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PreviousIy on Dexter...

God, you're on fire.

- Oh, shit.
- What?

I'm pregnant.

I just got word Angel will be
Detective Sergeant Batista.

(Dexter) Fred Bowman, AKA Freebo,
kiIIs two coIIege girls

and escapes on a state poIice screw-up.

Looking to hold some product.

- (Scoffs)
- I need a hit.

Did you hear what I said?
Fuck off, Teegan.

Fine, your dick
can suck itself from now on!

(Grunting)

Freebo, get back here!

(Grunting)

- Who are you?
- Who are you?

- I got it, Dex.
- Got what?

(Debra) Only the case that's gonna get me
my shield. It's huge. Angel put me on it.

Who he is is what makes
this case huge.

It's Miguel Prado,
Assistant District Attorney.

He and LaGuerta go way back.

The other guy's Ramon Prado,
Miguel's middle brother.

He's a lieutenant
with the sheriff's department.

And...

- Oscar.
- Prado?

As in baby brother.

I've never kiIIed anyone
I didn't compIeteIy vet before,

whose guiIt I wasn't
absoIuteIy certain of.

Oscar Prado tried to kill Freebo.
Then he tried to kill me.

He's gotta be guiIty of something.

Why would a blood spatter analyst

spend time searching for information
on my dead brother?

This death got to me.

- Morgan, right?
- Do I know you?

Yuki Amado, Internal Affairs.

- And?
- You know Joey Quinn?

I'm gonna do you a favor. Call this guy,

tell him you wanna cash in
one of my coupons.

He's an informant
from my days in Narcotics.

- You're Anton?
- You got something you need to show me?

- What about this Prado guy?
- Oh, yeah, I've seen him before.

Oscar Prado was into Freebo
for some serious cash.

You getting along with the new boss man?

(Debra) Ah, fuck him. He took me off
the Oscar Prado case and put me on this.

Some dead-end Jane Doe.

Teegan. Freebo's girlfriend.

Looks like he's still in Miami.

We're supposed to see hope in chiIdren.

But right now, all l see are
IittIe bundIes of uncertainty.

And germs.

But that's another matter.

l love kids.

I can pIay with them, enjoy them...

and leave.

l don't have to worry
about what they'II become.

A Nobel Prize laureate.

A drunk.

President of the United States.

Or someone like me.

Why do parents take the chance?
I've never feIt compeIIed.

But why would l?
I'm not in the business of giving Iife.

(Child crying)

It's for sure. I'm pregnant, heh.

What should we do?

I don't know.

(Bell)

We should talk.
Weigh all the options.

Together.

I have to get to work.

Weighing options.
The pros and cons.

Something I'm good at, usuaIIy.

What the fuck, Dex? I was yelling at you
to hold the elevator, asswipe.

Sorry, I'm feeling off.

So see a doctor.

Saw one. Really didn't help.

The Oscar Prado case?

Yeah, fuckers are on
the career-maker of the year.

They nail this Freebo guy
and they're golden.

The courts already let Freebo go once
for those two girls in the Everglades.

That was then. This time he killed
a senior ADA's brother.

Caffeine fix.

Except he didn't kill Oscar.

l did.

lf it hadn't been for Freebo,
Oscar would still be alive,

and l wouldn't be in this mess.

Besides, he's seen my face.

I've gotta find Freebo before they do.

That's one thing I'm sure of, at Ieast.

Nice watch. Knockoff?

Me? No. Real thing only.

I sold a kidney to get it.
I'll show you the scar sometime.

I'll give you a kidney not to.

Hey, Dex, do me a favor. Go over the
Prado blood evidence one more time, OK?

Maybe you missed something.

- OK, but...
- (Man) Sarge!

- Yeah?
- We got Narcotics on the line.

All right.

- Hey, Dex, wait up.
- Oh.

My Jane Doe. See what you see.

Already saw what I saw,
which was nothing.

So see what you see again.

I can't afford an unsolved,
and I've got fuck-all on this.

