Previously on Dexter: Original Sin...
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?
You're shitting me. A serial killer?
No one in shitting you, Captain.
All the victims come from high-risk population,
all loners.
Nothing was taken from them,
so robbery isn't a motive.
What do you think?
I think she's on to something, Aaron.
I think it's worth pursuing.
Someone took a fire poker,
beat the guy like a piņata.
Kept going after the candy came out.
- Any suspects? - Moser?
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Holy shit.
Fuck.
I got the top score in Dragon Ninjas at Pirates Arcade.
- You can find me under "NAS." - Cool.
Got kicked off the team
and suspended from school.
What about the scholarship?
There's a big shipment of cocaine
heading to New York tomorrow night.
This is it.
- Dex, what do you think of Mommy's nails? - Pretty.
- Oh, my... No. - No.
Come here.
No!
Laura,
I'm disappointed in you.
Spare my boys.
Please don't look. Please.
I know this is gonna sound crazy,
but I think Captain Spencer killed Jimmy Powell
and kidnapped Nicky.
That is crazy.
Dad?
Nicky Spencer was spotted at a known cartel stash house.
Tell me where my fucking son is,
- motherfucker. - Aaron, stop.
- I'll blow your fucking head off... - Aaron! Aaron, no!
Gun!
Officer down!
Oh, shit.
Keep pressure, just keep pressure.
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I-29. I-29.
N-37.
Oh, you missed N-37 there.
Well, who says the art of being a gentleman is dead?
What are you doing playing bingo with all us crones?
My mom always said, "Bingo is the best way to gamble
without losing all of your money," so here I am.
Well, your mother is a wise woman.
I'm Barb.
Brian.
B-6. B-6.
Oh, my God, oh.
- Bingo! - So soon.
You are my lucky charm tonight. Don't you go anywhere.
I wouldn't dream of it, Barb.
Hey.
Batista, how's he doing? How's Bobby?
Shot in the neck.
Massive blood loss. He's in surgery.
- Jesus Christ. - I'm so sorry.
Yeah.
Hey, well, what about his wife? Does she know?
Missy's in the surgical waiting area,
hoping on an update from the surgeon.
It's a nightmare.
You mind if I have a word with you?
Sure.
What?
Look, I know that it's a crazy time.
But if we're gonna be partners,
I need you to come clean with me.
What are you talking about?
I saw you steal the file from Tampa PD.
Who is Brian Moser?
He's from a vice case Bobby and I worked back in '73.
We were trying to get inside the Estrada Cartel.
We had an informant, a woman, Laura Moser.
Mother of Brian.
And?
She was killed.
It was my fault.
Your fault how?
I was having an affair with her.
Emotions got in the way.
It's one of the biggest regrets of my life.
I always wondered what happened to little Brian.
Such a sweet kid.
So that's why you stole the file.
This has nothing to do with our case.
All right? This is a private matter,
and I'd prefer to keep it that way.
Bobby and I swung by Laura's place.
The house was torn apart, there was food on the floor.
Laura and her boys have been kidnapped.
I can feel it in every fiber of my being.
So you want me to jeopardize the Estrada case on a feeling?
The case.
The case...
The case is compromised.
What the fuck are you talking about?
I had an affair with Laura.
I know.
I know, I fucked up.
One of Estrada's henchmen probably saw us together.
Oh, Jesus, Harry.
Does Doris know?
That doesn't matter.
You know what the cartel will do to an informant.
Spence, they have her two boys.
- Any idea where they are? - PortMiami docks.
Estrada does all of his business there.
I can lead the charge.
You can join the search.
But as a uni.
Give me your shield. Give me your shield.
We are looking for a mother
and her two boys, age seven and three.
They could be in any shipping container on the premises,
but we cannot open any without probable cause,
so any proof of life
in a shipping container is enough to crack open the lock,
so if there is a whimper, a scream,
a K-9 indicating a scent,
that's good enough.
- You understand me? - Yes, Captain, sir.
All right, dismissed. Let's get it done.
