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00:57:41
Michael C. Hall, Jennifer Carpenter, David Zayas
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The spatter pattern suggests the victim fell on her back.
I talked to your morn, Patricia. Is she home?
I believe he may have referred to you as a douche bag.
Looks like it was a deep cut, forearm maybe.
But I like having a chauffeur.
When you begin a stalk, you start with what you know.
There was the briefest flicker of hesitation there.
The bartender that blew his brains out?
Nothing's changed much since their spree.
...and according to every stripper I interviewed...
There were seashells embedded in the plaster in the walls.
...he's probably first to see the attacker, first to respond.
...I would recognise it, but so much of that time is just a blur, you know?
I found his fingerprint at the scene.
You understand the need for vengeance.
...Wayne shot a gas station attendant in Ashford, Alabama.
He might be watching the precinct, your home.
Lieutenant, are the cuff necessary?
Everyone was concentrating on the bride and groom. I slipped in and out.
He's just a jerk who works for Miami Metro Homicide.
- Am I getting the axe? - You are if you don't get out of my way.
From here on out, I'll face the depths by myself.
When that party official saw the hatred in his eyes...
Oh, you misunderstand me.
...so I nab him after a reception.
There were seashells embed in the plaster in the walls.
...a woman stab her husband after fixing him a sandwich.
...resented the fact that everyone admire him...
I had a lab analyse a blood slide that I found at the abandon church.
- He got angry and slash at me. - Bullshit.
That toy isn't bringing back memories of being scare.
I swear everything got better.
And that was the moment I realise that I don't wanna be a part of this.
Viktor Baskov disappear.
Anyone here that you recognise?
...because she knows how slam you are.
...and killing me somehow settle the score?
Because it smell like a setup.
He forced me to dig those holes and every time that I dug one of them...
The attacker grab the nearest weapon, hit his victim over the head...
So you got arrest. There'll be a trial. You'll go to prison for a long time.
...and celebrate in front of city hall with all the others.
The blood on my boat belong to...
I was always chasing you.
...he was hung in front of the council chambers.
I'll deal with this. I don't want you involve.
- One brutally efficient killer. - Jesus, fuck.
We had a conversation that ended rather abruptly, yes.
When he returned to Kiev afterwards, some fat, little party official...
...and killing me somehow settles the score?
Obviously you don't know, Dexter, because this is normal for you.
He definitely pulled the trigger.
It took me forever to wrap my brain around the idea...
Isaak. I knew you would show up eventually.
...make sure you never leave the same way twice.
And certainly not used to their sworn enemies walking in.
Previously on Dexter...
...that night at the church wasn't exactly by the playbook.
I work alone.
...we're looking at perhaps a 6-inch knife.
But trust me, this is not fucking normal for me, not at all.
Mom would finally know he's not coming home.
It's not from Viktor. I never leave a mess behind.
We're on course, moving forward.
"Till death do us part" didn't quite work out for these guys.
Well, it's a little fucking late for that.
Everybody outside. Let's let Dexter and Masuka do their thing.
- You think you're very clever. - I do, actually, yes.
I'm kind of tied up with something right now.
A charred blood slide containing the blood of one Travis Marshall.
- Your dedication is admirable. - Deb, you don't have to talk like that.
Someone with a different knife who was inexperienced.
And certainly not used to their sworn enemies walking in.
...as the resulting war between rival heroin dealers.
Numerous shallow wounds...
There are defensive wounds on the arms and the hands.
...leaving a passive spatter stain on the victim's dress.
...until Wayne was able to inflict this, the fatal wound.
Your friend Viktor kills an innocent woman and a cop...
We were desperate. No money, cops everywhere.
Seemed so sad that no one was gonna eat it.
Increase in vocal volume, indicating emotional dissonance.
What if the Bay Harbor Butcher is still alive and at work?
Deb, you know that night wasn't my usual scenario.
This is fucking fantastic.
Numerous shallow wounds...
- One brutally efficient killer. - Jesus, fuck.
...her hand slipped along the edge of the sharp blade...
There was the brief flicker of hesitation there.
...sharing our first sexual experience.
I understand how difficult this is for you, but if you'll excuse me...
He was a patient man.