Coroner says he found a pharmacy in her.
Big surprise, right?

Body dumped near
the waterfront stroll. Shocker.

She looks like every other
tweaker hooker case.

- Except the tattoo peeled off her shoulder.
- Coroner says not a tattoo.

You're getting interested.

(Sighs) Actually, I'm getting sleepy.

It's reassuring to know
I'm not the onIy one at sea.

I couId throw them a Iine,
tell them their cases are linked.

That Jane Doe was actuaIIy
Freebo's girlfriend.

That it was Freebo who killed her.

But l need the head start.

Step away from the incense.

This is America, buddy.
Freedom of religion.

I didn't realize you were a Buddhist, Vince.
Japanese are traditionally Shinto.

Are we? Oh, whatever.

I bought all this shit
off my manicurist.

Need all the luck I can get.
Got a crucifix up there too.

Cause it did so much for Jesus?

Cause Forensics Quarterly is deciding
whether or not to publish my article.

You know, the one you read.
And proofed.

The incense stays.

Coulda used you at the doctor's office.

But you've got to use me, Maria.
ADAs can put pressure on other agencies.

We have Ramon, who's with the sheriff's
department. Together, we...

Miguel, Miguel, tranquilo. I know that
you and Ramon are going to help.

And it's hard to let somebody else
handle Oscar's case.

But I have my best detectives on this.

I got the best forensics team...

- Morgan, right?
- He's part of it.

We are tracking down every one of Freebo's
known associates,

looking under every rock.

We will find him.
This is a good team.

This is the same team, by the way, that
shared a roof with the Bay Harbor Butcher.

That was totally out of line.
I'm... I'm sorry, Maria.

It's just that my...
my fuse is so short ever since Oscar.

Even with Syl. I'm driving her nuts.

I doubt that.

She knoes what she's got.

The Bay Harbor Butcher situation...

- No, don't...
- No, please.

I was too personally involved
to see it clearly.

And that's why I've distanced
myself from things.

You should do the same with Oscar.

I know.

I know. You're right.

Some things never change.

We're not as close as we used to be.

But at least I still have you
as a colleague.

And I'm glad that it's you that's here.

- Hmm?
- Gracias.

MigueI Prado's aIready seen too much
of me. I can't comfort the grieving.

- You got this?
- I got this.

Don't look familiar, hon.

Ooh, but those are
some fine streaks.

Who did her hair?

Christophe of Beverly fuckin' Hills.

Yeah, do you have his number?

Petunia, you are the dumbest whore
on this stroll.

Sorry, sugar. Don't got a name for you.

Keep walkin', girl.

It's all you're good for.

(Yuki) S'up, Deb?

The she-males give you any leads?

It's Officer Morgan to you.

Right, not a detective yet.

Course, an unsolved isn't gonna get you
any closer to a shield.

Look, I don't know why IA picked me, but...

Cause Detective Quinn likes the ladies.

Well, then you don't need a snitch.
You need a fuckin' slut.

So why don't you go talk
to Petunia over there?

I can get you a shield tomorrow.

I'm a sergeant, after all.

You'd give me a shield for being a rat?

No, for being an honest cop, Debra.

Like your father.

You are not goddamn
digging into my father right now.

Digging? Please. The old-timers at IA
talk about him like he's a brother.

The old-timers also talk about
how popular that made him.

Oh, God.
That really matters to you, doesn't it?

Your cop friends.

It's your whole life.
Them, the job, the shield.

Far as I can tell, without that,
you've got nothing.

Except your, uh, treadmill.

Kind of a cunt, aren't you?

(Laughs) Nice.

But seriously, um, you should look into
expanding your world a little.

You know, finding something else fulfilling.
Like gardening or, um...

ooh, scrapbooking.

Just in case.

(Sighs)

Get me a name.

Teegan.

Drove a VoIkswagen Rabbit.

That shouId buy me an address for her.

If I'm Iucky,
she left me a lead to Freebo.

Tee...gun.

