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Previously on Dexter...

For the official record,

this Captain Angel Batista.

I am collecting evidence

to prove that my that my
former colleague Dexter Morgan

is, in fact, the Bay Harbor Butcher.

Stay away from me and my son.

You think I'm just gonna back off?

It's not just
that everything went sideways

when Red joined.

I-I don't have a good feeling.

What is this big theory, Charley?

That he infiltrated our group...

Ronald Schmidt.

He prefers "Red."

... murdered Lowell...

got Mia arrested...

and orchestrated the fight

with Gareth that nearly got him killed?

I know your secret. You're a twin.

Is that your big theory?

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

- Then do your job.
- Hello, future students.

I will be your tour
guide this afternoon.

- I'm Gigi.
- You want to hang out sometime?

How about tonight?

We found black mold
in his bedroom closet.

The landlord's ignoring my calls.

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

I was trying to
help Elsa, talk some sense into

her asshole landlord.

Maybe I could talk to him.

I can be persuasive.

What the fuck? Don't kill me!

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

Out of my way, you cocksucker!

This is his kill room. It's fresh.

I got here before he could take it down.

Look, I'm not lying.

Dexter, he's smart.

Finds himself out of everything.

Miami Metro Homicide.
Lieutenant Quinn speaking.

I met your captain. Angel Batista.

He was our captain, but he retired.

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

Seriously, Dad, thank you so much.

Red.

I didn't know you have a son.

No matter how hard I try to keep

my family life separate
from my darker needs,

the two just keep on colliding.

Leon Prater.

Um, yeah, I know.

Uh, how do you two know each other?

UrCar. Isn't that right, Red?

Yeah, I gave him a ride.
We just kind of hit it off.

That-that's crazy.

I-I've watched every single
one of your TED Talks.

I especially love the one about

investing your life in
the things you love...

- Mm.
- ... not the things you need.

The story of Prater's life.

That simple epiphany changed who I am.

But Red didn't say he had a son in town.

What do you do? Are you in school?

Uh, no. Uh, um...

I've-I've got day job
at the Empire Hotel.

Just-just a bellhop.

But, uh, I'm actually planning on...

Yeah, he's got big dreams, this kid.

Hey, Leon.

Mind if we have a word? Outside?

Of course, Red.

But let's make sure you and, uh, I...

I-I... I didn't get your name.

- Harrison.
- Harrison.

Another step closer to the truth

about who I really am.

You guys should come over to my place

after this gala is behind me,

and, uh, we can get to know each other.

- I-I would love that.
- Great.

I prefer it when my nemesis

doesn't have a henchman.

Or is it "henchperson"?

So, you're having me followed now?

Now, Red, I do not like surprises.

By the time someone has been
invited into my inner circle,

I usually know all about them,

but you are full of surprises.

Oh, you have no idea.

You quit your IT job, you
moved from your apartment

without informing me.

Now I find out you have a son.

You fucking stay away from my son.

Whoa. Of course.

Wow. I would never get
between a father and son.

But I have to ask you...

does Harrison know who you really are?

What do you think?

I'm-I'm not sure about
anything with you, Red.

But you have my word,

I will not blow your
cover with Harrison.

Honestly, it's Charley
who is a bit concerned.

She has this bug up her
ass that you were the reason

why things have gone wrong lately.

You think I'm that stupid?

If I'd wanted to fuck
with your little gathering,

you never would've seen me coming.

I understand.

But you have to learn to trust me, Red.

Hmph.

I've shared more of my
personal history with you

than I have with anyone,

serial killer or not.

I don't know, you just have this...

way about you that's
unlike the others...

yet you live in a shroud of secrecy.

I would like to schedule a
time for us to get together.

I want you to tell me
about your personal history.

I want to know about your
childhood, your parents.

Why you do what you do.

Call me curious.

And if you open up to me,

maybe I won't feel the need
to have you followed, will I?

Okay.

But again, my son is off-limits.

Trust...

goes both ways.

