Dexter, Season 4

[Dexter and Debra are standing where she and Lundy were shot]

Debra:
You can't even see our blood. It's like it never happened.

Dexter:
Deb?

Debra:
What the fuck's your problem?

Dexter:
I got here as fast as I could.

Debra:
You have everything, and you're doing your goddamn best to throw it all away.

Dexter:
[sighs] Rita told you about the apartment?

Debra:
What the fuck were you thinking? You have to make this right.

Dexter:
I'm not sure I know how.

Debra:
You figure it out. I'm the fuck-up in the family. Not you.

Dexter:
Don't say that.

Debra:
You have a choice. To be a good husband. To be a good father.

Dexter:
I know. It's just... sometimes I feel trapped.

Debra:
By what? Three kids? A wife who adores you? Yesterday, I had Lundy and Anton. And now they're gone because of me.

Dexter:
You didn't do anything wrong.

Debra:
It doesn't matter what I do. Or what I choose. I'm what's wrong! There's nothing I can do about it. If I'm not hurting myself, I'm hurting everyone around me. There's nothing I can do about it. [voice cracking] I'm... I'm broken!!

Dexter:
No, you're not... I am. [reaching for her] Why don't we go back to the house-

Debra:
Don't! Don't! [sobbing] I need to be here! Where Lundy died. I can't do a fucking thing about it! [breaks down in Dexter's arms]

Dexter:
[voiceover] My sister doesn't deserve to be in this kind of pain. But I know who does.