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Previously on
Dexter: New Blood...

Harrison! Harrison!

You're gonna start seeing
a therapist.

Besides therapy,
you'll go two places.

Home and school. You got that?

The day after that,
we will canvass the caves.

We will not stop
until we find your son.

The caves?
You think he's that far out?

There he is. Matt Caldwell.

Who the fuck was that?

Why would Kurt lie?

You ruined everything.

The rest of this town
thinks I'm a fucking hero,

and my own dad thinks I'm what?

Now, in those moments,
when all you see is red...

A liar? An animal?

Go and do something kind for the person
that's pissing you off.

When's the first time you felt that?
The feeling that something is off.

My best friend disappeared.

Oh, by the way.

Coach Logan said
I made the wrestling team.

He said his dad's name
isn't Jim Lindsay.

♪ I come from far away ♪

♪ My boots don't know this ground ♪

♪ But they know it's real ♪

♪ It doesn't take too long ♪

♪ For this road to become ♪

♪ A battlefield ♪

♪ And before I let one more fire go out ♪

♪ Understand that I won't give ♪

♪ One inch of ground ♪

♪ From beneath yours and my feet... ♪

♪ I may not be the keeper of the flame ♪

♪ But I am the keeper... ♪

I used to do the same thing
after royally fucking up as a kid.

Anything to get on Dad's good side again.

I'm not angry about Harrison's O.D.
Just worried.

You think therapy
was the right call?

Few more sessions,
he'll be bringing you breakfast in bed.

What?

I'm proud of you.
You're doing the right thing.

Not like Harry did.

Let him show it to you on his own.

This is not a good idea.

Well, maybe it's not as dire
as you think.

My son working for the father
of my last victim?

Seems pretty dire.

And that's the fucking problem, right?

No one can live
with a motherfucking psycho

who's addicted to murder.

It's cold as hell out there.

Got to admit, though, it's pretty sweet

having a forest for a backyard.

I appreciate you doing the chores.

I got some
good advice yesterday.

Figured I'd try it out.

And I know I've been a little...

Negative since I got here, but...

I really do appreciate everything.

Giving me a place to stay...

Sticking out of your bag.

Yeah.

I was gonna tell you.

I need your signature on it, actually.

You know, if this is about extra money,
I could pay you for the chores.

No, I... that's not it, I...

could use a little independence.

I ran into Kurt.

He told me he needed someone
to do odd jobs.

Washing trucks. It's nothing major.

I'm not sure a truck stop's
the best place for your first job.

- Why not?
- Well, it might not be that safe.

I spent a lot of time at truck stops
on my way here.

You know, when I was searching for you.

I never had a problem I couldn't handle.

Yeah.

I don't know, I don't always get
the best feeling from Kurt Caldwell.

Kurt?

Well, maybe I know him better than you.

Are... are you gonna sign this or not?

Sorry. We'll work something else out.

Maybe you can pick up a weekend shift
at Fred's.

You... you abandoned me
and now you get to make all my decisions?

You know...

I didn't go to therapy last night.

I talked to Kurt.

He's the one who convinced me
to do your stupid fucking chores.

You should be thanking him.

I'm taking the job.

Why is Kurt Caldwell
suddenly so interested in my son?

Fucking waste.

♪ All this aggravation
ain't satisfactioning me ♪

♪ A little more bite
and a little less bark ♪

♪ A little less fight
and a little more spark ♪

♪ Close your mouth
and open up your heart ♪

♪ And, baby, satisfy me ♪

♪ Satisfy me, baby ♪

License and registration.

Yes, Mistress...

Officer.

Sorry, uh...

Not that one.

The one for Dexter Morgan.

Drive directly to the station.

I'll follow to make sure
you don't get lost.

Whatever you did, hon, just say sorry.

Welcome to the club, man.

I got a Spotify breakup playlist
for later.

Technically,
faking your death isn't a crime.

That's not what this is about.

You've been lying to me
since the first day we met.

This has nothing to do with you.

What the hell is it about, then?

What, are you running from something?

I was running.

Running from death.

From all the killing.

My wife, Rita...

