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- [thunder rumbles] - [rain falling]

[thunder crashes]

[phone rings]

[Angel over phone] Hermano, I'm outside.

I got an address on the New York Ripper.

♪ exciting music ♪

Cubano.

Nice. What do we know?

The Ripper's been tracked to a building in Five Points.

Nobody fits the Code more than the Ripper.

- Tan cierto, mi amigo. - ["The Heat Is On" playing]

♪ The heat is on ♪

♪ On the street ♪

♪ Inside your head ♪

♪ On every beat ♪

- ♪ And the beat's so loud... ♪ - [mechanical whirring]

[Angel] "Hell awaits"?

You think?

♪ The pressure's high ♪

♪ Just to stay alive ♪

♪ 'Cause the heat is on ♪

♪ Caught up in the action ♪

♪ I've been looking out for you ♪

♪ The heat is on ♪

♪ The heat is on... ♪

So eager to die.

[grunting]

♪ Oh, it's on the street ♪

♪ The heat is ♪

♪ On ♪

♪ atmospheric music ♪

[muffled grunting]

All right, brother.

Make the world a better place.

Hell awaits.

Fuck you, Dexter Morgan.

[screams]

[phone chimes]

[inhales deeply]

[exhales]

[Harry] You miss him.

Angel's death wasn't your fault.

He turned on me. I was the one who freed him.

But you know Angel couldn't accept who you are,

what you are.

[scoffs]

I wish he could have.

[sighs]

["Needles, CA" by SUSS playing]

[groans]

[bottle clatters]

- [phone chimes] - Yo.

Dude, you got any mints up there?

Nope. Sorry.

Dude.

All right, well, can you change the music, at least?

Uh, satellite radio hyperpop station.

♪ Dying culture pop, the famous moldy party hop ♪

♪ The point of view, the bleeding heart ♪

♪ The easily digested hurt ♪

♪ The psychotronic talking box, the mainstream antidepressant ♪

♪ The silly putty tinker toy ♪

♪ The mirror ball reflects below ♪

[music stops]

And here you are.

This isn't my fucking drop-off.

[Dexter] I must've gotten the three and the eight mixed up.

It's only a couple of blocks. I can--

I'll walk it.

I'm about to close an $80 million dollar deal,

and you can't even take someone to the right address?

[scoffs] What a life you live, boomer.

[Dexter] Boomer?

Generation X, dipshit.

People like that make me question the Code.

Since the day Prater's vault

was discovered by the NYPD,

the five living serial killers from Prater's boogeyman club

went into hiding.

And while the police thought Prater

disappeared to some private island...

...I managed to find two of the killers.

♪ "Masterpiece Theatre Theme" by Eric Hammerstein playing ♪

The Midnight Mangler

was the first.

This monster captured his victims,

held them for two weeks,

breaking their bones one by one

before finally killing them at midnight.

- ♪ intense music - Thirty-two victims

in his eight-year reign of terror.

His cruelty knew no end,

until that night in Seattle when he met me.

Who's this? What is this?

Aah!

No, no.

No, you can't do this. No.

Oh, I think I can.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

No!

[ragged exhale]

[Dexter] If I hadn't captured and killed him...

...there could have been

another 32 innocent victims murdered.

The Yonkers Slayer was a self-proclaimed satanist

who ritually murdered more than 20 people.

Needless to say, he claimed...

The devil made me do it.

Don't.

It must be nice

to blame your actions on someone other than yourself.

By slaying this Slayer, I figure I've saved

at least another 20 people.

Welcome to hell, Mr. Slayer.

Unfortunately for me,

gentrification is turning this building

into a Whole Foods.

Goodbye, surefire body disposal.

And that makes 13,

an unlucky number...

...for everyone but me.

♪ somber music ♪

And yet nobody even knows.

[phone chimes]

This is hardly the life I imagined I'd have in my 50s.

You never even imagined you'd still be alive in your 50s.