You don't know how happy
you've made me, Red.

You're part of my world now.

Part of his world?

Bullshit.

I'm not part of his world.

And neither is my son.

Okay, you-you did not tell
me you know Leon Prater.

He's-he's got, like, a
nickname for you? Red?

Come on. We're leaving.

But we're not finished.

We need our bill.

Oh, Mr. Prater already took care of it,

and he paid for a bottle
of dessert wine, too.

- It's very expensive.
- Don't want it.

- Come on.
- What... Hey.

What is going on? What are you doing?

I don't understand.

You have to trust me.

I don't understand.

Why are you acting like this?

Is this, is this about Leon Prater?

Did he threaten you?

♪ You can swim the sea... ♪

Seriously, what the fuck going on?

You promised no more secrets.

Prater isn't what he seems to be.

What are you talking about?

Prater has this type of club...

for serial killers.

What, he's... he's a s-serial killer?

No.

He collects them.

What, so he collected you?

Not me, Dexter Morgan.

He thinks I'm Red Schmidt,

the serial killer the news
called the Dark Passenger.

That's why he calls you Red?

W-Why the fuck does
he think you're Red?

'Cause I found him, Red Schmidt,

when he was killing drivers in the city.

That's why you've been ride-sharing.

'Cause it's easier to hunt him.

Red hurt a friend of
Blessing's who showed me a video

of his near-death experience,

- and then I...
- Did what you do.

And afterwards, I found an
invitation in Red's backpack,

from Prater, for
"like-minded individuals."

And so I impersonated Red
to infiltrate the group.

That's how you found Lady Vengeance.

She was part of the group?

Yeah.

Okay, so-so you've
been, like, hanging out

with other serial killers.

Like-like who?

Did-did you do what
you do with any of them?

I took care of some of them.

Like who?

One of them called himself
the Tattoo Collector,

another who was called
the Gemini Killer.

The Gemini?

He-He's been killing people for years,

and you just took care of him?

Them. Twins.

- Come on.
- Yeah.

Wait. Th-This is like what
happened with Mom. Is...

You got too close to the Trinity Killer,

and-and he murdered her.

He could've killed me.

Hey. You are safe.

This will all be over soon, I promise.

Prater and Charley are
only concerned with me.

You have to trust me.

I've got this. I've got you.

I'm gonna head out, in case
someone is following me.

Are we gonna be okay?

Yes.

Just get to work. I'll be in touch.

Stand clear
of the closing doors, please.

Fuck.

Watch your fucking mouth,
asshole. There's kids here.

Who the hell are you?

Morning, dude.

You want to make some easy guap?

Buddy of mine's hiring cater-waiters.

45 bucks an hour.

Abso-fucking-lutely.

Let's go.

What, uh, what part of the city's it in?

East Side. That Leon
Prater guy's mansion.

Actually, um...

I-I just remembered I-I can't make it.

Yo, you crazy? It's
gonna be a 12-hour day.

Plus, you get to cruise
around that Prater mansion.

- You do that.
- Let me know, bro.

Harrison.

I have been looking all over for you.

There's a room service request. For you.

For me?

1023.

1023.

Room service.

Put the food on the table.

- Hey.
- Uh, hey, Dad.

Uh, Charley came by work today.

What?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, no, I'm-I'm okay.

I'm just shook up.

Tell me exactly what happened.

I got a, I got a...

room service request, it
was a late breakfast order.

Uh, so I-I brought
it to Charley's room.

Wait, you were alone with her?

Yeah.

You're Harrison, right?

Uh, yeah.

I was wondering,

why isn't your last name "Schmidt"?

- What?
- Well, why don't you have

the same last name as your dad Red?

Why "Morgan"?

She knows you're Harrison Morgan?

Yep.

One step away from Dexter Morgan.

How'd you explain the
different last name?

I-I kind of...

told her the truth.

Uh, what does it matter to you?

Well, when my boss Leon Prater
invites someone to his home,

I vet them.

This is me vetting.

