[Angela] All I know is, there are multiple injuries,
and Harrison is involved.
She said you told her something about a
proposed school shooting.
Angela. I think you need to take a look at this.
It's a kill list.
[Dexter] The stab wound doesn't match
the story he told Angela.
Something's off.
[Molly] She has a young baby who is in the fucking room
when she dies.
How fucked-up is that kid now? Am I right?
Yeah, I just want to give a shout-out to Harrison
-for saving all our asses. -[cheers and applause]
Hey, stud. I, uh, got you a little something
-for keeping our town safe. -[chuckles]
Wow, that's some, like, real Carrie from Homeland shit.
-He just stabbed me. -I know.
Then why are you interrogating me?
[Molly] Do you think that he attacked someone in the woods,
or do you think his dad is covering for him?
I just need bus fare.
Matt is staying at a hotel in New York. Run his cards.
[Harrison] Maybe we're a little bit hero and a little bit...
-[grunts] -...I don't know, monster.
-[gunshot] -Ethan's telling the truth.
This wound wasn't made by a hunting knife.
Harrison brought his own weapon to school that day.
He has my Dark Passenger.
ominous music
[dripping water echoing]
[Deb] Do you think he remembers?
-He can't. -You did.
When asshole drug dealers with chain saws
dismembered your mother inside a shipping container
while you sloshed around in her blood.
-You remembered. -That was different.
He's your child, Dexter. He's of your flesh and blood.
I want to help him the right way.
Whatever it takes to keep him from--
Becoming me?
What Harry did to you was child abuse.
Teaching you to become a serial killer,
and how to get away with it?
Look where the fuck that got us.
If anyone can guide him through this, it's me.
Maybe that's why he found me. Maybe that's why he's here.
You cannot tell him who you are.
It's like giving him permission.
Every day I walk around this world faking it.
Knowing if someone, if anyone knew the truth about me,
they'd throw me in the deepest, darkest pit they could find.
It's so fucking lonely.
But Harrison, he doesn't have to live that way.
If I could just be honest...
What are you gonna tell him?
There are a hundred garbage bags
with chopped up human beings
at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean?!
What the fuck do you think that would do to him?
He'd turn out worse than you,
and you are a fucking monster!
[dogs bark]
Ah. Huh?
You're shitting me, right?
Eh, I shit you not.
Stay as long as you like. Meals included.
Oh...
I have to say I'm actually a pretty good cook.
[chuckles] Can you actually be this nice?
Oh, well, you know,
I've been lucky in life, you know,
to have more than I need.
And it wasn't always like that, so, you know,
I remember what that's like, too.
Look, it just would have sat here empty otherwise, right?
And...
what do you want from me?
I just ask humbly that you pay it forward.
There a shower in there?
Yeah. And a Jacuzzi tub.
Oh, yeah, I am definitely paying it forward. [laughs]
Thank you so much.
My pleasure. Really.
Yeah, I could fucking die and go to heaven. [laughs]
[sighs]
[door closes]
[lock clicks]
Credit card reports for Matt Caldwell came in.
-And? -Just like Kurt said,
that motherfucker was held up at the Gramercy Suites
the last three nights.
-Damn it. -What?
No dead guy, no podcast.
I mean yay, he's alive.
Wait, so he's been eating five-star room service
while I've had half the town freezing their asses off
searching for him?
I knew the guy was an asshole, but this is
-an all-new level. -Yeah.
I've got half a mind to drive to the city
and see Matt Caldwell face-to-face.
I'm down.
-Seriously? -Yeah.
Cue up the Taylor Swift. Let's roll.
At least this way we can put it to bed.
Finally get some closure.
And this would have nothing to do with you
ambushing Matt to salvage your podcast?
Speaking of closure,
maybe now is a good time to mention
that I've met someone new.
Online. We've only exchanged a few messages.
He's a flat-earther, but it's very serious.
You know, actually, it is great timing.
There's a missing persons conference in the city
I wanted to go to this weekend.
Oh, my God, that's perfect.
Maybe we can get some hints on this
Bermuda Triangle you have here.
Problem is, there's no way the county would approve the cost.
Well, I can expense it. Done.
Logan, you can watch the station, right?
Road trip!
Thank God. No offense, but this town was
getting me a little claustrophobic.
You asked for it.
Dad, you wouldn't believe what happened in school today.
