Previously on Dexter...
We have a serial killer
who's taking out rideshare drivers.
- Are you him? - Who?
The guy who broke into my apartment
and left the invitation with all my trophies.
No.
"You're cordially invited to a dinner party
for like-minded individuals."
It's a dinner party for serial killers.
- Ronald Schmidt? - Call me Red.
Time to meet the man of the manor.
Leon Prater.
I've been hosting this gathering for years.
So there are others?
The Tattoo Collector.
- Welcome to the freak show. - You'll love Mia.
She's notorious for taking out sexual predators.
Predators? Does she have a Code?
How many of Prater's gatherings have you been to?
This is my fourth year.
- You must enjoy it. - I enjoy the money.
I'm gonna take a quick shower.
Showering with a serial killer?
Uh, something just came up.
- Thanks for the run. - What?
Fu...!
- You ever meet Ryan Foster? - Ryan.
This fucker quit on me.
Don't suppose you know a spot that can fix this?
Came in one piece, left in nine.
No, no, no, no!
Really hope they catch that guy.
This is a dark path you're going down.
I truly hope you don't become like your dad.
Harrison, don't.
Dad?
You're-you're dead. I shot you.
I know this is a lot to process.
Let's just take a walk, bud...
How the fuck are you here? How did you find me?
I promise I'll answer all of your questions, just not here.
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Are you stalking me?
No. I care about you.
I moved here to...
to watch over you.
How the fuck are you alive?
Good question.
The ice-cold weather slowed my heart rate
and I didn't bleed out,
but I was in a coma for ten weeks.
The doctor said...
You're like a goddamn horror movie villain,
like Michael Myers
or the fucking guy with the hockey mask.
You think they're dead, and then...
There certainly are some similarities.
Here, have a seat.
How about something to drink?
Why aren't you in jail?
Chief Bishop cleared me of all charges.
Logan shot at me.
I was unarmed.
Even she determined it was self-defense.
You have no idea what that day in the woods did to me.
Harrison.
It was me.
I made you shoot me.
I told you to take the safety off.
I even pointed at my heart.
But I shouldn't have...
done that.
I shouldn't have done that to you.
That shit's been stuck in my head.
I've-I've been so... so fucked-up, I...
I know about Ryan Foster.
It's how I tracked you down.
The body chopped up into nine parts.
The bags.
Just how I taught you.
I understand what you're going through.
When I was in college, there was this frat guy,
a lot like Ryan... predator, rapist.
He tried to assault your Aunt Deb.
Get the fuck out of here!
And if she hadn't stopped me,
I would've done the same thing you did.
So trust me, I get it.
I was just like you when I was your age.
I felt that same darkness.
I thought about killing all the time, too.
It wasn't until my first kill...
I was 20 years old...
that I felt, finally...
that release.
Release?
I'm-I'm in hell.
I have nightmares about killing Ryan.
I see his face everywhere.
This-this-this was his.
And-and all I hear is this fucking ticking all the time,
and I-I-I can't, I can't live with it.
I can't carry this guilt,
a-and that's why I went to turn myself in.
Maybe we're not as alike as I thought.
Harrison, think about how many more women
Ryan would've hurt if you hadn't intervened.
"Intervening" would've been calling security,
not bashing someone's head in with a toilet tank cover.
You tried to nurture something in me that-that wasn't...
If you weren't you,
I never would've killed Ryan.
There's more to who you are than your worst moment.
Is that what you told yourself when Mom was murdered?
Okay, how about Aunt Deb?
Captain LaGuerta?
LaGuerta? How do you...
What are you talking about?
Batista.
I talked to him this morning.
You're not the only one who tracked me down.
Looks like I'm officially Batista's white whale.
He was trying to get me to confess
that you're really the Bay Harbor Butcher.
He even implied that you-you trained me.
And what did you say?
I told him nothing.
Don't worry. Batista doesn't have anything.
I talked to him like a week ago in Iron Lake.
But that means he...
he let me think you were dead.
I-I don't, I don't even know what to believe anymore.
