Dexter: New Blood (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Too Many Tuna Sandwiches - full transcript

Harrison! Harrison!

You're gonna start seeing
a therapist. Besides therapy,

you'll go two places: home
and school. You got that?

The day after that,
we will canvass the caves.

We will not stop

until we find your son.

The caves? You
think he's that far out?

There he
is. Matt Caldwell.

Who the fuck was that?

Why would Kurt lie?

You ruined everything.



The rest of this town
thinks I'm a fucking hero,

and my own dad thinks I'm what?

Now, in those moments,

when all you see is red...

A liar? An animal?

...go and do something kind

for the person
that's pissing you off.

When's the first
time you felt that?

The feeling that
something is off.

My best friend disappeared.

Oh, by the way.

Coach Logan said I
made the wrestling team.

He said his dad's
name isn't Jim Lindsay.

"The Keeper" by Chris Cornell



I come from far away

My boots don't know this ground

But they know it's real

It doesn't take too long

For this road to become

A battlefield

And before I let

One more fire go out

Understand that I won't give

One inch of ground

From beneath yours and my feet

Oh!

I may not be the keeper

Of the flame

But I am the keeper...

I used to
do the same thing

after royally
fucking up as a kid.

Anything to get on
Dad's good side again.

I'm not angry about
Harrison's OD.

Just worried.

You think therapy
was the right call?

Few more sessions,

he'll be bringing
you breakfast in bed.

What?

I'm proud of you.

You're doing the right
thing. Not like Harry did.

Let him show it

to you on his own.

This is not a good idea.

Well, maybe it's not as dire
as you think.

My son working for the
father of my last victim?

Seems pretty dire.

And that's the fucking problem,
right?

No one can live with a
motherfucking psycho

who's addicted to murder.

It's cold
as hell out there.

You got to admit, though,
it's-it's pretty sweet

having a forest for a backyard.

I appreciate you
doing the chores.

I got some good
advice yesterday.

Figured I'd try it out.

A-And I know
I've been a little...

negative since I got here,

but I-I really do
appreciate everything.

Giving me a place to stay...

Sticking out of your bag.

Yeah.

Uh, I was gonna tell you.

Uh, I n-need your signature on it,
actually.

You know,
if this is about extra money,

I could pay you for the chores.
No, that's not it. I...

could use a little independence.

I ran into Kurt. He told me

he needed someone
to do odd jobs.

Just washing trucks.
It's nothing major.

I'm not sure a truck stop's

the best place
for your first job.

Why not?

Well, it might not be that safe.

I spent a lot of time at
truck stops on my way here.

You know,
when I was searching for you.

I never had a problem
I couldn't handle.

Yeah. I don't
know. I don't always get

the best feeling
from Kurt Caldwell.

Kurt?

Well,
maybe I know him better than you.

A-Are you gonna
sign this or not?

Sorry. We'll work
something else out.

Maybe you can pick up
a weekend shift at Fred's.

Y-You abandoned me,

and now you get to make
all my decisions?

You know,

I didn't go to
therapy last night.

I talked to Kurt. He's the
one who convinced me

to do your stupid
fucking chores.

You should be thanking him.

I'm taking the job.

Why is Kurt Caldwell

suddenly so interested

-in my son?

Fucking waste.

All this aggravation
ain't satisfactionin' me

A little more bite
and a little less bark

A little less fight and
a little more spark

Close your mouth
and open up your heart

And, baby,
satisfy me, satisfy me

License and registration.

Yes,
Mistress. Officer. Sorry. Uh...

Not that one.

The one for Dexter Morgan.

Drive directly to the station.

I'll follow to make
sure you don't get lost.

Whatever you did,
hon, just say sorry.

Welcome to the club,
man.

I got a Spotify breakup
playlist for later.

Technically,
faking your death isn't a crime.

That's not what this is about.

You've been lying to me
since the first day we met.

This has nothing to do with you.

What the hell is it about, then?

What,
are you running from something?

I was running.

Running from death.

From all the killing.

My wife, Rita--

Harrison's mother--

was murdered.

And then my sister,

Deb.

The closest person
to me in the world.

And it was all just...

...too much.

Look, I know you understand
what grief does to you.

With your husband and Iris.

