Dexter (2006–2013): Season 8, Episode 1 - A Beautiful Day - full transcript
It's now 6 months since Captain LaGuerta's death. Dexter is still working as a blood spatter expert but Deb has quit the force and is now working as a private investigator. She's also been avoiding Dexter as much as possible. Angel Batista is now the squad's Lieutenant and Tom Matthews is a Deputy Chief. Dexter is worried about Deb in general but even more so after he hears she hasn't been in touch with her new boss for two weeks. Metro homicide has a new case after a body is found on the beach. The man's skull has been sliced open and a small part of his brain removed. Matthews introduces a civilian expert, Dr. Evelyn Vogel, who has volunteered her time to help with the investigation. Dexter is distrustful of her from the outset and with good reason as it turns out: she seems to know a great deal about him.
Previously on Dexter...
Oh, God.
Dexter, what the fuck?
Travis was here, he came at me.
When I thought
about everything he did,
I wanted him dead,
so I killed him.
I have to call this in.
Maybe we should
just get rid of the body.
Gasoline, fire...
it'll erase any trace
that we were ever here.
I never wanted her
to go through this, Dex.
Neither did I.
I found a blood slide
exactly like the ones
we found in Doakes' car.
Bad people are still
going missing, and Doakes--
Was the Bay Harbor Butcher,
end of story.
I have to keep my secret safe.
Otherwise my life--her life--
will never be the same.
Are you a serial killer?
I only kill
certain kinds of people.
Oh, God.
Are you the Bay Harbor Butcher?
Dad taught me.
He gave me a code.
Dad knew?
You're like a magnet.
Bad shit is gonna find you.
Dexter is
a blood spatter analyst,
and Doakes always thought there
was something off about Dexter.
What if Doakes was on to him?
The Bay Harbor Butcher.
Maria thinks it might be you.
Me?
Hannah McKay.
She stabbed a woman five times.
All I can think about
is giving her what she deserves.
Do what you gotta do.
Dexter...
You're the only person I don't
have to hide anything from.
Maybe you understand me a little
better than I understand myself.
I love you.
It's because
she's a serial killer?
I feel like if you love me
you'll accept this.
If I love you?
I'm in love with you!
Wha--
Debra's been in a car accident.
You poisoned Debra.
You were supposed to choose me.
She's my sister.
Good-bye, Dexter.
Security footage
from before the fire department
got the call
on the burning church.
What were you doing there,
lieutenant?
Are we really that fucked?
If all she's got is that DVD,
I can handle this.
LaGuerta's an innocent.
She doesn't even
begin to meet the code.
It's the only option.
Hector Estrada.
I was three years old
when you murdered my mother.
You're Dicky Moser!
Dexter Moser.
I have another kill
I have to do.
It's not so easy.
I can't let Deb go down
for what I've done.
Dexter, it's Deb.
Whatever you're thinking
of doing, please don't do it.
So what's the plan?
I used her gun to shoot
Estrada in his puncture wound.
I'll use Estrada's gun
to shoot LaGuerta.
- Deb--
- Dexter...
You shouldn't be here.
Why--shouldn't I be here?
Shoot him, Debra.
You have to end this.
Shoot him.
Stop!
Do it, Debra.
Shoot him.
Do it!
Shoot him!
This is not who you are.
You're a good person.
You're not like him.
Put him down!
It's true.
Everything she said.
You're a good person.
[Knife clangs]
Do what you gotta do.
Dex--
[sobbing]
I hate you.
[Acoustic guitar plays
What A Wonderful World]
♪
[Laughs]
There's nothing like a crisis
to help define who you are.
A better person would feel bad
about LaGuerta's death.
But the truth is
it solved all my problems.
It's gotten me back on track.
[People cheering, clapping]
In the six months since,
I've coached Harrison's
soccer team to a championship...
gotten the bowling team
back together...
made some new friends.
I'm a survivor.
She chose a career
in law enforcement.
And I know for a fact
that she never regretted
one day of service.
It's a choice that
none of us take lightly.
Is Aunt Deb gonna be here?
Uh, I don't think so,
but we'll get together
with her real soon.
Maria was very important to me.
She was a good cop.
She was my boss.
Very briefly my wife.
[Chuckles]
But mostly she was a friend.
I miss you, Maria.
We all do.
[Speaks Spanish]
[Applause]
Thank you, Lieutenant Batista.
At this time,
we would like to dedicate
this beautiful memorial
in her honor.
Ladies and gentlemen,
fellow officers,
I present to you the Captain
Maria LaGuerta bench.
[Applause]
Okay, well,
we're off to swim class.
- Say good-bye to daddy.
- Bye, daddy.
See you after work, Harrison.
Okay.
[Sighs]
A bench.
Why a bench?
She deserves more than a place
where people park their butts.
It's a nice bench.
It's concrete, very sturdy.
You can buy them at
the parking lot at Home Depot.
I'm sorry.
Was that insensitive?
No, that's exactly my point.
This all feels so...
cold.
[Speaks Spanish]
You're still hurting,
I can tell.
All right, look,
first of all, it's weird
when you try to speak Spanish.
Second of all,
don't ever touch me.
It's been six months,
and you're having
a tough time moving past this.
How am I supposed
to move past this?
My dining room is filled
with boxes of her stuff.
He's right, you know?
It's been six months.
Maybe you should
just get rid of it.
And then what?
She just disappears?
Hey, uh, Dex,
I was kind of hoping
your sister would stop by.
Yeah, how is Deb?
She really wanted to be here,
but she's working long hours.
She's better?
- Oh, yeah, she's great.
- That's good to know.
She took LaGuerta's death
kind of hard.
Even though they didn't
seem all that close.
There's no telling
how you're gonna react.
When Mike Anderson was killed,
I just wanted
to get away from all this.
It took Maria's death
to turn me back.
It made me want to do nothing
but chase bad guys.
I can't tell you how many times
all I wanted to do
is what Deb did--
walk out of here at lunch
and never come back.
[Chuckles] Yeah,
Deb can be impulsive sometimes.
Tell her to drop by sometime.
Place isn't the same
without her.
I mean, for a while I heard
from her every other day,
asking for some favor.
But I haven't spoken to her
in a couple weeks now.
Why is that?
She's out of town.
Right.
The Keys.
No, Fort Lauderdale.
Right. Fort Lauderdale.
When she gets back,
let's set something up.
It'd be good to see her.
Yeah, it would.
I mean, I'll tell her.
[Dials phone]
[Phone line rings]
It's Deb.
Leave a message.
The user's mailbox is full.
[Phone beeps]
Hey, Vince.
Can you cover for me
this morning?
I always do.
Deb's working through this
in her own way.
I just wish she'd talk to me
once in a while.
[Dance music]
♪
Ooh...
[Sighs]
Supposed to be for both of us.
Mm...
I'm sorry.
I guess I got carried away.
Mm...
You're gonna have to share.
[Phone rings]
Mm.
Gotta take this.
- It's business.
- Okay.
Yeah.
No, I'm not splitting it up.
All or nothing.
That is my best price.
You've never worked
with me before,
but you know it's a fair deal.
It's 11:47 A.M.
You have till tomorrow
at this exact time.
[Phone beeps]
Fuckin' amateurs.
What happened
to your normal guys?
I don't know.
They disappeared on me.
Funny thing, being a fence
doesn't seem to be
a long-term occupation.
What about this guy?
Can you trust him?
Can you trust anybody?
Mm-mm.
Well, maybe if you want,
I can back you up.
I don't want you
getting involved.
- Yeah, but I'm really--
- Debbie.
- I appreciate it...
- [Laughs]
but I got it covered.
[Sighs]
What do you want to do today?
Preferably something
that involves you in a bikini.
Why don't we rent a boat?
Like a pontoon, little thing,
we could go out,
relax on the water.
No, let's get something fast.
Let's get a speedboat.
We can buzz the cruise ships.
You like causing trouble,
don't you?
I can't help it.
[Giggles]
[Sighs]
It's funny how these things
work, isn't it?
