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Previously on "Dexter"...

What if the ice-truck
killer does disappear?

No, he's got unfinished
business with me.

"Dear Ken, I'm in pieces.

Why the cold shoulder?
Love, Barbie."

Paul called after you left.

He's already out of jail --
Overcrowding.

Can you believe it?

Are you fucking my wife?

Next time, we'll figure out
what to tell the kids

so you don't have to
sneak out like this.

You want there to
be a next time?

I just wish he'd go away.

Why can't he just go away
and disappear forever?

I so want to
maul you right now.

I so want you to.

It's different.

It feels like...

I hate saying this.
It sounds fucking cheesy.

It feels like making love.

"Barbie, be patient.

"One day we'll
share a cold one."

Thank god for showers.
Private time to think --

Harder to come by now that
I'm in a real relationship.

Do you mind?

Not at all.

- Could you pass the soap?
- Yeah.

It's locked!

Mom, I got to pee!

I'll be right
there, sweetie!

- Hold on a second, buddy!
- I can't!

Sorry.
One-bathroom house.

Nature calls.

Cool. How did you
get that ugly scar?

Cody!

Sword fight -- I won.

Mom, I got to brush.

Whatever happened to knocking?

I'm gonna be late for school.

You brush, you pee,
I'm just gonna...

I mean, what does "separation"
mean to you?

What "separation" means to
me is that you're separated,

and you work it out.
Now, this was false pretenses.

I mean,
I knew she wanted a divorce

when she asked for the
separation -- she lied.

Yeah, and you didn't when you
were cheating on her, right?

- "Cheat" -- One cheat.
- Got it.

That's in the singular.

- One.
- Okay.

And I felt so crappy,
I told her the next day.

That's your problem.
You're too damn honest.

She wouldn't even
talk about it.

And I tried to get her to
see a counselor with me.

Forget that.

- Stop the car, man!
- What?

Stop the goddamn car!

Stop! Police!

Doakes! Doakes!

- You all right?
- Yeah.

The suspect's name was Jacques Bayard,
according to his driver's license.

- Haitian?
- That'd be my guess.

All right.
Let's go over it again.

I saw a gun in the
suspect's waistband.

I went to question him, and
he took off running when he saw me.

Angel, you saw all this?

Yeah, I saw Bayard bolt,

and I turned the car
around in pursuit.

All right, and when you went
under the causeway...

He took a shot at me.

I took cover and returned
fire from that corner.

No, not from there.

Yeah, from fucking right there.

But...

If you shot him
from right there,

the blood spatter would go in that
direction. Look at the patterns.

You questioning me?
'Cause I got questions for you.

The man's just doing what
he's supposed to do.

The man is
a fucking creep job!

James. Just focus
on the facts, okay?

The D.A.'s team is ready for you.
You good?

I'm good.

Yeah.
You're up next.

Sorry, but I didn't
invent physics.

He just got
mixed up is all.

Hell, I'm not even sure
what the hell happened.

Trauma can distort the memory.

Come on. I want you and
Rita to meet my boyfriend.

It's just hard to get a
babysitter on a Friday night.

Dex, you're my brother.
You should know my boyfriend.

You really like using
the "B" word, don't you?

Well, Rudy is my
goddamn boyfriend,

so stop making
bullshit excuses.

Honestly, our last double
date was a little awkward.

I just want to make sure
this one's gonna... stick.

Well, thanks for the vote
of fucking confidence!

Dex, Rudy's different.

I feel safe with him.
I think...

I'm falling for him.

Excuse me.
Where can I find Dexter Morgan?

Right here.

Oh, that was easy.

An urgent registered letter?

Maybe you won a sweepstakes.

- Dex, you got a second?
- Yeah.

Hey, you finish your
report on the shooting?

I'm walking it up to I.A.
right now.

You still think Doakes'
version doesn't add up?

Blood never lies.

Shit.

Listen, um...

Can you sit on that
till I talk to Doakes?

Here.

Now it's yours to sit on,
stand on, do what you want.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

You know, it's a federal offense
to read someone else's mail.

"We regret to inform you of
the death of your father"?

Dad died 10 years ago.

This isn't about Harry.

