Dexter

Previously on Dexter.

It's for sure. I'm pregnant.

What kind of father would I be?

After all, I kill people.

Aah!

Me? Demented daddy Dexter.

This child is happening. But your role in its life is entirely up to you.

Yesterday morning you said when the case ends, we end.

I thought you understood when we got involved.

I track killers. That's what I do.

A pattern of bodies was identified in Oregon.

My flight leaves tonight.

If you're leaving, we gotta work out logistics.

Do you honestly want to go down this path?

I don't know if I'm going to be a father to the kid.

How could even say you're not gonna be a father to that kid?

I mean, where would you be without Harry?

Harry knew my mother. Laura Moser was his informant.

Was he just using her?

Was he using me?

Dad wasn't perfect, Deb.

What did he do? Cheat on Mom?

- Bullshit. Who? - I need all the records you have

on my dad's confidential informants.

- Attractive female CI's? - Why, you know something?

There's a good reason why Quinn's of interest to IA.

Internal Affairs is investigating you. Is there something you're not telling us?

Anton is not officially a CI.

- What do you mean? - I never filed an arrest report on him.

You are the best thing that has happened to me.

Just sending out my positive intentions to our baby.

You know, we're connected. You're what makes me real.

Please say yes.

Yes, we will marry you.

Syl has offered to list my house so we can buy something bigger.

Better hope she doesn't insist on a place with central air.

I was actually thinking I might keep my place.

"No" doesn't really work in a relationship, Dexter.

Every man needs his privacy. Some more than others.

Is it possible I've actually made a friend?

Someone I can trust with my dark secrets?

I didn't teach you the code to share with your buddies.

Miguel really did it. And I taught him how.

Harry was right. He used me.

You're all just unchecked versions of myself,

what I would've become without my father's code.

I could kill you now.

- I've never felt this. - You've never had a son before.

You want to see him come into the world.

Yes. I've never wanted anything so much in my life.

I have moved on from my father,

but I still need his code.

But right now, life is good.

Dexter Morgan, family man.

Tonight's the night.

The night when a primal, sacred need calls to me.

I've waited and waited.

But tonight, this night...

it's time.

Tonight's the night I finally...

sleep.

No...

OK, Harrison. The driving thing didn't work.

The singing thing didn't work.

You planning on both of us not sleeping for another three months?

Apparently so.

OK, I want to take you inside, but I don't want you waking Mommy.

- (Jangling) - Hey.

If you could talk, you'd tell me not to worry about you, right?

No...

Oh, please.

No, don't...

No.

Please.

Please. Please.

Shh.

It's already over.

Marco! (Child 2) Polo.

Marco.

Polo.

Marco...

There's this cliche where serial killers

are always described as, "Quiet, kept to himself. Kind of a loner."

It's a cliche for a reason.

Has anybody seen my keys?

Astor, I asked you to keep it down.

Why do you hate my music so much?

I don't hate your music.

You don't?

Cody, get out of the Larsons' pool. It's time for school.

If I had an iPod, you wouldn't have to listen to my stuff.

You want an iPod, earn one. Do your chores. Unpack your room.

God, you are so unfair!

Did you get any sleep?

Uh, an hour and a half, maybe.

Oh, and you have court.

Look, I appreciate you taking the night shift,

but when you have a big day like today, it's OK to wake me up.

Well, it's kind of on-the-job training, you know?

All that matters is his father's there for him.

- I cannot find keys... - Cody!

Astor, the music.

You usually leave them right here by the phone.

I know.

- School. Clothes. Now. - Sorry.

You don't get some sleep, it won't be your keys that get lost, it'll be your mind.

I lost that years ago.

Dexter Morgan, good suburban husband.

Happy father of three.

On paper, anyway.

Hey, Dex, what's the news?

Uh, too soon to tell.

Dexter? Dexter, you forgot your cell phone.

Oh, good morning, Elliot.

Another beautiful day. More pool time for the kids.

Well, you already took the morning shift, so I'll watch them this afternoon.

Takes a village.

- (Cody roars) - (Shrieks)

- Ah. Mm. - (Cody) Take that!

Car pools and swimming pools.

How much are we living the dream?

- So much. - (Laughs)

Living the dream.

Mm.

Hey, um, do you think you can TiVo Jon Stewart for me?

Mm.

Thinking about Jon Stewart, huh?

Well, he is handsome.

And funny.

I love you.

Oh, fuck me.

That's kind of where this is heading.

No. I'm late for work.

It's a good thing you moved in, or I'd never see you.

Well, one of us has to live here.

At least with the cruise ship, I get to see you every few days.

- I went on tour... - I know.

It's OK, I kind of like it.

Keeps you from getting sick of me.

- That's never going to happen. - Yeah, because you're never here.

No, because you make me happy.

And what conclusions did you draw from the blood evidence, Mr. Morgan?

I was able to determine the victim's movement and direction

after the initial blunt-force trauma to the head

caused by the defendant's fist.

How so?

I... reconstructed a...

timeline and sequence of events

by examining... It's here somewhere.

I noticed a passive flow pattern bloodstain

approximately two meters in length

emanating from the head wound,

and the sample was consistent with the sample from the defendant's shirt.

You did say "passive flow pattern bloodstain"?

Quote, unquote.

What exactly do your notes say?

Um...

"The bloodstain described a passive pooling

"and flow configuration, type O negative,

"matching the sample taken from," um...

uh, "Leonetti's shirt."

But this is the Gomez hearing.

Yes, Mr. Morgan. The defendant's name is Benito Gomez.

I must've brought the wrong notes.

Do you frequently become confused and disoriented

while conducting your spatter analysis, Mr. Morgan?

No, I do not. We... just had a new baby.

Things were a little hectic this morning.

So you're saying that you're sleep-deprived and it's affecting your judgment?

No, it's just a momentary mix-up.

Wrong notes, wrong blood type.

Wrong defendant. Wrong case.

That's what you call a momentary mix-up in a murder trial?

I misspoke.

- Oh, fuck. - Your honor, the witness

has just demonstrated how unreliable he is in a courtroom.

I would have to ask how reliable his work is in the lab.

Or on a crime scene.

Moreover, how reliable is a police department

that would place so much trust in his expert opinion?

I'm halfway through the CI files you gave me.

I were you, I'd spend more time with that man of yours

and less time looking for some old confidential informant

your daddy might've diddled back in the day.

I meet another one tomorrow.

Maybe then I'll finally get some answers.

Say you do.

Then what?

Then... I'll know.

That my perfect fucking father wasn't so fucking perfect.

So that's what, the meaning of life?