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Previously on Dexter...

People think it's fun
to pretend you're a monster.

Me, I spend my life
pretending I'm not.

What made me the way I am
left a hollow place inside.

So I've become an expert
at blending in...

camouflaging myself.

They make it look so easy,

connecting with
another human being.

I love you.

But if I could
have feelings at all,

I'd have them for Deb.

Why is it that we never
talk brother-sister stuff?

To be a brother,
to have a friend...

I only have one person
I can trust anymore.

- You.
- To have a family...

- Rita's pregnant.
- That's so great!

If you play a role
long enough, really commit,

does it ever become real?

Any time you
let someone get close,

- it ends badly.
- I will fuck you back!

- Harry was right.
- Agh!

I've never felt this.

You've never had a son before.

You wanna see him come
into the world.

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

Sure, I'm still
who I was, who I am.

Question is, who do I become?

Camouflage is nature's
craftiest trick.

Arthur's terrorized them
into maintaining his cover,

they're nothing
but human shields.

That's what happens to
people who live with a monster.

I'm nothing like him!

My family is nothing like that.

I have to be the one
to kill him.

I have a family too, Arthur.

I thought
I could change what I am,

keep my family safe.

But it doesn't matter
what I do.

I'm what's wrong.

So what's your plan here?

I can't get revenge
for Rita's death.

But I can help lumen
avenge what was done to her.

In her eyes...
I'm not a monster at all.

I don't feel it anymore.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be sorry,
your darkness is gone.

I'll carry it for you.
Always.

She made me think,
for the briefest moment,

that I might even
have a chance to be human.

But wishes, of course,
are for children.

There are times in our lives

when everything seems
to go wrong.

When, despite our best efforts,

and for no apparent
rhyme or reason,

tragedy strikes.

9-1-1,
what's your emergency?

- I've been stabbed.
- I understand, sir.

Can you tell me your location?

- Please, I need help.
- Team 42, we have

a possible stabbing
in the warehouse district,

please stand by
for approximate address.

And there are other times

when everything goes...
just perfectly.

That's how the last year
has been for me.

Hello, Ben.

Roger.

You know it's wrong
what you've been doing.

What's going on?

How do you know our names?

Helping some of
your patients live,

and letting others die.

Making them die...

so you could harvest
their body parts.

The police arrested
the emergency room doctor

who was selling them,
and that closed the case.

But I knew they must've had
a regular supplier.

So I did my research,
and here you are.

- We were just trying to--
- No!

You were just trying to
help yourselves make some money.

That's all...

I've learned
that periods of darkness

can overcome us at any time.

But I've also found
that I'm able to endure.

Overcome.

And in the process,
growing stronger...

Smarter...

Better.

All is well in
my little corner of the world.

- Dexter!
- Hey, Jamie.

It's not what you're thinking.

Hey, Dex.

It's really not
what you're thinking.

Angel kept an eye on Harrison

while I took
a really quick swim.

Thank you.

This was a great idea.

Buying the apartment
next to yours?

Because now you can slip

in and out of your place,
day or night,

without anyone knowing.

I never
really thought about that,

we just needed the extra space.

How's my sister
working out for you?

Great.
Harrison loves her.

- And I love him.
- He get to sleep okay?

Oh, yeah.
He's sleeping like...

You know, a baby.

Except he's not a baby anymore.

He's got his first pre-school
interview in the morning.

They grow up fast.

Good luck tomorrow.

- Thanks.
- I guess we should be leaving.

Yeah.
Unless you need me to stay.

I'm gonna be up
studying all night,

so I can do that here
just as easily.

No, no.
You should go, I'm good.

- Okay.
- But I will need you

to stay late tomorrow night.

Your high school reunion--
already on my calendar.

- Thanks.
- Bye.

- But leave the shirt on.
- Angel.

Hey, buddy.

Big day for you tomorrow.

We're all moving forward.

At Our Lady of the Gulf,

we like to create enough
structure for our children

so that they feel safe,

and enough freedom
so that they feel challenged.

Okay.

Attendance in our pre-school

guarantees your child admission
to our secondary school,

which as I'm sure you know is
a highly esteemed feeder school

to some of the finest Ivy League
universities in the country.

- Harvard, here we come.
- And as I'm sure you know,

we have a very rigorous
admission process.

Not everyone that applies
to Our Lady of the Gulf gets in.

