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Previously on
Dexter: New Blood...

License and registration.

Yes, mistress. Officer.
Sorry.

The one for Dexter Morgan.

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

How can I ever trust
whoever the fuck you are?

Who could've found me out?

'Sup, Big Guy?

And I've saved the best for last.

The Bay Harbor Butcher.

This is serial killer 101.

Lure potential victim out to the sticks.

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

Matt's hiding out in here.

Dumb kid must've left.

- We might as well take off as well.
- Wow.

Never a good idea to kill
the family member of a serial killer.

- Uh, hi, Mrs. Bishop.
- That's Chief Bishop.

I ran into Kurt. He told me
he needed someone to do odd jobs.

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

Kurt pushed us to keep the search going.

He did until he didn't.

And that was what day? Clarke Caves.

Teddy, get in here now! It's Iris.

Oh!

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

It's Jim. You okay?

I don't need Jim.

I need Dexter Morgan.

We have an hour
till Teddy gets back with the cavalry.

I know there's not much to go on,
but that's where you come in.

Dexter Morgan.
Forensics expert from Miami Metro?

He owes me.

So, what do you see?

You're lucky the cold
kept her somewhat preserved.

Semi-mummified.

Otherwise, you'd just be looking at bones.

Yeah, real lucky.

May I?

She was shot from behind.

Probably with a rifle. From a distance.

The bullet came through here.

She wasn't shot here.
There's not enough blood.

Likely she was dragged and buried after.

- You can test the dirt and you'll see.
- What else?

Tell me. I can handle it.

She was still alive when she was buried.

The weight of the rocks held her down,
but she...

she tried to dig herself out.

- Hey. I can stop.
- No, I-I don't need your comfort.

I need you to fucking find something

so I can take down the asshole
who did this to Iris.

Okay.

What are you doing?

Huh. Just hold this.

See this? I think this is human skin.

She bit her attacker.

Sounds like Iris.

It's a long shot,
but you could send this in for processing.

There's a slight chance
there's enough DNA to reveal the killer.

I'll call the county coroners.
Push through a rush test.

Temper your expectations.
She's been here a long time.

Twenty-five years.

It's a small sample.

Unless whoever did this
is already in the system,

there may not be enough left
to test it against multiple subjects.

Well, I only need enough for one.

You have a suspect?

- I have... a theory.
- Okay.

My sister used to test out
her theories on me,

to see if they had legs.

Plus, you know I can keep a secret.

Fine. Kurt Caldwell.

Of course.

He knew her?

I don't know, but Kurt lied
about Matt popping his head up.

So far, we've found no trace of him
besides Kurt's word.

No phone records, nothing.

Why would he lie?

He wanted to call off the search
right as we were set to come here,

to this cave.

He didn't want you to find her.

You think it's got legs?

And arms, and a body,
and an isolated cabin in the woods.

We'll find out soon enough.

Thanks, Dexter.

If Angela's right,
and this is Kurt...

I have to wonder how many other
of his victims are out there.

How many parents
with missing children

looking for answers
they don't wanna hear.

And most importantly,
where does Kurt's journey end?

With Angela and the police?

Or with me and my kill table?

Hey, I made breakfast.

We're both pretty hungry, I guess.

Just trying to bulk up for wrestling.

So, what do you got going on today?

Same. School, practice.

Gonna miss dinner, though.
Today's my first shift at the Truck Stop.

You know how I feel about that.

You know how I feel about that.

- Thanks for breakfast.
- You bet.

He's drifting further and further
toward Kurt.

- Who is probably a murderer.
- Yeah, and so are you.

Well, that's...

fair.

Kill him.

If I kill Kurt,
that's just another secret.

Kurt suddenly disappears,
Harrison is crushed.

He never finds out
who Kurt really was.

The kid has already
had too many losses.

One more could
just push us further apart.

So, what, you do nothing?

Angela's already gunning for Kurt.
She's building a case.

Once she arrests him, it's all over.

Harrison will see who Kurt really is.
In the meantime...

I'll make sure Harrison is safe.

Yeah. Good call.

Leave it to the police to handle.

What could possibly go wrong?

There's something you should know.

You didn't think to mention this earlier?

