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Previously on Dexter: New Blood...

I think this is human skin.

She bit her attacker.

What if Iris was just the first?

He's drifting further and further toward Kurt.

What could possibly go wrong?

I like you. I thought you liked me too.

- Last night, you broke that kid's elbow. - Oh!

Kurt Caldwell, you're under arrest for the murder

- of Iris Broussard. - Who?

Give this to your dad.

Stay away from my son.

Titanium doesn't melt.

He knows.

Jim showed up at just the right time,

which is also weird.

I would totally do a deep dive.

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

I'm fucked up, and I always have been.

I remember everything.

Daddy will be home soon.

And I think about it all the time, hurting people.

The stab wound doesn't match the story he told Angela.

Something's off.

This wound wasn't made by a hunting knife.

Harrison brought his own weapon to school that day.

He has my Dark Passenger.

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

I have to tell Harrison everything.

♪ On a hill far away ♪

♪ Stood an old rugged cross ♪

♪ The emblem ♪

♪ Of suffering and shame ♪

♪ And I love that old cross ♪

Hey, psycho!

♪ Where the dearest and best ♪

♪ For a world ♪

♪ Of lost sinners was slain ♪

♪ And I'll cherish the old rugged cross ♪

What you got now, ass wipe?

What the fuck?!

Psycho.

Holy shit, man!

You fucking killed him!

Ah! Don't!

♪ And I'll cherish the old rugged cross ♪

♪ Old rugged cross ♪

♪ Till my trophies ♪

♪ At last I lay down ♪

♪ Yes, I will cling ♪

♪ To the old rugged cross ♪

♪ And exchange it ♪

♪ Some day for a crown... ♪

Who the hell is this guy?

Afternoon, Mr. Caldwell.

Hey, Elric, could you turn the fucking hillbilly music down a little?

Yeah. Sorry, sorry.

Everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Just checking in. How's your job coming?

Oh, I got your fish-and-game guy.

Oh, easy as pie. You handling his son?

My son?

I'm handling everything.

I'll see you soon.

Fuck.

Fuck!

It almost fell, oh, my God.

Hello?

Hey, Harrison, I'm headed to the Truck Stop. Are you there?

I thought you were in jail.

Oh, no, no, no.

That... We got that cleared up. That was just a misunderstanding.

Cool. Cool.

Y-Yeah, actually, I, um...

I-I'm not at the Truck Stop right now.

I had to leave a little early, uh,

'cause my dad came by, we had a huge fight.

What do you mean, a huge fight? You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Yeah, well, it doesn't sound like it.

Your dad just doesn't let up, does he?

Is he with you now?

N-No, I, um... I don't know where he is.

Mm.

Uh, well, did he call you to check to see if you're okay?

- No. - Okay.

Well, I'm sure he's just, uh, tied up with something.

Hey, listen, buddy, uh, where are you?

Um, I'm a-across the street from the-the Christmas tree lot.

Okay, you stay right there, all right?

I'm gonna come and pick you up.

I got a surprise for you.

I got to lose this guy,

get back to his truck and find my son.

Hey. What's up?

It's Christmas Eve is what's up.

Go home.

Yeah. I'm... I'm headed out soon.

- You good? - I will be.

Well, you know, if you ever, uh, want to grab a drink or anything...

I'm sure that Jim would love to hear from you.

Did you hear that we-we had drinks the other night?

- I didn't. - You know, he acts

all easy breezy, but underneath, he's...

He cares a lot about you and Harrison.

I mean, look at how upset he got after his kid almost OD'd.

Nearly killed that drug dealer.

What are you talking about?

Uh, that's right. You were, um...

You were in New York.

Well, we went to Crystal Bar

to arrest the drug dealer, Miles O'Flynn.

Jim had already found the guy and was, uh, beating the shit out of him.

- How did you not tell me this? - Oh, I meant to. I just...

Okay, look, I didn't want it to look like I was talking shit about your boyfriend.

Uh, his anger got the best of him.

If-if it was my kid, I probably would have reacted the same way.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I, I, I wasn't trying to, you know, make you upset or anything. I...

Oh, it's okay. It's okay. It's...

It's been a tough week.

I really hate it when I'm the one who's bleeding.

Your son's blood.

It's all on your hands.

Goddamn save him.

I'm working on it.

That's it. I guarantee it'll make you feel dyno-mite.

