Original subtitles

Previously on Dexter...

♪ "Stayin' Alive" by Bee Gees ♪

♪ dramatic music ♪

- Why? - The gala this weekend.

Your left jacket sleeve

is slightly shorter than your right.

Son of a bitch.

Buddy of mine's hiring cater-waiters.

What part of the city's it in?

That Leon Prater guy's mansion.

You fucking stay away from my son.

[chuckles] Whoa. Of course.

- [knocks] - Room service.

Charley came by work today.

She's fucking with your son.

[Dexter] It's probably time I pay Charley an unexpected

visit of her own.

She's taking care of her mother.

D-Did you kill my mom?

That's not who I am. Leave my son alone.

[Angel] Yeah, I need to speak

with, uh, Mr. Leon Prater.

I'm curious how you know this guy.

- You mean Mr. Schmidt? - [Angel] No.

He's Dexter Morgan.

I worked with him for over 20 years

in Miami Metro Homicide.

[Prater] I thought, with everything going on here today,

we should meet in my vault.

Dexter Morgan.

- [gun clicks] - Stay cool. Stay very cool.

[Prater] I know exactly who you are.

[grunting]

I love it! [laughs]

I have extensive files on serial slayers across the globe.

And what's the plan for Angel?

That is the price of your admission.

[grunting]

[Dexter] So much for cooperation.

[gunshots]

Dexter Morgan... fuck you.

[screams]

[pants] That was unbelievable.

[Charley] I think you mean "stupid."

Pretty fucking stupid.

I killed him.

You killed a cop.

I've put up with these psychopaths for years.

I don't even mind getting rid of them for you,

but what happened in there,

that I did not sign up for.

I know. Things got really out of hand.

Are you not listening? You killed a cop,

right as every police officer in the city

is coming here for your gala.

I'll take care of the gala,

just like everything in there will take care of itself.

Are you just gonna leave him in there?

What do you want me to do? Let him out?

Introduce him to the police commissioner?

Invite him to dance?

- [chuckles] - Okay. Point taken.

Ah.

Remember the rule of threes.

Three minutes without oxygen. Three days without water.

Three weeks without food.

He's good on oxygen.

So, three days, then.

We can live with that, right? Even if he can't.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

I'm needed downstairs.

You stay here. No one gets near that vault.

There's a first aid kit in the credenza.

Tend to that wound. I need you at your best.

Shit. [sighs]

That gun killed Angel. Can't get my prints on it.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

There has to be another way out.

[sighs, panting]

This was not on my list of ways to die.

[sighs]

Bet that wasn't on Batista's, either.

[sighs]

Rest in peace, Angel.

You were a good cop...

and an even better man.

[slow clapping]

Oops. You did it again.

That's what happens when you try to be someone you're not.

I told Angel to go home.

Batista couldn't go home.

He spent 20 years thinking you were his best friend,

and then another ten mourning your death,

only to find out you're a murderous psychopath,

and you never actually felt anything for him.

Then why does his death hurt so much?

Because you're still listening to your fake dad

instead of your actual brother, your blood.

I offered you a life

with someone who actually understands you,

and you killed me.

And then, you got a second chance

with Prater's little club,

and you fucked that one up, too. And for what?

For people like Batista?

Your so-called friend,

whose dying words were, by the way, "Fuck you."

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

[cameras clicking]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

[skin sizzling]

Three days, huh?

- [straining] - Good luck.

If I had the Bay Harbor Butcher

locked in a room full of weapons,

I wouldn't open that door for a month.

[hook clangs on ground]

So, unless you want to start

carving up some Batista sashimi,

you're gonna die in here.

And your shriveled, emaciated corpse

will be Prater's greatest trophy yet.

I am not dying in here!

♪ Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me ♪

♪ I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed ♪

♪ She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and ♪

[Dexter] Shit. Only one way to unlock this phone.

I'm so sorry, brother.

[phone clicks]

[beeps]

[phone beeps]

[Quinn over voicemail] Hey, Angel. Um...

