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I met Frankie on July 3rd.

But I didn't know him as Frankie.

He told me his name was JD.

Hey, you remember this guy from back then... JD?

You think you can, uh...

just hook me up with him?

I can't come see you anymore.

That last time was a mistake.

You've said that before.

The court orders an examination

pursuant to Criminal Procedure Law 730.

- What does that mean? - They need to evaluate you

to see if you're fit to stand trial.

How do you know Frankie?

Stop it!

[growling] I'm gonna kill you!

Where she hit me? Same exact places

on Frankie Belmont. She's repeating

what she did on that beach.

She doesn't even know it.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

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Mommy?

[eerie music]

[door squeaks open]

Mommy?

♪ ♪

Mommy? [car horn honks]

[gasps]

[stirring music]

♪ ♪

Oh, look, you can see Raymond's Gulch

- from here. - [panting]

- [laughs] - [panting]

You're like a gazelle. I... [pants]

I think it's the Zumba.

[pants, groans]

Okay, come on.

Let's go.

Okay.

Have you ever been diagnosed with any mental health issues?

No, never.

Are you taking any medication for any mental disorders?

No, because I don't have any mental disorders.

Can you define what it means to be found guilty?

Have you ever tried to harm yourself?

Sometimes I used to imagine what it would be like, as a kid.

When you picture yourself as a kid, how old are you?

I don't know.

13? 14?

And what would you say to your 13-year-old self

right now, if you had the chance?

- You're killing her! - You'll be right down the hall.

[Cora's family yelling]

[tense music]

Run.

Look, Harry, it's real farm-to-table food.

Pork chop, two inches thick.

Perfectly cooked in this cider jus...

Man, Faye would love it.

It's worth the drive. You should try it.

Didn't you drive an hour once to try an artisanal doughnut?

- Man... - Wasn't that you?

I'm not talking about doughnuts.

- I'm talking about... - Hey.

730 results on Cora Tannetti.

She passed because, technically, she should pass.

She's lucid. She's aware of her circumstances.

Her judgment isn't compromised.

What would you say if I told you...

that I think there was a song that was playing on the beach

and it drove her to kill Belmont

and the same song drove her to attack me?

In the interview, the song was playing

and she attacked me in exactly the same way

that she attacked Belmont.

Same movements and the same number of hits.

Like she was repeating everything.

It sounds like PTSD psychosis.

We see it in combat veterans a lot.

Something associated with Cora's trauma

triggers her memory of the trauma.

The memory replays like a hallucination.

To Cora, it's real.

It's like it's happening all over again.

- It can be terrifying. - So she's somewhere else

and she's stabbing someone else?

Possibly.

Thank you very much.

[cell phone buzzing]

- Hello. - Mason?

Hi. You... you okay?

Yeah. Are you okay?

Mm-hmm.

- You working? - Not today.

The press has been following me around,

so I decided to stay home.

Listen, I know you're upset, and you have every right to be.

[inhales shakily]

But I need you to do something for me,

and I just hope you say yes.

Please bring Laine to see me.

It's all hitting me, and I just need to see him.

I promise, I won't upset him. I just...

I will.

♪ ♪

Really?

Yeah, yeah. I'll take him, of course.

♪ ♪

[whispering] Thank you.

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

Mr. Lacey.

Hello.

Come in, please.

We haven't been in contact with her for several years.

The whole business...

- it's a shock. - Yeah.

Can I ask why you haven't been in contact with her?

Because when we... interrogated her,

she said that both her parents were dead.

Cora... chose the path that she did.

From the beginning, there was something wrong with her.

There was... [inhales shakily]

Nothing we could do.

When was the last time you had contact with her?

She ran away five years ago.

Right around the 4th of July, 2012...

that weekend.

It was her sister Phoebe's birthday.

Uh, so she was...

23 then. That's a bit old to run away.

Cora was selfish.

Phoebe was on death's door, and she just left.

She just... disappeared.

She was only thinking about herself!

