Dexter's feeling guilty (and bitchy!) in the wake of killing the innocent (but douche) Farrow. So he decides to bite the bullet and re-balance the scales by killing Trinity. He gloms onto an out-of-town house-building excursion, during which he opens up (kinda) about killing a guy, and Trinity opens up (somewhat) about his own sordid past. He doesn't admit to his 30-year murder spree, but he does spell out the events of his sister's death and how he was made to feel responsible. So Dexter plans to kill him that night, only when he breaks into Trinity's room, no one's there. Turns out, Trinity is planning to meet the sunrise by jumping to his death at the construction site. Dexter gets there in time to stop him, and just as Dex thinks better of it and is ready to let him drop, the rest of the crew shows up to pull Arthur to safety. Going forward, Dexter may want to get a move on.
That's because the Trinity investigation is really chugging along. Debra can't keep it limited to just the bludgeoning for long, and while LaGuerta is intrigued enough to push for a full-blown investigation, Debra can't be on it because she's a victim of it. But Debra, via a happy accident and a flashing of Masuka, realizes that her gunshot wounds don't match a killer of Trinity's height. So, bad news: someone else shot her. Good news: She can re-join (and take lead on) the Trinity investigation.
Additionally, with Dexter out of town, Rita ends up in the company of Neighbor Elliot, who is finally making himself useful as a plot device by clearly leading up to becoming Temptation for Rita. And LaGuerta and Angel end their episode and a half of self-denial by doing it at work.
Previously: Dexter declined to kill Trinity so as to better learn family values from him. Miami Metro actually got a pretty decent jump on the Trinity investigation, discovering that he's been spreading the ashes of a relative at the crime scenes. Angel and LaGuerta promised their relationship was kaput. And Deb got approval to investigate the bludgeoning third of Trinity's murders. Oh, and Dexter killed a smarmy fashion photog who ended up NOT being guilty of killing his models. Oops.
So Dexter's in his Blood Shack, his voice-over is going overboard with an endless string of defensive, bitchy justifications for why killing Farrow was so totally not his fault. You know my rule with DVO -- I ignore until it gives me something good. Basically, Dexter's feeling guilty -- not only for killing Farrow but for not going after Trinity instead -- and he doesn't like feeling guilty. He even breaks Farrow's blood slide in half, since it doesn't meet the standards of Harry's code. Of course, he cuts his thumb in the process, the better to be a metaphor for his guilt.
At work, Angel presents Farrow as a former suspect, now a possible victim. LaGuerta leaps to the logical conclusion that it was Brand -- Farrow's assistant and the real model-murderer -- who did it, and the case is then passed off to two detectives who don't even get speaking parts, so let's consider this matter shelved for the week, huh?
Deb notices Dexter being extra fidgety, but she has no time to wonder why, as now it's her time to present her bludgeoning case. She's got a slideshow of the victims throughout the ages. In particular, she points out the smudges of cremains that show up in the crime scene photos -- the same as the ash found at the most recent bludgeoning. Alas, because this is Deb, she clicks one slide too far and reveals a shot of one of the bathtub victims, also with an ash smudge in the photo. LaGuerta has her shutter back to it. Deb tries to tapdance around the issue but Maria finally has her come out with it. So Deb explains that the ash has shown up in photos from the bathtub killings AND the jumper-suicides. That's the pattern, see; three in succession, every year or so, for the last thirty years. While DVO repeatedly hopes for his sister's case to get laughed out of the room, LaGuerta is officially intrigued. Even when Deb gets to the part about Lundy investigating him, and how Trinity killed Lundy and shot Deb.
So Dexter leaves in a huff, DVO reaffirming his intention to kill Trinity and get it over with. Deb follows him out, bubbling over with pride and excitement. LaGuerta calls her into her office, looking fired up, and of course Deb thinks she's about to get a commendation so she practically leaps to follow her. I find myself using "of course" with Deb a lot. It's a testament to how strongly and consistently she's been written throughout the seasons. Maybe as well as anyone else on the show, Dexter included. Anyway, Dexter awkwardly tries to convey enthusiasm, but his feeble attempts are interrupted by Quinn, who shadows him to the elevator and smarmily notes that Dex is, as usual, taking lunch "off campus." "I really do need to stab someone," DVO menaces as the elevator doors close. See, DVO. That was good.
