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Previously
on Dexter: New Blood...

Harrison! Harrison!

You're gonna start seeing
a therapist. Besides therapy,

you'll go two places:
home and school. You got that?

The day after that,
we will canvass the caves.

We will not stop

until we find your son.

The caves?
You think he's that far out?

There he is. Matt Caldwell.

Who the fuck was that?

Why would Kurt lie?

You ruined everything.

The rest of this town
thinks I'm a fucking hero,

and my own dad thinks I'm what?

Now, in those moments,

when all you see is red...

A liar? An animal?

...go and do something kind

for the person
that's pissing you off.

When's the first time
you felt that?

The feeling
that something is off.

My best friend disappeared.

Oh, by the way.

Coach Logan said
I made the wrestling team.

He said his dad's name
isn't Jim Lindsay.

"The Keeper"
by Chris Cornell

I come from far away

My boots don't know
this ground

But they know it's real

It doesn't take too long

For this road to become

A battlefield

And before I let

One more fire go out

Understand that I won't give

One inch of ground

From beneath
yours and my feet

Oh!

I may not be the keeper

Of the flame

But I am the keeper...

I used to do the same thing

after royally fucking up
as a kid.

Anything to get
on Dad's good side again.

I'm not angry
about Harrison's OD.

Just worried.

You think therapy
was the right call?

Few more sessions,

he'll be bringing you
breakfast in bed.

What?

I'm proud of you.

You're doing the right thing.
Not like Harry did.

Let him show it

to you on his own.

This is not a good idea.

Well, maybe it's not as dire
as you think.

My son working for the father
of my last victim?

Seems pretty dire.

And that's the fucking problem,
right?

No one can live
with a motherfucking psycho

who's addicted to murder.

It's cold as hell out there.

You got to admit, though,
it's-it's pretty sweet

having a forest for a backyard.

I appreciate
you doing the chores.

I got
some good advice yesterday.

Figured I'd try it out.

A-And I know
I've been a little...

negative since I got here,

but I-I really do
appreciate everything.

Giving me a place to stay...

Sticking out of your bag.

Yeah.

Uh, I was gonna tell you.

Uh, I n-need your signature
on it, actually.

You know,
if this is about extra money,

I could pay you for the chores.
No, that's not it. I...

could use a little independence.

I ran into Kurt. He told me

he needed someone
to do odd jobs.

Just washing trucks.
It's nothing major.

I'm not sure a truck stop's

the best place
for your first job.

Why not?

Well, it might not be that safe.

I spent a lot of time
at truck stops on my way here.

You know,
when I was searching for you.

I never had a problem
I couldn't handle.

Yeah. I don't know.
I don't always get

the best feeling
from Kurt Caldwell.

Kurt?

Well, maybe I know him
better than you.

A-Are you gonna sign this
or not?

Sorry.
We'll work something else out.

Maybe you can pick up
a weekend shift at Fred's.

Y-You abandoned me,

and now you get to make
all my decisions?

You know,

I didn't go to therapy
last night.

I talked to Kurt.
He's the one who convinced me

to do
your stupid fucking chores.

You should be thanking him.

I'm taking the job.

Why is Kurt Caldwell

suddenly so interested

in my son?

Fucking waste.

All this aggravation
ain't satisfactionin' me

A little more bite
and a little less bark

A little less fight
and a little more spark

Close your mouth
and open up your heart

And, baby, satisfy me,
satisfy me

License and registration.

Yes, Mistress.
Officer. Sorry. Uh...

Not that one.

The one for Dexter Morgan.

Drive directly to the station.

I'll follow to make sure
you don't get lost.

Whatever you did, hon,
just say sorry.

Welcome to the club, man.

I got a Spotify breakup playlist
for later.

Technically,
faking your death isn't a crime.

That's not what this is about.

You've been lying to me
since the first day we met.

This has nothing to do with you.

What the hell is it about, then?

What, are you running
from something?

I was running.

Running from death.

From all the killing.

My wife, Rita--

Harrison's mother--

was murdered.

And then my sister,

Deb.

The closest person to me
in the world.

And it was all just...

...too much.

Look, I know you understand
what grief does to you.

With your husband and Iris.

But you're stronger than I am.