You-you use a deluxe
hotel suite to vet people?

One of the perks of
working for a billionaire.

Yum.

I love a late breakfast.

Uh, look, sorry, I-I
got to get back to work.

Oh, no, no, no, you-you don't. Um...

I talked to your boss, Stefan.

He said you could stay with
me the rest of your shift

if I need it.

Sit.

Now...

why is your last name "Morgan"?

I-I took my mom's last name.

Hannah. Hannah Morgan.

Uh, Red, uh, ditched us
when I was, like, five.

Never even a visit.

I didn't know where he lived

until I tracked him
down here in New York.

Tracked him down?

Red's a private guy.

You must be very resourceful.

Uh, he, uh, he wrote my mother a letter,

postmarked from New York.

Then what?

Um...

Then she asked, um...

uh, when you a-abandoned me.

Hey.

I won't ever abandon you again.

I-I hear you, but...

the life you live, uh,

it's not entirely your decision, is it?

So, what'd you tell Charley?
About me ditching you?

I grew up outside Chicago.

Uh, my mom moved around
a lot after Dad left.

Uh...

always had this, uh, I don't know...

empty spot when it came to him.

I-I needed to find out who he is,

help me figure out who I am.

Pretty disappointing to find out

that he's a middle-aged
rideshare driver.

Why-why'd she laugh?

The irony of the Dark Passenger

being a rideshare driver, I guess.

Oh.

- She didn't know that.
- Nope.

Fuck.

Sorry, I'm-I'm blowing your cover.

It's okay. How'd it all end?

Uh, she th-thanked me for my candor

and asked for my number.

Your number?

Yeah, so she could let, uh,

she could let me know
when, uh, Prater could meet.

I tried to tell her no, but...

She's pretty persuasive.

Yeah, she's fucking
scary is what she is.

She tipped me a $50 and I
got the hell out of there.

Did you take everything with you?

What, like the breakfast setup?

Yes.

Uh, no. She, um, she was still eating.

I took the cart.

Is that a-a problem? I...

S-She just, she was...

she kept asking me all those questions,

and I-I know I-I kind
of told her the truth...

No, you did good. That was smart.

The right amount of truth
helps sell a good lie.

It'd be better if you came to
stay with me for a few days.

They don't know where I live.

Yet.

You-you think I'm in danger?

No.

But it'd be better for both
of us if you stayed with me

until I get a handle on all of this.

When do you get off work?

Eight.

Great.

I'll call you a little
later with what to do next.

Okay.

Blessing?

What do you want?

I need to ask a favor.

I mean, I'll pay, but
it's still a favor.

A favor?

After you blew up my life
with your-your blabbermouth?

Look...

Normally, I'm the guy
who can keep a secret.

I should've kept your
history in confidence.

That's my bad.

I think the combination

of caring about your
and Joy's relationship

and getting stuck with her needles

loosened my tongue a bit.

It was a mistake.

I'm so sorry, my friend. Huh?

I forgive you.

So...

what is this favor you need from me?

Can you pick up Harrison
from work tonight?

He's gotten himself into a
little bit of, uh, trouble.

Say no more.

I'll treat Harrison like
he was my own family.

You remember Blessing?

- Yeah.
- He'll pick you up after work,

take you straight to my place.

- Okay.
- But first,

can you look into some
hotel records for me?

Charley served her country,

as did her mother before her.

She was a hero once.

Now she plays mind games with
my son for a rich asshole.

That bitch lifted prints from Harrison.

This is clearly a violation

of your goddamn deal with Prater.

Harrison's never been arrested,

he doesn't have a driver's license

and he spent most of
his life in Argentina.

Whatever print she lifted
will lead to a dead end.

She's fucking with your son.

Did that come with the house

or does Charley have
an aversion to stairs?

Charley's mother.

She's taking care of her mother.

You can't go soft on her

just because her mother's in bad shape.

Oh, I'm not going soft on Charley.

- Hi.
- I'll take these.

Your mother will love them.

Go ahead.