Batista was just trying to manipulate you.
Maybe.
But that doesn't mean everything he said was a lie.
Here.
Let me take that.
Let me carry it for you.
So, you want to grab a bite?
What? N-No.
You don't get to just come back from the dead
and act like everything's okay.
What makes you think I even want you in my life?
I-I got to go.
Harrison, wait.
It's gonna take more than just a conversation, Dex.
What am I supposed to do?
I don't know.
Believe it or not,
I spent most of my teenage years in that foster home.
Foster home? Holy shit, Leon Prater.
I thought you came from daddy money.
Who knew you came from
such humble beginnings?
You must have had incredible bootstraps
to lift yourself up as high as you have.
Yes, but I also had a tremendous amount of help along the way.
That's why it's so important for me to give back.
I paid off the mortgage of my foster family's home
after I made my first million.
Since then, I've paid off the mortgage of every family
who's ever adopted a child from that home.
Wow. We really have to talk about this in the interview.
Well...
I prefer to keep that off the record, if that's okay.
I want the focus more to be on the good work
being done by the foster home.
Most people who have done what you do want to advertise it.
We really should talk about this.
Camera's ready in five.
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Shit.
Hello?
This is Detective Wallace.
You called at 9:03 a.m. You did not leave a voicemail.
Yeah. I-I actually, um, I-I changed my mind.
I-I don't think that I actu...
I feel that this conversation is more effective in person.
Come by my office.
Yeah, it's-it's, uh, it's really not a good time.
I'm-I'm actually pretty busy.
I can come to you.
What is your current location? Home? Work?
I suppose those are the same.
Remind me: Your boss does not know
that you live at the hotel, correct?
Uh, never mind.
I-I can, um, I can stop by the precinct this afternoon.
Harrison doesn't want me.
I don't have any real friends.
There is a woman with whom I have a lot in common.
She's not bad-looking, either.
Have a nice day.
I'm sure you will.
Thanks.
I didn't think I'd hear from you.
I know.
I'm sorry I left so suddenly the other day, but...
I want to make it up to you.
They're doing Swan Lake at Lincoln Center.
You want to go?
I just figured 'cause you like ballet.
That sounds...
terrible.
Uh, okay. Sorry.
Swan Lake is the ballet that you go to when you want
to take a nap with 2,000 other people also taking naps.
What else you got?
All of those countless nights at the bowling alley
are about to finally pay off.
Mm. So close, yet so tragically far.
Or not.
You're a better bowler than you are a runner,
but that's not the highest bar.
Excuse me. Did you forget I have another throw?
Did you forget that the seven-ten split
is the hardest shot in bowling?
Maybe for lesser men.
Yes!
That hurt.
But it was worth it because now the only way you can beat me
is if you bowl a strike.
No pressure.
Oh, gosh.
I better dry all this sweat off my palms.
In my defense, I'm rusty.
And my shoulder's been bothering me.
You really don't like losing, do you?
Who likes losing?
Well, I'm just glad I met someone else
who likes bowling.
What? You don't have any bowling buddies back home?
I move around a lot, so it's hard to make buddies.
Especially in our line of work.
I can relate.
Yeah?
I figured since you were from here,
that you would at least have family in New York.
Just a son who hates me
and a dead dad who lives in my subconscious.
It's complicated.
As much as I'd like to be in my family's life, I...
don't know that it's possible.
I get it.
I don't have a relationship with my sister or my mother.
Haven't for years.
Because of... what happened?
Pretty much.
Hazel never got over the feeling that I abandoned her
when I left for the dance academy.
But I don't blame her.
I left her alone with our mom's boyfriend.
And after I handled that situation,
I could never tell her the truth.
It sucks when you can't be honest about who you are
with the people you're closest to,
because you know that they would turn their back on you.
It's hard to find someone who sees the world the way we do.
Yeah, it is.
Is that the appeal of Prater's group for you?
People who see the world the same way?
Those guys are fine.
Except Lowell. He's a dick.
- Was a dick. - Yeah.
But I have never spent time with any of them
outside of Prater's dinners until now.