No fucking way we're gonna find them in all this.
Hey, we're gonna find them.
You keep looking. Go!
Go on, keep looking!
Not gonna give up.
Gonna find you.
I can't even imagine what he's going through right now.
Spencer had everyone fooled,
but not me.
For him, pain was pleasure,
the difference between the two razor-thin.
Spencer was my first child killer,
true evil incarnate.
He's still alive, I know it.
- You just have to find him. - Yes.
Find him.
We can't let Bobby's sacrifice be in vain.
He would want all of us out there right now
shaking the goddamn cartel tree until we find my son.
Our son.
In that moment, I, too, had an intense need
to find out what had happened to Nicky.
And there was only one person who knew.
Spencer's bachelor pad.
For a minute I thought I'd walked into the wrong apartment.
The place didn't look like the home of a police captain.
But it did work as a crash pad for a recently divorced husband.
Children's charcuterie.
What a concept.
Shakespeare was right.
You can smile and smile and all the while still be a villain.
Thank you for the ride home.
God, I've been up for 20 hours straight.
I'm bleary-eyed as hell.
Well, you have had the shittiest of shitty days.
Sometimes I thought Harry was a little too kind.
Yeah.
I just still can't believe those sons of bitches opened fire on us.
Hey, look, we found Nicky's jersey.
Next, we're gonna find Nicky.
Yeah. I need a drink.
I got a bottle of Glenfiddich around here somewhere.
I can't say no to that.
All right.
Oh, hi.
Uh, any news about Bobby?
Uh, next 24 hours are critical.
Hey, thanks for getting your sister out of Bimini.
Oh, not a problem.
It was fun to be out on Camilla's boat.
Slice of Pie. So good.
How goes your hunt for our serial killer?
Uh, the suspect we thought was good for it,
he was, uh, killed a few weeks ago.
Well, is it connected?
Uh, you think the killer has four homicides under his belt?
Honestly, I don't think any of 'em are related.
It's not a serial killer case.
I'll never forget the first time
my father lied to my face.
Hey, that was mine.
Before you say anything,
I dumped Gio.
It's finito.
You can ground me for a month. I know I deserve it.
I'm just glad you're safe.
But no more dating
older guys, ever, you understand?
The heart wants what the heart wants, Dad.
But I'll do my best.
My sister was always the most honest person in the family.
I do have to give you some bad news about your godfather.
- Bobby? - Yeah.
He's been shot, he's in the ICU,
and he's gonna be there for a while.
- Can I see him? - No, they've restricted visitors
- until his condition improves. - Jesus Christ,
there's got to be something I can do.
M-Miami Metro's having a blood drive.
Done. Where do I sign up?
Why don't you bring your sister to work?
Been three days.
People are probably starting to feel like it's a lost cause.
Well, fuck that.
Hey, I got something!
- Over here. - All right.
Chinny-chin-chin.
- Hey! - Uh, yeah.
They killed 'em all.
Oh, my...
Help.
Hey. Hey.
Hey. Oh, God.
Okay, I got you.
I got you.
All right.
Dad!
Dad, Dad, I know it's you.
Please let me out of here.
What did I do?
Why did you do this?
You didn't do anything wrong.
This will all be over soon.
No, Dad, don't go, please!
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Everyone loves Bobby, huh?
You can sign in over here.
Uh, I'll be around if you need anything.
You're not gonna wait with me?
Got work to do, deadlines,
but I'll give later.
Kramer, Johnson. You're next.
Jimmy was killed with an ice pick
to the back of his head.
The back of his shirt was covered in blood.
Nicky was alive when this jersey was removed.
Holy shit.
This line is bananas.
Morgan, you went to medical school, right?
Uh, nope, premed.
Great. Want to draw blood,
get that line moving?
No, thanks.
That wasn't an ask, that was an order,
but phrased nicely.
Go forth, draw much blood.
Any other time, that would have been an exciting endeavor.
Is this records?
Guilty as charged.
I'm looking for a file from '73.
Uh, the Estrada Cartel case.
