01x06 - Part VI

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Are you coming?

We got a DNA match on those bloodstains.

Your girl Cora.

She's all over that blanket.

The questions surrounding m*rder defendant Cora Tannetti have only intensified.

Cora, you can see how this doesn't look very good for you.

I didn't k*ll anybody.

Else.

You didn't k*ll anybody else.

I don't want to do this anymore.

I need you to move out.

My lawyer thinks I should take the deal they're offering.

No, don't make any moves right now.

I might have a lead.

What's this I hear about you poking around the Beverwyck?

911, what is your emergency?

Hi, I need help.

Someone's been sh*t.

4245 Harren Road.

Sir?

Are you still there?

You know, I bought these things for us to go in the water with them.

You...you do know that, right?

Oh, yeah, this is...

this is my kind of tubing right here.

Mmm.

Are you okay?

More.

Harry?

Harry?

Harry?

Oh, God damn it.

Harry!

Harry!

You're supposed to tell me to stop.

I'm fine.

Hey, it's nothing.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Nothing.

'Cause what just happened, you passing out like that?

That's a whole different game.

You could at least talk to me.

This isn't just...

you didn't always pay me, you know?

Okay.

Wait.

I don't want to do this anymore.

I'm serious.

That's it.

We're done.

No, you should have taped off the whole road, so start from the corner, and you got to tell the camera guys to park over at the gas station.

Yep.

Okay?

You look weary.

There's coffee in the van.

I told you not to bring them in.

One day after you interview them, he gets sh*t at close range?

Somebody's getting nervous about Cora Tannetti.

Like a spider in your brain, that woman.

And the worst part is, you feed it.

Seriously.

Get a cup of coffee, hmm?

With your DNA on that blanket, they'll be gunning for a second m*rder charge.

You still have the DA's offer.

I'm not confessing to something I don't remember.

Look, the DA's not working with me without a confession, and unless we've got some significant new evidence, we can't reverse your plea and go to trial.

I think we got to be realistic and work with what we got.

I want to speak to Detective Ambrose.

You really think he has your best interests in mind?

At least he's doing something.

Cora, I want to help you, but there's only so much I can do.

I don't know what his angle is, but I am trying to offer you real options.

Look, if you need anything...

something to read, somebody to talk to...

call.

We found a natural gas t*nk with a security camera right down the block from the victim's house.

Mason Tannetti?

An air conditioning service man offs a guy because his wife dated him before they got married?

It doesn't add up.

Maybe your math is better than mine.

July 3, 2012.

Cora goes out to meet JD Lambert, who she's seeing at the time, and she doesn't come home that night.

In fact, she isn't seen again until two months later, September 5th, when she shows up at the Riverside Wellness Clinic, and then working with a therapist in the medical unit.

She remembers meeting a young woman, Madeline Beecham, JD's ex-girlfriend, and now she's been missing for five years, and then Cora remembers some landmarks in the woods, which leads us to a body that's found near the Beverwyck Club, a club that has a history of sexual allegations and huge settlements.

But whatever happened to her there, it's kept secret by the Beverwyck lawyer, which is the same guy that repped JD Lambert, and now, shortly after, JD Lambert is dead.

That's the math on this.

All I heard was...

missing women, drug addicts, sexual allegation, and a private club.

Nothing about the one question that matters, which is why did Cora Tannetti k*ll Frankie Belmont?

I wish I could just live in your body for one night.

Drive it all over town.

I wish you could too, though I, uh...

I don't think I would make it back in one piece.

But it would be a night to remember.

Do you even want to go to Florida anymore?

Of course I do.

You never talk about it.

We're not saving any more money.

I've just been busy.

Yeah.

With JD and his micro-penis.

It's not micro.

It's not like I would know.

Well, maybe I don't want to share every detail of my sex life.

So you have a sex life now?

My head's k*lling me.

I don't have to go if you don't want me to.

I can stay.

Yes.

No.

God, I hate Schubert.

You like that?

You want it?

Yeah.

Ohh.

Don't stop.

You have to ask for it.

Please.

Please, please.

Where are my shoes?

I swear I left them here last night.

Maddie.

What are you doing?

I'm looking for my shoes.

I can't exactly go home without them.

Come here.

Come here.

I thought we talked about this.

Jealousy keeps you from your potential.

You're better than this.

We're all in this together, right?

And that's what you said.

Right?

Yeah.

Can you give me and Cora a minute, please?

I saw two guys leaving in a black Pontiac, and then I went inside.

I found him dead there at the table saw.

The machine was still going.

You just...walked right in?

I know that I shouldn't have, but...

This guy att*cked my father, so...

You went for revenge.

No.

I just went there to tell him to...

back off, and that's all.

Were you armed?

Yes.

Harry, what are you doing?

I'm fertilizing the dogwoods.

It's raining.

They needed it, and nobody was getting to it, so...

I'll be gone in five minutes.

You can't just show up whenever you want.

I planted these trees.

I'm not gonna let them die.

Then put 'em in your car and take them.

They're rooted already.

They can't be moved.

Well, then that's too bad.

You decided to do this now.

It's not their fault.

So I'm fertilizing them.

You need to leave.

Right now.

It's not fair.

You don't get to just decide.

I do.

For the first time, I do.

I've been trying.

This whole time.

You think I haven't been trying, but that's all I do.

I'm always trying.

I know.

And I hope it gets easier for you.

I really do.

Yeah, they just left it here.

Black Pontiac Grand Am, '04.