- Shit. No, I wasn't doing shit! - Hey! Hey, hey!

You've got some time to talk.

Fucking bullshit! I was just drinking a beer, man.

Relax, Miles. I'm not gonna hurt you or bust you.

I'm here to ask you about your encounter with Jim Lindsay.

- Who? - He was the guy who did that to your face.

Oh. That guy. Fucking lunatic.

Yeah. I'm still thinking about pressing charges.

Do you want to tell me what went down?

This isn't like a trick or something, right?

Like, you're not trying to entrap me? Okay? 'Cause I'm not fucking stupid.

No? Well, you help me out, I'll return the favor.

Okay. All right.

So, I was at the bar, having a drink,

when that, uh, Jim dude, or whatever his name is,

comes over to me, all friendly and shit.

- Friendly? - Yeah.

He asks me if I could... do him a favor.

Heard you might know where to get some blues.

Follow me outside.

He asked you for drugs?

Your words, not mine.

Anyway, so he gets me outside over by the dumpsters.

So I could...

So you could do him that favor?

Right. Except out of nowhere, he fucking jumped me.

He just started attacking you with no provocation?

Yeah, just started swinging at me.

And look, okay, this is gonna sound crazy, but before he started pounding on me,

he poked me in the neck, with, like, a needle or some shit.

- A needle? - Yeah, and so, I was like,

"What the fuck?" And I look up, and I see the police rolling up,

and I'm like, "What the actual fuck?"

And that's when he started throwing fists, man.

- Wait. Wait. - He's got fast hands, yo.

He starts punching you after the cops show up?

Yeah, man. Yeah, just right as they rolled up.

And the thing he poked you with, you're sure it was a needle?

Well, I-I didn't really get a good look at it, okay?

It all happened so fast, but, like, I mean, look.

I still got the fucking mark. Check it.

Kurt said I had to bring you in alive. You know what?

He'll just have to understand.

Right?

I mean, you know, shit.

I think the school's closed for, you know, Christmas break.

Yeah, well, they haven't changed the locks

since I was Matt's wrestling coach, so...

What about security cameras?

Oh, you mean for our precious children?

No, those are reserved for tracking white deer

because that's what's important, right?

Sometimes it feels good to be bad. Don't you think?

Yeah.

Besides, what are they gonna do, arrest me? Again?

Fucking snow. Even a three-year-old could track me.

Come on, big man, head on down that creek so I can get back to my son.

- First perfect game in school history. - That's Matt?

Yeah.

He was about your age.

Ah, I used to go to every one of his games.

That's what I loved most about being a dad.

Whoa.

He lettered in three sports?

Yeah. He was...

he was special.

Well, how's he doing? Have you talked to him lately?

Actually... I haven't, you know.

Uh, we never really communicated very well.

Not like you and me.

Oh.

Does that mean he's not coming home for Christmas?

Uh... you know, with all the search party,

I think he's afraid to show his face around here.

That's too bad.

People are pretty forgiving,

especially during the holidays.

Not everyone.

Hey, let's go have some fun, huh? Come on.

Oldest trick in the goddamn book.

You want to play games? I can do this all fucking day.

You might have all day, but I don't.

- Shit. This is great. - Yeah. Right?

Small towns love them some sport, huh?

I mean, what else we gonna do, right?

Okay.

Uh, let's see.

That one...

All right.

- Put that ball right in here. - All right.

- All right, wait for me to get down there. - Okay.

Okay.

All right, anytime.

- Whoa! - Wow.

Matt's got nothing on you, huh?

Yeah, well, I led the Mountain League in batting my senior year.

Taught him everything... he knows. All right, that's enough.

Let's turn this thing off before I hurt myself showing off.

You ever play?

- What, Jim never taught you? - No.

All right. Let's see what you got.

Summer camp.

Perfect place for a serial killer to make his stand.

All right. Batter up!

- Sorry. - It's okay, you don't have to apologize.

Okay. Here you go.

It's all right.

You just weren't taught right.

Y-You're swinging with your wrists, all right?

Good instincts, but you've got to use your whole body, right?

You've got to step with your legs.

Swing. Whole body.

There you go. Good. One more time.

Step. Whole body.

All right, now, this time, step, whole body, snap your wrists. Ready?

Step, whole body, snap!

There you go. There.

- You're not afraid, are you? - No.

Good.

Now...

Ready?

Okay. Just... relax.

Keep your head down. Eye on the ball, all right?

