Dexter

Previously on Dexter...

This child is happening.

I'm going to have a child. But I can't be a father to it. Can I?

The Oscar Prado case?

Fuckers are on the career-maker of the year. Nail this Freebo and they're golden.

This time he killed a senior ADA's brother.

Except he didn't kill Oscar. I did.

- What do you have on Freebo, Maria? - Ramon.

- Well, we're working on some new angles. - Which means you've got shit.

This doesn't look good, Javier. I think you fucked a girl who's now dead.

All right, look. I passed her to a friend

- who could feed her habit... - A friend?

- Yeah, a white guy named Freebo. - Freebo?

Why do you think Freebo's still in town?

Because I think he killed his girlfriend on Sunday. Jane Doe.

Wasn't Jane Doe missing a patch of skin?

Freebo's still out there killing. We got to catch him fast.

Yeah, but we got a lead now.

This department is becoming annoyingly effective.

Anton is my contact.

- If you wear him out or blow his cover... - I know how to work a CI, Quinn.

So unless there's some other reason you don't want me to talk to him...

I can get you a shield tomorrow.

- Will you get me a shield for being a rat? - No. For being an honest cop, Debra.

Like your father.

I know all about the Chicky Hines case. He was a big one for the prosecutor.

- And guess who that was? - Shit.

Miguel Prado.

M-6 bayonet. Oscar tried to kill Freebo with it.

It's only fitting I use it to complete the task.

It was self-defense.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

The grocery store. The modern-day equivalent of the Serengeti,

where the mighty lion goes to hunt.

And my weaker brethren reward me with gifts.

Hmm!

We'll be needing a lot of those pretty soon.

The lioness, of course, has her own agenda.

- (Cody) What's next? - Uh...

Macaroni & Cheese. Mayonnaise.

You do your grocery list alphabetically?

How else would you do it?

Got it.

Mmm! The rare and elusive White Cheddar. Very good choice.

Let's go find some muffins.

What you wanna be? A painter? I don't know... (Giggles)

I bet you're a good drawer. A sculptor...

My highly tuned senses detect another predator sniffing around one of my cubs.

- D'you get the mayo? - Yep.

He wanted to know where the Cheerios are.

Aisle three. Other side of the store.

Oh... Thanks.

All right. What's next?

Zucchini.

Just in case.

FQ.

Forensics Quarterly.

Forensics Quarterly. With an article written by yours truly.

Good stuff. Very sexy.

"Simultaneous quantification of autosomal and Y-chromosomal DNA"?

Yeah, I autographed it but if you want me to write something personal, let me know.

Oh, yeah. Definitely.

No match on her prints. No missing persons report.

- So Jane Doe... - Is still Jane Doe.

And Freebo?

Same thing, nothing.

Sugar is so much better than the artificial stuff. Don't you think?

Well, I guess.

- Do you like milk or cream? - Neither.

- Not exactly the chatty type, are you? - No.

Quinn, Morgan. Man the phones. Man the streets.

Someone out there's seen Freebo and we haven't found him yet. Let's go.

Miguel Prado - the only living person who's seen me with blood on my hands.

- Miguel. - Maria.

Hey. How are you holding up?

I can't lie. I'm missing my little brother every minute of every day.

Well, it'll get easier. It's a cliché but it's true.

I want to thank you for making Dexter Morgan available to me. He, uh...

He went to great trouble to help me...understand...

how Oscar's last moments unfolded.

Why is he trying so hard to be my friend?

We're doing everything we can to find the man who killed Oscar.

I know you are. That's why I feel like I'm in such a difficult situation.

What is that?

Well, you've dedicated so many of your resources towards resolving this...

He's trying to end the investigation.

Is it worth it? We both know if you don't catch a perp in the first 48 hours,

the chances significantly drop that you ever will.

Miguel, this is not the time to give up or even slow down.

We will find Fred Bowman. We'll bring him to justice.

Thank you, Maria.

Psst! Tonight...

Viernes Culturales.

Come by the beach, grab a beer, uh... medianoche. Right after work.

- You'll be home by eight. - I don't know if Rita will be up for it.

Syl already talked to her. She'd love to go.

Then Viernes Culturales it is.

Did he say anything about the Chicky Hines situation?

I still got a witness in lockup that says Hines is innocent.