Yeah, it's not like serial killers get retirement plans.

All the good I've done in the world,

and still living a two-star life.

You've always been five stars to me, kiddo.

[Dexter] Great.

My dead dad gives me five stars.

♪ quirky music ♪

♪

♪

♪

♪ upbeat music ♪

[Harrison] So, my six months

at the police academy are finally over.

Congratulations.

Definitely not gonna miss the gun range.

Constant shooting,

coming home smelling like fucking cordite.

Can't... [scoffs] can't wash that shit off.

I never liked guns, either.

So loud.

Imprecise.

And no more fucking tests.

Just, l-like, real work.

I-I think I'm actually looking forward

to the day-to-day grind of the street.

Plus, my salary practically doubles.

Nice.

You're-you're coming to my gun and shield ceremony, right?

Wouldn't miss it.

And, hey, uh, no more living with five knuckleheads

in a tiny apartment.

I've already got a new place lined up.

Good for you.

Thing is, um...

you know, with a-with a y-yearlong lease

and, uh, security deposit...

I'm happy to cosign your lease,

- pay your up-front costs. - You sure?

Yeah, I sold the Iron Lake property

for a good price, and still have that cash

from our dearly departed friend, so it's not a problem.

Thanks, Dad.

Also, uh, a-about our phone plan, um...

Now that I'm 21, can I-can I stay on yours?

Yeah, I got you covered. And, um...

you know, with you about to start working

crazy hours in crazy places,

it might not be a bad idea if we share locations.

[scoffs] You're the one with crazy hours in crazy places,

- so yeah. - Yeah.

♪ gentle music ♪

What?

When you first came to New York,

you were homeless, lost.

Now you got a career, a path, a home.

I'm proud of you.

Thanks.

Where were you when you were my age?

Hmm.

I was already working Miami Metro Homicide,

and my other career was off to a good start.

I knew what I wanted to do, and I was doing it.

It's a great feeling,

when your plans start to take shape

and you got your whole life ahead of you.

You gonna eat that?

Oh, d-did you mean that one?

You're a cop now. That's called theft.

And I got to run. [chuckles]

You want a ride?

Mm, no offense, but the subway's,

like, way quicker than a UrCar.

Same time next week?

I don't really know, actually.

I'm not... I'm not my own boss anymore.

Okay. Well, I am my own boss,

so I can make whatever time works for you.

Thanks, Dad.

[Harry] Your own boss?

[laughs softly] More like you've got a dozen bosses a day

who are constantly judging you on a rideshare app.

Doesn't matter.

I got a more important job:

being Harrison's dad.

He still needs me.

And you need him.

[distorted voice] Sammy, Sammy, Sammy.

It's your old friend the New York Ripper calling

to remind you about your sweet little angel, Rachel.

But how could you forget,

since you're the one who found her,

after I nearly ripped her in two?

All of her blood and organs on display

just for you.

Making a mess of your beige carpet.

You know, I just had a thought.

If Rachel was still on this side of the grass,

you'd probably be a grandpa by now, huh?

Well, you win some, you lose some, I guess.

Talk soon, Sammy.

I'll call again.

Buh-bye.

The call was made to Sam McCormick,

father of 15-year-old victim Rachel,

at 4:07 a.m. last Wednesday.

We pinged the call from a cell phone tower

1.3 miles from Don Framt's home.

A hundred and fifty thousand people live in Williamsburg,

not to mention all the people walking or driving through.

Popular spot.

Do you deny that it is your voice on the recording?

Of course he denies it.

Where were you at 4:07 a.m. last Wednesday?

Out dancing.

You should join me sometime, sugar,

because you sure got one hell of a dancer's body.

Ha!

[chuckles]

Is that the official alibi you want on the record?

Mr. Framt was asleep in bed, like everyone else.

Now, let me make myself clear as crystal.

This is the last time you drag my client across town.

- This is full-blown harassment. - [door opens]

Mr. Framt, you're free to go.