I couldn't go back to homicide

with all the blood
and violence and...

hopelessness.

I couldn't be
Dexter Morgan anymore.

He was cursed.

And I wasn't gonna pass
that curse

down to Harrison.

So I drove my boat
into that hurricane.

I wanted to die.

But somehow, I survived.
And I took it

as a sign
that I could start over.

And so I did.

As Jim Lindsay.

For the first time in my life
since I left Miami,

I'm happy.

I never thought
that was possible.

This life with you

and now with Harrison...

It's what I've always needed.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I never meant to hurt you.
Or anyone.

Every time I called you Jim,
it was a lie.

You turned my life into a lie.

And Harrison.

After you abandoned him.

And I'm making that right.

But maybe you can't.

No wonder he's having
so much trouble.

Your issues
are becoming his issues.

If you want a real relationship
with him,

you should start
by acknowledging that.

I will.

I've gotten him into therapy.

You're the one
who needs therapy.

To even have a chance
at a real relationship with him.

Or-or anyone.

Are you breaking up with me?

All I know is relationships
are built on trust.

How can I ever trust you, Jim?

Or Dexter.

Whoever the fuck you are.

Maybe we can talk about this
over dinner tonight?

I-I don't want any more time

with Jim right now.

Are you gonna keep my secret?

Oh, God, just go.

Who could've found me out?

Ah. Sup, Big Guy?

A true crime-obsessed podcaster

from out of town?

Could be.

All right.

So, I was thinking,

the best version of the story

is if Kurt had something to do

with Matt's disappearance,
right?

I-I have no idea what
you're talking about right now.

Honestly,
it's just not a good time.

Kurt has no idea that you and I

are working together.

What if I interviewed him?

Caught him in a lie?
It would be huge.

Think Robert Durst's confession
on The Jinx.

But with an Asian lead.
Molly, the last thing

I need right now
is you spooking a suspect

before I've built a case
against him.

Well, yeah. I mean,
I'm gonna be wearing,

like, a wire. He'll never know.

You need to stay away
from Kurt Caldwell.

Do not talk to him.

Do not go near him.

Fine.

Guess I'll just

go back to my shitty hotel room
and not pursue

the biggest story of my life.

Excuse me,
could you spare a few dollars?

Uh, yeah.

Oh, thank you.

Hey.

I'm Kurt. I own this place.

Sorry. I'll move on.
No.

I don't need you to leave.
It's okay.

Just want to make sure
you're all right.

You need anything?

Few bucks
or, uh, some food or anything?

Um, really?
Yeah.

That is so sweet. Thank you.

Sure.
Um, I'm Winnie.

Winnie.

Where's home, Winnie?

Uh, Maine.
Near the Canadian border.

Uh, heading all the way
to San Diego, though.

Got to get out
of this fucking snow.

Yeah, I hear that. Yeah.

So, uh, look, I-I have
to finish up around here,

but, uh,
can I give you a ride somewhere?

Maybe move you
a little further down the road?

Um, yeah.
That'd be great, actually.

Let me just--
Babe!

Oh, there's my boyfriend.
I hope that's cool.

I got us a ride

all the way to Indianapolis,

but we got to leave now.

Thank you for the cash.
Yeah.

You're a good guy.
Okay.

Bye.

Fuck.

Mr. Caldwell.

Harrison. What's up?

Uh, I-I wanted to thank you
for the talk last night.

Yeah.
And, um...

And I decided I wanted the job.

Oh, great.

Uh, your, uh,
your father didn't sign this.

Is he okay with it?

He-he isn't.

And I don't give a shit.

Okay, then.

Is that Lindsay with an A-Y

or Lindsey with an E-Y?

Uh, A-Y.
"Jim Lindsay."

A-Y.

Great. Welcome to the team.

Yeah? Just like that?

Yeah, just like that.

Can you start tomorrow?

Um...

I, um... Actually, there...

I have
a-a big wrestling match then.

Um, it-it's my first one.

Oh, yeah? I didn't know
you were on the wrestling team.

I've been a big supporter

since my son, Matt,
was the captain.

Great. Okay. Well, no problem.

You start the day after.

Hey, and if I can,
I'll try to make the match.

