All language subtitles for Dexter (2006) - S06E02 - Once Upon a Time. (1080p BluRay x265 ImE).eng

[Quirky music]

Previously on Dexter...

What do you think
we're up against?

I mean, leaving the intestines
on the scale

wasn't done by accident.

The body part removal
could be drug-related.

It could be Santeria, voodoo.

Attendance in our preschool

guarantees your child admission
to our secondary school.

So you are catholic?

Actually, I'm not.

What do you believe in,
Mr. Morgan?

Nothing. I don't believe
in anything.

You can believe whatever
you want to believe,

but it's not just about you
anymore.

What kind of father keeps
blood slides in his apartment?

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you captain Laguerta.

[Applause]

It seems smaller
without your stuff.

I had to make room for you.

But I'm acting Lt only.

Not if I recommend you
for the position full-time.

What is going on with you?
You're acting so weird lately.

Debra...

will you marry me?

God, I sound
like a fucking idiot.

[Gunfire]
Get down, get down!

Everybody down!

[Gunfire, screams]

[Grunts]

- What have we got here?
- Floater.

Washed ashore.
Some lady called it in.

It doesn't look like somebody
was trying to hide him.

More like they wanted
the body to be found.

There's something inside.

Holy Frankenfuck!
Snakes!

This is no amateur.

So it's begun?

Yes.

It's begun.

Until a few days ago,

I was convinced there was
nothing I believed in.

But I was wrong.

There is something
I truly believe.

Everything's better
after a bubble bath.

Rituals are important.

Not just for a serial killer.

But also for a two-year-old

if you want him
to go to bed on time.

[Gasps]

[Laughs]

Here, put him back.

Not that I mind.

This ritual has become
my favorite.

Bedtime.
Alone with my son.

Being myself.

Monster story, daddy.

Again?

Okay, I may have told him
this one before.

Once upon a time
there was a little chino,

scaring everyone who lived
in the hood.

Nobody knew what to do.

But daddy did.

He would slay
that icky monster,

hiding what was left of him
in a special place

that no one would ever find.

Daddy's box.

You know about daddy's box?

I always knew
this day would come.

Just not so soon.

I'm not sure how
this next chapter goes.

Is that the last of them?

Just one more to go.

We'll be ready soon.

I may be a little late
tomorrow.

And you tell me that now?

Can't help it.

It shouldn't take long.
Nothing's changed.

Travis, we have to find
another.

Don't you think
I already know that?

Now look what you've done.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.

No, it's okay.
It's okay.

- These things happen.
- [Mutters]

I just want to make sure
that, uh,

I can rely on you.

Of course.

Good boy.

Hello.

Wow.
Full-on breakfast.

Yeah. Uh,
juice is in the fridge.

- Freshly squeezed.
- Fresh squeezed.

Well, aren't we
the fucking Kennedys.

A good breakfast is
a good way to start the day.

Yeah, another day
of sitting on our asses,

waiting for OIS to clear us
on the restaurant shooting.

Pancakes?

You do realize the bar is set
very high with me and pancakes.

My dad's were the best.

What the fuck?

What are you doing?

I wanted to do this
the other night,

but the shooting sort of
messed everything up.

Debra Morgan, will you--?

- Are you insane?
- Come on, Deb.

I'm trying
to be fuckin' romantic here.

Romantic isn't springing
something like this on me.

When--when have we ever
talked about marriage?

Will you get up?

Come on, Deb, we've been
at this for a year.

You--you make me happy,
I make you happy.

So?

So...I love you.

But...

This is huge!

You don't like the ring?
Is it the ring?

No, it's--

It's beautiful.

It's just...

I just need time
to think about this.

Take all the time you need.

[Kiss]

I'm not going anywhere.

Pancakes are burning.

Quinn just fucking proposed
to me over fucking pancakes.

What the fuck is wrong
with him?

He's Quinn?

I never said

I wanted to spend
the rest of my life with him.

I take it this means
it's a "no"?

I can only hope.

Quinn as Deb's boyfriend
is one thing.

Uncle to my son,
over his dead body.

Maybe.

I don't know.

I mean, I guess
Quinn makes me happy.

