Previously on Dexter...
Sorry Dexter wasn't the guy you thought he was.
I actually had a similar experience.
We found black mold in his bedroom closet.
That's what's been causing the flare-up.
The landlord's ignoring my calls.
She's late on her rent.
Yeah, well, she's not gonna pay until you fix the mold in Dante's room.
Well, I ain't fixing shit for a tenant that don't pay their rent.
Dexter has a son. Harrison Morgan.
I'm familiar with Harrison Morgan.
Harrison Morgan killed Ryan Foster
using methods taught to him by his father.
And then Dexter Morgan planted Ryan's watch
in Mia LaPierre's rental to frame her
and exonerate his son.
All I need to do is show Mia Dexter's photo.
Thank you for getting the cops off my back.
- You're welcome. - But I'm-I'm not like you.
I know.
You have a goodness, a humanity
that I never will.
You're gonna take that Morgan sense of justice
and use it to make things better.
Find your own path.
I'll be here to help you.
It's a dinner party for serial killers.
Lowell is gone, Mia is dead.
Gareth! He's the Gemini Killer.
And Gareth is nine piles of ash in my favorite furnace.
They're gonna realize it's me.
If those bastards had Mia killed,
they won't hesitate to do the same to you.
The Gemini Killers.
Twins.
Fuck me.
CREDITS
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It's like being stalked by a zombie.
Gareth won't stay dead.
Now I know how Harrison felt when I showed up.
I've leased the castle for the day.
More than enough time for our needs.
We don't know who might be watching,
considering who we're here with.
If you can't handle this, go back to the city.
I'm just saying, the exposure out here isn't ideal.
And it is my job to point that out.
And I am just saying, do what I fucking tell you to do.
If you would've told me one day
I'd be at a real-life freaking castle with a billionaire,
I would've called you nuts.
Yeah, the sooner this is over, the better.
All right, Gloomy Gus.
Hey, Red, you-you spend much time in nature?
If you count fishing.
And body dumping.
We will begin soon, gentlemen.
Hey, uh, where's Lowell?
You-you sending your other chopper for him or...?
Can't reach him. I don't know whether he's been
sidetracked by his tattooed lady friend or what,
but I don't have time for his bullshit.
It has been a difficult time.
Yesterday, Mia took her own life in jail.
Mamma Mia's...
She's gone?
These recent mishaps have been unsettling,
to say the least.
Obviously, no one wanted it to go this way.
We spent the day here at this castle
during Mia's first year with us.
She loved its opulence.
A glass of fine wine in her hand.
2012 Château Haut-Brion.
Bold, funky, complex.
Just like our Mia.
No wonder it was her favorite varietal.
Please join me for a toast.
To Lady Vengeance.
She left us far too soon.
But did she choose to leave,
or was she taken out?
The fresh air's really helping out his asthma, huh?
What's wrong?
This shit with my landlord is getting worse.
El cabrón hasn't answered any of my texts or calls or...
Whatever. The more he ignores me,
the stronger my case will be.
That guy's a dick.
Sorry you had to deal with him.
I know you've got your own stuff going on with your dad.
Actually, I-I think we're cool.
Um, we-we hung out and had a long talk.
And I think my dad kind of stepped up for me this time.
Harrison, that's amazing.
He even got me thinking about what I want to do.
So, not hospitality?
A different kind of service.
Uh, maybe something in criminal justice.
So you're going back to school?
Yeah.
I guess, yeah.
You should check out, um,
Collings College of Criminology.
My cousin went there for cybersecurity,
but they have a bunch of programs.
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A little something to whet your appetites, gentlemen.
And, of course, a gourmet spread for our vegan friend.
Ooh.
Bon appétit, gentlemen.
Holy moly.
Something wrong?
Honestly, this all looks so damn good,
it's making me remember why I wasn't always a vegan. May I?
You couldn't have picked a better time to indulge. Please.
I sourced the meat myself from Maison Verot in Paris.
But the real jewel here is the Iranian beluga.
Say what you will about their politics.
