Dexter: Resurrection (2025) s02e01 Episode Script

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- [THUNDER RUMBLES]
- [RAIN FALLING]
[THUNDER CRASHES]
[PHONE RINGS]
[ANGEL OVER PHONE] Hermano, I'm outside.
I got an address on
the New York Ripper.
[EXCITING MUSIC]
Cubano.
Nice. What do we know?
The Ripper's been tracked to
a building in Five Points.
Nobody fits the Code
more than the Ripper.
- Tan cierto, mi amigo.
- ["THE HEAT IS ON" PLAYING]
The heat is on ♪
On the street ♪
Inside your head ♪
On every beat ♪
- And the beat's so loud ♪
- [MECHANICAL WHIRRING]
[ANGEL] "Hell awaits"?
You think?
The pressure's high ♪
Just to stay alive ♪
'Cause the heat is on ♪
Caught up in the action ♪
I've been looking out for you ♪
The heat is on ♪
The heat is on ♪
So eager to die.
[GRUNTING]
Oh, it's on the street ♪
The heat is ♪
On ♪
[ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC]
[MUFFLED GRUNTING]
All right, brother.
Make the world a better place.
Hell awaits.
Fuck you, Dexter Morgan.
[SCREAMS]
[PHONE CHIMES]
[INHALES DEEPLY]
[EXHALES]
[HARRY] You miss him.
Angel's death wasn't your fault.
He turned on me.
I was the one who freed him.
But you know
Angel couldn't accept who you are,
what you are.
[SCOFFS]
I wish he could have.
[SIGHS]
["NEEDLES, CA" BY SUSS PLAYING]
[GROANS]
[BOTTLE CLATTERS]
- [PHONE CHIMES]
- Yo.
Dude, you got any mints up there?
Nope.
Sorry.
Dude.
All right, well, can you
change the music, at least?
Uh, satellite radio hyperpop station.
Dying culture pop,
the famous moldy party hop ♪
The point of view,
the bleeding heart ♪
The easily digested hurt ♪
The psychotronic talking box,
the mainstream antidepressant ♪
The silly putty tinker toy ♪
The mirror ball reflects below ♪
[MUSIC STOPS]
And here you are.
This isn't my fucking drop-off.
[DEXTER] I must've gotten
the three and the eight mixed up.
It's only a couple of blocks. I can
I'll walk it.
I'm about to close an
$80 million dollar deal,
and you can't even take
someone to the right address?
[SCOFFS]
What a life you live, boomer.
[DEXTER] Boomer?
Generation X, dipshit.
People like that make me
question the Code.
Since the day Prater's vault
was discovered by the NYPD,
the five living serial killers from
Prater's boogeyman
club went into hiding.
And while the police thought Prater
disappeared to some private island
I managed to
find two of the killers.
["MASTERPIECE THEATRE THEME"
BY ERIC HAMMERSTEIN PLAYING]
The Midnight Mangler was the first.
This monster captured his victims,
held them for two weeks,
breaking their bones one by one
before finally killing
them at midnight.
- [INTENSE MUSIC]
- Thirty-two victims
in his eight-year reign of terror.
His cruelty knew no end,
until that night in
Seattle when he met me.
Who's this? What is this?
Aah!
No, no.
No, you can't do this. No.
Oh, I think I can.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No!
[RAGGED EXHALE]
[DEXTER] If I hadn't
captured and killed him
there could have been another
32 innocent victims murdered.
The Yonkers Slayer was
a self-proclaimed satanist
who ritually murdered
more than 20 people.
Needless to say, he claimed
The devil made me do it.
Don't.
It must be nice
to blame your actions on
someone other than yourself.
By slaying this Slayer,
I figure I've saved
at least another 20 people.
Welcome to hell, Mr. Slayer.
Unfortunately for me,
gentrification is turning this building
into a Whole Foods.
Goodbye, surefire body disposal.
And that makes 13,
an unlucky number
for everyone but me.
[SOMBER MUSIC]
And yet nobody even knows.
[PHONE CHIMES]
This is hardly the life
I imagined I'd have in my 50s.
