08x09 - Make Your Own Kind Of Music

[bunniefuu]

[Quirky music]
♪ ♪
Previously on Dexter...

I should be focused on who bludgeoned Cassie and why.

But instead, ever since Hannah came back into my orbit, she's all I can think about.

Have you seen that kid around Cassie?

I don't know him.

I'm sorry.

Joey, my friend was m*rder*d.

Once they catch the k*ller, you're not gonna have to be scared anymore, okay?

You know if it were Deb asking you to stay, you wouldn't even put up a fight.

She'd want to catch the k*ller as bad as I do.

Sorry I'm not Deb.

I think Hannah McKay is back in Miami.

Are you interested or not?

Very.

What are you doing here?

I came here for her.

Who the f*ck are you?

Who the f*ck are you?

I don't wanna know.

I don't want to know anything else ever.

She's your problem now.

I can't go to jail, Hannah.

Lose my kids again? I couldn't take it.

We've always stuck together.

That's not gonna change now, is it?

I found your blood underneath Cassie's fingernails.

Zach had nothing to do with Cassie's m*rder.

So how did my blood end up there?

Your plane leaves at 8:00.

27 minutes later you'll land in Nassau.

From there, where you go is up to you.

Where do you think you'll go?

I haven't decided.

Argentina?

[Both sighing]

Every contact leaves a trace.

But the changes--they're never what we anticipate.

I believe Hannah McKay was just in Miami going under the alias of Maggie Castner.

Stay with me.

[Sighs]

I just want to stay here with you.

I know, but you can't.

[Sighs]

Dexter, I'm so sorry about Zach.

I know how much he meant to you.

I need to see Dr. Vogel and figure out our next move.

[Sighs]

You should stay here, inside, out of view.

But I have to see Arlene this afternoon after her shift.

Why?

It's not safe for me to draw money out of Maggie Castner's bank account anymore.

The only money I have is what I've been sending away to Arlene to hold for me.

And I'm gonna need that money to... start a new life.

Okay. "Be careful." I know.

Actually I was gonna say, "I love you."

I love you too.

[Sighs]

[Grunts]

Poor child.

[Sighs]

I'm gonna have to find a way to let the family know.

Just give me a little time before Miami Metro gets brought in.

I will.

This is the song that was playing when I found Zach's body.

[Mama Cass's

Make Your Own Kind of Music]

♪ ♪

Do you know it?

Yes, of course. I used to play it all the time.

Still do.

Does it mean anything?

It's just a pleasant song.

But possibly some of my patients heard me playing it.

♪ They may try and sell ya ♪

[Device clicks off]

There are some signs of a struggle.

[Object scraping against the floor]

They fought here.

This table was out of place.

But whoever did this cleaned up after himself.

There's no blood.

I wish I could understand what this is all about, why he's doing this.

I mean, it's clearly not simply to frighten me.

He's trying to send a message.

But what is the message?

I don't care what his message is.

He k*lled Zach.

He broke into my apartment and dumped his body there.

What if Harrison had been home?

I will find who did this, and I will k*ll him.

I'm sure you will, Dexter.

But you need to remain focused.

I am focused.

Blood.

He missed it.

And a few hairs pulled out by the roots.

There's a big fingerprint in the middle of it all.

Zach's, most likely.

Almost like it was put there deliberately.

Zach learned from me.

He knew the importance of DNA.

It's possible that he ripped these hairs from whoever att*cked him and stuck them there for me to find.

If this is a clue, as you said, then Zach acted with extraordinary calm, rational thought.

Yes.

Something I'm not sure you're doing right now, Dexter.

What?

Your desire to avenge Zach's death, that's an emotional response, possibly fueled by having to say good-bye to Hannah.

I didn't say good-bye to her.

How do you mean?

We're going to make a life together.

Dexter, how?

I don't know.

We'll figure it out.

Over the time I've spent with you, I've come to realize that you're not the perfect psychopath I thought you were.

You have a depth of emotion I never thought possible.

It's true.

I'll find the brain surgeon.

And I'll k*ll him.

But once I do I'm gonna focus on a life with Hannah.

I think you misunderstood my point.

Straddling two worlds as you are, it's dangerous.

K*llers cannot have a full emotional life.

I think you underestimate me.

So this is Maggie Castner's passport photo.

That's Hannah McKay's.

