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Previously on Dexter...

I found a fucking lead on the Skinner case.

The Skinner is using tree-trimming as a cover for surveillance.

He watches from the trees, and when the time is right, he grabs them.

Mr. King. We met at the scene of our second victim, is that correct?

(King) Yes, that is correct.

Mario Astorga?

I don't know anything.

Then why would George King suggest otherwise?

What are you so afraid of, Mario?

This is the shirt I was wearing when Freebo met his end.

That's his blood right there.

This shirt implicates me in his death.

I trust you, and I want you to trust me.

But he's being secretive. He's never home. He says he's with Dexter.

But I think it's a cover.

(Dexter) Freebo's final resting place.

Hiding a body in a cemetery. You're fucking brilliant.

We need to go after the root cause,

his bloodsucking, soulless defense attorney, Ellen Wolf!

- We can't kill her. - I see.

- This is personal. - Fuck, yes, this is personal.

I'm asking you to do this for me as my friend.

- I'm sorry. No. - Well, then, fuck you!

Someone loaned Freebo some money and is willing to skin people to get it back.

We're gonna spread the word that Anton knoes where Freebo is.

Which means that the Skinner will be looking for me.

What are you hiding?

Anton is not officially a CI.

We used him as bait.

What, are you in love with the guy?

Anton, you in there?

Shit. Trimmed trees. The Skinner's been here.

I'm ready to get my hands dirty.

(Dexter) I've aIways done the deed aIone.

Never stood outside,

been a witness to this moment.

(Muffled scream)

(Harry) You've set something in motion here.

Everything Miguel does from now on is connected to you.

(Dexter) Today I wake up,

kiss the wife-to-be...

...feed the stepkids-to-be...

...dress myseIf in the usuaI pants, shirt...

...and pretence.

But Iast night, it was no pretence.

MigueI and I took a Iife.

Together. And today, someone knows my truth,

shares my reaIity.

- I'm not aIone. - (Knock on door)

Sylvia, good morning.

Sorry for coming over so early.

- It's OK. - But...

I need to see your face when I ask you.

Ask me?

Syl, what is it?

Miguel was out till all hours last night.

He says he was with you. Is that true?

Absolutely. We were...

just hanging.

- Being guys. You know. - Miguel was telling the truth.

You see, there's nothing to worry about. Dexter didn't get here till late.

- It was... - It had to be almost midnight.

Miguel got home an hour ago.

Oh.

He's having an affair.

Oh, no. No, no. You don't know that.

When you've been married as long as we have,

you know when your husband's lying.

(Dexter) Something to look forward to.

Maybe Dexter knoes where he went.

I really don't.

(Sobs)

But he did talk about a case he needed to look over.

At the office.

This really isn't your problem. I should go.

No. No, no, no.

You stay here for as long as you need to, OK?

(Sobs)

I'll just...leave.

Work.

With a detour on the way.

(♪ Whistling Camptown Races)

(Car lock beeps)

Dex.

Dex, man.

How you doing? You OK?

- I'm good. - Me too.

It's like there was an imbalance in the world,

and we righted it, with our own hands.

- It was deserving. - I don't know. I feel real.

Like, maybe for the first time in my life.

I know what you mean.

But if we're thinking about continuing

- these extracurricular activities... - Absolutely.

...you need to work on your alibis.

Syl stopped by this morning, wondering where you'd been.

Ah, shit.

Cono. I'm a moron.

I tried to cover for you, but I thought you went home.

I'm sorry, man.

I went over to Jack's Hideaway over on 57th. I was, like, so wired.

The next thing I know, the sun was coming up.

Jack's Hideaway.

Don't worry about Syl. I can handle that.

I got a motion hearing this morning, though, I don't wanna miss.

(Car door shuts, engine starts)

I'll get better at this. With your help.

(Dexter) I staIked a wife-kiIIer at Jack's Hideaway Iast year,

grabbed him right at cIosing...

at 2am.

SyIvia said MigueI got home an hour ago.

Did he just Iie? To me?

(Cellphone rings)

Another detour.

- There's nothing here either. - Well, what about the blinds?

- What about the glass? - Checked them. Deb, there's no blood.

Anton didn't just follow the Skinner out of here.

I'll keep looking.

- I think we need to recanvass. - We've talked to everyone in the building.