Could she know
the truth about me?

My other family...

Finishing up our Sunshine State

murder extravaganza, and I've
saved the best for last.

The Bay Harbor Butcher.

You know the nickname,
and you know what he did.

Dismembered his victims,

bagged the bloody bits in Heftys
and tossed 'em in the Bay.

Dozens of bodies
strewn across the ocean floor.

Ah, the good old days.

Make no mistake.
This motherfucker

was one of the most brutal,
prolific serial killers

of all time. And get this.

His victims
were usually criminals

who'd gotten away with it.

That's some Batman-level
vigilante shit.

And it's why
Miami Metro Homicide

came to believe the Butcher
was one of their own:

Sergeant James Doakes.

But what if they were wrong?

'Cause here's the thing.
I did some digging on Reddit.

I found a guy who claims

he did Special Ops with Doakes.

He says Doakes
was out of the country

doing classified shit

when some of the BHB killings
took place.

But the powers that be
were more than happy

to close an embarrassing case
down after--

wait for it--

Doakes got blown up
in an Everglades cabin

before he could be arrested!

As one does in Florida.

Well, maybe the police didn't
want to keep investigating

the biggest case
in Miami Metro history,

but I fucking do.

Because if I'm right,

the Bay Harbor Butcher
could still be out there.

Still feeling all butchery.

Still a threat.

I do feel a little butchery.

She could definitely be
Angela's source.

Is she coming for me?

"Trouble's Coming"
by Royal Blood

I let my demons take hold
and choke on me

Can't fill these holes
that I'm digging

Can't stop my heart
when it's sinking

But if I could, then I would

If I could, then I would

If I could...

Hey, yo.

Glad you're okay, bro.
Thanks, man.

See you at the match.

We're gonna kill
those fucking guys.

Fuck Moose Creek!

Harrison. Hey.

Hey.
Been looking for you.

How are you doing?

I'm... I'm good.

Is your dad, like,
totally pissed?

You grounded until college?

Mm, not grounded.

I'm fine.

You're becoming
a bit of a legend around here.

Since you're not grounded,

maybe we can hang tonight?

No Kill List parties this time.

Maybe something a bit mellower?

Like...

studying for the chem quiz?

Yeah. Sounds cool.

Shit.

Uh...

Actually, uh, no,
I-I can't. Um...

My dad's making sure
I go to this therapy thing.

But, uh, another night?

Soon?

For sure.

Cool.

I'm glad you're here.

So,

what would you like
to get out of this session?

Well...

Uh...

It's been a whirlwind
since Harrison arrived.

We've had a few bumps
in the road.

Some trouble at school.

Then his overdose.

Could use some tips on how
to communicate better, I guess.

What do you think, Harrison?

I-I think our problems started
a long time before I got here.

It hasn't exactly been easy
being Jim's son.

What do you mean by that?

Brace yourself.

Well, when I was five, uh,

my stepmom told me
my dad was dead.

So we-we left the country,

just me and my stepmom, Hannah.

And then she died, too.

But for real.

Of cancer.

And then I-I went
into foster care,

which was its own special hell.

And I would lie awake at night

and dream that my dad was alive

and that he-he'd come

take me away from all this shit.

And then, one day,
I found his letter.

The one that he wrote to Hannah

saying that he was alive

and that he'd, like,
abandoned us.

Me.

And wasn't coming back.

So, when I was old enough,
I took off.

Searching for him.

I wanted answers.

I wanted to look him in the eye
and ask him

how he could pretend
like I didn't fucking exist.

There have been bumps
in the road

since I got here?

Maybe that's why.

Maybe that's why
I got high, too.

To forget all this shit
for a while.

Hmm.

How would you respond
to that, Jim?

It was a difficult time.

For everyone.

I wish things
had been different.

Well, thanks for your honesty.

But for this to work,

you're going to have to dig
a little deeper.

The problem is the only people
you're ever honest with,

you end up killing.

Kurt Caldwell.

What the hell are you hiding?

Um...

If you ever want to talk
about anything...

Um, Jim?

Nope.

Actually, Logan?

If you promise not to talk
about Jim or relationships,

I do have something
I'd like to pick your brain on.

Yeah.

Matt Caldwell.

