Previously on Dexter: Original Sin...
Jesus!
A serial killer?
The killer's methods are escalating.
He's-he's experimenting. He's becoming more violent.
Someone took a fire poker,
beat the guy like a piñata,
and kept going after the candy came out.
Any suspects?
Moser?
Brian has been remarkably resilient
considering what they've been through.
I hate this place!
I hate all of you!
Leave me alone!
So, I'm-I'm afraid we can't handle his level of trauma.
What about Dexter?
We've grown to really love him.
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Holy shit.
Fucker is stalking my son.
You promised me...
you wouldn't separate me and Dexter.
I'm sorry.
No!
I'm gonna separate you.
Help me!
I know this is gonna sound crazy,
but I think Captain Spencer killed Jimmy Powell
and kidnapped Nicky.
That is crazy.
Please let me out of here.
What did I do?
This will all be over soon.
Nicky Spencer was spotted at a known cartel stash house.
Tell me where my fucking son is,
- motherfucker. - Aaron, stop!
Officer down!
- How's Bobby? - Shot in the neck.
Massive blood loss. He's in surgery.
Jesus Christ.
We can't let Bobby's sacrifice be in vain.
Dexter, what is this?
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? - Let me go.
I'll tell you where Nicky is.
When I get back,
you better be more forthcoming about Nicky.
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Little pig, little pig, won't you let me come in?
No, no, no, not by the hair on...
Mommy?
Mom is busy right now.
Mama?
Let's finish The Three Little Pigs.
It's your favorite.
No, no, no,
not by the hair on my chinny chin chin.
Hey!
Okay.
I got you. I got you. Hold on.
No!
That was the first time my brother was taken from me.
But it wouldn't be the last.
I-Is-isn't Dexter coming?
Not this time, dear.
We're gonna find a new family for you to stay with.
One that's... a better fit.
"A better fit" is
a polite way of saying someone didn't want you.
Next was the Kerstens.
Okay, let's go.
Sleep tight, asshole.
Let me out!
And he huffed and he puffed and blew the house down...
And he huffed...
and he puffed
and he blew the house...
Brian? How'd you get in there?
You hurt me! Brian!
Each new home was a new "better fit."
But when the fit is never right...
Got everything?
- Okay. Okay. - you just get thrown away.
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Thank you so much. I think this will be a better fit.
Okay, um, Brian, this is going to be
your new home.
Yeah. And this man is gonna show you to your room.
You can go with him. It's all right.
They said I had antisocial personality disorder.
That I lacked empathy,
disregarded social norms.
That I would exploit or violate others.
Some doctors even said I was a psychopath.
I was seven years old, then eight, nine, ten.
I had everything taken from me.
My mother, my little brother, my freedom.
For years the only constant in my life was Raul.
I thought he was the only person who actually cared about me.
Hey, there, Louise.
- Meds for Moser. - Yeah.
- Thank you, darling. - You're welcome.
Hey.
Where are they?
Where are what?
The new doctor said
I was supposed to be on three new medications
for the last six months.
It's no wonder I'm not getting any better.
I don't know what you're talking about, kid, all right?
- Just... - Where are they?
Dude, you're acting crazy.
I'm not crazy!
Security!
You get the fuck off me!
You liar!
I'm proud of you, Brian.
You've never been able to talk about your past
without losing your cool.
Seems like you're getting to a place of peace.
Thanks to you.
We've come a long way together.
Enough to go see him now?
We've talked about this.
You don't want to backtrack on all the progress you've made.
He's my brother.
He's the only family I have in this world.
And he's a trigger for you.
It'll only cause you to spiral.
I can handle it.
Actually, you can't.
Then what am I doing this for?
So I can work at a RadioShack for the rest of my life?
Brian, if you keep pressing,
we'll have to talk about sending you back to the hospital.
You don't want that, do you?
Then I suppose there's nothing more you can do for me.
No!
After being on my table, Spencer was desperate.
And desperate people do desperate things.
For a moment, I thought he was taking me to the station.
But even he couldn't be that desperate.
We'd been scouring the city and Spencer'd been
keeping Nicky a half mile from the station.
You son of a bitch.
When we took Ben to your mother's
and snuck off to the Keys.
I believe this was the night we conceived Ana.
Heard that.
Oh. Shit, sorry. Am I interrupting?
No, not at all.
It's really good to see you, Debra.
- Sorry, Missy. - Hi.
Didn't realize you'd still be here.
I didn't, either.
Well, I should get the kids home.
It's way past their bedtime, so...
I'm gonna stay here with Bobby.
No, you've already done so much.
