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- What'd you get? - Two guys in their 30s.

Strong accents.

Possibly recent immigrants from Venezuela.

Masuka found a match on the print

we had from the cigar butt.

Carlos Fuentes.

He's got a brother, Marco, and I got the address.

Cut him and I'll blow your fucking head off.

Ah!

Medic! I need a fucking medic!

Don't you dare let him die.

I apologized, he accepted.

It's assault and battery.

Batista could not only lose his job,

he could serve time.

According to sergeant Lopez's deposition,

you give the best blowjob in Miami.

Do you recognize this man?

Jonah, is this Kyle Butler?

Back away! Back away!

You're on unpaid suspension until further notice.

Suspension?

Just tell everyone you're taking a few vacation days.

I don't want to be alone tonight.

I'm no good for you.

I'm not looking for good right now.

I just want to find out who that girl is

before the m99 wears off.

Lumen Ann Pierce.

Why didn't you take me to the hospital?

Because you saw me.

I didn't see anything.

We both know that's not true.

Every one of these barrels has a body in it.

Look at this.

No.

This is what happened to the girls before you.

This is what was gonna happen to you.

I saved your life.

I was locked up and I thought it would never stop.

But it has stopped.

He's dead. It's over.

Boyd wasn't the only one who did this to me.

There were others.

We all have something to hide.

Some dark place inside us

we don't want the world to see.

So we pretend everything's okay.

Wrapping ourselves in rainbows.

And maybe that's all for the best,

because some of these places are darker than others.

Carefully.

Whoo!

I want to believe that smile.

That watching your mother die hasn't changed you

the way watching mine changed me.

Gently falling.

Sweetheart!

Sweetheart, what is it?

Oh, it's okay. It's okay.

He's got a scratch.

Looks like someone was playing a little rough.

That's a little too familiar.

- Let's get a band-aid on him. - Okay.

That's it for today!

But I use a scalpel.

All you have are your fingers.

Wiped clean.

Not even a year old, you're already destroying evidence.

And having to flee the scene of the crime.

Aww, it's okay.

Every time you see me, you look disappointed.

Like you were hoping to find an empty table.

Guilty.

Still think you need to consider my advice.

Leave town?

Go home to people who care about you.

I told you why I can't do that.

If you stay in Miami, you'll never get past this.

If you had something horrible happen to you,

could you just forget about it and move on?

I would want to.

What if you couldn't?

If you really want to help me get past this,

help me find those guys and kill them.

I saw you kill Boyd.

You knew what you were doing.

Usual?

Thanks.

Going after those men won't help you get past this.

It'll only make it worse.

How could it get worse?

It'll open up something inside you

you don't want to know is there.

Trust me.

Trust you?

I don't even know your last name.

The less you know about me, the better.

Better for who?

For the both of us.

If you're not gonna help me,

why do you keep coming back here?

I'm trying to help you.

Minneapolis.

Yeah, I used some miles.

Wow.

You really want to get rid of me, don't you?

I want you to get on with your life.

Lumen.

She took the ticket.

Maybe this is one problem I can check off the list.

And maybe it'll snow this week.

Whoa. Where's the fire?

Got to get my ass in gear

or I'm gonna be late.

I could take that ass back to bed.

What part of "late" don't you understand?

I mean, at least let me make you breakfast or something.

I have no time.

I've got to meet Batista at the hospital.

We're interviewing that kid Fuentes sliced open.

Good luck with that.

"Good luck with that"?

Fuentes has killed three people.

I'm running down leads and you're sitting around

in your boxer shorts watching TV all day.

Oh, is that why you're, like, all,

"let me get the fuck out of here,"

'cause I'm taking a few days off?

Just drop it.

This wasn't even my call.

Laguerta said I had too many days.

I had to use 'em or lose 'em. That's bullshit.

No argument here.

I got to go.

Quinn's my partner.

He should be here. Not you.

No offense.

Look, what do you want me to do?

He put in for his time.

