Previously on Dexter: New Blood...
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If he wasn't your boyfriend,
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Hey, Miles.
I'm here to ask you about your encounter with Jim Lindsay.
He fucking jumped me.
He poked me in the neck with, like, a needle or some shit.
I mean, I got some really creepy vibes from Kurt.
It's the kind that I tell my listeners to run away from
as fast as they can.
I think about it all the time.
Hurting people.
You've always known.
That's why you left.
When I came here, I-I wanted answers.
Whoa!
I think I was also looking for...
Real connection with your dad.
Whatever blood bond most fathers have with their kids,
it's... it's not there.
Where does Kurt have my son?
Up at his cabin on Stern Road.
Nothing personal.
We're talking about my son.
There's nothing more personal than that.
Run.
Run!
Harrison!
What's going on?
There's so much I need to tell you.
I should've way before it got to this.
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You have everything?
Did you guys have fun?
It's a scary world out there.
Guilty people slip through the cracks
of the justice system every day.
Ooh!
Oh! Wiggles loves it!
And there he is, Jeremiah the giraffe,
for the birthday girl. Mwah!
- _ - Now, can I have everybody say,
"Happy Birthday, Sam!"
Happy Birthday, Sam!
Oh, and let me get a picture
of the birthday girl.
Okay.
And all of you...
Murderers. Rapists. Predators.
Monsters who walk among us,
and we never even know.
Counting on the justice system to discover these predators
and effectively deal with them
is not an option.
Not for me.
I don't follow society's rules.
But that doesn't mean there aren't rules I have to follow
when the Dark Passenger calls.
Wait.
What-What's the Dark Passenger?
It's the name I gave the...
- calling that I have. - Hey.
Careful.
Always there,
riding alongside me.
Giving me...
A lot of bad ideas.
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Sometimes...
... I have the urge to hurt people.
An urge too strong to ignore.
The Dark Passenger.
That sounds right.
W-Why...
... why-why are we like this?
We both saw our mothers murdered
when we were young.
You, too?
I-I've always felt so alone.
I thought no one could understand me.
I-I mean, if I, if I talked about this shit with anyone...
They'd lock you up.
When your grandfather Harry found out what I was...
I thought he'd send me to an institution.
But instead...
he gave me the Code.
It's a rigid process.
Once someone is identified as worthy of the Code,
100% proof of their crimes must be found.
It's not always easy to find.
Secrets are secret for a reason.
As a cop, Harry saw too many criminals get arrested
and escape the law.
Then hurt innocent people over and over.
He taught me how to make sure
they never hurt anyone ever again.
So...
when did your dad decide to teach you this Code?
I was about your age
when I started exhibiting violent tendencies.
Harry kept it a secret from the rest of the family.
Fucking-A he did.
Well, they would've been afraid of you.
But I would never hurt family.
Harry gave me the Code as a way to channel
the Dark Passenger.
To use it for good.
F-For good?
And a way forward in life.
Ooh!
You like... the caramel?
Oh!
Oh.
Oh...
What the fuck?
Once I have proof of their crimes,
the Code allows me to stop them from hurting others.
I do what the law failed to do.
I fix things.
Hello.
You kidnapped him?
I did.
Wiggles was a threat.
He would've tortured and killed that kid.
Hey. That's enough.
Well, then what?
So...
I prepare a place to...
... confront these bad people.
I have to be very neat
because the world will never understand what I do.
I always show them their victims.
It's important that they open their eyes
and look at what they've done.
You abso-fucking-lutely cannot tell Harrison
about your sick-ass ritual.
What the hell is this? What's going on?
They always say some shit like that.
Stop clowning around, Wiggles.
You know exactly what's going on.
You... remember... them all.
You tell Harrison that you kill people, there's no going back.
So, doing that... confronting him...
that-that made him stop?
Scaring him like that?
Fine.
I won't tell him.
Yes. He never hurt anyone again.
So, you're-you're kind of like Batman or something.
I like Dark Defender.
And that...
that makes the Dark Passenger not push so hard?
This is a lot.
