All language subtitles for The.Sinner.S03E02.WEB.h264-TBS.English

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- I told you not to come here.

- You don't get
to tell me when to go.

- Passenger called it in.

He's at St. Amelia's right now
getting checked out.

- Okay.

- Have you ever seen someone
die in front of you?

Everything looks different now.

- You're probably
in shock still.

- Do you have any idea
why those two

were heading to your house
in the middle of the night?

- What are you implying?

- I need the recommendation
letter by next week.

- I was thinking
you should write it yourself.

Just don't tell anyone.

- Did Jamie ever tell you

about what we used
to do in school?

- You think maybe he was
in love with you?

- No, it was never like that.

- What's that?
- A knife wound.

That happened at least
three days ago, though.

- They dusted the phone
for fingerprints.

Didn't find any,
which is impossible...

- Unless someone
wiped the phone clean.

- Okay.

[Kevin Morby's
"Come To Me Now"]

- Is that okay?

- Yeah.

- You were
in the bath awhile.

- Yeah.

Actually, I don't think
I want any.

- You don't want coffee?

Who are you?

- Just...

trying to stay clear.

- Okay.

I'm gonna make the grocery run
after I close the store,

and you'll pick up the dogwood
tree at Arbor's today?

Yes?

'Cause if we don't get this
little one's birth tree planted

before D-Day, it's bad luck.

- Arbor's. Dogwood. Yes.

- Then I was thinking
that we could do Thai tonight.

Maybe watch
that prison documentary.

- You don't have
to schedule me.

I'm doing okay.

- I'm not.

I'm just worried.

- I'm fine.

- Okay.

- All right.

- You do need to pick up
that tree today, though.

- Arbor's.
Dogwood.

- Hey.
I was up all night.

- Kids?

- No, thinking...

why that guy would let
his friend die.

What's your best guess?
They were screwing?

- I don't know.

- So what's your play?

- I don't know.

Hey, look, you want to keep
your process to yourself.

I get it, okay?

I was just curious.

- No, look,
there's no play.

It's just--

I'd like to find out if Burns
had any contact with Nick Haas

on the days leading up
to the accident...

'cause this injury--

that happened some time
in there, and...

I'd like to know
what that context was.

- Can I help you with that?

Yeah.

- Detective,
a Sonya Barzel's up front,

asking for the detective
with a beard.

I figured that was you.

- He was back on my property.

Sorry.

Who was?

- The guy from the crash--
Jamie Burns.

Anyway, he-- he was alone
in his car.

He drove off as soon
as he saw me see him.

- Do you want
to come in and sit down?

- Eight minutes on my meter.

- Anyway, that's all I saw,
but I would like to find out

what you're gonna do
to stop him.

- Stop him
from doing what exactly?

- Do you know why he was on my
access road in the first place?

- Apparently they were lost.

- And you buy that?

- It was an accident.

There's no reason
to suspect anything else.

That's all I can say
at the moment.

- But then he came back.

- I'm sorry.

I can't be more helpful
right now.

I'm sorry about that,
but if you see anything else--

- Come find you so you can do
fuck-all about it.

- And then what happened?

Then they discharged me
and gave me these stitches.

The police...

Dealt with the car
and everything.

That's so intense.

And you?

How was your weekend?

Um...

my Dostoyevsky paper
was due today.

So...

And I did
a couple practice APs.

And I wrote that recommendation
letter, like, 20 times.

Did you get it?

- Shit.

God damn it.
Emma, I'm so sorry.

- It's okay, it's okay.

Um, I have a copy right here

you can just sign now
if you want.

- So sorry about that.
- It's okay.

W- what?

- I mean, do you really want
to send this?

This reads like it was written
by an algorithm.

- What do you mean?

- This could describe any high
achiever in the tristate area.

You aren't anywhere in here.

- But I mention volunteering at
the nursing home and swimming.

- Emma, come on.
That's résumé bullshit.

It's a version of yourself
that isn't even real.

Is that how you want
to enter the world?

- No.

