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Why?

A reception this weekend.

The left sleeve of the jacket is slightly shorter than the right.

Damn.

My friend needs waiters.

In what area?

In Leon Prator's mansion.

This one... my son, you asshole.

Of course. Room service.

Charlie came to see me at work.

She's getting close to your son.

It's time I paid Charlie an unexpected visit myself.

She's taking care of her mother.

Did you kill my mom?

I'm not like that.

Leave my son alone.

I need to talk to Mr. Leon Prator.

How do you know this guy?

You mean Mr. Schmidt?

No, this is Dexter Morgan.

We worked together in the Miami homicide division.

Given the circumstances, we'll hold the meeting in the vault.

Dexter Morgan.

Keep it together. No stupid stuff.

I know exactly who you are.

And I like it.

I have extensive dossiers on serial killers all over the world.

What will happen to Angel?

This... is the price of your entry.

Goodbye, cooperation.

Dexter Morgan.

Screw you.

That was incredible.

You meant to say stupid. Damn stupid.

I killed him.

You killed a cop.

For years I've put up with these psychos and gotten rid of them easily for you.

But I didn't sign up for this.

Yeah, I know, it got out of hand.

Are you not listening? You killed a cop.

Before all the cops in the city arrive at your reception.

I'll deal with them.

Just like everything in there, it will sort itself out.

You're just going to leave him in there?

What's the alternative? Let him out?

Introduce him to the police commissioner? Ask him to dance?

Okay. I get it.

Yeah.

Remember the rule of threes.

3 minutes without oxygen, 3 days without water, 3 weeks without food.

There's enough oxygen.

So, three days.

He'll be okay, right? Or will he die in there?

I'm needed downstairs.

Wait here and guard the vault.

There's a first aid kit in the dresser. Treat your wound. I need you in top shape.

Damn.

Angel was killed with this gun. I need to wipe the prints.

There must be another way out.

I definitely wasn't planning on dying.

And I won't let Batista die either.

Rest in peace, Angel. You were a good cop. And an even better person.

Oops, you did it again.

That happens when you pretend to be someone else.

I told Angel to go home.

Batista couldn't leave.

For 20 years, he considered you his best friend.

And for another 10 years, he mourned your death, only to find out you're a freaking killer. And you didn't give a damn about him.

Then why does his death hurt my heart so much?

You're still listening to your fake father instead of your own brother. By blood.

I offered you a life with someone who understands you. And you killed me.

Then you had a second chance with Prator's club.

And you blew that one too. For what? For people like Batista? Your so-called friend who, before he died, said, "Screw you."

I'm glad I killed you when I had the chance.

Dexter: Resurrection.

...and justice for all.

Three days, huh?

If I locked the Bay Harbor Butcher in a room with a weapon, I wouldn't open the door in a million years.

And if you don't want to start slicing sashimi out of Batista, you'll die here.

And your shriveled, emaciated corpse will become Prator's greatest trophy.

I'm not dying in here.

Quinn.

Damn.

Shit.

I'll have to unlock his phone.

Sorry, bro.

Hey, Angel.

A detective from New York called me.

What the hell are you doing there?

Come home. I'm worried about you.

And listen, I'm calling because I can't stand your replacement.

He pisses me off.

I miss him.

But there's only one person I can call.

You came here to protect your son.

You want to drag him into the lion's den?

I promised I'd protect Harrison. If I die here, I can't do that.

Are you trying to be a good father or just unafraid of dying?

Maybe both.

Damn, I'll answer.

Batista.

Who is Batista?

A guy who won't leave me alone, as you can see.

Hey, idiot. Harrison can't talk. His mouth is busy with me.

Oh, okay.

Your father wants to talk.

Hey Dad, what's going on?

Sorry, but I need your help.

Why are you calling from Batista's phone?

Prator knows who I am. Dad, stop.

Why are you calling from Batista's phone?

Last time you called from a cop's phone... -Yeah, Logan, I know.

Harrison, listen to me.

Prator killed Batista, and I'm next.

Shit.

What can I do?

Damn it.

Hey Harrison, how's it going?

Is your offer still good? -Oh, you decided to work after all.

Yeah, just picking up some supplies. I'll text you the address.

Excellent.

What is this?

Prator's files on all the serial killers.

Maybe the vault code is here too.

Somewhere.

Molly Cooper.

You think Prator left a sticky note that says "Vault Code"?

I'll figure it out.

It's an eight-digit number.

You get one try.

If someone enters the wrong code just once...

Charlotte Brown.