Nobody does caviar quite like the Persians.
Enjoy.
Holy schnikes. This is something else.
Oh, my gosh, look at all this stuff.
Have you ever seen ham shaved so thin?
Unbelievable.
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Harrison's thinking about his future,
like a normal kid.
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And he wants me to be a part of it,
like a normal dad.
I can do that.
Got to make sure whatever we're doing
at this killer camp is done in time
for me to be there for Harrison.
You're hiding something from me.
Then again, maybe this retreat is going
to be shorter than I thought.
Your trophies and tools.
Charley, I believe, asked you to bring them?
I hope you'll feel comfortable sharing with the group today.
So that's what this is about... show-and-tell.
Uh, sure.
They're right here.
I apologize, it's late notice.
I'd only planned on Al sharing today.
But, uh,
given the circumstances, I think
it would be a nice tribute to hear from you, as well.
Show-and-tell. Shit.
It's a Christmas present from the kids.
That's it. There we go.
Okay.
This is a much easier way to vet my victims.
Time to hear the tale of Rapunzel.
Hi. I, uh, hope you like my little movie, Mr. Prater.
Scary.
I attached the camera to my bike helmet.
You know, safety first.
Ponytails. Al's fetish.
His need.
He's going to kill this woman
on camera, and I have to sit here with these monsters
while they enjoy every fucking minute of it.
Hey, uh, on your left!
- Yeah. - Hey.
- Oh, thank you. - Yeah, no problem.
Okay.
S-Somebody help!
- Somebody. - Oh, my God.
- Please. - Are you okay?
Uh, my front tire h-h-hit something.
- It's my leg. - Uh, I don't see anything.
I-I think it's bleeding.
Where does it hurt?
- It's r-right... - Where?
right here!
Pop-Pop says it's time for a haircut.
They all have to die.
I need to sever all ties to this group as soon as possible.
But right now...
I have to convince them that I sever innocent people's heads.
How do you convince a roomful of psychopaths
that you fit their code?
You ever see a man beg for his life
while he's choking on his own blood?
They tell me anything I want to know.
Shit they've never told anybody.
The randomness is the best part.
You like that, huh? You like that, Prater?
You sick fuck!
I knew this was a bad idea,
joining this bogeyman social club.
I didn't join their club.
Then why are you giving those monsters more killer porn
to get off on?
I'm just doing what comes naturally, Dad.
I'm a monster, too. Remember?
You're not like the rest of them.
We worked so hard together
to turn your urges into something right.
And then you turned your back on me.
We had rough patches, but I never...
It's why you killed yourself.
You couldn't live with what I really was.
Not after you saw it with your own eyes.
I was scared.
I blamed myself for your suffering.
But I know your heart.
You have a higher purpose, son.
Red was an amoral animal.
But that's not you, and you shouldn't pretend that it is.
Problem?
Nope. No problem here.
Mr. Prater says it's time for your share.
Harry's right. I'm not going to pretend.
I never talk about myself.
Not like this.
You all know me as the Dark Passenger.
Well...
I'm gonna level with you.
What you're seeing here is not the Dark Passenger.
Not now.
This "Red Schmidt" you're looking at
is the mask I put on.
Only a select group of people get to see the Dark Passenger.
And once they see him, they...
die.
Oh, man, it feels so crazy to say that out loud.
I usually only get
to drop the mask when I have a victim completely powerless.
That's when this smiling,
get-along-with-everyone mask comes off.
And that mask is exhausting, right?
It's like this guy Red Schmidt
is constantly managing the Dark Passenger,
holding him back.
But... I don't know.
This week with you,
our open and frank talks about our appetites.
Our, um...
What'd you call it, Gareth?
The Great Yearning.
I haven't known you all very long, but I know
the burden you carry,
the mask you wear, how heavy it is,
how lonely you are because...
no one knows you.
No one sees you.
Al has the biggest smile I've ever seen.
You'd think he has it all.
A perfect family,
house in the suburbs, his kills.
But your family will never know the whole you.
