Previously on Dexter: Original Sin...
You killed two kids. Fuck you.
Levi was with me that night,
all night.
Okay, Brandi, what day is today?
Tuesday.
It's Thursday. Now get the hell out of my sight.
At least when Mom was here,
I... I had someone.
We all got to find a way to move on.
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.
Everything you do
goes through me first.
I haven't stopped thinking about that boy all day.
Leave justice to the police.
It's not enough.
They call him Mad-Dog.
His file's the size of a phone book.
Some say his body count
could be as high as 200.
This hunger, it needs a master.
One wrong move...
it all falls apart.
Shit.
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Oh, God! Oh, my... Somebody!
Somebody help!
Shit.
Please call 911!
The average response time
for a 911 call involving a death in 1991 Miami
was seven minutes.
The body had no wallet, no ID, no face left.
Five minutes for a neighbor to identify the victim,
another three to find the house.
Which meant I only had 15 minutes
to do a little cleanup.
Shit.
Okay, a lot of cleanup.
Shit.
Thanks to Miami Metro,
I had more than enough tools
to get the job done.
Miami Metro PD!
Shit.
Just my luck.
Miami Metro was better than average that night.
Hello? Anyone home?
Nothing in here.
Wait.
Is that...
a Van Halen Signature Series?
That's da bomb.
Come on.
So, how'd everything go with Mad-Dog?
He'll never hurt anyone again.
Then why am I hearing his name on my police radio?
Want to try again?
How did everything go with Mad-Dog?
Everything went well.
But he woke up a little early,
and I just cut the ankle ropes to get his pants off.
Why were you taking his pants off?
Well, the plastic wrap clings better to bare skin than...
When were you gonna tell me he got loose?
- Dad, it's fine. - You let a half-naked man
run screaming into the streets.
I'm imagining that you were chasing after him?
No one saw me, and Mad-Dog's dead.
What if he hadn't died? He could have ID'd you.
But he did die. This doesn't have to be a big deal.
It is a big fucking deal. Do you understand?
There are uniformed police officers
searching his house right now.
If they find a sliver of evidence of foul play,
this goes right to Homicide.
They're not gonna find anything.
I followed the Code.
The code you taught me. This-this was an accident.
An accident means
you didn't think through all the possibilities.
You have to be in control, all right?
If he woke up early, that is your fuckup.
It's your responsibility.
My fuckup was letting you go after that nurse.
- It was too soon. - What?
We rushed it because of my condition.
I knew you weren't ready. Clearly, you're still not.
You're going back to basics.
Training exercises only.
You are done until I say otherwise.
- Dad, you can't... - And you do not leave this house
until I make sure you haven't fucked up anything else.
- Not even for work? - No fucking chance.
It wasn't the first time I'd been grounded,
just the first time as an adult.
Thanks for the ride.
When can I see you again?
- Soon, I hope. - Tonight, I hope.
I've got plans with the team.
Let me know when you're free.
Oh, you know I will.
Hey.
Harry. Wasn't expecting you.
- Do we have an appointment? - No.
Sorry, I, uh, should've called.
I was in the neighborhood, I thought I'd check on that body
that came in last night, found in the road?
- Pedestrian fatality? - That's the one.
Follow me.
Any surprises?
Just your classic case of truck versus guy.
Well, looks like the truck won.
Yeah, doubt this will end up in Homicide
unless there's some sort of connection
between him and the driver.
Harry was the only person who knew my true nature.
He still accepted me.
And I still needed him.
Unfortunately, the way to win back his trust
was to do...
nothing.
I learned something about myself that morning.
Death didn't feed my Dark Passenger.
Killing did.
And I was still hungry.
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Sergeant Morgan, while searching
the Shapiro family's residence,
you stated on record that you found an anomaly.
You said this remote was on the coffee table
at the scene of the crime?
Correct, that's where we found the fingerprint.
You're doing great, Detective.
Elaine, don't go easy on him.
Reed's defense attorneys sure as fuck won't.
You've been in court with them before, right, Tanya?
Barnes cross-examined me for that nightclub murder.
I wanted to punch him in his smug-ass face.
There was a bailiff there.
And, you know, professionalism.
You could've taken that bailiff.
In my sleep.
Sergeant Morgan,
were these full fingerprints?
Uh, partial.
