All language subtitles for Episode 05 - Dirty Harry

Previously on Dexter...

It's always the same
three kills with Trinity.

Young woman in a bathtub...

...followed by a mother falling to her death...

...and ending with a man getting bludgeoned.

Trinity's likely someone
who's gone his own solitary way through life,

foregone all but the most rudimentary
of human connections.

A lone wolf.

If we can find where
he bludgeoned back then...

Lobby's open 24 hours, guard on duty.
Too much foot traffic.

- Trinity'd have to choose another floor...
- Ooh! So sorry.

Wasn't watching where I was going.

White male, eyes blue.
Something in them.

Super-agent Lundy has a hunch

that the dead woman is connected
to this big serial-killer case.

You still dating
that she-bag reporter?

After she put Lundy's name in the paper?

Is this conversation
gonna end up in the paper too?

You have no idea the shitstorm
you've gotten me into.

Find yourself another source.

Just unsealed the juvie records
of Johnny Rose,

our Vacation Murder suspect.

Shoplifting with his high-school girlfriend,
Nikki Wald.

Get down!

I think we should inform the brass
about our relationship.

It's none of their business.

I get a gig in town
to spend more time with you,

and you spend all your time with your ex.

- Don't go disappearing on me again.
- Not a...

- Deb.
- Hey, you. Back behind the line.

No, I was called here. I'm Dexter Morgan.
That might be my sister.

I understand, sir, but I need you to step back
and let our people do their job.

No, I'm with Miami Metro. Forensics.
My laminate and my wallet are in the car.

Until I see some ID,
I need you to step back.

And I need you to fucking listen.
My sister was shot.

No one can tell me what her condition is,
and that's a dead body.

- Sir...
- You want to let me go.

Hansen!
Hands off. He's one of us.

Deb's alive. OK?
They're taking her to the hospital.

I have to see her.

- How bad is it?
- She's lost a lot of blood.

If Deb dies, I'll be...

...lost.

Paramedics think the bullets
are through and through.

- She's gonna be OK?
- It's looking good.

- Who did this?
- We got here just before you did.

Quinn was first on scene.

He says it's smelling
like a Vacation Murders MO.

- Then that's...
- Lundy.

What was Deb doing with Lundy
at five in the morning?

- Oh.
- Dexter, I swear to you,

we will find who did this.

- My kit's in my car.
- Hey, hey, hey.

You got better places to be.
Like with your sister.

- Go. That's an order.
- You'll know the minute we know anything.

Lundy was a worthy adversary.

He deserves better than to be face down
in a hotel parking lot.

A random victim of a senseless crime.

- I'm sorry about Deb, man.
- Did she say anything?

She was in shock.
Didn't see who pulled the trigger.

Batista said you think
this looks like the Vacation Murders.

Deb's cash and credit cards are gone.
So's Lundy's watch and wallet.

Anything, Vince?

Surgeon General wouldn't have been
able to save him.

GSWs to the neck and chest.
He bled out in seconds.

Lundy was shot twice?

Deb was vulnerable
and a potential witness.

The shooter could have easily
finished her off like Lundy.

I should get to the hospital.

Deb, she knows,
even though we go at it all the time...

- We're still...
- Yeah, she knows.

We're gonna get these fuckers.

Not if you're looking in the wrong direction.

Detective Quinn.

Not now. Really.

I didn't come here for a quote.

- You all right?
- My partner's been shot.

The last thing I am is all right.

Yeah. I know this can't be easy,

but... if you need anything...

- I'm here for you.
- Thanks, Christine. That means a lot.

I gotta...

- It's OK.
- All right.

- Sergeant Batista...
- No comment.

Ah! Come on, Sergeant.

Is this the work
of the Vacation Murderers?

I said, no...

On the record.

It's too early to tell,
but one of 'em, Johnny Rose,

we found out has syphilis.

And it's real bad. Untreatable.

Multiple partners.

Print that.

With pictures.

I call it in now, it'll be online this morning
and on the stands this afternoon.

With pictures.

