01x06 - Return to Sender

Previously on "Dexter"...

No blood -- What a beautiful idea.

Brother, I just found the f*cking ice-truck.

It is my new friend.

When he broke into my apartment, he took some time to get to know me --

My life, my secrets.

Paul doesn't live here anymore.

No sh1t. He's in jail. But...

See, he still owes me for two ounces of blow, which means you owe me.

The coyote wanted more money, and I didn't have it.

Poor bastards --

Spend their life savings, get stuffed into a fishhold.

They can't pay...

They disappear.

Jorge Castillo --

The only suspect even remotely close to the park where Yelina was supposed to drop the money.

Excuse me. Private yard.

Sorry, I just assumed you were Cuban.

American, pal, just like you.

Just like me.

Coño. Come on.

Get back in there, you Cuban piece of sh1t.

They're even better-matched than I thought.

f*cking animals.

God bless America.

Taking the extra time to kill Valerie may have been ill-advised.

My life has always been a sequence of carefully planned moments.

But sometimes you just have to take a risk.

Life is so fleeting, so fragile.

Every breath the potential to be our last.

You ready?

Can I have my cereal now?

We all grieve in our own way.


I prefer the 6-year-old approach.

Yet another I've sent to a watery grave.

Well, not quite.

Hey, what about this one?

I want angel cake.

So how'd it go?

Bob the goldfish -- May he rest in peace.

Thanks for coming over and taking care of this for me.

Dead stuff...

I know.

Well, go have a seat.

Your treat for coming over early is on its way.

I don't get birthdays -- The party, the song.

Celebrating another year just being alive feels... forced.

That one! That's the one I want.

Coconut it is.

I hate coconut.

You've never had coconut.

It's dispatch.

I might have to settle for toast to go.


Sure, what's the location?

I'll be right there.

The crime scene.

My crime scene.

I shouldn't have killed them both. I didn't have enough time.

A footprint, a microscopic drop of blood --

What did I leave behind?


Nice place setting, huh? We're running her prints now.

It had to be him. He's watching me.


Good. I.D. the victim.

You find anything else?

That ain't enough?

Any eyewitnesses?

Just do your job. Worry about the blood.

You gonna answer that?

This tin can smells like ass. The sooner you get busy, the sooner we can finger who did this.

You heard the man.

He dove 100 feet to bring up the body.

He's getting back at me for not killing that security guard.

Please tell me this wasn't the ice-truck killer.

I've got the press sniffing outside already.

No, it's not his M.O.

We got an I.D. -- Valerie Castillo.

And guess this. Her husband, Jorge, owns the salvage yard.

Then, try and track him down.

Sir, we found something.

You got anything?

No bruising.

Nothing under her nails.

She didn't put up a fight.

If she was killed here, which I doubt, whoever did it was a real pro.

Under normal circumstances, I'd take that as a compliment.


She's clean.

This trailer -- That's another matter.

I don't even want to know what some of those stains are.

Yo, Dex, I think I found something.

Zoom in on this, will you?

I'm kind of low on batteries here.

Dude, it'll take, like, two seconds.

Yo, what's up with you today? You're throwing off my Chi.

You're not Chinese.

I'm not?

Look, right here.

Does that look like a needle mark to you?

It's more like a bug bite, blemish maybe.

Yeah... I guess.

I'll let the coroner bag her.

I'm hungry.

This ain't no auto garage.

Oh! Oh, god. Oh, I didn't need to see that.

You never seen a latrine before, Morgan?

Yeah, just not indoors.

Well, the army taught me a lot of things.

I feel a Desert Storm story coming on.

Digging holes for people to take a dump? That was most important.

I'm not really getting that.

It doesn't matter how many bars you got on your collar, Morgan.

Everybody's sh1t stinks.

Here we go.

We were partners a long time.

From the looks of things, Valerie Castillo's better half was knee-deep.

You like the husband for this?

It's always the husband.

What have you got?

It looks like a phone number and a name -- Mariel.

Call it in to Batista. He can run it down for us.

Sergeant Doakes!

We heard movement in the trunk.

I got it. I got it.

Padre nuestro que está en los cielos.

Santificado sea tu nombre. Venga tu reino.

