It's nighttime, and Dexter's got his murderin' clothes on. "I just have to find a piece of evidence to make sure Lundy catches Olsen fair and square." He starts breaking in to Olsen house through a window. Once inside, he looks around for incriminating stuff. He finds a gun stash in Olsen's desk, and shines his light on a wall that is littered with BHB clippings. "Looks like I have a fan club, membership of one," Dex VOs as a car pulls up outside. Dexter stealthily shuts off his light and moves to a corner. Olsen comes into the room and curiously examines the window Dexter came in through. Quickly, Dexter shuts the light and gets Olsen in a sleeper hold from behind. "Why are you so interested in the Bay Harbor Butcher?" "Holy shit, you're him, aren't you?" Dexter increases the pressure on Olsen's neck. "Stop, stop!" he gags. "Don't kill me! I'm like you! I take out criminals." "You mean, you try," says Dex. "Pitifully." "No, no, that was just the last one! He got away. I should have never made it personal." "You've killed others?" asks Dex, now intrigued. "That's what I'm trying to tell you. First was a drug dealer. I ran him down with my car. It felt...it felt fucking great. Even better than the free stash I got off him. And then, this guy at work found out I was fucking his wife, and he started to beat on her, so I pushed him down a stairwell. The cops thought it was an accident, but it was me! See? You can't kill me!" "I wasn't going to," says Dex. "Until now." Oh, snap! Dexter pops a tight sleeper hold on the guy, and he passes out in seconds. Wicked!
Olsen wakes up in the same train car that he attacked John Henry in, the only difference being that Dexter's wrapped it in plastic. "This is what the kill room should look like," says Dex when he sees Olsen's awake. "The inside of a big plastic bag. Of course, I spent hours working in this train car yesterday, so I'm not too worried about trace evidence." Heh, true. Nice one. "To your credit, your location was well-chosen, it just needed a little cleaning, a few lights..." He picks up his meat cleaver. "...Proper tools, of course." "I did it because of you!" says Olsen, not understanding what's happening. "No, you attacked those people because you wanted to," says Dex. "Yeah, but you inspired me." "I didn't." "With your principles!" "Not my principles." "Of course they are!" "Don't tell me who I am. My whole life, I've done what someone else said I should do, been who he said I should be. I followed his rules, stuck to his plan. I never stopped to think about what I wanted. What Ineeded. And now, I don't know who I'm supposed to be. I'll tell you one thing, though: I'm not the Bay Harbor Butcher. I'm certainly not anybody's role model." "What are you talking about? Then who are you?" "I'll let you know when I figure that out. Though, I gotta tell ya, I am well on my way, because sure as I'm standing here, I don't need to kill you." "Well, that's a relief," says Olsen, laughing. "I mean that need that comes from within that always drives me to this table. I don't feel it. I'm in recovery." "Well, I mean, I knew you weren't going to kill me," says Olsen, relieved. "No, I'm gonna kill you, I have to. I just don't need to, it's very empowering." Hack! Wow, that was kind of amazing. Is it possible that Dexter won't be a serial killer anymore? Wouldn't be much of a premise for a show without that. We'll see.