But you're stronger than I am.

I couldn't go back to homicide

with all the blood
and violence and...

hopelessness.

I couldn't be Dexter
Morgan anymore.

He was cursed.

And I wasn't gonna
pass that curse

down to Harrison.

So I drove my boat
into that hurricane.

I wanted to die.

But somehow,
I survived. And I took it

as a sign that I
could start over.

And so I did.

As Jim Lindsay.

For the first time in my
life since I left Miami,

I'm happy.

I never thought
that was possible.

This life with you

and now with Harrison...

It's what I've always needed.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I never meant to
hurt you. Or anyone.

Every time I called you Jim,
it was a lie.

You turned my life into a lie.

And Harrison.

After you abandoned him.

And I'm making that right.

But maybe you can't.

No wonder he's
having so much trouble.

Your issues are
becoming his issues.

If you want a real
relationship with him,

you should start by
acknowledging that.

I will.

I've gotten him into therapy.

You're the one
who needs therapy.

To even have a chance at
a real relationship with him.

Or-or anyone.

Are you breaking up with me?

All I know is relationships
are built on trust.

How can I ever trust you, Jim?

Or Dexter.

Whoever the fuck you are.

Maybe we can talk about
this over dinner tonight?

I-I don't want any more time

with Jim right now.

Are you gonna keep my secret?

Oh, God, just go.

Who
could've found me out?

Ah. Sup, Big Guy?

A true
crime-obsessed podcaster

from out of town?

Could be.

All right.

So, I was thinking,

the best version of the story

is if Kurt had something to do

with Matt's disappearance,
right?

I-I have no idea what
you're talking about right now.

Honestly,
it's just not a good time.

Kurt has no idea that you and I

are working together.

What if I interviewed him?

Caught him in a
lie? It would be huge.

Think Robert Durst's
confession on The Jinx.

But with an Asian lead.
Molly, the last thing

I need right now is
you spooking a suspect

before I've built a
case against him.

Well, yeah. I mean,
I'm gonna be wearing,

like, a wire. He'll never know.

You need to stay away
from Kurt Caldwell.

Do not talk to him.

Do not go near him.

Fine.

Guess I'll just

go back to my shitty
hotel room and not pursue

the biggest story of my life.

Excuse me,
could you spare a few dollars?

Uh, yeah.

Oh, thank you.

Hey.

I'm Kurt. I own this place.

Sorry. I'll move on.
No.

I don't need you
to leave. It's okay.

Just want to make
sure you're all right.

You need anything?

Few bucks or, uh,
some food or anything?

Um, really?
Yeah.

That is so sweet. Thank you.

Sure.
Um, I'm Winnie.

Winnie.

Where's home, Winnie?

Uh,
Maine. Near the Canadian border.

Uh, heading all the way to San Diego,
though.

Got to get out of
this fucking snow.

Yeah,
I hear that. Yeah.

So, uh, look,
I-I have to finish up around here,

but, uh,
can I give you a ride somewhere?

Maybe move you a little
further down the road?

Um, yeah. That'd be great,
actually.

Let me just--
 Babe!

Oh,
there's my boyfriend. I hope that's cool.

 I got us a ride

all the way to Indianapolis,

but we got to leave now.

Thank you for the cash.
 Yeah.

 You're a good guy.
Okay.

 Bye.

Fuck.

Mr. Caldwell.

Harrison. What's up?

Uh, I-I wanted to thank
you for the talk last night.

Yeah.
And, um...

And I decided I wanted the job.

Oh, great.

Uh, your, uh,
your father didn't sign this.

Is he okay with it?

He-he isn't.

And I don't give a shit.

Okay, then.

Is that Lindsay with an A-Y

or Lindsey with an E-Y?

Uh, A-Y.
"Jim Lindsay."

A-Y.

Great. Welcome to the team.

Yeah? Just like that?

Yeah, just like that.

Can you start tomorrow?

Um...

I, um... Actually, there...

I have a-a big
wrestling match then.

Um, it-it's my first one.

Oh, yeah? I didn't know you
were on the wrestling team.

I've been a big supporter

since my son, Matt,
was the captain.

Great. Okay. Well, no problem.

You start the day after.

Hey, and if I can,
I'll try to make the match.

