All language subtitles for The Sinner 3x03 - Part III (English)

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Hey.

Hi.

I'm sorry.

I know I'm not easy
to be with right now.

I'm just...

trying to figure things out.

Figure what out?

Everything, I guess.

You think maybe, um,

what you're going through
is about the baby?

Becoming a father?

You know, all that shit with your dad,

and then your mom passing.

And it's all got to be coming up.

I think you should talk to somebody.

Do you believe in God?

Do you really believe
in some higher power

who has some grand design?

I want to, but...

do you feel like you
know why we're here?

Or what happens when we die?

We don't.

It's all a total mystery.
We don't know anything.

But in spite of that,
we're going to have a child?

We're going to bring a baby
into this fucked-up existence

that we don't even understand?

And then at some point, break it to them

that they're going to die.

That they have no choice.

Why would we do that to our child?

Jamie, we are having a baby

to have more love in our lives.

Or are we doing it because
we're scared of dying,

and we feel like this
will make our lives

have some kind of meaning?

Like a spiritual Band-Aid.

We feel better, but the child
still has to face death alone.

We just kick the can down the road.

So, uh, what are you trying to say?

You don't want to have our baby?

I am giving birth...

in days.

Jesus Christ, you don't
get to do this. Not now.

It's not like I'm choosing to do this.

You are choosing.

You know who did not have a choice?

My dad.

My dad, who hauled
cement 60 hours a week

in Jamaica for shit.

He didn't even have time to think.

You, this...

this is privilege.

Don't. Don't put that on me right now.

- That's not fair.
- Life's not fair.

You still got to pull
it together and deal.

What? So I don't get to have
a moment because I'm white?

You're walking away? We're talking.

No.

We're not talking.

We will talk when you get some help.

- Oh, hey.
- Oh...

It's you.

I thought you were that policewoman.

You spent the night?

Most of it, I guess.

- Oh, that's kind of you.
- Yeah.

I at least slept a few hours

knowing that someone was out here.

I brought this for whoever.

I was a photographer at first,

so I like to shoot a lot of reference.

Some models even sit
for me, which is nice.

Always men?

Mostly.

For some reason,
I see them more clearly.

He looks familiar.

That's Tom from the Gulf station.

Oh.

Ooh, uh... and...

Nick Haas and Jamie Burns,

they never modeled for you?

I wouldn't forget that, no.

And you never met them outside of work?

I keep asking myself that.

That's what's been
keeping me up at night.

- No.
- It's just hard to believe

that they'd dig a grave on
your property for no reason.

Well, what did Jamie Burns say?

He says he doesn't know
anything about it.

He was in the car.

That doesn't necessarily mean

that their motives were aligned.

What does it mean?

Yeah.

You keep looking at me like you
think I'm hiding something.

It's just...

there has to be a reason.

I agree,

and I-I don't exactly feel comfortable

sitting here waiting for
the guy, Jamie Burns,

to come back and finish what he started.

You don't have someone you
could stay with for a while?

I have deadlines. This is where I work.

I can't just uproot everything.

Well, don't you have some
kind of security system here?

You got cameras or something, right?

I have an old shotgun in the shed.

Well, you ought to have some
kind of security anyway, right?

I mean, your paintings... you get
a pretty good price for them.

Oh, you've been researching me.

I'm working a case, so...

Shit.

Excuse me, sir.

You're kind of taking up two spots.

You can fit.

All right, one.

Very good.

Tickets, please.

Thank you very much.

You got a problem, bro?

What the hell?

Fuck this.

Whoa, there you are.

You're okay?

Yeah, yeah, fine.

Just a little bit of sciatica.

It comes and goes.

Ah, yeah. Yeah, my dad had that once.

Got laid up for months.

You got anything for the pain?

Pills make me too drowsy.

What do you got?

Forensics, they found fibers
and hairs at the site.

- You talked to Burns?
- Yeah, yeah.

