All language subtitles for The Sinner s03e03_English

[dramatic music]

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[stove clicking]

[gas hissing]

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[shovel thudding]

- 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?

[kettle whistling]

[quietly]
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.
[kettle stops whistling]

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.

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♪

- 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...

[train rumbling]

- [whispers] Shit.

[somber music]

Excuse me, sir.

You're kind of
taking up two spots.

- You can fit.

[alarm engage beeps]

- All right, one.

Tickets, please.

Thank you very much.

You got a problem, bro?

[scoffs]

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What the hell?

[scoffs]
Fuck this.

- Whoa, there you are.

- [grunts]
- 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?

- [stammers]
Well, no, I'm fine.

I'm fine.
- Got you.

Yeah, who dreams of becoming
a dermatologist, right?

[laughs] 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.

[overlapping chatter]

- 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.

- [sighs]
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.

[footsteps approach]
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.

[ominous music]

Appreciate the time.

[clears throat]
- Uh, Detective.

If you need someone to come in

and testify
against his character,

I'll make the time.

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- 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...

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♪

I'm sorry, I...

I should...

- What?
- I'm sorry.

This...

this isn't fair.

I-I gotta...

I'm sorry.

[thunder rumbling]

[thudding]

[heavy music]

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[thudding continues]

[thudding continues]

[unsettling music]

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[thudding continues]
[music intensifies]

[honking]

[phone buzzing]

[bluesy music]

♪

[tapping on window]

[eerie music]

♪

[thud]

[rustles and shatters]

- God damn it.

[tapping continues]

[tapping]

[sighs]

[footsteps approaching]

- 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.

- [inhales and exhales]

- 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.

- [whispers] Right.

- [whimpering]
Okay, B.

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

- Okay, here we go.
[groans]

- You're doing great.
- [whines]

all: [exhaling]

- 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.

[pings]

[ominous music]

♪

- [crying]

[thudding]

[groaning]

- Oh, oh, my God.

Oh, my God...

[baby crying]

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

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

We have a son.
[laughs]

- Daddy, your honor here.

- Oh, yeah, yeah.
All right...

Right here?
- Mm-hmm.

[snip]

All right.

[baby crying]

Hey.

- Okay, okay, okay.

[heavy music]

♪

- 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.

[soft music]

♪

- 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.

[thudding]

[uneasy music]

♪

[thudding continues]

Hey.

Aw, yeah?

- [gurgling and crying]

- Package for you.

- For me?

- Yup,
it's from Michigan.

- Thank you.

- Detective Ambrose.

- [stammers]
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.

- [crying]

- [shushing]

[unsettling music]

♪

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!

[melancholic music]

♪

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?

[tense music]

♪

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.

[camera shuttering]

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

- 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.

Ubermensch.

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.

Ubermensch ignoring morality.

- No,
that's not quite right.

The Ubermensch 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 Ubermensch
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' 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...
[murmurs]

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...[voice fades]

- Attaboy.

Dream away, little guy.

Dream away.

[thudding]

[unsettling music]

♪

- He looks just like you.

Give him to me.

- No, please.

- He needs to learn.

Give him to me.

- [gasps]

- [wailing]

[crack]

[intense music]

♪

- Hey.

Hey, what's going on?

- Take him.

- Is he okay?

[murmuring]

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.

[sighs]
Your father.

- Barely.

- Anyway, hey,
condolences, man.

[pats back]

[phone beeps]

- Uh...yeah?

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

Looks pretty upset.

- Okay.

- [panting]
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.
- [breathing hard] 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.

- [panting]

- 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.

[door squeals]

- Jamie Burns?

- All right.

You're doing the right thing.
Come on.

[heavy music]

♪

- 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.

- Date of birth?

- November 5th, 1981.

[clicks]

- And you live
at 325 Washington Avenue?

- [exhales]

[thudding]

- 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...

[thudding]

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?

[clears throat]

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?

- [sighs]

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?

[dark, unsettling music]

We all do.

You should lock us all up.

- Jamie, just--

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--

[phone ringing]

Jamie.
God--shit!

Ah...

- How'd it go?

- [sighs]
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.