Jersey plates.

So we just got the car that Mason Tannetti saw at the crime scene.

Reported stolen last week in Trenton.

Matches the tracks found at the crime scene.

Two passengers, probably oxy users, maybe dealers.

Detective Leroy is gonna handle this.

Looks like a local thing.

Thanks.

You saw JD lying there?

Yeah.

Do they know who did it?

I mean, the police are looking for 'em now.

I don't know.

I don't know what I was trying to do.

But I think not knowing what was happening with you...

Just made me want to fix it somehow.

I don't know.

I should never have lied to you.

No, I mean...

it was me too.

For a long time...

I felt like something was wrong.

I was afraid to...

to find out the answer.

It wasn't just you.

Were you ever really happy?

With me?

Yes.

I was.

I don't know what to do.

Hello.

You have to get me out of here.

We really shouldn't be talking.

Take me to where you think it happened...

the club, the basement.

Maybe if I could just go, then I can remember the rest.

It's a state police matter now, so they won't let me take you out.

Why not?

Because they think I'm getting too close to you.

You've given up.

No, I haven't.

I can hear it in your voice.

Just...

I hit a wall, is all.

With the case or with yourself?

Harry...

You have done more for me than anyone I know, and you are all I've got.

Please.

Just leave me alone.

Honey, please.

You're just making it worse.

We'll pray together.

Get out.

Get out of my-just leave me alone!

What's going on?

She passed out this morning.

The doctor says her T cell count is elevated.

It can't end like this.

It just can't.

She's got some idea that by going back to the scene of the crime, she's gonna get some kind of release, a catharsis.

Is this some weird game you two are playing?

Look, I think if I took her back to the Beverwyck, she'll tell me what she did.

You have to convince Judge Baird.

No.

Come on.

I got work to do.

Oh, I really hate to do this, but I remember back in my patrol days when I pulled over a young assistant district attorney with at least half a drink too many in her.

Are you really gonna play that for this?

Yeah.

Sorry.

You can't get through an hour without checking in with her.

Do you realize that?

She depends on me.

Cora, if Phoebe really cared about you, she'd let you go.

She'd tell you to go live your life.

Has she ever said anything like that?

You know why?

She wants your life for herself.

She's a vampire, and as long as you stay with her, you'll be a shell.

This Saturday, tell Phoebe and your parents you're going out.

Pack a change of clothes in your purse, meet me at the Taproom.

When we're done celebrating, just come home with me.

You don't go back.

Give me the phone.

No touching the inmate unless she needs to be subdued, recovered, or medically revived.

Understand?

Yes.

No unscheduled stops.

Fast food, casinos, movie theaters, motels.

Got it.

Judge Baird has given you two hours.

If you are not back in the allotted time, we automatically issue a warrant for both of you.

You have a Taser?

No.

You want a Taser?

No.

Suit yourself.

Two hours.

See you at 6:00.

Uh, let me get this...

Is that all right?

Um...

You want your hands outside?

Mm-hmm.

How's that?

Good.

Good.

Did you move?

Yeah, kind of.

So once we get to the club, we only got a half hour, and then we got to head back.

That's all we got.

What if I don't remember anything?

Yeah...

Cora.

Ms. Grayston, I know that...

It has all been arranged by the board.

We are an open book to you, Detective.

Oh, really?

Well, I appreciate that.

Be sure to thank the board for me.

I've been here before.

Yeah, this is it.

We need to do this part on our own.

Thank you.

Of course.

You ready?

Are you all right?

This isn't the place.

This is the basement.

You're not getting anything?

No.

I'm trying, but I just can't make it happen.

I'm sorry.

You could've called.

I lost track of time.

Sorry.

You're gonna leave me.

Stop.

You're in love.

It doesn't matter.

It'll be easier when I'm gone.

Don't say that.

You're not going anywhere, and neither am I.

Shh.

Come on.

Tell me what he does to you when you're alone.

No.

Cora.

We touch.

Great.

You touch.

There's...

there's...I don't know.

Rubbing.

Where?

The usual places.

Show me.

Show me how he kisses you at least.

Cora.

Where does he touch you?

Please.

What does he say?

He says, "Do you want it?" Can you turn right up here?

Uh, we don't have the time, Cora.

Just a minute?

They're not home.

Me and my sister's room is right there, in the front.

We made a lot of plans in that room.

Gonna move to Naples, Florida.

Mapped it all out.

I was in Cape Coral once.

I remember the air there.

It was thick.

It felt like silk.

I wish I was there now.

Me too.

We could go.

Did your wife ask you to move out?

Yeah.

Why?

Uh...

I'm just, uh...

I'm not easy.

I'm not good at, uh...

Talking.

Me neither.

Everyone assumes we start out in the same place.

We don't.

Take me back to the club.

We can't.

We're late already.

Come on.

I can't go back there.

I can't...not shut in like that.

Maybe we missed something.

You think we did?

I don't know...

but I have to try.

Please.

Hey.

This is gonna make this easier.

Okay, turn.

Thank you.

Oh, sh*t.

I've been expecting...

I got to take this.

Don't go far.

Okay.

Yeah.

Detective Ambrose.

It's Dean from the medical examiner's office.

Uh-huh.

What do you got?

Hello?

Is the detective with you?

He's coming.

Okay.

Look, I got to go.

She went through the library.

Cora?

Cora!

Cora!

That's it.

It happened down there.

I feel sick.

Cora, you don't have to do this.

It's up to you.

I remember now.