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Previously on Dexter...

-How's it feel? -Better.

-Everything okay? -[Blessing] My mother--

she's passed.

When I was a child,

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

We found black mold in his bedroom closet.

The landlord's ignoring my calls.

She's late on her rent.

All she needs is for you to do your job.

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

[Dexter] You had an impulse,

you denied it. Take that Morgan

sense of justice,

find your own path.

[Gigi] Hello, future students,

I will be your tour guide this afternoon.

-I'm Gigi. -I'm Harrison.

[Prater] Ronald Schmidt.

He prefers "Red."

I've been hosting this gathering for years.

So, there are others?

[Prater] Lowell. -Welcome to the freak show.

[screams]

-[Prater] Mia. -I just enjoy killing.

[grunts]

[Prater] Mia took her own life in jail.

-Gareth. -I know your secret.

-You're a twin. -[muffled shouting]

What the hell happened?

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

-[Prater] Al. -Hope you like my little movie,

-Mr. Prater. -[woman screaming]

[Dexter] The "charity gala guy." Busy man.

I believe Harrison Morgan

killed Ryan Foster...

-No, no, no! -[shouts]

[Angel] ...using methods taught to him

by his father, Dexter Morgan.

Stay away from me and my son.

You think I'm just gonna back off?

♪ mysterious music ♪

♪♪

For the official record,

this is Captain Angel Batista.

I am currently in New York, collecting evidence

to prove that my former colleague, Dexter Morgan,

is in fact

the Bay Harbor Butcher.

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

and I will be logging

locations where Dexter spends

significant periods of time. Dexter lives

in a basement apartment, 7701

Forest Avenue in Queens.

Dexter's son, Harrison Morgan, works at the Empire Hotel.

Home, unknown.

Most days and evenings,

Dexter drives for a ridesharing service.

He often stops for up to 30 minutes

to pick up fares around

JFK, LaGuardia

and Grand Central Station.

Dexter is a man of routine.

He frequents

two different diners

and a Cuban joint.

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

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

except to do his rideshares.

By establishing his routine in the city,

I intend to note

any anomalies from his daily pattern

so I can be there when he strikes again.

Where are you now, Dexter Morgan?

[Dexter] Tonight's the night

I could earn a couple of hundred bucks

driving people all over the city.

[cell phone dings]

But I've got a deeper need to fill.

Lowell, Mia,

Gareth...

and then there was Al.

You're losing all your friends.

They're not my friends.

Okay, you were right.

The lines got a little blurry.

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

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

Almost done un-mixing.

-[cell phone ringing] -[Al muttering]

Where'd you go? There.

Oh. Hey, Red.

-Hey, Al. -How you doing?

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

That was really something the other day.

Yeah, it was a lot.

It would be good to talk it over

with a... friend.

You want to grab a drink tonight?

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

I'm seeing Hamilton tonight.

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

-Home? -Yeah,

back to Wisconsin for me.

The land o' the cheeseheads. [chuckles]

I'm gonna drive through the night.

-But-- -Yeah, I know,

it's a little earlier than

I had planned, but, to be honest,

these little gatherings have lost their luster,

what with all the deaths.

Plus, the little lady's ovulating,

so we're gonna try for another.

[Dexter] I can't let him get away,

not after seeing his home movie.

-Hamilton, huh? -Yeah, wow.

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

How about we meet up after?

A coffee before the long drive?

I'm not gonna ruin my shot.

[Al] Well, let's see...

I'll be hungry at the end of it--

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

There's a spot near all the theaters

that has a Cajun pasta to die for.

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

All right.

Cajun pasta.

-[car horns honking] -[traffic rumbles]

[siren wails in distance]

Look at this.

Unbelievable.

I thought what you did last year

couldn't be topped.

But you've done it.

This looks... amazing.

Give yourself a round of applause.

Wheelchairs.

Excuse me, sir?

Got to remember,

this party is not about celebrities

or finance guys. Who are we doing this for?

[staff member] NYPD officers who've been

injured in the line of duty.

Oh, gosh.