Harrison's mother...

was murdered.

And then my sister, Deb.

The closest person to me in the world.

And it was all just...

too much.

I know you understand
what grief does to you.

With your husband, and Iris...

But...

you're stronger than I am.

I couldn't go back to homicide,

with all the blood and violence and...

Hopelessness.

I couldn't be Dexter Morgan anymore.
He was cursed.

And I wasn't going to pass
that curse down to Harrison.

So I drove my boat into that hurricane.

I wanted to die.

But, somehow, I survived.

And I took it as a sign
that I could start over.

And so I did.

As Jim Lindsay.

For the first time in my life
since I left Miami, I'm happy.

I never thought that was possible.

This life with you.

And now with Harrison.

It's what I've always needed.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I never meant to hurt you. Or anyone.

Every time I called you Jim, it was a lie.

You turned my life into a lie.

And Harrison's.

After you abandoned him.

And I'm making that right.

But maybe you can't.

No wonder he's having so much trouble.

Your issues are becoming his issues.

If you want a real relationship with him,
you should start by acknowledging that.

I will. I've gotten him into therapy.

You're the one who needs therapy.

To even have a chance
at a real relationship with him.

Or... or anyone.

Are you breaking up with me?

All I know is relationships
are built on trust.

How can I ever trust you, Jim?

Or Dexter.

Whoever the fuck you are.

Maybe we can talk about this
over dinner tonight?

I don't want any more time...

with "Jim" right now.

Are you going to keep my secret?

Oh, God. Just go.

Who could've found me out?

Ah. 'Sup, Big Guy?

A true crime-obsessed podcaster
from out of town?

Could be.

All right, so I was thinking,

the best version of this story
is if Kurt had something to do

with Matt's disappearance, right?

I have no idea
what you're talking about right now.

And honestly, it's not a good time.

Kurt has no idea
that you and I are working together.

What if I interviewed him,
caught him in a lie?

It would be huge.

Think Robert Durst's confession
on The Jinx.

But with an Asian lead.

Molly, the last thing I need right now
is you spooking a suspect

before I've built a case against him.

Well, yeah. I mean,
I'm gonna be wearing, like, a wire.

He'll never know.

You need to stay away
from Kurt Caldwell.

Do not talk to him.

Do not go near him.

Fine.

I guess I'll just go back
to my shitty hotel room

and not pursue the biggest story
of my life.

Excuse me, could you spare a few dollars?

Uh, yeah.

Oh. Thank you.

Hey.

I'm Kurt. I own this place.

Sorry. I'll move on.

No, I don't need you to leave. It's okay.

Just want to make sure you're all right.

You need anything?

A few bucks or, uh,
some food or anything?

Um, really?

- Yeah.
- That is so sweet.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Um, I'm Winnie.

Winnie.

Where's home, Winnie?

Uh, Maine. Near the Canadian border.

Heading all the way to San Diego, though.
Got to get out of this fucking snow.

Yeah, I hear that. Yeah.

So, uh, look,
I have to finish up around here.

But, uh, can I give you a ride somewhere?

Maybe move you a little further
down the road?

Um, yeah. That'd be great, actually.

- Let me just...
- Babe!

Oh, there's my boyfriend.
I hope that's cool.

I got us a ride
all the way to Indianapolis,

but we got to leave now.

Thank you for the cash.

- You're a good guy.
- Okay.

Bye.

Fuck.

Mr. Caldwell?

Harrison. What's up?

Uh, I wanted to thank you
for the talk last night.

And, um...

and I decided I wanted the job.

Oh. Great.

Uh, your, uh, your father
didn't sign this.

Is he okay with it?

He... he isn't.

And I don't give a shit.

Okay, then.

Is that Lindsay with an "A-Y"
or Lindsey with an "E-Y"?

Uh, A-Y.

Jim Lindsay. A-Y.

Great. Welcome to the team.

Yeah? Just like that?

Yeah. Just like that.
Can you start tomorrow?

Um, I, um, actually there...

I have a big wrestling match then.
Um, it's my first one.

Oh, yeah? I didn't know
you were on the wrestling team.

