Dexter FULL Episode 101: 'Dexter' | #FullEpisodeFridays

Tonight's the night.

And it's going to happen again and again.

has to happen.

Nice night.

Miami is a great town.

I love the Cuban food.

Pork sandwiches, my favorite.

But I'm hungry for something different now.

There he is.

Mike Donovan.

He's the one.

Your mind now should do exactly as I say.

What do you want?

I want you to be quiet.

I'll drive.

Turn here.

You have to listen.

Do what I say.

Look.

No.

Uh, yes.

No, no.

It's horrible, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Open your eyes and look at what you did!

Look or I'll cut your eyelids right off your face.

It took me a long time to get these little boys clean.

One of them had been in the ground so long he was falling apart.

I pulled him out in bits and pieces.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is... Stop!

That never helped anybody.

Please, you can have anything.

That's good.

Beg, you little boys, beg.

I couldn't help myself.

I couldn't.

Please, you have to understand.

Trust me, I definitely understand.

See, I can't help myself either.

Children, I could never do that.

Not like you.

Never, ever kids.

What?

I have standards.

Soon, you'll be packed into a few neatly wrapped hefties, and my own small corner of the world will be a neater, happier place.

A better place.

My name is Dexter, Dexter Morgan.

I don't know what made me the way I am, but whatever it was left a hollow place inside.

People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all, and I fake them very well.

And that's my burden, I guess.

But I don't blame my foster parents for that.

Harry and Doris Morgan did a wonderful job raising me.

But they're both dead now.

I didn't kill them.

Honest.

You're different, aren't you, Dexter?

What do you mean, Bob?

The Billups say Buddy disappeared.

I found the grave, son.

That dog was a noisy little creep, Dad.

He was barking all night, and Mom couldn't sleep, and she was very, very sick, and that lousy dog was yapping at every leaf that blew down the sidewalk.

There were a lot of bones in there, Dexter.

And not just buddies.

Hola, Dexter.

¿Recuerdas mi bien?

Blood.

Sometimes it sets my teeth on edge.

Other times it helps me control the chaos.

The code of Harry, my foster father, is satisfied.

And so am I. Harry was a great cop here in Miami.

He taught me how to think like one, taught me how to cover my tracks.

I'm a very neat monster.

Dexter, are you there?

Okay, Dex, please, as soon as you get in, I'm at a crime scene by the shithole, the Seven Seas Motel, and I need you here.

Okay?

Dex, please.

Pretty fucking please with cheese on top.

That's my foul-mouthed foster sister, Debra.

She has a big heart, but won't let anyone see it.

She's the only person in the world who loves me.

I think that's nice.

I don't have feelings about anything, but if I could have feelings at all, I'd have them for Deb.

There's something strange and disarming about looking at a homicide scene in the daylight of Miami.

It makes the most grotesque killings look staged, like you're in a new and daring section of Disney World.

Dahmerland.

You better be a cop.

No, forensics.

Dex!

Hey, what's up?

Jeez, Deb.

Where the hell do you keep your gun?

They found another hooker.

In the pool.

Another?

Chopped up in bits and pieces.

That's the third one in five months.

Third?

You mean there's a... A serial killer.

That's right.

The other two were in Broward, chopped up just like this one.

Any suspects?

I wish I knew.

I'm on vice, so LaGuardia sent me to my room and told me to stay out of sight.

God forbid she listens to what you have to say.

Tell me about it.

How does someone so dumb get so much power?

She knows how to play the game.

You could take a lesson.

What?

Ass kissing?

Politics.

I just want to catch this guy before he kills another one of my girls.

You can't get so emotionally invested.

You always say that.

So did dad.

Yeah, but he also said go after what you want.

I want out of ICE and into homicide.

What can I do to help?

You get these hunches, you know, with these types of murders.

Only sometimes.

Well, see if you get one this time.

And can I bounce some ideas off of you later?