Really? 'Cause there's
a vein in your forehead.

Quinn and I,
we get along great,

and there's no drama.

And after
the last couple years,

that's kind of nice.

But?

But I'm not sure I want
anything

more than no drama right now.

Sounds like
you have your answer.

But if I tell him "no,"
then it's over, right?

And I'm not sure I want that
either.

God, why can't things
just stay the same?

Tell me about it.

Come on, we're gonna be
late for the briefing.

[Gunfire and screaming]

Watch this.
She totally decks him.

- She flattened that guy.
- Where was Quinn?

She's already got 500,000 hits.

Hey, hey, she's coming.

Nice.
[Applause]

Yeah, yeah, I'm a hero.
Fuck you very much.

You've totally
gone viral, Morgan.

You're an Internet sensation.

Give it a rest, man.

What?
Dude, she's a superstar.

I mean, have you guys
read the comments on here?

Oh, she has,
and if you're the one

that wrote the poem
about my ass--

I know not of what you speak.

And it was a limerick,
thank you.

Can we get started, please?

All right, everyone,
settle down.

Where are we with ballistics
from the restaurant shooting?

Uh, all casings and bullets
are accounted for.

All the victims were shot
by the shooter's gun,

and no stray bullets
from Morgan or Quinn.

The shooter talking?

He was pissed off
the restaurant fired him.

The manager was
the first to go down.

Two dead
all because this asshole

wanted his job back
waiting tables.

All right,
with the shooting behind us,

we put everything
into finding out

who did this to Omar Rivera.

Dex, the M.E. report
come back on the fruit vendor?

Nothing we didn't already know.

The stitches and the snakes
are definitely post-mortem.

I and my lovely new intern Ryan

are still waiting
for the medical examiner

to return our snakes.

Keep me updated.

Yale is looking into our vic.

Rivera had ties
with the Salas cartel.

You still thinking
this is drug-related?

Well, to a cartel,
a snake is a snitch.

If this wasn't
a warning to others

to keep their mouths shut,

I'm not sure
what the message is.

Maybe because the message

is in a language
only I understand.

What is that holy piece
of shit doing here?

I know that piece of shit.

Or at least I did.

Rivera worked
at Brother Sam's garage

after he got out of jail.

Hey, I don't like it
any more than any of you.

Maybe the padre points us
in the right direction.

Guy like that
and his ex-con fucking friends

can go to hell for all I care.

Brother Sam?

One big, bad ex-con
turned minister.

Runs an auto body shop
using former inmates.

And, as you can see,
some of our brothers in blue

think it's a sham.

They may be right.

That can't be
a man of the cloth.

That's a killer.

[Gunfire and screaming]

[Knocks]

Settled in next door.

Well, that would explain
the smell of perfume.

I was wondering, have you
gotten around to finalizing

Sergeant Batista's paperwork?

I'm on top of that.

Because I haven't seen anything

come across my desk.

I think
the sooner the department

has a full-time lieutenant,
the better.

I could not agree more.

Is that all, captain?

That's all.

[Gunfire and screaming]

When's the last time
you saw Rivera?

A few months ago.
He came in.

He needed some brakes
for his pickup.

He brought, uh...

ripe grapefruits and oranges.

It was a good day.

[Clears throat]
So are you--

Are you guys any closer
to finding out

who did this to him?

Well, that's why you're here.

But I need something to go on.

When I knew Brother Sam,
he was Samuel Wright.

A string of holdups
led to the inevitable.

One of his victims fought back

and Wright killed him.

I was ready to make my move

until a drug bust took Wright
off my table.

And you never saw Rivera

hanging out
with any of his old crew?

No, I didn't.

Omar had moved past that world.

He was on a righteous path.
[Chuckles]

It's--it's funny,
'cause I remember you

saying the same thing about
the last ex-con you vouched for.

Remember Victor Torres?

He gets paroled and goes out
and kills a 19-year-old girl.

There's not a day that goes by

that I don't pray for that girl

or reach out to her family.

Well, her blood's
on your hands.

There's a lot more

than that girl's blood
on my hands.

My past,

the things that I've done,

the life that I lived,

is haunting me to this day.