- I'll do a pass--

- No, let me try again.
I'll do better, I promise.

And I need it by Tuesday 'cause
the deadline's next week.

- Strange, isn't it?

That some letter
should determine your fate?

- It's gonna get there
- between 3:00 and 8:00 p. m.,

but if you want to change that
you can go to www-dot--

- I can't read
my writing, sorry.

But, you can Google it.

So that's all for now.

Say hi to Eli...

Talk soon.

Those are too spindly.

Hey.

- You know, you really want
a compact potted plant,

because, it doesn't have
a lot of flowers on it,

but you wait, and it explodes.

Whereas these ones,
they look good now

but they're all root-bound.

- Actually, someone's
bringing out a tree for me--

a dogwood.

Going for a native flowering
or Kousa?

You really want the Kousa,

because it's immune
to anthracnose, and that's...

worst disease
for dogwoods, so...

- Kousa, okay.

Thanks.

Hey, I just wanted to--

I- I've been feeling terrible

about damaging
that artist woman's property,

and I-I drove over
to apologize

and saw your guys
doing a search or something.

- It's called a grid.

- Right.

Why a grid?

- It's regular protocol.

- All right.

Well, I just wanted
to offer, you know,

if I can be
of help with anything,

if there's something
you're looking for.

I appreciate that, but it's
pretty much all wrapped up.

How you doing?

You know...

with the loss of your friend?

- It's tough.

But he hadn't really been
in my life for a while, so...

- So he just came into town
for a visit?

- Partly, I guess.

- It wasn't planned, right?

- No.

I think I told you--

he just showed up
at my house out of the blue.

- Right.

Yeah.

Has anybody ever told you
about a post-hole digger

and how good they are
for planting a tree?

- No.

- Well, because
if you don't have one,

I could bring mine by.

- Um--
- No, I'm serious.

This is not--
it's not any trouble at all.

So how's the week look?

How about Sunday morning?

Right?

- Sure.
- All right.

- Thanks.

Come on, man.

We're not doing that.

- Kilwhinnie Glen on the rocks.

I remembered.

- Yeah, I don't drink anymore.

Doesn't mean you can't.

- Good.

So how you been?

- Good.

Amazing.

- All right, well,
what do you want me to say?

I didn't expect you
to come all this way.

I- I just wanted to talk.

- Phones, emails--
that's no way to communicate.

But when someone reaches out
after 18 years?

After totally cutting
you out...

you want to look them
in the eye

while they try
to explain themselves.

- Looks like
he drank a distillery.

- He made the last train
from Grand Central, 1:50 a. m.

Getting him in at 2:40
three days before the accident.

- It's not
his usual routine, but...

maybe it was a last hurrah

before the 3:00 a. m.
feedings start.

- Nah, I considered that.

But then I checked
Nick's credit card statement

like you wanted.

I couldn't place Jamie
with him locally,

but before he got
into town...

- Manhattan.

- This new bougie
hotel/restaurant, Sabbiato.

Wife and I were gonna go
for the weekend,

but we bought a car instead.

Check out his tab.

- Wow.
Let me guess--

this is the same day as he came
back on the train.

That means I have
to go into Manhattan.

Is there any chance
that you were working here

on the night of October 8th,
two Tuesdays ago?

- Yes, I was.

- Remember seeing
either of these men?

- Um, I should get my manager.

- So you--

you recognize them?

- Yes, but we have
a public relations person

who can help you
with anything that you like.

- The thing is,

seeing as you're
an eyewitness...

I just hate to bring you
all the way back up

to the precinct station.

- Well, what do you mean?
In Dorchester?

- It's about an hour
on Metro-North.

It's a little longer
on the local,

or you could just answer
a few questions.

- Honestly, all I know is

the shorter one
attacked another diner.

We had to call security.

- Who was the other diner?

- I didn't actually see it.

I- I don't think
they knew each other.

- Okay.
So that's all?

- After he left, I saw there
was blood all over the table.

- I think I'll need
to see the security footage.

