06x04 - A Horse of a Different Color

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[Quirky music]

Previously on Dexter...

That takes us to the snakes k*lling.

Maybe Brother Sam was right about our victim.

Is this what I think it is?

Evidence from the Ice Truck k*ller investigation.

You think that my becoming lieutenant had anything to do with what happened between us?

No, I'm sure it was just a big f*ckin' coincidence.

I don't know how to act.

I don't know what to do. I don't know who to hire.

Deb, you're too smart to think that this was gonna be easy.

I put my ass on the line even considering you, so stow the attitude.

Are you going to be saved?

It's up to you.

[Whimpers]

You got to cleanse me of-- of all my sins.

He's ready.

Do you undertake to keep God's commandments and the faith of his son, our lord?

I do.

Some people think that religion began as a way for primitive cultures to explain natural phenomenon-- the fire, the wind, the rain.

They created a God for each one.

I baptize you, my brother, in Christ.

You are baptized with Christ in death.

You'd think science would have made religion obsolete.

But it hasn't.

Go for a swim, come out a new man.

If only I believed it were that simple.

But Brother Sam believes, and because of that, he's fulfilled.

It's written all over his face.

That's my son, Harrison.

Can you say hi?

Guess not.

He wanted to thank you for coming by.

Yeah, he can thank me tomorrow at the shop when I bring my car in.

What? You had another accident?

Bad driving karma.

Man, somebody trying to tell you to slow down, brother.

So what'd you think?

Uh, it was...interesting.

Don't get me wrong.

The spiritual stuff, the second chances, I think it's great... for Nick.

But not for you, huh?

[Sighs]

I get it.

You take a dunk in the bay, you fix all your problems.

It probably sounds like bullshit to you.

That's one word for it.

But, you know, it's not about the dunk.

It's about... surrender to something greater than yourself.

I don't get it.

Well, man, just look around.

You think you make the sun come up in the morning?

You think you can make the tide come in?

No, but that's the earth rotating on its axis, the pull of the moon.

So you do believe in something greater than yourself.

[Groans]

[Laughs]

[Cell phone vibrates]

Got to go. Work.

Okay.

Harrison, get the car.

Yeah, somebody got to do the driving with him.

Go ahead.

[Siren wails]

[Horse whinnies]

Jesus Christ.

What's with the wicked rodeo?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Some sick f*ck sewed body parts to mannequins and then strapped 'em to horses.

I mean, what the f*ck?

Body parts?

This spectacle makes me think of...

Brian. My brother.

Your brother? Rudy the Ice Truck k*ller?

Sorry.

No, it's okay.

I was thinking it too.

Just the idea that someone would put this much...

Imagination.

Brutality into k*lling.

Come here. I want to show you something.

Lieutenant.

Hold on a sec.

Check it out.

Lieutenant.

I'm in the middle of something.

Remember this?

[Horse whinnies]

Oh, it's the same insignia that was carved into the stomach of the snakes victim.

Looks like a signature.

[Horse nickering]

Same sick f*ck. Two different killings.

Hey, uh, lieutenant?

For the love of God, what?

Right.

One at a time. Go.

Been calling around the local stables.

There's one about a mile north from here, reported four horses missing two days ago.

Quinn?

Mounted patrol's on the way.

They'll be here within the hour.

I've been counting the body parts and typing the blood, and it's all B-positive, so I think we're looking at one victim here.

Jesus. Somebody went to a lot of trouble.

He's trying to tell us something.

Yeah. "I'm a crazy piece of sh*t."

He's saying it's the end of the world.

Something like that.

Four horsemen of the Apocalypse-- white, red, pale, and black.

Doesn't take a genius to figure it out.

And who are you?

Oh, I'm sorry.

This is Mike Anderson from Chicago.

He's my replacement.

Mike, this is...everyone.

You were saying?

The k*ller's showing us a scene from the Book of Revelation.

A k*ller with faith?

Damn, it's hot out here.

Yeah. It's Miami, genius.

What about snakes?

What about 'em?

Seven snakes.

Any mention of them in the Book of Revelation?

Don't know. I'll look into it.

Do that.

In the meantime, you two, go to the stable.

See if a surveillance tape will give us a suspect.

Dexter, Masuka, take sh*ts of the horses so we can start taking this sh*t apart.