Mr. Morgan, you
were referred to us by...?

- Angel Batista.
- Sergeant Batista,

at the police station,
where we work.

We...being the people
that protect you

in case something bad happens.

Sergeant Batista's
daughter went here,

and he recommended the school.

I remember Angel.

His daughter
did very well here.

So you are catholic as
well, Mr. Morgan?

Actually, I'm not.

And though it does
have a certain appeal,

I'm not sure
it's right for everyone.

- So...protestant?
- No.

- Jewish?
- No.

- Muslim?
- Nope.

Any religious affiliation?

No.

What do you
believe in, Mr. Morgan?

Nothing.
I don't...

believe in anything.

Oh.

Harrison really
seemed to like it in there.

He didn't wanna leave.

I think he
just liked the cookies.

And he already made
some friends.

Mm.

You're not really sold on
this place, are you?

Not completely.

Is it because
of the religious thing?

- Partly.
- What you said in there,

do you really believe that?
You really believe in nothing?

Yeah, I suppose I believe
in a certain set of principles.

What kind of principles?

A set of rules on how
to conduct myself in the world

so that I don't get...
into trouble.

I'm not the most
religious person in the world--

I mean, mom practically
had to drag me to church--

- but seriously?
- What?

A set of rules to follow
so you don't get in trouble?

Sounds like something
I might teach a puppy.

Is that so bad?

Just sounds
kinda cold and empty.

Does it?

Yeah.

I don't know, you can believe
whatever you wanna believe.

Or not believe
whatever you wanna believe.

But it's not
just about you anymore.

You're a father.
What about Harrison?

You have to think about
what you want him to believe.

Right.

Anyway, I'll see you
back at the station

for Laguerta's
little costume party.

Okay.

To be honest,
I've given a lot of thought

to what I don't
wanna pass onto Harrison--

namely my Dark Passenger--

but very little about
what I do want to pass on.

Good afternoon to my colleagues

at Miami Metro Homicide,
family, friends,

ladies and
gentlemen of the press.

Today we join in
witnessing the promotion

of one of Miami Metro's finest,
Maria Laguerta.

- The fuck have you been?
- I had to run some errands.

- What errands?
- When she joined our ranks,

she was appointed to the
department 12 years ago in June.

Why do you smell like old lady?

I was at the mall.
They sprayed me with cologne.

The mall?
The only thing you smell like

when you leave the mall
is a corn dog.

It was too early
for a corn dog.

Shh.

Not always an easy task
for a uniform.

They're looking
awfully lovey-dovey up there.

- You think the two of them are...
- Gross, no way.

Matthews and Laguerta
hate each other.

Oh, yeah, just like you and
Quinn used to hate each other?

And now you two have
been living together for--

I'm proud to also
consider my.

See what I mean?

They do seem
a little too friendly.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you captain Laguerta.

One more person moving forward.

Thank you, thank you.

- Captain Laguerta.
- Deputy chief.

That was a beautiful speech.

I was touched.
It was almost as if--

Almost as if
you'd written it yourself?

Yeah.

Well, I couldn't
leave anything to chance.

But you were very convinc--

Okay, cut the crap, Marie,
give me the book.

You know, you're lucky
I'm the one who found it.

Anybody else would've
thrown you to the wolves.

Could you
imagine the headlines?

"Deputy Chief Matthews
featured prominently

in Miami Madame's
little black book."

Please, don't talk
about integrity to me.

You divorced
that husband of yours

as soon as you realized
he was no career asset.

That is not true.

- And you know that--
- Save it.

I'm not interested.

Watch your step, Maria.

You're playing
with the big boys now.

All right,
keep it tight, everybody.

Come on, come on, come on.

Stay with me, everyone.
Stay with me.

Take a very
reverent look around,

this is the home
of Miami Metro Homicide.

And this is the heart of
it all, my lab.

Who are you,
and why are you in my way?

Tom Peter, I'm one of
Professor Masuka's students.

- Professor Masuka?
- I'm teaching

both the extension
and online classes

in Forensic Pathology
at the university.

Class, this is detective
Morgan and detective Quinn.

And that...
i sergeant Batista.

And this is the future
of forensic science.

Well...

The future looks very bright.

All right, let's go, let's go.

Right this way, right this way.

Next stop is my lab,
and then the spatter room,

and then what's always
the last stop, the morgue.