What do you mean?
[Sighs]
When I met you,
I'd been sitting in that bar
for almost an hour.
I was about to leave.
- Then you walked in.
- Yeah, I did.
It's funny
how something so simple
as you walking in the door
at the exact right moment
can suddenly change everything.
Yeah.
[Shudders]
Mm...
[Knocks]
What are you doing here,
Dexter?
She could be inside.
You know what
she's been going through.
She could've...
done something.
Deb.
Deb, you in here?
She's not here, Dexter.
She asked you
to leave her alone.
For how long?
I haven't talked to her
in over a month.
I haven't seen her
in two months.
She's disappeared.
She's disappeared
from you, Dexter.
And that's her choice.
What is this?
Xanax.
Paxil.
Adderall.
More Xanax.
All from different doctors.
And pot.
Great, she's mixing
all this shit.
I have to find her.
Dexter, you're the problem,
not the solution.
The best thing you can do for
Debra is to stay away from her.
I'm the only one
who knows what happened.
I'm the only one
who can help her.
She needs me.
[Phone beeps, line rings]
It's Deb.
Leave a message.
The user's mailbox is full.
[Phone beeps]
I have to find her.
[Men chattering]
- Hi.
- Hi.
Can I help you?
- Yeah, I'm--
- Dexter Morgan.
- Elway. Nice place.
- Thank you.
Yeah, yeah, it's a big step up
from my Robbery desk
at Miami Metro, huh?
And it's a good change
for Deb as well.
Very smart of her,
making a move
to the private sector,
I'll tell you.
She here?
She is not.
You know when she'll be back?
Not a clue.
She's got a big problem
of disappearing on me.
What does that mean?
Means she doesn't like to
check in when she's supposed to.
When's the last
you heard from her?
Been a couple of weeks,
at least.
And that's normal for her?
Of course not normal.
Debra Morgan.
There's no "normal" for her.
But that was the deal
when I hired her.
She's her own agent,
she chooses the cases
she wants to work on,
and she calls in
when she feels like it.
But--
But what?
She's never waited
two weeks to call me back.
What case is she working on?
Some smash and grab.
Guy skipped out on bail.
Uh...
name is...
Briggs.
Andrew Briggs.
Skip tracing
and bounty hunting?
Isn't that a little
beneath her?
Tell me about it.
I try to give her
bigger clients,
higher profile cases,
but she seems to like
the down and dirty stuff.
Your sister's a bit
of a thrill seeker.
- Really?
- It's easy money for her.
She gets a percentage of
everybody she brings in, so...
Well, what else can you
tell me about the case?
There's not much more to it.
You find the guy,
you bring him back.
If she brings
the jewelry back as well,
she gets a cut of it.
And that's all you know?
Like I said, she's not
big on checking in, so...
[Phone vibrates]
[Sighs]
I gotta go.
If you hear from her,
call me, all right?
Is this how
I'm going to find Deb?
Dead and alone?
[Camera shutter snaps]
[Radio chatter]
[Siren wails]
- Are you looking at my ass?
- No.
I mean, yes.
What size do you wear?
None of your damn business.
It's just that I have
all of Maria's clothes,
and I just thought maybe...
- Oh.
- Yeah, no, it's--
it's not your style.
I get it.
She was a very colorful woman.
Hey, what do we have?
Robert Bailey,
42 years old, Miami resident.
Killed by a single
gunshot wound to the chest,
right above the heart.
Judging from the stippling
on the wound,
it looks like
the muzzle of the gun
was in contact with
the victim's chest when fired.
Suicide?
No, the victim was killed
elsewhere and dumped here.
- Whoa.
- Whoa.
Parietal and occipital bone
sliced through.
Back of the cranium removed.
Okay, that's weird.
And...
looks like a piece of it
has been scooped out,
like with a melon baller.
- Just got weirder.
- We have a gun.
So someone shoots this guy,
cuts his head open,
and messes with his brain.
He takes the body
and the weapon
and brings them
all the way out here.
Why?
People are crazy.
I think we're done here.
Okay, process the gun
for DNA and prints.
Uh, with the rain--
Yeah, do it anyway.
Dexter, follow up on the body.
Will do.
[Chatter]
[Phone beeps, line rings]
- It's Deb. Leave a message.
- The user's mailbox is full.
[Phone beeps]
Where the hell are you, Deb?
Andrew Briggs.
The man Deb was looking for.
[Types]
Clubbed a security guard
over the head,
then robbed a high-end
jewelry store.
Got away with over 1/2 million
in un-recovered merchandise.
Skipped on his bail,
been on the run ever since.
Arrested three times
for assault.
Sent one guy to the hospital
with a broken jaw.
This guy is dangerous.
Did Debra get in over her head?
"Password"?
[Computer beeps]
Nope.
"Fucking password."
Here we go.
All of her charges
for three weeks
have been in Fort Lauderdale.
And mostly at El Mercado
on East 4th Street.
She was there
yesterday afternoon.
I can be there in half an hour.
That's the guy
she's supposed to bring in.
What kind of tequila you like?
Uh, the kind
that makes you fall down.
I'll see what I can do.
What the fuck?
Deb, what's going on?
I'm working a case.
You should get the fuck out.
You found your guy.
Why haven't you brought him in?
How the fuck do you know
what I'm doing?
I talked to Elway.
You talked to Elway?
When he said
you hadn't checked in,
I was scared
something happened.
I'm fine.
Get the fuck out.
Deb, you haven't
talked to me in weeks.
You haven't returned
any of my calls.
You completely missed
LaGuerta's memorial.
Jesus Christ, I wonder why.
And would you please erase
the messages on your phone?
No one has heard from you.
Yeah, I'm fucking
getting close to Briggs
so that I can get the jewelry
before he fences it, all right?
I'm a professional
working a case.
Why don't you get the fuck
outta here before you ruin it?
Are you having sex
with that guy?
What the fuck?
My life is
none of your business.
Go.
No, I'm not leaving.
Fuck you.
Do you wanna know why I'm not
returning your phone calls?
'Cause I don't
wanna talk to you.
And I really don't
wanna fuckin' see you.
- Why?
- [Laughs] Why?
Um...
because you made me compromise
everything about myself
that I care about.
And I hate you for it.
No, you don't.
I shot the wrong person
in that trailer.
Who's this guy?
Just some loser.
Is there a problem?
Let's go.
[Bell jingles]
[Sighs]
She doesn't hate me.
She's messed up.
She doesn't know
what she's doing.
It's none
of your business, Dex.
She's using this job
as a way to escape.
She can't deal
with everything that's happened,
she's lost, dad.
You've done this to her.
Don't make it worse.
Leave her alone.
Motherfucker cut me off.
[Revs engine]
Dexter, what're you doing?
[Tires squeal]
Hey, what's going on?
You cut me off.
I'm sorry.
I didn't--
[choking]
You lost control
out there, Dexter.
He knows what he did.
Go home, son.
[Engine starts]
Right there...
Ah...
Stop.
Don't stop, don't stop.
[Door opens]
- Don't stop.
- Jamie, I'm home.
Oh, God--you stopped.
- Someone just came in.
- It's just Angel.
- Yeah, what?
- What?
I'm sorry, I can't have sex
with my lieutenant 20 feet away.
I'm not having a problem.
Yeah, that's because you're,
like, fucking superhuman.
Oh, come on.
Joey,
the chance that someone might
find out our little secret...
Yeah, I know, babe,
it's not gonna happen.
- Makes it even more fun.
- Not gonna happen.
[Soothing music playing]
Look, if you come to my place
tomorrow morning,
we can finish
where we left off, right?
I can't, I have to be
at Dexter's by 7:00.
What?
- Fuck.
- Mm.
Do me a favor.
Uh, distract him so I can
go out the side door, okay?
How am I supposed to do that?
Throw some fucking
pork rinds on the floor.
You owe me.
♪
Hey.
You're all sweaty.
Uh, yeah.
It's good
that you're working out.
Yeah, just doing
a little cardio.
What're you gonna do
with Maria's stuff?