"Joseph Driscoll of Dade City,
Florida, names his son,

"Dexter Morgan of Miami,

"as his executor."

It's a will.

Well, he can't be your
biological father.

Dad said he died before
you came to live with us.

He wouldn't make a
mistake like that.

"The body's awaiting cremation
while they notify the next of kin."

I'm your only next of kin.

Don't you fucking forget it.

Oh, and I inherited a house.

I know the truth,

because Harry always
told me the truth.

He had to.

He was teaching me
principles, a code.

He knew what I would
become without it.

So Joseph Driscoll of Dade
City must have been mistaken.

You know what this is?

This is Dexter's new
birth certificate.

The adoption finally
went through.

You're a Morgan now.

I thought I was
already a Morgan.

Well, you have been to us,
but it's official now.

It took a long time
and a lot of hurdles.

- This is an important day for us.
- Hey, dad?

How come you never told us what
happened to Dexter's real parents?

Well, they died.

I know,
but how?

- I don't know.
- Let's not talk about it.

No, how did they die, dad?

It was an accident,
a tragic accident.

So, have you found out anything
else about this Joe Driscoll?

Well, I looked online. I even --

looked at police records.
There are no birth records,

no driver's license,
just the deed to the house...

And a mention in the local
paper about his bowling team.

That's odd.

Yeah, I spoke to
the probate lawyer,

the guy who drafted the will.

And apparently Joseph Driscoll was
an insurance adjuster of sound mind,

with no doubts about who I was.

Dexter, you're not feeling
any of this, are you?

You're obviously so overwhelmed
that you've shut down.

Maybe.

It's too much for
you to handle.

Yeah. I guess.

So I think I should
come with you.

Oh, no,
you don't have to do that.

Trust me. You'll need me.

I fell asleep.

Sex like that takes a
lot out of a person.

So, are we still seeing your
brother for dinner Friday night?

No.

He's got to go to Dade City.

What's in Dade City?

- I told you he was adopted, right?
- Yeah.

Some dead guy up in Dade
fucking City thought he was

Dexter's biological father

and left him a house.

Really?

Man.

It's a mistake,
a big one.

Still, though, that's got to...

open up some old wounds.

When are you leaving?

Me?

I'm gonna stay in bed
with you all weekend.

I thought you two were close.

We are.

Dex just likes to deal
with things on his own.

- He doesn't need my help.
- Or...

He doesn't know
how to ask for it.

I left a message so we wouldn't
have to have this conversation.

Yeah, which is why
I hustled over here,

so we could hash this
out like adults.

Admirable, Paul, but this adult
is still going out of town.

Not if it means blowing off my
scheduled visit with my kids.

That's not your call.

The kids are already
settled at Colleen's.

You can have your
visit when we get back.

It's just that I already laid
out cash for the tickets.

A death in the family
trumps the circus.

Dexter is not your family.
I am.

You ready?

Hey, Paul.

Better hit the road.

They should have served a
cardiologist with these burgers.

We had to eat them.

Junk food's the unwritten
rule of the road.

It's nice.

The lawyer said there should
be a key under the mat.

Are you my new neighbors?!

No.

No, we're just here to clear up
some things with the estate.

So sad about Mr. Driscoll.

He was only 60, you know --
Too young for a heart attack.

He used to clean my
gutters every fall.

I don't know what
I'm gonna do now...

Unless you know how
to clean gutters.

We're not gonna be
here for that long.

But, uh, you have a good day.

A bachelor lived here,
that's for sure.

Well, we can head back
tomorrow morning,

as soon as I straighten
things out at the morgue.

I don't want a
house in Dade City.

Which means it's gonna
need to be packed up.

And I don't think anybody
else is gonna do it, so

I guess that leaves us.

Told you you'd need me.

- Hey, James.
- Hey, man.

I.A. is pressing me on my
report of the shooting.

Yeah.

There's just one thing
that I can't get clear on.

It's pretty clear from
where I was standing.

Yeah...

Except...

I could have sworn that I
heard your 9-millimeter go off

before the .38.

Now, there's lots of reasons it
could have gone down that way.

If Bayard even
just aimed at you,

it's still all right to shoot.

Except he shot first,
when I came around the corner.