Started off at vice, became a homicide.
Camilla Figg.
Guardian of Records since time immemorial.
And you are?
Detective Maria LaGuerta.
The new girl. We can always use more estrogen in homicide.
Welcome. Right this way.
Here you go. Everything you need to know and more.
Real vicious bunch.
Yeah.
Oh, sorry, but do you mind?
Of course.
And don't bother refiling. I'll handle it.
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"One son, Brian Moser, age seven."
Got what I needed. Thanks.
We aim to please.
All right...
You were right. She came down.
She seem satisfied?
There's no mention of Dexter in any records.
LaGuerta's off the trail.
Great. Uh, any sign of what I was looking for?
Brian's youth records are sealed.
Doubly so when there's medical records attached.
- Any forwarding address? - Nothing.
No arrests.
As far as I can tell, Brian went to the Tampa facility
shortly after leaving you.
Harry. You all right?
I'm good enough.
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The state would prefer not to separate siblings.
Is there any way you could foster them as a pair?
Uh, Brian has been remarkably resilient
considering what they've been through.
And Dexter,
he hasn't said a word since, well...
How did the boys come into state custody?
Uh, their mother was, uh...
part of an undercover drug case that went south.
She was an informant and, uh...
murdered by the cartel.
What about their father?
He's in prison.
Relinquished all parental rights.
Has zero interest in being their father.
So, they're on their own?
Yeah.
I need a moment with my husband.
Oh, yeah. Sure.
I just have one question.
Is their mother Laura Moser?
That woman you had an affair with?
Yes.
Hi.
Do you like firetrucks?
These boys need a mother.
Hello.
Hi. Who are you?
Oh. Sorry. Yeah. I'm Debra Morgan.
Deb. Harry's daughter.
Maria. I work with your father.
What you working on?
Trying to catch a possible serial killer.
Like Silence of the Lambs? Can I see?
I'm sorry, but... no.
Where's your father?
Hey.
- You're the other Morgan kid, right? - Yeah.
Deb.
You're Tanya? My brother's boss?
The one and only.
I love the idea of him being ordered around by a lady boss.
Well, I'm certainly good at that.
Did you always want to do this?
Good question. No.
When I was your age, I was all about basketball.
That's kind of tough when you're fun-sized.
And don't have a dick.
Tell me about it.
Volleyball.
You get it.
Those little moments where everything works out.
You make a perfect pass to your forward. They score.
An impossible rebound.
A diving bump that saves the game.
Fucking-A. Love those times.
Endorphins flood your system.
Singular moments.
It's where happiness happens.
So here, it's catching criminals.
Solving a mystery that no one else can figure out?
That's the shit.
You got some blue in your blood?
Considering the family business?
Nah. That's a male Morgan thing.
That's too bad.
We could always use more kickass women around here.
Come back and visit me anytime.
This was not the blood drive I was hoping for.
Getting Spencer on my table was going to have to wait.
Or maybe not.
Captain!
I see they've got you doing everything around here now.
Yeah. Got a spot for you right here.
Now, you've done this before, right?
Don't be nervous.
Steady.
That's good.
Here, let me move that up for you.
Thanks.
Nice veins.
I can't imagine the pain you and your wife must be in.
Ex-wife.
Yeah. She's-she's just a wreck.
Did you find anything at the Tigres house
that could help me find my son?
- Want some good news? - Yeah.
Blood on Nicky's jersey wasn't indicative of a fatal wound.
It was only on the front.
And most likely from the... finger amputation.
Yeah.
He was a better actor than a cop.
So, he could still be alive?
There's a solid chance he is.
I'll take any hope I can get.
Why do you think the cartel has targeted children?
They're fucking evil animals.
I couldn't agree more.
Yeah.
People who hurt kids...
Chalked that up to foreplay.
I hope you do a better job
with the cold cases I assigned you
than you do drawing blood.
Well, actually, hoping to turn the corner on a big case.
Tonight could even be the night.
Good.
We need some good news around here.
Oh. Your turn.
Morgan. Consider your blood drive days over.
