All language subtitles for The Sinner s03e05_English

[dramatic music]

♪

[eerie music]

♪

- [heavy breathing]
[water running]

[distant banging]

♪

[baby crying]

- [groans]

♪

- Hi.

He's fine.

I know I screwed up.

I know I should've called.

I ended up going to see
Detective Ambrose.

I wasn't feeling right,

and he brought me to the ER
to talk to someone.

A therapist.

- I called you.
I called you so many times.

- I'm sorry.

I just--

I needed to figure stuff out
on my own.

I didn't want to make
things worse for you.

- You were with that detective
all night?

- Yeah, I had a lot to process,

and Harry listened.

- What did the therapist say?

- [sighs]
They just asked questions.

I'm gonna schedule a follow-up.

Look, you were right.

I need help and I'm getting it
and I'm gonna get better.

Just be patient with me.

I promise you I'm gonna get
things back to how they were.

[solemn music]

Oh, hey.

[chuckles]

♪

- What's on your ear?

Is that blood?

- Oh, yeah.
Mosquito got me.

I must've over-scratched it.

[foreboding music]

You know, I better get ready
for school.

[indistinct chatter]

- I'm looking at him
right now.

Yeah.

Any idea if there
was any footage?

[radio chatter]

Let me know as soon
as she checks his...

♪

[distant chatter]

- Thirty, maybe?
Yeah.

- And what time
did you get back?

- Sir?
Mouth open.

- I went to the backyard first.
- Thank you.

[phone line ringing]

- You've reached Jamie Burns.
Please leave a message.

- Hey, Jamie, you need to call
me as soon as you can, okay?

When you get this,
you gotta call me.

It's important.

- You think it's him?

- Has to be.
- Shit.

Well, how did he leave
the house without you noticing?

- [sighs]

That night, my back thing
was killing me.

I took a pain pill,
and it knocked me out cold.

- You wanted me?

- Yeah, uh, this is Jamie
Burns' license plate number.

We gotta check last night's
LPR photos

from all the access points
in the five boroughs.

And check
the E-ZPass records too.

- Yeah, sure.

- Have you connected with NYPD?

- No, not yet, it's--

gotta have some
credible evidence

before they pay attention
to it.

We don't have a lot of time.

Something'll turn up.

- The warrant for tracking
Burns' phone number

came through.

Yeah.

So any evidence you find about
last night is compromised,

and not to mention,
this Brooklyn murder

is not your jurisdiction, so...

- I'm not gonna sit around

and wait
till he kills somebody else.

- Hey--you know what--
I'm thinking of you here.

Now you got your feelings
all mixed up in this.

I can see it.

And that's when you start
justifying bad choices.

- I can look out for myself.

♪

[phone buzzing]

Where are you?

[birds calling distantly]

[unsettling music]

♪

[muffled music playing]

♪

♪

- Oh, hey.
I'm glad I found you.

I saw you earlier,

and you told me someone
was trying to reach me.

- Man, I'm really pretty fried.

- Please, just--
any amount of time you have.

Please.

- All right, come upstairs.
- Thanks.

- What happened last night?

- I fucked up.

I really fucked up.

- You drove back to the party,
didn't you?

Jamie,

I saw that guy Kyle.

His body.

I was there this morning.

- It was just a moment.

After everything that happened,
it was too much, and I--

it is not me.

It's not who I am.
You know that.

- It's a crime scene now.

NYPD are all over it.

You have to turn yourself in.

This is gonna come down
on you eventually.

There's no way around it.

- Are you working with them?

- It's not my jurisdiction.

- So how will they know
it's me?

You dropped me off at home
at the end of the night.

That's what happened.

- They're gonna track
your movements.

They have the DNA evidence
from the crime scene.

Jamie, it's over.

You have to face things now.
- No.

I can't, I...

- I can help you.

- How?

[dramatic music]

- Turn yourself in
and I can make it

so there's no public arrest.

Keep the cameras from you.
There's no scene.

And there's no embarrassment
for Leela--

- No.
No.

If I turn myself in,
my life is over.

It's over.

I'm not crazy.

I'm not out of control.

Now, you said
you understood how I feel.

♪

What if I was your brother?

You'd be helping me
out of this.

♪

- I'd be saying
the exact same thing.

There's no way around it.

A confession right now
will reduce your sentence.

If you wait,
it's gonna get worse.

- Don't just put me away.

I am not a lost cause.

- Jamie.
- Help me.

Help me get my life back.

- Jamie.

- [sighs]

[sighs]

♪

[door clicks shut]
[engine turns over]

[indistinct chatter]

[ominous music]

♪

- Hi, Mr. B.

