Dexter (2006–2013): Season 1, Episode 5 - Love American Style - full transcript

Previously on "Dexter"...

- Think this is our guy's work ?
- The ice-truck killer ?

Laguerta insulted
the real killer's intelligence,

and now he's getting back at us
for chasing after the wrong guy.

It's the guard -- Tucci.

- I think he's alive.
- Tucci's alive ?

The ice-truck killer is

keeping him alive
to perform amputations.

He's sending me a message.

He wants me to go there.

Please.



He was left here
so I would kill him.

- Just kill me.
- I can't kill this man.

Taking Tucci over to County alive.

I don't know who
your contacts are, Morgan,

but you are my up-and-comer.

You saved
a man's life tonight.

The thing that surprises me
most about Rita is

how much I like being with her.

There's all sorts of things
I can do.

What -- what are you doing ?

Whatever I want.

My new friend thought
I wouldn't be able to resist

the kill he left for me,
but I did.

I'm not the monster he wants
me to be. I'm Dexter.



I like to pretend I'm alone,

completely alone,

maybe post-apocalypse
or plague,

Whatever --
No one left to act normal for,

no need to hide
who I really am.

It would be

...freeing.

Stop grinning like a fucking
psycho and get back to work.

Sorry, sergeant.

I was just waiting for forensics
to wrap up before I

tear the bed apart.

I'm not the only one
who enjoys isolation.

My shadow companion
chose this place well.

This was his sanctuary,

for a while, at least.

All these people pawing over it seems...

disrespectful.

Tell me the sick bastard bled on
something, Dexter.

He was here for days,
playing with sharp objects.

I'll keep looking, but so far
this place is spotless,

amazingly so.

The only blood I found belongs
to the security guard.

- Has he said anything yet ?
- Mr. Tucci's still unconscious.

Lieutenant, up here !

There's got to be something here.
Find it.

The guy's not a ghost.
Tony Tucci is evidence of that.

Hey, Dexter, you get all
this blood on camera yet ?

It's like shooting
a Jackson Pollock.

Well, your Jackson Pollock
is in the bag.

Ready ?

Okay.

What was that ?

- Did you see that ?
- What ?

Damn rats.

We're all gonna get histoplasmosis
from all their shit in the dust.

We'll be coughing up blood,
skin lesions,

mouth sores.

Lovely.
Can we get the lights, guys ?

You ever heard of rat-bite fever ?

Masuka, what'd I say
about the fucking rats ?

You haven't found anything,
won't find anything.

- This is a bust, right ?
- In so many words.

Which means I'm just jerking off
till Tucci wakes up.

So take a break. You've been
working this thing 24-7.

Or are you still avoiding
a personal life ?

Oh, fuck you.

And, yeah, I'm better off just
focusing on the job.

Thanks, guys.

- It doesn't have to be either/or.
- Maybe not for you.

If I found someone,
so can you, right ?

Yeah, the trouble
is keeping them.

Tell me about it.

Yelina ?
Are you okay ?

I'm sorry.
I'm fine.

Ernesto hasn't arrived ?

- I'm sure he'll be here soon.
- No.

The coyote wanted more money,
and I didn't have it.

Coyote ?

You mean the man you paid
to bring him here ?

He said he sent Ernesto back to Cuba.

But that was a week ago,

and no one in C?rdenas
has heard from Ernesto.

Yelina, how did you
contact this coyote ?

...This was his number, but it's
not working anymore.

I was supposed to leave him
money in a park.

Listen, my boyfriend works
for the police. I'm sure he --

No, no, no. We can't go
to the police.

He said he'd hurt my family
in Cuba.

No, it's okay. It's okay.
Dexter will know what to do.

I feel just terrible for her.

And they were supposed to be
married after he got here.

I do know someone in the department
who deals with immigration issues.

- I can talk to him.
- That's really kind of you, Dex.

I mean, can you imagine

not knowing if your fianc?e
is dead or alive ?

Uh, no.

Every night after work
Yelina goes

across the street, to the beach.