It's not every day you're nearly murdered
and then find out this.
Is Kurt gonna come after us?
If I were him, I'd be 500 miles away by now.
It's getting late. You should get some sleep.
Okay.
Good night, Dad.
Merry Christmas.
Oh, yeah.
You, too.
I still have one more gift to wrap
in plastic.
Once you take care of old fuckbilly here,
Harrison's gonna have more questions.
And when he asks, I'll answer.
You ever think about how screwed up it is
you watched your mom get chopped up in a shipping container,
and now you do the same shit to your victims?
And Harrison dealt with his trauma
by arming himself with a straight razor,
the same weapon...
used to kill his mother.
What can I say? We are what we are.
At least Elric's frozen,
no bloody mess.
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A Stratocaster?
Oh, my God. It's beautiful.
Merry Christmas, sweetheart.
- Gonoohgwa'. - I love you, too.
Morning.
I-Is this for me?
It is Christmas.
Harrison seems to be all right.
Maybe the truth hasn't ruined anything.
Is that for me, too?
Only one way to find out.
Wow.
Do you use this when, you know, you know, you go after bad guys?
No. Never. Guns are... loud, messy.
Plus I'm not a very good shot.
This is all about blending in.
All the guys at school have guns.
Exactly.
Can we go outside and shoot it?
Here.
- There you go. - Yeah.
Harry always said to, uh, breathe out before you shoot,
and keep the butt up tight... here, like this.
It'll save you from bruising.
- What is... - Oh,
you got to... take the safety off.
- There. - Okay.
Like that. There you go.
You're ready to go.
- Okay. You need to... - I got it.
Look at you.
That's better than I've ever been.
He's a natural.
So, I was, I was thinking about Kurt last night.
Oh?
Was he trying to kill me because you were going after him,
like-like with Wiggles?
Kurt has been killing innocent women for the last 25 years.
Wait, what? Wh...
Kurt's a serial killer?
H-How long have you known this?
I just found out.
Why didn't, why didn't you tell Angela?
I don't have any proof.
Not yet.
Plus Kurt's already been arrested
for one murder.
- And he got away with it. - Yup.
Wh-What if I testified that he tried to shoot me?
That-That's attempted murder, right?
And then Angela starts to ask a lot of questions
about what I was doing out on his property.
Questions I can't answer.
Vigilante shit.
Yeah.
Vigilante shit.
But I do have a plan
to make sure Kurt can't hurt anyone else.
Ask me what the plan is.
Ask me if you can help.
Shit, I-I forgot.
I, um, I made you a gift.
One second.
I know it's not much.
It's kind of how I remember her.
Thank you. I love it.
You got any more, uh, got any more bottles somewhere?
I do, but I think it's time for us to go exchange presents
with Angela and Audrey.
Yeah. Yeah, right.
Oh, I do have one other gift for you.
It's, uh, part of the whole... blending in thing.
It's kind of a tradition I've been doing.
Thank you.
Oh, look at this.
You're kidding.
I have one, too.
- Ho ho ho. - Oh. Wow.
Those are-are very, very,
- very... - Very Christmas-y.
- Uh, gift from Dad. - Tradition.
Your dad's like the king of Christmas sweaters.
Guess that makes you the prince?
Uh, yeah, I-I guess so.
- Want to put these by the tree? - Mm-hmm.
Merry, happy Christmas, babe.
Mm.
Back at you.
How was your night?
Uh, was uneventful. How was yours?
Uh, once the presents were wrapped, I slept like a baby.
Wonderful.
I present to you...
monkey bread.
Oh.
Oh, merry Christmas to me.
It's delicious.
You seem... different.
Like happy.
I think I... I don't know...
found a way to let go of my anger.
Best Christmas gift ever.
We might have to figure out what to do
if our kids become an item.
Ah, food.
My favorite part of Christmas.
Nice.
Very nice.
Go Hawks.
Your turn.
Look at you, feeding my addiction.
Oh, my God.
We'll have to get one for you next year, huh?
I'm-I'm good with just this one.
Thank you.
Uh...