No, he told me he was forced to take his leave.

- That doesn't make any sense. - Exactly.

So will you talk to Laguerta... Oh, shit.

What?

It's the mother. What is she doing?

She's coming this way.

Oh, fuck me so bad.

What am I supposed to say? "I'm sorry.

It's my fault your son got his throat slit"?

No, let me do the talking.

De nada, de nada.

Uh, if it's okay with you,

we'd like to ask your son some questions.

Si.

Yes.

Gracias.

Jandro, how you feeling?

- A little better. - Bueno.

We were wondering if there's anything

you can tell us about the man who injured you.

Uh...

He's seen him around, but he didn't know

who he was.

No. Nada.

I asked if he had heard anything

about Fuentes around the neighborhood.

Does he remember anything about that day?

Anything Fuentes said or did? Anything at all?

He doesn't remember anything else.

He was really scared.

Fuentes said he was going to kill him.

Okay.

Gracias.

Uh...

He had a mark on his hand.

- A small one. - Like a tattoo?

Can you draw it for us?

Lumen needs to stay away from the darkness.

I, on the other hand, always need names for my table

and there are few people more deserving

than Boyd Fowler's accomplices.

Nothing in Boyd's arrest record even hints he had help.

Zero to go on.

I'll have to look elsewhere.

Yours.

Thanks. You didn't have to do that.

No, it really is yours.

You left it on the hood of your car.

Oh.

My head's in 50 places.

Masuka didn't even begin to keep up the case load.

Well, good luck getting the midget porn

off your hard drive.

He might have shown it to me.

How was mommy and me? Harrison break any hearts?

No, but he drew his first blood.

I think his little black book still has a few blank pages.

Well, not for long.

He missed you this morning.

He's used to having his aunt Deb

feed him his mango oatmeal.

Yeah, sorry.

You didn't come home last night.

No, it was late and I didn't want to wake you,

so I just crashed at a friend's house.

Oh, what friend?

What, are you mom now?

You want to do lunch?

I think I'm gonna be dining on backlog.

And paying a visit to Boyd's house.

Hmm.

All right, well, I'll bring you something back.

Bye.

Wait a second.

What?

Give me your opinion as a female.

- As a female? - As a woman, you know?

McCourt.

What about him?

Do you find him attractive?

Do you?

I mean, would you ever?

I would rather put a campfire out

with my face.

Okay?

I checked in with Cira.

She's gonna stay on the ATM video surveillance

while I track down the tattoo.

Let me see that again.

See, it still looks like a UFO to me.

- Who the fuck knows, right? - Yeah.

We need to talk to an expert.

- An expert, huh? - Mm-hmm.

The dragon lady represents the dualities

of my inner warrior.

Or your inner idiot.

Hey, if you can't muster up the appropriate respect,

I'm dropping the curtain.

When did you get this?

I've been adding to it over time,

but the main work started about two years ago.

I was having a bit of a crisis

and this was my way of working through it.

Viagra probably would have been cheaper.

This was a crisis of the soul, Morgan.

Don't you have to have a soul before it could be in crisis?

Point is you know a little about this world.

I know a little.

The person you want to talk to

is my body artist Michael Angelo.

You're kidding? Michelangelo?

Two words. Michael Angelo.

And, yes, I'm serious.

If your tattoo were done by anyone local,

Michael Angelo will know.

You can lower the curtain.

From the outside, a normal home

is indistinguishable from the home

of a monster who puts women in barrels.

But step inside...

There must be something around here

that will point me to Boyd's accomplices.

Somebody's been here.

Oh, great.

Blood.

They were going through Boyd's files.

Whoever Boyd was working with must have panicked.

Tried to cover up any trace of their existence.

Amateurs.

Here he is, freshly bathed,

clean as a whistle, and ready for bed.

- Thanks. - I'm gonna get going.

Check's on the counter.

Sonya, can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Have you ever noticed Harrison being...Aggressive?

Aggressive? What do you mean?