Our past informs our present

and, by extension, our future.

I've always loved that quote
from the movie Magnolia.

Um, "We may be through
with the past,

but the past isn't through
with us."

Yeah, I didn't see that one.
Hmm.

Aren't we supposed to be talking
about my dreams or something?

I was thinking

we could talk a bit
about your past, actually.

Your childhood.

Where to begin, Dex?

The fact that you're talking
to your dead sister right now

in this room?

Or your mother being chopped up
in front of you?

Or your adoptive cop dad

teaching you to be
a serial killer?

You should talk.
They're waiting for you.

It was a typical childhood.

Average.

I was adopted when I was young.

I don't remember much
before that.

You both
share abandonment issues.

A pain like that

shapes a person for years.

Some believe
it can even be passed down.

Inherited trauma.

Tell me
about your adopted family.

Um, my adopted mother died
when I was in high school.

But my dad, Harry, was great.

Uh, so was Deb, my sister.

I went to college. Got a job.

Married Harrison's mom.

That marriage
sort of fell apart,

and I ended up moving around
for a while.

The marriage fell apart?

Uh, m-my mom was killed
by a serial killer.

But...

You don't...

He was so young.

You don't remember
anything about it.

Do you?

No.

Just the, uh,

just the fucked-up shit
I heard online.

How do you feel

about what happened
back then, Jim?

Uh...

It was a long time ago.

I guess I've made my peace.

How are you feeling right now?

Abandoned.

That's understandable.

After everything
you've been through--

Mm, no.

No. I-I mean...

abandoned here.

On this couch.

Okay, if Matt wasn't
in that hotel in New York,

who was?
Don't know.

Kurt had some behemoth
check in under Matt's name.

I'm pretty sure he's got his son
hidden away somewhere.

Look, I know all this shit,
it sounds sketchy.

But I've known Kurt
my whole life.

Doesn't change what he did.
Look, all I'm saying

is when I lost my dad
in that car crash,

Matt and Kurt Caldwell
were there for me.

All the way
through graduating the Academy.

And I can't say that
for everyone in this town.

I know this is hard for you.

But I need you to stay objective

with me here.
Well, I-I don't get it.

Kurt pushed us
to keep the search going.

He did until he didn't.
And that was what day?

Uh, here.

Okay.

And then the next day,
we were going to search by...

Clarke Caves.

And Kurt wanted us to stop
looking 'cause Matt was alive.

Or maybe there's
something out there

he didn't want us to find.
Oh, come on.

Just go with me on this.

What if...

What if Matt's dead

and Kurt's hiding his body
out there?

You think Kurt
killed his own son?

I'm not saying
it was on purpose.

Look, Matt comes home drunk
after being on a bender.

He confesses
to killing the deer.

Wants Daddy to bail him out.
Again.

Things get heated.

So Kurt lied for a reason.

So...

We're going to search
up at Clarke Caves tomorrow.

Okay.

Oh, shit.

Oh, right.

You're coaching
that wrestling match

against Moose Creek
tomorrow night.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Teddy?

How do you feel
about a trip to the Caves?

Sign me up.
No, no, no,

no, no. I-I-I can change
some things around.

It's--
No, no, we got it.

You just make sure your boys
kick Moose Creek's ass.

I'm gonna eat in my room.
Homework.

Come on.

Just eat with me. Let's talk.

If you won't talk
about real shit

in therapy,
why would this be any different?

Shit.

I can't just be

another story on your podcast.

What do you know, Molly Park?

Hey. You want to grab a drink?

So, thanks for coming.

Since you've known Angela longer
than I have,

I thought maybe
you could give me some tips

on how to patch things up
with her.

You came to the right guy.

Okay.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. You have

no idea how many books I've read
about this. Okay, okay.

Number one.

As much as you may want to,

don't go jump
into some rebound relationship.

It just makes things awkward

when you're trying
to get back together.

I've been there.

No rebound. Check.
Then

you and Angela have to have
what I call

a trust chat.

A trust chat?
Yeah.

Obviously, you've broken
her trust in some way.

So schedule a time

and talk
about what it means to...

to trust each other. Hmm?

Hmm?
Yeah, this is good.

This is good.