Take it out.

Put it on the passenger side floor.

Point that pistol anywhere near me

and I saw your fucking head off.

What do you want?

I want you to drive.

I visited your home today.

Saw your mother.

Saw the pictures of the two of you.

You both served your country.

You were even awarded a Silver Star

while in Delta Force.

Special ops.

How'd you go from being a hero
to committing crimes for Prater?

Answer.

I served all over the world...

and I worked a few
private security details,

which led me to Prater.

My mother got ill. He
found out about her.

Helped with doctors and specialists.

Bought her eight more years, so far.

But there was a cost.

Hunting down serial killers like you

to join his sick-fuck club.

Is she okay?

D-Did you kill my mom?

That feeling you have?

The fear in the pit of your belly?

That's exactly how I felt

when my son told me about your visit,

the gun on the table.

Did...

you kill...

my mom?

You're asking if I
looped this very Gigli saw

around her neck and...

cut off her head?

No.

That's not who I am.

And from that medal, I know you're not

the type of person who
frightens innocent kids,

and yet, you chose

to scare my son,

to threaten him.

Do you think I do anything

that's not a direct order from Prater?

That I can say no to the man
who's keeping my mom alive?

He told me what to do, specifically.

Book the hotel, get Harrison alone.

Everything down to the gun on the table.

Mr. Prater

exploits everyone's weaknesses.

Mine is my mother.

Yours is clearly your son.

Prater broke the promise.

He's the one who needs to be taken out.

Pull over.

Leave my son alone...

or I'll pay your mother another visit.

It is a great fit for
Harrison's dad's description

of the Ripper's kill tool.

Who has access to a tool like this?

I have looked into that.

The hook is used by public workers

in the Department of Buildings,

the Department of
Design and Construction,

the Department of
Parks and Recreation...

I love that show.

Th...

The Department of Sanitation,

the New York City Housing Authority

and select members

of the New York State
Public Service Commission.

- That's a fuck-ton of people.
- We might also

look into whether any of the victims

of the New York Ripper
worked at any of these places.

So, the weapon we're searching for

is actually a needle.

As in a "haystack"?

That is a good one.

- I saw that smile.
- Mm.

Detective Wallace?

You wanted to see me?

Well, this is actually good timing.

I need a DMV plate
search to find someone...

I spoke with your
coworker, Lieutenant Quinn.

- I can explain.
- As can I.

You have been breaking New
York State Penal Law 190.26,

criminal impersonation
of a police officer

- in the first degree.
- A felony.

Look, I apologize for not telling you

the whole truth earlier.

You are no longer a captain of Homicide.

Yes. I retired.

But it was my decision, I wasn't fired.

And I did it to bring
Dexter Morgan to justice.

I spoke with Mr. Morgan.

He convince you he's
one of the good guys?

No. He told me about your history.

The tragic loss of your
partner, Detective Doakes,

also known as the Bay Harbor Butcher.

And the murder of your
ex-wife María LaGuerta.

You have our condolences.

Dexter Morgan is a fucking liar.

So you did not lose your
former partner/ex-wife

in the line of duty?

No. I mean, yes.

I lost Doakes and María, but you see...

Fuck!

This is what Dexter does.

He twists things out of context.

He's a-a master manipulator.

He lies and lies, winning people over

with his goddamn gee-whiz smile of his.

He burrows into your life

until he's the last
person you suspect of...

of just about anything.

But I'm telling you,

Dexter Morgan is the Bay Harbor Butcher.

You must cease and
desist, Captain. Go home.

- But...
- But nothing. If you are

still here tomorrow, I
will have you arrested.

Please consider yourself
sufficiently forewarned.

Go to your hotel, pack your things.

Miami Metro asked us to have
you surrender your shield.

Don't tell me Charley
figured out where I live.

Hope I'm not bringing
a car key to a gunfight.

What the fuck?

Harrison.

And, uh...

Gina?

Sorry, I thought someone
broke into my apartment.

Gigi.

