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Previously on Dexter...
If we're gonna do this,
we're gonna do it all the way.
We're gonna eat together.
We're gonna watch TV together.
We're gonna drive to fucking work together.
Why did you send me the hand?
I came to you for help with my game
and you said no!
Your game?
Uhh!
Kaja was dating someone. Tony Rush.
He's one of the bosses here.
The night that Kaja died,
she left the club with Viktor.
Viktor never made his flight.
I checked.
Well, I don't understand.
Where is he, then?
You loved her, didn't you?
- What? - Kaja.
Maybe that's why you talked to the police.
You know what? I didn't say a word.
This pretty face belongs to Wayne Randall.
15 years ago, Randall and his teenage girlfriend
went on a three-state killing spree
that ended here in Miami.
Hannah used to think I was something special.
Now she sees me as just a killer.
There's just one last person I need to kill.
Randall couldn't take life in prison.
Can I?
Hey. 'Scuse you.
I feel trapped, like there's no escape.
And it's not because I'm at the post office.
She's got me penned in like a caged animal,
and an animal is never more dangerous
than when it's backed into a corner.
Dexter.
How much longer are you gonna be?
We have a briefing in 20 minutes.
I'll be out in a minute, Deb.
Why do you look so guilty?
Next.
I can't do anything about Deb,
but there's one irritation I can get rid of.
Louis.
The morning briefing.
It's the only time Deb's looking at everyone
and not just me.
All right, let's get started.
Batista, where are we
on the Mike Anderson investigation?
Specifically with Baskov Fuckwad-enov over here.
We're still chasing our tail.
BOLO turned up squat,
so if Baskov is still in the U.S.,
he's gone way underground.
If he did manage to leave the country...
Okay, he's talking, but why's she staring at you?
All right, well, let's keep digging
around the Russian expat community.
If Baskov is hiding out locally,
then someone must be helping him.
As you know, the club's owned
by Ukrainian business interests
with suspected ties to organized crime,
so I wouldn't count on anybody getting too talkative.
Dude, she's still staring at you.
Is she mad at you or what?
All right, moving on. Simms and Miller
brought in a suspect on the I-95 shooting.
Dexter...I'm gonna need you to get a standard.
Now I'm definitely picking up a chill in her voice.
You fucked up, didn't you?
You did. You screwed the Deb pooch.
We're coming up on the end of the month,
and I noticed that a lot of you guys are still working
a lot of open cases.
If you need help, if there's anything I can do,
make sure you're asking for it.
We need to get our numbers down.
Okay.
You're under arrest. The DNA swab isn't optional.
Fuck you.
Maybe I can get some uniforms to come in
and hold your mouth open for you.
What's the matter-- you too much of a pussy
to do it yourself?
Hmm?
No, I'm just kind of on edge today.
You probably shouldn't push me.
Ooh hoo hoo hoo... I am quakin' in my boots.
What the fuck?
He was being very uncooperative.
- He tried to kill me! - Shut the fuck up.
Get outside.
Help!
What the fuck is the matter with you?
- You. - Me?
Watching me all the time.
Living with you is driving me crazy.
- I have to watch you, Dexter. - Why?
When I had the urge to...
I called you.
Didn't I?
And you talked me down. It worked.
Why can't you back off?
Can you promise me if that I wasn't on your ass,
that you wouldn't slip?
I can promise you that if you don't get off my ass,
something bad is gonna happen.
What's that supposed to mean?
That if I don't control my need,
it's gonna control me.
That's what I am trying to help you do!
I am trying to help you control it.
No, you're trying to suppress it,
to lock it away.
But the lock is not gonna hold.
You saw what happened in there.
The only way I can control it is to channel it
the way Harry taught me.
No, I do not accept that.
Dad was wrong.
I'm not so sure. Sometimes, I think
he knew me better than I know myself.
Think about Harrison.
Think about what you could be exposing him to.
I think about him all the time.
Sooner or later, this is gonna catch up to you...
and to him.
I'll give you some space.
I'll back off.