If you ever let your mask slip,
the good husband and perfect father would,
poof, disappear.
All they'd see is darkness.
They'd fear you.
Maybe even turn you in.
Yeah, that's, uh...
that's true, buddy, I mean...
Don't get me wrong.
Feeding my Dark Passenger gives me pleasure.
But after my victims
take their last breath, I feel...
unbearable sadness.
Because that brief moment
when I'm completely myself is over.
And then it's time to put the mask back on.
Or... maybe,
now satisfied and fed, my Dark Passenger,
the one who's truly in control,
allows me to put my...
Red Schmidt costume back on...
and...
quietly pulls the strings
in the background...
unnoticed...
but always in control.
He's...
he's...
He's...
I mean, don't you find it a little strange
that just before we're about to ask Lady Vengeance
if she knows Dexter Morgan, she up and kills herself?
77% of all jail suicides occur between
a detainee being charged and convicted.
Don't mess with Detective Wallace and statistics.
She's a freaking numbers ninja.
None of this adds up.
Do you seriously believe that the security cameras
just happen to go down on Mia's cellblock
the very moment she offs herself?
The OIG report found widespread camera deficiencies
throughout the facility.
Do you ever just trust your gut?
You are probably frustrated
that the facts of this case do not fully support your theory.
But we are not ruling anything out.
We are simply following the evidence where it leads us.
You're being played.
This guy is smart.
He's escaped justice for decades.
Do you seriously believe that this Dexter guy snuck into jail,
killed Mia LaPierre,
faked her suicide, and snuck out
before you could get to her with a photograph?
Your Lady Vengeance, Ryan Foster theory doesn't fully line up either.
Starting with how she bashed his head in
and cut him up. Not her usual M.O.
There are variations to all of the Lady Vengeance murders.
She seems to change her methods depending on the circumstances.
But there is one detail that is troubling.
Yeah?
Mia LaPierre's prints are on all of the trophies
the authorities discovered at her rental...
except one.
Let me guess. The watch.
Any chance I could have access to DMV records?
I'm just feeling a little bit queasy.
That helicopter ride really did a number on me.
Does anybody have any, uh, remedies for an upset tummy?
Kill you. Dump your body in the bay.
Not off the top of my head.
I'm sure glad I didn't feel like this
for my presentation.
Speaking of presentations,
yours was... different.
You didn't mention anything about your methods.
Nothing at all about the actual kills.
No details at all.
- Still getting the feel for it. - Well, hey, I...
I thought it was neat.
Thank you, Al.
Prater loves the details, at least when listening
to me talk about my work.
Yeah, we can't all be visionaries like you.
I am a bit of a rare bird.
More like an endangered species.
Showmanship is my forte.
Although it won't have
the usual impact this year,
not with all the unfortunate incidents.
Yeah, you know what? I'm just sorry your first year
with us has been so, uh, uh, weird.
Yeah.
It's funny how everything keeps going off the rails this year.
I keep asking myself,
what is different?
How long until Gareth's suspicions
about the new guy get the better of him?
I need to take care of him soon.
Mr. Prater would like to see you.
You've been very prolific...
in a very short amount of time.
I was motivated.
Your share was...
spectacular.
Never seen anyone allow himself to be so vulnerable.
So relatable.
Please.
Have a seat.
When I was a boy,
I assumed my parents would live forever.
To lose them so young,
it was quite a lesson in the vagaries of fate.
Yeah, I heard something about that.
You lost them in a car accident when you were a kid?
- Yeah. - Yeah, that's tough.
You only know what the media reported on me.
But like you were saying earlier,
no one knows the whole Leon Prater.
The hit-and-run was just the beginning.
My parents were dead.
The driver was in prison.
And I was left to figure out
how to make sense of what had happened.
I wrote a letter to the man who killed my parents.
Cooper Morris.
I was angry, confused and utterly gutted.
I poured all of that pain into a letter.
I just wanted him to know just how badly he hurt me.
And you know what?
The son of a bitch wrote back.
He had no remorse.
