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- License and registration.
- Yes, Mistress.

- Officer. Sorry.
- The one for Dexter Morgan.

I couldn't be
Dexter Morgan anymore.

- He was cursed.
- How can I ever trust

whoever the fuck you are?

Who could've found me out?

Sup, Big Guy?

And I've saved
the best for last.

The Bay Harbor Butcher.

This is serial killer 101.

Lure potential victim
out to the sticks.

It's not like it'd be my fault
if Molly were to disappear.

Matt's hiding out in here.

Dumb kid must've left.

We might as well
take off as well.

- Wow.
- Never a good idea to kill

the family member of
a serial killer.

- Uh, hi, Mrs. Bishop.
- That's Chief Bishop.

I ran into Kurt. He told me he
needed someone to do odd jobs.

I don't always get
the best feeling from Kurt.

Kurt pushed us to
keep the search going.

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

Teddy, get in here now!
It's Iris.

Oh!

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

It's Jim.
You okay?

I don't need Jim.

I need Dexter Morgan.

We have an hour till Teddy
gets back with the cavalry.

I know there's not much
to go on, but that's where

you come in.
Dexter Morgan.

Forensics expert
from Miami Metro?

He owes me.

So, what do you see?

You're lucky the cold
kept her somewhat preserved.

Semi-mummified. Otherwise,
you'd just be looking at bones.

Yeah, real lucky.

May I?

She was shot from behind.
Probably with a rifle.

From a distance.
The bullet came through here.

She wasn't shot here.
There's not enough blood.

Likely she was
dragged and buried after.

You can test the dirt
and you'll see.

What else?

Tell me.
I can handle it.

She was still alive
when she was buried.

The weight of the rocks
held her down, but she...

she tried to dig herself out.

- Hey. I can stop.
- No,

I-I don't need your comfort.

I need you to
fucking find something,

so I can take down the asshole
who did this to Iris.

Okay.

What are you doing?

Huh. Just hold this.

See this?
I think this is human skin.

- She bit her attacker.
- Sounds like Iris.

It's a long shot, but you could
send this in for processing.

There's a slight chance there's
enough DNA to reveal the killer.

I'll call the county coroners.
Push through a rush test.

Temper your expectations.
She's been here a long time.

Twenty-five years.

It's a small sample.

Unless whoever did this
is already in the system,

there may not be enough left

to test it against
multiple subjects.

Well, I only
need enough for one.

- You have a suspect?
- I have... a theory.

Okay.

My sister used to
test out her theories on me,

to see if they had legs.

Plus, you know
I can keep a secret.

Fine.

Kurt Caldwell.

Of course.

He knew her?

I don't know, but Kurt lied

about Matt popping his head up.

So far, we've found no trace
of him besides Kurt's word.

No phone records, nothing.

- Why would he lie?
- He wanted

to call off the search right
as we were set to come here.

To this cave.

He didn't want you to find her.

You think it's got legs?

And arms, and a body,

and an isolated cabin
in the woods.

We'll find out soon enough.
Thanks...

Dexter.

If Angela's right,
and this is Kurt...

I have to wonder,
how many other

of his victims are out there?

How many parents
with missing children

looking for answers
they don't want to hear?

And most importantly,
where does Kurt's journey end?

With Angela and the police?

Or with me and my kill table?

Hey. I made breakfast.

Both pretty hungry, I guess.

Just trying to bulk up
for wrestling.

So, what do you
got going on today?

Same. School, practice.

Gonna miss dinner, though.
Today's my first shift

- at the Truck Stop.
- You know how I feel about that.

You know how I feel about that.

- Thanks for breakfast.
- You bet.

He's drifting further
and further toward Kurt.

- Who is probably a murderer.
- Yeah, and so are you.

Well, that's...

fair.

Kill him.

If I kill Kurt,
that's just another secret.

Kurt suddenly disappears,
Harrison is crushed.

He never finds out
who Kurt really was.

The kid has already had
too many losses.

One more could just
push us further apart.

So, what? You do nothing?

Angela's already
gunning for Kurt.

She's building a case.

Once she arrests him,
it's all over.

Harrison will see
who Kurt really is.

In the meantime,

I'll make sure Harrison is safe.

Yeah. Good call.

