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No! No! No...

You're going?

You're my C.I.

- And I'm married.
- Harry?

You're back.

- What are you doing up?
- I'm pregnant.

What do you think?

I think it's wonderful.

- Aaron?
- Becca?

Have you seen the news?

I'm a little busy.

- Too busy for your son?
- That's not fair.

Nelson's been to see...

Don't say that prick's name to me.

- He's my fiancé.
- He's a fucking homewrecker!

Stop playing the fucking victim...

They'll be in there a while.

Going on double dates together, my brother and my bestie?

Of course I'll have to bag a boyfriend of my own.

Call me sometime.

Ladies!

Need a lift?

My mom got it for me last week.

First one off the lot.

Shoot.

We're all out of room.

This is bullshit.

Levi was with me that night.

You ever seen this woman before?

She was totally stoned.

Obviously lying.

Willfully disregarding a good-faith alibi

constitutes suppression of evidence.

Case dismissed.
You're free to go.

What happened with Levi Reed this morning

was a major fuckup.

I saved your job.

You're gonna be working the bottom of the homicide list

with LaGuerta until this cools down.

No! Let me go! No!

I want to go home!

I will not stop until Jimmy

has been safely returned to his family.

If you do not release him,

you will pay the ultimate price.

Put your shoes on.

We're already late.

I mean it.

In the car now.

And please turn that thing down.

It's driving me nuts.

Oranges.

Seat belt on.

Talking to no one.

Shit.

Mom?

Mom! Help!

What?

You were taking too long.

Tomorrow night,

you'll drive me and Sofia.

We'll meet Gio at the restaurant.

A double date.

You can't wear those Dickies

or Dockers or whatever the fuck they're called.

Dad says I look fine.

If looking like a goddamn plumber

is fine, then go on ahead.

But you've got to have something better than that.

Wait, what are you doing?

Raiding your fucking closet, dingus!

I need you to look good.

You're gonna be meeting Gio for the first time.

I can't have you looking like some...

- weirdo fucking jizz-bot.
- What?

Somewhere out there

a grandfather is looking for his vest.

Put 'em on.

The thing is,

I actually like this guy.

So don't embarrass me.

I need him to think that I'm cool.

And that my family is cool.

Put that on.

Tomorrow night,

act normal.

You know... cool.

And don't, under any circumstances,

be yourself.

Not a problem.

Perfect.

Guys in plaid make Sofia wet.

Some kind of weird lumberjack fetish she has going on.

She'll love it, but more importantly,

she'll love you in it.

Time for work.

We got a new crime scene.

Why does there always seem to be

a dead body more important than me?

When do I get to meet this, Gio fella?

Never.

Keep an eye on her.

Report back on the boyfriend.

Let's get to work.

We've interviewed people in and around the building.

No one recognizes the victim.

Another loner.

Thank you.

Detective Morgan.

You get demoted, and as punishment,

you're assigned to me?

I'm here to help however I can.

Whatcha got?

No drug paraphernalia.

No signs of use.

No track marks.

No defensive wounds.

No skin under the fingernails.

Ligature marks on the wrists.

Previous injuries, likely self-inflicted.

Bruising on the upper biceps.

Like he was held against his will.

The murder weapon.

It's a plastic bag, Dexter.

No.

It's two.

Second bag?

The victim must've fought back the first time.

Tore a hole in the bag so he could breathe.

Then he used the second bag to finish the job.

No.

His hands were tied.

The killer removed the binds before he left.

So if the victim couldn't have removed them himself,

then who poked a hole in the first bag?

Stop.

He wanted to savor the kill.

Make it last longer.

Even brought a spare bag like it was part of the plan.

What are you doing?!

He wanted to see the fear in the victim's eyes

as he died.

It was pleasurable for him.

That's a weird way to put it.

I see similarities.

To what?

What if this victim

and the last two we found...

the one in Overtown and the sex worker in Coconut Grove...

what if they're all connected?

They were all killed in different ways.

Gunshot, suffocation,

now asphyxiation.

There's no consistent M.O.

the method isn't consistent because

the killer's still learning what he enjoys.

How he likes to kill?

Each kill has been more refined.

More...

...intimate.

It's...

...evolving.

These could all be coincidences.

Muggings gone wrong.

None of the victims were robbed.

Now the FBI

defines a serial killer

as someone who's killed three times.

I believe this kill might make number three.

It's an interesting theory, Dexter,

but I don't think it has legs.

Not yet.

Let the detectives build the case.

You stick to gathering evidence.

God!

God.

What is it?

Feel like I should be going.

I'm sure she's

wondering where I am.

I never thought I'd be the other woman.

And I don't feel good about it.

This thing...

I didn't expect it, either.

Didn't you?

Those two things

led to another.