- That raw wood?
That's-- that's beautiful.

- You see?
This is why I love you.

The client thought it didn't
look expensive enough.

I was like,
"Go back to Palm Beach."

- Brian, you got to go
in there.

Grace already built the base.

- Honey.
- It's perfect.

Exactly like
in the instructions.

- Mitch is a little obsessed.

He's been
on Grace and her Legos

like that's gonna help
get her into preschool.

- She's building
the Eiffel Tower.

- She's not building
the Eiffel Tower.

- Heard about the car accident
and your friend.

Glad you're okay, man.
- Thanks.

- How you doing
with it all?

- I'm doing okay,

you know, considering...

- I lost my brother last year.
Very sudden.

- That's right.
I remember.

- Word of advice--
you know, people will say

you should try talk therapy
or meditation--

- Mitch.
- No, let me say this.

The thing about grief is
it lives in your body.

You have to sweat it out.

Have you heard of the Peloton?

Every morning
from 6:00 to 7:30.

One day I'm biking through
Paris, then I'm on a beach.

And there's an instructor,
so you're never alone.

- There's one named Jade

that Mitch is having
an emotional affair with.

- She inspires me
to do my best.

Just like you, hon.

Seething with jealousy
over here.

No, but seriously.

She did help me move on
after Keith died.

She really did.

- Move on?

Why does everyone say that?

I'm sorry, it's just, um...

it's like
the only thing that matters

is getting over things
as fast as you can.

I mean, death isn't going away.

If anything,
it's getting closer.

And everyone I know
is terrified,

but no one wants
to talk about it.

We just hide it away
in hospitals and old-age homes.

I mean, we don't even
kill our own food.

We just get our--
our meat shrink-wrapped

into these patties.

It just feels like a lie.

I have to say,

I never thought I'd see you
eating in a place like this.

- Places like this help me...

Keep my head clear.

- Well, you've done well
for yourself, haven't you?

I mean, you'd be a star
at reunion,

not that you give a shit.

- It wasn't my plan
to make money,

but after you disappeared,
it was tough.

I started having doubts.

- Look, um...

I'm sorry.

- No, don't.

You helped me.

You helped me.

You know, we spend
our entire lives

wondering what's at the top
of the mountain.

We imagine
this beautiful view up there...

money, safety.

Some kind of answer.

And after what happened
with you...

I needed to know.

So I got to the top just
to see for myself.

- And?

- And there's nothing
to do up there but jump off.

Why did you call me?
Why now?

Your marriage?

- No, Leela's everything.

Her optimism, she--

It's a good life.
I've got no right to complain.

- Jamie, don't give me
your fucking gratitude list.

Be honest.

- I don't feel anything
anymore.

- Jamie.

Mitch asked a question.

- Do you listen to podcasts?

- Um, no.

- Because there's a lot
of amazing content out there.

I have this whole
brain-training series--

some are for the right brain,
some are for the left.

And it's apparently really...

Develop both sides
of the brain--

Exercises...
- Excuse me.

- Jamie.

What's going on?
- I don't-- I don't feel well.

Jamie?

- Let's sit you down,
get you some water.

Jesus! Jamie!

Brian!

- Anxiety?
He could barely breathe.

And I told all of you that he
was just in a major accident.

- His EKG checked out normal.

Anxiety can be
a powerful thing,

but there's nothing
physically wrong with him.

So any life changes?

Recent or imminent?

- Having a baby.
- Congratulations.

Never assume.
- Yeah.

- It's an emotional time
and I don't want to overstep,

but many people
find therapy useful,

if that's feasible.

- I'll meet you
out front, okay?

I need to use the bathroom.

Here you go.
Hey, I got it.

- But I said whiskey.

- Can you have that?

- Billy, it's about time.

- What?

- I-I'm ready to go.

- Go where?

Do I have to do everything?

- Okay.

We can go in a minute, okay?

- Hey, Sam.
- Hey, Harry.

- Yep.

- Hi.

- I just-- I've been meaning
to call you.

