Remains to Be Seen
Updated 2009-10-05 09:27:40
Previously on Dexter ... the whole last episode, pretty much. Here are the salient points: Dexter wasn't getting any sleep because new baby + real job + killing job = poppers and coffee where your pillow used to be. He screwed up a court case and thus tracked the perp, Benito Gomez, dragged him to an abandoned boxing ring and killed him. But he was too busy/exhausted to properly dispose of the remains, and then on the drive home he ran off the road and flipped his car.
Dexter wakes up from what has to be described as a brief and not at all restful sleep to find himself upside down in his minivan. The rescue crew drags him out and puts him on a stretcher. While the EMTs question him to determine if he's still with it, Dexter can only remember the crash -- and the bags full of body parts he hadn't yet disposed of. He keeps spacily repeating "Benny..." and trying to get to his car. A strapping young police officer makes his way to the ambulance as Dex starts shitting a brick. "We found something in your car," he says. "A bag." Dexter keeps trying to rise from the gurney like a zombie, but the paramedics keep him down. Lucky for him, then, that this bag is merely the prescription he picked up for Harrison. No body parts in there! Probably. He asks the EMT where his van is going, but she doesn't know. Dexter's VO continues to panic over what happens when they find what's in the trunk.
At the hospital, the doctor checks Dexter's pupils and asks the usual questions. He's got a concussion, doc says. Dex can't remember the accident or even getting in the car. And as much as Dexter lies about everything, this appears to be true. Dexter says he just needs a good night's sleep (another truth!) but naturally, because it's a concussion, the doctor says he needs to stay awake for at least 12 hours. He also wants to keep Dexter in the hospital overnight for observation, but Dex nixes that idea immediately, lying that his wife is a nurse. The doctor won't take that for an answer, but when Rita shows up all shaken and worried, Dexter hightails it out of there.
Back at home, Dexter's VO stresses that no matter what it takes, he can't fall asleep. Not because of the concussion, see, but because if anybody finds Gomez's remains, it's lethal injection time. He deflects Rita's suggestion that he take a personal day, then flinches like crazy when Cody comes crashing into him for a hug. Still sore, though he brushes the crash off as a mere fender-bender. As he heads out the door for work, his voice-over begs for a slow day at work where nobody gets killed and he has plenty of time to look for the criminal he cut into many pieces last night.
Over at LaCasa LaGuerta, she and Angel are both morning-afterglowing. Angel says he should head out first, so they can stagger their arrivals at work. They start making out, and he wonders what would happen if they showed up together. It feels like a non-starter, though honestly, considering all the hookups that have gone on in that station, it shouldn't be that big a deal. They cool things down before they end up wasting Angel's head start. Before he does, he tells Maria to leave her hair down. "It's beautiful. He fails to add, "It will really frame your electric-teal pantsuit."
Dexter shows up for work in a cab, already on the phone confirming the lot where his van got towed. He manages to avoid Deb but gets hooked by Lundy, who wants to follow up on the Lisa Bell case. Dex at first doesn't recognize the name (bad sign) before Lundy reminds him she was the girl in the bathtub. "The Trinity killer's latest victim," Dexter confirms, all the while blinking like his brain's on the fritz (which it kind of is). Lundy asks if Dexter found any hair or fibers in the second sample he took (the one under the linoleum; the one from 30 years ago); "not yet," says Dex, as he tries to back away. "It really is kismet, you know," says Lundy, in that easy way he has where you can't tell if he doesn't know how antsy Dexter is to get away, doesn't care, or (my preferred option) that he likes seeing other people squirm. Lundy impresses me as the kind of guy whose authority makes other people nervous, and he uses that. Anyway, what's kismet, you ask? "If Trinity had struck in Buffalo instead of Miami, I wouldn't have access to a blood guy of your caliber." It's true. All the best blood-spatter experts end up leaving Buffalo for greener pastures. Just ask O.J. Dexter manages to successfully point Lundy in Deb's direction (she's lead on the Bell case) and slink off, voice-overing about how the last thing he needs is Frank Lundy up his ass.
