Previously on Original Sin...
I can help you. Detective Batista. Angel.
Detective Maria LaGuerta.
Keep an eye on the new detective.
She wanted a spot on Homicide,
smeared us in the press,
and forced me to hire her.
So many killers still on the street.
No, no, no!
This hunger needs a master.
From now on, everything you do goes through me first.
We've been unable to flip any of the Colombians,
so we need a new way in.
I kept you out of jail,
got you home to your kids.
My son Brian.
- This little angel's Dexter. - Hello, Dexter.
Now you're gonna help us take down these motherfuckers.
All the way up the ladder. To Estrada, to be exact.
I got a meeting with Zenny.
Um, I should get you home.
Boys are probably worried about you.
The babysitter's with them for another hour.
No, I think, I think we should go.
Hey, Sarge, have you heard about Judge Powell's kid?
Reported missing.
Can I go home?
A finger in a box.
It should have excited me,
but a child's finger?
Hey, you okay, son?
I will not stop
until Jimmy has been safely returned to his family.
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Officer. Hold these people back.
We need complete control of the street.
Can we get this van over here now, please?
We have no further information at this time...
No more questions. Sorry, folks.
Stay away from the fucking press.
Grab the body bag. Child-size.
Jesus Christ.
I know.
Murdered children always got to me.
Dexter.
Dexter, come on. Help me out here.
Okay, that van is not gonna be enough.
I want a tent around this boy's body.
I'm on it, boss.
What are we dealing with here?
- Cartels? - Sure looks like it.
- We're not ruling anything out. - I want to take point for this.
You're gonna handle the body that was found
at Coconut Grove this morning.
Alice Wainwright Park.
Prostitute Park? Seriously?
"No one life is more valuable than the next," right?
Have Sanders meet you there.
Morgan, Bobby.
- Take point on this. - Yes, sir.
Harry?
Yeah. We won't stop until we catch these assholes.
Damn right. Now let's get to work.
You doing all right?
I don't know what's happening to me. I was,
I was just looking at the body, and all of a sudden I...
I couldn't breathe.
It's okay.
Hey, Sanders. Why don't you take Dexter with you
to Coconut Grove, all right?
- You could use the help. - You got it.
Dad...
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
Nothing's harder than seeing your first murdered kid.
What you're feeling is normal.
So we can fit at least four girls
into the back of the truck.
- Daniela, Jen, Gaby, Lauren. - What about Tiff?
What about her? If she wants a ride,
she shouldn't be such a fucking menstrual cramp.
Oh, here's that bikini you wanted.
Thank God.
All I have is that one-piece my mom got me last year.
And I can't flirt with guys on South Beach looking like a nun.
Unless they're into that.
You want some OJ?
- _ - You've got to be fucking shitting me.
- What? - My dad took the truck to work.
He promised I could use it today.
How are we gonna get the team to the beach?
Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!
Hey, you okay?
Rough crime scene.
Not the easiest for your second week.
I was premed.
I've seen dead bodies before, I just...
don't know why this one did this to me.
I remember the first time I saw a dead kid.
I was 14.
Boy about my age caught a stray bullet
right outside my house, just riding his bike.
I'll never forget that feeling.
What made it go away?
Decided to do something about it.
Told myself, when I'm older, I'm gonna be a detective.
I've seen a lot of guys try to hide their feelings,
bottle 'em up,
but eventually they come out in other ways.
- Drinking, drugs... - Violence.
violence.
Hey, if nothing else... talking always helps.
Where the hell is Forensics?
Oh. Present.
Me, I'm Forensics.
What are you, 12?
No, I'm 20.
The rest of the team is still tied up with the judge's case.
Let's see what you can do.
Okay, come on.
Let's hear it.
The victim was strangled.
But not from behind.
The killer faced him.
Wanted to feel the death of the victim.
To see it.
Savor it.
How do you know that?
Just an educated guess.
A guess?
I don't need guesses.
I need real fucking forensics.
It would take a while
for LaGuerta to appreciate
my particular set of skills.
All right. He's all yours.
What?
I'm not touching that thing.
I don't want to get AIDS.
I'll get his legs.
The bus stop isn't far from school.
The bus? What happened to your truck?
My dad has it.
If we take the Green Line to the 17,
we should be at the beach by, like, 4 p.m.
Hey, ladies! Need a lift?
Yes. Oh, my God.
My mom got it for me last week.
- First one off the lot. - This is amazing.
Ah, shoot, we're all out of room.
Guess our captain is gonna have to find her own ride.
Sorry.
That girl is a social terrorist.
Fuck the bitch and fuck the beach.
I've got a better idea.