I got a call from some detective in New York.

What the fuck are you doing up there? Come home.

I'm worried about you, and, look,

the real reason why I'm calling-- I can't handle

another day with Masuka. He's driving me fucking nuts.

[Dexter] I miss them,

but there's only one person I can call.

[phone beeps]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

- [sighs] - You said you were coming here

to protect your son.

Now you want to bring him into the lion's den?

I promised to keep Harrison safe.

I can't do that if I die in here.

So this is all about being a good father?

Not because you're afraid to die?

Both things can be true.

- [Harrison] Mm. - Mm. [chuckles]

["I Feel You" by Depeche Mode playing]

- [phone buzzing] - I should probably check that.

♪ This is the morning of our love... ♪

[phone beeps]

- [sighs] - [phone buzzing]

- [Harrison grunts] - Who the hell is Batista?

- [phone beeps] - [Harrison sighs]

Some fucking guy that won't leave me alone,

- as-as you can see. - [phone buzzing]

- [phone beeps] - Hey, asshole.

Harrison can't talk right now.

His mouth is full... of me.

♪ Your heart it sings... ♪

Oh, okay.

♪ I feel... ♪

Your dad wants to talk to you.

[Harrison grunts softly]

[sighs]

[sighs]

Hey, Dad.

What's up?

I hate to do this, but I need your help.

Why are you calling from Batista's phone?

- Prater knows who I am. - Dad, stop.

Why are you calling from Batista's phone?

The last time you called me from a cop's phone...

Yeah, Logan. I know. Harrison, listen to me.

Prater killed Batista.

And I'm next.

Fuck.

What can I do?

- [phone rings, beeps] - Shit.

Yo, Harrison. What's good?

Yo. I was just wondering if that offer

was still good to work the gala?

Hey, my man wants some loot after all.

Yeah, I was just picking up some supplies.

I'll text you the address.

- Great. - [phone beeps]

[Dexter] What's this?

Prater's files on all his serial slayers.

Maybe the code to the vault is in here somewhere.

You think Prater left a Post-it note

labeled "secret vault code"?

I can figure it out. It's an eight-digit number.

You only get one chance.

And if anyone were to put in the wrong code

- just once... - [keypad beeps]

[alarm blares]

Wait, Charlotte?

Charley Brown.

No wonder she's always so pissed off.

[Dexter] Prater likes to keep tabs on his employees.

[Harry] Prater likes to keep tabs on everyone.

Can you imagine the irony of you

going down as the Dark Passenger?

Yes. Gonna have to destroy these.

If you ever make it out of here.

He had to have written something down somewhere.

[Harry] Cooper Morris.

That's the guy Prater told you about. Killed his parents.

And others.

What if Prater didn't write the combination down

because it's a number he'd never forget.

Today's date.

Prater hosts his gala on the anniversary

of his parents' death.

The night Cooper Morris killed Prater's parents

was the defining moment for him.

It's a pretty significant eight-digit number,

- don't you think? - That alarm goes off,

a hundred cops rush upstairs. Better be sure.

Sure? I'm betting my life on it.

What about Harrison's life?

[sighs]

Attention, servers.

Behind those curtains are the most powerful people

in New York City.

I want to see wine glasses full at all times.

I want to see dishes cleared ASAP.

I need you all available. You understand me?

And use your eyes, ears and mouths.

- [phone beeps] - [line rings]

[phone rings, beeps]

- I'm in. - [Dexter] Great.

Can you get me a better view?

[supervisor] Okay, guys, let's go. What are we waiting on?

- Move it. Move it. - [servers] Yes, ma'am.

[Harrison] Got to get to work.

Okay.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

All right, where am I going?

The penthouse is above the east wing of the mansion.

Got it.

[indistinct chatter]

Allow me. Wow. You...

That's a really good color on you.

Your sleeves are still uneven.

Now where am I headed?

Uh, all I see is champagne.

Fuck.

Okay, should I take those stairs?

No. Those don't lead to the penthouse.

There. What's that door?