Cut to Trinity, enjoying a crossword puzzle and some coffee along the water. He scopes a pair of women walking along a path and eyes them creepily. As Galactica -caliber thumping drums accompany in the background, Trinity gets up and starts following them.
At the impound lot, Dexter finds his van, amid flashbacks of last night's kill. He finds a plastic bag in the trunk, but not the six ones containing Gomez, only his tool bag. (Yes, yes, we all thought Masuka was his tool bag.) Dex surmises Benny must've been thrown from the car, but before he can head out for the crash site, Angel calls. They need Dexter at a crime scene, pronto. "Just one murder-free day, Miami, that's all I asked for," he VOs. Dex decides to head for the crash site first anyway.
Back at the station, Angel doles out assignments. This latest one is yet another tourist killing, and we're reminded yet again that local government won't be too crazy about that. City officials don't like tourists getting murdered, got it. Deb says she needs to keep on the Bell case, so it's Quinn who gets the call. Quinn, who just showed up to work after, as Deb says so Deb-ly, "looking for [his] panties on some chickie-doo's floor." She also places a call to Frances (her girl in records) and asks about a 30-year old homicide case, as Masuka passes and notes Deb's wearing new perfume. Masuka goober-faces as to whether this is due to Lundy, but Deb reminds him that she has a boyfriend who's coming home tonight. Oh, and she also threatens to punch him in the throat. Aw, Deb. It's good to know that new, happy Deb will still punch a throat. LaGuerta comes storming out of her office with a newspaper in hand. Seems Quinn's newspaper chippie, Christine Hill, wrote all about the Vacation Murder (gave it that very name, in fact). Quinn pipes up when LaGuerta asks if anyone knows the writer, and she tells him to ask her to turn down the "creative writing." Oh come on, Lieu! "Vacation Murder"? It's not THAT creative. LaGuerta stresses that they need an arrest in this soon, which is why she told the mayor she'd be taking point on this case. "No reflection on you, sergeant," she tells Angel and the wounded look on Angel's face.
Dexter hits the crash site, where Harry is there waiting for him, this time dressed in a nice business suit, as well as that warm glow he's been favoring lately. He reminds Dex to use his science to follow the velocity and trajectory to find the missing bags, but they're not there. Dex finds a teddybear and that's it. Ghost Harry plays the "What if that had been Harrison?" game before taking a sharp left: "If your ritual hadn't been interrupted to go pick up meds for Harrison..." Dex asks if he's blaming Harrison for this. " I'm not," Harry says with the feigned innocence one can only muster when one's the projection of another man's subconscious. Then he disappears into a flash of sunlight. Awfully fancy with the entrances and exits this season, eh Harry? Actually, that's just a symptom of Dexter's concussion, as he gets dizzy and almost falls. Harry returns to the question at hand: Where is Gomez's body, if it's not here. Dexter tries to remember, but between the concussion and the extreme insomnia, it's all a fog. Frustrated, Dexter returns to his car as his phone rings again.
Back at the station, Frances delivers Deb the file she was looking for, this time for a legit case and not for snooping into her dead father's affairs. "Frances," Deb says faux-coquettishly, "If I hadn't already gone through that phase in college, I'd kiss you." New, happy Deb is both delightful and unnerving. Frances reminds Deb she's owed some of the Harry Morgan files Deb was following up on last week. Deb returns them, noting that the last one she checked -- Adrienne Barbeau, you'll recall -- was only useful "as a reminder to wear sunblock." OUCH! You're lucky Maude wasn't alive to hear you rag on her daughter like that. "So far," Deb notes optimistically, "I'm starting to think I fucked around a lot more than my old man did." Well, you know. Every parent wants more for their child than they had.