Hey, Camilla.
Harry.
I heard about Judge Powell's boy.
- Hmm. - Poor thing.
- You okay? - I'm okay. I'm, uh...
more concerned about Dexter.
Oh, gosh. Of course. Was he there this morning?
For a little while until I sent him away.
But he did seem... jolted by what he saw.
He doesn't remember anything about his mother being my C.I.
or what happened in that shipping container.
What can I do to help?
I'm probably being paranoid, but I just want to triple-check
that all mentions of Dexter have been removed
from Laura Moser's case files.
I understand.
As far as our records are concerned,
Dexter was never in that shipping container.
But I'll pull the files so you can see for yourself.
Thanks, Camilla.
Of course.
It's family.
Zenny Hernandez.
Man, we've been trying to get to this guy for a while.
Yeah, if it goes well today,
our girl's one step closer to Estrada.
If.
You second-guessing?
No, no.
Since when does Harry-fucking-Morgan second-guess anything?
It's just, you know, these guys are psychopaths.
You know what they're capable of.
No shit. That's why we're using
all our resources to go after them.
You-you think something's wrong with the plan?
I'm just worried about her.
Laura?
Come on, man, she's proven she can deal with these people.
She's a pro. That's why you recruited her, right?
Look, I know there's some thing between the two of you.
All right? But now's not the time to be sentimental.
What the fuck does that mean?
Harry. Laura Moser's your informant.
Just don't forget that.
Stop, stop!
Brian! Put that down, now.
Hi.
- Everything all right? - No.
My babysitter canceled,
the boys are on a tear.
I-I can't go out today.
Whoa, whoa. Now slow down.
No, I... I will call Alfredo.
I'll tell him something came up. He'll move the meeting.
That's not an option. It's not a dental appointment.
You can't just reschedule. I mean...
What about your neighbors?
They won't watch Brian anymore.
They say he's too much to handle.
Stop! Let go! Get off of me.
- No! - I'm sorry,
but I can't just leave them alone.
Mommy!
Give me back my toy!
I'll watch them.
What?
Yeah, you go with Bobby. I will stay here.
I'll keep an eye on Dexter and Brian.
Mr. Morgan will be here with you until I come home.
I want you to show him how you two can be good boys, okay?
Um...
- They should be in bed by 7. - Mm.
Dexter likes it if you read to him.
- Are we sure about this? - Don't worry
about the kids, we're gonna be fine.
You focus on Estrada, and securing that shipment.
It's gonna be strange... not having you there.
Listen, Bobby's got you covered. I promise.
Hey.
It's go-time.
Shall we?
I think I got it this time.
What?
I can't believe that guy cut us off.
Rule number one: Everyone's an asshole.
Not everyone.
I only have a few minutes.
Thanks, Flip.
Oh. Do you guys want coke?
I can give it to you at a discount.
I'd have to try it first.
Fuck a duck! That's awesome.
Let me try.
Oh, shit's amazing!
Way better than the coke that Dexter got us.
How much you guys want?
This much.
Clark said the best way
to deal with his feelings was to take action.
I went with the only outlet I had.
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Jimmy Powell first disappeared
over a week ago around 7 a.m. walking alone to school.
His family contacted Miami Metro Police.
The boy was found hanging from a bridge in Downtown Miami.
The judge's son was only ten years old.
Authorities have not yet made a statement on...
Dex.
How you feeling?
Honestly, I haven't stopped thinking about that boy all day.
- Any leads in the case? - Other than the cartel?
No.
I talked to Clark.
He said you did a great job
at that other crime scene this morning.
Clark's a good guy.
You hungry?
If anyone deserves to be killed, it's whoever did this.
You're right, son.
But I assure you,
we're doing everything we can to catch this killer.
- Leave justice to the police. - It's not enough.
Dad, I can't stop seeing him.
Hanging there. I have to...
do something to someone.
Again?
I mean, didn't you...
"do something" a few days ago?
Dad, I'm scared if I try to bottle them up,
these feelings will come out...
in ways I can't control.
Do you have someone in mind?
I borrowed this from the records room
when I was looking up unsolved cases.
Borrowed?
They call him Mad-Dog.
His file is the size of a phone book.
It says he was suspected
of being a contract killer for the mob.
With previous addresses in Chicago, New York and Boston.
A person of interest in over two dozen mob-related murders
in the '70s alone.
I've heard of this guy.
He runs a fishing charter
out of the Edgewater Yacht Club.
Claims he's just a retired sailor,
and denies any involvement with the mob.
Watch your step.
The Feds gave us research years ago out of courtesy
when he turned up here in Miami.
Strictly a gun for hire.
