Dexter (2006–2013): Season 8, Episode 5 - This Little Piggy - full transcript

Previously on Dexter...

What did you do to Yates?

He has a scar
on his head exactly

where your killer has
been harvesting brain fragments.

High heels are a far cry
from brains.

It's not exactly
your killer's usual M.O.

Albert wouldn't be the first
to alter his methods.

She found herself a hero.

I know her--

Janet Thorton.

Do you think the girl
will be all right?



I stemmed the bleeding.

I dropped her off
in front of the E.R.

These are patient files--

- your patient files.
- Dexter, don't.

"Somehow he's deluded himself

into thinking his feelings
for his sister are genuine."

You're trying to keep me
apart from Deb.

That's another way
to isolate your subject--

see what he'll do.

When Yates is dead,

you are out of my life.

You understand?

What about you?

What makes you crazy?



Family shit.

Nothing says family like shit.

I see a lot
of your father in you.

Harry wrestled with the same
doubts regarding Dexter.

The code is a theory.

What Dexter did--
what we did--

I don't think
I can live with this.

Did dad kill himself?

He OD'd on
his heart medication,

thought he'd created a monster.

I think I know how he felt.

But he only got it half right.

[Tires screech]

Well, we're never
gonna get anywhere

unless one of you
starts talking.

Okay.

Debra, it seems that
you tried to kill Dexter

as well as yourself.

Yes, but then I saved him.

You saved me?

You only had to save me
because you tried to kill me.

I know, but--

You almost left my son
an orphan.

Harrison--who's gonna
take care of him?

Who?

I don't know.

All I've done my whole life

is try to take care of you,
to protect you.

Protect--
Jesus Christ, Dexter.

If this is your way
of protecting me--

Okay, so I'm not perfect!

You think it's easy
being your brother?

You're not even
listening to me.

Y-you don't understand.

I've been trapped
in a fucking fog--

No, I don't understand.

Haven't you heard
anything she said?

I'm stupid that way.

My brain is limited.

So when my sister
tries to kill me,

for some reason
it doesn't make sense.

It's true, Dexter,
what she said.

While in the throws of PTSD,

one's thinking becomes cloudy.

The weight of what
she has been through

has been too much
for her to bear.

Debra has been
in such a turmoil

that she sought out
the first solution

that presented itself.

I had just found out

that dad killed himself
because of you,

'cause of what you are.

I was fucking traumatized
by all this shit.

Yeah, so try to kill us both.

That solves everything.

[Sighs]

You are overlooking
an important part

of what happened, Dexter.

Yes, she tried to kill you,
the both of you.

And that was Debra
hitting rock bottom.

But ultimately, as she said,
she saved you.

And that was Debra's
first step toward recovery.

You should see that
as a promising sign

for your sister.

Great.

I'm so fuckin' happy for you.

[Sighs]

You know, I was trying
to catch a serial killer

before you tried to drown me.

If it's okay, I think
I'm gonna get back to that,

which, according to you,
is all I'm really good for.

Don't, Dexter.

To hell with both of you.

Don't forget to write
all this down.

I've never seen him so mad.

That wasn't just anger.

- Fuck, it wasn't?
- No.

Underneath all that is hurt.

Dexter is deeply hurt
by what you did.

Well, that makes two of us.

Family therapy--
who needs it?

[Sighs]

Family--a burden.

They interfere.

[Car starts]

They annoy.

Daddy, I wanna watch cartoons.

They interrupt.

No, you need to get ready
for school.

I wanna watch cartoons.

School.

Yates could be anywhere now.

He could've left Miami.

Dexter, do you have
any plans for tonight?

[Cell phone ringing]

Um, not sure.

[Phone beeps]

Dexter Morgan.

Please leave a message
at the tone.

- [Beep]
- It's me. Can we talk?

[Phone beeps]

Fuck.

Harrison, apple or banana?

Banana.

I was thinking of having
Cassie over for dinner.

Okay, go ahead.

- I mean here.
- Why?

I think you'd hit it off.

Five minutes of cartoons.

No minutes of cartoons.

You need to get dressed.

