07x06 - Do the Wrong Thing

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Previously on Dexter...

LaGuerta found a blood slide with Travis Marshall's blood on it at the f*cking church.

I talked her into letting me help with the Bay Harbor Butcher investigation so I can keep tabs on what's happening.

You what?

That toy isn't bringing back memories of being scared.

She was straddled by her assailant.

Wayne didn't k*ll that woman.

Well, it was someone smaller.

Stabbed the woman over and over until the Kn*fe got so bloody her hand slipped along the edge of the sharp blade, cutting her palm very deeply.

Everything you've said is a lie.

That's my story... and I'm sticking to it.

Did you get the blood report back?

From the bodies from the dig?

Yeah.

Anything I should know?

Nope.

Just forget about work.

Joey Quinn.

Used to have an understanding with him.

Leave a bag of cash in his car, and he'd do whatever we asked.

He drew his g*n as the attacker fired.

[Slash]

This blood is from a defensive wound.

So, you got arrested, there'll be a trial, you'll go to prison for a long time.

Does that mean this is over?

No.

Hannah McKay.

She stabbed a woman five times. And since I found out, all I can think about is giving her what she deserves.

Maybe she deserves a little slack.

When she k*lled that woman, she was only 15.

Scared of Wayne. On the run.

It could have been a one-time thing.

I saw the way she touched her trophies.

Nostalgic.

And when you like to k*ll, you don't just stop.

She must have k*lled again since Wayne.

You have no evidence to support that.

Her husband d*ed of a heart att*ck at 40?

Perfect health, no family history.

Seems suspicious.

You're really reaching here, Dexter.

I know she k*lled her husband. I can feel it.

I just need proof.

Don't you have more pressing concerns?

Debra. LaGuerta.

Isaak.

Why do you think I need a k*ll so badly?

[Indistinct crowd chatter]

Where do you think you're going?

To talk to her.

Get her to slip up about her husband.

Give me a lead.

What makes you think she'll tell you anything?

Last time you saw her, you accused her of m*rder.

Good point.

I need a peace offering.

This is a big opportunity for the department.

Arresting the head of the Koshka brotherhood is as good as getting John f*cking Gotti.

Sorry I'm late.

I can't even be late without making Deb angry.

You all did great work.

The arraignment went well, and Sirko was denied bail.

But he has a small army of lawyers, and I'm sure they're already putting his bail up for review.

No way he'll get out. Not on three counts of m*rder.

Well, I hope you're right.

So do I. As long as Isaak's behind bars, I'll have time to deal with Hannah.

Of course he's right.

The guy k*lled three f*cking Colombians.

Plus, we have blood evidence that puts Sirko at the scene.

None of that will matter if his team claims self defense.

It's a solid case, Lieutenant.

But we still need to make sure that the captain is prepared for any questions the D.A. may ask.

Look, we have all seen cases that we thought were a sure thing go south.

The right lawyers, the right jury, anything can happen.

Which is why the D.A. wants to make sure it doesn't.

At least I can make a peace offering to one woman in my life.

If I want Hannah to give me the time of day, I need to show her I'm not a thr*at.

And how do you intend to do that?

I haven't filled out the blood report for those bodies we dug up yet.

I could fudge it. Omit some key facts.

Forget to run the blood on the victim's dress for Hannah's DNA.

The cops think Wayne Randall k*lled those people.

If I don't tell them otherwise, they won't know different.

Didn't you promise your sister you wouldn't take cases from the police?

Hannah has immunity.

Nothing the cops can do.

Telling Deb will only make her crazy.

And what, you think you'll just show Hannah a copy of this report, and she'll confess?

Tell you she k*lled her husband?

What other choice do I have?

[Overlapping chatter]

You're blocking my view.

It's a wall.

To you, perhaps.

To me it's a blank canvas.

A projection screen for the mind.

You k*lled three of our boys, smartass.

You're not gonna sound so smart when you're bleeding like a stuck pig.

Right.

[Bone cracks]

[Grunts]

[Agitated chatter]

You and your Colombian friends haven't really thought this through.

[Grunts]

Now, as a businessman...

I've found you have to weigh short-term gains against long-term consequences.

[Grunts]

True, you and your men could retaliate.

