Dexter: New Blood

On a hill far away

Stood an old rugged cross

The emblem

Of suffering and shame

And I love that old cross

Hey, psycho!

Where the dearest and best

For a world

Of lost sinners was slain

And I'll cherish the old rugged cross

Cross

Till my trophies

At last I lay down...

What you got now, ass wipe?

What the fuck?!

Psycho.

Fuck.

Oh. Oh.

Holy shit, man!

You fucking killed him!

Ah! No!

And I'll cherish the old rugged cross

Old rugged cross

Till my trophies

At last I lay down

Yes, I will cling

To the old rugged cross

And exchange it

Some day for a crown...

Who the hell is this guy?

Afternoon, Mr. Caldwell.

Hey, Elric, could you turn the fucking

hillbilly music down a little?

Yeah. Sor-Sorry.

The old ru...

Everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

- Just checking in. - How's your job coming?

Oh, I got your fish-and-game guy.

- Oh, easy as pie. - You handling his son?

My son?

I'm handling everything.

I'll see you soon.

Fuck.

Ah.

Fuck!

It almost fell, oh, my God.

Hello?

Hey, Harrison, I'm headed to the Truck Stop. Are you there?

I thought you were in jail.

Oh, no, no, no.

That... We got that cleared up.

That was just a misunderstanding.

Cool. Cool.

Y-Yeah, actually, I, um...

I-I'm not at the Truck Stop

right now. I had to leave a little early, uh,

'cause my dad came by, we had a huge fight.

- What do you mean, a huge fight? - You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Yeah, well, it doesn't sound like it.

Your dad just doesn't let up, does he?

Is he with you now?

- N-No, I, um... - I don't know where he is.

Mm.

Uh, well, did he call you to check to see if you're okay?

No.

Okay. Well, I'm sure he's just, uh, tied up with something.

Hey, listen, buddy, uh, where are you?

Um, I'm a-across the street from the-the Christmas tree lot.

Okay, you stay right there, all right?

I'm gonna come and pick you up.

I got a surprise for you.

I got to lose this guy,

get back to his truck and find my son.

Hey. What's up?

It's Christmas Eve is what's up.

Go home.-

- Yeah. I'm... - I'm headed out soon.

- You good? - I will be.

Well, you know, if you ever, uh,

want to grab a drink or anything...

I'm sure that Jim would love to hear from you.

Did you hear that we-we had drinks the other night?

- I didn't. - You know, he acts

all easy breezy, but underneath, he's...

He cares a lot

- about you and Harrison. - I mean, look at how

upset he got after his kid almost OD'd.

Nearly killed that drug dealer.

What are you talking about?

- Uh, that's right. - You were, um...

- You were in New York. - Well, we went to Crystal Bar

to arrest the drug dealer, Miles O'Flynn.

Jim had already found the guy

and was, uh, beating the shit out of him.

- How did you not tell me this? - Oh, I meant to. I just...

Okay, look, I didn't want it to look like

I was talking shit about your boyfriend.

Uh, his anger got the best of him.

If-if it was my kid, I probably would have reacted the same way.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I-I-I wasn't trying to, you know,

make you upset or anything. I...

Oh, it's okay. It's okay.

It's... it's been a tough week.

I really hate it when I'm the one who's bleeding.

Your son's blood.

It's all on your hands.

Goddamn save him.

I'm working on it.

That's it. I guarantee it'll make you feel dyno-mite.

- Shit. No, I wasn't doing shit! - Hey! Hey, hey!

You've got some time to talk.

Fucking bullshit! I was just

- drinking a beer, man. - Relax, Miles.

I'm not gonna hurt you or bust you.

I'm here to ask you about your encounter with Jim Lindsay.

Who?

He was the guy who did that to your face.

Oh. That guy. Fucking lunatic.

Yeah. I'm still thinking about pressing charges.

Do you want to tell me what went down?

This isn't like a trick or something, right?

Like, you're not trying to entrap me?

- Okay? - 'Cause I'm not fucking stupid.

No? Well, you help me out, I'll return the favor.

Okay. All right.

So, I was at the bar, having a drink,

when that, uh, Jim dude, or whatever his name is,

comes over to me, all friendly and shit.

- Friendly? - Yeah. He asks me

if I could... do him a favor.

Heard you might know where to get some blues.

Follow me outside.

He asked you for drugs?

Your words, not mine.

Anyway, so he gets me outside over by the dumpsters.

So I could...

So you could do him that favor?

Right. Except out of nowhere, he fucking jumped me.

He just started attacking you with no provocation?

Yeah, just started swinging at me.

And look, okay, this is gonna sound crazy,

but before he started pounding on me,

he poked me in the neck, with, like, a needle or some shit.

- A needle? - Yeah, and so, I was like,

"What the fuck?" And I look up, and I see the police rolling up,

and I'm like, what the actual fuck?

And that's when he started throwing fists, man.

- Wait. Wait. - He's got fast hands, yo.

He starts punching you after the cops show up?

Yeah, man. Yeah, just right as they rolled up.

And the thing he poked you with, you're sure it was a needle?

Well, I-I didn't really get a good look at it, okay?

It all happened so fast, but, like, I mean, look.

- I still got the fucking mark. - Check it.

Kurt said I had to bring you in alive.

You know what?

He'll just have to understand.

Right?

I mean, you know, shit.

I think the school's closed for, you know, Christmas break.

Yeah, well, they haven't changed the locks

since I was Matt's wrestling coach, so...

What about security cameras?

Oh, you mean for our precious children?

No, those are reserved for tracking white deer

because that's what's important, right?

Sometimes it feels good to be bad.

Don't you think?

Yeah.

Besides, what are they gonna do... arrest me? Again?

Fucking snow.

Even a three-year-old could track me.

Come on, big man, head on down that creek

so I can get back to my son.

First perfect game

- in school history. - That's Matt?

Yeah. He was about your age.

Ah, I used to go to every one of his games.

That's what I loved most about being a dad.

Whoa. He lettered in three sports?

Yeah. He was...

he was special.

- Well, how's he doing? - Have you talked to him lately?

- Actually... - I haven't, you know.

Uh, we never really communicated very well.

Not like you and me.

Oh.

Does that mean he's not coming home for Christmas?

Uh... you know, with all the search party,

I think he's afraid to show his face around here.

That's too bad.

People are pretty forgiving.

Especially during the holidays.

Not everyone.

Hey, let's go have some fun, huh? Come on.

Oldest trick in the goddamn book.

You want to play games?