Whoever did this seems to be a member of my tribe.

But this is a horse of a different color.

What is this?

Masuka confirmed that the body parts all belonged to the same victim.

We got an I.D. off the fingerprints--

Nathan Roberts.

Went for a jog a couple of days ago and never came back.

Did you compare the k*ll wound against the snakes victim?

I did.

And?

It's a perfect match.

Same signature, same k*ll wound.

Same k*ller.

The M.E.'s report said there was residue in the wound.

It's being processed.

We should have it back at the lab later today.

Any ideas for a m*rder w*apon?

Some kind of stabbing implement.

Won't know for sure until we get the M.E.'s measurements for the wound.

What about the cuts on the body?

Hmm.

I'm guessing a bone saw.

What do we have here?

1-2-4-2.

What is it?

I don't know.

Some kind of message?

Another one?

Jesus.

How much does this fucker have to say?

A lot apparently.

Want to bet he left one on the snakes victim too?

Nothing behind his eyes.

What about the mouth or the ears?

Already checked.

Well, what are we missing?

We're not.

It's what he's missing.

His intestines.

Ugh.

Kind of reminds me of looking for the prize in a cereal box.

You were always good at that too.

Jackpot.

1237, 1242.

What do you think it means?

That I've been lieutenant for less than a week and there's already some game-playing, sick-as-f*ck serial k*ller for me to catch?

Technically, he's not a serial k*ller.

Yet.

Serial k*lling involves the m*rder of several people in three or more separate events.

So far our guy's only done two.

Are you trying to make me feel better or worse?

[Cell phone rings]

Sorry.

It's Jamie.

Hey, everything okay?

Oh, Harrison isn't feeling so great.

What happened?

I don't know.

[Harrison crying]

He didn't-- he didn't eat breakfast.

But, I mean, he seems okay otherwise.

Just a little tired. I don't know.

Maybe it's a tummy ache, or--

Should I cancel his play date?

Yeah, absolutely.

It's better to be safe than sorry.

Okay.

If he gets any worse--

I'll call you. I promise.

[Phone beeps]

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, this four horsemen case, it's all over the news.

We need to address the press.

Already two steps ahead of you.

I called the conference for this afternoon, and I'm working on the statement.

Well, Morgan's gonna make the statement.

But she doesn't have any experience.

I've led hundreds of press conferences, and, really, under the circumstances--

Morgan is the new face of this department, Maria.

I'm still--

The old face.

No, set it up for tomorrow afternoon.

Fine.

[Phone ringing]

Why the f*ck would I

lead a press conference?

Isn't that your thing?

Uh, usually, yes, but I made a strategic decision to put you in the spotlight.

You'll give the public the impression that the situation's less critical.

Besides, dealing with the press is your responsibility as lieutenant.

I thought my responsibility was catching the horse fucker that's k*lling people.

You'll have to learn to multitask.

And while you're at it, you still haven't finished your fit for duty therapy.

The sh**ting was over two weeks ago.

How am I supposed to find time to go to a therapist?

Figure it out.

You're a liability until you get cleared.

f*cking nightmare.

You okay?

Obviously.

You'll be fine.

Just-- Hey, never mind.

Not my place.

What? Tell me.

You just might want to... dress a little more... professional.

Like a lieutenant.

I mean, you know, uh, skirt suit, heels.

What's wrong with the way I dress?

I mean, you kind of look like you're--

What? A detective?

No, like you're going to a hoedown.

Where should I put the medical examiner's report for the four horsemen's case?

Uh, wherever.

Uh, you busy later?

Thought we could have our second date.

Sure, I have roller derby practice until 9:00, but we can totally hang after.

Wait, wait, wait. You're a-- you're a derby girl?

Got the bruises to prove it.

I think my head just exploded.

I have an idea.

Why don't we have our second date right now?

What are you thinking?

Little make out session in the women's bathroom?

I was thinking some show and tell in the evidence room?

Even better.

Not the dirty kind.

You know, showing me the Ice Truck k*ller stuff was so cool.

I was just thinking maybe you could show me the Trinity stuff or the Bay Harbor Butcher evidence.

I can't.

The FBI has all those files.

But, um, I promise to make it up to you later.

You better.

Now open the M.E.'s report.

I'm dying to know what it says.

When Brian sent messages, they were tailor-made for me.

