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Previously on Dexter:

I've come to believe that the killer
could be one of my former patients.

He sent both packages to you.

He doesn't know how to find me.
Yet.

Well, I need to get to him
before he gets to me.

I've got my eye on Joey Quinn.
Quinn? There's no way he can pass

that sergeant exam.
He'll pass.

I stuck my neck out on the line for you,
and you better not fuck this up.

Lieutenant Morgan?

Is there a problem, officer?

Well, yes. You're in a car,
drunk, with an open container.

Quinn.
Why did she call you?

She's a friend. I couldn't say no.
Come on, you used to fuck her.

There is nothing going on
between me and Deb.

I wanna know if there was anything
unusual about my father's death.

He killed himself, Dexter.

Harry walked in on what he created.

And he couldn't live with himself.

Trust me when I say

that there's a place
in this world for your son.

I told you, you're perfect.

How can you say that when
you know what I've done to Deb?

Unh!

I shot the wrong person
in that trailer.

Your sister confessed
to killing LaGuerta.

What?
I'm telling the whole fucking truth!

There's nothing you can do
to stop me!

I thought I could fix this,
but you're right, I can't.

I just keep making her worse.

Do you really think
you can help her?

Yes.

Stop!

Do it, Debra. Shoot him.

This is not who you are.

You are a good cop.

You're a good person.
You're not like him.

Put him down!

It's true.

Everything she said.

You're a good person.

It's okay. Do what you gotta do.

Dex.

Tell me what you saw.

I don't wanna talk about it.

I brought you here so we
can strip away the power

this place holds.

Talking's not gonna
change anything.

Neither is continuing to repress
what happened here.

I'm not repressing shit.

And I don't need you to remind me
about what happened here.

You know, Dexter's need to kill was
born in a container much like this one.

And he's been trapped
inside its walls ever since.

As a psychopath,
he will never break free.

But you can, by reliving the events
of that night over and over.

I killed him.

I shot Dexter instead of LaGuerta.
That's what I saw.

Unless you're gonna handcuff
me, I'd really like to go.

When you shot Dexter,
how'd it make you feel?

Better. Worse.
I don't fucking know.

What does it even matter?
LaGuerta is still dead.

What else could you have done?
Arrest him.

Now your brother's on death row.

We could have run.
Only to be caught.

You go to jail, Dexter gets
the death penalty again.

You've become obsessed
with the life you've taken.

You've forgotten the life you saved.
Of course you defend him.

You created him. You're using
him to track a serial killer.

This isn't about Dexter
or me.

This is about you getting better.

Maybe I don't wanna get better.
I don't believe that.

Why the fuck should I even trust you?
Why the motherfuck do you even care?

Are you upset?

Yes, I am.

Good.

At least you're no longer
avoiding your feelings.

We're done for now.

For today.

There are countless ways

to inflict physical trauma
on the human body,

and sometimes the deadliest wounds
are the ones we barely see.

They run deep,

like the ones I've inflicted on Deb.

What are we looking at?

Well, most of the blows
are to her face.

There's some bruising
around the neck.

It doesn't look like
there was a struggle.

No signs of a break-in.

Yeah, given the lack
of defensive wounds

and the close proximity
of her attacker,

I'd say you're looking
for someone she knew.

We have a name?
Norma Rivera.

Landlord said she lived here
by herself.

Got off the phone with the employer.
Housekeeper in Biscayne Bay.

Nice zip code.
Yeah.

Um, they said she had an ex in and
out of her life, Roberto Sagastume.

Me and Miller can swing by his place.
He had a record.

It's good to see you taking initiative,

like any good sergeant should.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Yo.

You got my test back?

You nailed it, bro.

Oh.

Wipe that grin off your face
before Miller sees it.

Yeah, I've just never been this happy
to get back a positive test, you know?

What does my sister see in you?
Before I forget

there was this hottie
asking for you at the station.

And you seem surprised,
why?

Said she'd come by later.
They always come back for more.

Hey. Any word on Deb?

Yeah, Dr. Vogel says
she's still day-to-day.

