4 Extremely Satisfying Dexter Kills 🤫

In one sharp moment, you took away this foolish dream that I could have a happy life.

Is that why you're here?

Tell me all this?

No, I'm here to kill you with that pen.

I'm Sergeant James Dokes, Miami Metro Homicide.

Who put you in there?

Fucking psycho.

And he could be back any minute.

Grab that key right behind you on the wall.

Who is he?

His name is Dexter Morgan.

I need you to open this gate.

Why would he do that, put you in there?

Because I found out that he's a fucking Bay Harbor butcher.

Please just open this fucking gate.

Soulmate You can't leave me in here like this you'll be an accessory I'm not gonna leave you

What are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

No!

Turn that off!

No!

Do you understand?

This is murder!

Open this fucking door!

This is fucking murder!

Come to say goodbye.

Actually, we came to see that you cleared out.

But now that we see you're on your way, we're good to go.

Have a nice fucking life.

You're not coming with me then?

Oh my god.

What did you do to make her so pathetically crazy for you?

Is your dick dance?

Oh, well, okay.

Um...

I better be on my way, then.

Hi, Dexter.

Hey, Dex.

Hey, guys.

You having fun?

Super fun.

Lila's so nice.

Where is Lila?

Over here.

You could have had it all, Dexter.

Dexter!

Stay on the bed, guys.

Don't move.

Look away, both of you.

Aster, you first.

You're going to help your brother.

Go, run!

Find help!

Come on, Dexter!

I can't fit!

Dexter.

You wanted to be close to me, Lila.

This is the most I have to offer.

I can't feel my legs and my body.

Good.

I went with the spinal epidural instead of the tranquilizer.

I've got a plane to catch.

And you don't need to feel this.

You killed an innocent man.

I didn't do it for you.

I didn't...

But you tried to kill the children for me, too.

You taught me to accept what I am.

And to trust in the one thing I know with absolute clarity.

Thank you.

Don't you want to be a painter?

I don't know, I'm a dragster.

You're never a good drawer.

My highly tuned senses detect another predator sniffing around one of my cubs.

Did you get the mayo?

Yep.

You wanted to know where the Cheerios are.

Aisle 3, other side of the store.

Ah, thanks.

Just in case.

A full day of work, an evening of socializing, and now, finally, the calm, cool aloneness of my apartment.

Hello, Nathan Martin, Cheerios man.

My animal instincts are never wrong.

Hello, Nathan Martin's sexual predator.

You did four years at South Bay Correctional Facility.

Your official status is released, which leaves you free to slither about the earth.

Nathan Martin.

As the sun begins to set, the lowly scavengers reveal themselves.

Hey, it's the Cheerios man.

Do I know you?

We met at the grocery store the other day.

I don't recall.

You asked my girlfriend's daughter to help you find the Cheerios.

Oh, right, right, right.

So what can I do for you?

Shut the fuck up, Nathan.

Stay away from my kids.

What?

Sorry, buddy, you got the wrong idea.

I saw you at the beach yesterday with your camera.

I'm a photographer.

I always have a camera with me.

I know who you are.

I know what you are.

Once.

Once I made a horrible mistake and I paid the price for it.

I did my time.

But I'm not like that anymore.

I learned my lesson.

I've changed.

You haven't changed.

It's impossible.

We are what we are.

So here I am again.

Drawn to the house of a man who doesn't meet the code.

But maybe there's another code.

A code that says you've stepped uninvited into my world.

And that's a place where I decide who gets to live and who doesn't.

I am not like you.

Nobody hurts my children.

You remember this case?

Yeah, where he spelled something guilty as fuck.

Probably 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 Anne 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 Belter got off, it 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.

Oh God.

Oh my God.

Damn it.

Motherfucker.

There's a girl in here.

We have to find her.

Speltzer took her earring as a trophy, just like he did with Nina Fleischer.

I found hers at the mausoleum.

We have a big problem.

Watch Miranda.

If you want an attorney, we'll get one for you, even if you can't afford one.

Do you understand your rights?

Huh?

Do you understand?

You guys see that?

Looks like a yes to me.

Fucking cocksucker.

They never got a verbal confirmation that Speltzer understood his rights.

No.

But Speltzer fucking nodded.

He didn't say yes.

And at Speltzer's arraignment this morning, his PD was able to make the case.

Don't.

That because Speltzer at one point was knocked unconscious, it is entirely possible that he did not understand his rights, that it wasn't a nod, that it was a temporary blackout.

And the judge fucking bought that?

The judge threw his confession out of court.

He walked.

When?

Two hours ago.