Yeah. Maybe you're
confused about that too

because the
blood-spatter report says

- it couldn't have gone down that way.
- You saying I'm a liar?

No. I'm saying that maybe
you're not remembering right.

This may come as a fucking
shock to you, Angel,

but you're not the only
honest cop in Miami.

Look, I just want to know

why a man is dead.

You want to come at me,
you come at me straight.

You want it straight?
I did not see a gun!

Angel.

I need to talk to you.

Help me out, man.

- Is that Joe?
- Must be.

It's weird,
but he looks a little bit like you...

But not really.

Those seem to be the only
pictures in the house.

There's no family
or kids' photos.

Lonely.

- Dexter. Hi.
- Hey.

Surprise.

I know you can't
ask for my help, but

it's my duty to, you know...

Help while you deal
with old wounds...

Or wha-- Jesus.
Whatever. I'm here.

So it appears.

And this is Rudy.

I've waited a long
time to meet you.

And you must be Rita.

Hi.

He came here for me --
For the both of us.

Isn't he great?

A lot of work to
pack all this up.

Even with the four of us,
it'll take us the whole weekend.

The whole weekend?
Where should I put our stuff?

It's too eerie,
sleeping in a dead man's house.

I saw a Motel 6 on the way in.

We could stay here
and save the money.

I mean, it is late,

and we'd probably get more
packing done if we stayed here.

It's up to you, Dex.

Just say the word.

As long as you don't
mind the sofa bed.

Okay, I'll go look
for some clean sheets.

How did a death turn
into a couples' weekend?

Luckily, I get up earlier
than normal people.

Coffee?

Thanks.

I've got to hit the morgue.

Want company?

No.

- Thank you, though.
- It's private.

I get it.

I gave Joe a physical once a year,
like clockwork,

so no history of heart disease,
but it happens.

It appears so.

We were about to send him to a
crematorium when we found you.

We thought

his son should have a chance
to pay his last respects.

I'm not his son.

Estrangement in a
family is a shame, but

death is the great unifier.

That's an interesting tattoo.

Joe said he picked
that up in Nam.

You can be proud.
He was a patriot.

Uh, perhaps he was
also an ex-convict.

- Excuse me?
- It's a prison tattoo.

It's done with a pen
and ballpoint ink.

It's three or four decades old,
judging by the fade.

Son, I knew Joe. He
was no ex-convict.

He was a good man,

a quiet man,

and a damn good bowler.

How'd you determine
cardiac arrest?

Was there damage to
the coronary artery?

It's, uh,
professional curiosity.

I work in forensics,
down in Miami.

I see.

Well, uh, I found microaneurisms
in the retinas.

It's common with seizures
during a heart attack.

It's also a sign of
diabetic retinopathy.

Son, I may be a
small-town doctor,

but I know a heart
attack when I see one.

Who knows what caused it --

Stress,

inactivity...

French fries --

But knowing won't
bring him back.

It's hard to accept so many unanswered
questions, but sometimes...

No, you're right...

Dr. Pittman.

Yeah, this is really hard.

You mind if I just take
a minute alone with...

Dad?

I'll be next door in my office.

Masuka.

Hey, it's Dexter Morgan.

Dude, I know
your last name.

I need a favor,
a DNA comparison.

I thought you were away
with the girlfriend.

What? She surfing
the Crimson wave?

I'm just helping
out a local agency.

I'm gonna send you
two blood samples.

I need it A.S.A.P.

Do a tox
screen, will you?

Hey, Romeo, if this is your
idea of a romantic weekend,

you're gonna be a bachelor
for a very long time.

Yeah.

Run another I.V.
Let's keep his blood levels volumized.

What's his pressure?

It's 80 and dropping.

We may need to
do a belly tap.

Hey, Dex.
Buddy, I'm here.

- It hurts, dad.
- What happened?

He tried to climb a fence
to get Debra's ball,

but a dog chased after him,

and he fell on a
wrought-iron post.

Is he gonna be all right?

We can keep him
stable for a while.

But he's gonna need surgery to
repair some internal bleeding,

and that's a problem.

Can we talk over
here, please?

Dex, I'll be right back.

Hold your brother's
hand, sweetie.