In the short-term, I'd be dead.

But I'm not the only member of the Koshkas.

I could have 100 men here within the hour should anything happen to me, understand?

Yeah.

We outnumber you. We outgun you.

Ah!

Quite frankly, we're smarter than you.

So I'm afraid, in the long-term, your plan falls a little short.

[Bone cracks]

Aah!

[Grunts]

Now, the art of any deal is negotiation.

Have we come to terms?

Yeah.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Phone dialing]

[Line ringing]

Hi, you've reached George Novikov.

Leave me a message.

[Beep]

George, it's Isaak.

I need you to pay me a visit.

It's urgent.

[Phone beeps]

Hannah should be on her way back from the flower mart right about now.

I'll be able to catch her before I go to work.

[Knocking at door]

I've watched her for days.

She never changes her schedule.

Hannah.

Great, you're a stalker.

What happened to Peter Cottontail?

Poison.

Rabbits k*ll my plants, so...I k*ll them.

You could just trap them and let 'em go.

When you do that, they come back.

I do what I have to do.

Remind me to never show up on your property uninvited.

Too late.

So you've accused me of m*rder, animal cruelty.

Anything else?

Actually, I came to apologize.

It's a copy of the blood report from the bodies you helped us find.

Wayne Randall's victims.

Wayne's victims, huh?

The blood evidence was inconclusive.

I realized it when I got back to my lab.

I shouldn't have accused you. I'm really sorry.

Thanks.

It takes a real gentleman to admit when he's wrong.

[Sighs]

What?

You have a little, uh... dirt.

Occupational hazard.

I can get pretty dirty.

Right.

Remember why you're here. Dead husband.

Since I'm here, I could use a plant for my apartment.

Really?

A plant?

Follow me.

Any idea what you're looking for?

Just a plant. Something... planty.

You're the expert.

Well, why don't you tell me about your place?

So I can get a better idea.

It's, uh, one bedroom, on the water, lots of sunlight.

You live alone?

Currently, yeah. You?

Currently...yeah.

And before?

I was married for a little while.

Unfortunately, he passed away.

How about this one?

If you take good care of it, it'll last for years.

Really?

I always figured once you took flowers home, they'd already started to die.

That's kind of a morbid outlook.

Is it? Yeah, I guess I'm kind of, maybe, a morbid guy.

So how'd he die, your husband?

Um, heart att*ck.

But, we really don't need to talk about it.

We can, though, if you want to.

I mean, I understand. My wife... d*ed too.

Oh, what happened?

Eh, she was m*rder*d.

Oh, God, that's, uh... that's awful.

[Whispering] Yeah.

Different from your situation, obviously.

[Sighs] Oh.

All this doom and gloom.

You mind if we change the subject?

I do, actually. But if her husband's off-limits, I'll have to take another tack.

So how long have you had this place?

About a year.

Worked for the previous owner before that.

Beverly Grey.

Amazing woman.

I've kept the business exactly the same as when she ran it.

Same clients, same schedule.

I even kept her handyman on.

Where is she now? Retired?

She passed away about a year ago.

That's when I took over.

Huh. Dead husband, dead mentor.

It was actually a really sad time, so I'd--[Laughs]

I'd rather not talk about it.

Sorry, I wasn't going for more doom and gloom.

Seems you have a knack.

Well I should get going. I gotta get to work.

But you still haven't picked a plant.

That one.

Pink. Really?

What do I owe you?

Consider it a gift.

Thanks.

See ya around.

Since Hannah stabbed her first victim, two people close to her have d*ed.

Seems I'm not the only one with a knack for doom and gloom.

[Keyboard clicking]

Beverly Grey.

The deceased mentor of Hannah McKay.

I paid a visit to the clerk of county.

Beverly's will listed Hannah as her lone beneficiary.

Makes sense.

No children, no immediate family.

Why wouldn't Beverly leave Hannah her legacy?

But if Hannah were Beverly's heir apparent, it would give her motive for m*rder.

The question is, is Hannah responsible for her death?

Cause of death, heart att*ck.

Just like her husband. Seems suspicious.

Or not.

Heart disease is the leading cause of death in this country.

[Sighs]

Hell, it got me.

What about poison?

