[In a flashback, Dex is working at suicide prevention hotline. He reads off a script as Fisk observes.]
Dex
Tell me, Craig... Are you thinking about taking your own life right now? Okay. Do you have a plan?
[Dex notices that no one is around him. He puts the script down.]
Dex
What kind of gun do you have, Craig?
[Fisk takes interest.]
Dex
Yeah, I'm familiar with the M11. Did a couple years in the army, got real cozy with the M11. It's reliable. Let me ask you a question, Craig. This asshole stepdad of yours is giving you so much grief... Why take your own life? Why not...
[Dex notices Julie watching and quickly hunches over the script.]
Dex
Take a deep breath, Craig? We're gonna work through this together. I'm not going anywhere.
Dex
I understand you're just trying to do your job, but respectfully? if I were wearing a mask, the press would be calling me a hero. Instead, I'm sitting here with you, trying to justify protecting myself.
PPsychiatrist
I'm not the enemy. I'm just trying to... Look, forget the psych bullshit for a minute. Just... tell me for real, how are you?
Dex
It's hard. It's really hard.
Dex
I don't know what strings you had to pull to get that waitress a job, but it was a waste of your time. Yeah, they train us in counterintel at Quantico. You really think I'm gonna fall for some bush-league honey trap? You got it in your head that she means something to me. But she doesn't. She doesn't mean shit to me. So what? You... You have me tailed for a few days, you think you know me? Think you got me dialed? You don't, all right? You don't know anything about me. Say something!
When I was a boy... I... beat my father's skull in with a hammer. I was twelve years old. Young for my age, in fact. Terribly inexperienced. I'd never been to a dance with a girl or... stayed up past midnight. Never been out of the city or even taken a subway on my own. Yet there I was. Twelve years old, standing over my father's body... watching him die by my hand. That feeling -- that moment... I sense it's something you're familiar with. You were taught to hide beneath many fictions. You fashioned yourself into something the world would tolerate. A soldier doing his patriotic duty, a sniper in the FBI... The watchful companion of a nice young woman.
Dex
You destroyed what we had.
If it were honest and true, no one could've destroyed it!
Dex
I should've let you die. [Fisk steps forward.] Stay back...
Julie never would've understood you. And society won't, either; it punishes people like you. Like us...
Dex
Hi, Ray. Come on inside. Let's talk.
Come on, Dex. We both know you're a better liar than that. You want a private place to kill me.
Dex
You're in a tough spot, Ray. I get that. It sounds hard. Really hard.
When he's done with you, he'll bury you, too. You know that, right?
Dex
I'm doing fine. And you would be, too, if you hadn't opened your mouth.
It's not too late to turn things around, Dex. Fisk manipulated you, just like he did me and Tammy and everyone else. I can help you cut a deal with the DA. We can take him down, you and me. Two federal agents... like we were before.
Dex
[scoffs] No, that's not gonna happen, Ray. I'm more than a fed now. I feel more myself than I have in my whole life. Fisk gave me that.
As long as I'm alive, my family's at risk.
Dex
[points the gun at Nadeem] Let's go, Ray.
[last words] I'm not going anywhere with you, Dex. [sighs] Whatever you need to do... you do it here.
[Nadeem attempts to shoot Dex with a gun but Dex shoots him first, Nadeem dies]