08x04 - Scar Tissue

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[Quirky music]
♪
Previously on Dexter...

I've come to believe that the k*ller could be one of my former patients.

He sent both packages to you.

Maybe he doesn't know how to find me.

Yet.

Well, I need to get to him before he gets to me.

I've got my eye on Joey Quinn.

Quinn?

There's no way he can pass that sergeant exam.

He'll pass.

I stuck my neck out on the line for you.

You'd better not f*ck this up.

Lieutenant Morgan?

Is there a problem, officer?

Well, yes.

You're in a car, drunk, with an open container.

[Phone ringing]

Quinn.

Why did she call you?

She's a friend. I couldn't say no.

I mean, come on, you used to f*ck her.

There is nothing going on between me and Deb.

I want to know if there was anything unusual about my father's death.

He k*lled himself, Dexter.

Harry walked in on what he created, and he couldn't live with himself.

Trust me when I say that there's a place in this world for your son.

I told you, you're perfect.

How can you still say that when you know what I've done to Deb?

[Groans]

I sh*t the wrong person in that trailer.

Your sister just confessed to k*lling LaGuerta.

What?

I'm telling the whole f*cking truth!

There's nothing you can do to stop me!

Deb, please.

Stop--!

I thought I could fix this, but you're right--I can't.

I just keep making her worse.

Do you really think you can help her?

Yes.

Stop!

Do it, Debra. sh**t him.

[Echoing]

[Sobs]

This is not who you are.

You are a good cop.

[Cries]

You're a good person.

[Echoes]

You're not like him.

[Echoes]

Put him down!

[Echoes]

It's true.

Everything she said.

You're a good person.

It's okay. Do what you gotta do.

[Sobbing]

Dex...

[g*nshots]

[Sobbing]

[Grunts]

Tell me what you saw.

I don't want to talk about it.

Debra, I brought you here so we can begin to strip away the power this place holds over you.

Talking about it's not gonna change anything.

Neither is continuing to repress what happened here.

[Scoffs]

I'm not repressing sh*t.

And I sure as sh*t don't need you to remind me about what happened here.

You know, Dexter's need to k*ll was born in a container much like this one, and he's been trapped inside its walls ever since.

As a psychopath, he will never be able to break free.

But you can, by reliving the events of that night over and over--

I k*lled him.

I sh*t Dexter instead of LaGuerta.

That's what I saw.

Now, unless you're gonna f*cking handcuff me again, I'd really like to go.

When you sh*t Dexter, how did that make you feel?

Better. Worse. I don't f*ckin' know.

What does--what does it even matter?

I mean, LaGuerta is still dead.

What else could you have done?

Arrested him.

Splendid, now your brother is on death row. Go on.

We could have run.

Only to eventually be caught.

You go to jail, Dexter gets the death penalty again.

Debra, you've become so obsessed with the life you've taken, you've forgotten the life you saved.

Of course you're f*cking defending him.

You f*cking created him.

You're using him to track a serial k*ller.

This isn't about Dexter or me.

This is about you getting better.

Maybe I don't f*cking want to get better.

I don't believe that.

Why the f*ck should I even trust you?

Why the motherfuck do you even care?

Are you upset?

[Trembling]

Yes, I am.

Good.

At least you're no longer avoiding your feelings.

We're done for now.

For today.

[Sighs]

[Shutter clicks]

There are countless ways to inflict physical trauma on the human body, and sometimes the deadliest wounds are the ones we barely see.

They run deep, like the ones I've inflicted on Deb.

What are we looking at?

Well, most of the blows are to her face.

There's some bruising around the neck.

It doesn't look like there was much of a struggle.

No signs of a break-in.

Yeah, given the lack of defensive wounds and the close proximity of her attacker, I'd say you're looking for someone she knew we have a name?

Norma Rivera.

Landlord said she lived here by herself.

Just got off the phone with the vic's employer.

She was a housekeeper in Biscayne Bay.

Nice zip code.

Yeah, um... they all said she had an ex in and out of her life, Roberto Sagastume.

Me and Miller can swing by his place.

He had a record.

It's good to see you taking the initiative, like any good sergeant should.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Yo...

You got my test back?

You nailed it, bro.

Now wipe that stupid grin off your face before Miller sees it.

Yeah--no, I've just never been this happy to get back a positive test, you know?

What does my sister see in you?