Uh, the service kitchen?

Head there. Keep an eye out for Prater and Charley.

They'll know something's up if they see you.

I work with rich people all the time.

They never notice the help.

- Excuse me. - [indistinct chatter]

Leon, I saw the silent auction has a charter on your yacht.

[Prater] Just brought her up from St. Bart's. Mr. Mayor.

At, uh, Chelsea Piers, right?

- How are you liking that? - [Prater chuckles] Oh, boy.

I can tell you some stuff about that.

[mayor] Uh, we're thinking of switching.

Fuck. [sighs]

Well, we got that over with.

Let's not get cocky.

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

Past that freezer on the left. Is that a staircase?

Fuck.

Harrison, get out of there.

Where do you think you're going?

Uh, a-actually, I was looking for you.

Uh, one of our waiters is really stoned.

Uh, I'm afraid he might be a liability

out there on the floor.

Point him out to me.

He's right... there.

Thanks for the heads-up.

[chuckles] Well played, son.

Yeah, remind me to make it up to Lance.

[crowd cheering, applause]

[Prater] What a turnout.

Welcome, everyone, to my favorite night of the year.

The Tenth Annual Gala for New York's Finest.

- [crowd cheering] - Yeah!

The penthouse is five floors up.

Do those stairs go up that high?

Uh... yeah.

This is five.

Uh, that goes to the roof.

Uh, I think I'm here.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

It's-it's locked.

Do you have anything to pick it with?

[sighs]

[Dexter] Can you pick the lock like I showed you at Iron Lake?

[Harrison] It's not, it's not quite catching.

[sighs]

Harrison Morgan.

You're going through a lot of trouble

for a man you barely know.

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

Have a seat.

Dad, what do I do?

Give the phone to Charley.

- My dad wants to talk to you. - [chuckles]

Ah, Charley Brown.

So good to see you.

We need you to open the vault.

[Charley] As fun as that sounds,

I think I'll leave the Bay Harbor Butcher

safely locked away.

- [camera clicks] - [Dexter] Yeah,

I kind of figured you'd say that.

- [phone chimes] - What's this?

[Dexter] Just a little something I found in your boss's

secret file cabinet.

Time-stamped right before Mia's tragic suicide.

There's a whole file on you--

paper trails, phone logs, surveillance photos.

Looks like Prater's been documenting your dirty work

for a very long time.

♪ intense, dramatic music ♪

That motherfucker.

The thing is, Charley,

there's quite a few cops downstairs.

You'd be surprised how many of them

keep their AirDrop wide-open.

It would only take me a second.

And if you go to prison, who would take care of your mom?

So here's the deal, I destroy everything,

including the copies I took on Batista's phone.

All you have to do

is let Harrison go and open the vault.

You'll never see or hear from us again.

You let my mom live.

So, here's what's gonna happen,

I let your son go,

and then I walk away.

You die in there.

Release those files any sooner,

and, well, you know how good I am at finding people.

A month from now, a year from now,

two years from now, I kill your son,

after I torture him.

As long as you have it, take a look at my file.

You'll see what I'm capable of.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have some unfinished business with my former employer.

If you were smart, you'd walk away, too.

There's nothing good in there.

♪ ominous music ♪

[sighs]

[panting]

Harrison, are you still there?

Dad, I'm here.

[phone beeps]

I'm losing battery on this.

Uh, switch to just audio.

I'm pretty sure I have the code to the vault.

It's through the wine room.

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

But we only get one shot.

If I'm wrong, the alarm goes off.

And if that happens, you need to get the hell out of here

before a hundred cops rush up the stairs.

No pressure.

Harrison, you don't have to do this.

You can leave right now. I would understand.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Just give me the code, Dad.

Zero.

- [keypad beeping] - Three.

Two. Six.

One. Nine.

Eight.

- W-Wait. Stop. - What?

♪ suspenseful music ♪

That might not be the right code. Can you start over?

Are you sure?

'Cause you second-guessing yourself is not really

inspiring confidence.

Delete everything. Start over.