- Why aren't you in class?

- Yearbook meeting.
Why aren't you in class?

- You know we're not
supposed to be interacting.

- I'm sorry
about what happened.

This whole thing's so stupid.
You didn't do anything.

- Well, apparently, I did.

- I keep thinking
about what you said,

and I'm really trying
to figure out what I want,

but my parents
are freaking out so much,

I can't even think straight.

Like, I don't know what I
should do or where I should--

- Just go.
- What do you mean?

- You should forget what I said
and go to college.

Seriously, just go.

- But what about
everything you said?

- You shouldn't listen to me.

I don't know anything anymore.

♪

- It makes for this
kind of series of choices,

and the last thing
are the arrows,

and one of those
led them to you.

They weren't targeting you,

it was random,
and you were just unlucky.

- Unlucky.

- I know, it's strange,
but in a way,

I think you can
rest easier about this

because there wasn't any agenda
against you in particular.

- So it was just some sort
of game they were playing?

- Well, it's more complicated
than that.

- How so?

- I don't think you should

really worry
about this anymore.

You haven't tried one
of these yet, have you?

- What did you do with him
all night?

Harry, I need to know.

- I was with him in a bar,
and I kept an eye on him.

- So you're friends now?

- No.

- Is this what you do
with all your suspects?

- Look, all I did was that,

and then I followed him
to a party in Brooklyn,

and then I took him home.

- Don't tell me it
was that party in Brooklyn

where someone was murdered.

I saw it online.

Oh, my God.

- [sighs] There's no proof
of anything yet.

- You were there with him
and he killed someone.

- That's not what happened.

- You were there.

- [sighs]
Look, it's being investigated,

and I can't share
any information.

- No, no, no, no.
Don't pull that, don't--

I'm--I'm involved in this.
You have to tell me.

- No, I can't.

- Are you serious?
You're gonna do that?

- Maybe--
maybe I should go.

- Yeah, maybe you should go.

And you were telling me
not to worry anymore.

- All right.

[uneasy music]

♪

[sighs]

[phone buzzing]

Yeah, hey, Mel.

- Hey, Dad,
do you have a second?

I want to go over the plans
for the weekend.

- Oh, right.

- If this isn't a good time
for Eli to come up,

we can reschedule.

- No, I don't want
to reschedule.

I got it.

- A year later,
an unknown Adolf Hitler

leads a joke rebellion
called the Beer Hall Putsch.

So dark clouds are gathering.

- Sorry to interrupt.
Can I have a moment?

- Sure.
Excuse me.

- There's a detective
here to see you.

- What does he want?
- She's right over there.

♪

You want to tell me
what this is all about?

- I'm assuming you heard
about the murder that happened

in Brooklyn two nights ago,
at a party on Morgan Avenue?

- Yeah, yeah, I-I saw it
in the paper this morning.

- Sophie Greenfield said
in her statement

that you were at the party
with her.

- Yeah.
Yeah, I was.

Um, she's a former student.

I ran into her earlier
that night, and she invited me.

- And the victim,
did you know him?

- No.

- Any idea who might've done
such a thing?

- [sighs]
No.

- Did you go
to the party alone?

- Uh, yeah.

- Wasn't someone with you?

Ms. Greenfield
mentioned a detective.

- Oh, yeah.
His name's Harry Ambrose.

From Dorchester.
He showed up a little later.

- So he's a friend of yours?

- Uh, not really, I mean--

I mean, we'd been together
earlier that night.

- So he's not
a friend of yours,

but you invited him
to the party?

- No, I mean, I--
he just showed up.

I don't know.

- What time did you leave
the party?

- Oh, around 11:00, 11:30.

- How'd you get home?

- I got a ride.
With Harry.

- Did you leave your house
any time after that?

- No.

No, not until I got up
the next morning

and went to work.

- Okay.
That's all for now.

Oh, almost forgot.

Can I have Tommy take your DNA?
Totally routine.

[tense music]

- Sure.

♪

- All right.
Email the receipt?

- Great.
- Great, kay.

So you let me know
how that tea works.

You're gonna love it.
- Thank you so much.

Bye.
- Bye.

Welcome.
- Hi.

- Hi.
That's one of our best sellers.

- Oh.

- It's steam-distilled
peppermint

and Spanish sage and fennel.

Great for stress.

- I should get some.
[laughs]

- I use it all the time.

Um, can I interest you
in moisturizer or fragrance?

- Maybe a moisturizer.
- I've got a great one for you.

- I'm Sonya Barzel.

Your husband had the accident
on my property.

