The Evolution of Dexter & The Trinity Killer | Dexter | SHOWTIME

It is a case.

Yeah, I figured...

I call him the Trinity Killer.

Kills in threes.

Been doing it all over the country for years.

Problem is, I can't prove he exists.

Law enforcement doesn't talk to each other.

So no one at the FBI is even on board.

Just me.

I've been looking for a break.

Then this happens.

Lisa Bell.

Her murder profile fits the previous victim's.

Trinity's in Miami, Dexter.

Starting a cycle all over again.

How far back do your cases go?

About 15 years.

The house and room where Lisa Bell was murdered was the site of a very similar homicide 30 years ago.

No.

No.

Well, he's come full circle.

He's back where his killing began.

30 years.

You know what this means.

Trinity's the most successful serial killer to ever get away with it.

Watch your step there.

Oh, hey.

How cute are you?

You smell my puppy, don't you?

What's his name?

This is Checkers.

My mother was a lifelong Republican.

Well, no family's perfect.

Indeed.

What kind of pup you have?

Um, just a mutt, but, uh, she's great with my children.

So you must live around here, huh?

Yeah, it's such a great neighborhood.

Everyone's so friendly.

Well, in the interest of friendly, let me help you with these.

Oh, it's really okay.

I'm just up there.

So I'll take one, you take the other.

Lighten the load, huh?

I appreciate it.

My arms are falling off.

My dog won't get your puppy all riled up?

Molly?

Oh, God, no.

She's the calmest little thing in the world.

How long have you lived around here?

Uh, three years next month.

I'm surprised we've never run into each other till now.

Uh, I'm Alan, by the way.

Oh, Tarla.

Tarla.

Um, this is me.

Thank you so much for your help.

Sure.

Great.

Oh, and bye to you too, checkers.

Until next time.

or if you go Checkers, or whatever your name is.

That's pretty, isn't it?

Okay, now.

It's time for you to jump.

What?

No.

Yes.

It always ends like this.

No, but... Shh.

It's already over.

Why are you doing this to me?

You know I'm not to blame here.

Come on then.

Please, no.

You just need to let go.

And fall.

Please, I'll do anything.

Jump.

No, I can't.

You can.

I have children.

I know.

Jason and Susie.

No.

If you like, I can swing by your house for an ice pick in your husband's head.

Then bring your kids back and throw them off one at a time until you finally decide to jump.

Is that what you want?

Please.

What?

Please.

Just push me.

It doesn't work that way.

Mommy.

It sounds like Trinity is worthy prey.

What's really got me intrigued is the notion that he's returned to Miami.

He's come home?

I'm not sure home is the right word.

People like us don't really belong anywhere.

We just pass through.

I've yet to find Trinity's signature at any of his crime scenes.

Trinity moves from state to state.

Law enforcement never links his kill cycles to one another.

Over 30 years of killing.

The cycle.

The ritual.

They tell me where Trinity will be.

But I have to know who I'm looking for.

I have to be sure.

Lobby's open 24 hours.

Guard on duty.

Too much foot traffic.

Trinity has to choose another floor.

Bus number 432, male, maybe 6'4", 190 to 200 pounds, age around 60, hair gray, eyes blue.

Something in them.

Lundy saw a ghost.

It's almost poetic.

One serial killer ending the 30-year reign of another.

Trinity could be anywhere in this building.

I've got to get to the security surveillance room.

Oh, no.

Please.

I'm a father.

You are no father.

You made me.

You made me...

The recording disc is gone.

Where are you, Trinity?

Oh, my God.

You made me do this.

Missed you.

Hey, kids.

Daddy.

Hey, Dad.

Lundy was wrong.

I was wrong.

Neither of us knew pieces of the puzzle were missing.

Trinity's a husband, a father.

He's like me.

Arthur Mitchell.

Kyle Butler.

Four walls, one heart.

We build homes for the homeless.

We meet at my house, then head to the site together.

My address is right on the flyer.

Thanks.

I've been looking for a way to get more involved.

Well, what brings you to Sacred Fellowship, Kyle?

Looking for something, answers.

My wife and I, we separated.

She kicked me out.

Took the kids.

I didn't know where else to go.

You came to the right place, son.

The dates and locations from Lundy's books.

Arthur's been using four walls builds around the country as a cover to kill.

And these are his trophies.

Hanging right up here on the wall just like his hammer in the garage.

His blood slides.

He doesn't need a secret apartment.

He's hiding in plain sight right in the center of his family.

I'm the one who's lurking in the shadows.

And here she is, Martha's own dark passenger, his sister Vera.

The tank is low, but then she's been on the road for 30 years.

Kyle?

Hiding in plain sight is one thing, but this is your weak spot.

What happens when it's exposed?

Come out, come out, whoever you are.

OK.

Let's have a look at that hand.

Don't touch my sister.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

I can't breathe.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me, I'm so sorry.