Dexter hits the murder scene, a harbor-front hotel, already VOing about how he needs to get in and get out, so he can continue his search. Quinn spots Christine and rebuffs her familiarity. "How am I supposed to talk to you when I gotta watch everything I say?" he asks. She confirms that that means he does still want to talk to her, but when he sees LaGuerta show up, he hustles her behind the crime scene tape. Not that LaGuerta doesn't notice anyway.
Inside, Dexter, Angel, Masuka, and LaGuerta examine the corpse, who was shot in the neck from behind before getting robbed. LaGuerta hands out some marching orders, all of which Angel shortly confirms that he's got under control. Paying it forward, Angel snaps at Masuka when he wonders what's up with LaG. Dexter can't take crouching near the victim for five seconds before, as Masuka notes, it looks like he's about to hurl. Clearly, Dexter's not squeamish. He heads out back to gulp some air, and while his head's between his knees, he spots some blood on a nearby cactus plant. Hello, fortuitous evidence!
Outside the station, Lundy approaches Deb while she eats lunch. She gently mocks his sushi lunch, as opposed to his usual cucumber "sammy." "All that cream cheese wasn't exactly helping my cholesterol," he explains. Yes, Lundy, definitely remind Deb about what an old fart she used to date. It's too fuckin' weird for fuckin' Deb who finally fuckin' has a mini-fuckin' freakout over the fact that it's been two years of pretty much zero contact with Lundy, and all of a sudden he's back without so much as a head's up. He apologizes and notes the secrecy of the "task force" he's on. His ears certainly perk up when he hears Deb's on the Lisa Bell case, and though he says Dexter has given him the gist of the Bell case, he doesn't come close to divulging anything about Trinity or the true nature of his investigation. In fact, he asks to tag along on Deb's upcoming interrogation (the guy who went to prison for the bathtub murder 30 years ago is now out of jail and Deb's prime suspect) on the pretext of simply watching Detective Morgan in action. Interesting -- is it that Lundy doesn't trust Deb with the big-picture Trinity stuff ... or did he seek out Dexter because he maybe knows some things about Dexter. Early kudos to Keith Carradine for keeping Lundy as inscrutable as ever.
Back on the promenade, Trinity continues to stalk those same two women. As he pretends to shop for sunglasses, he stares at them ... until he's bumped into by a kid, who gets his ice cream cone all over Trinity's arm. (The kid, by the way, is played by Aaron Refvem who is -- and I am totally serious -- killing it on General Hospital these days as young Morgan Corinthos. The fact that I recognized him from his 1.3 seconds of face time tells me some things about me and General Hospital . Whatever, I've got James Franco on my side!) Trinity notes, with a chuckle, that the "bubblegum gelato" flavor he's been slathered with is "repulsive." Now run along! Catch up with your mom who I mean to kill! Probably while bare-ass naked!
Back at the hotel crime scene, Ghost Harry and the Sunflares berate Dexter for finding blood on the cactus and essentially extending his work day. Dexter protests that it's his job, but Harry says he has a family to support and is spreading himself too thin. "What happens when somebody else finds that body?" Harry asks, getting Dex to speed up. Hey, I don't need to keep reiterating that Ghost Harry is merely Dexter's subconscious talking to him, right? You guys are smart and realize this, yes? Good.
Back inside, Quinn and Angel are bagging evidence. Quinn guesses the safe's combination is the victim's birthdate and opens it to find two fat stacks of cash. With Angel otherwise occupied, Quinn bags one stack and then -- not smoothly at all -- pockets the second one, in FULL VIEW of Dexter. Squirrelly Quinn looks away, not knowing that Dex is maybe the best guy possible to have witnessed that. I'll let the man's VO explain for himself: "Don't sweat it, Quinn. I've got much bigger things to worry about." Meanwhile, Masuka tries to glom on to Dexter's blood-on-the-yucca discovery ("There's no 'me' in team! Well, technically..."). Dex jets off to run the DNA tests. Ah, but first a detour!