I've been a big supporter
since my son, Matt, was the captain.

Great. Okay. Well, no problem.

You start the day after.

Hey, and if I can,
I'll try to make the match.

Could she know
the truth about me?

My other family.

Finishing up our
Sunshine State murder extravaganza,

and I've saved the best for last.

The Bay Harbor Butcher.
You know the nickname.

And you know what he did.

Dismembered his victims,
bagged the bloody bits in Hefty's,

and tossed 'em in the Bay.

Dozens of bodies
strewn across the ocean floor.

Ah. The good old days.

Make no mistake.

This motherfucker
was one of the most brutal,

prolific serial killers of all time.

And get this: his victims were usually
criminals who'd gotten away with it.

That's some Batman-level vigilante shit.

And it's why Miami Metro Homicide
came to believe

the Butcher was one of their own.

Sergeant James Doakes.

But what if they were wrong?

'Cause here's the thing:
I did some digging on Reddit.

I found a guy who claims
he did Special Ops with Doakes.

He says Doakes was out of the country
doing classified shit

when some of the BHB killings took place.

But the powers that be
were more than happy

to close
an embarrassing case down after...

Wait for it...

Doakes got blown up
in an Everglades cabin

before he could be arrested!

As one does in Florida.

Well, maybe the police
didn't want to keep investigating

the biggest case in Miami Metro history,

but I fucking do.

Because if I'm right,

the Bay Harbor Butcher
could still be out there.

Still feeling all butcher-y.
Still a threat.

I do feel a little butchery.

She could definitely be Angela's source.

Is she coming for me?

♪ I let my demons take hold
and choke on me ♪

♪ Can't fill these holes
that I'm digging ♪

♪ Can't stop my heart when it's sinking ♪

♪ But if I could then I would
If I could then I would ♪

♪ If I could, then I would... ♪

Hey, yo.

- Glad you're okay, bro.
- Thanks, man.

See you at the match.
We're gonna kill those fuckin' guys!

Fuck Moose Creek!

Harrison. Hey.

Hey.

I've been looking for you.

- How are you doing?
- I'm... I'm good.

Is your dad, like, totally pissed?
You grounded until college?

Mm. Not grounded.

I'm fine.

You're becoming a bit
of a legend around here.

Since you're not grounded,

maybe we can hang tonight?

No Kill List parties this time.
Maybe something a bit mellower?

Like...

studying for the chem quiz?

Yeah. Sounds cool.

Shit.

Uh...

Actually, no. I can't, um...

My dad's making sure
I go to this therapy thing.

But, uh, another night? Soon?

For sure.

Cool.

I'm glad you're here.

So, what would you like
to get out of this session?

Well, um...

it's been a whirlwind
since Harrison arrived.

We've had a few bumps in the road.
Some trouble at school.

And then his overdose...

Could use some tips on how
to communicate better, I guess.

What do you think, Harrison?

I... I think our problems started
a long time before I got here.

Hasn't exactly been easy being Jim's son.

What do you mean by that?

Brace yourself.

Well, when I was five, uh,

my stepmom told me my dad was dead.

So we... we left the country,
just me and my stepmom, Hannah.

And then she died, too.

But for real.

Of cancer.

And then I went into foster care,

which was its own special hell.

And I would lie awake at night
and dream that my dad was alive,

and that he'd... he'd come take me away
from all this shit.

And then, one day, I found his letter.

The one that he wrote to Hannah,

saying that he was alive...

and that he'd, like... abandoned us.

Me.

And wasn't coming back.

So when I was old enough, I took off.

Searching for him.

I wanted answers.

I wanted to look him in the eye
and ask him

how he could pretend
like I didn't fucking exist.

There have been "bumps in the road"
since I got here?

Maybe that's why.

Maybe that's why I got high, too.

To forget all this shit for a while.

Hm.

How would you respond to that, Jim?

It was a difficult time.

For everyone.

I wish things had been different.

Well, thanks for your honesty.

But for this to work,

you're going to have to dig
a little deeper.

The problem is,

the only people you're ever honest with,
you end up killing.

