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Previously on Dexter...

- Clear! We have a heartbeat. - [beeping]

- [Dexter] I'll take it. - [Abrams] Welcome back

to the land of the living, Mr. Morgan.

- Where's my son? - Your son left town weeks ago.

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.

[Lance] Yo, yo, yo.

Want a ride, big guy?

I wish I could. Those Ryan's wheels?

Yep. He got a honey on his arm

- and he's looking for you. - Harrison.

- [Shauna] Ooh. - Is she okay?

We just met at the bar.

She and I are gonna have some fun.

- [Shauna] Help. - Are you okay?

[grunting]

There's plenty more where she came from.

[yells]

Down in New York City, a man's chopped-up body was found.

They found the body parts cut up into nine pieces.

Nine pieces?

The city's only four hours away.

It's the perfect place to disappear.

[Oliva] Officers Wallace and Oliva. Homicide.

[Charley] Fucking psycho.

- Invitation delivered. - Dexter.

[Dexter] Please let this be another hallucination.

María told me that you were the Bay Harbor Butcher.

Crazy, huh?

[water running]

He's still in the shower.

It's been 45 minutes.

[Angel] Fuck.

♪ low, tense music ♪

[Dexter] My son.

I could cry.

♪ "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath playing ♪

♪ Generals gathered in their masses ♪

♪ Just like witches... ♪

Here for me?

Not unless you're Jessica.

♪ Evil minds that plot... ♪

I think that's us.

You here for Liz?

♪ Sorcerer of death's construction... ♪

Hey. You Jack?

Yeah, that's me.

♪ Yeah ♪

Hello, sir.

♪

["War Pigs" by Black Sabbath playing]

There's a bottle of water in the pocket.

Thank you.

What kind of music do you like?

Uh...

just something soothing, I think.

- ♪ Pol-- ♪ - [soothing music playing]

Stanley, where you from?

I'm from Haiti.

But I've been living here for many years.

I was born here.

Lived in New York my whole life.

Lucky you, mister.

So how was the concert?

Don't know. I wasn't there.

I don't like that kind of place.

Filled with assholes.

[chuckles]

Surely they're not all bad.

Oh, yeah, they are.

You don't remember how it used to be,

before it all went to shit.

[phone chiming]

♪ low, tense music ♪

Uh-oh. You're not Jack.

[groaning]

Turn right up here.

We're gonna take the Manhattan Bridge, okay?

[Stanley groans, coughs]

Are... [panting]

are you... are you--

- Going to kill you? - [groaning]

[grunting]

Well, who knows?

Let's just say...

- [panting] - ...it all depends.

[grunts]

♪

- Tell me, Stanley. - [groans]

[shuddering]

Who is going to miss you when you're gone?

Hmm?

- [grunting] - Is it them?

- Is it them?! - Mm. [groans]

Yes. [crying]

- My children. - Your children.

My children are gonna miss-miss me.

- [sniffles] - What are their names?

[cries]

B-B-Bethany and Daniel.

- Oh. - [panting]

How old?

[breathing rapidly]

Huh?

B-B-Bethany is... is five

- and Daniel is nine. - Mm-hmm.

Are they good kids?

Yes, th-th-they're good kids.

- [quietly] They're good kids. - I was a good kid, too.

Me and my brother.

Didn't help us any.

- [panting] - We still lost everything

because of you fucks.

[groaning]

- [chain tightens] - [panting, coughing]

What do you think that feels like?

[crying softly]

To lose everything?

- Hmm? - I don't--

Turn. Turn.

[whimpering]

I...

I-I-I don't know.

But, please, please don't--

- I don't know. - Well,

you're about to find out.

- [door opens] - [lights buzzing]

[engine revving]

- [paint spraying] - [train approaching]

♪ low, tense music ♪

Yo, yo, yo, guys.

Come-come check this out.

[sirens wailing]

[Harry] What are you waiting for?

Go talk to him.

Make sure he's okay.

[Dexter] I can see he's okay.

- Dex. - He's been going through a lot.

I'm sure the last thing he wants

is another of his dead bodies showing up.

[sighs]

You're worried he's gonna reject you.

You need to set your own feelings aside on this.

He needs your help.

