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The memory replays like a hallucination.

So, she's somewhere else, and she's stabbing someone else?

Heroin? I would sleep with guys for fixes.

Cora's my wife. What did you do to her?

You don't know shit, do you?

Don't you...

Cora, God doesn't listen.

She disappeared in July, 2012.

But two months later, she turned up out of nowhere

at a detox center in Poughkeepsie.

I want you to show me how you shoot up.

You don't know how to do it, do you?

It's not true.

None of that, that you thought you went through, was true.

Then what happened to me?

How are you feeling today, Cora?

Look, all I did was sit down and try to talk to this guy.

And then out of nowhere, he comes and he attacks me.

And he, he's like this.

The guy is like this. He's done it before.

All witnesses at the bar say that you provoked him.

No. This guy did something to my wife.

Okay? This whole thing is because of him.

So, do you know Cora Tannetti?

Yeah. From the news.

So, you've never had direct contact with Mrs. Tannetti?

Well, I wish I did. She seems like a fascinating woman.

He is a drug dealer, okay?

He deals cocaine. He deals heroin.

I don't understand. Just charge him,

and then you get him to talk about Cora.

They know each other. Okay?

They know each other.

Cora told you his name, the car that he drives.

It's him.

How did you know she told us that?

Shit.

That thing you said to her husband? Yeah.

"She still like three guys at once?"

Right.

That's an odd thing to say, considering you've never met her.

I was inspired.

Women inspire me.

You know what the real odd thing is?

Cora Tannetti mentioned your name.

Well, she's not exactly the most reliable source, is she?

That's good.

This is Mr. Lambert's lawyer, Mr. Herting.

I don't understand why my client was held overnight.

You realize he suffers from Lyme disease?

That's a health hazard.

We're done here pretty much, anyway. He's all yours.

The lawyer, you know this guy?

Hedge fund type runs over a pedestrian? He comes and defends him.

Scumbag millionaire's his thing.

So J.D. brings a gun to a knife fight.

More like a cannon, piece of shit.

Lieutenant Ambrose, I...

I misjudged which information should and should not

be shared with Mason Tannetti, and I'm, I'm really sorry.

Personal relationships can't interfere with work.

You know that. Yes, sir.

Just make sure he keeps his head down.

Yes, sir.

You know my favorite thing about our dear neighbor Kevin's girlfriend?

I've seen her with another boy.

Drops her off down the block.

And then she walks over to Kevin's.

She's a shameless harlot.

You know what that means? Stop.

Kevin's fair game.

And I could watch it all from here.

Cora, you won't even think about it?

How about that?

Her boobs are weird.

How is anybody supposed to actually want that?

If you weren't such a prude, maybe you'd find out.

You're so mean sometimes. Well, you're annoying.

You can go out, do anything you want,

but you'd rather stay home and pretend you're a nun.

I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you.

Is Mason right? Is J.D. Lambert part of this?

Cora, you're gonna have to trust me if I'm gonna help you.

I lost my virginity to him.

Did he ever hurt you?

I don't think so.

Is he the one that shot you up?

No. We did drugs together, but not heroin.

He was the one I was with on Fourth of July weekend.

He was the blond guy at Carl's Taproom.

So there was no pregnancy, no suicide attempt, there was no Frankie.

There was just... J.D. Lambert. At that bar, that night.

And then

we drove to somebody's house.

Like I told you.

What happened there?

I had sex. And I, I don't know who with.

And... And then it just all goes blank.

What's the next thing you do remember?

Waking up in the street.

In Poughkeepsie? Two months later.

Holy shit.

Why can't I remember?

Hi. Dr. Chang.

What do I have to do to hear back from you?

Hi. I got your voicemails.

Oh, good. And so... Look.

When you start bringing in fringe psychology

like hypnosis and recovered memories into a case,

judges just roll their eyes.

So, I'm not sure what your angle is.

But you did that memory recovery stuff

back at Berkeley, didn't you?

Sometimes real memories are recovered.

Sometimes, it's just the patient's imagination.

