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Previously on Dexter: Original Sin...

Problem?

Yeah, no blood.

So how'd it go yesterday?

It didn't give me the feeling I thought it would.

I heard about some party at Delta Alpha something.

- I'll represent. - One condition.

You take your brother.

- Where's the keg? - We can do better.

Deb!

There was a knife on the bar.

More than anything in my whole life

I wanted to take that knife.

Dad?

The next few days

of Harry's hospitalization were odd.

Why is my father getting worse?

It's never easy seeing a loved one in pain.

I had been hanging around

a real-deal serial killer all this time.

She also had a Dark Passenger.

Harry saw it, too.

Stop...

her.

I'd been waiting to hear those words for so long.

You've earned yourself a job offer, D-Money.

A paid internship.

Dexter. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.

My first day at my first job.

Flush with the glow of my first kill.

I felt...

- high. - Hi.

You know, Dr. Rivas told me

you had the best grades he's ever seen.

Well...

We don't do grades here.

This is the major leagues, Dexter.

There are major consequences.

You make one mistake, and a killer goes free.

She was a woman after my own heart.

You want a tour of Forensics?

I'd love one.

Okay.

Computers, microscopes, uh, lab supplies,

file cabinets,

fax machine.

Boom. Tour's over.

Uh, where's the rest?

Uh, even my college had an ion mobility spectrometer.

Welcome to Miami Metro.

We have the highest murder rate in the country,

and I have to sell a kidney for a box of pens.

But, good news,

you do get one of these bad boys.

Have it on you at all times.

I own you now.

I never liked being kept on a leash.

Well, put me to work, Boss.

Easy, baby tiger.

I need to go follow up on some autopsy results.

Masuka will give you the game plan.

One could only hope my workload would get

more challenging.

Don't touch anything.

What you doing, Dexedrine?

Uh, just not touching anything.

What?

Tanya told me to...

Never mind. Uh, nothing. I-I'm doing nothing.

Well, she's the boss.

Unless she's gone. Then you answer to me.

I'm the number two around here.

So, that makes me the number three?

You're not even a number yet.

Let me go, please.

I want to go home.

No.

Why are you doing this?

No, don't leave me here!

Those kids of yours taking good care of you?

- Too good. - Yeah.

I always thought it would be me to have the heart attack.

Yeah.

Yeah, listen, I faked it

so I could get a break from you knuckleheads.

Oh...

Hey, if you're still hungry after that,

I think there's a pudding cup in the fridge.

You can have it after your nap.

Listen, the doc said I had to give up smoking,

so I had to find something else.

Ah...

Hey, Sarge, have you heard about Judge Powell's kid?

No, what?

Reported missing.

Yeah, feels like a kidnapping, though.

I think it's the cartel.

Powell's put a lot of those bastards away.

Could be payback.

You two are now officially

the new leads on the Estrada case.

Appreciate the opportunity, sir.

Yeah, we'll knock it out the park.

Damn right you will.

Miami is overflowing with cocaine.

If we don't get a handle on this,

we're gonna be in a world of powdered shit.

Now, the department needs

an informant who can gain insight

into the Estrada organization.

We've been unable to flip any of the Colombians, so...

we need a new way in.

Someone who can move up, get an audience with Estrada.

Exactly, but it's gonna be dangerous.

Find someone you can trust.

Captain Spencer.

- Yeah? - Call for you.

I'll take it in my office.

Hey, Dex.

My man. You hard at work already?

No. I-I was, uh, just...

Hey, so, listen, Harry thought he was gonna get a doctor,

but Dex decided to slum it down here

with us chumps instead, huh?

Well, glad to have you, amigo.

I've known this kid ever since he was watching Scooby-Doo

in his jammies, huh?

And lighting fires.

And killing small animals.

All right, listen up. We have a drug-related homicide.

Sounds like an NHI, so, uh,

Watt, Batista, Morgan, it's go time.

Detective Morgan.

Actually, both of you.

Hey, hey.

What?

You know how I feel about you working here,

but ever since you...

did the deed, you seem to be doing great.

So let's think about your future, all right?