Meanwhile, Trinity weeps over that coffin he built last week, then covers it with a tarp.
Later, Dexter rolls up on Trinity's cozy suburban palace, where the Mitchell clan are engaging in a positively perverse tableaux of family activity. Arthur's gardening, the daughter is watering the lawn, mom's probably inside baking, and Jonah is washing his car in a powder-blue t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, his tan arms lapping up the sunlight like -- okay, moving on. Jonah's there. He's looking nice. Arthur's in much happier spirits to see "Kyle" than he was last week, even when Dex lays out the pretext for his visit: He's checking up on Arthur after the whole deer incident. Arthur brushes it off, then breezes past Dex to correct Jonah on the proper way to dry the car. The moment veers into domineering territory as Arthur snaps at Jonah about doing things the right way and whips the rag back at Jonah's chest and strong arms and deceptively huge shoulders and...oh shut up. DVO natters on about cracks appearing in the perfect family as Sally comes out with a glass of lemonade, having just washed and folded Arthur's clothes. So I was kinda close with that "baking" guess, huh? The upshot? Arthur's planning a trip to Tampa for another Habitat for Inhumanity build. DVO wonders if he's really looking to start another cycle so soon. Dex gets Arthur to divulge that he's leaving tomorrow, right from work. The gears start turning in Dexter's head for an out-of-town kill, and DVO says he'll have to come up with an excuse to take an excursion to Tampa.
Cut to Dexter scouring the internet for a convention nearby that a blood-spatter expert could plausibly be invited to. Deb interrupts him, her voice trembling, saying LaGuerta pulled her off the Trinity case. You know, because she's a victim in said case. Did Deb not consider that? (The answer is no, of course Deb did not consider that.) Dexter, who is pretty much the opposite of how broken up Deb is about this, and doing a poor job of covering it, tries to bright-side things, saying this now frees Deb up to help out Miami Metro "in so many ways." Deb heroically refrains from punching her brother in the nose, instead noting, "I love ya, bro, but sometimes you're a fucking 'tard." Dex goes back to his search for a convention. He lingers on a weather convention in Tampa. Cut to...
Dexter, in LaGuerta's office, starts rambling about how better understanding the science behind meteorology could have untold benefits in his crime scene analysis, on and on, yammering enthusiastically. Finally, when he stops to take a breath, LaGuerta's like, "If I let you go, will you stop talking?" But Dexter doesn't stop talking, in fact he goes back to speedily making his case, at which point the POV switches from LaGuerta to Rita, who also waits for Dexter to run out of steam before giving Dex a confused look and a shrugged-shoulder acquiescence. Man, that couples therapy has done wonders for the shady crap Rita will once again let Dexter pull. She does barter with him, however; in exchange for taking off this weekend, Dexter can cover for her during her Tuesday night yoga classes. She also mentions that -door neighbor (and recently single, if you recall last week's unsubtle breadcrumb-dropping) Elliott is taking the kids fishing on Saturday. Dex doesn't give much of an indication one way or the other whether this bothers him, but he's been steadily more proprietary over his family this season, so we can guess.
We see Dexter packing a bag for his trip, including his murderin' tools as well as the bludgeoning hammer Arthur gave him. Meanwhile, Arthur is also packing, which includes portioning out some of his sister's ashes into a travel vial. Kind of like you do with your contact lens solution.
The morning, Dexter scares the crap out of Arthur as he's preparing to leave school for Tampa. He asks if he can grab a ride to Tampa and help on the build. Arthur declines and starts to drive off, but "Kyle" is increasingly desperate, talking about how he needs to get out of here, and out of here (pointing to his head). To a less murderously unhinged man, Dexter's words and demeanor here would be setting off every alarm bell you have. But with Arthur, Dexter's appeals to his charitable posturing (he references "generosity of spirit") and messianic tendencies ("you're the only one who can help me") eventually wear him down. He lets Dexter into the passenger seat and drives off.