No affiliation with any particular crime family.
Never tried. Never prosecuted.
And no evidence to tie him to any killings.
Since he's moved here,
Miami Metro hasn't gotten Mad-Dog on anything.
Not even a speeding ticket.
- Say, "Breeze." - Breeze.
Some say his body count could be as high as 200.
That's never been proven.
Dex, let's say you're right
and the legend of Mad-Dog is true.
You really want to go after a professional hit man
with decades of experience?
Who better to fit the Code?
I can't say yes unless I have some proof.
Proof of what?
Oh, don't mind me.
Didn't mean to interrupt whatever
super-secret police shit you two have going on.
Uh, Deb, we were just...
No, I get it, I'm not part of your little boys' club.
That's fine. Although...
now that I'm captain of the volleyball team,
I think I outrank you, Dad.
What are you, just a sergeant?
Hey, you made captain?
Dexter didn't tell you?
The fuck, Dex?
Do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?
- Hey, come on, come... - No.
Don't take his fucking side.
If you two weren't so attached at the dick, maybe you'd
actually have an idea of what was going on in my life.
I can't believe you stiffed me on the truck today.
Made me look like an asshole in front of all my friends.
Debra! A child was found murdered
hanging from a bridge today.
So sorry you couldn't go to the beach.
Well... how the fuck was I supposed to know that?
I can't compete with a dead kid!
Honey...
Are you on something?
God!
Make sure this Mad-Dog is who you say he is.
And be careful.
You know.
Whoa.
Jackson, let me have a beer.
- You got it. - Ahoy.
Hey. Hey there, pirate.
Can I help you?
Name's Doug. I'd love to charter your boat.
Well, Doug, um, I'm booked all afternoon.
Ah, bummer.
But I could take you...
tomorrow.
Not if I took him out first.
Really?
Yeah, give me a call. We fill up fast.
Aha. I have an address.
Now to prove this dog still hunts.
It was hard to think that a guy with over 200 murders
could be anyone's "best grandpa."
It seemed Mad-Dog was making the most of his retirement.
Maybe he hadn't retired after all.
But a shredded photo wouldn't be enough proof for Harry.
I needed to put the pieces together myself.
Jimmy Powell's killing appears professional.
Cause of death: ice pick to the back of the head.
Well, that fits with the cartel theory.
Yeah, but why hang him from the overpass?
- Why the big display? - A warning?
I spoke to Narcotics, they're just as baffled as we are.
There hasn't been a lot of drug activity lately.
Well, we know he was killed eight to ten hours
before his body was strung up.
So he was killed elsewhere.
Where? Do we have any leads?
No evidence to determine location.
But according to the autopsy report,
the only thing in the boy's stomach
was ham and cheese SunnySmiles.
Fed the same thing every day since the kidnapping.
Well, every grocery store in Miami sells those things.
Anything else you've been able to determine
about the boy's finger?
No, but the nub where his finger used to be
was cauterized using a car cigarette lighter.
You could see the coils.
Fucking monsters.
You kidnap a child, offer no ransom, no demands...
Leave his finger in a box and place it
in front of his goddamn parents' house.
Hang his body from a bridge.
What the fuck does this killer want?
Well, we need answers soon.
Because we've got a terrified public out there.
And I need to tell Judge Powell and his wife something.
Aaron.
Becca? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?
Yes, but I need to speak with you.
And I'm tired of leaving word with your assistant.
Let's go to my office.
Nicky, just wait outside, okay?
All right, I'll be out in a minute, okay, buddy?
Hey.
What the hell is so important?
I have my step aerobics class to teach.
You need to take Nicky to soccer.
Oh, Jesus Christ, Becca. Right now?
You know what? He'd be thrilled to have his dad see
at least one game this season.
Have you seen the news?
- I'm a little busy. - Too busy for your son?
That's not fair.
Nelson's been to see every single...
Don't say that prick's name to me.
- He's my fianc�. - He's a fucking homewrecker.
Let's take a step back here
and remember I was faithful to you.
You're the one who blew up our family.
You destroyed everything.
Take some fucking responsibility for once in your life, Aaron.
This is your family.
You made that choice a really long time ago.
Stop playing the fucking victim.
- Don't give me that shit. - Take your son to soccer.
- Be a dad. - They'll be in there a while.
What you playing?
Sonic the Hedgehog.
My dad got it special from Japan.
You any good?
I play whenever they start fighting,
so yeah, pretty good.
Even this kid had a way of coping
that was healthier than mine.
- You ever play? - Just on the TV.
With my sister.
Never played the handheld version.
You want to try it?
Wish I could. Can't.
I'm on the clock.