Hágase tu voluntad en la tierra...

You all right, kid? Come on, man.


Subtle. Maybe you should cuff him.

Mi hijito, todo está bien. Te vamos a ayudar.

The noose is tightening.

This is how it ends -- In the hands of a 7-year-old?

Hey, Deb.

I usually like kids.

Who's the boy?

All we got so far is that he's Cuban and he seems to like Laguerta.

Spend enough time in a hot trunk, I guess she'd look good to anybody.

Did he... you know? see anything?

I'm not sure. He's pretty out of it.

Social services is on the way.

You okay? You got a whole brow thing going on.

Morgan, bring some water!

I love her.

Maybe I should spend some time in a hot trunk, too.

My neat little world of lies is crumbling all around me, and I can't tell a soul, especially not Deb.

Deb, we've been through this.

But I have my books. I mean, I could just stay in the car...

...or I can walk with you guys.

I promise I'll be quiet. You won't even know I'm there.

The pheasants will know you're there.

But Dexter was my age when --

Deb, that's enough.

The Logans are waiting. Did you pack your swimsuit?


Good girl.

I want to see that backflip when we come home.

All right. Go on out to the car. We'll be there in a sec.

She does kind of have a point, dad.

What we do on these weekends your sister can never know about.

Keeping the truth from the people closest to you is how you'll survive...

...and how you'll protect them if anything ever goes wrong.

Guys, hurry up. You're gonna be late for school.

I'm headed to the store. Is there anything else you want for your party?

Balloons aren't much of a list.

It's okay. It don't need that other stuff. It's too expensive.

How about you let me worry about that stuff, okay?

It's your party. You can have whatever you want.


Hey, babe, it's me.

Go wait in the car.

What's wrong with mom?

She only gets that way when she's talking to dad.


I was able to track down that name Mariel with the number that you called in.

She's a Cuban refugee.

She's staying with cousins. I had a cop bring her in.

Why scratch the number in the floor?

Next of kin, in case something happened to her.

Guys like Castillo are ruthless. They prey on families.

He was holding Mariel and six others captive at a salvage yard.

That explains the garage.

And if the relatives don't pay the release fee, the coyote would dump their ass overboard.

Cocksuckers make me sick. Come on.

Mariel, estos son mis amigos que yo te dije.

Sargento Doakes y la detective Morgan. Puede sentar.

Mariel, when was the last time you saw Jorge Castillo?

¿Cuándo fue la ultima vez que tú viste a Jorge Castillo?

Cuando me encerró con los otros después de bajarnos del barco.

When he locked her and the other refugees up after pulling them from the boat.

No teníamos comida ni agua.

Un hombre trató de escapar. Jorge lo agarró y lo golpeó.

They went without food and water.

Some guy tried to escape, but he was beaten by Jorge.

How'd she get free?

¿Cómo escapó?

Alguien abrió la puerta al garaje. Y nos escapamos.

Somebody opened the door to the garage.

Cuando los agarren, espero que los hagan sufrir mucho, especialmente esa concha que nos trató como perro.

She said, "when we find them, to make them suffer for what they did, especially that concha that treated her like a dog.

Concha? Ah, got you.

f*ck me. The wife was in on it.

Ask if she knows the little boy social services picked up.

¿Y quién era el niño pequeño que estaba con usted?

¿Qué niño? Yo nunca vi un niño.

She never saw a boy.

No hair, no fibers, C.O.D. exsanguination -- So far, so good.

You're hovering.

Keep reading.

What am I looking for ?

Wait for it.

This is a prelim. I don't have time -- "M" f*cking 99.

Etorphine hydrochloride?

An animal tranquilizer more powerful than morphine.

It causes total paralysis.

That mark on her neck kept bugging me, so I ordered up a tox screen.

That's it. No more doughnuts for Masuka.

Dude, this stuff is strictly controlled.

The only way to get it is with a D.E.A. license.

I put a request in for the list.

I should have it for Doakes in the morning.


Yeah, baby.

I'm on that list, and eventually the alias I used will lead them back to me.


Hey, you.

Thank god you're there.

I really need to talk with someone.

Everything okay?

Paul called after you left.

Paul? Who's Paul?

