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Why can't I remember?

How are you feeling today, Cora?

There was this wallpaper,

like the design on a dollar bill.

It's on every wall.

You'll be sentenced in two weeks' time.

With no right to appeal.

These proceedings are concluded.

So, we just got the car

that Mason Tannetti saw at the crime scene,

reported stolen last week in Trenton.

Two passengers, probably Oxy users.

This girl, she got pregnant.

She wanted to name the baby Winter.

But J.D., he didn't want to be a father.

Maddie, getting pregnant doesn't make you matter.

Neither does jumping in front of a car.

Tod, this is Cora.

Me and him have been talking about working on a project together.

I can't breathe. Okay...

My heart... You're okay. Everything's okay...

No, no, the pill. They poisoned me. No, you're just peaking.

Are you coming? Cora... are you coming?

Hey, help me!

Breathe!

It was Phoebe. It was Phoebe all along.

I tried to take her home.

I knew something was going to happen. I knew it.

It's not your fault.

I should have stopped it.

Cora, it's not your fault.

It wasn't Frankie's fault, either.

He was trying to save her life.

I killed him.

What about what happened after?

The scars on your arms?

The man with the mask?

I don't know.

I'm going to find a witness who was there.

Now we have a motive. You have a defense.

Okay. Come on. You're going to be okay.

I don't see why this is necessary.

- Check the plastic board there. - All right.

Was there ever any wallboard in this room?

Any wallpaper?

No.

No, it's been the same since I started here.

See it?

Yeah, let's check the other room. Okay.

Just saw his wife.

Tod Richter died two years ago.

Kidney cancer.

Okay. He could still be our masked man though, right?

July 5th, two days after the basement business,

Richter whisked his wife off

to the Caribbean to renew their vows.

They stayed a month.

Oh, shit. Okay.

That's our last chance.

Maybe the two guys knocked off Lambert

because he knew something.

Already on it.

The car was stolen in Trenton.

So I had the toll interchange

do a video match on the license plate.

Good.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

Tell me.

Tell me.

I don't remember.

Good girl.

A lot of DNA in that basement, none of it Cora Tannetti's.

We did get a DNA match on the body, though.

It actually is Phoebe Lacey.

That's not enough, but...

We'll find something, though.

Thanks.

Tollbooth got a hit.

Called Albany vice. They know the guy on the right.

Daniel Burroughs, a.k.a. Duffy. Did you get an address?

No, but Duffy rented a 15-passenger van

two days ago on his mileage-plus card.

Let's put out an APB.

Yeah, did that already, too.

Code five on a white, late-model multi-passenger van,

license plate 7-Gary-6024.

Vehicle spotted at 3342, route nine.

Four-five is en route.

Suspect has entered a storefront.

Sign outside says American Medical Clinic.

Is he still in there?

Yes, sir. And I'm not sure what's going on.

I'm waiting for backup.

God damn it.

Hey, this is a private business. You got to leave.

Okay.

What kind of business you got here?

Dude, I just said get the hell out of here.

All right, ladies, the bus is leaving.

Duffy?

Daniel Burroughs?

Suspect's down! Go to your left, go to your left!

Secure the clinic! I got it, I got it!

Clear here! Clear over here.

Dispatch, we got shots fired, Broadway and Division.

So, you take the girls to the clinics,

they get the prescriptions,

then you drive them to the pharmacies.

They get 50 bucks and we get the bottle.

Who writes the scrips? J.D.

He's the one with their license number.

So, why kill him?

I didn't kill anybody. That was Duffy.

He got nervous.

J.D. being picked up

and then his woman getting busted.

He thought J.D. was gonna use him as a bargaining chip.

All right and then so... He's lying.

Who hired you? What?

To kill J.D. Look, I told you I didn't kill him.

Was it somebody at the Beverwyck Club? The what club?

Harry.

We're done.

You get any leads on Cora Tannetti from our suspect?

Nope.

Three doctors. California, Texas, Ohio.

Each defrauded of their license number in the past month.

That's it.

Well, you busted a local opioid ring.

So, that's something to be proud of on a Tuesday.

Look, I'm sorry the Tannetti angle didn't work out.

It was still good police work.

There's a connection there.

Has to be.

I'm still looking.

It's just I thought

that those two guys were going to be the missing piece,

but they weren't.

And I...