Wait, Charlotte?

Charlie Brown.

So that's why she's so grumpy.

Prator likes to keep an eye on his employees.

Prator likes to keep an eye on everyone.

What if you're remembered as the Dark Passenger?

Yeah.

We need to destroy all the files if we get out.

He definitely wrote it down somewhere.

Cooper Morris.

Prator talked about him. He killed his parents.

And others.

Or Prator didn't write down the code because he never forgets it.

Today's date.

Prator is holding the reception on the anniversary of his parents' death.

When Cooper Morris killed Prator's parents, his life changed that night.

An important date for a code, right?

If the alarm goes off, cops will storm in.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

I'm betting my life.

And Harrison's life?

Attention, waiters. Behind these curtains are the most influential people in New York.

Wine glasses must always be full, plates cleared immediately. Always be ready.

Got it? -Yes.

Be attentive, observant, and don't be silent.

Okay. -Okay.

I'm inside.

Excellent.

Get me a better view.

Alright guys, let's go. What are we waiting for? Get to work, quickly.

Yes, we need to work.

Okay.

Where should I go? -The penthouse in the east wing of the mansion.

Got it.

Claudette.

Wow. You look so...

That color really suits you.

The sleeves are different lengths.

Where to now?

I only see champagne.

Damn.

Should I go up the stairs?

No, you can't get to the penthouse that way.

Over there. What's that door?

Service kitchen.

Go there.

Keep an eye out for Prator and Charlie. If they see you, they'll know something's up.

I work with rich people all the time. They never notice the help.

Excuse me. -That's right, that's right. Leon, have you seen the silent auction item for a charter on your yacht? We just brought it back from St. Barts, Mr. Mayor.

Chelsea Piers, right? How is it there?

I could tell you a lot about Chelsea Piers. -I think so too. -Damn.

I think that's it.

Don't get caught.

To your left, past that security guard. That's the staircase.

Damn it.

Harrison, get out.

Where are you going?

I was actually looking for you.

One of your waiters is really high.

He could become a problem out front.

Show me.

He's right... over there.

Thanks for the warning.

Good move, son.

Yeah, remind me to schedule a meeting with Lance before the wine.

How many of you are here?

Welcome, everyone.

To my favorite night of the year.

The 10th annual gala in honor of New York's finest.

The penthouse is five floors up. Does the staircase go that high?

Yeah.

This is the fifth.

And that goes to the roof.

I think I'm here.

It's locked.

Do you have something to open it with?

Can you pick the lock like I showed you in Iron Lake?

It's not working.

Harrison Morgan. Too much trouble for a man you barely know.

Have a seat.

Dad, what do I do? -Give me Charlie's phone.

My dad wants to talk to you.

Ah, Charlie Brown, glad to see you.

I need you to open the vault.

As tempting as that sounds, I'd rather leave the Butcher of Bay Harbor securely locked up.

Yeah, I kind of expected that.

What's that?

A little find from your boss's secret filing cabinet. With a timestamp right before Mia's tragic suicide. There's a whole file on you. Documents, phone logs, surveillance photos.

Looks like Prator has been documenting your dirty work for a long time.

That bastard.

The thing is, Charlie, there are a lot of cops downstairs.

You'd be surprised how many of them have AirDrop open for everyone.

It would only take me a second.

And if you go to jail, who will take care of your mom?

That's the deal.

I destroy everything, including the copies I made on Batista's phone.

You just need to let Harrison go and open the vault.

You won't see or hear from us again.

You'll leave my mom alive.

Alright, here's how it's going to be.

I let your son go, and then I leave. And you will die in there.

Publish these files earlier, and... well, you know how good I am at finding people. In a month, a year, two years... I'll kill your son, after torturing him first.

Just look at my file, and you'll see what I'm capable of.

And now, if you'll excuse me...

I have unfinished business with my former employer.

You too... should leave.

There's nothing good there.

Harrison, are you still on the line?

Yeah, I'm here.

The battery is dying.

Switch to audio only.

I'm pretty sure I have the vault code. Go through the wine room.

There's a keypad on the wall by the door.

But we only have one try.

If I'm wrong, the alarm will go off.

Then you need to get out of there before a hundred cops rush up the stairs.

No pressure.

Harrison, you don't have to do this. You can leave right now. I'll understand.

Just tell me the code, Dad.

0... 3... 2... 6... 1... 9... 8... Wait, hold on. -What?

This might not be the code.

You need to start over.

Are you sure? You just told me...

Your self-doubt isn't very confidence-inspiring.