I am so sorry. I'm so--

A ramp to the stage. Of course. How could I--

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

Vivian. Viv. You've done great.

And you have until the weekend

to make it right. Can you do that?

Of course, sir. I'm on it.

Vivian?

How's your daughter?

[chuckles softly]

The specialist you sent her to was a lifesaver.

She just got a clean bill of health.

Thank you so much. For everything.

It's my privilege.

♪ mysterious music ♪

What?

[Charley] It's not just that everything went sideways

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

Feeling? I'm... [scoffs]

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

Let me finish.

I don't fucking care

about your feelings, Charley.

I saw Gareth attack Red, and so did you.

We should be thanking him, not questioning his loyalty.

He's elusive, secretive--

Okay. Okay.

What is this big theory, Charley?

That he infiltrated our group--

the one we invited him to--

murdered Lowell, got Mia arrested

and orchestrated the fight with Gareth

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

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

I don't know enough about him.

I'm worried I might have missed something.

You didn't know enough about Gareth either,

that he thought he was some kind of apex predator.

I don't buy it.

[chuckles] He was always off.

Yeah. He...

The whole grandiose, arrogant incel thing.

So, why this year?

There's no logic to a guy like Gareth.

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

You say you have a feeling about Red?

Well, so do I.

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

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

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

To keep you safe.

Then do your job.

[Harrison] So, the outside of the boat is called the hull.

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

The bottom of the boat is called the keel.

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

-It gives it stability. -[Elsa] No wonder

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

[grunts] Well, kids should be spoiled.

Thanks for watching him today.

Has there been any movement on the landlord situation?

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

so forget about the mold.

-God. -I thought I could

wait him out, stay at the hotel,

withhold rent. But there's...

The Empire's booked solid this weekend.

All those people coming in for that Gala.

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

Shit.

Oh, my-- You're gonna have to find

somewhere to stay, too.

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

I ju-I just feel really shitty.

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

I feel like it's my fault.

It is not your fault.

Stop that.

He wasn't gonna listen to anyone.

♪ melancholy music ♪

Where are we-- Oh, is that yours?

-Yeah. -Way over there?

Pretty far-travelling boat.

-[Dante] Yes. -[Elsa] Yeah.

♪ "Personality Crisis" by New York Doll's playing ♪

[Dexter] A family-owned salon.

Perfect.

I don't have time to gather pictures

of Al's victims...

...but he'll know why he's here.

♪ Well, we can't take her this week ♪

♪ And her friends don't want another speech ♪

[groans]

♪ Hoping for a better day ♪

[Dexter] Guess the responsibility

of killing everyone in Prater's group

-is falling directly on my... -[sighs]

♪ Personality crisis, you got it while it was hot ♪

♪ Because you walk a personality ♪

♪ Talk a personality ♪

[Dexter] How am I gonna get Al on this table?

[Angel] Dexter's been

in the same location for over an hour.

49th and 6th.

Not his usual rideshare route.

No Cuban restaurants.

♪ mysterious music ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ "Stayin' Alive" by the Bee Gees playing ♪

♪ Life going nowhere ♪

♪ Somebody help me, yeah ♪

♪ I'm stayin' alive ♪

♪ 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 ♪

[over headphones] ♪ It's okay, and you may look ♪

♪ The other way ♪

♪ But we can try to understand ♪

♪ The New York Times' effect on man ♪

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

Why?

The gala this weekend.

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

I will not be attending, thank you.

Chief's orders.

Leon Prater's donated

a Brinks truck full of money

to the force over the years,

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

that's what's gonna happen.

I am too busy for any of this.

Doing what, exactly?

Your left jacket sleeve is slightly shorter

than your right.

Son of a bitch.

♪ intriguing music ♪

3:05 p.m., just arrived.

49th and 6th. Midtown.

He's been here for over an hour.

There's a salon,

laundromat,

office buildings.

Where's Dexter's car?

Damn it.

What was Dexter doing here?

-Ow. -[Joy] Shoot. Sorry.

You okay?

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

It's been a week.

[Dexter] Is this when I'm supposed to ask

how she's doing since her grandmother died?