Did these partial fingerprints yield any matches?
We identified four persons of interest.
Uh, one in prison, one deceased.
The third didn't match the evidence that Ms. Martin
and her team discovered at the scene,
which left us with one suspect: Mr. Levi Reed.
All right.
- I'm good if you are? - Yeah.
Great job, Morgan. Okay.
Martin, your turn in the hot seat.
Whoa. Great work, Laura.
Looks like you had a hell of a day.
The Colombians are starting to trust me.
Yeah?
One of them even invited me to a weekend in the Keys.
Well, you don't want to do that.
Why? Because it's dangerous
or because you're jealous?
Jealous. I love the Keys.
Meh. Overrated.
I'm more of an Orlando girl.
Oh, I really want to take the boys to that Disney park
I keep hearing about.
Well, I'm sure they'd love that.
You're going?
It's late. I should probably get out of your hair.
I-I just thought, after the other night,
you might want to stay.
So, what happened the other night,
it was great, but...
it can't happen again.
You're my CI, and I'm married.
Yeah, you're right.
We, uh, got caught up in the moment.
Yeah, took it too far.
So...
Yeah, it's settled.
Fuck.
Park. Pa... we got to talk.
You met a girl.
A girl? Park, this isn't just a girl.
And get this...
she likes me.
Do you want me to find out her name, Mr. Randall?
I could look it up. I got a friend of mine's brother...
Oh, will you stop it already?
Hello, Debra.
"Debra"?
Why so formal?
Aren't you supposed to be at the station right now?
Dad told me to stay home.
You do know that you're a big boy who doesn't have
to listen to Daddy anymore, right?
I guess.
Debra.
"Deb-ra. Deb-ra."
"Debra."
What the fuck?
You're acting so strange.
When you really think about it, "Debra" feels kind of weird
in your mouth, huh?
"Deb... bra."
Shit.
Didn't you see my note?
These are for the volleyball team.
How many have you had?
Just four.
Wait, no. Six.
Fuck, Dex.
These are pot brownies.
One would have been enough for a good high,
but you've had six?
I-I didn't... I...
I just wanted a snack.
Why are you freaking out? Haven't you had pot before?
No.
Well, I don't like being out of control.
Well, this will be good for you, then.
A chance to really go wild.
That's exactly what I was afraid of.
Anyway, I've got to get ready.
- I've got plans with the girls. - Wait, Deb, no.
N-N-No, don't go, I'm not...
What if I do something?
The only thing you'll probably do is go to sleep.
Deb, please.
Could be fun to see you all doped out.
What are you doing?
Catching up with my brother.
What's so funny?
Pizza.
It's a circle
made of triangles
packed in a square box.
Never thought about it that way.
- Oh, thank you. - Dude.
You've had ten slices and my crusts.
I've never had anything this good before.
How come we never hang like this?
For once it actually feels like we're brother and sister.
Totally.
We should talk more.
Totally.
About what?
Anything.
Like, how's it going with you and Sofia?
Good. I don't know.
You don't know?
I was hoping, now that we're both seeing people,
we could all go on a double date.
Double date.
Dubba-dubba-dubba date.
Dex and Deb do a dubba date.
Dexter, I'm trying to tell you that I'm seeing someone.
His name is Gio, and things are going well.
Oh, cool.
- Does Dad know? - Hell no.
Gio's kind of a bad boy.
But like a good bad boy.
Harry would hate him,
and Mom...
Do you think Dad will want to do anything tomorrow?
Do we have any more chocolate?
Dex, focus.
I am focused.
We never talk about Mom.
And tomorrow it'll be one year since she...
I-I'm sorry, uh, let's-let's talk Mom.
What do you miss most about her?
Whenever I was having a bad day or couldn't settle down,
she'd do that thing to my hair
where she'd tuck it behind my ear.
Oh, yeah. This?
That's the one.
It always calmed me down.
Do you think she'd be proud of us?
Honestly?
I don't know.
- I pawned her pearl necklace. - I'm a terrible person.
What?
You're the golden child. You could shit in the grass
and Dad would call it fertilizer.
I don't know.
I really messed something up this time.
I'm not sure I can come back from it.
What'd you do?
Come on, it's not like you killed anyone.
What?
What if I did?
Kill someone.
Hypothetically?
You are so high.
How can you eat all of that after last night?