I got the top score in Dragon Ninjas
at Pirates Arcade. You can find me under "NAS."
Cool.
My dad used to take me to the arcade every weekend.
Well, until he got promoted.
I'll try to beat it next time I'm there.
Want a Twix?
I'm not allowed to have candy.
I can keep a secret if you can.
I'm ready.
Clark, you go first.
Um, the victim has been ID'd as Blake Kersten.
Spoke to his sister on the phone.
She said they grew up in Gables,
but Blake has been estranged from his parents
since he was 17, when they discovered he was gay.
They kicked him out the house, no word from him since.
Any priors?
Arrested a few times for drugs.
Vagrancy, loitering.
Last known residence is an SRO in Kendall.
The building manager said he kept to himself.
Seemed like a loner. Never saw him with anyone.
A loner.
Sounds like that other drug-related homicide
from a few days ago.
Sounds like a lot of cases when you're not the judge's son.
All right, uh, Dexter, you're up.
If this was a straightforward murder,
the victim would've been thrown to the ground.
His head split open on the rocks.
Blood still pumping from his beating heart.
Like this.
See the blood?
Uh, this is blood.
But instead, the crime scene looked like this.
Your point is?
The victim's heart wasn't pumping
when he hit the ground.
See?
The killer held the victim by the throat
for a significant period of time after he was already dead.
Meaning our killer wanted to feel the life leave him.
Wanted to look into the victim's eyes.
Is this another one of your... guesses?
It's based on hard evidence.
The victim wasn't robbed.
There was still cash on him, right?
And drugs.
This was about one thing
and one thing only.
The kill.
You're saying it was personal?
I'm saying it was...
intimate.
"Intimate."
Maybe because the victim was...
- Gay? - Yes. Gay.
Okay, show's over.
Are those my cantaloupes?
Hands off Tanya's melons.
And he never even apologized.
It's like he's fucking blind to anything
that isn't a dead body.
It's a little abuela.
Grandma.
Aren't you tired?
God, I couldn't sleep at all last night.
That coke was way stronger than last week's.
No, I can't spend another minute in this goddamn house.
Did your cousin ever get back to you?
Yeah, he said he can get us into Sapphire,
but he only works the door until, like, 10.
Great. 'Cause that's what time we'll be there.
What do you think?
Muy sexy.
Your dad is gonna hate it.
Omar Reyes.
"Accessory to Money Laundering."
Hardly a capital offense.
It said Reyes was a state's witness
on a RICO case targeting mail fraud.
Set to testify in court...
Next Tuesday?
Reyes wasn't Mad-Dog's last hit.
He was his next.
Hey, Dexter.
How you holding up?
I followed your advice.
Decided to take action.
Not let those feelings bottle up.
Good choice.
You and your brother?
Uh... yeah, sure is.
You have any brothers?
A sister. Deb.
Um, but she's a little mad at me right now.
Yeah, my brother and I used to get into it a lot, too.
How'd you get past it?
We never really got the chance to.
He's the boy who was shot when you were a kid.
That's why I keep his picture here.
Helps to have people know what you're going through, right?
I've only had a few people who really knew me, but...
No, don't!
I had to cut ties with them.
Well, hey, if you ever want to talk about anything...
Thanks, but I-I got to run.
- You got a boyfriend? - Maybe.
Would he mind if I bought you a drink?
Only if you stop at one.
Come on, guys!
It's Friday night!
Let's go! Let's go!
Who's ready to have some fun?
Guys, I love this song, too.
You must be really brave.
Is that your pickup line?
I'm just impressed.
It's a bold move to steal a, uh...
$300 bottle of Dom.
Especially from that crew.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Well,
this bottle belongs to that guy.
Eladio Ramirez.
Miami's reigning middle-weight boxing champion.
I could take him.
- Is that right? - Unless you want to defend me.
Listen.
I'd absolutely take a punch for you.
Only thing is my parents spent a lot of money on my teeth
and I'd like to respect their investment.
Got to head out. You want to come with?
I wish I could. But I can't ditch my friend.
We have a strict no-girl-left-behind policy.
I respect that.
Here.
- Take my number. - A card?
- What are you, an accountant? - Call me sometime.
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Hey.
What's this?
Mad-Dog definitely isn't retired.
Omar Reyes. A witness in a RICO case.
He testifies next week.
And?
Reyes is Mad-Dog's next victim.
And you know this how?
I found that picture, along with other info
about Reyes in Mad-Dog's shredder.
What do you think is happening
when a known hit man has files on a snitch
who's about to testify against the mob?
Reyes is Mad-Dog's next hit.
I mean, it's Occam's razor, Dad.
