All loaded up?
So talk to me.
You ever seen the boss man?
Me, neither.
Not a big fan of masks and mysteries,
but he pays well, am I right?
I also don't love being ignored.
Two questions, no response.
Consider my third query your last chance
at making this deal
a sweet back and forth between two gents.
So do we have a problem?
What the hell, man?!
You said you were down with this deal.
You think this is funny?
All I care about is the donor list,
where my brother... you... are on that list.
All right?
I'm gonna need you to talk about that, fess on up,
or I'm gonna open up this roof
and let this rain drench your bald-ass head.
I'm on it, and I'm good, okay?
Don't worry about that. Sibling Code 123.
There is no 123.
There is now, okay?
Sibling Code number 123... I'm a medical professional,
and I can arrange my own kidney transplant by myself.
Well, Sibling Code 124, no more making up sibling codes
that can't be used more than once.
No, if you use 123, it's 123!
No, it's over!
Two victims...
Roy Roman on the left, Vic Jones on the right.
Each with a single gunshot wound to the chest.
And one empty briefcase.
First blush, they shot each other.
Second blush, it looks like our thief
did the killing and the stealing.
Tire marks outside are being processed,
but I'm thinking full-sized van, Clementi tires.
Traffic cams from every direction are being checked.
Um, sorry, who likes blondes here?
Just a random question,
just raise your hand nice and high.
Uh, actually...
- I'm on a brunette tip. - Oh, yeah, do you really, though?
Redheads are kind of my thing.
Okay, so was this a party or a crime scene?
It's an abandoned warehouse.
And lots of foot traffic from every direction.
All right, all hair, all colors
back to the lab with Roy and Vic here.
Yeah, an aluminum briefcase with customized fingerprint entry
and two dead guys wearing masks to hide their identities.
You got Roy Roman, 39, stockbroker,
indicted for insider trading in '07 and '09.
Vic Jones, tip top, clean record, no priors.
All right, everyone. Listen up.
Oh, no.
Dragon Lady returns.
Some of you already know FBI Agent Harrows.
She's gonna be working closely with the EMPD
on this warehouse case.
Unh-unh!
Hold any and all questions indefinitely.
Floor is yours.
Thank you so much.
A brief history lesson
for all you buffs here in the general pen area.
Before I was a hostage negotiator,
I was in organized crime.
Did I encounter some SOBs?
Yes, I did.
Are there a few stragglers I'd like to nail to the wall
in a satisfying way, yes, there are.
One in particular keeps me up at night,
and I love my sleep.
His name is Marcelus Vega,
and I think it's time we find his ass.
Marcelus has a pretty big empire,
but he's been off the grid for a couple years.
And the wrinkle is no one has seen this part of his body.
Okay, so I'm assuming
one of our victims worked for him or what?
You must be Villa.
It's lovely to finally cross paths with you.
And yes, you're correct.
Our dear, sweet friend, Victor,
may he rest in a place far south of here with lots of fire.
Cap, this Vic Jones doesn't fit.
He's a choirboy. No record.
That's exactly how Marcelus likes it.
We have a double homicide,
and we're pretty confident Marcelus' hands are all over it.
So I look forward to working with all of you on this.
As you were.
I'm sorry, why are we trusting you?
Not now, not now.
I just want to ask him 'cause we're all in our pen.
Why are we trusting her, Captain?
Because the FBI has a vested interest.
Ah.
So any information you find has to come my way.
Well, I hear "vested," and I think "personal."
Now, wasn't it you who told me
that emotions get people killed?
I'm just saying, I wouldn't want anything
to get in the way of bringing this guy to justice.
I appreciate your concern, I really do,
and it's great to see you again.
Vic has acute pulmonary disease.
Must have been a heavy smoker.
Hmm. Roy's mouth is dry.
Uh, my guess is it's the side effect
from some kind of drug.
Uh, tox results do show
at least 100 milligrams of benzodiazepine in his system.
Roy was completely sedated.
How does someone carry out a deal if they're asleep?
The murder was staged. Little help.
I think he was placed in a seated position like a doll,
then shot.
