Dexter: New Blood

All I know is, there are multiple injuries,

and Harrison is involved.

She said you told her something about a

proposed school shooting.

Angela. I think you need to take a look at this.

It's a kill list.

The stab wound doesn't match

the story he told Angela.

Something's off.

She has a young baby who is in the fucking room

when she dies.

How fucked-up is that kid now? Am I right?

Yeah, I just want to give a shout-out to Harrison

for saving all our asses.

Hey, stud. I, uh, got you a little something

for keeping our town safe.

Wow, that's some, like, real Carrie from Homeland shit.

- He just stabbed me. - I know.

Then why are you interrogating me?

Do you think that he attacked someone in the woods,

or do you think his dad is covering for him?

I just need bus fare.

Matt is staying at a hotel in New York. Run his cards.

Maybe we're a little bit hero and a little bit

I don't know, monster.

Ethan's telling the truth.

This wound wasn't made by a hunting knife.

Harrison brought his own weapon to school that day.

He has my Dark Passenger.

Ominous music

Do you think he remembers?

- He can't. - You did.

When asshole drug dealers with chain saws

dismembered your mother inside a shipping container

while you sloshed around in her blood.

- You remembered. - That was different.

He's your child, Dexter. He's of your flesh and blood.

I want to help him the right way.

Whatever it takes to keep him from...

Becoming me?

What Harry did to you was child abuse.

Teaching you to become a serial killer,

and how to get away with it?

Look where the fuck that got us.

If anyone can guide him through this, it's me.

Maybe that's why he found me. Maybe that's why he's here.

You cannot tell him who you are.

It's like giving him permission.

Every day I walk around this world faking it.

Knowing if someone, if anyone knew the truth about me,

they'd throw me in the deepest, darkest pit they could find.

It's so fucking lonely.

But Harrison, he doesn't have to live that way.

If I could just be honest...

What are you gonna tell him?

There are a hundred garbage bags

with chopped up human beings

at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean?!

What the fuck do you think that would do to him?

He'd turn out worse than you,

and you are a fucking monster!

Ah. Huh?

You're shitting me, right?

Eh, I shit you not.

Stay as long as you like. Meals included.

Oh...

I have to say I'm actually a pretty good cook.

Can you actually be this nice?

Oh, well, you know,

I've been lucky in life, you know,

to have more than I need.

And it wasn't always like that, so, you know,

I remember what that's like, too.

Look, it just would have sat here empty otherwise, right?

And

what do you want from me?

I just ask humbly that you pay it forward.

There a shower in there?

Yeah. And a Jacuzzi tub.

Oh, yeah, I am definitely paying it forward.

Thank you so much.

My pleasure. Really.

Yeah, I could fucking die and go to heaven.

Credit card reports for Matt Caldwell came in.

- And? - Just like Kurt said,

that motherfucker was held up at the Gramercy Suites

the last three nights.

- Damn it. - What?

No dead guy, no podcast.

I mean yay, he's alive.

Wait, so he's been eating five-star room service

while I've had half the town freezing their asses off

searching for him?

I knew the guy was an asshole, but this is

- an all-new level. - Yeah.

I've got half a mind to drive to the city

and see Matt Caldwell face-to-face.

I'm down.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

Cue up the Taylor Swift. Let's roll.

At least this way we can put it to bed.

Finally get some closure.

And this would have nothing to do with you

ambushing Matt to salvage your podcast?

Speaking of closure,

maybe now is a good time to mention

that I've met someone new.

Online. We've only exchanged a few messages.

He's a flat-earther, but it's very serious.

You know, actually, it is great timing.

There's a missing persons conference in the city

I wanted to go to this weekend.

Oh, my God, that's perfect.

Maybe we can get some hints on this.

Bermuda Triangle you have here.

Problem is, there's no way the county would approve the cost.

Well, I can expense it. Done.

Logan, you can watch the station, right?

Road trip!

Thank God. No offense, but this town was

getting me a little claustrophobic.

You asked for it.

Dad, you wouldn't believe what happened in school today.

There was this big assembly,

and everyone was, like, cheering for me.

It was crazy.

You went through my stuff.

We need to talk.

I only carry that for protection.

Protection?

From what?

I-I was on my own for a long time.

Sleeping in the streets. People do weird shit.

The first time I got robbed, they took everything.

The next time, I was ready.

Okay.

So why'd you take it to school?

I'm not judging you, I just want to know the truth.

I heard Ethan's side of the story.

It's a hell of a lot different than yours.

What the fuck? You believe some

psycho school shooter over me?

What do you think I did? Say it.

If you did hurt him

on purpose

you can tell me.

The rest of this town thinks I'm a fucking hero,

and my own dad thinks I'm what?

A liar? An animal?

No. I think you're a kid.

I think you're going through something

that maybe you don't understand.

I just want to help you. Harrison, you can trust me.

Why the fuck would I trust you?

You're the one living a lie... Jim.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Dude.

Fuck you, man.

You were fucking right.

We're dicks. All of us.

Now come on.

What do you say, huh?

Give the bully a hug. Huh?

Yo, we're gonna be late.

For what?

There's a fucking party tonight, bro.

You're the guest of honor. Now get in, let's go.

Huh?

Give me a beer.

Come on, let's go.

Get in.

Hey, Mom.

Harrison's hanging out with Zach and those guys tonight.

Is it cool if I meet them?

- It's a school night. - It's Friday.

Oh, come on, I'll make sure she's home by eleven.

Absolutely. Eleven.

Nya: Weh, hakso: T.

- You're welcome, keya: De'. - It's fine.

Harrison's a good kid.

Everyone's talking about what he did for the school.

You keep too short a leash on them,

you could lose 'em for good.

We'll be back by Sunday morning.

Nya: Weh, Miriam.

I think you're crazy.

We do this daily.

Might think of something...

What the fuck?

Welcome to the kill list party.

Written invitation only.

There ain't nothin' that could ever...

Everybody in here is alive because of you.

Hey, yo!

There's no way we could unfeel the way we feelin'...

Let's fucking party!

Somebody get this motherfucker a drink!

Hey, Tess.

My phone's dying. Do you mind?

That's what it's there for.