- Elizabeth. - [coughs, sobs]

[coughing]

Cora's sister Phoebe was sick, since birth.

She died about a month after Cora left...

of lymphoma.

When Cora left, where did she go?

Did you ever file a missing persons report...

Cora died when she left this house.

[clock ticking]

[soft, unsettling music]

♪ ♪

[bell chimes]

[bell chimes]

Give her another hit.

It'll loosen her up.

♪ ♪

[bones cracking]

[gasps, shouts]

[screaming]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

[buzzer blaring]

[screaming]

- Hold down. - Hold down!

[sobbing] No... no, please, no.

Please, don't.

Please, please. [grunts]

Not my arms. Please, not my arms.

The medics moved her in here last night.

She's stable now.

I'll move her to an interview room.

You can talk with her there.

I was off base last time we spoke,

and...

I'm sorry.

I heard about last night.

Would you show me?

[sighs]

Is it the same on the other arm?

Can you show me?

[chains clattering]

Heroin, right?

When did it start?

[inhales]

Five years ago.

Before I met Mason.

Was that... after you ran away?

Your parents told me.

You saw them?

You shouldn't believe anything they say.

They told me that you left on 4th of July weekend.

That was the same night as your story about Frankie.

Where'd you go?

[sighs]

Dorchester. Um...

and Kingston. [sniffles]

I was high the whole time.

Who were you with?

Cora, nobody gets into this kind of stuff alone.

I barely remember. I...

would sleep with guys for fixes.

So it didn't really matter who.

Hmm.

[soft, stirring music]

♪ ♪

[sighs, sniffles] Please don't tell my family.

Mason thinks that this is, um, from a hospital infection

that I got when I was young.

His parents don't know.

They will tell my son.

♪ ♪

I can't promise that.

- It's my job. - Please.

[softly] I can't.

I have told you everything else.

This is the only thing.

I hate you.

♪ ♪

- I should've noticed them. - No, no, no.

Covered in blood... we all missed it.

Mason Tannetti...

did he get her into this?

No. I mean, honestly,

he was kind of a dick in high school, but...

he was never a junkie.

[cell phone buzzing]

Yeah, I gotta take this.

Detective Ambrose.

Hey, Harry. It's Walt over at county.

You wanted to know when Cora Tannetti had any visitors?

Well, she had a new one this afternoon.

[discordant music]

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Good afternoon, Ms. Lacey. You have a visitor.

[exhales deeply]

Margaret Lacey?

I was hoping we could talk for a minute

about your niece Cora Tannetti.

You sure I can't offer you anything?

No, I'm fine.

I understand you visited Cora today.

Yes.

What... was I not supposed to?

No, no, it's fine. I...

"Our Town."

I know that one.

[sighs] Look, um... I'm trying to help your niece.

Just trying to understand what happened to her, and, uh...

I'm not out to get anybody.

[chuckles softly]

I'm sorry. It's just this whole thing...

- very upsetting. - So you were close with Cora.

I tried to be, over the years,

but Elizabeth, her mother... she disapproved.

She has a Victorian notion of the theater.

All actresses are heathens or prostitutes.

It was easier when Cora lived with me.

When was that?

When she came back.

From?

She disappeared in July...

in 2012, but two months later, she turned up out of nowhere

at a detox center in Poughkeepsie.

In Poughkeepsie?

Still doesn't make sense to me.

She never had a problem with drugs before.

So Elizabeth, when she saw those scars on Cora's arms,

she tore into her.

She called her a whore. A degenerate.

She refused to take Cora in.

Cora was lucky to have you.

I wasn't much better than they were.

There were signs.

I ignored them.

- What about that one? - [sighs]

It was just easier when we went for pizza.

Why don't we do something with your hair?

Just for a change.

[slow pop music playing]

♪ ♪

This is looking better.

So that scar...

did you ever find out how she got it?

She wouldn't say. But...

she had these nightmares.

Every night, just before 3:00 in the morning,

she would wake up... screaming.

I knew that she was hurt.