I'm giving him what he needs--

someone checking up on him,

covering up any mistakes he might've made.

It would be stupid just to walk in on him

without knowing what the situation is.

- You're not listening. - I'm being smart.

Practical.

That's how I can help him.

♪ low, tense music ♪

[footsteps approaching]

Oh. Sorry. I was just looking for some toilet paper.

Mm, yeah.

♪ "The Saint of Lost Causes" by Justin Townes Earle playing ♪

Thank you.

♪ I'm a bad dream ♪

♪ I'm not a nightmare, I'm too pretty for that... ♪

[Dexter] It's a lot tougher finding a crime scene

as a civilian.

♪ Last thing you want to see coming ♪

♪ I'm the reason they say, "Watch your back..." ♪

Especially in a 16-floor hotel.

♪ I was like a wounded hound ♪

♪ Backed into a chain-link fence ♪

♪ The world at large was just a big, mean kid ♪

♪ Poking me through the fence with a stick... ♪

I used to chase deer for fun.

Being in a coma's not exactly good for one's cardio.

♪ Therein lies one of life's biggest lessons ♪

♪ Ain't got nothing to do with dessert... ♪

Still feels odd to be on the wrong side of crime scene tape.

♪ Lost causes ♪

♪ It's a cruel world ♪

[beeping]

♪ It ain't hard to understand ♪

♪ You got your sheep ♪

♪ Got your shepherds ♪

♪ Got your wolves amongst men ♪

What exactly are you looking for?

Blood.

And anything that doesn't seem right.

But mostly... [sighs]

blood.

♪

What?

Nothing. That's just it.

I'm seeing nothing.

If Harrison did a kill here, he cleaned up well.

Still no blood.

That's interesting.

Shower curtain's been around a while,

but the plastic curtain liner is new.

[Harry] Okay.

I'm thinking he used the plastic liner

to wrap the body.

And then replaced it with a new one.

[whispers] He may be following in my footsteps.

I'm not sure that's something to be happy about.

[elevator dings]

[Claudette] We'll require

your assistance for the next few hours.

[Stefan] You were here all day.

[Claudette] I am aware.

[Stefan] Do you know, there was another rideshare driver

killed yesterday.

Perhaps you could look into that.

That is not my case.

[Stefan] I haven't got time for this.

I've got a big gala coming up.

[Claudette] I am well aware.

[Stefan] Had to close off this whole floor to guests.

No one wants to be reminded of a murder.

Murder is all I think about.

[Oliva] We got new findings from our medical examiner

we need to follow up on.

We'll be out of here as fast as we can.

Just let her do her thing.

Porcelain dust in the vic's hair.

Like from a lamp.

It was a flat object.

More like a toilet tank lid.

Notice how the bowl is an English bisque color,

whereas the lid is alabaster.

It may have been used as the murder weapon,

then subsequently replaced.

[Dexter] Just what Harrison needs,

a good cop.

[Oliva] And you already noted that the shower liner

- had been replaced. - It may have been used

- to carry the body away. - Right.

And we found enough Rohypnol in the victim's luggage

to put down an elephant.

How's it all fit together?

Maybe a date rape situation that went sideways.

That may be a component.

But date rape victims do not typically murder

their attackers, cut their bodies into nine pieces,

and place them in garbage bags.

No, they do not.

[Claudette] On the other hand,

the medical examiner said our victim was hit repeatedly

over the head, past the point of death.

Ergo, there is a "crime of passion" element to this.

Doesn't sound like he's following in your footsteps.

We luminoled this room and found no bodily fluids at all.

Typical cleansing bleaches,

such as those utilized by this hotel, would not hide blood.

[Dexter] Only oxygen bleach

- would do that. - Only oxygen bleach

would do that.

Which suggests

that an individual with some knowledge in forensics

cleaned this room in an attempt to hide all evidence.

[Dexter] Smart boy.

I want to luminol all the bathrooms on this floor

to prove that, except for this one,

every bathroom shows signs of bodily fluids.

[Stefan scoffing] Your only evidence

is that the Empire is too clean?

Ha.

Good luck getting a warrant for that.

We will be coming back.

This room remains under active investigation, yes?