Back at the station, Deb is interrogating her suspect, a fiftysomething grizzled old shell of a man named Noonan, while Lundy just kind of chills in the corner. Deb lays out the specifics of the crime he was sent away for -- killing his wife in the bathtub by severing her femoral artery -- and tells him the M.O is awfully similar to the case she's working on now, not to mention the same house. As soon as he hears about the murder from the other night, our suspect flips. "Oh, no fuckin' way!" he wails. Calmer, he says he didn't kill his wife, which given the guilty plea (and in all honesty, even absent one) Deb naturally doesn't buy it for a second. He says with the evidence stacked against him in a death penalty state, yeah, he plead out. Deb shows him the photos of the Bell murder, which cause Noonan to flinch. "Tell us what you did," Deb demands, but instead, Noonan recounts the details of the night his wife was killed, when he says he was out buying drugs. Oh, that old excuse. Deb, again, is unbelieving and unsympathetic. But Noonan goes on to offer an alibi for Monday night (when Bell was killed); he was working at the homeless shelter in Allapattah until 8AM. Lundy says they'll call the shelter to verify.
Outside the interrogation room, Deb surprises us once again. Time was, Deb would be so stubborn and eager to bag her man that she'd dig in her heels right about now. But she talks it through with Lundy: Noonan's filthy, while Bell's killer was meticulously neat; Noonan's got the shakes, while Bell was sliced with surgical precision. They both agree that he's not their guy -- and it doesn't take Lundy much leading before they both agree that it's unlikely Bell's murder was a copycat of a 30-year old rando crime. Noonan's probably innocent. "Shit," exhales Debra. Yeah, I'd say so. Lundy asks if Deb wants to meet for dinner, he can run some theories by her. So it certainly seems like Lundy wanted to see if Deb's police-work had progressed in the last two years. On the one hand, I'm happy to see it has, even if Deb was largely unaware she was being put through any paces. On the other hand, it's awfully cold of Lundy to make his ex jump through hoops like this. The whole thing's appealingly complex, at any rate. Oh, and Deb is kind of freaked out by the invitation but accepts.
Back at the harbor, Trinity continues to spy on the mother and child and they both check out the dogs at what appears to be a pet adoption fair? Or something? Anyway: creepier still!
"I still have miles to go before I sleep," VOs Dexter as he heads back to the boxing arena, i.e. the scene of the crime. He gets random flashes of last night's kill, but nothing close to a coherent narrative. (If this were a worse show, here's where I could make a really cutting remark about the storytelling. Damn you, competent show!) He checks the ring and is distressed to find a spot of blood on the canvass. "I was off my game," Dexter's VO no-shits, as he grabs his spatter kit and scrubs out that spot like a Scottish harridan. Somewhat interestingly (and saving this bit of cliché), the guilt Dexter's feeling here isn't over committing the murder but over how poorly he's covered it up. He's let down Harry's Code. As he talks himself through, Dexter stumbles upon a key question: "What would I do with a body if I didn't have time to dispose of it?" He perks to attention. "I'd hide it." So now he just needs to remember where. He first checks under the ring and finds nothing -- not even a ladder, some steel folding chairs, or Mr. Fuji, which means this was definitely a boxing ring and not a wrestling ring. Getting more and more agitated, Dex blasts through the lockers, knocking shit over. It's rare to see Dexter this unnerved. He pulls it together and tries to focus. Where did he go after here? "The pharmacy."
Out behind the pharmacy, Dexter prepares to go dumpster diving. With another bright flash of sunlight, Ghost Harry appears and once again criticizes Dexter's methods. Man, Dexter has a naggy subconscious. Harry's dressed in his police uniform, the same one he wore the day he took Dexter home from the melee in which his mother was killed. Harry notes that that day was the last time Dexter's memory failed him like this. "Why is that?" "Because not remembering saved me," said Dexter. Though, okay, to be honest? It didn't save him from becoming a serial-killing sociopath, right? Eh, we'll give Harry the benefit of the doubt. Harry then notes that this time, the only way to save himself is to remember. Okay, not at all helpful, Harry. Pointing out life's little ironies is not what Dexter needs in this situation. Harry once again reminds Dexter that if he can't find the body, Harrison will grow up with a daddy on death row. Even more agitated, Dexter stomps off to check the incident reports and make sure no McDonald's drive-thru employee got a hefty bag full of torso in exchange for a Quarter Pounder last night.