My soon-to-be ex. He's already out of jail --

Overcrowding. Can you believe it?

Every time something goes just a little bit right, something like this happens. He wants to come to Astor's party.

What did you tell him?

I'd have to think about it.

But even if I say "no", he won't listen. He never does.

Can you -- Can you come over tonight?

I don't know, I'm kind of under the gun here, big case.

I shouldn't be dumping all this on you. I'm sorry.

No, don't be. Tell you what, I'll stop by if I can. I promise.

Okay. I'll keep a plate warm just in case.

Thanks. Bye.

Check the marinas. Find Jorge Castillo's boat.

We'll search the house.

Where's Laguerta?

Trying to bring that kid in for a sketch.


He told social services that some guy saved him from the bad lady.

Valerie Castillo?

It sounds like she got exactly what she had coming to her.

Personally, I'd shake this guy's hand.

Yeah, you say that now.

Found his passport.


I feel like I need a shower just looking at this douche bag.

Well, keep searching.

Phone records, bank accounts, credit cards.

Maybe the wife got greedy, and that's why he killed her.


This morning at the salvage yard, what was that thing by the car?

What thing?

Before you opened the trunk, you tried to cockblock me.

I was just looking out for my team.

I didn't see you looking out for Laguerta.

I would if she'd asked.

I didn't ask.


Next time, just get your ass shot.

It's possible our guy left town.

If he even did it.

What if we have a copycat killer?

That's a bit of a stretch, don't you think?

Just hear me out.

What if the person who killed Valerie Castillo was trying to bleed her out like the ice-truck killer but didn't know how?

She wasn't a hooker.

But she was killed someplace else, dumped and laid out in a ritualistic manner, just like all the others.

Except she wasn't in pieces.

But she had cuts on her neck.

I'm just saying, with all the media coverage on the ice-truck killer, it's possible.

What do you suggest, Morgan?

Let me work up a profile, just in case Jorge doesn't pan out.

Fine. Whatever.

That's the second time you've made that face. Who are you avoiding?

We got one more stop to make.

Nothing lasts forever.

Just ask a Ford Pinto.

Eventually, most serial killers get caught.

There's really not much of a retirement plan.

But it can't end like this. It's too soon.

I'm not ready.

He saw me.

What's this?

You've been asking who's been calling. My mom lives here.

Did you forget your laundry?

She's been on me to stop by for dinner. So I'm stoppin' by.

And here's the plan. We go in.

We eat. We out before the cheesecake. You got it?

I'm, what, your exit strategy?

Look, you can stay out here if you want.

That gives me a better excuse to leave earlier or...

...you can come in and have some free food. It's your call.


My sisters are here, too.

f*cking family reunion!

So this john comes out of nowhere. He's got me by the throat.

I can't reach around and get my gun and I see he has a nipple ring.

I rip that fucker out like it's a grenade pin.


Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Cop mouth.

We're used to it.

When James graces his family with this presence.

Some of us don't work at a bank.

Please, first words out of my baby brother's mouth were, "Got milk, m*therf*cker".

Oh, okay, now, that's enough, all of you.

That security guard on the news is gonna be all right?

If someone did a hatchet job on me like that, I'd cash it all in.

Yeah, Tony's doing okay.

The hospital's setting him up with some prosthetics.

I don't know, he's just got this spirit about him.

The guy's missing body parts because of this ice-truck killer asshole, and he's still hitting on me.

That's because men only think with one body part, and that one was not cut off.


Well, it's the damn truth.

Morgan, come on. We got a case to solve.

Oh, are you sure, honey? I got some cheesecake in the fridge.

Yeah. We're sure.

You know...

I would love some cheesecake bit.

You can wait in the car. That's your call.

He'll wait.

I'll do the dishes.

I'll help you.

Ooh, I'm sorry.

I wonder, in time, if they'll even remember me, other than the man who broke their mother's heart.

I'll be breaking their hearts, too.

He is their father.

They have a right to know he's been released, right?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah. Even if I tell Paul not to come, he'll show up here eventually.

I know him.

Everything's been going so good at work...

With you.

I don't know what to do.

He's really got a hold on you, doesn't he?

Paul always had a temper, but when he was using...

He said if I...