Maybe I should teach a class.

Yeah, on how to rob a cradle.

Hey, I'm twice divorced,
leave me alone.

Who are all those people?

The future of boring.

- Oh.
- Nice jacket.

You getting all duded up
for the big high school reunion?

- 20 years.
- Speaking of schools...

Have you heard from
Harrison's pre-school yet?

- Mm, not yet.
- Tick tock, Dex.

Okay, okay.

I can't believe
you're going to your reunion.

You're, like, the only person

that hated high school
more than me.

Eh, it'll be good to catch up

with some of the old friends.

You're hoping to get laid.

You got me.

Janet Walker.

But I knew her as
Janet McKellen.

I didn't exactly
have friends in high school,

but she was always nice to me.

She and Joe Walker were voted

"Most Beautiful Couple"
our senior year.

Unlike Janet,
Joe hardly knew I existed.

Joe was captain of
the school football team.

A real bruiser on the field.

But I remember him for
the bruises he left on Janet.

They got married
straight out of high school

and moved to Virginia.

I'd almost forgotten about her

until I noticed her obituary
in the alumni newsletter.

She was found dead three
years ago, an apparent suicide.

But there was blood
underneath her fingernails.

How could it get there

if her fingers were
wrapped around the grip,

pointing away from her body?

It must belong to someone else.

Perhaps someone she scratched
while putting up a fight.

Perhaps someone who
will be at the reunion tonight.

Take us closer to the edge,
they like shallow water.

You know,
Florida water snakes...

don't lay eggs.

They give birth to live young.

Around 20 or 30,

sometimes even more.

There.

And she's pregnant.

Makes her fat and slow.

Well done.

There's a lot of them inside.

All we're gonna need is seven.

High school--
a small world unto itself,

combining all the warmest
elements of a federal work camp

with those of
a third-world poultry farm.

It's a miracle I graduated
without killing anyone.

I was invisible in high school.

Just a shadow
passing through the hallway.

- Dexter!
- Alan.

Best biology lab partners
ever, right dude?

- Oh, you bet, dude.
- Man, I never saw anyone

dissect a fetal pig
as fast as you.

You're, like, the first student
ever to ask for seconds.

That was
a great learning experience.

Obviously.

Now you're some
hot shot blood spatter guy.

- It's awesome!
- Thanks.

Hey, we should check out
all these activities

- they've got planned for us.
- Yeah, you go on ahead.

I'm only here for one activity.

Hey, there he is.

And there he is.

Oh!

Still the center of attention.

I'm finally gonna get
some use out of my class ring.

I sharpened part of it so that
I could prick Joe's hand

when we shake and
draw a small drop of blood.

- Dexter!
- Mindy.

Hey, my date
to the spring formal.

- Which was held right here.
- What a night that was.

Hey, I'm so sorry
to hear about your wife.

Oh, thanks.

Yeah, that was
a horrible thing, but...

- You know.
- Right, of course.

What about you?
Did you ever get married?

I did.
Honey...

- This is my wife, Heather.
- Oh.

Um, you're the last man
that I ever dated.

Huh.

Well, I'm glad
if I was of any help.

Dexter, hey,
Mr. Blood Spatter guy.

I read about you in the paper.
Lookin' good.

- Thanks.
- Dexter?

- Uh...Trisha.
- You look fantastic.

I can't wait to
sit down and catch up.

- Yeah, absolutely.
- Right now?

Uh, there's some people
I need to say hello to first.

- Hey, Joe.
- Oh, hey, good to see you.

Dexter Morgan.
Wow!

Looks like someone's
been working out.

Yeah, doing my best.

Dexter!
So sorry about your wife.

- We read all about it.
- Yeah.

Oh.
Thank you.

You've had a personal tragedy.

Unlike everyone else,

you look better
than you did 20 years ago,

and you've got a cool job.

Put all those things together,
and it makes you...

- Popular.
- How's it feel?

- I hate it.
- Come on, it's great.

Most of the people here
would love to be popular.

Most of the people
here don't have

two rolls of duct tape,
80 yards of plastic sheeting,

and a surgical saw
in their truck.

It's not the end of
the world, Dex.

No, but it definitely
makes things more difficult.

I'm used
to flying under the radar.

So you're
flying a little higher.

That's a good thing.

So what am I supposed to do?

Enjoy it, son.