I apologize

for the inconvenience.

In case you want to test my DNA...

...again.

♪ ominous music ♪

Get that hound dog of yours

off my tail.

How many times have you two

unsuccessfully interrogated Framt?

- Somewhere around-- - Nine times, Captain.

Not "somewhere around." Exactly nine times.

But he will eventually make a mistake.

He will eventually give us something we can use.

There's no "eventually" here.

[sighs]

We all know Framt's our guy.

But you got no hard evidence, no case.

Which means, if we were to take him to court today,

we would lose...

...and he can never be tried for those crimes again.

We found this file inside

Leon Prater's serial killer vault,

directly beneath the very weapon

the New York Ripper used to eviscerate

and murder his victims.

Do you know the odds that, in a room containing

over 100 confirmed serial killer accoutrement--

John Wayne Gacy's Pogo the Clown suit...

...Mia LaPierre's trophies...

...the Dark Passenger's bloodstained driver's license,

matched to the DNA of his first victim--

that the one and only piece of evidence

that happens to be incorrect

would be this file naming Don Framt as the New York Ripper?

Less than one percent.

0.83%, in fact.

She had me run the numbers.

And... yet,

a file found in a fucked-up room

isn't enough to convince a jury of his peers.

We get one shot...

...at nailing this piece of shit.

So, until we have definitive,

non-circumstantial proof,

lay off Framt.

[door closes]

I have been working this case

for 23 years.

I want to solve it before I die.

And more importantly, I want to solve it before he dies.

Hey.

We're not gonna give up until the Ripper's behind bars.

I promise.

[car alarm chirps]

[Dexter] After a long day

of 28 yammering people in my back seat,

including that two-star asshole,

all I crave is silence.

[Blessing] Dex-tah!

Perfect timing.

Come see your new and improved entrance.

No more fumbling through two doors to get home. Eh?

Blessing, your wonders never cease. Looks great.

You are too kind. Change is good.

Especially when the change is good.

I love the new door.

You ever think of, uh,

changing things up here?

The only new decoration you've added since you moved in was...

my mother's cat.

Meow.

I guess I'm a very neat...

Monster.

...person.

"Neat" I understand,

but don't you want to mix things up?

Huh?

A man's home should reflect who he truly is.

What do you have here that says, "I'm Dexter Morgan"?

♪ whimsical music ♪

[laughs] Nice, right?

Oh, Lord.

Yeah, I haven't had the chance.

- Been working too much. - My friend,

you need more in your life than UrCar.

- You need a hobby. - [chuckles]

- [screams] - [groans]

I have no problem killing time.

- ♪ "N.Y. State of Mind" - ♪ Yeah, yeah, ayo, Black ♪

- ♪ It's time, word ♪ - ♪ Word, it's time, man ♪

- ♪ Yeah, it's time, man ♪ - ♪ A'ight, man, begin ♪

♪ Yeah, straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap ♪

♪ I don't know how to start this shit, yo now ♪

♪ Rappers, I monkey-flip 'em with the funky rhythm ♪

♪ I be kickin', musician ♪

♪ Inflictin' composition of pain ♪

♪ I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine... ♪

Who's nicer than you?

♪ See, with the pen I'm extreme ♪

♪ Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes ♪

♪ I'm suited up with street clothes ♪

♪ Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes ♪

♪ Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay ♪

♪ I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway ♪

♪ Or either on the corner bettin' Grants ♪

♪ With the cee-lo champs ♪

♪ Laughin' at baseheads ♪

♪ Trying to sell some broken amps ♪

♪ G-packs get off quick, forever niggas ♪

♪ Talk shit, reminiscin' ♪

♪ About the last time the task force flipped ♪

♪ Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin' ♪

♪ Time to start the revolution, catch a body... ♪

♪ foreboding music ♪

[phone rings]

NYPD.

This is the Five Borough Killer.

I will kill a New Yorker at a baseball game tomorrow.

