Dexter

Previously on Dexter...

Oh, God.

Dexter, what the fuck?

Travis was here, he came at me.

When I thought about everything he did,

I wanted him dead, so I killed him.

I have to call this in.

Maybe we should just get rid of the body.

Gasoline, fire...

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

I never wanted her to go through this, Dex.

Neither did I.

I found a blood slide

exactly like the ones we found in Doakes' car.

Bad people are still going missing, and Doakes...

Was the Bay Harbor Butcher, end of story.

I have to keep my secret safe.

Otherwise my life... her life... will never be the same.

Are you a serial killer?

I only kill certain kinds of people.

Oh, God. Are you the Bay Harbor Butcher?

Dad taught me. He gave me a code.

Dad knew?

You're like a magnet. Bad shit is gonna find you.

Dexter is a blood spatter analyst,

and Doakes always thought there was something off about Dexter.

What if Doakes was on to him?

The Bay Harbor Butcher. Maria thinks it might be you.

Me?

Hannah McKay. She stabbed a woman five times.

All I can think about is giving her what she deserves.

Do what you gotta do.

Dexter...

You're the only person I don't have to hide anything from.

Maybe you understand me a little better than I understand myself.

I love you.

It's because she's a serial killer?

I feel like if you love me you'll accept this.

If I love you? I'm in love with you!

Wha...

Debra's been in a car accident.

You poisoned Debra.

You were supposed to choose me.

She's my sister.

Good-bye, Dexter.

Security footage from before the fire department

got the call on the burning church.

What were you doing there, lieutenant?

Are we really that fucked?

If all she's got is that DVD, I can handle this.

LaGuerta's an innocent.

She doesn't even begin to meet the code.

It's the only option.

Hector Estrada.

I was three years old when you murdered my mother.

You're Dicky Moser!

Dexter Moser.

I have another kill I have to do.

It's not so easy.

I can't let Deb go down for what I've done.

Dexter, it's Deb.

Whatever you're thinking of doing, please don't do it.

So what's the plan?

I used her gun to shoot Estrada in his puncture wound.

I'll use Estrada's gun to shoot LaGuerta.

- Deb... - Dexter...

You shouldn't be here.

Why... shouldn't I be here?

Shoot him, Debra.

You have to end this. Shoot him.

Stop!

Do it, Debra. Shoot him.

Do it! Shoot him!

This is not who you are. You're a good person.

You're not like him.

Put him down!

It's true. Everything she said.

You're a good person.

Do what you gotta do.

Dex...

I hate you.

There's nothing like a crisis to help define who you are.

A better person would feel bad about LaGuerta's death.

But the truth is it solved all my problems.

It's gotten me back on track.

In the six months since,

I've coached Harrison's soccer team to a championship...

gotten the bowling team back together...

made some new friends.

I'm a survivor.

She chose a career in law enforcement.

And I know for a fact

that she never regretted one day of service.

It's a choice that none of us take lightly.

Is Aunt Deb gonna be here?

Uh, I don't think so,

but we'll get together with her real soon.

Maria was very important to me.

She was a good cop. She was my boss.

Very briefly my wife.

But mostly she was a friend.

I miss you, Maria.

We all do.

Thank you, Lieutenant Batista.

At this time, we would like to dedicate

this beautiful memorial in her honor.

Ladies and gentlemen, fellow officers,

I present to you the Captain Maria LaGuerta bench.

Okay, well, we're off to swim class.

- Say good-bye to daddy. - Bye, daddy.

See you after work, Harrison.

Okay.

A bench. Why a bench?

She deserves more than a place where people park their butts.

It's a nice bench.

It's concrete, very sturdy.

You can buy them at the parking lot at Home Depot.

I'm sorry. Was that insensitive?

No, that's exactly my point.

This all feels so... cold.

You're still hurting, I can tell.

All right, look,

first of all, it's weird when you try to speak Spanish.

Second of all, don't ever touch me.

It's been six months,

and you're having a tough time moving past this.

How am I supposed to move past this?

My dining room is filled with boxes of her stuff.

He's right, you know? It's been six months.

Maybe you should just get rid of it.

And then what? She just disappears?

Hey, uh, Dex, I was kind of hoping

your sister would stop by.

Yeah, how is Deb?

She really wanted to be here, but she's working long hours.

She's better?

- Oh, yeah, she's great. - That's good to know.

She took LaGuerta's death kind of hard.

Even though they didn't seem all that close.

There's no telling how you're gonna react.

When Mike Anderson was killed,

I just wanted to get away from all this.

It took Maria's death to turn me back.

It made me want to do nothing but chase bad guys.

I can't tell you how many times

all I wanted to do is what Deb did...

walk out of here at lunch and never come back.

Yeah, Deb can be impulsive sometimes.

Tell her to drop by sometime.

Place isn't the same without her.

I mean, for a while I heard from her every other day,

asking for some favor.

But I haven't spoken to her in a couple weeks now.

Why is that?

She's out of town.

Right. The Keys.

No, Fort Lauderdale.

Right. Fort Lauderdale.

When she gets back, let's set something up.

It'd be good to see her.

Yeah, it would.

I mean, I'll tell her.

It's Deb. Leave a message.

The user's mailbox is full.

Hey, Vince.

Can you cover for me this morning?

I always do.

Deb's working through this in her own way.

I just wish she'd talk to me once in a while.

Ooh...

Supposed to be for both of us.

Mm...

I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away.

Mm...

You're gonna have to share.

Mm.

Gotta take this.

- It's business. - Okay.

Yeah.

No, I'm not splitting it up. All or nothing.

That is my best price.

You've never worked with me before,

but you know it's a fair deal.

It's 11:47 A.M.

You have till tomorrow at this exact time.

Fuckin' amateurs.

What happened to your normal guys?

I don't know. They disappeared on me.

Funny thing, being a fence

doesn't seem to be a long-term occupation.

What about this guy? Can you trust him?

Can you trust anybody?

Mm-mm.

Well, maybe if you want, I can back you up.

I don't want you getting involved.

- Yeah, but I'm really... - Debbie.

- I appreciate it... -