Half-pint. Before I forget, there was this little hottie asking for you back at the station earlier.

And you seem surprised, why?

Said she'd come by later.

They always come back for more.

Hey. Any word on Deb?

Yeah, Dr. Vogel says she's still day-to-day.

Let her know I was thinking about her.

I will.

She's gonna be okay.

[Indistinct radio chatter]

Opening shop. A run.

Caffeine. All morning routines.

But lately, mine consists of coming here, waiting for the woman I left my sister with to do what I couldn't-- make Deb whole again.

Thank you.

How is she?

Well, you still remain the focal point of your sister's pain.

I want to see her.

No, I think it's better you continue to keep your distance for now.

It's been almost a week.

Dexter, I am still not sure if your sister has hit rock bottom yet.

What is it?

I just want you to prepare for the possibility that Debra may never be able to have you back in her life.

No.

I won't... just let her go.

[Sighs]

So, have you had better luck with our k*ller?

I crossed off three more former patients from your book.

Who's next on the list?

Chapter seven.

A.J. Yates.

I'll check back in once I check him out.

[Dog barking]

A.J. Yates.

According to Vogel's book, he att*cked a classmate with a chair at 12.

Institutionalized at 15.

Seems Vogel tried to channel his violent tendencies, but he was beyond her help.

Eventually, he was transferred to another hospital.

Now Yates seems to be a productive member of society.

He's a bundler-- cable, phone, Internet.

But I need to know if m*rder is part of the package.

There's nothing here.

Nothing in Vogel's notes about brain surgery.

His scar.

Is that the mark of one of her "unconventional methods"?

[Van starts]

[Engine starts]

Thanks for letting me use the treadmill.

Better you than me.

I'm not much for running in place.

[Chuckles]

Is that your shrink way of saying that I have been?

Is it? Care for some tea?

How about something stronger?

Come on, I just ran four miles.

What's one beer?

The drinks and the dr*gs were keeping you numb, making the symptoms of your PTSD worse.

Ass off the table.

How long are you expecting me to stay here?

I see a lot of your father in you.

Harry wrestled with the same doubts regarding Dexter.

You're not as alone as you might think.

Honestly, I don't see what the problem is.

He had everything laid out on his bedroom floor.

Dexter saw in the paper how this guy got off on a technicality, so he was stalking him, vetting him.

Even found a k*ll room in an abandoned house near the park.

Just how we taught him.

What did you tell Dexter?

That this guy was too high-profile.

That he'd be missed, and that Dexter would have to wait.

He went along with my decision...for now.

Is this ever gonna be right? What we've done?

I mean, Dexter isn't a kid anymore.

He's becoming a man.

He's gonna k*ll.

We knew that day was coming.

But what happens when I finally tell him it's okay?

What happens when he finally knows what it's like to take another person's life?

The code will do what it was designed to do-- allow Dexter to be who he was meant to be.

But what if it doesn't?

What if the code doesn't keep him in check?

What then?

What if this has all been some horrible mistake?

Obviously, Harry came around when he realized, what else could he have done?

Locked Dexter away in an institution?

Or do nothing until he took an innocent life?

Or protect your brother, giving him the tools that he would need to channel his urges.

The same way you protected Dexter in that container.

It's not the same. You're wrong.

Deb.

I can't just accept it.

I'm not like him. I'm not like you.

Dexter--Dex-- Dexter is f*cking Dexter.

Debra...

Harry did not make a mistake saving Dexter's life, and neither did you.

That night in the container, Dexter was being exactly who he was meant to be, and so were you-- a loving sister.

I--

Will get through this.

[Doorbell rings]

Can I keep that tape?

Yes.

[Key clicks]

He had everything laid out on his bedroom floor.

Dexter saw in the paper how this guy got off on a technicality--

[Doorbell rings]

Dexter, you shouldn't be here.

I was vetting Yates.

What did you do to him?

What are you going on about?

He has a scar on his head exactly where your k*ller has been harvesting brain fragments.

Is he another one of your little experiments?

We can talk about this, but not here.

Not with Debra in the other room.

[Sighs]

An X-ray revealed a lesion on Yates's brain.

I suspected it was contributing to his violent behavior, so I...

I suggested the new hospital remove it.

I never knew whether they even performed the surgery.

When I do what I do, I have to know everything.

Sorry for the oversight.

Now, why don't you tell me the real reason you're here?