You know I always get smarter when I'm talking to you.

You just need a little more confidence.

All right, I'll take a look.

In the meantime, avoid LaGuardia and talk to Captain Matthews.

He and Dad were tight.

Maybe he'll put you on the case.

You're making me smarter already, see?

And keep the sex suit on when you talk to the captain.

It'll help your cause.

Nice haircut, Masuka.

Sorry, sister.

Damn, looking hot.

Yeah, she should.

It's hot as hell out here.

So, why are you here?

It's a crime scene.

Yeah, but you do blood spattering.

So?

So, there's no blood here.

What was that?

Yeah, there's no blood in or on or near the body at all.

It's the weirdest thing you ever saw.

Hey, Angel, let's show them.

No blood.

No sticky, hot, messy, awful blood.

No blood at all.

Why hadn't I thought of that?

No blood.

What a beautiful idea.

How does he do it?

How does the killer get rid of the blood?

It's hard to say.

The body's in good shape.

She had a nice ass, too.

Head is over there if you want to take a look.

This is unique.

No shit.

And no prints either.

I've never seen such clean, dry, neat-looking dead flesh.

Wonderful.

Very clean.

Yeah, but he didn't finish.

Don't tell me, no.

Looks pretty complete, though, to me, Angel.

No, no.

Look.

He cut the leg in four pieces.

Almost like using a ruler.

But this leg is in three pieces.

And look, he started to make a fourth cut and stopped.

It's possible that he got interrupted.

The Gorta's looking for a witness working on that motel portal back there.

God help him.

No blood.

I can't think.

I have to get out of here.

Tex, don't never.

Where you going?

Hey, no blood.

No trabajo.

I wish she'd stop that.

It's one of those mating rituals which I really don't understand.

But that bloodless body...

This guy may have exceeded my own abilities.

Morning, Dex.

Morning.

Hey, Dex.

Hey, Sue.

Dan.

How are the families?

Good.

You?

See you at the next bloodbath.

Never miss a party.

Thanks.

Salt of the earth, these people.

And they work hard.

But with the solve rate for murders at about 20%, Miami is a great place for me.

Great place for me to hone my craft.

Viva Miami.

Dex.

I like your other outfit better.

You're a sick bastard.

Guess what?

Sex suit worked.

The captain put me on the case.

LaGuardia wasn't happy, but she needs to get laid.

I guess.

So, congrats?

So, you got any ideas yet?

Nope.

Well, start working on your mental autopsy, because I could use your theories.

And thanks for the fucking donut.

I gotta go.

Donut?

You keeping your fingernails clean?

Never leave home without my rubber gloves.

Good boy.

So, anything new?

One of these days, you're gonna tell me.

I already told you, Blood Spider doesn't take up all my time.

I like doing it.

Maybe I can help out.

Fills my nights.

You have a morbid sense of fun.

That's probably true.

You should find a pretty girl.

I found you.

Charming like your father.

Just don't get me fired.

And who would I bring donuts to?

Angel.

Una mas.

Gracias.

De nada.

Just like me.

Empty inside.

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 give me the fucking creeps.

You know that, Dexter?

Yeah, I know.

Sorry about that.

Fuck you.

Okay.

Uh, is there something I can do to... 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're looking for a motherfucking thief dealer.

You got it?

Okay.

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?

So this killer used a sword?

No, probably a very sharp knife.

Look at the blood's pattern.

Look at the patterns.

It tells a story.

You see this big pond of blood right there?

That's from the initial stab.

The male victim was standing right here, and the killer plunged his knife into the shoulder, severing the carotid artery and... Notice the long, thick, heavy drips?

Yeah, nice.

No, over here you have nice, clean sprays of blood.

And that can only happen when you're holding something light and moving quick.

Nice, sharp slices through the body.

No splashes, no drips.

Clean and easy.

This guy knew how to use a blade.

So we're looking for a sushi chef.