Molly is lucky to be dating you.

Yeah. Yeah.

Turns out, um,

I had to use the breakup
playlist with her, too.

No! What happened?

I don't know, Jim.
I-I thought we had a connection.

Well, if she's not here for you,
then why is she sticking around?

I mean,
with Matt being alive and all?

Is she planning
on some new story or something?

Oh, that's a good question.

Molly and Angela
have been meeting in secret,

working on something.

Angela hasn't told you?

I'm doomed.

Harrison?

You know my mom's a cop, right?

You know how to use nunchucks?

Mom showed me
a lot of Bruce Lee movies

when I was little.

What are you doing here?

Uh, couldn't sleep.

Can't get out of my head.

I thought maybe, um...

you'd want to, I don't know...

talk?

Come here.

What's up?

Um...

I-I went to a therapist
with my dad today.

It all seemed so useless.

I'm just so angry.

Like, like, all the time.

I can't shake it.

A lot of bad shit
has happened to you.

If my dad dumped me
like my bio mom did

so he could just do
his own thing?

I'd be a fucking rage machine.

I don't know. I...

I think about...

...hurting people.

Like with Ethan.

I mean, that was different.

You had to.

And you saved us.

Yeah, well,
th-that wasn't my first time.

Hurting someone.

On-on my way up here
from Florida,

some asshole tried to touch me

while I was asleep
at a bus station.

Someone molests me, they
get chucks upside their head.

You were protecting yourself.

Totally normal.

I don't know. I...

I think about hurting...

...everyone.

All the time.

I get it.

Even though I was a baby
when my bio mom left us,

it still screwed with my head.

I mean,
if your own mother ditches you,

that kind of rejection
is hard to shake.

It's so hard not to feel mad
at the world all the time.

It was just me and my dad
for a while.

Then Dad met Angela. Thank God.

They married,
and she adopted me.

Thank God.

I finally had a real mom.

But then when Dad died...

...that's when the major anger
set in.

I mean, what the fuck?

Right?

Right.

Mom-Angela--

brought me here to Iron Lake.

This amazing and beautiful place

where she had family.

And I thought I'd found
my community, you know?

The Seneca Nation.

But because my bio mom was white

and only my dad
had Seneca ancestry,

it feels
like I don't belong anywhere.

Always outside looking in.

That's the type of thing
that fucks you up.

We're outsiders, you and me.

But it doesn't have
to destroy us.

Honey?

I've got to take off early
today. I...

Uh, hi, Mrs. Bishop.

That's Chief Bishop.
Get dressed and go to my car.

Your son was in my daughter's
bed this morning.

Wait.

What?

Handle this.

Harrison, you cannot just sneak
out in the middle of the night.

And you certainly can't--
Did you even know I was gone?

So, you had no idea.

Zero.

You think I stand over your bed
and watch over you all night?

My teenage son?
Is that what you want?

I got to get ready for school.

What should I do?

If you don't know,
then I certainly don't.

We can only hope
that they used protection.

'Cause there's one thing
I guaran-fucking-do-know

and that is that you are
not ready to be a grandfather.

At least I don't have to

have the sex talk with him.

God, that would've been awful.

There's not much you can say
to him right now, right?

So let things calm down.

You know?
Just give him some space.

Feed him some breakfast.

And then take care
of this Molly situation.

I can't let Molly
take all this away.

Serial killer podcaster

in deep conversation
with the man whose son I killed?

Perfect.

-Right.
-And she...

Hey, Jim.

Oh, hey, Kurt.

What kind of trouble
are you two brewing?

Oh, we're just shooting
the shit.

It's not every day
you get to yak it up

with a for-real radio star.

Ah, no, podcast star.

Radio's dead.
Hey, Jim.

Usual?
You know what?

I just found out that
too much tuna is bad for ya.

I'll take a pastrami on rye.

You want fries with that?
Yeah.

Let's live dangerously.

Something for nothing

And you want a love
that's real

Great. See you there.

Deal.

We both got to give

Yeah

And we've got the same kind
of thing goin' on

We've got the same kind
of thing goin' on

So, this-this podcasting thing--

that's what brought you
to our little town, is it?

No.

Oh?
It was your son.

His going missing.