Don't worry,
it'll all be gone by tomorrow.
Where?
Charity workers are coming in
first thing in the morning.
Mm.
Feels sad, though.
An entire life just packed up
in a bunch of boxes.
You know, maybe...
you should pick out
some things to keep.
Ah...
Come on.
I think it'll be good.
You're right.
You're right.
Warrants...
to trace Dexter's
and Deb's phone.
Right to the end,
she couldn't let it go.
Tracking down Estrada
by herself--
that's what got her killed.
Yeah, well,
that's just who she was, Angel.
- Yeah.
- A cop.
That's who she was.
[Chatter]
Deb should be up there
leading this briefing.
I have to find a way
to get through to her.
This doesn't look good.
Who do you think she is?
Methinks a riddle
wrapped in Dolce & Gabbana
inside a--
Can't you ever talk
like a normal person?
Everyone,
your attention, please.
As you can see,
we have a guest.
This is Dr. Evelyn Vogel.
She and I first met
when she consulted on a case--
When most of you
were still in high school.
Dr. Vogel has been away from
Miami for a number of years,
but now she's back,
and has graciously offered
her expertise
with our recent body dump.
But we're only a day
into our investigation.
I'm not here to step on
anyone's toes, lieutenant.
It's off the books.
Evelyn is a neuropsychiatrist.
She's served as a consultant
on a number
of high-profile cases
over the years.
And she has written
the definitive textbook
on the brains of psychopaths.
That's how I know you.
Your work on profiling
is classic.
Thank you.
I wouldn't normally insert
myself into an investigation.
[Chuckles]
She said "Insert herself."
But when I read
about the body in the paper,
there was one aspect
of this murder
that I found
particularly intriguing.
Vince, bring up that X-ray
the M.E. sent over.
Thank you.
You see this part here?
That's
the anterior insular cortex,
the portion of the brain
that processes empathy.
And the hallmark
of a psychopath is...
They have no empathy.
They have no empathy.
Now, it's possible
this is mere coincidence,
but if someone
goes to the trouble
of carefully extracting
a core from the brain,
then I think that person
will give a little thought
to what part
of the brain he's taking.
So how do you think
he did this?
It's too early to say,
but maybe he was wanting to
perform some kind of experiment,
or maybe this
was simply a message.
He wouldn't be the first killer
to attempt to communicate
through a victim.
Who was the victim?
Robert Bailey.
Mechanic.
According to his wife, he'd been
missing for nearly a week.
Was the brain drilled into
while the victim
was still alive?
Dexter?
The M.E. indicated
it was done post-mortem.
The preliminary autopsy
also showed bruising
on the knuckles and knees,
which could indicate
the victim was held captive
in an enclosed space.
There were no contents
in the victim's stomach.
Signs of dehydration.
The victim was missing
for five days.
That suggests a pretty elaborate
pre-kill ritual
for a serial killer.
Well, this was just one body.
How do you know
it's a serial killer?
Oh, I doubt
that this is his first kill.
Those are usually
more spontaneous.
This was planned ahead of time.
A lot of thought went into it.
I'm thinking
we're looking for someone
at least in their 30s.
Intelligent, organized.
Takes great pride in his work.
I think he'd enjoy the fact
that we're talking
about him right now.
You think there will be more?
I'd be surprised
if there are not.
Any suspects?
Uh, no prints on the gun.
It sat in the rain all night.
Same story with the body.
We're still combing for DNA.
Okay, let's widen
our interviews
with friends and coworkers
of the victim.
We need to find where
he intersected with the killer.
Masuka, when ballistics comes in--
- On your desk
Dexter, stay on the DNA.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
[Overlapping chatter]
I hear the FBI calls her
the "Psychopath Whisperer."
How lucky are we
she's on this case?
Yeah.
How lucky.
Dr. Evelyn Vogel,
neuropsychiatrist,
lecturer,
just published her third book.
And the last person I need
looking in my direction
right now.
[Knock on door]
Uh...
What do you think?
- It's nice, right?
- [Sighs]
Uh, I guess so.
Maria always had it
in her office.
I want you to have it
to remember her by.
Oh, thanks.
That's nice.
You still haven't
forgiven her, have you?
It's complicated.
It's all right.
I understand.
But if you can't
accept it from Maria,
accept it from me.
It'll make me feel better.
Now, I know things were awkward
between the two of you
before Maria
so tragically died.
So tragically died--
she died because she wouldn't
leave things alone.
I don't know why I said that.
Sorry.
I hope you find it
in your heart to forgive her.
[Door closes]
Yo, Dex-bot.
Vogel wants your presence
in the morgue.
Great.
[Sniffs]
[Phone vibrates]
[Phone beeps]
El Sapo.
Hello, Mr. Toad.
You stay in here.
I'm gonna go meet him outside.
Are you selling the stuff?
Well, I don't have it on me,
but I'm gonna
give him a little show.
[Phone beeping]
[Phone line rings]
[Cell phone ringing]
Deb, hey.
Been a while.
How are you?
I'm working on a case.
Um, an Andrew Briggs.
All business, huh?
I only have
a fucking second, okay?
So can you look into someone
named "El Sapo" for me?
Hold on.
- Who is he?
- He's a fucking fence.
I'll run it by the guys
in Robbery as soon as I get--
[phone beeps]
You're welcome.
How'd it go?
I'm gonna be rich.
Dr. Vogel?
I got a message
you wanted to see me?
Yes.
Thank you for coming.
I was wondering
if you'd had any luck
with finding DNA on the body.
No.
We found a few hairs,
but they all belong
to the victim.
Ah, so the killer will have
to be found
the old-fashioned way--
boots to the ground.
Yeah, I suppose.
Quinn and Batista
having any luck?
Not as far as I know.
The victim led a quiet life.
No enemies.
Serial killers
don't have enemies.
Everyone's a potential victim.
Well, if you need
anything else,
just pick up the phone.
Anybody at the lab
can help you.
I was interested to have
your take on this case.
Me?
Why?
I'm the blood guy.
The blood guy.
How did you end up here?
My dad was a cop.
He kinda steered me
away from that.
This seemed like a better fit.
I was drawn to forensics too.
But I chose to focus
on neuroscience.
Psychopaths.
We both chose murder.
Maybe we're both
a little crazy.
Maybe.
Mad scientists trained to look
at this as a biological mass.
A body part.
Yet somehow, from all those
firings of neurons,
something intangible emerges.
Emotions.
Trust, morality, love.
Unless you're a psychopath.
But even then,
belief systems emerge.
As with the Bay Harbor Butcher.
What was he like?
[Exhales]
Who?
The Bay Harbor Butcher.
James Doakes.
If I'm not mistaken,
he worked with you
here in Miami Metro.
He was angry.
Had a short fuse.
Well, that doesn't
sound right to me.
As a psychopath, he would be
disassociated from his feelings,
not quick to anger.
Maybe he wasn't a psychopath.
Oh, yes, the Bay Harbor Butcher
was definitely a psychopath.
He'd have to be to masquerade
the way he did.
But he was an odd one,
that's for sure.
You're the expert.
Just the way
he picked his victims.
Persons who, on the whole,
had some sort
of criminal background--
speaks to a strong
belief system.
Almost as if he operated
with some sort
of moral guidelines.
Guidelines.
Yeah, clearly it wasn't
a moral choice,
as psychopaths
have no conscience.
So why else
would he kill that way?
So he could--
[Exhales]
get away with it
as long as he did?
People are less likely
to miss criminals
when they disappear.
Doakes was Special Ops.
Maybe he picked that up there.
Maybe he did.
Makes an interesting
case study.
I wish I could have
interviewed him.
Sorry.
I look forward to working
with you, Dexter Morgan.
[Knocks]
Yeah?
Oh, Dexter.
- Hi.
- Come on in, come on in.
Thanks.
- This, uh, Evelyn Vogel--
- Quite a looker, that one.
[Chuckles] You know her?
Yeah, I know her.
She consulted for us on a couple
cases when I was a captain.