While my colleagues
are working the Vacation Murder theory,

I'm gonna follow Lundy's theory
and check his hotel room for clues.

Lundy devoted his life to hunting Trinity.

He left word for me, he'd had
an interesting encounter two days ago.

You think it was Trinity?

Every crime scene is a jigsaw puzzle.
So many pieces.

Assemble them right,
a picture forms.

If it was Trinity, it'd explain
why Deb is alive and Lundy isn't.

Trinity's a monster.

If he was the one that hurt your sister,
you need to kill him.

That was my blood down there too.

You can't let these be logged into evidence.

Not until I have a complete picture.

Police so far are refusing to comment
on the murder of a former FBI agent

and the shooting
of a Miami Metro Homicide detective.

But Channel 9 has learned

there may be a connection
to the so-called Vacation Murders.

Sources tell us that...

All right. Denver omelet, side of rye toast.

Can I top that off for you?

Coffee's fine, but there are
no diced tomatoes in my omelet.

I'm sorry about that.
Cook is slammed today.

I'll bring you a side of tomatoes.
How's that coffee?

My coffee's not the issue.

My breakfast, on the other hand, is.

You need to start over.

Denver omelet.
With tomatoes. Diced.

Coming right up.

You're a dear. Thanks.

- Astor, will you get that?
- But it's Dexter's.

Oh, it's OK. He was in such a hurry
he probably forgot it.

- Could be the hospital.
- Is Aunt Deb gonna die?

Oh, no, honey.
No, she's gonna be OK.

Some man,
he says he's Dexter's landlord.

There's something wrong
with Dexter's apartment.

There's got to be a misunderstanding.
All right, go.

Uh, yes, hi.
This is Rita Morgan.

How long have you been there?

Not long.

You're sitting up. It's a good sign.

I'm fine.

I didn't even need surgery.

Couple stitches.

Looks like more than a couple.

You have any pain?

No. Just tired.

Whatever they gave me has some kick.

- You want me to come back?
- It's OK. I'm fine.

You remember anything... at all?

You see anything unusual?

It's all still a blur.

Who was hit first? You, or...

Jesus, Dex.

Am I squeezing too tight?

I expect those kind of questions
from Batista or Quinn, but not my brother.

You said you were fine. Twice.

- Doesn't matter, anyway.
- Just tell me what you want me to do.

That's just it.

You can't do anything.

No one can.

I didn't feel anything.

I didn't even know I'd been hit
till I was on the ground.

And then two more shots.

So much blood.

You're safe.

I'm here.

Lundy had this look in his eyes.

Like he was apologizing.

I couldn't do anything.

I was helpless.

Fuck, I can't even walk three feet
to the bathroom.

Do you need to...

Yeah! Bad.

Come on.

- OK?
- Mm-hm.

I may not know who shot my sister

or why her life was spared,

but I do know
I won't be returning the favor.

Oh, God. Deb, is she...

Peeing.

I'll just...

uh... be outside.

- Hey.
- How's Deb?

She's lucky to be alive.

I was so worried.

- Can I see her?
- Uh, she's peeing.

With Anton.

I would have been here sooner,
but I got hung up on the phone.

Your landlord called.

A pipe burst in your kitchen...
at your apartment.

Oh.

I was just hanging on to the place
until the lease ran out.

- So I could get the security deposit back.
- Why'd you tell me you got rid of it?

I said that?

We'll talk about this later.

This isn't the time or the place,
not with Deb here.

Family comes first.

I'm just so sorry I wasn't here.

You don't have to keep saying that.

I'm so glad you're all right.

I'm not.

Babe, what is it?

I slept with Lundy.

I thought you were happy.

I thought I was too.

I can move out.

No. No. No.

Listen, I'll see you through this, OK?
You did the same for me.

Anton, stop.

You deserve so much better.

Is that what you want?

Sorry I hurt you.

Anton?

- Toma, chula.
- Gracias.

Just hung up from notifying
Lundy's daughter.

Then you could really use
a shot of whiskey in there.