So is that a yes?

Is what a yes?

Dinner tonight.

Two minutes of cartoons?

Harrison, this is not
a negotiation here.

- Now.
- 8:00?

Please, please, please?

Yeah, fine.
Harrison, last warning.

[Sighs]

[Phone chimes]

- I gotta go.
- Okay, bye.

[Elevator dings]

This is one of the first days

I'm glad Deb isn't here.

I can lock myself in the lab

and don't have to listen
to anyone's voice but my own.

We gotta go
to the briefing room.

Now?

Now would be good.

[Sighs]

[Indistinct chatter]

You're probably wondering
why I'm smiling.

I'm never wondering
why you're smiling.

I've just confirmed
that I have a daughter.

Someone let you
impregnate them?

Made a donation
to a sperm bank 20 years ago.

You're not saying there's

a female version
of you out there?

Oh, uh, you met her.
Niki--the one you showed in.

That hot chick that
was in your lab?

- No fuckin' way.
- Yes way.

That beautiful girl
came from you?

Yes, indeed.

Are you sure she's yours?

Man, come on,
who you talking to here?

She came in with
the required paperwork.

I even pulled
a piece of her hair.

I just finished testing it.

She's a Masuka,
through and through.

That poor sweet child.

So you and me, Dex, both dads.

How about that?

Great news, Vince.

You know, I'm sure
it's all fine,

but just be careful, you know?

Family showing up like that,
out of nowhere?

Yeah. What do you mean?

Sometimes it's just 'cause

they want something, you know?

Money, a place to stay,
a fuckin' kidney.

Or they wanna kill you.

Lieutenant Batista is currently

with Janet Thorton,
the stabbing victim

who was dropped off
at the hospital.

She finally came to and
is ready to make a statement.

She survived.

One less trophy for Yates.

So I'm running the briefing.

The Norma Rivera case--

the victim had sex with someone

shortly before she was killed.

So we're following
the theory that

whoever she had sex with
is also her killer.

Dexter, were you able to
identify anyone via the semen?

Uh, no matches in any
of the criminal databases.

Whoever had relations
with Ms. Rivera

has never been arrested.

Right, and the M.E.'s report
showed no defensive wounds?

Correct. It's most likely
not a rape.

She was probably friendly
with whoever killed her.

What about the ex-boyfriend?

No, sir, we ruled him out.

He's been locked up in Orlando

for the past week
on assault charge.

We questioned the staff of
Ms. Rivera's former employers.

They led us to believe
she'd been

having an affair
with the boss Ed Hamilton.

When we tried to speak to him,

he lawyered up immediately.

So we got a court order
to compel a DNA sample from him,

to see if Hamilton
was Rivera's last visitor.

You think Hamilton
killed Norma,

to cover up their affair?

We're looking into it,
you know?

Old, rich men don't like

having their
dirty laundry aired,

especially when it's the maid.

Dexter, I'm gonna need you
to join

me and Miller
in paying Hamilton a visit.

Okay, Janet Thorton gave us
the name of her abductor.

Albert Yates.
And we got a home address.

I'm grabbing some unis now
and heading over there.

You won't find him home.

All right, let's get moving.

- Lieutenant, got a minute?
- Yeah.

I noticed you had Quinn
run the briefing.

- Oh, yeah, how'd he do?
- He was fine.

Really? Good.

Is he your choice for sergeant?

I haven't yet
made that decision.

For what it's worth,
I used to run

the morning briefings
back in the gang unit.

I'm ready to take on
more responsibility.

Good to know. Thanks.

I just wanna make sure
you're aware that

the Hamiltons are good friends
to Miami Metro.

Sure.

Be respectful.

Any of Mr. Hamilton's
indiscretions

should take a back seat

to solving
Ms. Rivera's murder.

I understand.

Good.

[Elevator dings]

We're here for Mr. Hamilton.

- Mr. Hamilton.
- Mm-hmm?

These police officers
are here to see you.

Thank you, Claudia.

I thought my lawyer
made it clear

I wouldn't be speaking to you.

You don't have to say a word.

