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Where the hell you been?

Crime scene.

What about these?

The hotel cokehead murders.

This dealer and the girl.

Oh.

Well, this hallmark-looking couple didn't die by the hands of a professional.

No, it's just child's play.

Messy work.

All that blood on the walls.

Looks like a finger painting.

You're giving me a fucking creeps.

You know that, Dexter?

Yeah, I know.

Sorry about that.

Fuck you.

Okay.

Uh, is there something I can... Yeah, you can give me your fucking analysis on the blood spatter on these killings.

You think I'm here to invite you to my nephew's bris?

I didn't know you were Jewish.

Shut the fuck up and write your report already.

Don't even know why I need you.

Grab a crayon, psycho, and scribble this down.

Rival dealer came in, two scumbags slashed to hell, dealer stole the drugs.

Wham, bam, done.

And I don't give a shit what you say because that's what happened and that's who I'm looking for.

Hey...

We are looking for a motherfucking thief dealer.

You got it?

OK. Sure.

I guess.

But I should get over there.

Then get over there already, you fucking weirdo.

I need it quick.

I'm on it, Sergeant.

The only real question I have is why, in a building full of cops, all supposedly with a keen insight into the human soul, is Doakes the only one who gets the creeps from me?

Find my husband.

Ma'am, the detectives are looking into everything.

I'm pretty sure I covered all my tracks.

What do you care about that woman?

I don't.

I was just... You like when women cry?

You like that?

What's your thing, psycho?

I was just heading to the briefing room.

You got no call to be in there, so flee.

Lieutenant, this fucking guy doesn't belong.

I'm still waiting for his spider report on the cokehead murders.

Go do that.

It's OK.

I don't want to upset anybody.

Well, you can stay.

I'd like your input, and we'll discuss your case after the meeting.

It had nothing to do with drugs.

LT, this is a waste of our damn time.

I think Sergeant Dokes is right.

I read the other reports, all the other forensic analysis.

Everyone agrees the cokehead murders had nothing to do with cocaine.

It was a crime of passion.

The murderer came to kill the woman, not the dealer.

He did him quick and got him out of the way, but he sure as hell took his sweet time slicing up that lady, and you don't do that unless you have a close personal relationship with someone.

Probably an ex-boyfriend.

That's who I'd look for.

OK.

It's a bit of a push, but Sergeant, you should check it out.

I'm watching you, motherfucker.

Another photo from my family album.

He's recreating my past with Tony Tucci's body parts.

He's forcing me to see this.

Nobody paying you to stand around and goddamn stare.

I thought Angel was working this case, Sergeant.

Sergeant?

Friends of yours?

Don't worry about it.

Worry about this.

The foot was severed between the tarsus and the metatarsus.

The wound is circular, again, almost surgical.

And there's blood.

Guy gives us body after body with no blood.

Why is he making a switch now?

He's trying to send a message, one that's more important than his ritual need to drain the blood and wrap the parts.

OK, so what's the message?

Not sure.

Well, who's he sending it to?

I can't tell you that either.

What fucking good are you?

Fucking good at all, apparently.

I'm on to you.

Excuse me?

Your crazy-ass knife-slashing two-step in the alley.

You were right.

You said the killer had previous experience.

He did.

Oh.

Really?

Masuko lifted a print from the alley that matched the kid from juvie.

Cut up a victim five years ago.

Same knife technique.

We just grabbed him at Flamingo Park.

Great work, Sergeant.

Yeah.

Your instincts were dead on.

They're always dead on when it comes to killers.

Why is that?

I'll just go get that report.

I'm watching you.

The suspect's name was Jacques Bayard, according to his driver's license.

Haitian?

That'd be my guess.

All right, let's go over it again.

I saw a gun in the suspect's waistband.

I went to question him, and he took off running when he saw me.

Angel, you saw all this?

Yeah, I saw Bayard bolt, and I turned the car around and pursued him.

All right, and when you went under the causeway?

He took a shot at me.

I took cover and returned fire from that corner.

No, not from there.

Yeah, from fucking right there.

If you shot him from right there, the blood splatter would go in that direction.

But look at the pattern.

You questioning me?

Because I got a lot of questions for you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

The man's just doing what he's supposed to do.

The man has a fucking creep job.

James, just focus on the facts, OK?

Well, the DA's team is ready for you.

You good?

I'm good.

Angel sustained severe internal injuries.

He lost a lot of blood.

but the surgery was successful.

It looks like our boy's out of the woods.

I know I should stay and be a part of the group hug, but I can't focus.

I'm trapped in the clutches of a memory.

I need to know what it means.

Morgan, what the fuck is wrong with you?

I have someplace I have to be.

Well, we all got someplace to be.

