All language subtitles for The.Sinner.S04E08.BluRay.HI.Removed

Aren't you tired?

Can't we just
let it all go?

We could walk
to the ocean.

- I knew
this was gonna happen.

Nothing has happened.

- How can you say that?
What if they call Don in?

Now they know
about the boatyard.

- Don's not gonna be
a problem.

You sure about that?

What if they start
asking him questions?

Oh, for fuck's sake, Sean.

You want some eggs?

- Such five-star service.

You boys put our future
on the line more often,

maybe I'll get eggs
all the time.

It's fine.

Nothing to worry about.

- Yeah, just 15 years
to life

for my two sons.

Or a fine
of $1 1/2 million minimum.

Who told you that?

The internet.

I couldn't sleep all night.

Harry Ambrose knows
what you're doing.

- I'm telling you,
none of this traces back to us.

It doesn't.
I made sure of it.

And Verne's
not gonna talk.

You don't know that.

- Trust me,
if we stay quiet,

this all blows over.

- I can't believe
you resorted to this.

Those poor people.

- All we did
was move 'em

from one place
to another.

Help 'em find
some work.

I taught you better.

- How else were we supposed
to stay above water?

Ma, you looked
at the books.

You knew there was money
coming in from somewhere.

- I thought you were
overfishing

and selling on the side
like everybody else.

Not this.

We did this for you.

"Save the family business,"

that's all we ever hear
around here.

And I'm the one
who has to figure it out

over and over and over.

You think I enjoy doing
what we did?

It was a stupid idea.

Shut the fuck up.

Six days sober,
and you're the moral authority?

You were right there with me.

Maybe...

we just go tell Lou now.

Maybe...

he can make a deal for us.

- No, this family
has lost enough.

We stay quiet,
we stay together

no matter what.

There's no other way.

- So, Don,
you can make this

easy on yourself
or worse.

Your choice.

I'm getting my coffee.

I need the names

of everybody
on Hanover Island

who moved people on boats

or took a cut,

and you'll be looking
at a lot less time.

Maybe nothing.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

- Where were you sending them
in Canada?

- That sounds like a lot
of conspiracy nonsense to me.

- Okay, just--

do you have children,
grandchildren?

You want to be around
for them, right?

You have no hard evidence

for any of this shit
you're alleging.

- Yeah, because you burned
a good part of it.

But I know that someone died
because of this.

And that death's
gonna come down on you.

So tell me now,

or I'll find out
some other way

and it'll only go worse
for you.

You law guys,

flinging your handcuffs around

'cause you got
nothing else to live for.

Sad is what it is.

Thanks, hon.

There's no one else
who's gonna help you.

Not here.

Hey, Harry.

No running off this time.
Let's go.

Get out.

- I don't know
what you're doing,

but you're making
a big mistake.

- Made a big mistake.
Come here.

You were right, okay?

The ballistics came back?

Early this morning.

Novak's piece

fired the bullet
into Brandon's head.

Shoe fits, like you said.

I checked the records.

Josh was on duty
the night Percy jumped.

So I checked
the security camera files

to see
if she actually showed up.

The files from that night
are the only ones missing.

- And now Josh is gone.
Skipped town.

I guess Novak was
paying him off the whole time.

- So you bring him in yet,
Novak?

Ah, he lawyered up.

Some shady guy who looks like

Sylvester Stallone
in a...Mazda.

I swear to God, Harry,
this whole thing...

happening right under my nose,

my own friends?

It's like,
how could I be that naive?

I always thought
this was the kind of place

where nothing bad happens.

And those people--
how they were treated...

under my watch.

And what I did
to Mike Lam.

- Nothing's ever
what you think it is.

Must be nice,

to be so lazy
at your job.

Always do
the easy thing,

and not even a slap
on the wrist.

- Maybe next time,
you'll listen to the truth.

- So that hard drive
at Hal Balen's shop?

We hit the mother lode.

Cuesta called it in
to the feds,

and they've known

about trafficking
in this area over a year.

- All right.
And?

- And they appreciate
what we sent over.

Hands off for us now.

They don't want it
jeopardizing their work, okay?

What work?

- Apparently Hanover Island's
an offshoot

of a much larger operation.

They're after
a bigger fish here.

- It's likely
there's a homicide

tied to that operation.

You don't think
we should look into it?

- I don't know
what to tell you, man.

Chain of command.

- Harry, I know
it's frustrating,

but you've already done a lot.

There was a victim

that Percy felt
responsible for.

And I think it was
one of the people

who were being smuggled.

So what else can we do?

We can't track 'em all down
across Canada.

There's an unknown number

on Verne Novak's phone.

It's somebody else local
who Verne was working with.

I call and call,
and no one picks up.

- You want me to trace
the address.

- Hey.
What'd you find?

- Calls were coming in
from a payphone.