Consider yourself warned.

[phone cracks]

Uh, let me get a couple hot dogs.

With everything.

[humming "Take Me Out to the Ball Game"]

♪ I've been kicked around since I was born ♪

♪ And now it's all right, it's okay ♪

♪ And you may look the other way ♪

♪ But we can try to understand ♪

♪ The New York Times' effect on man ♪

♪ Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother ♪

♪ You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪

♪ Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin' ♪

♪ And we're stayin' alive ♪

♪ Stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪

[distorts] ♪ Stayin' alive ♪

[knocking on door]

♪ Stayin' alive... ♪

I've got a list of the police academy graduates.

We need to choose one lucky, baby-faced uni to join Homicide.

Uh, you can decide. I'm far too busy.

Trust me. This is worth looking at.

Our old murder suspect

is becoming one of New York's Finest.

Hmm, Mr. Morgan did very well on his physical ability test

and his written exam.

His psychological assessment is...

...stellar.

- [knocking] - I got a call

I think you're gonna want to hear.

[man] This is the Five Borough Killer.

I will kill a New Yorker at a baseball game tomorrow.

- Consider yourself warned. - [key clicks]

Was this the first time we have heard

from the so-called "Five Borough Killer"?

Yes, Lieutenant.

Nothing about this on the police database

and no mention of this name online.

What baseball games are occurring

tomorrow night in the city?

The Yanks are in Boston, so that's out.

Are we just talking Major League Baseball, though?

'Cause God knows how many Little League games there are.

The Mets play at seven.

Mm. I did not know you were a fan of baseball.

My daughters have tickets for tomorrow night.

I thought your girls were with their mother.

Their mother is on her honeymoon.

I should call the girls, tell them not to go to the game,

just to be on the safe side.

Lieutenant, you think we should go to the press?

Why? I mean, we get 50 of these calls a day.

Remember that wackadoo that, uh, claimed

that he was the son of the Son of Sam?

Send two dozen officers to the Mets game

just to be on the safe side.

♪ tranquil music ♪

[sighs]

[phone chimes]

[sighs]

Fucking tiny print.

I got to increase my font size.

Tonight, a grisly discovery in the woods.

A female hiker was killed today in Worlds End State Park

just outside of Forksville.

The victim has not yet been identified,

but authorities believe this is another

in a string of killings

by the serial killer called Rapunzel,

given his moniker for his grim signature,

cutting off the victims' ponytails.

Hey, old friend.

I've got a real treat for you guys.

[crying]

Take care of yourself. Okay, pal?

[reporter] The last four Rapunzel killings have also

occurred at state parks across the Midwest

and Eastern Seaboard.

Law enforcement is warning the public

to watch out for a single male traveling alone.

Possibly a long-haul trucker, as all

the other murder locations seem to be following

trucking routes across the country.

You wish, man.

Near every state park where they found a Rapunzel victim,

there have been several campgrounds.

I started to wonder.

Last year, after a victim was found

in Hawks Nest State Park in West Virginia,

I went to a nearby KOA and confirmed that Al Walker

and his family had been there.

I just missed him.

Since Prater's death, Al has been on an extended

family vacation across the country.

Well, a working vacation.

Time for my hobby.

[Harry] Hold on, Dex.

You've got Harrison's police academy graduation coming up.

Where I need to be is only a few hours away.

I can be there and back and still show up for Harrison.

What if you don't make it back in time?

What if Al kills or injures you?

You don't have a plan in place, son.

You don't know the lay of the land in Pennsylvania.

What's with all the what-ifs?

I got this.

What's the rush?

No one's even looking for a guy like him.

Almost no one.

And the rush is to keep him from killing again.

♪ Back into my old ways ♪

♪ Again ♪

[sighs]

- ♪ Ways again ♪ - [grunting softly]

♪ Back into my old ways again ♪

♪ Back into my old ways again... ♪

Shit. Come on. This thing even work?