♪ cool, percussive music ♪

♪ low, gentle music ♪

[siren wailing in distance]

♪

[rat squeaking]

[door closes]

[lights buzzing]

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

Give me a hand!

♪

[breathing shakily]

[faint crying in distance]

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

- Hey. - Hey.

Uh, I have a test tonight,

which means I could be a little later than usual.

Um, and you,

young man, better be asleep by the time I get home.

Harrison says rules are meant to be broken.

[Elsa] Oh. [chuckles] Does he, now?

Well, uh, not my rules, right, Harrison?

- Definitely not. - Uh-huh. That's good to hear.

So, there's dinner on the stove.

- Sopa de lentejas. - Deliciosa.

And if he has any problems wheezing or breathing

or anything, just-- you know how to use the nebulizer.

Is that getting better?

No. If anything, it's getting worse.

So just keep an eye on it.

Yeah. I got it.

All right. I'm out of here.

When you head back to the hotel, I have Room 1210 for you.

- Thanks. - Okay.

Buddy.

All right, buddy. It's time to read.

[door closes]

Did you bring Ninja Turtles?

Let's see.

[exhales sharply]

Boom.

[chuckles] Open it up.

If Harrison killed a rapist,

it's possible he's developing his own code.

[Harry] Yeah.

But bashing a guy in the head over and over

even after he's dead shouldn't fit anyone's code.

I made mistakes when I was his age.

Got caught up in the moment and didn't always think ahead.

And who helped you gain control, learn from your mistakes?

That was always you.

Yes. Your father.

And Harrison needs that same guidance from his father.

He doesn't just think I'm dead.

He thinks he killed me.

Having me show up out of the blue

could seriously fuck up his head.

I don't know, Dex.

He's figuring this out on his own, and he's doing a good job.

The fact that the police are investigating this shows

he's made at least one mistake.

And that's why I'm here-- to protect Harrison.

Cameras at the elevators.

Not really an issue for me.

It would be impossible for Harrison to sneak the body out

of this hotel without first cutting it up.

Where could he have done that?

♪ low, somber music ♪

- [soft chatter] - [clanking]

[Dexter] Stainless steel counters.

Lots of plastic.

A limitless supply of garbage bags.

And razor-sharp knives.

This would work.

♪

♪ Life's a ball ♪

♪ Could it be all because of you...? ♪

[soft chatter]

Excuse me. What time does the kitchen close?

In another 30 minutes, sir.

Can I order a cheeseburger?

Absolutely.

Actually, make that two.

♪ That love was always stranded ♪

[sighs]

♪ I ♪

♪ Can't go... ♪

[train horn blows]

[Angel] So I'm at a loss here.

How is it that Dexter just disappeared?

Dexter?

Dexter Morgan.

You knew him as Jim Lindsay.

Yes, of course.

He left.

I don't know that he technically disappeared.

Not in, like, a magical sort of way, I mean.

You see,

Dexter-- Jim-- was a very good friend of mine.

And I'm concerned about him.

The doc said he should've stayed in the clinic

for at least another couple of weeks.

So I'm worried that maybe his head is not exactly right.

He's been through an awful lot.

What can you tell me to help me find him?

What was he like here?

Everyone liked Jim.

A nice man.

I don't know too many personal details about him.

He liked tuna.

- Tuna? - Yes.

Tuna melts, to be precise.

Doesn't it seem odd to you that he left in such a hurry?

He was free to go.

- I sure feel bad for him. - Why?

Oh.

He and Angela breaking up the way they did.

And then Angela shooting him

and his nearly dying out there in the snow.

Wherever he is...

...he must be miserable.

[piano playing]

Mmm.

Hey. Could I get some more of those sour pickles?

Do you know where he might've gone?

Did he travel much while he was here?

People move to Iron Lake 'cause they like the peace and quiet.

How did he leave here?

He have a car?

He had a pickup truck.

Can you set it up that you get notified

if the truck shows up anywhere?

If it gets a ticket? It's sold?

You know, keep me informed.

I can do that. Sure.

[chuckles softly]

[stammers] Ah.

There's not much more I can do here.

I guess I'll fly home tomorrow.

Be happy to give you a ride to the airport.

We can stop here first for pancakes.