Happens to be
across the street

from Colin Muldoon's place.

- Shit.
So you were right.

He's part of this too.

- And it looks like
he's got company.

Let me call you back.

- Those are just the taxes
from the last five years.

I can go back further
if you need.

- No, no.
This is all right.

So it was--looks like
two years ago, 2019,

that the Lams' income
took a big jump.

- Yeah, that was
around the time

they got their own
lobstering permit.

Soon after that,
they bought the restaurant.

- While they were working
the Muldoon boats?

- Yeah.
- So...

I mean, where'd they get
this kind of money?

People did wonder.

Those permits are anywhere

from 50 grand
to $1/2 million.

- Families hold on
to them, right?

For generations.

And the waiting list
is 20 years long.

It's not exactly a system
that's open to newcomers.

Well, the Lams got one.

I'm so confused.

I was just apologizing
to Mike Lam.

And now, what, we're saying
that he's involved

in the smuggling ring, too,

and the permit
was some kind of payout?

This is a land deed.

- Crescent Island.
- Sold to--

- Mike Lam.
By Sean Muldoon.

For $10.

You know that spot?

- Yeah,
it's one of a few

tiny islands
off Riverport.

You couldn't even build
a house on it.

It's mostly just rock.

Hey.

Hi.

Getting back to work, huh?

Your dad's home.

Bet you're glad about that.

I mean, I guess.

But this whole thing
just makes me very un-glad.

- Yeah.
That's understandable.

Appreciate you helping us.

- Look, I had something
I wanted to ask you about.

I found this.

It was out on Crescent Island.

The one your family owns.

I know there's one of these

for each of you in the family.

This one...

this is for your brother, Bo,
back in Hong Kong?

- What does that have to do
with anything?

- He's not really
back in Hong Kong, is he?

Asked around about him.

I know he was here.

He worked boats
at Clark Harbor,

and that was

up until...two years ago.

Sounds like, for your folks,
he was the real golden child.

He was one that everybody said
had the best chance

of pulling off the whole
American dream thing.

He was there through it all.

Protecting your family
every step of the way.

But he's buried
out on that island, isn't he?

I gotta finish up here.

CJ, what happened to him?

No one wants you to do this.

I'm on your side.

Then listen to me.

Stop.

- One year, two years tops,
we'll have our own permit.

Lobster, obviously.

Hopefully some groundfish too.

A restaurant
on the boardwalk.

Lean into all that
dumb tourist crap.

Little plastic crabs

for salt shakers
or some shit.

Two boats at least.

- I hate
those damn boats.

Come on.

- Seriously, man,
getting up at 4:00?

Feeling sick
all the time?

Or, like,
I can never stand normal

'cause I'm rocking or, like,
feel like I am.

"Wah, wah, my name is CJ.

I'm sick all the time."

You only work weekends.

- I mean, all these people here
who say fishing is addictive,

they're psycho.

I hate all of it.

- Well, good.
You're really bad at it.

It'd be tragic if you're so bad
at something you liked.

Fuck you.

- The whole point is,
though, CJ,

you don't have to do it.

I'm gonna make sure
we're solid.

Then you can do
whatever you want.

Hey, Sean.

What are you doing here?

- I'm headed back
to Dorchester.

Thought I'd say goodbye.

They got all they need
on Verne Novak.

No need for me
to stick around, I guess.

How you been doing?

All right.

- That's the hardest part,
you know.

This phase of it.

Funeral's over,
you know,

and neighbors stop
checking in.

I remember that from
when my mother passed on.

What do you want?

- I was out
on Crescent Island yesterday.

I saw Bo Lam's grave.

He's buried on land
that used to be in your name.

There must be
a good reason for that.

Sean, you always
gonna look to them

to tell you what to do?

Keeping secrets...

you know,
they never go away.

They're just gonna haunt you

like they haunted her.

Sean, what happened
to Bo?

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- You gotta say it,
for your sake.

Say it for Bo.

- What'd you tell him?
- Nothing.

- You need to get the fuck
out of here.

I'm serious.
Right now.

- Sean, what would Percy
want you to do?

- I said leave.
You hear me?

What's going on?

Sean...

- What are you--

Just say it.

We killed him.

No.

Bo used to work for us,

and we took him one night
on our boat.

- What the hell
are you doing?

I am not lying anymore!

It was two years ago.

It's outrageous.

Yeah, tell me about it.

- After all
we've done for them.

And where
was he selling them?

- To Tom Billings
in Chester.

Dumb enough to think that
that wouldn't get back to us.

So how did you miss this?

I didn't.

I saw the gas gauge,

and I told Colin I thought
someone was using the boat.

- Yeah, but you missed--
- Our hauls were lower.

- Okay, fine.
What do you want me to do?

- I want you to do your job,
Sean, for once.

Bo's been skimming?