I could see it in her eyes.

But I didn't ask.

[sighs] We never ask.

[gentle, swelling music]

♪ ♪

- You'll be right down the hall! - No, William!

She's only alive because I'm with her every minute!

- I need to be with her. - And I need to be with my wife!

- Please. - You think this is normal,

sharing a bedroom with my daughter?

- Look at her now! - William, please, please!

- Our baby's sick! - It's not decent!

Please, William... careful!

[crying] Please stop.

- You two will figure it out. - I'm so sorry.

- I'll get you something. - [panting, sobbing]

[breathing laboriously]

♪ ♪

[buzzer blares]

[door squeaks open]

Where's Laine? Is he okay?

He's fine. He's okay.

- He's home. He's home. - Okay.

- He's home? - Yeah.

Okay...

- [sighs] - I don't understand.

That detective came over.

And... he asked me about your drug habit.

And I didn't believe him at first.

I said that she would never lie to me

about something like that.

You were lying to me the whole time.

- From the very beginning. - You never would've wanted me.

- You don't know that. - If you knew

what a piece of shit I was, you never would've wanted me.

Stop. Stop that.

Was it JD? Did he get you hooked on it?

Mason, please. Please stop with JD.

I'll stop when you start talking to me a little bit.

Was it him?

Nothing?

[sighs]

I'm done.

You know?

I don't even feel angry anymore.

Mason, please bring Laine to me.

Why... why should I even do that?

Why should I even do that to him? Hmm?

Have you ever thought about what he's gonna think of you

when he gets older?

Has that actually crossed your mind?

The fact that you pled guilty

and you didn't even try to be his mother...

have you thought about that?

Forget about me now. Just think about him.

- [whispering] I am. - Are you?

- I don't think you are. - Yes, I am.

No, you're not.

[whispering] Look, can you please talk to me a little bit?

[inhales deeply] I'm sorry.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[door squeaks open]

[door clicks shut]

Do you think Dad is screwing Mom

now that they're sharing a bed?

I saw Dad naked once in the bathroom.

But I never saw his thing.

I bet you did.

Is it big?

It's a sin to talk that way.

God doesn't mind if you're sick.

Where did you get that?

The nurses at the hospital have them everywhere.

[laughing] I took one.

[laughing] There's a thing inside

about anal foreplay.

[laughs, coughs]

[coughing hoarsely]

[gasping, coughing]

Read to me?

Please?

[gentle music]

So I've been talking to the DA's office,

and because we're cooperating,

I think we can get a decent deal,

all things considered.

Possibility of parole in 30 years,

pending good behavior.

What would happen if I changed my plea

to not guilty?

Well, they have no incentive to change the deal.

They have an airtight case against you.

Well, what if we went to trial?

Cora...

the chances of winning a temporary insanity plea...

are really, really rare.

It means a long trial... more press,

your family getting dragged through the mud,

and it will get ugly.

They'll dig up your past. They'll dissect you in public.

But there's a chance that we would win.

She stayed here for about two weeks as an inpatient.

I remember she got clean without much trouble at all.

Did the doctors here treat her

for her, uh, head wound?

No, she was... stitched up by the time she came in here.

Is there anything else you remember?

Anything remarkable at all?

Well, she definitely wasn't like

any addict I've seen here before.

How so?

Well... we're a state-run facility.

We treat low-income addicts... the homeless, but...

Cora... she was brought in clean.

Hair washed, well fed,

and she was wearing brand-new sweats.

I mean, she just didn't look like

someone who'd been living on the streets.

She was brought in?

Yeah, someone signed her intake form.

It's Caleb Walker.

There's no address, no phone number.

[soft, mysterious music]

♪ ♪

[lively rock music playing]

- Just be cool. - I won't stay. Got it.

[indistinct chatter]

There's JD...

with the plaid jacket.

♪ We'll reconcile ♪

♪ Turn off the headlights ♪

♪ Walk into the dark ♪

♪ And there you'll find out who you are ♪

This is Lieutenant Ambrose calling for Judge Baird...

about the Tannetti hearing, which is tomorrow.