Kurt Caldwell.

What the hell are you hiding?

Um...

If you ever want to talk about anything...

Um, Jim...

Nope.

Actually, Logan?

If you promise not to talk about Jim
or relationships,

I do have something
I'd like to pick your brain on.

Yeah.

Matt Caldwell.

Our past informs our present,
and by extension, our future.

I've always loved that quote
from the movie Magnolia.

Um... "We may be through with the past,
but the past isn't through with us."

Yeah, I didn't see that one.

Aren't we supposed to be talking about
my dreams or something?

I was thinking we could talk a bit
about your past, actually.

Your childhood.

Where to begin, Dex?

The fact that you're talking
to your dead sister,

right now, in this room?

Or your mother being chopped up
in front of you?

Or your adoptive cop dad
teaching you to be a serial killer?

You should talk. They're waiting for you.

It was a typical childhood. Average.

I was adopted when I was young.
I don't remember much before that.

You both share
abandonment issues.

A pain like that shapes a person
for years.

Some believe it can even be passed down.

Inherited trauma.

Tell me about your adopted family.

Uh, my adopted mom died
when I was in high school,

but my dad, Harry, was great.

Uh, so was Deb, my sister.

I went to college. Got a job.

Married Harrison's mom.

That marriage sort of fell apart

and I ended up moving around for a while.

The marriage "fell apart"?

Uh, my mom was killed by a serial killer.

But...

You don't...

He was... so young.

You don't remember anything about it.

Do you?

No.

Just the, uh, just fucked-up shit
I heard online.

How do you feel about
what happened back then, Jim?

Um...

It was a long time ago.

I guess I've made my peace.

How are you feeling right now?

Abandoned.

That's understandable.

- After everything you've been through...
- No.

No, I... I mean...

Abandoned... here.

On this couch.

Okay, if Matt wasn't in that hotel
in New York, who was?

Don't know.

Kurt had some behemoth check in
under Matt's name.

I'm pretty sure he's got his son
hidden away somewhere.

Look, I know all this shit.
It sounds sketchy.

But I've known Kurt my whole life.

Doesn't change what he did.

Look, all I'm saying is,

when I lost my dad in that car crash,
Matt and Kurt Caldwell were there for me.

All the way through
graduating the Academy.

And I can't say that
for everyone in this town.

I know this is hard for you.

But I need you
to stay objective with me here.

No, I don't get it.

Kurt pushed us to keep the search going.

He did until he didn't.
And that was what day?

Uh, here.

Okay.

And then the next day we were going
to search by... Clarke Caves.

And Kurt wanted us to stop looking
'cause Matt was alive.

Or maybe there's something out there
he didn't want us to find.

Oh, come on.

Just go with me on this.

What if...

what if Matt's dead
and Kurt's hiding his body out there?

You think Kurt killed his own son?

I'm not saying it was on purpose.

Look, Matt comes home drunk
after being on a bender.

He confesses to killing the deer.

Wants Daddy to bail him out.

Again. Things get heated...

So Kurt lied for a reason.

So...

we're going to search
up at Clarke Caves tomorrow.

Okay.

Shit.

Oh, right.

You're coaching that wrestling match
against Moose Creek tomorrow night.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Teddy.

How do you feel
about a trip to the caves?

Sign me up.

No, no, no, no, no,
I can change some things around, it's...

No, no. We got it.

You just make sure your boys
kick Moose Creek's ass.

I'm gonna eat in my room. Homework.

Come on.

Just... eat with me. Let's talk.

If you won't talk about real shit
in therapy,

why would this be any different?

Shit.

I can't just be another story
on your podcast.

What do you know, Molly Park?

Hey. You want to grab a drink?

So, thanks for coming.

Since you've known Angela
longer than I have,

I thought maybe you could give me some
tips on how to patch things up with her?

You came to the right guy.

- Okay.
- Mm-hmm.

You have no idea how many books
I've read about this.

Okay, okay.

Number one.

As much as you may want to,

don't go jump into some rebound
relationship.

It just makes things awkward
when you try to get back together.

I've been there.

No rebound. Check.