Okay, so whoever Vic thought he was dealing with
wasn't really Roy.
Correct.
Then we're definitely not just looking for a thief.
No, we are 100% looking for a murderer.
_
You don't want to do that.
EMPD, blow it out! Hands up!
Now!
Annalise?
You know this guy?
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You want to tell me who you are?
Why you know my name?
Pete Harmon, Beach High.
I sat next to you in Heredia's Domestic Science class.
Did I hear what he just said?
I don't know, it doesn't matter. Turn around.
Drop the backpack.
Hands up.
I'll tell you something, Pete,
I'm a cop and you're a criminal, okay?
Call this in to Slade. Get Harrows out here ASAP.
That a real question?
No, just making sure we're on the same page.
Hey, what about my page?
- Anybody care about my page? - Shut up.
A lot of cash you're carrying around.
Where you headed, Pete, Beach High reunion?
Don't do that. Pete, what's in the crate?
I'm pretty sure it's maple syrup.
Oh, this is funny to you?
- No, I'm serious, Annalise... - Don't call me that.
But it's your...
Detective Villa, and you're under arrest.
Let's go.
I'll get this to Magic City, get it tested.
My guess is liquid heroin.
I'm telling you, it's maple syrup!
Pete Harmon, class of '03.
You played a mean tuba, right?
Yeah, Chess Club captain.
Don't forget valedictorian.
Yeah, great speech... inspiring.
I was salutatorian. I didn't say a word.
You know, if you're just gonna
look at our high-school year book,
you could at least read the whole thing.
It doesn't matter.
What does matter
is you were at the scene of a double homicide
ready to set fire to a van full of evidence.
So you should be worrying less about the past
and more about the future,
like do you want to spend the rest of it in jail?
There's the Annalise I remember...
the bitchy prom queen.
Wait, did he just say "prom queen"?
Please tell me he said "prom queen."
I... I didn't even go to prom.
But you were voted prom queen.
Yep, he said "prom queen."
So we're all gonna grill her on this later, right?
- Oh, yeah. - Oh, yeah!
Good.
Clearly, my words about keeping me in the loop
fell on deaf ears.
I can hear just fine.
Almost too good, my ears.
I'm actually partially deaf in the right.
Calcification of the drums.
You want bitchy prom queen, you've got her.
Yeah, I did flip through our old yearbook,
and I started to remember some things
after seeing you play that big-ass tuba
with the high-school band.
You were the nerdy guy
who always tried to throw those big parties, right?
Parents weren't around much,
so you tried to take advantage.
Attendance wasn't great, either, if my memory's correct.
So what?
So I think you were desperate
to hang out with the cool kids
because you were so tired of being left behind.
Fell in with the wrong crowd, right?
A gun makes you feel tough, doesn't it?
Yes. What... no!
I'm not... I... look, I would never kill anyone.
But yes.
After high school, I...
was tired of being pushed around.
I was nobody before he took me in.
He gave me a loft in Wynwood,
a nice car, an expense account.
I didn't want to be weak and afraid anymore.
You're talking about Marcelus Vega.
Oh, Pete, you look...
pretty damn scared right now.
There's no chance he doesn't kill me.
Great chance he doesn't.
But you have to help me help you.
What was in that briefcase?
Money for the product?
All I did was pick up Roy
and drop him off at the warehouse, okay?
- I don't know anything else, I swear. - Uh...
Give me the room.
Or we'll share it. Hi, Pete.
I'm Agent Harrows. I work with the FBI.
I've been looking for your boss for a long time,
and you're gonna help me find him.
We know Vic worked for Marcelus as a dealer.
We just want to know what he was buying.
I told you, maple syrup, okay?
I'm...
I'm just a driver. I don't ask questions.
Okay, well, you better start giving us some answers
because the truth is you're gonna have to go through me
if you want any chance at a second life,
and right now,
those chances are looking dangerously low.
Think about that.
You want to tell me why you just hijacked my interrogation?
I was getting to him.
Let's not do this.
Please forgive me if I didn't want to waste any more time
taking a stroll down memory lane.