Just hang in there with me, okay?
I can't go on like this, living by Deb's rules.
Ray Speltzer.
Just paroled for assault.
But there have been more serious charges.
Ann Feig disappeared
after a date with Speltzer.
And another date,
Nina Fleischer, turned up dead,
but the police couldn't make anything stick.
Did Nina lose her earring in the struggle?
Speltzer will most likely kill again
unless I take him out.
The groundskeeper in a cemetery.
That's appropriate.
But he didn't get those muscles pushing a lawnmower.
Speltzer's grown his hair, but he seems no less hostile.
Is Speltzer just blowing off steam,
or is this the ritual he goes through
before he kills?
Hey, Deb.
Hey, what are you up to?
I'm just trying out a new gym.
What's wrong wit the old one?
Well, this one has a smoothie bar.
Yeah. Ahh.
Look, I gotta go.
I wanna keep my heart rate up.
Thanks for checkin' in.
Nadia.
Hi, Joey.
What are you doing here?
I came to ask you a favor.
Another one?
Oh, it's like giving milk to a stray cat.
Here, sit down.
I remind you of a dirty cat?
No, no. I was trying to be clever,
which is sort of out of my wheelhouse.
What can I do for you?
Kaja was wearing a bracelet
the night she was killed.
I know she would want to be buried in it.
It's...the least I could do for my friend.
Well, if it's been cleared for DNA, you can have it.
I got a list of her personal effects.
Here we go.
Mm, there's no bracelet listed.
Are you sure?
I know she was wearing it that night.
I don't know what you're implying,
but I'm the only dirty cop in this station.
And I didn't take it, so...
A dirty cop is better than a dirty cat.
I believe you. Thanks.
Wait...I was, uh,
wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime.
Or, better yet, you could come to my place,
and I'll make you dinner.
Why don't I cook you dinner?
I was hoping you'd say that.
Did you see the list with your own eyes?
Sit down.
No.
How do you know the detective
wasn't lying about the bracelet?
'Cause he likes me.
He likes you?
Do you understand what's at stake here?
If the cops find that dead GPS chip
in that bracelet, they're gonna figure out
we use them to track our mules.
And if they get on to our system--
They'll shut down your heroin business.
Which is a lot more lucrative
than the tits and ass business, Nadezhda.
George...
maybe you should accept good news when you hear it.
Your name is Nadezhda, but you go by Nadia.
I always hated Nadezhda.
You shouldn't.
It's a beautiful Russian name.
Did you know that the greatest mezzo soprano
of the Bolshoi Theater was also named Nadezhda?
No.
Nadezhda Obukhova.
It was said that her voice
could unlock the mysteries of the heart.
She died before I was born,
but I still listen to her recordings
of The Snow Maiden.
Mmm.
My music teacher, Mr. Chillich,
he said to me,
"Isaac, you think you're strong,
but you are not strong if you don't feel."
He gave me an "F,"
so I pushed him down a flight of stairs.
I felt bad about it.
After that, my father shipped me off
to a disciplinary school in england.
Now I'm afraid my love of opera
is all that's left of my sensitive side.
I want you to get close to this detective.
Find out what the police know about Viktor.
You'll do that for me, won't you, Nadezhda?
Good.
You can go now.
Viktor is smart.
He probably took the bracelet off the dead girl
to keep the police from getting it.
He probably has it and is hiding out somewhere.
But we'll never know
'cause the signal died over a week ago.
With technology, there's always a way.
Find the I.T. man who set the system up.
If we can track the bracelet...
we can find Viktor.
So she called and I said, "Okay, well,
you know, let's, uh, let's do a double dater."
5:00 P.M. you know,
we're laying down there on the couch,
and, you know, I feel this hand kind of go up my back.
This is what my life has become?
Time to start prying one monkey off my back.
Got a package here addressed to Miami Metro forensics.
Oh, yeah, uh, I'll take it.
- There you go. - Thanks.
Think I drunk-ordered from the hustler store,
and that never turns out well.
What the fuck?