Then...

you and Angela have to have
what I call a "trust chat."

A trust chat?

Yeah, obviously,
you've broken her trust in some way.

So schedule a time

and talk about what it means to...
to trust each other.

Hmm? Hmm?

Yeah, this is good. This is good.

Molly is lucky to be dating you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Turns out, um...

I had to use the breakup playlist
with her, too.

Oh, what happened?

I don't know, Jim.
I thought we had a connection.

Well, if she's not here for you,
why is she still sticking around?

I mean, with Matt being alive and all?

She planning on some new story
or something?

Ah. That's a good question.

Molly and Angela have been meeting
in secret,

working on something.

Angela hasn't told you?

I'm doomed.

Harrison?

You know my mom's a cop, right?

You know how to use nunchucks?

Mom showed me a lot of Bruce Lee movies
when I was little.

What are you doing here?

Uh, couldn't sleep.

Can't get out of my head.

I thought, maybe, um...

You'd want to, I don't know...

talk?

Come here.

What's up?

Um...

I went to a therapist with my dad today.

It all seemed so useless.

I'm just so angry.

Like, all the time.

I can't shake it.

A lot of bad shit has happened to you.

If my dad dumped me like my bio-mom did
so he could just do his own thing...

I'd be a fucking rage machine.

I don't know, I...

I think about...

hurting people.

Like... with Ethan.

Mm. That was different.

You had to.

And you saved us.

Yeah, well, that wasn't my first time.

Hurting someone.

On... on my way up here from Florida,

some asshole tried to touch me
while I was asleep at a bus station.

Someone molests me,
they get 'chucks upside their head.

You were protecting yourself.

Totally normal.

I don't know, I...

I think about hurting...

everyone.

All the time.

I get it.

Even though I was a baby
when my bio-mom left us,

it still screwed with my head.

I mean, if your own mother ditches you,

that kind of rejection is hard to shake.

It's so hard not to feel mad at the world
all the time.

It was just me and Dad for a while.

Then Dad met Angela. Thank God.

They married and she adopted me.

Thank God.

I finally had a real mom.

But then, when Dad died,

that's when the major anger set in.

I mean, what the fuck?

Right?

Right.

Mom... Angela...

brought me here to Iron Lake.

This amazing and beautiful place
where she had family.

And I thought I'd found my community,
you know?

The Seneca Nation.

But because my bio-mom was white
and only my dad had Seneca ancestry...

It feels like I don't belong anywhere.

Always outside looking in.

That's the type of thing
that fucks you up.

We're outsiders, you and me.

But it doesn't have to destroy us.

Honey?

I've got to take off early today, I...

Uh, hi, Mrs. Bishop?

That's Chief Bishop.

Get dressed and go to my car.

Your son was in my daughter's bed
this morning.

Wait.

What?

Handle this.

Harrison, you cannot just sneak out
in the middle of the night.

And you certainly can't...

Did you even know
I was gone?

So, you had no idea.

Zero.

You think I stand by your bed
keeping watch over you all night?

My teenage son?
Is that what you want?

I got to get ready for school.

What should I do?

If you don't know,
then I certainly don't.

We can only hope
that they used protection,

'cause there's one thing
I guaran-fucking-do know,

and that is that you are not ready
to be a grandfather.

At least I don't have to have
the sex talk with him.

God, that would've been awful.

There's not much you can say
to him right now, right?

So let things calm down, you know?

Just give him some space.
Feed him some breakfast.

And then take care
of this Molly situation.

I can't let Molly take all this away.

Serial killer podcaster
in deep conversation

with the man whose son I killed.

Perfect.

- Right...
- Damn, that's cheap.

Hey, Jim.

Oh, hey, Kurt.

What kind of trouble you two brewing?

Oh, we're just shooting the shit.

It's not every day you get to yak it up
with a for-real radio star.

Nope, no, podcast star. Radio's dead.

Hey, Jim.

- Usual?
- You know what?

I just found out that too much tuna
is bad for you.

I'll take a pastrami on rye.

You want fries with that?

Yeah, let's live dangerously.

Great. I'll see you there.