So what's next then?

We should probably

stop doing this

with the baby coming so soon.

I meant with the case.

It's been nearly a year.

When are you gonna let me off the hook?

A little longer.

I'm starting to doubt you mean it.

We've almost gathered

enough evidence to put Estrada away.

His whole organization.

We need you to get a meeting with him.

Then we can close this case once and for all.

I'm gonna get you out soon.

I promise.

You have to trust me.

Go home to your wife.

Levi Reed would make kill number three for me.

He deserved to die.

Because of Harry's mistake in court,

he slipped through the cracks.

But there was no doubt.

He fit the Code.

Still, a part of me knew,

with this kill being number three...

...that it was a big decision.

- What you got there, Dexter?
- Nothing.

Printer ate it up.

Any fun plans for the night?

I have a friend in town. Gonna show him around.

Boys' night out.

Excuse me.

Sanders.

He's

I'll let him know.

Damn it!

Here she comes.

Thank God you're

This is your fault.

You need to back away.

You realize Becca was left tied and gagged

in the garage for hours?

Because you're the one

- living in my goddamn house.
- You knew

that they targeted the kids of public officials,

and then you went on national television and threatened them?

I am doing my job.

None of this would've happened

- if you hadn't played the...
- None of this would've happened

had you not been fucking my wife

behind my back for the last 14 years.

- You...
- Stop!

- No.
- Captain!

Back up! Captain.

Becca.

This is important,

and I need you to think.

There was one man.

You're sure about that?

I think so.

You think so? Or you know?

He was behind me.

I couldn't see.

Can you describe him?

Describe him how?

Was he short? Tall?

What was he wearing?

Did he smell like cigarettes?

- What race was he?
- He was wearing a mask.

I saw him for a second

before he...

Anything you recall? Even...

- Stop.
- Even his shoes

could make a difference between finding Nicky and...

Stop.

I should've protected him.

This is my fault.

Find him.

Please.

Find him.

Let me give you a minute.

Aaron.

I heard.
How you holding up?

Say the words,

I got your back.

Thanks.
You know you'd be

my right-hand man if it wasn't for the...

Mayor's orders.

What are you thinking, Aaron?

First Judge Powell, now me?

Think Nelson's right. This job is a fucking hazard.

Nobody said it wasn't.

We need guys like you,

taking these assholes down, keeping people safe.

If we didn't, God knows what they'd get away with.

I'm gonna find this son of a bitch,

and make him pay for what he's done.

We're gonna get your boy back, Aaron.

All right?

Levi Reed was a big dude.

If I was gonna take him down, I had to get this right.

And this stalking thing was new to me.

Virgin, OK?

But it was also exciting.

Cheers.

Watching Levi when he wasn't slaughtering families...

He seemed almost...

One, two, three.

...normal.

You hit it, see?
Look it.

Did these moves actually work on women?

Asked and answered.

Guys like Levi were creatures of habit.

Animals that relied on their base desires

and instincts.

I had to find a way to use that to my advantage.

Let's celebrate.

I want to have fun.

Good.

Levi Reed liked

to leave his mark on the world.

My own ritual was growing.

Evolving.

Hang on. Dex.

What's the Morgan family up to this weekend?

Gene and I were gonna take the boat out.

You want to come with?

Wish I could,

but Deb and I have a double date.

Dexter.

I'm so glad you're putting yourself out there.

If you ever want to borrow the boat,

it's a great way to show a girl a good time.

Everything all right?

Thinking about Nicky.
Poor kid.

Out there all alone, enduring God knows what.

We have ten days.

With the Powell boy,

it was 12 days before the body showed up.

Finger on day four, body on day 12.

We're not certain that they're connected,

and even if they are,

we're not gonna let it get that far.

Not this time.

We're gonna do everything in our power to save that kid.

Justice. We all wanted it.

In our own way.

Break time's over, newbie.

Better get back to it.

He probably wants to show me

some more dubious bodily fluids.

- How are things?
- Listening.

Making my way to the meeting point.

You starting to get excited about the baby?

Doris has got to be close now.

Any day now.

I hope you get your boy.

Me, too.

Okay, I think she's there now.

Quite the operation.

Come inside.

Something we wanted you to see.

Alfredo here

was taking a little something for himself.

Alfredo?

Greedy fingers.

Skimming off the top.

We don't like it when people take money from us.

Fuck.

Tried to deny it, too.

Isn't that right, Alfredo?

It's OK.

All good things...

...must come to an end.

This is what happens to liars, Laura.

Jesus!

Enough about him.

Let's focus on you.

A little something to remember us by.

You heard that.

Are you sure you want to do this?

It'll ruin a year's worth of work.

I can't let her die in there.

Looks like you got yourself a promotion.