Rita's at the impound lot, having taken the initiative to retrieve the car so they can get an estimate on it. The lot guy's like, "Yeah, I estimate you'll want to claim it as totaled, because check it out." Rita's shocked to see Dexter's "fender bender" left the minivan a crumpled mess. The lot guy says Dexter should "count his blessings" after a crash like that. "Yes, he should," Rita says, pissed.
In the parking lot outside the station, Quinn decides the smart play is to make nice with Dexter, now that Dex saw him pocket that cash. He completely eats shit and apologizes for going off on him after the Gomez case. He also plans on tracking Gomez down and letting him know he's still on Quinn's radar. Dexter's at least aware enough not to look super squirrelly at that statement, but he also can't get away from Quinn fast enough. Quinn's left to wonder whether that's because Dex plans to rat on him.
In his lab, Dexter can't even remember the password for his own computer until Subconsciously Glowing Ghost Harry reminds him that it's "harry." Really? His dad's first name? He can murder half of the greater Miami population without getting caught yet his login password is his dad's first name? I mean, there's assimilating into the greater population and then there's ... that. Anyway, no random body parts have turned up in the incident log, which is a good sign. Dex reaches into his bag for a Red Bull (moron) and pounds it. Here's where I started yelling at my TV screen for Dexter to just go to sleep already. He's clearly not functioning at anything above the most basic levels, his mind is runny tapioca at this point, and he looks like he smells like a sock. One good six-hour nap would do him wonders, but no, instead he's pounding that vile witches brew.
In the break room, The Unlikely and Vaguely Unsettling Friendship of Deb and LaGuerta continues. Deb's binging on Girl Scout cookies on account of Lundy. She thinks the invite to discuss the case is about getting close to her again. LaGuerta reminds her that she already has a hot-ass boyfriend, but if she meets Lundy tonight, some closure could set her free. On her way out, LaGuerta asks Deb if her hair looks better up or down. Down, says Deb, absolutely. Hey, watch out, Angel, somebody else is looking at your lady through the eyes of love.
Dexter voices-over impatiently about starting his search for Gomez at square one as he hands LaGuerta a report on the cactus blood -- no match. He tries to hustle out the door, but LaG says no one's going anywhere until they crack this case. "Call home, tell your families they'll see you when they see you." Ahh, there's the merciless LaGuerta I know. She then calls Quinn into her office. She can't tell him who to date, but he should know there's no such thing as "off the record" with reporters, so he should watch it with the pillow talk. That's not a problem for Quinn; "Talking isn't what we do best anyway," he says with a grin. (Does he mean fucking? I need Masuka here to crack this code!) Frustrated, LaGuerta puts her hair up, in full view of Angel. Merciless, ball-busting, and self-sabotaging? This is definitely the LaGuerta I know.
Night falls, and Deb comes knocking on Lundy's door. She wants to set things straight, full disclosure. You see, she says, things with her and Anton are great. Just...great. It's great. Classic Debra sub-verbalness or a sign of latent dissatisfaction? It's tough to call -- she certainly seems to mean it when she says she hasn't been this happy in a long time. Seeing where this is going, Lundy tries to change the subject, but Deb tells him to cut the shit -- he's not here on business, he's retired. Lundy finally comes clean about why he's here and tells her about Trinity and his connection to the Bell case. He shows Deb the crime scene photos and maps and charts he's set up in his tiny office. (We see a series of charts delineating Trinity's three murder "types," each with a different MO: "laceration" (i.e. Bell and the other bathtub killings), "suicide," and "bludgeoned.") "It's become something of an obsession of mine," Lundy says, candidly. Deb is at first fascinated by such an intriguing case (a big part of why I love Deb), then totally embarrassed that she laid herself out there like she did. "I'm an idiot," she says, and she bounces.