I get that the guy's
personally invested in this,

but Matthews hovering around like a vulture
isn't gonna help us catch bad guys.

Angel...

I made official disclosure yesterday
that we're seeing each other.

- We talked about this.
- I know.

But it was the right thing to do.

I said I was uncomfortable
with the disclosure stuff,

- and you go ahead and do it anyway?
- I made a judgment call.

The problem, Maria...

is that you made it for the both of us.

You shouldn't keep
the Deputy Chief waiting.

- What do we got?
- Not much.

No witnesses, no security cameras.
Took a statement from Deb,

- she can't remember seeing anything.
- Forensics.

Waiting on trace and ballistics from the lab.

APBs out on Rose and Wald.

County's increased patrols at the airport,
and the higher-profile tourist hotels.

If my face was all over the media
for shooting a cop and a Fed,

I'd be digging a fucking hole
all the way to China.

No one fuckin' go there.

Or you'd be watching the press
to try and stay one step ahead of us.

It's a Hail Mary, but I planted a story
with Quinn's girlfriend.

She's not... We're not...

You're the paper's unnamed online source
about Johnny boy's drip?

I figure if Johnny has syphilis...

and Nikki wasn't listed by the county
as one of his sexual partners...

- She may not know.
- Exactly.

Maybe we turn these two
against each other.

Rita was right - family does come first.

Finding who did this to my sister
comes first.

Is this a new page of the code?

Revenge?

My sanctuary.

It's private and...

sacred no more.

If I have to give up this place,
what will I do about my roommate...

the dark passenger?

This apartment is the only thing
that's helped me keep the mask in place.

And without it...

I'll burst.

They're letting me out tomorrow.

That's great.

- Any chance you can give me a ride?
- Of course.

I'm also kind of gonna need a place to stay.
I broke up with Anton.

- And, no, I don't wanna talk about it.
- We can make room for you.

Rita won't mind?

Don't worry, Deb, I'll take care of everything.

Trinity's a lone wolf.

Unable to connect,
except with his victims.

He never deviates.

Bleeds out a young female in a bathtub...

forces a woman to jump to her death...

and five days later...

bludgeons an older male.

I'll look at potential sites.

This may be the closest to Trinity
I've ever been.

Lundy got closer than he thought.

He just couldn't see how
all the pieces interlock, what they form.

A sacred ritual.

If there's anyone who knows
the importance of ritual...

it's you.

Lundy underestimated
how far Trinity would go

to make sure his ritual wasn't interrupted.

Lundy was an obstacle.

And Trinity killed him.

If anyone has ever deserved to be
on your table, it's this son of a bitch.

Can I help you?

I'm taking on a project.

How big?

Almost more than I can handle.

And I don't have a lot of time.

Maybe you need another hand or two.

- There's plenty of laborers out there...
- No, no.

I work alone.

Sounds like you need
the right tool for the job.

So much work.

But I have to finish what I started, right?

Yeah, I... I guess.

What would you do?

Me?

Oh, I'd go with the framing hammer.

Got a lot of heft.
It's versatile.

You can't go wrong.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

You've been very helpful.

Lobby's open 24 hours.

12-story building, hundreds of rooms.

Trinity could strike anywhere.

He'll have to set up shop
in the surveillance room.

Trinity's the perfect predator.

Camouflaged,
waiting for his victim to be alone,

and then he strikes.

Trinity struck here 30 years ago.

A bartender... father of two,
was found bludgeoned to death

in the men's room of a tavern
at this same address.

If history is going to repeat itself,

this is where Trinity will be.

Problem is, you have no idea
who you're looking for.

Lundy was so methodical,

he would have commented
on Trinity's physical appearance

if their paths had ever crossed,

but there's nothing in his tapes.

I've listened to them all.

You sure about that? That's your recorder.
Where's Lundy's?

It wasn't in the hotel,
because Lundy had it on him.

Then it's been logged into evidence. Shit.

Dexter, you need that tape. You need
to be certain it's Trinity on your table.