Maybe helping putting murderers away will be enough.

Like methadone for a heroin addict.

That's one way to put it.

Though I'm sure most addicts prefer the real thing.

Excited to see some action?

Oh, you bet. Uh, can I ask you a question?

- Claro. - What's, uh, NHI?

It means "no humans involved."

The victim's a human, obviously,

but NHI refers to certain groups:

prostitutes, drug addicts, homeless people.

Actually, that sounds pretty bad when I say it out loud.

♪ Come on, shake your body, baby, do the conga ♪

♪ I know you can't control yourself any longer ♪

♪ Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger ♪

♪ Don't you fight it till you tried it, do that conga beat ♪

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey.

- Official personnel only. - I'm the new forensics intern.

Yeah, not without a laminate, you're not.

This is Sergeant Morgan's son. He's good.

- Thank you. - No worries.

My very first crime scene.

It felt like Christmas morning.

And I had been a good boy.

Morgan. Glad you're here.

You and me both.

This is your first crime scene, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

I remember my first.

My captain,

this big macho putz, was worried

that my weak little lady stomach couldn't handle all the blood.

Ten minutes on the scene, and he was the one blowing chunks.

I'm tiny but mighty. And don't you forget it.

I won't.

Good. Now I've got an important mission for you.

You got something to write on?

Uh, yeah.

I need you to run across the street

and fetch a bunch of coffees.

We need three black, one cream and sugar,

and two just sugar.

Hey, you know, your old man's ticker can't handle caffeine.

Get him a juice box to go with his lollipop.

Oh, and, hey, get me a banana bread slice

with chocolate chips in it.

What? I like sweet things.

I'm a sweet guy.

That's not what I heard from his ex-wife.

It didn't exactly start the way I had hoped.

♪ Step by step ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ Gonna get to you, girl... ♪

How do I look?

Fucking amazing.

Yeah, I'm buying them.

How? They're like 150 bucks.

Fuck you, Scrooge McDuck.

Why'd you let me pay for your Orange Julius?

Hey, you can thank my dear, dead Grandma Elisa.

I pawned one of her old mink coats.

Your parents let you do that?

No, but ever since the divorce, they've been

too far up their own asses to notice anything I do.

My dad and my brother are so far up each other's asses,

they don't even know I exist.

Mm. Speaking of your brother's ass,

have mercy.

Dexter?

Listen, up until a week ago, he was just your cute brother.

But ever since seeing him go all Karate Kid at that party...?

Oh, these-these are perfect for you.

Yeah, fucking right.

Need cash? Just do what I did.

I don't think I have anything I could sell.

I'm sure you can find something lying around that house.

You'd be surprised what people don't miss when it's gone.

♪ Hey, girl, can't you see? ♪

♪ I've got to... ♪

- Uh, Captain? - Oh, here we go, whoa.

- They didn't give you a tray? - Oh, no, they ran out.

Oh, you got the banana bread. Thank you so much.

- Bobby. - No, no, this is me right here.

- Appreciate that. - Thanks, Dex.

Masuka.

Thank you.

Detective.

Gracias.

All right, rookie.

It's time to get your hands dirty.

The checklist.

Skip even one step, and someone dies.

You.

It's a little homicide humor to kick off the day.

Okay.

So, the area's already been secured.

There were no witnesses. The next step: documentation.

A lot of rookies make the mistake

of only focusing on the body.

We need to photograph the entire scene.

Especially any blood.

Spatter matters.

I prefer the spiral method.

You work perimeter to center.

I like to start on the right, head left,

and then back around.

The body was in full rigor,

meaning the killer had struck a minimum of eight hours ago.

Decayed incisors.

Definitely a longtime drug user.

Crack. Cocaine. Maybe both.

Can somebody bag that crack pipe?

The killer must have approached from behind.

The victim startled. He turned around.

Morgan, you get all that?

The killer was here, right in front of the victim.

No exit wound.

Must have used a s-small-caliber pistol.

And when the victim was shot,

his blood spattered through the entry wound

and onto the ground.

Except... where it hit the killer.