But I should still be able to cr*ck this guy's code.

All right.

Ready?

Okay. Let's do this.

Most of you have already met detective Mike Anderson.

He's working on a theory that our k*ller is reenacting scenes from the Book of Revelation.

There's a lot of brutal imagery here, and our k*ller had a lot to choose from.

I just the M.E. report from the four horsemen vic.

And guess what it says?

Must be pretty important for you to bust in here like this.

Uh, he's a little bit of a drama queen.

There were traces of oxidized iron in the k*ll wound.

Rust.

I mean, nobody's used iron to make weapons since the Middle Ages, which means our k*ller could have used a ancient artifact.

What kind of artifact?

I'm not sure yet.

But the dimensions of the wound suggest a sword.

Um, but there are hundreds of varieties of swords.

Great. Stay on that.

Mike, you were saying?

So far our k*ller has given us three tableaus.

The intestines on the scale, the snakes victim, and the four horsemen.

I'm sorry. Uh, tableaus?

It's a theatrical term referring to a picturesque grouping of people or objects.

Oh, all this time I just thought they were called crime scenes.

No, it's more than just a crime scene.

Everything he's showing us has meaning.

From the positioning of the bodies to the clothes he puts on his victims, nothing's by accident.

Exactly.

He's communicating with us.

Mike's just helping with the translation.

The four horsemen of the apocalypse are described in Revelation 6, Verses one through eight.

As for the seven snakes m*rder,

Revelation 13. "And I stood upon the sand of the sea "and saw a serpent rise out of the sea, having seven heads."

And what about the intestines?

There's no passage on intestines, but the scales of justice are all over the Bible.

I figure he's referencing God's judgment of mankind.

What about the numbers we found on the body?

1237 and 1242.

Don't know.

But I can get in touch with a Revelation expert who might be able to tell us more.

They happened five days apart.

The two murders happened five days apart.

The difference between

1237 and 1242 is five.

I don't know why I didn't see it before.

So the numbers are days.

He's counting up to something.

To what?

Don't know.

But if all this

Revelation stuff has to do with doomsday, maybe it's to the end of the world.

Okay.

So we're looking for a religious nutbag.

Quinn, Batista, round up any end-times fanatics that might have criminal records.

Let's find this...Doomsday k*ller.

It's happening, Travis.

Look around us.

People are afraid.

Soon you'll start to understand what we're--

Travis... Are you listening to me?

Yes. They're afraid.

Okay, I got it. She's pretty.

Who?

The waitress.

You've been staring at her.

But we really have to stay focused.

So you don't think I should ask her out?

Is that what you want?

I don't know. Maybe.

I think she likes me.

Hey, Trav. Can I get you anything else?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Thank you.

I thought religion was supposed to be comforting.

But swarms of locusts, bowls of wrath?

Why would anybody want to believe this stuff?

Be honest.

Professional or stupid?

Professional.

Ha.

But you don't look much like you.

[Chuckles]

You want to tell me how I'm supposed to catch Doomsday if I'm spending all my time writing press statements, going to court-ordered therapy, and shopping for ugly-ass clothes?

You'll figure it out. You always do.

Quinn used to say that when I was in meltdown mode.

He saw you in meltdown mode and he still wanted to marry you?

Poop expl*si*n.

Harrison?

If it's Jamie, you've got bigger problems.

Keep an eye on him while I'm down in the laundry room?

His tummy still upset?

Yeah, it's probably just a bug, but I can take him to the doctor tomorrow.

Whew.

Hey, what's the matter, little man?

You don't feel so good?

[Whimpers]

Wish I could make it all better.

I guess there are some things even daddies can't fix.

So I gave you the friends and family rate, and I can have that to you ASAP.

Thanks. The sooner the better.

I just want to let you know I'm taking off, all right?

All right.

Dex, what's up? 'Sup?

So you headed off to class?

Hey, Sam's sending me to computer class.

Gonna build him a b*mb website, yo.

Yeah, you better.

All right. Laters.

Be safe. Later.

See you, Nick.

You really take care of these guys.

Yeah, well, you know, God's taking care of all of us.

Here go your estimate. Again.

Are these your notes?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Every time I read it, I'm finding something new.

You ever read it?

Yeah, I just started. For work.

We're tracking this k*ller.

