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00:48:57
Michael C. Hall, Jennifer Carpenter, David Zayas
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The fuck are we doing in this hellhole?
...of a smash-and-grab lowlife by the name of Andrew Briggs.
Why would Galuzzo be such a slob everywhere else but here?
Harrison, did you eat a whole box of popsicle?
Maybe a grudge against Vogel will be harder to hide.
My assistant will explain the retainer and payment schedule...
...C, active resistance, D, active evasion?
How many times have you shown up at a crime scene smelling like booze?
- Is she still in the interrogation room? - Yeah.
I keep deodorant in my desk.
I'll take a bourbon, neat. Thank you.
You still keep a stash of gum in here?
Watch the hallway.
My tummy hurts.
Maybe you could just cut me some slack?
He's definitely a butcher. But does that make him the Brain Surgeon?
A, active aggression, B, physical resistance...
Are you trying to make me look like an asshole?
I got your brother on my ass about taking the sergeant's test.
...of a smash-and-grab lowlife by the name of Andrew Briggs.
And in the meantime, what if he comes for me?
What we think is the shooter approached the vehicle from behind.
No judgement, no judgement.
Did the real Brain Surgeon restage the crime scene...
...he insist that you only kill bad people.
...and he threaten to hurt me if ever I told anyone that he was.
Jamie, I swear to you, there is nothing going on between me and Deb.
He would've realise that he'd been institutionalised...
You could have expose us both.
So if Galuzzo read your book and recognise his story--
The thing that I regret happened six months ago.
She sacrifice everything she believed in for you.
He propose. I said no.
Mrs. Gerard, I assure you, we're always very careful--
At his hearing, I argue for leniency...
Dexter, you admit to being the cause of her pain.
I'm sorry, Dexter, to have drag you into this.
I'll run tests at the lab, but I'm guessing this tissue belong to Sussman.
I destroy Deb.
- It'll knock the hang right out. - How do you know I'm hung over?
He got one more shot off, and that bullet was trace to Estrada's gun.
What am I suppose to think?
But at least when I was spin out, I had a reason.
He shot first. It was a through and through. Bullet was never recovered.
...I actually appreciate walking into familiar territory.
Oh, mother shit.
Why don't we go someplace quiet where we can talk?
...the belief that she could have somehow prevented what happened.
Formerly known as.
Is she fucking kidding? That's obviously her husband.
Apparently, El Sapo was a suspect in the stabbing...
It was worth the risk. He's definitely hiding something.
...but when I eventually got him to admit he'd been lying...
Still no leads. I've been going back and forth with Fort Lauderdale P.D.
- But not always, right? - No, certainly not always.
Previously on Dexter:
You're exactly what you need to be.
...and they can move on with their stupid, fucking boring lives...
Maybe he finally found his conscience, couldn't live with what he did.
What we think is the shooter approached the vehicle from behind.
But you can't keep taking on your sister's problems, especially right now.
I'm putting you up for sergeant, and you show up late?
You almost got a DUI?
Several, actually.
I don't think they're getting along, you know, and she's a friend.
Selfless love is hard enough for typical people.
- Okay. - I'll call you later.
They kept me out of the drunk tank, though.
God, we're not sleeping together, if that's what you're implying.
She's likely suffering from posttraumatic stress disorder...
It's the occipital lobe.
Physically evasive movements to defeat an officer's attempt to control is:
Interior insular cortex is missing, just like the last one.
He's irresponsible, unpredictable...
I'm frightened. He's escalating, and we're left to play catch-up.
...but it can help with a favourable divorce settlement.
- That's what I was telling her. - Not an uncommon response.
I'll take a bourbon, neat. Thank you.
I think the operative word is "almost."
- What do you mean, you had a reason? - You, dumb-ass.
You've got a keen eye, my friend.
Does he know who I am? Is he trying to get rid of me?
So nervous.
Well, yes. You're in a car, drunk, with an open container.
- ...maybe even violent. - I can handle her.
- It's just so unusual. - It's really not a good time.
...and they can move on with their stupid, fucking boring lives...
Is everything okay?
Why don't we go someplace quiet where we can talk?
He's aware of me now, not just you.
You probably heard of the author. She's pretty famous.
It's rare that someone can fool me like that.