What about the kids? They're awake now.

- We'll talk to the kids. - (Batista) What do we got?

The Skinner has Anton. Did you see the trees?

I saw them. It doesn't mean he got nabbed.

The coffee pot was left burning. I mean, he definitely left in a hurry.

What the hell was Anton doing back in town?

He never left. He contacted me, but he wouldn't agree to surveillance.

Who cares if he agrees? He's a CI.

That's why we used him as bait in the first place.

Guys.

- No liner. - The building trash dumpster.

Subscription renewal form from RoIIing Stone

- addressed to Anton Briggs. - This is his garbage.

So the bag split on impact with the dumpster here.

He threw it. Defensive move.

Why the hell didn't he use his fists?

He was hurt. There's blood and some hair.

- Looks like he hit his head against the wall. - How bad?

Hard enough to daze him. A blow from behind could have propelled him forward.

So Anton comes down to empty the garbage,

the Skinner clocks him,

he does a header into the wall,

throes the bag as a last ditch.

Skinner tosses him in the car and peels out. Got tire marks here.

Fuck.

(Batista) All right, we got a confirmed missing person. Anton Briggs.

Find a photo. Get his face out to all patrols and the media.

Set up a tip line. Pull in some off-duties to man the phone bank.

Skinner's had him for 24 hours. How long do you think he can hold out?

Well, the ME's report on the other victims suggests the Skinner starts slow.

Probably to build fear. Anton's a big guy. A lot of skin.

That's meant to be comforting.

George King, we need to bring him in.

We gotta find him first. We got BOLOs out on him all night long.

Haven't found him yet. We could search his house, though.

We're still holding King's foreman on resisting arrest?

He give us anything that'll buy us a warrant?

Mario Astorga clammed up. Too scared of King.

He would rather be deported away from his family than talk about King.

- Is that all we got? - Yeah.

I'll try and find a flexible judge.

Let me know when it comes in. I'll go sit on King's house.

We'll go sit on King's house.

Hey, I want this above board.

Use restraint. Wait on a warrant.

And I hope they find something because even if we nab King,

we got nothing to hold him on past today.

A day can save a lot of skin.

(Hyperventilating)

I keep...I keep telling you. You have to listen.

If...

If I knew where Freebo was,

I'd tell you.

Don't you fucking understand, man?

It was the cops. I was...I was fucking bait.

All right, all right, you're right.

I know where he is. I can show you. I can show you.

All right, listen to me. He owes you money, right?

He owes you money? I can get you money. I can find you money.

I don't want your money.

I loaned Freebo that money.

This is about respect.

With your first cut, you had all night to consider my questions.

This cut, you have only one hour.

And when I return, there'll be no rest.

Use the time to think about...

the skin you have left

to lose.

(Anton weeps)

- Hi. - Hi. How are you?

Are you screening your calls?

Ellen? I'm surprised you missed the motion hearing this morning.

So was Chicky Hines.

Of course, Miguel was perfectly happy to get a continuance.

Uh, listen, if you're sick, I can bring you over a sopa de pollo.

Either way, let me know you're all right.

OK? Bye.

Miguel went missing last night.

Ellen's missing this morning.

Could be a coincidence.

Patrol's been set up here all night. King's not inside.

Well, something in there's gonna tell us where he is.

Warrant should be here soon.

Motherfuck.

Anton? Anton, you in there?

- Anton, are you in there? - Hey, I don't hear anything.

Yeah, well, I do. I hear somebody calling for help. That's probable cause, right?

We're doing this above board. The warrant's on its way.

Right. Restraint.

What the fuck are you doing?

Anton?

Shit.

Hey, you're not the only one working this case, Morgan.

(Ringing tone)

- (MigueI over Ioud music) Prado here. - Hey.

Just checking in. How'd the motion hearing go?

Continued.

- That's too bad. - Oh, no, serendipitous actually.

It worked in my favor.

Listen, you don't have to keep on checking on me.

Yeah, I know, I'm just a...

- concerned friend. - WeII, don't be.

In fact, why don't you meet me at Cojimar for lunch?

Cause I been coming up with some more, uh...

projects.

(Dexter) Another kiII so soon?

I can't. I gotta keep an eye on the situation here.

I heard. The Skinner grabbed up another victim, huh?