Wipe everything. Start over.

Ready?

Yeah.

8... 2... 6... 6... 1... 9... 3... 4.

Got it all?

Okay.

Shit.

Dad?

Dad?

Shit.

Dad? Are you telling me to...

You did great.

What is this place, for God's sake?

Wait here. I'll grab a couple of things. Don't let the door slam shut.

Son.

You better stop while you're ahead.

I want this.

First, we need to deal with Prator.

I'll deal with him. But right above the gala, swarming with cops, is not the time. I need to control everything.

This is mine.

Thanks for the bag, Sal.

Let's go.

Tell me we're getting out of here.

What's wrong?

Shit.

Dad. -I forgot something in the vault.

What exactly?

A fake thumbprint.

Add it to the list of things you'll explain to me later.

It's my only way out, but you can escape the same way.

Through the gala? Are you crazy?

Like you said, nobody notices the help.

No, I'm not leaving you.

Charlie might tell Prator you're upstairs right now.

I won't let you wait around to see what he does.

I need to know you're safe.

I'll be fine.

Harrison.

If something happens, I want you to know, I'm really glad you didn't kill me.

Me too.

LP, hey. Great party.

Yeah. Listen, when can I get you for a photo with the officers?

Viv, put it on the schedule.

Okay, wait a second, I'll be right back.

Let's go to my office. -This will do.

What's going on? You weren't supposed to come down.

You talk as if I still work for you, but I quit. I'm not covering for you anymore.

You're not going anywhere.

Why?

Because you have a file with compromising photos of me? Was it not enough for you to hold my mother's health hostage? You had to own me.

How do you know about the file?

Where is that damn print?

I'm disappearing.

You'll continue to pay for my mother's treatment, and all our secrets will remain secrets.

Or... we'll have a scorched earth situation.

It's your call.

Goodbye, Leon.

Well then, let's take this evening to a new level.

Is everyone having a good time?

Yeah!

Cell.

Alright.

Looks like someone needs to open a few more bottles.

But let's not forget...

this gala isn't about champagne and caviar.

It's about raising funds.

To help the brave officers injured in the line of duty.

So tonight, I'll double every donation made before 9 PM.

Starting with my first contribution of a million dollars.

That makes it 2 million already.

Yes!

I don't want to hog the spotlight all night.

So please welcome my co-conspirator in tonight's proceedings, New York Police Commissioner Franklin McNamara.

Come on up.

Great. -Uh-huh. -Yeah, of course.

So, uh... I couldn't be... Mr. Prator, can you put all the cameras on the north exit of the ballroom, inside and out?

Turn off all the cameras.

Sir, are you sure you want to... -Do it.

Give me your weapon.

Give me your weapon.

Hello, Harrison Morgan.

Please, come down the stairs now.

Thank you.

Prator has plenty of expensive toys, but I'll never be one of them.

I almost made it out. Where are you?

Why don't you come back up?

Trust me, you don't want to miss this party.

Where's my son?

He's alive.

Answer me.

Where...

is my son?

Tell your dad where you are.

We're in the wine room.

Harrison. -Bye, Dad.

It would have been much easier if I didn't care. Isn't this the price of love?

Get that bitch.

I'm glad you could join us.

We each have dirt on the other.

Let my son go, and you'll never see me again.

That's not necessary.

Actually... it is.

I've always admired people like you.

But tonight, I finally felt what it's like to be you. And it was amazing.

So thank you.

For giving me, as you put it, the... itch... the need... the strong craving... The urge. -The urge, yes. The urge, right.

Right.

I finally experienced it.

My heart is bursting from my chest at the mere thought.

Maybe this was always my destiny.

But if you hadn't pushed me, I would have never known.

That's why I'm so proud that you'll be a witness to my first... true... non-impulsive murder.

There's a price for love.

This is the ultimate price.

If this is your big show, there's a better way.

You could do better.

Kill me.

And you'll become the greatest predator.

The best of the best.

The one who defeated the Bay Harbor Butcher.

Kill me and make Harrison live with the consequences, just like the man who killed your parents did to you.

No, but I can't leave a witness, like Cooper Morris.

I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.

If you stay the night, you'll need protection.

No one else will ask me to shoot you.

What are we going to do?

There's no "we." You're leaving. Right now.

Claudette is still in the ballroom.

If she sees one of us and finds Batista, it'll be bad.

Here, take this.

Go down the fire escape and through the garage.

How will you get out?

On the fire escapes.

Okay.

No... No!

Help! Over here!

What is it? You like it here.