Okay, the complication is
with your son's blood type.

I don't want to
talk about this.

Why are you being like this?!

You don't need to mention
that in front of anybody.

Are you crazy?!
He could die.

You got to do something quick.
You've got to go now.

So, you heard the .38 go off

before sergeant
Doakes' 9-millimeter.

Then I went under the causeway,
and I saw the suspect...

Mr. Bayard...

Mr. Bayard on the ground,

his gun lying next to him.

And you're sure it was
Mr. Bayard's gun?

Well, the .38 wasn't mine.

And Sergeant Doakes had
his niner in his hands.

Did you see Mr. Bayard
carrying the gun

before the foot
chase began?

Sergeant Doakes did.

Did you see Mr. Bayard
acting suspiciously?

Did you know Mr. Bayard
worked as a janitor?

I --

How the fuck
would I know that?

Never got so much
as a parking ticket

since he immigrated from
Haiti 15 years ago.

He got a lot more than
that this time, didn't he?

Are you sure you
heard the .38 go off

before Sergeant
Doakes' 9-millimeter?

Joe bought this house
outright in 1976,

paid cash,

no records before that.

No records,

no childhood photos...

The guy was 60,

but it's like his life
started when he was 30.

You know, you're right.

He's right.

So, what happened
between years one and 29?

Maybe he butchered
his entire family.

Yeah...

Or he walked out
on his two wives

and a lot of bad debt.

The guy was a loser, after all.

Who else owns this
many bowling balls?

What do you think, Dex?

I think Joe spent
some time in prison,

probably mixed with
some bad people.

Maybe he had to hide from them.

Whatever it was,
drugs were involved --

Narcotics anonymous.

Paul used to get these,

except he never made it
past the welcome chip.

Looks like Joe
was clean for...

Let me guess --
30 years.

Well, Joe said
no to the drugs,

but not his rock 'n' roll.

Nothing in his
collection post-1980.

Got to love a purist.

Oh, good.
Dancing.

- Hello?
- Hey, babe. It's Paul.

Just making sure dear Dexter

is dealing decently
with his dead dad.

We're fine.

Everyone's fine, OK?

- We'll see you on Monday.
- No, no, no.

Talk to me.

You having fun?

'Cause I'm not.

- Paul.
- I would have.

I could have taken my
kids to the circus.

We'd be eating
peanuts right now,

stepping in elephant shit.

Paul, this is not helping
my confidence in you.

Oh, I think you've got enough
confidence for both of us.

Look, if you want to work

towards building more
visitation days, not less,

you need to avoid this kind
of behavior right here.

Now, I think you
might just want

to politely hang up.

Okay.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

You have a great weekend.

A secret life --

The only thing Joe
and I have in common.

There's nothing else in
this house to connect us.

Hiding out?

Cleaning up.

I can only imagine what
you're going through.

A lot of
lemon-fresh joy.

You joke.

It's good defense,
by the way.

Thank you.
I think.

Still,

the possibility has got
to be weighing on you.

What possibility?

That Joe

could actually
be your dad.

The only way
that's a possibility

is if Harry was wrong.
And, uh,

that's just not possible.

Or he lied.

Don't you worry, little man.
You're not gonna feel a thing.

I thought there was a problem --
you know, the blood?

Your dad fixed it.

See, you have a very special
blood type -- A.B. negative.

It's hard to come by,
and our supply was low.

But your dad knew somebody
with blood just like yours.

You're very lucky.

- Can I have a moment with my son?
- Yeah.

Hey, Dex.

Everything's gonna be fine.

You'll be good as new.

I will?

Hey, would
I lie to you?

When my father was dying,

he just asked me
for one thing --

Debería ser
un hombre honesto.

"Be an honest man."

That's all he asked.

I made him that promise,

and that's why I'm a cop.

Now this Haitian
man is dead,

and I don't know why,

but I know it ain't right.

But if I talk...

I'll be a rat to
the whole precinct.

- But if I lie --
- Hold up.

Go ahead.

The blood spatter doesn't
match Doakes' report.

Also...

...I heard Doakes' 9-millimeter
go off before the .38.

- But he must have had good cause.
- So Doakes fired first?

Doakes fired first.

I hope tuna's all right.