Uh, you'll have to remember, uh, my dad gets a discount
- at a certain store. - Mm.
Aren't a lot of options in the Iron Lake.
I love it.
N�'yeh, what do you think?
It's lovely.
It's your turn. Open your gift.
Huh.
The Police Handbook on Searches, Seizures
and Arrests.
My father Harry had a lot of books like that
and used them a lot.
Saw you didn't have it in your library, so...
- That's very thoughtful. - And so romantic, Jim.
Yeah.
A successful Christmas.
Surrounded by family.
Who could that be?
Merry Christmas, Chief.
Kurt, what are you doing here?
Mind if I come in?
Uh...
I just brought you a little gift,
show you that there's no hard feelings.
Oh. Thanks, Kurt.
Jim.
Harrison.
If I'd known you guys were gonna be here,
I would've brought you two a little something as well.
Ah.
I'm just jealous that Jimbo here
gets to spend the holidays with his son.
Yeah, I hear you.
It certainly would be a tough Christmas
without Harrison by my side.
Would've ruined the whole holiday.
Yeah. Well, peace be with you.
And also with you.
Merry Christmas to you, too, kiddo.
Hope to see you around.
Well, hey, enjoy the peppermint bark.
Had it shipped in from the city. It's the best around.
Well, Ange, Harrison and I got to go.
What? No.
Uh, yeah.
Dad and I had plans to go...
um, shooting.
Yeah, I got Harrison a rifle for Christmas.
He wants to try it out.
So, love you.
- See you tonight. - Yeah.
I'll... I'll talk to you later.
I'll see you.
That was weird, right?
It's his first Christmas with his son in a long time.
It's not that weird.
He didn't run.
Do you think he's sticking around
to finish what he started?
What-what if he goes after Audrey or something?
Just get in the truck.
I know what I want to do.
But I'm not alone in this.
What if we did what you did with Wiggles?
We'd have to find proof first.
Like the pictures the clown had of the kids?
Yeah. Killers like Kurt
usually keep some kind of trophy, a memento,
to remember what they did to their victims.
It could be anything, piece of clothing,
jewelry, photo.
They know it could get them caught,
but they can't help themselves.
You think Kurt does that?
And I think he keeps them on his property,
near the cabin.
Salena?
Merry Christmas, Angela.
Everything all right?
Yeah, just, the job doesn't pay attention to the holidays,
but I do come bearing gifts.
Just doing a little follow-up on a case, um...
Think you could open the books on purchases of ketamine?
In the last month or so?
Oh... Um...
Yup. I've got three in last month.
Mrs. Gross for her sheep.
Um, Al Chung for his cows,
and Mr. Harris for his 37 cats.
Great.
Oh, wait. Your boyfriend Jim.
Said he needed it for his goat,
Vincent van Goat.
That's a cute name.
Thanks.
Yo, Kurt.
Fuck you and thanks for the drone.
Ah, the gift that keeps on giving.
People don't just vanish.
I know, I've tried.
I have to tell you something.
You were right...
about what I did.
With Ethan.
I mean, shit, I-I-I set the whole thing up
so that I could get away with it.
Maybe even look like a hero.
How did you know?
Blood spatter analysis.
From my Homicide days.
I'm-I'm sorry I-I treated you like shit
when you knew the truth.
I was... I was just afraid.
Wh-Why didn't you tell me all this back then?
I wanted to.
But I needed to try out everything else first.
Therapy.
That's why you were so closed off.
I knew you were hiding something.
I've been thinking about Wiggles.
About the end.
You said you made sure he didn't hurt anyone else again.
I mean, scaring the shit out of him,
even hurting him.
I mean, that-that doesn't feel...
I don't know...
like justice.
And what would... justice feel like to you?
When I was 12 years old, I started having fantasies
about hunting down the Trinity Killer.
You know he just up and disappeared?
I wanted to kill him.
With his own razor.
I wanted to do it slowly.
I understand.
Wait. Hold it right there.
That's... strange.
See that? Can you go in closer?
That's right where Kurt disappeared.
Holy shit. That's big.
