All language subtitles for The.Sinner.S03E07.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[dramatic music]

♪

- We cook a 25-pound bird.

Turkey sandwiches for a week.

My grandmother insisted we chew
every bite of food 20 times.

- [sighs]
Yeah.

- Is that it?
- There's more.

I'll bring it in.
But where's Dad?

- Do you need help?
- No.

I got it all under control.
It's all under control.

I'm just gonna...
Dad?

- You cannot overemphasize
the importance of mastication.

Now here's something
you may not know--

- Dad?

- Saliva, it's a digestive aid.

[ominous music]

- Dad?
Everybody's waiting, come on.

Come on.

Hey.
Dad.

[doorknob rattling]

Dad.
- I'm hungry.

- Dad, come on.
- We're really hungry.

♪

All right.
All right.

[groans]
Hot, ow.

Ah.
Not there.

Where are the, the coolers.
Where...

Ah!
Damn.

[panting]

[box rattling]

- We cook a 25-pound bird.

Turkey sandwiches for a week.

Now here's something
you may not know.

Saliva, it's a digestive aid.

- It's ready.
- Sit, honey.

- Mom.
- Sit.

- No...

no, no, no.

- Eat it.

[tense music]

- [groaning]
- Eat it.

- [screams]

- Why did you leave me?

You left me all alone.

- No, I didn't.

- Yes, you did.
You little piece of shit.

Why don't you love me?
- I...no.

[stammering]
- Oh, yes.

- No.
Don't.

- [giggles]
Look at you.

- Don't do that.
- Shh.

- Don't do that.
Don't.

- Why don't you love me?
- Don't--

[groaning]

[grunting]

[gasps]

Shit.

[dark ambient music]

♪

[wheezing]

[breathing shakily]

[serene music]

♪

[panting]

[water sloshing]

[shovel scraping]

- [panting]

- [gasping and wheezing]

- One more thing.
That's all right.

I gotcha.
I'm here.

Breathe, breathe.
Okay.

- [wheezing]
- Come on, you're okay now.

Here.
Here, here, here.

- [gagging]

- Harry, don't.
Hey.

Here, hey.
It's okay.

- [gasps]
- Hey, you're okay.

Here, have some water.

- [exhales]

[gags]

- You did it.

- [coughs]
- You did it, Harry.

I had to pull the pipe.

You had to believe
you were gonna die.

It's the only way.

Nick did the same thing for me.

Hey.
Yeah.

Yeah, you're okay.

You're okay.

- [wheezing]

- Hey, hey.

[eerie music]

♪

- [wheezes]

[panting]

[sighs]

- You okay?

- I don't know.

- What did you see?

What was down there with you?

- I was at dinner.
my family...

my father...

stayed in the bathroom,
wouldn't come out.

- Are you two estranged?

- That's a nice way to put it.

[coughing]

- I know how intense
it was down there.

But you've been
through the worst of it.

Now you just need
to process it all.

I promise I won't push you
the way Nick pushed me.

- How was that?

- When all this started
back at school,

it was just the two of us
looking for answers,

testing ourselves.

But then Nick would just keep
looking for the next thing,

the next dare,
pushing me to do it with him.

And it just got
more and more dangerous.

I freaked out.
[sighs]

I couldn't handle it anymore.
I...

I left school,
and I cut him out of my life.

- He came back?

All these years later?
Why was that?

- I was struggling.

I couldn't find meaning
in my life anymore.

And I kept thinking about Nick,
and what we did,

and how it gave me
a sense of purpose.

Clarity.

So I called him.

I should have known better.

He was more extreme
than he was back in school.

He is the one
who wanted me to kill.

He thought it was
the next step.

I never wanted any of that.

That's why I pulled
the parking brake.

That's why I took the phone
after the accident.

It's why I killed him.

Why I let him die.

He wasn't gonna let me go.

I never wanted this
to go as far as it did.

And it will never be
like that with us.

I need to take care
of some things at school.

You'll be all right
for a while?

- You're going
to go teach school?

- No.
No, I'm gonna quit.

School has been a part
of the problem.

I can't be there anymore.

