Dexter: Resurrection

Previously on Dexter...

Ryan, this fucker quit on me.

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

Shauna, are you okay?

Get the bitch out of here if you want.

There's always more.

- No, no, no, no! -

Wow, it's like seeing a ghost.

I know what you mean.

We have a serial killer

who's taking out ride share drivers.

They call him the Dark Passenger.

- The what? - You want to

- go after that serial killer. - He stole my name.

You met the Dark Passenger.

Can I show you the video?

It's a camera-shy hoodie.

The hood has infrared lights,

washes everything out.

- Are you him? - Who?

The guy who broke into my apartment

and left the invitation with all my trophies.

I'm here because of

all the innocent people you killed.

"You are cordially invited to a dinner party

"for like-minded individuals who share

similar passions."

There's only room in this world

for one Dark Passenger.

No!

What do you think?

I don't think you should go.

I meant about the outfit.

It could be a trap.

We used to bait suspects like that all the time.

Red said this was with his bloody driver's licenses.

The police would have arrested him,

not left him a secret admirer note.

Come on.

"Trophies," "similar passions,"

"like-minded individuals."

It's a dinner party for serial killers.

An all-you-can-eat buffet for the Dark Passenger.

What if they don't believe you're Red?

Red didn't leave much to believe in.

There's no pictures here,

no online presence.

Every time he went outside, he wore all of this.

It says "thumbprint required for entry"

but it didn't say it has to be mine.

Oh, who's got a fake print and passes for Red?

This guy.

I just need one of Red's trophies.

I can't stop you from going, son,

but I can urge you to be careful.

I'm tired of being careful.

There's only been one other

known serial killer meet-up.

The Pig Farmer.

Supposedly had other serial killers

out to his farm in the Pacific Northwest.

For a grotesque orgy of sex and carnage.

What if it's like that?

What if they want to kill together? What if they want...

Okay, your 20 questions are over.

I promise, if this is too good to be true...

...I'll be prepared.

I-I... Is-is that the face

you plan to wear out in public today?

What?

This is a tip killer.

You got to work on your customer service face.

Okay.

Eyes wide open.

Big, closed-mouth smile.

Slight head tilt so they know you're really listening.

- You know... - Mm.

...the opposite of whatever this is.

Is this what they're teaching you at hospitality classes?

Oh, hell no.

Learned this in the mean corridors

of our very luxury hotel.

Sorry. Um, I-I got to get this.

Mm.

- Hello? - Hello, this is

Quentin's Jewelry Repair. Your watch is ready.

This fucker quit on me. Don't suppose you know

a spot that can fix this?

- Hello? - Uh...

uh, yeah. I'm, um...

I'm actually, I'm tied up at work.

Oh, no problem.

I'll have someone drop it off.

What's the guest's name?

Uh, uh, no, uh, you know, I-I can come get it.

Um, I'll come get it.

- -

Red worked so hard to stay in the shadows.

Unrecognized, unseen.

Did he ever regret our lonely path?

Ronald Schmidt?

Call me Red.

First test: passed.

Not on your life. Up front.

This isn't a UrCar, Mr. Dark Passenger.

Looks like someone came prepared.

So...

are you the friend?

No.

I just left the invitation.

What'd you think when you found it

in your Sorcery card binder?

I was spooked at first. Almost left town.

But the money was nice.

Money always changes everything.

So, how'd you figure out it was me?

You were a tricky one.

Not a single photo online.

But I have my ways.

Only took me three weeks.

Only took me three days.

Impressive.

- Hmm. - So, can you

give me any heads-up about this meeting?

Nope.

Time to put my DIY thumbprint to the test.

Not so fast.

Spread 'em.

There's a box cutter in my sock.

I didn't know what I was walking into.

Still don't, actually.

I would have brought a bottle of wine,

but the invitation said "trophy."

It's sweaty.

"Red" is in.

But what has he gotten himself in to?

Definitely not a pig farm.

Time to meet the man of the manor.

Ronald Schmidt.

Welcome.

Not exactly the "man of the manor" I expected.

He prefers "Red."

Red. Oh.

I cannot express how excited I am to meet you.

Leon Prater. Mm.

And I see you've met Charley.

- Yeah, I have. - Yeah.

- She's very... - Direct, I know.

I couldn't survive without her.

I am

so thrilled you accepted my invitation.

I didn't know what to expect,

given your elusive identity.

It is so wonderful to finally

match the name with the face.

Here it is.

My face.

It certainly is.

I've been hosting this gathering for years.

I know how unnerving it can be for someone like you

to be found, but your secrets are safe with me.

This is a safe space for people like you.

"Like you?"

Are you not... like me?

Me? Oh.

Goodness, no. I am just a huge fan.

I couldn't presume to have the skill set

or imagination to do what you and the others do.

So, there are others?

On their way.