♪ Patiently waiting ♪

♪ For me to catch your eye ♪

♪ And bring you home ♪

♪ Somewhere in here is a heart, tear it... ♪

♪ low, tense music ♪

[Dexter] The perfect kill room.

Cleaned every night.

But was it cleaned to hide all traces

of a human body having been butchered here?

If Harrison chopped up the body here,

he did a good job of cleaning up.

♪

But nobody's perfect.

Blood. Not animal blood.

All animals are exsanguinated when they're killed.

That red liquid that spills out

of a juicy red steak isn't blood.

It's myoglobin.

[mutters]

And as the good detective

- pointed out... - [grunts]

...standard cleansing bleach won't hide blood from luminol.

♪ tense, percussive music ♪

♪ low, tense music ♪

Dad!

[crying] No.

No. I'm so sorry.

It didn't have to be this way!

[gasps]

[grunts]

[sighs]

♪ low, somber music ♪

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

It's party time!

Look at you, all amped up.

Usually I got to practically break your arm

to get you to go out.

[sighs] Yeah.

I guess I just felt like having a little fun.

Ooh. And what is your car of choice, good sir?

Porsche, Mercedes, Lambo,

- GT-- - Surprise me.

Say less.

[exhales, sniffles]

Yo, Harrison! Come on!

♪ low, tense music ♪

Come on, bro.

Let's get fucked-up.

- Let's get fucked-up. - Exactly.

- Let's get fucked-up. - [chuckles]

Hey!

Hey, that's my truck.

Read the sign.

[Dexter] From the tiniest drop of blood,

I can determine how a man was killed.

But I can't make any sense of this.

Look, I know you went to a lot of trouble

to hook this up, but--

Not interested. This is going to the impound lot in Brooklyn.

Can I ride with you?

You really can't read, can you?

Take a UrCar.

[door closes]

[engine starts]

[scoffs]

♪ low, somber music ♪

Can you tell me your name, please?

Uh, Dexter.

Thank you.

[door unlocks]

[grunts]

[sighs, sniffs]

[grunts, inhales deeply]

[sighs]

It's late.

You been out partying?

Uh...

Sort of.

And now we are going to an impound lot.

[scoffs] They towed your car?

Yeah.

Sorry to hear that.

Not your fault. I didn't read the signs.

So unlike me.

You're new here?

Yeah. First time.

Just a visit or...

something more permanent?

Uh, I'm not sure.

Change is good. Yeah?

This is the greatest city in the world.

Do you have family here?

Yeah, I have a son.

But we have a complicated relationship.

Unless abandoning him,

leading him to believe you're dead,

and wrapping it all up by having him shoot you in the chest

is normal where you come from.

I've been here over 30 years.

Came with my mother when I was 13, from Sierra Leone.

And now, I have a wife and a daughter.

When's the last time you saw your son?

It was a little while ago.

- He looked good. - Ah, nice.

Sorry I was a bit cautious when I picked you up.

As you may know, we have a serial killer

who's taking out rideshare drivers.

- No, I didn't. - It's been all over the news.

Ah, but, of course, you just got here, huh?

He's killed seven people so far.

They call him the Dark Passenger.

- The what? - The Dark Passenger.

[Dexter] It never occurred to me to trademark my alter ego.

[Blessing] A scary name for a scary man.

He's killed seven people, you said?

He saws off their heads. Yeah.

Seems like the police don't have a clue.

Even so, I'd never leave New York. Mm-mm.

After all,

many of us don't get murdered, you know?

[chuckles] Yeah, I guess not.

♪ "The Money" by Key Man playing ♪

- ♪ I'm the hustler of the year ♪ - ♪ Turn up, turn up ♪

♪ Don't cross me frontin' ever... ♪

[engine revving]

- [inhales] - [chuckles]

- There you go. - Whoo!

- Yo! Shit. - My man!

Fuck yeah, bro. Now it's a fucking party.

♪ Every time I hit it like a date night ♪

♪ Eat it all up like a steak, right? ♪

♪ Hold up, hold up, I get it nonstop ♪

♪ Try to stop that, and the 40 go pop ♪

♪ Watch for the goons, they're flooding your block ♪

♪ Bang on your head and you know we gonna rock... ♪

[engine revving]

[brakes screech]

♪ intense, sinister music ♪

A lot of drivers are taking a break.