That's the way women usually k*ll.

Safe. Detached.

She poisons rabbits, Dexter.

It doesn't mean she poisons people.

Why are you so convinced she's still a k*ller?

I know that face.

Sal Price.

Maybe he can tell me something about Hannah I don't already know.

[Elevator dings, indistinct office chatter]

Hey, was that Sal Pice?

Yeah. What do you care?

I read his book. I'm a fan.

Since when do you read true crime?

Since we started working on the Wayne Randall case.

Guess I'm learning all kinds of new things about you.

What was Price doing here?

He heard we dug up more Wayne Randall victims.

He wants to update and reissue his book.

He asked if he could see the case files.

I said I'd have copies made.

sh*t.

The case is closed. What's the big deal?

I fudged the blood report, for starters.

No, it's just-- Was he leaving?

I want to ask him to sign my book.

He went down to the coffee truck while I'm having the copies made.

I'm sure he'd love to.

[Elevator dings]

Coffee.

Mr. Price?

Hi. Dexter Morgan.

I'm a big fan.

I was hoping maybe I could get an autograph?

Yeah, sure.

Of course.

Morgan.

Any relation to the Lieutenant?

Yeah, she's my sister. She says you're writing an update on the new bodies. That's exciting.

Is she single?

Yeah, last time I checked.

Look, I should warn you.

Since we're talking about a solved crime, I didn't really put that much time into my blood report.

That's okay, I usually have my own guy take a look.

Just in case.

What are you hoping to find?

Let's just say, I have a little theory that Hannah McKay deserves her own sequel.

So does your sister date, or--

You're writing a book about Hannah McKay?

What are the highlights?

Come on, give me something. Just a teaser, for a fan.

Only if you put in a good word for me with your sister.

Sure.

So, Hannah McKay?

Right, so, get this.

Right out of juvie, Hannah moves into a halfway house.

Seems like all's going well, until she accuses some counselor of abusing her, sexually.

So what happened?

Nothing. Guy gets a slap on the wrist.

But, a couple of weeks later, he drops dead.

Rat poisoning.

Sound like a coincidence to you?

Wow, I don't know.

Three makes a pattern. Maybe they all got in her way.

Well, that's all you're getting out of me.

You want the rest, read the book.

[Laughter]

I'm gonna go check on those files.

Pleasure to meet you, Dexter Morgan.

I will read your book, Mr. Price.

But I won't be waiting for it to come out in hard copy.

You are now officially my favorite lieutenant.

Can I buy you an adult beverage as a token of my appreciation?

Some place dark and not too loud?

That sounds like a date.

Not to me.

It sounds like a beautiful police lieutenant sharing an evening with a handsome crime writer.

Can I take a rain check?

Sorry.

Don't be. I get it.

Me coming in here, asking you out.

You probably think I'm trying to write your story.

Which, I'm not, by the way.

My story?

You know, being engaged to the Ice Truck k*ller.

I'm sure you got the bejesus--

sh*t, that hadn't even occurred to me. Is that what you're doing?

I just said I wasn't.

Well how do I know that's not some f*cked up tactic?

Are you always this defensive?

Sorry, I didn't--

I didn't mean to be defensive.

I'm just not really in a dating mode.

Dating mode. Wow. That's a thing.

My life is really f*cking complicated.

Fine, but, for the record...

I like complicated.

So if you happen to change your mind... give me a call.

Oh, sorry, had garlic for lunch.

[Laughs] You have gum in here, yes?

What is that?

George left it in my car the last time I was at the club.

Figured you knew about it.

Why would he do that?

He used to give me cash to look the other way back when I worked Narcotics.

[Sighs]

I thought you were joking when you said you were a dirty cop.

I was joking.

I'm a good cop.

I also like money.

Joey.

I know.

When I took it, I figured George was gonna ask me for something small, but now that Isaak's been arrested I'm not sure I want to do whatever it is they're gonna ask me to do.

You're sure you didn't know about this?

If I did, I would have told you to give it back.

You're giving this back, right?

I'm thinking about it.

Joey, these are dangerous people you know, there's like

10 grand in that bag.

What good is money if you're dead?

[Club music plays]

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I'm not for sale.

Take care of yourself.

