The Sinner

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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.

Is that okay?

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?

- Mm-hmm. - 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?

- Mm... -

Yeah.

Detective, a Sonya Barzel's up front,

asking for the detective with a beard.

I figured that was you.

Oh.

He was back on my property.

Oh, sorry.

Oh.

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.

Ah.

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?

Oh...

Then they discharged me and gave me these stitches.

The police...

dealt with the car and everything.

- Oh, that's so intense. -

And you?

How was your weekend?

Um...

my Dostoyevsky paper was due today.

- Mm. - So...

And I did a couple practice APs.

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

- Did you get it? - Oh, 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.

Mm-hmm, 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... uh...

I can't read my writing, sorry.

But, uh, you can Google it.

So that's all for now.

Say hi to Eli, uh...

Uh, talk soon.

Those are too spindly.

Oh.

Hey.

You know, you really want a compact potted plant,

because, uh, 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.

Ah.

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.

Oh, 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.

Oh.

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...