I'm sure you look real cute in your little cheerleading uniform,
but your story is just not that interesting.
What if I make our story, mine and yours,
- really interesting? - I'm listening.
Villa, Villa, I think this is a time-out situation.
Yeah, cool heads prevail and whatnot.
Yeah, agreed. Come on.
Come on.
I think it's time we take Pete into my office.
Less cameras, more room to get creative.
Well, Agent, believe me, I'm all about getting creative,
but right now, Pete's gonna stay in police custody
until we get the information we need, all right?
Fine.
Just don't be wrong, or I'll make sure
you're the one wearing the tight leash.
Loose thread.
Possibly from clothes.
I'll have TMI add it to her list.
Can I interest you in a short stack of B-milks, Rosie?
Flapjacks?
This is 100% pure, unrefined Quebecan syrup.
The whole shipment's worth over 500 grand.
But that's not all you got.
Yes, I also found skin cells
belonging to a fellow named Mayer Monteverde.
Monte... Mo...
Monteverde.
Got no baby, no pancakes, and what is this,
a flight attendant's uniform for an Asian lady?
You wear this?
Hell, no!
But who are we to judge
what revs engines between the sheets?
Care to explain
why you have crates of this crap in your apartment?
This crap is worth a lot of money on the black market,
or so I heard.
Did you happen to hear anything about dead Vic and dead Roy
over a van full of your illegal nonsense?
No.
Oh, well, she forgot to tell you
that your DNA was all over the crime scene.
- Yeah. - That's not great for you.
Okay, first things first,
I am a stand-up guy.
I may work the black market like nobody's business,
but my merchandise harms no one.
Why sell drugs or weapons
when maple syrup retails for 13 times the price of crude?
Keep moving your mouth.
I admit it was my product at the crime scene.
But once Roy takes it off my hands,
I'm out the way.
If you're searching for a killer,
he's probably someone else's employee.
Actually...
We found this under a loose floor board in your apartment.
Tell me, Mayer,
does Marcelus hand those out as party favors?
Must have been a hell of a party,
because this thing...
is full.
We ran several tests on the empty case at the crime scene,
and we also...
Sorry, I got a flat.
You know those signs that say,
"Stop, severe tire damage" or whatever?
Turns out they're true.
You're here now.
So the case had traces of nine unrelated chemicals,
including coffee and starch.
Which means I don't think we're looking for cash.
I think it's time we find out what's inside this one.
It's where I come in.
Excuse me.
I'm just gonna drill this out.
Goo-goo!
Well, that makes no sense.
Hey, doesn't anyone here have a hundred dollar bill, anyone?
Do you have your wallet?
I'll pretend that you're directing that question to everyone.
Thank you.
Okay.
Hmm.
When I was in the FBI,
I had a friend who taught me a few things.
- Will you do the honors? - It would be my pleasure.
Black light my world.
Coffee and starch are ingredients in...
Ta-da!
Counterfeit currency.
Yeah.
That's a cool trick.
Can you do the one with the handkerchief in your sleeve?
What? It's not my money.
It's not your money because it's not money at all.
Pete, it's important that you...
Annalise, be quiet, please. I'm not finished.
Not now.
Bitch, I don't care
if you work for the president of the United States.
- All right. - You want to take this outside?
- I got it. - I don't need it.
All right, all right.
Okay, 'cause I'll pop that... give me two seconds!
I got to admit,
Marcelus has really stepped up his game, though.
I mean, buying real product with fake money
and then selling that product for real money...
that's top-notch.
Usually, black-market deals are impossible to trace.
I mean, he was home free
till you got caught burning the evidence.
'Cause now we know where he's buying it from
and who he's trying to sell it to.
You kind of messed up his whole thing.
I had no idea any of this was going on.
- You got to believe me. - Why are you looking at him so much?
Look, Pete, sometimes good people
make seriously bad decisions.
I think you're one of those people.
But this is where we draw the line.
On one side, you go on living your life.
On the other, you never walk out of here again.
So it's not too late to start telling us the truth.