You never even imagined
you'd still be alive in your 50s.
Yeah, it's not like serial
killers get retirement plans.
All the good I've done in the world,
and still living a two-star life.
You've always been
five stars to me, kiddo.
[DEXTER] Great.
My dead dad gives me five stars.
[QUIRKY MUSIC]
♪
♪
♪
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[HARRISON] So, my six months
at the police academy are finally over.
Congratulations.
Definitely not gonna miss the gun range.
Constant shooting,
coming home smelling
like fucking cordite.
Can't [SCOFFS]
can't wash that shit off.
I never liked guns, either.
So loud.
Imprecise.
And no more fucking tests.
Just, l-like, real work.
I-I think I'm actually looking forward
to the day-to-day grind of the street.
Plus, my salary practically doubles.
Nice.
You're-you're coming to my
gun and shield ceremony, right?
Wouldn't miss it.
And, hey, uh, no more
living with five knuckleheads
in a tiny apartment.
I've already got a new place lined up.
Good for you.
Thing is, um
You know, with a-with
a y-yearlong lease and,
uh, security deposit
I'm happy to cosign your lease,
- pay your up-front costs.
- You sure?
Yeah, I sold the Iron Lake property
for a good price, and
still have that cash from our dearly
departed friend, so it's not a problem.
Thanks, Dad.
Also, uh, a-about our phone plan, um
Now that I'm 21,
can I-can I stay on yours?
Yeah, I got you covered. And, um
You know, with you
about to start working
crazy hours in crazy places,
it might not be a bad idea
if we share locations.
[SCOFFS]
You're the one with crazy
hours in crazy places, so yeah.
Yeah.
[GENTLE MUSIC]
What?
When you first came to New York,
you were homeless, lost.
Now you got a career, a path, a home.
I'm proud of you.
Thanks.
Where were you when you were my age?
Hmm.
I was already working
Miami Metro Homicide,
and my other career
was off to a good start.
I knew what I wanted to do,
and I was doing it.
It's a great feeling,
when your plans start to take shape
and you got your
whole life ahead of you.
You gonna eat that?
Oh, d-did you mean that one?
You're a cop now. That's called theft.
And I got to run. [CHUCKLES]
You want a ride?
Mm, no offense, but the subway's,
like, way quicker than a UrCar.
Same time next week?
I don't really know, actually.
I'm not I'm not my own boss anymore.
Okay. Well, I am my own boss,
so I can make whatever
time works for you.
Thanks, Dad.
[HARRY] Your own boss?
[LAUGHS SOFTLY] More like
you've got a dozen bosses a day
who are constantly judging
you on a rideshare app.
Doesn't matter.
I got a more important job:
being Harrison's dad.
He still needs me.
And you need him.
[DISTORTED VOICE] Sammy, Sammy, Sammy.
It's your old friend
the New York Ripper calling
to remind you about your
sweet little angel, Rachel.
But how could you forget,
since you're the one who found her,
after I nearly ripped her in two?
All of her blood and organs on display
just for you.
Making a mess of your beige carpet.
You know, I just had a thought.
If Rachel was still on
this side of the grass,
you'd probably be a grandpa by now, huh?
Well, you win some,
you lose some, I guess.
Talk soon, Sammy.
I'll call again.
Buh-bye.
The call was made to Sam McCormick,
father of 15-year-old victim Rachel,
at 4:07 a.m. last Wednesday.
We pinged the call
from a cell phone tower
1.3 miles from Don Framt's home.
A hundred and fifty thousand
people live in Williamsburg,
not to mention all the people
walking or driving through.
Popular spot.
Do you deny that it is
your voice on the recording?
Of course he denies it.
Where were you at 4:07 a.m.
last Wednesday?
Out dancing.
You should join me sometime, sugar,
because you sure got
one hell of a dancer's body.
Ha!
[CHUCKLES]
Is that the official alibi
you want on the record?
Mr. Framt was asleep in bed,
like everyone else.
Now, let me make
myself clear as crystal.
This is the last time you
drag my client across town.
- This is full-blown harassment.