We think he's reenacting scenes from the Book of Revelation.

That four horsemen case from the news, yeah?

Lord have mercy.

Saying it's in the name of God-- the devil is busy.

You think he's using God as an excuse to k*ll?

People use God as an excuse for a lot of things.

Just because he believes in some crazy bullshit, that don't mean his faith is any less real.

But if faith makes people do such crazy bullshit, what's the point of having it?

It's human nature.

Gotta believe in something.

Right?

I mean, haven't you ever had a problem so big that you just couldn't handle it on your own?

Yeah.

Well, who helped you?

My dad.

Hmm.

Well, you're lucky. You're blessed.

That's a blessing.

Faith, man, you put it in the wrong things... f*ck you up.

[Sighs] Ugh.

g*dd*mn pantyhose.

Has anyone ever d*ed from crotch asphyxiation?

You have now crossed the line into inappropriate brother-sister exchanges.

[Elevator bell dings]

Is that lieutenant Morgan in a skirt?

I don't know.

I don't recognize her without the man boots.

You'll recognize my foot when it's kicking you in the face.

But the Mayan calendar says--

The Mayans weren't Christians.

Look, God told Noah that the great flood would be in seven days.

Batista and Quinn's people of interest.

Even if none of them is Doomsday, they're all totally insane.

At 9:45 yesterday morning, four horses were released at the intersection...

Lieutenant...you ready for the press conference?

Yeah, I'm just... practicing my statement.

You want some honest advice?

I guess.

Lose the speech. Just relax.

Have a conversation.

You're not a formal person, so a formal statement could come off as insincere.

So you're saying I should just... be myself?

Exactly.

Nice shoes, by the way.

They look better on.

Yeah, well, they hurt my feet.

You know what else you could use?

Nice.

See you later.

Brother Sam reads his Bible like I read blood, and every time he comes away with something new.

Maybe if I want answers about this k*ller, his work deserves a second look.

Such aggressive, brutal cuts.

He butchered this body.

But that doesn't make any sense.

Not when he was so meticulous about composing his crime scenes.

The complexity of the stitching in the belly of that fruit vendor, the attention to detail, attaching plastic to flesh.

So why would this same fastidious craftsman so carelessly hack and slash?

Unless it's not the same k*ller.

You think one person cut up the body and another composed the crime scene?

Maybe we're not looking for one Doomsday k*ller.

Maybe we're looking for two.

[Phone rings]

This is Vince Masuka.

Hey, I've been bounced around to, like, five people, so I'm hoping you could help me.

I can try. What you need?

Uh, I'm a collector, and there's a prosthetic hand for auction on buythistreasure.com.

Says it's from the Ice Truck k*ller investigation.

Is that real?

What? No.

Hang on a sec.

No, that's-- it's gotta be fake.

The only people with access to our evidence room are police employees and... interns.

f*ck me.

So I shouldn't bid on it, or...

No. Definitely not.

Ryan.

Oh, sh*t.

No, no, no, no, no.

What's wrong?

[Pop music playing in headphones]

You stole the hand from the Ice Truck k*ller evidence and sold it online?

You said it was just going to sit there.

The chain of custody is sacred.

I mean, did you ever stop to think what would happen if we ever needed to go back?

I'm sorry.

I was short on rent, and I needed the money.

Are you crazy?

I mean, I--I could lose my job over this.

No one has to know. Just...

Let me make it up to you.

I'm such an idiot.

For thinking you were actually into me.

I was.

I am.

Get out.

We're done.

And we're live in three... two...one.

My detectives are interviewing several suspects, but, uh, we won't release a name until a suspect is officially charged.

Is it true the four horsemen case is connected to the m*rder of the fruit vendor Omar Rivera?

We're not here to discuss the Rivera case.

But the same Alpha and Omega signature was found at both crime scenes.

Isn't that right?

Come on, Deb.

Don't go into meltdown mode now.

Actually, yes, we believe that's our k*ller's signature.

So if you see something, say something.

Call the department with any information that might help us catch this k*ller.

We're all in this together.

I'm not gonna lie to you about this investigation, because I don't really see the point.

I'm not into politics, and I don't care about press conferences or-- or public opinion.

All I care about is catching the fucker that did this.

[Camera shutters snapping]

sh*t.

That'll be all.