[Lock rattling]

Price is going through my evidence at the police station.

Turn around is fair play.

Hopefully his thoughts about Hannah are a little more organized.

[Click, beep]

[Keyboard clicking]

Looks like Price and I share an obsession.

But he's had years to follow Hannah's every move.

I need to catch up.

[Beep]

[Chirp]

Price's source material.

I'll have to come back to see what he has on me.

Right now, I have to get in and get out.

A blood test for Hannah's mentor Beverly Grey.

[Beeping]

Whatever it means, I'll bet Price wrote about it.

[Computer beeping]

Yeah, I'm good. I'm fine, come on.

So have you heard from Louis?

No. Thank God.

[Chuckles]

I mean, hookers? Gross.

Who does that?

Yeah.

Gross.

So what do you think of this place?

I guess it's cute.

Kind of a dive.

Because the owner's thinking about selling... and I'm thinking about buying.

Angel, how are you gonna find the time to run a restaurant with all the hours you put in at the station?

I could just retire.

I've put in my 20 years.

So you're just gonna quit?

Retire.

Do something else?

Yeah.

Look, Angel... you're my brother, and I love you.

But this is a big decision.

And we both know you're impulsive.

You get these crazy ideas, like you want to buy a racetrack--

I don't get these crazy--

You do, and then you end up divorced...

Shh.

With a broken down Trans Am, and barely enough money to pay the rent.

[Door buzzes, opens]

I see you brought Jurg.

So good to see you both getting on in my absence.

What, are you kidding? Since you've been arrested, I can't take a sh*t without Lurch breathing down my neck.

Well someone has to keep an eye on you while I'm in here.

So what's the big emergency?

You need to get me out of here, as soon as humanly possible.

What happened?

Nothing.

Yet.

But I'd really like to avoid k*lling anyone in here.

It would get in the way of my being released.

Have you heard from Detective Quinn?

He, um... He gave back the money.

Which is weird, because he's never turned down a payoff before.

[Breathes deeply]

George... do not disappoint me.

[Crowd chattering]

Hi.

Quinn. Reservation for two.

Your other party has already arrived.

Right this way, Mr. Quinn.

[Overlapping chatter]

Enjoy your dinner.

What the f*ck is this?

Where's Nadia?

If you hurt her, I will put a b*llet through your m*therf*cking head.

Easy, detective. Don't make a scene.

Nadia is a valuable commodity.

We wouldn't do that. Not unless we had to.

What do you want from me?

I don't want sh*t.

But Isaak Sirko, he wants you to lose the blood evidence linking him to the Colombian murders.

Why the f*ck would I do that for you?

Well, you took our money for starters.

And I gave it back.

I don't owe you sh*t.

Not the way Isaak sees it.

Now, he did you a favor by taking out those Colombian scumbags.

As soon as you let him go, he'll head back to the Ukraine.

You'll never hear from him again.

It's not that big a deal.

Then find someone else.

Now why would we do that when we have you?

Joey, come on.

You know we got you.

What happens if I don't cooperate?

I'm thinking of transferring Nadia to one of our sex clubs in Dubai.

But she's a strong girl.

She'll last a couple weeks before she slits her wrists.

If I do this...

Nadia's a free woman.

You give me her f*cking passport, understand?

Deal.

And I'll do you one better.

You can even keep the cash.

See, Joe?

Just like old times.

[Phone dialing]

It's Nadia. Leave a message. [Beep]

Nadia, it's Joey. Call me as soon as you get this.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah.

How was the meeting with the D.A.?

Uh, fine.

He's confident that we have enough evidence to put Sirko away for a long time.

[Sighs]

Thank the sweet f*cking baby Jesus.

But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about.

I had my last two interviews yesterday.

You know, with the families of the missing persons who I thought could have been victims of the Bay Harbor Butcher?

And? Any leads?

Not a one.

It's frustrating.

So I started looking into open cases.

I figure, a lot of homicide suspects vanish into thin air.

What if the Butcher took some of them out?

That's good thinking.

Did you find anything?

Maybe.

Remember the barrel girls?

A swamp full of blondes in barrels, all of them... r*ped, electrocuted, and embalmed?

Yeah, how could I forget it?