- [DOOR OPENS]
Mr. Framt, you're free to go.
I apologize
for the inconvenience.
In case you want to test my DNA
again.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
Get that hound dog of yours
off my tail.
How many times have you two
unsuccessfully interrogated Framt?
- Somewhere around
- Nine times, Captain.
Not "somewhere around."
Exactly nine times.
But he will eventually make a mistake.
He will eventually give
us something we can use.
There's no "eventually" here.
[SIGHS]
We all know Framt's our guy.
But you got no hard evidence, no case.
Which means, if we were to take him
to court today, we would lose
and he can never be
tried for those crimes again.
We found this file inside
Leon Prater's serial killer vault,
directly beneath the very weapon
the New York Ripper used to eviscerate
and murder his victims.
Do you know the odds
that, in a room containing
over 100 confirmed
serial killer accoutrement
John Wayne Gacy's Pogo the Clown suit
Mia LaPierre's trophies
the Dark Passenger's
bloodstained driver's license,
matched to the DNA
of his first victim
That the one and only piece of evidence
that happens to be incorrect
would be this file naming Don
Framt as the New York Ripper?
Less than one percent.
0.83%, in fact.
She had me run the numbers.
And yet,
a file found in a fucked-up room
isn't enough to convince
a jury of his peers.
We get one shot
at nailing this piece of shit.
So, until we have definitive,
non-circumstantial proof,
lay off Framt.
[DOOR CLOSES]
I have been working this case
for 23 years.
I want to solve it before I die.
And more importantly,
I want to solve it before he dies.
Hey.
We're not gonna give up
until the Ripper's behind bars.
I promise.
[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]
[DEXTER] After a long day
of 28 yammering people in my back seat,
including that two-star asshole,
all I crave is silence.
[BLESSING] Dex-tah!
Perfect timing.
Come see your new and improved entrance.
No more fumbling through
two doors to get home. Eh?
Blessing, your wonders
never cease. Looks great.
You are too kind. Change is good.
Especially when the change is good.
I love the new door.
You ever think of, uh,
changing things up here?
The only new decoration you've
added since you moved in was
My mother's cat.
Meow.
I guess I'm a very neat
Monster.
- person.
- "Neat" I understand,
but don't you want to mix things up?
Huh?
A man's home should
reflect who he truly is.
What do you have here that says,
"I'm Dexter Morgan"?
[WHIMSICAL MUSIC]
[LAUGHS] Nice, right?
Oh, Lord.
Yeah, I haven't had the chance.
- Been working too much.
- My friend,
you need more in your life than UrCar.
- You need a hobby.
- [CHUCKLES]
- [SCREAMS]
- [GROANS]
I have no problem killing time.
["N.Y. STATE OF MIND"]
Yeah, yeah, ayo, Black ♪
- It's time, word ♪
- Word, it's time, man ♪
- Yeah, it's time, man ♪
- A'ight, man, begin ♪
Yeah, straight out
the fuckin' dungeons of rap ♪
I don't know how to
start this shit, yo now ♪
Rappers, I monkey-flip
'em with the funky rhythm ♪
I be kickin', musician ♪
Inflictin' composition of pain ♪
I'm like Scarface
sniffin' cocaine ♪
Who's nicer than you?
See, with the pen I'm extreme ♪
Now, bullet holes
left in my peepholes ♪
I'm suited up with street clothes ♪
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes ♪
Y'all know my steelo,
with or without the airplay ♪
I keep some E&J, sittin'
bent up in the stairway ♪
Or either on the
corner bettin' Grants ♪
With the cee-lo champs ♪
Laughin' at baseheads ♪
Trying to sell some broken amps ♪
G-packs get off quick,
forever niggas ♪
Talk shit, reminiscin' ♪
About the last time
the task force flipped ♪
Niggas be runnin'
through the block shootin' ♪
Time to start the revolution,
catch a body ♪
[FOREBODING MUSIC]
[PHONE RINGS]
NYPD.
This is the Five Borough Killer.
I will kill a New Yorker at
a baseball game tomorrow.