Let's just go through it all again

and something will come up, I'm sure.

Why can't we just tell Judge Baird what happened to me?

We need a witness,

or your story doesn't hold up.

My sentencing is tomorrow.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Tannetti! Visitor.

I didn't think you would come.

Your father convinced me.

I want to tell you what happened to Phoebe.

So...

I took her out that night and I don't regret it.

Because...

she met a boy and she fell in love.

They danced.

They had sex.

And she died in his arms

exactly the way that she wanted.

You're disgusting.

I've never seen her happier than that night.

Phoebe was buried in the woods.

In the dirt... Alone.

Was that what she wanted?

Why didn't you call the police when we didn't come home?

Why didn't you look for us?

We thought you ran away.

You think I didn't hear you whispering about Florida?

Planning your escape,

like I was some sort of monster,

turning Phoebe against me.

We just wanted to live.

That's all it was.

And look at you now. Just look what you've done to yourself.

I'm more free now than I ever was with you.

Cora Tannetti murdered a perfect stranger without provocation.

We see no need not to prosecute

to the fullest extent of the law.

Miss Hutchins, does your client

wish to address the court?

No, your Honor.

I would give anything to go back to that day on the beach

and undo all of this.

I'm sorry that I took your son from you.

I am not a killer.

That is not who I am.

But somebody took my sister and buried her in the woods.

And they kept me in a room for months.

And I don't even know what they did to me and they're out there.

Mrs. Tannetti... They are still out there.

Mrs. Tannetti, I realize that this is an emotional moment.

But you've waived your right to a trial.

I'm sorry, I can't consider your defense here.

While the defendant has pled guilty

and shows remorse for her crime,

a realistic course for her rehabilitation is unclear.

In order to effectuate justice for the victim and his family,

I hereby sentence the defendant, Cora Elizabeth Tannetti,

to be remanded to the Department of Corrections

for a minimum sentence of 30 years.

That concludes these proceedings.

All rise.

Harry.

Yeah?

Why don't you come over and have dinner with us tonight?

Working on my osso buco.

No, thanks. I'm good.

You go ahead.

This is the fourth goddamn barbecue they've stolen.

Who's they? Junkies.

How do you know they're junkies?

Because who else would steal a friggin' barbecue

four times in a row?

Can you describe your barbecue for me, sir?

Yeah, it's a Napoleon stainless steel

- with a side burner. - Side burner.

Hey.

Hey, honey.

Hey, baby.

He's so big.

Keep your hands on the table.

There you are.

Look at this. I can do that sideways.

You can do whatever you want.

I can make enough to... Watch this.

His teacher says he's doing really good in school now.

Yeah?

His spelling is good, his handwriting is good.

But he doesn't really like listening to authority.

Which I thought sounded kind of familiar.

Again. It's okay.

Was it a good idea to be bringing him here?

I mean, I just don't want to hurt him any more than I already have.

It's a good idea.

He needs his mom.

But if it's easier to move on...

for him, for both of you.

We're going to come back next week

and every Thursday after that.

That's what we're going to do.

Okay?

Miss Beecham? I'm Detective Lieutenant Harry Ambrose.

This must be Winter.

I'm not Miss Beecham anymore. Maddie Beecham?

You're a hard woman to find.

But there's only one other baby named Winter

on the birth registry.

It's up in Buffalo, so I thought I'd try here first.

Can I help you?

You know we opened a missing persons file on you.

Can I ask you why you left and changed your name?

I was in a toxic relationship.

J.D. Lambert?

You were at the Beverwyck Club

on July 3rd, 2012, Miss Beecham?

You were there with Cora Lacey and her sister Phoebe.

What do you remember about that night?

J.D. and I had a fight,

and I left before everyone else.

I got on a bus the next morning to my cousin's, to Vermont.

I had to get away from him.

Did you ever hear from J.D. after that night?

He...

He wouldn't stop calling.

He threatened me.

He said that he would find me.

And then he apologized and...

asked me to be part of a new business opportunity.

What kind of opportunity?

He was selling Oxy.

J.D.'s selling pills.

It started after that night?

Hello, doctor's office.

Dr. Strauss, please. Who's calling?

Detective Ambrose, from Dorchester, New York.

Let me see if he's available. Thank you.

Thank you. Thanks, Your Honor.

Hello, Harry.

