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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.

Where are you?

I can't move my feet.

I'm stuck.

It's like a... A swamp...

In the woods or something.

How do
you feel in this place?

Hopeless.

Like I may never get out.

Okay, let's move on.

Let's go to a moment
that you enjoyed that night.

Try to find
a moment of pleasure.

I'm kissing J.D.

And?

And he tastes like gasoline.

Where are you?

We're at the bar.
By the Taproom.

That's right.
She's there, too.

Who?
Maddie.

J.D.'s ex.

She hates me.

Why?
Because of him.

J.D. has, has a plan.

- And she's in on it. DR.
- What's the plan?

I don't know.
They're not telling me.

I'm confused.
Now I'm waiting for the bus.

I'm a...
And I'm, I'm a kid.

It left me.

I'm sorry. I'm not sure
why this is coming up.

It's okay. The mind makes
associations, like in a dream.

It doesn't always make sense.

Try going back to that night.

Gasoline.

Oh, they're siphoning gas
because J.D.'s on empty.

He always keeps a gas can behind
the front seat of his car,

and it always rattles
when he drives.

Where are you going?
I don't know.

I shouldn't go.

"Shouldn't"? Why?

I know what you're doing,
so you can just stop.

What am I doing?

You're trying to get rid of me.

And then you're just gonna go
meet up with him anyway.

You want me to die.

Something's wrong with her.

Cora!

Why won't you go to her?

Cora!

Because I hate her.

I wanna hold her underwater.

And I wanna break her
into pieces.

Why?

Because she won't let me go.

That's Madeline Beecham.

She's 21 years old.
No current address.

And she's mentioned in J.D.'s
vice file.

Because her landlord reported
a theft and blamed J.D.

and Madeline,
also known as Maddie.

Okay. And?

And... We're tracking down
the landlord.

But from what Cora said
in her session,

on July 3rd, 2012, she started
out at Carl's Taproom.

This we knew, right? But she was with J.D.
and Maddie.

They siphoned gas into this can

that he keeps behind
his front seat, right?

It's one of those
emergency things...

A thin one that
looks like a briefcase.

How many gallons does that hold?
One gallon worth of gas.

J.D. drives a 1983 SUV.
Fourteen miles a gallon, tops.

Okay? So 14 miles in any
direction from that bar.

And their second destination
that night

is somewhere inside that circle.

All right?

Now Cora said that she remembers
a water tower in the woods.

There are two water towers
inside that circle.

And the one in the woods
is right there.

The, uh... The shrink said
that these memories are real?

All of it?
Yeah.

Okay, some of them.
Hopefully.

So, shall we go?

So she has this memory, maybe...

Right.
Of a water tower.

Maybe of a night, where maybe
something happens to her

that maybe made her
kill some dude.

I'm not getting Lyme disease
from all these "maybes."

So you can pick me up
after you do all this.

There you go.
Okay.

Hey. Is J.D. in?

He's not here.
He won't be back till tonight.

Did you text him?

No. Shit.
That was stupid.

Who are you?
Oh, sorry, I'm Mike.

I know J.D. through Jordan
and his girlfriend.

Well, listen,
I was heading out of town

and I was hoping to pick up
some supplies before I left.

I don't know if that's anything
you could help me with or...

I'm just trying
to beat the traffic.

So hard.

Great. Thanks.

Smells good.
Thanks.

So, how do you know Jordan?

You know, I forgot how.
Just from around, you know.

We know a lot of the
same people in common.

So, what exactly did you want?

Oh, yeah, just blow. Yeah.
Maybe three, if you got it.

Okay, stay here.
No problem.

So, you grew up here, too?

Yeah. In Dorchester.
Hmm.

Are you sure we never met?
You look really familiar.

No. I mean, I don't go out
much or anything, so...

Yeah.
Me neither since the baby.

Oh, yeah, right.

That'll be 250.

No problem.

Hey, babe. I texted you.
Your friend Mike's here.

Mike?

Like "Rocking Chair Mike"
from the antique store?

No, Jordan's friend.

No, Jordan's been rolling in the
same crew since high school.

I know them all.
There's no Mike.

So I don't know
who the hell's in our house,

but you better tell him
to get the hell out right now.

Get over here now.

Who are you?

I told you, I'm Mike. You know,
I'm friends with Jordan.

What do you want? Nothing.
Here. Here's your money.

Put it on the table. On the table!
Okay.

It's all there.
No problem.

Get out. Get out!
Get out of my house!

Okay. It's all good. Sorry.

- So you knew both Maddie and J.D.?
- I did.

She rented the back house
for about six months.

You pressed charges against them
both and dropped them. Why?

I decided I wanted to be done
with the whole thing.

So, you knew Maddie a little
better than you knew J.D.

She would come over knocking,
in tears,

late at night, wanting advice.

I took an interest.

So, how much of an interest?

We became involved.

I wasn't looking for it.

And J.D.?

They told me that polyamory
was their thing,

and I believed them.

Did they fleece someone new?

This is a murder investigation.

