All language subtitles for Dexter_ New Blood 1x07 - Skin of Her Teeth (English)

Previously on Dexter: New Blood...

- License and registration.
- Yes, mistress.

Officer. Sorry.

- The one for Dexter Morgan.
- _

I couldn't be Dexter Morgan anymore.

- He was cursed.
- How can I ever trust

whoever the fuck you are?

Who could've found me out?

'Sup, Big Guy?

And I've saved the best for last.

The Bay Harbor Butcher.

This is serial killer 101.

Lure potential victim out to the sticks.

It's not like it'd be my fault
if Molly were to disappear.

Matt's hiding out in here.

Dumb kid must've left.

- We might as well take off as well.
- Wow.

Never a good idea to kill

the family member of a serial killer.

- Uh, hi, Mrs. Bishop.
- That's Chief Bishop.

I ran into Kurt. He told me he
needed someone to do odd jobs.

I don't always get the
best feeling from Kurt.

Kurt pushed us to keep the search going.

He did until he didn't. And that
was what day? Clarke Caves.

Teddy, get in here now! It's Iris.

Oh!

My son's dark side makes
a very public appearance.

It's Jim. You okay?

I don't need Jim.

I need Dexter Morgan.

We have an hour till Teddy
gets back with the cavalry.

I know there's not much to go on,
but that's where you come in.

Dexter Morgan.

Forensics expert from Miami Metro?

He owes me.

So, what do you see?

You're lucky the cold kept
her somewhat preserved.

Semi-mummified. Otherwise,
you'd just be looking at bones.

Yeah, real lucky.

May I?

She was shot from behind.
Probably with a rifle.

From a distance. The
bullet came through here.

She wasn't shot here.
There's not enough blood.

Likely she was dragged and buried after.

You can test the dirt and you'll see.

What else?

Tell me. I can handle it.

She was still alive when she was buried.

The weight of the rocks
held her down, but she...

she tried to dig herself out.

- Hey. I can stop.
- No,

I-I don't need your comfort.

I need you to fucking find something,

so I can take down the
asshole who did this to Iris.

Okay.

What are you doing?

Huh.

Just hold this.

See this? I think this is human skin.

- She bit her attacker.
- Sounds like Iris.

It's a long shot, but you could
send this in for processing.

There's a slight chance there's
enough DNA to reveal the killer.

I'll call the county coroners.

Push through a rush test.

Temper your expectations.
She's been here a long time.

Twenty-five years.

It's a small sample.

Unless whoever did this
is already in the system,

there may not be enough left

to test it against multiple subjects.

Well, I only need enough for one.

- You have a suspect?
- I have... a theory.

Okay.

My sister used to test
out her theories on me,

to see if they had legs.

Plus, you know I can keep a secret.

Fine.

Kurt Caldwell.

Of course.

He knew her?

I don't know, but Kurt lied about
Matt popping his head up.

So far, we've found no trace
of him besides Kurt's word.

No phone records, nothing.

- Why would he lie?
- He wanted to call off the search

right as we were set to come here.

To this cave.

He didn't want you to find her.

You think it's got legs?

And arms, and a body,

and an isolated cabin in the woods.

We'll find out soon enough.

Thanks... Dexter.

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If Angela's right, and this is Kurt...

... I have to wonder, how many
other of his victims are out there?

How many parents with missing children

looking for answers
they don't want to hear?

And most importantly, where
does Kurt's journey end?

With Angela and the police?

Or with me and my kill table?

Hey. I made breakfast.

Both pretty hungry, I guess.

Just trying to bulk up for wrestling.

So, what do you got going on today?

Same. School, practice.

Gonna miss dinner, though.
Today's my first shift

- at the Truck Stop.
- You know how I feel about that.

You know how I feel about that.

- Thanks for breakfast.
- You bet.

He's drifting further
and further toward Kurt.

- Who is probably a murderer.
- Yeah, and so are you.

Well, that's...

... fair.

Kill him.

If I kill Kurt, that's
just another secret.

Kurt suddenly disappears,
Harrison is crushed.

He never finds out who Kurt really was.

The kid has already had too many losses.

- One more could just push us further apart.
- So, what? You do nothing?

Angela's already gunning for Kurt.

