Previously on Dexter...
- How's it feel? - Better.
- Everything okay? - My mother...
she's passed.
When I was a child,
I was a soldier. I didn't want to be.
We found black mold in his bedroom closet.
The landlord's ignoring my calls.
She's late on her rent.
All she needs is for you to do your job.
I'll get to it when I get to it.
You had an impulse, you denied it.
Take that Morgan sense of justice,
find your own path.
Hello, future students,
I will be your tour guide this afternoon.
- I'm Gigi. - I'm Harrison.
Ronald Schmidt.
He prefers "Red."
I've been hosting this gathering for years.
So, there are others?
- Lowell. - Welcome to the freak show.
- Mia. - I just enjoy killing.
Mia took her own life in jail.
- Gareth. - I know your secret.
You're a twin.
What the hell happened?
- He went after me. - Doesn't make sense.
- Al. - Hope you like my little movie,
Mr. Prater.
The "charity gala guy." Busy man.
I believe Harrison Morgan killed Ryan Foster...
No, no, no!
using methods taught to him by his father, Dexter Morgan.
Stay away from me and my son.
You think I'm just gonna back off?
For the official record,
this is Captain Angel Batista.
I am currently in New York, collecting evidence
to prove that my former colleague, Dexter Morgan,
is in fact the Bay Harbor Butcher.
I've placed a tracer in Mr. Morgan's vehicle,
and I will be logging locations where Dexter spends
significant periods of time.
Dexter lives in a basement apartment, 7701
Forest Avenue in Queens.
Dexter's son, Harrison Morgan, works at the Empire Hotel.
Home, unknown.
Most days and evenings,
Dexter drives for a ridesharing service.
He often stops for up to 30 minutes
to pick up fares around
JFK, LaGuardia
and Grand Central Station.
Dexter is a man of routine.
He frequents two different diners
and a Cuban joint.
The Cubano's decent, but... Well, anyway.
Mr. Morgan doesn't spend too much time away from home,
except to do his rideshares.
By establishing his routine in the city,
I intend to note any anomalies from his daily pattern
so I can be there when he strikes again.
Where are you now, Dexter Morgan?
Tonight's the night
I could earn a couple of hundred bucks
driving people all over the city.
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But I've got a deeper need to fill.
Lowell, Mia,
Gareth...
and then there was Al.
You're losing all your friends.
They're not my friends.
Okay, you were right.
The lines got a little blurry.
You can't mix your killing life with your personal life.
- Never ends well... - I've got it, Dad.
Almost done un-mixing.
Where'd you go? There.
Hey, Red.
- Hey, Al. - How you doing?
You know, I've been meaning to check up on you.
- That was really something the other day. - Yeah, it was a lot.
It would be good to talk it over with a... friend.
You want to grab a drink tonight?
Aw, pal, I would, but you know what?
I'm seeing Hamilton tonight.
And then after the show, I'm just gonna head home.
- Home? - Yeah,
back to Wisconsin for me.
The land o' the cheeseheads.
I'm gonna drive through the night.
- But... - Yeah, I know,
it's a little earlier than
I had planned, but, to be honest,
these little gatherings have lost their luster, what with all the deaths.
Plus, the little lady's ovulating,
so we're gonna try for another.
I can't let him get away,
not after seeing his home movie.
- Hamilton, huh? - Yeah, wow.
Expensive ticket, but I do love me a good musical.
How about we meet up after?
A coffee before the long drive?
I'm not gonna ruin my shot.
Well, let's see...
I'll be hungry at the end... You know what? Yeah, let's do that.
There's a spot near all the theaters that has a Cajun pasta to die for.
- I'll text it to you. - Sounds great.
All right.
Cajun pasta.
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Look at this.
Unbelievable.
I thought what you did last year
couldn't be topped.
But you've done it.
This looks...
amazing.
Give yourself a round of applause.
Wheelchairs.
Excuse me, sir?
Got to remember,
this party is not about celebrities or finance guys.
Who are we doing this for?
NYPD officers who've been injured in the line of duty.
Oh, gosh.
I am so sorry. I'm so...
A ramp to the stage. Of course. How could I...
I can't believe my oversight... I...
Vivian. Viv. You've done great.
And you have until the weekend to make it right. Can you do that?
Of course, sir. I'm on it.
Vivian?
How's your daughter?
The specialist you sent her to was a lifesaver.
She just got a clean bill of health.
Thank you so much. For everything.
It's my privilege.
What?