There's still time. He won't complete
the cycle until tomorrow night,

and I'll be here...

waiting.

Oh, God!

Oh!

- That was, uh...
- Unexpected.

That's not an adjective I usually hear.

I'm not complaining.

I'm just...

I'm just wondering why you're really here.

My way of saying I appreciate you
running that story for my boss.

OK.

Hmm.

You fucked me to thank me?

Technically,
I went down on you to thank you.

I thought you said
this was too complicated,

you being a cop and me being a reporter.

I guess I like complicated.

Look who's here.

Sorry, Astor.
I promise it won't be for long.

- It's OK. I get Cody's room.
- Sorry, Cody.

Come on, guys.
It's time to go to school.

Check in later.

Everything all right
between you and my brother?

We just need to have a talk.

It isn't about me staying here, is it?

No, you're family.
You're always welcome here.

I'm gonna let you get settled in,

and I'm gonna get you some water
for these pain pills, OK?

Rita...

Thank you.

- Thanks for letting Deb stay with us.
- It was either here... or your apartment.

Look, we can't keep putting this off.

It's still not a good time.
I need to get to the station.

So when do you suppose it'll be
a good time to discuss why you lied to me?

I'm really trying here, Dexter.

Dexter!

I'm just asking for a little patience, all right?
Not for me, but for Deb.

Right now I need to focus
on finding who did this.

OK.

You didn't come over last night.

So little time to sleep lately.
I thought I'd get more rest in my own bed.

I'm sorry I went behind your back
to Matthews.

It was wrong, and I apologize.

If you haven't noticed,
I'm a bit of a control freak.

You mean like how like to guard
the remote control with your life?

Or how you need to be the first one
in the shower, or how you like to...

Look, the reason... I went to the brass

was because it'd be one less thing
to worry about ruining what we have.

The only thing
that would ruin what we have...

is if we're not honest with each other.

No more secrets.

No more secrets.

Then I'm not going anywhere.

That's everything collected
from the parking lot and the hotel rooms

- back there on the right.
- Thanks for doing this.

My father gave Deb the ring,
and it means the world to her.

I checked the inventories.
Masuka never logged it in.

Yeah, Deb doesn't remember
if she was wearing it or not.

The shooting has her pretty messed up.

If my coming down here to double-check
helps ease her mind, so be it, right?

Yep.

Ah! Fuck. Damn it.

- You Morgans and that mouth.
- Do you mind?

Oh, yeah. Don't sweat it. There's plenty
more where those come from.

Thanks.

Here you go.

Guess who just found her ring?

Sorry for the trouble.
Thanks a lot, though.

No problem.

- I appreciate the personal tour.
- Any time I can do rounds

with a fellow human being is a win.

You're alone every night?

Yeah, economy's a bitch.
There used to be two of us on every shift,

- but now...
- Oh, say no more.

I'm recently laid off myself.

From here on out
I'm gonna be my own boss.

Well, there's plenty of office space here.
More tenants means more money,

then maybe I won't have to do double shifts
and I can see my kids once in a while.

Oh, you end up setting up shop here,

I guarantee this'll be your favorite
destination come lunch time.

Right on schedule.
And you brought me a customer.

- It's a future renter.
- Well, possible future renter.

- Can I get you any?
- No, no.

Caffeine makes me a different person.
Appreciate the offer, though.

So you say you walk this whole place
every two hours?

That's quite a workout.

My wife calls it low-impact aerobics
or some shit like that.

It takes about 45 minutes,
give or take a smoke break.

Well, we all have our vices.

So... how'd you like the building?

It's perfect.

Great.

- Thanks a lot.
- Mm-hm.

Rita, I think something's
wrong with Harrison.

I know that cry.

Someone's wet, isn't he?

Good. I thought it was me.

Oh, no.

No, Harrison loves his Aunt Deb.

- Can I ask you something?
- I don't do diapers.

Did Dexter tell you he kept his apartment?

What the fuck?

Are you kidding?

- He told me he got rid of it.
- Me too.

Just thought he might have...
said something

since you two are so close.