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

No, it's not even that.

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

His dream business school.

Oh, congratulations.

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

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

and my mom the good news,

and he was such an... asshole.

Said the school was for leftist commies.

Which, by the way, is insane.

We're talking about business school.

It doesn't get more capitalist than...

Anyway, there's no reasoning with him.

Must be... hard.

Look, I get

he's upset. He lost his mom,

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

Does he expect me to live walking distance from him

my entire life?

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

Ow.

Sorry. I didn't mean to...

It's okay.

But seriously, are you like that with Harrison?

Never let him out of your sight?

No.

And he's a teenager.

You would have way more of an excuse.

Yeah, maybe, but...

Blessing losing his mom,

considering how she saved him when he was a child.

I know.

I guess I should be more understanding or whatever.

[sighs] I'm sure

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

fleeing Sierra Leone when he was just a kid.

Yeah, being a child soldier.

That must have been-- Ow!

What are you talking about?

You didn't...

He was a child soldier?

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

By a warlord.

Oh, my God.

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

in the two weeks you've known him?

Uh...

I... I'm sorry. I...

I can't. I...

-I-I need to go. -Okay.

-I didn't know you-- -How could you?

Why would you ever think he would tell you

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

[crying]

[sighs]

♪ somber music ♪

[Harry laughs]

Way to go, Dex.

Should I have clarified he only killed one person?

I think you've done enough.

Besides, you have other business to attend to.

♪ up-tempo music ♪

[Dexter] Business is looking up.

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

There's room for him

right... here.

My shoulder's feeling better.

I can get him on my table.

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

[phone vibrates]

Hey, buddy.

[Harrison] Hey, Dad.

I fucked up.

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

I need your advice on something.

Are you free to meet up?

Uh, one sec.

Keeping my killing life separate

from my personal life is difficult when my personal life

keeps calling, asking for help.

Can you meet me in the Theater District?

Theater District?

[horns honking]

[indistinct chatter]

[Harrison] The situation's gotten so bad,

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

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

they'll basically be homeless.

[pop music playing on speakers]

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

I can relate.

Really?

Yeah, I said something

to Blessing's daughter I shouldn't have.

Thought it was a "me" thing

to misread a situation like that.

Or maybe it's a human thing?

Guess it runs in our family.

Hey, this landlord, Vinny.

-Yeah? -Maybe I could

talk to him. I can be persuasive.

Persuasive?

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

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

but that doesn't make him Code-worthy.

-Right. -But maybe

the complaints would be taken

more seriously coming from me?

You know, former law enforcement.

I know the lingo.

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

It's worth a try.

[sips quietly]

Thank you.

-Your appetite's returned. -Mm.

I guess I've just

been feeling really guilty about Elsa.

That's a good thing.

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

Yeah, sure.

[Dexter] Time to feed my own appetite.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

While Al learns about Hamilton the statesman,

I can learn about Vinny the landlord.

Guys like Vinny

will never respond to the anguish

of people they exploit.

They require outside influence.

Vinny's transgressions are more serious

than Harrison thought.

Add to that the pain inflicted on young Dante,

and who knows how many tenants he's thrown out

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

[Harry] No, Dexter. You're reaching.

Vinny doesn't fit the Code.

-Eh... -You're supposed to be

disentangling your family life from your killing life,

not re-entangling it.

Focus on the theatre buff at hand.

I am, but I also need to help Harrison.

Vinny fitting the Code would really streamline things.

Dex.

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

[man] Great to see it again. "I'm Not Gonna Miss My Shot"

is gonna be in my head all week.

-[laughing] -The king was really funny.

Where are you, big guy?

[woman] That was such a great show.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, where the fuck are you?

[line ringing]

[phone ringing]

Oh.

I am s-- I'm so sorry, Red. I...

I texted Prater and I totally forgot to call you.

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

What's up? Uh, Hamilton--

not what I signed up for.

Y-You know it's a rap show?

I couldn't understand a damn word they said.

Total waste of money.

I took off at intermission.

You took off?

