You're all quite dedicated --
to stand watch at your boss's hanging.
I will say I'm surprised that you've all stuck around.
For the best and the brightest, it seems like a foolish move.
Law is not my field,
but I do know that reputation is everything.
From here on, you'll each be painted
with your own scarlet "A" For "Annalise."
Get off my property.
It's my legal right to stand here on this sidewalk.
Plus, I want to be here
when they drag you out of my house in handcuffs.
That's what you always wanted.
You could never stand the idea of Sam's mistress
living in mommy and daddy's precious house.
Is that still how you see yourself, Annalise?
Better than the sister
obsessing her entire life over her brother.
How's the saying go?
"Incest is best -- put your brother to the test."
Yeah, I got to disagree with her on that one.
My sister is not attractive.
My cousin, on the other hand, oh!
I'm so sorry.
I tried to traverse the search warrant,
but the judge wasn't having it.
Hey, there's something here.
It must have fallen off the trophy.
How much longer?
Just a few luminol tests to check for blood traces,
and then we'll be on our way.
Will you, uh, check here?
They didn't find anything.
What did you think they'd find?
A bloody knife Annalise hid under her mattress?
Our boss would be a better killer than that, yo.
Sam's M.E. Report. Anything juicy?
His skull showed blunt force trauma.
He was hit with an object probably made out of metal.
So, someone finally knocked some sense into him.
Just a little too hard.
They also found carpet fibers in his remains...
along with some debris from a wooded area.
That should give the police something
to find who did this.
The debris gets them to the woods,
and the woods gets them to us.
We can't talk about this here.
Look, we dodged a bullet with the search.
But that report, i-it proves they know way too much.
You're still talking.
And you both have your heads up your asses.
She's telling us to act normal
when she's the one who needs to act --
Will you two stop?
Her husband was just found murdered.
She should be grieving instead of blowing off the cops
and taking on mobster drug dealers
who she cares more about than saving us.
I-I didn't mean any of that.
Yes, you did.
No. Don't look away.
Say everything you want to say to me
right to my face.
I'm a bad person.
Is that about right?
You said you'd protect us.
How could we know?
I mean, you...
you only talk to us in code.
You expect us to continue going to class
and work your cases,
even though nothing makes any sense anymore.
我是想要相信你的 真的 但是
I want to trust you. I do, but --
Do you know why I gave you that trophy the first day?
Not because you screwed your way to it, although...
that's certainly something I've done in my day.
But because I saw you.
Someone like me.
Someone so scared
that the only way you know how to handle things
is by worrying your way through them.
That's what you and I are.
It makes us very successful, but also very tired, too.
Here's the thing, Mr. Walsh.
You're not gonna trust me.
That's just not in your nature.
But you can stop worrying, because --
and...you might have forgotten this --
but I'm your only option here.
Without me, you go to prison.
That doesn't mean we won't end up there.
No, it doesn't.
But the odds are better with me.
Laurel got us a lead on the worker
who weighed the shipping container.
Pedro Hortua quit his job
two days after the FBI raid,
saying he had to go take care of his sick father in Colombia.
But look at this.
He just posted this from a party in Cherry Hill.
He's been in Jersey the whole time.
A cop friend slipped me info on Sam's case.
They're testing the foliage and soil found with the remains
to try to figure out where his body was burned.
I'll let you know
as soon as I get my hands on the results.
Do you think I did it?
Come on, Annalise.
You have to be wondering.
I know I would.
So ask me.
I'm not the detective on this case.
Once a detective, always a detective.