It's not just that everything went sideways when Red joined.
I-I don't have a good feeling.
Feeling? I'm...
I'm sorry, did you just say "feeling?"
Let me finish.
I don't fucking care about your feelings, Charley.
I saw Gareth attack Red, and so did you.
We should be thanking him, not questioning his loyalty.
He's elusive, secretive...
Okay. Okay.
What is this big theory, Charley?
That he infiltrated our group...
the one we invited him to...
murdered Lowell, got Mia arrested
and orchestrated the fight with Gareth
that nearly got him killed? Is that your big theory?
I don't have a theory. That's the problem.
I don't know enough about him.
I'm worried I might have missed something.
You didn't know enough about Gareth either,
that he thought he was some kind of apex predator.
I don't buy it.
He was always off.
Yeah. He...
The whole grandiose, arrogant incel thing.
So, why this year?
There's no logic to a guy like Gareth.
See, you don't understand these people like I do.
You say you have a feeling about Red?
Well, so do I.
I've gotten to know him and I trust him.
You need to trust me and let me do my job.
I'm sorry, what... what is that again, exactly?
To keep you safe.
Then do your job.
So, the outside of the boat is called the hull.
It's everything from the deck to the bottom of the boat.
The bottom of the boat is called the keel.
It's-it's sort of like the backbone of the boat.
- It gives it stability. - No wonder
he always wants to spend time with you, you spoil him.
Well, kids should be spoiled.
Thanks for watching him today.
Has there been any movement on the landlord situation?
So, Vinny won't even turn the heat back on,
so forget about the mold.
- God. - I thought I could wait him out,
stay at the hotel, withhold rent.
But there's...
The Empire's booked solid this weekend.
All those people coming in for that Gala.
There's no rooms. I have no idea where we're gonna stay.
Shit.
Oh, my... You're gonna have to find somewhere to stay, too.
No, I'm not worried about that, I...
I ju-I just feel really shitty.
It's just, the-the confrontation with your landlord...
- I feel like it's my fault. - It is not your fault.
Stop that.
He wasn't gonna listen to anyone.
Where are we... Oh, is that yours?
- Yeah. - Way over there?
Pretty far-travelling boat.
- Yes. - Yeah.
A family-owned salon. - _
Perfect.
I don't have time to gather pictures of Al's victims...
_
but he'll know why he's here.
Guess the responsibility of killing everyone in Prater's group
is falling directly on my...
How am I gonna get Al on this table?
Dexter's been in the same location for over an hour.
49th and 6th.
Not his usual rideshare route.
No Cuban restaurants.
_
Why?
The gala this weekend.
You're going, too. I sent in your RSVP.
I will not be attending, thank you.
Chief's orders.
Leon Prater's donated a Brinks truck full of money
to the force over the years,
and if he wants to parade homicide on stage for a night,
- that's what's gonna happen. - I am too busy for any of this.
Doing what, exactly?
Your left jacket sleeve is slightly shorter than your right.
Son of a bitch.
3:05 p.m., just arrived.
49th and 6th. Midtown.
He's been here for over an hour.
There's a salon,
laundromat,
office buildings.
Where's Dexter's car?
Damn it.
What was Dexter doing here?
- Ow. - Shoot. Sorry.
You okay?
- Yeah. - I'm off my game today.
It's been a week.
Is this when I'm supposed to ask
how she's doing since her grandmother died?
I'm sure it's been tough since your grandma...
No, it's not even that.
My fianc� Sam... he got into Berkeley this week.
His dream business school.
Oh, congratulations.
Right? That would be nice if my Dad said that.
- He didn't... - No. We came over to tell him
and my mom the good news,
and he was such an... asshole.
Said the school was for leftist commies.
Which, by the way, is insane.
We're talking about business school.
It doesn't get more capitalist than...
Anyway, there's no reasoning with him.
Must be... hard.
Look, I get he's upset.
He lost his mom,
and now he'll be losing me to California. But what?
Does he expect me to live walking distance from him my entire life?
I'm 27 years old, for God's sake.
Sorry. I didn't mean to...
It's okay.
But seriously, are you like that with Harrison?
Never let him out of your sight?
No.
And he's a teenager.
You would have way more of an excuse.
Yeah, maybe, but...
Blessing losing his mom,
considering how she saved him when he was a child.
I know.
I guess I should be more understanding or whatever.
I'm sure I can't even imagine what their bond was like,
fleeing Sierra Leone when he was just a kid.