Mmm.
Shauna just looked so upset by what happened with Ryan.
And, uh, so I-I wanted to apologize
for not doing more to help.
So that's why I called.
To get her number.
Why not get her telephone number from the hotel?
Surely you have access to that information.
Well, I'm-I'm a bellhop.
I-I don't have access to anybody's personal information.
Your boss would not help?
Under these very traumatic circumstances?
S-Stefan's not exactly my biggest fan.
He wouldn't lift a finger to help me.
And you thought that I would?
Well, yeah.
Yeah, kinda.
Well, I-I-I just... I...
I wish I-I said or-or did something that night.
Maybe Shauna wouldn't have ended up in Ryan's room, you know?
I felt so guilty when I...
found out who that guy was.
Guilty?
That is an interesting word choice.
I often find that the best predictor
for future behavior is past behavior.
According to The Iron Lake Gazette,
your behavior was downright heroic.
Some might even say you have a hero complex.
No, that-that-that's why I want to talk to Shauna.
I wasn't a hero.
I let her down.
I let myself down.
Maybe we should discuss your time in Iron Lake.
Look, could-could you just give me her phone number?
It's the only reason I called.
We do not give out victims' personal information,
especially not to a potential suspect.
S-Suspect?
I'm-I'm st-still a suspect?
Yes.
Am I allowed to leave?
Of course.
You are not under arrest.
Yet.
- We ready to go? - Ready.
You ready?
I think so.
All right, great.
So, this is your gala's tenth year
benefiting the New York City Police Foundation.
And with only 200 attendees...
- Yeah. - it's the toughest ticket in town.
Any surprises? Any celebrities coming?
Of course.
But the true guests of honor will be the wounded officers.
That is admirable.
But given the recent criticism of police departments,
what explains your continued financial support
of this organization?
You're getting to the "tough questions" part of the interview,
aren't you, Lesley?
In truth, my support comes from a deeply personal place.
When I was a young boy,
both my parents were killed by a drunk driver.
I was in the back seat.
And if it hadn't been for those brave officers, I...
Um...
It was a formative time in my life.
The gala actually takes place
on the anniversary of my parents' death.
A philanthropist, self-made billionaire,
orphan.
I have to ask you:
Leon Preter, who are you?
Hmm.
So, which way you headed?
I'm this way.
Well, guess this is goodbye.
Or...
I heard about this new wine bar.
You want to check it out tonight?
Yeah, I'd love that.
I'll text you the address.
Okay.
Have you ever considered...
a ménage à trois?
Shouldn't it just be the two of us,
at least for the first time?
I meant on the job.
Oh, my God, Red.
I'm talking about collaborating on a kill.
Two against one?
Think about it.
Could be fun.
Frozen margarita mix, come to me.
I pick up a seven-ten split and I still lose?
You're thinking about Mia's proposal.
Lady Vengeance and the Bay Harbor Butcher.
Kind of has a nice ring to it.
Two vigilantes taking out the evildoers of the world together.
Seems like the perfect match.
You're fucking with me, aren't you?
Dex, when did teaming up with another killer
ever work for you?
Miguel Prado? Lumen?
They weren't killers, not real ones.
Mia would be different.
But she thinks you're Red.
And there's got to be something wrong with her
if she wants to kill with a sicko
who saws rideshare drivers' heads off.
There's something wrong with both of us.
Stop acting like you're on my side.
Maybe she's on my side.
Maybe she does have a problem with it,
which is why she asked me to join one of her kills.
Or maybe I'll tell Mia who I really am.
Think how excited she'll be when she finds out
we both have a Code.
Or maybe she'll tell Prater you're the Bay Harbor Butcher,
who's killed over 150 serial killers,
and you wind up on your brother's exsanguination table.
I bet the margarita will work better if I drink it.
You're only considering this with Mia
because of what happened with Harrison this morning.
Ow!
Prudence.
- Are you hurt? - No, no.
No, I am okay.
Just a little embarrassed.
Then let's get you inside. Come on.
