The shipping yard, where Dexter is about to break in. "It's in there, somewhere," Dex VOs. "My birthplace. Now what? No cameras, no patrols, no dogs. With billions spent on homeland security, it can't be as easy as a couple of snips." Alas, it is. Dexter busts out his lock-cutter, and with a single snip, he gets in through a gate in the chain-link fence. "So much for the war on terror." He begins sneaking around, looking for his container, being careful not to get caught. He dashes over to a small structure that houses a computer. "Finding a needle in a haystack isn't hard when every straw is computerized." True enough. Dex enters the container number, and after a few seconds the screen gives him the exact location. As he continues his search on foot, he VOs: "I don't like this place. Something nameless was born here. Something that lives in the deepest, darkest hole of the thing called 'Dexter.'" There it is. Dexter just stands there, staring at it for a moment, and he flashes back to Harry's rescue. Harry carries little Dexter out, and tells him, "It's all right, little guy. You're safe, now. Nothing'll hurt you, I promise." The scene fades before Dexter's eyes after he makes eye contact with his younger self. He turns back towards the container, opens the doors, and what's inside? Bananas. A whole shitload of bananas. Mmm, bananas. I'm just going to say "bananas" one more time, okay? "Bananas." Sweet. Anyway, Dexter shuts the doors, disappointed, and there's Doakes. Aw, fuck. "Surprise, motherfucker." How the hell is Dex going to explain this? Dude, Doakes is so fucking on to him.

"You're following me now?" asks Dex. "You better have a hell of a reason for being here," Doakes replies. Dex says he's looking for Deb. "In a cargo container?" "Yeah, I'm kind of working on a theory." "Did you forget that you work for the fucking cops? We love theories! Come on, spin me a story, asshole!" Dexter says what he does in his own spare time is his business, and Doakes mirrors the sentiment: "I'm on my time, now, asshole." "All right, you got me," says Dex. "I ordered some furniture from Thailand, but --" He's cut short by a punch to the gut, and when Doakes swings again, Dexter dexterously (Hee! ...I know, I'm a geek. Fuck off) grabs his wrist and quickly seizes his throat with his other hand, slamming him against the container. "Lab geek, my ass!" struggles Doakes, and Dex slams him against the container. Having watched too much Six Feet Under, I fully expect them to start making out, but alas, no. Their fighting is interrupted by a foreman, who's on his radio telling someone to come down right away. Doakes flashes his badge, and the guy asks if Dexter is under arrest. "That's a good question," says Dexter. Doakes: "You're connected to this. I don't know how, but I'm going to find out, and some of what I find is going to stick to your ass." Dex just shakes his head. They both get texts at the same time, and look at one another.