There was this big assembly,
and everyone was, like, cheering for me.
It was crazy.
You went through my stuff.
We need to talk.
I only carry that for protection.
Protection?
From what?
I-I was on my own for a long time.
Sleeping in the streets. People do weird shit.
The first time I got robbed, they took everything.
The next time, I was ready.
Okay.
So why'd you take it to school?
I'm not judging you, I just want to know the truth.
I heard Ethan's side of the story.
It's a hell of a lot different than yours.
What the fuck? You believe some
psycho school shooter over me?
What do you think I did? Say it.
If you did hurt him...
...on purpose...
...you can tell me.
The rest of this town thinks I'm a fucking hero,
and my own dad thinks I'm what?
A liar? An animal?
No. I think you're a kid.
I think you're going through something
that maybe you don't understand.
I just want to help you. Harrison, you can trust me.
Why the fuck would I trust you?
You're the one living a lie... Jim.
[grunts]
[exhales sharply]
[hip-hop playing indistinctly on car stereo]
[engine shuts off, music stops]
What the fuck are you doing here?
Dude.
Fuck you, man.
You were fucking right.
We're dicks. All of us.
Now come on.
What do you say, huh?
Give the bully a hug. Huh?
[laughing]
Yo, we're gonna be late.
For what?
There's a fucking party tonight, bro.
You're the guest of honor. Now get in, let's go.
Huh?
Give me a beer.
[Zach laughs]
Come on, let's go.
Get in.
Hey, Mom.
Harrison's hanging out with Zach and those guys tonight.
Is it cool if I meet them?
-It's a school night. -It's Friday.
Oh, come on, I'll make sure she's home by eleven.
Absolutely. Eleven.
Nya:weh, hakso:t.
-You're welcome, keya:de'. -It's fine.
[chuckles]
[Miriam] Harrison's a good kid.
Everyone's talking about what he did for the school.
You keep too short a leash on them,
you could lose 'em for good.
We'll be back by Sunday morning.
Nya:weh, Miriam.
I think you're crazy
We do this daily
Might think of something...
What the fuck?
[Zach] Welcome to the kill list party.
Written invitation only.
There ain't nothin' that could ever...
Everybody in here is alive because of you.
Hey, yo!
[all cheering]
There's no way we could unfeel the way we feelin'...
Let's fucking party!
[all cheering]
Somebody get this motherfucker a drink!
-Hey, Tess. -[music playing faintly]
My phone's dying. Do you mind?
That's what it's there for.
I'll take a Jameson, neat.
No IPA tonight?
I'm in the mood for something stronger.
Where's Angela?
Uh, she's down in Manhattan at some police conference.
[indistinct chatter]
How's your boy?
All the kids are pretty shaken up after what happened.
He's been better.
I know Harrison's the big hero,
and he did the right thing,
but it still can't be easy
knowing you hurt another human being.
[Dexter] Or maybe it was too easy.
You know, sometimes I feel
out of my depth.
It's okay to ask for help.
There's a therapist over in Fort Drum.
I had a student a couple years ago.
He helped her.
Maybe he could help Harrison.
You know, if there's things he's not ready to
talk to his dad about.
-Yeah, okay. -Cool.
Dr. Morris.
-Thanks, Tess. -No problem.
Come on, let's have a party, huh? [laughs]
Come on, you guys.
What's with him?
He gets like this every couple months.
Walks in here like he owns the place.
[panting]
[Del Shannon's "Runaway" playing]
[sighs] That same song.
Always that same fucking song.
As I walk along I wonder
What went wrong with our love
A love that was so strong
And as I still walk on
I think of the things we've done together
While our hearts were young...
Wait for it.
He's gonna come ask me to dance in four, three, two...
Tears are falling and I feel the pain
-[mouths] - Wishing you were
- Here by me -[Tess chuckles]
To end this misery
-Hey, Jim. - And I wonder
I wo-wo-wo-wo-wonder
Why, why, why, why, why, why she ran away...
[Dexter] Look at him.
His son reduced to ashes, and there he is,
dancing like he doesn't have a care in the world.
My little runaway...
Either he's crazy, or I am.
I'm-a spend this holiday locked in
My body got rid of them toxins
SportsCenter Top Ten
I could put the ball in the end zone
Put a bad bitch in the friend zone
This shit sound like an intro
Jetson, give me that tempo...
You came.
Couldn't miss my chance to see
the hometown hero in the flesh.
