Dexter

Previously on Dexter...

I'm pregnant.

I just think I'm gonna be a lousy father. I don't wanna screw the kid up.

Who are we kidding? You're gonna be a great father.

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

- We're working on some new angles. - Which means you've got shit.

He's obsessed. He's drinking more than usual.

He's not going to stop looking for Oscar's killer until it takes him all the way down.

I only have one person I can trust any more.

Yourself.

I was thinking of you.

- What you need? - I need Freebo.

Come on man, what, you Google him or something?

Why wouldn't they want to support a colleague during his shining moment?

You're like the foulest person I've ever met.

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, uh, you looking for anything special tonight?

Might be more than an hour.

Take a pass, Sergeant.

I hate anyone who disgraces the badge.

Are we good?

You keep your dick in your pants and then we're good.

Rita, we're connected. I feel you.

You're what makes me real.

And that's how I know I wanna marry you.

Yes! Yes, we will marry you.

There are many ways to stop the heart.

Electric shock.

Bad diet.

Sever the aorta -

my personal favorite.

But to start one beating, this is a first.

There. That's the heart.

Oh, Dex, that's our baby.

Our baby. It's incredible.

Rita, gushing with the runaway emotion

any parent would feel seeing their unborn child for the first time.

Any parent except me.

I'd say you're at nine to ten weeks.

All I feel is her hand clenching mine.

She's stronger than she looks.

Can we get a picture to show the kids?

I can no longer deny that I'm going to be a father.

Up until now, I've been avoiding its inevitability.

It's like a lamp in a room that's always been there.

And now it's suddenly turned on.

Don't worry. Everything looks perfectly normal.

Yes.

Front or back pocket?

- You lost me. - The picture of the baby.

Front or back pocket?

- How'd you know I'd have it with me? - You're a first-time dad, aren't you?

Ah!

Oh, this is amazing!

This is a human life.

It is...overwhelming.

This picture right here makes it real.

Your life is gonna change forever, man.

Hey! We're playing here!

You could kill somebody!

Sorry.

I got half my mind still in the office, you know?

Oh, there's your ball.

So I got this case, you know?

South Beach guy kills his wife on a cruise ship.

And I got no jurisdiction because she goes missing in international waters.

My only hope right now is the Feds.

- How do you know he's guilty? - Oh, he's guilty.

Five years ago, he kills his first wife. Drug overdose.

His pills. No alibi.

Then he uses her money to hire this legal dream team to confuse the jury and...

They had to let him go.

Dexter, my hands are tied by the law,

and the defense attorneys get to wipe their asses with it.

And everything that I believe in is compromised.

That's you.

It seems Miguel and I understand each other

better than either one of us knows.

I could do us both a favor and look into this wife killer.

When it comes to my brand of justice,

I don't have to compromise.

Ooh.

Sliced it.

Yeah.

Thank you again for inviting us.

That massage was amazing.

We spend enough money to be members here.

At least now I have somebody to go to the spa with.

All of that stuff, that's not for men, right, Dex?

Lying naked on a table, helpless, no thanks.

So, Rita, why don't you tell Dexter my great idea?

Great idea?

Well, Syl has offered to list my house with her agency

so we can buy something bigger together.

You're just throwing money away on that apartment.

And that way you can move in sooner.

I was actually thinking I might keep my place.

You were?

Well, I could always sublet it.

At some point we're gonna need a bigger home.

You definitely need something that you can grow into.

This is how Custer must have felt, surrounded on all sides, doomed.

So why don't we talk about all this after we eat?

Oh, the line's thinning.

Come on, Rita. You have got to try these crêpes.

It's going to be OK. Trust me.

I'm so sorry, man.

Syl, she gets these ideas in her head, and it's like you can't stop her.

I guess I always knew at some point I'd have to give up my place.

I just didn't think it'd be so soon.

Every man needs his privacy. Some more than others.

But that's why God created golf.

How many times have I walked down this sidewalk?

Sun in my face.

Cool ocean breeze on my skin.

Taken a dip in the pool to relax,

appreciating the wisdom of those three little words -

no children allowed.

Are those times gone forever?

Before I even think about following up on Miguel's lead,

I need to make sure Ethan Turner meets my code.

How can Rita expect me to just pick up and move?

This is my home.

My sanctuary.

Careful.

Leave it.

Not really Rita's style.

But it's mine.

Not any more, son. In marriage, everything's 50-50.

What's yours...is Rita's.

Better hope she doesn't insist on a place with central air.

Rita and Syl may be busy planning my life and where I'll live.

But there are some things I still control.

Right on time. You're getting pretty good at this secret meeting stuff.

Yeah, well, we've done it enough. With bumpkus to show for it.

It's "bupkus". Not "bumpkus". It's Yiddish.

No, it's not.

- You wanna bet? - How much?

Make it a million.

I'll take a check.

Where's your guy?

In the alley behind you.

Wonderful.

I love the smell of ass in the morning.

Hey, you're the one that's been all over mine for leads.

Don't be hating where I find them.

I know, I know.

Well, you better split before we get made.

Well, that's cute.

- What? - You. Trying to protect me like that.

It's cute.

I'm trying to protect my investigation.

Uh-huh.

And fuck you.

- What the hell? - He wasn't like this earlier.

I'm trying to find whoever's skinning people, not to stage an intervention.

You think your murders are somehow connected to Freebo?

He used to score from Freebo. It's worth a shot, right?

Excuse me.

Anyone in there?

Anyone fucking in there at all?

I'll bet you're real good with kids too.

Hey, Tilly.

Hey, I got that H for you, man.

- Where? - It's right here.

But listen, I need you to think real hard for me first, Tilly.

Now, when was the last time you saw Freebo?

Fucker's gone, man.

Wendell said he's not coming back.

Who the fuck is Wendell?

You wanna see Freebo, you gotta go through Wendell.

Sheriff 2-1, this is dispatch. Wagon is on its way.

Metro Homicide.

What are we doing at a sheriff's crime scene anyway?

- Sheriff, you're blocking my light. - Whoa, Jesus.

- Excuse me. - Sheriffs are responding

to a bulletin I issued regarding any victims with missing skin.

Excuse me.

Same MO as our torture murder?

Remember, you two are just here to observe. This is the sheriff's turf.

They're gonna investigate the scene, see what they can come up with.

What's up with him?

He doesn't joke around anymore. He dresses better. He's polite.

Maybe someone pointed out the error in his ways.

- Who called this in? - Neighbors.

I just got off the phone with the sheriff's department.

They've confirmed their skinning victim is related to ours.

That gives us three victims. They're sending someone over to look at our case files,

and we'll be establishing a joint investigation.

- This is our investigation, Lieutenant. - You can't expect us to give over our files.

No one is giving over anything. It's a matter of professional courtesy.

We're still in charge.

Now, I've had the sheriff's lab send over all forensics. I want both your input.

- My slate's clear. - I'll talk with the medical examiner.

Another four-hour erection?

Anything else?

I've got Unis bringing in a 15-year-old kid named Wendell Owens.

He was Freebo's doorman, which means he might be able to connect the dots