You'll feel the need
to turn away from all this,

to go back to safety, routine.

I did.

That's just your ego
getting scared,

not wanting change.

Please stay in it.

Even when it's uncomfortable,
I'll help you through it.

All right?
Hey.

[exhales]

[chuckles]

[eerie music]

♪

You're just waking up.

I'll be in touch.

♪

He thought it was
the next step.

I never wanted any of that.

That's why I pulled
the parking brake.

That's why I took the phone
after the accident.

It's why I killed him.
Why I let him die.

- Jesus.
You got the confession.

Whoa.

[stammers]
I mean, congratulations.

- Yeah.
- Wow, this is crazy.

Harry, this is really crazy.
- It was.

There's something I had to do,
and he wasn't gonna stop.

There'll be a Huntley Hearing.

- Oh, yeah,
but this is pretty tight.

- Now at least
we can get a warrant

and get him into custody.

- When are you
gonna go get him?

- I want you to do it.
- What?

No, no.
No way.

Harry, this is all you, man.

This is your instincts,
your amazing,

fucked up methodology.

This is your collar.

[somber music]

- I want you to take it.

He has a meeting
at the school today.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

- I'll get the warrant
going now,

and then I'll let you know
when it comes through, okay?

- Yeah.

- I don't know where to begin.

Did you talk to anyone?
- I told Soto.

- I mean a doctor, a therapist.

Someone to help you
process all of this.

- Oh. Uh...

- Harry, this is not
something to be toughed out.

You...

you must have PTSD.

- Yeah...[mutters]

- So what happens
with the confession?

- He'll be arrested today.

- And go to prison presumably.

- Presumably, yeah.

- Why don't I feel relieved?

- Yeah.
[stammers]

I saw you.

When I was down in there,
I had...

These visions.

And you were there.

- What did you see?

- Well, I was on my back
in the woods.

And I wasn't sure whether
I was dead or alive, and...

[somber music]

Your hands.

You were washing me.

Like a ritual, or--

- Like a--like a baptism?

- Yeah, yeah.
That's closer.

It made me feel calm.

- I know things have been
strained between us.

- Yes, I have certainly
felt that too.

- I think it's a good time
for me to move on.

I put together a term sheet.
The main points are there.

- I'm sure we can
figure something out.

- That'd be great.

I don't wanna drag
anything out.

[knocking]

- Sorry.
Can you just give me a moment?

- Sure.
Take your time.

- [sighs]

- James Burns,
you're under arrest.

I need you to stand up,
turn around,

and place your hands
behind your back.

Stand up, please.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be held against you

in the court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you can't afford one,
one will be provided for you.

You have the right
not to answer any questions

without an attorney present.

Do you understand these rights

that I have just
read to you, sir?

- Yes.

[overlapping chatter]

[ominous music]

♪

- All right, ladies.
Let's go inside.

Come on, everybody.

[engine turns over]

[overlapping chatter]

[laughter, chatter]

- All right, you mooks.
Listen up.

Get off your asses
and raise your glasses.

Everybody off your ass.
There you go.

To Harry Ambrose,

who goes to the wall,
and then through the wall,

and then down into the hole.

[cheering]

Take a good look,
ladies and gentlemen,

because he is
the best detective

you and I will ever know.

- Mm-hmm.
- To Harry.

- To Harry.
- Hear, hear.

[cheers and applause]

crowd: Harry!

- Buy him a drink!

[reflective music]

♪

- Hi.
- Hey.

You're working, huh?
- Yeah.

Sometimes when I can't sleep,
I paint.

- Yeah.
- It's late.

- I know.
It's just, uh,

I wanted to talk.
Sorry.

- Oh, you had a few.

- I just had one.
It was a little cop party.

- Hail the conquering hero.

- Well, something like that.

- I need to show you something.

♪

- When was this?
- A week ago.

- I don't understand.

He had a gun on him,
and it got to this?

- I can't explain it.

I was so frightened,

but he was looking
for a connection.

- Were you looking
for a connection?

- I didn't have sex with him
if that's what you're asking.

- Then what?
- I--

I just looked at him.

- Why did you hide this
from me?

- Maybe there is
some shame attached.