Molly asked me not to.

I figured it was her decision.

Now, after this morning, I don't know,
the whole thing just seems off.

Okay, tell me exactly
what happened.

Molly approached Kurt at The Tavern.
She was asking a lot of questions.

And he told her that Matt was holed up
in a cabin, way out here in the woods.

That he'd never even gone to New York.

- You heard him say that?
- Crystal clear.

I just wanted to make sure she was okay,
so I followed them out here.

Kurt was selling her
on some exclusive interview,

but the minute I showed up, he cut bait.

I know this town better than anyone,
so how come I never heard of this place?

I kind of forced my way in,
but the room was empty.

No Matt.

A secret cabin in the woods.

Luring a young woman out here alone.

What if Iris was just the first?

You're the expert.

Looks like he moved something heavy
since last night.

Did you hear that?

That the sound of you
not needing a warrant?

Bleach.

Never a good sign.

Could've been a struggle.

Son of a bitch.

Holy shit, it's been totally stripped.

There was a door here,
locked from the outside.

There was a camera up there
in that corner.

There was a bed.

It was like a fully-equipped motel room
or something.

What the fuck?

Only someone with something to hide
goes to these kind of extremes.

We'll search every landfill and dumpster
in a hundred-mile radius.

Gotta get rid of his shit somewhere.

He's a step ahead.

No, he's not. We are.

He doesn't know we found Iris.

So your entire case
hinges on a 25-year-old DNA sample

that your boyfriend found illegally?

Yup.

It's looking more
and more like Deb's right.

I may have to kill him.

Uh, hey, I'll-I'll catch you later, okay?

- Hey.
- Hey.

I was gonna ask if you wanted to hang out
sometime over break.

Uh, maybe I could finally hear
some of your songs.

Actually, I should lie low.

My mom was pissed
about you staying over.

Oh, I-I hope I didn't get you in trouble.

No, it-it's all good.

Well, if it's all good, let's hang out.

A-Audrey, I, um... I-I like you.

And-And I thought you liked me, too.

I do.

Last night, you broke that kid's elbow.

He tapped out, but you kept going.

You know what? Uh, forget I asked.

I-I'm gonna be really busy
this weekend anyway.

- Harrison...
- I-I gotta go.

I'm used to being the predator,
but now I'm the protector.

Funny what fatherhood'll do to you.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

You're very welcome.

- Hey, look at you.
- What are you doing here?

I just wanted to visit my son at work.
Show some support.

First jobs can be stressful.

Especially when your boss
is a serial killer.

You told me not to take the job.

Maybe I was wrong.
This coffee ain't half bad.

I... gotta get back
before someone notices.

On the house.

That's kind of you.

So, Jimbo, what brings you down
to my neck of the woods?

Well, it's my son's first job.
Big occasion.

Warrants a celebration, don't you think?

- Mm.
- Mmm. Yummy.

Hard worker, your son.

It's a horrible job, though.
Especially in the winter.

But for some reason, he wants to be here,
freezing his ass off, instead of at home.

You seem to have the same problem
with your own son.

- Always disappearing into the night.
- Mm.

Did Molly ever get that interview,
by the way?

I don't know about you,
but I would love to hear

Matt's side of the story.

I bet it's good.

You know, there was a time

when I thought
you and I would be great friends.

We do seem
to have a lot in common.

You were really there for me
when Matt went missing.

Let us use your home and your land
for the search.

Except you kill innocent women,
and I kill guys like you.

And there was that time outside The Tavern

when you picked me up in your truck.

It was snowing, remember?

To think I was gonna drive home in that.

I probably wouldn't have made it.

But thank God you showed up.

Almost like it was... fate.

Looks like good news
in the DNA department.

Hey, chief.

- Nice surprise. What can I do for you?
- Get up.

- Excuse me?
- Do what she says.

Okay, Coach.

Kurt Caldwell,

you're under arrest
for the murder of Iris Broussard.

Who?

Okay. Hey, hey, okay.

Hey, take it easy.
Everything's gonna be okay.

I'm sure this will all
get straightened out.

Don't worry. Don't worry.

All right. Okay.

Coach?

- Coach, what the hell?
- Yeah, right?