But you just found out that somebody who's supposed to be your friend is going to live.

Does that make you feel anything?

Anything at all?

Take your fucking hand off me.

Just what I always thought.

Are you following me now?

You better have a hell of a reason for being here.

I'm looking for my sister.

In a cargo box?

Yeah, I'm kind of working on a theory.

You forget you work for the fucking cops?

We love theories.

Come on, spin me a story, asshole.

What I do on my time is my business, Sergeant.

Yeah, me too.

And I'm on my time now.

There's no lieutenant here to save your ass, so don't fuck with me, Morgan.

All right, you got me.

I ordered some furniture from Thailand.

I was waiting for it to be delivered.

I have to keep my ass.

Hey, what the hell's going on over here?

Security, I need to get somebody down here right now.

Miami Metro PD.

Yeah, well, is this guy under arrest?

That's a good question.

You're connected to this.

I don't know how, but I'm gonna find out, and some of what I find's gonna stick to your ass.

I gotta find Chino before he finds me.

Bringing to an even dozen the number of bodies found offshore.

I have to focus.

Tune everything out.

If I don't, being linked to my beautiful bodies of work will be the least of my worries.

Shit.

Little Chino.

He was out there.

Timing could be better.

That plus I don't have my tools, but it does give me the chance to tie up one massive loose end.

It's you, Sergeant.

Who else you got following you?

Apparently no one.

Go ahead, try it.

I've been waiting.

This neighborhood?

It's full of crazies.

I'd lock my doors.

Hold the elevator.

Thanks.

Nice dodge last night, flowing it through that yellow light.

Oh.

Were you behind me?

See you tonight.

There's another shipment coming in tomorrow.

Cocaine.

How much?

300 bricks, give or take.

Turn it off.

That wasn't part of our agreement, Harry.

I said turn it off.

I heard what you said.

I just don't take orders from you.

Is there a reason you're in my lab, Sergeant Dokes?

Is there a reason you're listening to tapes as old as you are, Morgan?

I had a little talk with your sister.

Turns out she didn't know you were in program.

Anonymous, Sergeant.

How long you say you've been clean?

Actually, I didn't because it's none of your goddamn business.

So if I were to take a hair from your desk and run it for drugs, it would come back positive, right?

Because why would someone pretend to be an addict if he's not?

Unless he's got something a hell of a lot worse to hide.

Back the fuck off.

You want to hit me?

Go for it.

I've been waiting for a chance to take your ass out.

I know how you feel, Sergeant.

I want to file a formal complaint against Doakes.

Jesus, Dexter, the two of you.

He crossed the line, Lieutenant.

He broke into my lab.

He went through my personal things.

He threatened me.

Probably going to start tailing me again.

Sergeant Doakes tailed you?

For weeks, maybe longer.

James!

You were tailing Dexter.

What the hell were you thinking?

You weren't ahead of lunch, Maria.

You could have asked.

If Dexter files a complaint, you will be kicked off the force.

End of story.

There's a reason he hasn't reported me until now.

He's hiding something, Maria.

I can feel it.

Is this another one of your conspiracy theories?

It's instinct and a hell of a lot of experience.

I spent years looking the enemy in the face, and I'm telling you Morgan is dangerous.

Your instincts haven't been that great these days, James.

Two shootings in the last six months, stalking a police employee.

Listen to me.

Morgan lied about the ice truck killer.

That crack pipe knew way more than he ever told us.

He was trying to protect his sister.

You of all people should understand that.

I followed him to an NA meeting.

That asshole lied about that too.

You're obsessed.

I'm not.

You are, and I need you to see it.

As your boss and as your friend.

We've been through this before.

Last time it cost you our relationship.

This time it's gonna get you kicked off the force or worse.

I'll take my chances.

Let it go.

I mean it.

Leave Dexter alone.

Betsy Court, 16.

Blunt force beating.

It looks like she was sunning herself and never saw it coming.

Who called in the body?

Craig Wilson, the stepfather.

He's right over there.

Wilson told the reporting officer that he came home for lunch and found her that way.

Um, you and Dexter resolve your issues?

As far as I'm concerned, what?

The bitch come crying to you again?

No.

There's blood work to be done here.

And if you can't control yourself, I need to call in another detective.

I won't say anything to hurt the little girl's feelings.

God damn it, James.

I'm not joking.

Do I look like I'm laughing?

No.

You don't.

I wish you would.

You used to.

Bullshit.

I never laughed.

Hey, you know what?

You're probably right.

Look, I'm not gonna try to scare you anymore.

The reality is you're out of free passes.

I already stopped Dexter from filing a complaint against you once.

I never asked you to do that, Maria.

