All language subtitles for The Sinner S01E08 REPACK HDTV SVA-AFG-MeGusta-PSA

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.

Todd, this is Cora.

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

I can't breathe! My heart!
You're ok.

Everything's ok. Everything's ok.

No, no, don't, I know 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 gonna 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,
but I killed him.

What about what happened after?

The scars on your arms?

The man with the mask?

I don't know.

I'm gonna find a witness who was there.

Now we have a motive and
you have a defense.

Ok. Come on.
You're gonna be ok.

I don't see why this is necessary.

Was there ever any
wallboard in this room?

Any wallpaper?
No.

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

Just saw his wife.

Todd Ritger died 2 years ago,
kidney cancer.

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

July 5th, 2 days after
the basement business,

Ritger whisked his wife off
to the Caribbean to renew their vows.

They stayed a month.

Aw, shit.

Ok.

That's our last chance.

Maybe the two guys knocked off Lambert

'cause he knew something.

Already on it.
The car was stolen in Trenton,

so I had the Tow 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 Boroughs, aka Duffy.

Did you get an address?

No, but Duffy rented a 15 passenger van
2 days ago on his MileagePlus card.

Let's put out an APB.
Yeah.

Did that already, too.

Code 5 on a white, late-model
multi-passenger van:

license plate 7-Gary-6-0-2-4.

Vehicle spotted at 3-3-4-2, Route 9.

4-5 is en route.

Suspect has entered a storefront.

The 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 gotta leave.

Ok.

What kind of business you got here?

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

Alright, ladies, the bus is leaving.

Duffy?

Daniel Boroughs?

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've got shots fired...

Broadway and Division.

So you take the girls to the clinics.

They get their 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 the license number.

So why kill him?
I didn't kill anybody.

That was Duffy.

He got nervous.

J.D. being picked up, then
his woman getting busted,

Thought J.D. was gonna
use him as a bargaining chip.

Alright. 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 Beverwick Club?

The what club?
Harry!

We're done.

You get any leads on
Cora Tannetti from our suspect?

Nope. 3 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 2 guys were

gonna 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.

Ms. 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 4 times in a row?

Can you describe
your barbecue for me, sir?

Yeah. It's a Napoleon.

Stainless steel...
ah, with a side burner.

Side burner.

Brenda, you got a visitor.

Hey! Hey, honey.

Hey, baby.
You're so big.

Hands on the table.

There you are.

Look what I do
to do that sideways.

You can do whatever you want.

I cannot get enough to watch this.

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

That his spelling is good.
His handwriting is good.

He doesn't really like
listening to authority.

which I thought
sounded kind of familiar.

Again.
It's ok.

Is it a good idea to be
bringing him here?

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

No, 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 gonna come back next week,

and every Thursday after that.

That's what we're gonna do.

Ok?

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 1 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 Beverwick 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,

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 step outside.

No. I won't step out.

It's ok. Go ahead.
Take a look around.

Hello.
Dad?

You gotta help me with something.
Something terrible has happened.

Where are you?
I'm at the Beverwick.

??
What?

Yeah, I know.
Hold on, I'll be right there.

What's wrong?

Oh, boy!

Frankie?

Dad.

You alright?

Wasn't my fault.

What happened?
I don't know, umm...

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 a...

he's a friend.

We have to get
her to the hospital.

Frankie, they're
gonna tell the police.

It was an accident.
Yeah?

You want to try to
convince them of that?

You go to the police, I'm gonna
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 gonna do?
Go! Just go!

Go.

Alright, 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 to talk to
the police about last night?

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 you feeling today?

??
Cora, easy.

It's ok.

Shh.

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm just checking in,

making sure everything
was good on your end.

And wanted to ask you something.

A favor.

Is sending...
His restaurant, Inc.,

Michael Voltanio
finds the debate hypocritical.

Weather is making news tonight,
a warm...

Still nothing?
No.

Of the president.

Poor girl.

Her poor parents.

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

Maybe she won't remember.

Military's oldest medal...

What if she does?

Ow!

Ow.

Tell me what you remember.

Please.

Tell me what you remember.

You alright?

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... I'm so sorry.

It's ok. 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.

But 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's 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 cleaned,

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 2 years,

with the possibility of release
if she's determined

no longer to be a danger
to herself or others.

Please rise.

What?
Proud of you.

You look happy...

maybe.

Yeah.

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

I'll check in on you
from time to time,

make sure
they're treating you right.

It's gonna be ok.

Thank you.

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 would like to give
the Tannetti family

appropriate space and time
to process these developments.