"Dear Mr. Greene, when I bought
"the Ice Truck Killer's hand online,
"I assumed it would be in mint condition,
"not with lines drawn all over its palm.
Please refund my money immediately."
You had the hand the whole time?
And you sold it online?
N-no, I swear-- I swear, I don't know--
and after all I've done for you,
you stab me in the fuckin' back?
You are so fuckin' fired!
Vince, hold on a second.
- You gotta belie-- - Out. Now.
I have the worst luck with interns.
One more step, and Louis will be out of my life for good.
Now to focus on where I can find Speltzer next.
Lieutenant, I have someone here
who'd like to speak to you.
This is Donna Randall.
Wayne's mama.
The one who suicided out there on the highway.
I'm sure you know I'm so sorry for your loss.
How can I help you?
It's me might be able to help you.
I got some stuff here
that might interest you.
Wayne sent it to me 15 years ago,
just before he got caught,
and said it was some sentimental items,
and would I hold it for him till he got settled
someplace away from the law.
Ms. Randall, why didn't you turn this over years ago?
Look, I know my boy did wrong,
but I wasn't about to help the state of Florida kill him.
Anyway, now that he's gone,
I figured maybe something in there
might help bring some...
peace to the families,
you know, of the victims.
It's mostly just junk that Wayne and that girl
collected on their little tear.
There was some cash in there too,
but I spent that ages ago.
It might be a waste of time,
but we should have the lab go over it.
Just when you think a case is closed,
it pops open again.
Another book of matches from Stuckey's.
You would think one memory of that place would be enough.
Anything interesting?
Not so far.
One tightly wrapped young woman's t-shirt.
And inside, we have a little plastic giraffe.
Hmm.
Huh.
And a lighter...
And a necklace.
It looks like more of the same,
but why was that stuff wrapped up?
Maybe they have a special meaning.
"Janice."
That's the name of the woman Randall said he killed.
Might be a trophy.
Means Wayne was telling the truth.
A body must be buried out there someplace.
If the giraffe and lighter are trophies, too,
there might be more bodies to find.
Hey, I just got a call.
The bouncer from the Fox Hole, Tony Rush,
they just found him with a screwdriver
through his head.
We just interviewed him.
Looks like the Koshka brotherhood
were trying to send a message about talking to cops.
It just got that much harder to find whoever killed Mike.
No matter what we do, there's always another body.
Yo, Mary Poppins, wait up.
Hey, Deb, I'm not gonna be home for dinner tonight.
I'm gonna hit the new gym.
Hey, babe.
What's goin' on?
I'm just watching a video.
Wanna see it?
Idea: A video diary app.
One touch, device starts recording.
Tap again, and it uploads directly to y--
Still waiting.
Yeah, I'm almost done.
Your hour's almost up.
I'm only thinking of you.
Oh, God.
There will never be an app for this.
That was before we started dating.
You're wearing the shirt I gave you
for your birthday, asshole.
It was a hooker.
It's not cheating if you pay for it.
Oh, my God, you are a pig.
If I catch anything from you, I'm gonna kill you!
Ow!
How did you get that disc?
It was mailed to me anonymously,
probably by your hooker.
What did you do, cancel her check?
Dexter sent it.
Dexter? He broke into your apartment
and he stole your porno?
Yeah, and he just got me fired.
He's trying to ruin my life!
You are fucking crazy.
I don't ever want to see you again!
Fuck!
Gym, huh?
Lying little shit.
Morgan.
I ordered you a beer.
You knew I was following you.
I made it easy for you.
You lured me here.
- Yeah. - Here you go.
Little attitude adjuster.
Think I'm gonna need a little more adjusting.
What's this about?
Do you remember this case?
Yeah. Ray Speltzer, he was...
guilty as fuck--
probably of two murders-- but we couldn't prove it.
I think he's getting ready to do it again.
What are you talking about?
He shaved his head today.
His head had been recently shaved
when he was questioned about Ann Feig's disappearance
and when he was arrested for Nina Fleischer's murder.