We can't tell the difference.

Look, Cora Tannetti had some very significant trauma

that she can't remember, and it's in there. It's in there somewhere.

I don't work with people who are unstable. They can get re-traumatized.

You know her case.

She's got nothing else going for her. Right?

Okay.

Talk to her today. Let's get it started.

Hey.

Hey.

Detective Ambrose told me what happened last night. Are you all right?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

So you and J.D. talked? Yeah.

We dated for a few months before I met you.

That's all that it was.

And I didn't tell you because

maybe he did something to me.

I just, I'm not sure and I can't remember.

What do you mean you can't remember?

I just can't.

I'm trying.

Detective Ambrose is trying to figure it out.

Cora, why are you talking to him?

These cops don't give a shit about you.

Trust me. All they want to do is put you away.

No, no, he's helping me.

No, that's what he's telling you.

But he's sitting on J.D. and he's gonna turn on you.

I know how these guys are.

Just...

Just... You can't... You can't say anything to them.

You understand?

You all right?

Yeah, I just left my glasses. It's fine.

Oh, look at this. And fries.

Is this how you remember it?

It's nice of you to bring me here.

Thank you.

I was trying to remember the first time we came here.

We were driving back from White Plains.

Right.

After we found out about the baby. About Mel?

Mmm.

Oh.

Right.

You saw this place and you pulled in, you sat me in the sun.

You ordered lobster.

You knew exactly what I needed.

And then you said...

"When you're ready, we can try again."

I'm sorry I didn't remember that.

It's all right.

Two sessions, a few days apart so you can recover.

That's all I've got.

Detective Ambrose requested this?

Yes. He also wants transcripts of the sessions,

which requires your consent.

Personally, I don't recommend any of this.

Revisiting trauma can be destabilizing.

I wanna try it.

This is like a guided meditation.

I'm going to be talking to you throughout.

You just let the images come to you,

and we'll see what happens.

Okay, close your eyes.

Deep breath in.

Let it out.

In.

Out.

Imagine you're standing on the edge of a body of water.

I'm going to count down from ten.

As I do, you're going to walk into the water.

Ten. Nine. The water is warm at your feet.

Eight, seven, six.

You're descending deeper.

Five. Four. You're almost in.

Three.

Two.

You can breathe.

You're safe.

Now...

Let the first memory of July 3rd, 2012, come to you.

What do you see?

I think it's a water tower,

in the distance, on the top of a hill.

Where are you?

I can't move my feet.

I'm stuck.

It's like a... A swamp...

In the woods or something.

How do you feel in this place?

Hopeless.

Like I may never get out.

Okay, let's move on.

Let's go to a moment that you enjoyed that night.

Try to find a moment of pleasure.

I'm kissing J.D.

And?

And he tastes like gasoline.

Where are you?

We're at the bar. By the Taproom.

That's right. She's there, too.

Who? Maddie.

J.D.'s ex.

She hates me.

Why? Because of him.

J.D. has, has a plan.

- And she's in on it. DR. - What's the plan?

I don't know. They're not telling me.

I'm confused. Now I'm waiting for the bus.

I'm a... And I'm, I'm a kid.

It left me.

I'm sorry. I'm not sure why this is coming up.

It's okay. The mind makes associations, like in a dream.

It doesn't always make sense.

Try going back to that night.

Gasoline.

Oh, they're siphoning gas because J.D.'s on empty.

He always keeps a gas can behind the front seat of his car,

and it always rattles when he drives.

Where are you going? I don't know.

I shouldn't go.

"Shouldn't"? Why?

I know what you're doing, so you can just stop.

What am I doing?

You're trying to get rid of me.

And then you're just gonna go meet up with him anyway.

You want me to die.

Something's wrong with her.

Cora!

Why won't you go to her?

Cora!

Because I hate her.

I wanna hold her underwater.

And I wanna break her into pieces.

Why?

Because she won't let me go.

That's Madeline Beecham.

She's 21 years old. No current address.

And she's mentioned in J.D.'s vice file.