I was drawn to it.

I don't know.
I--I'm not proud of that.

- Drawn to what?
- To what he knows.

Or what tortures him.

Maybe I enjoy
the brush with danger.

- This was so reckless.

And it was kind of stupid too

because you know
what he's capable of--

- You don't get to judge me.

Especially after you got
into a grave--

- It's not the same thing.

That was a tactic
with a suspect--

- It was a reckless tactic--

- I gained his trust
and other things too--

- Oh, come on.
Come on.

It's more than that.
You know it.

[dramatic music]

- You should have
told me last week.

- It was private.

It was mine.
I didn't have to tell you.

I chose to.
There's a difference.

Oh, I get it.
This is how it goes.

You want everyone else
to tell you everything

while you say nothing.

[overlapping chatter]

[dark ambient music]

♪

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Um...

Jamie, this is--
this is Bob Kowalski.

He's really highly recommended
by Ray Harold.

- Oh, hi.
- Hey.

How are you faring?
- I'm here.

- Well, I'm here
to get you out of here.

Sit.

[clears throat]

- But I don't understand
what's going on.

I mean, what--what do
they have on me?

Have they shown you
any evidence?

- Well, there's the timeline

from the accident
to the 911 call.

And they're saying that Nick's
cell phone was wiped clean.

But it's not enough
to build a case against you,

so we are really gonna focus
on the Huntley Hearing.

- What is that?

- To determine if
the confession is admissible

or if it's coerced in some way.

- What confession?

- Detective Ambrose.

He recorded you.

[tense music]

You were with him
Monday morning, right?

He has you on tape

saying that you moved
your friend's cell phone away,

impeding his rescue.

But you know what?

We're gonna get
this confession thrown out.

And then there'll be
no case against you.

- Give us a minute?
- Yeah, sure.

- Jamie.

Jamie, look at me.

I know this is scary--
- No, it's okay.

I'm gonna sort this out,
and we can fight this.

- I've seen you like this
for weeks.

You're all twisted up inside,
and that's your guilt.

- No.
- Which is good.

It's right that
you feel guilty.

What you have to do is
confess what you did--

- No.
- You need relief.

You have to give yourself that.

It's the only way that
you can get your life back,

yourself back--

- The detective tricked me.
He fucking used me.

- Forget him.

You have to face what you did.

Otherwise it's like
an infection.

You don't clean that out,
it's gonna get worse.

It'll kill you.

[dramatic music]

♪

- I wanna hear
what your strategy is.

- Fantastic.

Let's take a look
at that transcript.

[foreboding music]

♪

[eerie music]

♪

- Thank you for agreeing
to see me.

I think I told you,

or at least I think you know,
that...

as a cop, my first obligation
is to protect the public.

It's what I've sworn to do.

I had to gain your trust.

I tried to get you
to come clean.

But now...
[sighs]

I'm sure you feel betrayed.

I just,

I want you to know...

We had a connection
about a lot of things.

You and I.

I know that.

And I'm sure you do too.

I'm...

just sorry things
went the way they did.

And I hope--

- Inmate, get up now.

[tense music]

All right, come on.
Turn around.

Let's go.
Let's go.

- I never wanted any of that.

[solemn music]

That's why I pulled
the parking brake.

That's why I took the phone
after the accident.

It's why I killed him.

Why I let him die.

- Again, is this a fair
and accurate recording?

Any alterations or deletions?
- No.

- Did you coerce or lead
the suspect, James Burns,

in offering this information?

- No, I didn't.

- People have
no further questions

notwithstanding redirect.

- Cross-examination?
- Yes, Your Honor.

Detective, is it true that
in pursuing this case,

you helped Mr. Burns,
of all things,

plant a tree in his backyard?

- Yes, I did.

He was a subject
of an investigation,

and I needed
to gain his confidence.

- Then you also appeared
at his house on October 21st,

and then again on October 29th,

where you accused him
of murder.

Yet you made no arrests.
Why was that?

- I didn't have
sufficient evidence.

- I see.

And then on the night
of October 30th,

you followed my client
to the city, to a bar,

and then two different parties.