- Yeah, he's been taking
the boat out

and stealing
from the traps.

And your pop didn't even
fucking notice.

I'll handle it, okay?

I'll take him out
on the boat.

Lay down the law.

- You should have hired
what's-his-nuts,

Mark Brady's nephew,
not the Lams.

Don't start that again.

- These out-of-towners
with no ties here,

they just look out
for themselves.

- Oh, yeah, the same thing
happened with the Laniers,

the guy they hired
from California.

- Mm-hmm.

- Sounds like you should
all go out,

'cause Sean needs
all the help he can get.

- You're late.
- Sorry.

Couldn't find the gloves.

We're on Colin's boat?

Yeah.

Taking in some traps today.

Team effort.

What's going on?

- We know
what you've been doing.

I don't know what you mean.

Don't lie to me, man.

You sold 200 pounds of our haul
in Chester.

They told us.

- I didn't take anything
from your traps.

- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

Don't try to play us.

- Those are my traps.
It was my haul.

Look...

All right,

I took your boat out
with my dad a couple times.

I knew it.

Fished our permits.

I should have told you, okay?

But I never took
from your traps.

- Our hauls have been light
for the past month.

- Yeah, well,
that's not on me.

That's just
what's out there.

You owe us 2 grand,

everything you got in Chester.

- I don't owe you shit.
I wasn't skimming.

All right, look, okay?

I should've told you
about the boat.

It's just, I ask
and you always say no.

- I'll pay you for the gas.
- Oh, fuck you.

Don't touch me.

- You're a lying
piece of shit.

I did you a favor
hiring you.

- I trained you.
- A favor?

You barely pay a living wage.

- We pay what
everybody else pays.

Yeah, and it sucks!

So get your own fucking boat!

How can we?

You guys own
all the permits.

What are we supposed to do,
huh,

wait in line
for 15 years?

And pay with what?

That's not our problem.

- Fuck you.
- We don't owe you--

You are done here.

Your whole family.
You are done here.

Fuck you.

Dad!

You fuck.

- You don't touch me.
You hear me?

Stop it!

Okay, that's enough.

- Oh, shit, Colin.
- Shit.

- Fucking--
- Stop it!

Fuck you!

- Dad!
- You bring me out here,

- fucking threaten me?
- Dad, Dad.

Get off me.

That haul was mine!

It's our boat, our haul.

- You don't own me.
You hear me?

Get off of him.

I said get--

- I didn't mean to.
He wasn't stopping.

- I'm gonna get the truck.
Make sure nobody sees.

Get his legs.

Ow!

- Shit.
- What happened?

My shoulder.

I'm so sorry.

Hello.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

It was an accident.

Nobody meant
this to happen.

- What did you do
to him?

It was me.

I was trying to talk
to him and--

- They wanted
to meet with Bo

because there was an issue
with our count.

It was low.

And it seemed that Bo was--

Was what?

What?

Things got heated.

- It was me.
I did it.

Percy, go upstairs.

- I got the gun,
and I shot him.

You shot him?

- Upstairs!
Now!

- What does she mean
she shot him?

Please, I beg of you.

She was trying to keep them
from fighting.

And if you call the police--
she's young.

Her whole life,

it'll be ruined.

My son is dead!

It was a mistake.

A horrible mistake.

What can we do?

- Just talk to her.
All right.

- We agreed to it,
all of us.

but that didn't
make it right.

- In giving up
the permit,

times must have gotten
even harder.

So the smuggling, right,
that's when you turned to it,

trying to make ends meet?

- Yes.
- Sean, shut the fuck up!

- They probably told you
those people,

they wanted to be smuggled.

You thought you were
being helpful.

- We were lying
to ourselves.

We knew the jobs
weren't any good.

This isn't just about you.

You can't do this.

You can't.

- Take me
to the station.

I'll answer anything
anyone wants to know.

You're on your own.

You can't do this.

Sean!

Get out of the car.

I said get out
of the car.

You're not doing this.

Sean!

Open the door.

I said open the door!

Let's go.

- Don't you dare move this car!
You hear me?

Sean, please.

Think of your brother.
Think of me.

We're gonna lose everything.

Please.

It's what you wanted.

Let's go, please.

- Hi.
You've reached Sonya Barzel.

Please leave a message.
Thanks.

Sorry to interrupt.

No bad news.
I promise.

I'm so sorry to learn
about what happened to Bo,

to your son.

I want you to know that I spoke
to the district attorney,

and the state has agreed
not to pursue charges

of any cover-up
of your son's death.

I'll just need a statement
when you're ready.

Otherwise, you have
nothing to worry about.

- We have many things
to worry about.

- Right.
Of course.

Lou...

thank you.

Look...

I know it's not
gonna bring your son back,

but I think...

Percy spent
the rest of her life

wishing she could undo
what she did.

