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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 J.D., he didn't want
to be a father.

Maddie, getting pregnant
doesn't make you matter.

Neither does jumping
in front of a car.

Tod, this is Cora.

Me and him have been talking about
working on a project together.

I can't breathe.
Okay...

My heart... You're 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 going to 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 life.

I killed him.

What about what happened after?

The scars on your arms?

The man with the mask?

I don't know.

I'm going to find
a witness who was there.

Now we have a motive.
You have a defense.

Okay. Come on.
You're going to be okay.

I don't see
why this is necessary.

- Check the plastic board there.
- All right.

Was there ever any wallboard
in this room?

Any wallpaper?

No.

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

See it?

Yeah, let's check the other room.
Okay.

Just saw his wife.

Tod Richter died two years ago.

Kidney cancer.

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

July 5th, two days after
the basement business,

Richter 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

because he knew something.

Already on it.

The car was stolen in Trenton.

So I had the toll 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 a 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, a.k.a. Duffy.
Did you get an address?

No, but Duffy rented
a 15-passenger van

two days ago on
his mileage-plus card.

Let's put out an APB.

Yeah, did that already, too.

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

license plate 7-Gary-6024.

Vehicle spotted at 3342,
route nine.

Four-five is en route.

Suspect has entered
a storefront.

Sign outside says
American Medical Clinic.

Is he still in there?

Yes, sir. And 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 got shots fired,
Broadway and Division.

So, you take the girls
to the clinics,

they get the prescriptions,

then you drive them
to the pharmacies.

They get 50 bucks
and we get the bottle.

Who writes the scrips?
J.D.

He's the one with
their license number.

So, why kill him?

I didn't kill anybody.
That was Duffy.

He got nervous.

J.D. being picked up

and then his woman
getting busted.

He thought J.D. was gonna
use him as a bargaining chip.

All right and then so...
He's lying.

Who hired you?
What?

To kill J.D. 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 going
to 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?

We 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.

You think I didn't hear you
whispering about Florida?

Planning your escape,

like I was some sort of monster,

turning Phoebe against me.

We just wanted to live.

That's all it was.

And look at you now. Just look
what you've done to yourself.

I'm more free now
than I ever was with you.

Cora Tannetti murdered a perfect
stranger without provocation.

We see no need not to prosecute

to the fullest extent
of the law.

Miss Hutchins,
does your client

wish to address the court?

No, your Honor.

I would give anything to go
back to that day on the beach

and undo all of this.

I'm sorry that I took
your son from you.

I am not a killer.

That is not who I am.

But somebody took my sister
and buried her in the woods.

And they kept me in a room for months.

And I don't even know what they
did to me and they're out there.

Mrs. Tannetti...
They are still out there.

Mrs. Tannetti, I realize that
this is an emotional moment.

But you've waived
your right to a trial.

I'm sorry, I can't consider
your defense here.

While the defendant
has pled guilty

and shows remorse for her crime,

a realistic course for
her rehabilitation is unclear.

In order to effectuate justice
for the victim and his family,

I hereby sentence the defendant,
Cora Elizabeth Tannetti,

to be remanded to
the Department of Corrections

for a minimum sentence
of 30 years.

That concludes these
proceedings.

All rise.

Harry.

Yeah?

Why don't you come over and
have dinner with us tonight?

Working on my osso buco.

No, thanks. I'm good.

You go ahead.

This is the fourth goddamn
barbecue they've stolen.

Who's they?
Junkies.

How do you know they're junkies?

Because who else would steal
a friggin' barbecue

four times in a row?

Can you describe
your barbecue for me, sir?

Yeah, it's a Napoleon
stainless steel

- with a side burner.
- Side burner.

Hey.

Hey, honey.

Hey, baby.

He's so big.

Keep your hands
on the table.

There you are.

Look at this.
I can do that sideways.

You can do
whatever you want.

I can make enough to...
Watch this.

His teacher says he's doing
really good in school now.

Yeah?

His spelling is good,
his handwriting is good.

But he doesn't really like
listening to authority.

Which I thought sounded
kind of familiar.

Again.
It's okay.

Was it a good idea
to be bringing him here?

I mean, I just don't want to hurt
him any more than I already have.

It's a good idea.

He needs his mom.

But if it's easier to move on...

for him, for both of you.

We're going to come back
next week

and every Thursday after that.

That's what we're going to do.

Okay?

Miss Beecham? I'm Detective
Lieutenant Harry Ambrose.

This must be Winter.

I'm not Miss Beecham anymore.
Maddie Beecham?

You're a hard woman to find.

But there's only one
other baby named Winter

on the birth registry.

It's up in Buffalo, so I
thought I'd try here first.

Can I help you?

You know we opened
a missing persons file on you.

Can I ask you why you left
and changed your name?

I was in a toxic relationship.

J.D. Lambert?

You were at the Beverwyck Club

on July 3rd, 2012, Miss Beecham?

You were there with Cora
Lacey and her sister Phoebe.

What do you remember
about that night?

J.D. and I had a fight,

and I left before everyone else.