Last I heard,
she'd moved back to England.
I hadn't talked
to her in years.
And she's here now...
why? Because a killer took
a part of a victim's brain?
She called me up
out of the blue,
said she'd moved back here
about a year ago.
She asked was I free for lunch,
I filled her in on the case,
and she offered to help.
Why, is she being
a pain in the ass?
No.
I'm just trying to figure out
if she's an asset or not.
Oh, well, she's smart.
So use her to your advantage.
Will do.
Why do you think
she called now?
Like you said, out of the blue?
Maybe the stars aligned.
Maybe Mercury is in retrograde,
I don't really care
the reason why she called.
All I know is
this is law enforcement.
You take whatever
free help you can get.
So keep her in the loop,
Dexter.
Will do.
What if I'm
the reason she's here?
Hey, uh, when you
talk to your sister,
can you tell her
she needs to check her messages?
She asked me for some help,
and now I can't reach her.
Will do.
Is this about, uh, Briggs?
No, she asked me to look
into this fence named El Sapo.
Nobody in Robbery's
heard of the guy.
All I know is Briggs
robbed the wrong store.
It belonged to some mob guy.
Now nobody's willing
to buy what he's selling
except this El Sapo guy.
All right.
El Sapo.
Daddy.
Harrison, hey.
What a nice surprise.
No, not a surprise.
We discussed this.
We did?
Dex, you know
I love working for you,
but I need an occasional
night off.
Right.
We discussed it.
Okay, I've got
his dinner in here.
Spaghetti and meatballs,
green beans, chocolate pudding.
Yeah, about tonight,
maybe we could--
Harrison,
those are daddy's things.
- What's this?
- Bye.
It's a very expensive
centrifuge.
Come on, let's get
your dinner set up.
- Pudding!
- After dinner.
Pudding!
[Goofy cartoon music]
[Laughs]
[Cell phone ringing]
[Lowers volume]
[Phone beeps]
Hello?
I thought I made it clear.
You meet me here with the money,
and I take you to the stuff.
Yeah, I'll be alone.
Fuckin' El Sapo is "El Idiot."
When he comes here,
you keep yourself hidden,
okay, baby?
Why?
'Cause I don't know the guy.
He might be freaky.
- I wanna go with you.
- We talked about this.
I'm not doing anything
that might get you hurt.
I'll meet him outside.
[Cocks gun]
You stay in here.
I love this guy.
[Laughs] I love that guy.
[Chair squeaking]
El Sapo.
Real name: Javier Guzman.
[Chair squeaking, creaking]
Harrison, please.
Robbery didn't know
the name El Sapo
because he's not a fence.
He's a hit man.
[Shatters]
Jesus, Harrison!
Look at what you did!
Uh, I'm sorry.
It's okay.
I'm sorry I yelled.
It's okay.
Just give me a second.
[Door opens]
[Phone beeps, phone line rings]
- It's Deb. Leave a message.
- The user's mailbox is full.
[Phone beeps]
Come on.
We're going.
If Deb is with Briggs
when El Sapo shows up,
he might take her out as well.
[Phone line rings]
It's Joey Quinn. Thrill me.
[Beeps]
Quinn, it's Dexter.
Call me.
[Phone beeps]
[Knock on door]
[Knocking]
The fuck!
[Knocking]
Yeah! I'm coming!
The fuck?
Hey.
You brought the kid.
What's going on?
You didn't answer your phone.
Yeah, I'm kind of
in the middle of something.
Well, I need
to get ahold of Deb.
And you need me for that why?
I don't know where she is.
What do you mean
you don't know where she is?
I just don't.
Look--
I know she's
in Fort Lauderdale.
I need to know
where she's staying.
You said she talks to you.
Do you know where she is?
Yeah, the last she mentioned
she was at this place,
the Pink Motel.
Some dump.
Thanks.
Come on.
Was that Dexter?
Yeah. He was looking for Deb.
Fucking strange.
Hmm.
I don't want to talk
about that.
Come here.
[Squeals]
[Phone rings]
Oh, my God.
Why is
the whole world against us?
Ignore it.
[Phone ringing]
This is Jamie Batista.
Please leave a message.
[Sighs] Jesus.
Doesn't anybody answer
their fucking phone?
- We're going for a drive.
- Okay, daddy.
[Phone beeps, line rings]
- It's Deb. Leave a message.
- The user's mailbox is full.
[Phone beeps]
[Knocks quietly]
What the fuck?
I told you
to stay away from here.
I know, but you're in danger.
Someone is gonna kill Briggs.
You need to come with me now.
The fuck I do.
Briggs is about
to meet his fence.
I'm gonna make
a fuckload of money.
That's who's gonna shoot him.
I'm trying to keep you from
getting shot along with him.
- That's bullshit.
- No, it's not.
El Sapo isn't a fence.
He's a hit man.
He's gonna get the jewels,
and he's gonna kill Briggs.
I know you don't want to see me,
but I needed to tell you that.
All right, you told me that.
- Deb, it's very dangerous.
- I get that.
So you need to come with me.
You could die here.
I don't fucking care!
Deb--
What?
What, aren't you the one that's
always saying that
bad people deserve to die?
- You're not a bad person.
- I killed LaGuerta.
- It doesn't matter right now.
- It doesn't matter?
Jesus fucking Christ, Dexter,
it doesn't matter!
That's not what I meant!
Come on!
Deb, it's been months of this.
You can't keep me away forever.
[Chuckles] You don't
understand anything, do you?
I wake up every day
thinking of every bad decision
that I ever made
because of you.
And it kills me
that I can't take
any of it back.
I'm sorry.
Don't fucking make that face
and say "I'm sorry" to me.
Even if it were fucking true,
it wouldn't make any difference.
'Cause we can't undo any of it.
So why don't you go
back to your little life
and pretend like
everything's fine,
but I can't do that because
I am not fucking like you!
Deb, we can talk
about this later.
No, we fucking can't.
But you need
to come with me right--
[Sighs]
You again?
Let's go.
Asshole,
get your fuckin' hands off her.
What the fuck?
[Grunts]
[Screams]
What did you do?
[Whimpers]
I felt okay around him.
You didn't belong with him.
- Fuck.
- Deb--
Fuck! Fuck!
Will you fucking go?
Will you go?
Please go.
I came here to save you.
No...
Deb, look at yourself.
You're lost.
I am not lost.
[Panting]
I know exactly where I am.
I am in some shitty
fucking hell,
which is exactly
what I deserve.
But you...
you are lost.
All my life,
I thought I needed you.
That I couldn't survive
without you.
Fuck.
Fuck.
It was the other
fucking way around.
It was the other way around.
Deb--
Fucking go.
Don't--
I'll get rid of the body.
No, don't you fucking
do anything, all right?
I'm gonna handle this.
But if El Sapo comes,
he's a hit man and--
Well, he has
no fucking clue who I am.
But if he comes here
and sees you with--
Would you fucking go?
I'm gonna call this in.
- The police?
- Yes.
[Dials phone]
[Phone line ringing]
You should go.
I'd like to report
a suspected homicide.
Go.
The Pink Motel in Broward.
[Phone beeps]
Oh, fuck.
[Groans]
Harrison?
Harrison?
Harrison!
Harrison!
Daddy?
Come here, buddy.
Oh...
I couldn't find you.
I'm here, buddy,
I'm right here.
Where are we, daddy?
Lost.
[Chatter]
So you work
for Elway Investigations?
Did a skip trace on Briggs,
you went out for a sandwich,
and you found him dead
when you got back.
That's it.
Any idea who might
want to kill him?
No.
We'll call you if we have
any more questions.
[Distant siren wails]
[Phone beeps, line rings]
Elway, I've got a good news,
bad news situation here.
Briggs is dead,
but I think I have a lead
on where the jewelry might be,
so we might have a shot
at coming out ahead on this,
but I'm gonna
talk to you about it
when I get back
to the office, okay?
Bye.
[Phone beeps]
[Engine starts]
[Groans]
Debra was right.
I was wrong.
