Dexter

Previously on Dexter...

If you were the Bay Harbor Butcher, would you use a place like this?

The conditions in this space don't support his MO.

Maybe the Butcher's having an identity crisis.

Your brother's a junkie.

Are you high? He's never even smoked a cigarette.

Looks like Cody's enjoying himself.

- Dexter's very patient with him. - Dexter's a saint.

I was hoping you could dig up an old case file for me.

- Got a date? - It's the crime scene where Harry found me.

- How much? - 300 bricks, give or take.

I've been waiting for a chance to take your ass out.

I know how you feel, Sergeant.

He crossed the line, Lieutenant. He broke into my lab.

- He's probably gonna start tailing me again. - Sergeant Doakes tailed you?

I followed him to an NA meeting. That asshole lied about that, too.

- You're obsessed. - I'm not.

And I need you to see it!

Dinner was fantastic, Rita. Wow.

I kind of like her.

Dex, just calling to check in. Imagine Rita's face if I told her

that you and I had spent the night together in a hotel.

It's over, Dexter.

I guess I just hope with Lundy it will be different.

- Why? - I respect him.

You love him.

No. He's like my dad.

You want to tell me what's going on?

You're the one who said I'm supposed to feel my feelings!

Well, now I'm telling you to get them under control!

Which step was that?

Use the entire canvas.

Start from the top. Work your way down.

Light, feathery strokes.

Perfect!

Stunning.

Try longer strokes now.

Perfect.

You really know what you want, don't you?

I hope you don't mind.

Some men do.

No.

I've always found instruction manuals...quite useful.

OK, your turn.

What do you want?

I think that was it.

Come on.

You must have some dark fantasies...

unfulfilled urges.

I'm pretty good at acting on those.

Really?

Then fuck me like that.

Your light's burned out.

It's the wiring.

I've been asking my landlord to fix it for weeks.

Well, now I can see better.

That's where my landlord lives.

Now he'll have to fix it.

See you later.

Got to admire Lila for taking things into her own hands.

That includes me.

Mom.

Come on, let's go! No more moping.

I'm not moping. I'm sleeping.

Oversleeping. Third time this week.

The only way you're gonna get over Dexter is if you take charge of your day.

Come on. You're not in high school any more.

Go scrub your face, and I'll heat up some oatmeal.

Didn't hear you come in last night.

Well, it was late. I was quiet.

Yeah, you're good at quiet.

Guess you kind of have to be with me crashing here

and Rita's mom over there.

You and Rita fuck quiet too?

And she's off, right out of the gate.

Because me, I wake the goddamn dead. It's a problem.

- Oh, I know, only too well. - Scary, right?

Sometimes I disturb myself.

So, what kind of noises does Rita make?

Can we not talk about sex...or Rita?

Why?

'Cause we broke up...

for real.

It's over.

You break up, you get back together, that's just what goes on.

You and Rita are forever.

Just say you're sorry and send some fucking flowers.

You're not hearing me.

Look, when all this blows over,

I'll spend a few days at Gabriel's, and...

you can screw Rita as loud as you want.

- Big news, Dex. - Whoa!

- Feel like I got caught in a wave. - The Miami Tribune received

a 32-page manifesto in the mail.

It's looking good for the Bay Harbor Butcher.

Well, I've heard that one before.

Look, this may be legit.

The manifesto includes the names of three victims

- we never released to the press. - Oh, that is big news.

I'm heading over to the Tribune now for Special Agent Lundy.

- He put me in charge of the team. - Go, Angel.

Yeah, I'm psyched.

Yeah, me too. I'm about to be published.

I sent that manifesto to the Tribune.

Guess I've been taking some cues from Lila lately,

and not just in bed.

I'm tired of reacting to the moves of Agent Lundy

and his super-posse.

Time to control their actions for a change.

Betsy Court, 16. Blunt-force beating.

It looks like she was sunning herself and never saw it coming.

Who called in the body?

Craig Wilson, the stepfather. He's right over there.

Wilson told the reporting officer

that he came home for lunch and found her that way.

You and Dexter resolve your issues?

As far as I'm concerned. Why? The bitch come crying to you again?

No. There's blood work to be done here, and if you can't control yourself,

I need to call in another detective.

I won't say anything to hurt the little girl's feelings.

- God damn it, James, I'm not joking. - Do I look like I'm laughing?

No. You don't. I wish you would. You used to.

Bullshit. I never laughed.

Yeah, you know what? You're probably right.

Right, look, I'm not gonna try to scare you anymore.

The reality is, you're out of free passes.

Now, I already stopped Dexter from filing a complaint against you once.

- I never asked you to do that, Maria. - Well, I did it,

out of my own concern over your obsessive behavior.

Now I'm on the line, so if you bully Dexter in any way,

if you even look at him wrong, I will not be responsible for the fallout.

- You got it? - I got it.

- You're backing the fucking freaktard. - James.

Where you been, Dexter?

You don't bring me doughnuts.

You don't sing me love songs. How are you, Camilla?

I've been better.

Well, that doesn't sound good.

Sergeant Doakes dropped by my file room yesterday.

He requested the case files for the 1973 shipping yard murders.

I gave him the same line I gave you when you came sniffing around,

said all that old stuff was boxed up in the basement of City Hall.

That made him real angry.

He scared me, Dexter.

That's not right. He shouldn't do that.

Look, Dex, I always assumed that your father asked me

to destroy those files to protect you.

Now I'm not sure what's going on.

- Camilla... - Now, I don't want to know.

I just don't want to get fired.

I'm retiring next year. Did I tell you?

I've been looking forward to staying home with Gene.

You won't lose your retirement. I won't let that happen.

I can stall Sergeant Doakes for a few days,

but eventually he'll figure out

that that case file's missing, just like you did.

And he'll track it back to me, you know, just like you did.

I'll take care of this. You have my word.

So much for threatening Doakes.

He won't back off till he exposes the twisted branches of my family tree,

from my father's indiscretions to my murderous brother

to the root of all evil - me.

Hey.

Why aren't you at the Tribune?

What for?

Our guy's not gonna leave DNA evidence on a document.

- Ah, but the thrill of the hunt. - I've had that particular thrill.

I'll leave it to younger men.

Besides, it's easier for me to do my part from here.

Yeah? What part is that?

Operating on favors, political leanings, posturing.

I've been trying to find the right music.

Right.

So, I'm off duty today, but here are those marina reports.

And after my workout,

I'll swing by and pick up a copy of the manifesto.

Look at that board.

These kills are precise, but there's also a fluidity,

even some improvisation.

If I could just find the music...

Want to borrow my iPod?

Got any Chopin?

No. Fresh out of Chopin.

Shit. Chopin's perfect.

Did you just swear?

What can I say? You're rubbing off on me, Morgan.

But Chopin is perfect.

So this is how you do what you do.

The truth speaks to me from a peaceful place.

I got to set the stage to hear it. You know what I mean?

No.

I thrive on chaos.

But this is good too.

I didn't kill her.

I was just trying to stop the blood. Just the...

No forceful impact spatter -

he's telling the truth. I can tell.

Palms up, please.

When I found Betsy, she was still breathing.

I wanted to help her.