Uh, scratching. Stuff like that.

No.

He's a very gentle child, really.

Why?

There might have been an incident

at one of the mommy and me classes.

Can't be sure it was Harrison or not.

He's a little boy.

My little brother used to bite people.

Bloody little cannibal.

Now he's a vegetarian. Works for Greenpeace.

Well, that's comforting.

Not to worry.

You've got a little angel on your hands.

Nothing can change that.

See you tomorrow morning.

Night.

No match for daddy in the criminal database.

You're absolutely right. Maybe he drives.

Let's check the DMV.

Minnesota.

Lumen Ann Pierce.

She broke into Boyd's house.

She beat me to it.

Oh, my God.

Dexter.

This seem like the product of a stable mind?

A closet was the only place she felt safe from them.

She's remade it here.

Dexter, are you listening to me?

Yes, I'm listening.

She's not a killer. She's not you.

She's coming undone.

What's that now?

This is the letter she took from Boyd Fowler's house.

From his ex-cellmate Robert Brunner.

"Getting paroled next week.

Need a place to 'sleap'."

S-l-e-a-p.

She's found a target.

You don't know what she's planning.

I know this isn't gonna end well.

She keeps going this way, she's gonna get herself killed

or thrown in jail and you're gonna be right there with her.

Dex, she's gonna bring you down.

I know what you're doing.

Having breakfast?

You're looking for the men who hurt you.

So, what, you're spying on me now?

What are you gonna do if you actually find one of these guys?

Maybe...

What you won't.

Are you gonna kill them? Is that it?

I'm sorry.

You don't get to tell me what to do.

I asked for your help. You turned me down.

For your own good.

Look...

You saved my life. I'm grateful for that.

But what I need from you right now is to leave me alone.

Lumen...

Don't touch me!

These men put five women in barrels.

They're not gonna want to be found.

Please...

Stop this before it's too late.

She's not going to stop until she finds Brunner.

My favorite color.

Help you, sergeant?

Morgan has been all over me

the last two days about Quinn.

What about Quinn?

The vacation he's being forced to take.

She's feeling short-handed without her partner,

and to tell you the truth, we need him.

Well, it's the union.

Not my call.

That all?

Is there anything I need to know

about my case with I.A.?

Mm-mm.

Is there anything I need to know

about anything else?

I'm sorry, angel, but I got to go.

Sure.

I'll see you tonight?

Yeah... Um, I might be late.

Okay, so I'll late you know.

Okay?

Hope you didn't have to dig too deep.

Only eight boxes, but I always remember

to lift with my back.

Well, here's the guy you asked for.

Robert Brunner.

Nuh-uh-uh.

Like we agreed. Right.

Hmm.

There you go.

Ahh, aww.

That face.

Abduction, torture, rape.

Mmm, he's so big.

Is he a year yet?

- Ten months. - He's beautiful.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Seven years for sexual assault.

Out in three for good behavior.

Mmm. Good behavior.

You ever seen scars like that?

Yes. On lumen.

And he's out now.

Thank you, state of Florida.

Looks like she stumbled onto the right guy.

Says he's living under Tuttle bridge.

Is this current?

Mm-hmm.

Sex offenders can't live anywhere near kids.

Tuttle's the only place they can go.

Can I keep this?

At depends now.

You gonna bring this little cutie by to see me?

- Will do. - Okay.

Tuttle bridge is the perfect place

for Brunner to hide in the dark, but not from me.

I've got to get to him before she does.

Tramp stamp.

I think I'm in love.

She's into needles.

Why don't you show her your dick?

That's disgusting.

You are so judgmental, Morgan.

I mean, come on.

We all have our own ways of expressing ourselves.

I have my ink and you have your...

Man-boots.

Yeah?

Well, expect my man-boots up your ass

if you're wasting my time, okay?

Vincent?

Now what can I do you for?

That's Michael Angelo?

The one and only.

M, how are you?

Come here.

- Good to see you. - Always good to see you.