Lieutenant Morgan, another question.

Is it me, or does our captain look happy our lieutenant just sh*t the bed?

It's not you.

Trust me. I used to be married to her.

Hey, uh, we got one more nut-job to interview.

This preacher, Jeremiah Allen.

So we got to make a house call.

All right. Let's go.

Please tell me it wasn't that bad.

It was pretty bad.

Is that Laguerta's necklace?

I seriously hate you right now.

[Cell phone rings]

Deb, hold on a sec.

Hello?

[Ominous music]

I'll be right there.

Your son's temperature's 104.

We need to get him into surgery ASAP.

His appendix is ruptured.

And what happens now?

We'll do our best to make sure he's okay.

[Harrison crying]

Need you to sign that parental consent.

He's gonna be okay, right?

We'll do everything we can.

[Crying continues]

Hey, buddy, daddy's gonna wait right here till the doctors take good care of you, okay?

[Cell phone rings]

Hello.

Hey, it's, uh, Sam from Good Shepherd.

Uh, your car's ready.

You said you needed it asap, so it's here.

Yeah, can I pick it up tomorrow?

I'm at St. Peter's with my son.

Oh, is everything okay?

He just went into surgery.

Do you need me to bring it to you, 'cause I--

I got to go.

[Phone beeps]

All available nurses to pediatric O.R. 308.

You gave us the wrong address.

It was a sandwich shop.

The preacher, Jeremiah Allen.

He's unlisted.

Fine. Call me back.

Should have taken my car.

Got the GPS.

Just finish up your frita so we can head back to the station.

We'd already be on the way if you let me eat in the car.

No way.

You're not getting grease on Norma.

What? It was my mother's name.

Now I think I know why you're divorced.

f*ckin' waste of an afternoon.

You got a little, like, like, cilantro or something in the--

What?

Is this yours?

No.

It belonged to the kid that sold me the car.

I mean, the weed, the Trans-Am.

I mean, if you're having a mid-life crisis, we can talk about it.

I'm not having a mid-life crisis.

What's wrong with this car? I think it's cool.

Yeah, it's...

What are you doing?

I'm making lemonade.

Put that sh*t away.

We're cops. We're on-duty cops.

So what? It's not like we're gonna hear back from dispatch today anyway.

I haven't smoked that sh*t since I was 16.

Exactly, grandpa. Don't you want to be cool?

Give me that.

[Eric Burdon and w*r's

Spill the Wine]

♪ ♪

[Coughs]

♪ I could feel hot flames of fire ♪
♪ roaring at my back ♪

Dude, quit staring at me.

You're freaking me out.

It's sad.

I can feel how much your heart hurts for Deb.

Oh, dude.

Get your big, f*ckin' sausage hands off me.

That's terrible.

[Cell phone rings]

Batista.

Got it. Thanks.

[Phone beeps]

That was, uh, dispatch.

We got Jeremiah Allen's address.

Jeremiah who?

The guy. The dude.

The, um-- the preacher.

Right. Awesome.

Where's my hat?

♪ Spill the wine ♪
♪ dig that girl ♪

Did you know that children who undergo anesthesia under the age of three are more likely to develop learning disabilities?

Are you doing research?

And once the appendix bursts, the complication rate rises to 59%.

Maybe you should get off the Internet.

You think we should call Astor and Cody, let them know Harrison's in surgery?

No, not yet. I don't want to worry them.

Uh, Deb, is that you on TV?

...Politics or public opinion.

All I care about is catching the [bleep] that did this.

Oh, f*ck.

[Sighs]

Sorry.

Dexter?

Sam, what are you doing here?

I figured if I had a son who was going through surgery, I'd probably want some backup too, so.

Thanks.

Brother Sam?

You came in on the Omar Rivera case.

Are you guys, like, friends now?

Uh.

Yeah, well, I have the auto shop.

We--yep.

I'm gonna go to the cafeteria, see if anything's edible.

Any takers?

I'll browse.

How you holding up?

Honestly, not good.

I hate not knowing if he's gonna be okay, not being able to protect him.

Sometimes you just... got to surrender.

I'm sorry, man.

That--that probably wasn't the...

It's okay.

Best thing to say.

No, it's...

If I was in your situation, I would not want to hear that sh*t.

I'm--

I used to not always be like this.