...left, he would find us and hurt the kids.

Somehow, I thought that by staying, I was protecting them.

Cody doesn't remember the worst of it, but...


She was the one who called the police the last time.

She was protecting me.

You're not that woman anymore.

You're stronger than that now.

If their dad shows up, we'll deal with it together.

Dad's coming home?

Can he sleep in my room, mom? Can he, mom?

I shouldn't even be here.

Rita will be devastated if I'm arrested.

Her husband was a crackhead, her boyfriend's a serial killer.

It's kind of hard not to take that personally.

Better get inside, son. Storm's on its way.

Why didn't you tell me what you are, Dex?

Any last words?


I don't have bad dreams.

When I sleep, all of me sleeps.

Nothing ever goes bump in Dexter's night.

I've never felt a moment of remorse, doubt, regret.

What's happening to me?

If my back wasn't against the wall, I'd almost feel guilty for hacking into Masuka's e-mail.

Once I got past all the p0rn, it was easy.

And there I am.

Dr. Patrick Bateman -- So wholesome, so inconspicuous.

Harry would frown upon destroying evidence, but he never wanted me to get caught, either.

What are you doing in here?

My computer went down.

I was just checking some e-mail.

Can you take a look at this for me?

Copycat killer?

I worked all night on that profile.

I'd like to give it to Laguerta, but I want to make sure it's good enough.

I'm honored. "The similar manner in which the victim's body was displayed suggests this killer "feels a connection to the ice-truck killer, "excited by what he's doing. "The cut on the victim's cheek, while not fatal, "appears to be a signature of sorts. "Because of the lack of evidence collected from the crime scene, "the suspect may be familiar "with law enforcement or forensics procedure."

Why'd you quit? You're getting to the good stuff.

Let me guess --

Single white male, mid-30s, lives alone, disconnected from his emotions.

It's a little textbook, don't you think?

But it totally fits this case.

You're trying to make it fit.

My advice?

Keep this to yourself.


Deb, you're new to Homicide. This blows up in your face, you've given Laguerta the excuse she's been looking for to send you back to Vice.


I'm on to something here. I feel it.

Like one of your hunches.

Way to have my back.

Where's your sister?

Debra! What the hell do you think you're doing?

How did you get into my cabinet?

You hide the key in the pantry...

...on the top shelf.

You and your brother know never to touch my guns unless it's under my direct supervision.

But I was being really careful! I mean, I was only shooting at the cans and the bottles.

And I'm really good, like Dexter, and now we can all go hunting together.

I'm disappointed in you, Debra.

Grab your things.

Thanks a lot.

Starting this morning, we have cadets from the academy going over every inch of the salvage yard.

Those days I don't miss.

The kid we found yesterday saw someone abduct Valerie Castillo from that yard.

Because he didn't recognize a photo of Jorge Castillo, Lieutenant Laguerta is bringing him in to attempt a sketch.

Come on, sweetheart.

Let's take the seatbelt off.

There you go. Come on.

Come on, sweetheart.

You want to go inside to see the nice lady?

Come on, sweetie. Let's go.

Thanks for bringing him by.

Hola, Oscar.

¿Tú quieres venir conmigo?

Normally, I wouldn't approve of something like this, but you've made quite an impression.

You have kids?


I was like him once --

A stranger in a strange place, left to grow up with strangers, all for a better life.

Well, police lieutenant -- I'd say you've done okay.

Any luck with the family?

No. He talks about an Uncle Roberto.

He just uses the first name.

Maybe we'll have some luck on our end.

I hope so.

I hate to send another one of these kids into foster care.

Thank you.

Bye, sweetheart.

Meanwhile, we'll follow up on the D.E.A. list of M-99 buyers.

That would include vets, doctors, animal control, even circuses.

Be thorough. Check everyone.

Masuka, what do we have on the home and the boat?

Still processing, sir.

If it turns up the husband is a dead end, then we're looking at a new suspect, folks.


Any ideas?

Don't do it, Deb.

The last thing I need right now is to be profiled for all of Miami metro.

We could be looking at someone who's inspired by the ice-truck killer. A copycat.

If so, the suspect is probably familiar with forensic procedures.

I have a profile. I'd be happy to show it to you.