He said he knew I was suffering.
Everybody suffers.
That what he did had nothing to do with me or my parents.
He didn't sympathize with you
because he couldn't.
In his mind, what he did wasn't right or wrong.
It just... was.
There's something appealing about that.
I finally got the nerve to demand to meet him face-to-face.
I wanted answers.
Why that night? Why my family?
It wasn't an accident.
I'd gotten in a drunken fight with my girlfriend.
And I... stormed out of the house.
By the time he was behind the wheel of his truck,
he was hell-bent on doing some damage.
Anything to release the demons.
He saw my parents' car, accelerated and smashed into us.
I'll never forget sitting in the back seat,
watching my parents die.
First my father.
Then, a few minutes later, my mother.
We all have trauma...
that we can't escape.
Even if we bleed and scar...
we never really heal.
No, but I wanted the details.
I wanted to know what he was thinking
when he first saw me in that wreckage.
He saw himself,
a powerless bystander in a cruel world.
And it scared him.
Trapped in a metal box with dead parents.
Sounds familiar.
Only when I confronted my mother's killer,
he wasn't sitting across a prison table.
He was lying on my kill table.
We were both prisoners.
He was in the judicial system.
I was in the foster system.
But we were both prisoners of the world's morality.
So I kept going back.
I befriended him.
His only visitor during his incarceration.
And he confessed to me.
I've killed before.
He was the first serial killer that ever
shared his story with me.
And do you want to know something?
I felt so connected to him.
More so than my own parents.
Do you ever think he was just manipulating you?
You were a child.
I was in control.
Knowing what he was thinking when he killed them gave me power.
I was never gonna be that scared little boy
in the back seat, never, ever again.
I started to enjoy our visits,
but nothing lasts forever.
Cooper didn't even make it to his 50th birthday.
After he died, I was alone again, but...
prisons are full of people like him.
That's when you started collecting killers, huh?
And their trophies.
But I will never forget the purity of that first friendship.
I know most of my guests are here only for the money.
Avaricious braggarts.
That's why I so appreciated your honesty today.
It reminded me of the bond I had with Cooper.
Handle with care.
It is almost as old as I am.
It's the first letter he ever wrote to me.
My first trophy.
And my most precious.
It unlocked something in me,
something
I've been chasing ever since.
Your share today...
reminded me
that there are still some things to discover on this journey.
I'm glad you liked it.
I was worried it'd be boring.
No, no, no.
Red,
the truth is never boring.
No.
You never know what it may spark in someone.
I'm looking for Dexter Morgan. He live here?
Who's asking?
An old friend from Miami. I'm Angel Batista.
Ah, yes.
It's very nice to meet an old Miami friend of Dexter's.
I'm afraid he's not here right now.
Is he expecting you?
Nah.
Just heard he's in town, I wanted to say hello.
So, Dexter's living here with you?
Uh, he rents the apartment downstairs.
It's really nice having him around.
He's practically like family.
Tell me about it.
Somehow always manages to fit in wherever he goes.
- How'd you and Dexter meet? - Fate.
I drive a UrCar.
He got in my car, and boom! We hit it off.
We're so lucky to have a decent family man
renting that apartment.
How is Harrison?
Sweet kid.
Dexter's so happy to have him back in his life.
And just when it seems he needs his father.
I think Harrison is going through a very tough time right now.
Honesty seems to be the best policy with Prater.
Let's see what it does to Gemini.
I know your secret.
And what would that be?
You're a twin.
That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard.
I was wondering how you pull off
all those elaborate double-kills by yourself.
Moving the bodies, posing them.
I mean, no offense, but it doesn't look like
you've seen the inside of a gym in a while.
You didn't do it by yourself.
God.
Was that you or your twin at Prater's dinner that first night?
Stop talking right now,
before you say something you regret.
The Gemini Killer. It was right there in the name the whole time.
Twins.
What do you think Prater would do if he knew?
No way he's gonna believe the new guy's
crazy-ass conspiracy theory.
Oh, I won't say a word.
It's our little secret.