I told you. I don't know anything.
I'm just a driver.
You don't get a prize
for being the world's dumbest criminal.
You're guilty, Pete.
Any minute now, we're gonna confirm that,
and it's gonna be too late for you to help yourself.
Does he look like he can swim?
'Cause, Pete, you're drowning right now.
And the only preserver is on my boat.
That was real tough to watch.
What do you got for me?
We analyzed the DNA from the crime scene, and...
And you might want to sit down.
Each and every one of these bad guys
were in that warehouse
around the time Vic and Roy were murdered.
Found their hair all over the place.
Which is a pretty cool trick,
considering all of them are serving time as we speak.
So our crime scene was salted?
Yes, with inmate hair. Collected by prison barbers.
In Daytona and Tampa and Gainesville.
The killer was covering their tracks.
Believe it or not,
I rolled in a board just like this once.
I had a pep in my step.
I thought I was this close to taking down Marcelus.
Salting... that's his M.O.
Marcelus did not hire a hit man for this.
He did this murder himself.
Okay, but if Marcelus is the new king of counterfeit,
why would he sabotage his own deal?
That's the next part of our puzzle.
I suggest you take all the pieces,
dump them on the table, and you put them together.
Because I would really hate to have to step in
and take it from you.
I'd love to see you try.
Careful what you ask for.
All right, so where does this leave us with Pete?
Vic had chronic obstructed pulmonary disease.
Analysis of these nodules reveal that the disease was caused
by airborne particles from printer ink...
a consequence of spending time making counterfeit currency.
Now, before you waste any more of our time
coming up with some stupid story,
know that we unlocked Vic's cellphone.
We got lots of chatter between you two in the last few weeks,
and that much talk is very unusual between Marcelus' employees.
The empty briefcase from the warehouse had a single blue strand.
Care to guess where that came from?
A currency security ribbon.
Which we found along with traces of all the raw supplies
and instructions needed to make the perfect counterfeit bill.
My guess, you and Vic were trying to screw over
one of the most powerful criminals in Miami
by selling his recipe out from under him.
What was your cut of the deal?
Come on, Pete.
The money, the power,
and none of it's gonna make the in-crowd go to your party.
Can you stop bringing up the high-school thing, please?!
Why? It's all connected, isn't it?
You're still trying to fit in.
I didn't want to be alone.
I lost my parents senior year, okay?
Car accident. I didn't tell anyone.
My uncle let me finish school with my friends.
Yeah, I did have a few friends, thank you very much.
I'm so sorry.
I had no idea.
Yeah.
There's a lot you don't know.
You're right.
But what I do know
is your DNA was nowhere the crime scene.
Look...
I don't think you did this.
But you have to help me out.
Vic was pissed.
Marcelus wasn't splitting the profits fairly.
He got fed up,
and he tried to sell his counterfeit recipe.
Then why not meet in private instead of staging some big deal?
That's the only chance we had to get away with it.
Marcelus is always watching.
Has everyone on GPS, guys watching guys,
cameras we don't even know about.
I just wanted enough money to start my life over.
I-I made a mistake.
One you can remedy right now.
Stomach contents show that Vic's last meal was at a Cuban café.
You want to tell us which one?
No, you don't want to go there.
That's where Marcelus' dealers go to pick up
the... the counterfeits.
It's dangerous.
It's for Daisie.
Uh, she says it, um... help my stamina.
You mean mental stamina, right?
Or I'm jumping out of the car.
- Oh. - Yeah, sure.
Okay.
According to Pete,
Marcelus' dealers would come to this cafe around noon.
30 minutes later,
they would come out with a briefcase.
How did they get the money?
- Who did they talk to? - He wasn't sure.
He said they used a-a secret passcode or something.
Pass the bag.
Wait a minute. You got that look.
There was a text message on Vic's cell
just before his last supper.
Looked like gibberish.
What if it wasn't?
Hmm.
You okay? You need some of this fake water?
Shh.
Got it. You're lucky this guy's a World War II buff!
This right here requires a cypher to decode it.
- It's a ROT-13. - Okay, less mystery, more password.