- Miguel is aware of that. - I know.

I was just wondering when he's finally going to get around to questioning my witness?

- I assumed he had already. - Not as of this morning.

Well, I'm sure he'll get to it.

I'll talk to him.

We got a new murder victim. Dumped in the park just like our Jane Doe.

Some of his skin was sliced off. Looks like Freebo struck again.

- All right. Let's get there. - It can't be Freebo. I killed him.

But only Miguel and I know that.

And we're not at liberty to tell.

Javier Garza, he's a lowlife pimp.

He's the one that connected our Jane Doe to Freebo.

Looks like Freebo paid him back for that.

I can't say for certain until I get this under the 'scope,

but I'm guessing we're looking at something like an eight-inch blade,

razor-sharp, single-edged.

Same type of instrument used on our Jane Doe.

So Freebo killed Javier.

No, he didn't kill Javier.

One of the tree-trimmers called it in, said he didn't see anything or anyone unusual.

It all points to Freebo.

- He got a little hungry for flesh this time. - (Debra) What the hell's that about?

Do we think he's eating it?

There's a lot more cannibalism in this country than any of you realize.

Maybe the skin's like a trophy or something.

Or he just likes to hurt people. What do you think, Dex?

- They all sound like good theories to me. - Way to commit.

So far we haven't found shit on Freebo but now he's giving us a second chance.

So let's not blow it. Quinn, Morgan, let's get a canvass going. One-block perimeter.

- Start with the tree-trimmers. - Why don't you take the tree-trimmers?

- I'm going to start over here. - Oh, gosh. I wonder why.

Hey! Can you come down here?

Sure.

Hi. I'm Detective Joseph Quinn.

There's nothing to worry about here. Did you guys see anything?

How long have you been out here? Been out here a while?

- What's your name? - George Washington King.

- And you called this in? - Yes, I did.

- You found the body? - Uh... No, no. Mario did.

- Will you join us, please? - Ven aqui.

Mario, did you notice anyone else?

Keep my eyes on my work.

I got to go with Freebo on this one.

Means he's stepping out from wherever he's been hiding.

Not so good for our latest victim but good for us.

Yeah.

- Yeah. - Hey, Dex.

Let's grab a beer tonight, talk about my Jane Doe.

I'd like to help but I have too much to deal with right now.

What do you have to deal with?

Rita's pregnant.

Say again?

Rita's pregnant.

You're lying!

- I'm not lying. - A baby?

A motherfucking roly-poly, chubby-cheeked shit-machine? Are you kidding me?

Well, I've never heard it described in quite those words before, but yeah.

That's so great!

I'm so happy for you guys.

Well, thank you.

Hmm... Baby on board.

I've got to get on board.

Grab a sweater. It'll get cool later.

Mm.

You OK?

I always get my morning sickness late in the day.

You want to stay home? We don't have to go.

- No. - The Prados will understand.

No. I was looking forward to seeing Syl. I know you love hanging out with Miguel.

Miguel. My new bestest friend.

Besides, the doctor says the way I'm feeling is fine.

What else did the doctor say?

He asked me a million questions about my medical history.

There's a form for you to fill out too, but I told him you were adopted.

I mean... Are there any details that you do know?

Like "Mom was killed by a chainsaw, my brother was killed by...

"well, me." That kind of stuff?

No, I don't really know anything.

Well, it's OK.

I could go to the doctor and get checked out, if you want.

- You'd do that? - Of course.

I'm glad we're in this together, Dexter.

You'll make a good father.

You know, if you want to.

- Here. It'll help settle your stomach. - Thank you.

- How are you doing with everything else? - Good.

I feel better about it now.

- Actually kind of excited. - Good. And Dexter?

Mm. I think he's still a little overwhelmed by everything.

Ugh! Men, they're such babies.

They need to be carried kicking and screaming into fatherhood.

I guess they're just scared about losing their freedom.

Dexter. I don't know if you officially got to meet my other brother, Ramon.

Beautiful wife, Sara.

- Nice to meet you. - You too.

- Sheriff's department, right? - That's right.

So you're the guy that Miguel is always talking about?

- Oh? - Oh, don't worry. Like they say, it's all good.

Yeah, if good means being part of the team

that's never going to catch our brother's murderer.