The Sinner

You want to tell me why you dug a grave

on Sonya Barzel's property?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I know that you met up with Nick.

Dinner for two, Sabbiato's.

What the hell?

Is he coaxing him to jump?

Here we go round the prickly pear.

The prickly pear, the prickly pear.

I think you let Nick die because he had a hold on you.

What would you do about it if you were me?

I'd accept the help I'm offered.

I assume you're aware of your rights

- and that I can't hold you here. - Hold me?

You mean involuntarily?

What the hell was that?

You trying to get me locked up?

Let's go someplace and talk.

Jamie!

Couldn't hold him.

He's out there. He's gonna do something.

We have to find him.

Look, just say the word,

and I'll go back to my room right now.

You can go home.

Why are you pushing me on this?

Because you need it.

I'm not gonna let you ghost on me again.

Why do you even care what I need at this point?

Because I believe in you.

I always have.

- You feel the things other people miss. -

And trust me...

there aren't many people out there to believe in.

You can't just come into my life

and expect me to screw everything up.

I have to think about Leela, too.

And your baby.

Were you ever gonna tell me about that?

Jamie...

you want to feel the truth like we did in school.

That's why you called me.

Nothing else matters.

Nothing else can matter until you do that.

Can we get another one over here?

- You got it. -

Here you go, gentlemen.

Thank you.

You can leave the bottle.

You get away with whatever you want, don't you?

I got everything we need in the car.

Are you serious?

It's all right here.

I really fucking hate you sometimes.

- -

Pick a number.

He's moving directly south through Yonkers.

He's got to be on the train.

Okay. He's headed to the city.

Which means he's out of our jurisdiction.

I'm gonna call my contact at NYPD.

Give them the heads-up.

Stay on his coordinates.

We got to get that emergency warrant to track his cell phone.

- On what basis? - Exigent circumstances.

Even with a warrant, it'll be after the fact.

Let's just make it happen.

I don't see how this situation falls

- under our responsibility. - 'Cause it's on me.

If he does something tonight,

it's all on me.

Damn it, Bridget, we're late. I told you!

Hey, hey, hey, stop dragging your kid.

What the hell is wrong with you?

He just took a left down 21st Street, heading west.

Okay, that's just...

- whoa, whoa! -

Hey. Me?

- Ambrose. - No, I'm here.

I'm gonna park this car.

It's a zoo here.

Mr. B?

Sophie Greenfield from Briarton.

Class of '14.

You don't remember me, do you?

You look exactly the same.

Oh, Sophie. Yeah, sorry.

My... your hair's different.

Yeah, just a bit.

This is so crazy! What are you doing here?

Uh, you know... looking at art.

Just walked in.

Oh, yeah, you have good taste.

This is one of my favorites.

This is an outsider artist based out of Savannah,

and he literally stares at the sun

and paints the retinal burns he sees in his eyelids.

It's insane.

- So you... you work here? - Yeah, I'm assisting.

I mean, I, like, have no desire to work in the art world,

and the planet's basically ending,

so, like, you know, I'm just figuring it out and...

enjoying the city.

I'm sorry, I need a photo.

- Like, I have to. - Oh, I...

Alexis... do you remember Alexis Porter?

She's gonna be so jealous I ran into the Mr. B.

"The Mr. B"?

Yeah, come on.

You know every girl at Briarton had a crush on you.

What's your number?

Here, just send it to you.

So crazy.

It seems like you're doing well.

I mean...

Okay, I have to get back at it,

- but it's so cool seeing you, Mr. B. - You too.

I had him in one location for a little while,

but then he started heading north.

Looks like he's slowing down.

He's on the corner of 28th and Broadway,

and he's not moving.

I think I might have him. Stay with me.

- Welcome. - Hi.

I don't see him.

Well, that's where he is. He hasn't moved.

I know where he is.

Jamie.

You won't stop, will you?

I'm trying to keep you safe.

Did you track my phone?

Why don't you come down from there?

Isn't it strange how when we stand at the edge like this,

we all feel like we might lose control and jump?

That impulse to jump into the void,

to step in front of a car...

what's that about?

Those are just feelings. They're not reality.

That's what Nick would always say.

But if feelings aren't the truth, then what is?

Jamie... what are you doing?

Letting it decide for me.

And then what?

I go where it tells me.

Pick a color.

I'm not gonna pick a color.

Red.

Jamie, you don't have to do this.

Just step back. Come on.

Jamie.

I can't do anything.

You don't have to.

Let's head back to Dorchester.

Stop. Stop pretending you're on my side.

It's a fucking joke.

I'm not letting you wander around this city all night.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm a free man.

You got nothing on me.

I'm sticking with you.

All night. I don't care.

Good idea. Drink it off.

Get it out of your system, huh?

Don't you have anything better to do?

Yeah, my yard could use some weeding.

This is harassment.

I'm out of my jurisdiction.

Why don't you find a cop and file a complaint?

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Does your wife know where you are tonight?

Hi. Can I get you guys anything?

Whiskey. Rye, whatever you got.

- He's not staying. - Uh-huh.

So that paper thing...

some kind of game between you and Nick?

Were you playing that game the night

that you targeted Sonya Barzel?

I thought you were off duty.