Look, I was only at the house for about two minutes
before I left and checked at the bonfire.
Then I got a call from a lady friend
who wanted come over to my place for...
I mean, you know.
And how long has this relationship been going on?
Mr. Millstone and I are not in a relationship.
It was a...a one-time thing.
Come here, you idiot.
I think what you'd like to know
is what time I left the house, which was around 9:00,
right after I told Annalise that Sam
knew Lila was pregnant.
Which Sam told you.
I asked him, and he didn't correct me.
In fact, he made a pass at me
so I'd stay quiet.
I think any man that'd do that is a man who'd skip town.
I need to speak with you.
I wasn't studying for the exam.
It's not about that.
What is wrong with you?
It's the po-po.
I didn't want them to think I was hiding anything.
There's nothing to hide because it's never happening again.
Do you understand?
-别这样 我们很享受 -你很享受
- Come on. We had fun. - You had fun.
I was drunk and desperate.
Hey, I found something.
And that's Sam.
Looks like she's telling him
she doesn't want to go through with it.
Maybe she can tell us for sure.
It was obvious she didn't want to be there.
I don't think Dr. Turner spent more than five minutes
talking to her before she came back out.
And how did Mr. Keating react to that?
He seemed, yeah, pretty angry.
Like, clearly, he wanted her to go through with it.
Your Honor, in addition to the video,
I'd like to introduce findings from an independent lab,
confirming that Sam Keating
was the father of Miss Stangard's unborn child.
Chain of custody, Your Honor.
Run as many tests as you like.
You'll find that they all prove
that Sam Keating is the genetic match to this fetus.
Which still doesn't prove
he had anything to do with the murder.
Sam Keating is not set to stand trial for this crime.
Which is a mistake, Your Honor.
You want the charges dropped against your client,
I understand, Ms. Keating,
but the evidence you're presenting here today in court
is circumstantial at best.
That's only because a key piece of evidence
against Mr. Keating
is being held hostage by Ms. Parks.
I have no idea what she's talking about, Your Honor.
My husband's laptop is being held in police lockup.
It likely contains his cell coordinates,
proving that he was at Kappa Kappa Theta house
the night of the murder.
Ms. Parks refuses to examine the data
in fear that it will cost her a conviction.
Do you have access to this laptop, Ms. Parks?
We do have a laptop,
possibly belonging to Sam Keating,
in police custody.
In light of the evidence presented today,
I'm appointing a forensic expert to
analyze the phone data found on that computer
and present its findings to this court.
Until then, we are adjourned.
You call it crazy. I call it winning.
I had dinner with my fiancée's mother,
then headed over to Asher's.
He was supposed to be having a party,
but, well, no one came.
Where'd you go after Mr. Millstone's?
Wes' for the study group.
We have exams this week.
- What do you want? - Is professor Keating around?
From there, we all headed over to the bonfire.
You all drove together, in Mr. Walsh's S.U.V.?
Is there a problem?
A witness told us that he saw Mr. Walsh's car
parked outside the Keating house that night.
Is Michaela in there with you?
I want my frickin' trophy back!
It's my fault.
Yes, because we parked there.
Well, why park at the Keating house
if you were going to the bonfire?
We just knew it'd be impossible
to find parking closer to campus.
So we parked at Professor Keating's,
then walked over to the bonfire from there.
They're acting like they don't know,
using reverse psychology to make us feel like
we're getting away with it, but --
Okay. Calm down.
Look, you were right.
Look, everything we did that night is defensible.
Rebecca went to the house alone.
When he attacked her, we were simply defending her.
And after, we were suffering from PTSD.
What about Aiden?
I've reinvented myself before.
I can do it again.
I'll change my name.
I'll write crime fiction or be a housewife.
Okay, not a housewife,
but if there's one thing I know how to be, it's smart.
We need her, too.
看呐 谁来了 伪君子是也
Hey, look who it is -- the hypocrite.
You're really gonna play dumb?
You got the nerve to treat me like scum
for lying about Sasha after what you did?
Frank, I have no idea what you're talking about.
Keeping lying that good,