- Oh, come on, this is nothing. - It's everything.
I mean, between you and everybody else at Miami Metro,
Bobby hasn't been alone for one minute.
It's meant so much.
Well, there isn't anything we wouldn't do for this guy.
Or for you. You're family.
Thank you.
And thank you, too.
'Cause I know there's a million other places you could be.
My Dad was right, for once.
You're family.
There's no place I'd rather be.
Thanks.
Night, mi amor.
I'll be back in the morning.
And try not to do anything too exciting until then.
Thanks for being here, Deb.
Unfortunately, thanks to Mom and then you,
I've become quite the expert
on this hospital bedside manner shit.
How is he?
Keeps going in and out of consciousness.
We're just supposed to keep talking to him.
Apparently that helps, even if he can't respond.
Morgan. I just got a page.
News chopper spotted a body on the roof of a building.
I just told Missy I was gonna stay with Bobby.
Can you handle it?
It's nice to know you trust me.
But this one...
All right.
Give us a minute, hon.
Dispatch told me the scene's especially ugly.
The-the victim was dismembered.
With a chain saw.
Has the vic been ID'd yet?
Barbara Plimpton.
I'm Barb Plimpton.
Name mean anything to you?
No.
Hey, Deb.
What's up, Dad?
I hate to do this to you, but can you stay with Bobby?
No problem.
All right, if anything changes, just page me.
You got it.
Think this could be our guy?
I wasn't going to get to Nicky first.
I had to give Spencer something else to worry about:
me.
Spencer!
You left without saying goodbye.
Motherfucker.
Help.
Help!
I've always been more comfortable in darkness.
Help!
Where's Dexter?
He's off this shift. Which is a good thing.
This is more of a big boy crime scene.
- What do we know so far? - Only what you see.
Body was cut into six pieces.
She was alive when it happened. Gnarly, right?
What kind of monster would do this?
All that rage.
You think this could be our serial killer?
Next step in his evolution?
I'm gonna...
check the perimeter.
Detective, how do you want to handle the body?
Detective Morgan?
Where the hell is Morgan?
Help!
Fuck.
Help! Help!
Help!
No!
That's your son.
Is he?
Help!
Help! Help!
He's a kid.
An innocent. He doesn't deserve any of this.
Deserve has nothing to do with this.
Look. I get rage.
Believe me,
there are better ways to handle it, I promise.
What kind of monster are you?
I'll give you a choice.
You can come after me.
Or you can save him.
So the real question is
what kind of monster are you?
Help!
Someone'll be here soon.
You're safe now, Nicky.
Bobby?
Don't know if you can hear me, but...
apparently I'm supposed to talk to you.
Last time I was in a hospital with someone I love,
my dad had just had a heart attack.
And before that,
my mom was dying.
Uh... Fuck me.
I'm supposed to be keeping it positive.
The FSU scout called.
Guess I'm still in the running for that scholarship,
even though I punched Tiffany in the face.
Oh, yeah.
I punched Tiffany,
got suspended.
Not sure if my dad told you that.
It wasn't my best moment, but...
guess the door is still open to play at FSU.
I should know by the end of the week.
All I have to do is wait.
And we both know how good I am at that.
This year sucked so much.
I mean, just really fucking blown.
I mean, between my mom dying and Dad's heart attack,
Dexter not being around as much.
Stupid breakups,
some asshole and my best friend.
Fuck my life.
I need a new game plan.
Where are you, baby brother?
We need to talk, Brian.
Chain saw give me away?
Just confirmed what I already knew.
That you're on some kind of twisted revenge quest.
Killed Barb Plimpton, your social worker.
Raul Martinez, an orderly at Harbor Light Mental Institute.
And Dr. Petrie, your therapist.
Who hasn't wanted to kill their shrink?
Well, what about the other two victims?
What'd they do to wind up on your list?
Blake Kersten
was the son of the host family that I stayed with
after you sent me away.
He wasn't very nice to me.
Stay where you are.
What about Woodard?
He was in my group home.
He wasn't very nice to me, either.
But not only did you kill them,
you used them as bait
so you could watch Dexter work their crime scenes.
How do you figure that?
I read Petrie's files.
I understand how disturbed you are
and how desperate you are to see him.
Petrie's right.
You shouldn't contact Dexter
and I'm gonna make sure you never do.
Too late.
Anyone sitting here?
Yeah. I'm saving their seats.
Sorry.
No problem.
What did you do to him?
What are you talking about?
To Dexter. To make him forget his own brother.
He was so young, so traumatized, he blocked it all out.
How convenient.
Is that why you threw me away?