How many parents wouId give
their kid a name Iike that?

Four.

Nope. Nope.

Bingo.

Teegan CampbeII.

Address on Sorority Row.

Guess I know what I'm doing tonight.

Teegan...

No, not a name l'd choose.

Megan. Mary.
Those are classics.

Or, for a boy, Charles...

or PhiIip.

Or Richard.

(Babies gurgling)

Or what's so bad about...

Dexter, Jr?

(Baby crying)

(Rattling)

Reminds me of you, Dex.

(Rattling)

Harry. The Iast person I'd turn to
for advice on fatherhood.

Old habits die hard.

Gotta focus on something easier to kiII.

Freebo.

Dexter! Momentico.

Shit. Sorry, I'd rather go rifle
through a dead girl's apartment.

Dexter.

We, uh...

I never really got to thank you for, uh,
coming to Oscar's wake.

It really means a lot to me and my family,
knowing that you...

are taking a personal interest
in the case.

OK. Well, you're welcome.

Uh, what are you doing tonight?

- Nothing.
- Oh, well, then, you'll come for dinner.

I rarely take no for an answer.
You're gonna learn that about me.

I will.

Honestly, uh... I wanna pick your brain
about something.

And Syl and I, uh,

you know, we could...
we could use the company.

The more people around,
the less we think about, you know.

- Sure.
- You married? You got kids?

No. No kids. Uh, girlfriend.

Ah, bueno bueno. Bring her.

Unless you were lying.

You know,
about doing nothing tonight.

(♪ Latin music)

(Cheering and applause)

(Singer) We're gonna towel off,
and we'll be right back.

(♪ Latin music)

Officer Morgan, a music lover.

You ever seen this woman?

Did Quinn send you?

Different case.

- My debt's to Quinn.
- Your debt's with the department.

I'm not an information ATM.

I'm fucking desperate! All right?

I got a steaming heap of crap
all on this case.

I've gone through every scum-sucking
ball sack of a pimp I know,

every whacked-out hooker.
You are my last-ditch ass-fucked effort!

Goddamn, you got
a mouth on you, woman.

Great, thank you.

That's cool. Show me the picture.

Not from the neighborhood.

But from the looks of her,
I doubt she had to pay cash for her habit.

A strawberry? Right. So I'm looking
for a dealer who'll take payment in sex.

Yeah. That'll be about all of 'em.

Yeah.

Look, I can ask around for you, OK?

- Thank you. I'd appreciate it.
- But you should stay.

Grab a drink and work some of that
massive tension out on the dance floor.

Well, you know what? It smells like armpits
in here and I got a lot of work to do.

- There is more to life than policing.
- So I've heard!

If we had a house this big,
it would make sense to have another child.

It's a valuable lot.

Look at the lawn. It's so thick.
Be a great place for kids to play.

Zenith Zoysia.
Thrives in warm weather.

I'm not talking about grass, Dexter.

You're not?

I've been trying to talk about the pregnancy
the whole way here.

Maybe you should be a little
less subtle in the future.

I'm trying not to pressure you.

But we have to make a decision
before one's made for us.

You're right, I know. OK.

Welcome. I'm so glad you came.

- Made it.
- Yeah. Hey.

- Hello.
- I'm Rita.

Miguel. Bienvenidos.

- So you've met Sylvia?
- Syl, please.

- You guys have a beautiful home here.
- Great place for kids.

(Miguel) Come on, I'll give you the tour.

Strong family resemblance.

My father.

He was a drunk and a bastard
but he had a distinctive chin.

Some people just shouldn't
have kids, you know?

- I wish there were a test.
- Yeah.

Oscar, he got the...
the best and the worst of Dad.

Me, I just tried to stay clear, you know?

But, um...
I suppose he's in me too.

Hard to avoid.

Welcome.

I-I shouldn't drink.

What, are you pregnant?

Uh...

You are.

Oh, my God, that's terrific.

Yeah... Yeah.

Or not.

That sounded really bad.

I meant...