I hope you recognize this place.

I have a right to call my lawyer.

Sir, we're asking you to step outside! No, I won't step out...

It's okay.

Go ahead. Take a look around.

Hello?

Dad.

I need help with something.

Something terrible has happened.

Where are you?

I'm at the Beverwyck. Please come.

What?

No, no, no. Hold on, I'll be right there.

What's wrong?

Frankie?

Dad.

Are you all right?

It wasn't my fault.

What happened?

I don't know. Um...

She had, like, a heart attack.

I tried to do CPR but she just...

broke.

This girl has a pulse.

Yeah, she freaked out.

She attacked Frankie. She attacked me.

Who is this?

J.D. He's, he's a friend.

We have to get her to the hospital.

Frankie, they're going to tell the police.

- It was an accident! - Yeah?

You want to try to convince them of that?

You go to the police, I'm going to tell them exactly what happened.

And what is that?

That your son was balls deep

in this very sick girl,

both of them high on pills when she died.

Maybe that's an accident, maybe not. All I know is it doesn't look good.

Frankie, go home.

Take your car and drive straight home.

What are you going to do?

Go, just go!

Go!

All right, that's good enough.

Now, get out of here. I'll take care of the rest.

Whatever you say, man.

I want her out of this house. We can't do that.

You can drop her at the hospital.

You want her talking to the police about last night?

Well, then what the hell do you intend to do with her?

Oh, my God.

Don't look at this. The less you know, the better.

Get him ready.

Ready for what? You're flying back to L.A. today.

Come on, let's get you in the shower.

Come on.

How are you feeling today?

All right. Easy.

It's okay.

Shh.

What the hell are you doing here? I'm just checking in.

Make sure everything was good on your end.

And I wanted to ask you something.

A favor.

- ...is sending... - ...his restaurant, ink,

Michael Voltaggio finds the debate hypocritical.

Weather is making news tonight...

Still nothing? No.

That poor girl.

Her poor parents. Small but meaningful...

Once she's healed, I'll drop her somewhere.

Maybe she won't remember.

The military's oldest medal.

What if she does?

Into antique shops, into the hands of collectors...

Ow!

Tell me what you remember.

Please.

Tell me what you remember.

You all right?

Where am I?

Those stolen license numbers,

they were all from colleagues of Dr. Belmont.

J.D. was blackmailing him all along.

It was you.

I remember your eyes.

I know you did it for your son.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay, I got her. Thanks.

You know, when I first interviewed you at the station,

the way you were blaming yourself...

I realized it felt familiar.

Because I do that, too.

The thing is, you're...

What somebody did to us when we were young...

I know it wasn't our fault.

I know we didn't do anything wrong.

But somehow, I...

I don't know what to do with it all.

And he leaves her in a back alley

in Poughkeepsie as if she were a bag of trash.

From that moment forward, Cora goes through life

believing not only that she is a heroin addict,

but that she is responsible for her sister's death.

Despite all of this, despite all of the abuse,

by Patrick Belmont,

by J.D. Lambert, by her own family...

does she give up?

No. No.

She gets clean.

She gets married.

She has a beautiful son.

She lives a normal life,

free of violence, free of her past.

Until, one happy day, at the beach with her family,

she sees Frankie Belmont sitting on the towel next to hers.

And that's when it all comes rushing back.

This is a unique moment

in my time in this privileged position.

Given this new evidence,

I find that the defendant, Cora Tannetti,

acted under the influence of extreme emotional disturbance.

I hereby reduce the conviction from murder in the second degree

to manslaughter in the first degree.

And rather than spend another day in prison,

I hereby order Mrs. Tannetti to be transferred

to a secure psychiatric facility.

Her case will be reviewed every two years,

with the possibility of release

if she's determined no longer

to be a danger to herself or others.

Please rise.

What? I'm proud of you.

You look happy.

Maybe.

Yeah.

Two years, I bet, and you're out.

And I'll check in on you from time to time.

Make sure they're treating you right.

It's going to be okay.

Thank you.

Mmm.

We're very pleased with the ruling.

The court recognized that Mrs. Tannetti's actions

were not with intent to harm,

but the result of psychological trauma.

We'll be making sure that she is given adequate care

and is released as soon as possible.

We'd like to give the Tannetti family

appropriate space and time

to process these developments.