I've seen her there, just...

staring out at the water,
willing him to walk out of it.

Have you ever longed
for anything like that ?

She wants something from me.
Ever since the blow job,

she assumes we've taken it
to the next level.

She doesn't know yet --
I don't have a next level.

Well, when I was a kid, I would
have killed for an Atari.

You know ?

Cody would laugh at the graphics
now, but back then, man...

It always comes to this once sex
is introduced.

Small talk no longer cuts it.

Eventually she'll call me
a science project

and slam the door in my face.

But when do you think
he'll wake up ?

Yeah, I did call an hour ago,

but there's a killer out there that's
into whores and security guards,

but I'll bet nurses are next.

Yo, check you,
all "MPD Blue".

Shanda,
what are you doing here ?

You have another lead on
the ice-truck killer ?

Man, I got bigger worries
than that sick shit.

Now, I got me a girl
on the inside, right ?

I'm not springing your pimp,
if that's what you're after.

Oh, hell, no.

But my landlord's another
fucking story --

Trying to kick me
out of my home.

- Shanda.
- He got no cause,

except he's a born-again
hypocrite motherfucker.

Yeah, and you want me
to talk to him ?

No, I want you to beat
in his pasty, white face.

Morgan.
Found this in evidence.

Masuka was gonna
grease it through.

A cigarette butt ?

Jesus, we could pull DNA off
of that, or even a print.

Except it would be your print.

You were smoking on
a crime scene.

Not on the crime scene -- like
on the way-far end of the park.

The whole area's a crime scene.
You should know that by now.

Maybe you ought to just calm
the hell down, my brother.

- Who the fuck is that ?
- Give it a rest, Shanda.

Morgan,
go do something useful.

Go sit on that security guard
until he wakes up.

And do not talk to him
without me !

Believe me -- your maid is not
the first one to get screwed.

No, she's a maid.
She's not my maid.

So, have you heard of any other
Cuban immigrants disappearing ?

A few.

The poor bastards.
They spend their life savings,

get stuffed into a fishhold,

puke the whole 90 miles to Miami.

Then they get here, thinking,
"I'm an American. I'm free".

Except the damn coyote...

He won't let them go till
his family comes up

with a surprise release fee.

- If they can't pay...
- They disappear.

Freedom's just another word
for one more way to get fucked.

Sounds like someone's doing
something very bad.

You have any suspects ?

Sure, four or five,
mostly Cubans themselves,

but not enough evidence
for a conviction

or even a warrant.

If warrants were applied for,
their names will be in the database.

Look, buddy... I know you want
to help out your maid,

but there ain't a hell
of a lot you can do.

You'd be surprised.

Jorge Castillo -- number 3 on
the department's list of suspects,

but the only one even remotely
close to the park

where Yelina was supposed
to drop the money.

They never got enough evidence
for a search warrant,

but I don't need permission
to keep an eye on this guy.

No neighbors, no foot traffic
-- It's promising.

A good place for
human trafficking...

or worse.

Excuse me.
Private yard.

I'm just praying you have a '69
Stingray headlight somewhere in here.

Dave Cutler.

Castillo.
I'm sorry, but I don't.

Man, my restoration's almost
done. She's a beauty.

I don't do individual sales,
Mr. Cutler,

but I can give you the name of
a Corvette shop I deal with.

I'll be happy
to look around myself.

No offense, man, but
I can't take my phone orders

- if I'm watching over my merchandise.
- You run this whole place alone ?

Yeah, it keeps my costs down.

Hey, I'm sorry you made
the trip out here.

You know what ? Try Wexler's,
out in Tamarac.

That's my vette guy. Yeah.

Must be nice being
your own boss --

Get out in the water
whenever you want.

I saw that floater on your key
chain. I got to get one of those.

Lost my keys overboard twice
in the past year.

I do a little fishing. I got a 32-foot
Concept. What about you ?

I got a rowboat
with a hole in it.

A lo major los pescados
te encuentran.

I don't speak Spanish, sir.

Sorry. I just assumed
you were Cuban.