I won't even ask how you got those.

Good. Please don't.

They look pretty much the same.

Have you had contact?

I have not.

Her boat left for St. Kitt's yesterday, but I don't think she was on it.

What makes you think that?

Just a hunch.

A lot of good that does me. What about her husband?

Supposedly in New York City, but there's no record of his jet ever landing there, much less taking off from here, so...don't know.

All right, then. I'll look into this.

There's, uh... there's one more thing.

I'd actually like to be a part of the team on this one.

[Chuckles]

Thanks, but the marshal service doesn't really take on partners.

I understand, but--

If I do happen to find her you'll get your reward money.

Fair enough.

All right.

Deb.

Hey.

I saw you from my car and I-- I had this moment where it was just like old times.

Tell me you're here to see me.

Quinn, actually.

I meant what I said the other day.

We'd love you to come back with us.

I just don't think Matthews would go for it.

He was pissed that I left so abruptly.

You never know, Deb.

I'll leave you two be.

Thanks for coming.

I need to, uh, ask you for a favor.

Yeah. Anything.

I think I know who Cassie's k*ller is, but Matthews asked me to lay off.

The guy's from this rich f*ckin' family.

So I was wondering if you could look into him for me.

Sure. This all you have?

Yup. His info.

Social, address, his name's Zach Hamilton.

Kid's a f*cking serial k*ller in the making.

I think Cassie's the second person he k*lled.

Yeah, I will-- I'll get right on it.

I'm gonna go say hello to Dexter.

The sooner I can identify Zach's k*ller the sooner I can be done with all this and get back to Hannah.

Excuse me, you can't go in there.

Sorry.

Who the f*ck are you?

Hey, hey, hold it.

Deb, this is my daughter Niki.

Niki, this is former lieutenant Debra Morgan.

Oh, sh*t. Sorry.

My dad says that you're, like, a total rock star.

Why'd you leave?

She's a curious one. Come on.

Let's go see someone else.

Nice to meet you.

What the f*ck are you doing with Zach Hamilton?

Quinn called.

He thinks Zach k*lled Cassie.

I thought so too, but I checked it out.

Zach didn't.

What was Zach doing with you and Hannah in the Keys?

Serial K*llers convention?

I was helping Dr. Vogel out.

I don't know why I even ask you these questions.

No one else knows.

Zach's dead.

Now I know.

I don't want to know, 'cause now I'm gonna have to explain how I know.

Kind of, yes.

I was thinking about coming back here.

About being a detective again, doing something good for a change.

But it'll just lead me into another f*cked up situation, won't it?

[Door opens and closes]

[Computer trilling]

A familial match.

...to Dr. Evelyn Vogel?

What?

The hairs we found in Zach's studio--

I ran a mitochondrial DNA match on them.

It tests a person's mother line.

Yeah, I'm aware of this test.

Well, it's a direct match to you.

Zach's k*ller is related to you.

The brain surgeon is related to you.

But how is that possible?

I have no family.

Well, not anymore.

Anymore.

Well, I was married and I had two sons.

Daniel and Richard.

And now?

They're gone.

What happened to them?

One day I found Richard-- he was my youngest-- at the bottom of our swimming pool, dead.

At first I thought it was an accident.

He wasn't a strong swimmer.

Then I realized the truth.

My older son Daniel, he...

He k*lled Richard.

Yes.

Daniel was-- Daniel was highly intelligent.

But he was also very troubled.

Oh, it was much more than that.

He was devoid of empathy, had a complete lack of fear, of the sense of right and wrong.

He was a psychopath.

Realizing this and wanting to find a way to help Daniel led me into this field.

[Opens drawer]

I failed Daniel, I--

I was never able to treat him.

Maybe that's one reason I was so determined to help you.

This is Daniel.

My husband and I covered up his involvement in Richard's death.

Said it was an accident, and... then we put Daniel into a mental health institute.

He was only 14.

Here in Miami?

No.

No, I sent him back to England.

Three years later he was dead.

How?

A fire broke out in the wing where Daniel was living.

Some idiot nurse had left the door locked to take a coffee break.

The children couldn't get out.

Seven of them perished.

One of them was Daniel.

Did you see the body?

No. My husband did.

He was horribly b*rned.

If it was his body.

That's preposterous, Dexter.

He can't be alive.

You said yourself he's highly intelligent.