Smile for the camera, Kurt.

We fucking did it. Holy shit.

Okay. Uh, uh, what-what can I do?
Where can I set up?

I mean, you should have, like,

at least called me.

Or, you know, sent me a text.

"OTW. Uh, handcuff emoji, Kurt."

Excuse me?

We are a team.
We keep each other in the loop.

Like you kept me in the loop
about Kurt's secret cabin?

You know, the one you visited

while you were interviewing him
behind my back?

I can see how that looks bad,

but, you know,
you and I have different tactics.

- You knew that from the beginning.
- I explicitly asked you

to stay away from Kurt.

You could have blown up
this entire investigation for what?

A fucking podcast?

We're done here.

I hate the view
from the cheap seats.

This you?

She looks brand-new. Nice job.

If this all looks good to you,
I'm think I'm gonna head out.

Hey, I-I got a 20.

Help me move some cargo?

Sure.

Come on.

You know, this is clearly a mistake.

I mean, I have never, ever in my life
been involved in murder,

and I think deep down, you know that.

I have no idea who this girl is.

Well, now I know you're lying.

You were living in Iron Lake
when Iris disappeared.

You must have seen these.
They were everywhere.

I personally restocked them
at the Truck Stop

where you ate every day.

Oh, of course.

This is your friend. That's right.

The girl who ran away.

She didn't run away. She was murdered.

That's terrible news,

but I do not understand why you think
that I would be involved.

- What time did Matt call you?
- What?

The night he suddenly turned up safe,
out of nowhere?

- Why?
- It's important.

Uh, I don't know. 8:00, 9:00?

Did he FaceTime your cell
or your computer?

I was at home.

Your records show
no incoming calls from Matt.

On your computer or your cell.

In fact, there are no incoming calls
from anyone

on either line at all that night.

None at your office
at the Truck Stop, either,

just in case you were
about to lead me there.

Matt never called you.

- I don't understand how this is relevant.
- Well, neither did I.

Why would you lie?

What reason could you possibly have
to fabricate a call with your son?

Why call off a search
if the missing person hadn't been found?

Unless you knew
where the search was going next

and you were so afraid
of what we would find

that you'd sacrifice your own son.

Well, that is one wild,
elaborate theory, chief.

Have you ever been inside
the Clarke Caves?

Sure. You know, as a kid.

Couple times. Got high there.

I mean, not since I left school.

How did you get that scar?

Uh, I work with my hands.

Listen, sweetheart. I feel for you. I do.

You must be devastated.

She was your friend,
and you're looking for someone to blame.

But you are not thinking straight.

A mistake like this
could cost you your job.

- I'm worried about you.
- You should be worried about yourself.

Because we found DNA evidence
on Iris's body

that proves everything.

We've tested it against yours.

I never consented to a sample.

You already gave us a swab, remember?

During the search for your missing
or, as you now claim, found son.

It was a match.

I wanna talk to my lawyer.

You're Harrison, right?

Yeah. Why?

Give this to your dad, okay?

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- I'm gonna go clean up.
- Okay.

You know, you can't just show up
at my work like that.

I get that you're worried about me,
but I can take care of myself.

I know.

Uh, um, almost forgot.

- What's this?
- Uh, one of the truckers gave it to me.

- Said it was for you.
- Who was it?

I'd never seen him before.
Uh, must've been one of Kurt's guys.

What the fuck is this?

What's your game, Kurt?

Miriam.

Come see.

Oh. Oh...

Oh...

You have him now. Make him pay.

This is my life.
A wolf among sheep.

Hello!

You're free! Come on!

Go. Come on.

Mrs. Gross's sheep got out again.

Old Man Turner's liable to shoot 'em
if they wander onto his property.

Fifteen minutes, tops. I hear ya.

Teddy? You here?

No one here but me.

And you.

How'd you get in?

Stay away from my son.

That means you, your employees,

or minions, or whatever the fuck they are.

And whoever gave Harrison that envelope.

Is that really why you're here? Curiosity?

You wanna know what was
in that envelope?

'Cause I've heard
this whole song and dance before.

Harrison's almost grown.
You can't control him.

- Or me.
- Don't you get it?

