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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 became 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 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?

Every time you let someone get close,
it ends badly.

I will fuck you back!

Harry was right.

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.

Sure, I'm still who I was--

Who I am.

Question is, what 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 am 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 am 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.

911, 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 can harvest their body parts.

The police arrested the emergency room
doctor who was selling them.

Closed the case, but I knew they
must have 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, grown 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 preschool interview
in the morning.

They grow up fast.

Good luck tomorrow.

- Thanks.
- Guess we should be leaving.

Yeah. Unless you need me to stay.

I'm going to 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.

No, 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 yet enough freedom
so that they feel challenged.

- Okay.
- Attendance in our preschool

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.

Uh, 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?
- No.

Any religious affiliation?

No.

What do you believe in, Mr. Morgan?

Nothing. I don't

believe in anything.

Harrison really seemed to like it in there.
He didn't want to leave.

I think he just liked the cookies.

- And he already made some friends.
- Mm.

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?

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--

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 kind of cold and empty.

Does it?

Yeah.

I don't know, you can believe
whatever you want to believe--

or not believe whatever
you want to 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 want to pass on to 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.

- Where the fuck have you been?
- Had to run some errands.

What errands?

Was appointed to the department
twelve 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
to do with the mall is a corn dog.

It was too early for a corn dog.

Not always an easy task for a uniform.

They're looking awfully
lovey-dovey up there, huh?

Think the two of them...?

Gross, no way.
Matthews and LaGuerta hate each other.

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

I know you've been living together for--

I am proud to also consider

my amigo cubana.

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 convincing.
- Okay, cut the crap, Maria. Give me the book.

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

Anybody else would have
thrown you to the wolves.

Can you imagine the headlines?

Deputy Chief Matthews featured prominently

in Miami madam'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 man.

That is not true.

- And you know it
- Save it.

I'm not interested.

Watch your step, Maria.

Playing with the big boys now.

All right, keep it tight everybody. 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?
- I'm Peter.

I'm one of Professor Masuka's students.

Professor Masuka?

Yeah, I'm teaching extension and online classes
in forensic pathology at the university.

Class, this is Detective Morgan
and Detective Quinn, and that

is Sergeant Batista.

This is the future of forensic science.

Wow.

The future looks very bright.

All right, let's go, let's go. Right this way,
right this way. Next stop is my lab,

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

- Maybe I should teach a class.
- Yeah, in 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.

Getting all duded up for the big high school reunion?

- Twenty years.
- Speaking of schools...

Have you heard from
Harrison's preschool yet?

- 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 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'll 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 twenty or thirty,

sometimes even more.

There.

And she's pregnant.

Makes her fat and slow.

Well done!

There's a lot of them inside.

All you're going to 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 though the hallway.

Dexter!

Alan!

Best biology lab partners ever,
right, dude?

You bet, dude.

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
hotshot blood spatter guy?

- That'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.

And there he is.

Still the center of attention.

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

I sharpened part of it so that I can
prick Joe's hand when we shake,

and draw a small drop of blood.

Dexter!

Mindy!

My date to the spring formal.

Which was held right here.

What a night that was!

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

Oh, thanks.

It 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.

You're the last man that I ever dated.

I'm glad if I was of any help.

Dexter, hey, Mr. blood spatter guy.
I read about you in the paper. Looking good.

- Thanks.
- Dexter?

- Trisha!
- Oh, you look fantastic.

- I can't wait to sit down and catch up.
- Yeah, absolutely!

Right now?

There's some people
I need to say hello to first.

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.

Oh, thank you.

You've had a personal tragedy.

Unlike everyone else,
you look better than you did twenty years ago.

And you've got a cool job.

Put all those things together

- and it makes you...
- Popular.

How does it feel?

- I hate it.
- Oh, 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,

eighty yards of plastic sheeting,
and a surgical saw in their trunk.

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.

Yeah, 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.

I'm going to go grab a refill.

- 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 twenty years.

I have. I moved to Virginia...

Couple of sporting goods stores.
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 a forensics department.

Lab geek, that's who you are!
Now I remember!

- The science braniac!
- Yeah.

That would be me.

Hey, I was sorry to hear about Janet.

Yeah...

That was tough.

But... I understand you kind of went through the same thing.

Yeah...

That's true, we both
lost our wives way too early.

Sometimes life sucks.

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...

Yeah, it must be hard on you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Wow!

Take a look at that... Trisha belings.

Right, right, I spoke to her
a little while ago.

Yes, she was Prom Queen.
Still hot as ever.

You know, my one regret in high school

is that I never tapped that sweet ass.

Well, you were dating Janet then.

Right.

Of course.

But...

- I should at least go say hello.
- Yeah.

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

And I think I just found it.

Come on, Dexter!

It's Hammertime!

I have no idea what Hammertime is.

Or how it differs from regular time.

Patience.

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

which bears twelve manner of fruit
and yielded her fruit every month.

Do you want something?

- I'd like some oranges, please.
- Ah, naranjas.

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.

I mean, that was the deal.

We divorce, things go back the way
they were when 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're 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 street.
- 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 the salary bump can't hurt.

I know what you're saying, but...

Wait, how much of a salary bump?

Twenty percent the first year.

Think about it.

Fine.

But no promises.

Okay.

Lieutenant Batista.

Wishbone, Hail Mary, Button Hook.

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.

Pros only.

Everybody stay behind the yellow tape.
Watch me work my magic.

Watch well.