Let her know I was thinking about her.
I will.

She's gonna be okay.

Opening shop. A run.

Caffeine. All morning routines.

But lately, mine consists
of coming here,

waiting for the woman
I left my sister with

to do what I couldn't,
make Deb whole again.

Thank you.
How is she?

Well, you still remain the focal
point of your sister's pain.

I wanna see her.

I think it's better

you keep your distance
for now.

It's been almost a week.
Dexter, I am still not sure

if your sister
has hit rock bottom yet.

What is it?

I just want you to prepare
for the possibility

that Debra may never be able
to have you back in her life.

No.

I won't just let her go.

So have you had better luck
with our killer?

I crossed off three more
former patients from your book.

Who's next on the list?

Chapter seven.

A.J. Yates.

I'll check back in
once I check him out.

A.J. Yates.

According to Vogel's book,
he attacked a classmate

with a chair at 12.

Institutionalised at 15.

Seems Vogel tried to channel
his violent tendencies

but he was beyond her help.

Eventually, he was transferred
to another hospital.

Now Yates seems to be
a productive member of society.

He's a bundler.
Cable, phone, Internet.

But I need to know if murder
is part of the package.

There's nothing here.

Nothing in Vogel's notes
about brain surgery.

His scar.

Is that the mark of one of her
unconventional methods?

Thanks for letting me use the treadmill.
Better you than me.

I'm not much for running in place.

Is that your shrink way
of saying that I have been?

Is it? Care for some tea?

How about something stronger?

Come on, I just ran four miles.
What's one beer?

The drinks and the drugs
were keeping you numb,

making the symptoms
of your PTSD worse.

Ass off the table.

How long are you
expecting me to stay here?

I see a lot of your father in you.

Harry wrestled with the same
doubts regarding Dexter.

You're not as alone
as you might think.

Honestly, I don't see
what the problem is.

He had everything laid out
on his bedroom floor.

Dexter saw in the paper how this
guy got off on a technicality

so he was stalking him,
vetting him.

Even found a kill room in
an abandoned house near the park.

Just how we taught him.

What did you tell Dexter?

That this guy was too high-profile,
he'd be missed,

and that Dexter
would have to wait.

He went along with my decision.

For now.

Is this ever gonna be right?
What we've done?

I mean, Dexter isn't a kid anymore.
He's becoming a man.

He's gonna kill.

We knew that day was coming.

But what happens
when I finally tell him it's okay?

When he finally knows what it's like
to take another person's life?

The code will do
what it was designed to do.

Allow Dexter to be
who he was meant to be.

But what if it doesn't?

What if the code doesn't keep him
in check? What then?

What if this has all been
some horrible mistake?

Obviously, Harry
came around when he realised

what else could he have done?

Locked Dexter away
in an institution?

Or do nothing
until he took an innocent life?

Or protect your brother,

giving him the tools
that he would need

to channel his urges.

The same way you protected
Dexter in that container.

It's not the same. You're wrong.

Deb.
I can't just accept it.

I'm not like him. I'm not like you.

Dexter-- Dex--
Dexter is fucking Dexter.

Debra, Harry did not make a
mistake saving Dexter's life,

and neither did you.

That night
in the container

Dexter was being exactly
who he was meant to be

and so were you, the loving sister.

I--
Will get through this.

Can I keep that tape?
Yes.

He had everything
laid out on his bedroom floor.

Dexter saw in the paper how this
guy got off on a technicality...

Dexter, you shouldn't be here.

I was vetting Yates.

What did you do to him?
What are you on about?

He has a scar on his head
exactly where your killer

has been harvesting
brain fragments.

Is he another one
of your little experiments?

We can talk about this, but not here.
Not with Debra in the other room.

An x-ray revealed a lesion
on Yates' brain.

I suspected it was contributing
to his violent behaviour,

so I...

I suggested the new hospital
remove it.

I never knew whether
they performed the surgery.

When I do what I do,
I have to know everything.

Sorry for the oversight.

Why don't you tell me
the real reason you're here?