- I'll tell you inside. - You're not going inside.
I was born to go inside.
Stay here.
We need cover.
- Can I help you? - Yeah.
Dos pastelitos and an Americano, por favor.
If this was my operation, the baristas would be my gatekeepers.
So when ours gets back, give him the password,
maybe we get lucky and he'll bring us a briefcase.
"Americano" is the password.
Kindly come with me.
"Americano" was yesterday's word.
So before I kill you, tell me...
...who the hell are you?
One more time.
Who... are... you?
I'm a player in this game who's looking to diversify.
And word on the street is Marcelus is a counterfeit king.
Flawless product.
I'm willing to go Rita Coolidge on this deal.
Higher and higher, two for one, real for fake.
What do you think, Erin?
Should I trust these guys?
Let's say I like this deal and I take it
and leave Marcelus.
I'm gonna need some...
assurance.
What, you think we're cops?
Well, you wouldn't be the first ones
dumb enough to walk in here with some half-cocked plan.
Took my first life when I was 16.
Not with a gun, with a knife.
I like to look a man in the eye
when he takes his last breath.
It's personal, intimate,
and I want him to know who killed him.
I don't have to hide behind a mask.
You accuse me of being a cop again,
and our little honeymoon here
is gonna take a turn towards the tragic.
Don't forget you're in my world now.
And all I got to do is snap,
and I got five guys
ready to come in here and take you apart.
Man, I'll have my five fingers around your neck
before they get in here, so try me.
If you guys are done measuring,
I want to talk deal.
We'll talk deal when I see the real.
Now, take it off, sweetheart.
As much fun as it is playing dress-up...
...I have a one-time offer for you.
There's a dozen more briefcases where this one came from,
and if that goes well, a dozen more, so...
Relax, honey.
This is a big deal.
I was just doing a little logistic gymnastics in my head.
I'm in.
Let's go, let's go! Come on!
Send two detectives to 165 Cornish Street.
I'm gonna follow.
Copy, Detective. We'll dispatch.
If this thing goes wrong, they're dead.
Aren't you gonna say something?
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Calm and cool, just like me.
I'm Marcelus Vega.
Welcome to my humble abode.
Forgive the car show, but I do business where I live.
And people can't be privy to where I lay my head at night.
- You can't snitch on what you don't know. - Hmm.
Has that been a problem for you?
Well, let's just say
I've learned to keep my circle nice and tight.
Spirit?
No offense, but one sip of alcohol
sends my endorphins flying,
and my perception and my coordination goes.
And I need to be 100%.
You know, in case you and I have a...
a falling out.
No.
Me and you,
we're gonna be like brothers from different daddies.
Plus, you're in my house.
I don't get this place dirty.
Walk.
Oh.
This is an impressive operation.
It's taken me over a decade to perfect the recipe.
It's pristine.
Feels like the real thing, right?
Now smell it.
Come on, have a sniff.
Now it's his turn.
No, I'm good.
Run the greenback under your nose.
I said I'm good.
Inhale the sweet smell of my success.
We just had a falling out.
Let's go.
Hornstock for the win!
I'm impressed, too.
I appreciate it.
I'm impressed that even though
you sent a pathologist in to do a cop's work,
you still came out on top.
You must have a horseshoe shoved up somewhere.
I hate her.
Hornstock took our prize down to holding.
Okay, everybody, pull your lines up out of the water,
because we just caught the big fish.
And you know why we just caught the big fish?
Because teamwork...
- Say it with me, Agent Harrows. - Come on.
Wait, wait, wait for it, wait for it.
Makes the dream work!
It makes it work.
Feels good to say it.
It really does.
Who the hell are you?
Howard Godfrey.
Please release my client.
Excuse me?
- Marcelus Vega. - Get your feet off my desk.
Let me tell you something about your client.
He's been charged with a list of crimes so long,
you'd fall asleep before you reach the end of it.
Well, let me tell you the good news from me.
If I walk out of here with my client today, I win.
If I don't, I'll be living here tomorrow,
so I win again.