One of you will be lucky enough to become my intern.

A prize 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 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.
It'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.

He was either dead or unconscious
when his intestines were removed.

No useable footprints in 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, could be...

Santeria, voodoo.

Uh, could you guys set up a larger perimeter?

Search the area.
The body might have been dumped nearby.

Hey, uh...

Could we talk in private?

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

Over dinner.

Why?

What's the big deal?

That's what 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 and
you're expecting me to pay for half of it--

I didn't buy anything.
Jesus Christ, leave me alone!

I'd return it.

I got all I need.

I'm going to sneak back to my reunion.

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

Did I just hear him right?

You run the first corner...

Everyone else know what they're doing?
Ready!

This time the plan is when Joe is at the bottom of a pile,

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

Eighteen!

Five!

Red! And hike!

Unfortunately,
Joe never seems to go down.

Block that shit!

Unlike me.

Come on, Dexter! Stay low!

Block high!

You got to block that shit, Morgan.

My lancet.

No lancet means no blood sample.

Dexter, you're an offensive lineman.

It is your job to stay close to the quarterback
and protect him from the rushers.

And while you're there, sticking close,

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

Make him bleed, Dexter.

46, hike!

Sorry, Joe!

Sorry!

Sorry... Oh, wow!

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 preschool interview?

Yeah, I did.

Good, because Ally 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 kinds 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.

Uhm...

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,
just so I can explain it to Harrison.

Oh, well...

There... 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.

It's something you feel,

not something you can explain.

It's very hard to put into words.

Because it makes no sense.

Thanks, Angel. You've 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.

Well then, I'm eating.

It was, uh...

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.
- Mmm-hmm.

And with all he went through last
year, you know, losing his wife...

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

Yeah.

That's so sad.

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

Oh, 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 got to just

disappear for a while.
Go out on his boat.

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

He really loves his son.

- Poor guy needs a hobby or something.
- Totally. Thank you.

Can I get a nice bottle of
champagne, please?

Champagne?

- What is up with you?
- We're celebrating.

You're looking at the next
Lieutenant of Homicide.

You? Angel!

That is so fantastic! 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.

And 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 Ally back in ballet lessons...
- How is she doing?

You know. Teenager.

Doesn't need her daddy anymore.

It's a phase, I'm sure.

I'm sure.

Thank you.

What?

It's... you're...

You're kind of almost naked on top there...

- You sound just like Pop.
- Por favor, 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 sexualixed.

Oh, my God! You're serious!

I know we didn't grow up together,
but I'm your sister, Angel.

Hang on, she's...
She's not my girlfriend.

- Mierda, no!
- 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.

- How?
- My father

taught me what he thought was important, but I guess he

had some concerns that seemed more pressing than

- learning about God.
- I see.

I want Harrison to have
a normal childhood.

A good childhood.

I... 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.

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 have 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 this 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?

Um, he wasn't in the water very long. Three, four hours, Max.

So he was dumped right offshore?

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

Yeah, more like they
wanted the body to be found.

Last thing I need is
a complicated crime scene.

Holy shit!

Someone cut him open
and 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 freaking fuck, snakes!

Bag 'em! Bag 'em!

- Got them all? How many we got?
- Yeah...

Seven.

Seven snakes.

Your guy just fainted.

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

Goodbye, 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?
What, did the 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?

What kind of message does it send,
putting snakes in a dead guy's stomach?

A 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 drinks,

I'll figure out a way to get him to
step outside where I'll M-99 him and--

Dexter!

Trisha!

- Hi.
- Hi!

I was hoping I would see you
before the weekend was over.

Oh, well... here I am!

Shall we?

If it wasn't for you,

I'd have never made it through high school.

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, I never noticed.

It's okay. That makes us even.

I never noticed how cute you are

until now.

- Oh, my God, Mr. Smith's class!
- This is it!

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, God! What did I get myself into?

This is never good.

That was so good! Thanks, sweetie!

Your purse.

Bye-bye!

Bye-bye!

Wow, that was easy.

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.

- I don't think that last line is right.
- I'm pretty sure it is.

Welcome back.

What the hell's 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 came home and I found her--
No! Okay, okay, okay...

- But I had to.
- Yeah? Why? Why'd you have to?

Because we were having problems

and the marriage was over 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.

They do things that they shouldn't do,
and they're only human, but God...

- God forgives us.
- Really. It's as simple as that?

You kill someone and
God forgives you for it?

- Yes.
- So I can kill you and God will 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 want to do that!

- Why is that?
- Because...

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

- and whatever you want.
- Nah, there's really nothing I need.

You know, you don't want to...
You don't want to...

You don't want to make God mad.

- Don't you hear how foolish you sound?
- He will smite you

swords and rocks and thunder.

Thunder's just the noise.
It would be lightning.

- You cannot kill me for God is a mighty fortress.
- Oh, please, stop.

And I have been washed in the blood
of the lamb and he will protect me!

Sorry, Hammertime!

So I talked to the coast guard today and
they confirmed what we had already figured.

With the tides and all that,

that body was probably tossed in the water
no more than a quarter mile offshore.

Really?

You don't seem very interested.

No, of course I'm interested.
I just, um...

I don't really want to 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.

You know, I'm just going to
use the restroom.

Debra...

Will you...

marry me?

God, I sound like a fucking idiot.

Thank you.

Down, down, everybody down!

Fuck, he's wearing kevlar!

Don't fucking 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 his 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.

-:: ZooM_isu ::-
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