[voiceover] Sleep, what a concept. I can't believe I actually contemplated turning myself in. This is so much better than a prison cell. I can squeeze fresh orange juice, savor a fine French roast, grab a morning workout. Okay, working out I could have done in prison. But still, I'm free.
“The British Invasion” · Season 2, Episode 12
In this episode: Dexter Morgan (5), Lila (2), James Doakes (1)
Who put you in there?
A fucking psycho. And he could be back any minute. Grab that key, right behind you on the wall.
Who is he?
His name is Dexter Morgan. I need you to open this gate.
Why would he do that, put you in there?
Because I found out that he's the fucking Bay Harbor Butcher! Please, just open this fucking gate!
He's the Butcher ...?
This is what I've been trying to tell you.
What's in there?
Exactly what you think it is. It's evidence. And I saw what happened. I really need to get out this cage, lady.
Poor thing, all alone ...
I'm okay. Just open the gate.
Not you, Dexter. Hiding such an enormous secret ... what burden that's got to be. No wonder he was so shut down.
What are you? His accomplice?
His soulmate.
What do you think I wanted?
To know what it's like. To feel something that deeply. Anything. That's why you hang out in recovery groups. You're emotionally colorblind. You use the right words, you pantomime the right behavior, but the feelings never come to pass.
It's not true.
It is, Lila. You know the dictionary definition of emotions. Longing, joy, sorrow. But you have no idea what any of those things actually feel like.
[voiceover] It's strange to have a creation out there. A deeply mutated version of yourself, running loose and screwing everything up... I wonder if this is how parents feel.
[voiceover] Not long ago I had a dream that people could see me for what I am. And for a brief instant in time, the world actually saw my bodies of work. Some even cheered. But as it turns out, nobody mourns the wicked. Sorry, James.
I think Harry knew that from the start. That's why he gave me a code. It cost him his life, but it kept me alive through incredible trials. The code is mine now, and mine alone. So too are the relationships I cultivate.
They're not just disguises anymore. I need them. Even if they make me vulnerable. My father might not approve, but I'm no longer his disciple. I'm a master now. An idea transcended into life.
And so this is my new path. Which is a lot like the old one, only mine. To stay on that path I need to work harder, explore new rituals, evolve. Am I evil? Am I good? I'm done asking those questions. I don't have the answers. Does anyone?
[voiceover] When something beyond reason happens, it turns skeptics into believers. Believers in a higher power. But what kind of power did this? [...] Was it spontaneous combustion? Divine intervention? If you believe that God makes miracles you have to wonder if Satan has a few up his sleeve. But when you don't believe in anything, who do you thank at a time like this?
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