Dexter

Previously on Dexter...

You'll notice we have some new faces here.

Are we under investigation?

Sloppy blood work.

I asked myself, "How the hell did that happen?"

Bay Harbor Butcher is one of our own.

Dexter and I broke up.

Does that mean he doesn't like us either?

Would you have dinner with me tomorrow night?

I'd love to have dinner with you.

Your past was a bigger mystery than fucking Jimmy Hoffa.

It's time to make Doakes go away.

Sergeant James Doakes is on administrative leave

pending an internal affairs investigation.

Are we through here, sir?

- No, actually. We're just getting... - We're done.

Oh. There's my sponsor.

This woman sees me.

I don't care what you did.

She's looking behind the mask, and she's not turning away.

You a friend of Dexter's?

I'm his decorator. Love the hat.

Dexter!

Help, please!

I need to embrace who I am. I need to kill the man who murdered my mother.

A secret cabin in the middle of the Everglades -

what more could a rededicated serial killer ask for?

It's kind of fitting, don't you think?

Well, it's just that the door was open and you're the only other one with a key.

Rita, get out of the house. Call the police.

I can't take you with me.

Someone was in this house.

- Dexter, what's going on? - Please, just stay here.

Stay away from Rita.

Stay away from me.

- That's what I said. - That I'm always right?

That you were right about Lila. She was bad for me.

And that I'm always right! Hurry the fuck up!

I didn't realize how bad till last night.

Hey, Vince. How's it going?

She had me fighting with myself the whole time.

All that self-reflection is unhealthy.

Stop reflecting and move.

- Whoa. - Sorry.

The fact is I already know who I am, and I'm done fighting it.

So the battle's over. Lila's over.

Morgan, clean this mess up.

It's a goddamn safety hazard.

Can't leave this shit lying around, bro.

Nice - my subconscious isn't even bothering with symbolism.

That's what I get for leaving the remains of Jimenez up in that cabin.

Bad time to get sloppy, with Special Agent Lundy

putting everyone in law enforcement under a microscope.

Dexter? What are you doing here?

I...

just wanted to give you that.

You're in the same clothes as last night.

You slept here?

Not intentionally.

I just wanted to make sure whoever broke in stayed away.

I guess I kind of fell asleep on the job.

Sorry.

Don't be.

- Dexter! Dexter's here! - Hey, guys!

Dexter, I made a killer robot that eats airplanes. Want to see?

Mom's making pancakes. You want bananas in yours?

Actually, guys, there's something I got to go deal with, so...

Then why'd you come?

'Cause you needed one of these.

All right, guys,

Dexter's got work to do, so go eat pancakes.

Add extra bananas for me.

I didn't mean for them to find me here.

Well, it's OK. I think they needed a hug too.

Take care, Dexter.

Wait. I want to say something.

I'm sorry.

- All right. - I feel...

such regret,

which is rare for me.

But not that I don't mess up, I do,

just never so stupendously.

I had you and them.

And I had us. So much to have.

And just to demolish it,

I honestly thought that I was smarter than that.

Rude awakening.

Lila was one of the biggest mistakes of my life.

It means a lot to me, Dexter.

But it doesn't change the fact that you slept with another woman.

- I can't forget that. - I don't expect you to. I just...

wanted to say it.

All I can do now is pick up the pieces of Jimenez.

He's one big pile of evidence -

not that anyone will easily break into that cabin, the thing's a bunker.

Still, I can't leave a kill lying around.

I'll have to call in sick at work.

It's not Doakes. FBI.

My feeble interview with Lundy

might have put me on his shortlist of suspects.

Left turn to the cabin...

right turn to a change of clothes and work.

Glad I'm at peace with Harry's code again. It makes decisions easier -

caution first, Jimenez later.

Announcing arrival of flight 274

from Santiago, Dominican Republic, gate 20-B.

Your call has been forwarded to a voice-message system.

- James Doakes... - ...is not available.

To page this person, press five now.

You know what? Fuck you, James. Fuck you and your disappearing act.

You know, you didn't just stand me up last night.

You screwed yourself out of a six-figure security job,

which means that being a cop is one of the few options you have left.

So, stop pissing off the people that can help you.

Lundy's people have been trying to reach you.

They just want a hand with the Bay Harbor Butcher case.

James, give it to them.

Show Lundy that you are a team player.

Fake it.

And pick up when I call again.

'Cause I'm gonna keep calling.

I'm not giving up on you, James.

Your right eye is a little darker than your left eye.

And you weigh about 50 pounds.

I'm gonna have to fatten you up.

Didn't seem to bother you last night...

or this morning.

So much for taking it slow, huh?

The slow part was nice.

I guess that's the perk of dating a man who's experienced.

Read "old guy".

Read what I said.

Experienced, as in technique...

as in mad skills.

Are you always gonna be this touchy about the age thing? 'Cause that will get old.

Sorry.

This is new territory for me, dating in general,

dating someone so young in particular,

and dating a co-worker especially.

Ooh. So I'm the more experienced one. Cool.

You've dated co-workers?

OK, not that experienced.

Well, I've seen enough of them to see where they go wrong, and, uh...

experience tells me that...

full disclosure is the best way to go.

What, like...

tell people at work?

Debra, I'm an aboveboard kind of guy,

and in the history of office romances,

sneaking around has never worked.

I don't know.

Things are just so tense around the station right now.

So you're worried about making people tense?

I just think the timing is bad.

Maybe we should wait until we can...

Lundy.

When?

Notify DC.

Then get Cal to go sit on Mendelsohn until he signs.

Yeah.

And then call the field office and get me more bodies.

Well, we need to move on this now.

Yes. OK.

- What's up? - Not sure.

Something break on the Butcher?

I got to go.

There's quiche. Eat it.

Wait, shouldn't we finish talking about this whole...

full-disclosure thing?

Lundy's bees are buzzing.

Something has agitated the hive.

My money's on Connolly down in Property.

Looks like much ado about something in there.

Lundy's got a suspect for the Bay Harbor Butcher,

and, bro, it's one of us here.

That's...disturbing.

We're not sure that Lundy's picked someone,

but if he has, it sure as hell isn't one of my people.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but I confirmed it myself last night.

Everything points to someone in this house.

Who in this house?

I don't know, but something must have broke this morning,

'cause Lundy shut us PD out of the task force, brought more Feds in.

So he definitely has someone in his cross hairs.

What about Steinbauer in Impound? Dude's a freak.

- I bet it's Wykoff from Records. - Chico, please.

What about Loring in Narcotics?

Or it could be that murderous Morgan in Blood Spatter.

Maybe I was being watched this morning.

But they'd be doing more than watching if they had proof.

What's going on in there?

You tell us.

- Why would I know? - Come on. You're Lundy's pet.

- Fuck you. - Seriously,

what's Lundy got, or is he just blowing smoke?

Seriously, I don't know. But if he's got something, it ain't smoke.

- Lundy's too good to blow smoke. - Man, no wonder you're his pet.

- Fuck you twice. - OK, enough. Enough.

If you're not on the task force, you're clearing cases for the day.

Missed you too.