I think it's part of his killing ritual.
I think he's hunting his next victim right now.
How the fuck would you know that?
Christ on a fucking cracker, Dexter.
You got me here to help you stalk Speltzer
so you could kill him?
No, I don't need you to help me, Deb.
I just need you to understand--
- God damn it! - Deb, sit down.
This is not what we agreed to.
- You fucking lied to me! - Not here. Come on.
Get the fuck off.
Deb, I lured you here
because I thought maybe if I let you in on my process,
you'd appreciate that there is some value to what I do.
I don't believe this. You want my approval?
I want to continue to be honest with you, Deb,
but I have to be free to be who I am.
It is a capital offense to be who you are, Dexter.
I'm taking out the trash.
The trash that would otherwise be left to putrefy.
I know I've said this before,
but there is a legal system for that.
And just because Speltzer got off,
that doesn't mean it doesn't work.
If it worked as well as you think it does,
I wouldn't be so busy.
Dad knew that.
Dad taught me that.
What is it about your personal law
that is so much better than the one
that the rest of us agree to live by?
Sometimes it is.
How?
Speltzer would have to murder somebody again
for you to arrest him. I can stop him before.
Are you trying to tell me that's why you do this--
so you can save lives?
The end result is the same.
Some girl is gonna be dead soon
if I don't take Speltzer out.
Based on what fucking evidence, Dexter?
A haircut?
Dexter, you can't go around killing people
that you think might murder.
That is not how I do things.
You can't even prove that he killed Nina Fleischer.
I can and will. I'm not done vetting him yet.
Vetting?
I am trying to tell you
that I will not kill Speltzer
until I am absolutely sure that he is guilty.
Oh, fuck. No. I-it--
This is done.
And nothing better happen
to that bald piece of shit over there.
I'm not done with Speltzer.
I've been out roaming free, and I like it.
I just have to find the proof that will convince Deb.
Speltzer went in that mausoleum 20 minutes ago.
Since when does a groundskeeper keep the grounds
inside a private tomb?
Why is this mausoleum so special?
The last body interred here was over 50 years ago.
If it was a friend of Speltzer's,
then Ray is holding up really well.
Hey, Deb.
Why aren't you at work?
Yeah, I'm kind of in the middle of s--
Well, I need you back here. I have an entire--
Okay, okay. Yeah, I'll be right there.
- Now, Dexter. - Bye.
What's up, girl?
What's up?
Fortunately, we set up a secure cloud framework
that automatically syncs up to the receivers.
So you're able to reconstruct the GPS tracking points?
Now get to the point. What happened to the bracelet?
Chip kept moving after the girl was dead.
- Where? - Viktor's apartment.
And from there?
Miami airport.
Then a marina.
Then eight miles out to sea,
where the signal stopped.
Maybe he took a boat offshore to avoid the police
and then he threw the bracelet--
He's dead.
He's dumped in the ocean, like a load of garbage.
Whoever killed him left from this marina.
Can you pinpoint the exact slip?
I'll need some time.
It's worth the wait.
Okay, I'm here.
You don't have to fire me.
Tell me you weren't stalking Ray Speltzer.
I was at the cemetery
where he works as a groundskeeper.
God damn it, Dexter.
He was lingering inside a mausoleum,
treating it like it was sacred ground.
I think he's hiding something in there,
something that may prove his guilt.
"I think he may"? That's not evidence.
Well, I'd already have the evidence
if you hadn't ordered me back here.
But even without it, I can tell
Speltzer's gonna kill again.
An alarm is going off inside my lizard brain.
Great, now my brother has a lizard brain.
The amygdala.
The most primitive part of the brain
that senses danger.
Harry taught me to listen to mine.
Oh, well, you'll excuse me
if I don't put my faith in your amygdala.
But you already have, Deb, dozens of times.
All the murderers I've helped you catch,
who got brought down because of my hunches.
My lizard brain has been your secret weapon
all along.
You just didn't know it.
You're fucking with my head.