- Right, right.

- How is your husband?
He's recovered?

- He's fine.

- Everything's back to normal.

- Well, we had a baby
a couple of weeks ago, so I...

you know...

- Wow.

Oh, congratulations.

- Sorry, how are you?
I-I...

bet the accident
was stressful for you.

- Yeah, yeah.
[laughs]

I'm, um...

I, uh--

honestly, the circumstances
have been a bit challenging.

[laughs]
So...

- What do you mean?

[ominous music]

- You really don't know,
do you?

♪

- Wow, that is
a pretty long drive.

Thanks for coming in.
- Sure.

- I was about to come
looking for you.

So, you were at this party?
- I was.

- You run with a young crowd.

- No, I wasn't there
for pleasure.

I was trailing a suspect
from a different case.

Jamie Burns.

I believe that he should be
your prime suspect.

- Which case?

- It's a homicide.

It's a car accident
that proved fatal.

- Any evidence I should see?
- No.

I'm still working on it.

- Detective?
- It's complicated.

- Sorry,
but I'm a little unclear.

You said you were tailing him,

but you were with him
at the party.

- Yeah, somebody had to
keep an eye on him.

- All night?
- Look.

Did any of your witnesses
say they saw him

come back into the party?

- Hard to find anyone
who could see straight

by the time of the murder.

- I think he was there.

He came back into the city,
and that was around 2:15 a.m.

This CCTV surveillance footage,

it shows him
going into Briarton,

where he teaches.

- I'll look it over.
Thank you, Lieutenant.

- Wait, no.
You don't understand.

This is urgent, right?

We have to contain this guy,
because he's dangerous.

- And I just said I would
look over the information.

- We don't have time for that.

Someone else might get hurt
if we wait.

- Lieutenant.

I have 50-some people
to interview on this case,

and I've got my process.

So just hold tight.

Someone's going to come in
and take your statement

and swab you for your DNA,
all right?

Thanks again for coming in.

♪

- Hey.

What's going on?

Is Kai okay?

Leela.

- Sonya Barzel came
into the store today.

She told me
what you and Nick did.

The grave.

- Brian, can you please
leave us alone?

- I asked him to stay for this.

- For what?

The grave was Nick.

That was all him.
I had no idea.

I told you,
he was out of control.

- Were you at a party
in Greenpoint two nights ago?

Night--the night
you didn't come home?

- Can't we talk
without him here?

This is crazy.

- Were you at that party?

- Yes.

I was with Detective Ambrose,
and we left

hours before
anything happened, okay?

You can call him.

Look, I didn't do anything.

[dramatic music]

Lee, look at me.

♪

Please, look at me.

♪

Two years ago,

when all of that shit
went down,

I stayed by you.

I could've left.

God knows I had a right to,
but I didn't.

I stayed.

I stuck it out,
because I believe in us.

Now I need you to stand by me.

Please.
- Leela.

Leela, remember
what we talked about.

You need to stick to the plan.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Jamie.

- Get of my house.
Get out!

- Jamie.

- I'm not leaving her with you,

and if you touch me,
I'm calling the cops.

- What?

- I can't--

I can't sleep
with you in this house.

♪

I need you to go.

♪

[eerie music]

♪

- This is all confidential,
right?

Whatever comes up?
- Of course.

Don't worry, I've heard
all sorts of things.

[sighs]

[exhales sharply]

Yeah, he's still there.

He's hooked onto you,
but he's...

He's agitated.

Like something's unfinished.

♪

Lot of pain.

- Uh, w-what do you see?
What does he look like?

♪

- It's--it's like
he's hovering near you.

But like a protector.

He wants...

yeah, he doesn't want you
to be afraid anymore.

♪

Why are you so afraid?

- Because...

♪

I feel like
I'm gonna lose everything.

- I came to apologize.

I-I realize you were
only being kind

and protective.

- No, it's, uh--

no, after all you've
gone through, it's...

[both chuckle softly]

- I have to tell you,

I went to see Jamie Burns' wife
at her store yesterday.

- Oh.

- I told her about the--
the grave.

And also about the murder
in Brooklyn.

Which I know was a mistake.
- What did you say to her?

- Just that you were there
at the party with him.

- I'm sorry, I...
[sighs]

This whole thing
with Jamie Burns, it's--

it's really unsettled me.

I can't seem to get
any control back.

I know at least you can relate.

- What?

- Well, he's really gotten
under your skin too.

- This is my job.

- Really?

This is just your job?

Spending all this time
with your suspect?

- It's a case.

It's what it requires.

- Right.

