Dexter: New Blood

Almost ten years without a kill.

James Lindsay, huh?

Jim.

Girlfriend's a cop, huh?

Edward Olsen heading up to his chalet.

Everyone's favorite petro-billionaire.

-Shame on you! -Thank you, everyone.

Gonna need a new knife and a big-ass gun.

All right.

No body, no pattern,

no case.

You're not from around here.

Taking the first bus out tomorrow.

A-Are you Dexter Morgan?

-Harrison. -You can't.

Everyone close to you dies.

Bagged me a white fucking buck!

Jim.

My dad, he is gonna rain down

a world of pain on you, man!

Life is short.

Tonight's the night.

I'm Dexter Morgan.

Come home.

My father protected me.

And that's exactly what I'm going to do for my son.

What do I say?

What can I possibly say to the son I abandoned?

You got big.

Happens.

If you're cold, I can put some more wood on.

I'm fine.

You hungry?

I could whip up some blueberry pancakes.

You used to love those.

Yeah, I'm not five anymore.

Maybe a sandwich.

One sandwich, coming right up.

Must've been a long trip.

Yeah.

Yeah, we got second place

at the Harvest Fest Tournament last year.

Cool.

So...

You're not dead.

He's owed an explanation.

But the only one is that his father is a monster.

I'm sure this is hard.

This?

No.

Growing up without a dad, that was hard.

And opening up that letter,

finding out you let me believe you were dead all those years

that was brutal.

- Hannah showed you the letter? - No.

I found it when she died.

Hannah died?

How?

Cancer.

Pancreatic.

I didn't know.

When did she die?

Three years ago.

What happened to you?

Where have you been?

A social worker put me on a plane

from Buenos Aires to Miami.

I bounced around a bunch of shitty foster homes.

No one wants a teenager.

And finally I decided to find you.

Mm.

The return address got me that town in Oregon.

And I found where you worked.

Also found that you'd left.

That's when it got a little harder

to track down Jim Lindsay.

You know how many Jim Lindsays there are on the Internet?

It's kind of the point.

Then I found a shot of you on Instagram.

Pictures don't lie.

Some Fred guy on some bowling team

bragging on you bowling a 300.

Right here in Iron Lake.

So why all this Jim bullshit?

What happened to Dexter Morgan?

He killed dozens of people,

got your mother and your aunt killed, too.

It's not who I am anymore.

Dexter had to die.

What are you talking about?

It's a long story.

We should get some rest,

and I'll tell you everything in the morning.

I promise.

Uh, you want my room? I can take the couch.

The couch is fine.

Well, if you need anything else...

Where's the bathroom?

Stop.

You're not listening!

I need him here.

It'll keep me from killing again.

You selfish psycho.

You emotionally handicapped, crazy fuck.

If by some goddamn miracle you don't end up killing him,

you will sure as shit fuck him up.

Slow, contemplative music.

I'm not gonna fuck him up.

Dramatic music

"Black Tambourine" by Beck.

Black hearts in effigy.

We sing a song that was hated.

All dressed in rag and bones

Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleeding

I know there's something wrong.

Might take a fire

eerie, pulsating music

Gentle, intriguing music

Let's get back to the daily routine.

This is what happens

when I give in to my dark passenger.

But I can fix this.

Teenagers sleep till noon, right?

Dramatic music.

Well, this is one storm of fuck.

Matt Caldwell disappeared in the woods near here last night.

Oh.

That's not good.

Your place is close to all the public hunting grounds,

so I was hoping we could set up base camp for the search here.

Yeah. Of course.

- Whatever you need. - Don't worry, Jimmy.

Dude probably got wasted and skipped the hunt.

We'll get a call he's sleeping it off in some motel

and be out of here by lunch.

Or he could be out there, freezing to death.

You can set up by the firepit.

The searchers can stay warm.

I'll get some coffee going

and breakfast, too, if you want.

You're a godsend.

By the firepit, guys!

Okay, guys!

Let's unload the tables, set up the tents.

Let's move quickly!

You mind if I use your kitchen table for a sec?

Got to mark this up, and I'd love some Earl Grey.

Oh, wait.

What's going on?

Jim? And this is...?

Harrison.

I'm Jim's son.

Son?

Add that to the list

of things I need to clean up.

Welcome to Iron Lake, Harrison.

I'm Angela.

It's really nice to meet you.

Yo, Jimbo!

Wood's gonna rot if you don't cover it with a good tarp.

Yeah, I'll get right on that.

Well, hell, Jim, you got 'em at your own store.

Just pick up a good canvas one.

As long as there's wax on it.

Or a polyurethane one, yeah?

Thanks for the tip, Teddy.

So, you came here by yourself?

It's no big deal.

Used to moving around a lot.

Your mother wasn't worried?

What are you two talking about?

Mom. That she passed away.

Oh, I'm-I'm so sorry.

Mm. Um...

Then, of course, when that happened,

I came up here to be with Jim.

So, you're here for good?

- Well, you'll love Iron Lake. - Actually, we haven't

really talked about it yet, but...

You should meet my daughter Audrey.

She's about your age.

Thanks for covering for me.

Didn't do it for you.

Just didn't want a cop all up in my business.

Huh. Like father, like son.

You'll each be assigned into groups of four and given a grid.

Search for any sign of Matt.

We'll do two-hour shifts,

then we'll return to base camp to warm up

and pick a new grid.

- Oh, a-and stay hydrated. - Okay.

Let's get a move on.

We'll keep the store closed today, Jim,

but if anybody needs supplies, feel free to make a run.

-Sure thing. -Teddy.

-Get the drone in the air. -On it!

A drone. Perfect.

Hey.

You didn't include any Seneca land

in your search area.