What you and your brother have done...
is genius.
We created him together.
Gemini.
Greatest killer to ever terrorize the world.
I've been a fan for a long time.
So have many other people.
Yeah.
Although you are the first one to figure out my...
our secret.
I envy you.
Having someone just like you.
Same past, same instincts.
Same view of the world.
Someone who has your back.
What we have is very special.
I had a brother.
He was...
like us.
Did he know about what you do?
For a little while there,
I thought...
maybe we'd have what you two have.
An honest relationship.
I think about that sometimes, how things might have been...
if we hadn't been strangers most of our lives.
If we'd been able to work together.
What went wrong?
We found each other in our 30s.
Little late for brotherly bonding.
God, how do you do it?
How have you kept your secret all these years?
I can't get into specifics.
No, of course not.
But, uh...
Okay, rule number one, never be seen together.
We've developed a highly specific system
for communication.
You mean, like leaving notes at bookstores?
I was so starstruck
being in the same room with my idol,
I couldn't resist, and I followed you.
I'm curious.
They say twins can feel each other's pain.
Is that true?
Did you feel a sting in your chest last night?
Around 8:20?
Why?
Because that's when I stabbed your brother in the chest.
Did you feel a hot flash
when I threw his body in the furnace?
I'm glad that you and your twin found your thing together.
Me? I have my own thing.
Killing killers.
Whoa, hey.
I'll never get used to killing in front of an audience.
He k-killed my brother.
Help!
Your secret is safe with me.
Help!
Step back!
I couldn't stop the bleeding.
What the hell happened?
Why did he go after you like that?
He was acting weird, saying all kinds of crazy shit.
He-he was calling this his ultimate share.
I knew this guy was insane.
He was going on about how he's gonna prove
he was a visionary by taking out Lowell and me and Al.
Put the gun away, Charley.
This is all my fault.
I encouraged his delusions of grandeur.
Always told him his work was extraordinary.
Obviously, my patronage over the years
only made him feel more entitled.
And more psycho!
God, that's-that's too much goddamn blood.
I... That's why I strangle 'em.
Gemini kills in pairs.
What are you talking about?
He's always bragging about his double-kills.
Now he's picking people off one by one?
With a wine glass?
It doesn't make sense.
He went after me. What was I supposed to do?
I'll tell you what I want to do.
I want to get the heck out of here.
I can't wait to get back to Wisconsin.
Al, do not let this disrupt your stay with us, please.
We've taken care of a big problem, thanks to Red.
The worst is behind us.
I'm out, I'm out.
You need to get cleaned up.
Charley will be happy to take care of that cut for you.
Gareth may have been the favorite son around here,
but today Prater saw the Gareth I wanted him to see:
a lunatic who got too big for his britches.
And the cherry on top?
Aside from killing twins,
the Lowell problem is officially solved.
Three birds, one stone.
An inch to the left,
he would've cut your radial artery.
You would have bled out and been dead in two minutes.
Wow.
That wasn't my experience the last time I bled out.
Scary.
I've seen it happen.
I've made it happen.
Lucky me.
Very lucky.
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Hiding from somebody?
Uh, no.
I'm... here alone.
So you're actually reading that brochure? How is it?
Uh, story's all right. Characters suck.
You know who actually has amazing brochures?
My orthopedist. Talk about sexy.
What happened to your arm?
New Year's Eve happened.
Some drunk idiot rammed my motorcycle,
sent me flying, ripped my arm open.
Worst part is, the nerve damage left my hand stuck like this.
I'm fucking with you.
I was in an accident, though.
So, no parents?
You an orphan, or what?
Yeah.
Uh, my mom was murdered, and I killed my dad.
I'm fucking with you.
My mom is dead, though.
I'm Gigi.
I'm Harrison.
Uh, my dad said he'd come,
but I don't see him.
Well, let's take a walk, see if we can find him.
Hello, future students. We're about to begin our tour.
My name is Gigi Jones. I'm a sophomore here,
and I will be your tour guide this afternoon.
