Dexter

Previously on Dexter...

Emily Birch? Is that her...

the one whose blood Jordan wears around his neck?

Yeah.

It was almost 20 years ago.

He was Eugene Greer.

That's Jordan Chase?

No one could ever take your place.

You know that.

You know, I'm glad you didn't touch any of them.

Really? Why is that?

Because this DNA test will clear you

and leave you all to me...

And to her.

The men who hurt you, they made DVDs

of everything they did.

Did everyone watch it?

I managed to get it out of evidence in time.

You think you can just pay me off

like I'm the corner whore?

Stay the fuck away from Deb!

I trusted you.

And while you were fucking me,

you were spreading shit about my brother behind my back.

Fuck you.

- Who'd you say you were? - A friend of Joey's.

I got to pick up a few things for a stakeout.

It's for Detective Quinn. You see his name there.

A strange call came into my office

from an Alex Tilden.

Alex Tilden, 3040.

Here it is.

Look at this. Looks like a partial footprint.

What if the vigilante is one of their victims?

This all becomes so...

Natural.

- Uhh! - You okay?

Yes.

But with Lumen, I'm someone different.

In her eyes, I'm not a monster at all.

Detectives.

We appreciate you fitting us in.

We wanted to thank you for your phone call

regarding Alex Tilden... It was really helpful.

- That's good to hear. - We followed up immediately.

We went to his house, but...

It looked like we had just missed him.

Oh, that's unfortunate.

Yeah, it is, because...

He seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth.

I see.

Yeah, like Cole Harmon.

And Boyd Fowler.

Yeah, him too.

Now, I keep asking myself,

what's the connection?

What do these three people have in common?

You.

You're what they have in common... you.

Oh, here it comes.

Why don't you just...

save us a lot of time

and tell us what that connection is?

It's ridiculous

that you think I have anything to do with this.

I gave you my DNA!

What were the results? Go on, remind me.

Your DNA wasn't found on any of the barrel girls.

That's correct, so all this right here

is a colossal waste of my time and yours.

Well, I've got nothing but time.

So you can keep fooling everybody

in your little seminars, but I'm onto you.

You're obsessed with me.

That's what this is about.

It happens... you achieve a bit of fame,

and people latch onto you in various twisted ways.

I'd be careful if you were you.

It's typically seen

in someone who's trying to avoid

facing the dismal nature of her own small life.

- I think you slipped up. - It's not at all healthy.

And I think a barrel girl got away.

It's something I can help you with.

And now she's hunting down the people that took her.

And people all around you are dropping like flies.

You could be next.

Seriously, I'll be fine.

It's you I'm concerned about.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Jordan Chase...

We know exactly where he is.

Yeah, but...

There's no way to get to him.

The entire top floor is guarded.

Elevators?

Monitored.

Stairs?

Locked from the inside.

Yeah.

But you know how to pick locks.

Not without setting off the fire alarm.

Okay.

So we have to figure out a way to get him to come out.

How?

He has everything he needs up there.

Not everything.

Me.

He wants me.

No.

There's got to be a way to use me as bait.

It worked with Cole.

I'm not gonna use you as bait.

It's too dangerous.

You know I can do this.

Yeah, I do. I saw you kill Alex Tilden.

But we have to be extra careful.

Jordan has more than just our eyes on him.

The police.

My sister.

I'm so sorry that I put you in this position...

having to lie to her like that.

I don't like it, but it's not the first time.

She's never suspected anything?

I don't know.

Maybe Deb has a blind spot

when it comes to me.

Sometimes I feel like I'm taking advantage of her,

but it's for the best.

She's not like us.

"Us."

Oh, uh...

There's a camera in the room.

The baby monitor is picking up the signal.

Somebody's watching us.

Jordan has to be behind this...

And close by.

Wireless cameras have a limited range,

their signal routed to a recording unit...

In a vacant apartment...

A motor home.

A van.

It could be anywhere.

Ohh.

Jordan Chase is up to his ball sack in this.

I fucking know it.

Just means we keep digging.

You coming in?

Uh, I got to grab something from my car.

I'll be right up.

- Hey. - Hey.

What are you doing here?

My union appeal's been denied.

I am now officially terminated.

So how's your day?

- I'm sorry to hear that. - Don't want your pity.

Good, then...

30 years of putting bad guys away,

this is what them cocksuckers upstairs do to me...

take my pension, wipe their ass with it,

and just flush it right on.

Look, I got to get inside.

I need your help on a bust.

A bust? What are you talking about?

Something big,

something big enough to make them stand up

and take notice,

something big enough to make them give my my job back

on the police force.

Your boy Dexter...

What the fuck? What are you doing?

Didn't you hear me, Quinn?

I'm not a cop anymore.

Now, I need a cop to make this bust.

No. Forget it.

You little fucking wimp.

You're up to your ass in alligators with this thing,

whether you like it or not.

So you're gonna make this bust, and I'm gonna call you.

You'd best come running.

What are you in the mood for?

I'm thinking seafood.

It's a perfect night to grill.

I'll go check what's in the fridge.

Harrison's baby monitor

made it easy to pinpoint where this was hidden,

but the bigger problem remains...

what exactly has Jordan heard,

and where are those recordings?

On second thought, let's go out to eat.

It's not Jordan. It's worse.

It's someone from my own station.

What?

Why would somebody from the police department

bug your apartment?

I don't know,

but there's a serial number on the camera.

I'll go in tomorrow and find out who checked it out.

I don't understand.

This could have something to do with...