Back at the station, Rita has arrived, carting little Harrison in the stroller. She's obviously agitated, and Dexter's certainly given her reason to be, but showing up at his workplace? Rita, don't be that guy. Dex sees her and meets her by the doors. She gives him hell for lying to her about the "fender bender" thing, but she's more worried than anything. She wants to take him home, and she really starts going off about the "insane hours" they make him work, which directly led to his crash. Hey, yeah, I never realized that before. From Rita's point of view, LaGuerta's gotta be maybe the bitch in creation: Not only does she keep Dexter at work 'til all hours, constantly, but Rita also thinks she was carrying on an affair with Miguel Prado, husband of Rita's BFF. That'll make for an odd company booze cruise. In fact, Rita makes to charge into the station to speak to Maria herself, but Dexter stops her. "This is my job," he stresses. "It's how I support all of us." "Unless you wind up dead in a ditch," Rita shoots back, less stridently than she had been. "All these people put in the same hours I do," Dexter says (valid point), but Rita says he was the only one who was in the hospital this morning (equally valid). Dex says the doctor gave him a clean bill of health (lie), then starts to dial the number so Rita can ask him herself. Man, Dexter is really living dangerously right about now. At the last possible moment, Rita says she doesn't need to. She backs down as Dexter assures her he'd rather be home with her and the kids, and he walks her out. Semi-regressive crazy wife attack averted!
Back in the lab, Dexter continues to pound Red Bulls like he's a freshman with something to prove. He tosses an empty one toward the trash can and misses horribly. Maybe Dex should start looking several feet to the left of dumpsters. Masuka asks if Dexter's gonna pick the can up. "No I am not, Vince, you got a problem with that?" Me-YOW, Dexter. Masuka tells him to 86 the caffeine, he's freaking him out. Dexter continues his Clerks -esque line that he's got places to be. So does Vince, of course, but he allows they're not good places. Sure, but the adult video store clerk's gonna get concerned. Dexter strains to find significance in his blood sample and thinks he may have something. He asks Masuka if someone tested positive for an STD, would they have to register with the Miami Health Authority? "And...why would you ask me that?" Masuka asks, defensively. "Yes or no, Vince?" Dexter presses. Two weeks down, two weeks where Masuka's life makes me sad.
So Dexter charges out of the bullpen with data in his hand. He hands it to LaGuerta and tells her he found a guy, Johnny Rose; connected him via a strain of drug-resistant syphilis, then checked against the public records. Maria calls a strategy meeting and lets Dexter go. On Dex's way to the car, Quinn waylays him and tries to joke around about Syphilis Rose. Dexter doesn't have time for this but tries to beg off nicely. Quinn, who is desperately looking for some signal that Dexter's not gonna blow the whistle on him, persists, so Dexter finally has to get abrupt: "Quinn! I have a life, you have a life. Just leave it alone, all right?" Dexter drives off while Quinn looks concerned.
Back inside, Angel pops into LaGuerta's office and asks for a moment. They do a little dance with the Venetian blinds -- LaGuerta wants them up, lest people think something's going on; Angel says something IS going on -- and lapse into a lot of Spanish, but the bottom line is: they're at an impasse. Escucha me, I'll tell you all about it: Angel's not mad about getting taken off the case, just the way Maria did it; Maria says she doesn't even know how to act around Angel anymore. This all seems pretty vague and ill-defined to me, much as I enjoy these two. Angel suggests they take a break, to which Maria "agrees" insomuch as she can't exactly disagree now that he's said it. Neither one of them seems like they want to, though, and after Maria un-shades the blinds, Angel gets up close to her face and lets her hair down. "Why are we thinking ourselves out of a good thing?" Angel asks, softly. He goes back and re-shades the blinds. Oh, and all the while, Masuka's watching from across the bullpen. Of course, it's Masuka, so he's left to ask a could-give-a-shit Quinn what he thinks is going on.