What?
You barely text me back anymore.
Sorry.
Was it the podcast I sent?
I mean, I get it. Maybe not everyone thinks
serial killers are funny.
[laughs]
I-I, um... I liked it.
You know, some-sometimes you got to laugh
at the fucked-up stuff, right?
I mean, look around.
[girl] Chug, chug. Oh!
[Harrison chuckles]
None of them would be here without you.
-You don't know that. -Yes, we do.
How does it feel to have that kind of power?
Life or death.
How... how did they get his list?
I don't know.
Maybe someone has access to her mom's police station?
Hey, Audz, get your ass over here.
-What's up, dude? -Hi.
-Find you later? -Yeah.
Me and the Cardinals are sharing a section
Got to cherish the present
I'm drinking water and wearing protection
Got a career and I'm very invested
Some people call it a scary obsession...
Harrison... my hero.
You saved my fucking life.
There's, um, just one rule here.
No phones.
What happens here stays here.
And I have a little present for you.
-[chuckles] -It's ecstasy.
Just hopped in...
We're all two pills deep already.
Catch up.
Just joshin', I'm-a spend this holiday locked in
My body got rid of them toxins
SportsCenter Top Ten...
-[opens can] -[chuckles softly]
Turn the music up, gimme room, room
This is how I boom, boom, pow, got a lot of style
Turn the music up, gimme room
Bad chick and you know it
Got a lot of dough, and tonight I'm gonna show it
Tonight I'm gonna throw it
This is for the good girls in the house
I'm gonna blow it, if you want to start somethin'
Let's get it poppin', when I'm shoppin'
Gimme room, I'm high like zoom
This is Versace, not Fruit of the Loom
Boom, boom, pow, got a lot of style
Turn the music up, gimme room, room
This is how I boom, boom, pow, got a lot of style
Turn the music up, gimme room, room
This is how I boom, boom, pow, got a lot of style
Turn the music up, gimme room, room
This is how I boom, boom, pow, got a lot of style
Turn the music up, gimme room
Tightly
Harrison!
Strung
You're the next heat wave
I dare you.
Gone insane
Carve an "H" right here.
So I'll always remember my hero.
Oh, I guess
I understand it
Long lost
But I can grasp it...
-Fuck. Fuck. -[girlfriend] Holy shit!
-Fuck. -Are you okay?!
[cheerleader] Oh, it hurts.
[breathing heavily]
-Fuck. Fuck. -[girlfriend] Are you good?
[cheerleader] Yeah.
[distorted, echoing laughter]
[distorted, echoing music]
[distorted, shrieking laughter]
[Zach] Yo.
Thank God you put that fat fuck in the hospital.
[laughs]
Yo, I'm gonna get laid tonight, bro.
Hey-hey!
Guest of fucking honor.
Having fun?
What's up?
You need a pick-me-up, man.
You make everything feel fine
Worried 'bout those comments
- I'm way too numb, yeah -[Scott chuckles]
[echoes] It's on me.
I get those goose bumps every time
[Audrey] Hey.
Throw that to the side
[echoing] You okay?
[echoing] Me?
I'm great.
I'm a fucking hero. Didn't you hear?
Hey. You're off the rails.
Come on, let's go get some water.
Come on.
You know my dad doesn't believe me?
Meaning?
He thinks I'm a liar.
He's the fucking liar.
What are you talking about?
You know his real name's not even Jim Lindsay?
Okay. Come on. Come with me.
You believe me, right?
Yeah, I believe you.
Why are you the only person here who understands me?
Harrison! Harrison!
Oh, my God. Harrison.
Harrison. Wake up.
Wake up. Wake up. Harrison.
Oh, my God. Harrison, wake up!
Fuck. Scott!
What the fuck?!
What was in that fucking pill?
Oh, fuck.
Whoa!
-[boy] What happened? -[boy 2] I don't know.
[woman] 911. What's your emergency?
[Logan] Harrison. Harrison. Stay with me.
[panting]
Harrison.
Stay with me.
[relieved exhale]
Jesus Christ.
[exhales sharply]
Okay, hey, hey, hey, take it slow.
Take it easy.
Is he okay? Is he gonna be all right?
You did the right thing. Just a few more minutes, and...
Easy. Easy.
Okay, hey, hey.
The Narcan I gave you will make you woozy.
Hey. Do you know where you are right now?
