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Previously...

License and registration, please.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

- James Lindsay
- 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 shitty 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 fucking 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.

- Shit.
- You don't really

care about saving anybody,
do you

You're just feeding
this-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.

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.

Dexter

I told my son to shoot me.

He was following the Code.

That's a pretty fucked-up way

to look at patricide.

Well, Harrison's lived
a pretty fucked-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.

Shit. Wow.

Is it about your GED

I passed.

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.

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 last.

Gracias.

I-I got to get to work.
Stefan's on the prowl.

Fuck.

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.

Shit.

- 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

I got another favor to ask you.

This fucker quit on me.

Don't suppose you know a spot
that can fix this.

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
- So sorry.

Your suite's right this way.

Again, if you need anything...

Thank you.

Where is it

- Um
- Whoa

Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

- No worries.
- 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,

Magnolia Bakery.

Dessert's your thing

I've got lots
of recommendations.

Spots that, actual New Yorkers go to.

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, motherfucker.

Isn't there some rule
about these things ending

after the third ghost

You're not happy
to see me, Morgan

Fuck. 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 motherfucker.

You were right about me
all along.

No, I was wrong.

Buried down deep, real deep,

past all that fucked-up
Bay Harbor Butcher shit...

...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 motherfucker.

Talk about a curtain call.

Welcome back to the land
of the living, Mr. Morgan.

Is this real

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

Hey.

Okay.

The wife had
a little too many margaritas.

Happens every time
we're in the city.

Hit the elevator for me.

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.

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 fucking nothing

Just let me get Shauna
back to her room...

...and we can pretend
this never happened.

Get the fuck out of here

She won't even remember
what happened.

Fucking piece of

Think you're some kind
of fucking hero

Piece of shit.

Fucking 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

Fuck.

Fuck.

Okay.

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.

Shit.

Let's go

Today's not the day
to prove anything.

Don't push yourself so hard.

Easy does it.

Fuck.

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 shit 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 shit.

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.

Sorry.

I'll...
I'll let you rest, then.

You need anything,
just let me know.

Thanks, Teddy.

You betcha.

Holy fucking shit.

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.

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-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

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.

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 fuck

Angela and I always had a
volatile relationship, but wow,

she must've been really pissed
at me when she called you.

- Crazy.
- 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

Insane.

But then María was killed.

By some old cartel shithead.

Or Deb.

It was tough times.

Fuckin' 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 fucking weirdo.
Fucking creep job.

Fucking freak-tard. Psycho.

Jesus fucking Christ,
you're the Bay Harbor Butcher.

He liked "creep motherfucker."

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.

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

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 shitty, 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, 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, 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...

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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

Fuck

Fucking psycho.

Invitation delivered.

Whoa

Some asshole just tried
to run me over.

Doesn't fit the Code.

No shit, Dad.

My son.

I could cry.

Actually, I can't cry.

Damn it.