I got on a bus the next morning
to my cousin's, to Vermont.

I had to get away from him.

Did you ever hear from J.D.
after that night?

He...

He wouldn't stop calling.

He threatened me.

He said that he would find me.

And then he apologized and...

asked me to be part of
a new business opportunity.

What kind of opportunity?

He was selling Oxy.

J.D.'s selling pills.

It started after that night?

Hello, doctor's office.

Dr. Strauss, please.
Who's calling?

Detective Ambrose, from
Dorchester, New York.

Let me see if he's available.
Thank you.

Thank you.
Thanks, Your Honor.

Hello, Harry.

I hope you recognize this place.

I have a
right to call my lawyer.

Sir, we're asking you to step outside!
No, I won't step out...

It's okay.

Go ahead.
Take a look around.

Hello?

Dad.

I need help with something.

Something terrible has happened.

Where are you?

I'm at the Beverwyck.
Please come.

What?

No, no, no. Hold on,
I'll be right there.

What's wrong?

Frankie?

Dad.

Are you all right?

It wasn't my fault.

What happened?

I don't know.
Um...

She had,
like, a heart attack.

I tried to do CPR
but she just...

broke.

This girl has a pulse.

Yeah, she freaked out.

She attacked Frankie.
She attacked me.

Who is this?

J.D. He's, he's a friend.

We have to get her
to the hospital.

Frankie, they're going
to tell the police.

- It was an accident!
- Yeah?

You want to try
to convince them of that?

You go to the police, I'm going to
tell them exactly what happened.

And what is that?

That your son was balls deep

in this very sick girl,

both of them high
on pills when she died.

Maybe that's an accident, maybe not.
All I know is it doesn't look good.

Frankie, go home.

Take your car
and drive straight home.

What are you going to do?

Go, just go!

Go!

All right,
that's good enough.

Now, get out of here.
I'll take care of the rest.

Whatever you say, man.

I want her out of this house.
We can't do that.

You can drop her
at the hospital.

You want her talking to the
police about last night?

Well, then what the hell
do you intend to do with her?

Oh, my God.

Don't look at this.
The less you know, the better.

Get him ready.

Ready for what? You're
flying back to L.A. today.

Come on, let's get you
in the shower.

Come on.

How are you feeling today?

All right. Easy.

It's okay.

Shh.

What the hell are you doing here?
I'm just checking in.

Make sure everything
was good on your end.

And I wanted to
ask you something.

A favor.

- ...is sending...
- ...his restaurant, ink,

Michael Voltaggio
finds the debate hypocritical.

Weather is making news
tonight...

Still nothing?
No.

That poor girl.

Her poor parents.
Small but meaningful...

Once she's healed,
I'll drop her somewhere.

Maybe she won't remember.

The military's oldest medal.

What if she does?

Into antique shops,
into the hands of collectors...

Ow!

Tell me what you remember.

Please.

Tell me what you remember.

You all right?

Where am I?

Those stolen
license numbers,

they were all from colleagues of Dr.
Belmont.

J.D. was blackmailing him
all along.

It was you.

I remember your eyes.

I know you did it for your son.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay, I got her.
Thanks.

You know, when I first
interviewed you at the station,

the way you were blaming
yourself...

I realized it felt familiar.

Because I do that, too.

The thing is, you're...

What somebody did to us
when we were young...

I know it wasn't our fault.

I know we didn't do
anything wrong.

But somehow, I...

I don't know
what to do with it all.

And he
leaves her in a back alley

in Poughkeepsie as if she
were a bag of trash.

From that moment forward,
Cora goes through life

believing not only that
she is a heroin addict,

but that she is responsible
for her sister's death.

Despite all of this,
despite all of the abuse,

by Patrick Belmont,

by J.D. Lambert,
by her own family...

does she give up?

No. No.

She gets clean.

She gets married.

She has a beautiful son.

She lives a normal life,

free of violence,
free of her past.

Until, one happy day,
at the beach with her family,

she sees Frankie Belmont sitting
on the towel next to hers.

And that's when it all comes
rushing back.

This is a unique moment

in my time
in this privileged position.

Given this new evidence,

I find that the defendant,
Cora Tannetti,

acted under the influence of
extreme emotional disturbance.

I hereby reduce the conviction
from murder in the second degree

to manslaughter in the first degree.

And rather than spend
another day in prison,

I hereby order Mrs. Tannetti
to be transferred

to a secure psychiatric
facility.

Her case will be reviewed
every two years,

with the possibility of release

if she's determined no longer

to be a danger
to herself or others.

Please rise.

What?
I'm proud of you.

You look happy.

Maybe.

Yeah.

Two years, I bet,
and you're out.

And I'll check in on you
from time to time.

Make sure
they're treating you right.

It's going to be okay.

Thank you.

Mmm.

We're very
pleased with the ruling.

The court recognized
that Mrs. Tannetti's actions

were not with intent to harm,

but the result
of psychological trauma.

We'll be making sure that
she is given adequate care

and is released
as soon as possible.

We'd like to give
the Tannetti family

appropriate space and time

to process these developments.