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Notice the long, thick, heavy drips?

Yeah, nice.

Now, over here, you have nice, clean sprays of blood.

That only happens when you're holding something light and moving quick -

nice, sharp slices through the body.

No splashes, no drips.

Clean and easy.

This guy knew how to use a blade.

So we're looking for a sushi chef.

Yeah, sushi chef is possible.

Wouldn't be my first choice, but. hey. you never know.

- Now what? - Now l eat.

The problem with eating and driving, which l love to do,

is not being able to employ the 1 0:00-2:00 hand position on the wheel.

lt's a matter of public safety.

But there's always a sacrifice.

This guy, Jamie Jaworski.

Six months ago, l think he fell in love with a pretty brunette,

Son of a whore.

Who?

Talking about this hijo de puta , this asshole killer,

this maricon savage who makes us work on a Friday night.

Yeah, nice. But look at this.

All bone.

The killer flayed the skin, the flesh. completely off.

- Now, why would he do that? - He's experimenting.

- ls he experimenting with the head, too? - What do you mean?

La bestia left her tits and took her fucking head.

l don't find anyone around here. God only knows what he's doing with it.

He's certainly raising the bar.

Damn.

This guy is good.

we can do something to channel it.

Use it for good.

How could it ever be good?

Son, there are people out there who do really bad things.

Terrible people.

And the police can't catch them all.

Do you understand what l'm saying?

You're saying they deserve it.

Dex?

What are you thinking?

Sorry. That makes sense.

Cold.

- lt slows the flow of blood. - Why the hell is that important?

lt's just a feeling.

Well, it's not good enough.

l got to show LaGuerta and her boys. They're making fun of me.

They're saying the only way l can close a case is on my back.

l got to get out of Vice. Dex, please, you got to. . .

Refrigerated truck.

Lieutenant, this fucking guy doesn't belong.

l'm still waiting for his spatter report on the cokehead murders. Go do that.

lt's OK. l don't want to upset anybody.

He can stay. l'd like your input. We'll discuss your case after the meeting.

How about we get started?

You ready?

l'm gonna shame this bitch.

Just state your case clean and easy. You'll be the hero.

OK, settle down.

Now, has anyone tracked down that witness?

Oh, come on, people. Someone needs to find something here.

Lieutenant LaGuerta?

Officer Morgan. l didn't recognize you with your clothes on.

Well, please, share it with us.

Cell crystallization.

Excuse me?

A little more confidence, please.

On the last victim. l'd like to check and see

if any refrigerated trucks have been stolen in the last week or so.

Refrigerated trucks like ice-cream trucks?

No, not ice-cream trucks.

A refrigerated vehicle that could cause that kind of tissue damage.

A refrigerated truck that's mobile

so he'll be harder to catch.

What the hell?

What the fuck?

Are you boning her?

- No. - Oh, my God!

Deb, wait.

Shut up.

lt had nothing to do with drugs.

Lieutenant, this is a waste of our damn time.

l think Sergeant Doakes is right.

l read all the other forensic analysis.

The cokehead murders had nothing to do with cocaine. lt was a crime of passion.

- Talk. - What do you mean?

- l think you know what l mean. - No.

One less amateur filmmaker polluting the internet.

No way.

Give us a minute.

All the ice trucks in Miami -

bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

Sure, during business hours.

But this time of night, a truck like that sticks out.

- And you followed it. - That's right.

You never saw the driver?

Just high beams and a flying head.

So then he must have already had the head with him in the front seat.

That's weird. Why would he keep it there?

l don't know, so he could use a carpool lane?

lt just seems odd.

Your sister has this ice-truck theory, and then here you are to back it up.

Sure thing. You're tired.

Good night, Lieutenant.

l'll catch you later.

lt's been a while.

l'm sorry.

l was worried. l didn't know what to do.

l called in sick.

l mean. . .

Are you OK?

l'm fine. l was just. . .

l'm sorry. There was another. . . You know.

Well, the kids slept over next door.

OK.

OK.

l don't want to lose you, Dex.

OK, sure.

And. . .

Well, l want you.

l mean. . .

Do you mind?

Um, no.

- lt could be the kids. - Better get it, then.

l suppose l should be upset,

even feel violated,

but l'm not.

No.

ln fact l think this is a friendly message,

kind of like, "Hey, wanna play?"

And, yes, l wanna play.