Because her landlord reported a theft and blamed J.D.

and Madeline, also known as Maddie.

Okay. And?

And... We're tracking down the landlord.

But from what Cora said in her session,

on July 3rd, 2012, she started out at Carl's Taproom.

This we knew, right? But she was with J.D. and Maddie.

They siphoned gas into this can

that he keeps behind his front seat, right?

It's one of those emergency things...

A thin one that looks like a briefcase.

How many gallons does that hold? One gallon worth of gas.

J.D. drives a 1983 SUV. Fourteen miles a gallon, tops.

Okay? So 14 miles in any direction from that bar.

And their second destination that night

is somewhere inside that circle.

All right?

Now Cora said that she remembers a water tower in the woods.

There are two water towers inside that circle.

And the one in the woods is right there.

The, uh... The shrink said that these memories are real?

All of it? Yeah.

Okay, some of them. Hopefully.

So, shall we go?

So she has this memory, maybe...

Right. Of a water tower.

Maybe of a night, where maybe something happens to her

that maybe made her kill some dude.

I'm not getting Lyme disease from all these "maybes."

So you can pick me up after you do all this.

There you go. Okay.

Hey. Is J.D. in?

He's not here. He won't be back till tonight.

Did you text him?

No. Shit. That was stupid.

Who are you? Oh, sorry, I'm Mike.

I know J.D. through Jordan and his girlfriend.

Well, listen, I was heading out of town

and I was hoping to pick up some supplies before I left.

I don't know if that's anything you could help me with or...

I'm just trying to beat the traffic.

So hard.

Great. Thanks.

Smells good. Thanks.

So, how do you know Jordan?

You know, I forgot how. Just from around, you know.

We know a lot of the same people in common.

So, what exactly did you want?

Oh, yeah, just blow. Yeah. Maybe three, if you got it.

Okay, stay here. No problem.

So, you grew up here, too?

Yeah. In Dorchester. Hmm.

Are you sure we never met? You look really familiar.

No. I mean, I don't go out much or anything, so...

Yeah. Me neither since the baby.

Oh, yeah, right.

That'll be 250.

No problem.

Hey, babe. I texted you. Your friend Mike's here.

Mike?

Like "Rocking Chair Mike" from the antique store?

No, Jordan's friend.

No, Jordan's been rolling in the same crew since high school.

I know them all. There's no Mike.

So I don't know who the hell's in our house,

but you better tell him to get the hell out right now.

Get over here now.

Who are you?

I told you, I'm Mike. You know, I'm friends with Jordan.

What do you want? Nothing. Here. Here's your money.

Put it on the table. On the table! Okay.

It's all there. No problem.

Get out. Get out! Get out of my house!

Okay. It's all good. Sorry.

- So you knew both Maddie and J.D.? - I did.

She rented the back house for about six months.

You pressed charges against them both and dropped them. Why?

I decided I wanted to be done with the whole thing.

So, you knew Maddie a little better than you knew J.D.

She would come over knocking, in tears,

late at night, wanting advice.

I took an interest.

So, how much of an interest?

We became involved.

I wasn't looking for it.

And J.D.?

They told me that polyamory was their thing,

and I believed them.

Did they fleece someone new?

This is a murder investigation.

Did he kill her? Why do you ask?

He had this control over her.

When I said to Maddie

I thought maybe J.D. had stolen my things, she panicked.

She cried. She begged me not to confront him.

A few weeks later, she was gone.

Moved out? No, she was gone.

But her makeup, her clothes, her jewelry, she left them. She left them all.

And when was this?

2012.

Fourth of July weekend.

What's going on?

What are you doing? I don't want this.

Listen, I bought it... Put that away. Put that away.

I bought it from his girlfriend. Her prints are all over it.

And I recorded the whole conversation.

You can arrest her, or him, or something.

I should have known better. What are you talking about?

This is what you do. You use people.

Yeah, it's even worse if you don't remember.

Cat, what do you mean? I wasn't using you.

We were having fun.

You screw me in the photo lab and then you wouldn't look at me in public.