- What did Percy
have to do with Bo?

CJ...

It wasn't an equipment accident
that killed your brother.

There was a fight

between Bo
and the Muldoons.

Percy used a gun to stop it.

Oh, my God.

That's why I was so upset

when I saw
the two of you together.

I'm sorry.

- So your deal,
it wasn't to save them

from reckless endangerment
charges.

You covered up his murder?

- It wasn't to save them
from anything.

How could you do that?

- We thought we were
protecting you.

- We did it for you,
for your future.

So this is it, huh?

- Yeah, I'm catching
the ferry tomorrow.

Ah.

I don't know
how to thank you.

You taught me...a lot.

Hmm.

Almond. Roca. Buttercrunch.
Incredible.

You can buy them at Dory Mates'
seafood shop.

You will lose your mind.

Don't be a stranger.

Drop me a line sometime.

- I saw your car
parked outside.

I know this has gotta
be hard for you.

- Well, you got
what you want.

Hope you're satisfied.

- I was just trying
for some justice for Percy.

- You know, it doesn't feel
like justice.

- I came to you first,
like you asked.

We both wanted the truth.

- You didn't have
to keep going.

You could have stopped

once you saw
what it would do to us.

You know I couldn't do that.

- So you think the world's
a better place now

because of what you did?

I'm not sure.

Thought you should have that.

I've been coming
to this church for 68 years,

asking for his guidance.

I've never heard
a fucking word back.

- Thanks, Josh.
I'll take it from here.

- You're lucky
Lou wasn't there.

- I'm lucky?
- Next time you want to talk

to strangers
about something

you don't know
anything about,

- you come to us.
- I can't believe

- you would even--
- Keep your voice down.

We didn't have a choice.

- If you say anything
to her about this,

you're gonna
make her sick again.

Is that what you want?

- Say any of what to me?
I'm not an invalid.

What's going on?

What happened
to your head?

It's nothing.

- Why was Josh Moore
dropping you off?

- Percy's freaking out
about Bo Lam again.

Yeah, she almost came out
with all of it.

Luckily, she chickened out.

Oh, my God, Percy.

- This family
makes me sick.

What's gotten into you?

We're supposed to be
past this now.

We're poisoned,

all of us.

And it's all because
of what I did to Bo.

It's ruined us.

Don't be dramatic.

We're not ruined.

Look at you.

You say you know God?

You can't even own
the decisions you've made.

And you.

Tell her.

Tell her what you do
in the garage.

I'm no better.

I've ruined
the Lams' lives.

I've ruined the Lams' lives,

and I never did anything
to make it right.

- We did a lot for them,
actually.

Like a permit fixes anything?

And now the business is failing
because of it.

- I don't understand
why this is happening now.

- Because I go around
every day

pretending
that I'm innocent,

and I can't stand it anymore.

Everywhere I go I see him.
He follows me.

- Maybe it was just too soon
for you to go back to work.

Grams.

Grams, I have to go to Lou.
Okay?

I need to.
Please, it's the only thing.

It's the only thing
that'd make it right.

- I have to go.
- You've gotta stop.

- I have to go,
or I'm gonna go crazy.

Please, please.

- If you go to Lou--
if you go to Lou,

- you're gonna ruin us.
- Grams, I need to.

The business, me,

Colin, your father.

Dad...

Say something.

- Promise me you will not go
to the police.

- It wouldn't fix
anything anyway.

- You wanted
to say goodbye?

Something like that.

- Do you understand
it all now?

Why I jumped?

- Trying to put
it all together.

You were one
of those people

whose whole life
was mapped out for them.

But when that gun
went off,

everything veered
off course.

You wanted to come clean,

but your family
made you stuff it all down.

Right.

So I tried to escape
the only way I knew how.

That never works.

No, it doesn't.

You--you went to CJ.

You wanted to confess.

But I was too scared.

And I only ended up
making everything worse.

I needed to leave the island.

- And the only person who could
see that was your father.

But your family
couldn't let you go.

- I don't understand.
Why didn't they help me?

They thought they were.

You realized that you needed
to look somewhere else.

To something more honest.

Do you think that I found it?

You were getting there.

Then why was it so hard?

That stuff's hard.

You have
to finally see yourself.

You have to see what's really
happening all around you.

You looked,
and all of a sudden,

everyone was against you.

Your whole family
was poisoned,

and you could only
blame yourself for it all.

- Do you--

Who was on the bluff
with me, then?

There--there was someone.

No.

You were alone.

But he was here with you.

It was Bo.

He was the one who was
following you all along.

And when you looked back,

you saw him.

I know
what that feels like.

You try and try...

But those feelings,
they still crush you.

And...

You just want
to leave it all behind.

You just gotta get
some relief.

That day I met you

down by the docks...

that's what you were thinking.

Yeah.

And now?

Do you see another way?