I'm at a party...
-at-at the lake. -Mm-hmm.
I'm-I'm fine.
Everyone can relax.
You need to tell me what you took.
Did you give him the drugs?
Coach...
No, I'm not your coach right now.
Tell me what you gave him, or I'm putting you in cuffs
this fucking second.
[quietly] All right.
What is this?
Just Oxy. A bunch of us took them.
-Everyone else was fine. -Right now you're going to jail,
possession with the intent to distribute,
unless you want to tell me
exactly where you got those drugs from.
pulsing, dramatic music
[doctor] Law enforcement found your son OD'd,
approximately 10 p.m.
Administered Narcan.
Patient regained consciousness.
Preliminary tests show the drug your son OD'd on
was fentanyl, a much stronger, cheaper substitute
for opioids like OxyContin.
Black market pills are unregulated, homemade.
Sometimes even one pill can contain a lethal dose.
Your son's lucky.
I'll be right back, okay?
[Logan] Apparently,
Scott's brother got the pills from a street dealer.
We're gonna find him.
-In Iron Lake? -No. Moose Creek.
Some guy selling fake Oxy out of a dive bar.
But you know who it is.
So far we just have a first name: Miles.
[takes deep breath]
Harrison's a great kid,
but what he needs right now is some...
-some tough love. -Yeah, thanks for the advice.
Oh, Harrison could've died tonight.
Only by the grace of God and Audrey's quick thinking
is he getting a second chance, and so are you.
Just back off, Logan.
With all due respect, Jim...
no.
You think being the assistant wrestling coach
makes you a parenting expert?
You have no fucking idea.
[smacks lips]
[Deb] He could have died.
You call yourself his father?
You didn't even know where the fuck he was.
Look at what you've done to him.
This is all your fault!
You're gonna start seeing a therapist.
Besides therapy, you'll go two places: home and school.
You got that?
Everybody took those pills.
I don't care about anyone else.
I care about you.
Yeah. Okay.
Whatever you say.
[sighs]
[Dexter] Yeah, whatever you say.
Like that's ever gonna happen.
[sniffs]
[sighs]
Sir!
[sighs]
[exhales]
[sighs]
[scoffs]
[door closes in distance]
[slow, steady footsteps]
[footsteps continue]
intriguing music
dramatic orchestral music
[Molly] I mean, you got to hand it to the guy.
If you're gonna go into hiding, this is the place to do it.
-[phone ringing] -Hmm.
Wait, hang on just a second.
Emergency already? It's barely 7 a.m.
[Logan] Uh, yeah, I just want to be the one to tell you.
Oh, God, what's-what's wrong? Is Audrey okay?
Audrey's fine.
Um, but there was a party last night,
and some kids were doing drugs.
Harrison OD'd.
-What?! -H-He's okay now.
Jim's all over it.
But, listen...
Audrey was there, too.
She was the one who called us.
She was the voice of reason. Totally sober.
Without her, this whole thing might've gone sideways.
-Well, I'm coming home. -Angela, she's safe.
She's fine.
Oh, come on. Is there just a way you can check for me real quick?
It's not a big deal. Right?
It's against protocol to give out any guest's information.
[clears throat] Chief Bishop.
Iron Lake PD.
We need to speak with a Matthew Caldwell.
Can you confirm that he's a guest here?
[typing]
Well, the guest you're inquiring about
checked out last night.
Hmm.
Well...
what about security footage?
'Cause I need visual confirmation
that he was actually here.
I can't give you access to that.
It would be an invasion of the guest's privacy.
Oh, I see.
Okay, well, I'll just have NYPD issue a warrant.
Get a couple of my buddies down here before breakfast.
[chuckles] I'm sure a cavalcade of cops
hanging out in your nice lobby
wouldn't spook the guests.
I'll have the I.T. guys pull the footage.
Come back tonight.
Thank you.
You are a badass and I like it.
You gonna be okay here on your own?
Doctor said I'm fine. I'm fine.
First appointment with the therapist
is this afternoon, right?
Yup.
We're gonna get through this.
Yeah. Okay.
suspenseful music
[dogs barking]
[Dexter] Hmm, dogs barking at me.
Still got it.
[barking continues]
Don't.
Dr. Patel?
Yeah!
-Back here! -[animal bellows]
[chickens clucking]
[Patel groans]
Uh, my goat hurt his leg. Hasn't slept in days.