The simplest explanation is most likely the right one.
Reyes is going to die unless I do what you trained me to do.
He's a professional hit man, Dexter.
You think you can beat Michael Jordan at one-on-one?
Who?
Mad-Dog is too advanced for you.
Dad. Reyes is married.
A father of twins. Two girls.
Reyes is trying to do the right thing.
Mad-Dog will kill Reyes at any moment.
I have to do something.
Thanks, Dad.
I got your snacks. Uh, where's your brother?
Ran off.
Ran off? Where?
Don't know.
Dexter?
Dexter!
Are you hiding?
Hey! H-Hey!
Dexter!
Dexter! Dexter!
Thank God.
Hey.
What's wrong?
Are you okay?
I tried to save him.
Hey, hey, you're okay.
You're safe.
You're okay.
You really messed him up, Dex.
Brian.
Death is part of life.
All these dead lizards are in a better place.
Even that one.
With their tails?
Yes, Dex, with their tails.
Grab some dirt there.
My plan was simple.
I'd charter Mad-Dog's boat.
Posing as the happy customer named...
Doug! Good to see you again.
You ready?
As I'll ever be.
Finally, I'd be able to get Mad-Dog alone.
Great.
We'll set sail as soon as the others get here.
Well, I thought I chartered the whole boat.
Not for what you're paying, kid.
This is peak season.
I sail at capacity.
Hey, there.
Hey, my wife and daughter, they're just hitting
- the restroom. - No worries.
- All right. - So, uh, this is Doug,
and he's gonna be sharing the charter with you.
- All right. - Shall we?
I never liked a shared experience.
I'm gonna catch a sailfish.
You're doing great. Just like I taught you.
There he was,
a professional killer in the twilight of his career,
and me at my beginning.
Oh, a serenade?
To lure the fish.
He was so natural with people.
Made it look easy.
This is the life, huh?
Living the dream.
Wish I could get a boat like this.
Got to graduate college first.
So, what'd you do before running the charter?
In real estate.
Uh, foreclosures.
How'd you get into foreclosures?
Guy came at me with an opportunity.
I, uh...
found I was good at it.
Was it ever hard?
You know, taking someone's house?
Nope, just a job. And it paid.
For this boat, this guitar, my daughter's law school.
Did you ever feel bad?
All those people losing their homes,
I'm sure not all of them deserved it.
Every person I foreclosed on deserved it.
They put themselves in that position.
Where'd you draw the line? Families? Kids?
Little old ladies?
Line?
What do you care?
It was a job, I got it done.
I did what I was hired to do.
Any more questions?
I've got something.
Hold that.
Coming!
Hold on to 'er.
Hold on to 'er. You got it, huh?
All right. Reel her up, reel her up.
It was time to put Mad-Dog down.
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- Hey, it's Gio. - Hi.
Yeah, I was just calling to get some advice on my taxes.
That's your car?
I'm a very good accountant.
A five-disc CD player.
A car phone?
- Does it work? - You tell me.
Leave a message for Harry, Dexter, and Debra.
We'll call you back.
Hey, Dad, it's me. I'm sleeping over at Sofia's tonight.
I'll see you tomorrow after school.
School?
Is that a problem?
So, how fast does this thing go?
Let's find out.
So, what do you really do?
I work for my father.
And what does he do?
He drives me crazy.
My brother just started working with my dad.
They fucking can't get enough of each other.
Good.
I'd rather have you all to myself.
Wow, you're really proud of that one, huh?
Yeah. Yeah, a little bit.
How'd it come off?
Just sleazy enough.
Hey, Dad, it's me.
I'm sleeping over at Sofia's tonight.
See you tomorrow after school.
Come on, Deb, it's not even a good lie.
Hey. You're back.
Here you go, buddy.
They must have tired you out.
How'd it go with Hernandez?
He loved me.
He wants me to start moving more product as early as next week.
- Wow. - And get this.
He says Estrada knows about me and likes what I'm doing.
Laura Moser.
- So, how'd you do tonight? - Uh...
you know, we had, uh,
a little bit of excitement earlier, but, uh...
we got through it.
And as you can tell, they're asleep.
That was about an hour ago.
Without a fight?
Harry Morgan.
Great at his job and great with kids.
Um, I should probably go.
Stay for a drink.
Maybe another time.
- Here. - Oh, thank you...
What the hell?
He bought these guitars with blood.
I'd have hated to get any more on them.
I wanted him to see the faces
of the people he "foreclosed" on.
The ones he refused to talk about.
Talking about your feelings
is the best way to work through them.
I'd open him up.
No! Not the Clapton.
Shit.
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