Back at Miami Metro, LaGuerta, Angel, Quinn, and Masuka go over the Trinity case out in the open, while Deb stands at her desk not five yards away, eavesdropping and correcting them under her breath. They go over the description of Trinity as determined by the forensics and Lundy's research: close to 6'4", blue eyes, age 50-60. Angel snarks that this description will come in mighty handy among the retirees of Miami. Deb keeps miming instructions for Quinn, though he's Quinn and therefore an idiot and mistakes "DNA swab tests" for the blowjob motion. He finally gets it and proposes a targeted sweep, roadblocks where they'd collect DNA swabs from motorists. This kind of thing has worked for them in the past. The downside? Well, it'd cost a bajillion dollars, it's completely unconstitutional, and it totally fucks up Masuka's weekend (he's planning on twins!). But other than that ... LaGuerta says she'll look into the budgetary concerns (Angel flirtily offers to help her), they decide to hold the roadblocks over Thanksgiving weekend to circumvent the courts, and Masuka ... will have to suck it up. Aw.
On the ride to Tampa, Dexter is just annoying the holy shit out of Trinity, asking a billion questions. Dexter really seems to enjoy pushing Trinity's buttons -- it's been a subtle throughline in these last few episodes. Is he purposefully testing the foundation for weak spots, so to speak? Or is this more of a genuine "yappy lapdog" relationship than even Dexter would like to admit? Arthur finally tells him to shut his trap, then asks him what he's so troubled about anyway. Dexter's vague about "I did something," which annoys Arthur even more. Dex distracts by pointing out a pit stop. At the rest area, Arthur again prods "Kyle" to reveal his secret, seeming to believe helping Kyle through this is a directive from "God." Hrm. Dexter stonewalls and evades, until Arthur finally screams, "TELL ME, KYLE!" Well, now they're just making a scene. Arthur gets up to leave, which is when Dexter admits, "I killed a man." Now, lest we start to think Dexter is feeling more confessional than he should be, he makes up some cock and bull about a hunting accident. Again, as with Rita in couples' counseling, he's unburdening himself by telling the "truth," if not the actual truth. But the remorse he's feeling does seem to be genuine, and he almost gets overcome with emotion for a second. That's...jarring to see. And Arthur seems equally genuine in his empathy, which is a surprise to Dexter. Arthur stresses that confession is good for the soul and that Dexter's going to be okay.
That night, at the motel, DVO has recovered from the momentary shock and is steeling itself -- and Dexter -- for killing Arthur. He gets a call from Debra, asking about crime scene photos from the latest suicide jumper. Dexter directs her to his computer and says to have Masuka give her access. I tell you, I was certain this would lead to Debra finding that half-shredded pick of Laura Moser in Dexter's desk, or something equally incriminating. Anyway, Deb closes with this gem of an instruction to her meteorology-conference-attending bro: "If you run into that weather guy, Sonny Skies, tell him he's got a stupid name." HA! Oh Deb, you are my favorite.
Dex tears out a hardware store ad from the yellow pages, but he's met at his door by an effusive Arthur (his mood has picked up quite considerably now that he knows Dexter killed someone), who says he's got a surprise excursion for them tomorrow, as opposed to going to the build. Dexter doesn't like surprises and says so, but Arthur, practically hopping up and down, assures him he'll like this one. Dex shuts the door and exhales annoyedly. DVO whines a bit about whether the surprise will be a magical cure for remorse (there's a theme of REMORSE in this episode???) and then decides killing Arthur tomorrow night would be just as well.
Back at the station, Angel and LaGuerta crunch the numbers, unsuccessfully, and try to keep from staring at one another, also unsuccessfully. But hey, it's late, and they're the only ones still at the station, and is that mandolin music I hear on the soundtrack? I think we all know what that means. Sadly, their epic Stare of Longing and Imminent Lovemaking is interrupted by stupid Quinn, who is druuuunk. He was at the bar with "the guys" who all decided they would donate one vacation day to help finance catching Trinity. Oh, man, the union head is NOT gonna like that one. Angel and LaGuerta are thrilled, though, as this should fund the whole operation. They're even happier when Quinn stumbles his drunk ass out again. They hug over their good fortune, the sexy mandolins return, and pretty soon it is ON. And by "on," I mean "on top of the table in the conference room." I knew Amanda Woodward returning to television would have positive repercussions!
