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00:53:30
Michael C. Hall, Jennifer Carpenter, David Zayas
49
Hold on. You're no choirboy, but I know you wouldn't sink that low.
When do you get the results for the exhumation?
- The horse tranquilizer? - The sex part.
Certainly better than the swill I've choked on of late.
This blood spatter points to a killer other than Wayne Randall.
What better than "Lab tech seduced by femme fatale?"
If it's there, the tox screen will find it. The hard part is getting permission.
You know, the jogger who was killed near Matheson Park.
I administered CPR until the paramedic showed up...
Now I know why the blood work on the Wayne Randall spree was so spotty.
...or he'll say that I'm a murderer.
They found the discrepancies.
Actually, can I get a double scotch, neat, please?
I administered CPR until the paramedics showed up...
The Koshka Brotherhood has a mole inside.
You didn't kill Viktor out of vengeance.
He's not gonna pick crust out of his eye without us knowing.
Hannah's the next of kin, and I doubt she's gonna sign off on it.
Excuse me. Bottled brew for the lady.
What better than "Lab tech seduced by femme fatale?"
Think I'm some fucking asshole, one of your bag men?
They fucked up the sewage line to contaminate the crime scene.
Okay, wait for the medical examiner to get here, okay?
I could have the body exhume, test it for aconite.
Separate the elements, and you negate the reaction.
I want to write the authorise biography of Hannah McKay.
What better than "Lab tech seduce by femme fatale?"
The more you linger, the greater the chance of being caught.
He accuse me of sloppy work on the Wayne Randall case.
Certainly better than the swill I've choke on of late.
So I stab her.
The man thrive on stories, and I've just given him a great twist.
You see, I know what motivate me.
...with a shitload of murder, or you chew on that straw.
- I fudge the blood report. - The void pattern on this body...
...I found myself plague with a nagging question.
This is a loan, you asshole. I'm gonna pay you back.
He threaten to put me in his book.
...and I erase his research on you.
I'm gonna put a tail on him 24/7 until his travel visa expire.
...against Isaak Sirko just disappear from our own police station?
...and crush his skull with a fire extinguisher.
I administer CPR until the paramedics showed up...
Yeah, you're right, I suppose I should be a little more freak out.
- Don't worry about it. - I warn you about the Koshkas.
The woman was scream like crazy.
My theory on the barrel girl killers went nowhere.
A man you barely knew for what, less than three months?
Dexter, if this case falls apart and Isaak walks...
- You broke into my apartment? - No, I very carefully picked your lock.
- This can't be right. - M.E. ran it twice.
Certainly better than the swill I've choked on of late.
Previously on Dexter:
Not exactly. I only go after killers.
So, what, this whole date thing was just to get me alone so you can kill me?
Sometimes life just has to be taken. There's no need to dress it up.
You're a fucking good one, I'll give you that.
Forty year olds don't just drop dead of a heart attack.
Unless the next of kin specifies otherwise.
Especially since the case had been solved.
Quinn, can I talk to you outside?
- Wrap them up in plastic? - I don't actually go out.
You know, as a blood spatter analyst, I'm kind of a storyteller myself.
The Koshka Brotherhood has a mole inside.
Which means Sirko will be free soon.
- Can I tag along, for the interview? - No.
- I wouldn't get my hopes up. - They do not pay us enough for this.
We can find who's responsible later.
I do expect a few free meals, though.
Miami is still overcrowded, by one.
...I found myself plagued with a nagging question.
...in the unsolved murder of Christy Lawson.
Maybe the evidence just got misplaced.
Along with your unborn baby?
It's gonna be awkward enough without some goofy writer hovering over us.
No, it looks like it was deliberate, Deb.
Was it making you feel trapped?
Actually, can I get a double scotch, neat, please?
This blood is from a defensive wound.
The interview might have gotten a little heated.
If I get rid of it, it'll cripple his book.
As far as Price knows, I'm an innocent lab geek in over his head.
God knows I haven't had a decent seller in years.
How in the hell does the most crucial piece of evidence...
I was surprised. I didn't think Hannah wanted kids.
If that's true, we're totally fucked. We gave her immunity.
There's something weird.
...but I'm convinced Wayne was the sole killer.
- You all right? - I'm okay.
Am I even capable of this?
- How long have you been seeing her? - What do you want to keep quiet?
These men are dangerous.