Deal.

So this, this podcasting thing.

That's what brought you
to our little town, is it?

- No.
- Oh?

It was your son.

His going missing.

You know, my instincts told me
that something

more was going on than just a dead deer.

Well, you must've been pretty
disappointed

when he ended up alive
and well in New York, then.

Yeah, Molly. Why did you stay?

About that.

You know, I went to...

What was the place called?
The Gramercy Suites?

To interview Matt.

He wasn't there.

You know, this despite the fact that
you said that you had FaceTimed with him?

So it isn't
the Bay Harbor Butcher.

It's still Matt.

But the last thing I need

is for her to devote a podcast
to Where in the World is Matt Caldwell?

Okay. You caught me.

Matt was never in New York City.

And I lied about FaceTiming with him.

But the truth is,

my fuck-up of a son showed up
at my lodge drunk.

A real mess.

This, after all these good people

had been out looking for him
for a week in the cold.

So why the lie?

Yeah, Kurt. Why the lie?

Well, I didn't want the tribe
coming after him

for shooting some stupid white deer.

And half the people pissed off

that they went looking for him
to begin with, I mean...

I... Look, maybe it was a bad decision.

I don't know.

So, where is he now?

He's hiding out... at my cabin.

Okay. That's impossible.

Been in the family
for four generations.

Kind of off the grid.
Nobody really knows about it.

Look, uh...

How about if I make you a deal?

I fucking love making deals.

So, what if I take you
out to the cabin,

and you can ask Matt whatever
you want to ask him?

I mean, the only thing is you can't tell
anybody where you're going.

Where Matt's hiding.
Especially not the local PD.

At least not until his side of the story
is out.

What do you say?

- Yes and yes.
- Yeah?

Mister? You've got yourself a deal.

Let me grab my things and see what's up.

Attagirl. Good.

What the hell is Kurt doing?

No electric wires coming in.

Generator.

Propane tank for power.

This place is as off the grid
as they come.

This is serial killer 101.

Lure potential victim out to the sticks.

Make sure they don't tell anyone
where they went.

My instincts aren't what they used to be.

Too many fucking tuna sandwiches.

It's not like it'd be my fault
if Molly were to disappear.

It'd almost be poetic.

There we are. Okay.

Okay. He's right down here.

He's just in here.

Hey, Matt?

You decent?

Somebody here wants to talk to you.

Matt?

He must have his headphones in
or something.

Uh...

Hey, Matt?

It's... it's Molly Park,
from the Merry Fucking Kill podcast?

Wait, what?
That's the name of your pod-show?

Yeah, it's a play on
the marry, fuck, kill game?

Oh. Oh, yeah. I get it.

Jesus Christ!

Is everything okay down here?

Uh... hey, Kurt. I was driving by.

I saw some people
prowling around the cabin.

Just wanted to make sure it wasn't a bunch
of high school kids breaking in

to party or something.

Well, that's awful nice of you, Jimbo.

What brings you out
in my neck of the woods, though?

Just driving.

Blowing off steam.

Kid's making me crazy.

What are you two doing down here?

Well, this is my cabin.
I was just showing it to Molly.

- Oh.
- Matter of fact...

We were just heading out, weren't we?

Uh, no. No.

Matt's hiding out in here.
Kurt said that I can interview him.

Matt's in there? I'd love to say hi.

Well, let me see if, um...

Matt!

Matt, open up!

Dumb kid must've left.

Well, we might as well take off as well.

Ah, you came all this way.
You might as well check.

Wow.

This place is a beaut.

The door locks from the outside.

A camera.

He likes to watch.

Could Kurt be the killer
Angela's been looking for?

You know, Harrison would really love
a place like this.

A place of his own.

How long did it take you
to put this room in?

Oh, I don't really remember.

Bathroom?

What is it about serial killers
and bathtubs?

Jacuzzi.

Nice.

Well, you're right. No Matt.

Yeah. Sorry about that, Molly.

Dumb kid just must've left.
You know, he's a fucking mess.

So, uh...

Well, thanks a lot for looking out
the way you did.

Hope to return the favor sometime.