That was then, this is breakfast.
I had fun.
I probably did, too.
You said so many crazy things.
Like what?
You seriously don't remember?
About pizza shapes?
Oh, that. Yeah.
- Crazy. - What's crazy?
Nothing. Just recapping our night of sibling bonding.
Well, we, uh...
Well, we all know what day it is.
I wish I knew what to say.
Doris... Mom... she, uh...
she was better at this sort of stuff.
I know we miss her every day.
I see glimmers of her when I look at the two of you.
Dex and I were talking yesterday about...
doing something for her.
Maybe we could all stop by her grave later?
Well, I've got the Levi Reed trial.
I don't know when that's gonna finish, but...
It's Mom.
No, of course, absolutely.
I'm gonna figure it out, I just, uh...
Well, how about we meet back here at the house at five?
Thanks, Dad, five is great.
Good?
I'm late for school. I'll see you both later.
Put that on.
You're going to work today.
Come on, pick it up.
Hi, boss. What did I miss?
What's the number one rule?
Don't get caught.
- Uh... - No talking during the races.
Sorry.
I get a little carried away.
But I think my boy Ginger Snap's gonna take the whole thing.
And he better because I have a lot of money riding on him.
in the Hialeah Park Everglades Handicap...
Oh. Mail.
Ah. Got one for you, Clark.
Looks like something official from Robbery.
- Hey. - Catch up with you later.
- Hey, what's up, Dad? - You learn to fingerprint yet?
- Uh, Tanya showed me. - Oh, good.
Come with me.
You want me to fingerprint that guy?
The guy who ran over Mad-Dog?
Well, you said nobody saw you, right?
Right.
Good. Well, get to work.
Did you have any other interactions
with Mr. Moretti prior to this incident?
No.
Not at all.
Hi.
I'm here to get your fingerprints.
Am I being arrested right now?
These are just elimination prints
because you touched the body.
Wait, was I not supposed to do that?
- Uh, wait... - It's okay.
You're not being arrested.
Uh, we just need your prints on file so we can rule you out.
Okay.
Was Mr. Moretti chasing anyone?
Uh, no.
Was anyone chasing him?
No.
Was there anyone else on or near the road?
No.
Guess I was off the hook.
I'm sorry for your troubles.
Is there anything that you can remember about last night
that I should know?
Like I said, he just...
he ran in the middle of the street.
A second later, I hit him.
I, I-I-I could have... I-I-I tried... I...
Can you remember anything about his appearance?
His expression?
Are you kidding me? That is all I see.
His face when he saw me. The-the terror.
I'll never forget the look on his face.
And what? I'm just supposed to go back to school?
Baseball practice? Parties?
Like nothing ever happened?
Like-like I didn't just kill a man?
I'm a murderer. I'm a murderer. I...
A normal reaction to killing someone.
And there I was, jealous I wasn't the one who'd done it.
Look, you're not a murderer.
You're a human being.
Accidents are a fact of life.
Bad things happen,
but they don't have to define you.
What matters most is what you do next.
How you grow from this is up to you.
LaGuerta was right.
Our mistakes don't have to define us.
If I wanted to kill again,
I'd need to learn from mine.
How'd Ginger Snap do?
Bad.
Had a terrible fall. Broke his hind leg.
They're gonna have to put him down.
They show that on TV?
No.
Right now they're just sedating him.
Why?
So he doesn't kick the vet in the head.
Smart.
Ugh.
It's too painful. Can't watch.
And not just because I lost so much money.
Hey, what kind of drug could sedate an animal that large?
Probably etorphine.
It's more powerful than morphine to, like, the nth degree.
I learned that from a jockey I used to ride.
Before Neil made an honest woman of me.
How long will the horse be out?
I guess, like, four hours.
I mean, if they weren't putting him down.
Great.
From a veterinary perspective.
Oh, shoot. I have to run.
My daughter has a basketball game.
Like mother, like daughter.
She wishes.
Yeah. How long will you be gone?
Probably at least a few hours.
Do me a favor, don't break anything.
From the fingerprints, we identified Levi Reed
as the most likely suspect.
But those were only partial prints?
- Yes. - So you never got
a full fingerprint match for Mr. Reed, but you still
- decided to pursue a warrant? - Objection.
- Leading the witness. - Sustained.
Please rephrase.