M, this is the detective I was telling you about.

Detective Morgan.

Enchante.

Right.

Mind taking a look at something for us?

Any friend of sugar's is a friend of mine.

"Sugar"?

Okay.

We interviewed this kid who saw this on the hand

of a suspect we're looking for.

Any idea what it means?

Crude, simplistic, but...

It's definitely an eye.

Look.

The similarity.

See?

And that would mean?

Eyes symbolize the third eye in our minds,

like the God horus

and also...

Just like...

The back of a dollar bill.

Hmm.

Have you ever done something like this?

Well, if I had, I would have remembered it.

Anything else you can tell us?

We're kind of desperate here.

Without it in front of me,

that's the best I can do.

I'm sorry. No, it's okay.

M, thank you so much anyways.

Always for you.

And you...

You come see me anytime, okay?

Okay, thank you.

- Okay. - Okay, bye.

Bye.

I'll be in soon.

Bye.

Hey, I think she likes you.

Don't ever speak about this.

Since we're already here,

why don't you get Quinn's name put on your...

Hey, I have a gun.

I'll just wait in the car.

Okay.

Hello?

- Cira, it's me. - Any luck?

Just a steaming pile of fuck all.

Please tell me you have something.

I've gone through most of the bank's ATM footage.

Eight names and counting.

They're all freaking out about something

while they're withdrawing maximum amounts

from their accounts just like our first

Santa Muerte vics.

I want addresses for all eight names

and any others you can find.

I'll pick you up on my way to work tomorrow

and we'll check 'em out, okay?

Poor Julia Tuttle.

The mother of Miami.

They named this bridge after her in her honor.

Now it's crawling with pedophiles and sex offenders.

So much for honor.

Japan's total area is slightly smaller

than the U.S. state of Montana.

You mind if I watch?

The kid fuckers stay over by the tracks.

That's not why I'm here.

And why is that?

Stuck-up little co-ed and I

had a legal disagreement concerning

the meaning of the word "consent."

Take a load off.

Appreciate it, brother.

Where'd you do your time?

Okeechobee.

My last stretch was in that shithole.

Rough place.

Yeah.

Told everyone I was in for armed robbery

to keep a target off my back.

You from Miami?

Used to be.

Guy I bunked with lives down here now.

Thought I'd let him show me the town and have some fun.

Did that fun include lumen?

That is until my parole officer,

the cunt, started giving me shit

about staying with someone from the joint.

Wound up here.

Mmm. Beats a cell.

Barely.

Once my parole is done, fuck Florida.

I'm going north.

Get me some of that farm-fresh pussy.

You ever tap that?

Can't say that I have.

A couple weeks ago...

I had this hot little blonde on all fours.

A few of us did.

Believe me, that bitch got every fucking inch

- of my motherfucking... - That's enough.

This room was meant for Boyd, not his cellmate.

They were co-workers, partners.

Basically the same.

You're sure?

I need to kill him

so lumen doesn't have to.

I don't want her down that road.

Think about what you're doing.

I am.

- He's a sex offender. - I know.

On parole.

What are you saying?

Think!

Are you listening?

Okay.

He's wearing an ankle bracelet.

It couldn't have been him.

She had the wrong guy.

I was ready to kill him.

I was ready to kill him.

I was ready to kill him!

Robert Brunner isn't one of the men who hurt her.

Harry's right.

I have to convince lumen to do what I never could.

To move on.

You're home early.

Where's Sonya?

I sent her home.

She said you were gonna be working late.

Hope you don't mind, I grabbed a beer.

What's he doing here?

He wanted to...

Borrow...

A book.

He reads?

Yeah, he does.

Here.

Thanks.

Little vacation reading.

Quinn was just leaving.

What she said.

I will call you in the morning, Joseph.

Oh, okay, Debra.

Kind of warm for gloves.

Good night.

Thanks for the book.

What was that about?

It's late, so I'll take the couch.

Are you and Quinn?

We're fuck buddies. That's it.