Wait, wait,

Now get out of

She's fine. Fuckers let her go.

It was date night,

and I realized

there were some things I couldn't prepare for.

Hi, I'm Gio.

- Sofia.
- Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Heard a lot about you, man.

Nice teeth man.

Thanks.

Sit with Sofia, dipshit.

Thought

if I was on that side, it'd be easier to...

look at you.

Get whatever you want.

Dinner is on me tonight.

Great.

Are we ready to order?

- I think that we need...
- Double bacon cheeseburger

with fries, a side of onion rings,

and an order of the spicy hot wings.

And a large Coke.

I don't like spicy.

You did order for me, too, OK?

That's all for me.

Okay, then.

What about for the rest of you?

Now that you're done stuffing your face,

how about we move on to the Q&A portion of the evening?

Sorry, let me...

How's the internship been?

Pretty good.

Care to elaborate?

I worked a murder case yesterday.

Juicy.

The victim had been suffocated.

Massive retinal hemorrhaging.

Looked like he was gonna bleed out from his eyes.

Edema made his face swell up like a balloon,

and his upper torso was completely blue due to cyanosis.

Like the color of your top, Deb.

Darts?

- Give it to him, Deb.
- Let's go.

- Bull's-eye, bitch.
- Great shot, Deb.

The only thing that could've made it better

is if Tiffany's face was the target.

A fucking men.

It's fine,

- give it another go.
- There's no use,

I suck at this.

One, two, three.

Let me show you how it's done.

My God! It worked!

Maybe I had learned a thing or two from Levi.

- My bad.
- Asshole!

You call that an apology, come mierda?

I'm sorry.
I'll buy her another one.

Let's play out this scenario.

You buy her another drink,

we have to see you again.

Leave.

Nobody messes with my girl.

You can pretend the dartboard

is that guy's face.

Drank too much Coke.
Back in a jiff.

This is the men's room.

I know that.

Maybe you should wash your hands.

There's a whole petri dish of bacteria

on that door handle alone.

Don't worry, I won't be using my hands.

Turns out dating wasn't so complicated.

It was maybe even kind of fun.

Did you lose your...

Car keys?
No. Got 'em right

We need you and your car keys.

We have work to do.

What work?

We're gonna fuck with Tiffany.

I am so psyched.

What?

Hurry up. We don't want to wake Tiffany.

Sorry,

it's not cooperating.

Want me to give it a try?

Way to go.

Do you need us to get you?

I live close by where we're gonna ditch her car.

We can walk back to my place.

Great.

Me and Dex then?

Let's go.

No beauty sleep for Tiff tonight.

Here we go. Safe and sound.

Everything

Do you want to, like,

maybe hang out again tomorrow night?

I can't tomorrow night.

- Killing someone.
- ...bowling.

Bowling?

I'd invite you

but it's a league practice.

You're in a bowling league?

You don't look 45.
Or divorced.

Call me then.

Dating was fun, but it was also exhausting.

She's gonna be freaking out for the next 24 hours.

Better have Mommy call AAA.

What are you doing down there?

- We need a fucking lead.
- Working on it, Captain.

We're re-examining all forensics

in case anything was missed.

Eyes on the prize,

Detective Morgan.

We've got our own cases to solve.

Felix Woodard. 23.

He'd been picked up for petty theft and loitering.

But look right

No next of kin. No friends.

Completely isolated.

Like the other two victims.

Maybe there is something to Dexter's theory.

Two is a coincidence.

Three's a pattern.

You think they're connected?

If we're dealing with a serial killer

he's choosing his victims on purpose.

Because no one will miss them.

I can't go back in there.

I won't come out alive.

These people are serious.

Dead fucking serious.

I want you to get me out.

And don't give me this

"a little longer" bullshit. I am gonna end up dead.

I can keep you safe.

You can't.

You knew the deal you took.

This is how I've been able to keep you

out of jail, at home with the boys.

You think you're the white knight in all of this.

Tell me something,

would you send your wife in there?

- Harry, you got to go.
- Not now.

Now. It's Doris.

Baby's coming.

You're OK?

Yes.

Would you like to meet your daughter?

Come I'll get her head.

There we go.

Little...

She's perfect.

I was thinking of

asking Bobby to be the godfather.

Harry, you're a father again.

You know what that means, don't you?

You need to end it.

Doris...

I've known for a while.

Whoever it is,

you can't see her anymore.

You have to promise me.

I promise.

It's over.

Tonight was the night.

It all came down to this.

Waiting for nature to call.

I had prepared. I was ready.

And nothing was gonna get in my...

Clark.

Dexter.

I was...
out with some friends.

I was taking a walk.

Gorgeous.

Nice.

I got to go pick up a friend.

Catch you tomorrow.