Bullshit.

I don't give a rat's ass

what you think about me,
you understand?

Or the work that I do
or the men that I do it with.

What I do know is this.

Omar did not have this coming.

His demons were gone.

Men can change.

Men maybe.

- Are we done?
- Yeah.

- Thanks for coming in.
- Okay.

But what about a monster?

You wanted to see me, sir?

I remember
when I had this office.

Miami was a different place.

Corruption was everywhere.

My dad said you never knew
who you could trust back then.

Harry was one of the good ones.

And so are you.

Thank you, sir.

That means a lot.

It's why I'm making you
Homicide's new lieutenant.

[Laughs]
Me, right. Lieutenant.

Fuckballs, you're serious.

Oh, f--sir.

You're exactly what
this department needs.

A fresh face, new ideas.

Wait, really?

You want me in charge?

I don't even know what to say.

- Well, yes would work.
- But this is Batista's job.

He's expecting it.
He's earned it.

Well, Sergeant Batista's
a fine officer,

but he comes with
certain, uh, baggage.

Besides, he's not a hero.

You are.

Why does everyone
keep saying that?

I was just doing my job.

That's not how I see it.

That's not how
the city sees it.

No. This office needs
someone like you.

Oh, my God.
Dexter would flip out.

And poor Masuka. I'd be
that little fuck's boss.

I'd be everybody's boss.

This is an honor.

Do you really think I'm ready
for something like this?

Listen, I know this is
a lot to take in.

We can talk about it more
tomorrow, okay?

Congratulations, lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

What the fuck
is going on today?

Keep your eyes
on the bouncing ball

and not on daddy's
bad pictures.

Samuel Wright killed
this store owner in cold blood.

Bashed in his head
with a bottle.

Now he's calling himself
Brother Sam,

professing to be a changed man.

But I can't tell if I'm seeing

a man who's changed
for the better

or just a better cover.

Daddy's box.

You want to put this
in daddy's box?

Thank you.

It seems like yesterday
he was just learning to crawl.

Daddy's box.

Or he's putting
all the pieces together.

What I say, what I do.

Where things go.

I'll be more careful.

Is that gonna be enough?

[Knock on door]

You're looking at Homicide's
new fucking lieutenant.

I know, right?

Got any beer?

[Door closes]

That's quite the day.
Lieutenant.

Nope.

Two beers in, and it still
sounds fucking weird.

I can't do this.

And it totally dicks Batista.

What could Matthews
possibly be thinking?

That you're smart,
you're driven,

you're a great detective.

Who'll be leading the department
that may hunt me down one day.

[Sighs]

You should give yourself
some credit.

You should give me
another beer.

I'm empty here.

You ever wonder why dad
never made Lt?

He had his hands full.
With me.

Everyone talked about him
like he was some super cop,

but he stayed in the pen
his whole career.

Maybe he never wanted it.

You know, after his funeral,

a tiny part of me was relieved.

I tried so hard to get him
to pay attention to me.

And I thought with him gone,

I wouldn't need his approval
anymore, but...

[Laughs]

20 years later, I still do.

He's still up here in my head.

You don't say.

The weird thing is,
if I take this job,

I'll have achieved more
than he ever did on the force.

And that's the part that scares
the shit out of me.

Not sure I follow.

Dad was my litmus test

for what a real cop
is supposed to be.

And if he never made
lieutenant--

Then you have no one
to compare yourself to.

And I don't want to be
fucking Laguerta.

[Laughs]

So how would I even know
if I was doing a good job?

I'd be totally all on my own
on this.

Well, if you don't want
the job, don't take it.

Fuck you.
Of course I want it.

[Laughs] Holy shit,
I really want it.

[Phone ringing]

Quinn again.

What the fuck does he want?

Out on a limb here,
but maybe an answer

as to whether you
want to be Debra Quinn?

Jesus h. Fuck,
I totally forgot.

[Laughs] Debra Quinn.

Your initials would be DQ.

Like the--

I will kill you.

I have no idea
what to say to him.

I've got to stall.

Can I sleep here?

About one life-altering decision
a day is my max.

Yeah. I'll sleep on the couch
in the other room.

