The Sinner

Why can't I remember?

How are you feeling today, Cora?

There was this wallpaper like the design on a dollar bill.

It's on every wall.

You'll be sentenced in two weeks' time

with no right to appeal.

These proceedings are concluded.

So we just got the car

that Mason Tannetti saw at the crime scene.

Reported stolen last week in Trenton.

Two passengers.

Probably Oxy users.

This girl, she got pregnant.

She wanted to name the baby Winter.

But JD, he didn't want to be a father.

Maddie, getting pregnant doesn't make you matter.

Neither does jumping in front of a car.

Todd, this is Cora.

Me and him have been talking about

working on a project together.

- I can't breathe. My heart. - You're okay.

Everything's okay. Everything's okay.

No, no, the pill. They poisoned me.

No, you're just peaking.

Are you coming?

Cora, are you coming?

Hey. Help me!

Breathe!

It was Phoebe.

It was Phoebe all along.

I tried to take her home.

I knew something was gonna happen.

I knew it.

It's not your fault.

I should have stopped it.

Cora, it's not your fault.

It wasn't Frankie's fault either.

He was trying to save her, but I killed him.

What about what happened after?

The scars on your arms.

The man with the mask.

I don't know.

I'm gonna find a witness who was there.

Now we have a motive, and you have a defense.

- Okay. Come on. - You're gonna be okay.

I don't see why this is necessary.

Was there ever any wallboard in this room?

- Any wallpaper? - No.

No, it's been the same since I started here.

Just saw his wife.

Todd Ritger died two years ago. Kidney cancer.

Okay. He could still be our masked man, though, right?

July 5th, two days after the basement business,

Ritger whisked his wife off to the Caribbean

to renew their vows.

They stayed a month.

Oh, shit.

Okay.

That's our last chance.

Maybe the two guys knocked off Lambert

'cause he knew something.

Already on it. The car was stolen in Trenton,

so I had the tow interchange do

a video match on the license plate.

Good.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

Tell me.

Tell me.

I don't remember.

Good girl.

A lot of DNA in that basement,

none of it Cora Tannetti's.

We did get the DNA match on the body, though.

It actually is Phoebe Lacey.

That's not enough, but...

we'll find something, though.

Thanks.

Tollbooth got a hit. Called Albany Vice.

They know the guy on the right: Daniel Burroughs, aka "Duffy."

- Did you get an address? - No, but Duffy rented

a 15-passenger van two days ago on his MileagePlus card.

- Let's put out an APB. - Yeah.

- Did that already too. -

Code 5 on a white late-model multi-passenger van,

license plate 7-Gary-6024.

Vehicle spotted at 3342 Route 9.

- 4-5 is en route. -

Suspect has entered a storefront.

The sign outside says "American Medical Clinic."

- Is he still in there? - Yes, sir.

I'm not sure what's going on.

I'm waiting for backup.

God damn it.

Hey, this is a private business. You got to leave.

Okay.

What kind of business you got here?

Dude, I just said get the hell out of here.

All right, ladies, the bus is leaving.

Duffy?

Daniel Burroughs?

- -

Suspect's down!

Go to your left! Go to your left!

Secure the clinic!

I got it! I got it!

Clear here!

Clear over here.

Dispatch, we've got shots fired,

Broadway and Division.

So, you take the girls to the clinics,

they get their prescriptions,

then you drive them to the pharmacies?

And they get 50 bucks and we get the bottle.

- Who writes the scrips? - JD.

He's the one with the license number.

- So why kill him? - I didn't kill anybody.

That was Duffy.

He got nervous.

JD being picked up

and then his woman getting busted,

he thought JD was gonna use him as a bargaining chip.

All right. And then, so...

He's lying.

Who hired you?

- What? - To kill JD.

Look, I told you I didn't kill him.

Was it somebody at the Beverwyck Club?

- The what club? - Harry.

We're done.

You get any leads on Cora Tannetti from our suspect?

Nope. Three doctors.

California, Texas, Ohio.

Each defrauded of their license number in the past month.

That's it.

Well, you busted a local opioid ring,

so that's something to be proud of on a Tuesday.

- - Look, I'm sorry

the Tannetti angle didn't work out.

It was still good police work.

There's a connection there.

Has to be.

I'm still looking.

It's just I thought

that those two guys were gonna be the missing piece,

but they weren't.

And I...

let's just go through it all again,

and something will come up, I'm sure.

Why can't we just tell Judge Baird

what happened to me?

You need a witness,

or your story doesn't hold up.

My sentencing is tomorrow.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Tannetti!

Visitor.

I didn't think you would come.

Your father convinced me.

I want to tell you what happened to Phoebe.

So?

I took her out that night, and I don't regret it...

Because...

she met a boy,

and she fell in love.

They danced, they had sex...

And she died in his arms,

exactly the way that she wanted.

You're disgusting.

I've never seen her happier than that night.

Phoebe was buried in the woods,

in the dirt, alone.

Was that what she wanted?

Why didn't you call the police

when we didn't come home?

Why didn't you look for us?

We thought you ran away.