All five suspects, including self-help guru Jordan Chase, went missing before we could build a case against them.

You're thinking the Butcher could have k*lled them.

There were two vigilante K*llers.

Maybe he took on an accomplice.

One of the victims who was looking for justice?

I'm--[Sighs]

I know it's a reach.

But it's possible.

Wasn't the theory that Jordan Chase k*lled the accomplices, then fled the country?

Yes, but even if Chase k*lled the other four suspects, the Butcher still could have k*lled Chase.

I don't think so.

[Sighs]

Jordan Chase was very high profile.

It would be too risky.

Still... it's worth looking into.

[Waves lapping]

[Keyboard clicking]

Find what you're looking for?

It says here Price bribed the funeral director to get access to Beverly Grey's body before she was cremated.

He stole a blood sample, and ran it for aconite.

[Keyboard clicking]

Aconite?

The queen of all poisons.

Ingesting it causes a heart att*ck.

[Click, click]

Price says it's been growing on the greenhouse property for years.

Poison.

You were right.

It didn't show up on the autopsy?

It wouldn't have.

Not if they didn't know what they were looking for.

Her blood test.

Positive for aconite.

Proof that Beverly was poisoned.

But not proof that Hannah did the poisoning.

Hannah said her handyman was there when Beverly was still alive.

That could be worth a conversation.

[Knock at door]

Jesus, now she's showing up where I live.

What are you doing here?

You picked the wrong plant.

I knew I could do better.

Hopefully you won't k*ll it.

What is it?

It's a spotted phalaenopsis.

See the red on the petals? Remind you of anything?

Blood spatter.

Which reminded me of you.

You came all the way out here just to bring me that?

How'd you find me?

Google.

Now who's a stalker?

I should ask her to leave.

So you want to come in?

Yeah, sure.

I'll help you find a place for it.

I need a spot near a window, but not directly in front of it.

Uh, no, that's the bedroom.

No plants in here. Not enough light.

You could open the shades.

I like the dark.

So do I.

Why is she here?

What does she want?

There.

Now you can look at it when you wake up.

And when you go to bed.

[Phone rings]

Sorr--I gotta take this.

[Beep]

Hey, Deb. What's up?

Uh, nothing, just that LaGuerta might have another theory that could royally f*ck us.

Can you meet me at my house?

I'm kind of in the middle of something.

Dex, this can't wait.

All right, I'll meet you in 20.

[Beep]

[Beep]

I'm telling you, Dexter, LaGuerta's not just gonna forget this one.

Jordan Chase is long gone. So are the others.

There's nothing to trace them back to me.

Are you sure about that?

There are no loose ends?

What about the person you were working with?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

There were two vigilante K*llers, not one.

Who was helping you?

She wasn't helping me. I was helping her.

Was she one of their victims?

It doesn't matter.

If LaGuerta tracks her down, which is next to impossible, she won't incriminate herself, or me.

How do you know that?

Trust me, I just do.

m*therf*cker.

You were together.

Like a couple.

I remember having a thought that... whoever was doing this was doing it for love.

That was right after Rita d*ed.

You had that tenant with that weird f*cking name.

Lumen.

It was her, wasn't it?

It doesn't matter.

It was.

Jesus f*cking Christ, Dexter.

You moved your girlfriend into the house where Trinity m*rder*d your wife... so you could k*ll together?

It wasn't like that.

[Moans]

I felt guilty about what happened to Rita.

You fel--

I thought that maybe if I helped Lumen...

I was trying to make things right.

Of course.

By murdering five other people.

[Breathes deeply]

Why can't the past just stay in the past?

Do we have to keep talking about this?

Yeah, we do, as long as LaGuerta has a bug up her ass.

Let me worry about LaGuerta, please!

You just-- worry about yourself.

Go out.

Have fun.

Go on a date.

That guy, Sal Price. He was into you.

Get out of my house.

What did I say?

[Sighs]

I really need to k*ll someone.

Hannah's become a real thorn in my side.

[Tape measure flexing]

Maybe her handyman can give me what I need to finally fix my problem.

Excuse me.

Is Hannah here?

She's at the flower market.

Oh, man. I drove all the way out here.

Do you know when she'll be back?

An hour or so. It might be sooner.