I wanted you to know that,

we're still following up
on that incident

that happened on your property.

- What'd you learn?

- Well, nothing
very definitive yet,

but we're gaining on it.

You know,
the other day at the station,

I had to minimize things,

but the truth is you have
every reason to be concerned,

and...

I get that.

- I realize I came on
full-throttle.

- No need to apologize.

- I'm not apologizing.

- Right.

- It's just...

Can you sit down?

- Yeah.

- I had a stalker-type

a- about a decade ago.

I was doing a residency
in Santa Fe,

and he was a model
for one of my pieces,

and he...

he just mistook our sessions
for something deeper,

got carried away.

It was handled,
and he went to jail.

He reached out to apologize...

but it left some scars,

and when I get scared,
I get angry.

So...

- I do have a direct line,
if you want it.

Sure, okay.

Is that your move--
to give people your number?

- No.

- I'm kidding.

I'm just gonna give you a tip.

Don't do it on the heels
of a stalker conversation.

- Hey.

Good night.

Thanks.

Looks good.

- Remember how out of it I was?

- Yeah, but this is
for anxiety, not depression.

Remember, he said it could
take the edge off.

I mean, at least
it's an option.

- Well, you know the main side
effect of those drugs, right?

This was
a one-time thing, okay?

Just...
- Hey.

- I just needed to get it
out of my system.

- But what triggered you?

I don't want that right now.

No?
- Ja-- no.

- I don't.
- Why not?

- Because it's manipulative.

- Yeah?

- I invented this move.

We're talking.

- There's nothing
to talk about.

- I know what you're trying
to do, and it's not gonna work.

- No, Ja--
- Okay.

- Why shouldn't
we try it again?

You want to wake yourself up.
You said so yourself.

- That stuff is crazy.

It's too intense.

- Then why the fuck
am I here?

You called me.
You knew what I'd say.

- Well, maybe I made a mistake.

- Fuck you.

- Nick.

- Want to go back to the
fucking dollhouse with them?

- Hey!
- What are you--

- What the hell are you doing?
- This is what you need to do.

Okay?
You got to cut the cord.

- Hey!
- Jump.

- Hello? Hello?

Is anyone gonna do something
about this?

He just fucking ruined
my phone!

- This is real.

Shit.
Where'd that come from?

- Jamie?

Hey.
Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Hi, how you doing?

- Okay.

- As promised.

- Right.
Yeah, the tree.

- Probably need
to show you the technique

to get you started.

- What's this for?

- That's mulch to keep the
moisture around the roots.

- watch your hands.

- Sorry,
I didn't sleep well last night.

I'm a bit slow.

I cannot seem
to get my shit together.

- Sometimes those shocks
to the system can reverberate.

You might need
to take some time.

- I got a baby coming
in a week.

I don't have time.

- You two were probably
pretty close,

and it's hard
to lose a friend like that.

- Yeah.

But, you know,
most people don't get that.

I mean, Leela, too.

I can see her thinking,
"What's the big deal?

How close could you be if you
haven't seen him in years?"

I don't know.

- Was there a reason why
you two hadn't been in touch?

Sorry,
you don't have to explain.

- No, that's fine.

Have you ever had a person
in your life

who is totally exciting, but
you knew they were bad for you?

When you're around them,
you feel more yourself--

or the opposite of yourself.

I mean, Nick scared me.

It was a relief
to get away from him.

And without him,
things just feel...

I don't know how to explain it.

- Hollow.

My mother was bipolar.
It...

It's kind of like that.

- "Emma struggled
with depression

"and even had
to miss some school over it,

"but her recovery has given her
a deeper understanding

of big ideas."

This is how you get into Brown?

- James, can you explain
how this happened?

- Okay, I was encouraging Emma
to be more honest

so she'd stand out of the pack.

- Well, that's very virtuous
of you.

She's definitely standing out.
Well done.

- We will get you a new letter,
Mrs. Hughes.

It will say exactly
what you want it to say.

- I don't understand

why she's the one writing
her own recommendation letter.

