Dexter

Previously on Dexter...

You really believe in nothing?

I suppose I believe in a certain set of principles

so that I don't get into trouble.

Sounds like something I might teach a puppy.

Is that so bad?

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you

Lieutenant Debra Morgan.

If I could have feelings at all, I'd have them for Deb.

She's the only person in the world who loves me.

You've been the one constantly good thing in my life.

There's something inside.

Holy frankenfuck! Snakes!

- So it's begun? - Yes.

It's begun.

No!

Is this Doomsday?

I'm taking a lot of heat on Doomsday.

Are we making headway?

I'm about to interview

my top pick for the detective slot.

So far, our Doomsday killer has given us three tableaus,

most likely referencing Revelation,

Chapters 8 through 10.

- I think I found a new lead. - Who's this?

The latest and greatest intern from my forensics class.

The game is about homicide,

but in my game, you can be the serial killer.

I think this is offensive.

Who would choose to be a serial killer?

Are you out of your mind?

You fucked a person of interest?

Maybe you're jealous.

This is a job of trust,

and I can't have a partner I can't trust.

I don't know how to act, I don't know what to do,

- I don't know who to hire. - Deb, you're too smart

to think that this was gonna be easy.

Do you really think that Matthews made you lieutenant

because you were ready?

It's all politics to get back at me.

Every time the shit hits the fan, I go to him.

He's your safe place.

You're making it sound like

I wanna be with him or something.

Well, do you?

You didn't really think you could foil God's plan, did you?

I have to stop him.

What happened to saving him?

Travis's Dark Passanger is a part of him.

He can't be saved from it any more than I can from mine.

- Ugh! - I think Travis

is gonna kill again.

The eclipse is here, Travis.

This is not how it's supposed to be!

It's exactly... as it should be.

Oh, God.

It's simple human nature to keep little secrets

about ourselves.

We all do it.

"I dye my hair."

"I watch Internet pornography."

But what if your whole life is a secret?

A lie?

How can I help you?

One economy class ticket, flight 449.

To Budapest.

Correct.

And exposing the truth

could destroy everything you are.

What do you do?

Run?

Oh, God.

Get the fuck away from the body.

Deb, it's me.

Who's on the altar?

Travis Marshall.

Dexter, what the fuck?

Oh, shit.

Talk to me!

Would you lower your gun?

Please?

I came to do one last forensics sweep

like you asked me to do.

Travis was here. He came at me with his sword.

I fought him off.

I knocked him out.

How did he end up

wrapped in plastic on the altar?

I snapped.

You snapped?

What the fuck does that mean?

There's been a lot of anger inside me since Rita died,

and when I looked at Travis

and thought about everything he did...

I wanted him dead, so I killed him.

That still doesn't explain why he's wrapped up like that.

I didn't even think about it.

I'm a forensics expert.

I guess it's just second nature not to leave a trace.

Jesus, Dex.

Why the fuck didn't you call me?

I wasn't exactly in the best state of mind.

- Are you hurt? - No.

Physically, I'm okay.

- Who are you calling? - The station.

I've gotta get everyone down here.

No.

Th--please--wait.

Why?

How does this look?

- Pretty fucking weird. - Exactly.

An investigation could complicate our lives

more than either of us are prepared to deal with.

But it was self-defense.

Yeah.

But it's pretty fucking weird.

I have to call this in.

You had a moment of temporary insanity.

We can fix this.

How?

I'll get you the best fucking lawyer in the city.

Even if I'm lucky enough

to get off due to temporary insanity,

they'll still put me in some psych ward.

I'll lose my job, my career...

and probably even Harrison.

So what, then?

Travis is dead.

- Yes. - Nothing's gonna change that.

Maybe we should just get rid of the body.

- What? - I could put it in my car

and take it somewhere and dump it

where no one would ever find it.

- No. - If I'm careful--

No! Use your head.

If you get caught with the body,

everything's ten times worse.

We're not moving the fucking body anywhere.

Okay.

We make it look like a suicide.

Frustrated that the world didn't end like he predicted,

Travis committed ritual suicide at the church altar,

stabbing himself with his sword.

Maybe.

But not before first setting the church on fire.

Fire.

It's biblical.

One last tableau.

And it'll erase any trace that we were ever here.

How do we do that?

It would have to burn so fast.

Gasoline. There's a station nearby.

I'll go get a couple of gallons.

No, Deb, go home.

I'll do it. I know what I'm doing.

Bullshit.

Jesus, Debra.

That's a good doggy. Uh-huh.

Hey, dad. His name is Banjo.

Where the hell did that dog come from?

The Millikans' dog had a litter.

- I couldn't resist. - No dogs in this house--ever.

- But why? - Because...

Oh, Harry, look how much Debra loves--

End of discussion.

Dexter.

Don't even think about it.

I have to do whatever it takes

to keep Deb from the full truth.

I have to keep my secret safe.

Otherwise, my life, her life

will never be the same.

Oh, fuck, Dexter,

I don't know if this was the right thing to do.

It's only a matter of time before we get called back here.

- We have to go. - Go where?

- Go home. - I don't want to be alone.

I don't want you to be alone.

Well, just follow me. We can't stay here.

This is all wrong.

I should be on my boat right now

dumping the bags overboard.

I can't let this get away from me.

Morgan.

All right, everyone knows their jobs.

Let's do this.

The arson investigator said the fire started

somewhere in the middle of the church.

The melted remains of a gas can

seem to confirm that.

I was also able to get one fingerprint

that does give us preliminary confirmation

that this is Travis Marshall.

Travis appears to have doused himself in gasoline

as well.

He then climbed up on the altar,

grabbed his sword at the hilt,

and plunged it into his heart.

One final tableau.