Yeah, being a child soldier.
That must have been... Ow!
What are you talking about?
You didn't...
He was a child soldier?
He didn't want to be. He was kidnapped.
By a warlord.
Oh, my God.
- Oops. - So, he told you all of this
in the two weeks you've known him?
I... I'm sorry. I...
I can't. I...
- I-I need to go. - Okay.
- I didn't know you... - How could you?
Why would you ever think he would tell you
something he didn't even tell his own...
Way to go, Dex.
Should I have clarified he only killed one person?
I think you've done enough.
Besides, you have other business to attend to.
Business is looking up.
In a few short hours, I'll nab Al on his way from Hamilton.
There's room for him right...
here.
My shoulder's feeling better.
I can get him on my table.
And then, Prater's kill club will be officially disbanded.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, Dad.
I fucked up.
- You okay? - I'm fine. I just...
I need your advice on something.
Are you free to meet up?
One sec.
Keeping my killing life separate - _
from my personal life is difficult when my personal life
keeps calling, asking for help.
Can you meet me in the Theater District?
Theater District?
The situation's gotten so bad,
if she doesn't figure something out by this weekend,
she and her son, Dante... uh, they'll...
they'll basically be homeless.
I swear, I think it's all 'cause I opened my stupid mouth.
I can relate.
Really?
Yeah, I said something to Blessing's daughter I shouldn't have.
Thought it was a "me" thing to misread a situation like that.
Or maybe it's a human thing?
Guess it runs in our family.
Hey, this landlord, Vinny.
- Yeah? - Maybe I could talk to him.
I can be persuasive.
Persuasive?
How? I-I don't want you to...
No, of course, not that. He may be an asshole,
but that doesn't make him Code-worthy.
- Right. - But maybe
the complaints would be taken more seriously coming from me.
You know, former law enforcement.
I know the lingo.
Yeah. Yeah, that... that could work.
It's worth a try.
Thank you.
Your appetite's returned.
I guess I've just been feeling really guilty about Elsa.
That's a good thing.
Hey, I'm pretty tired. You mind if I grab the check?
Yeah, sure.
Time to feed my own appetite.
While Al learns about Hamilton the statesman,
I can learn about Vinny the landlord.
Guys like Vinny will never respond to the anguish
of people they exploit.
They require outside influence.
_
Vinny's transgressions are more serious
than Harrison thought.
Add to that the pain inflicted on young Dante,
and who knows how many tenants he's thrown out
on the streets in the middle of a lethal New York winter?
No, Dexter. You're reaching.
Vinny doesn't fit the Code.
You're supposed to be disentangling your family life from your killing life,
not re-entangling it.
Focus on the theatre buff at hand.
I am, but I also need to help Harrison.
Vinny fitting the Code would really streamline things.
Dex.
I've never seen anything like that.
Great to see it again. "I'm Not Gonna Miss My Shot"
is gonna be in my head all week.
The king was really funny.
Where are you, big guy?
That was such a great show.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, where the fuck are you?
I am s... I'm so sorry, Red. I...
I texted Prater and I totally forgot to call you.
- I'm sorry, buddy. - What's up?
What's up? Uh, Hamilton...
not what I signed up for.
Y-You know it's a rap show?
I couldn't understand a damn word they said.
Total waste of money. I took off at intermission.
You took off?
Yep, I am driving through Hoboken right now.
I should be, uh, home by tomorrow night.
I was really looking forward to getting together one last time.
How about I meet you out that way?
Aw, you know, I got to get home to the little lady.
You know, babies don't make themselves.
Am I right?
But hey, you know what? I'll...
I'll see you next year, if Prater keeps this tradition going,
if this year's murders didn't mess it all up.
Okay. Well, maybe I'll look you up in Wisconsin
if I'm ever in that neck of the woods.
What area are you in, anyway?
Oh, pal,
I try to keep the Prater world separate from my family life.
You understand.
I do.
Well, listen, Red, I'm gonna bid you adieu.
Take care of yourself, okay, pal?
It kills me to let Al go free.
For now.
My Dark Passenger anticipated having Al on my table.
Now what?
Did you find a place for Prudence's cat figurine?
You bet. I think about her every time I see him.
Or her.
It.
That's nice.
I was wondering,
what would happen if a tenant found mold
in one of your units?
What? Where, downstairs?
No, it's not in my apartment. I'm asking for a friend.
- Really. - Oh, thank God.
I mean, that's terrible to hear about your friend,
but mold is serious business.