Could she
know the truth about me?

My other family...

Finishing up
our Sunshine State

murder extravaganza,
and I've saved the best for last.

The Bay Harbor Butcher.

You know the nickname,
and you know what he did.

Dismembered his victims,

bagged the bloody bits in
Heftys and tossed 'em in the Bay.

Dozens of bodies strewn
across the ocean floor.

Ah, the good old days.

Make no
mistake. This motherfucker

was one of the most brutal,
prolific serial killers

of all time. And get this.

His victims were
usually criminals

who'd gotten away with it.

That's some
Batman-level vigilante shit.

And it's why Miami
Metro Homicide

came to believe the
Butcher was one of their own:

Sergeant James Doakes.

But what if they were wrong?

'Cause here's the thing. I
did some digging on Reddit.

I found a guy who claims

he did Special Ops with Doakes.

He says Doakes
was out of the country

doing classified shit

when some of the
BHB killings took place.

But the powers that be
were more than happy

to close an embarrassing
case down after--

wait for it--

Doakes got blown up
in an Everglades cabin

before he could be arrested!

As one does in Florida.

Well, maybe the police didn't
want to keep investigating

the biggest case in
Miami Metro history,

but I fucking do.

Because if I'm right,

the Bay Harbor Butcher
could still be out there.

Still feeling all butchery.

Still a threat.

I do feel
a little butchery.

She could definitely
be Angela's source.

Is she coming for me?

"Trouble's Coming"
by Royal Blood

I let my demons take
hold and choke on me

Can't fill these
holes that I'm digging

Can't stop my heart
when it's sinking

But if I could, then I would

If I could, then I would

If I could...

Hey, yo.

Glad you're okay, bro.
Thanks, man.

See you at the match.

We're gonna kill
those fucking guys.

Fuck Moose Creek!

Harrison. Hey.

Hey.
Been looking for you.

How are you doing?

I'm... I'm good.

Is your dad, like,
totally pissed?

You grounded until college?

Mm, not grounded.

I'm fine.

You're becoming a bit
of a legend around here.

Since you're not grounded,

maybe we can hang tonight?

No Kill List parties this time.

Maybe something a bit mellower?

Like...

studying for the chem quiz?

Yeah. Sounds cool.

Shit.

Uh...

Actually, uh, no,
I-I can't. Um...

My dad's making sure I
go to this therapy thing.

But, uh, another night?

Soon?

For sure.

Cool.

I'm glad you're here.

So,

what would you like to
get out of this session?

Well...

Uh...

It's been a whirlwind
since Harrison arrived.

We've had a few
bumps in the road.

Some trouble at school.

Then his overdose.

Could use some tips on how
to communicate better, I guess.

What do you think, Harrison?

I-I think our problems started
a long time before I got here.

It hasn't exactly been
easy being Jim's son.

What do you mean by that?

Brace yourself.

Well,
when I was five, uh,

my stepmom told
me my dad was dead.

So we-we left the country,

just me and my stepmom, Hannah.

And then she died, too.

But for real.

Of cancer.

And then I-I went
into foster care,

which was its own special hell.

And I would lie awake at night

and dream that my dad was alive

and that he-he'd come

take me away from all this shit.

And then, one day,
I found his letter.

The one that he wrote to Hannah

saying that he was alive

and that he'd, like,
abandoned us.

Me.

And wasn't coming back.

So, when I was old enough,
I took off.

Searching for him.

I wanted answers.

I wanted to look him
in the eye and ask him

how he could pretend
like I didn't fucking exist.

There have been
bumps in the road

since I got here?

Maybe that's why.

Maybe that's why I got high,
too.

To forget all this
shit for a while.

Hmm.

How would you respond to that,
Jim?

It was a difficult time.

For everyone.

I wish things had
been different.

Well,
thanks for your honesty.

But for this to work,

you're going to have
to dig a little deeper.

The problem is the only
people you're ever honest with,

you end up killing.

Kurt Caldwell.

What the hell are you hiding?

 Um...

If you ever want to
talk about anything...

Um, Jim?

Nope.

Actually, Logan?

If you promise not to talk
about Jim or relationships,

I do have something I'd
like to pick your brain on.

Yeah.