Don't take it on faith. I'll give you proof.
I'll go back and break into the mausoleum, right now.
No. If you're right,
and you get the evidence illegally,
then I can't use it in court.
That doesn't make it any less true.
Which is why you need to let me do it.
No. We follow the law, remember?
I'll get a search warrant.
If the evidence is there, then I'll put him away
before he can hurt anyone else.
You're not listening. There isn't time.
I just said that I will take care of this.
Do not fuck with me on this, or I swear to God,
I will take us both down.
Am I being clear this time?
Yeah, that's pretty clear.
Good.
Now I have a job for you.
I need you to go with Batista
to visit Hannah McKay.
What?
Wayne Randall's little sidekick
from his killing spree.
If we're gonna find those other bodies,
we're gonna need her help.
That's a detective's job.
Why do I have to go?
I need her DNA.
She was a minor at the time of the crime,
so she was able to get her record expunged.
You're giving me busy work to keep me away from Speltzer.
It's really important that we find those bodies.
And, yes, I am trying to keep you away from Speltzer.
Dexter.
Ready to roll?
Yeah.
We just gotta make a quick stop on the way.
You piece of shit.
I know what you people did to Tony Rush.
Excuse me.
You wanna talk to me?
How 'bout we do it in my office?
You're making me nervous. Why don't you sit down?
I'm waiting for someone.
Aren't we all?
Doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves in the meantime.
Have a drink, or a lap dance, or--
or festoon a thong with some neatly folded dollar bills.
Yeah, I'm fine.
So you're not interested in alcohol
or looking at naked women.
You may be in the wrong place.
I could say the same of you.
What brings you here?
Me? I'm looking for something.
Aren't we all?
So we're both here just killing time.
Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing.
Killing time.
Ironic, isn't it?
We're both here for a different reason
than these other leering cretins,
and yet the net result is the same.
And what's that?
We're frustrated.
Let's go.
I hope you find what you're looking for.
So Hannah McKay.
Were you around for the spree killings?
I was still in uniform, but I remember it pretty well.
Hannah was, like, 15 when she ran off with Randall.
She wasn't in on the murders,
just a kid who fell for the wrong guy.
She testified against him for a reduced sentence.
Did six years in juvie.
Since she got out, she's laid low.
Now she owns this nursery.
Sounds like she really managed to change her life.
Yeah.
I think I, uh, envy her.
- What do you mean? - I don't know.
Since Mike's death, I've been thinking
maybe there's more to life than this.
I used to think murder police was it,
but maybe there's something else out there for me.
Something new and exciting.
And sometimes there's nothing more exciting
than getting back what you had and lost.
Can I help you?
- Ms. McKay? - That's right.
Sergeant Batista, Miami Metro.
I'd like to talk to you about Wayne Randall.
What a surprise.
He's the detective. What are you?
Uh, lab geek.
This just gets better and better.
I'm sorry, I'm a sergeant,
and this is Dexter Morgan.
He's a forensic analyst.
I've said everything I have to say about Wayne Randall.
It was a long time ago,
and I just want to put it behind me.
Ma'am, this is very important.
Now, I could bring you in to the station house,
but I'd rather not put you out
if I don't have to.
Fine.
But I have work to do.
So you know nothing about these other people
that Wayne claimed to have killed and buried?
How is that possible?
We weren't joined at the hip.
I don't know what he did when I wasn't with him.
Careful. The leaves are sharp.
Ah.
How do you stand this humidity?
If it bothered me, I'd be growing cacti.
Are we done?
Not quite.
Wayne's mother recently brought in a bag of mementos
from your time together.
Lovely woman.
Yeah, would you mind taking a look at these photos
and letting me know if you recognize anything?
Yes. Yes, I would mind, detective.
- Sergeant. - Sergeant, I'm sorry.
Look, I feel terrible about what happened back then.
It's something that I have to live with
for the rest of my life, and...I deserve that.
But the only way that I have been able to survive
is to move on with my life.
What about the families of the victims?
Don't you think they deserve some closure?
