Dexter

Tonight's the night.

And it's going to happen again and again -

has to happen.

Nice night.

Miami is a great town.

I love the Cuban food.

Pork sandwiches - my favorite.

But I'm hungry for something different now.

There he is.

Mike Donovan.

He's the one.

You're mine now. So do exactly as I say.

- What do you want? - I want you to be quiet.

Now drive.

Turn here.

You have to listen.

And do what I say.

Look.

No.

Uh, yes.

No, no.

It's horrible, isn't it? Isn't it?

Please.

Open your eyes and look at what you did!

Look or I'll cut your eyelids right off your face.

It took me a long time to get these little boys clean.

One was in the ground so long he was falling apart.

I pulled him out in bits and pieces.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is...

Stop! That never helped anybody.

Please, you can have anything.

That's good. Beg. Did these little boys beg?

I couldn't help myself. I couldn't. I just...

Please, you have to understand.

Trust me, I definitely understand.

See, I can't help myself, either.

Children - I could never do that, not like you.

Never, ever kids.

Why?

I have standards.

Soon you'll be packed

into a few neatly wrapped Hefties

in my own small corner of the world.

It'll be a neater, happier place.

A better place.

My name is Dexter, Dexter Morgan.

I don't know what made me the way I am,

but whatever it was left a hollow place inside.

People fake a lot of human interactions,

but I feel like I fake them all and I fake them very well.

Ahoy. There! Any big marlin out there today?

And that's my burden, I guess.

I don't blame my foster parents.

Harry and Doris Morgan did a wonderful job raising me.

But they're both dead now.

I didn't kill them.

Honest.

You're different, aren't you, Dexter?

- What do you mean. Pop? - The Billups said Buddy disappeared.

I found the grave, son.

That dog was a noisy little creep, Dad.

He was barking all night and Mom's very sick.

That lousy dog was yapping at every leaf that blew down the sidewalk.

There were a lot of bones in there, Dexter, and not just Buddy's.

Blood -

sometimes it sets my teeth on edge.

Other times, it helps me control the chaos.

The code of Harry. My foster father, is satisfied.

And so am I.

Harry was a great cop here in Miami.

He taught me how to think like one, how to cover my tracks.

I'm a very neat monster.

Dexter, are you there?

OK. Dex. Please. As soon as you get in,

I'm at a crime scene by the shithole, the Seven Seas Motel,

and I need you here, OK?

Dex? Please.

Pretty fucking please with cheese on top.

That's my foul-mouthed foster sister, Debra.

She has a big heart but won't let anyone see it.

She's the only person in the world who loves me.

I think that's nice.

I don't have feelings

but if I could have feelings at all, I'd have them for Deb.

There's something strange

about looking at a homicide scene in the daylight of Miami.

It makes grotesque killings look staged,

like you're in a daring section of Disney World.

Dahmer Land.

You better be a cop.

No. Forensics.

Dex!

Hey, what's up?

Jeez, Deb. Where the hell do you keep your gun?

They found another hooker in the pool.

- Another? - Chopped up in bits and pieces.

- The third one in five months. - Third? You mean there's a...

A serial killer, that's right.

The other two were in Broward, chopped up just like this one.

- Any suspects? - Wish I knew.

I'm on Vice so LaGuerta told me to stay out of sight.

God forbid she listens to you.

Tell me about it.

How does someone so dumb get so much power?

She knows how to play the game. You could take a lesson.

In what, ass-kissing?

Politics.

I just want to catch this guy before he kills another one of my girls.

Don't get so emotionally invested.

- You always say that. - So did Dad.

Yeah. But he also said. "Go after what you want."

I want out of Vice and into Homicide.

What can I do to help?

You get these hunches with these types of murders.

Only sometimes.

Well, see if you get one this time.

And can I bounce some ideas off you? I get smarter when I talk to you.

You just need a little more confidence.

All right, I'll take a look.

Avoid LaGuerta and talk to Captain Matthews.

He and Dad were tight. He may put you on the case.

You're making me smarter already, see?

And keep the sex suit on when you talk to the captain. It'll help your cause.

That's a nice haircut, Masuka.

I saw your sister. Damn, looking hot.

Yeah, she should. It's hot as hell out here.

- So, why are you here? - It's a crime scene.

- Yeah, but you do blood spatter. - So?

So... There's no blood here.

- What was that? - Yeah. There's no blood in or on

or near the body at all.

It's the weirdest thing you ever saw.

Hey, Angel, let's show him.

No blood.

No sticky, hot, messy, awful blood.

No blood at all.

Why hadn't I thought of that? No blood.

What a beautiful idea.

How does the killer get rid of the blood?

It's hard to say.

The body's in good shape.

She had a nice ass too.

Head is over there. If you want to take a look.

This is unique.

No shit. And no prints, either.

I've never seen such clean. Dry, neat-looking dead flesh.

Wonderful.

- It's very clean. - Yeah, but he didn't finish.

It looks pretty completo to me, Angel.

No, no. Look.

He cut the leg in four pieces, almost like using a ruler.

But this leg is in three pieces.

Now, look, he started to make a fourth cut but stopped.

It's possible that he got interrupted.

LaGuerta's looking for a witness, working on the motel porter.

God help him.

No blood.

I can't think. I have to get out of here.

- Where are you going? - Hey, no blood...

I wish she'd stop that.

It's one of those mating rituals which I really don't understand.

But that bloodless body...

This guy may have exceeded my own abilities.

Morning, Dex.

Morning.

Hey, Dex.

Hey, Sue. Dan.

How are the families?

Good. You?

- See you at the next bloodbath? - Never miss a party.

Thanks.

Salt of the earth, these people, and they work hard.

But with the solve rate for murders at about 20%,

Miami is a great place for me,

a great place for me to hone my craft.

- I like your other outfit better. - You're a sick bastard.

Guess what. Sex suit worked. Captain put me on the case.

LaGuerta wasn't happy but she needs to get laid.

I guess. So congrats.

- So you got any ideas yet? - Nope.

Well. Start working on your mental autopsy

cos I could use your theories.

And thanks for the fucking doughnut. I got to go.

Doughnut?

You keeping your fingernails clean?

Never leave home without my rubber gloves.

Good boy.

So, anything new?

One of these days you're gonna tell me.

I already told you. Blood spatter doesn't take up all my time.

I like doing it. Maybe I can help out.

It fills my nights.

You have a morbid sense of fun.

That's probably true.

You should find a pretty girl.

I found you.

Charming like your father.

Just don't get me fired.

Then who would I bring doughnuts to?

Just like me -