The Sinner

The memory replays like a hallucination.

So, she's somewhere else, and she's stabbing someone else?

Heroin? I would sleep with guys for fixes.

Cora's my wife. What did you do to her?

You don't know shit, do you?

Don't you...

Cora, God doesn't listen.

She disappeared in July, 2012.

But two months later, she turned up out of nowhere

at a detox center in Poughkeepsie.

I want you to show me how you shoot up.

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

It's not true.

None of that, that you thought you went through, was true.

Then what happened to me?

How are you feeling today, Cora?

Look, all I did was sit down and try to talk to this guy.

And then out of nowhere, he comes and he attacks me.

And he, he's like this.

The guy is like this. He's done it before.

All witnesses at the bar say that you provoked him.

No. This guy did something to my wife.

Okay? This whole thing is because of him.

So, do you know Cora Tannetti?

Yeah. From the news.

So, you've never had direct contact with Mrs. Tannetti?

Well, I wish I did. She seems like a fascinating woman.

He is a drug dealer, okay?

He deals cocaine. He deals heroin.

I don't understand. Just charge him,

and then you get him to talk about Cora.

They know each other. Okay?

They know each other.

Cora told you his name, the car that he drives.

It's him.

How did you know she told us that?

Shit.

That thing you said to her husband? Yeah.

"She still like three guys at once?"

Right.

That's an odd thing to say, considering you've never met her.

I was inspired.

Women inspire me.

You know what the real odd thing is?

Cora Tannetti mentioned your name.

Well, she's not exactly the most reliable source, is she?

That's good.

This is Mr. Lambert's lawyer, Mr. Herting.

I don't understand why my client was held overnight.

You realize he suffers from Lyme disease?

That's a health hazard.

We're done here pretty much, anyway. He's all yours.

The lawyer, you know this guy?

Hedge fund type runs over a pedestrian? He comes and defends him.

Scumbag millionaire's his thing.

So J.D. brings a gun to a knife fight.

More like a cannon, piece of shit.

Lieutenant Ambrose, I...

I misjudged which information should and should not

be shared with Mason Tannetti, and I'm, I'm really sorry.

Personal relationships can't interfere with work.

You know that. Yes, sir.

Just make sure he keeps his head down.

Yes, sir.

You know my favorite thing about our dear neighbor Kevin's girlfriend?

I've seen her with another boy.

Drops her off down the block.

And then she walks over to Kevin's.

She's a shameless harlot.

You know what that means? Stop.

Kevin's fair game.

And I could watch it all from here.

Cora, you won't even think about it?

How about that?

Her boobs are weird.

How is anybody supposed to actually want that?

If you weren't such a prude, maybe you'd find out.

You're so mean sometimes. Well, you're annoying.

You can go out, do anything you want,

but you'd rather stay home and pretend you're a nun.

I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you.

Is Mason right? Is J.D. Lambert part of this?

Cora, you're gonna have to trust me if I'm gonna help you.

I lost my virginity to him.

Did he ever hurt you?

I don't think so.

Is he the one that shot you up?

No. We did drugs together, but not heroin.

He was the one I was with on Fourth of July weekend.

He was the blond guy at Carl's Taproom.

So there was no pregnancy, no suicide attempt, there was no Frankie.

There was just... J.D. Lambert. At that bar, that night.

And then

we drove to somebody's house.

Like I told you.

What happened there?

I had sex. And I, I don't know who with.

And... And then it just all goes blank.

What's the next thing you do remember?

Waking up in the street.

In Poughkeepsie? Two months later.

Holy shit.

Why can't I remember?

Hi. Dr. Chang.

What do I have to do to hear back from you?

Hi. I got your voicemails.

Oh, good. And so... Look.

When you start bringing in fringe psychology

like hypnosis and recovered memories into a case,

judges just roll their eyes.

So, I'm not sure what your angle is.

But you did that memory recovery stuff

back at Berkeley, didn't you?

Sometimes real memories are recovered.

Sometimes, it's just the patient's imagination.

We can't tell the difference.

Look, Cora Tannetti had some very significant trauma

that she can't remember, and it's in there. It's in there somewhere.

I don't work with people who are unstable. They can get re-traumatized.

You know her case.

She's got nothing else going for her. Right?

Okay.

Talk to her today. Let's get it started.

Hey.

Hey.

Detective Ambrose told me what happened last night. Are you all right?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

So you and J.D. talked? Yeah.

We dated for a few months before I met you.

That's all that it was.

And I didn't tell you because

maybe he did something to me.

I just, I'm not sure and I can't remember.

What do you mean you can't remember?

I just can't.

I'm trying.

Detective Ambrose is trying to figure it out.

Cora, why are you talking to him?

These cops don't give a shit about you.

Trust me. All they want to do is put you away.

No, no, he's helping me.

No, that's what he's telling you.

But he's sitting on J.D. and he's gonna turn on you.

I know how these guys are.

Just...

Just... You can't... You can't say anything to them.

You understand?

You all right?

Yeah, I just left my glasses. It's fine.

Oh, look at this. And fries.

Is this how you remember it?

It's nice of you to bring me here.

Thank you.

I was trying to remember the first time we came here.

We were driving back from White Plains.

Right.

After we found out about the baby. About Mel?

Mmm.

Oh.

Right.

You saw this place and you pulled in, you sat me in the sun.

You ordered lobster.

You knew exactly what I needed.

And then you said...

"When you're ready, we can try again."

I'm sorry I didn't remember that.

It's all right.

Two sessions, a few days apart so you can recover.

That's all I've got.

Detective Ambrose requested this?

Yes. He also wants transcripts of the sessions,

which requires your consent.

Personally, I don't recommend any of this.

Revisiting trauma can be destabilizing.

I wanna try it.

This is like a guided meditation.

I'm going to be talking to you throughout.

You just let the images come to you,

and we'll see what happens.

Okay, close your eyes.

Deep breath in.

Let it out.

In.

Out.

Imagine you're standing on the edge of a body of water.

I'm going to count down from ten.

As I do, you're going to walk into the water.

Ten. Nine. The water is warm at your feet.

Eight, seven, six.

You're descending deeper.

Five. Four. You're almost in.

Three.

Two.

You can breathe.

You're safe.

Now...

Let the first memory of July 3rd, 2012, come to you.

What do you see?

I think it's a water tower,

in the distance, on the top of a hill.