Miguel and I have actually
been trying for a while now.

It even took once.

And Miguel, he wants to start a family
before he makes his run for the DA's office.

But I don't know.
I'm happy with the way things are.

I don't wanna force Dexter
into something.

That's kind of what happened
with the ex-husband.

Well, that and the fact
that he was a sociopath.

(Chuckles)

I had an ulterior motive
for inviting you here tonight.

Does it involve charging me
with a felony?

(Both chuckle)

No, the truth is, uh,

I wanted to talk to someone
inside of this investigation.

All I keep getting
is reassurances, reassurances.

Reassurances make me nervous.

You want me to put you at unease?

I want you to be straight with me.

How certain are you
that this bastard Freebo will be found?

Very.

- So I'm gonna get my shot at him in court?
- Well, that could take a while.

Huh? No, no, no. No more waiting.
I'm done waiting.

Is there another option?

I'm an ADA.
My brother Ramon is a sheriff.

You don't think we got resources?

If our lead pans out,
then we'll talk to Homicide.

You have a lead? That's great.
How can I help?

No, Ramon, you know,
he has his own way of doing things.

I don't wanna drag you into it.

You're talking to the guy you caught
breaking into your brother's secure files.

All right.

Well...

Ramon...may have...

borrowed a cellphone...

that belonged to Freebo's mother.

He calls mommy...
We can track him.

Mother's cellphone.
That's good thinking.

It may lead to nothing.

Or it may Iead them to Freebo
before l can get to him.

I need to check out Teegan's pIace
as soon as l can get out of here.

The hunt. My vision is much sharper
through the eyes of my shadow seIf.

lf only l could see
this baby situation as cIearly.

I promised Rita
l'd be back in an hour.

So she's nesting whiIe I'm hunting,
staIking my prey.

I'II start with his prey - Teegan.

What she left behind will talk to me,
guide me to him.

Or...

to a kegger.

(Loud chatter)
(♪ Hip-hop)

- What's the password?
- There's a password?

I'm just looking for my girl Teegan.
Where's her room again?

Ew, Teegan?
Ew, that girl's a ho bag.

- She's a ho!
- She's such a ho bag.

She doesn't live here any more.

She's ho'ing off campus,
probably living in her ho pad.

How about you give me
the address of her ho pad

so I can go tell her
what a ho bag she is?

- You have any party favors?
- Oh, yeah.

Uh, sorry. I don't have anything
on me, but...

- We put out.
- We totally do.

All right, that is
so totally off the hook.

But how about I just trade you
for Teegan's address?

- OK.
- OK.

(Beeping)

22 Lincoln Log.

I suspect that's Lincoln Lane?

Whatever. Let's get high.

You two wait here.
I'll go get my stash.

OK.

The leaders of tomorrow.

Their parents must be proud.

How much worse
couId my chiId turn out?

Do I even wanna know
the answer to that question?

Teegan's ho pad wiII have
to wait tiII tomorrow night.

l've got a girlfriend and a baby
waiting on my promise to come back.

Is this what my Iife wiII be Iike - making
promises l'm not sure l wanna keep?

It's compIicated.

The pros and cons of responsibiIity.

All right. Pros.

Can't we just talk?

Sometimes lists are easier for me.

(Astor) Give it! It's my turn.

All right, pros.

Kids are cute.

(Cody) You've already had it, Astor!

- Mom!
- No soccer in the house!

(Astor) Cody!
(Cody) I have to practice!

- Cons?
- Noise.

Time. Money.

Stretch marks. Saggy boobs.

Less personal freedom.

Personal...freedom.

All right, I thought I said no soccer
in the house.

Nowjust go to your room
until it's time for school.

Oh!

Son of a...

Ohh.

What am I even thinking?

- Zack Adelman?
- Yeah.

We need to talk to you
about Fred Bowman.

Who?

Your pal, Freebo. The dealer
you got busted with two years ago.

Oh, yeah. Right, right.

Um, yeah, I haven't seen him
in, like, uh, two years.