Let me know if I can help.

Adios.

- (Gianna) Miami Metro hotline. - (Phones ringing)

What location? Who am I speaking with?

Can you spell that, please?

Anton Briggs' photo hit the media an hour ago.

I'm gonna bring King's employee up from holding, take another run at him.

Mario Astorga, already in interview two.

- Thought I'd take a stab. - I can handle it.

I know. But I wanna help.

Tired of standing behind my glass wall.

Well, we can use the help today.

(Masuka) No, I knew, I knew half those hookers

were pre-op trannies, but is it true...

theirjunk still works, but nothing comes out?

It's called slug-fucking.

Hey. Hello.

Babe. Hey, Vice got word you needed extra bodies.

- Thought I'd help out. - That's cause you're the best.

- Aw. - Mwah.

Hey, hey, get a room. Actually, no, don't.

(Masuka chuckles)

Miami Metro tip line.

Vince, you got a second?

- What the fuck are you doing? - What?

Helping out on my day off. You're welcome.

Good place to meet chicks from other departments.

Yeah, well, that's my chick. I don't want you talking your filth at her.

Whoa, whoa, hold up, gaucho.

I didn't bring that up. She did.

- Bullshit. - Seriously.

She's like the Wikipedia of perv.

(Chuckles) I gotta find me a girlfriend from Vice.

She's awesome.

Fuck. Fucking nothing. King could be anywhere.

- Or right here. - (Car pulling up)

Holy shit.

Remember, we need his cooperation.

Restraint, right.

What are you doing at my house?

Mr. King, we have a warrant to search the premises.

What are you looking for?

More like who. You wanna tell us where you've been all night?

Oh, I work, ma'am. Nights. Mornings.

Trees keep growing. It's a good business.

I'm only home to have breakfast.

You wanna grab a bagel down at the station?

- Answer some questions? - I'm happy to answer right here, sir.

What, you got somewhere you need to be?

Trees.

They'll wait.

Am I under arrest, sir?

No, but we can hold you for questioning.

- For the day. - What are you, a lawyer?

No, wait, I forgot. You're a fucking tree-trimmer.

I moved to this country for its amazing liberties. I know my rights.

Great.

George King is hanging you out to dry, Mario. I thought you might want a chance...

(Dexter) l've seen fear. An-inch-away-from-death fear.

(LaGuerta) It'd be a shame to Ieave your wife and your IittIe baby behind.

(Dexter) His is real.

What makes you so scary, George King?

(Quinn) You miss your country, George?

I Iike this country, sir.

- I like Miami, sir. - Nicaragua can be a rough place, huh?

You in the military down there?

Death squads, Contras.

You woulda been about the right age to get caught up in that.

You learn a few things there, George?

I learn respect, sir.

No interrogation techniques?

Maybe a little snatch and grab? What do they call that? Renditioning?

Oh, I don't know that, ma'am.

Ma'am, sir.

You did learn respect.

Did you show any fucking respect to Wendell when you tore his skin off?

How about Anton when you bashed him over the goddamn head?

Morgan, you want a coffee?

Why don't you get a coffee?

Yeah.

Sure.

He looks harmless, doesn't he?

They usually do.

(Debra) I don't know. Maybe he's not our guy.

Well, you should trust your instincts on this one.

- This one of your creepy insights? - Why does it always have to be creepy?

Fucking tell me.

He's held life and death in his hands. He likes it.

I knew it.

So how do I crack this sick fuck's brain?

(Snorts)

From what I've read about these sick fucks,

they usually have some sort of...code.

I'd say disrespect is high on his list of violations.

Maybe if you came at him with deference.

Deference, huh?

Yeah, think about it.

Hey, Lieutenant. I heard you say your friend Ellen is ill.

Was it a stomach thing? Because I just read this article...

I don't know what it is. I haven't heard back from her.

I left her three messages. I'm a little worried.

(Dexter) Yeah, me too.

I hope she didn't get in an accident or something.

Excuse me. I have an errand to run.

(Dexter) A home office.

If she were sick, this is where she'd be.

(Doorbell rings)

Her car's here. She couId have gone for a really long walk.

Or borrowed a friend's car.

Or maybe LaGuerta's right and Ellen is comatose

in some hospitaI, post-accident.