American, pal,
just like you.

Just like me.

He's on heavy sedatives at the
moment. I think he deserves them.

I'll wait.

Hey.

Mr. Tucci.

Tony.

I'm gonna find this cocksucker.

I swear.

I don't understand America's
obsession with cars.

I can just imagine squeezing
Rita and the kids into that thing

and hitting the open road --
Cramped quarters, public bathrooms,

hours of nothing
but conversation.

It's someone's American dream
-- my nightmare.

This must be where
Castillo locks them up.

But if he's killing them when they
can't pay, he's not doing it here.

So where are they ?

- Dexter Morgan.
- Gerard here.

There's a floater down
in South Beach morgue.

Could be a match
for your maid's fianc?.

She's a maid.
She's not my --

Is it all right
if I bring her down ?

The sooner, the better.

Okay, then. Thanks.
Have a good day.

Tonight at the Salsa Room.

You got to help me celebrate
my pay-grade bump.

Actually, I have a personal
project I'm working on tonight.

Blow it off.
I'm buying.

Angel, do you have that list
of prioritized witnesses ?

I can't deal with
800 anonymous tips.

I'm working on it.

Well, how about you stop talking
and earn your bump ?

Sexy.

Don't leave me hanging tonight,
bro. It's you and me.

I wonder what I did to make him
think we're so close.

I wonder
if it'd work on Rita.

Dexter Morgan --
I called earlier.

- Oh, right, yeah, about the floater.
- Yeah.

Hey, Jerry, can you take
these guys around back ?

Should I ?

Nah, I'll go with her.
She might need a shoulder.

She senses I'm
not a shoulder.

Bad sign --
She's catching on.

I don't know what kind of idiot
thinks an inner tube

is gonna get him over 90 miles
of open ocean.

If you ask me, man,
it's Darwin's theory at work.

That must be
what love looks like.

The inability to feel has
its advantages...

...sometimes.

- Hey, Dexter.
- Hey, Mindy.

- Do you need any help ?
- No.

So, are you gonna go to
the spring formal ?

Why would I want to do that ?

She wanted you to ask her
to the dance, Dexter.

That's not what she said.

Well, you have to learn
their signals.

Yeah, well, I don't really care
about girls.

I just like being alone.

But most normal people don't,

and it's important
that you seem normal.

Even though I'm not.

Because you're not.

We'll start you off with
a temporary prefab

and then make adjustments
as we go.

Rudy here's gonna put me back
together again, good as new.

Half the battle is attitude,
and you have a great one.

Well, I'm alive.

I didn't see that happening,
but here I am.

Yo, pretty boy,
you're stealing my thunder,

and I got a hottie
waiting on me, so...

I don't know.

I just might have
to fight you for this one.

Okay, we'll arm-wrestle later.
Now get out of here.

Watch out for this guy.
He's a dog.

Excuse me.

I know what you need, guys,
but I didn't see much.

Well, any detail will help,
Mr. Tucci.

Well... He came up on me
from behind, and

he wore a mask when
he made me put the...

the... the things on the ice.

Gosh...
I'll get it.

Angel of mercy.
Just how merciful are you ?

You are a dog,
aren't you ?

So the ladies tell me.

Can you tell us
how tall he was or

if he was black, white, latino ?

White, I think. I'm guessing
maybe average height --

Not fat, not thin,
just... average.

I don't know.

And when he started, you know,
working on me,

I was blindfolded, so...

Did you hear anything ?

Did he have an accent
or anything ?

He didn't talk much,
or he'd whisper.

And that's all you heard ?

Except the rats.

Sometimes they would crawl up on the
bed, and I'd have to shake them off.

Some crap-ass witness
I am, huh ?

You're doing fine.
You've given us a lot.

Yeah ?

You know, sometimes when I'm
trying to remember something,

I close my eyes.

Really ?

We could even blindfold
you again.

...I'm kind of tired right now.

It's okay. Get some rest.
Officer Morgan and I are leaving.

Alone.

No pretending.
No hiding.

No time to relax.
I'm too close.