Welcome to the Collings College of Criminology.
Right this way.
Welcome to the life of a serial killer dad.
Kill a pair of twins, then rush to a college tour with your son.
Red?
This wasn't the retreat that I'd hoped it would be.
Are you sure you don't need any help getting home?
I'm fine.
We usually have a final meal to wrap up the gathering.
It'll be a little smaller this year,
but I trust you'll feel up for joining us.
I wouldn't miss it.
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If there's no other questions,
we've come to the end of our tour with an opportunity
to audit a forensic psychology class.
Enjoy.
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Is that your dad?
I'll be in the lobby.
If I see anybody flexing "lost dad energy,"
I'll send him your way.
Thanks.
Excuse me.
Come on, go.
Let's welcome back
Detective Claudette Wallace
to continue her visiting lecturer series.
Good evening.
This week, I will be discussing a local case
you may be familiar with.
It certainly dominated the headlines.
I am the lead investigator.
Please raise your hand if you have heard of...
the New York Ripper.
You may think his crime spree is over,
but you would be wrong.
First, to understand criminal behavior,
we must understand criminal psychopathy.
That is how we...
That is how we determine motive,
conduct interrogations and, ultimately, catch killers.
But this case is unusual
because the New York Ripper stopped killing years ago,
and yet his crimes continue to cause harm.
- Isn't that... - Yeah.
- Did you know? - No.
Everything we do is about, one:
Identifying and stopping people who purposefully
and repeatedly cause harm.
And two: Make things right.
I have been investigating the Ripper since I joined the force.
Though he does not kill anymore,
he continues to contact and torment
the loved ones of his victims.
This is one of those calls.
A message he left for the sister of a victim.
She thought she could run.
She didn't have anywhere to go
in that shitty little house of hers.
All she could do was cower in her own bed.
Your sweet little sister,
hiding under that flimsy quilt.
Bet that was a gift from Grandma, huh?
That's why I took it off her before I ripped her open.
Wouldn't want to get blood all over Grandma's quilt.
Man, you should've heard your sister
begging me to just kill her.
Incredible how long a girl as small as her could stay alive
while I took her organs out one by one.
His cruelty is not careless.
It is calculated.
He never says anything that we can trace back to him.
We are still not certain what weapon he used,
but given the evidence, we believe it was a crowbar-like tool.
All of the victims were found with multiple sharp-force injuries...
puncture wounds,
as well as avulsion injuries
- and lacerations. - Her crowbar theory is close,
but the Ripper found a better tool.
Serial killers are predators.
They need the thrill of the hunt to feel something.
Reliving the violent details of his kills
is a way for the Ripper to continue experiencing
the hunt and the power he feels.
Psychopaths are not capable of empathy or love.
They are emotionally deficient individuals
who behave only in service to themselves.
Emotionally deficient.
Is that how my son sees me?
Thank you.
So, how was the tour?
Nice campus?
It was, uh, it was, mm, good.
About what she was saying...
I may not experience love...
the way other people do.
But I know...
the way I feel about you
is different
than the way I feel about anyone else in the world.
Thanks for that, Dad.
Well, let's get out of here.
Yeah.
Mr. Morgan.
And also Mr. Morgan.
You are Harrison's father.
Nice detective work.
I'm surprised to see you here.
I'm thinking about becoming a cop.
That probably sounds weird, after how we met,
but, honestly, uh, seeing how dedicated you were
to helping Ryan Foster's victims get justice...
it was inspiring.
So, you are following in the footsteps of your father.
How do you mean?
You were with Miami Metro Homicide, correct?
Your old colleague, Angel Batista, paid me a visit.
Right.
Batista.
He was a good guy.
Kind of spiraled when he found out his partner
was the Bay Harbor Butcher.
Maybe you've heard of him?
James Doakes?
He was never really the same after that.
I'm sure that was upsetting.
For everyone.
Yeah, everybody had to work hard to move on.
But some...
just couldn't.
And then it got worse
when he lost his ex in the line of duty.
He still loved her, poor guy.