It's too dangerous out here.

- Huh. - Sure.

I have a friend who was nearly killed by the Dark Passenger.

God was kind to him, though, and he got away.

Lost part of his ear, though.

He saw the Dark Passenger?

Dude got into his car and tried to kill him.

Can you imagine?

Looking into the eyes of a serial killer?

[sighs] Spooky.

Exactly.

How would I go about becoming a UrCar driver?

I mean, I need a job, and I can't be too choosy right now.

[scoffs] I'll send you a link.

- Has all the information. - Thanks.

I'm also sending you my home address.

I'm having a party tomorrow. You should come.

Make some friends.

Oh, that's nice of you, but I don't know if I can make it.

Family stuff.

- That's you? [laughs] - Yeah.

[laughing] You can't drive in that, my friend.

It's disturbing.

You've got to get yourself a normal car.

Yeah. Uh, great. I've been meaning to do that.

- Normal. - Good.

[laughs]

Well, if you find yourself free tomorrow, you know, stop by.

My name's Blessing Kamara. And you are?

Dexter Morgan. And thank you.

I will.

[scoffs] Hey. Welcome to New York, huh?

[grunts rhythmically]

- Hey. - [both laugh]

[Blessing laughs]

[Harry] So now, you suddenly want to be a UrCar driver?

Got to make a living somehow.

You want to go after that serial killer.

He stole my name.

You're in New York City to make sure your son is okay.

It's called multitasking.

[ATM beeps]

What the...?

No luck, huh?

[gasps] Charley.

[chuckles nervously] My-my goodness, what a...

what a nice surprise.

Walk with me.

Uh, I'd love to, but I've got--

It's not a request.

♪ tense music ♪

So, uh... what brings you out to Michigan?

- Money. - Wow, that's great.

Uh, no idea what's going on with the ATM back there,

but I am so happy to hear the big man agreed to my little ask.

Work's been slow these days,

so extra hundred grand's really gonna help me out.

[Charley] You're not getting it.

Say what?

The rules were explained very clearly.

No requests, no demands, or you're out, Keith.

Or do you prefer to be called the Canton Clubber?

Either way, you are out.

We closed your account. Never contact us again.

Please. I need this-this situation.

The extra money, it's-it's, um, something I really count on.

- Nope. - T-Tell him,

tell him I got some really great souvenirs I can bring him.

It'll be worth it to him.

You mean like this?

♪ ominous music ♪

But how... How did you...?

- Where did you-- - You know where.

Up in your attic, behind the Christmas decorations.

You went into my house? That's--

This is what you're going to do.

You're gonna disappear from our lives.

Never contact us again. That way, you can keep

what has already been so generously given to you.

What happens... what happens if I go to the police? The FBI?

Tell 'em what your boss does.

And that you're a serial killer?

Good luck with that.

Fuck.

Uh, let me, let me talk to him.

Give me five minutes of his time.

[yells]

♪ tense music ♪

[Dexter] Where's his father?

Nothing new on Harrison's killing.

No suspects. That's good.

And what about our local serial killer?

This is a very big city,

but there's still only room for one Dark Passenger.

- [phone rings] - Dexter!

How are you this morning?

I'm good.

Uh, I was wondering, is your friend

who met the Dark Passenger going to be at your party?

Yes, of course. He needs our love and support.

Do you think it'd be okay if I asked him a few questions?

Just for my personal safety,

and that of my riders, of course.

Yes, certainly. Huh? Does that mean you're coming?

Yeah, I'll be there.

Don't forget your appetite.

Never leave home without it.

♪ pensive music ♪

[groans]

[inhales, groans]

[glove compartment opens]

Fuck.

♪ ominous music ♪

[Dexter] I want what every father wants,

for his child to be happy.

♪ somber music ♪

[scoffs]

Fucking Jim Lindsay.

Yo, Lance. You want to buy a truck?

Is this everything?

[Stefan] Yes. This is all the footage

security found on Ryan Foster.

We luminoled every bathroom on that floor.

Even though they'd all been cleaned by housekeeping staff,

they still lit up like Christmas trees.

What fluids were found?

Uh, some had small amounts of blood.

