Previously...
License and registration, please.
-There you go. -Thank you.
-James Lindsay, huh? -Jim.
-What the hell are you doing? -A-Are you Dexter Morgan?
It's me. Harrison.
What happened to you? Where have you been?
Bounced around a bunch of s..tty foster homes.
Finally I decided to find you.
I came here for answers.
Ask me whatever you want.
Why did you leave us?
I was born in blood, just like you.
I had the same violent urges when I was your age.
Like you, I didn't know how to deal with them.
But my dad taught me a Code.
A way to channel those urges.
I'm gonna tell you everything.
Do you use this when, you know... you know, you go after bad guys?
No.
You ready?
It's the end of the road, Kurt Caldwell.
-Why are you doing this? -You f..king murdered women.
They're just runaways.
You and your son, you're some kind of vigilante team?
Like father, like son.
Turn around. On your knees. Hands on your head.
What the hell is this about?
Dexter Morgan, you're under arrest.
Don't do that.
-S..t. -You don't really
care about saving anybody, do you?
You're just feeding this "Dark Passenger."
You're just like me, buddy.
Open your eyes and look at what you've done!
You have to take the safety off.
Deep breath.
-Talk to me. -We have penetrating
thoracic trauma by gunshot, catastrophic blood loss.
We're losing him. Defib on my count.
Three, two, one. Clear!
No pulse. Recharging.
Three, two, one. Clear!
We have a heartbeat.
Ah, a beating heart.
I'll take it.
Hello, Dexter Morgan.
Am I dead?
Not yet.
But almost being killed by someone you're fond of
has its own particular sting.
Eh, Dexter?
I told my son to shoot me.
He was following the Code.
That's a pretty f..ked-up way to look at patricide.
Well, Harrison's lived a pretty f..ked-up life. Thanks to you.
Wait, you're--
You think Harrison's my fault?
That I'm the bad guy?
If you hadn't thought that you could live the dream...
...your wife would still be alive.
And your son
wouldn't have been left to sit in a pool
of his own mother's blood.
Just like you were at the same age.
Maybe your precious son
wouldn't have become a father killer like...
...like me.
He is nothing like you!
Let me give you a little advice,
serial killer to serial killer.
Where you went wrong was thinking you could have it all.
A family and your Dark Passenger.
The bullet to my chest
did a pretty good job of teaching me that.
Like our Savior,
sometimes you have to go through hell to achieve resurrection.
Not that we're anything like the good Lord.
You already know what you really are.
Who you really are.
Patient is still unresponsive.
Socio.
Mi amigo.
For a moment there, yeah, I was.
It was great to find someone I could trust.
Yes.
It was something we both needed.
Rare for two grown men to find that in each other.
Usually, the only time I could be that open,
that real with someone, was when I had them on my kill table.
When you killed other killers,
future innocent victims were saved.
There's a nobility in that.
But when you tried to be normal...
...people who didn't deserve it found themselves equally as dead.
Yours is a lonely path, my friend.
-Harrison. -Hey.
Just the guy I was looking for.
I wanted to get you this as soon as I could.
-Okay. -Open it.
Oh, s..t. Wow.
Is it about your GED?
I passed.
Oh, my God! I knew you could do it! I told you you'd ace it.
My days of being a high school dropout are officially over.
Thanks for pushing me to do this.
You're very push-able.
It's one of the many things I like about you.
Um, am I, um... am I still watching
-your little man tonight? -Yeah. Lot of tests coming up.
Got a grupo de estudio and a class tonight.
I'm gonna show him the OG Eastman run of Ninja Turtles.
After tarea.
-¿Claro? -Sí.
Homework first. I'm not gonna lead him astray.
I'm not a high school dropout anymore.
Okay. Great.
-I'll see you tonight. -See you.
Oh, reminder. Top floor suites are reserved this week.
Preparation for some gala later this month.
Rich people gotta gala.
Right.
You can take room 237. I'll make sure it's cleaned fast.
Gracias.
I-I got to get to work. Stefan's on the prowl.