That's why you don't suck
as a brother.

Yeah, but what about
as a father?

[Water running]

[Dishes clatter]

Aah!

Oh, Travis!

God damn it.

Really wish you wouldn't
use that word.

Well, maybe I wouldn't

if my brother would
use the doorbell.

[Sighs, then laughs]

You really scared me.

Slow down.

And save some room for dessert.

I told you
I have to work tonight.

You're working too much.

I can see it in your face.

I like to keep busy.

You want busy,

try keeping a bunch of
fifth graders focused on art.

Today, all they
could talk about was,

they found another flock of
those dead birds up north.

They think it's the end
of the world or something.

What if it were?

Uh, then I'd say we better
eat this ice cream fast.

No, I-I-I can't stay.
I have to go.

Oh, come on.
Blow off work for once.

For me.

I barely get to see you
anymore.

Well, that was before...

Before what?

[Sighs]

It's nothing.

Travis, we used to be so close.

We used to talk and do things.

Now it's like pulling teeth
just to see you for an hour.

I miss you.

I miss you too.

Then let me spend an evening
with my baby brother.

Please?

[Crash]

Now, who put that there?

[Groans]

Good thing I have just the place
to get this fixed.

[Chatter]

[Both speaking Spanish]

If Brother Sam believes
in giving men like this

a second chance,

who am I to deny him one
on my table?

You here about Eddie?

What?

Eddie.
You here about Eddie?

His parole agent.

Oh, no, I'm just a customer.

I dinged my car.

Is, uh, Brother Sam here?

He's out back.

Can I help you?

Yeah. I was hoping
to get an estimate.

You're not from around here,
are you?

Your shop came
highly recommended.

By who?

Co-worker.

- You out front?
- Mm-hmm.

Was that the Holy Spirit?

Or his Dark Passenger
checking out mine?

Yeah, my guys can
have this out in a day or two.

Good shepherd.
What's that mean, exactly?

Well, uh, the men you see here,

they're like my flock.

And, uh, my job is to make sure

that they don't wander.

That's a lot to take on.

Yeah, well, I got a lot
to answer for.

[Speaking Spanish]

Nothing broke that
can't be fixed, right?

[Speaking Spanish]

[Laughs]

Lord have mercy.

No car is ever totaled.

Yeah, it's like a man's life.

Like a man's soul.

I oughta know that.

You know, I once killed a man
and walked off scot-free?

For that I need...

- To pay.
- To pay.

I'm surprised
to hear you say that.

Don't be.

The spirit moves me

to tell my story and share.

I was facing death row.

The judge presiding
over my case

suddenly dropped dead.

Mistrial?

[Laughs]

Yeah. It sounds like
divine intervention.

Yeah.

Oh, God was playing me
all right, you know.

I had to go out here
and get good and high

before he just said, son,
that's enough.

And, uh, I get stopped.

Possession charge.
I go back to jail.

But hallelujah, praise God,

that's how I got saved.

So that darkness inside,
it's gone?

No.

It's still there, but I'm
fighting its ass every day.

I really don't have
much of a choice, you know?

I sacrificed
that bad part of my soul

to make up for some
of the pain I caused.

Nick still hasn't showed.

You find him and you tell him
I'm coming for him,

you understand?

Now.
Tell him now.

One of the flock get lost?

Yeah, something like that.

[Clears throat]

So, uh, what do you say there,
brother?

Guess I'll be seeing you soon.

All right.

You have a blessed day.

Once we work our magic,
we put it up on the board here.

What are the abbreviations?

What was run.
Uh, TR is trace.

TX, toxicology.

So where does everything go
after it's been run?

Inquisitive.
I like.

[Both laugh]

Evidence, down the hall.

Whoa. Cool.

Oh, yeah. Medical examiner
finally sent 'em over.

They don't make you squeamish?

Are you kidding?

I love this.

Me too.

Vince.

Hands off.

She's my student.

Yeah, and a lawsuit
landing on my desk

if she catches you
staring like that.

Sounds like someone's expecting

to make
lieutenant buzz-kill.

Take these files
down to central booking.

Have them cross referenced
with the CI lab

and get back to me right away.

Yes, sir.