That could be where he kills.
Maybe where he keeps his trophies.
I-Is that a vent?
- Let's go. - Wait.
First rule of the Code: don't get caught.
We wait until dark.
Come back tonight and check it out.
Okay.
Outside of Harold Shipman
or Luis Garavito,
the Bay Harbor Butcher
was one of the most prolific serial killers of all time.
He's one of the most sick-ass, decapitating,
dismembering murderers out there.
And by the end of this podcast,
I'm gonna challenge everything you may think you know
about who... he... was.
Hey.
Hey, yourself.
Look,
I hope it doesn't bum you and Audrey out too much,
but would it be okay
if Harrison and I don't come over tonight?
Me and the kid have been really bonding.
That's really great.
Uh, it's no problem.
Yeah, we're gonna go on a night hike
and check out that blood moon that's been happening.
That's fine. Have fun.
Yeah. Merry Christmas. Love you.
Merry Christmas to you, too.
? As I walk along ?
? I wonder ?
? A-what went wrong with our love ?
? A love that was so strong ?
? And as I still walk on ?
? I think of ?
? The things we've done together ?
? While our hearts were young ?
This is too much.
Is it?
He fantasized about killing Trinity.
Who fucking didn't?
He admitted to wanting to kill Ethan.
He's just like me.
Then cut it short at finding the psycho's trophies.
That's enough. You don't have to do any of this with him.
I'm not forcing any ideas on Harrison.
I want to help him,
just like Harry helped me.
There were fucking alternatives, Dexter.
Therapy! Institutionalization!
Prison might have been better
- in the long run. - You think prison would be better?!
Whose side are you on?
Harrison was born in blood.
His Dark Passenger pushes him to hurt others.
This path, it's the only way.
And you fucking love it.
His victims were usually criminals
who'd gotten away with it.
That's some Batman-level vigilante shit.
And it's why Miami Metro Homicide
came to believe the Butcher was one of their own.
Sergeant James Doakes.
But... what if they were wrong?
Well, maybe the police didn't want to keep investigating
the biggest case in Miami Metro history,
but I fucking do.
Because if I'm right,
the Bay Harbor Butcher could still be out there.
Still feeling all butcher-y.
Still a threat.
And...
Oh, my God. You freaked me out.
You freaked me out.
- Sorry. - Ooh, Merry Fucking Kill.
BHB. Bad guy killer.
Chops them up, dumps them in the ocean.
What do you think? Did they get the wrong guy?
I don't know.
But if she's right,
I'd be scared shitless to put it out there so publicly.
She certainly is brave.
Times like this, I'm glad we live in the sticks,
away from monsters like that.
Gonoohgwa', Mom.
I love you, too, sweetheart.
Sleep tight.
Hi, hi.
You've reached my merry fucking voice mail.
When the beep beeps, leave a message.
Yeah, yeah.
Merry Christmas, Jimbo.
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Come on, man.
Come on.
Good. Fucker's not home.
This is it.
Yup.
There's-there's definitely something under here.
How does he get in?
Come see.
Teach me how to do that?
You can stay up here and stand watch.
I have to see this.
Okay.
Follow me.
Wait, wait, wait. What is that?
It's a camera.
Don't worry.
It's time for Kurt to know that all his secrets are out.
Fuck.
Goddamn it. God...
Damn it.
These... th-these are...
His trophies.
Merry. Fucking. Kill.
He's been getting away with this... for years.
So many women... dead.
Until you found him.
You killed Wiggles, didn't you?
Please don't.
I did.
And I took care of Arthur Mitchell, too.
Trinity.
I killed him for what he did to your mother.
For what he did to so many others.
This motherfucker needs to die, too.
So, when did Molly Park check out?
The 23rd. Couple days before Christmas,
so, figured she was headed home for the holidays.
And you saw her leave?
Well, no, but luggage was gone.
Room key on the bed,
with a note that said "Thanks for the stay."
Most folks don't even leave a note.
Why is this locked?
I don't know.
What's that?
Something Molly would never leave behind.
Hey, fuck-o.