Yeah, sushi chef is possible.

Wouldn't be my first choice, but hey, you never know.

Now what?

Now I eat.

The problem with eating and driving, which I love to do, is not being able to employ the 10-2 hand position on the wheel.

It's a matter of public safety.

But there's always a sacrifice.

This guy, Jamie Jaworski.

Six months ago, I think he fell in love with a pretty brunette, Mrs. Jane Saunders.

A sweet mother of two married to a successful banker, all living a pleasant life until she unfortunately disappeared, leaving the kids emotionally devastated forever.

The cops arrested my favorite valet, but his lawyer got him off on a faulty search warrant.

and it's a good thing I don't bother with them.

Animals don't like me.

Especially dogs.

I don't think they approve of what I sometimes do to their masters.

And that dog recognizes me as easily as I can recognize Jaworski.

Or any other killer.

Interesting taste in literature.

His needs are evolving, turning violent.

He's on the fast track.

Have you ever wanted to kill anything else?

You know, something bigger than a dog?

Yes.

Like a person?

Yeah, but no one in particular.

Why didn't you?

I thought you and mom wouldn't like it.

Come here.

Friday night, date night in Miami.

Every night is date night in Miami, and everyone's having sex.

But for me, sex never enters into it.

I don't understand sex.

Not that I have anything against women, and I certainly have an appropriate sensibility about men, but when it comes to the actual act of sex, it's always just seemed so... undignified.

But I have to play the game.

And after years of trying to look normal, I think I met the right woman for me.

Deb saved her life on a domestic dispute call, introduced us, and we've been dating for six months now.

She's perfect because Rita is, in her own way, as damaged as me.

I'm running late.

I'll just be a sec.

I have to change.

Okey-doke.

Hi Dexter.

May I say that you look lovely this evening?

Okay.

Master Cody, handsome as ever.

High five.

Vanilla, chocolate and strawberry.

No coffee?

Which one do you think melts faster?

Ready?

Rita's ex-hubby, the crack addict, repeatedly raped her, knocked her around.

Ever since then, she's been completely uninterested in sex.

That works for me.

Will you be back?

Of course I'll be back.

I met Dexter.

You'll be asleep.

All right, then I'll stop and we'll all play cards.

Texas Hold'em?

Hey, give Mommy a kiss.

Needless to say, I have some unusual habits.

Yet all these socially acceptable people can't wait to pick up hammers and publicly smash their food to bits.

Normal people are so hostile.

But not her.

Where are we going?

They might need me.

Just stay right there.

I'll be right back.

Son of a whore.

Who?

I'm talking about this hijo de puta, this asshole killer, this maricón savage who makes us work on a Friday night.

Only Mondays through Thursdays, that's what I always say.

Of course, coño, be reasonable.

Who wants to work on a Friday night?

I have my needs.

So, ¿cómo estás?

What are you doing here?

I was in the neighborhood.

I'm on a date.

A date?

Nice.

Same guy, same pattern.

Bone dry.

No blood again.

Pero mira esto.

There's some small differences in the cuts this time.

Over here, rough.

Almost emotional.

Then over here, not so much.

And then over here, clean.

Muy bien.

Yeah, nice.

But look at this.

All bone.

The killer flayed the skin, the flesh, completely off.

Now, why would he do that?

He's experimenting.

He's trying to find the right way.

Is he experimenting with the head, too?

What do you mean?

I mean, La Bestia left her tits and took her fucking head.

I don't find anyone around here.

And God only knows what he's doing with it.

He's certainly raising the bar.

Damn.

This guy is good.

Will they catch him soon?

I doubt it.

A killer is an artist.

What do you mean?

His technique... is incredible.

I'm sorry, I don't think I want to.

I mean, I'm...

What have I done now?

And why can't I get that neat stack of body parts out of my head?

No blood.

Why did I test her that way?

I need to get back to my work.

Jaworski's website, Scream Bitch Scream, the mother of all rape sites.

