Dexter: New Blood

If he wasn't your boyfriend,

I would totally do a deep dive.

Hey, Miles.

I'm here to ask you

about your encounter with Jim Lindsay.

He fucking jumped me.

He poked me in the neck with,

like, a needle or some shit.

I mean, I got some really creepy vibes

from Kurt.

It's the kind that I tell

my listeners to run away from

as fast as they can.

I think about it all the time.

Hurting people.

You've always known.

That's why you left.

When I came here, I-I wanted answers.

Whoa!

I think I was also looking for...

Real connection with your dad.

Whatever blood bond

most fathers have with their kids,

- it's... - it's not there.

Where does Kurt have my son?

Up at his cabin on Stearn Road.

Nothing personal.

We're talking about my son.

There's nothing more personal than that.

Run.

Run!

Harrison!

What's going on?

There's so much I need to tell you.

I should've way before it got to this.

You have everything?

Did you guys have fun?

It's a scary world out there.

Guilty people slip through the cracks

of the justice system every day.

Ooh!

Oh! Wiggles loves it!

And there he is, Jeremiah the giraffe,

for the birthday girl. Mwah!

Now, can I have everybody say,

"Happy Birthday, Sam!"

Happy Birthday, Sam!

Oh, and let me get a picture

of the birthday girl.

Okay.

And all of you...

Murderers. Rapists. Predators.

Monsters who walk among us,

and we never even know.

Counting on the justice system to discover these predators

and effectively deal with them

is not an option.

Not for me.

I don't follow society's rules.

But that doesn't mean there aren't rules

I have to follow when the Dark Passenger calls.

Wait.

What-What's the Dark Passenger?

It's the name I gave the...

- calling that I have. - Hey.

Careful.

Always there,

riding alongside me.

Giving me...

A lot of bad ideas.

Sometimes...

I have the urge to hurt people.

An urge too strong to ignore.

The Dark Passenger.

That sounds right.

W-Why...

why-why are we like this?

We both saw our mothers murdered

when we were young.

You, too?

I-I've always felt so alone.

I thought no one could understand me.

I-I mean, if I, if I

talked about this shit with anyone...

They'd lock you up.

When your grandfather Harry

found out what I was...

I thought he'd send me to an institution.

But instead...

he gave me the Code.

It's a rigid process.

Once someone is identified as worthy of the Code,

100% proof of their crimes must be found.

It's not always easy to find.

Secrets are secret for a reason.

As a cop, Harry saw too many criminals get arrested

and escape the law.

Then hurt innocent people over and over.

He taught me how to make sure

they never hurt anyone ever again.

So...

when did your dad decide to teach you

this Code?

I was about your age

when I started exhibiting violent tendencies.

Harry kept it a secret from the rest of the family.

Fucking-A he did.

Well, they would've been afraid of you.

But I would never hurt family.

Harry gave me the Code as a way to channel

the Dark Passenger.

To use it for good.

F-For good?

And a way forward in life.

Ooh!

You like... the caramel?

Oh!

Oh.

Oh...

What the fuck?

Once I have proof of their crimes,

the Code allows me to stop them from hurting others.

I do what the law failed to do.

I fix things.

Hello.

You kidnapped him?

I did.

- Wiggles was a threat. - He would've

tortured and killed that kid.

Hey. That's enough.

Well, then what?

So...

I prepare a place to...

confront these bad people.

I have to be very neat

because the world will never understand what I do.

I always show them their victims.

It's important that they open their eyes

and look at what they've done.

You abso-fucking-lutely cannot tell Harrison

about your sick-ass ritual.

- What the hell is this? - What's going on?

They always say some shit like that.

Stop clowning around, Wiggles.

You know exactly what's going on.

You...

remember... them all.

You tell Harrison that you kill people, there's no going back.

So, doing that...

confronting him...

that-that made him stop?

Scaring him like that?

Fine.

I won't tell him.

Yes. He never hurt anyone again.

So, you're-you're kind of like Batman or something.

I like Dark Defender.

And that...

that makes the Dark Passenger not push so hard?

This is a lot.

It's not every day you're nearly murdered

and then find out this.

Is Kurt gonna come after us?

If I were him, I'd be 500 miles away by now.

- It's getting late. - You should get some sleep.

Okay.

Good night, Dad.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, yeah.

You, too.

I still have one more gift to wrap

in plastic.

"It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year" by Andy Williams

It's the most wonderful time

- Of the year -Ding, dong, ding, dong

With the kids jingle belling

And everyone telling you

- Be of good cheer -Ah, ah, ah

It's the most wonderful time

- Of the year -Ding, dong, ding, dong

It's the hap-happiest

- Season of all -Ding, dong...

With those holiday greetings

And gay happy meetings

- When friends come to call -Ah, ah, ah

It's the hap-happiest season

Of all

There'll be parties for hosting, marshmallows...

Once you take care of old fuckbilly here,

Harrison's gonna have more questions.

And when he asks, I'll answer.

You ever think about how screwed up it is

you watched your mom get chopped up in a shipping container,

and now you do the same shit to your victims?

And Harrison dealt with his trauma

by arming himself with a straight razor,

the same weapon...

used to kill his mother.

- What can I say? - We are what we are.

It's the most