It's me who's lost.
A better person
would let her go.
But I don't know how.
Without her,
I don't know who I am anymore.
Dexter?
This isn't a good time.
I was hoping to share
something with you.
[Sighs] I told you I'm not
in the mood for this.
Well, then maybe I can
just leave this with you.
- Dexter, please.
- What is it you want?
Please, let go.
You can't kill me.
Why?
Because I don't
fit Harry's code.
♪
Oh, God.
Dexter, what the fuck?
Travis was here, he came at me.
When I thought
about everything he did,
I wanted him dead,
so I killed him.
I have to call this in.
Maybe we should
just get rid of the body.
Gasoline, fire...
it'll erase any trace
that we were ever here.
I never wanted her
to go through this, Dex.
Neither did I.
I found a blood slide
exactly like the ones
we found in Doakes' car.
Bad people are still
going missing, and Doakes--
Was the Bay Harbor Butcher,
end of story.
I have to keep my secret safe.
Otherwise my life--her life--
will never be the same.
Are you a serial killer?
I only kill
certain kinds of people.
Oh, God.
Are you the Bay Harbor Butcher?
Dad taught me.
He gave me a code.
Dad knew?
You're like a magnet.
Bad shit is gonna find you.
Dexter is
a blood spatter analyst,
and Doakes always thought there
was something off about Dexter.
What if Doakes was on to him?
The Bay Harbor Butcher.
Maria thinks it might be you.
Me?
Hannah McKay.
She stabbed a woman five times.
All I can think about
is giving her what she deserves.
Do what you gotta do.
Dexter...
You're the only person I don't
have to hide anything from.
Maybe you understand me a little
better than I understand myself.
I love you.
It's because
she's a serial killer?
I feel like if you love me
you'll accept this.
If I love you?
I'm in love with you!
Wha--
Debra's been in a car accident.
You poisoned Debra.
You were supposed to choose me.
She's my sister.
Good-bye, Dexter.
Security footage
from before the fire department
got the call
on the burning church.
What were you doing there,
lieutenant?
Are we really that fucked?
If all she's got is that DVD,
I can handle this.
LaGuerta's an innocent.
She doesn't even
begin to meet the code.
It's the only option.
Hector Estrada.
I was three years old
when you murdered my mother.
You're Dicky Moser!
Dexter Moser.
I have another kill
I have to do.
It's not so easy.
I can't let Deb go down
for what I've done.
Dexter, it's Deb.
Whatever you're thinking
of doing, please don't do it.
So what's the plan?
I used her gun to shoot
Estrada in his puncture wound.
I'll use Estrada's gun
to shoot LaGuerta.
- Deb--
- Dexter...
You shouldn't be here.
Why--shouldn't I be here?
Shoot him, Debra.
You have to end this.
Shoot him.
Stop!
Do it, Debra.
Shoot him.
Do it!
Shoot him!
This is not who you are.
You're a good person.
You're not like him.
Put him down!
It's true.
Everything she said.
You're a good person.
[Knife clangs]
Do what you gotta do.
Dex--
[sobbing]
I hate you.
[Acoustic guitar plays
What A Wonderful World]
♪
[Laughs]
There's nothing like a crisis
to help define who you are.
A better person would feel bad
about LaGuerta's death.
But the truth is
it solved all my problems.
It's gotten me back on track.
[People cheering, clapping]
In the six months since,
I've coached Harrison's
soccer team to a championship...
gotten the bowling team
back together...
made some new friends.
I'm a survivor.
She chose a career
in law enforcement.
And I know for a fact
that she never regretted
one day of service.
It's a choice that
none of us take lightly.
Is Aunt Deb gonna be here?
Uh, I don't think so,
but we'll get together
with her real soon.
Maria was very important to me.
She was a good cop.
She was my boss.
Very briefly my wife.
[Chuckles]
But mostly she was a friend.
I miss you, Maria.
We all do.
[Speaks Spanish]
[Applause]
Thank you, Lieutenant Batista.
At this time,
we would like to dedicate
this beautiful memorial
in her honor.
Ladies and gentlemen,
fellow officers,
I present to you the Captain
Maria LaGuerta bench.
[Applause]
Okay, well,
we're off to swim class.
- Say good-bye to daddy.
- Bye, daddy.
See you after work, Harrison.
Okay.
[Sighs]
A bench.
Why a bench?
She deserves more than a place
where people park their butts.
It's a nice bench.
It's concrete, very sturdy.
You can buy them at
the parking lot at Home Depot.
I'm sorry.
Was that insensitive?
No, that's exactly my point.
This all feels so...
cold.
[Speaks Spanish]
You're still hurting,
I can tell.
All right, look,
first of all, it's weird
when you try to speak Spanish.
Second of all,
don't ever touch me.
It's been six months,
and you're having
a tough time moving past this.
How am I supposed
to move past this?
My dining room is filled
with boxes of her stuff.
He's right, you know?
It's been six months.
Maybe you should
just get rid of it.
And then what?
She just disappears?
Hey, uh, Dex,
I was kind of hoping
your sister would stop by.
Yeah, how is Deb?
She really wanted to be here,
but she's working long hours.
She's better?
- Oh, yeah, she's great.
- That's good to know.
She took LaGuerta's death
kind of hard.
Even though they didn't
seem all that close.
There's no telling
how you're gonna react.
When Mike Anderson was killed,
I just wanted
to get away from all this.
It took Maria's death
to turn me back.
It made me want to do nothing
but chase bad guys.
I can't tell you how many times
all I wanted to do
is what Deb did--
walk out of here at lunch
and never come back.
[Chuckles] Yeah,
Deb can be impulsive sometimes.
Tell her to drop by sometime.
Place isn't the same
without her.
I mean, for a while I heard
from her every other day,
asking for some favor.
But I haven't spoken to her
in a couple weeks now.
Why is that?
She's out of town.
Right.
The Keys.
No, Fort Lauderdale.
Right. Fort Lauderdale.
When she gets back,
let's set something up.
It'd be good to see her.
Yeah, it would.
I mean, I'll tell her.
[Dials phone]
[Phone line rings]
It's Deb.
Leave a message.
The user's mailbox is full.
[Phone beeps]
Hey, Vince.
Can you cover for me
this morning?
I always do.
Deb's working through this
in her own way.
I just wish she'd talk to me
once in a while.
[Dance music]
♪
Ooh...
[Sighs]
Supposed to be for both of us.
Mm...
I'm sorry.
I guess I got carried away.
Mm...
You're gonna have to share.
[Phone rings]
Mm.
Gotta take this.
- It's business.
- Okay.
Yeah.
No, I'm not splitting it up.
All or nothing.
That is my best price.
You've never worked
with me before,
but you know it's a fair deal.
It's 11:47 A.M.
You have till tomorrow
at this exact time.
[Phone beeps]
Fuckin' amateurs.
What happened
to your normal guys?
I don't know.
They disappeared on me.
Funny thing, being a fence
doesn't seem to be
a long-term occupation.
What about this guy?
Can you trust him?
Can you trust anybody?
Mm-mm.
Well, maybe if you want,
I can back you up.
I don't want you
getting involved.
- Yeah, but I'm really--
- Debbie.
- I appreciate it...
- [Laughs]
but I got it covered.
[Sighs]
What do you want to do today?
Preferably something
that involves you in a bikini.
Why don't we rent a boat?
Like a pontoon, little thing,
we could go out,
relax on the water.
No, let's get something fast.
Let's get a speedboat.
We can buzz the cruise ships.
You like causing trouble,
don't you?
I can't help it.
[Giggles]
[Sighs]
It's funny how these things
work, isn't it?
What do you mean?
[Sighs]
When I met you,
I'd been sitting in that bar
for almost an hour.
I was about to leave.
- Then you walked in.
- Yeah, I did.
It's funny
how something so simple
as you walking in the door
at the exact right moment
can suddenly change everything.
Yeah.
[Shudders]
Mm...
[Knocks]
What are you doing here,
Dexter?
She could be inside.
You know what
she's been going through.