Did he kill her?
Why do you ask?

He had this control over her.

When I said to Maddie

I thought maybe J.D. had stolen
my things, she panicked.

She cried. She begged me
not to confront him.

A few weeks later, she was gone.

Moved out?
No, she was gone.

But her makeup, her clothes, her jewelry,
she left them. She left them all.

And when was this?

2012.

Fourth of July weekend.

What's going on?

What are you doing?
I don't want this.

Listen, I bought it... Put that away.
Put that away.

I bought it from his girlfriend.
Her prints are all over it.

And I recorded
the whole conversation.

You can arrest her,
or him, or something.

I should have known better.
What are you talking about?

This is what you do.
You use people.

Yeah, it's even worse
if you don't remember.

Cat, what do you mean?
I wasn't using you.

We were having fun.

You screw me in the photo lab and then
you wouldn't look at me in public.

So, no, no, that wasn't fun.

This is some crazy,
illegal shit you're pulling.

Okay? You could get...

You could get me fired and get
yourself killed, so just stop!

I'm your neighbor.

Yeah, I know.

So?

I was wondering about something.

Well? Go ahead.

I had two orgasms.

Tell me everything.

So...

Hi, Cora.

Detective Ambrose would like
to sit in this session.

I've made it clear I don't approve,
but ultimately, the choice is yours.

You gave us some good pieces of the
puzzle last time and I thought

if I could be here, maybe I could head
us to some of the missing pieces.

You don't need to be polite.

It's just private.

I don't know what we're
gonna find when we do this

and you could use it against me.

I'm on your side. I think
I've proved that already.

Why do you care so much?
It's just,

I can see some light
at the end of all this

if you just trust me.

No. It's not good enough.

I am showing you everything.

You at least
have to tell me why.

Um...

Maybe it's that swamp, you know, that
you described in your last session.

How you felt like you were
gonna be stuck there forever.

I know that swamp.

Okay.

Any comments you want to make,
you write them down. No talking.

Sure.

Exhale.

You're standing at the edge
of a body of water.

Ten.

Nine, eight.

Seven, six, five.

Feel the water
hold you up as you sink deeper.

I don't... I don't understand.
Maddie's touching me.

Where are you?
I'm on the dance floor.

She can barely stand up.

I don't wanna go but Maddie's
already in the truck.

Why don't you wanna go?

Because something horrible's
gonna happen. I can feel it.

Where are they going?

I'm not sure.

I can't breathe.
My heart.

You're okay.
Everything's okay.

They poisoned me.

I wanna go home.

What's that?

It's a searchlight.

They're looking for us.
How did you get that...

Who? Can you see them?

They're hunting us.

Why are they hunting you?

Oh, my God!

I don't know.

Something we did.

I don't understand
what's happening.

It's the school bus again.

The same school bus as before?

Yeah, and it's... Don't
worry about the school bus.

Just...
Where did you go with Maddie?

Are you coming?

She wants me to come
to the basement.

Where are you?

I'm in the house, I think.

The one we drove to
from the bar.

What are you feeling?

It's the
song from the beach.

Okay. Let's just ease off.

I don't wanna do this anymore!

I can't do it. You can. You can.
You're right there.

Just a little bit closer.

Just a little bit more.

There's a light
at the bottom of the stairway.

Go down there.

I don't wanna go.

That's what you did, though,
isn't it?

I'm sick. I feel sick.
Just stay with it.

We need to stop this right now.

I don't wanna do it.
I can't do it anymore.

You can. Just...

I can't do it anymore.

Push through.

Just breathe right now.

Focus on the breath. Easy.

You have to go now.

So, you have
no idea who he is?

No. No, he's wearing a mask and
it's covering his whole head.

And there was this wallpaper.

Old-fashioned.

Like the design on
a dollar bill.

And it's, it's everywhere.

It's on every wall.

So... Okay.

Wallpaper, a guy in a mask.

That's everything, nothing else?

Yeah, that's it.

Do you treat everybody
like this or is it just me?

What?

I'm trying to answer
all of your questions.

I'm spilling my guts,

and you just act
like nothing is good enough.

Look, uh...

I appreciate...

You're being very candid.

I know. I...

So, I thank you.

And you're married?

Trying.

Please don't give up on me.

I won't.

13-A?
Put her in A.

All right. Come on.

What are you doing up? Are you all right?
Don't go over there, Dad.

Well, Dede called. Water's
pouring out from under the sink

and she can't figure out
how to turn it off.

Please. Don't go.

Right. Go to sleep. This is
nothing to get upset over.

I was thinking we could keep
our separate lives.

You know?
Uh-huh!

Do the things we wanna do,
our own things.

Uh-huh.

And then come back home,

together,
but not needing so much.

Sure. I think you should
take that trip.

You should...

I think you should go
wherever you wanna go.

We should still go somewhere
together, too, though.

Don't you think?

Harry?

Um...

Harry.

Just hold on a minute.

Harry.

Harry!

Detective Ambrose.
You need to see this.