Please, don't kill me. I'm begging you.

Oh god, oh god...

Quiet, don't be so afraid.

You said it yourself, death is a natural, necessary part of life.

I'll give you anything you want.

You'll be swimming in luxury.

I'll pass.

What about your son?

Don't you want Harrison to go to a good college?

I'll give you so much money, your grandkids will be set.

Don't you dare say my son's name.

Okay, okay. Goodness.

None of this would have happened if you had just killed that cop.

Sorry to disappoint, but I don't kill good people.

A serial killer with a conscience?

A code.

Given to me by my father.

He understood that my childhood predetermined my destiny.

Just like your childhood made you who you are.

But my father was a firm believer in justice.

He taught me to kill bad people.

That's why I was so intrigued when I found Red's invitation to your dinner.

A smorgasbord of killers to suit every taste.

To feed my urges.

But then I got here.

Surrounded by like-minded people.

It was an intoxicating feeling.

That's what I always dreamed of.

I know.

A place for people like you, where they can be themselves.

We all want to be our true selves.

Yeah, I listened to El, Lola, Mia, and Gareth.

They were so open and free, boasting about their kills with a sense of...

It was a real revelation.

I knew you'd like it. I knew it.

But...

Then I realized all their victims were innocent people.

And we weren't so like-minded after all.

Place your bets on sports!

[music playing]

The moment is now!

The team is moving forward!

Victory will come!

Leave your story behind.

Your team, your success.

1xBet, this is your victory!

Your offer is tempting.

A chance to give my son wealth instead of the trauma of several generations.

But here, I learned something about myself.

Perhaps the pursuit of justice runs in our family.

So it's not about the thrill of the kill itself?

Right. It's both.

Excellent. Smile wider, this concerns everyone.

I prefer not to smile without a visible reason.

I know.

How much longer do I have to be here?

We have to wait for Prator.

He'll be here soon.

Where is he? I don't see him.

Mayor Thompson, would you do us the honor of announcing the results of the fundraiser?

I thought Leon was doing that. He's still not here?

I'm going home.

Please, stay on stage. There will be an important announcement soon.

Good evening, everyone.

Please, look at the time.

It's almost time to announce the results.

So... five... four... three... two... one!

With the generous donation from Leon Prator, we've raised $22.8 million!

Leon, where are you?

Leon! Leon! Leon! Leon!

Quiet, you hear that?

Leon!

Leon!

Enjoy it while you can.

Because when you disappear, you'll be remembered as the killer cop who hunted serial killers.

No!

I won't be your trophy.

No. You won't be.

Oh God.

Oh my God.

I knew I could convince you.

No one turns down that kind of money.

No one.

Wow.

No.

I'm still going to kill you.

But you said that...

I keep trophies as memories.

And I don't want to remember you.

Well, now I can definitely go home. I value my time and want to get some sleep.

I'll walk you out. -No need.

I can get there myself. Thanks.

What's the matter?

Will you join me, or are you just going to stand there and watch?

[thud]

Goodbye.

This time for good.

Looks like this private yacht is looking for a new owner.

[alarm blares]

It's the penthouse alarm.

Davis, with me!

Over here.

Search everywhere.

Tony, turn off the alarm.

Over there.

What is this place, for God's sake?

We need to report this.

There's no one to report to. We're all here.

We've got a body here.

And a gun.

Good God.

Returning to the water is a kind of resurrection.

But this time, it's different.

Harry gave me a code so I wouldn't get caught, so I could control my urges.

Still no sign of Prator?

No.

Well, guess whose prints are on the gun.

Freeze!

That belonged to Captain Batista.

Claudette.

Come here.

Look at this.

Don Franklin, New York's Ripper.

But my urges are changing.

When I rose from the dead, I thought I was doomed to a lonely existence.

What's happening?

We're getting out of this hellhole.

What? Where are we going?

Home.

Home?

We're going back to Amherst.

I bought the house where you raised me.

What about your job? Your students?

We have a lot to discuss.

But maybe I wasn't made for solitude.

I need people like Blessing and his family.

As El said, even someone like me needs company.

Harry taught me to lean on Deb.

But she's gone now.

I miss her.

But I have Harrison.

I'm his support.

And when my dark urges flare up, I can rely on him.

I'll become more human.

More grounded.

I will always remember why I do what I do.

I used to dream of being different.

Normal.

To live without the Dark Passenger.

But who am I kidding?

This is the real me.

This is my nature.

I am Dexter Morgan.

I am who I'm meant to be.

And just how you want to see me.