You could have just called
for the scar.

Is it regarding what I said
about letting your sister go?

Dexter, I assure you

that I'm not judging
your relationship with Debra.

I'm just trying to manage
your expectations.

Why, because she thinks
I'm a monster?

You think I don't know that I'm the one
responsible for the pain she's in?

That's why she's here with you.

You have to get her to forgive me.

Whatever it takes, you have to
find a way. I need her in my life.

You need her?
Yes.

I understand that you love Debra
in your own way.

In my own way.
But why do you think you need her?

I just do.

Deb looks up to you.
Isn't that what you said?

She used to.

And that made you feel good?

Yes.
Well, no wonder you feel so lost.

Debra became a mirror, reflecting
a positive image of yourself

that you used to balance out

with the notion of yourself
as a monster.

Now that mirror is cracked,

and the only reflection you see
is one of darkness.

You make it sound like
that part of me isn't real.

You are no monster.

You never have been.

Anyone on my table would disagree.

Dexter, a monster, by definition,
is outside of nature.

You're a part
of the natural order of things,

with purpose and value,
a right to exist.

When you accept that,
you'll no longer be dependent

on Debra, or anyone's,
validation.

I'll still want her in my life.

Want, but not need.

No van. No Yates.

No one home.

"Monterey Nursing Home.

Dad's 76th birthday."

It seems Yates found a way
to keep his family in his life.

Will I be able to do the same
with Deb?

Vogel says I don't need her.

But if that's true, will I be able to
let her go if that's what she needs?

Women's shoes.

- Hello?
- It's me.

I'm at Yates' house.

Have you found something?
Women's shoes.

Individual shoes, not pairs,

some of them older.

High heels are a far cry
from brains.

It's not exactly your killer's
usual MO.

When this began, I expressed
my doubts that this was the work

of someone new to killing.

Albert wouldn't be the first
to alter his methods.

Yeah, still, something about
it doesn't quite add up.

But just to be safe,
I'm pulling prints off the shoes.

I'll run them through the station's
database for missing persons

and homicide victims.
But they're only partials.

I won't expect anything back
until the morning.

And I have my son tonight.

Understood.

I'll let you know what I find.

Vogel.

She found herself a hero.

Hi.

Hello.
You must be Dexter. I'm Cassie, 4-B.

And you're in my kitchen because?
I'm a friend of Jamie's.

I ran out of detergent.
Daddy!

I see you two have met.

I hope you don't mind.
Who am I to deny

a neighbour clean clothes?
Dinner's in the oven.

I'll see you in the morning?
Sure.

I'll walk you out. Mmm!

Nice to meet you, Dexter.
You too.

Bye.

She's nice.

But does she have a kissy-neck?

I knew you'd pass.
I didn't.

Oh, thank you for that.

This one used to have
to write the combination

of his locker on his wrist
when he first got here.

So what? My memory sucks.
You needed the right encouragement.

I don't even wanna know
what that means.

We're empty.

You know,
I really am so proud of you.

I couldn't have
done it without you.

Who was behind the wheel?

Debra Morgan,
former lieutenant of Homicide,

passed out, piss drunk. Ha, ha, ha!
Come on, let it go.

I don't know
who was fucked up more,

her or the parking metre
she ran over.

Hey. How about
professional discretion?

Yeah, well, I believe
that we're off the clock.

But you could
lower your voice, you know?

Yeah, sure. No problem.
Thanks.

Who was that guy?
I don't know.

He used to bone her or something.

Probably the way Morgan
made lieutenant, on her back.

Fuck.
Hey, hey, hey!

That's enough.

Enough, I said! Enough!

What the hell happened?
Someone was defending

his ex-girlfriend's honour.
Get him out of here.

You know what? It's fine. Let's just go.
I'm sorry.

Hey, how about a round
on the house?

All right, lieutenant.
Fuck.

So we're good?

Mm.

Aah!

Babe. Babe, my ribs.
Yeah?

I'm so sorry.

How many, mister?
Two.

One for me and one for Dan.