And all this with us...

the drop-ins,
the baked good deliveries--

that's just what the case
requires too, hmm?

[both chuckle]

You have this habit

of hiding under your detective
hat whenever it's convenient.

You're like a turtle.

♪

- Yeah, I guess I...

- Maybe that's
your spirit animal.

- Uh...

♪

With some things,

it can take me

a long time to get there.

- Okay.

Well...

I have some errands.

- Uh...

♪

- Well, that was nice.

- A few months ago,
you had asked me

to delay your paternity leave

for six months
until after Kai's birth.

But considering
the circumstances

over the past few weeks,

we think it would be best
if you took your leave now.

- In the middle of the term?
- That's right.

- And then after
the two months, what happens?

- Well, we would--
we would reevaluate.

See how it feels for you and--
and for us.

- You mean fire me.

- That's not what
we're suggesting.

- You can't fire me
if I'm fulfilling my duties.

My contract stipulates--

- Jamie, I'm just concerned
about the school right now.

- And your job.

- You've become
a distraction here

for the faculty
and the students.

- How exactly?

- A detective
investigating a homicide

was here questioning you,
and last night,

the NYPD was at the school
and searched it.

[ominous music]

I think you can appreciate
that the optics

aren't exactly ideal.

♪

- Okay, I haven't
done anything.

There have been no charges
against me.

- I think what Fiona's
suggesting is more than fair.

- The fuck do you know
about fair?

- Jamie, please.

Let's not make this any more
difficult than it has to be.

- I've been teaching
at this school for ten years.

I'm not moving.

Excuse me,
I have a class to teach.

♪

[phone buzzing]

Hello?

- Mr. Burns.

This is Detective Jones, NYPD.

I need to run a few more
questions by you today.

Are you available?

- Sure.

[foreboding music]

♪

- What the hell's going on?

- Harry, I need you
to wait outside.

- What's she doing?

Nobody told me
this was happening.

- I need you to wait
at your desk.

Detective Jones wants
to talk to you too.

- What?

- Harry, please.

♪

- And then Lieutenant Ambrose
dropped you at home

around 1:00 a.m.

- Yeah, that's right.

- And you didn't
leave your house

after he dropped you off?

- No, not until I went to work.

I-I already answered
all of this.

- We obtained CCTV footage

of you entering Briarton
that night.

This is time-stamped
at 4:41 a.m.

And here you are again,
33 minutes later,

with a change of clothing
and a garbage bag.

You want to tell me about that?

- Yeah, yeah, I, um...

I couldn't sleep that night,

and then, uh, I remembered
there were test papers

that I hadn't graded, so I went
down to school to pick them up.

- So what's in the plastic bag?

[heartbeat pulsing]

- I-I forgot my briefcase,

so I just put the papers
in the bag,

and also my jacket,
'cause I was feeling warm.

[tense music]

- So you drove down
at 4:00 in the morning

to pick up a little extra work,

knowing you'd be heading
back down there again

a few hours later?

♪

- [sighs]
I--

I wasn't thinking too clearly
that night, so...

- [chuckles]
Right.

Why you think that is?

♪

Mr. Burns,
I'll be honest with you.

I've worked a lot of cases,

and this one
isn't looking good for you.

We have toll records of
your movements, DNA evidence.

This is all just
a matter of time.

Now, you've got a window
of opportunity, right now.

This is when I can do
the most to help you.

And I can get you
the best possible outcome

with a plea deal.

You just have to tell me
what happened.

What really happened.

♪

- I think I need
to call a lawyer.

- Yeah.
You can do that.

The minute you do, though,
I gotta tell you,

things get ugly.

You go down a long road.
A bumpier road.

And it doesn't bring you
anywhere different.

♪

Think about it.

I'll be back.

♪

[phone buzzing]

- Hey, Mel.
Everything okay?

- Yeah, I was just checking
to see that we're all set.

- Uh, you know, actually,

some things have come up,
and you mentioned

that next weekend might
be okay too, right?

- Dad, what are you
talking about?

I just put Eli on the train.

He's heading up to you
right now.

- Lieutenant Ambrose?
- Did you forget?

Do I need to drive up
right now?

- No, don't do that.

I'll work it out.
Don't worry.

♪

- So.

You want to tell me what you
were doing at my crime scene

three days ago?

♪

A colleague of mine
recognized your photo.

Instead of coming to me,
you leave?

- You had your work
cut out for you.

I needed the time.

- You mean time to call
your prime suspect?

Yeah, got a warrant
for your phone records.

One phone call to Jamie Burns
after you left the crime scene,

another one two hours later,

and then again after
our meeting at my precinct.