Matt Caldwell.

Our past informs our present

and, by extension, our future.

I've always loved that quote
from the movie Magnolia.

Um,
"We may be through with the past,

but the past isn't
through with us."

Yeah, I didn't see that one.
 Hmm.

Aren't we supposed to be talking
about my dreams or something?

I was thinking

we could talk a bit about your past,
actually.

Your childhood.

Where to begin, Dex?

The fact that you're talking
to your dead sister right now

in this room?

Or your mother being
chopped up in front of you?

Or your adoptive cop dad

teaching you to be a
serial killer?

You should talk.
They're waiting for you.

It was a typical childhood.

Average.

I was adopted when I was young.

I don't remember
much before that.

You both share
abandonment issues.

A pain like that

shapes a person for years.

Some believe it can
even be passed down.

Inherited trauma.

Tell me about
your adopted family.

Um, my adopted mother
died when I was in high school.

But my dad, Harry, was great.

Uh, so was Deb, my sister.

I went to college. Got a job.

Married Harrison's mom.

That marriage
sort of fell apart,

and I ended up moving
around for a while.

The marriage fell apart?

Uh, m-my mom was killed by
a serial killer.

But...

You don't...

He was so young.

You don't remember
anything about it.

Do you?

No.

Just the, uh,

just the fucked-up
shit I heard online.

How do you feel

about what happened back then,
Jim?

Uh...

It was a long time ago.

I guess I've made my peace.

How are you feeling right now?

Abandoned.

That's understandable.

After everything
you've been through--

Mm, no.

No. I-I mean...

abandoned here.

On this couch.

Okay, if Matt wasn't in
that hotel in New York,

who was?
Don't know.

Kurt had some behemoth
check in under Matt's name.

I'm pretty sure he's got his
son hidden away somewhere.

Look, I know all this shit,
it sounds sketchy.

But I've known
Kurt my whole life.

Doesn't change what he did.
 Look, all I'm saying

is when I lost my
dad in that car crash,

Matt and Kurt Caldwell
were there for me.

All the way through
graduating the Academy.

And I can't say that for
everyone in this town.

I know this is hard for you.

But I need you to stay objective

with me here.
Well, I-I don't get it.

Kurt pushed us to
keep the search going.

He did until he didn't.
And that was what day?

Uh, here.

Okay.

And then the next day,
we were going to search by...

Clarke Caves.

And Kurt wanted us to stop
looking 'cause Matt was alive.

Or maybe there's
something out there

he didn't want us to find.
Oh, come on.

Just go with me on this.

What if...

What if Matt's dead

and Kurt's hiding
his body out there?

You think Kurt
killed his own son?

I'm not saying it
was on purpose.

Look, Matt comes home
drunk after being on a bender.

He confesses
to killing the deer.

Wants Daddy to
bail him out. Again.

Things get heated.

So Kurt lied for a reason.

So...

We're going to search up
at Clarke Caves tomorrow.

Okay.

Oh, shit.

Oh, right.

You're coaching
that wrestling match

against Moose
Creek tomorrow night.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Teddy?

How do you feel about
a trip to the Caves?

Sign me up.
 No, no, no,

no, no. I-I-I can
change some things around.

It's--
No, no, we got it.

You just make sure your
boys kick Moose Creek's ass.

I'm gonna eat in
my room. Homework.

Come on.

Just eat with me. Let's talk.

If you won't talk
about real shit

in therapy,
why would this be any different?

 Shit.

I can't just be

another story on your podcast.

What do you know, Molly Park?

Hey. You want to grab a drink?

So, thanks for coming.

Since you've known
Angela longer than I have,

I thought maybe you
could give me some tips

on how to patch
things up with her.

You came to the right guy.

Okay.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. You have

no idea how many books I've
read about this. Okay, okay.

Number one.

As much as you may want to,

don't go jump into some
rebound relationship.

It just makes things awkward

when you're trying
to get back together.

I've been there.

No rebound. Check.
Then

you and Angela have
to have what I call

a trust chat.

A trust chat?
Yeah.

Obviously, you've broken
her trust in some way.

So schedule a time

and talk about
what it means to...

to trust each other. Hmm?

Hmm?
Yeah, this is good.

This is good.