Not a word.

God, it's like a Morgan family curse
or something.

Make the worst choice possible.

At least Dexter's don't get people killed.

You think you're responsible
for Lundy's death?

He never would have been anywhere
near that parking lot if it weren't for me.

Is that why your pain pills are in the trash?

To punish yourself?

What happened to Lundy isn't your fault.
You had no control over it.

This isn't about... choices
or even about you.

Sometimes bad things just happen.

That's the answer to this?

Bad things happen?

Life happens.

I've yet to find Trinity's
signature at any of his crime scenes.

Trinity moves from state to state.

Law enforcement never links his kill cycles
to one another.

Over 30 years of killing.

The cycle, the ritual -

they tell me where Trinity will be,
but I have to know who I'm looking for.

I have to be sure.

Lobby's open 24 hours.

Guard on duty.
Too much foot traffic.

- Trinity'd have to choose another floor...
- Ooh! Sorry.

Bus number 432.

Male. Maybe 6'4". 190 to 200 pounds.

Age - around 60.

Hair - gray.

Eyes - blue.

Something in them.

Lundy saw a ghost.

OK, listen up, everyone.

I just got word
there was a shooting at a motel.

You all need to get there
as soon as possible, guys.

Quinn's already en route.
Angel, you're with me.

Masuka, grab your stuff.

- What's going on?
- Motel shooting.

Body's a match for Johnny Rose.

- I'm going with you.
- You can't work this. You're next of kin.

I've got it.

Let's just hope Deb
is finally gonna get some justice.

That's the plan.

Karma - what a fuckin' concept.

Uno, dos, tres.

The first bullet didn't quite make her point.

We've got Nikki Wald cornered

in the alley behind Al's Liquor Store.

Let's go.

Prick!
Son of a bitch!

What do we got?

Found her in the alley.
Altered, agitated.

Every time we get near,
the gun goes up.

- We good?
- Yeah.

Why? Why?

- Nikki!
- Damn it!

He fuckin'...
He fuckin' cheated on me!

We need you to put the gun down!

He ruined everything!

You fuckin' ruined everything!

She's wasted.
She doesn't even know where she is.

Cover us.

Nikki! No one's gonna hurt you.
We just want to talk.

The alley's sealed off.
You can't go anywhere.

Did you hear that, Johnny?
What about the boat?

What about Bermuda, Johnny?
Wasn't that the plan?

You piece of shit!

Aargh!

We got 'em, Morgan.

- Got who?
- Nikki Wald and Johnny Rose.

Well, we got Nikki.
Johnny's on his way to the morgue.

- What happened?
- She fuckin' shot him. Long story. Look...

I know this doesn't change what happened,
but hopefully you'll find some peace of mind

- knowing this thing's over.
- Yeah. Peace of mind.

I gotta take this skank down to Booking.
Congratulations, partner.

Such a waste.

Lundy, those other tourists.
For what? A boat to Bermuda?

Hell hath no fury
like a meth addict scorned.

Your office, Lieutenant.

- Was... Was that a smile?
- I don't know.

Congratulations, Maria. That was
really good police work out there today.

Thanks.

But it was Sergeant Batista's
good police work.

Yes.

Well...
I know he's an asset to your team,

but this department can't risk
a defense attorney

turning your romantic involvement
into a courtroom sideshow

- every time you work a case together.
- What are you saying?

I am saying I need you to transfer
Sergeant Batista out of Homicide.

Tom... this is bullshit!

We followed protocol.
Christ, he made this bust.

Which is why I'm going to make sure
that Sergeant Batista gets a promotion

along with his transfer.

Have the papers on my desk by Monday.

Sergeant.

Fuck. What is it?

While everyone's chasing their tails
over Nikki Wald,

I'm going after the man
who really shot my sister.

In a few hours, the enigma that is Trinity
will be on my table.

A riddle wrapped in plastic.

- Morgan.
- I need to see you.

I'm kinda in the middle of something.

- Can it wait?
- No.

Well, I'm way over
on the other side of town.