You know, my instincts told me

that something more was going on
than just a dead deer.

Well, you must've been
pretty disappointed

when he ended up alive and well
in New York then.

Yeah, Molly. Why did you stay?

About that...

You know, I went to...

What was the place called?
The Gramercy Suites.

To interview Matt.

He wasn't there.

You know, this despite the fact
that you said

you had FaceTimed with him?

So it isn't

the Bay Harbor Butcher.
It's still Matt.

But the last thing I need is
for her to devote a podcast

to "Where in the World
is Matt Caldwell?"

Okay. You caught me.

Matt was never in New York City.

And I lied
about FaceTiming with him.

But the truth is...

my fuck-up of a son

showed up at my lodge drunk

and a real mess.

This,
after all these good people

had been out looking for him
for...

a week in the cold.

So why the lie?

Yeah, Kurt. Why the lie?

Well, I didn't want
the tribe coming after him

for shooting
some stupid white deer.

And half the people pissed off

that they went looking for him
to begin with. I mean,

I-Look,
maybe it was a bad decision.

I don't know.

So where is he now?

He's hiding out.

At my cabin.

Okay, that's impossible.

Been in the family
for four generations.

Kind of off-the-grid.
Nobody really knows about it.

Look, uh...

how 'bout if I make you a deal?

I fucking love making deals.

So, what if
I take you out to the cabin

and you can ask Matt
whatever you want to ask him?

I mean, the only thing is
you can't tell anybody

where you're going,
where Matt's hiding.

Especially not the local PD.

At least not until his side
of the story is out.

What do you say?

Yes and yes. Mister...
Yeah?

...you got yourself a deal.
I'm gonna grab my things.

I'll see you outside.
Attagirl. Good.

What the hell is Kurt doing?

No electric wires coming in.

Generator.

Propane tank for power.

This place is as off-the-grid
as they come.

This is serial killer 101.

Lure potential victim out
to the sticks.

Make sure they don't tell anyone
where they went.

My instincts
aren't what they used to be.

Too many
fucking tuna sandwiches.

Hang on one second. Sorry.

It's not like it'd be my fault

if Molly were to disappear.

It'd almost be poetic.

There we are. Okay.

Yeah.
Okay, he's right down here.

He's just in here.

Hey, Matt?

You decent?

Somebody here wants
to talk to you.

Matt?

He must have his headphones in
or something.

Uh...

Hey, Matt!

It's-it's Molly Park,

from the Merry Fucking Kill
podcast.

Wait, what? That's-that's
the name of your pod show?

Yeah. I-It's a play
on the Marry, Fuck, Kill game.

Oh.

Oh, yeah. I get it.

Jesus Christ!

Is everything okay down here?

Uh...

Hey, Kurt.

I was just driving by.

I saw some people prowling
around the cabin.

Just wanted to make sure
it wasn't a bunch

of high school kids breaking in
to party or something.

That's awful nice of you, Jimbo.

What brings you out
in my neck of the woods, though?

Just driving.

Blowing off steam.

Kid's making me crazy.

What are you two doing
down here?

Well, this is my cabin.
I was just showing it to Molly.

Oh.
Matter of fact, we were

just heading out, weren't we?
Uh, no.

No. Matt's hiding out in here.

Kurt said
that I can interview him.

Matt's in there?

I'd love to say hi.
Look,

let me see if, uh...

Matt!

Matt, open up!

Dumb kid must've left.

Yeah.

Well, we might as well
take off as well.

Come on.
Ah, you came all this way.

Might as well check.

Wow.

This place is a beaut.

The door locks from the outside.

A camera.

He likes to watch.

Could Kurt be the killer
Angela's been looking for?

You know, Harrison would
really love a place like this.

Place of his own.

How long did it take you
to put this room in?

Oh.

I don't really remember.

Bathroom?

What is it about serial killers
and bathtubs?

Jacuzzi.

Nice.

No, you're right. No Matt.

Yeah, sorry about that, Molly.

Dumb kid just must've left.

You know, he's a fucking mess.

So, uh... Well, thanks a lot

for looking out the way you did.

Hope to return the favor
sometime.

Ah, that's the great thing
about Iron Lake.

Hey, you want me to give you
a ride back?