Leave it to the police
to handle.

What could possibly go wrong?

There's something
you should know.

You didn't think to
mention this earlier?

Molly asked me not to.

I figured it was her decision.

Now, after this morning,
I don't know,

the whole thing just seems off.

Okay, tell me
exactly what happened.

Molly approached Kurt
at The Tavern.

She was asking
a lot of questions.

And he told her that

Matt was holed up in a cabin,
way out here in the woods.

That he'd never even gone
to New York.

- You heard him say that?
- Crystal clear.

I just wanted to
make sure she was okay,

so I followed them out here.

Kurt was selling her
on some exclusive interview,

but the minute I showed up,
he cut bait.

I know this town
better than anyone.

So how come I never heard
of this place?

I kind of forced my way in,
but the room was empty.

No Matt.

A secret cabin in the woods.

Luring a young woman
out here alone.

What if Iris was just the first?

You're the expert.

Looks like he moved something
heavy since last night.

Did you hear that?

That the sound of you
not needing a warrant?

Bleach.

Never a good sign.

Could've been a struggle.

Son of a bitch.

Holy shit,
it's been totally stripped.

There was a door here,
locked from the outside.

There was a camera up there
in that corner.

There was a bed.

It was like a fully equipped
motel room or something.

What the fuck?

Only someone
with something to hide

goes to these kind of extremes.

We'll search every landfill

and dumpster in
a hundred-mile radius.

Got to get rid of
his shit somewhere.

He's a step ahead.

No, he's not. We are.

He doesn't know we found Iris.

So your entire case
hinges on a 25-year-old

DNA sample that your
boyfriend found illegally?

Yup.

It's looking more
and more like Deb's right.

I may have to kill him.

Uh, hey, I'll-I'll
catch you later, okay?

- Hey.
- Hey.

I was gonna ask if you wanted
to hang out sometime over break.

Uh, maybe I could
finally hear some of your songs.

Actually, I should lie low.

My mom was pissed
about you staying over.

Oh, I-I hope I didn't
get you in trouble.

No, it-it's all good.

Well, if it's all good,
let's hang out.

A-Audrey, I, um... I-I like you.

And-and I thought
you liked me, too.

I do.

Last night,
you broke that kid's elbow.

He tapped out,
but you kept going.

You know what?
Uh, forget I asked.

I-I'm gonna be really busy
this weekend anyway.

- Harrison...
- I-I got to go.

I'm used to being
the predator, but now

I'm the protector.

Funny what fatherhood'll
do to you.

Here you go.

- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.

- Hey. Look at you.
- What are you doing here?

I just wanted to
visit my son at work.

Show some support.
First jobs can be stressful.

Especially when your boss
is a serial killer.

You told me not to take the job.

Maybe I was wrong.
This coffee ain't half bad.

I... got to get back,
before someone notices.

On the house.

That's kind of you.

So, Jimbo, what brings you
down to my neck of the woods?

Well, it's my son's first job.
Big occasion.

Warrants a celebration,

don't you think?

- Mm.
- Mmm. Yummy.

Hard worker, your son.

It's a horrible job, though.
Especially in the winter.

But for some reason,
he wants to be here,

freezing his ass off,
instead of at home.

You seem to have the same
problem with your own son.

Always disappearing
into the night.

Mm. Did Molly ever get
that interview, by the way?

I don't know about you,
but I would love to hear Matt's

side of the story.
I bet it's good.

You know, there was a time when

I thought you and I
would be great friends.

We do seem
to have a lot in common.

You were really there for me
when Matt went missing.

Let us use your home
and your land for the search.

Except you kill innocent women,

and I kill guys like you.

And there was that time

outside The Tavern, when you
picked me up in your truck.

It was snowing, remember?

To think,
I was gonna drive home in that.

I probably wouldn't
have made it.

But thank God you showed up.

Almost like it was... fate.

Looks like good news
in the DNA department.

Hey, Chief.
Nice surprise.

- What can I do for you?
- Get up.

- Excuse me?
- Do what she says.

Okay, Coach.

Kurt Caldwell,

you're under arrest for
the murder of Iris Broussard.

Who? Okay.
Hey, hey, okay.

Hey, take it easy.
Everything's gonna be okay.