Without a full match,
what made you decide to pursue a warrant for Mr. Reed's arrest?
We considered other physical evidence from the scene
as well as his past criminal record.
Oh, so you profiled him?
We made a calculated decision to pursue a warrant
based on evidence from the scene,
so we moved quickly to arrest him
because the risk he might kill again.
With the court's permission,
I'd like to turn this over to my associate
- Carol Shears. - Go ahead.
Detective Morgan, do you recognize this house?
I'll never forget it.
I found the Shapiro family murdered in that house.
Did you see Mr. Reed in that house as well?
No, I did not.
But you're certain Mr. Reed was at this house
the night of the incident?
All the evidence
points to Mr. Reed being there
- at the time of the crime, yes. - Hmm.
All the evidence?
Detective Morgan, have you ever seen this woman before?
- No. - Are you sure?
Have you ever seen this woman before, Detective?
Fuck you!
Yes. Yes, I have.
And have you ever spoken with her?
Yes, but...
Under what circumstances?
She was, uh...
She was trying to alibi the defendant.
An alibi you purposely omitted from discovery
because it didn't fit your narrative.
She was totally stoned, obviously lying.
She didn't look anything like the person
- you paraded in here today. - Mm-hmm.
And you independently made that assessment yourself? Tell me,
Detective Morgan, are you a psychiatrist, too?
Objection.
Overruled.
She couldn't put two words together. I...
She didn't know what day of the week it was.
Yes or no, Detective Morgan.
Yes.
Your Honor,
willfully disregarding a good-faith alibi
constitutes suppression of evidence.
I move that this case be dismissed.
Damn it, Frank. That man killed eight people,
including two children.
That man is entitled
to a fair trial with all evidence admitted.
You should know better, Detective.
Mr. Reed.
On behalf of the people of the State of Florida,
I must apologize to you.
Case dismissed. You're free to go.
Yes.
Babe.
You should take the rest of the afternoon off
until I figure out what to do next.
About?
You.
How could you have known?
It's my job to know.
Welcome to
the third race of the day at Hialeah Park.
Once again, we're ready for the start.
And... they're off!
Want to stretch your legs, buddy?
Aw, shit, Marge. A little help?
Dagnab it.
Whoa. Hey, get back here.
Pot didn't do it for me.
This was my drug of choice.
Thank you, Doctor.
Tell the stable boy to watch for loose latches.
Fuck it.
I asked myself, "How do you calm a beast?"
Harry had been trying with me for years,
and I was anything but calmed.
Sometimes we're not as scary as we look.
Sometimes the opposite is true.
Ma'am, I'm not hanging up this phone
until you reverse this charge.
Yes, I'll hold. I have nothing but time.
Sorry, Deb.
Gonna be a while.
Thanks for coming to get me.
Want me to come with you?
I'm all right.
Oh, one more thing.
They're for your mom.
I'll be right here.
Hi, Mom.
I'm wearing the pink dress you got me.
Do I look like one of the Von Trapp kids?
God, I hated this dress.
You thought it was perfect for Grandma's birthday dinner.
I freaked.
So worried someone from school would see me.
I... I know I wasn't always the easiest kid.
Just ask the fucking swear jar.
But now that you're gone...
I miss you so much.
I feel lost.
I'm such an outsider with Dad and Dex.
They don't even see me.
I could really use someone to help me figure my shit out.
Or at least someone to listen.
Maybe it's time I stop waiting for Dad and Dex to change.
I'll keep you posted.
¿Todo bien?
Hey, did my Dad leave already?
Was he looking for me?
I have no idea.
Harry never came back to the station
after what happened at the trial.
What happened?
You haven't heard?
Your dad bungled an alibi.
The whole case was thrown out.
- So Levi Reed... - Is a free man.
I, uh...
I have to go.
Hey, Dex.
What are you doing awake?
Who's this guy?
You.
That's me?
That's really nice.
You know, it's late, I should, uh,
I should get you back to bed.
Giraffe guy for you.
- Okay. Night night. - Night night.
Night.
Dexter's not the first kid you've put to bed, is he?
Do you want to talk about it?
You know the sordid details of my life.
Happy to share the load.
I had a son...
who was, uh,
almost Dexter's age.
Harry, I'm so sorry.
It was my fault.
You're back.
Hey.
I was working late, um...