I'll be in my lab.

Hello, Dex.


¿El hombre que viste era como yo o más delgado?

Mi hijito, está bien. Cuéntanos.

Cuéntanos lo que tú viste esa noche.

I'll be right back.


Está bien, me quedo aquí.

I forgot how much I loved pastelitos growing up.

He just needed a little reminder of home.

I was barely his age when I came over with my family.

I threw up the whole damn way.

¿Quieres más?


Go get the artist. I think somebody's ready.

Save me some.

No, dice que no.

Cinco no puede. Pero tres, sí.

No es 5, es 10.


Te digo que tú hablas con el señor cuando el venga, y entonces, sí, yo te doy 10, lo que tú quieras. 20.




Did you thank Mrs. Carrol for picking you up from school for me?


So, what do you think?

Everything okay?

You want to talk out it?

Holly, Blake, and Ashley said they can't come to my party.

Honey, that's not true.

I spoke with their moms last week.

It's all Cody's fault.

He couldn't keep his mouth shut about dad getting out of jail.

Did not!

You told everyone!

I have to know.


Thank god.

My arm's asleep.

How long have you two been like this?

Half an hour.

I was afraid I'd wake him if I moved.

At that age, when they're out, they're out.

You could brush his teeth, and he wouldn't wake up.

Here. Lift up his head. I'll slide this underneath.

Oh, thanks.

What are you doing here?

I'm waiting on some lab work. I had some time to kill.

Go ahead. We didn't get very far. He's so tired.

We're gonna pick it up again tomorrow.

It's only a matter of time before we know what this little guy saw.

If you, um... here.

You want help or not?

I have a hair or something stuck on my lens.

Luckily, you're in good hands.

I traded my glasses in for contacts in high school.


Yeah. What I really needed was tits.

I had Winnie the Poohs on my bras until I was 16. As you can see, not a whole lot's changed since then.


Try not to blink, okay?

Okay, okay. I'll do it.

I'll do it.

Let me ask you something.

Your brother's adopted, right?

Yeah, my dad found him at a crime scene.

How did the department feel about Harry getting... personally involved in a case?

It didn't seem to be a problem. My parents never talked about it much.

Oh, but still, raising a boy, it's a lot of work, no?

Dex? God, no.

I got in more trouble than he did. He was the perfect one.

Here, I think I see it.

There's the b*st*rd.


Let me ask you a question.

Why do you have it in for me?

You're loud, you're impulsive, and you constantly question authority.

Fair enough.

I hear you have an interesting theory on --

Honey, what is it?


I'm sorry. It was an accident.

It's all right. These things happen.

Go get changed, and I'll fix the bed.


Is it okay if I didn't have my party?

It's only a matter of time before that boy finishes telling the police who he saw that night at the salvage yard --


Once the sketch is finished, there will be no place left to hide.

If I want any chance of survival, I have to get rid of it all.

I have to let go.

Alex Timmons -- Sniper.

Yes, I did it. Is that what you want to hear?

Gene Marshall -- Arsonist.

Have you ever watched someone burned alive?

Cindy Landon -- Black widow.

I'll f*ck you if you let me go.

Such fond memories of them all.

They all accepted their fate in their own way.

Now it's time for me to do the same.

Valerie Castillo -- My last victim.

He's not angry. That's not what this is about.

He's testing me.

I was wrong the whole time.

My playmate saw an opportunity to paint me into a corner to see if I'd find my way out, if I'd fight to survive.

If you have a well-preserved sample, transferring a dry drop of blood is relatively easy, almost as easy as it was lifting Jorge Castillo's fingerprints from his boat and putting them on this knife.

Just got off the phone with the FBI.

Now for the hard part.

I wanted to see what their computers would spit out.

I cross-referenced my profile with the ice-truck killer list.

11 new hits.

How about we hold off till we get a sketch, take it from there.

I know, I know. I want to get a head start on this.

We could look these over at lunch -- My treat.

You never give up, do you?

Thank your mom for dinner the other night.

Can't remember the last time I met a guy's family and they actually liked me.

You held your own.

Most people don't get a dirty word in edgewise with my sisters around the table.

In our house, every Thursday night was pancake night --

A Morgan tradition.