- It was an exercise--

- And then you make her write
that she's depressed?

Emma's not depressed.

- Well, she was, Mark.

- I think Emma did
an amazing job.

That letter demonstrates
humility and maturity

and if some college admissions
officer is so small-minded--

- I don't really care what you
have to say, all right?

We didn't pony up
for private school

for some beat poet to tell
my daughter

to aim lower.

Do you know how much I spent
at your fucking auction?

I want a new letter now,

and I want it singing my
daughter's fucking praises

as the best goddamn student

you ever had the pleasure
of teaching.

Is that clear?

- James?

- Of course.

- Okay, this is from
the security guy at Sabbiato's.

He found something.

They're still together.

11:00 p. m.

This was after the stabbing.

- What the hell?

I- is he coaxing him to jump?

- Hello?

- So this is all you saw?

- All I saw?
It's a grave.

- I just meant...

did you see anybody
around here?

- No, I went for a walk,
and I-- and I saw the jacket,

and I thought it was a person.

- You don't want
to touch that.

That's evidence.
- I touched it before.

- Well, don't touch it again.

And the pipe and the wood...

that come from your place?

- No.

- Yeah,
I- I need a forensics team

out at 20 Blue Point Road.

I- it's a different site.
I'll meet 'em at the residence.

- I don't want you to do that.
- Why not?

- 'Cause it's--
the principle of it's just--

You know what?
He's here, yeah.

Let me know what he says.

- Okay, bye.

Where were you?

- I'm sorry.
I left my phone here.

- Yeah, I know.
You left it in the bathroom.

I heard it
the 12th time I tried you.

- I-I guess I lost track
of time.

- What if I had gone into labor

and I couldn't get
a hold of you?

- You wouldn't have had
the baby in three hours.

Lee, come on.

All I did was
take a walk after work.

- That's not it.
You know that's not it.

We are entering a phase
that's going to be so intense,

and the only way that we are
gonna get through it

is as a team, and you're
completely checked out.

You're scaring me.

I know that you went
through something terrible--

- Yeah, but what?
Just snap out of it?

Fit back into my mold?

- Your mold?

- Hey, what--

this really isn't a good time.

- You want to tell me
why you dug a grave

on Sonya Barzel's
property?

Three by eight,
six feet deep.

- I have no idea
what you're talking about.

- Don't bullshit me, all right?

I know that you met up
with Nick before the accident.

Dinner for two, Sabbiato's.

Are you gonna tell me
the whole story?

- You already know it.

- No, all's I got was,

"He's toxic.
He's a bad influence."

- I was trying to help him.

Nick--

he's unstable, all right?

He acts out.

And I lied because the whole
thing is embarrassing.

He keeps roping me into
these impossible situations.

- What did he want you to do?

- Well, I didn't dig a grave.

Maybe Nick dug it for me.
Maybe he wanted to kill me.

- And Nick wanted
to kill you because...?

- I don't know, okay?
He-- he is capable of anything.

- And you aren't?

- I'm a high-school teacher

living
in the goddamn suburbs...

about to have a baby.

I'm not driving around
in the middle of the night

digging graves
for painters I don't know.

What is it with you?

You keep showing up at my house
pretending we're friends.

Now-- now you're harassing me?

If you have evidence that
incriminates me, haul me in.

Otherwise I'm going back inside
to my wife.

- Here we go round
the prickly pear.

The prickly pear,

the prickly pear.

Here we go round
the prickly pear

at five o'clock in the morning.

You miss this.

Admit it.

You couldn't take it last time.

How do I know you won't bail
on me this time?

- Billy.

- Here you go.
Careful, careful.

Good.

You know...

I can see through the ceiling.

- What do you see up there?

- Barnhill,
get your feet off that.

- I'm sorry.

- You can go now.

- I thought I was here
till morning.

- I got this one.

- All right, cool.

Night.

- Yeah.
Good night.

- You know what we need?

[Kevin Morby's
"Come To Me Now"]

- Shh.

- Shh!