There's laws with this.
Let me get you the tenant-landlord handbook.
It lays out New York state law.
- Hi, Blessing. - Found it.
Hi, honey.
Here you go.
Dexter.
Can I talk to you for one minute?
Sure.
Do you want to sit?
Why would you do this to me?!
Joy called me. I was out driving.
She could barely speak, she was crying.
She hung up before I could even...
How could you tell her about my past?!
She's never going to look at me the same.
She thinks I'm a monster.
I really don't believe she thinks that.
Of course she does. How could she not?
You'd be surprised what your kids can handle.
Oh, really, Dexter?
Just imagine if Harrison
knew you had killed a person.
Just one?
I don't understand why you did this to me.
I was very clear.
That part of my life
was always to remain separate.
I never wanted to bring that
into my home.
You're right.
I'm sorry.
You betrayed me.
Look how upset you are.
I was trying to help him.
His relationship with his daughter.
Helping heal relationships.
New lane for you, Dex.
Usually, you're in the business of ending them.
This is why I don't do friends.
Honestly, you've been irritable ever since Al got away.
Is this your version of hangry?
Go away, Dad.
How long until Vinny can see me?
I've been waiting almost two hours.
I'm sorry, but he's finalizing a big deal
on a new apartment building in Harlem.
Great, more lives ruined.
I can check if he's almost done.
Thanks.
Mr. Valente?
That asshole's still out there?
Tell him to come back tomorrow. I'm going to lunch.
I'm sorry, but his call ran long and he's late for a lunch.
Is there a day next week that works for you to come back?
Excuse me, you can't go in there.
Excuse me, sir.
- The hell is this? - I need to speak to you
about an issue in one of your buildings.
I'm sorry. Are you with the city?
- No. - Are you a lawyer?
Nope.
Then get the fuck out of my office!
Fuck, Lyanne!
What the fuck?
I'm not running a fucking circus here!
I'm sorry, sir, I told him he couldn't go in there.
Do your fucking job!
Harrison showed incredible restraint not killing this guy.
Hope I can be like my son.
So unless you have any other questions,
we've come to the end of our tour.
This is the admissions building here,
if you want any more specifics about the application process, or...
I hope I see some of you on campus next fall.
- Thank you, Gigi. - Cool, thanks.
Look who comes crawling back.
I just stopped by the financial aid office
and I'm officially applying.
What?
- That's amazing. - I'm really excited.
So, you told them I gave you the tour?
What?
I get a commission when you apply.
Wait, really?
No, I'm totally fucking with you.
You suck.
Aw, it's gonna be so much fun having you around.
Would you maybe, um...
you want to hang out sometime?
How about tonight?
Tonight?
You like to dance?
I can get us into a pretty cool spot.
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What the...
I love New York.
Turns out there was a silver lining to Al skipping town.
Now I have a place to take the slumlord king of New York.
Guess it's true what they say:
when one door closes, another opens...
into a fully prepped kill room.
You all right?
Yeah.
What is it?
My dream of becoming a detective is...
not happening.
The nerve damage, it's...
it's permanent.
So I would never make it through the academy.
I'm really sorry.
I don't want to give up on everything, you know?
You don't have to.
My dad was
a forensic blood spatter analyst in Miami.
He put away a ton of criminals
without ever wearing a police uniform.
Even if you don't end up being a detective,
there's still options in law enforcement.
Thanks.
I appreciate that.
It's true.
You know, with this nerve damage, my fingers keep locking up.
It's weird because I only injured the one arm, but...
it's happening on both hands now.
You good?
Shut... up.
What the fuck?
Who are you?
What are you doing? Don't kill me, please!
Don't kill me! Don't kill me, don't kill me! No, no!
I'm here for your tenants.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, - This is the end of you
- ignoring their pleas. - wait, wait!
Is this about the Devances? Or Sheila?
Elsa? The Johnson family? Please... What the f...
It's because of all of them!
Especially the ones who can't breathe
because of the mold in your apartments.
Imagine how that feels.
Not knowing when or if
you'll be able to take your last breath.
The panic rising.
He's back at the same location.
What the hell is he doing?
Sometimes I think it's easier for a person
to die than change.
Do you think you can change?
If you don't start doing right by your tenants...
I'll be disappointed.
And you don't want to disappoint me.
Time for Vinny to become someone else's problem.
He's gonna kill me!
- Where's Dexter? - Out of my way, you cocksucker!
Wait!
Shit.