F..k.
Good morning.
Morning, man.
Adrian. What's up?
-Hey, Harrison. -Morning.
-Morning, Claude. -Hey, how you doing?
Jorge, what's good?
Only vegetarian burritos left.
Daniel, I got that one.
Oh, s..t.
-Yo. -Yo, yo, yo.
-Want a ride, big guy? -I wish I could.
Those Ryan's wheels?
Yep. He's got a honey on his arm and he's looking for you.
Got it.
What? My shift starts at four.
And what do we say here at the Empire Hotel? "On time is late."
-My man. -Ryan.
-You got my stuff? -Absolutely.
You can find anything in the city, huh?
I got another favor to ask you.
This f..ker quit on me.
Don't suppose you know a spot that can fix this.
Oh, please. I got you.
He's the best.
Well, we only hire the best.
Welcome to the Empire Hotel. Checking in?
We checked in online. We're room 715.
Perfect. Let's get you loaded up and into your room.
Are you here for business?
Richard's got the meetings. I get the spa days.
Nice.
Well, if you need any recommendations for dinner, bars, whatever...
...I'm your guy.
-Um, hello? -Oh, so sorry.
Uh, your suite's right this way.
Again, if you need anything...
Thank you.
Where is it?
Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.
-No worries. -Uh, I'm lost.
Can you help me find the Topics in Emergency Care conference?
-Yeah, I got you. -Thanks.
-I'm Shauna. -I'm Harrison.
-Is this your first time in New York? -Yeah.
Yeah, I thought I was gonna hate it, coming from Iowa and all,
but I really love it.
Well, there's nothing like the Big Apple.
I know.
First thing I did when I got here, uh, Magnolia Bakery.
-Dessert's your thing? -Mm-hmm.
I've got lots of recommendations.
Spots that, uh, actual New Yorkers go to.
Ah, well, I would love to, but I'm gonna be in a conference till late.
No worries.
God, you are so lucky that you live in New York.
It feels like you can be anybody you want to be here.
Hello, son.
I've missed you, Dad.
I've missed you, too.
Did you come to say goodbye?
There's no clause in the Code where it says you can just give up and die.
I don't have much to live for.
You have a son.
A son who shot me.
I'm thinking he's better off without me.
You really believe that?
I wonder if the whole world might've been better off
if you hadn't rescued me from that shipping container.
I made a lot of mistakes in my life.
But rescuing you was not one of them.
I can think of a few people who might disagree.
A few murderers, you mean.
A few good people, too.
I was never there for Harrison.
And when he showed up in Iron Lake, I tried to mold him into my image.
But I was wrong about him.
You sure about that?
He made it pretty clear out there in the woods he's not like me.
He's just angry.
Not in spite of me. Because of me.
Your brother didn't have a father.
He didn't have a mother, either.
Because of you.
And Harrison lost his mother because of you.
Dexter, your son needs you.
Hello? Is anyone there?
Surprise, motherf..ker.
Isn't there some rule about these things ending
after the third ghost?
You're not happy to see me, Morgan?
F..k. Enough.
This is my mind.
Like it or not, Morgan,
this conversation needs to happen.
I already know what you're gonna say. I'm a creep motherf..ker.
You were right about me all along.
No, I was wrong.
Buried down deep, real deep,
past all that f..ked-up Bay Harbor Butcher s..t...
...is a kernel of good.
Good?
It's not a word I ever heard you associate with me.
Well, hear it now.
And hold on to it for the sake of your son.
Because he needs that part of you, too.
Go to him, Morgan.
Otherwise, you really are just some creep motherf..ker.
Talk about a curtain call.
Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. Morgan.
Is this real?
Oh, yeah.
You've been in a coma for ten weeks now.
-Ten weeks? -Yeah.
-Can I ask you a question? -Yeah, shoot.
Sorry. Bad word choice.
Go for it.
How close was I to--
Meeting your maker?
Yeah, well...
you just about did.
Yeah, it was touch and go there for a little bit,
but lucky for you, you got shot in zero-degree weather.