That's it.

He's definitely the one.

Now it's just a matter of time before he becomes a drop of blood in my glass slide collection.

But I have to wait.

I have to be careful.

And follow the code of Harry.

Hey, Dad.

I can explain.

You and I had an understanding.

Whenever you get an urge, you come to me, you tell me, and we deal with it together.

I do tell you, Dad.

The hell you do.

There's blood on this knife.

Animals.

I find animals, that's all.

Are you sure?

Are you telling me the truth?

Yes.

I thought we had this under control.

You still don't remember anything from before?

You know, before we took you in?

No.

Is that why I have these urges?

What happened changed something inside you.

It got into you too early.

I'm afraid your urge to kill is only gonna get stronger.

You're saying I'll be like this forever?

You're a good kid, Dex.

You are.

Otherwise, it would have been a lot worse than animals.

Okay.

So we can't stop this.

But maybe... we can do something to channel it.

Use it for good.

It could never be good.

Son, there are people out there who do really bad things.

Terrible people.

And the police can't catch them all.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

You're saying they deserve it.

That's right.

But of course you have to learn how to spot them.

how to cover your tracks.

But I can teach you.

Dad.

It's okay, Dex.

You can't help what happened to you.

But you can make the best of it.

Remember this forever.

You are my son.

You are not alone, and you are loved.

Preparation is vital.

No detail can be overlooked.

And the ritual is intoxicating.

Duct tape, rubber sheets, necessary tools of the trade,

You can't bullshit me, Dex.

Help me out.

Like, why do I still have some interviewing hookers?

It's a waste of time.

Deb, if he was interrupted, think.

Jesus Christ, right.

Because then how do you have time to wrap all the pieces?

She's dumber than the boat, people.

Throw her a fucking raft.

But now we have a fourth body, and the cuts were different.

And that's telling us a story.

The ritual is changing.

He's looking for some kind of inspiration.

He's not finding it.

So he keeps doing it until he gets it right.

I could be wrong.

So how the hell was your date with Rita last night?

Great.

You should try it sometime.

You need a life.

Well, find me a guy I can trust.

I need a transfer to homicide, bro.

Then we'll see about a life.

I understand that.

And certainly wouldn't sound better for the kids to say mommy's on homicide.

Don't make me hit you.

Fine.

Then we could talk about more little Morgans, nephews and nieces.

What's wrong with that?

You sound like mom.

I just... Tell me what you know about cell crystallization.

What do you mean?

I heard the coroner say it last night.

He was talking about that dead... Headless chick.

Run, you got that look in your eye.

I was there before you.

And...

I noticed this body looked different than the other ones.

The pieces were cold.

They were like meat-packing cold, so...

Is that what self-realization means?

My God, why didn't I think of that?

It's beautiful.

Dex, what are you thinking?

Sorry, I don't...

It makes sense.

Cold.

It slows the flow of blood.

Why the hell is that important?

It's just a feeling.

That's not good enough.

Come on, I gotta show LaGuardia and her boys.

They're making fun of me.

They're...

Seeing the only way I can close the case is on my back.

I gotta get out of ice.

Dex, please, you gotta... Refrigerated truck.

What the fuck are you talking about?

A refrigerated truck.

He wants a cold environment to slow the flow of blood.

Clean and mobile so he can dump the garbage afterwards.

So I'm looking for a refrigerated truck now.

Probably a stolen one.

You think there are a lot of stolen trucks out there?

You nuts.

Miami.

Choir.

Kids.

Why don't you do something?

Just 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 okay.

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.

How about we get started?

You ready?

I'm gonna shame this bitch.

Just state your case clean and easy and you'll be the hero.

Okay.

Settle down.

Now, has anyone tracked down our witness?

Oh, come on, people.

Someone needs to find something here.

Uh, Lieutenant LaGuardia?

Oh, Officer Morgan.

I didn't recognize you with your clothes on.