♪ ♪

Being a blood spatter
analyst really isn't

so much of a job as
it's a calling.

You guys are
the modern American cowboys.

Yes.

Yee-haw!

Ah, I'm gonna go grab a refill.

All right.

Joe.
Hey.

Dexter.
What's going on, man?

Nice, a sample of my own blood.

- You know, life.
- I know, man.

I know.

Looks like you've
done pretty well for yourself

over the past 20 years.

I have.
I moved to Virginia,

bought a couple
sporting goods stores.

- Oh.
- It's good business.

How about you?

I work for
Miami Metro Homicide.

- You're a cop?
- No, no, I'm a lab geek.

I work in
the forensics department.

Lab geek!
That's who you are!

Now I remember,
the science brainiac.

Yep, that would be me.

Ah.

Hey, I was sorry to
hear about Janet.

Yeah.

That was tough.

But I understand you kinda
went through the same thing?

Yeah.
It's true,

we both lost our wives
way too early.

- Sometimes life sucks.
- Mm.

What do you do?

You know,
it's been three years now,

and still sometimes
I get so angry with Janet

doing what she did,
leaving me like that.

I know, it must be hard on you.

Mm.
Yeah.

Yeah.

Ooh, wow.

Get a look at that.
Trisha Billings.

Right, I spoke to her
a little while ago.

Yes, little Miss Prom Queen
still hot as ever.

You know, my one regret
in high school

was that I never
tapped that sweet ass.

Well,
you were dating Janet then.

Right.

Of course.

But...

I should at least go say hello.

♪ Can't touch this ♪

I need to find another way
to get a drop of Joe's blood.

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ can't touch this ♪
♪ oh, oh, oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ my, my, my, my ♪
♪ can't touch this ♪

And I think I just found it.

Come on, Dexter.
It's hammer time.

- Ah.
- Whoo!

I have no idea
what "hammer time" is.

♪ And I'm known as such ♪

Or how it differs from
regular time.

♪ I told you homeboy,
you can't touch this ♪

♪ yeah, that's how
we're livin' and you know ♪

♪ you can't touch this ♪

♪ look in my eyes, man ♪

♪ you can't touch this ♪

♪ yo, let me
bust the funky lyrics ♪

♪ you can't touch this ♪

♪ oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ can't touch this ♪
♪ oh-oh ♪

Patience.

"In the midst of the street
was the tree of life,

"which bears 12 manner of fruit

and yielded
her fruit every month."

Do you want something?

I'd like some oranges, please.

Ah...

♪ ♪

Seems small without your stuff.

Had to make room for you.

I'm acting lt. only.

Not if I recommend you
for the position full-time.

You don't owe me anything,
you know that.

- Yes, I know that.
- And that was the deal.

We divorce, things
go back to the way they were

- while we were still friends.
- That's exactly what this is.

I'm choosing
you to run Homicide

because
you're the best there is.

- There's no other reason.
- You sure?

Honestly.

Okay, my motives
are not unselfish.

I need someone in here
who I can trust,

- someone who will have my back.
- I don't know.

I'm someone who needs to
be on the streets.

The street can be exciting,
but it's also hard.

And none of us
are getting any younger.

You need to start
thinking about your future here.

Besides, the prestige
and salary bump can't hurt.

I know what
you're saying, but--

How much of a salary bump?

20% the first year.

- Hmm.
- Think about it.

Fine.
But no promises.

Okay...
Lieutenant Batista.

Wishbone,
hail Mary, buttonhook...

Nothing is what it seems.

If I have any hope of blending in
I need to learn this.

Just enough so that
I can get close to Joe

and draw a bit of blood.

Even the coffin corner
isn't as fun as you'd think.

We've got a situation.
Grab your kit.

Ah-ah, pros only.

Everybody stay behind
the yellow tape

and watch me work my magic.

Watch well, and one of you

will be lucky enough to
become my intern.

A prized opportunity...

that will have to be earned.

Ten bucks
the hot chick earns it.

I can't take that bet.
It's too obvious.

- So what do we got?
- About three pounds of meat.

- Any body?
- Not yet.

An early morning customer
called it in.

Ah, intestines.

- We've covered that, Sherlock.
- They're human.

These tissue tears indicate

they were removed
in a very crude manner.

Yeah, but where's the body?

Where was the vic disemboweled?

This spatter suggests
the initial blow

was to the head from behind.