Every day we leave evidence of ourselves behind.
Whether we like it or not.
DNA, hair,
dandruff...
Fingerprints.
Identifiers of who we are. Where we've been.
Hey, Dex. Can I ask a favor?
What's up?
I... want to donate blood. For Bobby.
Great. The line's gone down a lot.
The-the-the thing is... I-I can't.
I'm sure Bobby'll have more than enough blood.
That's the problem.
Everyone is doing it. Hell, even your sister.
People ask questions.
There were some mysteries even I couldn't fathom.
You know about me. Yeah?
Yeah?
Last month I, uh...
I got a call from a former partner
who tested positive.
For HIV?
Yeah. I-I got tested,
but it-it's still a few weeks away from results.
This is what happens to normal people with big secrets.
It's harder for them to keep their masks on straight.
I've got you.
It was odd being the blood giver...
but as a budding master at keeping secrets,
it felt good to help a novice.
Thanks again. You're a lifesaver.
I'd never been called that before.
Have a cookie.
Somebody still hasn't given blood.
I have an intense fear of needles.
Specifically when they are poked into me.
You just haven't been poked in the right place, my friend.
Yeah.
Thanks anyway, but I think I have to pass.
I'd hate to faint in front of the guys.
Listen, intern. One of our own is in need.
This is what we do.
Which arm?
Left, please.
Can you smile for Mama?
Yes.
What?
Dexie's hungry.
He wants a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Okay.
I'm just gonna put Debbie down.
Okay.
Mommy will be right back.
Shut up.
What are you doing?
Why did you do that?
Too noisy.
Brian, you are in a time-out.
Just stay on the couch until Harry comes home.
Hey, we got to talk about what you did to Deb.
That was really dangerous, and you could've hurt her.
Don't just shrug.
You can't do things like that.
You're not my dad.
I know.
I'm not.
Doris and I, we're both here
to take care of you and your brother.
I don't want you to. I want to go home.
I miss my mom!
Hey, hey.
Look. Hey. Come on. Take it easy.
I hate this place!
This isn't our home!
I hate you!
I hate all of you!
Leave me alone!
I cross-checked recently released patients
from that Tampa hospital against our records.
And?
Three have addresses in Dade County,
two have been arrested.
- I'm gonna give them a visit. - Hmm, nice work.
Uh, if you don't mind, I'm gonna go through our files,
see if there's anything I've missed.
Do your thing.
- Keep me posted. - Will do.
All right.
Raul...
what did you do to Brian?
All right.
He's an orphan. Foster care like Brian.
Holy shit.
Fucker is stalking my son.
Oh, my God.
This seven-card approach is a game changer.
I'm only one call away on three of them.
All I need is I-24, and that sweet
$75 jackpot is mine.
I-25.
Bingo.
About time you won.
Hey. Let's celebrate.
Applebee's, on me?
Dinner with you would make a nice consolation prize.
I think I might be addicted to bingo.
You think there's a Bingo's Anonymous,
in case my addiction gets out of hand?
Yeah.
Is-is that your car?
Your chariot awaits.
I can't sit back there.
I want to sit up front.
Well, Barb...
life is full of wants and desires.
I wanted to spend my life with my little brother...
Dexter.
B-Brian?
Brian Moser?
Hello?
Dad? Dexter?
Hi, Debra Morgan.
It's Kelsey from Florida State University.
We've been made aware of the incident
at your high school last week,
but the coach rewatched your tape
and is still interested in meeting about a scholarship.
If you wouldn't mind calling us back
at the FSU administrative office,
we'd love to hear from you. Thanks.
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I'd been feeling...
unsettled
ever since I'd seen Jimmy hanging from that bridge.
But I never dreamed that it would be my blade
that ended Jimmy's killer's life.
Spencer was exactly the sort of person
Harry created the Code for.
Too bad Harry didn't see it that way...
yet.
Note to self: giving blood is harder than taking it.
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"$5,000 cash" by 1 a.m.
- "or I tell the world." -
Fucking Victor.