I miss that kind of stuff, you know?

I found something.

The wife's blood? You're sure?

This was found in the Castillo's bedroom hamper.

We check all the clothing items that come in.

Sometimes because of sheer volume, that takes time.

It doesn't prove anything.

Not by itself but I've been re-examining the video footage I took from that morning.

Notice the cuts along the carotid arteries.

They're long, deep.

Valerie Castillo bled to death in minutes.

No sh1t.

The person who did this wasn't trying to emulate the ice-truck killer. He was... in a hurry.

He was probably afraid of getting caught.

Most killers are.

Except if this was a copycat, he wouldn't be in a rush.

He would savor his first kill.

He would control the precise moment Valerie Castillo died instead of just letting her bleed out.

This is all too... passive.

Have you completely ruled out the husband?

Why are you doing this?

The boy said he didn't recognize Jorge Castillo in any of the photos.

Well, he was a dehydrated and traumatized 7-year-old left to fend for himself for days in a salvage yard.

You really think it's the husband?

He's a deep-sea fisherman. Most know how to use a knife.

Plus, he's still missing.

Have you finished your search of the salvage yard?

I'll have them send the cadets out again.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I know how hard you worked on that profile.

No, Dex, I really don't think you do.

How long are you grounded for?

Two months.

Deb, I had to tell him.

No, Dex, you didn't.

You could have kept your f*cking mouth shut.

Dad was worried about you, and so was I.

Well, now you can spend more time together.

I'm not stupid, Dexter. That's always what you wanted.

No, it's not.

Deb, you're my sister.

No, I am not. And he is my father!

There are so many times, I swear, Dexter, I wish he wouldn't have brought you home!

Dexter, I am... so sorry.

I really... really didn't mean it like that.


I thought you might want that.

You're a better shot than me anyway.


Paul, hey, it's me.

Look, we need to talk.

Sure thing.

I know you want to see Astor, but, I mean, the kids are doing so well now.

Maybe -- Maybe it would be a good idea if you...

...don't come to the party.

I just want...

She is my daughter, too, Rita.

I have every right to be there.

You know what? I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but I have full custody now, and you can't just drop in on us like this anymore.

Now, I checked and the restraining order is still in effect.

So if you step one foot on this property, the first call I'm gonna make is to the police.

The second call is to your parole officer.

I need the sergeant.


I'll be right there.

Está listo.

Ya lo tiré.


Itío Roberto!

The uncle called our office this morning. He lives in Tampa.

That's great. He should be with family.

Can I take him home?

We're good.

Thank you.

Thank you for finding him, huh?

He's a very special boy.

I know.


L.T., you need to see this.

You okay?

These contacts.

Dios mío.

Wrecks like this are usually sold for scrap.

The husband stashes a knife inside and lets a demo crew shred the truck before we find it.

No more murder weapon.

There's blood.

Want to bet it's the wife's?

It's always the husband. You were right all along.

Shake it off, Morgan. Homicide takes time.

Deb will forgive me... eventually.

That's who she is -- Bighearted, kind.

Nothing like me.

Laguerta thought you should see this.

What you got ?

That kid Oscar swears this is who he saw.

Son of a bitch.


Okay, I gave them Jorge's sock, a knife with his prints, and a drop of his wife's blood.

Forensics trifecta like that should trump a child's drawing...

I hope.

Too f*cking weird.

Jesus Christ saved this kid?

On his own for as long as Oscar was, who's to say he didn't?

When did lighting candles become more fun than blowing them out?

Nice turnout.

I called all the moms to assure them that Paul would not be making an appearance.

Do Astor and Cody know that you told their dad not to come?

After presents.


Make a wish, baby.

Just don't tell anybody, or it won't come true.

It already came true. Dad's not here.

I want the middle piece.


I was wrong about birthdays.

Maybe the reason to celebrate them is what they offer --

The hope of living to see another one.

The thing about Deb forgiving me --

I better give her a few more days.

I barely escaped getting caught this time.

I realize now my days are numbered.

So I better make the most of them.

All along, I thought this was a game my alter ego and I were playing.

But relationships change, evolve, and this one's getting deep.

Like Harry said in my dream...

...the storm's on its way.