You see the void?

Where there's no blood?

That's where the killer was standing.

Batista, come over here.

Morgan, tell Batista what you just told me.

The killer was standing in front of the victim

when he shot him.

You see the void in the blood spatter?

That's where the killer was.

Oye, Captain, Bobby, get a load of this.

Yeah.

Okay, Morgan, tell them your hypothesis.

The killer was right in front of the victim.

The void in the blood spatter is where he was standing.

Well, we've got ourselves

a real blue-chipper here, don't we, boys?

Yeah. I mean, we would've never known

the vic got shot at close range except for the gunpowder burn

in the middle of his forehead.

That's enough, guys.

Dex, let me talk to you for a sec.

Come on.

They're just giving you a hard time

'cause you're the new guy.

Oh.

Weird, but that's okay.

It's gallows humor.

It's the only way we can deal with stuff like this every day.

Makes sense. Doesn't bother me.

Good for you.

Now you just got to join in.

You know? Give 'em a hard time back.

It's like I always taught you.

You got to blend in.

Got it. Blending.

All right, go get to taking some of those crime scene photos.

Hey. You Joe?

Depends who's asking.

I need an eight ball. Good Colombian shit.

Y-You that Joe?

Police! Freeze!

Hands up against the wall. That's it.

Hands up against the wall.

- No. No. - Don't move.

Let me see those hands.

Turn around, put your hands on the wall. Now.

You all right?

- Right there. - Come on. Let's go, let's go.

There you go.

Spread 'em. There you go.

What you got in here?

Huh?

- Look at this. - Ooh, nice.

And bingo.

All right, you're going away for a long time.

Hey.

Okay, you take Ms. Moser.

We'll meet you back at the station.

Don't say a fucking word!

- Hey, get in the car, tough guy. - Fuck you, pig.

Angel, ¿qué tal?

- What's going on? - Buenos días.

Daniel, quiero hablar contigo.

- Okay. - Manny, te veo ahora.

Back to work.

Hey, Dex, grab a table while we order.

Oh, uh, you know what you want?

Cubano sandwich.

Ah, buena selección.

Actually, make it, uh, dos.

Dos.

Primo.

- Huh? Primo. - ¿Cómo estás?

Anyone sitting here?

Yeah. I'm saving these seats for my friends.

Sorry.

No problem.

That was the first time

I'd ever really had friends to save seats for.

It was a strange feeling.

Look alive, intern.

Mira.

- Dex. - Thank you.

- Uh-oh, boy genius. - Ah.

Uh, it looks like there's a void where the meat should be.

Yeah, yeah, but we're gonna need your expert opinion, okay?

Don't a-void the subject.

These pendejos put me up to it.

Hey, uh, Dex, this is my cousin Alvaro.

He runs the joint.

Feel free to bring any complaints to him.

Yeah, but if you do, uh,

you'll see how quickly I "no hablo inglés."

All right.

Can I get a drumroll, please?

In keeping with tradition

of the celebratory first crime scene lunch,

I'd like to present your brand-new Miami Metro laminate.

- Hey. - Epa.

Look at that. Yeah.

All right.

Hey. That looks good, Dex. Congrats.

Maybe blending in wasn't so hard after all.

It must be nice having that young metabolism, huh?

If-if my wife asks, I had a salad, okay?

Trying to watch my cholesterol.

Yeah, Bobby.

You look like you're one bite away

from a myocardial infarction.

Damn, Dex-Mex.

That's morbid, bro.

Your dad just had a heart attack.

Okay, maybe it was harder than I thought.

Hello?

Can I go home?

I-I promise I-I won't...

Hey!

Am I stoned?

What are you talking about?

You never help out.

At least not without me asking a hundred fucking times first.

Actually, you've been weirdly peppy lately.

You finally get laid or something?

Or something.

Hmm. Good first day at work.

Well...

Homicide looks good on you.

Hmm. Couldn't agree more.

Dinner in five.

You grilling?

- You know it. - Ah.

Mmm.

So, what do you think? Chicken?

Or will God bless me with a rib eye?

