Lead fucking investigator. Translation – everyone's bitch. I do have a life, you know.
You do?
“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)
The fucking Bay Habour Butcher is butchering up my own social life.
[Masuka leaves the room]
Sorry.
[Dexter walks out the police station]
Mini-van's that way.
Field morgue's this way.
I'll wait.
You should take the night off, Sergeant.
On pizza night? No way.
What does that girlfriend of yours see in a freak show like you anyway?
You'll have to ask her.
Maybe I will.
Doakes thinks he knows my secrets. But he only needs to look at this – my body of work – to know the real me.
Are you hoping they'll talk to you?
The one's with heads anyway. They always speak, eventually. Just gotta ask the right question.
Which is?
Why were they chosen?
You looking for a pattern?
One doesn't kill this many people in this careful, methodical way without a reason. Some ... twisted set of principles.
They would have to be twisted, wouldn't they?
The worst killers in history are usually the one's who think the murders were somehow ... just. Even deserved. Leaders have slaughtered whole populations for the same warped reason.
But there's never any justification for killing.
No. Well, one, of course. To save an innocent life.
To save an innocent life.
How many more bodies would there have been had I not got to those killers? I didn't want to save lives, but save lives I did. Motivation aside, I think Harry and Lundy would agree on this one.
Roger the Artful Dodger.
RRoger
Jesus! You scared me, bro.
We have some unfinished business.
RRoger
Oh, yeah, right, the warranty and stuff. Listen, uh, I can't write you up right now, I've got the wife waiting for me.
You're not married.
RRoger
Ex-wife. I gotta take the kids.
You don't have kids.
RRoger
Step-kids. They're hers.
Nope.
RRoger
Okay, how about this one – I don't give a shit.
[Dexter starts choking Roger]
Neither do I.
[Dexter throws Roger into the back of the mini-van]
You were right about the ample cargo space.
RRoger
Where am I?
Looks different under plastic, but you spent an evening here with Anne Cowen. You took her last breath from her right over there, you remember?
RRoger
No. Y-you're wrong. I wouldn't!
No, you would. And you did. And you were about to do it again; that's why we're here.
RRoger
No, this is crazy. You got the wrong guy. I-I sell cars, for God's sake! I'd never hurt anyone in my life – definitely not a woman!
... Why can't I do that?
RRoger
Do what?
Lie like that! I thought I was good, but you? It's ... mwah.
RRoger
I don't lie!
Okay, that one was weak.
RRoger
Kay, look. Pick any car on the lot. It's yours. T-bird, town car, you name it. Y-yours. Free. I'll call it in right now.
Lots closed.
RRoger
I'll have them open it up. I'm the manager. They do what I say.
The manager's name is Rick Buxton!
RRoger
Well, yeah, but I've been there longer than he has.
You've been there three months!
RRoger
At the other lot.
Ha, ha! It's like watching someone ski moguls. You just hop from one lie to the next. No shame, no embarassment. You just don't give a shit. That's the key, right? Not to care about anyone or anything.
RRoger
I care. I care a lot.
No, it was a compliment. I don't care either.
RRoger
Yes, you do. Like about your wife.
Not married.
RRoger
Girlfriend, then. Saw it the minute you walked on the lot.
What did you see? Tell me.
RRoger
Look, most guys your age, they'd beeline right for the horse power, or something. Flashy, sexy. But you. You're there all alone, no one there to nag you, and you don't even glance at the coups. The only thing you look at is the mini-van. Like you can see her in the passenger's seat, and the kids in the back.
Leave the kids out.
RRoger
See? You're lying to yourself if you think you don't care.
She's just a companion, really. Started that way, anyway. Someone who ... looks good. Normal.
RRoger
They worm their way in.
Yeah, they do. And they shut you out.
RRoger
... That's what this is about? That she shut you out? Oh! Man, okay, I get it. I've been there. But you can't let her get to you like this, 'cause – 'cause they're all the same! Fucking bitches! You do everything for them, and then they fuck you! She's not worth it, all right? You're better off without that cunt!
[enraged] Don't ...
[Dexter slams his knife into Roger's chest]
... talk that way about my girlfriend!
I'm Dexter, and I'm not sure what I am.
EEveryone
Hi, Dexter.
I just know there's something dark in me. I hide it. Certainly don't talk about it. But it's there. Always. This ... Dark Passenger. How when he's driving, I feel ... alive. Half-sick with the thrill, complete wrongness. I don't fight him. I don't want to. He's all I've got. Nothing else could love me, not even ... especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because, lately, there are these moments that I feel connected to something else. Someone. It's like ... the mask is slipping, and things, people, that never mattered before, are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me.
I knew there was something wrong with you. The secrets, the sneaking around. Now it all makes sense. Lot of cops have been where you are. The booze, the drugs. Makes the job go down easier. Stay clean, and stay out of my way, and we won't have a problem.
[Doakes starts leaving]
Oh, and you owe me a new Michelin, you motherfucker.
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