And I need her to call me back as soon as possible.

Thank you.

How many Caleb Walkers did Caitlyn find in the area?

Five. And we're narrowing it down.

[up-tempo music]

There we go. Uno, dos.

- Let's go. - You know what?

Uh... you go ahead to the car.

[stammers] I forgot something. I'll meet you out there.

Sure.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Cleanup on aisle four, please.

What is this doing in your room?

Answer me!

Someone left it on the sidewalk.

We didn't know what it was.

Cora.

What is this?

It's a magazine for women with sex things in it

and I looked at it when I knew I shouldn't

and I read out loud to Phoebe about orgasms in the vagina.

[scoffs softly]

♪ ♪

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

I have succumbed to temptation and practiced lewdness

and encouraged my sister Phoebe in sin.

[together] Forgive me, Father,

for I have sinned.

I have succumbed to temptation

and practiced lewdness

and encouraged my sister Phoebe in sin.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

I suspect that Mrs. Tannetti's crime

is tied to something else.

It may be another crime in which she's the victim.

There's some linkages there,

and something has happened to her,

and I think we shouldn't proceed

until we have more information.

Anything admissible?

Uh, no. Not yet.

But there's quite a bit in her testimony...

Her testimony? Are you serious, Harry?

This woman is a junkie. Junkies lie.

- That's a blanket statement. - All right, that's enough.

A history of drug abuse doesn't qualify

Mrs. Tannetti for special treatment.

I'm gonna keep the allocution as scheduled.

[mellow rock music playing]

And then, after Israel, we head to Jordan...

to the refugee camps.

We'll be recording the musicians there.

- Mm-hmm. - Interviews, the whole spiel.

That sounds incredible...

- and important. - Mm-hmm.

Faye mentioned in group that you were working on

the murder case? The woman on the beach?

Turns out, she's a drug addict.

Oh, no. Really?

See? I told you.

That makes sense.

Sarah has this idea of that woman

as some kind of feminist,

revenge-of-the- millennial-housewife hero.

Because I relate.

[laughs]

Heroin or meth?

It's always one or the other.

- Heroin? - Yeah.

- Yeah... - All these people,

hooked on opioids.

You know what no one wants to admit?

It's a class issue. These people are uneducated.

They get prescriptions from their doctors

- and they have no idea. - Actually, you have no idea.

You have no idea who Cora Tannetti is.

You don't know what happened to her.

You don't know what she's been through,

how she feels.

You don't know anything.

Harry?

Yeah?

Why don't you go get some wine?

Yeah, sure. [clears throat]

I'm sorry I said something about the case at dinner.

I didn't realize how strongly you felt about her.

I don't. It's nothing. [chuckles]

Hey.

If you're too tired, we don't have to.

No.

You look nice.

[chuckles softly]

[moaning, panting]

[moans]

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

[panting]

♪ ♪

[soft music]

Why didn't you just lie to her?

♪ ♪

He'd only punish us and make you sick.

Cora, God doesn't listen.

Whitney at the hospital...

she prayed over and over to get better.

She still died.

I even prayed for you to get sick once.

Sicker than me.

Just so you'd know what it's like.

♪ ♪

Once, I ate an entire chocolate bar

because I thought it would kill you.

[chuckles]

Do you think they're asleep yet?

Why?

♪ ♪

- Body of Christ. - The Lamb of God

who takes away the sins of the world.

Amen.

The blood of Christ.

♪ ♪

You have to touch it.

♪ ♪

[whispering] I love you, Jesus.

[whispering] I love you, Jesus.

And, in pursuant to Code 730,

the defendant has been found fit

to stand at this allocution.

So, Mrs. Tannetti,

are you entering your plea after full consultation

with your attorney?

- Yes. - Do you clearly understand

the nature of second-degree murder charges

and that if you plead guilty, you are,

from this point forward, waiving your right to a trial?