You need Quinn for that?

I know it's insane.

I... I know it's...

Wrong for a fuck-ton of reas...

Will you please stop looking at me like that?

It's your life, Deb.

Just don't bring him around when Harrison's here.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, he's at an impressionable age.

We don't know what might rub off on him.

What will rub off on him?

Just keep Quinn away from my son.

Fine.

You know, you're wrong about Quinn.

He's...

Not that bad.

Hey.

Sorry. Long day.

Dinner's in the oven.

You mind if I hop in the shower first?

You never called.

Yeah, I know.

I just lost track of time.

Why so late?

Budgets are due at the end of the month, so.

I'm gonna...

I'll set the table.

Okay, thanks.

She's not there.

You just missed her.

Did my wife say where she was going?

You two still not seeing eye to eye?

Look, I really need to find her.

It's important.

She was asking about Tuttle bridge.

I told her that is the last place she wants to be.

What the fuck, asshole?

Nice.

Where you going, baby?

What are you doing?

I'm taking you out of here.

- Give me the gun. - No.

Give it to me!

You have no idea what those animals did to me.

Passing me around.

I couldn't move. I couldn't stop them.

- It wasn't Brunner. - It was.

He was Boyd's cellmate.

He raped three women!

He tortured them just like he did to me.

- That's impossible. - You weren't there!

Just listen to me.

He's wearing an ankle bracelet as part of his parole.

If he leaves this place, it gets reported.

I checked.

He was here the whole time you were taken.

Robert Brunner's never seen you before.

He's never touched you.

He never hurt you.

You were about to murder the wrong man.

Oh, fuck.

You see? This is where it leads.

But it's not too late.

There's still no blood on your hands.

I just want to feel better.

I want all this to go away.

It will.

I don't see how it can.

Go home...

Back to your family.

If you don't put this behind you,

I swear what you're feeling now will only get worse.

Okay, okay, okay.

I'll go.

Okay.

Next one on our ATM list.

Oh-for-fucking-five.

That's how I like to start my fucking day.

You want to make a bet why this one

was taking a wad of cash out of the ATM?

Gambling? Hookers? Drugs?

You're very cynical.

It's called being a detective.

And blow me.

You have to put positive energy

out into the universe.

Right.

Blow you.

You smell that?

Holy shit.

Little help here?

Any time you're ready.

Yeah.

This is detective Morgan requesting CSI

and body transport at 2075 ocean way

for a possible double homicide.

And you need to tell Masuka and Dexter

that they need to bring a bug kit...

And some fucking crackers.

You good?

You son of a bitch.

- Hey, hey, hey! - Angel!

Hey, sergeant, you're making a big mistake!

The only mistake I made was not kicking your ass

when you first laid eyes on my wife.

Angel, let him go! This is a sting!

Let him go!

You're wearing a wire?

No shit, you idiot.

What would have happened if he barged in here a half hour ago?

I know.

Just give us a minute, Jim.

You just don't learn, do you, Batista?

Have you completely lost your mind?

- I thought... - What?

That I was fucking him?

What am I supposed to think?

You barely talk to me.

The late nights. The sneaking around.

How'd you find us?

Wait. You...

I don't even want to know.

I.A. needed my help to bust a narcotics cop

on the take and I said yes.

Why?

To close the books on your bar fight!

So I don't want to hear about sneaking around

and late nights!

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you trust me?

Maria, I...

Morgan needs us on site. Double homicide.

My car's outside.

I'll ride with patrol.

Fuck me.

Come on, Liddy.

Lieutenant, any comment?

- Not now. - Lieutenant Laguerta...

It's like the fucking food chain in action in there.

Flies... the blow flies are attracted by the smell

and they lay eggs and the beetles,

they're drawn by the larvae,

and they burrow into every orifice...

- I get it. - What do we know?

The vics' names are Daniel and Awilda Ortiz.

ATM footage showed Daniel trying

to make a maximum withdrawal about four weeks ago.