Consider yourself warned.
[PHONE CRACKS]
Uh, let me get a couple hot dogs.
With everything.
[HUMMING "TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME"]
I've been kicked
around since I was born ♪
And now it's all right, it's okay ♪
And you may look the other way ♪
But we can try to understand ♪
The New York Times' effect on man ♪
Whether you're a brother
or whether you're a mother ♪
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪
Feel the city breakin'
and everybody shakin' ♪
And we're stayin' alive ♪
Stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪
[DISTORTS] Stayin' alive ♪
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Stayin' alive ♪
I've got a list of the
police academy graduates.
We need to choose one lucky,
baby-faced uni to join Homicide.
Uh, you can decide. I'm far too busy.
Trust me. This is worth looking at.
Our old murder suspect
is becoming one of New York's Finest.
Hmm, Mr. Morgan did very
well on his physical ability test
and his written exam.
His psychological assessment is
stellar.
- [KNOCKING]
- I got a call
I think you're gonna want to hear.
[MAN] This is the Five Borough Killer.
I will kill a New Yorker at
a baseball game tomorrow.
- Consider yourself warned.
- [KEY CLICKS]
Was this the first time we have heard
from the so-called
"Five Borough Killer"?
Yes, Lieutenant.
Nothing about this
on the police database
and no mention of this name online.
What baseball games are
occurring tomorrow night in the city?
The Yanks are in Boston, so that's out.
Are we just talking Major
League Baseball, though?
'Cause God knows how many
Little League games there are.
The Mets play at seven.
Mm. I did not know you
were a fan of baseball.
My daughters have
tickets for tomorrow night.
I thought your girls
were with their mother.
Their mother is on her honeymoon.
I should call the girls,
tell them not to go to the game,
just to be on the safe side.
Lieutenant, you think we
should go to the press?
Why? I mean, we get
50 of these calls a day.
Remember that wackadoo that, uh, claimed
that he was the son of the Son of Sam?
Send two dozen officers to the Mets game
just to be on the safe side.
[TRANQUIL MUSIC]
[SIGHS]
[PHONE CHIMES]
[SIGHS]
Fucking tiny print.
I got to increase my font size.
Tonight, a grisly
discovery in the woods.
A female hiker was killed
today in Worlds End State Park
just outside of Forksville.
The victim has not yet been identified,
but authorities believe this
is another in a string of killings
by the serial killer called Rapunzel,
given his moniker
for his grim signature,
cutting off the victims' ponytails.
Hey, old friend.
I've got a real treat for you guys.
[CRYING]
Take care of yourself. Okay, pal?
[REPORTER] The last four
Rapunzel killings have also
occurred at state parks across
the Midwest and Eastern Seaboard.
Law enforcement is warning the public
to watch out for a single
male traveling alone.
Possibly a long-haul trucker, as all
the other murder locations
seem to be following
trucking routes across the country.
You wish, man.
Near every state park where
they found a Rapunzel victim,
there have been several campgrounds.
I started to wonder.
Last year, after a victim was found
in Hawks Nest State
Park in West Virginia,
I went to a nearby KOA
and confirmed that Al Walker
and his family had been there.
I just missed him.
Since Prater's death,
Al has been on an extended
family vacation across the country.
Well, a working vacation.
Time for my hobby.
[HARRY] Hold on, Dex.
You've got Harrison's police
academy graduation coming up.
Where I need to be is
only a few hours away.
I can be there and back
and still show up for Harrison.
What if you don't make it back in time?
What if Al kills or injures you?
You don't have a plan in place, son.
You don't know the lay of
the land in Pennsylvania.
What's with all the what-ifs?
I got this.
What's the rush?
No one's even looking
for a guy like him.
Almost no one.
And the rush is to keep
him from killing again.
Back into my old ways ♪
Again ♪
[SIGHS]
- Ways again ♪
- [GRUNTING SOFTLY]
Back into my old ways again ♪
Back into my old ways again ♪
Shit. Come on. This thing even work?
Hmm. Maybe dad knows
something about air conditioners.