I've been thinking about you, too.

Killing and romance...

Turned out the two had some things in common.

They were both so much about the anticipation.

The buildup.

And then... the happy ending.

What the fuck?

You should thank me. I kind of saved your life.

What?

Do you know who I am?

No. Should I?

I'm Dexter Morgan.
Harry Morgan's son?

Morgan, the cop?

The night you went free, Harry was there.

He was gonna blow your brains out.

Bullshit.

He would've too, if I hadn't been there.

To stop him.

Harry's not that kind of guy.

He couldn't have lived with the guilt

and shame of killing you.

What?
You're Daddy's little henchman?

You do this for him?

Harry did this for me.

He trained me.

Gave me all the skills necessary to make sure

someone like you never hurts anyone ever again.

This whole thing...

...it's kind of
a big deal for me.

Say hello to the people you killed.

Tonight, I become...

a bona-fide serial killer.

Once I kill you, that is.

Strange to think, me...

...a serial killer.

I'm not sure how I feel about it yet.

You're fucking crazy.

Fucking kill you, motherfucker...

Why did you kill them?

You could've robbed them when nobody was home,

but you chose a time when they'd be there.

I wanted to see them beg for their lives.

See the fear in their eyes.

Especially the little ones.

You think you're different from me?

You're not different.

I can read it all over your face.

You love it as much as I do.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I can see some similarities.

But there's a very important difference between you and me.

What's that?

I don't kill innocent people.

Children.

My dad gave me a Code.

I only kill the ones who deserve it.

And you, Levi Reed...

...you deserve it.

For those of you I don't know, I'm Assistant Chief Borlee.

I'm here to assure everyone that the full force

of Miami Metro is behind you.

Are we certain these two cases are connected?

For fuck's sake.

Carl, you have a judge and a police captain

known for being hard on cartels that have been targeted.

Of course they're goddamn connected!

Maybe you should go take a walk? Maybe grab a cup of coffee?

I am not leaving this goddamn room.

What evidence did we find at the crime scene?

We swept the garage and the house.

Whoever did this knew what they were doing.

They didn't leave anything behind.

The entire crime scene was wiped clean.

They even managed to avoid the oil spot on the garage floor.

Aaron, there's nothing to go on.

Run the Powell timeline.

Jimmy Powell was kidnapped

on the way to school on day one.

His severed finger showed up in the parents'

daily mail delivery on day four.

And then on day 12...

You're wasting my time.

- I need leads.
- We might have the lead.

We looked into high-ranking cartel members

that both you and Judge Powell helped put away.

Rafael Campos, head of the Los Tigres cartel.

Doing 25 years for drug trafficking.

You arrested him,

and Judge Powell threw the book at him.

I remember this guy.

We think he might be pulling the strings.

His guys on the street are known for being a young crew.

Extremely violent. Extremely unpredictable.

And we're looking into it.

We're hoping to find an address before Nicky...

stop dancing around the fucking word.

That goes for every one of you.

- Do you understand me?
- Captain.

I know what is at stake

And this...

could happen to Nicky

in the next few days if we don't find him!

Aaron, you need to step out for a sec.

Keep going.

You are too close to this.

Get out of my goddamn precinct. I have work to do.

- You need to take a breath.
- "Take a breath."

- And a step back.
- And a step back?

You have five kids, OK?

Yes.

What would you do?

I'm in no position...

I'm right in the fucking thick of it.

My son got snatched from me.

From everything that he knows. And he's out there somewhere.

Scared shitless. And that's killing me.

Emotions can be a distraction in an investigation.

Do you think I'm gonna do something

- to jeopardize this...
- you know this, Aaron.

I'm the last person to fuck this up,

because if I do, my son dies.

Harry, I'm getting pretty sick of people offering me coffee.

How about something a little stronger?

This is all my fault.

Isn't it?

I didn't do enough to keep him safe.

It's hard being a father.

Impossible.

You're always gonna worry about them,

want to make sure they're safe.

That nothing bad will ever happen to them.

You'd know that more than anybody.

That feeling is never gonna go away.

There's always gonna be some things

that are out of our control.

We can't protect them

from everything.

These guys are the best at what they do, Aaron.

Because of you.

They're gonna get Nicky back.

Let me out of here!
I want to go home!

Levi Reed...

former home invasion killer,

soon to be alligator food.

At least I had settled on the perfect place

to dump the bodies.

That night of my serial killer birthday,

I wondered,
"What if Levi was right?"

We had the same urges.

The same pleasures.

Was my father's Code all that kept me from being...

a real monster?

Stop the car, sir.

Shit.

I need that window down, sir.

I've got a body in the back of the truck.

It's an active crime scene.

There's cops everywhere.

What's your business out here?

What could be worse?