Molly is lucky to be dating you.

Yeah. Yeah.

Turns out, um,

I had to use the breakup
playlist with her, too.

No! What happened?

I don't know,
Jim. I-I thought we had a connection.

Well, if she's not here for you,
then why is she sticking around?

I mean,
with Matt being alive and all?

Is she planning on some
new story or something?

Oh, that's a good question.

Molly and Angela have
been meeting in secret,

working on something.

Angela hasn't told you?

I'm doomed.

Harrison?

You know my mom's a cop,
right?

You know how to use nunchucks?

Mom showed me a
lot of Bruce Lee movies

when I was little.

What are you doing here?

Uh, couldn't sleep.

Can't get out of my head.

I thought maybe, um...

you'd want to, I don't know...

talk?

Come here.

What's up?

Um...

I-I went to a therapist
with my dad today.

It all seemed so useless.

I'm just so angry.

Like, like, all the time.

I can't shake it.

A lot of bad shit has
happened to you.

If my dad dumped
me like my bio mom did

so he could just
do his own thing?

I'd be a fucking rage machine.

I don't know. I...

I think about...

...hurting people.

Like with Ethan.

I mean, that was different.

You had to.

And you saved us.

Yeah, well,
th-that wasn't my first time.

Hurting someone.

On-on my way up
here from Florida,

some asshole tried to touch me

while I was asleep
at a bus station.

Someone molests me,
they get chucks upside their head.

You were protecting yourself.

Totally normal.

I don't know. I...

I think about hurting...

...everyone.

All the time.

I get it.

Even though I was a baby
when my bio mom left us,

it still screwed with my head.

I mean,
if your own mother ditches you,

that kind of rejection
is hard to shake.

It's so hard not to feel
mad at the world all the time.

It was just me and
my dad for a while.

Then Dad met Angela. Thank God.

They married,
and she adopted me.

Thank God.

I finally had a real mom.

But then when Dad died...

...that's when the
major anger set in.

I mean, what the fuck?

Right?

Right.

Mom-Angela--

brought me here to Iron Lake.

This amazing and beautiful place

where she had family.

And I thought I'd found my community,
you know?

The Seneca Nation.

But because my bio mom was white

and only my dad
had Seneca ancestry,

it feels like I don't
belong anywhere.

Always outside looking in.

That's the type of
thing that fucks you up.

We're outsiders, you and me.

But it doesn't
have to destroy us.

Honey?

I've got to take
off early today. I...

Uh, hi, Mrs. Bishop.

That's Chief Bishop. Get
dressed and go to my car.

Your son was in my
daughter's bed this morning.

Wait.

What?

Handle this.

Harrison, you cannot just sneak
out in the middle of the night.

And you certainly can't--
Did you even know I was gone?

So, you had no idea.

Zero.

You think I stand over your
bed and watch over you all night?

My teenage son? Is
that what you want?

I got to get ready for school.

What should I do?

If you don't know,
then I certainly don't.

We can only hope that
they used protection.

'Cause there's one thing
I guaran-fucking-do-know

and that is that you are not
ready to be a grandfather.

At least I don't have to

have the sex talk with him.

God, that would've been awful.

There's not much you can
say to him right now, right?

So let things calm down.

You know? Just
give him some space.

Feed him some breakfast.

And then take care
of this Molly situation.

I can't let
Molly take all this away.

Serial killer podcaster

in deep conversation with
the man whose son I killed?

Perfect.

Right.
And she...

Hey, Jim.

Oh, hey, Kurt.

What kind of trouble
are you two brewing?

Oh, we're just shooting the shit.

It's not every day
you get to yak it up

with a for-real radio star.

Ah, no, podcast star.

Radio's dead.
 Hey, Jim.

Usual?
You know what?

I just found out that too
much tuna is bad for ya.

I'll take a pastrami on rye.

You want fries with that?
Yeah.

Let's live dangerously.

Something for nothing

And you want a love that's real

Great. See you there.

Deal.

We both got to give

Yeah

And we've got the same
kind of thing goin' on

We've got the same
kind of thing goin' on

So,
this-this podcasting thing--

that's what brought you to
our little town, is it?

No.

Oh?
It was your son.

His going missing.