We're just here
for a cheek swab.

- A what?
- It's a DNA sample.

We do have a warrant.

Failure to cooperate
will give us

no choice but to arrest you.

Why do you need my DNA?

Ms. Rivera's autopsy
revealed

she recently
had sexual relations.

My forensics partner is here
to see if it was with you.

Wait, wait.
There's no need for a test.

Norma and I were
having an affair.

My wife found out and
insisted she be dismissed.

A scorned spouse--
was it the wife?

So your wife knew?

Just how upset was she?

No, no, no--my wife's
been in Atlanta

visiting her sister
for the past two weeks.

Oh, right, which is
giving you a little time

to visit Ms. Rivera.

No. Yes.

I mean, I didn't visit her.

She came by here to pick up
a few things she left behind,

and... one thing
led to another,

and, uh, we did
have sex that day.

But she left here alive.

You, uh, didn't visit
her apartment

later that day, did you?

I was here all day.

The Hamiltons' son.

Can anyone corroborate that?

Dad?

- Dad, what's going on?
- Go inside.

You want me to call someone?

I don't want you
to do anything.

Go inside.

All right.

Sorry about that.

Where were we?

You were saying you have proof

that Ms. Rivera
left the premises.

My security cameras--

you'll see Norma
arrive and leave

through the main gate, alone.

I never, ever would hurt Norma.

I loved her.

But does he love his son?

[Phone vibrates]

It's Deb.

Hello--
[Sighs]

Damn it.

[Phone line ringing]

Hey.

Hey.

So you're, like,
what, the DNA guy?

I'm a forensic technician,

specializing in
blood spatter analysis.

Whoa.

So, did you go to the place

where Norma Rivera was killed?

I did.

And what did you see

in, you know, your analysis?

She was beaten to death.

Confidential, huh?

Well, for what it's worth,

you're wasting your time
investigating my dad.

He's an asshole,
but not a killer.

That's quite a testament.

In my family, it's about
as good as it gets.

One more happy family.

[ Make Your Own Kind of Music
by Mama Cass]

♪

♪ Nobody can tell you

♪ there's only one song
worth singin' ♪

♪ they may try and sell you ♪

♪ 'cause it hangs them up

♪ to see someone like you ♪

[Gasps]

♪ Make your own kind of music ♪

[Shrieking]

Try and get away,
and I'll kill you.

[Phone line ringing]

You've reached
Dr. Evelyn Vogel.

I'm not available at this time.

Please leave a message.

[Beep]

Dr. Vogel, it's Debra.

I'm--I need
to talk to you, so...

I'm gonna come by.

[Phone beeps off]

[Eerie music]

♪

Dr. Vogel?

Oh, fuck.

Graves marked
by rosebushes--

Yates's previous victims.

He liked to keep them close.

Three bodies so far--

a rosebush planted
on top of each.

You think there are three more?

Count on it.

The sick bastard
turned his basement

into a torture room.

Yo, Dex, check this out.

All of his victims
have broken phalanges.

And it looks like the bones
were broken in sequence,

not all at once.

Look. This bone here had
begun the process of mending.

So he kept him there
in that room for what, weeks?

It looks like it.
He broke each one

of their toes until
he was done, and then--

Finished them off with
a single stab to the chest.

We think this was
one of his first victims.

We believe it's Kendall Jaynes,

been missing since 2008.

He buries the victims'
purses and IDs

with the bodies.

And, get this, with each one,
the left shoe.

I mean, heh, I like feet,
but this is just cray-cray.

- Deb...
- Started about 20 minutes ago.

Lookin' to get
your old job back?

We could use you.
We have six bodies.

No, I need to talk to Dexter.

Dex.

Thanks.
Deb, this isn't--

It's an emergency.
Vogel's been taken.

What do you mean
she's been taken?

I went to her house.
Someone had smashed the window.

They broke in.
She's gone.

Have you called her?

Fuckin' dozen times, no answer.

It's Yates.
He's still in Miami.

I shoulda killed him already.

- I wanna help you.
- No.

- Dexter--
- Deb, you tried helping me

once before, it didn't
work out so well.

