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.

- 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...

I'd have them for Deb, she's the only person 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 any headway?

I'm about to interview my top pick for detective.

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

most likely referencing Revelation, chapters eight through 10.

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

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, what to do, who to hire.

You're too smart to think this was gonna be easy.

Did you really think...

Matthews made you Lieutenant because you're ready?

It's all politics to get back at me.

Every time 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' dark passenger is a part of him.

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

I think Travis is gonna kill again.

The eclipse is here, Travis.

This is not how it's supposed to be!

It is 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.

Could 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.

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-defence.

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, 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 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...

is 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.

He's a good doggy.

- Hey, Deb. - His name is Banjo.

- Where did that dog come from? - The Millikans' dog had a litter.

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

But why? Because.

- 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 wanna 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.

- He died instantly. - Please tell me he felt a little pain.

It makes sense.

World didn't end like he predicted so he had to end his.

Good. Saves us the trouble having to do it.

Cheer up, Lieutenant. This is a big win.

Would have been better to catch him alive.

Plastic.

After all he did? Fuck him.

Masuka. Masuka.

Is it possible to kill yourself with a sword?

Oh, yeah, sure.

The ancient art of hara-kiri has been well established...

particularly amongst my own ancestors...

as a penance for various embarrassing...

and humiliating transgressions.

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

Miami has one less murderer on the loose.

- Thank you. - There's a large press gathering outside.

This is a good opportunity for you to make a statement.

Still a lot to be done in here.

She's not as comfortable lying to the world as I am.

It's okay, Lieutenant. You can go. We're just wrapping things up.

- Go talk to them. - Come on. I'll be right behind you.

I'll sneak out back. If the press sees me...

they'll only want to talk to me and you're the hero this time.

But it's more heroic if you do it...

Hey.

Hey, you. Come here.

Would you make sure this gets logged'? Thanks.

Even if I put Deb in the uncomfortable position of lying for me...

at least I've kept the bigger truth from her.

It'll all be okay.

Oh, hey, Dexter.

- What are you doing here? - Jamie's putting Harrison to bed.

I didn't wanna wake him.

You used my computer without my permission?

I just wanted to check the basketball scores.

- I thought it would be okay. - It's not okay.

Okay, well, I'm really, really sorry.

I don't give a shit if you're sorry, Louis. Never touch my things.