[keypad beeping]

You ready?

Yeah.

Eight. Two. Six.

Six. One. Nine. Three. Four.

[sighs]

- Did you get all that? - [phone beeps]

Okay.

Shit.

Dad?

Dad?

Fuck.

Dad! Do you want me to--

[panting]

[sighs]

[lock clicking]

♪ triumphant music ♪

[sighs]

[grunts]

You did great.

- What the fuck is this place? - Listen.

Wait right here.

I'm gonna grab a few things. Don't let that door close.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

Son. You should quit while you're ahead.

I want them.

[Harry] You need to deal with Prater first.

I will, but right above a gala crawling with cops

is not the time. I need to be in control.

These are mine.

Thanks for the bag, Sal.

[panting] Let's go.

Tell me we're getting out of here.

- What's wrong? - Shit.

Dad?

I forgot something in the vault.

- What-what is it? - A fake thumbprint.

Adding that to the list of things you're gonna

explain to me later.

That thumbprint is my only way out,

but you can go back down the way you came.

Through the gala? Are you nuts?

It's like you said, "No one notices the help."

No. I mean, I'm not leaving you.

Right now, Charley could be telling Prater you're up here.

I'm not having you wait around to see what he'll do.

- I need to know you're safe. - What about you?

I'll be okay.

[sighs]

Harrison.

If something happens, I just want you to know

I'm really glad you didn't kill me.

Me, too.

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

[police commissioner] L.P.!

- [chuckling] Hey. Hey. Yeah. - Great party.

Listen, when can I get you for a photo with my officers?

- Viv? - I'll add it to the schedule.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

Okay. Just can you hold on one moment? I'll be right back.

- Let's go to my office. - Here's good.

What's going on? You shouldn't even be down here.

You're talking like I still work for you.

I quit. I'm done protecting you.

♪

- You're not going anywhere. - [Charley] Why not?

Because you have a file with compromising photos of me?

It wasn't enough for you to hold my mother's health hostage?

You needed to own me.

How do you know about that file?

[Dexter] Where's that fucking thumbprint?

♪ ominous music ♪

I'm going to disappear.

You're going to keep paying for my mother's medical care,

and all of our secrets stay secret.

Or... we can go scorched earth.

Up to you.

Goodbye, Leon.

[clears throat] Uh...

All right, let's take this party up a notch.

[crowd cheering, applause]

[Prater] Is everybody having a good time?

[crowd cheering]

[crowd gasping]

Okay. Uh-oh.

Sounds like somebody needs to open

a few more bottles over there.

[laughter]

[Prater] But, let's remember, this gala is not about,

you know, champagne and caviar. It is about raising money.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

[sighs]

...to care for the brave officers

who have been wounded in the line of duty.

That is why, tonight, I'm going to match

any and all contributions made by 9:00 p.m.

- [crowd murmuring] - Starting with

my first contribution of $1 million dollars.

[crowd cheering]

I guess that makes it $2 million dollars.

- [crowd cheering] - Ah!

Yes.

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

So, I... I don't want to hog the spotlight

all night long, so let's give a warm welcome

to my coconspirator in this evening's shenanigans,

NYPD Commissioner Franklin McNamara.

[crowd cheering]

Come on, Franklin.

So... Uh...

I, um...

I-I-I couldn't be prouder of the department...

- Mr. Prater. - Show me

all the cameras on the north ballroom exit,

inside and out.

♪ ominous music ♪

Shut down all the cameras.

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

Give me your gun. Give me your gun.

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

Hello, Harrison Morgan.

Mm. Please, head back down the stairs, now.

Thank you.

♪ ominous music ♪

[beeps]

[Dexter] Prater has a lot of expensive toys,

but I'll never be one of them.

- [phone buzzing] - [panting]

I'm almost out. Where are you?

[Prater over phone] Why don't you come back upstairs?

Trust me,

you don't want to miss this after-party.

[Dexter] Where's my son?

Alive.

Where... is... my son?

Tell your father where you are.