Why all this plastic?
You know the concept of leave no trace?
Well, it's all the more important here.
A single drop of blood, a single hair left behind, a print...
anything can lead to getting caught.
And the Code says, don't get caught.
That's right.
How many times have you done this?
- A lot. - How many?
Go big or go home.
In the hundreds.
Holy shit.
Th-That means you've saved, like, thousands of innocent people.
That's right.
You ready?
If there's any moment where you don't feel up to this
or you feel overwhelmed, you just head outside.
No shame. The first time is... a lot.
Shit!
What the fuck?!
Hey, it's okay.
Shh...
Stop struggling. Shh.
It's the end of the road, Kurt Caldwell.
Why are you doing this?
Well, look around you, Kurt.
And spare us that old chestnut about how your father did this, too.
Okay.
Yeah, you got me.
It's all me. Every bit of it.
Pretty fucking amazing, huh?
Really?
You-you fucking murdered women.
No! I saved 'em.
They're just runaways.
Do you have any idea the trauma
that they were gonna go through?
I do. I saw it. I saw it firsthand,
what my dad would do to them.
Hey! I told you no dad shit.
I'd pick them up on the road,
and I'd take 'em to my cabin,
and I'd give them a nice room
and a warm meal.
And safety.
But that was never enough for them.
They always wanted to go back out there.
And so I preserved them,
kept them safe forever.
Bullshit.
This wasn't about saving anyone,
this was about power.
You loved the power you had over them.
It fed the darkness inside you.
You loved the hunt, the capture.
Their terror feeding you.
You deserve to die.
Oh, wow, Jimbo.
You really get me, don't you?
So what is this?
You and your son, you're some kind of vigilante team?
No, don't get me wrong. I'm kinda jealous.
All the time that I spent with Harrison.
Kinda made me wish my son was more like H here.
Yeah, then why'd you try to kill me?
Oh, shit. He doesn't know.
He doesn't know what you did to Matt, does he?
Revenge... for your dear old dad murdering my son.
Eye for an eye. Son for a son.
Nothing personal, kid.
Matt fit The Code.
Five people died because of him.
And they didn't receive justice
because Kurt covered for him.
Wait. What?
That's your rationale for killing people?
Some kind of bullshit justice code?
You know, when Matt was on my table,
he blamed you for everything.
Just like you blame your dad.
Like father, like son.
You don't have to watch.
No, I'm good.
You okay?
I think so.
If you need to head up and get some air...
'Cause my work isn't done here. He has to be disposed of.
I'm ready.
Can you get the garbage bags?
I generally cut them into nine pieces,
depending on how big they are,
for ease of transport.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm okay. Um, I'm gonna go get some air,
like you said.
Hey.
You put these bags in the back of the RTV?
What happens when people notice he's missing?
Well, he covered that for us when he rushed home to escape.
Angela'll look to his place and see that he ransacked it,
packed his bags, grabbed all his money from the safe.
You knew he'd run.
Everyone here in Iron Lake will think he fled.
People run away from their lives all the time.
No more women kidnapped and killed.
That's right.
And the Dark Passenger?
Is quiet.
That's how it works.
That's how we keep it under control.
And the world's a better place for it.
That's the idea.
Let's go home.
Wait, wait, wait.
Is that smoke?
Harrison.
Oh, my God.
I thought you were dead.
Where were you?
Like I said, I took Harrison out to see the blood moon.
What the hell happened here?
Well, I was hoping you could tell us.
It's Kurt's parting shot.
I kept calling you. Why didn't you answer?
I turned my phone off.
I'm trying to stay present for Harrison, you know?
What time did you leave?
It was around 10 p.m.
We took the RTV out, had a great night.
Just lost track of time, I guess.
They have to stay with us.
What?
It's okay. We can stay at the inn.
Mom, they can stay with us, right?
Bet you're starving.
- Yep. - Me, too.
I was thinking eggs and bacon?
Maybe some of those frozen hash browns?
And a damn fine cup of coffee.
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I should probably help the kids in the kitchen.
Breakfast wizard.
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