I'm sure this will all get
straightened out.

Don't worry.
Don't worry.

All right. Okay.

Coach?

- Coach? What the hell?
- Yeah, right?

Smile for the camera, Kurt.

We fucking did it.
Holy shit.

Okay.

Uh, uh, w-what can I do?
Where can I set up?

I mean, you should have,
like, at least

called me.

Or, you know, sent me a text.

"OTW.

Uh, handcuff emoji, Kurt."

- Excuse me?
- We are a team.

We keep each other in the loop.

Like you kept me in the loop
about Kurt's secret cabin?

You know,
the one you visited while

you were interviewing him
behind my back?

I can see how that looks bad,
but you know,

you and I have different
tactics. You knew that

- from the beginning.
- I explicitly asked you

to stay away from Kurt.
You could have blown up

this entire investigation
for what?

A fucking podcast?

We're done here.

I hate the view
from the cheap seats.

This you?

She looks brand-new.
Nice job.

If this all looks good to you,
I'm think I'm gonna head out.

Hey, I-I got a 20.

Help me move some cargo?

Sure.

Come on.

You know,
this is clearly a mistake.

I mean, I've never, ever in
my life been involved in murder,

and I think deep down,
you know that.

I have no idea who this girl is.

Well, now I know you're lying.

You were living in Iron Lake
when Iris disappeared.

You must have seen these.
They were everywhere.

I personally restocked
them at the Truck Stop

where you ate every day.

Oh, of course.

This is your friend.

That's right.
The girl who ran away.

She didn't run away.
She was murdered.

That's terrible news,
but I do not understand

why you think
that I would be involved.

- What time did Matt call you?
- What?

The night he suddenly
turned up safe, out of nowhere?

- Why?
- It's important.

Uh, I don't know. Eight, nine?

Did he FaceTime your cell
or your computer?

I was at home.

Your records show no
incoming calls from Matt.

On your computer or your cell.
In fact, there are

no incoming calls from anyone on
either line at all that night.

None at your office
at the Truck Stop, either,

just in case you were
about to lead me there.

Matt never called you.

I don't understand
how this is relevant.

Well, neither did I.

Why would you lie?

What reason
could you possibly have

to fabricate a call
with your son?

Why call off a search
if the missing person

hadn't been found?

Unless you knew where
the search was going next

and you were so afraid of
what we would find

that you'd sacrifice
your own son.

Well, that is one wild,
elaborate theory, Chief.

Have you ever been inside
the Clarke Caves?

Sure. You know, as a kid.

Couple times.
Got high there.

I mean, not since I left school.

How did you get that scar?

Uh, I work with my hands.

Listen, sweetheart,
I feel for you. I do.

You must be devastated.
She was your friend

and you're looking
for someone to blame.

But you are not
thinking straight.

A mistake like this
could cost you your job.

- I'm worried about you.
- You should be worried

about yourself.

Because we found DNA evidence
on Iris's body

that proves everything.

We've tested it against yours.

I never consented to a sample.

You already gave us a swab,
remember?

During the search
for your missing... or,

as you now claim... found son.

It was a match.

I want to talk to my lawyer.

You're Harrison, right?

Yeah. Why?

Give this to your dad, okay?

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm gonna go clean up.

Okay.

You know, you can't just
show up at my work like that.

I get that
you're worried about me,

but I can take care of myself.

I know.

Uh, um... almost forgot.

What's this?

Uh, one of the truckers
gave it to me.

Said it was for you.

- Who was it?
- I'd never seen him before.

Uh, must've been
one of Kurt's guys.

What the fuck is this?

What's your game, Kurt?

Miriam.

Come see.

Oh. Oh...

Oh...

You have him now.
Make him pay.

This is my life.

A wolf among sheep.

Hello!

You're free! Come on!

Go. Come on.

Mrs. Gross's sheep
got out again.

Old Man Turner's liable
to shoot 'em

if they wander
onto his property.

Fifteen minutes, tops.

I hear ya.

Teddy? You here?

No one here but me.

And you.

How'd you get in?

Stay away from my son.

That means you, your employees...

Or minions or whatever
the fuck they are...

And whoever gave Harrison
that envelope.

Is that really why you're here?
Curiosity?