[Pouring coffee]

Wow.
You really drink that swill?

Keeps me young.

How about we go
around the corner

and I buy you
a real cup of coffee?

- My treat.
- Okay.

Dexter, you got a minute?

Yeah, I need to get to my lab.

Has Deb mentioned
anything to you,

you know, about us?

She, uh, said you proposed.

And?

The pancakes weren't bad.

Aw, I fucked this up
royally, didn't I?

I wouldn't know.

Look, I know you and I
have had our differences,

but it would really
mean a lot to me

if you could help me out here.

Well, this is between
you and Deb.

No, I know.

It's just, I don't
want her to feel

like she has to, you know,
choose between you or me.

She doesn't.

Because it is never
going to be you.

No, I got it.

- I said it was my treat.
- I got it. Here.

I can afford it.

What is it?

I just wanted to let you know

that I'm the detective I am
because of you.

Thank you.

And you have always,

always had my back.

And, more than that,
you're like family to me.

Where is this going?

Don't look at me for a second.

Deb.

Angel, Matthews has asked me
to be the new lieutenant.

I'm sorry. I know how much
you wanted this.

What did you say?

That you should be
the new lieutenant, not me.

What did he say?

He wouldn't listen.

I could never, ever do this job
without your blessing,

so you just say the word,

and I'll tell Matthews
to go fuck himself.

This...

is really great.

You mean that?

Damn right.

It's about time a real cop
had that job.

I couldn't be happier.

Come here.

I'm gonna need
that money back, though.

[Laughs] Okay.

Angel.

It's been a long day, Maria.

I just found out about Morgan.

I'm so sorry.

There's nothing
to be sorry about.

I was on the fence about this
whole lieutenant thing anyway.

Look, this has nothing
to do with you.

Matthews is just using Morgan
to get back at me,

but it won't work.

I mean, she's barely
out of diapers.

Don't do that.

Deb's a good detective.

Better than you ever were.

Look, you're angry, and you
have every right to be,

but I will fix this.

- I--
- Enough, Maria, enough.

Angel, I'm so sorry.

How come if Matthews hates you,

I'm always the one
paying the price?

[Engine starts]

[Engine starts]

The good shepherd
has fled his field

for seedier pastures.

The question is, why?

[Arguing in distance]

[Gunshot]

[Door slams]

It seems old habits die hard.

Brother Sam's
not a changed man after all.

Hallelujah.

I can't come back
for Brother Sam

until I make sure
he killed that man.

But while I'm checking,

better safe than sorry.

I was right all along.

Brother Sam is no shepherd.

He's still a wolf.

[Dog barking]

Well, it is
an animal tranquilizer.

Good doggy.

Who the fuck is out here?

Sam, it's me.
I was here earlier. The SUV.

I left my clicker for my garage
in the glove compartment.

I thought it was
too late to call.

- Do you mind?
- Sit!

Eli!

[Exhales]

Sorry. I didn't see
anyone here.

I thought I would be
in and out.

Your car's inside.

Maybe I should just
come back tomorrow.

No.

We can get it over with now.

Okay.

Eli!

[Dog barks]

Appreciate it.

This isn't how I envisioned
taking down Brother Sam,

but it's either him or me
if I want to stay...

alive?

Get off the man's damn car.

Can't believe you hit me, man.

I can't believe
you took a shot at me.

Now I'm confused.

Take Eli out back and don't
you think about running off.

I chased your ass down once.

I'll do it again.
You understand?

Come on, boy.

[Garage door opens]

Your missing worker.

You know, the Bible says

David broke a lamb's leg

to protect it
from wandering off.

I have to tend to my flock
any way I can.

- Drugs?
- Yeah.

I knew
when he missed his shift,

he was just holed up
in his house, getting high.

The good shepherd.

Yeah, when I have to be.

It's open.

The clicker.

Oh, right.

I got it...

all wrong.

Is this what the power
of belief is all about?

Knowing a dead fruit vendor
never strayed.

Tending to a lost member
of your flock.

The ability to change.

What is it?

Nothing good.

Stay back.

Where's our boy?

Safe. Please get
off the property.

Fuck you.

Is there a problem?