That was about killing someone.

- This is about saving someone.
- It's dangerous.

I fuckin' know it's dangerous.

Vogel's life is at stake.

You can hate me
for the rest of your life,

but for right now can we
just set that aside

until we know that she's okay?

I don't hate you.

Why'd you save me?

Why didn't you let me drown?

I saw the car going underwater.

I knew you were gonna die.

I couldn't imagine my life
without you in it.

[Exhales]

So now what--everything
just goes back to normal?

It was never normal.

I need to do this.

I-I really need to help.

[Deep breath]

[Police radio chatter]

We need to find Vogel.

[Indistinct chatter]

We should bring the police
in on this.

They're already doing
everything they can

to find Yates.

This is his work log.

These are all the houses
he's worked in,

some of which might be empty
during the summer.

That's the perfect place
to go with a hostage.

That is a lot of places
to search, Dexter.

We need Miami Metro's help.

They'll be helping us.

They just won't know it.

Just plot those places
out on a map.

Don't do anything on your own.

You still don't trust me,
do you?

I don't want you hurt.

Uhh!

[Gasps]

So who's the guy?

What guy?

A.J., this is very serious,
what you're doing.

The guy who
broke into my house!

He's a friend of mine.

I don't like him in my house,

going through my things.

No. I understand.

Good!

A.J., I think I know
what this is about.

It's your surgery.
You blame me.

What?

This little thing?
No!

I liked having my skull
sawed open,

and a chunk of my brain
carved out.

Who wouldn't?

Well, you had a lesion

on the limbic area
of your brain.

And I thought
it was causing your--

your violent episodes.

I-I was only trying
to make you better.

Well, it worked really well,
didn't it?

You're a hell of a doctor!

I only wanted
what was best for you.

I still do.

That's why you sent
your friend after me.

I asked him to protect me.
I had no choice.

You should've just
left me alone.

I will. I will.

You made your point.

There's no reason for us
to go any further.

If you do, you'll--
you'll be caught

and you'll go to jail and--
or worse.

My friend is looking for you.

Ah!

Good!

I can't wait till he finds me.

No, no!

[Speaking Spanish]

The way I hear it,
the sergeant spot's

just going to be
between you and me.

Is that so?

Not gonna ruin our friendship

when one of us gets it
and the other doesn't?

I didn't know
we had a friendship.

Excuse me.

Miami Metro Homicide.

Don't worry,
you're not in trouble.

- What's your name?
- Armando.

I'm Detective Quinn.
This is Detective Miller.

There was a murder down here
a few days ago.

Take a look at this.

We were wondering
if you saw that man

around this time of day,
early afternoon.

Si, I saw him.

Can you point him out to me?

Uh, this one.

Are you sure?

Yes, uh, he drive a Porsche,

and you don't see too many
Porsches around here.

Would you be willing
to come down to the station

and give a statement that
that's the guy you saw?

I can come by later today.

Yeah, that's fine.

Here. Ask for me
at the front desk.

[Speaking Spanish]

Great. Wanna get
his information?

[Phone line ringing]

- Hey.
- Hey, what's up?

Just got an eyewitness to place

Zach Hamilton at Norma Rivera's

around the time of her killing.

The son?

I wasn't expecting that.

Me neither.

Mm. I'll let Matthews know.

He's been all over me
about this case.

- All right, bye.
- All right.

[Phone beeps off]

This is awkward, isn't it?

[Chuckles and clears throat]

Uh, why'd you decide
to look me up now?

Um, well, you know,
partly because

I moved down here from
St. Augustine for school.

Oh, and... what's
the other part?

My mom passed recently.

So, uh, it's just me now.

Oh, I'm sorry to--
I'm sorry to hear that.

Thanks.

[Police radio chatter]

Uh, your mom never...
married?

No, it was always
just the two of us.

So now that she's gone, I guess

I've been feeling
kind of alone.

Well, I'm glad you reached out.

Me too.

What about you?

Are you still single?

Yep.

Where do you live?

Oh, I've got a house
down in Coconut Grove.

Fancy.