You want to know
what was in that envelope?

'Cause I've heard

this whole
song and dance before.

Harrison's almost grown.
You can't control him...

- Or me.
- Don't you get it?

You're the one behind bars.

You don't have any power.
Not anymore.

What, this?

This situation is temporary.

I saw what you are.

With my own eyes.

You think you can
get rid of everything?

Something
always gets left behind.

You're right.

Something
always gets left behind.

We can never
erase all of our sins.

Not even fire will do that.

Hey, Jim, you remember
that night that you

picked me up in front
of The Tavern?

Gave me a ride home?

It was snowing, right?

Funny thing was...
when I got home?

Wasn't snow on my jacket.
It was ash.

You think you know everything,

but I know one thing you don't.

Titanium doesn't melt.

Fascinating.

Thanks for the science lesson.

Almost like it was...

fate.

He knows.

Kurt sent this through
Harrison to prove a point.

He's got reach,
even from behind bars.

He knows I killed his son.

If it were me,
I'd definitely want revenge.

Heading to work?

- Yup.
- Need a ride?

I'm good.

Come on.

A ride? That's it?

You're not gonna
give me any grief?

That's it.

Kurt's cracking.

His lawyer is definitely upset.

We got him.

Against my advice and counsel,

Mr. Caldwell wants
to make a statement.

Guess he's got
a guilty conscience.

Call the D.A. She's gonna
want to see this herself.

My dad, Roger,

uh, was a drunk.

Abusive. He used to
knock my mom around. Uh...

She would get
restraining orders against him,

but it never
seemed to do any good.

So eventually, she,
uh, packed up and left town.

Only she forgot to
take me with her, I guess.

Um... after-after my mom left,

my dad would take me
on the road.

Said it was, um,
said it was cheaper than

a babysitter and that
I would learn more

than I learned in school,
but really the only thing

I learned was that he was
a bigger asshole than I thought.

He used to pick up women.

"Lot Lizards," he called them.
Working girls.

Uh, he'd bring them
back to the truck

while I was
supposed to be asleep.

As I walk along, I wonder

A-what went wrong with our love

He liked to slap them around.

Fuck them up pretty bad,
actually.

He was just so angry
that my mom had left.

And he knew that they
would never call the cops,

'cause even if they did,
he'd be long gone.

While our hearts were young

After they left, they were
bruised and crying and...

Tears are fallin'
and I feel a pain

And I was just a little kid.

I lived in fear that he
would turn on me like that.

This is all very sad,
but we're here about Iris.

Uh... yeah.

Sure.

Sorry, uh...

Uh, right. So, I...

I had my own truck routes
by then,

and, uh,
every time that our schedules

would overlap, uh, my dad would
insist that I buy him a meal.

Because he said I owed him.

So, uh, that night,
we had dinner together.

And afterward,
I was gassing up my truck,

and that's when I saw her.

Your friend, Iris.

Walking alone.

And I saw her get in
the truck with my dad.

He was in such a foul mood.

I really should've
said something to her.

I should have stopped her.

Until then I'll always be

Hey.

Devoted to you

I'm Kurt.

Iris.

Where you headed?

Away.

And they drove off and
that's the last I saw of her.

I guess I hoped that
that's all it was, right?

Just a ride, you know?

You know, it's rough out there.

Young girl like you
shouldn't be alone.

I wasn't supposed to be alone.

I was supposed to be
with my best friend.

Ex-best friend.

- I should take you home.
- Fuck you.

I don't want to go home.

You have no idea what
happens to girls out there.

No one to protect them,
keep them safe.

- You don't want that life.
- I'm not going back.

- If you won't give me a ride...
- Hey, hey.

- Then let me the fuck out.
- Stay in here!

Fucking bitch!

I'm trying to help you.
Don't you fucking understand?

Yeah, and everybody
in town said that, uh,

you know, she had run off.

And I-I guess I wanted to
believe that, too.

That she had
started a new life somewhere.

He did this.

That DNA you found,
that's my dad's.

I can't believe
what I'm hearing.

I'm sorry, Angela.
I should've said something.

I had no idea he was capable.

I mean,
I have been living with...

You have been
living with this?

What about Miriam?
What about me?!

The test said there's
a 67% chance that it is him.