I was hoping to get something to give him for the pain.
Oh, sure. There's some ketamine in the back.
Um, just help yourself. I'll-I'll bill you later.
You got a couple of syringes, too?
Grab whatever you need, Jim.
[rooster crowing]
[Dexter] One-stop shopping.
They say having a kid
is the most vulnerable thing you can do.
[turns off engine]
I hate being vulnerable.
[Small Drag's "Former" playing faintly]
Get a Bud?
[indistinct chatter]
[bottles clanking]
Thanks.
- -[dialogue inaudible]
Hey, Frankie. Just give me another one.
Are you Miles?
Who's asking?
Heard you might know where to get some blues.
What are you in the market for?
[chuckles softly] How many you got?
[chuckling softly]
Follow me outside.
Hang back a sec.
[Dexter] Sometimes you have to say yes to drugs.
[Miles] So, how much cash you carrying?
[siren whoops]
[Dexter] Shit.
-Time for plan B. -The fuck was that?
[grunting]
Hey, stay away from my son!
[Miles coughing]
Tell me that's not the fucking guy!
Calm the fuck down!
[handcuffs clicking]
-Are you with me, Jim? -Yeah, I'm with you.
Hey. Follow us back to the station.
-Fucking seriously? -Fill out some paperwork.
We'll be done by lunch,
and you can get back home to Harrison.
Protocol.
Right.
gentle piano and orchestra music
[sniffs]
I think I might head up to the room and take a nap.
Actually, a massage sounds nice.
I wonder if this place has a spa.
Oh, this is it.
"Finding patterns in seemingly unrelated cases."
They do have a spa.
[man] Ladies and gentlemen,
Miami Metro Homicide Captain Angel Batista.
[applause]
You coming, or what?
Two stars on Yelp.
Yeah, sure. Why not?
Perfect.
[Angel] Thank you, everybody.
It's great to be here in the Big Apple with you all.
It's a little colder than what I'm used to, but...
Hey, Jim.
Really sorry about all this.
It's just a formality. Coffee?
No, thanks.
The worst coffee in Iron Lake.
You know what, Teddy,
I will take that cup of coffee, actually.
Help yourself.
[sighs]
Are you aware of the number of fatal ODs
this county has seen in the last three months?
-I want a lawyer. -18.
Last night would've been 19 if I hadn't gotten there in time.
I said I want a lawyer.
And you're damn lucky I did.
Because that kid was one of mine.
And if we had lost him,
I don't know if I would've pulled his dad off of you
-in that parking lot. -You can't say that.
That's against the law, that's bias, that's intimidation.
You could lose your badge for that, man.
How many of the 18 dead did you personally sell pills to?
Because every one I can link to you
will be a homicide charge.
[chuckles softly]
I'm a vengeful dude, Miles.
What's it gonna be?
[Dexter] Damn, Logan. Even I feel intimidated.
It's this guy named Jasper Hodge.
He makes the pills himself.
[exhales] Jim. Uh, I-I'm sorry about all this.
I just need a record of you coming down to the station,
then we can move on from all of this.
It's fine. Really.
Well, Esther will get you all taken care of, and then,
uh, you're free to go.
You good?
Yeah.
But someone named Jasper Hodge
won't be for much longer.
This is the last known address for Jasper Hodge.
[Esther] How long will it take
-to get a warrant? -[Logan] It's Saturday.
The D.A.'s closed, so at least 12 hours.
Jim, I am so sorry about Harrison.
I know you and Ange aren't Facebook official or anything,
but to me, you're family.
Thanks, Esther.
It means the world.
[Esther chuckles]
[exhales]
[takes deep breath]
suspenseful music
[sighs]
This is what you want, right?
Stop it.
Come take me.
Please.
That's not what this is about.
[grunts] No!
Fuck.
[grunts, mutters]
[groans]
[panting]
[groaning]
The Bay Harbor Butcher was a challenge
for a variety of reasons.
Oh, I did an episode on this once.
They actually thought it was a cop in the same department.
I mean, can you imagine?
Being right next to a serial killer for, like, years
and having no idea?
I don't think so.
It's called Merry Fucking Kill. Subscribe.
Available on all platforms.
-What? -Molly.
[Angel] ...no clear connection among the victims.
Then we discovered the link.
They had all committed crimes they'd gotten away with.