You want to explain this shit
to me, Lieutenant?

♪

- You've got your process

and I've got mine
with Jamie Burns.

- You mean helping him
out of a bind?

- I brought you evidence.
Have you forgotten that?

- All of it circumstantial.
I don't have a case.

I've got Jamie Burns' DNA
all over the crime scene

and yours
and about 50 other people.

I don't have a murder weapon.

All I have is you,
playing both sides.

- I'm trying to get
a confession out of him.

- Based on?

- Based on the fact
that I'm the only person

that has a relationship
with him.

- Oh, really?

What is that relationship
exactly?

♪

Come on.
You're a single guy, right?

Facing retirement.
Life must get lonely.

♪

- [chuckling, murmuring]

- Lieutenant. Lieutenant!
Lieutenant Ambrose.

Please return
to the conference room.

- I'm not doing this!

- You cannot just
walk out of the room.

You're involved
in this investigation.

- This is a bullshit inquiry,

and you know it.

- Hey, what's going on here?

- He left in the middle
of an interview.

[muffled chatter]

♪

You're a suspect in this case,
Lieutenant.

- Oh, come on!
- I'm questioning you.

- No, she's jeopardizing
my investigation.

- Harry, come into my office
right now.

Now.
- This is bullshit!

♪

[door clicks open]

- So.

I hope you thought things over.

You want to tell me
what happened?

- Am I under arrest?

- No.
Not yet.

- That means you don't have
anything against me, do you?

Not really.

- Did you track Jamie Burns'
phone into the city

without a warrant
Wednesday night?

- I had to.

He was unstable, dangerous.
Turns out I was right.

- You're forcing my hand here,
Harry.

You're putting the whole
department in legal jeopardy.

I got no choice but to put you
on modified duty,

effective immediately.

- Doesn't anybody realize
he's gonna kill somebody else?

- That doesn't change anything
with us here.

[ominous music]

♪

♪

- Hey, he's here!

- Hey, Grandpa.

- You're all by yourself.
You did all right, didn't you?

- Yeah.

- You weren't waiting
too long, were you?

- No, just a few minutes.
- Good, good.

Let's get going.
I'll carry this for you.

- Thanks.
- You sit in front.

♪

- [sighs]

- It's like he's nodding.

He wants you to keep going.

- Go where?

- You already know.

♪

A phone.

I keep seeing a phone.
Does that mean anything to you?

♪

You need to follow through
because you're almost there.

That's what he means.

- You have to look death
in the face.

- [sighs]
I don't think I can.

- You don't have a choice.

You just have to do it.

Because...

♪

- Because what?

- I need to stop.

- No, what do you mean?
Because what?

Tell me.

- Nothing. It's nothing.
You need to leave.

- Tell me!
Tell me!

- I can't!
I'm not doing this with you.

This is fucked up!

- Tell!
- Get the fuck out of here!

- Fucking tell me!
[grunts]

[grunting]

♪

- Wait.
Wait!

- [grunts]

[dramatic music]

♪

[music intensifies]

♪

- How about let's eat
by the fire, huh?

- Who's Karl Ambrose?

- Oh, that's, uh...

he'd be your great-grandfather.

My father.

He's not with us anymore.

- What's in the box?

- Some of his things.

- Why don't you open it?

- Aren't you hungry?

[Eli laughs]
[distant clanging]

[Eli laughs]

[eerie music]

Eli?

♪

Eli?

[Eli speaking indistinctly]

[Jamie laughing]

[Eli speaking indistinctly]

- What are you doing here?

- Just dropping by for a visit.

What are you guys up to?

- Eli, why don't you
get in the house?

- Why?

- Right now.

- Catch you later, Eli.
Nice to meet you, buddy.

- Don't come near my family
ever again.

- Do you think I would actually
do anything to him?

- You need to leave now.

- Well, I don't have
anywhere to go.

Leela kicked me out.

Sonya Barzel told her
about our night in the city,

and it pretty much
screwed my marriage,

so thanks for that.

- I'm not responsible
for your marriage.

- You know,
it kind of pisses me off

the way you act like you care
and then you just switch off.

It's really
fucking manipulative.

I've told you things
I haven't even told my wife.

- But now this is where we are.

I can't help you.

♪

- You're no different
than I am, you know.

Don't start thinking you are.

- Get off my property,

before I have you arrested
for trespassing.

- Hey, Eli, come on out here.

[grunts]

[both grunting]

♪

[panting]

[gasps]

[panting]

Harry Ambrose just showed up.

It's about time.

I'll see you later.

♪

Bye, buddy.

- Bye.

♪