So you wouldn't have to tell your son the truth?
That you fucked his mom,
forced her to snitch
and sent her off to the cartel
to get chainsawed to pieces in front of him.
And what about the fact
that you buried his only surviving sibling
so deep in the system...
because then you'd have him all to yourself.
I never meant to hurt you.
But you couldn't be saved. Dexter could.
Dexter needs me.
You're right.
He needs you...
to let him go.
You come back into his life,
you're just gonna bring all of that pain with you.
All of that suffering.
Is that what you want for your little brother?
I saved Dexter from all of that.
Gave him a good life, a chance to thrive.
He never would have had that with you.
Two things can be true at the same time.
You can hate me for good reasons
and still know that I am the best thing for Dexter.
You really think you're the hero.
Far from it.
But I am gonna bring you in.
And if you truly love your brother,
you're not gonna say a damn thing.
I'm not going to prison.
You're going to have to finish what you started
when you threw me away 17 years ago.
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- Babe. - In the past year...
Why don't you come back to bed?
It's the same broadcast as earlier tonight.
They might have an update on Nicky.
- The cops would have called. - I'll be up.
While some people are celebrating this boost...
Promise.
in the local economy,
many Miami residents are concerned
that the higher prices and property taxes
may make home affordability not possible.
In sports news,
Florida native Jim Courier upsets Andre Agassi...
- Nelson? Honey? - to win the French Open.
Agassi, who was the...
Nelson! Oh, my God!
- I'm gonna fucking kill you! - Aaron, stop it!
Please! Please!
You lied to me! You told me he was my son!
You lying bitch.
How could you do this to me?
I loved you. I loved you.
How could you do this to me?
What did you do to Nicky?
Same thing I'm gonna do to you.
But I'm gonna look you in the eye when I do it!
You fucking bitch!
Spencer running would've been logical.
But I knew hate had no logic.
An unidentified woman has been found dead
on top of a Brickell high-rise.
The woman's body was dismembered into six pieces.
Police believe her assailant used a chain saw.
The body was left out on top of a downtown rooftop...
Shit.
What?
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Bobby.
Deb?
He's okay.
He's gonna be okay.
Are you okay?
Everything's fine.
What a beautiful night on the water.
I'd spent weeks with this intense urge
to find and kill the murderer of Jimmy Powell.
Some people are worth the wait.
Oh, it's you.
Again.
How does it feel to have ruined your own life?
Your entire legacy. All for nothing?
No. I taught her a lesson.
She'll... She will never feel safe again.
Well, you did do that.
But Nicky's alive.
Nicky, Becca and Nelson...
have a chance at happily-ever-after.
But you?
Not so much.
Look at yourself.
You get to die knowing that you failed.
As a cop, as a father,
a husband...
a human being.
If you only knew
how your dad failed you.
No. This isn't about Harry.
No, this night is all about you.
How many lives were you willing to destroy
just because you couldn't handle your own emotion?
I am the goddamn Miami Metro Homicide captain.
You are a psychotic piece of shit!
Stop it.
You don't deserve that badge.
And you don't deserve to live.
Enough!
Just get it over with.
Now it's "over with."
Thanks to Camilla's generous offer,
I had a new way to dispose of my bodies.
I was a little closer to my final form.
I almost felt... complete.
In breaking news,
the search for the son of Miami Metro's Homicide captain,
Aaron Spencer, is finally over.
The boy is in stable condition
at Angel of Mercy Hospital, his mother at his side.
What happened to you?
Yeah, I, uh...
a rough case.
See this?
According to a source,
the boy alleged he'd been kidnapped
by his own father,
who has not been seen nor heard from...
Your instincts were right about Spencer.
If it weren't for me...
- Dad... - Hey.
If it weren't for me,
Spencer would have been caught by now.
Nicky would've been rescued days ago.
I never should have stopped you from...
going after him.
I'm sorry I didn't listen to you.
That's okay.
I didn't listen to you, either.
Does that mean...
Spencer will never hurt anyone again.
And-and Nicky? Was that, was that you, too?
Spencer tried to drown him, Dad.
His own son.
I saved him.
Gave him mouth-to-mouth before we even broke the surface.
Don't worry. Nobody saw me.
Not even Nicky.
I've known Spencer forever.
He was my friend.
Never in a million years
could I ever have imagined he'd be capable of killing a child.
Or...
torturing his own son.
I saw in Spencer what I wanted to see,
not who he actually was.
That person you once knew...
who we all knew...
he was good.
Spencer wasn't born a monster.
He became one.
But me...
I was born this way.
Hey! I got you.
Yes.