Which leaves 33%
reasonable doubt it isn't him.

More than enough
for any jury to acquit.

- Here you go, Mr. Caldwell.
- No hard feelings, kid.

It's your boss
that owes me the apology.

We have to follow
where the evidence points, sir.

It was a righteous arrest.
We got the truth.

- Finally.
- Yes, you did, didn't you?

You know, we could've spared you
the inconvenience

if you had come forward
all those years ago.

Not to mention
the victim's family...

Sorry for your loss.

This is a game of chess.

Every time Kurt makes a move, he
wants you to think you're ahead.

But you're not.

He's always got a plan.

That screw is a loose end.

I hate loose ends.

Surgical screws come in sets.

Kurt's office is as good
a place as any to start looking.

Elric Kane. $5,000.

Who the hell is Elric Kane?

And what does he owe Kurt?

Have you heard?

- Kurt's been released.
- Holy shit. That's great!

- Yep.
- I was so scared.

I'm gonna have to kill him.

I knew it couldn't...

All I want is you

Logan called.

He thought
you might need a friend.

Which I know I'm not.

Not after what I pulled.

But...

I figured someone was better
than no one.

Oh. No, thank you.

I was so sure it was him.

I don't know.
Maybe it is the dad.

I don't know what to believe,

what to tell her mom.

In my job,
you learn to live with...

unsatisfying endings.

You know, because
sometimes it is an accident

or there is no motive

or the killer is dead
by the time you catch up.

What matters, Angela,
is that you did the work.

And you can't blame yourself
for anything else.

I was supposed to go with her.

We had a plan.

She was pissed
when I backed out.

She said I was a poser.

If I'd gone with her,
she'd be safe.

No. Or you'd both be dead.

I thought that finding Iris
would make up for it all.

But I don't feel better.

I just fucking miss her.

Shots?

Look, at the very least,

know that you're not alone.

I mean, I got some really creepy
vibes from Kurt, too.

It's the kind that I tell
my listeners to run away from

as fast as they can.

- But you didn't run.
- Mm-mm.

I didn't have to.

You know, luckily, Jim showed up

at just the right time
to save my ass.

Which, in retrospect,
is also weird.

Yeah, his excuse about
checking on the cabin was weak.

Uh, he followed you there.

- That's creepy.
- He overheard

you and Kurt talking about Matt.

He said
something didn't sit right.

That doesn't make sense.

No, Kurt and I
were sitting at the bar,

and Jim was actually sitting
at this table.

I mean, can you hear what Brian
and Fred are fighting about

from over here?

Neither can I.

Unless...

I'll take a pastrami on rye.

You want fries with that?

Yeah. Let's live dangerously.

He charged his phone.

Left it next to us
while we were talking.

He could've recorded us.

Why would he record you?

Fuck if I know.

Yeah, you're right.

It's too weird.

But it was also weird
that he was eating pie with Kurt

after he knew
Kurt was my prime suspect.

Okay,
now I'm thoroughly confused.

What? Okay.

First Kurt is creepy

and now Jim.

If he wasn't your boyfriend,

I would totally do a deep dive.

But it's not like
he's hiding anything from you.

I mean,
you're the chief of police.

Hey, shit stain.

Yeah, you.

You know our captain's out
for the fuckin' season

'cause of you, right?

How do you feel now, tough guy?

What the fuck?

- You psycho!
- Hey!

That's enough.

Goddamn it!

Leave me alone!

I can't.

Why?

I just want to talk.

Why? So you can call me
a psycho, too?

Fuck it.

You were right.

You were right before,

and-and you're right now.

Right about what?

I'm fucked-up.

I-I'm fucked-up,
and I always have been.

You're not.

I always had bad dreams.

Nightmares.

When I listened
to that podcast...

it all came flooding back.

They weren't nightmares.

They were real.

I remember everything.

There, there.

Daddy will be home soon.

I'm so fucking angry.

I think about it all the time.

Hurting people.

Doing what he did to Mom.

You've always known,

haven't you?

That's why you left.

- Harrison...
- No.

Yo, Scott!

- Let me get a ride.
- Harrison!

Hey!

Shit.

Damn it.

I was wrong.

I have to tell Harrison
everything.