One can hope.

Not that there are any signs of fouI pIay here.

But Harry did raise me to be paranoid.

Blood. Damn it.

No. Miguel wouldn't do this.

We agreed Ellen Wolf is innocent.

(Harry) Hello.

It's just blood. There's no body. He wouldn't even know what to do with one.

I never taught him how to dispose...

As far as Miguel knows, the best place to dispose of a body

is beneath an open grave.

Good thinking.

- Hello. - Uh, setups are in the kitchen.

- Miguel? - Hi.

Any bites?

No, just nosy neighbors so far.

Syl's office said that she would be here. Is she out back, or...?

No, she wasn't feeling up to an open house, so I'm sitting it for her.

Well, you're a good friend.

Here. You should have these.

How about I make sure Syl gets them?

Miguel.

Flowers are a good start, but can I be honest?

I like honest.

- You're an idiot. - That's honest.

You were smart enough to ask her to marry you,

and she's still that same fantastic woman.

- You don't think I know that? - Well, you're not acting that way.

I am not having a goddamn affair, OK?

- All right, let's say that's the truth. - It is.

- Either way, you violated her trust. - I just needed space.

I've got everything falling apart around me now,

you know, Oscar, Ramon, now my cases...

And the same things are falling apart for her

because she's your partner.

You're a wise person, aren't you?

(Laughs)

Well, if I am, it's only because I've learned

from my many, many mistakes.

You have insight.

And I tell you what.

I'm gonna follow your lead.

So point the way.

Mr. King, I understand that respect is very important to you.

Yes, ma'am.

And I'm sure you feel that people have to earn your respect.

Yes, ma'am.

I feel like you've earned this.

What's the matter, little gardener? Huh?

You feel disrespected?

You'll get used to it in prison because your foreman Mario's next door,

and he is spilling his guts.

You are so sure he's afraid of you. Why?

What did you do to him? What did you do to Anton?

- What did you do?! - Morgan! Morgan!

Fuck.

- (Truck horn blaring) - Help!

(Gasping)

Aah!

Help me!

Hey. We're supposed to be working together.

You keep going off half-cocked. How am I supposed to trust you?

You trust me? Unbelievable.

You're lucky Batista wasn't watching the monitors. What the fuck were you thinking?

I was thinking about Anton. You oughta try it some time.

I want to find him just as bad as you do.

If you gave a shit about Anton, you wouldn't have made him your fake CI

and he wouldn't be messed up in this.

You were too busy boning him to provide him with protective surveillance.

You are so crossing the line right now.

Am I?

You knew Anton was in town.

And I fucking told him to call it in.

You should have called it in your fucking self.

I know. It's my fault.

No.

You're right.

I used him.

I...just fucking used him.

We can only hold George King for a few more hours.

We better get back to work.

(Dexter) Schedule says there are four funeraIs today.

Graves back-hoed Iast night.

That's four MigueI couId have chosen from.

She's not here. That's one down.

That bIood might not even belong to Ellen.

Could be a client's blood. Or the previous owner's.

Huh.

He did it.

MigueI reaIIy did it.

And I taught him how. l guided him to this.

l created...

this.

I'm sorry.

(♪ Harry whistling Camptown Races)

Miguel's making his own choices now.

Look who he chose.

She didn't deserve this.

You can say it.

Won't change anything, Dex, whether I told you so or not.

Easier to accept it.

Cause there'll be plenty more where Ellen came from.

No, there won't.

Hey, Miguel, is it too late to grab that lunch?

So what do you think of this George King sicko?

- Skinner suspect? - Mm-hm.

I gotta go from here to your precinct

to discuss whether we're gonna file charges against this guy.

- You think he's the guy? - He's the guy.

Skinner.

Well, if the law can't get him...

you and I can. In fact...

I could have this guy out on the streets in a few hours.

You need some help on this one, or is this another solo project?

We agreed to leave Ellen Wolf alone.

Technically, we agreed not to kill her together. And we didn't.

- Technically? - I know. That's... That's bullshit.

I didn't tell you because I know you wouldn't approve.

Cause she wasn't guilty.

We have a different definition of that word.

You got rid of her because she got in your way.

Whatever happened to serving justice?

Is that really why you do this, Dex? To serve justice?

- We don't have to pretend with each other. - That's what I thought.