Absolutely, but they're not gonna get it from me.
I've told you everything that I know.
Now, I would appreciate it if you would...
both just leave me alone.
Fine.
But before we go, my colleague
has to get a DNA sample from you to exclude you--
I understand.
I understand more about police work than I care to.
You wanna show me that court order
in your back pocket, Mr. Morgan?
Dexter's fine.
If I were you, I'd stick with "Mr. Morgan."
Please be quick.
I will.
If you don't mind, I'm gonna go
and crank up the A.C. in the car.
Nice to meet you, Ms. McKay.
All right, I'm just gonna get a quick swab
from your cheek.
This won't hurt.
But then you... already know that.
Shit.
You do this for a living?
Sorry.
Okay.
That should do it.
Thanks, Ms. McKay.
Hannah.
No, you were right.
I think we should keep things on a last-name basis.
How would you like to catch this fuck?
Ray Speltzer.
I still lose sleep over this one.
I think he's hiding something in a mausoleum
that might connect him to Nina Fleischer's murder.
But I can't get Judge Perez to sign off on a search warrant,
so I need you to wet the wheels a little bit.
Well, what's your probable cause?
There's some circumstantial stuff.
It's thin, but...
basically, Speltzer is setting off an alarm
in my lizard brain.
Interesting.
So you'll talk to Perez?
No, not on behalf of your lizard brain.
I--I know it sounds fucked up.
Look, Debra...
I think you're a good cop.
If you think this is worth pursuing,
I trust you, but...
that's not gonna get you a warrant.
Have you tried getting permission
from the family who owns the mausoleum?
Yes, but I can't track them down.
Stay on it. You'll find someone.
If you knew there was a murderer out there,
and you could do something to stop him
before he killed again,
could you let it go?
We're the police, Debra.
We have to follow the law.
You could put a patrol car on Speltzer.
Watch him.
But I better not see it on the budget.
That one.
Nice boat, you arrogant asshole.
Too bad it won't be afloat too long.
Kiss my ass, you ginger freak.
Is this your boat?
Yeah, this is my boat.
That's why I'm on it.
Who are you?
Are you a cop or some kind of security?
Who are you?
Look, I don't have to tell you anything
unless you show me a badge or something.
Why did you kill Viktor?
What? What are you talking about?
Whoa, hey, hey.
Look, look, just get the fuck out of here.
- I want answers. - Hey, I will call the cops--
I am gonna put your eyes out.
Now, the trick is
to keep from drilling into your brain.
- Look, look, I don't... - Shh.
Look, I don't know anything.
Look, I didn't kill anyone. I swear.
This isn't even my boat.
Why did you say it was?
It belongs to this douche bag named Dexter Morgan.
I hate this guy's fucking guts.
That's why I came down here, so I could sink his boat.
Who is Dexter Morgan?
Like I said, he's just a jerk
who works for Miami Metro Homicide.
Okay?
Now, can I-- can I please go?
Yes.
Get rid of him.
- Morgan. - Hey, lieutenant.
This is Officer Hewitt.
We followed Speltzer home from the bar.
There's been no activity for over two hours.
Just seems like he's in for the night.
We just got dispatched on a 211.
Can we take it?
Or do you want us to stay on Speltzer?
Negative on Speltzer. Take the 211.
Copy that. Good night, lieutenant.
Good night.
It's a waste of fuckin' manpower.
My father worked sometimes three jobs
to take care of us, so...
I decided the best way I could help
was to leave home
so he has one less mouth to feed.
He'd be so ashamed if he knew what I do
to make money.
Hey...
You're not gonna be a stripper your whole life, right?
No, I have big dreams.
I want to start my own dog-walking business.
No matter what happens, rich people
will always be...lazy
and they will always have dogs.
What's wrong?
I like you, Joey.
I don't want to lie to you.
About what?
My bosses at the club, they...
they ordered me to get close to you...
so I could find out what the police know
about Viktor Baskov and their business dealings.
So that's why you said yes to the date?
No, I said yes before they told me to do this.