Jorge Castillo is bad.
That I know.

But bad enough to
have killed Yelina's fianc? ?

That I have to prove.

Jorge's not-so-humble abode.

Yeesh -- new money.

Normal people dream of this --

A new car, a big home, a boat
at the reef shore marina...

and a beautiful wife.

Too bad -- I never enjoy
making someone a widow.

They're so happy.

She has no clue
who she's with.

Maybe that's the secret to
a successful relationship.

Mr. Perry, you were on the
grounds of the same hospital

where we found Mr. Tucci. And
you were alone that night ?

It was just me and Caesar,
my dog.

He likes abandoned buildings.
Caesar's a ratter.

- What did this guy do ?
- Why ? Does he look familiar ?

Yes, he looks like an actor from
that John Singleton movie.

What was that ?

How about you focus on
whether or not he was the man

you saw at the old hospital
that night, Mr. Perry ?

Well, it was difficult to tell.
It was dark.

You said you got
a look at him.

He had a cap.

Hey, is that KG-230 hooked into
a digital CCTB network ?

Ooh, you better have
a hell of a firewall.

You get better resolution
with the 440. Hello.

We're done here.

Give me a minute.

Morgan, thank Mr. Perry for his
horseshit and send him home.

Christ on a crutch, he could
tell us something.

Sergeant Doakes says
he is a looky-loo.

We get dozens like that every
time a story hits the news.

Now do me a favor -- Get him out
of my precinct. Thank you.

You could try being a little
more optimistic.

I mean, if Tony Tucci can be
optimistic, I think we can.

You might get more out
of people.

How do you know Perry
doesn't know anything ?

Because I've been doing this
a lot longer than you.

Okay.

This case is getting colder every minute
you waste on bullshit like Perry.

And wanting to blindfold
a trauma victim ?

What the fuck
were you thinking ?

Tucci's closed
for business now,

and you shut him down.

I... I was trying
a new approach.

Maybe you should just
learn the basics

before you reinvent
the damn wheel.

Come on. How can you not
dance to this ?

It's a gift.

We just need
some more patr?n, compadre.

Another round !

No more for me. I got to get up
early -- Killers to catch.

Forget that. The night's just
beginning, right, ladies ?

Yes !

Ladies, excuse us.
Angel, come here.

Your wife --
She's probably worrying.

I don't know what she'd think
of your new friend.

She don't mind who I flirt with
as long as I bring home la pasion.

La pasi?n ?

Yeah, it keeps
the relationship alive.

What about...
communication, trust ?

- La pasi?n.
- Wait.

What if she wants
something more ?

Then you reciprocate --
You know... La pasi?n.

No, I meant what if she wants
something more emotionally ?

Don't go down that emotional
road. Just go down on her.

It's easier,
and she'll be distracted.

Come on.
Let's dance, Angel.

So...

What do you want to do now ?

Dance with her, Dexter.
Be polite.

Get her punch.
Open the door for her.

And if you find yourself alone
with her and things get romantic --

Dad, I've kissed a girl before.

- You have ?
- Yeah.

- And ?
- I don't know, it was okay.

Dexter, women are different
from men.

We've had this talk, dad.

I'm saying they have a whole
different experience of things.

When they're with someone,
physically, they feel connected.

And they know
when you're not.

They can sense it
because you're very exposed.

- Yeah, you're naked.
- I mean emotionally.

Son, this is going to be
very dangerous for you.

I can fake it.

Buddy, you can learn to fake
a lot of things.

This is a tough one.

Is this it ?

Angel, I've only been here
one time. I don't remember.

Wake up.

Your wife's gonna love me.

The problem with acting normal

is normal people get into
stupid situations like this.

You scared
the hell out of me.

Sorry, Nina.

I'm Dexter. You remember ? I work
with Angel down at the station.

What are you doing here ?

It's funny. We were out celebrating
Angel's pay-grade bump.

- He got a raise ?
- Yeah.

Well, as you can see, he...

...had a little too much to drink,

so I gave him a ride home.