Two it is.
Sorry I'm late.

Who's Dan?

Pet elephant. You don't see him?

You want some pancakes, Dan?

Eat up.

Make sure Dan doesn't get
any syrup on the couch.

Okay.

My car died. That "check
engine" light I kept ignoring?

Apparently it means what it says.
How'd you get here?

Angel. But don't worry, my car will
only be in the shop for a few days.

I'm gonna see if Cassie can give
us a lift to Harrison's preschool.

You know, you made quite an
impression on her last night.

Impression?
She's single. Just saying.

Hey, why don't you take the SUV?
It's safer. I'll clear my stuff out.

If you can drop me off, I'll pick
up a car from the motor pool.

Sure you don't mind?

I don't if Dan doesn't.

How did I let you talk
me into this again?

I believe your price
was one beer.

So now what?
You tell me.

Isn't this where you think you belong?
No.

Frankly, I'm quite amazed
that you think you ever left.

Are we really gonna do this?

Debra, you shut yourself inside
these walls for the last six months

doing your damnedest
to shut everything

and everyone out.
So why don't we?

What the fuck are you doing?

I want you to convince
me how killing Dexter

instead of LaGuerta
would be a better choice.

Open the fucking door.
LaGuerta.

She was on her knees,
where those blood stains are,

isn't that right?

She was your co-worker,
your friend.

Why didn't you just stay at the party
and let Dexter take care of everything?

I had to stop him.
But Dexter can't help what he is.

He has no conscience,
unlike you.

You knew the moment
you pointed that gun

at LaGuerta it was wrong,

and still, you pulled the trigger.

You shot a woman in cold blood.

You let her bleed out and did nothing.
You shot an innocent woman

for simply doing her job.
Because of Dexter.

And that's what terrifies you
the most.

You so desperately want to believe
that if you had just shot Dexter,

then you wouldn't have to
face the truth,

that if you had to do it
all over again

you'd still choose him.

Because in your heart,

you know you'll always
choose Dexter.

How do I make it right?

By finally accepting
that you're a good person

who was forced to do
a terrible thing.

And that you made the best
of an impossible situation.

You can walk out that door.
You can move forward.

The choice is yours.
It always has been.

Oh, lieutenant. A word?

Of course.

I was just reviewing
the sergeant's exam results.

And it seems you were right
and I was wrong about Quinn.

Apparently, he can count
past his fingers and toes.

He was in the 85th percentile.
So was Miller.

In the 88th percentile, to be exact.

I want you to strongly consider
making her sergeant.

Angie is good. I like her, a lot.

But I still think Quinn's the smarter--
All I said was "strongly consider."

This is your first departmental
promotion as lieutenant

and will reflect on your command.
That being said

it's your decision and yours alone.

Three hits off
the partials, all reported missing.

Janet Thorton, taken two weeks ago.

Looks like Yates killed these women,

but I still can't be sure
he's the one after Vogel.

Not until he's on my table

and we have a little talk first.

Where are we on Norma Rivera?
We're trying to find--

Miller.
Address for the ex is no good.

Nobody's seen him.
Got back the ME's report.

They found semen.
I'm testing it to see if it's a match.

Would explain why he's off the grid.
She invites him over.

Things get heated, he kills her,
panics and goes on the run.

That's one theory. Find this guy.
We're on it.

Dex-posé. Favour. I need you
to stay away from the lab for a bit.

That hottie who's been
looking for me is coming

and we might need alone time.

No problem.

You would know all about that.
- You're better than that.

Come on, here. There's a 20 in it
for anyone who directs her to my lab

and is cool about it.
Done.

Okay.

I'm on my own. Perfect.

Angel.

I get it, okay?
You're pissed about last night.

I had to run a tab so that asshole
patrolman wouldn't press charges.

If Matthews caught wind of this,
he'd have all the ammo he needed

to shoot down this promotion.
I lost my cool.

I need my sergeant
to be able to keep his.

A bar fight?

Technically, the place is a restaurant.
It's not like you haven't done the same.