(Scoffs)

You mind if we come in, Zack?

He actually doesn't have
a choice, Sergeant. He's a parolee.

- Oh, gosh, you're right.
- Yeah.

Couldn't find anything new
on your Jane Doe, sorry.

How's it going?

Backward.
I don't even think Jane was a hooker.

Bummer. So who you looking for?

Her dealer.

What the fuck is scrapbooking?

The tradition of putting
photos and memorabilia

into family keepsake albums,
along with relevant journaling.

I don't even want to know
how you know that.

- So do you know which dealer...
- (Phone rings)

Morgan.

Yeah.

Got it. I'll meet you there.

Might have found
some luck of my own.

The lead on Jane's ID.

As soon as it gets dark, I'm back on
the hunt so I can stay ahead of my sister.

This department is becoming
annoyingly effective.

You home alone here, Zack?

- Totally.
- (Door shuts)

Get on your knees. Put your hands
on your head. Don't move!

Wait! It's just a cat, man.

- It's cool, guys!
- (Batista) Shut the fuck up!

Hi.

Oh, this fuckin' paperwork's
gonna take forever.

Come on, drop it.
Drop it! Come on.

Just a few pills, man.
What's the big deal?

The big deal is you're making me cancel
on a very willing woman.

- Get on your knees next to your boyfriend.
- Let's make a deal, then. Let's trade...

Stop there, asshole.

We don't got time to process
a bribery charge too.

I'm not offering you cash, man.
I've got valuable information.

On Freebo?

Even better.

Chicky Hines.

Who the fuck is Chicky Hines?

Chicky Hines just went down
on a carjacking homicide.

He's waiting on sentencing now.

Yeah, this guy Zack says
Hines didn't do the crime.

He's offering up an alibi for Hines
and another suspect.

I know all about
the Chicky Hines case.

He was a big win for the prosecutor,
and guess who that was.

- Shit.
- Yeah, Miguel Prado.

So now, not only won't I be bringing him
good nees about his brother's case.

Worse - I'm gonna undermine
his latest conviction.

- Think that's what he wants to hear?
- Doubtful.

Christ, vet this.
Oh, yeah, vet this.

Completely. I wanna be absolutely certain
that this is solid

before I even think about
bringing it to Miguel.

(Water running)

(Dexter) Hey, Angel.

Case going all right?

No leads, no insights?

Just the pressure, bro.

Expected to make decisions,
take responsibility.

You don't know what it's like.

Probably like finding out
your girlfriend's pregnant.

- Rita's pregnant?
- Looks like it.

Holy shit.

That's fantastic.

It is?

My little girl
is the best thing I ever did.

I've messed up a lot.
But in my darkest hours, Auri's my light.

You wait and see.

OK.

Thank you.

I feel better.

A Iight.

Hmm.

ls that even possible?

(Swing creaking)

Higher, Daddy!

(Boy) Dexter, come play with us!

(Giggling)

Ah!

Come play with us, Daddy.

I'm right behind you, buddy.

You're it, baby.

(Squealing)

Cody and Astor
would be older, you know.

I like them this age.

(Harry) I always wanted
to be a grandfather.

I think we're better off without you.

Well, it's a beautiful family
you got there, Dex.

You couldn't picture this, could you?

I could have surprised you.

Yeah, there's no reason
it couldn't turn out like this.

(Rita, panicked) Astor!

- Astor!
- Astor!

What have you done?!

Yo, Morgan.

Where the hell have you been?

Street wasn't clear, yo.

I get spotted with you,
no more trusty CI.

Fine. What have you got?

All right, apartment six. Pimp named Javier,
completely new to the game,

but he already has a rep
for his stable of white girls.

If your Jane Doe is a strawberry,
chances are he tried to recruit her.

- This is good. Thank you.
- Yeah.

You get spotted with me,
no more trusty CI.

- Yeah, but he likes 'em white.
- Does he like 'em strapped?

All right, it's cool. But I'll be here,
anything goes sideways.