Later, Quinn's still drunk when Christine wakes him up with a knock on his door. Get this: She says her editor is breathing down her neck for a "lead that bleeds," and if she doesn't come up with one...what, I guess she's fired? I can't decide whether Quinn doesn't immediately see through this because he's drunk or because he's stupid. Like, he knows she's trying to take advantage of him, I guess, but then he lets her talk him into "giving [her] support," which in this case means hugging her while she cases his apartment for something she can use. Something like the DNA-sampling protocols. Another red flag he fails to spot: Christine turns down sex and hightails it outta there once she's gotten her lead. I don't care how drunk and/or dumb he is, you're not turning that down unless you have an agenda.
The morning, Dexter's on his way to the meteorology conference (if order to establish an alibi), but he's shanghai'd by Arthur in the parking lot. Turnabout being fair play and all. Arthur is disturbingly excited for whatever surprise he has in store for Dexter. So much so that he does this spazzy little dance, which I believe is half a Charleston and half that Puff Daddy dance from the late '90s. Either way, Arthur, you can kill as many people as you want, just never do that again. Dexter seems similarly unnerved and wonders if Arthur's "mask is crumbling." I think we've long since established Arthur's more bipolar tendencies, yes?
Back at the station, Deb is once again nudging Quinn in the direction of competent police work, but this time he gets his back up about being used as Deb's "tool." Too many ways to take that joke, I'll let y'all choose your own adventure. Deb's like, "Yeah, I'm using you to make you look good, but I wouldn't want you to feel like a tool." She finally gets Quinn to quit crying and ask Masuka for access to Dexter's crime scene photos from the Tarla Grant "suicide." Here again I totally expected this to turn into Quinn finding something incriminating in Dexter's work space. Masuka's busy supervising the assemblage of DNA kits. He and Quinn get to talking shop which, because it's them, quickly turns into talking about nailing chicks. Specifically the chicks one could nail at the kind of "geekfest" Dexter's at. Masuka assures Quinn the tail is plentiful. Quinn's like, "For you, sure, but Poin-Dexter?" I'm...I'm trying...is Quinn actually floating the notion that Dexter is somehow less fuckable than Masuka? I guess this is how we know that Quinn has officially gone off the deep end into a Doakes-like, Dexter-hating psychosis. Anyway, Masuka sticks up for Dex in his own way, which means bragging about the time when Dex was nailing Lila on the side. "That chick was crazy. Literally. I could tell you stories." Jesus, Masuka, that shit was bad enough the first time around. No mas.
At home, Rita's feeding baby Harrison when Elliott returns with the kids. They all caught fish, so everyone's happy. Even Astor, which means somewhere in heaven, an angel is crying. Rita says they can eat the fish once Dexter gets home, since that's his kind of thing. But Elliott interjects himself -- innocently or not is up to you -- and says he can easily gut a fish, and while Rita is reticent, they make de facto dinner plans with the kids. So now we know what all that hinting about Elliott and his breakup from last week was leading to.
In Tampa, Arthur pulls the van up in front of a house; Dexter's confused. Arthur bounds up the steps and rings the bell about eight times. The older Asian man who answers isn't interested in what Art's selling, but Arthur presses on with that manic look on his face. "I grew up here," he explains, before pushing past the owner and his wife and bounding up the stairs. Dex follows, all awkward-like (he bows to the owners -- awesome). Once upstairs, Dex sees Arthur has stalled at the bathroom door, all the energy of a moment ago now gone. He explains, as Dexter leads him slowly inside, that this is where it all started, for him; this is where his sister died. He explains how his 10-year-old self was standing in the doorway, watching his sister shower ("it was innocent," he stresses), and she saw him and slipped, falling through the shower door. "The glass sliced her leg," Arthur recalls, as we all connect the dots to the sliced femoral artery in the bathtub killings. DVO relates to Arthur, as they were both "born in blood," metaphorically.
Arthur goes on to recount how his parents blamed him for Vera's death. Mother eventually killed herself, while his dad became an even more abusive drunk. "Little pervert fucking cunt, you killed them," he spits, dipping into the Tourette's-like state he was in as he ramped up to his bludgeoning a few weeks back. DVO deduces that Arthur was the one who killed his dad. Coming somewhat back to his senses, Arthur tells Dexter he never told anyone this. The look on his face says it may have been freeing. He says he told it to Dexter so he'd know he's not alone. So right now, you've got two serial killers having this odd breakthrough of "honesty" by outing themselves as accidentally responsible for the death of an "innocent." I wonder if Arthur has found a way to think of his victims as guilty like Dexter has. Arthur asks Dex if he feels better, but the house's owners show up to say they've called the police, and Arthur and Dexter skedaddle before Dex can answer.