You could have just called for the scar.

[Sighs]

Is it regarding what I said about letting your sister go?

Dexter, I assure you that I'm not judging your relationship with Debra.

I'm just trying to manage your expectations.

[Sighs]

Why, because she thinks I'm a monster?

You think I don't know that I'm the one responsible for the pain she's in?

That's why she's here with you.

You have to get her to forgive me.

Whatever it takes, you have to find a way.

I need her in my life.

You need her?

Yes.

I understand that you love Debra, in your own way. "In my own way."

But why do you think you need her?

I just do.

Deb looks up to you. Isn't that what you said?

She used to.

And that made you feel good about yourself?

Yes.

Well, no wonder you feel so lost.

Debra became a mirror, reflecting a positive image of yourself that you used to balance out with the notion of yourself as a monster.

Now that mirror is cracked, and the only reflection you see is one of darkness.

You make it sound like that part of me isn't real.

You are no monster. You never have been.

Anyone on my table would disagree.

Dexter, a monster, by definition, is outside of nature, but you're a part of the natural order of things, with purpose, and value.

A right to exist.

And when you come to accept that, you'll no longer be dependent on Debra, or anyone's, validation.

I'll still want her in my life.

Want, but not need.

[Sighs]

No van. No Yates.

[Distant Latin music]

♪

No one home. "Monterey Nursing Home." "Dad's 76th birthday."

It seems Yates found a way to keep his family in his life.

Will I be able to do the same with Deb?

Vogel says I don't need her.

But if that's true, will I be able to let her go if that's what she needs?

Women's shoes.

[Line ringing]

Hello?

It's me.

I'm at Yates's house.

Have you found something?

Women's shoes.

Individual shoes, not pairs, some of them older.

High heels are a far cry from brains.

It's not exactly your k*ller's usual M.O.

If you recall when all this began, I expressed my doubts that this was the work of someone new to k*lling.

Albert wouldn't be the first to alter his methods.

Yeah, still, something about it doesn't quite add up.

But, just to be safe, I'm pulling prints off the shoes.

I'll run them through the station's database for missing persons and homicide victims, but they're only partials.

I won't expect anything back until the morning.

And I have my son tonight.

Understood.

I'll let you know what I find.

[Phone beeps]

[Distant creak]

Vogel.

She found herself a hero.

Hi.

Hello.

You must be Dexter. I'm Cassie, 4-B.

And you're in my kitchen because?

I'm a friend of Jamie's and I ran out of laundry detergent.

Daddy!

I see you two have met.

I hope you don't mind.

Oh, who am I to deny a neighbor clean clothes.

So, dinner's in the oven. I'll see you in the morning?

Sure.

I'll walk you out.

Mwah.

Nice to meet you, Dexter.

You too.

Bye!

[Laughs]

[Sighs]

She's nice.

But does she have a kissy-neck?

[Laughs]

[Latin music, crowd chatter]

I knew you would pass!

I didn't.

Oh, thank you for that.

This one used to have to write the combination of his station locker on his wrist for a month when he first got here.

So what? My memory sucks.

All you needed was the right encouragement.

I don't even want to know what that means.

[Laughs]

We're empty.

You know, I really am so proud of you.

I couldn't have done it without you.

You wouldn't believe who was behind the wheel--

Debra Morgan, the former Lieutenant of Homicide, passed out, piss drunk.

[Laughter]

Come on, Joey-- Joey, just let it go.

Man, I don't really know who was f*cked up more, her or the parking meter she ran over.

[Laughter]

Hey.

How about a little professional discretion?

Yeah, well, I believe that we're off the clock.

No, I know, but you could lower your voice, you know?

Yeah, sure. No problem.

Thanks.

Who's that guy?

I don't know.

I think he used to bone her or something.

Probably the way Morgan made lieutenant--on her back.

[Groans]

f*ck!

Hey, hey, hey!

[Both grunting]

That's enough!

Enough, I said!

[Grunting]

Enough!

What the hell happened?

Someone was defending his ex-girlfriend's honor.

Get him out of here.

You know what? It's fine.

I'm sorry.

Let's just go.

Hey, how about a round on the house?

All right, lieutenant.

f*ck.

So...we're good?

Mm.

[Moans]

Ow, babe--babe, my ribs.

Yeah?

Oh. I'm so sorry.

Ow!

[Moans]

[Laughs]

How many, mister?