Hmm. Maybe dad knows something about air conditioners.

♪ Thought I would never go back, but just this once ♪

♪ A little present for holding out so long... ♪

Pennsylvania?

Dad, what the fuck?

♪ Don't think I would... ♪

[line ringing]

- [phone rings] - You're up early.

- It's moving day, right? - Everything all right?

Yeah, of course. Why?

What are you doing in Pennsylvania?

Where-where are you going?

[Dexter] Aw, crap. This location sharing was my idea.

- You remember Rapunzel? - Yeah.

There was a kill matching his M.O.

at a state park last night.

He hasn't popped his head up in a while.

It's a good opportunity for me to...

...do what I do before Rapunzel moves on

and does what he does, again.

You're in goddamn Pennsylvania. Uh...

That's-that's, like, 200 miles away.

Have you been driving all night?

I'll be back in plenty of time

for your gun and shield ceremony.

Can't wait.

Okay, yeah, s-so, you-you've been up all night,

and you're about to take on a badass serial killer

in the middle of fucking nowhere.

[Dexter] He sounds like Harry.

You sure this is a good idea? I mean...

aren't you out of your comfort zone a little?

It's not exactly my first rodeo.

Or even my hundredth rodeo.

Besides, Al is not a badass, he's a tub of shit.

You've got nothing to worry about, buddy.

It just feels like you're taking on

more risks than necessary.

Especially for someone, you know...

[Dexter] Don't say it.

Uh, just, uh...

...just be careful, Dad.

I do, kind of worry about you, sometimes.

Yeah, well, you don't have to.

I'll see you later.

All right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll see you at the ceremony.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[Dexter] Rapunzel's latest kill was only a few miles from here.

Doesn't seem to have ruined anyone's vacation.

- [dog barking] - Hey, guys.

Bruiser, down!

Sit!

Sorry, sir.

Yeah, I'm looking for a buddy of mine.

He's supposed to be camping here with his family.

That's the guy over there with the huge RV.

Lot 237.

Thanks, guys.

No problem.

Good boy.

[Dexter] Is it any wonder I never cried

at the end of Old Yeller?

- ♪ - [dialogue inaudible]

[sighs] God.

Look at them.

For all they know, Al's the perfect dad.

You sure it's smart to do this with his family around?

Yeah, I want him now, before he kills again.

Here?

I'm not even supposed to be alive, Dad.

Let me live a little, okay?

Killing is a strange way to live.

There's an abandoned auto body shop down the road.

I'll set up my kill room there,

invite Al to join me for a reunion.

♪ We're a happy family, we're a happy family ♪

- ♪ We're a happy family... ♪ - Let's go!

♪ Me, Mom and Daddy, we're a happy family ♪

♪ We're a happy family, we're a happy family ♪

♪ Me, Mom and Daddy, sitting here in Queens ♪

♪ Eating refried beans ♪

♪ We're in all the magazines... ♪

[Dexter] This isn't a motor home,

this is a motor mansion.

Al's been busy as Rapunzel.

And I bet somewhere in this family man abode

are the trophies to prove it.

Three years of Al living on the road with his family

has allowed him to collect a lot of stuff.

♪ Daddy's telling lies, baby's eating flies ♪

♪ Mommy's on pills, baby's got the chills ♪

♪ I'm friends with the president ♪

♪ I'm friends with the pope ♪

♪ We're all making a fortune ♪

♪ Selling Daddy's dope ♪

Hmm. This drawer is not as deep.

♪ intriguing music ♪

I knew he wouldn't forget to pack these.

I wonder how many are travel souvenirs.

- Ooh, that was great. - [grunts]

- [laughs] Yeah. - My thighs are roasted.

- Ooh-hoo. - Here we go.

[both sigh]

Ooh!

It's time to start thinking about what we want for dinner.

This doesn't look like the Trinity Killer.

