Dexter's waking up slowly; he's duct-taped to a chair, sitting across a dining table from Brian, who's drinking a beer, as he does. "Nothin' personal," says Brian. Really? Because I was under the impression that it was actually everything personal. "I just wanted to have a beer with you before we got started. You made that kind of difficult." "Sorry," says a groggy Dexter. "You don't ever have to apologize to me, Dexter. Not for who you are, or anything you do." Dexter asks who the house belongs to, and Brian tells Dex that he got it for him. "I'm really more of an apartment person," says Dexter. Brian says, "You're trapped in a lie, little brother. The same lie they tried forcing me into." "They?" "Doctors, therapists, group leaders...what a family they were." "You were never put up for adoption?" "Afraid not. You were three, a little bird with a broken wing. First cop on the scene, Harry Morgan. He wanted to make you all better. But me? I could see it in his eyes. All he saw was a fucked-up kid. They all did, so they locked me up." Dexter tells Brian that he didn't even know he existed. "Of course you didn't. Harry wanted to keep you all to himself. And while you were being raised by the Morgan family, I only had the memory of a family." "Me." "Mom always told me to look after you. Imagine how I felt when I tracked you down and found out you were exactly like me?" "I don't have to imagine," says Dexter. Rudy smiles, grabs a knife from the table, and cuts Dexter's hands loose. He tells Dex that he knows what Dex has gone through his whole life, "the isolation, the otherness, the hunger that's never satisfied." He grabs one of Dex's hands and tells him he's not alone anymore. "You can be yourself with me. Your real, genuine self. It takes the breath away, doesn't it?" Dexter looks away, and sees his younger self playing while Brian hugs him. He looks back at present-day Brian, and grabs Brian's hand lovingly. Slowly, Brian slides the knife into Dex's hand, and says, "I think we're ready for Debra."