She's building a case.

Once she arrests him, it's all over.

Harrison will see who Kurt really is.

In the meantime,

I'll make sure Harrison is safe.

Yeah. Good call.

Leave it to the police to handle.

What could possibly go wrong?

There's something you should know.

You didn't think to
mention this earlier?

Molly asked me not to.

I figured it was her decision.

Now, after this morning,

I don't know, the whole
thing just seems off.

Okay, tell me exactly what happened.

Molly approached Kurt at The Tavern.

She was asking a lot of questions.

And he told her that Matt
was holed up in a cabin,

way out here in the woods.

That he'd never even gone to New York.

You heard him say that?

Crystal clear.

I just wanted to make sure she was okay,

so I followed them out here.

Kurt was selling her on
some exclusive interview,

but the minute I showed up, he cut bait.

I know this town better than anyone.

So how come I never heard of this place?

I kind of forced my way in,
but the room was empty.

No Matt.

A secret cabin in the woods.

Luring a young woman out here alone.

What if Iris was just the first?

You're the expert.

Looks like he moved something
heavy since last night.

Did you hear that?

That the sound of you
not needing a warrant?

Bleach.

Never a good sign.

Could've been a struggle.

Son of a bitch.

Holy shit, it's been totally stripped.

There was a door here,
locked from the outside.

There was a camera up
there in that corner.

There was a bed.

It was like a fully equipped
motel room or something.

What the fuck?

Only someone with something to hide

goes to these kind of extremes.

We'll search every landfill and
dumpster in a hundred-mile radius.

Got to get rid of his shit somewhere.

- He's a step ahead.
- No, he's not. We are.

He doesn't know we found Iris.

So your entire case hinges
on a 25-year-old DNA sample

that your boyfriend found illegally?

Yup.

It's looking more and
more like Deb's right.

I may have to kill him.

Uh, hey, I'll-I'll catch
you later, okay?

- Hey.
- Hey.

I was gonna ask if you wanted to
hang out sometime over break.

Uh, maybe I could finally
hear some of your songs.

Actually, I should lie low.

My mom was pissed
about you staying over.

Oh, I-I hope I didn't
get you in trouble.

No, it-it's all good.

Well, if it's all good, let's hang out.

A-Audrey, I, um... I-I like you.

And-and I thought you liked me, too.

I do.

Last night, you broke that kid's elbow.

He tapped out, but you kept going.

You know what? Uh, forget I asked.

I-I'm gonna be really busy
this weekend anyway.

- Harrison...
- I-I got to go.

I'm used to being the predator,

but now I'm the protector.

Funny what fatherhood'll do to you.

Here you go.

- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.

- Hey. Look at you.
- What are you doing here?

I just wanted to visit my son at work.

Show some support.
First jobs can be stressful.

Especially when your
boss is a serial killer.

You told me not to take the job.

Maybe I was wrong.
This coffee ain't half bad.

I... got to get back,
before someone notices.

On the house.

That's kind of you.

So, Jimbo, what brings you
down to my neck of the woods?

Well, it's my son's
first job. Big occasion.

Warrants a celebration, don't you think?

- Mm.
- Mmm.

Yummy.

Hard worker, your son.

It's a horrible job, though.

Especially in the winter.
But for some reason,

he wants to be here,
freezing his ass off,

instead of at home.

You seem to have the same
problem with your own son.

Always disappearing into the night.

Mm.

Did Molly ever get that
interview, by the way?

I don't know about you,
but I would love to hear

Matt's side of the story.
I bet it's good.

You know, there was a time

when I thought you and I
would be great friends.

We do seem to have a lot in common.

You were really there for me
when Matt went missing.

Let us use your home and
your land for the search.

Except you kill innocent women,

and I kill guys like you.

And there was that time

outside The Tavern, when you
picked me up in your truck.

It was snowing, remember?

To think, I was gonna
drive home in that.

I probably wouldn't have made it.

But thank God you showed up.

Almost like it was... fate.

Looks like good news
in the DNA department.

Hey, Chief.

Nice surprise. What can I do for you?

- Get up.
- Excuse me?

Do what she says.

Okay, Coach.

Kurt Caldwell,

you're under arrest for the
murder of Iris Broussard.