How can a man who does such awful things

- also be this guy? - ♪ What is for dinner tonight? ♪

- His act is so convincing. - ♪ For dinner tonight? ♪

♪ What's for dinner tonight? ♪

♪ dark music ♪

Ah, there he is.

Hey, how about your favorite tonight?

Turkey chili with extra onion?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, well, S-Scrum-diddly-umptious.

- [chuckles] - Perfect.

- Mwah. - Mwah. Okay.

It's as easy as flipping a switch for him.

So it seems.

I hope to find out his secret to a happy family life tonight.

[whispers] Let's go.

All right, up you go.

♪ menacing music ♪

Um...

Hey, I'm gonna go for a... a-a little walk.

I'll... I'll be right back.

[wife] Okay. All right, kids.

Sorry, friend, I didn't mean to show up like this.

I saw your latest work and wanted to connect.

I'm so happy to see you're still active.

Stay away from my family, Red.

I'm not here to...

mix your two worlds, I promise.

I've just been... scared.

It's been crazy since Prater disappeared.

I wanted to talk to someone who understands,

who's done this much longer than me.

You know? One of us.

There's an old body shop down the road.

We can get together later and catch up?

Yeah, yeah. I know, uh...

I know which one it is.

Let me, uh...

Let me put the kids down, and, uh...

we'll be good to catch up.

You don't know how good it is to see you, Al.

Yeah.

You too, Red.

[Dexter] Shit. I'm not going to make it

to Harrison's graduation.

Officer Mattias.

[phone vibrates]

♪ somber music ♪

[applause]

Officer Morgan.

[applause]

Congratulations, son.

[applause]

♪ "Police Truck" by Dead Kennedys playing ♪

♪ Tonight's the night that we got the truck ♪

♪ We're going downtown, gonna beat up drunks ♪

♪ Your turn to drive, I'll bring the beer ♪

♪ It's the late, late shift, no one to fear ♪

♪ And ride, ride ♪

♪ How we ride ♪

♪ And ride ♪

♪ Ride, how we ride ♪

♪ Let's ride ♪

♪ Low ♪

♪ Ride ♪

[Dexter] Rapunzel's not

getting out of the tower this time.

- ♪ somber music - [indistinct chatter]

- H-man. We fucking did it. - Yeah.

We're hitting up Down the Hatch to celebrate.

- You down? - I-I still got unpacking to do,

- and-- - Dumb. Where's your dad?

I want to meet the legend you're always talking about.

Uh, something important came up with work.

Couldn't-couldn't make it.

Let me take your picture.

- You can send it to him. - Yeah.

You sure it was wise to miss his ceremony?

He said "thumbs-up."

But does he mean it?

You know, kids hold on to that stuff.

Harrison gets it. He wouldn't want Al to get away again.

Why would he send a thumbs-up if he didn't mean it?

Liam.

- We drinking or what? - Yeah, man, let's do it.

I'll see you guys later, okay?

- All right. - See you, guys.

♪ "I'm Shipping Up to Boston" by Dropkick Murphys playing ♪

To surviving the hell that is the academy.

- Yeah! - [cheering]

- Oh. - Fuck.

- It wasn't that bad. - Uh, easy for you to say.

You didn't fail the emergency vehicle operator course

four times.

Maybe you're better driving horses?

You can always get assigned to the mounted unit.

- [laughing] - I'm hoping for bomb squad.

- What about you, Morgan? - I don't care.

I-I'm gonna be happy wherever they put me.

There's no way you'd be happy on a foot post

in fucking Yonkers.

I got next round.

Hey, any one of you guys ever score with a cop groupie yet?

I don't think that's a real thing.

Well, I dare you to go over there

and flash your badge and find out.

Pass. Hard pass.

Are you dating someone?

No. I mean, not...

No one seriously since Gigi.

If you don't use it, you lose it.

I don't think that's a real thing, either.

If you don't, I'm going over.

Ooh.

[speaking inaudibly]

Fuck it, I'll do it.

- Yeah. All right. - Come on, man.