Well, I did it out of my own concern over your obsessive behavior.

Now I'm on the line.

So if you bully Dexter in any way, if you even look at him wrong, I will not be responsible for the fallout.

You got it?

I got it.

You're back in a fucking freak tar.

James.

You finally decided to fight back.

I've been waiting.

Hope you don't expect me to comment on that so you can record it on your hidden tape recorder I wasn't born yesterday.

You might have been for all I know.

Your past was a bigger mystery than fucking Jimmy Hoffa.

I tried every avenue, legal and otherwise.

But there ain't no paper trail in the early years of Dexter Morgan.

I guess there's no recorder running after all.

No, man.

Unlike you, I do everything out in the open.

Well, in that case, Sergeant, let me put this in the open for you.

No matter what you try, no matter when, no matter how hard you work, I'll always be a step ahead of you for one simple reason.

And what's that?

Why are you doing this?

Stop!

I want your gun, your badge, and your police ID.

I want your access card, too.

Now!

Type a statement that Sergeant Oaks is on administrative leave pending an internal affairs investigation.

You two get him out of here.

Thanks.

What the hell happened?

I don't know.

He just jumped me.

That guy's always headed out for me.

Just one more trip ahead of schedule.

That's right, motherfucker.

It's over.

How'd you find me?

GPS tap on your boat.

Jesus Christ, Morgan.

Jesus fucking Christ, you're the Bay Harbor butcher.

I really hate that name.

Jesus Christ, man.

You said that.

I always knew there was something with you.

But this shit?

What can I say?

You were right about me.

I never held it against you.

I don't now.

My buddies thought I was crazy for becoming a cop.

I had skills.

I could have written my own ticket.

And lately, I thought they might have been right.

But this?

This makes it all worth it.

I'm happy for you.

Shut the fuck up.

Let's get this over with.

Put them on.

Morgan, you're done.

Give it up.

Would you in my position?

I wouldn't be in your position, you sick fuck.

You sure about that?

You might want to check with Lundy.

Hey, you shoot me, who'll prove your innocence?

Maybe I'll just kneecap you.

All right.

Nice and slow.

Back the fuck off, Morgan.

Just following your lead.

Is it deep?

I hope it's fucking deep.

It's a graze wound, minor tissue abrasion.

No hemorrhage along the bullet track.

Sorry, I think I'm going to live.

Am I?

That's a good question.

You're not going to let me go, Morgan, and kill me now.

Just get it over with.

God, I'd advise you not to tempt me just now.

I work in peace.

Why'd you have to go and ruin everything?

You're a killer.

I catch killers.

So do I. I caught you.

I'm not a killer.

You are.

That's why you've always known what I am.

That's why you have more officer-related shootings than anybody else.

Only I don't fuck with you when you shoot somebody.

Why couldn't you pay me the same professional courtesy?

There's nothing professional about what you do.

I kill when I have to, on the job.

Oh, so it's okay to take a life as long as you get a paycheck for it?

The city pays me to keep the law.

I've got news for you, Sergeant.

My code requires a higher standard of proof than your city's laws.

at zero cost to the taxpayer.

You ask me, I'm a bargain.

That's enough bullshit, Morgan.

Let's get this over with.

Either kill me or set me free.

What's it gonna be?

I actually think you'd like it if I killed you, just to prove your point.

Morgan, you gotta choose.

No, I need to go home.

I've got FBI guards standing outside my door right now... to protect me from you.

What's it gonna be, Morgan?

Morgan, what's it going to be?

Kill me now or set me free?

You only have two choices, Morgan.

You can't fucking ignore me.

I'm thinking about turning myself in.

That's a good call, Morgan.

That's a tough call, but that's a good call, man.

I need some fucking relief.

Yeah.

Yeah, you can't keep running, man.

That's for pussies.

You're just going to end up in exactly the same situation.

Sooner or later.

Prison.

I could have finally got some sleep.

Yeah.

The long run would be easier on Deb.

Better than watching me dragged in like an animal.

Which, let's face it, will happen someday.

Yeah.

Morgan, we'll do it together.

I'll go with you.

Come on, let's go.

If I do this, I need a day to get my affairs in order.

That's fine.

Tie me up, throw me in the trunk.

Come on, let's go.

I brought supplies.

Fresh fruit.

Make sure you mention that when they interview you for the story of my life.

God damn it, Morgan.

You're not going to leave me in this cage again, are you?

Anything could happen.

Come on.

What are you doing?

I think we've seen the worst of that.

Morgan.

Dexter.

I really enjoyed our conversations, James.

I lie to everyone I know.

Except my victims, right before I killed them.

I'm sorry to establish much of a rapport there.

Sorry about the cage.

Morgan!