OK.

I should have told you.

It was a chickenshit thing to do, and I abused your trust...

a trust, by the way, that wasn't easy to earn.

That's not lost on me.

I gave you my shirt linking me to Freebo's death.

I wish I had another one to prove to you

how important this partnership is to me.

I'd take a little remorse.

You would know that I don't feel it.

Yeah, you'll feel it if you get caught.

I didn't leave any evidence.

They're just gonna think it was one of her scumbag clients.

Right.

Right, just another lowlife who beat and stabbed an innocent woman.

Again, different definitions.

Dex.

This is the nature of a real friendship.

Hmm?

We're gonna disagree.

And when we do, we just go our own way.

No. No more individual projects.

Individuality is what makes America great, man.

I don't think that's what our forefathers had in mind.

Look. I'm a big boy. I know what I'm doing.

Eventually...

you're gonna trust that too.

I'll see you over at the precinct.

(Dexter) He thinks he's untouchable.

He's not. lt's time he learned that.

Probably not a lot of leads on that screen.

King's a ghost.

He grabbed Anton without a single security camera in the area

picking up him or his truck.

There's not one shot to implicate him.

So we'll have to get it out of King.

You gonna let Quinn do it on his own?

My time is better spent here.

Away from people.

You know, someone,

a good friend, actually,

told me I had a big wall around me.

I thought it made me a better cop.

I don't think it did.

(Dexter) They look at him and see a defender of truth, justice,

and the American way.

l see a man about to learn a hard lesson.

(Batista) Tire tracks in the alley are consistent with King's truck.

And several other thousand trucks in the Miami Metro area.

King's company trims trees.

Trimmed trees were found in every one of the victims' homes.

- That's the lead that nailed him. - I don't know about nailed.

The trees at my place just got trimmed too.

- But Mario Astorga... - We're talking about a foreman.

A foreman who's terrified of his boss.

You can arrest my boss on that same evidence.

- He's the fucking guy. - (Batista clears throat)

- Sir. - Miguel. May I?

We really need your help on this one.

And you do owe us for getting Ramon off.

I do. But I can't very well charge Mr. King with assault on a palm tree.

You have your ways, Miguel. You've bent rules before,

getting people lost in the system.

We need to buy time for Anton Briggs.

For you, I'll do everything in my power.

We'll be right there.

Show time.

Dex, get your kit. You too, Masuka.

- Hey, it's called off-duty. - Not any more.

You two, you stay on King. Don't let up. We got another body.

Anton?

A female at the cemetery.

- Cause of death? - Take your pick.

Severe beating, strangulation...

plus three stab wounds.

Whoever did this was not a fan.

(Dexter) You have no idea.

I think our killer's a pro. I haven't seen many body dumps this clean.

(Dexter) I made sure of that.

MigueI getting caught isn't part of the lesson plan.

(Masuka) Angel, don't let her see this.

(LaGuerta) No, they said it was her. But it's not, is it?

Maria, I'm sorry.

No, I don't believe...

- Oh, my God. - Walk with me.

Too many people are affected when the innocent die.

(Dexter) That is part of the Iesson pIan.

No one is untouchabIe. I Iearned that the hard way.

So wiII MigueI.

His own vulnerability is about to become very reaI to him...

after the stage show ends.

- They won't find anything. - I know.

So you're just making a point.

- Am I? - We follow the code. Or else.

There are a lot of other subtleties,

but if that's what you've gleaned, then yeah, that's my point.

You're a wise person, aren't you?

- You're being facetious. - No, no, you have insight.

I'd be a fool not to follow your lead.

I think you're gonna save my life.

(Dexter) Is this reaI?

I should go make a statement to the press.

I wouldn't want anyone getting ideas about killing lawyers.

(Dexter) Lesson learned...

it seems.

Oh, good. Good. You're here.

Come here. Taste this.

This one.

And now this one.

Which one?

I'm more in the mood for steak.

No, this is for the wedding cake.

We have to choose one. Chocolate or hazelnut?

Is Sylvia still here?

No, because of me.

I intervened.

Apparently, I'm a very wise person.

Apparently?

According to Miguel. He came to the open house I was sitting for Syl.

- Really? - We... We talked for a while.

Actually, I talked. I just...I gave him some insight.