Are you, like, Mr. Rich Guy?
[Chuckles]

[Chuckles]
Well, uh--

I bet you drive a Ferrari.

Masook, what can I get for you?

Hey, Marty, um,
just a coffee for me.

And, uh, Niki?

Um, can I have
a double cappuccino

and a blueberry muffin?

And a veggie burrito
to go, please.

I left my bag in the car.

I'm sorry.
Can you get this one?

- Yeah, no, no--
- I'll get the next one.

No problem, my treat.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Oh, hey, uh, can you add
cheese to my burrito?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

[Typing]

Yates has installed cable
and Internet

from one end of Miami
to the other.

Even if I only look at homes
he worked on

in the past two weeks,
it'll still take days

to figure out
which homes are vacant--

if he's even in one of them.

And with Vogel
being held by Yates,

doing what he does--

Batista should be done looking
into Yates's money trail.

Time to see if Miami Metro
can help me narrow this down.

[Knocks]

Yeah, I'm on hold.
Come in.

Just checking to see how
your end of the hunt's going.

Well, just got
his credit history.

He hasn't used his charge cards

in the last three days,
so that trail is cold.

- So he's using cash?
- Yeah.

He's on the run.

He'd probably have to be
withdrawing his funds

from his bank or ATM.

Yeah, well, I got a judge
to expedite

a warrant on his bank accounts.

I'm on hold with the bank now.

Lieutenant Batista,
thank you so much for holding.

The withdrawals
were in Morningside Park.

Would you like me
to fax the receipts to you?

- That would be fine.
- Okay.

- Okay.
Both: Thank you.

- Bye.
- Good news?

Yates hit up an ATM
near Morningside Park

two times in the last
couple of days.

So he could be holed up
in that area.

Yeah, we'll get
some unis out there.

If he shows his face,
we'll get him.

Yeah, we'll get him.

No, it's a clusterfuck.

Just a couple hours ago,
we had a witness

that placed Zach
at the murder scene

within the time of her death.

Now, we bring him in
for questioning,

and suddenly
he can't remember anything.

Not unusual for a witness
to change his mind.

Yeah, but I think
someone paid him off.

Rich parents like Zach has,

it's not hard to put
two and two together.

Mm. You have
any other witnesses

that can put Zach at the scene?

No. But I will bring that kid
in for questioning,

and I will get a confession
out of him.

Waste of time.

You have nothing to go on,

and his lawyers won't let him
say a word.

- He killed her.
- You don't know that.

Your only witness recanted.

You have no case.

Now, look, you find
something more concrete,

you'll have my full backing.

But until then,
leave the kid alone.

No reason to make enemies
unless we really have to,

especially when
there are people

trying to move up to sergeant.

Capiche?

Yeah.

So what exactly
are we looking for

in the Morningside Park area?

That's a good question.

We need to start figuring out

what kind of buildings
these are,

if any apartments or condos
or businesses

can be scratched off the list.

- And why are we--
- I--

I know, got it.

Top secret shit between
you and your brother.

Understood.

Look at that, a paying client.

- I guess I should go and--
- Oh, I'm sor--

that's a friend of mine.

Good. Hope he needs
a favor.

Masuka, what's up?

I pass by here all the time.

I figured I'd finally
see where you work.

This is it.

- It's nice.
- Yeah.

Can we go somewhere
more private to talk?

- Sure.
- Okay.

What's up?

I wanna hire you to do

a background check on someone.

You do background checks
all the time at Miami Metro.

Why would you
waste your money on me?

Uh, I know, right.

It's more of
a personal situation.

Right.

- Who are we stalking?
- [Chuckles]

It's, uh, a family member.

Ooh, gotta be careful.

Don't always wanna know
everything about family.

Yeah, well, I really need this.

All right.
Give me a name.

Niki Walters.

Who is it?
A cousin?

Daughter.

I know, right?

I donated sperm
back in college.

I've got a 20-year-old
daughter.

She just showed up
out of the blue.

Wow, that's fucking weird.

I mean, she seems
really nice, you know?

She's smart. She's pretty.
Seems normal.