What are you doing up?
Waiting for my husband.
Well, you didn't have to do that.
Well, I thought we could celebrate.
Celebrate? Did I forget something?
I'm pregnant.
But we barely...
- W-We haven't even been trying. - I know.
It's a miracle.
I've been feeling nauseous and-and tired all week,
and so Camilla drove me to the doctors and...
Well?
What do you think?
Yeah?
I think it's wonderful.
It's wonderful.
How do you know this spot?
I used to go sailing
right off that point.
You should bring me sometime.
My dad has a yacht. You'd like that better.
You know you don't have to impress me all the time?
It's you I like, not some dumb boat.
Hey. It's a really big dumb boat.
Sorry.
You okay?
Do you not want to?
Because we don't have to do anything you don't want.
No, I... I do, I just...
it's been a hard day.
It's okay.
We can go as slow as you need.
- One more. - Okay.
Excuse me, can I get two, please?
Oh.
I assume you're not here at our old haunt
to reminisce about the good old days.
What happened with Levi Reed this morning
was a major fuckup,
and the mayor needs someone held responsible.
Thank you.
Let me save you the trouble.
I know you.
I know your record, I know you're not negligent,
and you're the best detective I've got.
And I made sure the mayor knew that, too.
I saved your job.
But there will still be consequences.
You're off the Jimmy Powell case.
It's too high-profile, and with what happened today...
I'm too high-profile.
You're gonna be working
the bottom of the Homicide list with LaGuerta
until this cools down.
You know, this is where you throw me a fucking parade
for saving your ass.
Or you say thank you.
Or at least look happy about it.
I can't.
Not while Levi Reed is still out there.
Well, I get that.
That was hard.
But there's nothing we can do about it now.
Sometimes the bad guys, they slip through the cracks.
I don't like being the crack.
Never let it happen again.
- Hey, Aaron. - Yeah.
Thank you.
The check?
Another Scotch.
Make it a double.
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Harry was a moral man.
But when a child killer went free
because of his own mistakes,
his morality could be pushed aside...
when he thought no one was looking.
Try to get free.
See? You can't.
Sorry.
Get me the fuck out of here!
Dex, this isn't funny.
Where are my fucking clothes?
See, I told you, the wrap sticks better to bare skin.
Fuck.
What about Deb?
Sh-She's gonna be home any second.
Nope, she won't.
I'm thinking through all the possibilities now.
Like you said.
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Guess you didn't read her note.
Dad, you were right.
I made a mistake with Mad-Dog.
But we all make mistakes.
You made a mistake in court.
And you were about to make an even bigger one tonight.
I followed you to the bar.
I wanted to see where you were going.
To show you how careful I could be.
How I'd never get caught.
But when you stumbled out with this...
crazed look in your eye,
I had to see where you were going.
Levi Reed's house?
What were you thinking?
What would you have done if I wasn't there?
Bad things happen,
but they don't have to define us.
What matters most is what we do next.
And I learned from my mistake.
No more perps waking up early.
One milligram of this can knock a racehorse out for hours.
That could've killed me.
I calculated the dosage for your weight
and body fat composition.
Even made sure there was no interaction
with your heart medication.
No more shrapnel.
Okay, you've made your point.
Get me out of here.
Dad, you can't stop this anymore.
I've been thinking a lot about Mom today, too.
She always saw the best in people.
But she didn't know me like you did.
And you didn't try to change me.
You trained me.
Dad, you shouldn't have been the one
going after Levi Reed tonight.
That's what you made me for.
Let me be me.
Smelling salts.
So you don't have to wait as long,
when you get Levi Reed.
We already have the proof.
Take him out.
And clean this up.
My dad and I had been talking for five minutes.
And all I heard was three words:
"Take him out."
How are you feeling?
Fucking great.
One time when I was 13, I heard you talking to Dad.
You were worried that something was...
off about me.
You begged him to get me psychologically tested.
I thought you were trying to get rid of me.
But now I know.
You were trying to help me.
Deb asked me what I missed most about you.
I couldn't tell her the truth.
I miss someone looking at me and seeing a chance at goodness.
Even if it wasn't there.
Dad saw something different.
That I could never be good.
But maybe I could still do good.
I hope he's right.
And that it's enough to make you proud.
'Cause there's no going back.
Bye, Mom.
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