[Batista, Quinn, Dexter and Masuka are examining a fallen near a river]
Robert Bailey, killed by a single gunshot wound to the chest, right above the heart.
Judging from the stippling on the wound, it looks like the muzzle of the gun was in contact with the victim's chest when fired.
No, the victim was killed elsewhere and dumped here. [Dexter lifts the victim's head. A part of the head falls. He raises the part to reveal a piece of the brain] Parietal and occipital bone sliced through. Back of the cranium removed.
And looks like a piece of it has been scooped out, like with a melon baller.
DMDet. Miller
We have a gun.
So someone shoots this guy, cuts his head open, and messes with his brain. He takes the body and the weapon and brings them all the way out here. Why?
You were only doing what you thought was right. We had no idea that-
You should have no idea. You've never done this before. Me, it's what I do. The one thing I've always been good at. Vetting, stalking, and killing people. I can't even do that anymore.
What you're feeling now, it's not because of the killer.
I've destroyed Deb. She's gone. You were wrong about me. I'm a mistake.
You're exactly what you need to be Dexter. [gently embraces him] You're perfect.
I can't believe she actually confessed. I thought I got her to see that she's a good person.
This could have been the only way she could relieve herself of the guilt.
Need you to help get her out of this. Give your expert opinion that she's having a breakdown.
Are you sure? This could be the best thing for her.
Spending the rest of her life in prison? That's the last thing Deb needs.
Or the last thing you need. If Debra goes away, odds are, you'll join her. Admit it, Dexter. You're mostly worried about yourself.
That's not true. I told you, I love her.
Not the same way she loves you. When Debra killed LaGuerta, it was real, selfless love. She sacrificed everything she believed in for you. Can you see that?
LaGuerta. She was on her knees, where those blood stains are, isn't that right? She was your co-worker, your friend. Why didn't you just stay at the party and let Dexter take care of everything?
But Dexter can't help what he is. He has no conscience, unlike you. You knew the moment you pointed that gun at LaGuerta it was wrong, and still, you pulled the trigger. You shot a woman in cold blood! You let her bleed out and did nothing! You shot an innocent woman for simply doing her job!
And that's what terrifies you the most. You so desperately want to believe that if you had just shot Dexter, then you wouldn't have to face the truth, that if you had to do it all over again you'd still choose him. Because in your heart, you know you'll always choose Dexter.
[quietly] How do I make it right?
By finally accepting that you're a good person who was forced to do a terrible thing. And that you made the best of an impossible situation. You can walk out that door. You can move forward. The choice is yours. It always has been.
Yeah. A few years back, Matthews told me the truth. Harry OD'd on his heart medication.
He thought he'd created a monster.
I think I know how he felt. Why he killed himself. But he only got it half right!
[Deb grabs the wheel and forces the car into a lake]
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.