Insight.

He said he thinks I could...

(Dexter) Save his Iife.

...save his life.

Every word, buIIshit.

When did he start Iying? With EIIen?

Before her?

So, chocolate?

What about that shirt?

The shirt.

Dexter, what's wrong?

I have to go look at some blood.

Evidence. For a crime.

Hazelnut.

Maria, why don't you head home, get some rest?

I can't.

I have to...do something.

Sure. I'm here if you need me. OK?

(Exhales)

Tell me that we're close on the Skinner.

Cause this Ellen Wolf thing is about to take over.

Still running down tips, but they're bullshit.

They'll keep being bullshit because nobody saw King take Anton.

- What about Mario Astorga? - As tight-lipped as King.

Maybe I can help.

She could use a win right now. We all could.

You gonna charge King?

- Not with what you have. - We release him, he's in the wind.

Anton's dead.

So has King asked for legal counsel yet?

King knoes we have nothing on him. Why would he waste the money?

Technically, if he's not represented, I can't walk in and offer him any deals.

Not on the record, anyway.

Come on. No one'll know the difference.

Till a year from now, the recorded document shows up on CNN, uh-uh.

Actually, that camera's been on the fritz.

It wouldn't surprise me if it didn't record anything.

(Door opens and closes)

Freebo's bIood. The Iink between his murder and MigueI.

If I go down, I can take MigueI with me.

A mutual assurance. A symboI of trust.

- Mm-mm. - Fuck. That's it?

No way we're gonna let that monster walk.

Are we?

(Dexter) l hope we meet again.

I'd Iike to get to know you better.

But how weII can you reaIIy know someone?

How much do you want to know?

There's gotta be something.

(Sighing) All we got is Mario who won't say shit.

We could start skinning him ourselves before he'd talk.

Morgan, we're not skinning Mario.

I got a better idea.

Wanna share with the whole class?

No, just you. I need a partner on this.

Here we are. Home sweet home.

It's too bad Anton won't ever get to do that. Thanks to you.

What?

(Mario) Los arboles.

Holy shit.

- You told him I revealed things? - We didn't tell him shit.

He knew you were in holding. He must have thought you caved.

I didn't tell anyone anything.

I'm sorry. We didn't mean to get your family caught up in this, all right?

- We'll do everything we can to help you. - What can you do? Nothing!

You're right. We don't even know where this guy is.

You gotta help me, or I can't do anything to help you.

- (Sighs) - Then that's it. I'm sorry.

?Que va a pasar? Wait!

He has a building.

We went through all of his holdings. There's no record of him owning any building.

He rents it with cash. He had me go there and pay once.

- He's trying to grow trees to sell. - Where?

On 164th under the highway.

It's all I know.

Mi familia.

Go inside. Lock the door. I'll send a patrol car. Go.

It worked. Get in.

Thank you.

(Tires screeching)

Anton!

Anton, are you in there?

- (Banging) - Anton?

Watch out.

Fuck restraint. Here.

(Car engine starts)

Morgan! Get out of the way.

(Groaning)

- (Moans) - It's me. It's OK.

You're safe.

(Moans)

I need an ambulance at the 164 and the 94 ASAP.

Get an APB out on George King.

You found me. You found me.

You can't get away from me that easily.

(♪ Whistling Camptown Races)

(Computer beeps)

(Dexter) And the results are...

(Door opens)

Maria.

Come on. I'll take you home.

I can't go home.

There's too much silence.

I know.

You don't want to have to think about what she went through.

- Only to realize that she's really gone. - Don't.

- Pero, corazon, she's gone. - Don't.

OK?

And that's gonna hurt like hell. I know that too.

But you have friends.

Hey, hey, hey.

You got me.

I'm right here.

OK? I'm right here for you.

To get you through.

My, my, my.

(Sobs)

(Dexter) lt's not Freebo's blood. lt's not even human.

lt's bovine. Cow's blood.

He's been using me the whoIe time.

l didn't create a monster, l was used by one.

He used me.

(Dexter screams)

Miguel!

Nine holes tomorrow?

You bet.

(Dexter) Today l keep up the pretence.

But soon, maybe tomorrow,

MigueI wiII know exactIy how I feeI

because finaIIy there's an emotion l don't have to fake.

Today, I feeI something reaI.