Back at Deb's place, Anton returns home, and Deb practically leaps through their beaded curtain to attack his face. Not that I can blame her. Anton's kinda nonplussed that Deb's so desperately excited to see him. Heavy on the desperate. "I fuckin' love you," she repeats, all while grasping his face like she's about to put a gypsy curse on him. Oh, Deb.
Dexter returns to the boxing ring where -- and here I have to admit that I didn't think of this until I came across it in the forums -- the electricity is still on, despite it being abandoned. Who's paying THAT bill, huh? Anyway, Dex gets a call from Lundy, who wants to talk about Trinity. Dexter doesn't care to talk to Lundy on a good day, but tonight he really has no interest. Lundy gives lip service to how busy a new dad like Dexter must be, but he stresses that Trinity's gonna kill again. Another woman, this one a bit older than Lisa Bell. She's gonna die and she has no idea why.
And speak of the devil, here Trinity is now, waiting creepily on a darkened sidewalk for that woman he'd been stalking to pass by. He's walking a remarkably shabby-looking dog, while she's carrying a bunch of groceries. The woman, by the way, is played by semi-familiar character actress Suzanne Cryer, who I always primarily recognize as being the woman from the "Yada Yada" Seinfeld episode. When she crosses his path, he lets the dog off the leash in order to impede her. He makes convincingly nice small-talk and manages to be folksy enough not to unnerve this woman alone on a dark street. He lies that his dog's name is "Checkers," named by his Republican-loving Mom. RED FLAG, Lady Yada, RED FLAG! Not so much the Republican thing as that this 50+ year-old man let his mom name his dog. Anyway, he offers to take a grocery bag, insisting when she begs off. Ultimately, he ends up walking her to her house and nothing more. This apparently is simply recon. Still, this whole scenario seems to speak well for getting your groceries delivered. After Lady Yada goes inside, Trinity unleashes the dog and shoos the little mongrel away.
Back to Dexter in the boxing ring. Dexter's VOing a whole lot of shit I don't care about -- sorry, it's not exactly profound for me to hear that "Lundy thinks he can predict the future, but I'm more interested in the past; my past." If Dexter's voice-over can't think of anything interesting to say, I'd much rather it shut up. Anyway, he notices yet another spot of blood in the same spot as before. Dexter's reflexes may be slowed to a thick molasses by this point, but even he knows he cleaned that spot up earlier. So what gives? Then he turns to look directly above, putting his hand up to shield his eyes from the overhead light. A light which looks awfully similar to the one Harry's been bathed in all episode. But also hanging above the ring is a punching bag. And inside that punching bag...is six bags worth of Gomez. Dexter mentally thanks "Harry" for "reminding" him the whole time of where he stashed the body. And not to be all "I told you so" about it, but a rested and refreshed Dexter would have made that connection MUCH sooner.
But all's well that ends well! Dexter takes the boat out, disposes of Benny, and returns home. He finds Harry waiting for him, this time sans his warm, glowing, warming glow. Dex gives himself retroactive props for hiding Gomez so well, but Harry's more concerned with how Dexter's juggling his life. "You've got family, work, and a Dark Passenger who's always got one hand on the steering wheel," he says, to the delight of the Showtime marketing people. "I can do it," Dexter tries to convince himself. "I can manage all these moving parts." "Until you can't" says Harry. "Then what?"
Dexter has no answer for that one, so like anybody who doesn't feel like thinking anymore, he goes to sleep. And though we all might be vicariously hoping for a 30-hour slumber for our boy, Harrison starts crying the minute he closes his eyes. "Fuck." Okay, yes, frustrating. But if Dexter can't leverage a car crash and a concussion into Rita taking this late-night feeding, he's not nearly the evil genius he thinks he is.
Next: Dexter deals with his most persistent foe yet: the Neighborhood Watch.
Joe R is now going to take a loooong nap, because watching a guy that tired for so long takes its toll. While he sleeps, email him at joseph.reid21@gmail.com .