People used to talk to me about God.

Man, used to make me want to punch 'em in they face.

Really?

Yeah, yeah.

[Sighs]

I used to believe in something else.

What?

The same as you. My dad.

Whatever. That--that didn't work out.

What happened?

[Exhales]

Hey, you got enough on your mind, man.

You don't need to-- want to hear no stories about me and my dad.

No, I appreciate a distraction.

When I was growing up, my dad was a real popular guy.

Everybody knew him.

They used to call him "mister."

He was always working, but I never really knew what he did.

So one day I asked him.

I said, "Daddy, what do you do?"

He looked at me and said, "Whatever I want, whenever I need."

Like that.

Hmm.

He said he was going to... see a friend of his.

So we get there.

He says, uh, "Now go on up there and ring that doorbell for me."

So I do it.

And this man comes to the door.

And he's staring at me, not knowing who I am or why I'm there.

And before I can turn around and say I'm with mister, my dad is standing right there behind me with a p*stol in his hand.

And he takes his p*stol and he points it at this man, and he sh**t him in the face.

k*lled him.

Blood everywhere.

[Sighs]

All on my Superman shirt.

My dad just calmly picks me up, walks to the car, drives off slowly.

And he says, "You did a good job."

He used you.

No surprise I ended up in prison.

So what changed?

[Sighs]

Well, when I first got locked up, them first few months, I was just... mad.

And I just wanted to hurt somebody, anybody.

And this new guy comes in.

And he's just loud and bragging, and, "Yeah, yeah, this, this, that."

I was this, this, that in the street."

And so I'm just looking at him.

I'm thinking to myself, "Okay, when I get a chance, I'ma tune this m*therf*cker up."

So we get yard time, and I'm following him.

And he goes into the chapel.

I sneak up on him, and I start choking him out.

I'm trying to k*ll him.

And then I see this light.

Like, figuratively, or--

No, no, like, for real. Like, light.

Sunlight coming through these chapel windows, and...

I could just see everything around me.

I could see where I was at and what I was doing, and...

I didn't want to do it no more.

And you think that was God?

Dexter, all I know is that when I let that man go...

I never felt that good about nothing in my life.

[Breathes deeply]

I'm gonna grab some coffee.

Yeah.

[Machine whirring, struggling]

Come on.

Come on.

Just let him be okay.

Please let him be okay.

I don't know how this works, but if there's something I need to do in return, I'll do it.

Okay?

You going out with that woman, aren't you?

Her name is Erin.

If you like, I could cancel.

I could stay here with you.

There's more work I could do.

No, we were given free will for a reason, Travis.

You can do whatever you want... as long as you're willing to... accept the consequences God gives you.

It's just dinner.

I'll be back home by 10:00.

Good night.

And your parents, are you close?

Yes, we were.

They d*ed when I was 14. Car wreck.

I am so sorry. That's terrible.

My sister pretty much raised me after that.

Poor thing.

You guys are really lucky that you had each other.

I want you, Travis.

Travis.

[Moaning softly]

[Door opens]

Kid's a champ.

Made it through with flying colors.

Oh, thank God.

I mean, uh, thank you.

Thank you so much, doctor.

My pleasure.

Uh, they're taking him up to recovery now.

You can see him in a few minutes.

I knew he'd be okay.

I got to go. Matthews wants to talk to me.

Probably about the conference.

I'm totally f*cked.

Long day. You should go home.

Are you sure? I can hang.

No, go. I'll call you if anything changes.

Okay. Good night.

Night.

Thanks for staying. You didn't have to.

Not a problem. I wanted to.

I'm glad little man is all right.

Yeah, me too.

I know. "Thank God."

That's just an expression.

I know. Just, uh...

Another marvel of modern science.

Yeah, you put your faith in God, I put my faith in science.

It's cool.

We don't have to believe in the same thing, but... you got to keep an open mind.

You may say I can't prove that God exists, but, uh...

You can't prove he doesn't.

Hmm?

You take care, Dex.

[Knocks]

Deputy chief?

Morgan. Did you see the news?

I been getting calls about it all night.

I did, sir. Let me just say that I am truly, deeply--

Everybody loves my new sparkplug of a lieutenant.

They do?

You're direct. No bullshit.

Well, I was just trying to get the community--

You know, I took a big risk when I promoted you, Morgan.