She could've...
done something.
Deb.
Deb, you in here?
She's not here, Dexter.
She asked you
to leave her alone.
For how long?
I haven't talked to her
in over a month.
I haven't seen her
in two months.
She's disappeared.
She's disappeared
from you, Dexter.
And that's her choice.
What is this?
Xanax.
Paxil.
Adderall.
More Xanax.
All from different doctors.
And pot.
Great, she's mixing
all this shit.
I have to find her.
Dexter, you're the problem,
not the solution.
The best thing you can do for
Debra is to stay away from her.
I'm the only one
who knows what happened.
I'm the only one
who can help her.
She needs me.
[Phone beeps, line rings]
It's Deb.
Leave a message.
The user's mailbox is full.
[Phone beeps]
I have to find her.
[Men chattering]
- Hi.
- Hi.
Can I help you?
- Yeah, I'm--
- Dexter Morgan.
- Elway. Nice place.
- Thank you.
Yeah, yeah, it's a big step up
from my Robbery desk
at Miami Metro, huh?
And it's a good change
for Deb as well.
Very smart of her,
making a move
to the private sector,
I'll tell you.
She here?
She is not.
You know when she'll be back?
Not a clue.
She's got a big problem
of disappearing on me.
What does that mean?
Means she doesn't like to
check in when she's supposed to.
When's the last
you heard from her?
Been a couple of weeks,
at least.
And that's normal for her?
Of course not normal.
Debra Morgan.
There's no "normal" for her.
But that was the deal
when I hired her.
She's her own agent,
she chooses the cases
she wants to work on,
and she calls in
when she feels like it.
But--
But what?
She's never waited
two weeks to call me back.
What case is she working on?
Some smash and grab.
Guy skipped out on bail.
Uh...
name is...
Briggs.
Andrew Briggs.
Skip tracing
and bounty hunting?
Isn't that a little
beneath her?
Tell me about it.
I try to give her
bigger clients,
higher profile cases,
but she seems to like
the down and dirty stuff.
Your sister's a bit
of a thrill seeker.
- Really?
- It's easy money for her.
She gets a percentage of
everybody she brings in, so...
Well, what else can you
tell me about the case?
There's not much more to it.
You find the guy,
you bring him back.
If she brings
the jewelry back as well,
she gets a cut of it.
And that's all you know?
Like I said, she's not
big on checking in, so...
[Phone vibrates]
[Sighs]
I gotta go.
If you hear from her,
call me, all right?
Is this how
I'm going to find Deb?
Dead and alone?
[Camera shutter snaps]
[Radio chatter]
[Siren wails]
- Are you looking at my ass?
- No.
I mean, yes.
What size do you wear?
None of your damn business.
It's just that I have
all of Maria's clothes,
and I just thought maybe...
- Oh.
- Yeah, no, it's--
it's not your style.
I get it.
She was a very colorful woman.
Hey, what do we have?
Robert Bailey,
42 years old, Miami resident.
Killed by a single
gunshot wound to the chest,
right above the heart.
Judging from the stippling
on the wound,
it looks like
the muzzle of the gun
was in contact with
the victim's chest when fired.
Suicide?
No, the victim was killed
elsewhere and dumped here.
- Whoa.
- Whoa.
Parietal and occipital bone
sliced through.
Back of the cranium removed.
Okay, that's weird.
And...
looks like a piece of it
has been scooped out,
like with a melon baller.
- Just got weirder.
- We have a gun.
So someone shoots this guy,
cuts his head open,
and messes with his brain.
He takes the body
and the weapon
and brings them
all the way out here.
Why?
People are crazy.
I think we're done here.
Okay, process the gun
for DNA and prints.
Uh, with the rain--
Yeah, do it anyway.
Dexter, follow up on the body.
Will do.
[Chatter]
[Phone beeps, line rings]
- It's Deb. Leave a message.
- The user's mailbox is full.
[Phone beeps]
Where the hell are you, Deb?
Andrew Briggs.
The man Deb was looking for.
[Types]
Clubbed a security guard
over the head,
then robbed a high-end
jewelry store.
Got away with over 1/2 million
in un-recovered merchandise.
Skipped on his bail,
been on the run ever since.
Arrested three times
for assault.
Sent one guy to the hospital
with a broken jaw.
This guy is dangerous.
Did Debra get in over her head?
"Password"?
[Computer beeps]
Nope.
"Fucking password."
Here we go.
All of her charges
for three weeks
have been in Fort Lauderdale.
And mostly at El Mercado
on East 4th Street.
She was there
yesterday afternoon.
I can be there in half an hour.
That's the guy
she's supposed to bring in.
What kind of tequila you like?
Uh, the kind
that makes you fall down.
I'll see what I can do.
What the fuck?
Deb, what's going on?
I'm working a case.
You should get the fuck out.
You found your guy.
Why haven't you brought him in?
How the fuck do you know
what I'm doing?
I talked to Elway.
You talked to Elway?
When he said
you hadn't checked in,
I was scared
something happened.
I'm fine.
Get the fuck out.
Deb, you haven't
talked to me in weeks.
You haven't returned
any of my calls.
You completely missed
LaGuerta's memorial.
Jesus Christ, I wonder why.
And would you please erase
the messages on your phone?
No one has heard from you.
Yeah, I'm fucking
getting close to Briggs
so that I can get the jewelry
before he fences it, all right?
I'm a professional
working a case.
Why don't you get the fuck
outta here before you ruin it?
Are you having sex
with that guy?
What the fuck?
My life is
none of your business.
Go.
No, I'm not leaving.
Fuck you.
Do you wanna know why I'm not
returning your phone calls?
'Cause I don't
wanna talk to you.
And I really don't
wanna fuckin' see you.
- Why?
- [Laughs] Why?
Um...
because you made me compromise
everything about myself
that I care about.
And I hate you for it.
No, you don't.
I shot the wrong person
in that trailer.
Who's this guy?
Just some loser.
Is there a problem?
Let's go.
[Bell jingles]
[Sighs]
She doesn't hate me.
She's messed up.
She doesn't know
what she's doing.
It's none
of your business, Dex.
She's using this job
as a way to escape.
She can't deal
with everything that's happened,
she's lost, dad.
You've done this to her.
Don't make it worse.
Leave her alone.
Motherfucker cut me off.
[Revs engine]
Dexter, what're you doing?
[Tires squeal]
Hey, what's going on?
You cut me off.
I'm sorry.
I didn't--
[choking]
You lost control
out there, Dexter.
He knows what he did.
Go home, son.
[Engine starts]
Right there...
Ah...
Stop.
Don't stop, don't stop.
[Door opens]
- Don't stop.
- Jamie, I'm home.
Oh, God--you stopped.
- Someone just came in.
- It's just Angel.
- Yeah, what?
- What?
I'm sorry, I can't have sex
with my lieutenant 20 feet away.
I'm not having a problem.
Yeah, that's because you're,
like, fucking superhuman.
Oh, come on.
Joey,
the chance that someone might
find out our little secret...
Yeah, I know, babe,
it's not gonna happen.
- Makes it even more fun.
- Not gonna happen.
[Soothing music playing]
Look, if you come to my place
tomorrow morning,
we can finish
where we left off, right?
I can't, I have to be
at Dexter's by 7:00.
What?
- Fuck.
- Mm.
Do me a favor.
Uh, distract him so I can
go out the side door, okay?
How am I supposed to do that?
Throw some fucking
pork rinds on the floor.
You owe me.
♪
Hey.
You're all sweaty.
Uh, yeah.
It's good
that you're working out.
Yeah, just doing
a little cardio.
What're you gonna do
with Maria's stuff?
Don't worry,
it'll all be gone by tomorrow.
Where?
Charity workers are coming in
first thing in the morning.
Mm.
Feels sad, though.
An entire life just packed up
in a bunch of boxes.
You know, maybe...
you should pick out
some things to keep.
Ah...
Come on.
I think it'll be good.
You're right.
You're right.
Warrants...
to trace Dexter's
and Deb's phone.