You put a guy in the hospital for running
his mouth about LaGuerta using hers.

Allegedly. And the difference is,
I wasn't up for promotion.

I had already made sergeant.

You wanna fix this?
Solve this case.

Excuse me?
Are you Vincent Masuka?

The one, the only.

But you can call me Vince.

Just as long as you call.

Okay. I'm Niki.

I'm a student at U of M.

Oh, yeah. My alma mater. Come in.

You must be majoring in

beautiful.

This is really hard.
I know the feeling.

I think you may be my father.

You were a sperm donor
in college, right?

Mm-hm.

But you have curls.
Yeah, my mom.

Holy...

Oh, fuck.

This was a bad idea. Sorry.

I'm sorry.
It's okay. No, don't worry.

It's okay, don't-- Don't-- Don't--

It's okay. Don't worry about it.

Oh, my God.

You've got my soulful,
yet haunting eyes.

Night, Marty.
See you tomorrow.

We do have filing cabinets,
you know.

This is kind of my process.

What are you even doing here?

I thought you were taking
time off.

Turns out time off isn't
all it's cracked up to be. Heh.

I just wanted to get a head start on
some of the cases that you left for me.

Well, we're gonna need food.

"We"?
Yeah, we.

You look like you could use
a hand, and I'm starving.

You know, when I need a break,

I've got maybe two days at the most.

And then I go crazy.

I end up right back here.

What about you?

What makes you crazy?

Family shit.

Hm.

Nothing says family like love

and shit.

Unfortunately, my father
was an expert in the latter.

Texas oil.
Texas oil?

Mm.

Fuck, I hope I'm holding
my plastic fork correctly.

Exactly. He was all rules,
all the time.

My moving to Miami to be a cop,

that was the biggest "fuck you"
I could think of at the time.

When I got out of the academy,
I realised it was nothing but rules.

Everybody there was like your father.
You know the worst part?

I knew I'd made a huge fucking
mistake, but there was no way in hell

I was gonna give him the smug
pleasure of knowing he was right.

So I waited until he died,
quit the force.

I opened up this place.

Looks like you're doing
pretty well for yourself.

Trust me,
I'm still the black sheep.

The look on my mother's face every
time she goes into the country club,

has to explain to one of her
friends that her son is a PI?

That's gotta be
pretty close to priceless.

Mm.

My dad was everything to me.

I loved him.

And while he's
not the man I thought he was...

well, I'm...

I'm realising we're
more alike than I thought.

To dead dads.

Long may they haunt us.

Heh.

It's a better toast if you open it.

I'm good.

Vogel says I'm not a monster,

but that's exactly the part of me

she's expecting to
remove Yates as a threat.

A threat that seems to have
left in a hurry

and taken all his shoes.

Does this prove Yates
is who I'm looking for?

The only way to know for sure is...

find where he's hiding.

He saw me here, heard everything.

Bone saw. Specimen jars.

His own cut-by-numbers guide.

Yates is the brain surgeon.

Vogel needs to know.

I know her. I pulled her print.

Yates must have stabbed her,

nicked her left pulmonary artery,
left her for dead.

Unaware cramming her
inside that cart

would put pressure on the wound
and stop it from bleeding.

Now I have to do the same.

It'll hold, but not for long.

Do you think the girl will be all right?

She lost a lot of blood.

I stemmed the bleeding, dropped her
in the ER, got back as fast as I could.

Oh, God, has he been

doing all this because of me?

We can't know until we find him.

Let's hope there's something
on here that'll tell me how.

These are patient files.

Your patient files.

That's not possible.

This one's dated just two weeks ago.
Dexter, don't.

What is this?

You were keeping notes on me?

It's a journal.
I've always had a journal.

You were writing down everything
we did, everything we talked about.

I never used your name.
Yates, nor anyone else

could possibly know who you are.
"Somehow, he's deluded himself

into thinking his feelings
for his sister are genuine,

unaware there are no
real emotions behind them."

Dexter, I-- I never meant--

What am I, a subject
for another one of your books?

Is that what these are for?