Goddamn it.
What the fuck?
Detective Wallace, Homicide.
Detective Wallace, Captain Batista.
I've found the proof that I was looking for.
That the Bay Harbor Butcher is still active,
still killing.
Proof? Of the Bay Harbor Butcher?
That's right.
What proof?
Let me forward you the address and you can come see for yourself.
How the hell did Batista find me?
I'm putting an end to this.
So, this is his kill room. It's fresh.
I got here before he could take it down.
Where is the body?
No, no, I-I got here in the nick of time.
I stopped him from killing him.
You fought Mr. Morgan? Where is he?
No, no. There was a man. A big motherfucker.
He was covered in plastic.
Did you free him?
No. Dexter must have freed him.
Why would the Bay Harbor Butcher do that?
He must have heard me break in.
- You broke in? - And you saw him?
No.
But I heard his car.
But you didn't see it.
- Or him. - No, he drove away.
I...
I didn't see him.
But I was this close.
I do not understand.
Okay, the man wrapped in plastic on the table...
he ran away.
He was so terrified that he ran right over me.
But he was here.
And why did he run away?
Because he was scared of the Bay Harbor Butcher.
The man who ran... the would-be victim...
did you get his name?
Identification?
It all happened so fast, you know, I...
I made sure to call you.
I can describe him.
He's big, thick.
Black hair. Italian, maybe.
Big, thick Italian guy.
Sounds like half the cops we work with.
How did you find this place?
I put a tracker in Dexter Morgan's car.
- You had a warrant. - Well...
it was just AirPods.
I left my AirPods in his car,
so I ended up using them to track him.
You broke into his car?
No, he gave me a ride from his apartment.
It's a long story.
Look at this.
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Shit.
It was... it was following...
Look, I'm not lying.
Dexter must have found it. He must have destroyed it.
He's smart.
Finds himself out of everything.
Listen to this.
3:05 p.m., just arrived.
49th and 6th. Midtown.
He's been here for over an hour.
There's a salon, laundromat,
office buildings.
Why are you looking at me like that?
How are we looking at you?
What, you think I put up all this plastic myself?
Strange that you should say that, is it not, Captain Batista?
What?
I just always pictured my first time was gonna be at a fancy hotel.
Your... your first... You're...
fucking with me.
You're finally catching on.
Guess your warning to Batista to get out of town didn't work so well.
He's out there somewhere.
I can feel it.
Dex, you were supposed to be getting under his skin,
not letting him get under yours.
He could be heading here with NYPD.
Vinny never even saw your face.
You didn't leave any prints behind, no DNA.
You didn't even kill anyone,
which would have really screwed you, by the way, so good going.
I was never gonna kill him.
Well, lucky for you, Al skipped town,
'cause you were definitely gonna kill him.
He could have bugged the place.
Dex, he used AirPods to follow you.
A high-tech, department- supported investigation,
this is not.
He's acting alone.
Still,
he won't let it go. He's never gonna give up.
Not until...
Until he's got you behind bars.
What am I supposed to do with that?
You could stop killing.
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Miami Metro Homicide. Lieutenant Quinn speaking.
- Transferring a call from the NYPD. - Hello.
This is Detective Claudette Wallace, NYPD,
calling to check on the status of one of your cases.
And that would be?
The Bay Harbor Butcher.
Hello?
Sorry, did you say the Bay Harbor Butcher?
Correct.
Yeah, that case has been closed for years.
I met your Captain,
Angel Batista, who is actively pursuing it.
- What? - Is this a poor connection?
- I said your captain... - Yeah, no, no, no, he...
he's not our ca... I mean, he was our captain,
but he retired.
He up and quit out of nowhere. It was crazy.
- Angel Batista? - Yeah. Look,
he's a really good guy, he is, but,
he's...
He is no longer an active law enforcement officer.
No.
And I don't know what the fuck he's doing in New York.
You should have seen how happy she was.
Dante's gonna be okay now,
there's no more stress about where they're gonna have to live.
I...
Seriously, Dad.
Thank you so much.
Sounds like he listened.
What did you say to him?
I think I said something like,
"You got to realize your actions have consequences
for the people around you."
You scared him, didn't you?
I'm just glad he's taking care of the mold.
Hopefully, he'll be a better landlord from here on out.
What?
You say I have a thing for justice.
I think you do, too, Dad.
Maybe.
By the way, would it be cool if I, maybe,
spent the weekend at your place?
Red, I didn't know you have a son.
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