After a quick panning shot of a marsh with the sun coming up, we're back at the scene in full daylight. A search team in the water discovers something under a palm leaf, and a woman announces over her megaphone, "We got a floater." Everyone rushes to the shore (I don't know what else to call it in a marsh) as the team returns with the body. After they plop the torso onto a gurney, Masuka inspects it. He notices the "gaping areas of pulpified tissue, extensive fourth-degree burns" that could only have been caused by a "big-ass fuckin' explosion." "What else can you give us?" asks a disheveled-looking Lundy. Masuka tells him that there are certain parts of the eyes that are unburned, so he must have been alive when it happened, because he was squinting. The teeth are intact, so the dental records will provide a positive ID. "Is it Doakes?" asks Deb, fighting back tears. "Male, African-American, about the right length of torso, heavily muscled. I think it's him."

Later, Deb, Lundy, Adams, and Matthews are all standing around a table that has some of Dexter's instruments on it. "These are the same kind of tools that scuba class found," says Deb. "He'd need them to make cuts that clean," says Lundy, motioning with his head to the dismembered body parts of Chris Harlow. "Those come from the suspect?" asks Matthews idiotically. "No, they belong to a second body," says Lundy, going on to say that the body was dead and chopped before the explosion. "So, this is where the Butcher did his dirty work?" says Adams. Way to go, man! Way to catch on. Fool. "It's a perfect location for a kill room," says Matthews. "Doesn't get any more remote than this." "No, it couldn't," confirms Lundy. Adams voices his approval of the situation, but says, "We keep the search on until we have a firm ID on the body in the water." Adams and Matthews walk away, and Deb asks Lundy if he agrees with them. "The evidence is compelling. Overwhelming, actually." "I guess we got our man," says Deb. "Oh, shit, LaGuerta's here." LaGuerta is indeed there, and she's blank-facedly following the EMTs who are carrying what's left of Doakes away on a gurney. Dexter grabs her arm and stops her, saying, "Lieutenant! I wouldn't...if I were you." "Is it James?" "They don't know yet." Dex VOs, "Apparently miracles are subjective. I can't exactly feel LaGuerta's pain, but I can appreciate it. Doakes wasn't so bad in the end, but the truly tragic thing would be to let his sacrifice go to waste. There's only one way I can think of to honor him. I have to embrace my freedom." As long as by "embrace my freedom" you mean "kill that beeyotch Lila," I'm with you, bro. Get to it.