Who's this Gina skank?

No, I got your name wrong.

I know, Mr. Morgan.

Call me Dexter.

Uh, t-thanks for, um, sending
Blessing to pick us up.

That guy's got everything
you need in his ride.

I mean, everything.

I-I figured you were out,
you know, ridesharing.

Thought you wouldn't
mind if Gigi came over.

Mi casa, su casa.

Harrison said you worked in
forensics back in the day?

For Homicide?

Guilty.

Gigi's actually thinking about majoring

in criminal forensics.

Guilty.

Well, you know, us forensics guys

do all the real work in Homicide.

Dad helped put away,
uh, a lot of murderers.

Blood splatter analyst, right?

Uh, "spatter," but yeah.

Right. Spatter.

One of my professors said
blood spatter analysis

has been largely debunked.

Well, uh, Dad did most of
his work in the late 1900s.

So much fun growing old.

Yeah, it's true, blood spatter analysis

can be misused, but
in the right hands...

it can tell quite a story.

Dad actually just
helped Detective Wallace

identify a potential murder weapon

used by the New York Ripper,

just from looking at the
spatter from her lecture.

Color me impressed, Dexter.

So, what should we do tonight?

I think I have a deck
of cards around here.

Um...

We-we were...

Ah, there is no "we" for tonight.

I'll just, uh,
straighten up the kitchen.

You want to go to my place?

I'll let you finish what you started.

Hey, Dad, um,

Gigi and I were thinking
about going to her place.

Is-is that cool?

Uh, go ahead. You'll be okay.

I'm gonna hit the
bathroom. Will that be okay?

Are y... are you sure I'm good to go?

I don't want to get
Gigi into any trouble.

Well, Prater and Charley
don't know where I live,

but they have zero idea
about Gigi or where she lives.

Plus, I had a little
talk with Charley earlier.

She won't be a problem anymore.

Did you...

No. Just a talk.

But when you get to Gigi's, stay there.

DoorDash your meals, lie low.

Oh.

If you're spending the night there,

you might want some... protection.

- You know how to...
- Yep. Yeah.

I know how it works, Dad.

And then he...

nicked me with it.

- With his Gigli saw?
- Mm.

Show me.

No, I want... I want to see it.

That-That's amazing.

You survived an encounter with
the Dark Passenger.

You survived an encounter

with an honest-to-God serial killer.

- I could've been killed.
- Yeah, but you weren't.

We're dealing with apex
predators here, Charley.

You can't be surprised
when a lion bites.

Just what they do.

He was sending us a message.

Nah.

Me.

He was sending me a message.

And you...

you are the message.

Oh, had you been killed, I
would've had a big problem.

But you weren't, so I don't.

Eh, Red is growling to me about his son,

but the real message here is...

"I'm still in charge."

The Dark Passenger is mine,

and more importantly,

he wants to continue to play with us.

- I don't...
- How's your mother?

Medication's helping?

The new specialist?

Oh.

Speak of the Devil.

Hello, Red.

Charley and I were
just talking about you.

It seems you put a bit of
a scare into my girl Friday.

Yeah, I was forced to make it
clear exactly how serious I am

about my son being off-limits.

Yeah, of course.

I think Charley was just
being a bit overzealous

in her, I don't know, vetting.

I assure you it won't happen again.

So, what do I owe the
pleasure of this phone call?

I was thinking about that conversation

you said you wanted to have,

about having no more surprises.

Except, of course, for the knife

I'm going to plunge into your heart.

The sooner, the better.

Wonderful.

So, when do you want

to make this happen? Tonight?

I could carve out some time
tomorrow morning before my gala.

Uh, say, 10 a.m.?

Great.

Take the garage entrance, though.

Use the elevator.

My place'll be busy,

but the penthouse should be empty.

Oh, and cool if it's just the two of us?

No offense, but I don't trust
Charley the way I trust you.

Of course.

I think after your little visit,

it's safe to say the feeling's mutual.

