Dexter's walking out to the parking lot, and Doakes reminds him that his minivan's in the other direction. "Field morgue is this way," Dex covers. "I'll wait." "You should take the night off, Sergeant." "On pizza night? No way." Dexter gives him a whatever face, and starts walking again. "What does that girlfriend of yours see in a freakshow like you, anyway?" "You have to ask her." "Maybe I will." Dexter stops and turns around again. "What exactly is it you think I've done?" "I know you're connected to the Ice Truck Killer." Dexter wonders if he could be more vague. "I know you're too careful. You keep your assets in cash. You don't belong to any organizations or alumni groups. You were top of your class in med school, but you traded it for fucking blood spatter." I didn't know he went to med school, but I guess it makes sense. "I know you studied martial arts in college, but I don't know what a lab geek needs with advanced jujitsu." "You know what an easy credit is?" says Dexter. "I know you're a good liar, too." Dexter turns away, and says to himself, "Not good enough."
At the field morgue, Dexter walks in and takes a long look at the bodies. "Sergeant Doakes thinks he knows my secrets, but he only needs to look at this, my body of work, to know the real me." "Suit up, if you're gonna touch!" says Lundy, who's sitting on the other side of the morgue, doing literally nothing. Dexter, caught off-guard, stumbles, and explains that he's just dropping off some x-rays. "I'm Dexter Morgan." "I know who you are." Dexter drops the x-rays over at the desk, and asks Lundy, "Are you hoping they'll talk to ya?" "The ones with heads, anyway. They always speak, eventually. Just gotta ask the right question." Dexter looks uncomfortable: "Which is?" "Why were they chosen?" Dexter asks if he's looking for a pattern. "One doesn't kill this many people in this careful, methodical way without a reason, some twisted set of principles." "They would have to be twisted, wouldn't they?" He looks terrified. Lundy explains that the worst killers in history were the one who thought their killing was just or deserved. "Leaders have slaughtered whole populations for the same warped reason." Dexter says there's never a justification for killing, but Lundy doesn't agree: "Well, one, of course. To save an innocent life." Hmm, interesting. "To save an innocent life," Dexter repeats.