W-We're in his wine room.

Harrison?

Bye, Dad.

♪ "Badoom" by Scrounge ♪

♪ You hear that? ♪

[beeps]

♪ That's the sound of my heartbeat ♪

♪ To the beat of the drums ♪

♪ It goes badoom, badoom, badoom ♪

♪ I'm tired, too, I'm tired, too... ♪

[Dexter] Things would be a lot easier if I didn't care.

♪ Resting on my shoulders, like badoom, badoom... ♪

[Dexter] Is this the cost of loving someone?

♪ I'm tired, too... ♪

Get that fucker.

♪ I'm tired ♪

♪ I'm tired, too... ♪

So glad you could join us.

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

We both have compromising info on each other.

Release my son, you'll never see me again.

You don't have to do this.

Actually, mm, I do.

I've always admired people like you,

but today, I finally got a taste

of what it's like to be you, and it felt exhilarating.

So thank you for giving me the, uh,

what did you call that? The...

the itch? The need? The... the great yearning?

The urge. Yes, the urge. That's it.

That's it. I finally have that.

[sighs] My heart is racing just talking about it.

Maybe this was my destiny all along.

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

That is why I'm so honored

that you are here to witness

my first proper,

non-impulsive kill. [grunts]

[Dexter] Love does have a cost.

And this is the ultimate price.

If this is your big show-and-tell...

...you can do better.

[drops knife]

Kill me instead.

You will be the apex predator,

the best of the best,

the man who took out the Bay Harbor Butcher.

Kill me

and leave Harrison to live with the consequences,

just like the man who killed your parents did to you.

Yeah, but unlike Cooper Morris, I can't leave a witness. Mm.

I'm sorry I couldn't give you the protection that you needed.

If you're spending the night there, you might want some...

protection.

[gunshot]

[body thuds]

That better be the last time you tell someone

to shoot you in the chest.

[panting]

What are we gonna do with him?

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

Claudette's still in the ballroom.

If she sees either one of us, finds Batista, not a good look.

Here.

Use this.

Take the elevator down and go through the garage.

How are you gonna get out?

I'll thumb a ride.

Yeah.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

[groaning]

[grunting]

Help! [gasping]

What's wrong? I thought you loved it in here.

Please, don't hurt me. Please, please.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

[shushing] Don't be scared.

It's like you told me, "Death is a natural,

necessary part of life."

I'll give you anything you want.

A life of luxury.

I'm good.

[swallows, grunts] What about your son? Mm.

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

I'll give you enough money

to send his grandchildren to college.

Never utter my son's name again!

Okay. Okay. Oh, God.

[groans]

None of this would've happened

if you'd just killed that cop when you were supposed to.

Yeah, sorry to disappoint. I try not to kill good people.

A serial killer with a conscience?

A Code.

Given to me by my father.

He understood my childhood fated me to be like this.

Just like your childhood fated you

to be like you are.

But my father had a thing for justice.

He taught me to kill only bad people.

So, I was intrigued when I found Red's invitation.

Your dinner

offered a buffet of killers to feed my urges.

But then I got here. [laughs]

Being around like-minded people.

Oh, it was intoxicating.

That's-that's-that's what I always wanted.

- I know. - A place

for people like you, where they can belong.

We all want to belong.

Yeah, I got to hear Al and Lowell

and Mia

and Gareth speak so freely, openly...

[giggles] gleefully

about their kills.

And it was a fucking revelation.

I knew that you would enjoy it. I knew.

But...

...then I realized all their victims were innocent people.

Not so like-minded after all.

♪ ominous music ♪

You made a compelling offer.

Chance to give my son generational wealth

over generational trauma.

But...

I learned something about myself here.

That thing for justice?

Maybe it runs in the family.

Uh... It's not about the thrill of the kill?

[chuckles] Both things can be true.

Okay. Big smiles from everyone.

[Oliva] She means you. Look happy.

It is my preference to not smile for no apparent reason.

[chuckles]

How much longer do I have to be up here?