But I keep asking myself,
"What's the catch?"

Maybe she just wants
to get to know you.

Maybe.

Or maybe she saw an easy mark
to hit up for money.

You really think
she's here to rip you off?

I don't know what to think.

I mean, I've got no family
except for my parents.

And they're off, retired,

living la vida loca in Tampa.

So it's just me.

And now Niki shows up.

I mean, I like the idea
of having a daughter,

family, right?

But if she's here
just for my money--

I'm sure it's fine.

And either way,
it's--

it's really nice
to have family.

Trust me.

You'll be discrete
about this, right?

I don't want her to know

that I'm looking into her
like this.

She'll never know
anything about it.

Yes, please.

Oh, yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You want a beer?

You remember Cassie, right?

Cassie, yeah.
New neighbor, hi.

Yes, it's good--
it's good to meet you again.

Jamie, can I talk to you
for a sec?

Sure.

Joey, keep stirring that.

What are they doing
in my apartment?

Did you forget we had plans?

- Plans?
- Dinner, remember?

Right.

Yeah, I figured we'd
make it a double date.

Less awkward this way.

I'm gonna have to reschedule.

Uh, excuse me just a sec.

Joey, keep stirring that.

I'm stirrin' it!

[Indistinct chatter]

[Sighs]

Dexter.

You can't do this.

Do what?

I went out of my way
to set this up for you.

I made platanos fritos,
chicharrones.

I planned this whole night
for you.

I'm sorry.
Something came up.

No. No, you do this to me
all the time.

Okay, and I don't mind,
I really don't.

But I invited Cassie and Joey.

You can't be rude to them.

Jamie, really, I have to go.

If you even try
to walk out that door,

Dexter, I will leave.

And you will be stuck here
with Harrison all night long.

- Jamie--
- This is for your own good.

You haven't gone out
with anyone since Hannah.

You stay for dinner.

And when we're done,
I will stay with Harrison

so you can go do whatever it is
you have to do.

Serial killer bested
by 100-pound nanny.

Born and raised.

[Phone vibrates]

Dexter's lived in Miami
his whole life.

Oh.

I'm gonna get some more wine.

[Phone beeps] Deb.

I've got 12 potential homes

Yates could be using
as a hideout.

Shit. I've got seven.

- That's a lot to cover.
- Let's go.

I'll call you back
in five minutes.

So another "S."

Yeah, to you.

Saving Private Ryan.

[Chuckles]

I love blunt things
in my mouth.

[Laughs] Oh, jeez...

Excuse me.

Hey. Want some help
opening the wine?

Actually, this is
a little embarrassing,

but I kind of need to leave.

Oh, work?
I get it.

When I worked in Finance,
I was at it 24/7 too.

Yeah. 24/7.

But the thing is,
Jamie's put a lot of time

into this whole thing.

Right, you don't wanna
piss off the nanny.

Look, um, go.

I'll take care of Jamie.
We'll be fine.

Maybe we could reschedule?

Yeah. I'd like that.

- Perfect.
- Okay.

Jamie, listen, I'm really sorry
to be the party pooper,

but I've got an early morning.

Do you mind
if I call it a night?

Yeah, turns out
I have to take off too.

Thanks for watching Harrison.

I'm sorry.

I know you went to
so much trouble.

[Phone ringing]

What the fuck took you so long?

It's a long story.

We have 19 houses
we have to look into.

At night?
Fuck me.

How are we even gonna see
if Vogel and Yates

are in a house, if they're even

holed up in one of these
fuckin' places?

What if they're in his van
and he's already killed her?

He hasn't. She's fine.

He keeps his women alive
for weeks.

We'll find her.

Yeah, we will.
We have to.

I'll pick you up
in five minutes.

[Phone beeps off]

[Sighs]

We'll find her.

[Gasps]

Stay still--

unless you want me
to restrain you.

You're not angry
with me, A.J.

You're angry with her.

Shut up.

And you have every right to be.

Your--your mother abused you
horribly, beat you.

Probably caused the lesion.

Don't talk about her.

But I understand, A.J.

I understand the terror
you felt.