Um, I have an idea.

Something in a different direction.

An idea?

Well, please share it with us.

Um...

Cell crystallization.

Excuse me?

A little more confidence, please.

Um... On the last victim, I'd like to check and see if any refrigerated trucks have been stolen in the last... week or so.

Refrigerated trucks like ice cream trucks?

Um... No.

Not ice cream trucks, a refrigerated vehicle that could cause that kind of tissue damage.

A refrigerated truck that is mobile, so he'll be harder to catch.

Refrigerated truck that might give us a lead.

That's very interesting, very creative.

Let's keep looking for the witness, OK?

We know that he or she is out there.

The forensic evidence, the interrupted cut proves that there was an eyewitness.

Now, somebody out there saw something.

So let's concentrate on finding that person, OK?

But just keep talking to all your hookers.

Let's hope for today.

The only reason I'm in here is because the captain said they had to let me in.

But he didn't say they had to listen to you.

Well, right again.

So say adios to my career.

I'm gonna die a meter, mate.

Stop it.

Deb, there's another way.

Find the truck.

Excuse me, Dexter.

My office, please.

What the fuck?

Are you boning her?

No.

Oh, my God.

Deb, wait.

Shut up.

Ugh.

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.

Jaworski's been coming here for weeks.

Likes to steal all the copper plumbing.

There's good money in that.

No security guards.

That's good.

talk talk what do you mean i think you know what i mean no oh god talk to me about jane saunders okay i did her how in a movie it's not film but i'm not sorry of course not no i'm not sorry either

Hello?

Hey.

I'm sorry.

I mean, I'm sorry about the other night, but... Look, Dex, I really need to see you, so can you... Can you come by later?

Just for, like, a little while.

I mean, I just...

I'm really... What are you doing now?

I'm just finishing up a little project, but I'll come by later.

Okay, bye.

All in all, it was a good night.

One less amateur filmmaker polluting the internet.

No way.

Give us a minute.

Hang in there.

This will teach me to tailgate.

Let's go over this gun.

I'm all yours.

So, all the ICE trucks in Miami.

Bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

Sure, during business hours, but this time of night, a truck like that sticks out.

And you followed it?

That's right.

And you never saw the driver?

Just high beams and a flying head.

So then he must have already had the head with him in the front seat.

Huh.

That's weird.

Why would he keep it there?

I don't know, see if you could use a carpool lane.

It just seems odd.

Your sister has this ice truck theory, and then here you are to back it up.

She's good, Lieutenant.

You should give her a chance.

You know, you should call me Maria.

I'll tell you who's good.

You are.

Doak's picked up the kill and the cokehead murders.

You were right.

I was her boyfriend.

Of course, Doug still hates you.

Of course.

Tell me, Dexter.

How'd you get to be so smart?

Lots of sleep.

Is it okay if I fill out that report tomorrow?

Sure thing.

You're tired.

Good night, Lieutenant.

I'll catch you later.

Dex.

It's been a while.

I'm sorry.

I mean, I was worried.

I didn't know what to do.

I called in sick.

I mean... Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I was just...

I'm sorry.

There was another, you know... Well, the kids slept over next door.

Okay.

Would you like to come in?

Okay.

I don't want to lose you, Dax.

Okay, sure.

And...

I want you.

I mean... Oh.

Okay.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Mmm.

It could be the kids.

Better get it then.

Hello?

Cody.

Cody, stop crying, sweetie.

All right.

I'll come get you.

Cody just threw a ball over Colleen's couch.

I gotta go get him.

Tell me we're okay.

Better than.

Go be a good mom.

Okay, that was close.

I'll admit, making out with Rita was... interesting.

But if I don't keep a lid on this, it could be the end of us.

I suppose I should be upset, even feel violated, but I'm not.

No.

In fact, I think this is a friendly message, kind of like, hey, want to play?

And yes, I want to play.

I really, really do.

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