Seeing how Kurt's already home
and all.

Yes. Please.

Want me to close this?

No. It's okay.

'Kay.

Jimbo, Molly?

This thing about Matt stays
between the three of us, okay?

You betcha.

Well, it certainly is remote.

Not a lot of winter spelunking.

It's the perfect place
to hide a body.

You all right?
Oh, yeah. That whole

"finding a body" thing?

If we do,

it'll be my first one.

Doesn't matter if it's
your first or your tenth.

Never gets easy.

You go that way.
Okay.

Back there, before you arrived,

you know, that whole shit show
in the basement of a...

lonely, off-the-grid cabin
in the woods,

really started to feel
like that I was gonna be

an episode in my own podcast.

You have no idea.

Anyway, I'm really glad
you showed up when you did.

What do you think
is up with Matt?

I don't know.

Weird is what it is.

Fucking weird.

Listen, I know this is a...

shitty thing to ask, but...

Angela,

she told me to stay out of
the whole Kurt/Matt situation.

Mum's the word.
Thank you.

Right.

And, for the record, I hope you
and Angela work your shit out.

Me, too.

It looks like I'm the good guy
to Molly.

And Kurt is
definitely the serial killer

Angela has been looking for.

It's never good
to kill the family member

of a serial killer.

Harrison's wrestling match.

Shit.

Teddy.

Strange, right?

It looks man-made.

You think
that's hiding something?

What did you say
about winter spelunking?

Jim!

Best seats in the house.

And unlike the rest
of the bleachers,

a backrest.

Ah.

How's Dr. Morris working out?

Uh, Harrison's
not completely fixed yet.

Harrison's a great kid.

He'll get there.

Give me your rope.
Yeah.

Just in case.

You okay, Chief?!

Fucking rat.

There's another cave! It's big.

I'm gonna look around.

I might have something!

Teddy, get in here now!

How you doing? Good to see you.

What do you know, Coach?

Got a good team, huh?

Yeah. Great team.
Yeah.

Look, son, um,

Jeremy made it to the semifinals

at the state championships
last year.

That was last year.

This is this year.

You got this, kid.

Honestly,

just getting through the match
is a win in my book. Okay?

Okay.
Yeah?

All right. Come on.

Huddle up! Let's go,
let's go, let's go!

Let's go, guys!

Encouraging teenagers

to commit acts of violence
on one another.

Normal people are so strange.

I'm gonna rip
your fucking head off.

Don't let him push you around!

Yeah! That's it!

Yeah!

Two, green!

All right, set.

Hold. You're on top.

Come on, Harrison.

Hey!

That's headbutting!
Come on, Ref!

That's illegal!
It's just wrestling, Ref!

Come on, Coach!

No parents on the floor.

Why's Kurt down there?

Kurt's been
a sports booster forever.

Practically the assistant coach.

He gets a pass.

You okay?

Don't be scared.

I'm not.

I'm pissed.

Use that anger.

Unleash it on that asshole.

Well, that's not Matt.

That's not even male.

You know her?

It's Iris.

Come on, Harrison.

Stay focused! Yeah!

Get down! Get down!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Yeah! That's it! That's it!

Yeah!

Come on. Stay with him!
Stay with him!

Yeah!

Oh!

My son's dark side
makes a very public appearance.

Again.

Break it up!
Break it up! Break it up!

Break it up! Enough!

Stop. Enough.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I am so proud of you.

You did good.

So proud.

Give it a fucking rest.

What, you want to go?
Is that it?

Hey! Can somebody around here
act like a fucking adult?

What is wrong with you?

Jim, the two of you need
to go now.

Iron Lake!

Bench!

Hey, fucker.

You better watch out.

Son, it's okay.

What is your problem with Kurt,
Dad?

I don't like him.

Why? He's a good guy.

He-he cares about me.
He doesn't accuse me

of being a fucking psycho.

Just answer it!

If he cares about you so much,

what did he say to you
before you broke that kid's arm?

Nothing.
H-He said, "J-Just go get him."

It's called coaching.

He told you to hurt him. Right?

It's Angela. I have to take it.

Oh, great.

It's Jim. You okay?

I don't need Jim.

I need Dexter Morgan.