Could've faked his death.

But after all these years... why would he do these terrible things now?

The brain cores.

Do they mean anything to you?

Well... well, even as a child, Daniel was... aware that he lacked empathy and how I felt about it.

It's possible he boxed some up and left it at my door.

Daniel Vogel would be in his mid-40s.

[Exhales]

Anybody. Nobody.

That guy Cassie was dating.

He was interviewed that night.

[Typing]

Oliver Saxon.

Is it possible this is Vogel's son?

[Beeping]

Daniel Vogel is Oliver Saxon.

You created half a dozen fake I.D.s.

He could've done the same.

The easiest way is to assume the identity of a dead person.

Oliver Saxon, death certificate.

The guy's a fake.

Doesn't mean he's your brain surgeon.

I need to get a DNA sample from him.

[Knock on door]

Dexter, this is deputy marshal Clayton.

He's here on a tip that Hannah McKay is back in Miami.

Uh, sorry if I don't seem glad to meet you.

This is kind of a shock.

I guess that means you haven't talked to her.

Why would I?

I told him that you dated Hannah before you turned her in for the Sal Price murders.

Wasn't the smoothest breakup.

I guess not. And that makes you a target.

[Sighs]

Frankly, the Hannah McKay I knew would be too smart to risk coming back to Miami.

Could be.

Look, I got no definite information she's here.

I'm just following up on a tip.

Yeah, but until we know for sure, I think we should put unis on you just till this plays out.

That's the last thing I need while I'm trying to help Hannah stay hidden.

On the other hand, the brain surgeon's still out there.

And he knows where I live.

Yeah, but I don't need units to watch me, just my apartment and my son when he goes to school.

Don't worry. We're gonna watch Harrison like a hawk.

Deputy marshal Clayton... how do you plan to find Hannah even if she is here?

Well, I'm getting her picture out with the local media asking anyone to call us if they spot her. 'Kay.

But if by some chance she decides you two need to talk things over, be sure and give me a call, won't you?

Of course.

Believe me, I want her behind bars as much as you do.

Okay.

This is exactly what Vogel warned you about.

Trying to straddle both worlds.

You should be following up on Saxon right now.

[Phone line rings]

Let Hannah handle her own problems.

I can do both.

[Phone ringing]

Hey.

Have you gone to see Arlene yet?

No, I was just about to leave.

Don't. I just had a federal marshal in my office.

They know you're here.

Oh, God.

You can't go to Arlene's. You need to lay low.

Dexter, I can't start a new life without that money.

I can give you money.

$1/2 a million?

Well, no.

[Sighs]

Look, I'll drive you, I'm not letting you go by yourself.

Okay, but hurry.

[Phone beeps]

[Phone beeps]

[Sighs]

This marshal changes everything.

We can never be together here.

I know.

What are we gonna do?

Let's get your money, and we'll figure that out later.

You were right.

The hotel manager in Key West positively I.D.ed Zach.

He was down there when she was k*lled.

Where the f*ck do you get your information from?

I have my sources.

Wish I had your sources.

Thought I had this one nailed.

Well, you're at square one. You've been there before.

You'll close it.

Just after the whole sergeant d*ck dance, you know, I feel like I got something to prove.

You're a good cop, Joey, you don't have to prove anything to anybody.

Then there's Jamie, you know, I kind of want to solve it for her.

She was really close to Cassie.

Yeah.

And I just haven't been there for her lately.

What do you mean? I thought she moved in.

I mean, like, emotionally.

Come on, since when are you Mr. Sensitive?

f*ck you, okay?

God.

[Both laugh]

It pours right out of you.

You know, she's always accusing me of comparing you to her.

Oh. Um... well, I mean, I can't really advise you on that.

Puts me in an awkward position.

Why is that?

Because of our history, assh*le.

I mean, history is history, right?

Jamie knew Cassie better than anyone, so maybe you should question her again.

Maybe something'll turn up.

She's just been a wreck about the whole thing.

It's kind of hard to walk the line between caring boyfriend and hard-nosed cop.

I'll talk to her.

Really?

Yeah.

Be fun to play cop again.

That'd be great. Thanks.

You can buy me lunch.

And two f*ckin' desserts.

[Sighs]

This is a nice place.

Yeah, I found that when you're a fugitive asking somebody to hold

$1/2 million for you, incentives are helpful.

