Dexter

Previously on Dexter...

Jesus fucking Christ. You're the Bay Harbor Butcher.

I really hate that name.

What's it gonna be, Morgan?

Kill me now or set me free!

James knows that I believe in him, so it was worth the risk.

To your job? To your career?

When you care about someone, you do what you have to do.

And your credibility was compromised the second you failed to report a phone call

from the subject of a goddamn FBI manhunt.

What really pisses me off is you might be right.

The kids have been through so much lately.

I don't want them to feel like they've been abandoned by everyone they love.

Does this mean we're dating again?

I track killers. That's what I do. They tend to move around.

I know that.

Then I'm not sure what you thought would happen when the case ended.

- I like it rough. - Yeah?

Jesus.

I don't need Doakes dead.

I just need his fingerprints to complete my frame job.

Every Saturday, beginning dive classes

practice underwater skills beside this dock.

Tomorrow they'll find a morbid little surprise.

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

He killed himself, Dexter.

The idea of a code was one thing, but the reality of it?

Hey, Dad.

Harry walked in on what he created...

and he couldn't live with himself.

I always thought hardening arteries squeezed the life out of my father,

but it was me.

Harry gazed into the eyes of his creation and saw evil,

pure and simple.

My evil. It killed him.

That shit about your father,

if you want to talk about it...

About what?

That my life is one tragic mistake?

We've all felt that at one time or another. I know I have.

Did you happen to be stuffing a human leg into a garbage bag at that point?

If you want to make a change, Morgan, now's the time.

All you got to do is let me out of here.

It's over, man.

It is over when I say it is!

There's that anger again. You got to let that out, man.

Careful, Sergeant, you might get your wish.

I'm flying without a code here.

I can unleash the beast any time I want.

Morgan, you know that's not the answer.

But it would feel fucking great.

Yeah, but you would hate yourself for the rest of your life.

All the things Harry taught me,

everything,

it's bullshit.

It's the only way I know how to live.

Turn yourself in.

Rule number one,

don't get caught.

No, no, Morgan, you're spinning.

Let me help you. It's only a matter of time before you hurt someone else,

and I'm not talking about me, I'm talking about your sister or your girlfriend

or even those kids.

I would never...

No, not on purpose, but you can't control that shit

that's growing inside of you, Morgan, it's like cancer.

And in case you haven't noticed, it's spreading.

End it now.

Take responsibility for who you are, man.

We'll go to the station together. I'll help you.

Morgan. Morgan, don't answer that.

Stay with me, man.

Morgan! Morgan!

Fuck!

Yes, this is Dexter Morgan.

Mr. Morgan, my name is Dr. Hill. I work at Good Samaritan Hospital.

I'm calling on behalf of Lila Tournay.

- How did you get this number? - You're listed as her emergency contact.

Ms Tournay was rushed into our ER in respiratory arrest.

Could you come to the hospital?

I'm two hours away. Call somebody else.

Mr. Morgan, there's a legal complication.

What kind of complication?

I can't discuss it over the phone. You really need to be here.

Where are you going, Morgan?

Don't worry, I'll send the FBI your way soon enough.

- You're still gonna try to frame me? - I'm kind of down a path here.

You'll get your chance to tell them I'm the killer,

and they'll ignore you like before, and I'll...

- And you'll burn in hell is what you'll do. - Yeah, something like that.

Morgan!

He's gone, Dex.

Dad's heart finally gave out.

Harry's heart gave out when he saw what's inside me.

He thought he could tame it, give it a purpose,

help it find a place in the natural order.

Guess he was wrong.

Dexter?

- Mr. Morgan? - Yeah.

I need a second alone with him, OK? Thanks.

Dr. Hill. We spoke on the phone regarding your girlfriend, Ms Tournay.

She's not my girlfriend.

Oh, I thought she said she was.

Yeah, she probably did.

- So, you're... - It's complicated.

Look, why is Angel here?

We found Rohypnol, the date-rape drug, in Lila's system.

With her bruising, the wound to the back of her head -

we may be looking at a case of sexual assault.

No, no, that didn't happen.

Ms Tournay has no recollection of what did happen.

She's requested we perform a rape kit.

I need to talk to her.

Dexter, you came to see me. You're so sweet.

The doctors think Angel raped you.

Did he? Everything's a bit fuzzy.

This is desperate. It won't work.

What are you talking about?

I'm just glad you're here.

I missed you so much.

This is how you win me back?

Framing a good man to get what you want?

Which is precisely what I'm doing to Doakes.

What's the matter, Dexter?

You look so sad...lost.

Don't do this.

I won't press charges against Angel.

I'll do whatever you want.

If you promise to take me back.

Why can't you just let me go?

Because I'm your real soul mate.

Not Rita. Me.

I see you. Inside.

And I'm the only one.

Look where it's gotten you.

You know that I could never do anything like that, right?

You don't even have to say anything, Angel.

You warned me about her, but my dick wouldn't listen.

I could lose everything over this.

What would I say to my little girl?

The doctor said Lila has 72 hours to press charges.

Maybe she'll come to her senses.

I should get home and grab a few hours of sleep. Let me get this.

No, back off. I got it.

Oh, Angel.

If I got to choose a person -

a real person - to be like...

out of anyone, it'd be you.

I'm not really sure what that means, but, thanks, Dex.

See you in the morning.

Oh, and I'd appreciate it

if you didn't mention this to anyone at the station.

Of course not.

Thanks.

How did it come to this? I've always gone after criminals.

Now I have the fate of two cops in my hands.

Doakes was right. The cancer is spreading.

- We're out of yoghurt. - Add it to the list.

- We'll stop by the store tonight. - The store's on the way to work.

It's also on the way home. We're gonna be late.

Hey, who joined who in the shower this morning?

How about, in the future, I set the alarm ten minutes earlier?

Make it 20.

"The future", I'm liking the sound of that.

We're being ordered to work.

Fuck that. You're the head of the task force. You do the ordering.

Who's DD Adams?

My boss.

Mission accomplished.

The weapons I tossed into the ocean were found as planned.

One more nail in Doakes's coffin.

All right, people. Listen up.

This is FBI deputy director Max Adams.

He just got in from Washington.

He's going to be helping us out for a while.

Max.

Frank.

Once again, I have pledged our full cooperation and resources,

so let's make him feel at home.

Max.

The murder weapons before you were recovered yesterday

by a beginning scuba-diving class.

The instructor contacted the FBI directly,

which brought them to my attention.

Fingerprint analysis ties them to one James Doakes.

- This doesn't prove a goddamn thing. - Not now, Maria.

- Why I wasn't I brought in on this? - You just were, Frank.

Now, we know Sergeant Doakes has been...

Lundy better watch his back.

He's abandoned the tools of the trade, that means he's probably on the run.

This footage was taken four days ago at a Mobil station

just off highway 41, southeast of Naples.

Ladies and gentlemen, Sergeant James Doakes.

I can't believe it.

3.49 for regular?

So, we have let our target get away once.

Let's not drop the ball again.

Asshole.

Highway 41 runs through the Everglades National Park.

It won't be long now. I can hang this on Doakes and then...