- And? - Pretty much what you'd expect.

Tell me.

[sighs] Uh, testing suggests urine,

some fecal matter,

the occasional trace of semen.

And?

What other bodily fluids are there?

Saliva, breast milk, pus, vomit, sweat, bile,

lymph, earwax, mucus, phlegm,

vaginal lubrication,

synovial fluid from the joints, cerebrospinal fluid,

and of course, extravascular fluid.

We didn't specifically check for any of those.

The abundance of fluids found in these rooms is normal,

but vastly different from the room

where the murder took place,

which showed no bodily fluids at all,

and that is far from normal.

- Still no reason-- - This proves that someone took

extra care to clean something in that bathroom,

and that something is almost certainly blood.

Why do you have so many blind spots in your cameras?

You don't have any in the hallways.

[Stefan] Well, our guests deserve

a certain amount of privacy.

We only place cameras in public spaces-- the lobby,

uh, public elevators,

the bar, the restaurant.

♪ quirky, suspenseful music ♪

Who is this person? Make it bigger.

I believe she was here for the medical conference.

♪

- How many drinks was that? - Only one.

Guess that's where the Rohypnol comes in.

We need to speak to this woman. What is her name?

[Stefan] Well, I'd have to check.

Check.

♪ Happiness is, is so sweet... ♪

[lively chatter]

Mmm. Wow, this is good.

There is plenty more. [laughs]

I see you've met my mother, Prudence.

And even better, you've met her food.

Yeah, we've become very good friends. Her food, I mean.

- [Prudence laughs] - She worked very hard

her whole life,

earned enough money to buy our house.

That's great.

And this is my beautiful wife, Constance.

Say hello to Dexter Morgan.

- Welcome to our home. - Thank you.

Come, come, come, come.

And this is my very headstrong daughter

- Joy, and her fiancé Sam. - Oh. By "headstrong"

he means I don't do every little thing he says.

You see what I mean?

Yeah, I've learned to stay out of this.

[Blessing] Very smart man.

It's nice to meet you all.

[Blessing] Dexter has just moved here.

Nice. Where are you living?

- A motel right now, but-- - Ah, Chike is here.

Dexter, come.

This is my old friend Chike.

And my new friend Dexter.

- Hi. - [chuckles] Hi.

He's the man I was telling you about.

You met the Dark Passenger?

I'm afraid so.

I-I just have this little reminder.

Were the police any help?

I didn't report it.

My visa has expired, so...

[Dexter] So the imposter is all mine.

Dexter is thinking about becoming a UrCar driver.

He thought you might have some tips on staying alive.

Ah, I'm not sure what I can do to help.

[chuckles] What did he look like?

It was a white man.

About your age.

Your size. Your hair color.

[Dexter] So I'm looking for a white man who looks like me.

Thanks, Chike.

If you were a serial killer who wore a hoodie, it could be you.

- [laughing] - I don't wear a hoodie.

I... Can I show you the video?

- Video? - [Chike] Uh, uh, yes.

My dash cam recorded it all.

Here. Here.

He gets into the car and slides behind me.

He put something very sharp around my neck.

- He has no face. - It's a camera-shy hoodie.

A camera what?

The hood has infrared lights aimed at the man's face.

Our eyes don't see them, but if you point a camera at it,

it washes everything out.

[Chike] He tells me where to go, and then starts asking me

who will miss me when I'm gone.

He was torturing you.

And this is where I get away.

The light is green,

but I slam on the brakes, at the same time

I pull the release on my seat

to loosen the chain on my neck.

I slide under very fast,

but he still cuts my ear.

There are people around wondering why I stopped.

Cars honking.

He gets nervous, grabs his backpack, and runs away.

You were very smart and very brave.

I just didn't want to die.

We put out more food.

Come, eat.

[phone whooshes]

[Blessing] You must eat, too, Mama.

Remember what the doctor said.

You don't worry about me.

You shouldn't be staying in a motel.

It's a waste of money.

I haven't had time to find anything more permanent.

I have a solution.

Joy has moved out and we have a vacant apartment.

Ah, come on.

We can offer him a very fair price.

- Really? - It's what friends do, huh?

That's very generous.