Now, when you find a common connection among missing people,
it may be that one person
is responsible for all of their disappearances.
-Hmm. -[applause]
-That actually kind of adds up. -Occam's razor.
Sometimes the simplest explanation is the right one.
I think I will get that massage.
[man] Okay, uh, we're gonna open the floor now to,
uh, questions for Captain Batista.
-You're gonna miss me. -Who wants to go first?
[sighs]
low, pulsating music
[door closes]
[Deb] Let him walk away.
Go home to Harrison.
Work on being a good dad.
Harrison almost died because of this guy.
He doesn't get to just walk away.
And I am a good dad!
I haven't seen you like this before.
This isn't about the Code or feeding your urges.
This is vengeance.
Yup.
[opens zipper]
[Dexter] Okay, remember the Code, and do all this
before the Iron Lake PD gets their act together.
Hell, I should kill this guy just because of the wallpaper.
[door creaks]
And...
proof.
[man in video game] You have a new side mission.
Side mission failed.
[video game weapons firing]
You have a new side mission.
[Dexter] He likes to play games.
[toilet flushes]
But I'm not here to play.
[lock buzzes, latch clicks]
[Kurt] You're free to go, Chloe.
It's over.
Oh, my...
[panting]
[exhales]
I said you can go.
Make me!
[grunts]
[continues panting]
[Kurt groans]
-[grunting] -[Chloe whimpering]
[groaning] No! Aah!
Let me go! No!
No, please, don't-don't hurt me. Please! No!
-No! Please, please. -[grunts]
[Chloe whimpers]
[panting] Run, bitch.
[Kurt panting]
Come on.
Run. Go, or I will kill you.
[panting]
-[panting] -Run. Run!
-[yelling] Fuck! -No.
No, no. This is not the way it's supposed to happen. No!
[gunshot]
[panting]
No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
No. No. No, no.
[panting]
You... you ruined everything.
[whimpering]
[gunshot]
slow, somber music
[whimpering]
No, no, no, no, no.
[groans]
-[indistinct chatter] -[jazz piano playing softly]
Detective Batista.
Angela Bishop, Police Chief in Iron Lake.
-Iron Lake? -It's upstate.
Oh. Nice to meet you.
No bodies?
Just one backpack left in a truck stop parking lot.
Parents calling, looking for their daughters.
What's the pattern?
Women, 15 to 25.
Transients, prostitutes, runaways.
People who wouldn't be missed by law enforcement.
Not much of a pattern.
But I like your style.
Aggressive, almost... bossy.
I have a boyfriend.
Can he handle you?
He chops his own wood.
Right. That's cool.
So, a dozen women were last seen
within a few miles of my small town.
I know nobody else gives a shit,
but my gut is telling me it's not a goddamn coincidence.
When's the first time you felt that?
The feeling that something is off?
My best friend disappeared when we were teenagers.
She just walked off down the highway one day,
never came back.
Listen to your gut.
You find out the why, you'll find out the who.
Another round?
Promise, purely platonic.
Wouldn't want to find myself on the wrong end of an ax.
[chuckles softly] Yeah, sure.
Thank you.
You know, that... that feeling you have?
It reminds me of another case
back in the day, the Trinity Killer.
No one understood how those deaths were related.
So how'd you guys crack it?
A young detective, Debra Morgan,
she always had a gut feeling about it.
Never gave up.
So, maybe she could help us?
She died.
Real fucked-up situation.
Her brother, too. Tragic, really.
He had a little son.
What was his name?
Ah. I...
Oh, yeah.
Harrison. Cute kid.
[breathing deeply]
contemplative music
[groans]
[breathing heavily]
[gasping]
Who the fuck are you?
I don't know. Your worst nightmare?
Or maybe you're mine.
What? No. [grunting]
Let's just say, you're a friend of a friend
of a friend of my son's.
It's nice to meet you, Jasper.
[panting]
What? What?
What is happening? What? What? What?
No, don't look away.
Those are all people you killed.
You're fucking crazy. I never killed anyone.
Wrong. They all died because of drugs you gave them.
You might be right about the first thing.
[breathing heavily]
What are you gonna do to me?
[grunts]
[screaming]
No.
[panting rapidly]
[whimpering]
I think you've lived long enough.
They come to me begging for it, all right.
I'm not forcing it down anyone's throats!
My son didn't come to you, and he took one of those pills.