Ready?

Hey, attaboy! Attaboy. All right.

Good, good, good. Now, step into it.

Oh! There we go.

Whew! Good God!

This is getting too easy for you.

You know what? Let's try a curve ball. See how you handle that.

All right. Here we go.

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. I'm-I'm good.

All right.

Okay.

Turn it back on.

Sorry. I'm not the guy you're looking for.

Put another one in.

And my own dad thinks I'm what?

A liar? An animal?

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again!

You are one tough fucking kid.

So, you ever had venison?

No, I... No, I've never had it.

Really? You mean the whole time you've been here in Iron Lake,

Jim hasn't cooked you up some venison?

Nope.

Oh. I don't know what the hell he's waiting for.

Come on, we're gonna rectify that situation right now.

All right. Let's go.

I also see some quality Scotch in your future.

I thought we were headed to your place.

We are. I have a cabin out this way.

Oh, cool.

Yeah. I do all my hunting out here.

It's where I keep my venison.

It's nice, you know.

To have a place you can go to get away, be yourself.

Yeah.

Hope he's as drawn to blood as I am.

You said you had all day.

Well, I've got news for you.

The night is mine.

What's going on? Everything okay?

Yeah. It's just...

You know what? You were right.

I pushed everything aside to deal with Iris.

- I want to close out all our files. - Now?

Yeah, I keep thinking about that story you told me about the opioid bust.

You mind bringing me up to speed on that case?

Okay, um, once we arrested Miles,

I got him to snitch on his supplier.

Piece of shit named Jasper Hodge.

I coordinated with the Staties to make the arrest,

- but we got there too late. - It was too late?

Yeah. When we went to make the arrest, he was already dead.

Accidentally OD'd on his own product while he was pressing pills.

How long had he been dead when you found him?

About an hour before we got there.

So...

maybe Miles tipped Jasper off that the police were coming?

Maybe he OD'd because he didn't want to spend

- all those years in prison? - I don't think so.

I mean, when I brought Miles and Jim into the station,

Miles gave up Jasper quick.

But we held Miles for 24 hours, and Jasper was dead in ten.

How long did you keep Jim in custody?

No more than an hour. I mean, I wasn't trying to punish him.

I just wanted to make sure he cooled off.

Stupid motherfucker took a knife to a gun fight.

All right.

Yeah. Okay.

Christ! Who the hell are you?

Where does Kurt have my son?

Fuck you! Okay. Okay. Okay.

I think Kurt's got him up at his cabin on Stern Road.

That's where I was to bring you.

That's all I know.

I was just doing my job.

No-Nothing personal.

We're talking about my son. There's nothing more personal than that.

Do you see this often?

Fentanyl overdose? Are you kidding?

- By the guy making the pills. - Eh, it happens.

He had, um, ketamine in his system, too.

That could explain it.

- Was it lethal drug interaction? - No.

A party drug.

Probably took it to mellow out.

Made him sloppy.

So, there's nothing to suggest

that Jasper's death was anything other than an accidental overdose?

Well, not unless someone put a gun to his head

and made him snort a line.

Just want to check one more thing.

- Fucking faster, Dex! - I'm going as fast as I can.

- Text him. Warn him. - It's risky.

- You have to let him know. - I don't want to tip off Kurt.

This is the good stuff.

This is what they call single malt Scotch whisky.

Best there is. Only kind I drink.

- Thank you. - Go ahead. Give it a shot.

Hmm?

Ooh. That kind of tastes like a Band-Aid.

You want to put some ice on that?

No, I'm good.

Mm.

Got to stop doing that to yourself, kid.

I mean, look, I get it.

I-I used to do stuff like that when I was your age.

But the sooner you stop punishing yourself

for whatever you think is wrong with you...

Look, all I'm trying to say is that you are who you are.

Find what gives you joy, and you do that thing.

No apologies.

Whatever it is that brings you pleasure in this world.

How do you...

H-How do you do that?

You just... take the leap.

Well, I have worked up quite an appetite. How about you?

Starving.

Whoo! This is gonna be tasty.

Uh, hey, I'm-I'm getting a little cold.

Where's the firewood for the stove?

Um, it's around the side of the house. I'll get it.

Oh, no, no, no. I got it.

Come on, Harrison. Come on. Come on.

- You good? - Yeah.

You know, if it's getting late and you need to be home,

I'm happy to give you a ride.