Thought I would never
go back, but just this once ♪
A little present for
holding out so long ♪
Pennsylvania?
Dad, what the fuck?
Don't think I would ♪
[LINE RINGING]
- [PHONE RINGS]
- You're up early.
- It's moving day, right?
- Everything all right?
Yeah, of course. Why?
What are you doing in Pennsylvania?
Where-where are you going?
[DEXTER] Aw, crap.
This location sharing was my idea.
- You remember Rapunzel?
- Yeah.
There was a kill matching his M.O.
at a state park last night.
He hasn't popped his head up in a while.
It's a good opportunity for me to
do what I do before
Rapunzel moves on
and does what he does, again.
You're in goddamn Pennsylvania. Uh
That's-that's, like, 200 miles away.
Have you been driving all night?
I'll be back in plenty of time
for your gun and shield ceremony.
Can't wait.
Okay, yeah, s-so,
you-you've been up all night,
and you're about to take
on a badass serial killer
in the middle of fucking nowhere.
[DEXTER] He sounds like Harry.
You sure this is a good idea? I mean
Aren't you out of your
comfort zone a little?
It's not exactly my first rodeo.
Or even my hundredth rodeo.
Besides, Al is not a badass,
he's a tub of shit.
You've got nothing
to worry about, buddy.
It just feels like you're taking on
more risks than necessary.
Especially for someone, you know
[DEXTER] Don't say it.
Uh, just, uh
just be careful, Dad.
I do, kind of worry
about you, sometimes.
Yeah, well, you don't have to.
I'll see you later.
All right?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll see you at the ceremony.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[DEXTER] Rapunzel's latest kill
was only a few miles from here.
Doesn't seem to have
ruined anyone's vacation.
- [DOG BARKING]
- Hey, guys.
Bruiser, down!
Sit!
Sorry, sir.
Yeah, I'm looking for a buddy of mine.
He's supposed to be
camping here with his family.
That's the guy over
there with the huge RV.
Lot 237.
Thanks, guys.
No problem.
Good boy.
[DEXTER] Is it any wonder I never cried
at the end of Old Yeller?
- ♪
- [DIALOGUE INAUDIBLE]
[SIGHS] God.
Look at them.
For all they know, Al's the perfect dad.
You sure it's smart to do
this with his family around?
Yeah, I want him now,
before he kills again.
Here?
I'm not even supposed to be alive, Dad.
Let me live a little, okay?
Killing is a strange way to live.
There's an abandoned auto
body shop down the road.
I'll set up my kill room there,
invite Al to join me for a reunion.
We're a happy family,
we're a happy family ♪
- We're a happy family ♪
- Let's go!
Me, Mom and Daddy,
we're a happy family ♪
We're a happy family,
we're a happy family ♪
Me, Mom and Daddy,
sitting here in Queens ♪
Eating refried beans ♪
We're in all the magazines ♪
[DEXTER] This isn't a motor home,
this is a motor mansion.
Al's been busy as Rapunzel.
And I bet somewhere
in this family man abode
are the trophies to prove it.
Three years of Al living
on the road with his family
has allowed him to
collect a lot of stuff.
Daddy's telling lies,
baby's eating flies ♪
Mommy's on pills,
baby's got the chills ♪
I'm friends with the president ♪
I'm friends with the pope ♪
We're all making a fortune ♪
Selling Daddy's dope ♪
Hmm. This drawer is not as deep.
[INTRIGUING MUSIC]
I knew he wouldn't
forget to pack these.
I wonder how many are travel souvenirs.
- Ooh, that was great.
- [GRUNTS]
- [LAUGHS] Yeah.
- My thighs are roasted.
- Ooh-hoo.
- Here we go.
[BOTH SIGH]
Ooh!
It's time to start thinking
about what we want for dinner.
This doesn't look
like the Trinity Killer.
How can a man who does such awful things
- also be this guy?
- What is for dinner tonight? ♪
- His act is so convincing.
- For dinner tonight? ♪
What's for dinner tonight? ♪
[DARK MUSIC]
Ah, there he is.
Hey, how about your favorite tonight?