Yep, I am driving through Hoboken right now.

I should be, uh,

home by tomorrow night.

Aw.

I was really looking forward to getting together

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

Aw, you know,

I got to get home to the little lady.

You know, babies don't make themselves.

[chuckles] Am I right?

But hey, you know what? I'll...

I'll see you next year,

if Prater keeps this tradition going,

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

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

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

What area are you in, anyway?

Oh, pal,

I try to keep the Prater world separate

from my family life.

You understand.

I do.

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

Take care of yourself, okay, pal?

[Dexter] It kills me to let Al go free.

[sighs]

For now.

My Dark Passenger anticipated having Al on my table.

Now what?

[Constance] Did you find a place for Prudence's cat figurine?

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

Or her. It.

[laughs] That's nice.

I was wondering,

what would happen if a tenant found mold

in one of your units?

What? Where, downstairs?

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

-Really. -Oh, thank God.

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

but mold is serious business.

There's laws with this. Let me get you

the tenant-landlord handbook.

It lays out New York state law.

[door opens, closes]

-Hi, Blessing. -[Constance] Found it.

Hi, honey.

Here you go.

Dexter.

Can I talk to you for one minute?

♪ dramatic music ♪

Sure.

Do you want to sit?

Why would you do this to me?!

Joy called me.

I was out driving. She could barely speak,

she was crying.

She hung up before I could even...

How could you tell her about my past?!

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

She thinks I'm a monster.

I really don't believe she thinks that.

Of course she does.

How could she not?

You'd be surprised what your kids can handle.

Oh, really, Dexter?

Just imagine if Harrison

knew you had killed a person.

[Dexter] Just one?

[grunts]

I don't understand

why you did this to me.

I was very clear.

That part of my life

was always to remain separate.

I never wanted to bring that

into my home.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

You betrayed me.

[door closes]

[Harry] Look how upset you are.

I was trying to help him.

His relationship with his daughter.

Helping heal relationships.

New lane for you, Dex.

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

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

you've been irritable ever since Al got away.

Is this your version of hangry?

Go away, Dad.

♪ ominous music ♪

[typing]

[clock ticking]

How long until Vinny can see me?

I've been waiting almost two hours.

I'm sorry,

but he's finalizing a big deal

on a new apartment building in Harlem.

Great, more lives ruined.

I can check if he's almost done.

Thanks.

Mr. Valente?

[Vinny in distance] That asshole's still out there?

Tell him to come back tomorrow.

-I'm going to lunch. -[hangs up]

I'm sorry,

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

Is there a day next week that works

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

Excuse me, sir.

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

about an issue in one of your buildings.

I'm sorry. Are you with the city?

-No. -Are you a lawyer?

Nope.

Then get the fuck out of my office!

-Fuck, Lyanne! What the fuck? -I-I...

I'm not running a fucking circus here!

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

[Vinny] Do your fucking job!

[Dexter] Harrison showed incredible restraint

not killing this guy.

Hope I can be like my son.

[Gigi] So unless you have any other questions,

we've come to the end of our tour.

This is the admissions building here,

if you want any more specifics

about the application process, or...

Uh, I hope

I see some of you on campus next fall.

-Thank you, Gigi. -Cool, thanks.

[indistinct chatter]

[Gigi] Look who comes crawling back.

I just stopped by the financial aid office

and I'm officially applying.

What?

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

So, you told them I gave you the tour?

-What? -I get a commission

when you apply.

Wait, really?

No, I'm totally fucking with you.

You suck.

Aw, it's gonna be so much fun

having you around.

Would you maybe, um...

...you want to hang out sometime?

How about tonight?

Tonight?

Uh...

You like to dance?

I can get us into a pretty cool spot.

♪ "Paper Trails" by Darkside playing ♪

♪ Better go back ♪

♪ Rhythm inside ♪

♪ I told you I would get you ♪

♪ The back of the hand ♪

♪ I told you I would find ♪

♪ A place to go ♪

What the-- [grunting]

♪ Paper trails on a mountain ♪

♪ And fruits on a table ♪

♪ A wooden house to live in ♪

[Dexter] God, I love New York.