And I will gut this place down to the studs.
Your office will make for a very nice master bath.
You have no shot.
Your client is wanted by the FBI.
The Federal Bureau of Incompetence, ooh!
Forgive me if I'm not soiling myself.
You're in violation
of my client's Fourth Amendment rights,
and you know a Frank's hearing is going to show someone lied.
Lying is bad. Lying gets you personally sued.
See, our people were in danger, and we went in.
Nothing wrong with that.
Yeah, well, your people put themselves in danger
when they impersonated undesirables
and broke into my client's home.
No warrant means
they intentionally violated the Constitution.
So everything they saw, everything my client said,
none of it is admissible in court.
It's as if today never happened.
Unless...
you are trying to lose more money!
Because every minute my client is in custody,
the higher the damages.
You think we're gonna let you get away with this charade?
Charade?
Oh, you like games, do you?
Okay, let's... let's just play a little game.
It's called how much money will I win for my client
when I sue the city for harassment?
Sorry, Agent.
I cannot believe this is happening.
I have been looking for him for years.
We did catch him in a day, so...
Yeah, so maybe you should trust us on this.
Go ahead.
You can meet your client downstairs.
A pleasure doing business with you both.
Although it is hard to call it business
when it is this much fun!
Don't touch me.
Your mouth's saying no, but those eyes...
Mm!
We have Marcelus Vega in custody,
and you're just gonna let him walk out a free man?
You and I both know that little snake is right.
We don't have him. Look, he's fine.
We're gonna let him go. We're gonna put a tail on him.
Tail... that's your big plan, a tail?!
I'm not gonna let you lose him for me!
We're supposed to be a team on this.
This isn't about adding another notch to your win column.
No, it's not about that.
Oh. Oh, right.
The FBI has a vested interest, is that it?
Slade, do you have one of those people...
that kind of taught you everything that you know?
Made you want to be better,
do better in every way imaginable
because to let them down
would be somewhere beyond soul-crushing?
Do you have one of those people?
As a matter of fact, I do.
That's great, because Marcelus put a bullet
in the femoral artery of mine on purpose
so he could watch him bleed out
till his body went dry.
I-I don't know if I'm gonna be able to live with myself
if I knew that I caught the son of a bitch...
I had him right here, and then I just let him walk.
All right, let's go.
Something's not right.
The Marcelus we heard about can't be intimidated,
but we did.
He can't be seen, but we saw him.
So either those rumors about Marcelus were lies or...
You're gonna be fine.
...this wasn't Marcelus.
Unis just checked in. They said the grass
looked like a barber shop at closing time.
Another salted crime scene.
Just like the warehouse.
Captain, obviously, the guy who just got sniped is a...
- Decoy. Stop! - Excuse me, we need to do our job.
Oh, you'll do your job with the space I'm giving you.
What happened here, huh?
All these years working with criminals,
never got a little blood on your face?
Speaking of our dear departed friend over there,
does he have a name?
I'm sorry?
Stop it!
- Are you crazy? - Mm-hmm.
She's just putting pressure on the wound, stems the bleeding.
Exactly.
I want answers, and I'm gonna get 'em
'cause I got a lot more fingers ready to help me.
Okay!
Okay, okay.
Okay, don't cry.
Jude Manifort.
M-Marcelus hired him.
Set him up with a fake I.D., phony passport.
Yeah, while you, what, balance the books, huh, Howard?
I think now is the time you tell us who the real Marcelus is.
I don't know, I swear!
I swear.
I've only spoken to him on the phone. Twice.
Sure, sure.
Nobody knows who anyone is in your organization
because everyone wears a mask, right?
We've looked into you... you and your clients.
It's a real who's who of who cares.
Total lowlife losers from top to bottom.
Victor, our friend Pete, we got Mayer with the crates.
Oh, yeah, and then there's that side piece of yours, Erin.
My what?
The girl.
Maybe she was more than just arm candy.
It's man's one weakness.
It's just right after his toes curl,
he gets real chatty with secrets.
I had a friend tell me that one.
We'll have her picked up.
See if she has some answers.
