I don't need them for the pain anymore. I just ... need them.
[thoughts] And I need duct tape. Three or four rolls. Running low on heavy duty trash bags. When's the last time I sharpened my knives?
“An Inconvenient Lie” · Season 2, Episode 3
In this episode: Dexter Morgan (24), Vince Masuka (5), James Doakes (4), Frank Lundy (2), María LaGuerta (2), Debra Morgan (1), Lila (1)
I don't need them for the pain anymore. I just ... need them.
[thoughts] And I need duct tape. Three or four rolls. Running low on heavy duty trash bags. When's the last time I sharpened my knives?
No self control, lost everything, trying to stop; same whiny story over and over for ...
[Dexter checks his watch.]
Ten minutes? Feels like ten hours.
I'd kill for a Vicodin.
[thoughts] Lightweight.
Hold the elevator!
[Dexter gets his arm into the elevator doors as they close. The elevator opens and he enters. Doakes is in there]
Thanks.
Nice dodge last night, flooring it through that yellow light.
Oh. Were you behind me?
See you tonight.
The boss's watermelons look bigger on TV.
The operative word is "boss" – show some respect.
I thought I was.
I go to stalk a killer, and I end up with a new car. How'd that happen?
New car?
Yeah.
You get married?
Not that I know of.
Who's your daddy?
... Uh, Harry Morgan?
Say it.
... You're my daddy?
Sounds weird when you say it.
So tell me. Exactly how full of shit are you?
I'm not full of anything.
It was a nice performance in there. Where did you download it from? Addict.com?
I have no reason to lie.
Sure you do. We all do.
You thought I was lying?
I dunno, Bob.
Well, it is anonymous.
Everyone in that room has heard, or lived, far worse than anything you've ever done.
I doubt it.
Oh! So you're Super Junkie.
I don't mean to imply that what you've been through hasn't been difficult.
But there's no way that I could know what you've experienced, right? I couldn't possibly feel that need. Like a thousand hiding voices whispering "this is who you are". And you fight the pressure. The growing need rising like a wave. Prickling and teasing and prodding to be fed. But the whispering gets louder, until they're screaming "now!" And it's the only voice you hear. The only voice you want to hear. And you belong to it. To this ... shadow self. To this ...
Dark Passenger.
Yes. The Dark Passenger.
Two women are dead, the killer is selling mini-vans, and I have an opportunity to prove it. Even if I am laying low. Having a victim prepped and ready will take the edge off the weight. I hope.
DNA, DNA, come out and play.
Uh oh. Roger's got you in the box. Once you're in the box, you don't leave without a deal.
... Uh oh.
Don't worry, you're safe with Roger. He's the best. I'm just dropping off this "thank you" note.
I was just leaving.
He sent you across the street, didn't he?
Cross the street?
It's okay, he told me not to tell anyone either. Yeah, I don't know how he makes a living sending his commissions to other dealers.
Maybe he has ulterior motives.
Or maybe he knows I can't afford his price.
After he ran a credit check?
TRW doesn't lie.
So, you're single?
[awkwardly] Yeah.
Makes it tougher to afford those big ticket items like cars and houses. You rent an apartment?
A house. Yeah, I hate sharing walls. You can hear everything.
Tell me about it. No pets, though, right?
Is this a come on? 'Cause it's a little weird.
Must be why I'm still single.
Roger's DNA matches the semen found at both crime scenes. Irrefutable. If I do nothing, then another woman dies. Is that my long, dormant conscience talking, or the Dark Passenger whispering?
It's been 24 hours since I asked to be replaced.
... Has it?
What's taking so long? Every cop on the damn force wants in on this case. Just take your pick.
I've been wondering about that, actually. Everyone wants on but, you want off.
I told you. I have cases.
I don't think so.
Fuck's sake. Jesus, I don't wanna be on your task force, all right?
Why?
Because I'm the last person in the world that should be on it. You want me to find a serial killer? I was engaged to one, for Christ's sake. What kind of cop – what kind of –
That's why I chose you, you know. Because of what you went through. You survived. I don't know how. I can't begin to imagine the strength it took. Continues to take. More than that, you got a first hand look into the mind and heart of a killer. And you're still here. If you can accept that – really accept it – you could use it. Mix that with some of your strength and you can catch someone even worse than the Ice Truck Killer. But you have to stop running. Finish today's interviews. And if you still want out, you got it.
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