♪ A baby to care ♪

[thumping]

Turns out there was a silver lining

to Al skipping town.

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

Guess it's true

what they say: when one door closes,

another opens...

...into a fully prepped kill room.

♪ tense music ♪

♪ "Love You Got" by Kelly Lee Owens playing ♪

[crowd whooping, cheering]

♪ I feel these desire lines ♪

♪ Between you and I ♪

♪ They pull like the tide ♪

♪ I got it ♪

♪ Got it ♪

♪ Feel these desire lines... ♪

You all right?

Yeah.

♪ Between you and I, I want it ♪

[Harrison] What is it?

My dream of becoming a detective is...

not happening.

♪ I'll take you down where you wanna go... ♪

The nerve damage, it's...

it's permanent.

So I would never make it through the academy.

♪ Down where you wanna go ♪

♪ Where you wanna flow ♪

I'm really sorry.

♪ Oh, 'cause I wanna... ♪

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

[Harrison] You don't have to.

My dad was

a forensic blood spatter analyst in Miami.

He put away a ton of criminals

without ever wearing a police uniform.

Even if you don't

end up being a detective,

there's still options in law enforcement.

Thanks.

I appreciate that.

It's true.

♪ Love you got, love you... ♪

You know, with this nerve damage,

my fingers keep locking up.

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

but it's happening

on both hands now.

♪ Love you got ♪

[both laughing]

♪ Feel it resonate ♪

♪ Feel it resonate ♪

♪ Feel it resonate ♪

[both panting]

You good?

[sighs] Shut... up.

♪ Love you got... ♪

[moaning]

♪ Love you got, love you got ♪

♪ eerie music ♪

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

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

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

I'm here for your tenants.

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

-ignoring their pleas. -wait, wait!

Is this about the Devances? Or Sheila?

Elsa? The Johnson family? Please-- What the f--

It's because of all of them!

Especially the ones who can't breathe

because of the mold in your apartments.

Imagine how that feels.

Not knowing when or if

you'll be able to take your last breath.

The panic rising.

[muffled screaming]

[taxi drives away]

He's back at the same location.

What the hell is he doing?

[muffled screaming]

Sometimes I think it's easier for a person

to die than change.

Do you think you can change?

Mm-hmm. Mm.

-[whimpering] -If you don't start doing right

by your tenants...

...I'll be disappointed.

And you don't want to disappoint me.

[lock clicks]

[gasps]

[Dexter] Time for Vinny to become someone else's problem.

-[Vinny screams] -[entry bell jingles]

He's gonna kill me!

-Where's Dexter? -Out of my way,

you cocksucker!

-[entry bell jingles] -Wait!

-[tires screech] -[engine revs]

[car departs]

Shit.

Goddamn it.

♪ dramatic music ♪

What the fuck?

[phone rings]

[line ringing]

Detective Wallace, Homicide.

Detective Wallace, Captain Batista.

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

That the Bay Harbor Butcher is still active,

still killing.

Proof? Of the Bay Harbor Butcher?

That's right.

What proof?

Let me forward you the address

and you can come see for yourself.

[Dexter] How the hell did Batista find me?

[exclaims]

♪ "Long Way Back from Hell" by Danzig playing ♪

♪ Sold into slavery down in New Orleans ♪

♪ Goddess of the bayou light ♪

♪ Black dog's head on the killing bed ♪

♪ Severed and left to bleed ♪

[grunts]

♪ There on fire in the corner of the world ♪

♪ There in misery ♪

♪ There on fire in the corner of the world ♪

♪ Left for God to see ♪

♪ Do you want to take a life? ♪

♪ Do you want to cross that line? ♪

♪ 'Cause it's a long way ♪

♪ Back from hell ♪

♪ And you don't want ♪

♪ To go with me ♪

♪ 'Cause it's a long way ♪

♪ Back from hell ♪

♪ And you don't want ♪

I'm putting an end to this.

♪ To go ♪

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

I got here before he could take it down.