And apparently, Spelser's planning to file a lawsuit against us.

Use of excessive force?

I don't believe this.

So all that's left to do is... is what?

Wait around till you kill someone else?

There's nothing else we can do.

But there is something I can do.

Fuck that.

Fuck all of this.

You got some mouth on me.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Haven't you done enough?

Oh, I'm just getting started.

Fucking motherfucking cocksucker.

You fucking piece of shit.

Get your shit together.

So easy.

Just like the others.

Get the fuck out of here.

Fuck you up.

I'll see you around.

Fuckers.

The end of your run?

Get me out of here!

Yell all you want, no one's gonna hear you.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Feels good.

Fuck!

Normally now is when I'd slice your cheek with my scalpel and get a drop of blood to remember you by, but I can't risk anyone finding a blood slot ever again.

You're a fucking freak.

Everything's different now.

The memory of killing you will have to be enough.

I'll make sure of you.

That would be a twist.

Not one that's gonna happen tonight.

You were supposed to be a way out of the tangle I was in with my sister.

A thread she could follow to understand me better, to accept me even.

But she and I lost each other.

She almost lost herself going after you.

She wanted to catch you just as much as I did.

Who knows, maybe our relationship can rise from your ashes.

No.

No.

What am I doing here?

That smoke.

It's Belzer.

How do you feel?

Glad.

You know, when you see as many

You know when they're afraid.

What are you afraid of, Mother?

He's still here.

Hello, Dexter.

What do you want?

Where are you?

Don't move.

I want to show you something.

Don't touch her.

Mother chose the wrong son.

Again?

Evelyn?

Oh, no, no, no.

No.

Come here.

I always did like this place.

You have the same view of the water Cassie did.

What are you doing here?

I have a proposal.

I figured the safest way to deliver it was to bring a referee.

I'm listening.

We walk away.

Walk away?

Both of us.

from each other, go our separate paths, live our separate lives.

I forget about you.

You forget about me.

You went out of your way to kill your mother in front of me, and you just expect me to forget?

May have been a little bit over the top.

I was only trying to make a point.

I missed the point.

It's a test to see if, given the chance, she would finally choose me.

Well.

We both know how that turned out.

Yeah, so naturally you had to cut her throat.

You know what it's like to kill.

It can be cathartic, and it was.

That's why I'm giving you a choice.

Go on with your life or come after me.

But choose poorly, like Mom, and you will lose.

You seem pretty sure of yourself.

You have a lot more to lose than I do.

You've created the perfect car life.

Cute little son, your sister, stepkids even.

And now you have a girlfriend.

It's Hannah, right?

They're not a cover.

They're real to me.

Something Saxon can't understand.

All very lovely.

And all very easy to remove from your life.

I mean, you've already had one wife murdered.

That must be an interesting story.

But it's gonna put you in a very awkward position if everyone else starts disappearing from your life.

The choice is yours.

Yeah, I think I can live with that.

Saxon.

Saxon's in here.

Arrest him.

Take him in.

Arrest him?

He's still alive?

Say you were looking into the buildings he was inspecting.

You subdued him.

You'll be the hero of Miami Metro.

I guess I fucking will.

What about your knife?

I've got a plane to catch.

What the fuck is going on here?

Help me, please.

I was abducted by the man who was just here.

Did you see him?

No, I didn't see anybody.

Get me out of here, please, before he comes back.

I thought I was going to die.

Thank God you came here.

Bastard.

Don't move.

Detective Deborah Morgan, I've been shot.

Please send help.

At this time, you have to leave.

We got this, guys.

Dexter.

Hey.

Where's Deb?

I don't know.

Something went wrong.

There was a problem and they rushed to the ICU.

What happened?

They're working on her now.

She stopped breathing.

Mr. Morgan, I'm afraid I don't have good news.

There were complications.

What kind of complications?

We think a clot formed during surgery that triggered a major stroke.

Deborah's brain was deprived of oxygen for a period of time.

What do you mean?

I thought you said she was gonna be fine.

I had hoped so.

I'm very sorry.

Is she going to recover?

It's possible that she could breathe on her own, but she won't be able to eat without a feeding tube.

And according to the brain scans, she won't be able to think, reason, or even know that you're there.

I wish I could blame you for everything.

For what you did to my sister.

But I know it's all my fault.

You should have walked away.

What you've actually done is opened my eyes.

Forced me to look at myself.

What do you see?

A trail of blood and body parts.

What a pretty picture.

In one sharp moment, you took away this foolish dream that I could have a happy life.

Is that why you're here?

Tell me all this.

No, I'm here to kill you with that pen.

He tried to kill me.