Mmm, love me a little mercury.

That's Dexter's.

Oh, he's out stealing garbage-can
space from the neighbors.

Criminal -- I like it.

It's the station.

Morgan here.

Wait.

Did I call the hot
Morgan by mistake?

Freudian.

My subconscious
has been exposed.

Well, zip it up and tell
me what's going on.

I got the results.

On Doakes' shooting?
Has he been cleared?

On the DNA test.

What DNA test?

You trusted dad
your entire life,

so why question him now?

Am I missing something?

DNA test?

Masuka called?

Your biological
father was dead.

Dad told us that.

I remember.

So, the DNA came back negative?

It was a match.

Joe Driscoll was your bio dad.

Interesting.

Do you think dad...

lied?

I think he might have
known Joe was here...

...Five hours up
I-95 my whole life.

Well, he must have had
a damn good reason.

And I'm not gonna let some
guy you didn't even know

draw him into question.

Deb, I'm not
questioning anything.

That's why you got
a tox screen, too.

I need to clear my head.

Where are your car keys?

Deb, I ordered the
tox screen because

Joe had no history
of heart disease

and the coroner's
report was inept.

You did it

because, for some reason,
he is important to you.

It was professional curiosity.

Then you will be
professionally glad to know

that the only
toxin in his system

was a sedative,

which he probably took to...

I don't know, sleep.

That would surprise me.

Joe was 30 years sober,

I haven't found
anything stronger

than Advil in his
medicine cabinet.

It wouldn't be the first time an
addict fell off the wagon, Rita.

Or someone slipped
him the sedative

so he wouldn't struggle when he
was injected with something.

Like?

Diabetic insulin.

It can cause cardiac arrest.

We've seen it before.

It's nearly impossible
to detect

unless you can find
a point of injection,

which I wasn't looking for,
but if I had a chance

- to examinate the body, I --
- Jesus Christ!

He's not even your family!

Mom and dad were.

I am.

Are you gonna start
questioning me now?

You? Why would I --

Joe Driscoll was obviously
bad fucking news,

which is why dad didn't want
you to know anything about him!

Doesn't that matter to you?!

I don't know what
you want from me.

I want what dad wanted.

I want nothing to
do with this guy.

Let's just finish packing
up this crappy house

and walk the fuck away!

All right. That sounds like
a good plan. Okay?

I guess I understand
why Deb is upset.

We both idolized Harry,

lived by what he taught us...

Though Deb never
had to be taught

not to kill innocent people.

That's why she
doesn't understand

why I need to know.

Howdy, neighbor.

Let me get that for you.

Well, thank you.

I was just wondering --

Did you happen to notice any
visitors over at Joe's last week?

Visitors?

Oh, I'm not sure.

I'm just wondering if he
has any outstanding bills --

A gardener, maybe, or
a delivery person, repairman?

Well, come to think of it,
there was a, um,

cable repairman here last week.

He was polite.

But, you know,
he couldn't fix my TV antenna.

You remember what
he looked like?

Well, he had dark hair...

Average height --
Normal, I suppose.

I did some checking on our
suspect Jacques Bayard.

You lending I.A. a hand?

I just like to know what's
going on in my department.

And what is going on?

Turns out Mr. Bayard
changed his name

when he immigrated here.

Used to be Rene Thibault,

a former officer in
the Haitian military.

Didn't your tour in
the army include some...

special op in Haiti?

Right.

"Special" means you
don't talk about it.

But I know you've heard as
many horror stories as I have

about what went
on down there

with those death squads.

What were they called?

Tonton Macoute.

Yeah, "the bogeymen."

They did a lot of
terrible things,

killed a lot of people.

They made mothers carry the
heads of their dead sons,

forced fathers to
rape their daughters.

They tied cinder blocks around
people's necks and drowned them

and put mutilated
bodies in trees

and killed anybody who
tried to take them down.

This man, Jacques Bayard,

if he did those things...

he deserved a lot
worse than he got.

Don't worry, James.

It'll be over soon.

I know it will.

If Joe was shot up with insulin,
there will be an injection welt...

Maybe between his
toes or in a freckle.

If it's there, I'll find it.

Small towns.