You know, my instincts told me

that something more was
going on than just a dead deer.

Well,
you must've been pretty disappointed

when he ended up alive
and well in New York then.

Yeah, Molly. Why did you stay?

About that...

You know, I went to...

What was the place
called? The Gramercy Suites.

To interview Matt.

He wasn't there.

You know,
this despite the fact that you said

you had FaceTimed with him?

So it isn't

the Bay Harbor
Butcher. It's still Matt.

But the last thing I need is
for her to devote a podcast

to "Where in the
World is Matt Caldwell?"

Okay. You caught me.

Matt was never in New York City.

And I lied about
FaceTiming with him.

But the truth is...

my fuck-up of a son

showed up at my lodge drunk

and a real mess.

This,
after all these good people

had been out
looking for him for...

a week in the cold.

So why the lie?

Yeah,
Kurt. Why the lie?

Well, I didn't want
the tribe coming after him

for shooting some
stupid white deer.

And half the people pissed off

that they went looking for
him to begin with. I mean,

I-Look,
maybe it was a bad decision.

I don't know.

So where is he now?

He's hiding out.

At my cabin.

Okay,
that's impossible.

Been in the
family for four generations.

Kind of off-the-grid.
Nobody really knows about it.

Look, uh...

how 'bout if I make you a deal?

I fucking love making deals.

So, what if I take you
out to the cabin

and you can ask Matt
whatever you want to ask him?

I mean, the only thing is
you can't tell anybody

where you're going,
where Matt's hiding.

Especially not the local PD.

At least not until his
side of the story is out.

What do you say?

Yes and yes. Mister...
Yeah?

...you got yourself a deal.
I'm gonna grab my things.

I'll see you outside.
Attagirl. Good.

What the
hell is Kurt doing?

No electric wires coming in.

Generator.

Propane tank for power.

This place is as
off-the-grid as they come.

This is serial killer 101.

Lure potential victim
out to the sticks.

Make sure they don't tell
anyone where they went.

My instincts aren't
what they used to be.

Too many fucking
tuna sandwiches.

Hang on one second. Sorry.

It's not
like it'd be my fault

if Molly were to disappear.

It'd almost be poetic.

There we are. Okay.

Yeah. Okay,
he's right down here.

He's just in here.

Hey, Matt?

You decent?

Somebody here
wants to talk to you.

Matt?

He must have his
headphones in or something.

Uh...

Hey, Matt!

It's-it's Molly Park,

from the Merry
Fucking Kill podcast.

Wait, what? That's-that's
the name of your pod show?

Yeah. I-It's a play on the Marry,
Fuck, Kill game.

Oh.

Oh, yeah. I get it.

Jesus Christ!

Is everything okay down here?

Uh...

Hey, Kurt.

I was just driving by.

I saw some people
prowling around the cabin.

Just wanted to make
sure it wasn't a bunch

of high school kids breaking
in to party or something.

That's awful nice of you, Jimbo.

What brings you out in my
neck of the woods, though?

Just driving.

Blowing off steam.

Kid's making me crazy.

What are you two
doing down here?

Well, this is my cabin. I
was just showing it to Molly.

Oh.
Matter of fact, we were

just heading out, weren't we?
Uh, no.

No. Matt's hiding out in here.

Kurt said that I
can interview him.

Matt's in there?

I'd love to say hi.
Look,

let me see if, uh...

Matt!

Matt, open up!

Dumb kid must've left.

Yeah.

Well, we might as well
take off as well.

Come on.
Ah, you came all this way.

Might as well check.

Wow.

This place is a beaut.

The door locks from the outside.

A camera.

He likes to watch.

Could Kurt be the killer
Angela's been looking for?

You know, Harrison would
really love a place like this.

Place of his own.

How long did it take
you to put this room in?

Oh.

I don't really remember.

Bathroom?

What is it about serial
killers and bathtubs?

Jacuzzi.

Nice.

No, you're right. No Matt.

Yeah, sorry about that, Molly.

Dumb kid just must've left.

You know, he's a fucking mess.

So, uh... Well, thanks a lot

for looking out the way you did.

Hope to return
the favor sometime.

Ah, that's the great thing
about Iron Lake.

Hey, you want me to
give you a ride back?