Oh, my God, what happened?!
She had a fall on the front stoop.
Are you dizzy? Is your vision blurry?
- No. - Did you black out?
- No, I... - Don't tell me
you skipped taking your medication again.
I am fine.
I tripped over that sidewalk crack you keep promising to fix.
We need to take you to the hospital.
Would you mind bringing my car around?
- Sure. - Blessing, I am not going anywhere.
You're making too big a fuss.
She's been having these episodes
ever since she stopped radiation therapy.
Sorry, I had no idea.
If she'd just let the doctors do their job...
Radiation did nothing but make me nauseous.
I guarantee you, falling and breaking your neck
will feel a lot worse than nausea!
I don't want to talk about this.
If you want to help,
you can put the groceries away and make me some tea.
No! We are going to see Dr. Rosner at Mount Sinai!
Blessing, tea! Now!
Please, talk some sense into her.
Eh. Sons.
Well, for what it's worth...
if you were my mom, I'd feel the same way.
You're lucky to have each other.
This is true.
But it does not change God's plan.
Blessing needs to make his peace with that.
I suppose it is easier for me.
I am 84 years old.
I have seen the world.
I have looked in the face of good and evil.
And right now you're looking into the eyes of both.
I have lived a remarkable life.
I don't want to see it end in a tiny room,
surrounded by doctors and-and machines.
It's not often I see someone
so comfortable facing their own death.
I want to be in the house where I raised my family,
where I welcomed friends
to eat my food and hear my stories.
You don't want to die alone.
Exactly.
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Mm. Honey.
Mom.
How are you?
Eh, you know.
Been better.
How was your day?
You know that student I told you about?
Tanisha?
She finally read a book in front of the whole class.
Aw...
I never thought I'd see her do it.
Big step for that shy little third grader.
Right now they're clean, sterile, unused,
but they suggest promise.
Possibilities of good things to come.
Sorry, Lowell. Some things just don't fit.
I'm gonna need a bigger box.
But what I really need is a home for my new friends.
Not an inch of free space.
Joy's hiding spot for her weed.
It's no secret vault, but it'll do.
I don't need to live my life surrounded by
people who know me, but one would be nice.
What do you want?
Um, was just...
calling to check in, see how you're doing.
I'm not ready to talk yet.
I'm sorry, I don't know what all the rules are here.
I want to give you space, but...
Then do it. It's called boundaries.
Can we meet up just for a bit?
No, no. I've-I've got too much shit going on,
like the fucking Ryan Foster investigation.
Oh. Still?
Well, what can I do to help?
Nothing.
There's got to be something a father can do to help his son.
Those are called legs.
And the higher the alcohol content, the longer the legs.
I have always been a bit of a leg man.
I think I'm getting blueberry?
Close. Blackberry.
- Ah. - What else?
Mm...
I'd make a terrible sommelier.
The tasting notes don't have to be literal.
Just close your eyes and think about what it makes you feel.
Okay.
It reminds me of Miami.
After it rains.
You're a better somm than you think.
It's common for our subconscious
to affect what we taste and smell.
Have you spent a lot of time in Miami?
Actually...
I grew up there.
Really?
I thought for sure you were one of those
stubborn New Yorkers who spent their whole lives
within five city blocks.
Hmm.
What else have you been hiding?
- Well, I've been thinking about... - Have you considered...
I've been thinking about what you asked me earlier.
I have, too.
And I understand why you asked me to join you.
There's probably a lot about...
how the Dark Passenger does things that makes you hesitant,
especially since you clearly have a type.
And I do, too.
But, um...
it's not what you think.
Hey.
Whatever it is, it's okay.
Honestly, I was gonna say
it would be fun to try it your way.
Seems like kind of a small target
to find a rideshare driver who's also a sexual predator.
Any driver will do.
But you only kill sexual predators.
What about the story you told me about your mom's boyfriend?
Sure...
it started out that way.
He was my origin story.
And then, the next few times, I targeted men like him
because I wanted to create the rush of my first kill.
But between us,
I just enjoy killing.