She hit you, slapped you.

You'd find a safe place
under the bed.

And she'd look for you, raging.

And you'd curl up under there,

looking out, waiting.

She'd pace back and forth

- in front of the bed.
- Yes.

Shoes clacking.

Yeah.

I feel the panic rising.

The pain you knew awaited.

Don't say another fucking word.

No, no.

Now, you can take the pain
and live a little longer.

Or you can stop struggling,

and I'll kill you right now.

Good.

So...

which little piggy
won't be making it to market?

Albert, stop it!

Don't call me that.

Only my mother called me that.

- Stop that, Albert, now.
- No.

Don't you talk back to me,
you little shit!

I'm not afraid of you.

All you ever do
is disappoint me.

[Grunts]

Enough!

Stay.

[Tense music]

♪

[Dialing]

[Phone vibrates]

Don't know this number.

Not this house.

[Phone vibrates]

Morgan.

Here.

Let me help you with that cut.

You shouldn't call me Albert.

My name is A.J.

I'm sorry.

It's Vogel.
She's alive.

What?

She is with Yates.
She called me.

She left her phone out
or something.

- Give me that.
- Oh, my God.

You're still bleeding.

It's local.
You think Elway can trace this?

I don't know.
I can fuckin' ask him.

Let me take care of you.

Hey, Deb, what's up?

Look, I don't even
wanna explain to you

why I can't go
through the police,

and I know
it's illegal as hell,

but I need you to trace
a number for me.

What's the number?

You're no different than mom.

Yes, I am.
I understand--

How long is this gonna take?

Fuck if I know.

You're just like her
and all women.

- What if he kills her?
- Don't--

I thought you said it takes,
like, a week for him--

I know what I said.

Let's not think like this.

You had a horrible childhood.

[Phone ringing]

You don't have
to live your life

with the burden of your past.

Yeah?

157 Montgomery.

You're a fuckin' saint.
Thank you.

157 Montgomery.
You know where that is?

You shouldn't have hit me.

She hit him?

I was scared.

I can still help you.

You don't have
to be angry at me.

- You can't help me.
- I can.

I understand what
you've been through.

No child should ever
have to hide

under a bed from a parent.

You sought connection
with her, hmm?

And all she gave you was pain.

What--what you do
with your women,

it's a search
for that same connection

that you never got
from your mother.

But what we have here now,

in this moment, you and I?

This is real human connection.

What you have
with your victims,

that only pales in comparison.

Do you understand?

You poor, poor boy.

All you want is to belong,
don't you?

I can help you.

I can, trust me.

- Oh, what did you do?
- I didn't.

Who did you call? Is this
your little fucking friend?

Dexter, Dexter!

Yeah, you call him.

Fuck you, Dexter!

Fuck.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

[Thumping overhead]

Oh, fucking Christ.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I think so.

- Did he hurt you?
- No.

No, thank--
thank you.

Where's Yates?

Let's get you out of here.

Then we can find Yates.

[Grunts]

[Panting]

Debra, are you okay?

I'm good.

Really, I'm--I'm good.

Let's just get this cleaned up

and get out of here.

Brain cores.

I'll dump them
with Yates's body.

So this--
so this is finally over.

My tormentor is dead...

thanks to you, Dexter.

And Deb.

Yes. And Deb.

I'm glad to see that
the two of you

have managed to find your way
back to each other.

Well, the family
that kills together...

You're doing well, Debra.

You're very resilient.

We'll see.

You are.

And you never gave up on her.

I'm impressed.

I know Harry would be too.

He was always concerned that,
as you grew older,

you--you might drift apart.

Well, we never really
had a choice.

If anyone really knew us,
they would run screaming.

This is everything.

Okay.

So is this it?

A few days ago,
everything seemed hopeless

between Deb and me.

But through Dr. Vogel
and Yates,

I've got my sister back.

Not like things were before...

[Splash]

It's something different.

But for now, it's enough.

It's beautiful
out here, Dexter.

I like it.

It's peaceful,
alone on the water.

Tonight you brought us.

Yes. Why?

I wanted to be with family.