I took a lot of crap from a lot of people.

But today-- today, you've made me very, very proud.

Your dad would have been proud too.

Keep up the good f*cking work.

Thank you, sir.

Hey.

Which one of you characters drives a Firebird?

Crockett or Tubbs?

You park like a d*ck.

[Laughter]

You guys want to go in my office, tell me what you've been up to?

Well, we'll be right in.

I've been meaning to thank you for that fashion advice.

Really upped my professional factor.

Jesus, Anderson.

You have something to say, say it?

With all due respect, lieutenant, you should probably watch the language.

Well, for your information, Matthews said people liked it.

[Clears throat]

We have a lead.

We been speaking to this preacher, Jeremiah Allen.

Turns out he's obsessed with this Revelation expert, James Gellar.

The professor.

From the University of Tallahassee?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah?

Found this on a Google search for "revelation expert."

It's all about end times.

Yeah. Check this out.

The posts end on the day of our very first crime scene.

I can try and get in touch with him, but--

You--you can't get in touch with him, because he went underground.

Underground. Why?

Ah, now look who's behind the curtain.

I, uh, called the university.

Gellar disappeared three years ago after he got fired.

Ask me why.

Why?

He got accused of stealing an ancient sword.

Like the one Masuka thinks our k*ller could have used in both murders?

Just like that.

Oh, and get this.

This isn't just any Roman sword.

According to medieval legend, this one belonged to John the Revelator.

The guy who actually wrote Revelation.

Huh?

Looks like we just found our number one person of interest.

Good job.

Thank you.

[Seagulls calling]

[Muffled whimper]

You knew this was gonna happen.

No. Please. Let her go.

I like her.

You should have thought about that before you defiled her.

It's the best thing for her.

She's part of God's plan now.

Looks like your prayers were answered.

I was desperate.

Hey, no judgment.

You already talk to an imaginary father figure.

It didn't mean anything.

Are you sure?

Harrison's okay, and you did make that pact.

Come on.

You don't really think there's someone out there holding my I.O.U.

I don't know.

But if there is, you'd better be ready to pay the piper.

[Sighs]

[Cell phone ringing]

[Phone beeps] Hey.

Hey. How's Harrison?

He's fine. He's sleeping.

Are you sure? 'Cause I wouldn't want to bother you--

Deb, just tell me what's up.

Got a call to a crime scene in Coral Gables.

A gardner at the botanical gardens found an Alpha and an Omega outside the greenhouse.

You think it's Doomsday?

Could be. And we might have a suspect.

A middle-aged professor.

I'm not sure if I should leave.

Dexter. Sorry.

I didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything, but if that's work, you should go.

But Harrison--

Harrison is sound asleep.

Between the pain K*llers and the sedatives they gave him, you can probably get there and back before he even wakes up.

Dex, at the risk of sounding like the world's worst aunt, I could really use you on this.

There's blood.

I'll be there.

[Phone beeps]

Call me the minute he wakes up.

I will.

I was drawn to science out of curiosity.

Any questions I had, the answers were already there.

But even science is never certain.

Even the soundest of theories is subject to new data.

And there are some things even science can't explain.

Brother Sam would say it's not an accident that I've stumbled onto a k*ller who seems to have his own kind of faith.

And while I don't believe in an unseen hand creating his own tableau, I do believe I don't have all the answers.

Dex, thanks for coming.

What do we got?

Blood. And f*ckin' fish.

Catch of the day.

It didn't get here on its own.

So where did it come from?

Dex, where are you going?

Over here.

Check this out.

Handle.

[Dramatic note]

Holy sh*t.

In here!

[Muffled screams]

Mm-mm! Mm-mm!

No!

[Muffled scream]

No!

Deb, wait!

Could be another trap.

Oh, God. We have to help her.

Her jugular's punctured.

She's already gone.

Oh, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

k*ll number three. It's official.

He's a serial k*ller.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, everybody.

Listen.

[Distant screeching]

What the hell is that?

It's coming from over here.

[Speaking Spanish]

Locusts.

I'm not looking at Debra's middle-aged professor.

Is this Doomsday number two?

But that's not the look of a m*rder*r.

That's the look of a man with true faith.

I've seen it before on Brother Sam.

Whatever this guy believes, he knows it to be true.