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.
Outside, Dexter VOs, "How many more bodies would there be had I not stopped those killers?" As he slashes one of Doakes's tires, he continues, "I didn't do it to save lives, but save lives I did. Motivation aside, I think Harry and Lundy would agree on this one."
Down at the Ford lot, Roger Hicks is packing up for the night. When he gets to his Beamer, Dexter startles him: "Roger the artful dodger. We have some unfinished business." "Oh, right the warranty and stuff. Listen, I can' right now, I got the wife waiting for me." "You're not married." "Ex-wife, I gotta take the kids." "You don't have kids." "Stepkids, they're hers!" "Nope." Why isn't this guy all, "Dude, what the fuck? Why do you know so much about me?" Instead, he says, "How about this: I don't give a shit!" He laughs a little and turns back to his car, and Dexter's on him right away with a piece of rope, cutting off Roger's blood to his brain. Naturally, he uses the stow-and-go seating to fit Roger into the back of the van. Nice. "You were right about the ample cargo space." Heh.
"Where am I?" says Roger upon waking up, wrapped in plastic. His hairpiece is on a model head on a desk. "Looks different under plastic," says Dexter. "But you spent an evening here...Ann Cohen? You took her last breath from her right over there, you remember?" "No, you're wrong. I wouldn't." "No, you would, and you did, and you were about to do it again. That's why we're here." "No, this is crazy. You got the wrong guy, I sell cars for God's sake! I never hurt anyone in my life, definitely not a woman." He's good, this guy. That sounded genuine. "Why can't I do that?" says Dex. "Do what?" "Lie like that! I thought I was good, but you...mwah!" Pleading, Roger tells Dexter to take any car on the lot in exchange for his life. "I'll call it in right now!" "Lot's closed." "I'll have 'em open it up, I'm the manager." "The manager's name is Rick Buxton. It's like watching someone ski moguls. You just hop from one lie to the next, no shame, no embarrassment. You just don't give a shit. That's the key, right? Not to care about anyone or anything." "I care. I care a lot." "No, it was a compliment!" says Dex. "I don't care either." Hicks says, "Yes you do. Think about your wife." "Not married." "Your girlfriend, then. Saw it the minute you walked on the lot." He explains that he saw Dexter go right for the minivans, when most guys go straight to the horsepower. "It was like you could see her in the passenger seat, the kids in the back --" "Leave the kids out." "See? You're lying to yourself if you think you don't care." Thank you, Roger! That's what I've been trying to say! Awesome, man. Awesome. Dexter mentions that he does care, but "she shut me out." Relieved because he thinks he can befriend Dexter, Roger says, "That's what this is about? She shut you out? Man, okay, I get it. I've been there. But you can't let her get to you like this, 'cause they're all the same. Fuckin' bitches. You do everything for 'em, and then they fuck you!" Whoa, he's getting pretty worked up. "She's not worth it! You're better off without that cunt!" Dexter, displeased with Roger's use of the "C" word, stabs him in the heart and kills him rather quickly. "Don't talk that way about my girlfriend." Sheesh.