Originally, I wasn’t going to review last night’s Dexter (ITV1, Thursday, 26 March, 10.35pm) because Mr Hirons Editor Sir did such a fine job. However, after watching it, I needed to add my thoughts to the fore. Fact is, I have this horrible feeling that no-one is watching it because… well… it’s on ITV1. The second series closed last night and it pains me to think of TV lovers missing out on such brilliant television. Last night’s show, dubbed ‘The British Invasion’, had it all. I mean ‘all’ too. Sex, murder, huge plot line, great acting, closure… and the greatest ‘last words’ of any TV character ever.

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The big question hanging over season two was whether or not Dexter was going to be found out. Would someone find out that this mild-mannered forensics expert was the Bay Harbour Butcher? As such, would we see some death as a result?

Death? But of course sir…

The magnificent Sgt Doakes had rumbled the whole thing and the season-ender had him imprisoned by Dexter, and things were looking bleak. I’d somehow convinced myself that some kind of compromise would be found… there’s no way this show could kill either character off… surely?

This being Dexter, no-one is safe. However, neither are our assumptions. Doakes, shackled in the chicken pen, was blown to smithereens by the deranged Lila. On discovering our anti-hero’s secret, she wept robot tears at how beautiful it all was, before leaving the gas and hob on… this treated us to a super slo-mo shot of Doakes running to turn off the heat… and thereby giving us the finest, most apt last words ever in TV.

“MOOOOOTHEEEERFFFFF*****CKEEEEEERRRR!”

The fall-out of this monumental event was messy, but gripping. Dexter was found out and would have to finish off Lila, thus, not allowing him to be free, free to revel in his dark secret. All the loose-ends and sexual tension of elsewhere were tied up, thereby not leaving us hanging like so many US dramas do these days, apart from Lila. Lila who really can’t keep her clothes on for longer than 10 minutes.

After a serene passage, a moment where Dex’ relived the opening credits (a really fun trick by the show’s makers) and everyone getting on with their lives, Lila found herself in Paris, in hiding… but *BAM* there was Dexter, ready to slice and gut.

All those questions, tied up in one beautifully shot stabbing (how often do you get to write that?) and blood letting, with a clean slate not only for our main protagonist, but also, for us and series three. I implore every one of you to tune in for series three. Don’t be put off by the ‘cop drama’ schtick… this show is so much more than that… and don’t be put off by the fact it’s on ITV1. Dexter is one of the best TV shows in decades. Get on board.