You were.
But I couldn't be prouder
of what you've become.
Thank you for believing I could be more.
For showing me how to channel my urges.
Control them.
And for teaching me who deserves to die.
I'm sorry it had to be your friend.
You did the right thing...
son.
Deb.
Hey.
Thought you weren't talking to me.
I'm not. But I heard about Gio.
And even though you suck...
I wanted to make sure you were okay.
- I'm done with him. - Good.
I'm sorry.
I royally fucked up.
Yes, Dex is my brother.
But he's also an idiot.
And you're my best friend.
And I should've cared way more about your feelings.
I'm sorry, too.
I shouldn't have told Tiffany about the car prank.
I was just trying to get her to chill,
but I should've known she'd react like a total psycho.
Tiff's gonna Tiff.
But you and me...
we're cool?
Yeah. Yeah, we are.
We have people searching everywhere.
Airports. Bridges. Trains.
Hell, even cruise ships.
I keep looking at these boards, waiting for 'em to make sense.
All this evidence... how did we miss this?
You had too much history.
And that malparido, he was too good a liar.
Yeah. But how did it get this far?
To kill Jimmy, go after his own son?
For what?
People clouded by anger...
they don't make logical decisions.
They make dangerous ones.
With serious consequences.
Yeah.
Well, officially,
there's counseling available
for any officer who needs it.
Unofficially,
I got a bottle of Santa Teresa 1796 in my desk.
Appreciate it.
Oh, uh, how was Tampa?
Any news on LaGuerta's serial killer?
Between you and me, uh,
LaGuerta was wrong about the NHI cases.
There is no serial killer.
I thought you were on board with her.
I was giving her the benefit of the doubt.
But, you know, sometimes things are just random.
I've already filed my report.
Tyrannosaurus Dex, crazy few days, huh?
Sorry you've been stuck on the sidelines.
I heard about that body on the roof.
We would've called you, but it's too intense for intern eyes.
That's a good point, Vince.
He shouldn't be an intern.
The brass gave me the approval for another head.
Dexter, how would you feel about
joining the department full-time?
I'd feel...
good.
Then this is for you.
All right, no more coddling.
Have these analyzed, recorded and on my desk
in the morning before I get in.
And I get in early.
Congrats.
Always said you were the third-best forensics person here.
A whole new set of playmates I had yet to meet.
Harry'd spent years teaching me
that some people deserved to die.
This was the first time I understood why I had to do...
what I do.
Because some people deserved to live.
- Here you go. - Oh, hell yes.
Gracias.
Enjoy.
So nice having something other than a fucking pancake for dinner.
No offense, Dex.
None taken.
I had to find some way to celebrate
my boy's big promotion.
- Thanks. - You know,
Dex isn't the only Morgan with some good news.
Yeah?
Is this what I think it is?
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An acceptance letter to...
Miami Metro Police Academy?
I know that we were all excited about FSU.
But after seeing Tanya and Camilla
and LaGuerta in action,
and after what everyone did at Bobby's blood drive...
hell, seeing the whole department show up for Nicky...
I realized I could spend the next four years of my life
spiking balls over a net
or I could be part of something bigger than myself.
Something that matters.
Deb...
I'm thrilled.
- You shitting me. - I shit you not.
I mean, the Academy might not be what I'd imagined for you.
But the important thing is, it's what you imagined for yourself.
And you made it happen.
Well, being a Morgan didn't exactly hurt with Miami Metro.
Maybe. But you're gonna be a great cop.
And I am very proud of you.
And I know your mom would be very proud, too.
Congrats, Sis.
Yeah.
Promise not to embarrass you too much
when you get to the station.
Now you'll have to include me in all your secret conversations.
Right. Yeah.
That's my cue to celebrate!
Let's go keep an eye on her.
Can you believe that girl is gonna be an officer of the law?
You know what? I can.
The three of us working together, how great is that?
Well, you know, I'm not gonna be around forever.
Oh, don't say that.
Listen, you need to hear this.
When I taught you the Code, I thought...
I hoped...
it would give you a way to deal with your urges on your own.
And on that cargo ship,
you could have gone after Spencer,
left Nicky to die.
You didn't.
You chose to save a child
instead of giving in to your own compulsions.
I controlled my urges.
You channeled them.
For good.
Thanks to your Code.
It's your Code now.
Come on, I'm tired of dancing alone.
Join me, Dex.
Please?
Pretty please, with cheese on top?
And roasted pork, and ham, and pickles?
All right. All right.
I'd always thought I'd never be normal.
But in that moment, I knew
the one thing that could save me was...
family.
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