So Arlene gets a cut?

She gets what she needs to keep the kids off welfare, and I get--

The Bank of Arlene.

Exactly.

Hey, babe.

Hey, Arlene.

[Chuckles] Aren't you the assh*le who turned her in?

That would be me.

Long story.

Can we come in?

Yeah.

[Rap music playing]

So now we're back together, huh?

How's that gonna work out?

We're figuring it out.

I told the kids there's snakes in here so they wouldn't go near it.

[Exhales]

There you go.

[Engine dies]

Oh, sh*t.

Who's that?

Federal marshal.

Stay here. I'll handle this.

You answer the door. Come with me.

[Knock on door]

Like you've got nothing to hide.

♪ ♪

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm deputy marshal Clayton.

You mind if I ask you a few questions?

Uh, yeah.

Dexter Morgan.

What the hell are you doing here?

Arlene's a friend.

We met through Hannah.

Really, now?

Yeah, I just stopped by to tell her what you told me, that Hannah might be back in Miami.

Yeah, I gotta keep an extra eye on the kids.

♪ ♪

Looks like you, uh, recently changed your address.

It seems like a step up.

Better school district.

It says here you work part time waiting tables at Denny's.

That's right.

That won't buy you a doll's house, let alone pay the rent on this place.

You sure you haven't gotten any help from your friend Hannah McKay, who just happened to have married a man worth over $1/2 billion?

Didn't even know she was married.

It says here you got a record.

Do you have any idea how many years aiding and abetting a fugitive will buy you?

Look, I'm the one who's been... helping out Arlene.

[Sighs]

[Chuckles] Now I see what you two really bonded over.

You sure can pick 'em.

Listen, do me a favor.

Either of you hear from your old friend Hannah McKay, you give me a call.

Of course.

Yeah, we will.

♪ ♪

[Chuckles]

[Door closes]

[Knock at door]

Hey, Deb. Dexter's not here.

I know, I was just driving by and I wanted to say hello to the little man.

Oh.

Look, Aunt Deb, I can write my name.

That's awesome.

I am so sorry about Cassie.

You doing okay working here and everything?

Honestly, no. Not really.

I mean, the cops are watching the place, which helps.

She have a lot of friends?

Yeah. She's pretty popular.

Everyone's just in shock, you know?

Especially Oliver.

Who's that?

This guy Cassie was dating.

Were they dating for a long time?

Just a couple weeks.

I guess it was love at first sight.

At least for him.

What do you mean, "for him"?

Between us, I think Cassie was actually gonna break it off with Oliver, but then he was all, "We should go to the Bahamas for a week."

Bahamas after two weeks of dating?

Yeah, he just kept pushing her into it.

He would not take no for an answer.

You weren't a fan of his, I take it.

Sometimes I just thought he could be a little clingy.

But he was great to Cassie.

Hey, we should all have someone who worships us like that, right?

[Spraying cleanser]

When was the trip to the Bahamas supposed to happen?

This week, I think.

[Phone beeping]

Hey.

Quinn, it's me. I just talked to Jamie.

I think we need to revisit the boyfriend.

Oliver Saxon.

[Latin music playing]

So you think Clayton bought your little story?

I'm not sure.

Either way, he's got your photo all over Miami.

It's not safe for you to go back to the hotel.

You need something private.

Yeah, but where?

I do know of one place.

Something tells me it's the last place I'll want to go.

Debra's, if I can talk her into it.

[Sighs]

I was right.

I can't think of a better option, can you?

Unfortunately, I can't.

[Engine starts]

You mind answering a few more questions?

Anything I can do to help find the guy who did this to Cassie.

This must be really hard on you.

The last few days have been a nightmare.

I still can't even believe it.

I just wish I had time to breathe.

I'm so busy at work.

In fact, I'm already late for an appointment.

This won't take long.

What is it you do, exactly?

Building inspections.

And that's where you were at the time of Cassie's death?

Yes.

You're welcome to take a look at my workbook.

I was in Sunny Isles, inspecting a new condo.

Just a few minutes away from here.

Yes.

You must be pretty busy, huh?

I'm booked wall to wall for the next few weeks.

Oh, really?

I thought you and Cassie were planning a trip to the Bahamas.

How were you gonna work that in?

I... guess that was a little crazy.

Cassie kept pushing for it, and I didn't want to disappoint her.

