Well, we're never gonna get anywhere unless one of you starts talking.
[Dexter and Debra remain silent]
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!
You almost left my son an orphan. Harrison. Who's gonna take care of him!? Who!?
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. 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 throes 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. Because of what you are. I was fucking traumatized by all this shit!
[sarcastically] Yeah, so try to kill us both. That solves everything.
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. [to Debra] I'm so fucking happy for you.
ZZach
For what it's worth, you're wasting your time looking into my dad. He's an asshole, but he's not a killer.
That's quite an endorsement.
ZZach
In my family, that's about as good as it gets.
I mean, you think Miller's clean? Come on... You dig deep enough on anyone in this department, and you know what you find?
The shit. It's there. I mean, we all got it. I know you know what I'm talking about.
Yeah, I can't argue with that. We've all got the shit.
Yeah. Big difference is, some people get away with theirs, and some people don't.
Well, you're a good detective. It'll work out.
Dexter Some things happen to us by accident. Others are choices. There are parts of me that I can never share with my own son. But with Zach... Could I teach him? Am I ready for this, to be a spiritual father?
DexterIs it possible Zach did this? Every contact leaves a trace. That idea is the foundation of all crime scene analysis. I should be focused on who bludgeoned Cassie and why. But instead ever since Hannah came back into my orbit, she's all I can think about.
Feels good to cook for you again. It reminds me of what it was like to be your mother.
You think fixing breakfast makes you my mother again?
You gave up the privilege a long time ago.
Daniel, whatever mistakes I've made in the past, I want to make it up to you. I can help you.
I can arrange for the care you need.
The care I need? I will never be locked up again.
I have contacts at the best facilities.
Like the last one you sent me to? Do you know what that was like? Day after day wondering when you'd finally come to visit, only to realize that the answer was never!
Daniel, I couldn't. You'd killed Richard.
That was your fault! You ignored me. All you ever cared about was Richard. You never tried to help me.
I was young, inexperienced. I didn't know how to help you.
But you sure as hell knew how to help Dexter Morgan. You taught him how to deal with his condition. You gave him everything you denied me. While I was rotting away, you gave him a life.
I know that. I do. It was a horrible mistake.
I was your son. I needed you.
Let me help you. I'm sorry for everything I've done. I truly, truly am.
I wish I could believe you. [Saxon stands up and leaves the house]
I have a proposal. I figured the safest way to deliver it was to bring a referee.
From each other. We take our separate paths, lead our separate lives. I forget about you, you forget about me.
You went out of your way to kill your mother in front of me, and you expect me to forget?
[chuckles] That may have been a little over the top, but I was trying to make a point.
It was a test, to see if, this time, she would finally choose me. Well, we both know how that turned out.
So, naturally you had to cut her throat.
You know what it's like to kill. It can be cathartic... and it was. That's why I'm giving you a choice: Go on with your life, or come after me.
