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- Previously on Dexter...
- How's it feel? - Better.

- Everything okay?
- My mother... she's passed.

When I was a child,

I was a soldier. I didn't want to be.

We found black mold
in his bedroom closet.

The landlord's ignoring my calls.

She's late on her rent.

All she needs is for you to do your job.

I'll get to it when I get to it.

You had an impulse, you
denied it. Take that Morgan

sense of justice, find your own path.

Hello, future students,

I will be your tour guide this afternoon.

- I'm gigi.
- I'm Harrison.

Ronald schmidt.

He prefers "red."

I've been hosting this gathering for years.

So, there are others?

- Lowell.
- Welcome to the freak show.

- Mia.
- I just enjoy killing.

Mia took her own life in jail.

- Gareth.
- I know your secret.

You're a twin.

What the hell happened?

- He went after me.
- Doesn't make sense.

Al.

Hope you like my little movie, Mr. Prater.

The "charity gala guy." Busy man.

I believe Harrison
Morgan killed Ryan foster...

No, no, no!

Using methods taught to him

by his father, Dexter Morgan.

Stay away from me and my son.

You think I'm just gonna back off?

For the official record,
this is captain angel Batista.

I am currently in New
York, collecting evidence

to prove that my former
colleague, Dexter Morgan,

is in fact the bay harbor butcher.

I've placed a tracer in
Mr. Morgan's vehicle,

and I will be logging
locations where Dexter spends

significant periods of time. Dexter lives

in a basement apartment, 7701

forest Avenue in queens.

Dexter's son, Harrison Morgan,
works at the empire hotel.

Home, unknown.

Most days and evenings,

Dexter drives for a ride sharing service.

He often stops for up to 30 minutes

to pick up fares around jfk, laguardia

and grand central station.

Dexter is a man of routine.

He frequents two different
diners and a Cuban joint.

The cubano's decent,
but... Well, anyway.

Mr. Morgan doesn't spend
too much time away from home,

except to do his ride shares.

By establishing his routine in the city,

I intend to note any
anomalies from his daily pattern

so I can be there when he strikes again.

Where are you now, Dexter Morgan?

Tonight's the night

I could earn a couple of hundred bucks

driving people all over the city.

But I've got a deeper need to fill.

Lowell, Mia, gareth...
And then there was al.

You're losing all your friends.

They're not my friends.

Okay, you were right.

The lines got a little blurry.

You can't mix your killing
life with your personal life.

- Never ends well...
- I've got it, dad.

Almost done UN-mixing.

Where'd you go? There.

Hey, red.

- Hey, al.
- How you doing?

You know, I've been
meaning to check up on you.

That was really something the other day.

Yeah, it was a lot.

It would be good to talk
it over with a... friend.

You want to grab a drink tonight?

Aw, pal, I would, but you know what?

I'm seeing Hamilton tonight.

And then after the show,
I'm just gonna head home.

- Home?
- Yeah, back to Wisconsin for me.

The land o' the cheese heads.

I'm gonna drive through the night.

- But...
- yeah, I know, it's a little earlier than

I had planned, but, to be honest,

these little gatherings
have lost their luster,

what with all the deaths.

Plus, the little lady's ovulating,

so we're gonna try for another.

I can't let him get away,

not after seeing his home movie.

- Hamilton?
- Yeah, wow.

Expensive ticket, but I
do love me a good musical.

How about we meet up after?

A coffee before the long drive?

I'm not gonna ruin my shot.

Well, let's see... I'll be
hungry at the end of it

you know what? Yeah, let's do that.

There's a spot near all the theaters

that has a cajun pasta to die for.

- I'll text it to you.
- Sounds great.

All right.

Cajun pasta.

Look at this.

Unbelievable.

I thought what you did
last year couldn't be topped.

But you've done it.

This looks... amazing.

Give yourself a round of applause.

Wheelchairs.

Excuse me, sir?

Got to remember, this
party is not about celebrities

or finance guys. Who
are we doing this for?

NYPD officers who've been
injured in the line of duty.

Gosh.

I am so sorry. I'm so

a ramp to the stage.
Of course. How could I...

I can't believe my oversight... I...

Vivian. Viv. You've done great.

And you have until the weekend

to make it right. Can you do that?

Of course, sir. I'm on it.

Vivian?

How's your daughter?

The specialist you sent
her to was a lifesaver.

She just got a clean bill of health.

Thank you so much. For everything.

It's my privilege.

What?