Come on, Dr. Pittman, which
crematorium did you send Joe to?

Hey! You! stop! Come on!

Get in!

Heard you sneak out.

Took a guess where
you were headed.

Figuring I'd need a ride?

Figured I could
talk you out of it.

No such luck, huh?

Deb will be delighted.

As far as I know,
you went out for a walk.

Jesus, Dex,
did you steal something?

Well, my fingerprints
were all over it.

I figured it was prudent to
get rid of the evidence.

It's just a box of ashes.

- Joe was cremated, then?
- Yep.

Guess you weren't
able to find out

if he was injected
with anything.

No.

- What are you gonna do with him?
- I don't know.

Hmm, dumpster?

I have a better idea.

You know...

No matter what Harry said,

no matter what Deb thinks,

that's your father.

Cardboard box?

I know you don't want
to acknowledge it,

which is why you're running around,
breaking and entering,

searching for some killer.

But you took that

because there's a part of you

that knows that this...

that box...

is your real father.

My father.

Sounds strange.

I know.

You all right?

I was just getting some air.

Oh, hey, I found something
in Joe's closet.

It's just a bunch of papers.

They're over there.

Any clues?

Hey, buddy.

- How you feeling?
- Good.

It kind of itches,
but they have ice cream here.

Life's a trade-off.

What are you making there?

A thank-you card.

See? The nurse brought me
the crayons and everything.

Who's it for?

Well, she said I should thank
the man who gave me the blood.

I mean,

that's normal, right,
giving thank-you cards?

Yes, it is.

It's just that he's gone.

And we won't be
seeing him again.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

It doesn't really
mean anything.

Yeah, it does.

You keep drawing, son.

I'll make sure it finds him.

Okay.

You had the case dropped?

Excuse me.

I.A. dropped Doakes' case.

Do you seriously
think I have any say

over what I.A. does?

I put everything
on the line.

I told I.A. the truth,

and there's a lot of
evidence to back that up.

What the hell happened?

Maria! I deserve to know.

All I know is that
I.A. got a call

from an agency
in Washington.

- What agency?
- I'm guessing military.

They said the
case involved some --

sensitive foreign-relations issues,

so they were gonna
handle it from there.

They disappeared it.

I always knew Doakes
had a history with them.

I figured Special Forces,

but this kind of reach --

You think it was
black ops, CIA?

Maybe.

Probably.

And I ratted him out.
Jesus Christ.

Angel...

You did what you
thought was right.

Squeak, squeak.

Do you have a problem?

Officer Benson,

you just bumped
into your superior.

I believe you owe detective
Batista an apology!

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

I know I should
be sorry that

we met under these
circumstances,

but truthfully,

I think it was the best
way to get to know you.

Realtor says you
won't get much for it.

More than if I kept it.

Are we good?

We're fine.

All right.

I'll see you back
at the station.

Cable repair man.

Wait! Wait!
No, no, don't go.

Wait!

Please, I want to
ask you something.

Wait!

Alone again.

Finally.

You know what?

I'm glad you were here.

Thought you would be.

The cable repairman --

Did he say anything
about my TV antenna?!

No!

Rita, it's me.

They're asleep.

Yeah, well,
I should have been here, okay?

It's late,
and you're drunk

and you can't keep coming
by here unannounced.

You don't call the shots, okay?

Paul, I want you to leave.

I don't give a
fuck what you want.

I want my fucking kids!

You're gonna scare them.

They don't want to see me?

Those kids are gonna remember who
the head of this fucking family is.

You're right.

I've been awful.

I just didn't realize I
was hurting you so much.

But I can make
it up to you.

Let me try.

Where are you going?

Want to play rough? Huh?
Is that what you want?

No!
No!

Fucking whore.

Come on.
Come on!

Wake up. Wake up. Come on.

I had a father...

Someone other than
Harry who called me son.

The thought never
even occurred to me.

Harry was all I needed.

It was Harry who always
had the answers.

He knew who was good,
bad, safe...

And dangerous.

I built my life on Harry's code.

I lived by it.

But Harry lied.

Why would he do that?

What else don't I know?

My concrete foundation is
turning to shifting sand.

Maybe Rudy was right --

You never can
truly know anyone.

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