The cold and the snow, it slowed your heart rate.
Lessened the blood loss.
If it was summer, you'd be deader than my last marriage.
But you pulled through.
I got to check on another patient.
Wait.
Where's my son? Is he okay?
Last we heard, your son left town weeks ago.
Nobody's heard from him since.
Harrison.
-Whoo. -Is she okay?
Okay.
The wife had a little too many margaritas.
Happens every time we're in the city.
Hit the elevator for me.
Uh, yeah.
Can you go ahead and hit my floor?
Didn't know you were married.
Why would you?
Go ahead. Eleventh floor.
Yep.
What was in that drink?
Give me a hand.
Yeah. Okay.
Here we go.
Look, man, I know she's not your wife.
Her name's Shauna. She's here for the medical conference.
Oh, you got me.
We just met at the bar, and she and I are gonna have some fun.
-She's cool with it. -I'm cool with what?
Be a good boy and open my door.
It's not my problem.
Not my problem.
It's not my problem.
-It's not-- -No.
Stop it. No.
Shauna? Are you okay?
Get away from her.
Or what, you f..king nothing?
Just let me get Shauna back to her room...
...and we can pretend this never happened.
Get the f..k out of here!
She won't even remember what happened.
F..king piece of--
Think you're some kind of f..king hero?
Piece of s..t.
F..king nobody.
Okay! Fine!
Take the bitch out of here if you want.
You dumbass. There's plenty more where she came from.
There's always more.
No, no, no, no!
F..k.
Okay.
It's tough to cut through the clothes.
It's best to remove them.
I generally cut them into nine pieces,
depending on how big they are, for ease of transport.
S..t.
Let's go!
Today's not the day to prove anything.
Don't push yourself so hard. Easy does it.
F..k.
I'm just walking.
You ever hear the phrase, "Use it or lose it"?
Well, you didn't use it, so you lost it.
It's going to take time.
How much time?
Considering how long you were in a coma, and your age,
be grateful that catheter wasn't permanent.
I am.
Seriously, though, you must've been in really good shape before...
the incident.
Yeah. I used to chase deer...
...through the snow.
You know Norm Blacksnake?
Yeah, he used to crawl down
from his mountain shack to my shop every year.
Drove himself here in the middle of a heart attack.
No friends, no family.
Been on life support the last two weeks.
Mean old cuss is gonna die
with nothing but that boxed-up s..t he came here with.
-I could've shared the same fate. -PT time is over.
Okay.
-You got it? -Yeah, I got it.
How am I not in a prison hospital?
Where the hell is Angela?
Don't know.
Figured you'd be leaving Iron Lake in a body bag
or handcuffs.
Hey there.
How you feeling?
Been better.
Those cuffs for me?
It's from Angela.
She left town with Audrey after, you know... everything.
Which makes me acting sheriff of Iron Lake.
Angela was so sorry about mistakenly arresting you
for the murder of Matt Caldwell.
Obviously, it turned out his dad... well, you know.
She was even more sorry about shooting you.
When she found that bullet hole in your cell,
which proved that Logan had shot at you
and you were just defending yourself,
she felt like s..t.
Look, all pleasantries aside,
I have to fulfill my duties as acting sheriff of Iron Lake.
We don't have a lot of resources,
but I have to enforce justice.
That's the job.
So...
Do you want to press charges against the Iron Lake Sheriff's Department
for Chief Angela Bishop shooting you?
No.
No, that's okay.
It was a misunderstanding. I'd prefer to just put it behind me.
Us.
You don't know how much of a relief.
Gosh, you're the best.
Thank you.
For taking the high road. I try.
Oh. Sorry.
I'll let you rest, then.
You need anything, just let me know.
-Thanks, Teddy. -You betcha.
Holy f..king s..t.
Call the cops!
We got a body over here.
Well, part of one, anyway.
Officers Wallace and Oliva. Homicide.
Afternoon, Detectives. I'm Officer Oskelwitz.