Friends also collect first and last month's rent

and security deposit.

Of course.

- I got a new car. - [chuckles]

It's normal, I think.

Well, that's nice.

- You learn very quickly. - [chuckles]

[Dexter] It's one knife wrap short of a kill room.

[Blessing] Sorry for the mess. We are repainting.

Joy will pick up the table when she can.

Uh, she can leave that.

[Blessing] Oh, she needs it.

She's doing acupuncture.

Right.

It's nothing fancy... [grunts]

but has everything you need.

Free utilities and Wi-Fi and plenty of food and company

just upstairs.

It might work.

- Let me think about it. - Of course. [chuckles]

Look around. I'll be right out front.

[door closes]

[Harry] He's nice. I like him.

You should take it.

[sighs] It's a basement.

More private.

[indistinct chatter, laughter upstairs]

Not with Blessing and his family just above me.

[sighs] Am I really moving to New York City?

Staying? Is that what this is all about?

Truth is, you could go wherever you want.

You're a free man, son.

But you're also a father with a son who needs you.

That's why you came here.

That's why you're staying.

If you want to get a driver's license,

or become a UrCar driver,

or do much of anything,

you need a permanent address.

- Blessing. - Yes, my friend?

I'll take it.

♪ upbeat music ♪

[Dexter] Dexter Morgan.

I'm me again.

Thanks for the video, Chike.

There's a logo on the backpack.

Bridge... Data...

"Bridge Data Network."

"A leading provider of cybersecurity

for all your professional needs."

I can set it up so I can get notified

whenever someone from there calls for a UrCar.

Do you think the Dark Passenger works there?

He's not the Dark Passenger. That's part of me.

I refuse to call him that.

Got to call him something.

The impostor.

He's been killing every two to three weeks.

It gives me time to figure this out.

Looks like Ronald Schmidt missed picture day.

[Dexter] Ronald Schmidt.

Faceless Ronald Schmidt, you have me curious.

Two Ronald Schmidts in the state of New York.

One is...

a resident of Holy Cross Cemetery in Flatbush.

The other is... three years old. Let's go wider.

Ronald Schmidt is a tractor salesman in Topeka.

A roofing contractor in Atlanta.

Let's try Ron Schmidt.

Ronny Schmidt.

Nothing.

Ronald Schmidt of Bridge Data Network

has absolutely no online presence.

Impressive. He's a ghost.

What is it you're hiding, Ronald?

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

[Dexter] Cameras everywhere.

And 100 people with hoodies just like our killer.

Could it be that easy?

Nope.

Never is.

- [Elsa] Hey. - Hey.

- Guess what? - [Harrison] What?

- I aced that test. - Fantastic. Good job.

I owe you for watching Dante.

We should get a drink.

- [chuckles] I would love to. - Great.

[soft jazz music playing]

♪ intense, ominous music ♪

♪

[clears throat]

Hey, boss.

The police would like to speak to you.

Thanks.

♪

[Dexter] Lisa and Andrew are done for the day.

You seem calmer.

More relaxed than you have in a long time.

Yeah, I am. I'm doing something I know how to do,

something I'm good at.

What's the plan?

Your body isn't ready for anything physical.

Just a preliminary vetting.

See if I can get eyes on Schmidt,

get a sense of who he is.

All the stuff I've done a million times before.

Who is this?

Is this Ronald Schmidt?

♪

[phone camera clicks]

[phone camera clicking]

[Dexter] Oh, shit. He's in kill mode.

His need is growing.

You Tommy?

Yes, I am.

Hey.

Don't take my UrCar.

Sorry.

♪

[groans]

[bell chimes]

[groans]

Shit.

[Harry] What was that about?

You weren't gonna contact him.

Dad, we've already talked about this.

[Harry] This isn't a lecture. It's a question.

I ask you as my peer.

He was gonna kill that driver.

So you stepped in to save him?

Yes.

You know that's different, right?

From what you've done in the past.

Putting everything at risk to save

rather than to kill somebody.

Okay. Yeah.

I guess.

Since when do you care about other people?

Since now.

[Dexter] New York may be a big town,

but it's not big enough for two Dark Passengers.

Ronald Schmidt, my kill table is ready for you.

♪ atmospheric music ♪

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