He doesn't live here anymore.

We're separated.

So...

good night.

Oh, okay.

Good night.

La pasi?n.

Angel.

Angel, we're really late
for work, amigo.

- I guess I had one too many, huh ?
- And then about 10 more.

How did I end up here ?

You don't remember ?

- So you live here, huh ?
- I live here.

You're kind of neat,
aren't you ?

Bad habit instilled by mom.

We better get going.

Pressure's on with this
ice-truck-killer situation.

Yeah. You go ahead.
I'll lock up.

I have to stop
by home anyway.

My wife's gonna be worried. She gets
so hot and bothered, you know women.

No, I'll just wait, and I'll drop you
at your car.

Where's your bathroom ?

Somehow it's
reassuring to know

I'm not the only one
pretending to be normal.

I found hair on this one that
doesn't belong to Tucci --

Rat hair.

I probably picked
up a parasite just --

Don't test me, Masuka.

You see all that shredding ?

Half of this sheet must
be lining their nests.

They took evidence away
from the crime scene ?

- Exactly.
- So we check their nest.

Wild goose chase, without
knowing what we're looking for.

We could talk to Tucci again.

He knows more than he thinks,
and my gut tells me he can take it.

'Cause you got the instincts
of a veteran on the force.

Masuka, run the sheet. See if
we can trace it to manufacturer.

I've got court in the morning,
so call me on my cell --

All right, I get it.
I'm a newbie.

But you are old and tired,
and you need new eyes on this.

So when you're ready to let me
do my job, you let me know.

And don't you fucking say
a word, Masuka.

How do you get rid of the ones
who don't pay out ?

You drop them
in the middle of the ocean,

tell them to swim for shore ?

You can't hide for long,
Jorge.

- Hello ?
- Dexter, it's me.

Look, I'm sorry I haven't talked
to you since that place.

The morgue.

Do you think they'll be able
to catch whoever did this ?

I'm sure he'll get what he
deserves. How are you doing ?

Still a little shaky.

I have some late-night work
I have to do, but I could

stop by earlier...
if you want.

- Maybe we could rent a movie.
- Yeah, I'll pick up a DVD --

Something light.

Maybe if I don't blink,
my eyes will tear up.

I hate this.

I'm questioning every move.
It's exhausting.

I should just break
it off already,

unless I can pacify her, give her something,

Reciprocate.

La pasion.

Dexter ?

I'm sorry.
I...

I was just...

You were so generous with me.

I was gonna...
return the favor.

No, that's very sweet, but...

Sorry, I'm just not
in the mood for... that.

- That you, Dex ?
- Yeah. Sorry I'm late.

It's okay, son. You must have
been having fun.

- No, I pretended to.
- That's good, Dexter.

Dad ?

Do you think
that maybe one day I'll...

you know,
feel it... for real ?

I hope so, son.

I really do.

Alone, I'd be better off.

Relationships are
too confusing.

But this I can figure out.

This I do well.

Jorge Castillo's boat. If he's
a killer, then there's proof.

There's always proof,
and I'll find it.

Happy and in love...

The perfect couple.

I wonder if Rita and the kids
would like fishing.

Focus.

If one of these matches the
contact number for Ernesto's coyote,

you're it, Jorge.

He drowns them here,
then dumps them out there.

If they wash up,
it'll be chalked up

to another
inner-tube mishap.

Yep --

This I do well.

Think about his shoes.

Did he walk with a limp ?

Did he move smoothly,
like an athlete ?

Try to remember,
Tony, for me.

I would if I could, hon.

You're a sweet lady,
and smart --

using your charms on me.

No, no, I don't mind.

It's probably the last time
a woman will flirt with me,

looking like this.

It's okay, Tony.
Maybe later.

We should try the blindfold.

What ?

- I.. don't want to do that.
- I'm sorry, Mr. Tucci.

I... can't even begin to imagine
what you've been through,

but it's our job
to make sure that

nobody else goes
through it, too.

So, Morgan, you're up.

He was hard to hear. I never
knew where he was.