It's not just that
everything went sideways

when red joined. I-I
don't have a good feeling.

Feeling? I'm... I'm sorry,
did you just say "feeling?"

Let me finish.

I don't fucking care about
your feelings, Charley.

I saw gareth attack red, and so did you.

We should be thanking him,
not questioning his loyalty.

He's elusive, secretive... okay. Okay.

What is this big theory, Charley?

That he infiltrated our group

the one we invited him to

murdered lowell, got Mia arrested

and orchestrated the fight with gareth

that nearly got him killed?
Is that your big theory?

I don't have a theory. That's the problem.

I don't know enough about him.

I'm worried I might
have missed something.

You didn't know enough
about gareth either,

that he thought he was
some kind of apex predator.

I don't buy it.

He was always off.

Yeah. He... The whole
grandiose, arrogant incel thing.

So, why this year?

There's no logic to a guy like gareth.

See, you don't understand
these people like I do.

You say you have a feeling about red?

Well, so do I.

I've gotten to know him and I trust him.

You need to trust me
and let me do my job.

I'm sorry, what... What
is that again, exactly?

To keep you safe.

Then do your job.

So, the outside of the
boat is called the hull.

It's everything from the
deck to the bottom of the boat.

The bottom of the boat is called the keel.

It's-it's sort of like the
backbone of the boat.

- It gives it stability.
- No wonder

he always wants to spend
time with you, you spoil him.

Well, kids should be spoiled.

Thanks for watching him today.

Has there been any movement
on the landlord situation?

So, vinny won't even
turn the heat back on,

so forget about the mold.

- God.
- I thought I could

wait him out, stay at the hotel,

withhold rent. But there's...

The empire's booked solid this weekend.

All those people coming in for that gala.

There's no rooms. I have no
idea where we're gonna stay.

Shit.

My... you're gonna have to
find somewhere to stay, too.

No, I'm not worried about that, I...

I ju-i just feel really shitty.

It's just, the-the confrontation
with your landlord...

I feel like it's my fault.

It is not your fault.

Stop that.

He wasn't gonna listen to anyone.

Where are we... is that yours?

- Yeah.
- Way over there?

Pretty far-travelling boat.

- Yes.
- Yeah.

A family-owned salon.

Perfect.

I don't have time to gather pictures

of al's victims

but he'll know why he's here.

Guess the responsibility

of killing everyone in prater's group

is falling directly on my...

How am I gonna get al on this table?

Dexter's been in the same
location for over an hour.

49th and 6th.

Not his usual rideshare route.

No Cuban restaurants.

Why?

The gala this weekend.

You're going, too. I sent in your rsvp.

I will not be attending, thank you.

Chief's orders.

Leon prater's donated a
brinks truck full of money

to the force over the years,

and if he wants to parade
homicide on stage for a night,

that's what's gonna happen.

I am too busy for any of this.

Doing what, exactly?

Your left jacket sleeve is slightly shorter

than your right.

Son of a bitch.

3:05 P.M., just arrived.

49th and 6th. Midtown.

He's been here for over an hour.

There's a salon,
laundromat, office buildings.

Where's Dexter's car?

Damn it.

What was Dexter doing here?

Shoot. Sorry.

You okay?

- Yeah.
- I'm off my game today.

It's been a week.

Is this when I'm supposed to ask

how she's doing since
her grandmother died?

I'm sure it's been tough
since your grandma...

No, it's not even that.

My fiancé Sam... he got
into Berkeley this week.

His dream business school.

Congratulations.

Right? That would be
nice if my dad said that.

- He didn't...
- No. We came over to tell him

and my mom the good news,

and he was such an... asshole.

Said the school was for leftist commies.

Which, by the way, is insane.

We're talking about business school.

It doesn't get more capitalist than...

Anyway, there's no reasoning with him.

Must be... hard.

Look, I get he's upset. He lost his mom,

and now he'll be losing
me to California. But what?

Does he expect me to live
walking distance from him

my entire life?

I'm 27 years old, for god's sake.

Sorry. I didn't mean to... It's okay.

But seriously, are you
like that with Harrison?

Never let him out of your sight?

No.

And he's a teenager.

You would have way more of an excuse.

Yeah, maybe, but...
Blessing losing his mom,

considering how she saved
him when he was a child.

I know.

I guess I should be more
understanding or whatever.

I'm sure

I can't even imagine
what their bond was like,

fleeing Sierra Leone
when he was just a kid.

Yeah, being a child soldier.