Mm. No way.

I wouldn't want to miss out on all the venison.

Yeah, it's smelling pretty tasty in there.

I'm glad we're doing this, kid.

Me, too.

All right. Hurry up.

Shit.

So I'm trying to make weight.

And I... you know. I start wearing a-a garbage bag, right?

- Mm-hmm. - And then go for a run.

I'm drenched in sweat, I got terrible BO,

and I'm wearing a frigging Hefty bag.

- Mm. - I run around the corner,

and there she is,

- walking her dog. - Oh, man.

I had been gearing up

to ask her to the Spring Dance all week,

but, you know, at school, there's always people around, and I...

I don't know. I just kept pussying out.

- I get it. - So, this time,

I say, "Okay, forget about it." I'm-I'm gonna take my shot.

I'm gonna, I'm gonna ask her. Right there, right then.

What'd she say?

Well, she looked me up and down,

like I had just escaped from a mental ward, and said,

"Do I look like I date white trash?"

Just laid me out.

But you probably don't have that problem.

You're going out with the police chief's daughter, right?

Uh, I don't know.

After that last wrestling match,

I-I think she looks at me like I just escaped a mental ward.

Well, you know, I guess some people are just never gonna understand

guys like you and me.

You know what I say?

Fuck 'em.

Yeah.

- Fuck 'em! - Fuck 'em!

Attaboy.

Ah.

So... so, so what, what happened with you going to jail?

W-What was that about?

Well, that was...

just a little mix-up with some DNA.

Well, it turns out that my dad

murdered a teenage girl in Iron Lake 25 years ago.

- Oh, shit. - Yeah.

He was a really messed up guy.

Wasn't easy growing up being his son, I can tell you that.

And I guess, you know, since I spent the night in jail because of him,

it still isn't easy.

Uh, you know.

Sometimes a kid just ends up suffering for the...

choices of his father.

So, hey, why did the dad

that abandoned you for ten years

end up getting in a fight with you at my truck stop?

Oh, I-I don't even know if it was a fight

as much it was just me

being pissed at him

- all the time. - Ah.

I just feel like I keep wanting something from him that...

What? What do you want, kid?

I don't know. I...

When I came here, I, I wanted answers.

A-And now, as much as I...

fucking hate to say it...

I-I think I was also looking for,

you know...

Connection. Real connection with your dad. Hmm?

Yeah.

But I-I think he knew.

Even when I was five,

I think, I think he knew how different we were.

Yo, this is Harrison. Leave a message and I'll hit you back.

Well, w-we don't get each other on, like,

a-a normal father-son level.

I-I feel like he's always holding something back from me,

or... I don't know.

Whatever blood-bond most fathers have with their kids,

it's-it's not there.

Listen to me. You cannot blame yourself for that.

That is on him.

Yeah.

Maybe it's his childhood abandonment shit. Maybe it's mine.

E-Either way, I got my answer.

If you were my son, I would never have walked out on you.

Ever.

- Tha-Thank you for saying that. - I mean it.

- Ah, damn. - What's up?

Uh...

Just something I have to take care of.

Okay. I'll be right back.

W-What are you doing?

Wish it could've worked out differently. But I don't have a choice, son.

Sins of the father.

It's a fucked-up world out there.

- I-I don't... - Get up.

Get out.

What, did I say something wrong?

Did I do something? I-I didn't mean to do anything.

J-Just tell me what I did and I'll make it right.

I'm-I'm-I'm sorry! I don't know what I did! I...

Please, Kurt. Please don't hurt me.

I'm sorry.

Run.

Run!

Come on! Get him out of the car!

I want him to see this.

Come on!

Oh, shit.

Harrison!

- Are you okay? - I'm-I'm not hurt.

Where'd he go?

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Ketamine...

How did you know we were there?

D-Did you know Kurt was...

What's, What's going on?

There's so much I need to tell you. I should've way before it got to this.

You need to know.

What?

Before anything else, you need to know

that you never have to feel alone with your dark...

thoughts again.

You were probably drawn to Kurt because he seemed to understand you, but I...

I was born in blood, just like you.

I had the same violent urges when I was your age.

Like you, I didn't know how to deal with them.

But my dad taught me a code.

A way to channel those urges.

I'm gonna tell you everything.

This is all I had to do. This is all he ever wanted.

Maybe, if I'm being honest...

maybe this is all I ever wanted too.