So then... you do really like me?
Yes.
But I'm scared.
These men are dangerous.
I-I can't go back to them with nothing.
Don't be scared.
I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.
Look...
Maybe there's a way we could help each other out.
What do you mean?
Well...I could give you
enough information to keep your bosses happy.
What if the other cops find out?
They won't.
And, in return,
if you hear anything around the club
about Mike Anderson's murder,
you pass it along to me.
I can do that.
I'm still worried for you.
You should not get involved with the Koshka brotherhood.
Don't worry about me.
If I can protect you
and catch a cop killer,
it's worth sticking my neck out a little.
It is a nice neck.
Hey, Rick. I got off work early,
so I thought I'd take you up on your offer.
Ah, well, you will not be disappointed.
I make the best mojito in Miami.
- Awesome. - Mm.
Looks like Speltzer's taken over the family shrine.
Nina Fleischer's missing earring.
She didn't lose it in the struggle.
Speltzer took it as a trophy.
If I take it, he'll know I was here.
But I can still show it to Deb.
No cell service in a mausoleum.
God damn it.
This is Dexter. Leave a message.
Hey, Dex, it's me.
I just wanna let you know I'm gonna be a little late
getting home tonight.
You've got me paranoid about Speltzer, so...
I'm gonna drive by his house,
make sure he's tucked in for the night.
Thank you for fucking up my evening, bro.
So, um...
how long did you say you've been here?
A few days.
I promise, I'm going furniture shopping this weekend.
I mean, you could have at least taken the plastic off.
I'll get around to it.
Have a seat.
Okay.
How 'bout some music?
Soon.
Sit tight. I'll be right back.
- Mm-hmm. - I'll get us a drink.
Ray...
Yeah?
I gotta be honest with you.
This mojito sucks.
Hmm.
There's, like, no alcohol in it.
Well, you have to be in control of your faculties.
Otherwise, there's no challenge.
Well, you certainly are confident.
You look strong.
Thanks...
I guess.
I like it when they're strong.
What are you talking about?
Get...
Let's play a game.
- Ray! - Shh!
Night night, fuck face.
Hey, Dex, it's me.
I just wanna let you know I'm gonna be a little late
getting home tonight.
You've got me paranoid about Speltzer,
so I'm gonna cruise by his house, make sure...
- Shit. - He's tucked in for the night.
Oh, God.
Ugh.
Freeze!
Oh, fuck!
Aah!
- Deb. - Motherfucker.
He has a girl in here. We have to find her.
Ohh!
He beat the shit out of her.
Speltzer took her earring as a trophy,
just like he did with Nina Fleischer.
I found hers at the mausoleum.
Put a BOLO out on Speltzer, but there's nothing yet.
And the house was a foreclosure that he broke into
to set up his fucked-up maze.
We found burned plastic in the oven.
Explains why there weren't any prints or DNA
on the things we found.
I sent some unis over to the mausoleum
and the door was open.
Nina Fleischer's earring was missing.
I think he's in the wind.
Behind you.
Oh, you're up early.
The coffee's fresh, if you want.
You were right.
If I'd let you do things your way,
then Speltzer would be dead and that girl would be alive.
But he's out there,
free to kill again.
Well, you can't change the way you think overnight.
I haven't.
I mean, I have, but I haven't.
I get it... what you do.
I hate it, but I get it.
So you accept it?
I understand it.
I understand that it might be...
might be...
a necessary evil.
But what I don't understand are the blood slides.
They're trophies.
They're like Speltzer's earrings.
- I'm nothing like Speltzer. - But on some level, Dexter,
you like to kill.
I like the way it makes me feel.
Same thing.
Deb, I can't change who I am.
I know.
And I can't change who I am.
What are you saying?
I don't know what I'm saying...
but I think you should move out.
I think you should move back to your place.
Okay.
Deb...
I'm still your brother.
Nothing's changed.
Everything's changed.
I don't know if it can ever be the same again.
I'm finally out of my cage.
But freedom comes with a cost.
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