Oh, it was her idea?

Yeah.

She really wanted a romantic getaway.

Seems a little fast, don't you think?

After a few weeks of dating.

I know it's hard for most people to understand, but we had something special.

And we both knew it.

Look, I'm really sorry, you guys.

I've got to get going.

Maybe we can pick this up later?

Yeah, no. We'll come back another time.

That would be great. Thanks.

He lied to us.

[Chuckles]

About what?

Jamie said that whole Bahamas thing was his idea.

It was a way for Cassie not to dump him.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean he's a k*ller, you know.

I mean, he just could be f*ckin' obsessed with her.

Yeah, well, it wouldn't hurt to look into it.

You know, look a little deeper into his alibi.

I'll get on that.

Feel that?

What?

Us, you know, working together again.

It's nice, you know?

Yeah, I mean, it's a lot better than doing background checks for Elway.

Yeah.

I forgot how much I like it.

sh*t.

Ah...I'm sorry.

I don't know why I did that.

Let's just pretend you didn't.

Okay.

Okay.

[Waves crashing]

What the f*ck?

Sorry, we let ourselves in.

You two should talk alone.

I need a place where Hannah can stay.

And you want that to be my place?

There's a federal marshall after her.

He knows she's in Miami.

He's gonna do everything he can to find her.

It's the only move I could think of.

To bring Hannah to my house?

I know.

It's only for a couple of nights.

Just... until I can get her out of Miami.

Please?

A couple of nights, that's it.

[Sighs]

Thank you.

You could also thank me for getting Quinn off Zach's trail.

How?

Simple. Get him to focus on the boyfriend.

Oliver Saxon.

Saxon? You think he did it?

Well, he's a damn good suspect.

Quinn and I talked to him today.

If Saxon thinks the police are onto him, he'll know that I'm onto him.

You should stay away from Saxon, Deb.

He could be more dangerous than you think.

What are you talking about?

I can't go into it right now, but please just... do as I ask.

[Snorts]

I knew going back to the force would put me in a f*cked-up situation.

Here it is, ahead of schedule.

He's all yours.

You'll be okay here?

Sure.

We'll just hang.

[Snorts]

If Deb and Quinn did anything to spook Saxon, I have to act fast.

I'm too late. He's already moved out.

But if this has his DNA, I can check it against the hairs I found at Zach's studio.

Here you go.

Are we going to see Hannah?

Hannah? Why?

I saw her on TV.

They said people are looking for her.

Is she in trouble?

No, she's fine. Hannah's... just popular.

You miss her?

Yeah.

I liked playing with her.

She was nice.

I wish she could be my mom.

[Computer chimes]

It's a match.

Saxon is Vogel's son.

Daniel.

He's going by the name of Oliver Saxon.

He was dating my neighbor until he k*lled her in her apartment two doors down from mine.

Do you have any idea where he is?

No, he cleared out of his place.

He could be anywhere right now.

Suppose you do find him, Dexter.

What are you going to do?

What do you think?

I don't know how I feel about that.

He's m*rder*d four innocent people, and he k*lled Zach Hamilton.

He's my son.

There's nothing you can do for him.

I can--I can try putting him back into a safe facility where he can't hurt himself or anyone else.

I'm not going to let you k*ll him, Dexter.

I'm sorry.

You brought me into this.

Because I didn't know who he was then.

Try and understand, my youngest son is gone forever.

Maybe I have a second chance with Daniel?

You really believe that?

You have a son.

Wouldn't you believe it?

This second chance she wants could get us both k*lled.

But, for her own sake, I have to tell her what she wants to hear.

Fine, we'll do it your way.

Just... help me find him.

Is there a way to reach out to him?

I don't know.

Think.

The Mama Cass song that he left playing in your apartment...

What about it?

One of the few happy memories I have with Daniel was when he was a little boy, and every Saturday, I'd take him to the King's Bay Cafe in the marina.

There was a juke box there.

And Daniel would always play that song.

Maybe it's more than a happy memory.

Maybe it's an invitation.

King's Bay Cafe. It's still there.

[Sighs]

Saxon's been one step ahead of us this whole time.

We know he stole your computer files.

But how could he have known about Zach Hamilton?

We met him after that.

The detailed notes that you keep on your computer...

Yes?

I think Saxon's been monitoring your laptop.