Probably in
the process of unloading.

The victim went down...

and he was dragged...

down to here.

Watch the blood.

This spray
comes from a stab wound--

That's likely what killed him.

And this pool
of blood in the dirt

suggests he was
disemboweled here.

No signs of a struggle,

judging from
the undisturbed blood pool.

Yeah, he was either
dead or unconscious

when his intestines
were removed.

No usable footprints
through the blood?

What do you
think we're up against?

I mean, leaving
the intestines on the scale

wasn't done by accident.

Body part removal
could be drug-related,

it could be Santeria, voodoo.

Let's hold on a second folks.

Could you guys set up a larger
perimeter, search the area?

The body might've
been dumped nearby.

Hey.
Uh, can we...talk in private?

- Yeah, go ahead.
- No, I mean, like, later.

- Over dinner.
- Why?

What's the big deal?

That's why I'm asking you.
You're being weird.

You're being weird.

Okay, now you're
being weird and stupid.

Did you buy another
big-screen TV for the apartment?

If you bought another
big screen for the apartment

and you're expecting me
to pay for half of it,

- there's no way--
- I didn't buy anything.

- Jesus Christ, leave me alone.
- I'd return it.

I got all I need.

I'm gonna sneak back
to my reunion,

I got a big flag football game
to suit up for.

Did I just hear him right?

You run the post corner.

Everyone else
know what they're doing?

- Ready!
- Ready!

- Let's go.
- Yep, you got your man, right?

This time, the plan is

when Joe is at
the bottom of the pile,

I'll give him a quick jab
and get my sample.

18!

5!

Red, yellow, hike!

Unfortunately,
Joe never seems to go down.

Block that shit!

Unlike me.

Come on, Dexter!

Stay low, block high.

You gotta
block that shit, Morgan.

My lancet.

No lancet
means no blood sample.

Huddle up, bros.

Let's go deep, baby.
Let's go deep.

So I want you
to break outside and go deep.

Look, Dexter,
you're an offensive lineman.

And it's your job to
stay close to the quarterback

and protect him from
the rushers.

And while you're there,
sticking close...

Give the little prick a hard
jab in the nose with your elbow.

Make him bleed, Dexter.

Blue 46, hike!

Oh! Shit!

- Sorry, Joe.
- What the fuck was that?

Sorry.
Sor--oh, whoa.

Who taught you
how to play football?

My dad.

And we've got a blood match.

Tomorrow night,
Joe is all mine.

- Dexter.
- Night, Angel.

Did you take Harrison
for his pre-school interview?

Yeah, I did.

Good, 'cause Auri
really liked it there.

She didn't find it scary?

The statues,
and the...you know.

The crucifix.

That's a very powerful image

of the sacrifice
that was made for us.

All kids have
to learn those kind of things.

Those kinds of things.

Sorry, but why?

I only ask because
I wasn't brought up

with much church experience.

No, that's okay.
These are good questions.

Um...

It's the catechism.

And they need
to learn that because...?

God has put a desire
for himself in every person.

Look, I know
this is a little basic,

but how do we even know
there is a God?

You know, so I
can explain it to Harrison.

Oh, well...

Well, there is a God...

Because in...

In every one of us,

there is a powerful
sense of moral goodness.

Okay.

But honestly,
when you really get down to it,

- it's all about faith.
- Mm.

It's something you feel,

not something you can explain.

This is very hard to
put into words.

Because it makes no sense.

Thanks, Angel, you really
made it all much more clear.

Sure.
Always happy to help.

This place is
kind of fancy, isn't it?

It's okay, I'm buying.

Oh, and I'm eating.

That was nice of Dexter
to let you out early tonight.

Oh, yeah,
he's such a good boss.

He works around
my school schedule,

- whatever I need.
- He's a good guy.

- Mm-hmm.
- With all he went through

last year,
you know, losing his wife...

I'm glad he's got you
helping him out.

Yeah, so sad.

Well, I think he's putting it
all behind him at least.

Well, I don't know.
Some nights...

What?

It just seems like some
nights the pain, the loneliness,

whatever it is he's feeling,
gets to be too much

and he's gotta
just disappear for a while,

go out on his boat.

I think he's trying
to keep it away from Harrison.

Yeah.
He really loves his son.

Poor guy needs
a hobby or something.

Totally.
Thank you.