Ah, that's the great part about Iron Lake.

Hey, you want me to give you a ride back?
Seeing how Kurt's already home and all.

Yes, please.

- Want me to close this?
- Nope, it's okay.

Okay.

Jimbo, Molly?

This thing about Matt
stays between the three of us, okay?

You betcha.

Well, it certainly is remote.

Not a lot of winter spelunking.

It's the perfect place to hide a body.

You all right?

Oh, yeah. That whole finding a body thing?

If we do, it'll be my first one.

Doesn't matter if it's your first
or your tenth.

Never gets easy.

You go that way.

Okay.

Back there? Before you arrived?

You know, that whole shit-show
in the basement of a lonely,

off-the-grid cabin in the woods?

Really started to feel like that I was
gonna be an episode in my own podcast.

You have no idea.

Anyway, I'm really glad you showed up
when you did.

What do you think is up with Matt?

I don't know.

Weird, is what it is. Fucking weird.

Listen, I know this is a shitty thing
to ask, but...

Angela, she told me to stay out
of the whole Kurt-Matt situation...

Mum's the word.

Thank you.

Right.

And for the record, I hope you and Angela
work your shit out.

Me, too.

Looks like
I'm the good guy to Molly.

And Kurt is definitely the serial killer
Angela's been looking for.

It's never good to kill the family member
of a serial killer.

Harrison's wrestling match.

Shit.

Teddy?

Strange, right?

It looks man-made.

You think it's hiding something?

What did you say about winter spelunking?

Jim!

Best seats in the house.

And, unlike the rest of the bleachers,
a back rest.

How's Dr. Morris working out?

Oh, Harrison's not completely fixed yet.

Harrison's a great kid.

He'll get there.

Give me your rope.

Just in case.

You okay, Chief?

Fucking rat.

There's another cave! It's big.

I'm gonna look around.

I might have something!

Teddy, get in here, now!

How you doing? Good to see you.

What do you know? It's coach.

- Good team, huh?
- Yeah. Great team.

Yeah.

Look, son, um...

Jeremy made it to the semi-finals
at the state championships last year.

That was last year.

This is this year.
You got this, kid.

Honestly?

Just getting through the match
is a win in my book, okay?

- Okay.
- Yeah?

All right, come on, huddle up.
Let's go! Let's go!

Encouraging teenagers to commit
acts of violence on one another.

Normal people are so strange.

I'm gonna rip your fucking head off.

Don't let him push you around!

Yeah! That's it!

Two game.

Come on, Harrison.

Hey!

That's headbutting!
Come on, Ref! That's illegal!

- It's just wrestling, Ref.
- Come on, coach.

- No parents on the floor.
- Why's Kurt down there?

Kurt's been a sports booster forever.

Practically the assistant coach.

He gets a pass.

You okay?

Don't be scared.

I'm not. I'm pissed.

Use that anger.
Unleash it on that asshole.

Well, that's not Matt.

It's not even male.

You know her?

It's Iris.

Come on, Harrison.

Stay focused! Yeah!

Get down! Get down!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Yeah! That's it, that's it!

Yeah!

Come on. Stay with him.
Stay with him!

Yeah!

My son's dark side makes
a very public appearance.

Again.

Break it up! Break it up!
Break it up! Break it up! Enough!

Stop.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I am so proud of you.
You did good. You did good.

So proud.

Give it a fucking rest!

What? You want to go?
Is that it?

Hey, can somebody around here
act like a fucking adult?

What's wrong with you?

Jim. The two of you need to go.
Now.

Iron Lake! Bench!

Hey, fucker!
You better watch out!

Son. It's okay.

What is your problem with Kurt, Dad?

I don't like him.

Why? He's a good guy.

He cares about me.

He doesn't accuse me of
being a fucking psycho.

Just answer it.

If he cares about you so much,

what did he say to you
before you broke that kid's arm?

Nothing, he said, just, "Go get him."
It's called coaching.

He told you to hurt him. Right?

It's Angela. I have to take it.

Oh, great.

It's Jim. You okay?

I don't need Jim.

I need Dexter Morgan.