Who? Okay. Hey, hey, okay.

Hey, take it easy.
Everything's gonna be okay.

I'm sure this will all
get straightened out.

Don't worry. Don't worry.

All right. Okay.

Coach?

- Coach? What the hell?
- Yeah, right?

Smile for the camera, Kurt.

We fucking did it. Holy shit.

Okay.

Uh, uh, w-what can I do?
Where can I set up?

I mean, you should have,
like, at least called me.

Or, you know, sent me a text. "OTW.

Uh, handcuff emoji, Kurt."

- Excuse me?
- We are a team.

We keep each other in the loop.

Like you kept me in the loop
about Kurt's secret cabin?

You know, the one you visited
while you were interviewing him

behind my back?

I can see how that looks bad,

but you know, you and
I have different tactics.

- You knew that from the beginning.
- I explicitly asked you

to stay away from Kurt.

You could have blown up this
entire investigation for what?

A fucking podcast?

We're done here.

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I hate the view from the cheap seats.

This you?

She looks brand-new. Nice job.

If this all looks good to you,
I'm think I'm gonna head out.

Hey, I-I got a 20.

Help me move some cargo?

Sure.

Come on.

You know, this is clearly a mistake.

I mean, I've never, ever in my
life been involved in murder,

and I think deep down, you know that.

I have no idea who this girl is.

Well, now I know you're lying.

You were living in Iron Lake
when Iris disappeared.

You must have seen these.
They were everywhere.

- _
- I personally restocked them

at the Truck Stop where
you ate every day.

Oh, of course.

This is your friend. That's right.

- The girl who ran away.
- She didn't run away.

She was murdered.

That's terrible news,
but I do not understand

why you think that I would be involved.

- What time did Matt call you?
- What?

The night he suddenly turned
up safe, out of nowhere?

- Why?
- It's important.

Uh, I don't know. Eight, nine?

Did he FaceTime your
cell or your computer?

I was at home.

Your records show no
incoming calls from Matt.

On your computer or your cell.

In fact, there are no
incoming calls from anyone

on either line at all that night.

None at your office at
the Truck Stop, either,

just in case you were
about to lead me there.

Matt never called you.

I don't understand how this is relevant.

Well, neither did I.

Why would you lie?

What reason could you possibly have

to fabricate a call with your son?

Why call off a search if the missing
person hadn't been found?

Unless you knew where
the search was going next

and you were so afraid
of what we would find

that you'd sacrifice your own son.

Well, that is one wild,
elaborate theory, Chief.

Have you ever been
inside the Clarke Caves?

Sure. You know, as a kid.

Couple times. Got high there.

I mean, not since I left school.

How did you get that scar?

Uh, I work with my hands.

Listen, sweetheart,
I feel for you. I do.

You must be devastated.

She was your friend and you're
looking for someone to blame.

But you are not thinking straight.

A mistake like this could
cost you your job.

- I'm worried about you.
- You should be worried about yourself.

Because we found DNA
evidence on Iris's body

that proves everything.

We've tested it against yours.

I never consented to a sample.

You already gave us a swab, remember?

During the search for
your missing... or,

as you now claim... found son.

It was a match.

I want to talk to my lawyer.

You're Harrison, right?

Yeah. Why?

Give this to your dad, okay?

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm gonna go clean up.

Okay.

You know, you can't just
show up at my work like that.

I get that you're worried about me,
but I can take care of myself.

I know.

Uh, um... almost forgot.

What's this?

Uh, one of the truckers gave it to me.

- Said it was for you.
- Who was it?

I'd never seen him before.

Uh, must've been one of Kurt's guys.

What the fuck is this?

What's your game, Kurt?

Miriam.

Come see.

Oh. Oh...

Oh...

You have him now. Make him pay.

This is my life. A wolf among sheep.

Hello!

You're free! Come on!

Go. Come on.

Mrs. Gross's sheep got out again.

Old Man Turner's liable to shoot 'em

if they wander onto his property.

Fifteen minutes, tops.

I hear ya.

Teddy? You here?

No one here but me.

And you.

How'd you get in?

Stay away from my son.

That means you, your
employees... or minions

or whatever the fuck they are...

and whoever gave Harrison that envelope.

