This week’s Dexter apparently focuses on how much life sucks, especially when you get old. He’s on the trail of a retiree he suspects of being The Tooth Fairy, a serial killer who terrorized the Pacific Northwest in the 80s and kept teeth as trophies. Hijinks ensue as Dexter tries to get close to his subject, who turns out to be the most bitter, crotchety old fuck east of the Mississippi. While trying to determine the truth about Walter, Dexter is forced to consider how his own murder sprees will be affected by the inevitable deterioration old age will bring.
Deb, meanwhile, is adjusting to her fancy new job and all the trappings inherent to it–everything from politics to paperwork, and having LaGuerta jumping up into her duodenum at every turn, trying to influence her decisions. On top of this, she has to deal with watching Quinn exorcise his love for her by banging other women from behind (true story). Masuka is also trying to get some from his freaky little intern, who turns out to be a bigger freak than even he suspects.
Travis and EJO have that jogger from the last episode chained up in the church with a couple of horses, commanding him to repent and beg God’s forgiveness for his earthly sins. This ends about as well as you’d expect. Also, some credence is lent to a theory floated in the comments last week–a theory which I have taken upon myself to ponder and expand a bit. I’ll get into that in detail in the recap later this week. Check back to see if you think I’m onto something, or if you think I have my head entirely up my own ass (always a possibility, to be sure).