So he's agile. That's good, Tony.
What else did you hear ?

- Rats. Always those damn rats.
- Try to focus on him, Tony.

What did you hear ?
What did you smell ?

- Menthol.
- Menthol ?

Yeah, like cough drops.

He cleared his throat a lot.
You know, like --

He unwrapped them.

I could hear those wrappers,
that crinkly sound.

And he sucked on them.

I could hear them clicking
against his... teeth when he...

The son of a bitch loved
those fucking lozenges.

Nothing in this nest.

Well, check another floor.
They're all over this dump.

Fuck this.

Masuka.

We got another one over here.

Promising. Several fragments
from the sheet here.

These rat bastards
were repeat customers.

- Who had garlic for lunch ?
- I'm gonna punch you in the neck.

Actually...

I think you're gonna French me.

...2934.
I like being right.

I usually am,
about these things.

"Be prepared" --
It's my motto.

The boy scouts and I
have that in common.

Of course, there's no merit
badge for tonight's outing.

What are we looking at ?

They found the ice-truck
killer's lozenge wrapper,

thanks to your sister.

Lozenge wrapper ?

Hey, after two months of
finding fuck all in this case,

a lozenge wrapper's
the damn holy grail.

My favorite serial killer is
a lozenge eater.

How human of him.

We have a partial.

Partial print --
A partial fucking print !

Proud of you, sis.

Hey, it's a celebration here.
Where are you going ?

Crime scene.

Excuse me.

What's, uh --
What's going on ?

We've got our first piece of tangible
evidence on the ice-truck killer.

A partial fucking print.

You run it through AFIS yet ?

It doesn't even matter
if we get a match.

He gets pulled in for something,
anything, we got him.

We get it photoed
before we scan it.

And I want Label to ID the point of
comparison before you do the AFIS hit.

Masuka, I want that
being swabbed for DNA.

And let's keep working the
old hospital site, people.

You never know.
We might get lucky again.

It wasn't luck.
Good work, Morgan.

Afuera, va. Muevanse.
Come on.

Come on !
Entrar, entrar.

God bless America.

Hon ?

Where are you ?

Honey ?

Honey, you in here ?

Iderrito a mi familia !

Get back in there,
you Cuban piece of shit !

Fucking animals.

Incredible.

They're even better matched than
I thought -- True partnership.

You know, I rarely deviate
from a plan,

but I just didn't have the heart
to split up such a...

...perfect couple.

You two...

have quite a lucrative...
operation going.

You're a really good team.

It's clever, too.

No one questions another
drowned Cuban man

or woman...

or child.

So, which one of you
thought this up ?

They get freedom.
We free them.

They thank us,
for God's sake !

For drowning them and dumping
their bodies in the ocean ? Please.

We can pay you.
We have money.

That's what it's all about, right ?

- I love you. I love you so much.
- I love you so much.

I'm gonna ask you a question.
I want you to answer me honestly.

No more bullshit.
Do you understand ?

- How long have you been married ?
- 12 years.

How do you love each other ?

You're like me,

and you make
it work. How ?

- We want the same life.
- We both -- We want the same thing.

- You share the same dream.
- Yes, exactly, yes.

Yes, that's it.

That's...

...helpful.
Thank you.

No.

I like doing things properly,

but I'm out of time, and I still
have to dispose of them.

Valerie got short shrift.

But all in all, it was a very good night.

I like this place.

A lot of memories are
buried down there.

Deviating from the plan may
have been ill-advised.

But sometimes you just
have to take a risk.

After all...

...isn't that what
relationships are all about ?

Do you have a dream...

...for your life...

Your future, I guess ?

Of course.
Do you ?

It might sound weird.

I want to someday be
content and just feel...

...comfortable,
like everyone else.

- I want...
- A normal life.

Yeah, a normal life.

That's all I want.
Just that.

No fame and fortune ? --
excitement at every turn ?

No, I've had enough excitement.
Thank you.

Now... I'll take boring.

Average.

Ordinary.

That's weird, huh ?

Yeah.