That must have been...
what are you talking about?

You didn't...

He was a child soldier?

He didn't want to be. He was kidnapped.

By a warlord.

My god.

- Oops.
- So, he told you all of this

in the two weeks you've known him?

I... I'm sorry. I... I can't. I...

- I-I need to go.
- Okay.

- I didn't know you...
- how could you?

Why would you ever
think he would tell you

something he didn't even tell his own...

Way to go, Dex.

Should I have clarified
he only killed one person?

I think you've done enough.

Besides, you have other
business to attend to.

Business is looking up.

In a few short hours, I'll nab
al on his way from Hamilton.

There's room for him right... here.

My shoulder's feeling better.

I can get him on my table.

And then, prater's kill club
will be officially disbanded.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, dad.

I fucked up.

- You okay?
- I'm fine. I just...

I need your advice on something.

Are you free to meet up?

One sec.

Keeping my killing life separate

from my personal life is
difficult when my personal life

keeps calling, asking for help.

Can you meet me in the theater district?

Theater district?

The situation's gotten so bad,

if she doesn't figure
something out by this weekend,

she and her son, Dante... they'll...

They'll basically be homeless.

I swear, I think it's all 'cause
I opened my stupid mouth.

I can relate.

Really?

Yeah, I said something

to blessing's daughter I shouldn't have.

Thought it was a "me" thing

to misread a situation like that.

Or maybe it's a human thing?

Guess it runs in our family.

Hey, this landlord, vinny.

- Yeah?
- Maybe I could

talk to him. I can be persuasive.

Persuasive?

How? I-I don't want you to...

No, of course, not that.
He may be an asshole,

but that doesn't make him code-worthy.

- Right.
- But maybe the complaints would be taken

more seriously coming from me?

You know, former law enforcement.

I know the lingo.

Yeah. Yeah, that... that could work.

It's worth a try.

Thank you.

Your appetite's returned.

I guess I've just

been feeling really guilty about Elsa.

That's a good thing.

Hey, I'm pretty tired. You
mind if I grab the check?

Yeah, sure.

Time to feed my own appetite.

While al learns about
Hamilton the statesman,

I can learn about vinny the landlord.

Guys like vinny will never
respond to the anguish

of people they exploit.

They require outside influence.

Vinny's transgressions are more serious

than Harrison thought.

Add to that the pain
inflicted on young Dante,

and who knows how many
tenants he's thrown out

on the streets in the middle
of a lethal New York winter?

No, Dexter. You're reaching.

Vinny doesn't fit the code.

You're supposed to be

disentangling your family
life from your killing life,

not re-entangling it.

Focus on the theatre buff at hand.

I am, but I also need to help Harrison.

Vinny fitting the code would
really streamline things.

Dex.

Great to see it again. "I'm
not gonna miss my shot"

is gonna be in my head all week.

The king was really funny.

Where are you, big guy?

That was such a great show.

Rapunzel, rapunzel,
where the fuck are you?

I am s... I'm so sorry, red. I...

I texted prater and I
totally forgot to call you.

- I'm sorry, buddy.
- What's up?

What's up? Hamilton...
not what I signed up for.

Y-You know it's a rap show?

I couldn't understand
a damn word they said.

Total waste of money.

I took off at intermission.

You took off?

Yep, I am driving
through hoboken right now.

I should be, home by tomorrow night.

Aw.

I was really looking
forward to getting together

one last time. How about
I meet you out that way?

Aw, you know, I got to
get home to the little lady.

You know, babies
don't make themselves.

Am I right?

But hey, you know what?
I'll... I'll see you next year,

if prater keeps this tradition going,

if this year's murders
didn't mess it all up.

Okay. Well, maybe I'll
look you up in Wisconsin

if I'm ever in that neck of the woods.

What area are you in, anyway?

Pal, I try to keep the
prater world separate

from my family life.

You understand.

I do.

Well, listen, red, I'm gonna bid you adieu.

Take care of yourself, okay, pal?

It kills me to let al go free.

For now.

My dark passenger anticipated
having al on my table.

Now what?

Did you find a place for
prudence's cat figurine?

You bet. I think about
her every time I see him.

Or her. It.

That's nice.

I was wondering,

what would happen
if a tenant found mold

in one of your units?

What? Where, downstairs?

No, it's not in my apartment.
I'm asking for a friend.

- Really.
- Thank god.

I mean, that's terrible
to hear about your friend,

but mold is serious business.

There's laws with this. Let me get you

the tenant-landlord handbook.

