Dexter: Resurrection

Previously on Dexter...

We have a serial killer who's taking out

rideshare drivers. They call him

- the Dark Passenger. - The what?

You want to go after that serial killer.

He stole my name.

How would I go about becoming a UrCar driver?

How is it that Dexter just disappeared?

He had a pickup truck.

Can you set it up

that you get notified if the truck shows up anywhere?

If Harrison did a kill here, he cleaned up well.

Officers Wallace and Oliva. Homicide.

She sees things in ways we don't.

I'm giving him what he needs,

someone checking up on him, covering up

any mistakes he might have made.

A single drop of blood, a single hair.

But was it cleaned to hide all traces of a human body

having been butchered here?

An individual with some knowledge of forensics

cleaned this room in an attempt to hide all evidence.

Just what Harrison needs, a good cop.

The police would like to speak to you.

["Left Hand Free" by alt-J playing]

Oh, shit. Bro, you got a charger?

- Huh? - A phone charger?

I'm running low.

Sorry, I don't.

I'm late for a date.

I matched with this hot chick on Hinge.

She's a Knicks City Dancer.

Check it out.

Yeah. Hot.

[song continues quietly over stereo]

I'm thirsty. Can I get some water?

Uh, you want me to stop at a bodega?

Nah, man, I'm late.

You don't have any bottles of water in here?

Am I supposed to?

- Good luck with the... -

...date.

Rideshare driving.

Not the worst job in the world.

Great way to get to know the city.

Also, makes for a good cover story

when it's time to stalk.

Hmm, three out of five. Not bad.

Shit.

Dexter, my friend.

What's the matter?

"Friend." Trying to avoid those.

Especially ones on security cameras.

Uh, just got an alert from UrCar.

It says I have a rating of 4.2.

- Point two? -

If it dips any lower, your account will be deactivated.

Y-You must be done driving for the night.

- Yep. - Good.

Don't take another fare

until I can help you solve this...

terrible situation.

Uh, okay.

Uh, sorry, I got to take this.

No problem. I got you.

4.2? Oh, my goodness.

Hello?

Hi. Is this Dr. Bateman?

Patrick Bateman.

American Psycho was a formative read when I was 19.

This is he.

Veterinary Rx calling to confirm

an expedited order of etorphine.

M99 to knock out the Dark Passenger

and whoever else is a guest at my table.

Yes, to the P.O. Box, please.

It's been a while since your last order.

Trading in the Florida sunshine for life in the Big Apple?

If I can make it here.

Glad to have you back, Doctor.

Glad to be back.

The doctor is in.

Do you recognize this man?

Yeah, he was a guest.

Uh, it's...

it's the... it's the guy who died, right?

Murdered.

What were your interactions with him?

Um... he was a... he was a big tipper,

so everybody wanted to help him out.

Everybody or just you?

He seemed to have taken a special liking to you, correct?

I... I guess.

He just, he asked me to run

- a bunch of errands for him. - Errands?

What sort of errands?

Usual stuff.

Shine his shoes, pick up his dry cleaning.

Uh...

Well, he-he did, uh,

he did have me buy him weed once.

So, aside from procuring drugs,

was there any other moment during his stay

that stood out as memorable?

Shauna? Are you okay?

No.

This is in-house CCTV from the night

of Mr. Foster's murder.

Do you recognize this woman?

Yes. Uh, Ryan, um...

Mr. Foster called her his wife.

She is not his wife.

That woman is a guest at the hotel with her own room.

But I'm glad to know that this is memorable.

What is he saying to you here?

He's saying his wife is too drunk,

he needs help with the elevator.

Did you find it strange that

she could not stand up on her own?

I mean, he said... he said she was drunk.

Not drunk, drugged.

We found Rohypnol in Mr. Foster's luggage.

Did you procure that for him, too?

What? No. No way.

Are you sure?

Because you do not seem concerned

in the video that this clearly drugged woman

is being taken upstairs by a strange man.

Look, I only know what he told me.

I can't... I can't tell the difference

between drunk and drugged.

What happened after this moment?

I-I helped them to his room, um...

opened the door, and they went inside.

Did you go in with them?

No.

No.

Because this is the last time we see Mr. Foster alive.

Before his body parts end up on a garbage dock.

So, they enter his room.

Uh, what next?

I went downstairs.

- In the elevator? - In the service elevator.

Employees aren't supposed to use

the main elevators without a guest.

My shift was over, so I went home.

Where is home?

Mm. I went to a bar.

I'm sorry.

I'm under 21.

Um, I-I didn't... I didn't want to admit that.

I-I met a girl there and, uh...

spent the night with her.

What is her name?

Julie?

Judy? I...

We didn't really exchange info, you know?

Well, I suggest finding out her name

because she is your alibi.

Alibi?

Am I a suspect?

You are not not a suspect.

While I am still gathering evidence,

send me your date's name and contact information.

If you find it.

We are done.

Well?

Let us find every piece of surveillance we can

on Mr. Morgan.

The first time, you're gone for three weeks.

Now the next time

- is four weeks. - What? No.

Now you are going to go for three years?

We're going to Berkeley.

It's what's best for our future!

Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt.

No, come in. We are about to eat dinner.

No, no, it's fine. We can talk about my rating another time.

- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. - Oh, no, stay.

We have much to discuss.

Try this. It is cassava stew.

Whoa, that's really good.

Let's pray.

Praying. Not my strong suit.

Lord, please bless this food

and this family

and the wonderful guests you bring into our lives.