You could wait.

[Tape measure flexing]

How long have you been working here?

About ten years.

So you knew the previous owner.

Beverly Grey?

Hannah said she passed away.

Heart disease. Sad story.

Yeah, Hannah said they were close.

It must have been hard on her.

I'm sure it was, but... she never let it show.

Not the emotional type, huh?

I never saw anything like it.

Even when Beverly got sick, Hannah never complained.

Never asked for help.

Help with what?

Taking care of Beverly.

Hannah bathed her, fed her, took her to the doctor's.

All alone?

She was stubborn, man.

[Chortles]

I figured it had something to do with growing up on a farm, you know?

Just...plowing through.

Look, I tried to help out.

Hannah dug her heels in.

Wouldn't let anybody near Beverly.

Which means Hannah was the only one who had the access to poison her.

Hey, Hannah mentioned a purple wildflower that grows on the property.

Thought it would look great in my place.

I'm thinking I could take a look while I wait.

All the wildflowers are over in the southwest corner.

[Insects chirping, flitting]

Aconite.

Price is right. Yet again.

Beautiful and dangerous.

Just like Hannah.

She's harvested it.

Maybe she's set her sights on a new target.

You're after her.

Who's to say she isn't after you?

But why?

She doesn't think I'm a thr*at.

She accepted my apology.

Don't be naive, Dexter.

You think she's a k*ller, but not a liar?

Dexter?

What are you doing here?

I was, uh...

[Chuckles]

in the neighborhood.

Well, come on in.

I'll make some coffee.

Careful, it's hot.

And potentially deadly.

[Sighs]

Hannah, I wish I had more time, but I gotta get to work.

You know, I don't understand you, Dexter.

I can't figure out what it is that you really want.

Nothing. I don't want anything.

You obviously want something.

You keep making excuses to see me.

They weren't excuses.

It's honestly getting a little creepy that you keep coming by.

Creepy? You came to my place too.

Well then why don't you just save us both the trouble, and spit it out.

I want to take you out.

On a date?

That'll work.

Well, that's sweet.

But I don't date.

I get too attached.

Really? You don't strike me as the type.

Well, I'm not who people think I am.

So who are you?

On the inside?

Probably still that

15-year-old girl who ran away with Wayne Randall.

The girl who stabbed a woman in cold blood.

Except now, I know better.

What do you mean?

I mean, he promised me everything.

He was gonna take me to Disney World, and Santa's Holiday Adventure.

Some little Christmas-themed sh*thole just outside of Miami.

You know it?

Mmmm.

It's the only place in Florida where you can see the snow.

I was obsessed.

Then we were gonna live in Argentina, on a farm, and have this picture-perfect life.

Sounds pretty good to me.

It was all I could think about.

I longed for it.

I needed it, and I knew that until I had it, I would never be satisfied.

The craziest part is that somehow I had myself convinced that Wayne was the only one who could give it to me.

Wayne? Really?

Why?

I had it in my head that he was the answer.

That he was gonna fill the emptiness that I felt inside.

So I didn't care when he turned out to be the bad guy.

I didn't care if he sh*t somebody.

I didn't even care if I ended up in juvie.

Not until later, anyway.

[Sighs]

It was worth it... just to hold on to the fantasy.

You still feel that way?

No. Now I do whatever it takes to make sure I don't lose myself like that again.

But I do still wish I had gotten to see the snow.

You know I'm not Wayne, right?

I'm not gonna land you in jail.

I still think it's a bad idea.

Then why'd you come to my apartment?

You know why.

Go out with me.

Come on, I'm just gonna keep stalking you.

I'm just--I'm just trying to do the right thing.

Do the wrong thing.

Fine.

One date.

But if I end up in jail--

I'll pick you up at 8:00.

A date?

Really?

She caught me off-guard. I had to think of something.

[Ignition turns, engine starts]

Nadia, it's Joey.

I stopped by the club last night and you weren't there.

I know I've called, like, 50 times.

I'm just worried about you.

Please, call me back. Let me know you're okay.

[Phone beeps]

You got a sec?

Not really, I--

Do I seem impulsive to you?

Jamie says I make bad decisions.

But I have this opportunity, and I'm thinking about retiring.