Well, he's a weak fucking junkie like the rest of them.
You know, what kind of dad are you anyway,
if your son was fucked-up enough to do that?
You're a weak dad! [groans]
[muffled groaning]
[whispering] I am a great fucking dad.
[muffled crying]
[car tires squealing]
[muffled yelling, crying]
[panting]
Fucking Logan.
[muffled whimpering]
[Dexter groans]
[muffled groaning, crying]
[Jasper yells]
[whimpering]
[vehicle approaching]
-[horn toots] -[Kurt] Hey.
Harrison?
What are you doing all the way out here?
Headed out of town, for good.
Oh, really?
How about I buy you a hot meal
before you go on your grand adventure?
Hmm? Deal?
What happened to your face?
Uh, it's a hunting accident.
I'll meet you inside.
[muffled whimpering]
[Dexter] There are always sacrifices one has to make
-as a parent. -[muffled yelling] No.
Especially the parent of a teenager.
-[muffled groaning] -Shh, shh.
You don't always get to do the things
you want the way you want.
[snorting]
But we can make these small sacrifices
for the good of our children.
Hands up! Hands up!
Let me see your hands up! All the way up!
Goddamn it.
[Dexter] After all, if we can't do that,
we don't deserve to be parents.
He checked out at 11:30 last night.
[clicks mouse]
There he is.
Matt Caldwell.
You're right. There he is.
All checked out.
Sorry to bother you with this, sir.
Thanks so much for your time.
-Just, uh... -[phone camera clicks]
For my records. Thanks again.
[sighs]
Who the fuck was that?
Why would Kurt lie?
-[quiet chatter] -[upbeat music playing faintly]
So, you have any money?
[service bell rings]
I thought you were getting this.
[chuckles] Not for the food.
For your new life.
-Not really. -Oh.
Well, that's not really a great plan, is it?
Hitchhiking to God-knows-where with not a dollar to your name.
It's a dangerous world out there, kid.
How do you think I got to Iron Lake?
Oh.
Look, uh... [chuckles softly]
I know things have been complicated
between you and your dad.
Hell, there were times with Matt
when I wanted to write him off entirely.
And our fights were nothing
compared to the blowouts I had with my old man.
Look, you don't have to do this.
Try and make it better.
What, what's happening between us
has been going on for a long time.
Hey. You know, I've been around a little bit longer than you,
and I've seen a few things.
So I'm gonna give you a little advice,
whether you like it or not.
Now, in those moments,
when all you see is red,
just go and do something kind
for the person that's pissing you off.
Even if you don't want to, especially if you don't want to.
Yeah, I think we might be past that.
[sighs]
Ah. Well, take it or leave it.
[takes deep breath]
Run as far and as long as you want,
you can never outrun that rage.
Susan.
-Yeah? -Could you, uh,
get me one of those applications?
Well, you want a new life?
Start by getting a fucking job. Here.
I'll give you one.
Why are you being so nice to me?
You must have other places to be.
[chuckles softly]
You got potential, kid.
I can see it.
Just pay it forward.
[footsteps approaching]
You're not mad?
No.
I'm just glad you're okay.
I mean, I know what happened was scary.
Harrison's gonna be okay.
Scott's not in trouble.
I mean, any more than usual.
No one's gonna be mad at you.
You saved Harrison's life.
[sighs] Whatever.
So, what's bothering you?
Harrison said something weird.
Right before he passed out.
Okay.
He said his dad's name isn't Jim Lindsay.
Hey.
You hungry?
I'm good.
How was therapy?
You like the doctor?
Actually, it-it felt great to talk to someone.
Well, that's great to hear.
I'm gonna go lie down. Doctor said to get some rest.
Of course.
Are you sure you don't want any dinner?
[Dexter] We think we have it all figured out.
We think we can control things.
Fix them.
That we can keep life moving forward
on the path we've chosen.
intriguing music
-[beeps] -[printer whirring]
But all that's standing between us and chaos
-is a tiny, fragile thread. -[footsteps approaching]
Cut that thread,
and we're all just falling into space.
"Ketamine" by Princess Goes to the Butterfly Museum
I wanna feel forever changing
But it's hard when all this rearranging
Means I might be losing you
I wanna soar through candy canyons
But it's hard when my companion's thrashing
Kept from view
We're side by side
Just within reach
But worlds apart
I'm building castles
On the beach
You're tearing out your heart