Right to the end,
she couldn't let it go.
Tracking down Estrada
by herself--
that's what got her killed.
Yeah, well,
that's just who she was, Angel.
- Yeah.
- A cop.
That's who she was.
[Chatter]
Deb should be up there
leading this briefing.
I have to find a way
to get through to her.
This doesn't look good.
Who do you think she is?
Methinks a riddle
wrapped in Dolce & Gabbana
inside a--
Can't you ever talk
like a normal person?
Everyone,
your attention, please.
As you can see,
we have a guest.
This is Dr. Evelyn Vogel.
She and I first met
when she consulted on a case--
When most of you
were still in high school.
Dr. Vogel has been away from
Miami for a number of years,
but now she's back,
and has graciously offered
her expertise
with our recent body dump.
But we're only a day
into our investigation.
I'm not here to step on
anyone's toes, lieutenant.
It's off the books.
Evelyn is a neuropsychiatrist.
She's served as a consultant
on a number
of high-profile cases
over the years.
And she has written
the definitive textbook
on the brains of psychopaths.
That's how I know you.
Your work on profiling
is classic.
Thank you.
I wouldn't normally insert
myself into an investigation.
[Chuckles]
She said "Insert herself."
But when I read
about the body in the paper,
there was one aspect
of this murder
that I found
particularly intriguing.
Vince, bring up that X-ray
the M.E. sent over.
Thank you.
You see this part here?
That's
the anterior insular cortex,
the portion of the brain
that processes empathy.
And the hallmark
of a psychopath is...
They have no empathy.
They have no empathy.
Now, it's possible
this is mere coincidence,
but if someone
goes to the trouble
of carefully extracting
a core from the brain,
then I think that person
will give a little thought
to what part
of the brain he's taking.
So how do you think
he did this?
It's too early to say,
but maybe he was wanting to
perform some kind of experiment,
or maybe this
was simply a message.
He wouldn't be the first killer
to attempt to communicate
through a victim.
Who was the victim?
Robert Bailey.
Mechanic.
According to his wife, he'd been
missing for nearly a week.
Was the brain drilled into
while the victim
was still alive?
Dexter?
The M.E. indicated
it was done post-mortem.
The preliminary autopsy
also showed bruising
on the knuckles and knees,
which could indicate
the victim was held captive
in an enclosed space.
There were no contents
in the victim's stomach.
Signs of dehydration.
The victim was missing
for five days.
That suggests a pretty elaborate
pre-kill ritual
for a serial killer.
Well, this was just one body.
How do you know
it's a serial killer?
Oh, I doubt
that this is his first kill.
Those are usually
more spontaneous.
This was planned ahead of time.
A lot of thought went into it.
I'm thinking
we're looking for someone
at least in their 30s.
Intelligent, organized.
Takes great pride in his work.
I think he'd enjoy the fact
that we're talking
about him right now.
You think there will be more?
I'd be surprised
if there are not.
Any suspects?
Uh, no prints on the gun.
It sat in the rain all night.
Same story with the body.
We're still combing for DNA.
Okay, let's widen
our interviews
with friends and coworkers
of the victim.
We need to find where
he intersected with the killer.
Masuka, when ballistics comes in--
- On your desk
Dexter, stay on the DNA.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
[Overlapping chatter]
I hear the FBI calls her
the "Psychopath Whisperer."
How lucky are we
she's on this case?
Yeah.
How lucky.
Dr. Evelyn Vogel,
neuropsychiatrist,
lecturer,
just published her third book.
And the last person I need
looking in my direction
right now.
[Knock on door]
Uh...
What do you think?
- It's nice, right?
- [Sighs]
Uh, I guess so.
Maria always had it
in her office.
I want you to have it
to remember her by.
Oh, thanks.
That's nice.
You still haven't
forgiven her, have you?
It's complicated.
It's all right.
I understand.
But if you can't
accept it from Maria,
accept it from me.
It'll make me feel better.
Now, I know things were awkward
between the two of you
before Maria
so tragically died.
So tragically died--
she died because she wouldn't
leave things alone.
I don't know why I said that.
Sorry.
I hope you find it
in your heart to forgive her.
[Door closes]
Yo, Dex-bot.
Vogel wants your presence
in the morgue.
Great.
[Sniffs]
[Phone vibrates]
[Phone beeps]
El Sapo.
Hello, Mr. Toad.
You stay in here.
I'm gonna go meet him outside.
Are you selling the stuff?
Well, I don't have it on me,
but I'm gonna
give him a little show.
[Phone beeping]
[Phone line rings]
[Cell phone ringing]
Deb, hey.
Been a while.
How are you?
I'm working on a case.
Um, an Andrew Briggs.
All business, huh?
I only have
a fucking second, okay?
So can you look into someone
named "El Sapo" for me?
Hold on.
- Who is he?
- He's a fucking fence.
I'll run it by the guys
in Robbery as soon as I get--
[phone beeps]
You're welcome.
How'd it go?
I'm gonna be rich.
Dr. Vogel?
I got a message
you wanted to see me?
Yes.
Thank you for coming.
I was wondering
if you'd had any luck
with finding DNA on the body.
No.
We found a few hairs,
but they all belong
to the victim.
Ah, so the killer will have
to be found
the old-fashioned way--
boots to the ground.
Yeah, I suppose.
Quinn and Batista
having any luck?
Not as far as I know.
The victim led a quiet life.
No enemies.
Serial killers
don't have enemies.
Everyone's a potential victim.
Well, if you need
anything else,
just pick up the phone.
Anybody at the lab
can help you.
I was interested to have
your take on this case.
Me?
Why?
I'm the blood guy.
The blood guy.
How did you end up here?
My dad was a cop.
He kinda steered me
away from that.
This seemed like a better fit.
I was drawn to forensics too.
But I chose to focus
on neuroscience.
Psychopaths.
We both chose murder.
Maybe we're both
a little crazy.
Maybe.
Mad scientists trained to look
at this as a biological mass.
A body part.
Yet somehow, from all those
firings of neurons,
something intangible emerges.
Emotions.
Trust, morality, love.
Unless you're a psychopath.
But even then,
belief systems emerge.
As with the Bay Harbor Butcher.
What was he like?
[Exhales]
Who?
The Bay Harbor Butcher.
James Doakes.
If I'm not mistaken,
he worked with you
here in Miami Metro.
He was angry.
Had a short fuse.
Well, that doesn't
sound right to me.
As a psychopath, he would be
disassociated from his feelings,
not quick to anger.
Maybe he wasn't a psychopath.
Oh, yes, the Bay Harbor Butcher
was definitely a psychopath.
He'd have to be to masquerade
the way he did.
But he was an odd one,
that's for sure.
You're the expert.
Just the way
he picked his victims.
Persons who, on the whole,
had some sort
of criminal background--
speaks to a strong
belief system.
Almost as if he operated
with some sort
of moral guidelines.
Guidelines.
Yeah, clearly it wasn't
a moral choice,
as psychopaths
have no conscience.
So why else
would he kill that way?
So he could--
[Exhales]
get away with it
as long as he did?
People are less likely
to miss criminals
when they disappear.
Doakes was Special Ops.
Maybe he picked that up there.
Maybe he did.
Makes an interesting
case study.
I wish I could have
interviewed him.
Sorry.
I look forward to working
with you, Dexter Morgan.
[Knocks]
Yeah?
Oh, Dexter.
- Hi.
- Come on in, come on in.
Thanks.
- This, uh, Evelyn Vogel--
- Quite a looker, that one.
[Chuckles] You know her?
Yeah, I know her.
She consulted for us on a couple
cases when I was a captain.
Last I heard,
she'd moved back to England.
I hadn't talked
to her in years.
And she's here now...
why? Because a killer took
a part of a victim's brain?
She called me up
out of the blue,
said she'd moved back here
about a year ago.
She asked was I free for lunch,
I filled her in on the case,
and she offered to help.
Why, is she being
a pain in the ass?
No.
I'm just trying to figure out
if she's an asset or not.
Oh, well, she's smart.