Two.

One for me, and one for Dan.

[Door opens]

Two it is.

Sorry I'm late.

[Door closes]

Who's Dan?

Pet elephant. You don't see him?

You want some pancakes, Dan?

Eat up.

Make sure Dan doesn't get any syrup on the couch.

Okay.

My car d*ed.

That "check engine" light I kept ignoring?

Apparently, it means what it says.

How did you get here?

Angel. But, don't worry.

My car will only be in the shop for a few days.

I'm gonna see if Cassie can give us a lift to Harrison's preschool.

You know, you made quite an impression on her last night.

Impression?

She's single. Just sayin'.

Hey, why don't you take the SUV?

It's safer. I'll clear my stuff out.

If you can drop me off at the station, I'll pick up a car from the motor pool.

Sure you don't mind?

I don't if Dan doesn't.

How did I let you talk me into this again?

I believe your price was one beer.

So, now what?

You tell me.

Isn't this where you think you belong?

No.

Frankly, I'm quite amazed that you think you ever left.

Are we really gonna do this?

Debra, you shut yourself inside these walls for the last six months, doing your damnedest to shut everything and everyone out.

So, why don't we?

What the f*ck are you doing?

I want you to convince me how k*lling Dexter instead of LaGuerta would be a better choice.

Open the f*cking door.

LaGuerta.

She was on her knees, where those blood stains are, isn't that right?

She was your coworker, your friend.

Why didn't you just stay at the party and let Dexter take care of everything?

I had to stop him.

But Dexter can't help what he is.

He has no conscience, unlike you.

You knew the moment you pointed that g*n at LaGuerta it was wrong, and still, you pulled the trigger.

You sh*t a woman in cold blood.

You let her bleed out and did nothing.

You sh*t an innocent woman for simply doing her job.

Because of Dexter.

And that's what terrifies you the most.

You so desperately want to believe that if you had just sh*t Dexter, then you wouldn't have to face the hard truth that if you had to do it all over again, you'd still choose him.

Because in your heart, you know you will always choose Dexter.

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.

[Sighs]

Oh, lieutenant.

A word?

Of course.

I was just reviewing the sergeant's exam results, and it seems you were right and I was wrong about Quinn.

Apparently, he can count past his fingers and toes.

He was in the 85th percentile.

So was Miller.

In the 88th percentile, to be exact.

I want you to strongly consider making her sergeant.

Angie is good. I like her, a lot.

But I'm still thinking Quinn's the smarter choice--

All I said was "Strongly consider."

This is your first departmental promotion as lieutenant, and it will reflect on your command.

That being said, it's your decision and yours alone.

Three hits off the partials, all reported missing.

Janet Thorton, taken two weeks ago.

Looks like Yates k*lled these women, but I still can't be sure he's the one after Vogel.

Not until he's on my table and we have a little talk first.

Where are we on Norma Rivera?

We're trying to find--

Miller.

Address for the ex-boyfriend is no good.

So far, nobody's seen him.

Got back the M.E.'s report. They found semen.

I'm testing it to see if it's a match for the ex-boyfriend.

Would explain why he's off the grid.

She invites him over--

Things get heated, he kills her, panics, and goes on the run.

That's one theory, anyway.

Okay, let's find this guy.

We're on it. "Dex'bose."

Favor--I need you to stay away from the lab for a bit.

That little hottie who's been looking for me is coming up the elevator, and we might need a little alone time.

No problem.

Yeah, you would know all about that.

You're better than that.

Come on, here.

There's a 20 in it for anyone who directs her to my lab and is cool about it.

Done.

Okay.

I'm on my own. Perfect.

Angel.

I get it, okay? You're pissed about last night.

I had to run a tab so that assh*le patrolman wouldn't press charges.

Do you realize that if Matthews would have caught wind of this, he would've had all the a*mo he needed to sh**t down this promotion?

I'm sorry. I lost my cool.

Well, I need my sergeant to be able to keep his.

A bar fight?

Technically, your place is a restaurant.

Come on, it's not like you haven't done the same.

I mean, you put a guy in the f*cking hospital for running his mouth about how LaGuerta was using hers.

Allegedly. And the difference is, I wasn't up for promotion.

I had already made sergeant.

You want to fix this? Solve this case.

[Sighs]

Excuse me? Are you Vincent Masuka?

The one, the only.

But, you can call me Vince...