It wouldn't be hard.

You just need the right spyware.

We can use this.

Write an entry in your journal saying that you're going to the King's Bay Cafe tomorrow morning.

And you think he'll read it and go there?

Well, you said yourself he's been trying to send you a message.

He wants to see you.

I don't like deceiving Vogel.

But if it's the only way to get to Saxon...

You had no choice, Dex.

You had to lie to her.

I just can't believe Vogel still thinks her son can be helped.

Well, it's not that crazy.

After everything he's done.

You would want to help Harrison, wouldn't you?

[Sighs]

Vogel pretty much made the same point.

She's right. I mean, look at what your own father did to protect you.

[Sighs]

Right or not, Saxon needs to be stopped.

I'm putting him on my table.

And how is Vogel going to feel about that?

I can't worry about it now.

At least she'll be alive.

Well, you'll figure it out.

I'm glad you're here.

[Sighs] I want to be able to keep being here for you, Dex.

But?

But there's no life for me here in Florida.

We both know it.

I can have a life somewhere else far away from here... in Argentina.

Maybe we all can.

You and Harrison could meet me there.

We can start over.

It would be hard on Harrison to uproot his whole life.

At first, it might be, but sometimes change is a good thing.

Sometimes it can--

Yes.

Me, you, and Harrison... we're gonna move to Argentina.

We'll make it work, Dex.

I can give my notice at Miami Metro, say I'm burnt out.

I'm taking Harrison to travel for a while.

Only Debra will know the truth.

[Indistinct chatter]

Lieutenant.

Have you heard anything on the whereabouts of Zach Hamilton?

Zach Hamilton?

You made it pretty clear that we back away from him.

I just got a call from his parents.

They haven't heard from him in days.

Did they file a missing persons report?

They just did.

Look...in case he does turn up, I want to be the first to know.

I'll make sure of it.

Deb, thanks for coming in.

Yeah. What's up?

Welcome back to Homicide, detective.

You'll earn your way back up.

You don't know how happy this makes me feel.

It's like the family coming together again.

We gotta celebrate.

Yeah.

What?

It's all happening so fast.

And?

Would you rather it happened slow?

I just... need some time... to think about it.

What's there to think about?

Thought this is what you wanted?

It is.

I mean, I thought it was.

I don't get it.

I just need a little time, you know.

Take all the time you need.

Hey...

Hold on to this.

Hey.

Hey.

I, uh, tried getting in touch with Saxon, but, uh, he's not answering his phone.

And, uh, went by his place. He cleared out.

sh*t.

Yeah.

At least we're on the right track.

Yeah.

Good luck with that.

Deb...

I, uh, wouldn't have gotten this far without you.

I'm glad I could help.

[Soft guitar music playing]

♪ ♪

You cleaned.

A little.

Well, I hope I can still find sh*t.

I used to know where everything was.

Hungry?

Are you kidding?

Totally fair.

Well, I am gonna eat, and I made enough for you too.

You going back?

How the f*ck can I go back?

My brother's a serial k*ller.

And I have another one hiding out in my house, eating salad.

Sorry.

It was stupid to think that I could go back.

Well, I know a lot about wanting things that you can't have.

I wish, somewhere along the line, I'd learned to take no for an answer.

Would have made my life a lot easier.

But you didn't?

I'll take that one.

Fine.

Well, it's just who I am.

And, uh... something tells me that you might be kind of the same way.

Maybe that's the one thing we have in common.

[Giggles] I can't believe I'm eating food you made.

It's not bad, though, right?

No.

Mm.

All right, two-minute warning, Harrison.

Swim lessons are calling.

Almost done.

Sorry about this police protection business.

No, it's good.

I'm actually glad that they're here.

I mean, if Hannah were to stop by, poor Harrison would probably run right to her.

He's not the only one.

[Knock at door]

Dexter, hope I'm not intruding.

No, not at all.

Come in.

All right.

What can I do for you?

Just checking in and making sure everything's okay.

Yeah, everything's fine.

Well, good to hear.

I'm thinking the Hannah McKay thr*at has pretty much d*ed down.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I mean, if she was here, I'm pretty sure she's gone.

So I'm gonna recommend we pull off your protective detail.

Okay.

All right.

And what's your name?

Harrison.

Harrison.

Wow. Is this your family?

Mm-hmm.