He said he didn't know
anything about a grave.

Think that's bullshit?

How long on the DNA?

A couple of days. I don't know.

- Anything from college?
- Yeah.

Jamie left school mid-term on his own.

But he was in the middle
of a disciplinary hearing.

Apparently, he attacked his roommate.

Well, we should track that guy down.

I did.

He's a dermatologist.

He works in the city.

I'll have to head down
there later today.

Oh, okay, good, good.

You want company?

Well, no, I'm fine.

- I'm fine.
- Got you.

Yeah, who dreams of becoming
a dermatologist, right?

Yeah, how much fun could that be?

Okay, don't forget to take a look

at the early writings
of Winston Churchill.

We'll go over that next time.

I'm so sorry, Mr. B.

I didn't want my parents
to say anything.

I didn't even want to
show them the letter.

But my mom was being
like a crazy person...

- It's okay.
- I'm so pissed at them.

I need to talk to you.

But not here.

Meet me at Three Brothers
over on Lexington at 3:30.

Off-campus?

Um, well, I have model U.N. at...

You're skipping that. 3:30.

Okay, um...

see you there then.

Jamie Burns.

Does he know that we're speaking?

I mean, is he going to find out?

I'm just trying to get some
background information

for context, so no.

Uh, well,

when we were roommates sophomore year,

everything was fine.

We were friendly, but not too close.

Just perfect roommate
distance, you know?

So we re-upped junior year,

and that's when he completely changed.

Why was that?

It was this guy he started
hanging out with,

Nick Haas.

He's a weird guy... dark.

Jamie kind of fell under his spell.

They were inseparable.

Jamie got really distant.
He wouldn't speak to me.

And I'd catch him
looking at me sometimes

- like he hated me.
- He ever threaten you?

No, not really.

But then, uh, one morning,

it's maybe 6:00 a.m., I wake up.

I find him sitting on the
floor covered in dirt,

his hands bloody,
just staring at the wall.

He wouldn't speak.

Drugs? Something...

No, it felt different than that.

He... he seemed almost... too alive.

That was my limit.

I took some pictures of him to
petition for a room change.

And, uh...

That's when he attacked me.

For taking pictures?

No, at some point, I put
my hand on his shoulder,

like, to get his attention,
and it was like a trip wire.

He started screaming, pushing me.

He took this damn lava lamp

and cracked me over the head with it.

I had 22 stitches.

It really screwed up my year.

Pictures... you still have those?

Uh, yeah, somewhere.

I could find them and send
them over to you if you like.

Great, great.

Appreciate the time.

Uh, Detective.

If you need someone to come in

and testify against his character,

I'll make the time.

What I'm trying to say is
you're making a mistake.

I don't understand.

Emma, I know you.

I know how wound up
you get about doing well.

I know you're taking
Adderall to compete...

- That's not true.
- I've seen you passing pills

with Lisa. I know what you're doing.

It's just to help me focus.
Really, I promise.

- Look, I don't care...
- I shouldn't be punished

- for trying to do well.
- I don't care about the Adderall.

I don't care, okay?

My point is that going to Brown

is only going to make things worse.

You're killing yourself
to get good grades.

Going to an Ivy and meeting
the right people...

doing what everyone else is doing...

it's a dead end.

But you've been telling
me to go this whole time.

I was wrong.

Really wrong.

You just can't let other
people tell you what to do.

- But I chose Brown.
- Because you think you have to go.

Emma, think. God damn it.

You're a smart girl. Can
you think bigger with me

for just a second?

We are living on a giant rock.

We are flying through space,
and no one knows anything.

School makes you think
they have the answers,

but they don't. No one does.

Well, if that's true,

then I shouldn't believe you either.

You're right. You shouldn't.

I can't not go. I mean, my parents...

Screw your parents.

That's easy for you to say that.

You want to keep feeling
the way you do now?

Stressed out and scared

and never thinking you're good enough?