Come on. Go fucking do it.

♪ I'm a sailor peg... ♪

- [laughing] - Oh, my God.

[Harrison] Hello, ladies.

I'm Harrison.

Do you mind if I, um, hit on your friend?

You can try.

[laughing]

Let's hear it. Give it your best.

Uh, to-to be honest, I didn't think I'd get this far.

[laughing]

You didn't. Good night, Harrison.

Have a lovely evening, ladies.

[laughing]

Oh, my God.

- Yeah. - That was...

Fucking pathetic, I know. Not my best.

That's the fastest I've ever seen anyone get shot down.

- [laughs] - Here.

- Yeah! - Yeah!

[bell chimes]

[sighs] Oh, man.

[grunts]

Finally put the little one down.

- You deserve a beer. - Ah.

As hard as I've been going lately?

A non-lite beer is calling my name.

Ooh. You, Red, you are a... you're a lifesaver.

[chuckles] Let's get out of this chill.

Yeah.

You know, the guy who, uh, had this place-- he just died.

- That's a shame. - Eh, happens.

His grandson's gonna take over.

Life goes on, my friend.

[Dexter] Not for everyone, my friend.

[both sigh]

- [chuckles] - I got to say, Al,

I've missed our connection.

Oh. Yeah, well...

Me too, Red. And, um,

sorry I got all aggro back there.

That's all good.

Your family's amazing.

Never thought people like you and I could have it all.

[laughs softly]

- To Al Walker. - Ah.

Family guy and Rapunzel.

[laughs softly]

I admire you.

Well, honestly, there is a lot to admire about me.

It's a ton to juggle. Especially out on the road.

Yeah.

How the hell'd you get them to go along

with your lifestyle?

It's simple.

I tell 'em what to do

and they do it.

Basically, they're mine.

You could say I own 'em.

How do they feel about that?

Feel?

What do I give a shit about how they feel?

They're lucky to have a provider like me.

But I got a question for you, Red.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

Go for it.

Where the fuck are my souvenirs?

[Dexter] Shit.

You fucked with the wrong cheesehead, motherfucker.

[both grunt]

You kill innocent women.

And you, Red,

cut the heads off rideshare drivers.

Oh, I'm not Red Schmidt.

- [shouts] - My name is Dexter Morgan,

and I kill serial killers.

And you, Al Walker, are a serial killer.

So, time's up.

[straining]

[gasps]

[panting]

[straining]

[mechanical whirring]

[Al grunting] Motherfucker.

[grunting]

♪ sinister music ♪

[Dexter pants]

[Al choking]

[exhales]

[Dexter] You were supposed to be a tub of shit.

[sighs]

[groans]

♪ eerie music ♪

Fuck it.

I'll let the world know

that Rapunzel is no longer a threat.

I got to start working out.

No reason for the owner's grandson to have any memory

of what's in there.

It should be ugly enough for the cops.

Good on you, son.

Protecting that boy.

Sometimes boys need protecting.

♪ somber music ♪

[announcer] After a rain delay of over half an hour,

the umpires have decided to postpone tonight's game

and make tomorrow a twi-night doubleheader.

♪ tense music ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Nobody cares. - What?

[silenced gunshot]

["Yankee and the Brave (ep. 4)" by Run the Jewels playing]

- Incoming. - ♪ Old Natty, hair nappy ♪

♪ Matty as a Black granddaddy, all fact... ♪

Mind if I hit on your friend?

[clears throat]

You can give it your best shot.

♪ Sauna all summer and I put that on Osama ♪

♪ And my... ♪

I got nothing.

Never been good at the art of the line.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Come on. I'm sure you hear plenty of 'em.

Never any good ones.

Which is why you not trying to come up with one was refreshing.

Most cops think they're so goddamn smooth.

And you don't like smooth?