Holy sh*t. You're retiring?

No, I-I didn't say that. I'm just considering my options.

Can we talk later? I got sh*t to do.

Hey, L.T., did you know Angel's thinking about retiring?

Masuka!

Is that true?

I want to buy a restaurant.

Will you give us a minute?

Yeah, fine.

But for the record, studies show that men who retire are usually dead in five years.

It's a fact. Look it up.

Where is this coming from?

Is this about Mike Anderson's m*rder, 'cause... we've been through this.

I think I'm burnt out, Deb.

I don't date.

I hardly see my kid.

I'm so focused on work that I forgot to have a life.

And I know this may sound crazy, but the idea of buying this restaurant actually makes me happy.

Doesn't sound crazy at all.

[Phone dialing]

[Beep]

[Line ringing]

Sal Price.

Sal, hey. It's Debra Morgan, from--

Lieutenant Morgan, with the potty mouth.

Right, with the potty mouth.

To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?

Are you still up for that drink?

Yeah, absolutely.

But, I thought you said--

I think I need to get a life.

Yes, you do.

Case number?

98760.

[Keyboard clicking]

That's, uh, Dixon case.

I-I gotta testify in court next week.

Need a refresher on the evidence.

Dry section. Bin 51, shelf 4.

Third one over. Back, and to the right.

[Door buzzing]

Case number?

Case 16258.

Layva.

Should be two or three boxes.

It goes to arraignment next month.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Machinery humming]

[Sighs]

f*ck me.

[Latin music]

Oral fixation?

Sorry. Bad habit.

When I quit drinking, I picked up smoking.

When I quit smoking, I picked up chewing on things.

Straws, pens, toothpicks.

Turns out I have a problem with moderation.

Me too.

That, and an obsessive personality.

Which is great for work, but it's... really shitty for relationships.

Are we talking about me or you?

So what are you working on right now?

You're updating your book, right?

That, and another project.

Which I probably shouldn't tell you about.

Why, is it a secret? 'Cause trust me, I can keep a secret.

I don't know.

You're the Lieutenant of Homicide, and usually when I tell cops about my theories, they tell me to go f*ck myself.

That won't happen here. I promise.

Come on, don't be a cop-tease.

A good theory totally gives me a girl boner.

Okay.

Off the record.

Mm-hmm.

You know all that stuff in my first book about Hannah McKay being this innocent young girl?

A victim of Wayne Randall's influence?

Yeah.

Well, I think it's bogus.

I think Hannah k*lled her first victim right along with Wayne.

And I think she kept right on k*lling.

Go f*ck yourself.

If that's true, we're totally f*cked.

We gave her immunity.

It's true.

I have evidence to back it up.

It's in my bag right now.

Wait, you have it here?

Why, do you want to see it?

Price, you have to show it to me.

I'm the Lieutenant of Homicide.

Look at you. Like a dog with a bone.

If you show it to me, I'll totally make out with you.

Best first date ever.

[Laughter]

Okay.

So these are the spatter photos from the bodies you dug up.

I've seen those.

Dexter said the evidence was inconclusive.

My blood guy disagreed.

Well, there's no way.

My brother's never wrong.

My guy said the void pattern on this body indicates a k*ller much smaller than Wayne Randall.

Smaller.

Smaller like Hannah McKay?

f*ck balls.

You gotta be kidding me.

[Wind whipping]

I thought this place was closed for the season.

It is.

So how are we gonna get in?

How do you feel about a little breaking and entering?

[Giggling]

Yeah.

All of us have some kind of longing.

A need crying out to be met.

What is this place?

Shh.

Wait.

[Electric humming]

Some of us get what we want, and we're happy.

The snow.

I thought maybe if you saw it, you could finally get some peace.

[Gasps]

Thank you.

Thank you.

But some of us are never satisfied.

[Exhales]

[Breathing heavily]

[Blades clinking]

[Metallic scrape]

When I said I wanted to take you out, this is what I meant.

You said you wanted to see the snow.

This is what keeps me up at night.

This is what I long for.

This is what I need to... fill my emptiness.

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

Do what you gotta do.

[Exhales deeply]

Dexter.

[Heavy breathing]

Oh.

[Moans]

[Both moaning and panting]