Tell me what you know, Oskelwitz.
Oh, um, a sanitation worker was separating the trash.
A bag ripped, and two pieces of a leg, a human leg, came out.
Do you know where this trash came from?
Um, y-yes?
Why are you saying it like you're asking it?
-Because he's not sure. -Then just say no.
The truck the garbage came from has hundreds of stops.
-Thousands of bags. I guess that's why-- -Tell him to stop.
Where is the rest of the body?
Forensics has no ability to identify anyone by their toe print.
We need a head or a hand.
Right. Um--
Do you have any more information relevant to my investigation, Officer?
-I don't. -Then why are you still here?
Claudette.
You really should be nicer to the unis.
Why would I encourage that incompetence?
I am going to get to work.
We have body parts to find.
What's her deal?
She sees things in ways we don't.
Watch and learn, Officers.
Yeah.
Oliva!
This one right here?
This--
-Here! -Yep.
Victim wasn't robbed.
Expensive ring still on his finger.
But where is his watch?
Never in my life
have I worked so hard to get so nowhere so fast.
You did enough for today. Remember, you have time.
Thinking I was dead made me
keenly aware of how limited my time really is.
I just want to recover enough so I can...
find my son, make sure he's okay.
We'll get you there.
It's lunchtime. Think you can make it back to your room?
For hospital food, you bet.
Dexter?
Please let this be another hallucination.
And nope.
Wow.
It's like seeing a ghost.
I know what you mean.
It's been a while, huh?
I'm thinking you could use something other than hospital food.
Thanks.
I don't know what Jim Lindsay likes to eat,
but my old pal Dexter Morgan, he loved himself a Cubano.
Little taste of home.
Oh, man.
I missed these.
Imagine my surprise when Chief Bishop called me out of nowhere
and told me that you were alive.
Must've been a big one.
I got to know.
Why'd you disappear for all these years?
I was pretty wrecked, you know?
With Deb and all.
What did you do with Deb?
The last glimpse I had of you was security footage
of you wheeling her out of the hospital.
When that hurricane hit...
...Deb gone like she was...
...I don't know, it made sense then.
And I took her with me on the boat.
I just had to get away.
I drove straight into the storm.
And the boat capsized and, um...
...I lost her.
And I lost my way, I guess.
After Rita and Deb,
I couldn't stay in Miami.
And...
...somehow I ended up here.
But why Jim Lindsay? Faking your death?
I don't know, I needed a new start.
My life had become such hell.
I know it doesn't make a lot of sense.
But grief...
...does something to you.
Tell me about it.
I lost you, too, hermano.
Hell, I even spoke at your memorial. Thank you.
I thought about reaching out, but I just couldn't...
...reopen that door. It's open now.
Yeah.
But I'm still a little confused.
Here we go.
And I get this call from the chief of police here.
Who I guess was your girlfriend.
And she said the craziest thing.
She intimated that you were the Bay Harbor Butcher.
What the f..k?
Angela and I always had a volatile relationship, but wow,
she must've been really pissed at me when she called you.
-Crazy. -Oh, it gets crazier.
I hop on a plane,
arrive to find that your girlfriend shot you.
And when I talk with her the very next day,
after her calling me with that accusation,
she's backtracked on everything.
"Made a mistake," she says.
Hell of a mistake, shooting your boyfriend
'cause you think he's a serial killer.
It's just this one thing I can't seem to let go of.
María LaGuerta. You remember María.
Of course I do.
María told me, in confidence,
that she was certain that you were the Bay Harbor Butcher.
Crazy, huh?
Insane.
But then María was killed.
By some old cartel s..thead.
Or Deb.
It was tough times. F..kin' A, it was tough.
But we all know that the Bay Harbor Butcher
was Doakes, right?
What was it he used to call you?
He called me a lot of things.
You f..king weirdo. F..king creep job.
F..king freak-tard. Psycho.
Jesus f..king Christ, you're the Bay Harbor Butcher.
He liked "creep motherf..ker."
Doakes always had a way with words.
