Dexter

Previously on Dexter...

She accepts both sides of me.

The whole Dexter.

How in the hell does the most

crucial piece of evidence against

Isaak Sirko just disappear?

I did what you wanted.

The evidence against Sirko is gone.

I want Nadia's passport. She's done with you

and your whole shitty fucking organization.

That's not gonna happen, Joey,

so you think real hard about your next move.

I'm at a dead end on Bay Harbor Butcher.

Everything we've done, all the evidence,

it still points to Sergeant Doakes.

At some point, we have to face facts.

Harrison is only going to Orlando

for a few weeks, Dexter.

He's gonna be fine.

All he'll want to do is follow Cody around.

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

He's your safe place.

You're making it sound like I want to

be with him or something.

Well, do you?

You didn't kill Viktor out of vengeance.

I have a feeling that you're a different kind of animal.

I can't even have a drink with someone

- without them dying. - I'm sorry, Deb.

I wish I could tell you what happened.

I know what happened.

Hannah McKay.

Sal Price was writing a book on you.

You didn't like it, so you poisoned him.

That's crazy.

Report's back on the tox screen on Sal Price.

M.E. ran it twice. Negative both times.

That fucking bitch is gonna get away with it again.

Hannah McKay killed Sal Price

and she's gonna walk.

I want you to make it right.

Do what you do.

Was Deb's call just a bad dream?

Or does she really want me to kill Hannah?

Morning.

- How did you sleep? - Okay.

Special herbs from my garden.

It's my secret ingredient.

How can I help?

Uh, you can dice.

It's, uh, more my style.

I sometimes lose track of time,

but your calendar goes beyond that.

Oh, it's not so much a calendar, but a reminder.

That's the year you took off with Wayne.

It's not about Wayne.

It's Argentina.

What was so special about Argentina?

Nothing, really, I just-- I like the picture.

It looks like...nice.

Happy. A home.

My sister,

who's also my lieutenant,

so I should probably get to work soon.

Your sister is the lieutenant?

Yeah, I didn't mention that.

No, you didn't.

Is this crazy?

"This"?

You and me,

just sitting here, eating breakfast.

I always eat breakfast.

It's important.

I-I know that we decided

to never see each other again,

so I just want you to know that

if last night was a one-night thing for you,

then I'm okay with that.

Okay.

But if you want to never see each other again

tomorrow night, then I'm okay with that too.

Okay.

You're very agreeable.

Yep.

I need to find some way to get her out of Debra's head,

even if I can't get her out of mine.

Hey, come on in.

Do you want coffee?

There's plenty. I couldn't fucking sleep.

Sure.

Deb?

Yeah?

What you said last night, you didn't mean it.

Did you?

Yeah, Dex, I meant it.

The good news is I've already vetted her for you.

She's killed three people that we know of.

That's not including what she did with Wayne.

And Price had a tissue sample

and a lab report on Beverly Grey

that proved she was poisoned with aconite.

But, go figure, some asshole broke into his apartment

and disappeared all the files on Hannah.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

You don't know she killed Price.

You don't even know Price was murdered.

You want to know what he was doing the day he died?

He was recording this.

Then she just

kept screaming, and there was so much blood.

What did you do?

I stabbed her until the screaming stopped.

Deb, she was 15.

You want more?

Let's talk about how she didn't allow

her husband's body to be embalmed.

- - She fits your code, Dex.

I'm not killing Hannah McKay.

You know how hard it was for me to ask you that?

I have been going around in my head in circles

trying to come up with something,

with anything that I can fucking use,

but I've got nothing.

Sal and I were so close.

If that body hadn't decomposed...

we'd fucking have her. She'd be locked up.

He would be alive.

But he's dead, and Hannah McKay

is walking around, free to kill again.

And she will fucking kill again, Dexter.

That's who she is.

And I can't let that happen. Not after Speltzer.

I wish there was another way.

You're all I have left.

What's up?

It's Astor.

"Grandpa's kidney stones are acting up again.

"Grandma's taking him to the doctor.

Hopefully it's not too serious."

Deb, you told me you didn't want to be a part of what I do.

That was before I realized--

You could hardly live with yourself

when you lied to Batista for me.

How do you think you're gonna live with knowing

that you're responsible for a murder?

Don't tell me what I can and can't handle.

Turns out there's a fuck of a lot

that I can live with these days.

No, you can't.

Ever since you found out,

you've been teetering on the edge.

You've covered up evidence, you've lied--

For you!

Yeah, that's why I can't let you take it any further.

- For your own good. - For my own--

Oh, you--please do not parent me, Dexter.

You sound like dad.

Because that's probably what he'd say.

This isn't who you are.

Deb, I care about you too much to let you do something

you're gonna regret.

I'm sorry, the answer is no.

Well I guess it's your fucking decision, isn't it?

Even though everything I just said is true,

it doesn't make me any less of a liar.

Excellent.

The police will follow Jurg and your bodyguard

around all afternoon.

And then what?

The cops are dicks, but they're not morons.

They're gonna figure out you're not in the car.

Eventually, sure.

But by then, I'll have taken care of my business.

Business? What business?

This isn't about Dexter Morgan again, is it?

You're not thinking straight here.

He works for Miami Metro.

We take out one more of theirs,

they shut this place down for good.

We have inventory to move--

tonight.

Come on, man, just-- just let it go.

You can go home.

Deb's got 24 hour police

surveillance on Isaak.

Which means I know where he is at all times.

He's moved into Viktor's apartment and hardly gone

anywhere other than the Fox Hole and a few restaurants.