And when I have an itch...
I scratch it.
What? Don't tell me you were into all that Lady Vengeance crap.
- No. No, of course not. - Good.
Because that's the media constantly trying
to find some deep meaning in what I do.
You and Al and Lowell
don't have to have some noble reason
for the people you choose to kill.
You're right.
You know what really annoys me?
That society doesn't think that a woman
could possibly just enjoy murder.
She has to be some crusader,
a victim who fights back.
So, your trophies...
those men you killed
were innocent?
I mean...
define "innocent."
But yeah.
The media still labeled most of them predators.
But the truth is...
I'm the predator.
And I'm the idiot who didn't see that.
Are you sure everything is okay?
Everything is the opposite of okay.
Everything's great.
Good.
Then...
let's do one of yours, tonight.
Tonight?
Yes. Why not? Let's be spontaneous.
Do you have everything you need?
I have a kill kit in my car.
Ooh, a kill kit.
Very official.
I just bring my victims back to my place.
I'll get the check and you run out to your car.
I'll meet you at the corner.
Hate to say I told you so.
Then why'd you say it?
What did you expect, Dex?
There's no one else in the world like you.
It's a compliment.
You're disappointed. I get it.
But Mia was never the answer.
Harrison is.
Thanks, Dad.
I'll take it from here.
This would be romantic,
if not for my date's enthusiasm
over watching me decapitate someone.
So, how does your saw work?
Actually, no.
I want to be surprised.
Do you call a UrCar?
No, you can't. You would get caught.
So, do you just go up to any random one?
We should find a quieter street, one with fewer witnesses.
Why? There are tons of rideshare drivers here.
Plus, I am the perfect cover.
Drivers are on alert for a lone male passenger.
No one is gonna get sketched out by a couple on a date.
Hi!
- Trina? - That's me.
See? Already a pro.
Sorry. Ours is an SUV.
What was that? We were in.
It wasn't...
First of all, you don't have a hoodie like mine.
Your face could wind up on camera.
Well, then you should've said something earlier.
I'm thinking you're having a bad case of performance anxiety.
Um, yeah. Kind of.
I'm not ready to let someone else into my process.
I'm used to operating alone.
So am I, but at least I'm open to new experiences.
I thought you were, too.
First the shower and now this?
You're a tease.
I should've known you were too good to be true.
That makes two of us.
Whatever.
You're allowed to change your mind.
But you got me all murder horny,
so I'm gonna go and do my thing.
Guess I'll see you at Prater's.
Got to be honest.
This is not how I wanted the night to end.
It's already going to be suspicious
when one of Prater's dinner guests disappears
right after the new guy shows up.
But two?
When Harry's right, he's right.
Trust me, you look good.
Trust me, I know.
Don't have too much fun.
Rye. Neat. He'll have one, too.
Really?
I mean, I can totally buy you a drink.
Here. Um...
Drinks are on me.
Whatever happens the rest of the night is on you.
I had hoped the night would end with me in Mia's apartment,
but I didn't know I'd be breaking in.
But sometimes what seems like a dead end...
can lead to an unseen path.
Ah...
Wow. Very nice.
Is this the original wooden beam?
And another trophy for her jewelry box.
Lose the clothes, and I'll get us drinks.
Wine okay?
Uh, I'm not really a vino guy.
And that is why...
you have to die.
I've had enough red tonight anyway.
Sorry, mon ami.
But don't worry, this will all be over soon.
911. What's your emergency?
There's a guy screaming next door.
I think some chick's trying to murder him.
I heard her call herself Lady Vengeance or some shit.
You got to send help.
Sir, try and stay calm. Can you...
Stay calm, my ass! The guy's in fucking trouble!
It's fucking Lady Vengeance!
It's 758 Albany Avenue.
Fifth floor. Hurry!
Help is on the way. What is your phone number?
You're gonna be my first kill in New York City.
Just your luck, huh?
Don't worry.
Once the lye burns holes through your corneas,
you won't be able to see what I'm about to do to you.
You will feel it, though.
NYPD!
