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Previously on New Blood...

Harrison! Harrison!

intriguing, dramatic music

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

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.

-[Dexter] Why is Kurt Caldwell

suddenly so interested

-in my son?

ominous, dramatic music

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.

tense, dramatic music

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.

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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.

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.

[Dexter] Could she know the truth about me?

My other family...

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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.

[Molly] 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

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.

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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?

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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?

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

-[Kurt] 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.

[Kurt] 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?

-[Dexter] 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?

[Kurt] 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.

[Kurt] 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.

[Kurt] 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?

low, somber music

No electric wires coming in.

Generator.

Propane tank for power.

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

low, ominous music

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.

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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.

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-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!

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.

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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!

[Dexter] 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.

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