Is that right?
- I did, yes.

- Do you do that
often, Detective?

Go out and party with suspects?

- Mr. Burns was
volatile and dangerous,

and he needed to be supervised.

- Oh, supervised.

Well, these photos, Detective,

are marked defense
exhibits A, B, and C.

Is this an accurate picture

of your supervision
of Mr. Burns that night?

Or maybe this?

- Okay, that woman was
a therapist.

I have a sciatic
nerve condition,

and she was saying that she
could help reduce the pain.

- And this photo,
in the foreground.

What is that?
Cocaine?

- I never touched that.

- And after the second party
on the night of the 30th,

Mr. Burns left without you.

But you continued
to pursue him in what turned

into a high-speed car chase
through Greenpoint, Brooklyn.

Then after the car chase,
you two made up.

I mean, you actually
drove him home.

Isn't that right?
- I drove him back, yeah.

- It seems like
your relationship

with Mr. Burns
is very complicated.

And after you dropped Mr. Burns
at his house,

what happened then?

- Somebody needed
to stake out his place,

so I stayed there
in the car overnight.

- You fell asleep, correct?
While you were stalking him.

- Staking.
I was staking him.

- Stake, stalk.
Potato, potahto.

- Your Honor.

- Mr. Kowalski, get to
the matter of the confession.

- I'm just making a point,
Your Honor,

that Detective Ambrose was
harassing my client for weeks

leading up to his confession,
placing Mr. Burns

under extraordinary pressure
to comply.

Is it true that in order
to gain Mr. Burns' trust,

you agreed to being buried
in a grave for eight hours?

- That's correct.
- In fact--

- Pardon me, counselor.

You agreed to be...

how deep a grave?

- I don't know.
Maybe just six feet or so.

- Could you get out
on your own?

- No.

- Continue, counselor.

- In exchange for you going
into the grave,

Mr. Burns provided you
with a signed confession.

Is that right?
- Yes, that was the agreement.

- And what happened
to that signed confession?

- We burned it.
- That's a fun game.

That's a fun, fun, fun game.
- It wasn't a game.

- Burying each other alive,
pretending to be dead--

- Your Honor.

- Counselor, get to your point.
Please.

- In all this pretending,
how are we to know that

James Burn didn't confess
to a pretend murder?

- It wasn't pretend.

- Would you call
James Burns your friend?

Would you call any part
of your relationship with him

a friendship?

- No.

- Oh, so you really
were pretending,

role-playing, so to speak,
to gain his confidence.

- Yes.

- Rather fertile ground
for emotional manipulation,

wouldn't you agree?
- Objection.

Badgering the witness
and irrelevant.

- Sustained.

- Where were you at 4:00 p.m.
yesterday, Detective?

[tense music]

- I visited the defendant
in jail.

- And did you offer James Burns
an apology at that time?

- Yes, I did.

- For coercing a bogus
confession, is that why?

- No, no.

- 'Cause you manipulated
your friend,

and then suddenly, you felt
guilty for putting him in jail.

- He's in jail because
he impeded a rescue.

And that killed Nick Haas.
And we know he killed again.

Somebody had to stop him.

- But then you said
you were sorry, why?

- I was sorry because...

- Because what, Detective?

- Answer the question, please.

- I...

- No further questions.

- No call yet.

Look, I told you I'll let you
know as soon as I get it.

- Greenberg's office said
it's gonna be 1:00.

It's 1:15.
- What do you want from me?

[phone beeps]

Yeah, it's Morris.

Yeah, I did.

That's right.

No.
No, no, no, provolone.

Lunch.

- Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- James Burns.

Come on.
Let's go.

- What do you mean?
Go where?

[line trilling]

- Hey.
- Hey, where are you?

- I had to get out of there.

- Greenberg ruled.
Inadmissible.

Burns is out.

- How long?
- I just got the call.

It's gotta be
a couple hours.

- I'll be right in.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Mr. Burns.

[doorbell rings]

Mr. Burns, there's an order
of protection against you.

If you don't leave
the premises,

I'll place you under arrest.

- I just want to talk
to my wife.

[doorbell ringing]

Leela?