Answer the question!

My notes, it's how I process--

You were experimenting
on me with Harry

and you still are.

I'm nothing but a lab rat,
just like Yates.

That's not true. You know that.

Is that why you wanna
keep me apart from Deb?

Just another way to isolate
your subject,

see what he'll do?

Dexter...
Don't.

When Yates is dead,
you are out of my life.

It's over. You understand?

Or do you need
to write it down?

I understand.

I walked into the room and--

- Go on, tell me.
- The blood.

Evelyn, there was
so much blood, on plastic.

Dexter had placed it everywhere.
The walls, the ceiling.

There was a table in the middle
of the room. A table with--

- The body?
- Parts of one.

And when Dexter turned,
the look on his face--

He was so proud.

When-- The man Dexter killed,
he was a drug dealer.

He murdered your partner.
He was going to get away with it.

But he was a person.

Who, according to the code,
deserved--

No one deserves
to be in pieces.

In bags.

The code is a theory, an idea.

But what I saw,
what Dexter did--

What we did!

I don't think I can live with this.

Fuck, and I'm supposed to?

Hello?
Mr. Yates?

Yeah, that's me.

I'm afraid we have some bad news.

Your father's heart is failing.

How bad is it?

You should come quickly.
He might not have much time.

Dad.

I got here as fast as I could.

I'm right here. Can you hear me?

It was you?

I was counting on you
being the good son.

They'll be here any second.

Room 26, code blue!

We're losing him. We're losing him!
To save his own life,

Yates was willing to take his father's.

Vogel believes I'm just like
all her other experiments,

a psychopath who can't form
real connections.

But she's wrong.

Deb isn't a prop, like Yates' father
was to his son.

She's more than a mirror.
She's family.

If I have a purpose and value
and a right to exist,

so do my feelings for Deb.

This experiment is over.
Vogel can go to hell.

Jamie packing you lunch these days?
It's for you.

Just came back
from Good Samaritan.

Run the blood on the clothes
of a stabbing victim, Janet Thorton.

She still alive?
Still in surgery.

The son of a bitch who stabbed
her broke all of her toes.

How soon do you need this?
Very. On my way to the hospital

to get a statement, soon as docs say
she's out of the woods. Let me know

what comes back on those clothes.
Will do.

Deb.

What the fuck?

Hey.
Hey.

You here to see Dex?

Yeah.

Everything okay?
Because last time I saw you--

Yeah, I am sorry about that.

I'm so sorry I put you
in that position.

Sorry I got mad at you for calling Dex.

No, it's okay. You asked me not to.

I was in a really bad place,

but, you know, you were
just looking out for me,

like you always do.

Things are so easy with you.

I wish it was like that
with Jamie.

I just keep getting
tripped up, you know?

You all all right?
Um, she's jealous.

She thinks there's still
something between us.

Make it work with Jamie. Heh.

I want you happy.

You mean so much to me, Joey.

Don't you fucking forget that.

Thanks.

You sure you're okay?
I gotta go.

Bye, Joey.

Deb.

The body forms scar tissue
to close a wound.

Has my sister begun to do the same?

Eventually, scars fade. Who knows?

With enough time, you may not
even remember how you got them.

Dex.

Hey, Deb. What's up?

We should talk. It's important.

Yates can wait. My sister can't.

Sure, I'd like that.

Just not here.

Can we take a ride?

It's good to see you.

Vogel said it was best
I stay away.

What the fuck
does she know?

If it's any comfort, we're not
on the best of terms anymore.

She doesn't understand us, Dexter.

Exactly.

She said I might lose you,

but we'll always be together, right?

Vogel had these DVDs
of her and Dad.

Did she ever show them to you?

A couple. You?

There was one that was
really interesting. It was, uh,

just before Dad died.
It was his last session with her.

Did Dad kill himself?

Yeah.

A few years back,

Matthews told me the truth.

Harry OD'd
on his heart medication.

Was it because of you?

He thought he'd created a monster.

I think I know how he felt.

Why he killed himself.

But he only got it half right.