This is you staying back?

This is not your fight.

Hey, you deaf, pendejo?

[Groans]

[Bat clanks on pavement]

[Inhales deeply]

You should pick up
your friend and leave.

Oh, we're goin'.

[Groans]

But not without our boy Nick.

[Tire iron clatters]

I'm not afraid of you, son.

And I damn sure
ain't afraid to die.

I know what's waiting for me
on the other side.

Do you? Hmm?

"Mark the perfect man

"and behold the upright,

for the end of that man
is peace."

Shut up.

What you waiting for, son?

He can't tell
if Brother Sam is bluffing,

crazy, or a true believer.

Join the club.

- You don't want to do that.
- Faith, brother.

God is in control.

Miami Metro.

You kill him or me,

you'll have the whole department
after you.

Yo, Julio, let's get
the fuck out of here.

This ain't over.

Well, until it is,
I'm praying for you, son.

Well, you best be praying
I don't put you down

like the last fuck-up
that crossed me.

Remember Hector Nunez?

They never found his body,
did they?

[Engine starts]

[Engine revs]

That was--

That was a miracle.

Miami Metro?

Forensics department.

Lab geek.

They didn't need to know that.

You don't fight
like no lab geek.

[Laughs]

Lord have mercy.

It's just an evening full
of wonders tonight, huh?

Praise God. The lord works
in mysterious ways.

You don't say.

Where were you last night?

My sister's.

She was worried about me.

I couldn't get away.

You know that she
can't be saved, right?

She is a good person.

She's all that I have.

You know that isn't true.

You have me
and you have God now.

But I see

you have to be
reminded of that.

Is this what you want, Travis?

[Groans]

To hurt me.

You see how I suffer
for your sins?

Stop!

I won't see her again.

I won't.

I swear.

It's my job
to take care of you.

Not hers.

Forgive me.

I will do better.

I will show you
that I'm worthy.

[Crying]

[Sighs]

Oh, fuck me.

Hey.

So...

You shouldn't have.

Really.

You know, I figured if,
you know,

we're gonna talk,
then why not over Chinese

from that place you like?

- Beer's in the--
- I can't marry you.

- fridge.
- I'm sorry.

You're so good to me,
but I can't.

Well, if you don't
want to be with me,

then why are you with me?

Because...

It wasn't...

This.

Oh.

I'm sorry for wanting to be
an adult here, Deb, but--

I never meant to hurt you.

Or lead you on.

I just like things
the way they are.

Yeah.

That's, um,

not good enough, you know?

I want more.

That's the problem.

I don't.

- You are a great--
- You know what? Just don't.

Don't be here when I
get back, all right?

[Door slams]

Oh, and I'm your new boss.

Just tell the little guy
a story?

Jamie put him to bed.

[Typing]

Looks like Brother Sam's
a changed man after all.

He was true to his word
about being a good shepherd.

He put his own life
on the line to save that kid

from a pack of wolves.

And here's the leader
of the pack.

Harrison eventually is going
to need a good shepherd too.

I'll be there for him.

And what about him?

[Takes deep breath]

I was set on proving

Brother Sam still deserves
to be on my table,

but miraculously,

Julio goes and vets himself
to take his place.

Hector Nunez was a barber
in Julio's neighborhood.

Went missing six months ago.

No body.

The Almighty at work?

I'm not ready to call Julio
a sign from God,

but I am thankful
for the bounty

I am about to receive.

[Water running]

[Dishes clatter]

I have any clean shirts?

Your room.
Or former room.

Deb being here is temporary.

Who doesn't
rinse out their bowl?

Temporary, I promise.

Deb.
[Knocks]

I need a shirt.

What do you think?

Dad would be proud.

Thanks again for
letting me crash here

until I find a place.

It's why I don't suck,
remember?

Just help Jamie out
when you can.

Am I making the biggest
mistake of my life?

[Sighs]

I don't know, Deb.

As Harrison gets older,

I've been thinking more
about what I believe in.

I'm coming to find that
the list is kind of short.

[Laughs]

What do any of us
really believe in?

That you'll be
a great lieutenant.

[Laughs]

Screw dad. I'm gonna
make you proud of me.