The cute coffee-van boy notices Debra loading her coffee up with sugar, which Deb cutely owns. That half a second of good feeling is interrupted by Christine, who is sniffing around Deb for a story. She lays down the bait, mentioning the DNA roadblocks, but Deb's too smart for that. She stonewalls as best she can. Rather hilariously, Christine tries to play the "my editor's breathing down my neck" card, which I'm not sure works on cops whose dick isn't about to be in your mouth. Deb tells her not to go with the story, lest she embarrass herself. But then she shows too many of her cards by agreeing to the interview Christine's been after. This seems to be the better option for Christine, so she jumps on it.
Dexter and Arthur hit up a diner for lunch. That diner happens to be right door to the meteorology convention, which gives Dex a chance to hop on over and establish his alibi. Serendipitously, he does so by snapping a pic with the very Sonny Skies of Debra's discontent. Sadly, Dex does not take the opportunity to tell him he has a stupid fucking name. He sends the pic to Ri
ta, though Rita is too busy horsing around the kitchen with Elliott and the kids, clearly already committing playfulness adultery.When Dexter returns to the diner, he finds Arthur has glommed onto another unsuspecting family. He's acting manic again, and has situated himself in their corner booth, pretty much holding them hostage and telling them all about his trip home and the bathroom where his sister died. Dexter gingerly sits down with them and looks for a graceful way to get Arthur the hell out of there. Suddenly, we've got a very "dealing with senile Grandpa" dynamic between these two. Arthur is about to tell the family about "Kyle's" confession to him when Dexter finally gets up and says they're leaving. Arthur's annoyed, but he shows no hesitation in getting up and taking off. On their way out, Arthur gets grumpy again and calls Dexter "rude." He says remorse is his problem -- he needs to shed it. Dexter offers that he could shed it maybe through giving. He asks if they can stop by a hardware store so he can buy some things to donate to the build.
At Miami Metro, Deb's in the ladies' room, looking through some Trinity files on the sly. She covers them up when LaGuerta walks in. Of course, LaGuerta's humming a song, which is the international signal for "I'm getting' some, but it's a secret." So we're in something of a Mexican standoff of deception, and though each woman is onto the other, they both back down. After LaGuerta leaves, Debra drops the file, and in bending over to pick it up, she pulls some stitches. She lifts up her shirt to get a better look at it, and when she does, something dawns on her. "Mother shit fuck," she says, which is what she says when something dawns on her.
Deb makes a beeline for Masuka's office and, after a short little play titled "Debra Takes Off Her Shirt for Legit Evidence-Gathering Purposes and Masuka Becomes Incapable of Functioning Like the 40% of a Man He Is," they get to the reason Deb is freaked. The location of Deb's wounds suggest a trajectory that isn't consistent with how tall they've got Trinity. Deb was shot by someone significantly shorter. "Fucking fuck," Deb says, realizing that Trinity didn't shoot her. (I'd holler about calling this, but it seemed kinda obvious, right?) Deb plays this scene out with a question: "Then who the fuck shot me?"
Back in Tampa, Dexter and Arthur return to the hotel after some hardware shopping (Art compliments Dex's shrewd purchase of plastic sheeting, har har har). Dexter feigns like he's sleepy, so Arthur takes off, first shaking Dex's hand and solemnly proclaiming them "kindred spirits." With Arthur gone, DVO hopes Arthur goes right to sleep, no surprises.
Back home, Rita and Elliott sit around, after dinner, polishing off a bottle of wine. Bad idea, Rita, come on. When Rita begs off more wine, Elliott teases that she's a lightweight, causing Rita to reminisce about her days as a "dress-over-the-head party girl." She's instantly embarrassed by this, but Elliott assures her he finds her completely charming. Blah, blah, blah, Rita feels weird.
Tampa. We montage our way through Dexter outfitting his hotel room in plastic wrap. It's fine and functional, but with none of the joie de vivre of past kills. Where are the rotating murals? Where are the mementos of his victims? Oh, wait, he has photos at least. I have always loved this aspect of Dexter. This "hectoring Jewish mother" side of him that will never ever let you live anything down. The last two photos are of Lundy and Deb because this shit got personal. Kind of. As the clock strikes quarter to five, Dexter fills up his syringe and ventures to the room door.