Look, I know you're unhappy.

I have watched you be unhappy
for three years now.

Is that how you want to live?

You think you're finally going
to get somewhere, arrive,

but trust me, I did that,
and you never get there.

You never feel like...

I'm sorry, I...

I should...

- What?
- I'm sorry. This...

this isn't fair.

I-I gotta...

I'm sorry.

God damn it.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Oh, my God.
- You're right on time.

Contractions are about
seven minutes apart.

- We have time.
- Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Yeah. You okay?

Well, it feels intense,

kind of like a gripping.
But, yeah, I'm okay.

For now.

I'm happy.

Yeah?

Yeah.

- Good, good.
- Yeah.

How do we keep the tub temp consistent?

Oh, hey.

- Hey.
- You're here.

Brian's been here all afternoon.

I'd like him to stay if that's okay.

All afternoon? Y-you called him first?

He was home.

Right.

Okay, B.

- Oh, okay, okay, okay.
- Okay, deep breaths.

Okay, here we go.

You're doing great.

Well, when is he free?

Should a ten-year-old be that busy?

No, I know.

I know. It's...

All right.

Just let me know.

_

_

Oh, oh, my God.

Oh, my God...

- Oh, my God.
- It's a boy.

- Oh, my God.
- We have a son.

We have a son.

- Daddy, your honor here.
- Oh, yeah, yeah. All right...

- Right here?
- Mm-hmm.

All right.

Hey.

Okay, okay, okay.

Well, you want to make sure

that security techs install
those varifocal lens cameras.

I don't know what that means,

but I'll make sure I pretend to.

And you can get that
emergency call button.

- Mm.
- And keep it on your keychain.

I-I know this is designed to
make me feel more secure,

but it's not.

Well, it makes some of
the rest of us feel better.

Well, that's something.

See this red oak would be
a great camera position.

That's a healthy looking tree, isn't it?

Yeah, I'm not so lucky
with my blue spruces.

I lost a bunch to needle cast last year.

I can help with that. I have a
fungicide that will mitigate it.

I've never met anybody with
a mitigating fungicide.

Yeah, it can help.

So this is you over here?

Going this way, it's all the
way out to that aspen grove?

- Yup, up to the road.
- Uh-huh.

Help me.

Thanks.

I didn't do very much.

You're pretty steady on your own.

Well, one of us had to
make the first move.

Hun?

Hey.

You barely slept the last few nights.

Why don't you go lay down?

What if something happens
and he stops breathing?

Babe.

Baby...

He is a champion,

first-in-his-class breather.

Hey.

You just got to loosen up a bit

or you're going to wear yourself out.

I'll just stay a bit longer, okay?

Okay, I think maybe five minutes...

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

I got it.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Hey.

Aw, yeah?

Package for you.

For me?

Yup, it's from Michigan.

Thank you.

Detective Ambrose.

What?

Huh? What's up?

DNA came in.

Jamie Burns is a match with the
samples from the grave site.

Thanks.

Shh, I just got him to quiet down.

What are you doing here?

Leela needed to lie down for a bit,

so I took over.

He's doing great.

I'll take him.

He just fell asleep. It's okay.

- Just give him to me.
- Trust me, Jamie.

I know from personal experience.

Once you get him down
like this, you just...

Give me my son, okay?

Okay.

Sure.

Come here, buddy.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!

You just won't leave me alone, will you?

I can't seem to.

You know, you can stop lying now

because it's over.

I know what you did.

What are you talking about?

I know you were at the grave.

We got a DNA report that proves it.

This thing isn't going to go away.

So I was at the grave.
What does that prove?

You lied to me.

I know that in college,

you attacked your roommate.

And I know that something
happened that night

between you and Nick

that made you snap.

And I know that after the accident,

you killed him.

You kept him from calling for help.

And then you wiped your
prints off his cell phone.

That's true, isn't it?

It's manslaughter.

How do you even prove that?