Obstruction of justice.
It's gonna be real hard to practice law
with that kind of charge hanging over you.
This goes way beyond attorney/client privilege.
Marcelus... he liked no one and trusted no one.
Except for one guy.
Pete Harmon.
Man, that guy was genius, a rare gem...
and those are hard to find in the criminal world.
Marcelus... he kept him polished, close.
Basically wore the kid like a necklace.
He was his eyes and ears.
I spoke to Pete on behalf of Marcelus more than anyone.
Check his phone records. The kid's got, what,
15 calls a day coming in from different numbers?
He is not that popular, believe me.
They're all burner phones, all one and done.
And they're all Marcelus.
I'll admit, I'm... I'm impressed.
The way you led us around...
and made it seem like you really cared
about what was going on and that your friend had died.
You're a good actor.
Way I see it, you're still the same scared kid
who's in way over his head
and is desperate to figure a way out of here.
I mean, it's still not too late, Pete.
You have about four minutes to change your mind
and start talking.
Hmm?
Last call.
Don't let your parents down.
Pete's been feeding Marcelus intel
since you let him take that field trip to the lab.
By now, he's got his feet up in a hammock,
he's on white-sand beaches, and he's laughing at us.
Yeah, just because some slimy lawyer
takes a shot to the shoulder and decides to come clean
doesn't mean he's telling the truth.
Should I move out the way?
I want to skip the excuses and the "woe is me" bit
that I'm sure you have at the ready
and just tell me, what was in it for you?
The big house, the fancy clothes?
I know it's all nice,
but I'm not sure I would date a fraud for it.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Honey, your guy was a decoy.
He was a fake.
You never met the real Marcelus.
You really didn't know?
Look, I get it.
Why make a fuss when your life is easy?
You're dipping in pools
while everyone around you is dying.
I didn't know all this was going on!
So you what?!
You thought this guy
was the employee of the month at Beefsteak Charlie's?
Come on! Look at me!
Hey, look at me. Start talking.
Okay, I... I knew that he was into some illegal stuff, okay,
but that's all I know.
I never asked questions.
And everyone who did business with Marcelus,
they... they wore a mask.
Hides behind a mask.
I think I know a way for the real Marcelus to reveal himself.
You don't want anything in that machine.
Trust me.
I'm actually a doctor. Beaumont Rosewood.
That's how I know
that the enlarged lymph nodes in your neck
and the bags under your eyes and the dryness in your mouth
are side effects from Ambien.
Been having problems sleeping?
Sometimes.
I know being in Marcelus' orbit
may seem like an easy existence, but...
it can cause damage.
Yeah.
I assume this bruise on your shoulder is one of many.
I can't tell you who he is.
You don't have to. I already know.
Same what I know what pills you were popping.
I know that Pete was taking benzodiazepine for his anxiety.
He's never been comfortable in his own skin.
He hides behind a persona, hides behind a mask.
Makes him feel strong.
But you're much stronger than he is.
And I know that you kn...
He'll kill me.
You'll have protection.
Please.
You're the only person that can help us solve this.
You have a choice.
You're making a huge mistake.
Shut up!
Calm down! Calm down!
We got a problem.
He...
He went for my gun.
He killed himself?! How are you that incompetent?!
How could that guy get your gun?!
Where did you get your training from?
I mean, my God!
Do you know what this means for us?
Everything you are is...
- ...bad news... - You are nothing!
This could ruin the whole case!
I understand you've been through a lot,
but you're gonna get through this.
How do you know that? You don't even know me.
You're right, I don't.
But I do know that
there are a lot of great people inside this building
who are gonna be able to protect you.
Listen, Pete took a wrong turn
that didn't work out so well for him, but...
you still have time to make things right.
Cantina Cuba, 165 Cornish Street.
Thank you.
Good news.
That little problem I had?
He won't be an issue anymore.
Unfortunately, it's not all smooth sailing,
especially once they discover
that what they found at the house was just a decoy.
Move it... immediately.
I want it all out of the Vizcaya warehouse
and on the boat before I call again.