I don't know, but you won't get anything

if she finds out you smoked today.

What are you talking about?

You got a cigarette burn on your shirt.

- Wasn't there this morning. - Oh, shit.

Hey, don't worry.

If anyone knows how powerful urges can be, it's me.

That's, uh...

I don't think we should compare.

How was school, sweetie?

Small talk? Pass.

I'll let you get back to your father-son time.

Fuck-osaurus rex!

Two grown men, and you can't un-boil water?

I'm sorry.

I-I'll make it up to you with breakfast for dinner tomorrow.

Sure, 'cause no one's sick of that.

So, how'd it go today?

- Uh, it was exciting. - Yeah?

And kind of overwhelming.

But in a good way.

I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not the same as Nurse Mary.

That was euphoric

and almost...

...indescribable.

But today was good. Yeah.

Really good.

Plus, Miami Metro gives me way more of a rush than med school.

I guess you were right about the whole methadone thing, huh?

Sounds like you're putting all this behind you.

Hey, Deb will kill me if she finds out I smoked.

So don't tell your sister.

Do you know how many fucking times I've heard

"Don't tell your sister" in the last year alone?

You're welcome.

Looks like you grilled a sponge.

It's tofu kebabs.

What the hell is tofu?

It's soy.

- What the hell is soy? - It's heart-healthy.

And before you cry about it,

I used your favorite hot sauce to add flavor.

You could put hot sauce on dog shit.

It's still gonna taste like dog shit.

Fine. You can enjoy a romantic dinner for two.

- Hey. - Fuck me!

Morgan residence.

Underappreciated daughter speaking.

Perfect timing.

This is gonna kill me way before a steak will.

I couldn't stop thinking about what Harry said.

Was all this behind me?

I hoped a little reminiscing would keep my urges at bay.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

We've been here all night.

Give me something, Joe, okay?

We've got the gun, we've got the nose candy.

Give me something, name.

I'd rather do time than snitch

for you fucking pigs!

There's no way we can use him to get to Estrada.

There might be another way.

Let's start with Joe.

Is he your boyfriend?

When did you start dealing coke with him?

Hey.

You're safe.

He can't get to you.

Joe is going to jail.

You don't have to, though.

But you got to talk to me.

Hmm?

Your kid make that?

How old?

I'm sure your kid is worried sick

about where you are right now.

My boys are with a neighbor.

I was supposed to be home hours ago.

Well...

if we can find a way to help each other,

I will take you home to your boys.

Today.

You want the girlfriend to be your informant?

Well, Joe refused to cooperate.

And even if he did agree, he's a cokehead.

He's unreliable.

Estrada would never trust him, but...

Laura, they would never see coming.

And I know how to use her.

Okay, but this is on you.

I got it.

Yo.

Hey. Good morning.

I just want to say thank you for, uh,

everything you've been doing to help out.

I'm sorry about dinner.

I know I should...

include you more.

Whatever.

I'm used to it.

I mean, come on, that's not fair.

Really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure

the most time that we've spent, just the three of us,

was when you were in the hospital.

And now, every day is "Bring Your Son to Work Day."

At least when Mom was here, I...

I had someone.

Look, I know things have been difficult since your mom...

passed, but...

...we all got to find a way to move on.

Thanks, Harry.

I'll get right on that.

Well, I, uh...

I got to get to work.

Good talk.

I brought something for my new friends.

Friends, what a concept.

Captain?

I brought veggies for everyone.

That's great, kid.

Detective Watt.

What's this?

I don't actually think you're gonna die

of a myocardial infarction.

But you said you wanted to lower

your cholesterol, so...

vegetables.

Eh, I sleep like a vegetable.

Detective Batista?

Obviously, I didn't know how to win over

cops' hearts or stomachs yet.

Hey, Angel.

Would ya come here a sec?

¿Qué pasa, Sarge?

Do you think you could give me a hand with Dexter?

You know, take him under your wing a little?

He can be a bit, uh...

Socially awkward?

Yeah, you know, take him out tonight.

You guys are around the same age, right?

Show him a good time.

- Be happy to. - All right.