Turkey chili with extra onion?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, well,
S-Scrum-diddly-umptious.
- [CHUCKLES]
- Perfect.
- Mwah.
- Mwah. Okay.
It's as easy as flipping
a switch for him.
So it seems.
I hope to find out his secret
to a happy family life tonight.
[WHISPERS] Let's go.
All right, up you go.
[MENACING MUSIC]
Um
Hey, I'm gonna go
for a a-a little walk.
I'll I'll be right back.
[WIFE] Okay. All right, kids.
Sorry, friend, I didn't
mean to show up like this.
I saw your latest work
and wanted to connect.
I'm so happy to see you're still active.
Stay away from my family, Red.
I'm not here to
Mix your two worlds, I promise.
I've just been scared.
It's been crazy since
Prater disappeared.
I wanted to talk to
someone who understands,
who's done this much longer than me.
You know? One of us.
There's an old body shop down the road.
We can get together later and catch up?
Yeah, yeah. I know, uh
I know which one it is.
Let me, uh
Let me put the kids down, and, uh
We'll be good to catch up.
You don't know how
good it is to see you, Al.
Yeah.
You too, Red.
[DEXTER] Shit. I'm not going to make it
to Harrison's graduation.
Officer Mattias.
[PHONE VIBRATES]
[SOMBER MUSIC]
[APPLAUSE]
Officer Morgan.
[APPLAUSE]
Congratulations, son.
[APPLAUSE]
["POLICE TRUCK" BY
DEAD KENNEDYS PLAYING]
Tonight's the night
that we got the truck ♪
We're going downtown,
gonna beat up drunks ♪
Your turn to drive,
I'll bring the beer ♪
It's the late, late
shift, no one to fear ♪
And ride, ride ♪
How we ride ♪
And ride ♪
Ride, how we ride ♪
Let's ride ♪
Low ♪
Ride ♪
[DEXTER] Rapunzel's not
getting out of the tower this time.
- [SOMBER MUSIC]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- H-man. We fucking did it.
- Yeah.
We're hitting up Down the Hatch
to celebrate. You down?
I-I still got unpacking to do, and
Dumb. Where's your dad?
I want to meet the legend
you're always talking about.
Uh, something important
came up with work.
Couldn't-couldn't make it.
Let me take your picture.
- You can send it to him.
- Yeah.
You sure it was wise
to miss his ceremony?
He said "thumbs-up."
But does he mean it?
You know, kids hold on to that stuff.
Harrison gets it. He wouldn't
want Al to get away again.
Why would he send a
thumbs-up if he didn't mean it?
Liam.
- We drinking or what?
- Yeah, man, let's do it.
I'll see you guys later, okay?
- All right.
- See you, guys.
["I'M SHIPPING UP TO BOSTON"
BY DROPKICK MURPHYS PLAYING]
To surviving the hell
that is the academy.
- Yeah!
- [CHEERING]
- Oh.
- Fuck.
- It wasn't that bad.
- Uh, easy for you to say.
You didn't fail the emergency
vehicle operator course four times.
Maybe you're better driving horses?
You can always get
assigned to the mounted unit.
- [LAUGHING]
- I'm hoping for bomb squad.
- What about you, Morgan?
- I don't care.
I-I'm gonna be happy
wherever they put me.
There's no way you'd
be happy on a foot post
in fucking Yonkers.
I got next round.
Hey, any one of you guys ever
score with a cop groupie yet?
I don't think that's a real thing.
Well, I dare you to go over there
and flash your badge and find out.
Pass. Hard pass.
Are you dating someone?
No. I mean, not
No one seriously since Gigi.
If you don't use it, you lose it.
I don't think that's
a real thing, either.
If you don't, I'm going over.
Ooh.
[SPEAKING INAUDIBLY]
Fuck it, I'll do it.
- Yeah. All right.
- Come on, man.
Come on. Go fucking do it.
I'm a sailor peg ♪
- [LAUGHING]
- Oh, my God.
[HARRISON] Hello, ladies.
I'm Harrison.
Do you mind if I,
um, hit on your friend?