Thanks. Can I get a nice
bottle of champagne, please?

Thanks.

Champagne?
What is up with you?

We're celebrating.

You're looking at
the next lieutenant of Homicide.

- You?
- Yeah.

Angel!
That is so fantastic!

Wait, when did this happen?

It's not official yet.
I'm only acting lt.

But you know, it should
come through any day now.

I am so happy for you.

It comes
with a nice salary bump.

We can finally get out
of that little apartment

- and into a nice house.
- Wouldn't that be so great.

I could put Auri
back in ballet lessons.

How's she doing?

- You know, a teenager.
- Oh.

She doesn't
need her daddy anymore.

It's a phase, I'm sure.

I'm sure.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

- Oh, wow.
- What?

It's...yep.

Um, you're kinda almost
naked on top there.

- It's...
- You sound just like pop.

Don't say that.

It's true.
He used to follow me

when I walked to school to make
sure I didn't talk to any boys.

I just don't want
people thinking

that you're my girlfriend.

Why would they think that?

Because you
just took off your top.

- You're all sexualized.
- Oh, my God!

You're serious!

I know
we didn't grow up together,

- but I'm your sister, Angel.
- I know, I know.

She's--she's not my girlfriend.

What?

I just told her
that you're not my girlfriend.

She probably
thinks you're a prostitute.

Oh, my God.
I was wrong.

You're not like pop,
you are pop.

I should beat you for that.

Exactly like pop.

- Sister?
- Mr. Morgan.

- Good morning.
- Hi.

I just wanted to apologize
for the other day.

I didn't mean to
come across as indifferent.

Of course not.

The fact is, I'm pretty
ignorant in spiritual matters.

I had a rather
unconventional childhood.

- Oh?
- My father taught me

what he thought was important.

But I guess we had some concerns
that seemed more pressing

- than learning about God.
- I see.

But I want Harrison
to have a normal childhood,

a good childhood.

I would like
for him to go here.

And you came all the way
out here this morning

just to tell me this?

It seemed important.

I'll see if we can find
a place for your son.

Thank you.

Ah!

Hey.

I've got my intern
photographing the scene.

That's your intern?

What happened
to the little hottie?

What are you suggesting?

That I would pick Ryan
as my intern

simply because of her
remarkable breasts and buttocks?

- Yeah.
- I find that incredibly

insulting that you would
question my integrity.

I picked the student
with the highest test scores,

- end of story.
- So what do we got here?

Floater, washed ashore.
Some lady called it in.

- He's dead.
- That's your best guy?

Looks like he was
killed by the stab wound,

he wasn't drowned.

His body was put
in the water post-mortem.

So he was dumped.
Someone tried to hide the body?

Vince?

He wasn't in the water
very long.

Three, four hours, max.

So he was dumped
right off-shore.

Doesn't look like somebody
was trying to hide him.

No, more like they wanted
the body to be found.

Last thing I need is
a complicated crime scene.

Holy shit.

Someone cut him open,
then sewed him back up.

And it just got complicated.

These incisions
were made post-mortem.

Our fruit vendor?

- Omar Rivera.
- That's our guy.

These stitchings are
really weird.

There's, like, an "A" and
then a horseshoe kind of thing.

It's Greek.
Alpha, Omega.

How do you know Greek?

I dated some sorority chicks
back in the day.

Of course you did.

Holy shit, it's moving.

There's something inside.

Holy Frankenfuck!
Snakes!

Bag 'em, bag 'em.

Ugh!

- Got 'em all?
- Yeah.

- How many you got?
- Uh, seven.

Seven snakes.

Your guy just fainted.

That's not a good sign
for a crime scene investigator.

Good-bye, big guy.

Hello, runner-up,
little miss hottie.

Can we get back to this,
please?

Snakes.
I mean, what the fuck?

How does that happen?

I mean, what?
Did snakes crawl inside of him?

No, they're freshwater snakes.
Somebody put them there.

Somebody cut him open,
took out his intestines,

and replaced them with snakes.

- Why?
- To send a message, maybe?

Dude, what kind
of message does it send

putting snakes
in a dead guy's stomach?

Some kind of warning, maybe.

Whatever the message,
whoever sent it

went to
a lot of time and trouble.

This is no amateur.

After Joe's
had a couple of drinks,

I'll figure out a way
to get him to step outside

- where I'll M99 him and--
- Dexter!