Oh, uh, should I invite Masuka?

I think he's younger than me.

Mm.

Uh, Masuka's better in smaller doses.

JV Morgan.

Just the victim I was looking for.

Hustle down to Records.

Pull case files for all possible

drug-related homicides over the last six months.

And print them, uh, single-sided.

Paper clips, not staples.

Thank you.

Dexter. As I live and breathe.

- Hey, Camilla. - Your mom would be so happy

you joined our Miami Metro family.

She'd be even happier about that haircut of yours.

What you got there?

I brought a veggie plate for everyone.

Honey, let me tell you something.

Cops don't eat that shit.

Here.

Let me help you with that.

So, what brings you by?

It's organized by year and type of crime.

You should have everything you need: case reports,

court documents, witness interviews,

whole shebang.

Shouldn't all this be transferred

into the computer system?

Oh, Lord.

I'll be dead and buried before all these files

get put into the computer.

Miami's murder solve rate was 18%.

Less than one in five.

So many killers still on the street.

Free to do it again.

I was a kid in a candy store.

How does the defendant plead?

Not guilty.

Your Honor.

If he's not guilty, I'm Burt Reynolds.

Hearing nothing further at this time,

court is adjourned.

Don't worry, this is an open-and-shut case.

The only place that son of a bitch is going is death row.

I'll see you back at the ranch.

Detective Morgan?

This about Levi Reed, Your Honor?

- No. This is personal. - Oh.

I heard about Judge Powell's kid.

I was just curious if Miami Metro has any leads.

Well, it's not my department,

and I'm praying like hell it doesn't get to Homicide.

I can tell you that I have heard one working theory.

Cartel?

Unfortunately.

That's all I can tell you,

'cause that's all I know, Your Honor.

Thank you, Detective.

I hope Jimmy will be home soon.

Me, too.

Can't imagine losing my son.

Doris, I got good news.

Finally got a breakthrough in the Estrada case.

We got a new inform...

Negative.

I thought we were gonna wait to look at the results together.

We've been trying for two years.

Maybe God doesn't want us to replace our baby.

Geez, Dex. Anal-retentive much?

Jackpot.

30 bucks a tape.

- ¿Dos tequilas? - Oh. Aquí, mami.

¿Un Cubano?

¿Otro Cubano?

- Provecho. - Gracias.

Oh, wait.

Are you 21?

Sorry. I'm a man of the law.

Ooh.

This place has a completely different vibe at night, huh?

I love this song. It's impossible not to move.

If you say so.

I don't dance.

Wait. You don't dance salsa, or you don't dance?

I don't know how.

Levántate.

Hey, as long as you have a heartbeat, you can dance.

Vamos.

Come on. Just move like me.

Just move like me. Okay?

Forward, two, three.

Back, two, three. Forward, two, three.

Back, two, three. Listen to the music.

Just listen. It's like walking.

You never repeat a step.

Three. Forward, two, three.

Ey, ¿cómo estamos?

¿Bien?

Como la mayoría de ustedes saben,

todos los martes por la noche,

tomamos un roncito en honor de nuestro querido amigo.

- Uh, what's he saying? - Every Tuesday night,

we do a shot of rum in Rene's honor.

Por Rene.

Por Rene.

This one, you should take.

- Attaboy. - Yeah.

Yeah.

Uh, so you knew him? Rene?

Yeah, he used to be a busboy here. Great kid.

Came over from Cuba in 1980, with his mother, during Mariel.

Yeah, Rene worked his ass off

trying to scratch out a living for him and his mom.

But like lots of immigrants, when they first get here,

he borrowed money from the wrong guy.

Scumbag named "Handsome" Tony Ferrer.

Loaned Rene a few thousand, slapped on a huge vig.

- "Vig," as in interest? - Claro.

So much that it's impossible to pay back.

Rene missed a couple of payments.

Pretty soon, he was in the hole over 20 grand.

- Whoa. - Yeah.

So, Ferrer goes to Rene's house,

put a gun next to his head, fired and told him

that if he didn't have his money by Friday,

the next bullet was gonna be in his skull.