So use her to your advantage.
Will do.
Why do you think
she called now?
Like you said, out of the blue?
Maybe the stars aligned.
Maybe Mercury is in retrograde,
I don't really care
the reason why she called.
All I know is
this is law enforcement.
You take whatever
free help you can get.
So keep her in the loop,
Dexter.
Will do.
What if I'm
the reason she's here?
Hey, uh, when you
talk to your sister,
can you tell her
she needs to check her messages?
She asked me for some help,
and now I can't reach her.
Will do.
Is this about, uh, Briggs?
No, she asked me to look
into this fence named El Sapo.
Nobody in Robbery's
heard of the guy.
All I know is Briggs
robbed the wrong store.
It belonged to some mob guy.
Now nobody's willing
to buy what he's selling
except this El Sapo guy.
All right.
El Sapo.
Daddy.
Harrison, hey.
What a nice surprise.
No, not a surprise.
We discussed this.
We did?
Dex, you know
I love working for you,
but I need an occasional
night off.
Right.
We discussed it.
Okay, I've got
his dinner in here.
Spaghetti and meatballs,
green beans, chocolate pudding.
Yeah, about tonight,
maybe we could--
Harrison,
those are daddy's things.
- What's this?
- Bye.
It's a very expensive
centrifuge.
Come on, let's get
your dinner set up.
- Pudding!
- After dinner.
Pudding!
[Goofy cartoon music]
[Laughs]
[Cell phone ringing]
[Lowers volume]
[Phone beeps]
Hello?
I thought I made it clear.
You meet me here with the money,
and I take you to the stuff.
Yeah, I'll be alone.
Fuckin' El Sapo is "El Idiot."
When he comes here,
you keep yourself hidden,
okay, baby?
Why?
'Cause I don't know the guy.
He might be freaky.
- I wanna go with you.
- We talked about this.
I'm not doing anything
that might get you hurt.
I'll meet him outside.
[Cocks gun]
You stay in here.
I love this guy.
[Laughs] I love that guy.
[Chair squeaking]
El Sapo.
Real name: Javier Guzman.
[Chair squeaking, creaking]
Harrison, please.
Robbery didn't know
the name El Sapo
because he's not a fence.
He's a hit man.
[Shatters]
Jesus, Harrison!
Look at what you did!
Uh, I'm sorry.
It's okay.
I'm sorry I yelled.
It's okay.
Just give me a second.
[Door opens]
[Phone beeps, phone line rings]
- It's Deb. Leave a message.
- The user's mailbox is full.
[Phone beeps]
Come on.
We're going.
If Deb is with Briggs
when El Sapo shows up,
he might take her out as well.
[Phone line rings]
It's Joey Quinn. Thrill me.
[Beeps]
Quinn, it's Dexter.
Call me.
[Phone beeps]
[Knock on door]
[Knocking]
The fuck!
[Knocking]
Yeah! I'm coming!
The fuck?
Hey.
You brought the kid.
What's going on?
You didn't answer your phone.
Yeah, I'm kind of
in the middle of something.
Well, I need
to get ahold of Deb.
And you need me for that why?
I don't know where she is.
What do you mean
you don't know where she is?
I just don't.
Look--
I know she's
in Fort Lauderdale.
I need to know
where she's staying.
You said she talks to you.
Do you know where she is?
Yeah, the last she mentioned
she was at this place,
the Pink Motel.
Some dump.
Thanks.
Come on.
Was that Dexter?
Yeah. He was looking for Deb.
Fucking strange.
Hmm.
I don't want to talk
about that.
Come here.
[Squeals]
[Phone rings]
Oh, my God.
Why is
the whole world against us?
Ignore it.
[Phone ringing]
This is Jamie Batista.
Please leave a message.
[Sighs] Jesus.
Doesn't anybody answer
their fucking phone?
- We're going for a drive.
- Okay, daddy.
[Phone beeps, line rings]
- It's Deb. Leave a message.
- The user's mailbox is full.
[Phone beeps]
[Knocks quietly]
What the fuck?
I told you
to stay away from here.
I know, but you're in danger.
Someone is gonna kill Briggs.
You need to come with me now.
The fuck I do.
Briggs is about
to meet his fence.
I'm gonna make
a fuckload of money.
That's who's gonna shoot him.
I'm trying to keep you from
getting shot along with him.
- That's bullshit.
- No, it's not.
El Sapo isn't a fence.
He's a hit man.
He's gonna get the jewels,
and he's gonna kill Briggs.
I know you don't want to see me,
but I needed to tell you that.
All right, you told me that.
- Deb, it's very dangerous.
- I get that.
So you need to come with me.
You could die here.
I don't fucking care!
Deb--
What?
What, aren't you the one that's
always saying that
bad people deserve to die?
- You're not a bad person.
- I killed LaGuerta.
- It doesn't matter right now.
- It doesn't matter?
Jesus fucking Christ, Dexter,
it doesn't matter!
That's not what I meant!
Come on!
Deb, it's been months of this.
You can't keep me away forever.
[Chuckles] You don't
understand anything, do you?
I wake up every day
thinking of every bad decision
that I ever made
because of you.
And it kills me
that I can't take
any of it back.
I'm sorry.
Don't fucking make that face
and say "I'm sorry" to me.
Even if it were fucking true,
it wouldn't make any difference.
'Cause we can't undo any of it.
So why don't you go
back to your little life
and pretend like
everything's fine,
but I can't do that because
I am not fucking like you!
Deb, we can talk
about this later.
No, we fucking can't.
But you need
to come with me right--
[Sighs]
You again?
Let's go.
Asshole,
get your fuckin' hands off her.
What the fuck?
[Grunts]
[Screams]
What did you do?
[Whimpers]
I felt okay around him.
You didn't belong with him.
- Fuck.
- Deb--
Fuck! Fuck!
Will you fucking go?
Will you go?
Please go.
I came here to save you.
No...
Deb, look at yourself.
You're lost.
I am not lost.
[Panting]
I know exactly where I am.
I am in some shitty
fucking hell,
which is exactly
what I deserve.
But you...
you are lost.
All my life,
I thought I needed you.
That I couldn't survive
without you.
Fuck.
Fuck.
It was the other
fucking way around.
It was the other way around.
Deb--
Fucking go.
Don't--
I'll get rid of the body.
No, don't you fucking
do anything, all right?
I'm gonna handle this.
But if El Sapo comes,
he's a hit man and--
Well, he has
no fucking clue who I am.
But if he comes here
and sees you with--
Would you fucking go?
I'm gonna call this in.
- The police?
- Yes.
[Dials phone]
[Phone line ringing]
You should go.
I'd like to report
a suspected homicide.
Go.
The Pink Motel in Broward.
[Phone beeps]
Oh, fuck.
[Groans]
Harrison?
Harrison?
Harrison!
Harrison!
Daddy?
Come here, buddy.
Oh...
I couldn't find you.
I'm here, buddy,
I'm right here.
Where are we, daddy?
Lost.
[Chatter]
So you work
for Elway Investigations?
Did a skip trace on Briggs,
you went out for a sandwich,
and you found him dead
when you got back.
That's it.
Any idea who might
want to kill him?
No.
We'll call you if we have
any more questions.
[Distant siren wails]
[Phone beeps, line rings]
Elway, I've got a good news,
bad news situation here.
Briggs is dead,
but I think I have a lead
on where the jewelry might be,
so we might have a shot
at coming out ahead on this,
but I'm gonna
talk to you about it
when I get back
to the office, okay?
Bye.
[Phone beeps]
[Engine starts]
[Groans]
Debra was right.
I was wrong.
It's me who's lost.
A better person
would let her go.
But I don't know how.
Without her,
I don't know who I am anymore.
Dexter?
This isn't a good time.
I was hoping to share
something with you.
[Sighs] I told you I'm not
in the mood for this.
Well, then maybe I can
just leave this with you.
- Dexter, please.
- What is it you want?
Please, let go.
You can't kill me.
Why?
Because I don't
fit Harry's code.
♪