-You okay? -Yeah.
It's been fun traveling down memory lane with you, buddy.
But... I could use some rest, I think.
I'll be back tomorrow.
We can catch up some more.
Can't wait.
Oh, yeah. I almost forgot.
-I got some good news. -Lay it on me.
You're officially alive.
After your shipwreck,
I was the one that filled out your death certificate.
When I heard you were alive,
thought it fitting that Dexter Morgan be legally resurrected.
Now you can vote,
renew your license, you know...
be a regular Joe.
That's very thoughtful of you.
Rest.
Or is it because you can't prosecute a dead man?
-Thanks, I appreciate that. -Dr. Abrams?
Thanks for reaching out about Dexter.
Yeah, well, it's good for patients to have friends around.
How long do you think he'll have to stay?
Uh, he's amazingly resilient.
But he did take a catastrophic gunshot to the chest,
so he'll be around for a couple more weeks at least.
Great.
What time are visiting hours tomorrow?
-Eleven to four. -I'll see you at eleven, Doc.
All right.
If you'll just follow me.
Detective, I believe you were...
As soon as you are finished, I want a comprehensive
luminol examination of this entire space.
Okay.
Who's that?
His name is Morgan, Harrison Morgan.
Genesee, please assist in here.
Not exactly the kind of sound you want to hear when you're in a hospital bed.
You don't have to die alone, you know.
-You still have Harrison. -I know.
Time of death?
5:13 a.m.
Relax into it. You're too tense.
Sorry, I'm just not used to being on a table.
with someone over me.
Don't blame you for being stressed.
I mean, your friend Kurt Caldwell turned out to be a serial killer.
You got shot.
-Crazy world out there. -Yep.
The hits just keep on coming.
I heard something horrible on the news.
A man's chopped-up body was found.
Gives me the heebies.
Where was this?
Down in New York City.
They found the body parts cut up into nine pieces.
Can you imagine?
Nine pieces?
Living on the Rez can be s..tty, but...
I'd take it over a big city with crazy white men
running around chopping up bodies.
No offense.
Serial killers always seem to be white men. Just a fact.
No offense taken.
Guess I shouldn't talk bad about big cities.
I mean, Kurt Caldwell was right here in Iron Lake, taking our girls.
And it was when I killed Kurt
I taught Harrison how to cut up a body into nine pieces.
Could it be?
I'm feeling kind of beat.
Think I pushed too hard. Can we, uh, call it for today?
Sure. Yeah.
Separated into nine parts.
Just like I would do.
And the victim?
A repeat sexual predator who slipped through the cracks.
Fits the Code, huh, Dexter?
You think Harrison's following in your footsteps?
I mean, body chopped in nine parts,
stuffed in garbage bags, and the victim being what he was?
The city's only four hours away.
Easy drive for Harrison.
It's the perfect place to disappear.
And if it is Harrison, he could be in real trouble.
The NYPD is no joke.
If they've already discovered the body,
there's no telling what other mistakes Harrison might've made.
I'll start at the hotel Ryan never checked out of.
Where are my boots?
Batista's gonna be here soon.
Harrison took my truck. I need a car.
I'm a little early.
Any chance I could see my friend?
No. But you can wait for him right there.
With friends like him...
F..k, f..k, f..k.
Hey, Siri, call the Seneca Nation Clinic.
Seneca Nation Clinic. How can I help you?
Yeah, hi. This is Detective Quinn, Miami Metro.
I need to talk to Captain Batista.
Hold, please.
Excuse me, Captain Batista?
Phone call for you.
Captain Batista.
Hello there.
Ma'am, I don't really mean to be a pest. I'd really like to see my friend.
Could you check again?
Sorry, he's still in the shower.
It's been 45 minutes.
Sir, you can't just--
Dexter, you okay, amigo?
F..k!
F..king psycho.
Invitation delivered.
Whoa!
Some asshole just tried to run me over.
Doesn't fit the Code.
No s..t, Dad.
My son.
I could cry.
Actually, I can't cry.
Damn it.