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00:56:08
Michael C. Hall, Jennifer Carpenter, David Zayas
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My cellmate seems nice.
If you test it, you'll find traces of aconite on the end.
We've got her stabilised. We're waiting for a doctor.
Then she's down on all fours, crawling away...
I'll use her gun to shoot Estrada in his puncture wound.
Sweetie, Hannah had to go away, but that doesn't mean...
Should auld acquaintance be forgot?
Twenty-six stab wounds, the first pierced her heart.
Hang on, sweetheart.
...and help me find the creep who did this.
You are a liar and a killer.
Bullshit. You don't have any friends.
Like a fucking lizard on ice.
She's having some sort of seizure.
...and you could say I had reasonable suspicion.
I just checked with Estrada's parole officer.
Crazy. Thinks he's some philosopher or some shit.
Go ahead and get her an MRI. Make sure it's with contrast.
- Dexter, don't say another word. - That's enough, sergeant.
...he was doing his final forensics sweep on the church.
No, you're not gonna put on a diaper and come out as Baby New Year.
Stand down, lieutenant. Dexter's my prisoner, you're family.
...he was doing his final forensic sweep on the church.
If he resurface, LaGuerta gets wind of it--
You betray me, this department, everybody around you.
- Tell them what you told me. - I reran the blood on the shirt...
Miss McKay, you are remand to the state of Florida...
- Get another one. - She stumble, her body turning.
My client plead not guilty.
Hannah dissolve the pills into Deb's water...
Destroying any evidence that he was stab.
...that even remotely resemble an ass.
For an instant, my real life bled into my fake life...
Because Hector Estrada butcher your mother in front of you.
This got lump into his personal belongings.
I swear to God, Dexter...
Arlene, you owe me. I took care of that counsellor for the both of us...
If the pen disappear, so can we.
He slice her carotid artery.
She poison you while she was at your house last night?
Twenty-six stab wounds, the first pierce her heart.
At least until the dust settle with this LaGuerta thing.
First, Lt dump him, now his prostitute killer seems to have gone missing.
After I defend you against him.
...until the killer grab her and flips her over.
- What the hell's going on? - Jesus. LaGuerta arrest Morgan.
...that even remotely resembles an ass.
The killer's behind her now, stabbing her in the back repeatedly.
Hector has nowhere else to turn.
Somehow Dexter figured out I was watching him.
Somewhere along the line, the fake life...
It's definitely Hector Estrada's, but after going over it...
Because she was trying to keep us apart.
Previously on Dexter:
...and yet you know exactly what your brother is.
But earlier today, you said you didn't catch anything.
Sometimes it only takes a moment to reveal who we really are.
- LaGuerta. - She fucking set me up.
But Deb. I can't leave her behind.
Now, this is a kill I've been looking forward to for a long time.
It recently got sent to me, so...
She almost caught me trying to kill Estrada on the docks.
I get 10 minutes outside.
Or is the law just something that you make up as you go along?
...is punishment enough.
I'll call you later.
- You carried it too far. - Then say that.
We can go to Argentina and be together always.
Everyone else may have bought your little victim routine in there...
Say that due to my overzealous nature as a police officer...
Should auld acquaintance be forgot?
1500 cds, supercharged.
He slices her carotid artery.
What I put your brother through was negligent and unforgivable.
- No, but look. I can-- - It's a rhetorical question.
...you continued on this reckless course.
It's releasing more blood in thick arterial spurts...
Still unconscious, but seizures have stopped.
That we found definitive proof that Doakes was the Bay Harbor Butcher.
You're, like, invisible.
Maybe we should just get rid of the body. We make it look like a suicide.
Last time I checked it's innocent until proven guilty.
Still, I'm curious.
Your desperate need to believe the James Doakes you knew...
I've never seen someone so excited about a crime scene before.
For an instant, my real life bled into my fake life...
That's a weird coincidence.
Things got a little rough and the arresting officers broke his nose.
...I overlooked some loose ends on Travis Marshall's death.
..."you have the right to remain silent.
It's releasing more blood in thick arterial spurts...
Jamie, just take Harrison to his room. It's okay.