Dexter: New Blood

- 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?