Officer Manzon and I show up to interview him

and we find the bodies.

The remains have already started to mummify,

but the wounds are consistent with a machete.

I can make sure when I get them back to the lab.

We like the Fuentes brothers for this.

Only weird thing is we can't find

any Santa Claus Muerte mumbo jumbo bullshit.

We might be looking at the Fuentes brothers'

first victims.

The defensive wounds and heavy smearing

suggest our killers were still inexperienced.

Beheading requires skill.

So we got their goddamn training wheels kill?

Means we're back to fucking square one.

Little downwind, please.

Oh, yeah.

That's never coming out. I liked this shirt too.

I'll get a jacket out of my car.

All right.

It was never a tattoo.

It was a stamp from a nightclub.

It was a fucking nightclub!

It's a nightclub!

What's gotten into her?

Find out, sergeant.

I'm gonna go deal with the press.

Nice to have you back, Dexter.

Good to be back, lieutenant.

Reports on my desk, first thing.

All together once again.

One big happy family, eh, Dexerino?

Yeah.

You don't have to wait.

I don't mind.

I can pay you back for the ticket.

I'll send you some money.

Except...

I still don't know who to send it to.

Dexter Morgan.

And it's not necessary.

The ticket.

I came to Miami for a fresh start.

Somewhere warm.

You're doing the right thing.

Your parents will be...

Happy to see you.

I tried to call them, but I couldn't.

What would I say?

Just give it some time.

I can't tell them what happened to me.

I can't tell anyone.

You're the only one who knows.

You have my number.

Call me if you need to talk about it.

I should...

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Go ahead. Put it through.

And your bags.

Make sure everything's out of your pockets.

Jewelry, belts.

Step to the mat, ma'am.

Is there a problem?

I can't let you through to your gate

unless you consent to a hand search.

Lift your arms.

I need you to stay still.

Spread your legs.

Are you home?

Not quite.

Are you at a bar?

I had to gas up the car.

My fault O'Malley's is on the way?

So ask me how my day was.

How was your day?

It was better than yours, slacker,

'cause I know where Carlos and his brother

have been hanging out.

At a local club called the Mayan.

You got your lead. Congrats.

Yeah, we stake this place out,

they show up, and then we take

these Santa Muerte no-dicks down for good.

How about I get some steaks and beer and we celebrate?

Well, there's nothing to celebrate just yet,

but I have a good feeling about this one.

Now get your ass moving. I'm starving.

On my way.

Thanks for the cuervo, stud.

No problem.

I heard what happened.

Fuck those I.A. rats.

And your boss.

She's the reason I'm here.

Unpaid leave. Why?

For doing my fucking job.

That bitch put handcuffs on me

and then that no-nuts McCourt parades me

around that station like I'm a goddamn carnival prize.

Well, they can both go fuck the dog.

They think I'm gonna cop a plea, they're both

cracking walnuts up their ass.

I'm gonna fight this thing to my last damn dime.

You need some extra cash for those lawyers,

I might have a job for you.

Really?

And what would that be?

- Looking into someone. - Who?

Guy I work with. Interested?

I don't know if I should be

considering who's sitting in front of me making the offer.

What are you talking about?

Have I ever fucked you over?

No, but Laguerta just taught me

look, Quinn,

you fuck with the bull,

you get the horn.

You understand?

Yeah. Do you?

You got a name?

Dexter Morgan.

Dexter.

What the fuck kind of name is "Dexter"?

Rainbows are an illusion.

Refracted light to make us think something's there

when it's really not.

Is there darkness in Harrison

or is it just my own fear being reflected back?

I just know he's the one who scratched Teddy.

He was right next to him.

Did you read about what happened to his mother?

That boy will never be the same.

There's nothing wrong with my son.

I'm sorry for ever thinking the worst, Harrison.

You'll always be my son.

Whatever we have to face, we'll face together, okay?

Ow!

Hello, ma'am.

Where you headed this afternoon?

You need a cab?

Welcome to Miami.