Seeing how Kurt's
already home and all.

Yes. Please.

Want me to close this?

No. It's okay.

'Kay.

Jimbo, Molly?

This thing about Matt stays
between the three of us, okay?

You betcha.

Well, it certainly is remote.

Not a lot of winter spelunking.

It's the perfect
place to hide a body.

You all right?
Oh, yeah. That whole

"finding a body" thing?

If we do,

it'll be my first one.

Doesn't matter if it's
your first or your tenth.

Never gets easy.

You go that way.
Okay.

Back there,
before you arrived,

you know, that whole shit
show in the basement of a...

lonely, off-the-grid cabin
in the woods,

really started to feel
like that I was gonna be

an episode in my own podcast.

You have no idea.

Anyway, I'm really glad you
showed up when you did.

What do you think
is up with Matt?

I don't know.

Weird is what it is.

Fucking weird.

Listen, I know this is a...

shitty thing to ask, but...

Angela,

she told me to stay out of
the whole Kurt/Matt situation.

Mum's the word.
Thank you.

Right.

And, for the record, I hope you
and Angela work your shit out.

Me, too.

It looks like I'm the
good guy to Molly.

And Kurt is definitely
the serial killer

Angela has been looking for.

It's never good to
kill the family member

of a serial killer.

Harrison's wrestling match.

Shit.

Teddy.

Strange, right?

It looks man-made.

You think that's
hiding something?

What did you say
about winter spelunking?

Jim!

Best seats in the house.

And unlike the rest
of the bleachers,

a backrest.

Ah.

How's Dr. Morris working out?

Uh, Harrison's not
completely fixed yet.

Harrison's a great kid.

He'll get there.

Give me your rope.
Yeah.

Just in case.

You okay, Chief?!

Fucking rat.

There's another cave! It's big.

I'm gonna look around.

I might have something!

Teddy, get in here now!

How you doing? Good to see you.

What do you know, Coach?

Got a good team, huh?

Yeah. Great team.
Yeah.

Look, son, um,

Jeremy made it to the semifinals

at the state
championships last year.

That was last year.

This is this year.

You got this, kid.

Honestly,

just getting through the match
is a win in my book. Okay?

Okay.
Yeah?

All right. Come on.

Huddle up! Let's go,
let's go, let's go!

 Let's go, guys!

Encouraging teenagers

to commit acts of
violence on one another.

Normal people are so strange.

I'm gonna rip your
fucking head off.

Don't let him push you around!

Yeah! That's it!

Yeah!

Two, green!

All right, set.

Hold. You're on top.

Come on, Harrison.

 Hey!

That's headbutting! Come on,
Ref!

That's illegal!
It's just wrestling, Ref!

Come on, Coach!

No parents on the floor.

Why's Kurt down there?

Kurt's been a sports
booster forever.

Practically the assistant coach.

He gets a pass.

You okay?

Don't be scared.

I'm not.

I'm pissed.

Use that anger.

Unleash it on that asshole.

Well, that's not Matt.

That's not even male.

You know her?

It's Iris.

 Come on, Harrison.

Stay focused! Yeah!

Get down! Get down!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Yeah! That's it! That's it!

Yeah!

Come on. Stay with
him! Stay with him!

Yeah!

Oh!

My son's dark side
makes a very public appearance.

Again.

Break it up!
Break it up! Break it up!

Break it up! Enough!

Stop. Enough.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I am so proud of
you. You did good.

You did good.

So proud.

Give it a fucking rest.

What,
you want to go? Is that it?

Hey! Can somebody around
here act like a fucking adult?

What is wrong with you?

Jim,
the two of you need to go now.

Iron Lake!

Bench!

Hey, fucker.

You better watch out.

Son, it's okay.

What is your problem with Kurt,
Dad?

I don't like him.

Why? He's a good guy.

He-he cares about me.
He doesn't accuse me

of being a fucking psycho.

Just answer it!

If he cares about you so much,

what did he say to you
before you broke that kid's arm?

Nothing. H-He said,
"J-Just go get him."

It's called coaching.

He told you to hurt him. Right?

It's Angela. I have to take it.

Oh, great.

It's Jim. You okay?

I don't need Jim.

I need Dexter Morgan.