Is that really why you're here?

Curiosity?

You want to know what
was in that envelope?

'Cause I've heard this whole
song and dance before.

Harrison's almost grown.
You can't control him...

- Or me.
- Don't you get it?

You're the one behind bars.
You don't have any power.

Not anymore.

What, this?

This situation is temporary.

I saw what you are.

With my own eyes.

You think you can get rid of everything?

Something always gets left behind.

You're right.

Something always gets left behind.

We can never erase all of our sins.

Not even fire will do that.

Hey, Jim, you remember that
night that you picked me up

in front of The Tavern?
Gave me a ride home?

It was snowing, right?

Funny thing was... when I got home?

Wasn't snow on my jacket. It was ash.

You think you know everything,

but I know one thing you don't.

Titanium doesn't melt.

Fascinating.

Thanks for the science lesson.

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Almost like it was...

fate.

He knows.

Kurt sent this through
Harrison to prove a point.

He's got reach, even from behind bars.

He knows I killed his son.

If it were me,

I'd definitely want revenge.

Heading to work?

- Yup.
- Need a ride?

I'm good.

Come on.

A ride? That's it?

You're not gonna give me any grief?

That's it.

Kurt's cracking.

His lawyer is definitely upset.

We got him.

Against my advice and counsel,

Mr. Caldwell wants to make a statement.

Guess he's got a guilty conscience.

Call the D.A. She's gonna
want to see this herself.

My dad, Roger, uh, was a drunk.

Abusive. He used to knock
my mom around. Uh...

She would get restraining
orders against him,

but it never seemed to do any good.

So eventually, she, uh,
packed up and left town.

Only she forgot to take
me with her, I guess.

Um... after-after my mom left,

my dad would take me on the road.

Said it was, um, said it was
cheaper than a babysitter

and that I would learn more
than I learned in school,

but really the only thing I learned

was that he was a bigger
asshole than I thought.

He used to pick up women.

"Lot Lizards," he called them.

Working girls.

Uh, he'd bring them back to the truck

while I was supposed to be asleep.

? As I walk along, I wonder ?

- ? A-what went wrong with our love ?
- He liked to slap them around.

Fuck them up pretty bad, actually.

He was just so angry
that my mom had left.

And he knew that they
would never call the cops,

'cause even if they did,
he'd be long gone.

? While our hearts were young ?

After they left, they were
bruised and crying and...

? Tears are fallin' and I feel a pain ?

And I was just a little kid.

I lived in fear that he would
turn on me like that.

This is all very sad, but
we're here about Iris.

Uh... yeah. Sure.

Sorry, uh...

Uh, right. So, I...

I had my own truck routes by then,

and, uh, every time that our
schedules would overlap,

uh, my dad would insist
that I buy him a meal.

Because he said I owed him.

So, uh, that night, we
had dinner together.

And afterward, I was
gassing up my truck,

and that's when I saw her.

Your friend, Iris.

Walking alone.

And I saw her get in
the truck with my dad.

He was in such a foul mood.

I really should've said
something to her.

I should have stopped her.

? Until then I'll always be ?

Hey.

? Devoted to you ?

I'm Kurt.

Iris.

Where you headed?

Away.

And they drove off and
that's the last I saw of her.

I guess I hoped that
that's all it was, right?

Just a ride, you know?

You know, it's rough out there.

Young girl like you shouldn't be alone.

I wasn't supposed to be alone.

I was supposed to be
with my best friend.

Ex-best friend.

- I should take you home.
- Fuck you.

I don't want to go home.

You have no idea what
happens to girls out there.

No one to protect them, keep them safe.

- You don't want that life.
- I'm not going back.

- If you won't give me a ride...
- Hey, hey.

- ... then let me the fuck out.
- Stay in here!

Fucking bitch!

I'm trying to help you.
Don't you fucking understand?

Yeah, and everybody in town said

that, uh, you know, she had run off.

And I-I guess I wanted
to believe that, too.

That she had started
a new life somewhere.

He did this.

That DNA you found, that's my dad's.

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

I'm sorry, Angela.
I should've said something.

I had no idea he was capable.

I mean, I have been living with...

You have been living with this?

What about Miriam? What about me?!