Trisha.

- Hi.
- Hi-yee.

I was hoping I'd see you
before the weekend was over.

Oh, well, here I am.

Mm-hmm.

- Shall we?
- If it wasn't for you,

I'd have never
made it through high school.

Oh?

You saved my life.

I saved your--
How?

We had
so many classes together,

and I'd always
sit right behind you.

Every test we took,
I'd copy all your answers.

- It's how I got through.
- Oh, well, I never noticed.

That's okay.
That makes us even.

I never noticed
how cute you are.

Until now.

- Oh.
- Oh, my God, Mr. Smith's class.

- This is it.
- Wow.

You helped me a lot
in this classroom.

Maybe I should give
you a little something back.

Trisha,
I don't have time for this.

Yes, you do.

This is--

Really...

Stop talking, Dexter.

Oh.

Oh, God, what
did I get myself into?

This is never good.

That was so good.

Thanks, sweetie.

Your purse.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.

Whoa, that was easy.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Ooh, Trisha, you bad girl.

What is this?

Trisha?

You here?

What the fuck?

Fast reflexes.
I hate jocks.

- It's you.
- I'm a mighty Panther.

I'm the gold and red.

Jesus, you still are
some weird loser.

What the fuck's up with you?

Tonight is meant for victory,

it's time to make you dead.

Oh.

I don't think
that last line is right.

Oh, I'm pretty sure it is.

Welcome back.

What the hell is going on?

Why'd you do it, Joe?

Why'd you kill Janet?

What?
Who said I killed Janet?

I didn't kill Janet.
I was--

No more lies.

I'm a blood
spatter expert, remember?

I see things others miss.

You shot Janet,
then put the gun in her hand.

No, I-I-I-I-I-I came home
and I found her--

Okay, o-o-okay, okay.

But I had to.

Yeah? Why?
Why'd you have to?

Because
we were having problems,

and-and
the marriage was over,

- and-and...
- And so you killed her?

Do you know
how expensive a divorce is?

Really?

That's your answer?

What would Jesus have done?

Seriously now.

How do you reconcile

your belief in
a higher power--in a God--

with what you've done?

What difference does it make?

I'm just curious.

So what, I'm supposed
to defend my beliefs to you?

If you don't mind.

Look, I mean,
everyone makes mistakes.

And...They do things
that they shouldn't do.

And they're only human.

But God--
see, God forgives us.

Really, it's as simple as that?

You kill someone,
God forgives you for it?

- Yes.
- So I could kill you

- and God would forgive me?
- Well, no.

- You just said he would.
- You have to truly repent.

Do you truly
repent for killing Janet?

- Yes, definitely.
- Liar.

No, no,
you don't wanna do that!

- Why is that?
- 'Cause...

If you let me go, God
will give you life everlasting,

and whatever you want.

Eh, there's really
nothing I need.

You know, you don't wanna--

you don't wanna--
you don't wanna make God mad.

Don't you hear
how foolish you sound?

Because he will smite you

with swords,
and rocks, and thunder.

Ehhh,
thunder is just the noise.

It would be lightning.

Joe, please, stop.

And I have been washed
with the blood of the lamb,

and he will protect me--

Sorry.
Hammer time.

So I talked to
the Coast Guard today,

and they confirmed
what we'd already figured.

With the tides and all that,
that body was probably

tossed in the water no more
than a quarter mile off shore.

Really?

You don't seem very interested.

No, of course I'm interested.

I-I-I just, um...

don't really
wanna talk about work.

What is going on with you?
You're acting so weird lately.

I'm not acting weird, I--

You're about
to drink the candle.

I'm just gonna use
the restroom.

Debra...

Will you marry me?

God, I sound
like a fucking idiot.

Thank you.

Get down, get down, get down!

Fuck!
He's wearing kevlar.

Don't fuckin' move!

You all right?

Yeah.

Life is good.

I'm not at all unhappy.

I'm quite content
to go about my life

believing in nothing.

With no fear that there might be
something more out there.

"I stood upon
the sand of the sea,

"and I saw a serpent
rise up out of the sea,

having seven heads."

"And upon these heads,
the name of blasphemy."

So it's begun?

Yes.
It's begun.

But I also have a son.

And I have to think about
what he wants

and what's best for him,

because who knows?

Maybe he'll
grow up to be someone

who wants to think about...

those kinds of things.

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