- Mr. Burns, this is
my last warning.

Step off the property.
Let's go.

- Lee?
- Mr. Burns--

- Leela?
- Hey!

Now, I need you on the road.

Let's go.

- Jamie, you need to leave.

- I need my jacket.
It's cold.

Please.

- I'm not gonna
tell you again, Mr. Burns.

- This is my house.

I can't talk to her?
- No, you can't.

[panting]

- Mrs. Burns.
- It's okay.

- Thank you.
- I got you gloves too.

- Order of protection?

- Are you okay?

- Do you think that
I would ever hurt you?

Or our son?

- I think you should leave.

- No, let me come in
for two minutes, all right?

I just want to hold Kai.
Then I'll leave.

- I can't do that.

- He's my son.
I have a right to see him.

- Actually, you don't.

You don't have a legal right
to be here.

[solemn music]

♪

- Was this your idea?

- Detective Ambrose advised it.

- Lee...

it's me.

I'm the same person
you met 15 years ago.

I love you.

I have loved you
since the day I met you.

And I will never hurt you
or our son.

- [crying]

You can't be here.

You can't be here.

[orchestral music]

♪

- Here we go round.

The prickly pear.

The prickly pear.

The prickly pear.

Here we go round,
prickly pear.

At 5:00 in the morning.

- Mr. B?
- Hey, Emma.

- You cut your hair.
- Yeah.

It was getting in the way.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, the charges
were dropped.

There was no case after all.

- Oh, that's good.

- Hey, look.

Let's take a walk
around the block,

talk for a bit.

- Um...

I kind of think
I should stay here.

My parents think
I'm in my room.

- Just around the block.

- Uh...

Okay, sure.
Yeah.

[eerie music]

♪

- So a lot of things are
going on for me right now,

and I may not see you
for a while.

- Well, where are you going?
- It's hard to say.

Okay.

I just came by because

I don't want you to forget
what we talked about.

About staying on that path
and asking the hard questions.

Sometimes your resilience
gets tested,

and the world can seem
against you.

Like they can't see you
or know what you know,

feel what you feel.

- Okay.

- You might be alone and that
doesn't always feel great.

But remember there are others
like you out there,

like me,

walking that path too.

So stay on it, all right?
No matter what anybody says.

- Actually, I feel like
I'm doing okay.

- You are?
- Yeah.

I decided to take a year off
and then go to college.

And because of what happened,
my parents are actually

listening and they're, like, in
full support of my choices now.

It's kind of weird,
but it's good.

- That's really good.
That's great.

I'm really glad for you.

I should get going.

- Are you ever gonna
come back to Briarton?

- No.

- Where are you going?

- I'm not sure.
It's all in process.

You're gonna be great.

- I fell asleep again,
and then I woke up.

And just
before 5:00 a.m., and...

And there he was.

I noticed something on his ear.
And...

I saw the blood,
and then he, uh--

he played it off.

- And you saved it because?

- Detective Ambrose spoke to me
about the murder in Brooklyn.

And it was the same night.

Then he, um...

he told me about a week later.

He told me that he...

that he killed that man.

And I know I--
I know I should have come.

It's just, I--
[cries]

I didn't know
what to do, you know?

'Cause he's my husband.

- It's a complicated situation,

and we appreciate
that you came forward.

Mrs. Burns, would you
be willing to testify

to what you just told us?

- But you can do something.

There must be something
you can do.

He needs help.
- We'll do what we can.

- Detective Soto will
escort you home, Mrs. Burns.

And we will make sure
that you're protected

until we find your husband.

- Right this way, ma'am.
Thank you.

- So with NYPD,
how long does it usually take

to get a blood comparison?

- I'll put a rush on it.
A couple of days?

- That's two days too long.
- Do you know where he is?

- Well, we couldn't
get a warrant

to track his cell phone,
so we followed him to the city,

but lost him at Grand Central.

- We just don't have
the manpower.

He's in the wind.
- Oh, my God.

- Go, go.
Go, go, go.

[sighs]
Oh.

Morris has found a bunker.

He'll need a nifty up and down
to save par.

[ambient music]

♪

[dramatic violin sting]