After Ferrer left, Rene saw that the bullet

went through the wall

and hit his mom in the head.

She died instantly.

Carla Carballo.

Yeah.

How'd you know that?

I was pulling case files for Tanya,

and, uh, that one stuck with me.

Because it was so sad.

Yeah.

A week later,

Rene killed himself at his mother's grave.

The guilt, it was just too much.

And there went your witness.

Yeah.

May they rest in peace.

What about Ferrer?

I hate that Ferrer is still out there,

preying on my community.

But he's smart and slippery.

And we've never been able to put him away.

Thank you for sharing.

Yeah.

It was more enlightening

than he could've possibly imagined.

No, no.

Nice find.

Dude, I love the Oakleys, but we're indoors.

You look ridiculous.

Don't care.

These babies are da bomb.

Almost as good as mine.

Get them.

What can I do you for?

How much can I get for these?

These earrings are fake. I can't give anything for them.

Any interest in pawning that?

Um, no, thanks.

I'll give you $200.

Last, best and final.

Deal.

Deb, really?

Those were your mom's.

- Why don't we just... - My dad said

that I should move on,

so this is me moving the fuck on.

Hey, if you don't want those earrings, can I have them?

Knock yourself out.

Now, that's what I'm talking about.

You're officially my favorite Morgan.

Thomas.

Yeah, thanks.

Oh. Lance.

Just one? Enjoy.

Wow, that's the fastest I've ever seen Bobby move.

And there I was,

- blending in. - Thanks, Dex.

Hopefully, the sugar rush will cure my hangover.

This is bullshit. Levi was with me that night.

All night.

Well, too bad it's not

Crackhead Alibiing Her Murderer Boyfriend Day.

Hey, fuck you!

Okay, Brandi, what day is today?

Tuesday.

It's Thursday. You think a jury

is gonna trust your memory of what happened last week?

You're like a white crayon: useless.

Now get the hell out of my sight.

- Fuck you, asshole! - Yeah, you said that already.

Would somebody please kindly escort Ms. Silvera

back to the streets she seems to know so well?

Come on, let's go.

Don't touch me.

Have a nice day.

Yeah. All right. Thank you, man.

Hmm.

Thanks for the ride.

Hey, Laura.

Hold on.

Look, I know it might not feel like it,

but you made the right decision.

Okay? And I'm gonna make sure nothing happens to you.

All right? We're in this together.

So the only way it's gonna work is if we trust each other.

Mommy.

Oh, hey.

Um...

Uh, that is my son Brian.

Hey.

And this little angel's Dexter.

Hello, Dexter.

This was sent to Judge Powell's house.

The judge's ten-year-old son Jimmy

has been missing for over 72 hours.

Now, I want to be clear, this does not mean

we have a homicide on our hands,

but I still want our best people on it.

So, first, let's just I.D. the finger.

A severed body part.

I didn't understand why this affected me the way it did.

The print's a match to the one we pulled

from Jimmy Powell's toy.

All I knew was

I wanted to kill whoever did this.

In that moment,

there was nothing more I wanted to do

than find and kill the person who harmed Jimmy Powell,

but every cop in Miami was in pursuit of his kidnapper,

so...

I had to feed my urge with someone else.

Hello, "Handsome" Tony Ferrer.

♪ I'm the man ♪

Hey.

♪ In the box... ♪

Picked this up for you.

Thought it might help with the...

you know.

♪ Buried in my shit ♪

♪ Won't you ♪

♪ Come and ♪

♪ Save me? ♪

- ♪ Save me... ♪ - The truth is,

there was no Nicorette for someone like me.

♪ Feed ♪

♪ My eyes ♪

♪ Can you sew them shut? ♪

No methadone.

♪ Jesus ♪

♪ Christ ♪

♪ Deny your maker ♪

The Dark Passenger was rising up.

♪ He who tries ♪

And there was only one thing I could do about it.

♪ Will be wasted ♪

♪ Oh, feed ♪

♪ My eyes ♪

♪ Now, you've sewn them shut... ♪

Hello, darkness, my old friend.