Dexter

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?

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.

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 knows 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.

I've always done the deed alone.

Never stood outside,

been a witness to this moment.

You've set something in motion here.

Everything Miguel does from now on is connected to you.

Today I wake up,

kiss the wife-to-be...

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

...dress myself in the usual pants, shirt...

...and pretence.

But last night, it was no pretence.

Miguel and I took a life.

Together. And today, someone knows my truth,

shares my reality.

- I'm not alone. - (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.

Something to look forward to.

Maybe Dexter knows where he went.

I really don't.

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?

I'll just...leave.

Work.

With a detour on the way.

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.

Coño. 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.

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

I stalked a wife-killer at Jack's Hideaway last year,

grabbed him right at closing...

at 2am.

Sylvia said Miguel got home an hour ago.

Did he just lie? To me?

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 Rolling 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,

throws the bag as a last ditch.

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

Fuck.

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.

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.

- 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.