You're the one behind bars.
You don't have any power.

Not anymore.

What, this?

This situation is temporary.

I saw what you are.

With my own eyes.

You think you can get rid of everything?

Something always gets left behind.

You're right.

Something always gets left behind.

We can never erase all of our sins.

Not even fire will do that.

Hey, Jim, you remember that night that you
picked me up in front of The Tavern,

gave me a ride home?

It was snowing, right?

Funny thing was, when I got home...

wasn't snow on my jacket.

It was ash.

You think you know everything,

but I know one thing you don't.

Titanium doesn't melt.

Fascinating.

Thanks for the science lesson.

Uh...

Almost like it was... fate.

He knows.

Kurt sent this through Harrison
to prove a point.

He's got reach, even from behind bars.

He knows I killed his son.

If it were me,
I'd definitely want revenge.

- Heading to work?
- Yup.

- Need a ride?
- I'm good.

Come on.

A ride? That's it?

- You're not gonna give me any grief?
- That's it.

Kurt's cracking.

His lawyer is definitely upset.

We got him.

Against my advice and counsel,
Mr. Caldwell wants to make a statement.

Guess he's got a guilty conscience.

Call the D.A.
She's gonna wanna see this herself.

My dad, Roger, uh, was a drunk.

Abusive. He used
to knock my mom around. Uh...

She would get restraining orders
against him,

but it never seemed to do any good.

So, eventually, she, uh, packed up
and left town.

Only she forgot
to take me with her, I guess.

Um, after... after my mom left,
my dad would take me on the road.

Said it was, um...

Said it was cheaper than a babysitter

and that I would learn
more than I learned in school,

but, really, the only thing I learned

was that he was a bigger asshole
than I thought.

He used to pick up women.

"Lot Lizards," he called them.
Working girls.

Uh, he'd bring them back to the truck
while I was supposed to be asleep.

♪ As I walk along, I wonder ♪

♪ A-what went wrong with our love... ♪

He liked to slap them around.

Fuck them up pretty bad, actually.

He was just so angry...

- No!
- ...that my mom had left.

- And he knew...
- No!

...that they would never call the cops,

- 'cause even if they did...
- Stop!

...he'd be long gone.

♪ While our hearts were young ♪

After they left, they were bruised
and crying and...

♪ Tears are fallin' and I feel a pain ♪

And I was just a little kid.

I lived in fear
that he would turn on me like that.

This is all very sad,
but we're here about Iris.

Uh, yeah, sure.

Sorry, uh...

Uh, right. So, I...

I had my own truck routes by then,

and, uh, every time that our schedules
would overlap,

uh, my dad would insist
that I buy him a meal.

Because he said I owed him.

So, uh, that night,
we had dinner together.

And afterward, I was gassing up my truck,

and that's when I saw her.

Your friend, Iris, walking alone.

And I saw her get in the truck
with my dad.

He was in such a foul mood.

I really should've said something to her.
I should have stopped her.

♪ Until then I'll always be... ♪

Hey.

♪ Devoted to you... ♪

I'm Kurt.

Iris.

- Where you headed?
- Away.

And they drove off,
and that's the last I saw of her.

I guess I hoped
that that's all it was, right?

Just a ride, you know?

You know, it's rough out there.
Young girl like you shouldn't be alone.

I wasn't supposed to be alone.
I was supposed to be with my best friend.

Ex-best friend.

- I should take you home.
- Fuck you! I don't wanna go home.

You have no idea
what happens to girls out there.

No one to protect them, keep them safe.

- You don't want that life.
- I'm not going back.

- If you won't give me a ride...
- Hey, hey.

- ...then let me the fuck out.
- Stay in here!

Fucking bitch!

I'm trying to help you.
Don't you fucking understand?

Yeah, and everybody in town said that, uh,

you know, she had run off.

And I-I guess I wanted
to believe that, too.

That she had started a new life somewhere.

He did this.

That DNA you found, that's my dad's.

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

I'm sorry, Angela.
I should've said something.

I had no idea he was capable.

I mean, I have been living with...

You have been living with this?

What about Miriam? What about me?

The test said there's a 67 percent chance
that it is him.