Come in.
Thank you for taking the late shift.
Are you kidding? I'd do anything for this big tub of love.
Don't be kissing my husband while he's unconscious.
While he's unconscious.
Okay, I got it.
I'm...
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.
So much I want to tell you, ask you.
For the first time, you can't complain
that I'm yapping too much.
You know those murders LaGuerta and I have been saddled with?
Turns out, you and I know who the perp is.
Brian Moser.
Dexter's brother.
I haven't told LaGuerta.
This is the point where I need to use
that big brain of yours.
Brian wants to connect with Dexter
for whatever fucked-up reason.
And if I bring Brian in, he blows up everything.
Dexter will learn the gory details...
of his god-awful past.
Who knows what that'll do to him?
What do I do, Bobby?
Hey.
What?
Save...
Dexter.
Hey!
Hey, Doc! He's awake!
He's had flashes of violence.
He put our baby in danger.
So I'm-I'm afraid we can't handle his...
level of trauma.
What about Dexter?
We've grown to really love him.
We know that the state
doesn't want to split siblings, but...
Daddy, where's Biney going?
What the fuck?
I learned a valuable lesson that night.
Never give two pints of blood on stalk-and-kill days.
Dexter?
What is this?
Trying to beat one of Nicky's top scores.
I'm gonna put in your boy's initials.
Least I can do for him.
What the hell is going on?
Oh, let's not play that game.
I think we both know what's going on here.
Why do you have those pictures up there?
Why my son?
Wow.
You are one great actor.
How do you do that?
How do you, who is, as you yourself said,
"a fucking evil animal,"
give such a convincing, innocent performance?
You have the wrong guy.
Oh, no, you're the right guy.
Remember that blood on the box that held your son's finger?
Your first mistake.
I could've passed it off as a coincidence,
but that wound on your forearm...
Nicky fought back, didn't he?
He's older than Jimmy, tougher to wrangle.
And then there was that hesitation mark on Nicky's finger.
Was it hard, even for "a fucking evil animal" like you,
to cut off your own son's finger?
But the real proof?
Undeniable?
When I saw you give your son's bloody jersey to that junkie.
Then you killed those Los Tigres members to cover it up.
And let's not forget what happened to Bobby.
I like him.
I like him, too.
How many other children have you murdered over the years?
None.
Seriously?
Drop the innocent act.
How many?
I am not a serial killer.
I protected this city.
I spent my entire life in the pursuit of justice.
I'm a goddamn hero!
I thought you were a hero.
You were always one of the good guys to me.
I am one of the good guys.
Good guys don't kill kids.
She betrayed me.
Becca?
Betrayed my family and turned Nicky against me.
Oh, you did all this to... to hurt your ex-wife?
Aren't you a fucking genius?
In that moment I realized a single incident
could turn a good person into a monster.
It was a sobering realization.
The world became an even darker place.
Let me go.
I'll tell you where Nicky is.
You kill me,
he'll die of starvation.
Tell me.
You heard me. There's only one way to find out.
Fuck.
Want to feel how Nicky and Jimmy felt?
I guarantee zero hesitation marks when I do it.
Fuck you!
Did your son scream like that?
Did Jimmy Powell?
That moment
was the worst case of serial killer blue balls I'd ever had.
I've learned firsthand you can lose two pints of blood
and still function, but when you get to three,
it's a little iffy, mortally speaking.
Let me go.
No. I'm gonna let you sit here and think about what you did.
And when I get back...
you better be more forthcoming about Nicky.
What are you, what are you doing?
You remember what you promised me?
I'm sor...
I'm sorry.
You, uh...
you needed help.
What I needed was my family.
My brother.
I, I, uh...
I did what I thought was best
for you and your brother, Brian.
No.
No. Please.
You promised me,
you wouldn't separate me and Dexter.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
But you did.
So... now...
No!
No...
I'm gonna separate you.
Help me! Help me!
Tamping down my Dark Passenger's urges
was never easy,
but when a child's life was at stake,
it felt... right.
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