Dexter

So, how the hell was your date with Rita last night?

Great.

I think I met the right woman for me.

She's perfect, because Rita is as damaged as me.

I can't believe I found the one good, truly decent man left on the planet.

- I have a dark side too. - Somehow I doubt that.

I watched my mother die when I was three.

She was murdered in front of me.

You have your demons, but I know that you don't have to be a slave to them.

I wish that were true.

I want to someday be content, like everyone else.

- I want... - A normal life.

- I wanna marry you. - Yes!

You guys are my family.

Now I have a partner for life. I'm content.

Maybe even happy.

I hope you're not taking any of this seriously - the wife, the kids.

It's all great camouflage.

It's gotten more complicated than that.

I'm pregnant.

You want to see him come into the world.

- Yes. Raise him with Rita. - I know.

I've never wanted anything so much in my life.

Wanna know a secret? Daddy kills people.

There's a monster walking around free.

I call him the Trinity Killer. Kills in threes.

Trinity's a husband, a father.

He's... like me.

What kind of father keeps blood slides in his shed?

If I don't figure out how to hide this, I'm gonna lose my family.

Arthur's kept this up for, what, 20 years?

My family may not last 20 minutes.

Arthur Mitchell.

Kyle Butler.

Only way it was gonna work is if I jumped in with both feet.

Jump in with both feet, huh?

This is your new role model, Dex?

Get that axe from him. Kill him now.

I still have things to learn from him.

You're juggling too many people, Dexter.

Blood tech, husband, father, serial killer.

Now Kyle Butler. Which one are you?

All of them.

Hello...

Dexter Morgan.

Hello, Arthur Mitchell.

Hey, sweetie. The moon tonight is gonna be amazing.

So take a moment. We love you. Bye.

Rita?

Born in blood. Both of us.

I thought I could change what I am,

keep my family safe.

But it doesn't matter what I do.

This is fate.

Sir, did you call this in?

Sir. What happened here?

I've watched 67 people die,

and at the moment of truth, I looked into their eyes

and they knew and I knew

they got what they deserved.

But what if that's not what happens?

If you don't get what you deserve?

If what you deserve is a white picket fence

and your kids all around

and a husband who loves you?

What if the least you deserve is a real human being

and what you get instead... is me?

Sir. Sir, we're going to take the child into safe custody now.

- Sir, hand me the child. - What are you doing?

- Back off! - Ma'am!

Miami Homicide. He is too. I said back the fuck off!

What happened?

Jesus.

Rita's inside.

It was me.

Skin's wrinkled from hours in the alkaline water.

Rigor mortis full-blown.

Epidermal mottling.

I imagined her naked plenty of times, but never like this.

Single cut to the femoral artery. We're looking at Trinity's MO here.

Did he ever kill a married woman in a bathtub?

First time for everything.

Unfortunately for Dexter.

We're still waiting on the coroner to move the body.

But overall lividity puts time of death

somewhere between eight and twelve hours... ago.

You OK?

Dexter came home to that.

He's gonna need our support here.

Obviously.

What do you want us to do with him?

The first thing I want you to do is pack up and get out of there.

- Well... - What?

The FBI's here. Trinity is their case.

I already ceded jurisdiction.

What are you looking at him for?

It's what I was saying on the way over.

Rita's one of ours. She's family.

We should be working on this for Dexter.

Damn it, Angel, it's done!

Just do what I say.

She's stressed. We all are.

My father Harry taught me a few simple rules.

Never hurt an innocent and never make a scene.

Harry?

Where are you, now, when I really need you?

When it's my wife in the body bag, everybody's looking,

and it's the neighbour crying, not me?

Sir?

We're ready for you.

The first responders told me when they went inside and found your wife

you said, "It was me."

You sure?

That's what was reported to me, yeah.

I don't know what I said. It could have been anything. I'm very upset.

Of course you are. Who wouldn't be?

Mr Morgan, before you came home and found your wife,

where did you say you were again?

Dexter, take off your clothes, then we're going home.

I was asking him a question.

He already said he came home and he found her there.

If you wanna help, why don't you find Trinity?

Or is doing something actually useful not in your fucking job description?

Detective Morgan.

FBI? Fucking Bunch of Idiots.

Stop.

Finish up here, then take your brother home.

You wanna talk to Dexter, schedule an appointment.

I'll do that.

He can sleep on the floor

until we can bring his crib over from the house.

- It'll be safest, don't you think? - Yeah.

I gotta tell you, Dexter, don't say things like, "It was me."

People will misunderstand.

In fact, I don't understand. What did you even mean?

Dexter.

This is Dexter Morgan. 3319 Meadow Lane.

What is your emergency?

I just got home and found my wife dead in the bathtub.

- What is this? - The 911 call Dexter made.

Listen.

I just got home and found my wife dead in the bathtub.

- Did you say your wife is dead? - Yes, I did.

She has an approximately one-inch incision

midway up her right thigh, dissecting the femoral artery.

All right. That's enough. He obviously is in shock.

"Midway up her right thigh"? "Dissecting her femoral artery"?

- Habit of precision. - His wife just died.

He's submitting a lab report.

Seriously, the next-door neighbour, the guy with the, you know, forehead?

He was more broken up about Rita than Dexter was.

- So? - So it's weird, that's all.

- What are we working on here? - Not Rita.

It's Dexter's 911 call.

Did you hear me or not?

I said the case is with the FBI now.

You should have taken her on a honeymoon.

You were right about one thing -

that neighbour Elliot being all broken up about Rita.

I'm thinking now there's some things I shouldn't have told Dexter.

What? What shouldn't you have told him?

About a significant exchange of saliva

I witnessed at Thanksgiving.

- As in a kiss. - Elliot and Rita?

Dude was totally in love with her.

- And Dexter knew? - Yeah.

If I'd known she was gonna...

I should have kept my big mouth shut.

Could someone get that? Deb?

Damn it.

Hello.

Dexter, it's Maura.

Hello?

I'm sorry if I woke you, but I have got two very excited kids here,

and Rita's not answering.

Yeah, there's something you need to know.

OK. OK, OK.

But first somebody really wants to talk with you.

Dexter!

Hey, Cody, you OK?

We've been having the best day. I had cotton candy for breakfast.

That's great.

Here, give me the phone. Gimme, gimme.

Hi, Dexter. Can I talk to Mom?

- Not now. - Why not?

She's, uh...

She's in the shower.

Well, can you tell her we miss her?

We miss you too, Dexter, and Harrison.

Here's my grandmother.

So, there was something that you needed to tell me?

When you bring them home tonight, uh...

come to Deb's apartment instead of the house, OK?

What happened, did you miss your flight?

Something like that. I'll explain when you get here.

You sure you don't want to tell them about Rita?

I just want them to have one more good day.

Look, I know this is really difficult...

but there are a lot of things that need to happen before Rita can be buried.

I've been on the phone all morning with a funeral director who does a lot of cops.