
You should come.
I said you could wait outside.
It's okay, Frank.
My condolences for your husband, Annalise.
He's been gone for how long now -- 15 hours?
You think this is a game?
I think you don't like your odds in Rebecca's trial,
and this is how badly you need to win,
even if it means throwing your own husband under the bus.
Why? Did he finally tell you he was leaving you?
Is this your version of a woman scorned?
I just found out that my husband
was sleeping with a young woman who was killed,
and you have the audacity to come in here and mock me?
Get out now, or I'll throw you out.
Your husband didn't kill Llila Stangard.
That was Miss Sutter and Mr. O'Reilly,
and I will do everything in my power to put them in jail.
See you in court, kids.
Can you tell us where you were last night?
I was at my apartment with my study group.
We have exams this week.
Did you do anything after that?
We stopped at the bonfire on campus.
Did you see Mr. Keating during any of this?
The last time I saw him was two days ago.
We were working on one of our cases
when he came into the house.
Notice anything about his demeanor?
I never really paid much attention to him, to be honest.
I was more focused on
preparing Rebecca Sutter's defense for trial,
which reminds me, I think you should know something.
Rebecca's my girlfriend.
You're dating your client?
Professor Keating's client.
I'm just a 1-l.
It's not against the law.
Rebecca, I need to apologize to you.
Not going to the police earlier about sam's affair,
telling them that he was the man in the photo.
If I had, then the charges against you and Griffin
would have been dropped already.
You wanted to believe he was a good guy.
I get it.
I'm gonna get the charges against you dropped.
Hopefully, before the trial.
Are you sure she doesn't know?
Of course not.
She apologized to me.
That's not something she does -- ever.
She doesn't know.
Why aren't you freaking out right now?
-我很慌啊 -不 才没有 你镇定的很
- I am. - No, you're not. You're fine.
Which, to be honest, is freaking me out.
I'm scared, of course, like all of us,
but I know we can't give in to that.
Otherwise we get caught.
We're all gonna be okay.
Are you kidding me?
I have everything to worry about.
I came here last night looking for the trophy.
I mean, what if they don't think that he's "missing"?
What if they think that there's foul play
and I'm somehow involved?
Sounds like you might need a lawyer.
We have work to do.
Rebecca goes to trial in three days
unless we get the charges against her dismissed.
Now, how do we do that?
We have to prove that my husband murdered Lila Stangard.
First, we need motive.
Is this even gonna be admissible?
I mean, won't the court want to obtain
their own DNA sample of Sam?
Of course, but we need something to present to the court.
Then they can do their own test.
You ever gonna say "thank you"?
For the trophy.
Doucheface totally fell for it.
You had a girlfriend you didn't tell me about, Frank.
A long-distance girlfriend.
And what about, uh, legal aid guy?
I lied to him, not you.
We're over, so...Stop.
Next, we have to prove that Sam had the means to kill Lila,
that he was in Philadelphia the night she was killed.
We have proof that he left
the hotel parking garage in New Haven, but we need more.
We have to prove that he drove back here that night.
So, what are you on right now?