Dissected
all seven baby snakes.

Stomachs were empty.

They didn't come
from a pet store.

Most likely the wild.

Back to square one.

[Click]

[Sighs]

Remember Barry Manilow tickets.

Toxicology's back.

On--on what?
The board is clear.

The snakes.

I hope you don't mind,
but I ran tissue samples.

Uh, wh--which I, uh,
would have done.

And look.
Heavy metals.

If there was nothing
in the bellies of the snakes,

where did it come from?

Uh, from mama snake.

Who had to have been living
in a toxic environment

to pass it on to her young.

You wanna look up
EPA cleanup sites

or should I?

I'd rather look up your--

I mean, I didn't--
I wasn't--

Please don't sue.

You like to watch.

Good to know.

[Exhales]

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

Morgan as lieutenant?

Yes. I was just sending over
the paperwork.

Fuck you, Tom.

You get one of those
as captain,

but don't push your luck,
Maria.

We agreed the new lieutenant
would be Batista.

I agreed to nothing.

And need I remind you

that all personnel decisions

are ultimately my decision.

If they weren't,

your little plan to blackmail me
wouldn't have worked.

This is gonna be
a fucking disaster,

and I won't take
the fall for it.

Well, we'll see, won't we?

Oh! Better hurry.
Don't want to be late.

For what?

Your first official task,
captain.

The Everglades?

All 4,000 square miles of it?
That's your big break?

Oh, I never said
the Everglades.

I said hazardous waste sites
near or around the Everglades.

It would explain

where the pollutants
in the snakes came from.

Yeah.
We narrowed this down.

Someone could have seen
the bad guys coming or going.

[Sighs]

I suppose it's a start.

What gives
with all the reporters?

We're getting a new lieutenant.

What the fuck
did you say to Deb?

Good morning to you too.

You know, everything was fine

until she spent the night
at your place.

You know,
she's made her choice,

but it's not you or me.

Press conference is starting.

Everyone,

thank you for coming
on such short notice.

You're here today because
it's my privilege

to introduce
an officer who--

well, under my watch
has proven herself to be

one of Miami's finest

and a true friend.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I give you the youngest officer

ever to make lieutenant

in the history
of Miami Metro Homicide--

Debra Morgan.

[Applause]

I gotta hand it to you, Julio.

You ran quite a racket.

I read all about

how you were shaking down
local business owners

like Hector Nunez.

You.

You recognize
this shop, don't you?

Fuck you.

My boys will fuckin'
kill you for this.

Let me guess.

With your history of violence,

Hector stood up
to you and your gang

and that's why they never
found his body.

Just the way
they'll never find yours.

Yeah, I killed him.
So what?

You're a dead man.
My boys will f--

[Muffled shout]

Will miss you, I'm sure.

So I'll make this quick.

[Muffled screams]

I have to get home.

I have a much more important
ritual to tend to.

You must be thinking "why me"
right about now.

[Laughs]

Hands up, and...
[Imitates explosion]

Good job.

The good thing about
the mind of a two-year-old--

it's easily distracted.

You want to roll it?

Ooh.

He won't remember daddy's box
if he has one of his own.

Monster story, daddy.

How about a new story?

[Gasps]

"Once upon a time,
there were three little pigs.

The first little pig
built a house of straw."

"The second, a house of sticks.

And the third,
a house of bricks."

"But along came
the big, bad wolf."

Wolves come in many forms.

Some have big eyes,
the better to see you with.

You want to connect this part.
That's the joiner.

Others huff and puff...

- Hey, you all right?
- [Sighs] No.

While others
hide in plain sight.

I think I sprained my ankle.

Really? Here,
let's take a look at it.

I heard something snap.

What, did you fall down
or something?

Yeah.

I should know,
because like it or not,

I'm one too.

That's never going to change.

And neither is the fact
my little lamb

is becoming a little boy.

Walking. Talking.
Listening.

As much as I want Harrison
to stay this way forever,

from now on,
the only wolves in his life

have to be the stuff
of fairy tales.

I can no longer allow him
to see the real me.

Only the version
that's make-believe.

It's the only way this story
gets to have a happy ending.