We still have to pose with Prater. Any minute now.

Where is he? I do not see him.

Mayor Thompson. Would you do us

the honor of announcing tonight's fundraising total?

Oh, I thought Leon was gonna do it.

- Uh, still no sign of him? - I am going home.

[Vivian] Please, everyone needs to remain on the stage.

We're about to make the big announcement.

You don't want to miss that.

Uh, hello, everyone. Uh, please turn your attention

to the clock.

It's almost time for our grand total.

In five.

[all] Four.

Three. Two. One.

[cheering]

And that brings our grand total,

with Leon Prater's generous match,

to $22.8 million dollars.

- [cheering] - Leon, where are you?

[crowd chanting] Prater!

Prater! Prater! Prater! Prater!

[chanting continues faintly]

[Prater grunting]

[shushing]

You hear that?

Enjoy it now

because, after you disappear,

you'll just be remembered as a cop killer

with a serial killer fetish.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

Ah! No.

[straining]

[sighs]

[scalpel clatters]

I'm not going in the blood slide box?

Nope.

You're not.

Oh, God. Oh, God. [laughs] Yes.

I knew you'd see it my way.

Nobody can turn down that kind of money. No. [laughs]

Oh. No.

[whimpers]

I am going to kill you.

But-but you...

I keep trophies to remember,

and I don't want to remember you.

[gasps, screams]

[grunting]

[inhales]

[grunts]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪

[dance music playing]

Now, I am leaving. My time is valuable,

and I would like to use it to sleep.

- Let me walk you out. - There is no need.

I can hail a cab by myself.

Thank you.

["Stayin' Alive" by Bee Gees playing]

What's happening?

♪ Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk ♪

♪ I'm a woman's man, no time to talk ♪

♪ The music loud and the women warm ♪

♪ I've been kicked around since I was born ♪

♪ And now it's all right... ♪

Will you be joining me,

or do you prefer to merely stand there and watch?

♪ But we can try to understand ♪

♪ The New York Times' effect on man ♪

♪ Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother ♪

♪ You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪

♪ Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin' ♪

♪ And we're stayin' alive... ♪

♪ low, ominous music ♪

[grunts]

Goodbye.

For real this time.

[Dexter] Looks like that private charter might be up for grabs.

Time for the world to see the real Leon Prater.

♪ Stayin' alive ♪

♪ Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin' ♪

♪ And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪

- ♪ Ah, ah ♪ - [alarm blaring]

That's coming from the penthouse.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

[beeps]

[alarm continues blaring]

Somebody turn off that fucking alarm.

[alarm stops]

What the hell is this place?

We got to call this in.

No one to call, kid. We're all here.

Got a body over here.

And a gun.

♪ "Cristo Redentor" by Donald Byrd ♪

Jesus.

[Dexter] Being back on a boat

is a resurrection of sorts,

but it's different this time.

Harry taught me the Code to keep me from getting caught,

to control my urges.

Still no sign of Prater?

No, but guess whose prints were on that gun.

Wait.

It belonged to Captain Batista.

[Oliva] Claudette.

Check this out.

Look at this.

[gasps]

[Dexter] But my urges are evolving.

♪

When I came back from the dead,

I thought I was fated to a solitary existence.

What's going on?

We're leaving this cesspool of a city.

- What? Where are we going? - Home.

Home?

We're going back to Amherst.

I bought the house you brought me up in.

What about your job? Your-your students?

We have a lot to talk about.

[Dexter] But maybe I'm not built for solitude.

I need people like Blessing and his family.

As Al said, even people like me need to belong.

Harry always pushed me to lean on Deb,

but she's gone.

I miss her.

But now, I have Harrison.

He can lean on me.

And when my darker urges start to swell...

I can lean on him,

to become more human,

more connected.

[splashes]

To remind me why I do what I do.

[splashes]

I used to wish that I could be different, normal.

A life without my Dark Passenger.

But who am I kidding?

This is who I am, what I am.

I'm Dexter Morgan.

I'm exactly who I need to be,

exactly who you want me to be.

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