Miami Metro.
I'm looking for Javier.

Entra, por favor.

(Chuckling)

(Munching)

You're a little young to be
in business for yourself.

I'm a wonder kid. (Chuckles)

OK. Can you identify this woman?

You'd make a shitload more money on
all fours than you do as a cop, mamita.

Oh, like I haven't heard that before.

Look, little one, give me a name for this girl,
I won't bust you for being a piece of shit.

Never seen her. Humph.

Besides, she looks
too used up to be an earner.

But you, damn, mami.

I could get you a thou a night.

Give you some spending money
for, uh, extracurricular activities.

- (Laughs)
-Think I need to hear that?

- Ohh!
- You sleazy piece of shit!

I'm a cop! That's all I need!
I'm not gonna do any fucking scrapbooking!

Scrapbooking?

You fucked her.

Ohh!

- You've seen her?
- (Chuckles)

On his dick.

Hey, she's fading. She doesn't even know
what she's talking about.

I think she does, and I think you fucked
a girl who's now dead.

Fuck. Look, I picked her up at some party.
All right? I thought that I could turn her out.

- What's her name?
- I don't know!

Bitch, cunt, "hey, you."

Yeah?

This doesn't look good, Javier.

I passed her to a friend
who could feed her habit better than I could.

- A friend, right.
- Yeah, yeah, a white guy named Freebo.

Freebo?

Yeah, yeah. He could deal with her shit
longer than I could.

Maybe he's a patient guy.
I don't know.

Yeah, maybe not.

If my first stab at Freebo
had gone as pIanned,

Oscar Prado might still be alive,
MigueI wouIdn't know who I was,

Teegan wouId have Iived
to ho another day,

and Deb wouIdn't be chasing
a Jane Doe.

And I wouIdn't be watching the cIock,
counting the minutes tiII darkness comes,

trying to get the jump
on my friends in bIue.

Anything?

Uh, running additional DNA tests
on Oscar Prado's clothing.

If Freebo's cut himself,
his blood could be on these clothes.

Slam dunk in court.
Is there a chance?

- Not even remoteIy.
- Good.

Any idea what your sister found?

- She found something?
- I'm asking you.

She left a message saying she was vetting
a big lead that's gonna make me happy.

No idea.

Got the call. I'm getting published.

- Hey.
- Congratulations. The shrine worked.

Totally.

Freebo just called his mother's cellphone.
I'll have his address by tonight.

And then you will let me
deal with him.

Ramon, you've done yourjob.
I'm gonna take it from here, OK?

- Go be with your family.
- Don't fucking sideline me on this, Miguel.

Ramon.

Hey, Maria.

Hey. Your assistant told me
you were here.

- What do you have on Freebo, Maria?
- Ramon.

Well, we're working
on some new angles.

- Mm-hm. Which means you've got shit.
- Excuse us.

Oye cono. Go home.

Cause you're not helping here.

(Scoffs)

- Ramon and his temper.
- Yeah, I remember.

But...I get it.

I mean, him and Oscar were close.

Miguel, I need to talk to you
about something else.

Uh-oh.
I remember that look.

Chicky Hines.

OK.

He didn't do
that carjacking homicide.

We found new evidence,
and it checks out, Miguel.

I think you convicted the wrong man.

You're serious?

I was gonna wait, I mean...
The timing is...

Shit.

But if Hines is innocent, Miguel...

Miguel, I'm sorry.

(Sighs) Oh, this is frustrating
and disappointing.

And, uh...I really hate myjob right now.

But, hey... Don't ever think
about holding back on me.

OK? Just like now, you tell me straight.

That's the Maria
that I've always counted on.

And always can.

When all of this is behind us,
I want to get together.

Hmm? The three of us.

You know, as friends.
It's long overdue.

Night time.

(Batista) Why do you think
Freebo's still in town?

Because I think he killed
his girlfriend on Sunday.

Jane Doe.

(LaGuerta) How do you know
it's his girlfriend?