♪ Go-go-go-go, go-go-go-go ♪

♪ Go-go-go, go-go, what we gonna do? ♪

♪ Till time die, I'm galactically fly ♪

♪ The moon is moving the maniacs in the city to crime... ♪

["An Ocean in Between the Waves" by The War on Drugs playing]

♪ Feel the way that the wild wind blows through the room ♪

♪ Like a nail... ♪

- [grunts] - [Angel] Killing Rapunzel

is not gonna change anything.

You're no hero.

You're not a good guy.

And how the fuck is anyone supposed to know

you took Rapunzel out?

[hissing]

Fuck!

- [breathes heavily] - ♪ Than just a fool? ♪

[inhales sharply]

♪ It always gets so hard to see ♪

[sniffing]

Ah.

Thank you for the update.

[helicopter flying overhead]

[Oliva] Like we thought.

Rain washed away any hard evidence.

CSIs are luminoling, see what they can find.

Did you learn anything useful

- from the security footage? - [groans]

Between the dark and the rain, you can't see shit.

Just a million umbrellas.

We'll keep going over it, in case we missed something.

The medical examiner confirmed

that the victim died of a single gunshot wound.

The preliminary report estimated her death

at approximately 8 p.m.

Right when the game got rained out.

Thousands of fans rushed to their cars,

yet we have no witnesses to the actual shooting.

[sighs]

Should we have canceled the game?

Statistically?

No.

The question I have is:

Was the victim random

- or targeted? - Right.

And if the Five Borough Killer is true to his name,

does this mean the city should expect four more murders?

♪ percussive music ♪

There's coffee in the kitchen.

Help yourself.

♪ somber music ♪

[sighs softly]

- Excuse me. - [officer] Yes?

What floor is Homicide on?

- Detective Wallace? - Yes?

I'm Joey Quinn.

How can I help you, Mr. Quinn?

We spoke on the phone a while back

about a former colleague of mine at Miami Metro.

Angel Batista.

I recall that conversation.

Is there somewhere private we could talk?

♪ mysterious music ♪

[sighs]

[Dexter] Every one of these, a work of art.

But I have to keep them all in the dark.

Spatter matters, huh, son?

- [microwave beeping] - [Dexter sighs]

[Harry] What are you looking for?

You already know he's dead.

I want to find out if anyone else knows.

Since when do you care what anyone else thinks about you?

You know, Dex,

you've been pushing yourself lately.

- [sighs] - Taking risks

you never used to take.

Putting yourself in some serious danger.

It's like you're trying to prove something.

That you're as good as or better than you've ever been.

I am.

♪ tense music ♪

[Five Borough Killer on video] Nobody cares.

- What? - [silenced gunshot]

[indistinct chatter]

[phone chimes]

[Dexter] I've been killing killers for half my life.

More than half my life.

But no one knows.

[woman screams]

Oh, my...

[breathing heavily]

[crying] Oh, my God.

[Dexter] So, yeah,

I want people to notice.

[Harry] You've taken out so many bad guys,

saved countless lives.

That's a good thing.

That was always enough for you.

Maybe now I want more.

That's the problem right there, son.

It's not safe for a serial killer to want more.

[sighs]

I guess I got a problem, then.

You're unhappy with where your life is,

feeling unappreciated, trying to prove yourself.

[anchor over TV] We warn viewers that what you're about to hear

may be deeply distressing.

[distorted voice] Sammy, Sammy, Sammy.

- [laughing] - It's your old friend

the New York Ripper calling...

[Dexter] What's wrong with wanting to be appreciated?

Know what I think this is, Dex?

You're having a midlife crisis.

Which is fine if you're a normal 50-something-year-old man.

Sleep with a younger woman, buy a red Porsche,

drive a little too fast.

But you...

The stakes are much higher.

The risks far greater.

I mean, hell,

your own son is a damn cop.

♪ tense music ♪

[Dexter] A midlife crisis.

[sighs heavily]

For someone who does what I do?

I'm not ready for that.

Are you?

♪ dark music ♪