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00:56:44
Michael C. Hall, Jennifer Carpenter, David Zayas
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...than these other leering cretin and yet the net result is the same.
Put a BOLO out on Speltzer but there's nothing yet.
You're under arrest. The DNA swab isn't optional.
Did you know that the greatest mezzo-soprano...
I just got a call. The bouncer from the Fox Hole, Tony Rush...
...went on a three-state killing spree that ended here in Miami.
All the murderer I've helped you catch...
Hey. You're not gonna be stripper your whole life, right?
...but there's one irritation I can get rid of.
...Viktor Baskov and their business dealings.
Christ on a fucking cracker, Dexter.
An alarm is going off inside my lizard brain.
...to set up his fucked-up maze.
All right, I'm just gonna get a quick swab from your cheek.
I hate this guy's gut.
I'm sorry, I'm a sergeant and this is Dexter Morgan.
Doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves in the meantime.
House was a foreclosure that he broke into...
...or is this the ritual he goes through before he kills?
- Copy that. Good night, lieutenant. - Good night.
I'm definitely picking up a chill in her voice.
- I have to watch you, Dexter. - Why? When I had the urge to--
How do you know the detective wasn't lying about the bracelet?
Well, you will not be disappoint. I make the best mojito in Miami.
...you stab me in the fucking back?
You lure me here.
...make sure he's tuck in for the night.
...with ties to organise crime so I wouldn't count on anybody...
- What are you talking about? - He shave his head today.
Ray Speltzer. Just parole for assault.
Do not fuck with me on this, or I swear to God...
Ann Feig disappear after a date with Speltzer.
...and letting me know if you recognise anything?
If it bother me, I'd be growing cacti.
- I remind you of a dirty cat? - No, no.
Seems like he's in for the night. We just got dispatch on a 211.
Dexter? He broke into your apartment and he stole your porno?
...till he got settle someplace away from the law.
It's something that I have to live with for the rest of my life and I deserve that.
He was dump in the ocean like a load of garbage.
...and when he was arrest for Nina Fleischer's murder.
You fucked up, didn't you? You did. You screw the pooch.
This pretty face belong to Wayne Randall.
...or festoon a thong with neatly fold dollar bills.
The one who suicide out there on the highway.
You should not get involve with the Koshka Brotherhood.
...till he got settled someplace away from the law.
It was mailed to me anonymously, probably by your hooker.
...or festoon a thong with neatly folded dollar bills.
One tightly wrapped young woman's T-shirt.
I was wondering if you'd like to go outwith me sometime.
...but basically, Speltzer is setting off an alarm...
Well, you can't change the way you think overnight.
He probably has it and is hiding out somewhere.
I'm definitely picking up a chill in her voice.
...so if Baskov is still in the U.S., he's gone way underground.
...that I will not kill Speltzer until I am absolutely sure that he is guilty.
Well, you certainly are confident.
Previously on Dexter...
- So we're both here just killing time. - Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing.
Please refund my money immediately."
Now I would appreciate it if you would both just leave me alone.
I'm not so sure. Sometimes I think he knew me better than I know myself.
- You are so fucking fired. - Vince. You gotta--
I'm finally out of my cage.
Trash that would otherwise be left to putrefy.
- Are we done? - Not quite.
His head had been recently shaved...
Yeah, I'm almost done.
- ...getting too talkative. - She's still staring. Is she mad at you?
There's some circumstantial stuff.
She's got me penned in like a caged animal.
He said it was some sentimental items and would I hold it for him...
Which is a lot more lucrative than the tits-and-ass business, Nadezhda.
Nice boat, you arrogant asshole.
Ironic, isn't it? We're both here for a different reason...
He'd be so ashamed if he knew what I do to make money.
We're frustrated.
I feel trapped, like there's no escape.
He's a forensic analyst.
The club's owned by Ukrainian business interests...
And nothing better happen to that bald piece of shit over there.
...but there's one irritation I can get rid of.
You're making me nervous. Why don't you sit down?
He was lingering inside a mausoleum, treating it like it was sacred ground.
I think I drunk-ordered from the Hustler store and that never turns out well.
Careful. The leaves are sharp.
That girl would be alive. But he's out there, free to kill again.
- ...getting too talkative. - She's still staring. Is she mad at you?
Maybe there's something else out there for me. Something new and exciting.
And an animal is never more dangerous than when it's backed into a corner.
Sit tight. I'll be right back.