Yes. To the Caymans.
Uh, driver?
- Where are we going? - Sorry, ma'am, I just realized
I forgot something at the precinct.
Oh, son of a...
Bitch, right?
You of all people
should never judge a book by its cover.
Hornstock never shot Pete.
My little story about Pete's pills...
also lies.
You think you're gonna get away with this, Pete?
Because I'm locked up?
I have eyes everywhere.
Why don't you just drop the tough-guy bit?
You should be happy for yourself.
Because honestly, up until the very end,
you almost walked out of here.
Then I was thinking, why would Marcelus wear a mask?
Is it because he's afraid people might find out who he is?
Or is it because she's afraid
that people won't respect or fear a woman?
We both know that you don't take Ambien.
Those marks on your neck are from an allergy to Polyester,
which is what the mask was made of.
You went to the meeting with Vic in Roy's place,
and you found out what he was trying to do.
So you had to stop it.
I mean, you've worked so hard that you wouldn't let anyone
just come in and take it all from you.
When we found out Roy had drugs in his system,
we knew he didn't shoot anybody.
It's tough being a woman in the crime world,
so you lied.
The problem was
you didn't count on me and Pete going way back.
Thought he'd be easy to frame.
You know, I understand your choices, Erin.
When I was 13, my dad taught me
how to knock a guy out in one punch
and run a pool hall in one hour.
I could have schemed and intimidated a lot of people,
just like you.
But I don't want to live behind a mask.
Cuff her real tight.
Ma'am.
Up against the wall, Pete, hands behind your back.
Oh, I can't wait to see you later.
How you want to handle this?
I could just drag him out of here right now.
Villa.
I... I'll take a minute.
Okay.
Um...
Thanks for, um...
thanks for coming through when it really mattered, Pete.
Least I could do.
Sorry I wasn't nicer back then.
If I had known that about your parents, I wouldn't...
That was...
that was a long time ago, Annalise.
Now I have to pay for my sins.
It's not a life sentence.
There's still time to make this right.
Watch your head.
Glad you finally hooked your white whale.
I'm just glad you didn't blow it for me.
You see how much better it is when we work together?
All right, guys, have a good night.
She gets in our way the whole investigation.
And she shows up just in time
to march away with all the glory.
Yeah.
Yeah, at least we never have to see her again.
No better way to celebrate a victory
other than with a tall glass of calcium
mixed with a splash of vitamin D.
It's milk.
So let me guess.
Uh, let's see... so Hornstock hates coconut water,
TMI still has four bald tires
on that death trap she's driving.
You guys all got tested, didn't you?
For my transplant?
Yes, fine, okay.
Just... don't make a big deal about it.
Oh, it's a big deal.
Don't be mad at me.
This is a grand gesture,
all your friends coming to help you out.
You should be moved.
I'm moved.
And since it's meddling in other people's business day,
I want to know the real reason why you didn't go to prom.
And don't give me this
"because I wasn't into it" stuff.
- I want the goods. - Oh, you want the goods.
I want all the goods.
Two nights before prom...
I came home after curfew and tried to sneak in.
Instead, I...
I found two guys my dad had taken for a ride...
going after my mom for the money.
I had to fight them off...
until the cops showed up.
After that, I didn't feel like...
It's okay, it's okay, Villa.
I'm sorry you had to go through that.
Thank you.
- You see? - Hmm?
Teamwork does make the dream work.
Enough talking.
Damn, I picked the wrong job.
If I could just print my salary,
ooh, I don't know what I would do.
I'd probably fly you to Positano
and take you to Ristoranti Giovanni
overlooking the Tyrrhenian Sea at sunset.
'Cause it's like the most romantic...
spot...
That I've ever been.
But we are gonna go Dutch tonight,
'cause I'm still paying off my student loans, right?
Hey, Doc, I'm listening.
Talk to me.
So what does that mean?
Okay, thanks for the call.
I'll pay you a million fake dollars
if you tell me what he just told you.
I'll tell you for free.
Is it good?
I have a match.
Oh!
Oh, my gosh, I can't believe it.