- Yes. - Do you realize,

in light of a guilty plea,

you'll be sentenced in two weeks' time,

with no right to appeal?

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Mrs. Tannetti?

[breathing harshly]

I'm not sure.

- I'm not sure what to do. - Well,

I'm afraid the time is over for deliberations.

You have to enter your plea now.

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

Mrs. Tannetti, I'm sorry, but you're required to...

Guilty.

[crowd murmuring]

The defendant has submitted a plea of guilty to the court.

These proceedings are concluded.

The defendant is remanded. Case adjourned.

Please rise.

[chokes, pants]

[moans, gasps]

- [panting] - Did you tell her?

- [hoarsely] No. - [firmly] Did you tell her?

[hoarsely] I didn't tell her.

I'd never tell her. I'd never tell...

[panting]

- Liar. - [shouts]

Come here.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

You really got me.

- Yeah. - [exhales heavily]

I got you.

♪ ♪

Like a lost soul. That's what it looked like...

like... someone who had walked down the wrong street.

I was just taking out the trash,

and there she was.

Right over there by the dumpster.

You all right?

Thank you very much, Mr. Walker.

♪ ♪

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

[rock music playing]

♪ ♪

♪ Ain't nobody gonna stop me ♪

♪ Nobody gonna take me down ♪

♪ Nobody gonna knock me ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

How do you know Cora Lacey? Hmm?

Buddy, I don't know what you're talking about.

Cora's my wife.

You know what I'm saying?

You mean the lady who stabbed the guy at the beach?

- You're the husband? - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, she told me about you.

You understand? I know who you are.

All right.

All right.

She says she knows me. What'd she say?

What did you do to her?

You mean she didn't tell you?

- [chuckles] - Something funny?

- "What did I do?" - What are you laughing at?

You don't know shit, do you? You have no idea.

You don't know.

Huh? What the fuck you smiling at?

Don't you fuck with me. Don't fuck with me!

Get up and get out of the booth.

Come outside right now.

'Kay.

Can we be gentlemen about this?

You wanna...

[both struggling]

[patrons commenting indistinctly]

[grunts]

[choking] She still like three guys on her at once?

[grunts] Daddy, Daddy, and Daddy!

[somber music]

♪ ♪

I could get fired 'cause of you.

Get in the car.

♪ ♪

[dog barking distantly]

[buzzer blares]

[door squeaks open]

I appreciate it.

Last time, promise.

Yeah.

You got five minutes.

This is over. I don't have to talk to you.

Would you sit, please?

I want you to show me how you shoot up.

This is your heroin.

What's the first thing that you do?

- No. - Hey,

you show me, I leave.

You'll never see me again.

- You're sick. - Hey, come on.

- You're the addict. - You're a sick man.

You were hooked on heroin for two months.

You got the scars to show it.

You'd screw anybody who'd give you a fix.

You were zero, you were nothing,

and this is what you lived for, so show me.

Unless it was a lie.

You've seen my arms, asshole.

It's what happened.

Prove it.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

What's next?

The next thing you do?

[sighs]

♪ ♪

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

Cora, addicts start by injecting

in their feet and their hands way before

their arms are scarred like that.

Five years ago, 4th of July weekend,

you went out, and then you showed up

on a street in Poughkeepsie.

You don't know how you got there.

You don't know who brought you there.

And you have the scars.

So how much of those two months do you actually remember?

♪ ♪

Fragments. I'm...

I'm not sure.

So you believed what your mother told you...

that you sold yourself for drugs?

You had the scars,

you went through something terrible,

and then you blamed yourself.

You've spent a lot of years...

Blaming yourself, haven't you?

And that story that you believed...

it's not true.

- But... - None of that,

that you thought you went through, was true.

[sighs, stutters]

Then what happened to me?

I don't know.

[eerie music]

But somebody, somewhere did this to you.

♪ ♪

[whooshing]

[breathing heavily]

[whooshing]

[ragged breathing]

[door squeaks]

[furniture creaks]

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How are you feeling today, Cora?