Never really came back from that.
He kind of pushed us all away.
But we all loved him.
Thanks for the show-and-tell.
It was very eye-opening.
Just one more thing. Your crowbar theory
is interesting, but I couldn't help but notice
the blood spatter is more consistent with
a longer object,
something with a handle that could be swung.
Maybe with a point at the end, like a hook?
I didn't see that coming.
Yeah, she surprised me, too.
No, I'm talking about your whole wanting to be a cop thing.
Am I crazy for wanting to do this?
No, it makes sense.
A strong moral compass runs in the family.
Your Aunt Deb and Grandpa Harry would be proud.
It was you.
You're the one who inspired me.
- Application QR code's on the back. - Ooh, see? Yeah.
This is, this is gonna be the fun, for sure.
More fun than my orthopedist?
Hey, Dad, you want to meet me at the car?
Right.
Uh, I'm gonna go check out the gift shop.
Thanks for flagging him down.
No worries.
So, what do you think of the place?
All that serial killer talk didn't scare you off, did it?
I, uh, I think I can handle it.
I'm gonna have to if I want to be a cop.
What about you? Do you like it here?
Love it.
I had to take a few weeks off after the accident,
but I'm finally just getting back into things.
I'm just dying to get out of this brace.
Mm, that's got to be a pain.
I didn't realize how much shit I do with my right hand.
I've had to get creative with grooming and...
self-care.
For a guy who wants to be a detective,
you're missing a lot of clues here.
One more hint?
Okay. How about your number?
_
It looks good on you, being a dad.
I'm glad you came through for him.
I had a very good teacher.
He's becoming a man right before our eyes.
Wish I could be at his graduation.
I mean, you will be, right?
She seems nice.
Uh, yeah.
Dad, we're-we're not gonna talk about that.
No, siree.
Are you freaked out at all that Batista's talking to Detective Wallace?
I'm not worried.
Sh-Shouldn't you be? I mean,
seems like he's really got it in for you,
and-and-and probably me, too.
Ryan's murder's already been solved.
It's a win for the cops.
They're not gonna make their lives more difficult,
no matter how hard Batista pushes.
He'll butt his head against the wall a few more times,
and then realize he can't live another day
without a plate of ropa vieja
and head back to Miami.
Am I taking you back to the hotel?
Yep.
I'm glad you're going to this school.
First crime you got to solve is the prices at that gift shop.
This hat set me back 40 bucks.
Claudette is right about me.
One: I purposefully and repeatedly cause harm
to people who purposefully and repeatedly cause harm.
And two:
This makes everything right.
It's like I'm back in Miami.
Batista.
See? There you go. Keep it straight.
- That's it. - I think I got it!
Looks like you got a lot of things.
- There you go, see? - Dexter!
Look who we met. Hey!
Surprise, hermano.
Angel.
What are you doing here?
Just passing through. I thought I'd try to catch you.
Good timing.
You almost missed him.
I taught this guy how to salsa 30 years ago.
Ah, that was a different life.
Same dance.
Got yourself a good situation here.
Real nice folks.
- I got lucky. - Yeah.
Tell me about it.
One UrCar ride,
and you've got a job, friends,
a place to stay.
Then again, you always had a knack for winning people over.
- Ah. - And keeping secrets.
Why didn't you tell us you worked for the police?
So much has happened since then.
Hey, buddy, it's late.
Why don't you let me give you a ride back
to wherever you're staying, and we can catch up in the car?
How's that sound, hermano?
I'm only gonna say this once.
Stay away from me,
from my house, my family...
and especially my son.
You think I'm just gonna back off?
Let you get away with what you did to María
and Doakes
and Deb?
You don't want to get into this.
Or what?
What are you gonna do?
Pretty damn coincidental, you becoming a rideshare driver
just when there's a serial killer
taking out rideshare drivers.
That's a move right out of the Bay Harbor Butcher's playbook.
If I really am who you think I am...
this can't possibly end well for you.
I'll take my chances, buddy.
This is where you get out.
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