Just in time,
New York's finest at their finest.
Ryan Foster, serial rapist,
you are now a victim of Lady Vengeance.
Even if I can't be in my son's life,
at least I can make sure he has a life.
What do you think?
Hotel victim's watch?
Yes, it is.
Chalk up another one to Lady Vengeance.
I do not like that moniker.
Real name: Mia LaPierre.
Thanks to inscriptions and other identifiers,
we've already been able to link several of these trinkets
to her suspected vics.
Bet you ten bucks this is oxidized bleach.
I did not anticipate a serial killer.
Well, in a way, your theory was right.
Foster was murdered by someone with a hero complex,
who also had enough know-how to chop up and dispose of his body.
I do not think that makes me right,
but I appreciate your attempt to commiserate.
I try.
Find a way to get us an audience with Ms. LaPierre as soon as possible.
On it.
It really is an amazing home.
You have a full city block in Lower Manhattan.
And I understand that you are quite an incredible chef.
Well, I am fortunate enough to have learned
from some of the best chefs in the world.
But no one's given me my own cooking show just yet.
Well, this is a great place for a dinner party.
I can only imagine the guests you have had up here.
Ah.
You'd be surprised at who agrees to come to my humble abode.
So, this is your gala's tenth year
benefiting the New York City Police...
Sir, we need to talk.
And with only 200 attendees,
it's the toughest ticket...
I found where Mia's being held, but there's a problem.
I can't get to her, and the Feds could move her at any moment.
I hired you to make problems go away.
Did I make a mistake?
No, sir. You did not.
Philanthropist,
self-made billionaire, orphan.
I have to ask you:
Leon Prater, who are you?
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Evidence suggests that Mr. Foster,
the victim of last week's murder at the Empire Hotel,
was killed by Mia LaPierre, aka Lady Vengeance.
What the fuck?
LaPierre has been arrested and is being held without bail.
- That's all the info we have... - Harrison!
Check this out.
They arrested Ryan Foster's killer.
- What? - And get this:
It was a fucking serial killer.
Lady Vengeance.
Pretty wild to think one of FBI's Most Wanted
took out a hotel guest.
How did they know it was her?
Looks like one of Ryan's things was at her place,
along with all this other stuff she kept
from rapists she's murdered.
Was it you?
Sorry if I overstepped your boundaries.
Can I come in?
Of course.
So, should I go first or...
Having a serial killer arrested. Doesn't sound like you.
Yeah, no shit.
I was recently reminded how important it is
to have people in your life who truly know you.
That's you, Harrison.
Do I, though?
Do I really?
I was so surprised when your mom loved me.
When you were born, I was scared to death.
I... I didn't know how to have a family...
and still be me.
Trinity seemed like a devoted husband and father.
I thought I could learn from him.
Stupid.
I let the line blur between Trinity being my mentor and...
my target.
After I killed him...
I came home and discovered
he'd already killed your mom.
She died because of my selfishness.
Because of my mistake.
And it broke me.
The truth.
Finally.
What's to stop innocent people from dying again,
because of you?
I'm hoping the difference can be having you in my life.
But I'm-I'm not like you.
I know.
And I don't want you to be.
Not anymore.
Harrison, that you almost turned yourself in to the cops
proves you have a...
goodness, a humanity,
that I never will.
- I-I wish I thought that. - It's true.
And that's why I need you.
I promise I won't try to mold you in my image ever again.
I'm sorry.
Harrison, I have so many reasons to kill.
But you're my reason to live.
I still want a family.
And you're all I have.
You're all I have, too.
You did good.
Ten minutes. That's all you get.
The guard said I'd be talking to a lawyer.
I didn't know you went to law school.
- Harvard. - Of course you did.
What are you doing here?
I just wanted to look you in the eye.
To be sure.
Look, I fucked up.
I know the game.
I'm not gonna ask for help,
if that's what you're worried about.
I'm certainly not gonna do anything stupid,
like ask for money or make threats.
Our mutual friend appreciates that
and will make sure that your time here is
as comfortable and short as possible.
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