It lays out New York state law.

- Hi, blessing.
- Found it.

Hi, honey.

Here you go.

Dexter.

Can I talk to you for one minute?

Sure.

Do you want to sit?

Why would you do this to me?!

Joy called me.

I was out driving. She
could barely speak,

she was crying.

She hung up before I could even...

How could you tell her about my past?!

She's never going to
look at me the same.

She thinks I'm a monster.

I really don't believe she thinks that.

Of course she does.

How could she not?

You'd be surprised what
your kids can handle.

Really, Dexter?

Just imagine if Harrison
knew you had killed a person.

Just one?

I don't understand
why you did this to me.

I was very clear.

That part of my life was
always to remain separate.

I never wanted to
bring that into my home.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

You betrayed me.

Look how upset you are.

I was trying to help him.

His relationship with his daughter.

Helping heal relationships.

New Lane for you, Dex.

Usually, you're in the
business of ending them.

- This is why I don't do friends.
- Honestly,

you've been irritable
ever since al got away.

Is this your version of hangry?

Go away, dad.

How long until vinny can see me?

I've been waiting almost two hours.

I'm sorry, but he's finalizing a big deal

on a new apartment building in Harlem.

Great, more lives ruined.

I can check if he's almost done.

Thanks.

Mr. Valente?

That asshole's still out there?

Tell him to come back tomorrow.

I'm going to lunch.

I'm sorry,

but his call ran long
and he's late for a lunch.

Is there a day next week that works

for you to come back? Excuse
me, you can't go in there.

Excuse me, sir.

- The hell is this?
- I need to speak to you

about an issue in one of your buildings.

I'm sorry. Are you with the city?

- No.
- Are you a lawyer?

Nope.

Then get the fuck out of my office!

Fuck, lyanne! What the fuck?

I'm not running a fucking circus here!

I'm sorry, sir, I told him
he couldn't go in there.

Do your fucking job!

Harrison showed incredible restraint

not killing this guy.

Hope I can be like my son.

So unless you have any other questions,

we've come to the end of our tour.

This is the admissions building here,

if you want any more specifics

about the application process, or...

I hope I see some of
you on campus next fall.

- Thank you, gigi.
- Cool, thanks.

Look who comes crawling back.

I just stopped by the financial aid office

and I'm officially applying.

What?

- That's amazing.
- I'm really excited.

So, you told them I gave you the tour?

- What?
- I get a commission when you apply.

Wait, really?

No, I'm totally fucking with you.

You suck.

Aw, it's gonna be so much
fun having you around.

Would you maybe

you want to hang out sometime?

How about tonight?

Tonight?

You like to dance?

I can get us into a pretty cool spot.

What the...

God, I love New York.

Turns out there was a silver lining

to al skipping town.

Now I have a place to take
the slumlord king of New York.

Guess it's true when one
door closes, another opens

into a fully prepped kill room.

You all right?

Yeah.

What is it?

My dream of becoming a
detective is... Not happening.

The nerve damage, it's... It's permanent.

So I would never make
it through the academy.

I'm really sorry.

I don't want to give up
on everything, you know?

You don't have to.

My dad was a forensic
blood spatter analyst in Miami.

He put away a ton of criminals

without ever wearing a police uniform.

Even if you don't end
up being a detective,

there's still options in law enforcement.

Thanks.

I appreciate that.

It's true.

You know, with this nerve damage,

my fingers keep locking up.

It's weird because I
only injured the one arm,

but it's happening on both hands now.

You good?

Shut... up.

What the fuck? What
the fuck? Who are you?

What are you doing?
Don't kill me, please!

Don't kill me! Don't kill
me, don't kill me! No, no!

I'm here for your tenants.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait,
- this is the end of you

- ignoring their pleas.
- Wait, wait!

Is this about the devances? Or Sheila?

Elsa? The Johnson
family? Please... what the f

it's because of all of them!

Especially the ones who can't breathe

because of the mold in your apartments.

Imagine how that feels.

Not knowing when or if

you'll be able to take your last breath.

The panic rising.

He's back at the same location.

What the hell is he doing?

Sometimes I think it's easier for a person

to die than change.

Do you think you can change?

If you don't start doing
right by your tenants

I'll be disappointed.

And you don't want to disappoint me.

Time for vinny to become
someone else's problem.

He's gonna kill me!

- Where's Dexter?
- Out of my way, you cocksucker!

Wait!

Shit.

Goddamn it.