[Chuckles]

just as long as you call.

Okay. I'm Niki.

I'm a student at "U" of "M."

Oh, yeah. My Alma Mater.

Come in.

You must be majoring in...beautiful.

[Laughs erratically]

This is really hard.

I know the feeling.

I think you may be my father.

You were a sperm donor in college, right?

Mm-hmm.

But you have curls.

Yeah, my mom.

Holy...

Oh, f*ck.

This was a bad idea. Sorry.

[Crash]

Okay, that's embarrassing.

It's okay. No, don't worry.

It's okay, don't-- don't--don't--don't-- it's okay. Don't worry about it.

Oh, my God.

You've got my soulful yet haunting eyes.

[Both laughing erratically]

[Knock]

Night, Marty.

See you tomorrow.

We do have filing cabinets, you know.

This is kind of my process.

What are you even doing here?

I thought you were taking time off.

Turns out, time off isn't all it's cracked up to be.

I just wanted to get a head start on some of the cases that you left for me.

Well, we're gonna need food. "We"?

Yeah, we.

You look like you could use a hand, and I'm starving.

You know, when I need a break, I've got maybe two days at the most.

[Laughs]

And then I go crazy.

I end up right back here.

What about you?

What makes you crazy?

Family sh*t.

Mm.

Nothing says family like love... and sh*t.

Unfortunately, my father was an expert in the latter.

Texas oil.

Texas oil?

Mm.

f*ck, I hope I'm holding my plastic fork correctly.

Exactly.

He was all rules, all the time.

My moving to Miami to be a cop, that was about the biggest "f*ck you"

I could think of at the time.

I'm sure you understand my dismay when I got out of the academy and I realized it was nothing but rules.

Everybody there was probably just like your father.

You know what the worst part was?

I knew I had made a huge f*cking mistake, but there was no way in hell I was gonna give him the smug pleasure of knowing he was right.

So I waited until he d*ed, quit the force, and opened up this place.

Looks like you're doing pretty well for yourself.

Trust me, I'm still the black sheep.

The look on my mother's face every time she goes into the country club, has to explain to one of her friends that her son is a P.I.?

That's gotta be pretty close to priceless.

Mm.

My dad was everything to me.

I loved him.

And while he's not the man I thought he was...

Well, I'm--

I'm realizing we're more alike than I thought.

To dead dads.

Long may they haunt us.

[Laughs]

[Bottles clink]

It's a better toast if you open it.

I'm good.

Vogel says I'm not a monster... but that's exactly the part of me she's expecting to remove Yates as a thr*at.

A thr*at that seems to have left in a hurry and taken all his shoes.

Does this prove Yates is who I'm looking for?

The only way to know for sure is... find where he's hiding.

[Pop, creak]

[Switch flicks, power hums]

He saw me here, heard everything.

Bone saw. Specimen jars.

His own cut-by-numbers guide.

Yates is the brain surgeon.

Vogel needs to know.

[Phone beeps]

[Dull thud]

I know her. I pulled her print.

[Squelch]

Yates must have stabbed her, nicked her left pulmonary artery, left her for dead, unaware cramming her inside that cart would put pressure on the wound and stop it from bleeding.

Now I have to do the same.

It'll hold, but not for long.

Do you think the girl will be all right?

She lost a lot of blood, but I stemmed the bleeding and I dropped her off in front of the E.R.

I got back here as fast as I could.

Oh, God, has he been doing all this because of me?

We can't know until we find him.

Let's hope there's something on here that'll tell me how...

These are patient files.

Your patient files.

That's not possible.

This last one's dated just two weeks ago.

Dexter, don't.

What is this?

You were keeping notes on me?

It's a journal. I've always had a journal.

You were writing down everything we did, everything we talked about. It's all in here.

I never used your name.

Yates, nor anyone else for that matter, could possibly know who you are. "Somehow, he's deluded himself "into thinking his feelings for his sister are genuine, unaware there are no real emotions behind them."

Dexter, I-- I never meant--

What am I, a subject for another one of your books?

Is that what these are for?

[Cage rattles]

Answer the question!

My notes... it's how I process--

You were experimenting on me with Harry, and you still are.

I'm nothing but a lab rat, just like Yates.

That's not true. You know that.

Is that why you want to keep me apart from Deb?

You know, just another way to isolate your subject, see what he'll do?

Dexter--

Don't.