- It'll take me at least an hour to get there.
- I'm not home.

I'm where Frank was shot.

You can't even see our blood.

It's like it never happened.

- Deb?
- What the fuck's your problem?

I got here as fast as I could.

You have everything, and you're doing
your goddamn best to throw it all away.

- Rita told you about the apartment.
- What the fuck were you thinking?

You have to make this right.

- I'm not sure I know how.
- Then figure it out.

- I'm the fuck-up in the family, not you.
- Don't say that.

You have a choice.

To be a good husband,
to be a good father.

I know.

It's just, uh...

Sometimes I feel trapped.

By what?

Great kids?

A wife who adores you?

Yesterday... I had Lundy and Anton.

And now they're gone because of me.

You didn't do anything wrong.

It doesn't matter what I do...

or what I choose.

I'm what's wrong.

There's nothing I can do about it.

If I'm not hurting myself,
I'm hurting everyone around me.

There's nothing I can do about it.

I'm...

I'm broken!

I'm...

No, you're not.

I am.

- Why don't we go back to the house?
- Don't! Don't.

I need to be here.

Where Lundy died!

I can't do a fucking thing about it!

My sister doesn't deserve
to be in this kind of pain.

But I know who does.

Trinity hurt my sister
and I'm going to hurt him back,

and it's going to feel...

Uh-oh.

Your manager let me in.

He had no idea we were married.

Funny thing is,
I'm beginning to wonder myself.

Rita, you're upset.

I actually convinced myself that
by coming here this would all make sense.

Why it was so important
that you keep this place a secret.

As I was coming over here,
all I could think about...

that you were using drugs again...

- that you were having an affair again.
- That will never happen.

I went through your cabinets,
rifled through your desk...

looking for anything that would explain

what would be so horrible

that my husband would have
to keep a place to hide it from me

or his own sister.

And?

I was gonna break the lock,
but I was too scared of what I might find.

And you know why?

'Cause you put me in this position, Dexter.

This is not the type of person or wife
that I want to be.

You really want to know what's inside?

Yes.

It was Harry's.

I wasn't comfortable having it in the house
with the kids, so I kept it here.

See? I have nothing to hide.

Except for the syringes,
scalpels, and bone saw

hidden in that secret drawer underneath.

Nothing to hide?

Like your car accident
and your concussion and this apartment?

The most disturbing thing
about your lying is that...

I'm beginning to see
just how good you really are at it.

You should sleep here tonight.

When you're ready to come home,

we have a lot of work to do
if this marriage has any hope.

- Hey. Pulling an all-nighter?
- Yep. No rest for the wicked.

- Have a good one.
- Always do.

It's almost poetic - one serial killer
ending the 30-year reign of another.

Trinity could be anywhere in this building.

I've gotta get to the
security surveillance room.

Hm. Where's that security guard?

He was here last night.

I've been so focused on Trinity,
I've neglected who his victim might be.

The bludgeoning victim 30 years ago,
didn't he have two kids?

It's the security guard.

If he's here...

Then where's Trinity?

Aargh!

Take the bait. Take the bait.

Oh, no! Please!

I'm a father!

- You were no father.
- Aargh!

- Aargh!
- You made me...

You made me...

The recording disc is gone.

Where are you, Trinity?

Oh, my God.

You made me do this!

Trinity.

Shit.

The elevators aren't moving.
He's using the stairs.

Which one?

I can't risk picking the wrong exit
and miss Trinity.

His car has to be here.

No way I lose you again, Trinity.

The Miami nobody sees.

He's scurrying back
to whatever hole he crawled out of.

The lone wolf thinks this is over.

Asshole!

What the hell's he doing?

Where are you going, Trinity?

Stay with him.

He's not getting away.

He doesn't belong here.
It doesn't make sense.

Hi, honey.

Mmm. Missed you.

Hey, kids!

Daddy!

Hey, Dad!

Lundy was wrong.

I was wrong.

Neither of us knew pieces of the puzzle
were missing.

Trinity's a husband...

a father.

He's...

like me.