Dexter

Previously on Dexter...

I was working on my piece with the blowtorch,

and it just caught fire, I was so scared.

We could always get in the car and pass the time like we used to.

You're giving Doakes to the press?

He is not your man.

Your credibility was compromised when you failed to report a phone call

from the subject of a goddamn FBI manhunt.

Who joined who in the shower this morning?

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

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

A woman named Lila Tournay has filed sexual-assault charges against him.

That fucking bitch.

I could lose everything over this.

Lila, why can't you just let me go?

Because I'm your real soul mate.

Not Rita.

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!

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

You're still gonna try to frame me?

Mission accomplished. One more nail in Doakes' coffin.

- We got him. - So you have a tip, not Doakes?

Our target was headed into the Everglades.

We will have the son of a bitch in handcuffs in 24 hours.

Do not ever go to Rita's house again.

Stay away from Rita.

Stay away from me.

Whether you leave on your own or immigration hauls your sorry ass away,

I don't give a shit.

But I don't want to give you one more day to fuck with the people I care about.

Previous destinations...

- They found Doakes' fucking rental car. - Did they find Doakes?

No, not yet. But the search grid's closing in.

Hey!

Who's out there? Anybody out there?

You have arrived at your destination.

Somebody in there?

Hello? Who's out there?

I need some help!

Get me out of here!

Who are you?

Just open the door! I'm being held captive.

Leave the mess for once. Walk away from the mess.

You know I can't do that.

Lundy's mobilizing every agency in five counties. We're closing in.

You have a rental car, you don't have Doakes.

God, come on.

I'm only helpful if there's blood.

Maybe we'll shoot him.

Then you'll need a paramedic, not me.

Are you afraid to face Doakes?

Yes, of course I'm afraid to face him.

And I have dishes to do.

Fine, I'll let you know when it's over.

It's Doakes. You fucking hate the guy.

I used to.

I can't even afford to think of him as a person any more.

Would you get going?

I tried.

If they find Doakes in a cage,

it will seriously undermine my frame job.

I need to beat them to that cabin.

Waiting out there in the Everglades are hordes of county sheriffs,

search parties, and ravenous reptiles.

And in this corner, wearing dark trunks,

the mighty Dexter.

Drive much?

I need a miracle.

There's a switch, right behind you on the wall.

God damn, it's good to see another face.

I never thought I would.

I'm Sergeant James Doakes, Miami Metro Homicide.

Who put you in there?

A fucking psycho.

And he could be back any minute.

Grab that key right behind you on the wall.

Who is he?

His name is Dexter Morgan.

I need you to open this gate.

Why would he do that, put you in there?

Because I found out he's the Bay Harbor Butcher.

Please, just open this fucking gate!

He's...the B...Butcher?

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

What's in there?

Exactly what you think it is.

It's evidence, and I saw it happen.

I really need to get out of this cage, lady.

Poor thing, all alone.

I'm OK. Just open the gate.

Not you, Dexter.

Hiding such an enormous secret.

What a burden that's got to be.

No wonder he is so shut down.

What are you, his accomplice?

I'm his soul mate.

You can't leave me in here like this.

You'll be an accessory.

I'm not gonna leave you...

not like that.

What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?

No! Turn that off!

No! Do you understand? This is murder!

Open this fucking door!

This is fucking murder!

Hey, Dexter Morgan, Miami Metro PD Forensics.

I'm here to join the search for the Bay Harbor Butcher.

The search is on hold right now until they sort out the confusion.

Confusion, huh?

Yeah. It's a real mess.

Take a right at the fork.

Park outside the line of fire trucks.

Confusion requires fire trucks?

When something beyond reason happens,

it turns skeptics into believers -

believers in a higher power.

But what kind of power did this?

How the hell did you get here so fast? I just got here in a helicopter with Lundy.

I broke a lot of speed limits.

After you left, I realized you were right. I didn't want to miss the action.

What happened?

They think a propane tank exploded.

How?

Do I look like a fucking fire chief?

Did they find a body?

Just bits and pieces so far.

Was it spontaneous combustion?

Divine intervention?

If you believe that God makes miracles,

you have to wonder if Satan has a few up his sleeve.

But when you don't believe in anything, who do you thank at a time like this?

We got a floater!

We got lift-off and separation...

Gaping areas of...

pulpified tissue...

extensive fourth-degree burns.

Big-ass fucking explosion.

What else can you give us?

These linear lines around his eyes are unburned.

He was squinting, alive when it happened.

What else?

Teeth are intact.

Dental records should give us a positive ID.

God damn it, Masuka. Is it Doakes?

Male, African-American,

about the right length torso...

heavily muscled.

I think it's him.

These are the same kind of tools that scuba-dive class found.

He'd need them to make cuts that clean.

Those come from the suspect?

No, they belong to a second body.

And whoever he was, he was...

dead and dismembered before the explosion.

So this is where the Butcher did his dirty work.

It's a perfect location for a kill room.

It doesn't get any more remote than this.

No, it couldn't.

This is good news, gentlemen.

And lady.

Right.

All right, we keep the search on

till we get a firm ID on that body in the water.

You agree with them?

The evidence is compelling.

Overwhelming, actually.

I guess we got our man.

Oh, shit. LaGuerta's here.

Lieutenant...

I wouldn't if I were you.

Is it James?

They don't know yet.

Apparently miracles are subjective.

I can't exactly feel LaGuerta's pain

but I can appreciate it.

Doakes wasn't so bad in the end.

But the truly tragic thing

would be to let his sacrifice go to waste.

There's only one way I can think of to honor him.

I have to embrace my freedom.

Sleep. What a concept.

I can't believe I actually contemplated turning myself in.

This is so much better than a prison cell.

I can squeeze fresh orange juice...

Savor a fine French roast...

grab a morning workout.

OK, working out I could have done in prison, but still...

I'm free.

- Dexter? - Sorry.

Hope I didn't scare you.

What are you doing out there?

Well, I figured the kids were still asleep. I didn't want to ring the bell.

Why are you here?

Well, I figured the kids were still asleep.

That was...

unexpected.

Yeah, I wound up with some unexpected time on my hands.