Jesus, Arthur, what the hell was that?

It's just... my sister.

She died when I was young.

I understand.

I've lost people, too.

How am I supposed to help you when I don't know what the problem is?

It's not that important.

It's important to me.

Why?

Because helping someone is a good deed, and God rewards good deeds.

But in order to help, I need to know the problem.

That's how these things work.

I really don't want to talk about it.

You asked me, remember?

That's why I brought you.

Why don't we just... Tell me, Kyle!

I'm going to get into my van and just leave you here to fend for yourself.

I killed a man.

You killed someone?

You, of all people, act appalled.

By mistake.

What happened?

I thought he was the wreck.

Thought he was an animal.

You were hunting?

Yes, it was a hunting accident.

I was so sure.

I'm always so careful.

Then it truly was an accident.

Still, it's left me with this... feeling.

There are few things harder to bear than remorse.

Remorse?

Guilt, remorse, it's what separates us from the animals.

Your conscience is eating away at you.

But you gotta feel better.

Confession is good for the soul.

All the more proof I have no soul.

This is where it all started.

What started here?

Standing here.

Watching my sister take a shower.

You were watching your sister?

I was ten.

I was innocent.

But Vera saw me.

In the mirror.

I startled her and she slipped.

Shattered the shower doors.

The glass...

sliced her leg.

She was dead by the time the ambulance came.

So much blood.

Born in blood, both of us.

My parents blamed me.

My mother became a shell, a ghost.

Eventually killed herself.

Jumped to her death.

Left me all alone with him.

He was always a drinker, but without mother, it became worse.

Sort of the beatings, little fucking pervert fucking cunt, you killed him.

What happened to him?

He died.

No, you killed your father, Abetting Hammer.

Just me, Arthur, and a little M99.

No more confessions, no more good deeds, and no more fucking remorse.

What are you doing?

No, you're mine.

This isn't how you die.

Let go!

Why keep him alive just to kill him?

But as long as it's by my hand,

Hold on.

Give me your hand.

This is his solution to remorse, suicide.

That's why he could unburden himself.

He knew this was next.

Will it be my only solution someday?

I thought God sent you so that I could save you.

John had another plan.

So did I.

Thank you all for the comfort of your home where no one said they were thankful for me.

Did you, Jonah?

Did you say you were thankful for me, Jonah?

What's that?

I did not say I was thankful for you.

Because I'm not.

I am so thankful for you, Arthur.

Shut up, cunt.

Whoa, Arthur.

Kyle, perhaps it's time for you to go.

Do you think I should stay?

Yeah, sure, stay.

Watch the show.

I'm thankful for you, Daddy.

Go to your room, Vera.

No, she's not Vera.

And she's not your goddamn prisoner.

She's not eight anymore.

This whole life, your life is a lie.

These are lies.

Fucking community hero.

Jonah, this isn't- I know who you really are.

Who am I?

You're a killer.

Sucking fucking life out of all of us.

Mom, Becca, me.

You're killing us.

You're done.

Fuck you and fuck Deirdre.

Don't.

Fuck you.

Get the fuck off him.

I should have fucking killed you when I had the chance.

Sheldon.

Who are you, Kyle?

What is it you want?

Money.

Money?

Is that what all this is about?

I want $50,000 or I'll tell the whole world that Arthur Mitchell, family man, school teacher, church deacon, is a pedophile.

I am most certainly not a pedophile.

$50,000 right now.

I'm a school teacher.

I don't have that kind of money.

Take a loan out on your house.

Sell your car.

I really don't care.

I want the money today.

That's not possible.

I'm not even in Miami.

Where are you?

I'm not gonna tell you that, am I, Kyle?

It doesn't matter.

You have 24 hours to get me the money.

I'll, uh...

I'll be in touch.

I need to be a good brother now so that I can be a good serial killer later.

I'm Mr. Bodry.

You've done me a kindness.

Hello, Dexter Morgan.

He knows my name, occupation.

He can find out about my family.

My family.

What the hell have I done?

Damn it, they're here.

This is my fucking oil cap.

Hello, Arthur Mitchell.

Guess you were picturing a different scenario.

I was following my path.

So was I.

God led you to me.

Hardly.

Is this who you are?

Look at you.

I never took pride in what I did.

No, you're a very special kind of monster.

You destroyed your own family.

I gave them everything.

No, you took everything.

Their future, their dignity, their hope.

You can't control the demon inside of you any more than I could control mine.

So what's the alternative, Arthur?

Leave?

disappear, fake my own death and start over again?

No.

You'll still be you.

I have a family too, Arthur.

And I'm good for them.

You're like a child.

A child with a big knife.

Now it's over.

Ah!

Ah!

Born in blood.

Both of us.

Harry was right.

I thought I could change what I am.

Keep my family safe.

But it doesn't matter what I do.

What I choose.

I'm what's wrong.

This is fate.