Which leaves 33 percent
reasonable doubt it isn't him.

More than enough for any jury to acquit.

- Here you go, Mr. Caldwell.
- No hard feelings, kid.

It's your boss that owes me the apology.

We have to follow
where the evidence points, sir.

It was a righteous arrest.
We got the truth.

- Finally.
- Yes, you did, didn't you?

You know, we could've spared you
the inconvenience

if you had come forward
all those years ago.

Not to mention the victim's family...

Sorry for your loss.

This is a game of chess.

Every time Kurt makes a move,
he wants you to think you're ahead.

But you're not.

He's always got a plan.

That screw is a loose end.

I hate loose ends.

Surgical screws come in sets.

Kurt's office is as good a place
as any to start looking.

Elric Kane, $5,000.

Who the hell is Elric Kane?

And what does he owe Kurt?

Have you heard?

- Kurt's been released.
- Holy shit. That's great!

- Yep.
- I was so scared.

I'm gonna have to kill him.

I knew it couldn't...

♪ All I want is you ♪

Logan called.
He thought you might need a friend.

Which I know I'm not,
not after what I pulled.

But I figured someone
was better than no one.

Oh. No, thank you.

I was so sure it was him.

I don't know. Maybe it is the dad.

I don't know what to believe,
what to tell her mom.

In my job, you learn to live with...

unsatisfying endings.

You know, because sometimes
it is an accident,

or there is no motive,

or the killer is dead
by the time you catch up.

What matters, Angela,
is that you did the work.

And you can't blame yourself
for anything else.

I was supposed to go with her.

We had a plan.

She was pissed when I backed out.
She said I was a poser.

If I'd gone with her, she'd be safe.

No. Or you'd both be dead.

I thought that finding Iris
would make up for it all.

But I don't feel better.

I just fucking miss her.

Shots?

Look, at the very least,
know that you're not alone.

I mean, I got some really creepy vibes
from Kurt, too.

It's the kind that I tell my listeners
to run away from as fast as they can.

- But you didn't run.
- Mm-mm. I didn't have to.

You know, luckily, Jim showed up
at just the right time to save my ass.

Which, in retrospect, is also weird.

Yeah, his excuse about checking
on the cabin was weak.

Uh, he followed you there.

That's creepy.

He overheard you and Kurt
talking about Matt.

He said something didn't sit right.

That doesn't make sense.

No, Kurt and I were sitting at the bar,

and Jim was actually sitting
at this table.

I mean, can you hear what Brian
and Fred are fighting about

from over here?

Neither can I.

Unless...

- I'll take a pastrami on rye.
- You want fries with that?

Yeah. Let's live dangerously.

He charged his phone.

Left it next to us while we were talking.
He could've recorded us.

- Why would he record you?
- Fuck if I know.

Yeah, you're right. It's too weird.

But it was also weird
that he was eating pie with Kurt

after he knew Kurt was my prime suspect.

Okay, now I'm thoroughly confused.

What? Okay.

First, Kurt is creepy, and now Jim.

If he wasn't your boyfriend,
I would totally do a deep dive.

But it's not like he's hiding
anything from you.

I mean, you're the chief of police.

Hey, shit stain.

Yeah, you.

You know our captain's out
for the fuckin' season

'cause of you, right?

How do you feel now, tough guy?

- What the fuck? You psycho!
- Hey! That's enough.

Goddamn it! Leave me alone!

I can't.

Why?

I just wanna talk.

Why? So you can call me a psycho, too?

Fuck it. You were right.

You were right before,
and-and you're right now.

- Right about what?
- I'm fucked up.

- I-I'm fucked-up, and I always have been.
- You're not.

I always had bad dreams.

Nightmares.

When I listened to that podcast,

it all came flooding back.

They weren't nightmares.

They were real.

I remember everything.

There, there.

Daddy will be home soon.

I'm so fucking angry.

I mean, I think about it all the time.

Hurting people.

Doing what he did to mom.

You've always known, haven't you?

That's why you left.

- Harrison...
- No.

- Yo, Scott! Let me get a ride.
- Harrison!

Hey!

Shit.

Damn it.

I was wrong.

I have to tell Harrison everything.