Just me and you, no problem.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I need to speak
with, uh, Mr. Leon Prater.

Have you got an appointment?

No, but I'm Miami...

Look, I have to talk with him

about a possible threat to his life.

Yeah, okay, buddy. How about
you get the fuck out of here?

Look, I was a captain
in Miami Metro Homicide,

and I need to talk with him, now.

What you need to do is step
off Mr. Prater's property.

Remove your hand, rent-a-cop.

Now, I need to see him now.

Now I have...

Hey!

He's in danger!

Why, exactly, is my boss in danger?

Holy shit.

You three, leave.

Now tell him who you are.

I'm Captain Angel
Batista, Miami Metro PD.

Do you mind?

I'm curious how you know this guy.

You mean Mr. Schmidt?

No. He...

He's Dexter Morgan.

I worked with him for over 20
years in Miami Metro Homicide.

In ancient times,
men would pray to their gods

to give them strength before the hunt.

Problem was, whatever
gods they worshipped,

they were fickle,

couldn't be trusted.

Man's true strength was their weapons,

iron and stone,

and their prowess at using them.

I put my trust in my blade.

Red's last visit.

I'll miss the food, but not the company.

I must admit, times like this,

I wish for a god I could pray to.

Someone to give me that extra armor.

Come in. Come in, my friend.

I've been looking forward to this.

I thought, with everything
going on here today,

we should meet in my Vault.

More private.

Perfect.

And that way, we can clear the air...

Dexter Morgan.

Stay cool. Stay very cool.

Okay, I'll do it.

Little help here, God?

Yes, Red...

I mean, Dexter...

I know exactly who you are.

And I love it!

Angel, you just couldn't let go,

and now, here you are.

Here we are.

You know...

I thought it was a bit odd

how you were so drawn

to the Bay Harbor
Butcher's blood slide box

when I first showed you my collection.

But then, when your pal
Batista here told me...

who you really were...

suddenly,

boom, it all became clear.

Lowell didn't disappear.

Nah. Neither did Red.

- Oh, f...
- You took 'em out, didn't you?

How'd you do it?

What makes you think I'd
talk about that in front of him?

Oh, right.

I'm just so excited to be talking

to the Bay Harbor Butcher.

The living, breathing
Bay Harbor Butcher.

And how you were able

to place all that
blame onto James Doakes.

But that... that must've

fucked with you just
a little bit, right?

That stolen valor of all
your kills going to Doakes?

What...

are we doing here?

Oh. Brr. Of course.

I have a proposal.

Charley, come on.

I would like to be your benefactor.

Just like I did with the Gemini Killer.

I-I will be your Medici
to your Bay Harbor Butcher.

Bay Harbor Butcher. Just
saying it out loud...

Bay Harbor Butcher. Just...

Oh, it gives me goosebumps.

I have extensive files

on serial slayers across the globe.

We can invite them here
to our little group.

Spend the week with them.

And then...

you do what you do.

Add them to your collection.

Look at him, taking my idea.

And what's the plan for Angel?

Angel.

Um...

That is...

the price of your admission.

Sir, let's not...

Charley... please.

You want a front row seat

to see how the Bay Harbor Butcher kills?

I must admit, I've always wanted
to see someone like you at work.

Oh.

Charley, give me the gun.

Come on... just... It's embarrassing.

Angel Batista has threatened my life,

my son's life.

Now that he's confirmed who I
am beyond a shadow of a doubt,

he will never give up.

And rule number one is: Don't...

get...

caught.

We were partners once.

Maybe we can be partners again.

This is for Doakes and for María.

Your bullshit has to stop.

So much for cooperation.

There's something poetic about dying

at the hands of my life-long friend.

Fuck.

There's no coming back from this.

No god that can save him.

I need you to know,

I didn't kill María...

or Doakes.

I may be the Bay Harbor Butcher,

but I promise you, I didn't kill them.

It was your fault.

And now I'm dying...

because of you,

just like they did.

I'm sorry.

Dexter Morgan...

fuck you.

No.

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