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00:49:29
Michael C. Hall, Jennifer Carpenter, David Zayas
105
Why would a blood spatter analyst
You want me to put you at unease?
Well, then you don't need a snitch. You need a fuckin' slut.
Nice watch. Knockoff?
He's offering up an alibi for Hines and another suspect.
You'd make a shitload more money on all fours than you do as a cop, mamita.
All I keep getting is reassurance, reassurance.
Well, you know what? It smells like armpit in here and I got a lot of work to do.
He's an informant from my days in Narcotics.
I've gone through every scum-sucking ball sack of a pimp I know,
- OK, but... - (Man) Sarge!
Strong family resemblance.
into family keepsake albums, along with relevant journaling.
Yeah, fucker are on the career-maker of the year.
If my first stab at Freebo had gone as planned,
- Ramon and his temper. - Yeah, I remember.
All right, Teegan, tell me where your homicidal beau might be.
I sold a kidney to get it. I'll show you the scar sometime.
I had an ulterior motive for inviting you here tonight.
- Hey. - Congratulations. The shrine worked.
He was a drunk and a bastard but he had a distinctive chin.
I've gone through every scum-sucking ball sack of a pimp I know,
Caffeine fix.
every whack-out hooker. You are my last-ditch ass-fucked effort!
Then last Sunday, you choke the life out of her.
another one smack you in the face.
Zenith Zoysia. Thrives in warm weather.
- Except the tattoo peel off her shoulder. - Coroner says not a tattoo.
borrow a cellphone...
Your pal, Freebo. The dealer you got bust with two years ago.
Well, you know what? It smell like armpits in here and I got a lot of work to do.
Body dump near the waterfront stroll. Shocker.
I've mess up a lot. But in my darkest hours, Auri's my light.
They nail this Freebo guy and they're golden.
that belong to Freebo's mother.
I suspect that's Lincoln Lane?
We're suppose to see hope in children.
Unless you were lying.
- Thank you. I'd appreciate it. - But you should stay.
I bought all this shit off my manicurist.
Got the call. I'm getting publish.
I could have surprise you.
and escape on a state police screw-up.
I promise Rita I'd be back in an hour.
and I think Astor and Cody prove that I'm pretty damn good at it.
I doubt that.
- Not even remotely. - Good.
Backward. I don't even think Jane was a hooker.
I sold a kidney to get it. I'll show you the scar sometime.
and I think Astor and Cody prove that I'm pretty damn good at it.
Besides, he's seen my face.
I was too personally involved to see it clearly.
Oh, this fuckin' paperwork's gonna take forever.
whose guilt I wasn't absolutely certain of.
Ho pad indeed.
Previously on Dexter...
You home alone here, Zack?
Sometimes lists are easier for me.
I'm fucking desperate! All right?
What she left behind will talk to me, guide me to him.
All right, people. We're gonna be working late on this.
(Sighs) Actually, I'm getting sleepy.
I need to check out Teegan's place as soon as I can get out of here.
You getting along with the new boss man?
Far as I can tell, without that, you've got nothing.
Freebo's still out there killing. We've got to catch him fast.
Together.
Something I'm good at, usually.
And it's hard to let somebody else handle Oscar's case.
I had an ulterior motive for inviting you here tonight.
I can't afford an unsolved, and I've got fuck-all on this.
It's reassuring to know I'm not the only one at sea.
Give you some spending money for, uh, extracurricular activities.
You know, as friends. It's long overdue.
Plausible deniability.
(Sighs) Oh, this is frustrating and disappointing.
(Sighs) Oh, this is frustrating and disappointing.
How certain are you that this bastard Freebo will be found?
It's uncomfortable, isn't it?
Detached garage. Perfect place for a kill room.
You seem uncertain.
I get spotted with you, no more trusty CI.
He was a drunk and a bastard but he had a distinctive chin.
Petunia, you are the dumb whore on this stroll.
- We're gonna get rid of the evidence. - No. No!
Reassurances make me nervous.
But if Hines is innocent, Miguel...
I'm fucking desperate! All right?
Stretch marks. Saggy boobs.
Look at the lawn. It's so thick. Be a great place for kids to play.
If it hadn't been for Freebo, Oscar would still be alive,
Their parents must be proud.