-Where is the body? -No, no,

I-I got here in the nick of time.

I stopped him from killing him.

You fought Mr. Morgan? Where is he?

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

He was covered in plastic.

Did you free him?

Uh, no. Dexter must have freed him.

Why would the Bay Harbor Butcher do that?

He must have heard me break in.

-You broke in? -And you saw him?

No.

But I heard his car.

But you didn't see it.

-Or him. -No, he drove away.

I...

I didn't see him.

But I was this close.

I do not understand.

[Angel] Okay, the man wrapped in plastic

on the table-- he ran away.

He was so terrified

that he ran right over me.

But he was here.

And why did he run away?

Because he was scared of the Bay Harbor Butcher.

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

did you get his name?

-Identification? -[Angel] It all

happened so fast, you know, I...

I made sure to call you.

I can describe him.

He's big, thick.

Black hair. Italian, maybe.

Big, thick Italian guy.

Sounds like half the cops we work with.

How did you find this place?

I put a tracker in Dexter Morgan's car.

-Oh. You had a warrant. -Well...

it was just AirPods.

I left my AirPods in his car,

so I ended up using them

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

No, he gave me a ride from his apartment.

It's a long story.

Look at this. Hmm?

♪ intriguing music ♪

Shit.

It was... it was following...

Look, I'm not lying.

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

He's smart.

Finds himself out of everything.

Listen to this.

[Angel on recording] 3:05 p.m., just arrived.

49th and 6th. Midtown.

He's been here for over an hour.

There's a salon, laundromat,

office buildings.

Why are you looking at me like that?

How are we looking at you?

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

Strange that you should say that,

is it not, Captain Batista?

[phone alarm chiming]

♪ serene music ♪

[quiet, jaunty music playing on speakers]

What?

I just always pictured my first time

was gonna be at a fancy hotel.

Your... your first-- You're...

-fucking with me. -[laughs]

You're finally catching on. [chuckles]

♪ propulsive music ♪

[elevator dings]

[clears throat]

♪ hypnotic music ♪

[Harry] Guess your warning to Batista

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

He's out there somewhere.

-I can feel it. -Dex,

you were supposed to be getting under his skin,

not letting him get under yours.

He could be heading here with NYPD.

Vinny never even saw your face.

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

You didn't even kill anyone, which would have

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

-I was never gonna kill him. -[scoffs]

Well, lucky for you, Al skipped town,

'cause you were definitely gonna kill him.

He could have bugged the place.

Dex, he used AirPods to follow you.

A high-tech, department- supported investigation,

this is not.

He's acting alone.

Still,

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

Not until...

Until he's got you behind bars.

What am I supposed to do with that?

You could stop killing.

[scoffs]

[ringtone playing]

Miami Metro Homicide.

-Lieutenant Quinn speaking. -[operator] Transferring

-a call from the NYPD. -[Claudette] Hello.

This is Detective Claudette Wallace, NYPD,

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

And that would be?

The Bay Harbor Butcher.

Hello?

Sorry, did you say the Bay Harbor Butcher?

Correct.

Yeah, that case has been closed for years.

I met your Captain,

Angel Batista, who is actively pursuing it.

-What? -Is this a poor connection?

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

he's not our ca-- I mean, he was our captain,

but he retired.

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

-Angel Batista? -Yeah. Look,

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

uh, he's...

He is no longer an active law enforcement officer.

No.

And I don't know what the fuck

he's doing in New York.

♪ foreboding music ♪

♪ lively music ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[Harrison] You should have seen how happy she was.

Dante's gonna be okay now,

there's no more stress about

where they're gonna have to live.

I... Seriously, Dad.

Thank you so much.

Sounds like he listened.

What did you say to him?

-[muffled screaming] -I think I said something like,

"You got to realize your actions have consequences

for the people around you."

You scared him, didn't you?

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

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

What?

You say I have a thing for justice.

I think you do, too, Dad.

Huh.

Maybe.

By the way,

would it be cool if I, maybe,

spent the weekend at your place?

♪ suspenseful music ♪

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

♪♪

♪ ominous music ♪