You can try.
[LAUGHING]
Let's hear it. Give it your best.
Uh, to-to be honest,
I didn't think I'd get this far.
[LAUGHING]
You didn't. Good night, Harrison.
Have a lovely evening, ladies.
[LAUGHING]
Oh, my God.
- Yeah.
- That was
Fucking pathetic, I know. Not my best.
That's the fastest I've ever
seen anyone get shot down.
- [LAUGHS]
- Here.
- Yeah!
- Yeah!
[BELL CHIMES]
[SIGHS] Oh, man.
[GRUNTS]
Finally put the little one down.
- You deserve a beer.
- Ah.
As hard as I've been going lately?
A non-lite beer is calling my name.
Ooh. You, Red, you are a
you're a lifesaver.
[CHUCKLES] Let's get out of this chill.
Yeah.
You know, the guy who, uh,
had this place he just died.
- That's a shame.
- Eh, happens.
His grandson's gonna take over.
Life goes on, my friend.
[DEXTER] Not for everyone, my friend.
[BOTH SIGH]
[CHUCKLES]
I got to say, Al,
I've missed our connection.
Oh. Yeah, well
Me too, Red. And, um,
sorry I got all aggro back there.
That's all good.
Your family's amazing.
Never thought people like
you and I could have it all.
[LAUGHS SOFTLY]
- To Al Walker.
- Ah.
Family guy and Rapunzel.
[LAUGHS SOFTLY]
I admire you.
Well, honestly, there is
a lot to admire about me.
It's a ton to juggle.
Especially out on the road.
Yeah.
How the hell'd you get them to go along
with your lifestyle?
It's simple.
I tell 'em what to do
and they do it.
Basically, they're mine.
You could say I own 'em.
How do they feel about that?
Feel?
What do I give a shit
about how they feel?
They're lucky to have
a provider like me.
But I got a question for you, Red.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Go for it.
Where the fuck are my souvenirs?
[DEXTER] Shit.
You fucked with the wrong
cheesehead, motherfucker.
[BOTH GRUNT]
You kill innocent women.
And you, Red,
cut the heads off rideshare drivers.
Oh, I'm not Red Schmidt.
- [SHOUTS]
- My name is Dexter Morgan,
and I kill serial killers.
And you, Al Walker, are a serial killer.
So, time's up.
[STRAINING]
[GASPS]
[PANTING]
[STRAINING]
[MECHANICAL WHIRRING]
[AL GRUNTING] Motherfucker.
[GRUNTING]
[SINISTER MUSIC]
[DEXTER PANTS]
[AL CHOKING]
[EXHALES]
[DEXTER] You were
supposed to be a tub of shit.
[SIGHS]
[GROANS]
[EERIE MUSIC]
Fuck it.
I'll let the world know
that Rapunzel is no longer a threat.
I got to start working out.
No reason for the owner's grandson
to have any memory of what's in there.
It should be ugly enough for the cops.
Good on you, son.
Protecting that boy.
Sometimes boys need protecting.
[SOMBER MUSIC]
[ANNOUNCER] After a rain
delay of over half an hour,
the umpires have decided
to postpone tonight's game
and make tomorrow a
twi-night doubleheader.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- Nobody cares.
- What?
[SILENCED GUNSHOT]
["YANKEE AND THE BRAVE (EP. 4)"
BY RUN THE JEWELS PLAYING]
- Incoming.
- Old Natty, hair nappy ♪
Matty as a Black
granddaddy, all fact ♪
Mind if I hit on your friend?
[CLEARS THROAT]
You can give it your best shot.
Sauna all summer
and I put that on Osama ♪
And my ♪
I got nothing.
Never been good at the art of the line.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
Come on. I'm sure
you hear plenty of 'em.
Never any good ones.
Which is why you not trying to
come up with one was refreshing.
Most cops think they're
so goddamn smooth.
And you don't like smooth?
