But I wouldn't mind seeing him taken down a peg. Anyway, Dexter enters the cabin, and Doakes is on the floor, drinking one of his bottles of water. "What was that shit last night? Some kind of fuckin' scare tactic?" "You said something, before you passed out, about my father. What was it?" "I don't know, what was it? I was kind of drugged at the time." Heh, true. Dexter leans down and says, "Don't test me, Sergeant." I think it's interesting that Dexter's still calling him "Sergeant." Maybe he needs to maintain the structure of the workplace so that he can look at Doakes more as a superior than as a human. Or maybe he's just used to calling him that. Anyway, Dex continues, "I could have killed you. I didn't." "You didn't because you can't. I've had time to think about this, Morgan. I don't fit that code you were talkin' about, do I? At first, I thought The Butcher only went after criminals, because nobody gives a goddamn what happens to 'em, but now...now, I think you've got a conscience." Dexter begins to lose his patience: "Of course I have a conscience! I left you a place to shit, didn't I?" Dexter begins to pace around the cabin, and Doakes observes that Dex is "actually angry. I've never seen you angry, Morgan. This is good." "What did you say about Harry?" asks Dex, completely ignoring Doakes. "I believe the words 'whack job' were involved." "Oh, yeah," says Doakes with a laugh. "Is that what you're worried about, man? I guess it would bother me, too, if it were my old man." "Sergeant?" "Okay, what the fuck. You know how I've been looking into your past, right?" Dexter mentions that that's why Doakes is in his current predicament. "Well, I found something I wasn't supposed to see. It's about your father's death." "Heart disease, big mystery," says Dex. "No, the mystery's bigger than that, and someone up high didn't want it solved." Dexter studies his face for a long moment, then says, "You're lying." "It was buried deep, but it was there." "What was there?" Doakes stands up in the cage and stretches out, then says, "Why don't we go outside and talk about this, man, I could use some fresh air." He and Dexter actually share a laugh at the total absurdity of the situation, but Dex sobers up rather quickly and tells Doakes that ain't happening. "Well, then, the mystery remains," says Doakes, knowing that this is one of the few bargaining chips he has left. "I'm sure special ops taught you to rattle your captor, but I should warn you, Sergeant, you can't play on my feelings. I don't have any." Bullshit! Doakes calls him out: "Oh, really? Who's lyin' now?" Yeah, Dexter, who's lyin' now?