What the fuck?

Detective Wallace, homicide.

Detective Wallace, captain Batista.

I've found the proof
that I was looking for.

That the bay harbor butcher is still active,

still killing.

Proof? Of the bay harbor butcher?

That's right.

What proof?

Let me forward you the address

and you can come see for yourself.

How the hell did Batista find me?

I'm putting an end to this.

So, this is his kill room. It's fresh.

I got here before he could take it down.

- Where is the body?
- No, no,

I-I got here in the Nick of time.

I stopped him from killing him.

You fought Mr. Morgan? Where is he?

No, no. There was a
man. A big motherfucker.

He was covered in plastic.

Did you free him?

No. Dexter must have freed him.

Why would the bay
harbor butcher do that?

He must have heard me break in.

- You broke in?
- And you saw him?

No.

But I heard his car.

But you didn't see it.

- Or him.
- No, he drove away.

I... I didn't see him.

But I was this close.

I do not understand.

Okay, the man wrapped in plastic

on the table... he ran away.

He was so terrified
that he ran right over me.

But he was here.

And why did he run away?

Because he was scared
of the bay harbor butcher.

The man who ran... the would-be victim

did you get his name?

- Identification?
- It all

happened so fast, you know, I...

I made sure to call you.

I can describe him.

He's big, thick.

Black hair. Italian, maybe.

Big, thick Italian guy.

Sounds like half the cops we work with.

How did you find this place?

I put a tracker in Dexter Morgan's car.

- You had a warrant.
- Well... It was just airpods.

I left my airpods in his car,
so I ended up using them

- to track him.
- You broke into his car?

No, he gave me a
ride from his apartment.

It's a long story.

Look at this.

Shit.

It was... it was following...

Look, I'm not lying.

Dexter must have found it.
He must have destroyed it.

He's smart.

Finds himself out of everything.

Listen to this.

3:05 P.M., just arrived.

49th and 6th. Midtown.

He's been here for over an hour.

There's a salon,
laundromat, office buildings.

Why are you looking at me like that?

How are we looking at you?

What, you think I put
up all this plastic myself?

Strange that you should say that,

is it not, captain Batista?

What?

I just always pictured my first time

was gonna be at a fancy hotel.

Your... your first...
you're... Fucking with me.

You're finally catching on.

Guess your warning to Batista

to get out of town didn't work so well.

He's out there somewhere.

- I can feel it.
- Dex,

you were supposed to
be getting under his skin,

not letting him get under yours.

He could be heading here with NYPD.

Vinny never even saw your face.

You didn't leave any
prints behind, no DNA.

You didn't even kill
anyone, which would have

really screwed you, by
the way, so good going.

I was never gonna kill him.

Well, lucky for you, al skipped town,

'cause you were definitely gonna kill him.

He could have bugged the place.

Dex, he used airpods to follow you.

A high-tech,
department-supported investigation,

this is not.

He's acting alone.

Still, he won't let it go.
He's never gonna give up.

Not until... Until he's got you behind bars.

What am I supposed to do with that?

You could stop killing.

Miami Metro homicide.

- Lieutenant Quinn speaking.
- Transferring

- a call from the NYPD.
- Hello.

This is detective
claudette Wallace, NYPD,

calling to check on the
status of one of your cases.

And that would be?

The bay harbor butcher.

Hello?

Sorry, did you say the
bay harbor butcher?

Correct.

Yeah, that case has
been closed for years.

I met your captain,

angel Batista, who is actively pursuing it.

- What?
- Is this a poor connection?

- I said your captain...
- yeah, no, no, no, he...

He's not our ca... I
mean, he was our captain,

but he retired.

He up and quit out of
nowhere. It was crazy.

- Angel Batista?
- Yeah. Look,

he's a really good guy, he is, but, he's...

He is no longer an active
law enforcement officer.

No.

And I don't know what the
fuck he's doing in New York.

You should have seen
how happy she was.

Dante's gonna be okay now,
there's no more stress about

where they're gonna have to live.

I... seriously, dad.

Thank you so much.

Sounds like he listened.

What did you say to him?

I think I said something like,

"you got to realize your
actions have consequences

for the people around you."

You scared him, didn't you?

I'm just glad he's taking care of the mold.

Hopefully, he'll be a better
landlord from here on out.

What?

You say I have a thing for justice.

I think you do, too, dad.

Maybe.

By the way, would it be cool if I, maybe,

spent the weekend at your place?

Red, I didn't know you have a son.