What kind of evidence do you have?

You don't, do you?

I just want you to know
I'm watching you.

Why do you care so much about this?

You broke the law.

That's not it.

Anyway, this whole thing is over now.

Is it?

I think you let Nick die

because you didn't like
that he had a hold on you.

But he still does.

Doesn't he?

I mean, assuming you're right,

what would you do about it?

If you were me.

I'd accept the help I'm offered.

You mean confess.

Yeah.

Nick Haas, I remember well.

Brilliant young man. A bit eccentric.

You only find students of his
caliber every once in a while.

He was with him, Jamie Burns.

He survived the accident.

He was also in your class.

Obviously didn't make as much
of an impression on me.

Sorry.

His former roommate

took this picture.

This is why I came here.

�bermensch.

From what I understand, it's Nietzsche.

It means some kind of Superman.

A bit reductive in translation,

but yes, that's right.

The highest form of man.

And Nick and Jamie would
have covered Nietzsche

in your philosophy seminar.

Many disaffected young
men take to Nietzsche.

It's usually just a phase.

Pretty strong stuff from what I've read.

�bermensch ignoring morality.

No, that's not quite right.

The �bermensch creates his own morality.

Nietzsche contends that our modern ways

have led us to lose our faith.

God is dead.

It's up to the �bermensch to
forge new values to live by.

It's a challenge,

one that requires will and discipline.

And if somebody were to
rise to that challenge?

Ostensibly, you conquer fear.

Live at a higher level than common man.

Discover the truth of existence.

That's probably what
appealed to these two.

So you become your own God.

You try.

But there are pitfalls.

Such as?

The temptation towards elitism.

Belief in one's
self-created superiority.

Hitler used Nietzsche to
justify the Holocaust,

for instance.

That's a bit of a slippery slope.

Nietzsche warned of it himself.

"If you gaze long enough into the abyss,

the abyss will gaze back into you."

Emma Hughes's parents are livid.

Isn't that their resting state?

I had to talk them down off a cliff.

They want to take this
issue to the Trustees.

What did you say to Emma?

What did they say to you?

Well, apparently she's questioning

whether or not she wants
to go to college at all now

thanks to you.

Maybe they should listen
to their daughter.

What did you say to her?

I encouraged her to think independently.

Isn't that what we do here?

Jamie...

What is going on with you?

I just, I don't understand...

I'm only trying to help her.

No, you're deliberately sabotaging her.

Who do you care about?

Really. Is it Emma? Or your job?

I'm pulling Emma out of your class.

That's not going to help with anything.

Her parents have asked
that you not communicate

with her again, and I
think it's a good idea.

Well, fuck you then.

Excuse me?

We may have been colleagues
before I became your boss,

but you cannot speak to me that way.

Are we done?

Yes, I think we are.

For the moment.

Oh, oh, that's great.

That's great, and how are
we doing on inventory?

Did you place that order?

Great. Oh, yeah...

Attaboy.

Dream away, little guy.

Dream away.

He looks just like you.

- Give him to me.
- No, please.

He needs to learn.

Give him to me.

Hey.

Hey, what's going on?

Take him.

Is he okay?

Jamie.

Hi, baby. Okay, okay.

Anything good?

- Nah, still working.
- Yeah.

Michigan VA Home.

Something from your old man?

Yeah. Personal effects.

Oh, I didn't know.

Oh, shit, Harry. I-I'm sorry.

That's okay.

I mean, I know you weren't close,

but, you know, still.

Your father.

Barely.

Anyway, hey, condolences, man.

Uh... yeah?

Detective Ambrose, you got
a Jamie Burns here for you.

Looks pretty upset.

Okay.

Okay.

Easy. Just take it easy.

Yeah, it's just,

I'm trying to hold it
together, all right?

- I really am, I am.
- Good.

But what? What is it?

What the hell are they
talking about in there?

- Jamie.
- Okay.

- Is anybody hurt?
- No, no, I just...