So, no, no, that wasn't fun.

This is some crazy, illegal shit you're pulling.

Okay? You could get...

You could get me fired and get yourself killed, so just stop!

I'm your neighbor.

Yeah, I know.

So?

I was wondering about something.

Well? Go ahead.

I had two orgasms.

Tell me everything.

So...

Hi, Cora.

Detective Ambrose would like to sit in this session.

I've made it clear I don't approve, but ultimately, the choice is yours.

You gave us some good pieces of the puzzle last time and I thought

if I could be here, maybe I could head us to some of the missing pieces.

You don't need to be polite.

It's just private.

I don't know what we're gonna find when we do this

and you could use it against me.

I'm on your side. I think I've proved that already.

Why do you care so much? It's just,

I can see some light at the end of all this

if you just trust me.

No. It's not good enough.

I am showing you everything.

You at least have to tell me why.

Um...

Maybe it's that swamp, you know, that you described in your last session.

How you felt like you were gonna be stuck there forever.

I know that swamp.

Okay.

Any comments you want to make, you write them down. No talking.

Sure.

Exhale.

You're standing at the edge of a body of water.

Ten.

Nine, eight.

Seven, six, five.

Feel the water hold you up as you sink deeper.

I don't... I don't understand. Maddie's touching me.

Where are you? I'm on the dance floor.

She can barely stand up.

I don't wanna go but Maddie's already in the truck.

Why don't you wanna go?

Because something horrible's gonna happen. I can feel it.

Where are they going?

I'm not sure.

I can't breathe. My heart.

You're okay. Everything's okay.

They poisoned me.

I wanna go home.

What's that?

It's a searchlight.

They're looking for us. How did you get that...

Who? Can you see them?

They're hunting us.

Why are they hunting you?

Oh, my God!

I don't know.

Something we did.

I don't understand what's happening.

It's the school bus again.

The same school bus as before?

Yeah, and it's... Don't worry about the school bus.

Just... Where did you go with Maddie?

Are you coming?

She wants me to come to the basement.

Where are you?

I'm in the house, I think.

The one we drove to from the bar.

What are you feeling?

It's the song from the beach.

Okay. Let's just ease off.

I don't wanna do this anymore!

I can't do it. You can. You can. You're right there.

Just a little bit closer.

Just a little bit more.

There's a light at the bottom of the stairway.

Go down there.

I don't wanna go.

That's what you did, though, isn't it?

I'm sick. I feel sick. Just stay with it.

We need to stop this right now.

I don't wanna do it. I can't do it anymore.

You can. Just...

I can't do it anymore.

Push through.

Just breathe right now.

Focus on the breath. Easy.

You have to go now.

So, you have no idea who he is?

No. No, he's wearing a mask and it's covering his whole head.

And there was this wallpaper.

Old-fashioned.

Like the design on a dollar bill.

And it's, it's everywhere.

It's on every wall.

So... Okay.

Wallpaper, a guy in a mask.

That's everything, nothing else?

Yeah, that's it.

Do you treat everybody like this or is it just me?

What?

I'm trying to answer all of your questions.

I'm spilling my guts,

and you just act like nothing is good enough.

Look, uh...

I appreciate...

You're being very candid.

I know. I...

So, I thank you.

And you're married?

Trying.

Please don't give up on me.

I won't.

13-A? Put her in A.

All right. Come on.

What are you doing up? Are you all right? Don't go over there, Dad.

Well, Dede called. Water's pouring out from under the sink

and she can't figure out how to turn it off.

Please. Don't go.

Right. Go to sleep. This is nothing to get upset over.

I was thinking we could keep our separate lives.

You know? Uh-huh!

Do the things we wanna do, our own things.

Uh-huh.

And then come back home,

together, but not needing so much.

Sure. I think you should take that trip.

You should...

I think you should go wherever you wanna go.

We should still go somewhere together, too, though.

Don't you think?

Harry?

Um...

Harry.

Just hold on a minute.

Harry.

Harry!

Detective Ambrose. You need to see this.