When Yates is dead, you are out of my life.

It's over. You understand?

Or do you need to write it down?

I understand.

[Sighs]

[Lock rattles]

[Laptop beeps]

[Taps key]

[Agitated]

I walked into the room, and--

Go on, tell me.

The blood.

Evelyn, there was so much blood, on plastic.

Dexter had placed it everywhere. The walls, the ceiling.

There was a table in the middle of the room.

A table with--

The body?

Parts of one.

And when Dexter turned, the look on his face-- he--he was so proud.

When--the man Dexter k*lled, he was a drug dealer.

He m*rder*d your partner.

He was going to get away with it.

But he was a person.

Who, according to the code, deserved--

No one deserves to be in pieces...

[Inhales sharply]

in bags.

The code is a theory, an idea.

But what I saw-- what Dexter did-- what we did!

I don't think I can live with this.

f*ck, and I'm supposed to?

[Taps key]

[Phone vibrates]

[Groans]

[Beep]

Hello?

Mr. Yates?

Yeah, that's me.

I'm afraid we have some bad news.

Your father's heart is failing.

How bad is it?

We think you should come quickly.

He might not have much time.

Dad.

I got here as fast as I could.

I'm right here. Can you hear me?

[Door softly clicks]

It was you?

I was counting on you being the good son.

[Monitors beeping steadily]

[Air hisses, alarm beeping]

[Gasping, choking]

They'll be here any second.

Room 26, code blue!

We're losing him. We're losing him!

To save his own life, Yates was willing to take his father's.

Vogel believes I'm just like all her other experiments-- a psychopath who can't form real connections.

But she's wrong.

Deb isn't a prop, like Yates's father was to his son.

She's more than a mirror. She's family.

If I have a purpose, and value, and a right to exist, so do my feelings for Deb.

[Phone ringing]

[Beep]

This experiment is over.

Vogel can go to hell.

Jamie packing you a lunch these days?

It's for you.

I just came back from Good Samaritan.

I need you to run the blood on the clothes of a stabbing victim, Janet Thorton.

She still alive?

Still in surgery.

And the son of a bitch who stabbed her broke all of her toes.

How soon do you need this?

Very.

On my way back to the hospital now to get a statement as soon as the docs say she's out of the woods.

Let me know what comes back on those clothes.

Will do.

Deb.

What the f*ck?

Hey.

Hey.

You here to see Dex?

Yeah.

Hmm.

Everything okay? 'Cause last time I saw you--

Yeah, I am sorry about that.

I'm so sorry I put you in that position.

I'm sorry I got so mad at you for calling Dex.

No, it's okay. I mean, you asked me not to.

I was in a really bad place, but, uh--you know, you were just looking out for me, like you always do.

Things are so easy with you.

I wish it was like that with Jamie.

I just keep getting tripped up, you know?

You all all right?

Eh, she's jealous.

She thinks there's still something between us.

Make it work with Jamie.

I want you happy.

You mean so much to me, Joey.

Don't you f*cking forget that.

Thanks.

You sure you're okay?

I gotta go.

Good-bye, Joey.

Deb.

The body forms scar tissue to close a wound.

Has my sister begun to do the same?

Eventually, scars fade. Who knows?

With enough time, you may not even remember how you got them.

Dex.

Hey, Deb. What's up?

We should talk. It's important.

Yates can wait. My sister can't.

Sure, I'd like that.

Just, not here.

Can we take a ride?

It's good to see you.

Vogel said it was best I stay away.

What the f*ck does she know?

[Chuckles]

If it's any comfort, we're not on the best of terms anymore.

She doesn't understand us, Dexter.

Exactly.

She said I might lose you... but we'll always be together, right?

Vogel had these DVDs of her and dad.

Did she ever show them to you?

A couple. You?

There was one that was really interesting.

It was, um... just before dad d*ed.

It was his last session with her.

Did dad k*ll himself?

Yeah.

A few years back, Matthews told me the truth.

Harry OD'd on his heart medication.

Was it because of you?

He thought he had created a monster.

I think I know how he felt... why he k*lled himself.

But he only got it half right.

[Tires screeching]

[Crash]

[Grunting, gasping]

[Water rushing]

[Coughs, sputters]

[Exhales]

[Water bubbling]

[Exhales frantically]

[Inhales deeply]

[Water bubbling]

[Bubbling stops]

[Gasps]