Go-go-go-go, go-go-go-go ♪
Go-go-go, go-go, what we gonna do? ♪
Till time die, I'm galactically fly ♪
The moon is moving the
maniacs in the city to crime ♪
["AN OCEAN IN BETWEEN THE WAVES"
BY THE WAR ON DRUGS PLAYING]
Feel the way that the wild
wind blows through the room ♪
Like a nail ♪
- [GRUNTS]
- [ANGEL] Killing Rapunzel
is not gonna change anything.
You're no hero.
You're not a good guy.
And how the fuck is
anyone supposed to know
you took Rapunzel out?
[HISSING]
Fuck!
- [BREATHES HEAVILY]
- Than just a fool? ♪
[INHALES SHARPLY]
It always gets so hard to see ♪
[SNIFFING]
Ah.
Thank you for the update.
[HELICOPTER FLYING OVERHEAD]
[OLIVA] Like we thought.
Rain washed away any hard evidence.
CSIs are luminoling,
see what they can find.
Did you learn anything useful
- from the security footage?
- [GROANS]
Between the dark and
the rain, you can't see shit.
Just a million umbrellas.
We'll keep going over it,
in case we missed something.
The medical examiner confirmed
that the victim died of
a single gunshot wound.
The preliminary report
estimated her death
at approximately 8 p.m.
Right when the game got rained out.
Thousands of fans rushed to their cars,
yet we have no witnesses
to the actual shooting.
[SIGHS]
Should we have canceled the game?
Statistically?
No.
The question I have is:
Was the victim random
- or targeted?
- Right.
And if the Five Borough
Killer is true to his name,
does this mean the city should
expect four more murders?
[PERCUSSIVE MUSIC]
There's coffee in the kitchen.
Help yourself.
[SOMBER MUSIC]
[SIGHS SOFTLY]
- Excuse me.
- [OFFICER] Yes?
What floor is Homicide on?
- Detective Wallace?
- Yes?
I'm Joey Quinn.
How can I help you, Mr. Quinn?
We spoke on the phone a while back
about a former colleague
of mine at Miami Metro.
Angel Batista.
I recall that conversation.
Is there somewhere
private we could talk?
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]
[SIGHS]
[DEXTER] Every one
of these, a work of art.
But I have to keep
them all in the dark.
Spatter matters, huh, son?
- [MICROWAVE BEEPING]
- [DEXTER SIGHS]
[HARRY] What are you looking for?
You already know he's dead.
I want to find out if anyone else knows.
Since when do you care what
anyone else thinks about you?
You know, Dex,
you've been pushing yourself lately.
- [SIGHS]
- Taking risks
you never used to take.
Putting yourself in some serious danger.
It's like you're trying
to prove something.
That you're as good as or
better than you've ever been.
I am.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[FIVE BOROUGH KILLER ON VIDEO]
Nobody cares.
- What?
- [SILENCED GUNSHOT]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[PHONE CHIMES]
[DEXTER] I've been
killing killers for half my life.
More than half my life.
But no one knows.
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
Oh, my
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[CRYING] Oh, my God.
[DEXTER] So, yeah,
I want people to notice.
[HARRY] You've taken
out so many bad guys,
saved countless lives.
That's a good thing.
That was always enough for you.
Maybe now I want more.
That's the problem right there, son.
It's not safe for a serial
killer to want more.
[SIGHS]
I guess I got a problem, then.
You're unhappy with where your life is,
feeling unappreciated,
trying to prove yourself.
[ANCHOR OVER TV] We warn viewers
that what you're about to hear
may be deeply distressing.
[DISTORTED VOICE] Sammy, Sammy, Sammy.
- [LAUGHING]
- It's your old friend
the New York Ripper calling
[DEXTER] What's wrong
with wanting to be appreciated?
Know what I think this is, Dex?
You're having a midlife crisis.
Which is fine if you're a normal
50-something-year-old man.
Sleep with a younger woman,
buy a red Porsche,
drive a little too fast.
But you
The stakes are much higher.
The risks far greater.
I mean, hell,
your own son is a damn cop.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[DEXTER] A midlife crisis.
[SIGHS HEAVILY]
For someone who does what I do?
I'm not ready for that.
Are you?
[DARK MUSIC]