Is this your daddy?

That's you, right?

Mm-hmm.

Now, who's the pretty lady?

That's my mom.

Your mom?

Hey, why don't you go grab your towel, bud?

Swim time.

Come on, let's go, little shark man.

He lost his mother when he was just a baby.

I think drawing her helps him feel closer to her.

Sure.

Well, we really do need to get going, uh... thanks for checking in.

All right, take care.

[Sighs]

[Phone ringing]

[Knock on glass]

Hey, you got a sec?

Sure.

[Door shuts]

Closing the door. That's never a good sign.

So Hannah McKay dated your brother, huh?

You didn't think to mention that to me at all?

Thought never crossed your mind?

I didn't think it was important.

What else are you not telling me?

I don't know, but if I told you--

Drop the bullshit, Morgan.

What happened in the Keys?

You see her?

No.

I don't believe you. 'Cause you either saw her, or your brother told you to lay off--

Well, what if he did? What does it even matter?

Oh, I'll give you

250,000 reasons why.

But, clearly, you and I have different priorities.

My brother? Yeah. We do.

You know, after all the things that I've done for you, I find it hard to believe that you could do this.

I really do.

And maybe you need to ask yourself if this is the right job for you.

And if not, why don't you get the f*ck out? 'Cause I could use the office space for somebody that gives a sh*t.

Oh, Dexter.

Sorry, I... know I'm early.

I'd make you some coffee, but I only have tea.

That'll do.

I warn you, it's strong.

I need all the help I can get this morning.

Thanks.

Just so we're clear, I'm meeting up with Daniel, and I'll lead him out of the cafe, where you will sedate him.

And--and we'll take him to a facility.

Every time I close my eyes, I-I still see his face.

Daniel.

Yes.

Now to learn that he's alive is just too good to accept.

It is hard to believe.

But another part of me knows it's true.

[Chuckles]

And I'm going to see him.

My son.

My little boy.

He still exists.

No--no matter what he's done.

Uhh!

[Cup and saucer clatter]

I thought one of Hannah's potions would be gentler than my needle.

Now Vogel will never have to face what her son has become.

[Bell jingles]

Can I get a cup of coffee please?

I'll bring that right over.

[Coin clanks]

Here you go.

[Mama Cass's

Make Your Own Kind of Music]

♪ ♪
♪ Nobody can tell ya ♪

[Bell jingles]

Hey, Lucy.

Hi.

♪ There's only one song worth singin' ♪

[Coin clanking]

[Mama Cass's

Make Your Own Kind of Music]

♪ ♪
♪ Nobody can tell ya ♪

He's played that song three times.

When is he gonna give up?

[Indistinct chatter]

I'll follow him until I find a quiet place to grab him.

For Vogel's own good, it's time I k*lled the messenger.

[Bell jingles]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Engine starts]

Saxon must have spotted you.

He's good at this.

He might think Vogel sent you, Dexter.

He could going to her house right now.

[Phone beeps, line ringing]

You've reached Dr. Evelyn Vogel.

I'm not available at this time.

Please leave a message.

[Rattles door handle] Evelyn!

You drugged me.

You have every right to be upset, but I was only trying to protect you.

Where's Daniel?

[Sighs]

He got away. That's why I'm here.

To warn you.

Well, I consider myself warned.

And I think it best from here on out that I handle this myself.

It's not safe. Or smart.

I appreciate your concern, and I'm grateful for everything you've done.

But this is a family matter.

You once called yourself my spiritual mother.

Doesn't that make us family?

Well, after what happened this morning, Dexter, how can I trust you?

[Scoffs]

Well, trust me or not, I'm going to take care of Daniel.

Your safety and mine depend on it.

And after that, I'm on my way with Hannah.

On your way?

I'm leaving Miami with her.

We're going away together with Harrison.

You know that won't end well.

And you trusting Daniel, that he's not gonna hurt anyone again-- how will that end?

Leave this alone, Dexter.

Vogel thinks I'm unique, caught between two worlds-- my humanity and my darkness.

Maybe I always will be, but I can't imagine a life without Hannah in either one.

After this morning, I won't have to.

Vogel is on her own, and so am I.

I'll k*ll Saxon and leave Miami forever.

So now do you believe me?

Yes.

You didn't send him.

Are you hungry?

How about a little breakfast?

Okay.

Mom.