I was... I was holding my baby...

And?

You were holding your baby, and?

Help me. Please help me.

I will, I will.

But you got to tell me what's going on.

Captain, I'm just going
to escort Mr. Burns

for a consultation at
St. Emilia's Hospital.

Okay, sure.

I'll catch up with you tomorrow.

Great.

And what happens after that?

The doctors are going to
ask you a few questions.

We can at least get you something

to calm your system down.

I'm so fucked.

No, you're not.

You have a child now.

You're going to have
to get better for him.

Hey.

It's like Nick infected me.

I didn't want it, but now
I can't get it out of me.

You can do this.

A step at a time.

Right over here.

We need some security,

but it's got to be quiet
and at a distance.

A threat to himself or to others?

Both.

We need to detain him
as soon as possible.

I'll tell the doctor.

Hopefully, we won't
have to wait too long.

You're doing good.

What's going on?

I don't know, but...

those guys, they get 15 bucks an hour

to look at their cell phones.

- Jamie Burns?
- All right.

You're doing the right thing. Come on.

You can wait here until we're finished.

No, he can stay. I want him to.

All right.

So I assume you're aware

of your rights and that
I can't hold you here

unless I deem you a threat
to yourself or others.

Hold me? You mean involuntarily?

That's only in extreme cases
when someone's suicidal.

Right. People who have trouble

controlling themselves.
That sort of thing.

Okay then.

Just need a few boring details to start.

So, uh, Jamie. Is it James?

- James.
- James.

Date of birth?

November 5th, 1981.

And you live at 325 Washington Avenue?

Yeah.

And the reason you're here today

is because you've expressed a concern

about your mental well-being.

I guess so.

Why are you concerned?

I...

Try just telling me how you feel.

I have this feeling all the time,

like I'm trapped.

Like there's this big
thing looming over me

and I'm the only one who can see it.

Can you describe what the thing is?

It's like...

The fact that we're alive.

That we're going to die.

You ever hear voices in your head?

No.

Any hallucinations?

Seeing things that aren't there?

Sometimes I imagine things.

You know, like daydreams.

Like daydreams or something more real?

He's not schizophrenic.

Why don't you let me do
the evaluation, Detective?

Have you had any suicidal thoughts?

I've thought about it.

But I can't do that.

Why not?

Because then you're just avoiding pain.

And pain is the gateway.

That's what my friend used to say.

So you feel you can
control those impulses.

Well, you think you can until you can't.

Isn't that right?

So you don't feel you can
control those impulses?

No, I'm saying that's a stupid question.

You ever have thoughts
of hurting others?

If I answer yes, what will you do?

You'll keep me here against my will?

Is that what this is about?

This is about getting you
the help that you asked for.

- That's all.
- Is it?

Have you had urges to hurt others?

Have you ever held a baby?

Yeah, you know the feeling

when you have him in your hands

and you feel the weight there,

this helpless, fragile thing.

And you get this jolt of fear

because you know you could drop him.

You could just let him go,
let him break on the floor.

The possibility is right there,

so close.

And you feel this dread,

like there's some part of
you that you can't control

that will drop him just to relieve you.

Just to make it go away.

You know that feeling, don't you?

We all do.

You should lock us all up.

Jamie, just... Hey.

Jamie. Don't, Jamie.

What the hell was that?

You trying to get me locked up?

That's how you help me?

You're not going to figure
this out on your own.

Let's go someplace and talk.

You and me.

Just you and me.

Nick was right.

Jamie.

Jamie, hey, hey...

Jamie. God... shit!

Ah...

How'd it go?

Couldn't hold him.

He took off into the woods.

What? What do you mean?

He just ran off.

He's not stable.

We got to post somebody
at Sonya Barzel's place.

And I need an emergency warrant
on his cell phone right away.

But we can't get a warrant that fast.

We have to. He's out there.

He's going to do something.

We have to find him.

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