The test said there's a
67% chance that it is him.

Which leaves 33% reasonable
doubt it isn't him.

More than enough for any jury to acquit.

- Here you go, Mr. Caldwell.
- No hard feelings, kid.

It's your boss that owes me the apology.

We have to follow where
the evidence points, sir.

It was a righteous arrest.
We got the truth.

- Finally.
- Yes, you did, didn't you?

You know, we could've spared
you the inconvenience

if you had come forward
all those years ago.

Not to mention the victim's family...

Sorry for your loss.

This is a game of chess.

Every time Kurt makes a move,

he wants you to think you're ahead.

But you're not.

He's always got a plan.

That screw is a loose end.

I hate loose ends.

Surgical screws come in sets.

Kurt's office is as good a
place as any to start looking.

Elric Kane. $5,000.

Who the hell is Elric Kane?

And what does he owe Kurt?

Have you heard?

- Kurt's been released.
- Holy shit. That's great!

- Yep.
- I was so scared.

- I'm gonna have to kill him.
- I knew it couldn't...

? All I want is you ?

Logan called.

He thought you might need a friend.

Which I know I'm not.
Not after what I pulled.

But... I figured someone
was better than no one.

Oh. No, thank you.

I was so sure it was him.

I don't know. Maybe it is the dad.

I don't know what to believe,

what to tell her mom.

In my job, you learn to live with...

unsatisfying endings.

You know, because
sometimes it is an accident

or there is no motive

or the killer is dead by
the time you catch up.

What matters, Angela,
is that you did the work.

And you can't blame
yourself for anything else.

I was supposed to go with her.

We had a plan.

She was pissed when I backed out.

She said I was a poser.

If I'd gone with her, she'd be safe.

No. Or you'd both be dead.

I thought that finding Iris
would make up for it all.

But I don't feel better.

I just fucking miss her.

Shots?

Look, at the very least,
know that you're not alone.

I mean, I got some really
creepy vibes from Kurt, too.

It's the kind that I tell my
listeners to run away from

as fast as they can.

- But you didn't run.
- Mm-mm.

I didn't have to.

You know, luckily, Jim showed up

at just the right time to save my ass.

Which, in retrospect, is also weird.

Yeah, his excuse about checking
on the cabin was weak.

Uh, he followed you there.

- That's creepy.
- He overheard you and Kurt

talking about Matt.

He said something didn't sit right.

That doesn't make sense.

No, Kurt and I were sitting at the bar,

and Jim was actually
sitting at this table.

I mean, can you hear what Brian
and Fred are fighting about

from over here?

Neither can I.

Unless...

I'll take a pastrami on rye.

- You want fries with that?
- Yeah.

Let's live dangerously.

He charged his phone.

Left it next to us
while we were talking.

He could've recorded us.

- Why would he record you?
- Fuck if I know.

Yeah, you're right.

It's too weird.

But it was also weird that
he was eating pie with Kurt

after he knew Kurt was my prime suspect.

Okay, now I'm thoroughly confused.

What? Okay.

First Kurt is creepy and now Jim.

If he wasn't your boyfriend,

I would totally do a deep dive.

But it's not like he's
hiding anything from you.

I mean, you're the chief of police.

Hey, shit stain.

Yeah, you.

You know our captain's
out for the fuckin' season

'cause of you, right?

How do you feel now, tough guy?

What the fuck?

- You psycho!
- Hey! That's enough.

Goddamn it! Leave me alone!

I can't.

Why?

I just want to talk.

Why? So you can call me a psycho, too?

Fuck it. You were right.

You were right before,

and-and you're right now.

- Right about what?
- I'm fucked-up.

I-I'm fucked-up, and I always have been.

You're not.

I always had bad dreams.

Nightmares.

When I listened to that podcast...

it all came flooding back.

They weren't nightmares.

They were real.

I remember everything.

There, there.

Daddy will be home soon.

I'm so fucking angry.

I think about it all the time.

Hurting people.

Doing what he did to Mom.

You've always known, haven't you?

That's why you left.

- Harrison...
- No.

Yo, Scott!

- Let me get a ride.
- Harrison!

Hey!

Shit.

Damn it.

I was wrong.

I have to tell Harrison everything.

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