The CI gave me a lead.
I did some follow-up.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. My CI?
- Do you have a name for Jane yet?

No, but she was strangled,
which is consistent with Freebo's MO.

If you're right, the Oscar Prado
and Jane Doe cases are linked.

I guess we'll just
have to merge them.

Freebo's still out there killing.
We've got to catch him fast.

But we got a lead now. We find
the girlfriend's ID, we find her place,

her friends, her family,
then we find him.

- I'll coordinate with the Feds.
- Ramos, reach out to street patrol.

Anton is my contact.
If you wear him out or blow his cover...

I know how to work a CI, Quinn,

so unless there's some other reason
you don't want me to talk to him...

Hey... Solid police work, Morgan.
That's how you earn your shield.

- Thanks, Sarge.
- All right.

All right, people.
We're gonna be working late on this.

I'II be working Iate too.

Ho pad indeed.

AII right, Teegan, teII me where
your homicidaI beau might be.

(Clunking)

(Yawns)

Freebo. Hiding out
at his dead girlfriend's house?

Risky.

Then again, it took me a whiIe to find this
pIace and I knew who I was Iooking for.

No tools, no syringe,
no kiII room, no sure thing.

Hang tight, Freebo.
I'II be back before you know it.

Detached garage.
Perfect place for a kill room.

M-6 bayonet, Vietnam-era.
A famiIy keepsake, maybe?

Oscar tried to kill Freebo with it.

It's onIy fitting I use it
to complete the task.

- (Knock on door)
- Shit.

(Knocking)

It's time for a decision, Dexter.

Having this child is a huge mistake.

I've weighed out all the pros and cons,
and all I've got are cons.

I've been thinking the same thing.

I'm keeping it.

I've made a lot of mistakes in my life
but being a mother was never one of them.

Dexter, I'd rather do this with you.

But I've been a single parent
for a long time now,

and I think Astor and Cody prove
that I'm pretty damn good at it.

Is this you being subtle again?

No, this is me, in all sincerity,
saying I will honor your choice.

This child is happening.

But your role in its life
is entirely up to you.

ShouId I take the out Rita gave me?

What kind of father would l be?
After all, l kill people.

(Thunder crashes)

(♪ Rock)

(Thunder)

Agh!

Long time, no see.

(Breathing heavily)

(Panting) Oh, God.
What the hell is this?!

(Whimpering)

Show and tell.

It's been so long since you killed them,
I was afraid you'd...forgotten.

Though I'm sure Teegan
is fresh in your mind.

(Thunder rumbling)

(♪ Rock)

I didn't...

Aah! Fuck!

Ohh.

You killed those girls
in the Everglades

and you got away with it
on a bad warrant.

I love those.

And then Teegan came along.

(Thunder rumbling)

First, you drained her
of her self-respect and hope.

Then last Sunday,
you choked the life out of her.

No, last Sunday...

I was gettin' high with...
it was Cheri or...Carrie.

She's at... She's at...
She's at Alpha Fee...

(Muffled shouting and whimpering)

You seem uncertain.

It's uncomfortable, isn't it?

(Hyperventilating)

Just when you think you've answered
all the questions,

another one smacks you in the face.

Life, life, life.

Life is just like that.

(Whimpering)

Which is why I prefer death.

(Grunts)

(Door creaks)

Dexter?

Is that you?

I had the phone records.

Well, what are...

Is he in there?

Alive?

(Exhales)

It was self-defense.

I found a forensics lead.

It was a long shot.
I wanted to check it out before...

I wasted anyone's time.

I didn't expect Freebo to be here.

He surprised me. He jumped me...

with this knife.

That looks like my father's knife from...
from Vietnam. He gave that to Oscar.

I didn't know what to do.
I fought back.

The knife ended up in his neck.

- I...
- I'm gonna tell you something.

I wasn't sure that I could do this.

But you did. You did.

- We're gonna get rid of the evidence.
- No. No!

- You should leave. Now.
- No!

Plausible deniability.

Thank you.

You're welcome.