Dexter sneaks into Trinity's room and skulks up to the bed...but no one is there. He's gone. He heads out to the parking lot and sees the van's still there but his tools are gone. DVO deduces he's gone to the Habitat for Inhumanity build. And in the half-second it takes to cut to Arthur standing on a high floor of the quite unfinished house, the sun has come up. Dexter's checking out the site on the assumption that Trinity's come to make a kill (which, if you'd stop to think about it, you'd know he's not; the bathtub is the first kill in his cycle, and ain't no bathtubs in this half-finished house). Dex spots Arthur on the third level and is so caught up in his own kill that he doesn't seem to notice Arthur zombie-walking to the edge in the international gesture for I'm Gonna Jump to My Death. Dex gets up to the third floor and watches Arthur, his back turned, dump a vial of ashes over the ledge. As he inches his feet to the edge, DVO finally starts to wonder what's up. We see about a dozen long sections of rebar sticking up from the ground below, just waiting to impale something. He puts his arms out in the Jesus pose, then starts to fall.
"No, you're mine!" gasps DVO, as Dexter lurches ahead to grab Arthur. He's almost too late but he manages to catch him by the arm. So Arthur's dangling, as we've seen in so many lesser TV shows and movies. "This isn't how you die," Dexter says. There's anger in his voice, but in the heat of the moment it can easily be mistaken for adrenaline. Arthur whimpers, "Let me go!" Man, for such a fearsome killer, Arthur can be a GIANT pussy. Seeing that -- or, more accurately, seeing that killing Arthur and letting him die ("as long as it's by my hand") end up with the same man dead -- Dexter contemplates letting him drop. But just as he's about to let go, two construction workers show up from completely out of nowhere to pull Arthur to safety. That really did not sit well with me. Not only the dues ex day-laboria but also Dexter's thought process. For a second there, I was intrigued by the idea of Dexter needing to kill Arthur rather than just let him die. Remember, Herr Dark Passenger is a beast that needs to be fed, blah blah blah. "As long as it's by my hand" covers the bases, but there's a blood lust in Dexter that's not gonna be satiated by letting Trinity fall off a building. This is a seriously OCD creature of habit, remember. I don't entirely buy that Dexter is satisfied unless he can cut that body up, place it into six equal-sized bags, and dump it in the ocean. Not to mention that, this way, it seems like Dexter's endgame is justice (seeing the bad guys get killed) rather than killing. But anyway. Arthur's pulled to safety.
DVO deduced that Arthur's suicide plan was why he was able to unburden himself of his remorse. Is that what it'll take for Dexter to do the same? "I thought God sent you so that I could save you," Arthur tells Dexter, showing no indication that he recognized that Dex was about to let him fall. "But God had another plan. He sent you to save me." Dexter seems thrilled to have played such a part in this man's religious delusion. Arthur thanks Dexter as the parade of magical construction workers congratulate each other for saving the day. DVO congratulates Arthur on his reprieve.
At Miami Metro, Debra has just presented her findings re: her own shooting to LaGuerta, Angel, and Quinn. LaGuerta bright-sides that at least this means Deb can join the Trinity case again, since she's no longer a victim of his. She even gets to take lead on it. As for who shot Deb and Lundy? Angel's taking that one. As he assures Deb he'll find the fucker who shot her, he sits down on the edge of the conference table. At which point it promptly buckles and sends Angel straight to the ground. You know that whole pickle-jar theory where one person pulls and pulls and the person gets it in one try? The "I loosened it for you" gambit? This is kind of like that. LaGuerta and Angel having pulled on that pickle jar all night last night. Meeting adjourned.
At her desk, Deb promises Lundy's FBI shield that she's gonna get Trinity for him.
Arthur and Dexter drive back to Miami. And boy must THAT be an awkward drive home. DVO blathers on and on about remorse, and Arthur mistakes the thousand-yard stare for staring at him. He seems awfully chipper for a guy who not only tried to shish-kebab himself sev
eral hours ago but also has seen his mood swing with the warm Florida breeze lately. He tells Dex he was confused before, but not anymore. And he'd appreciate if Dexter kept this whole ugly "accident" under his cap. Just like Arthur will never mention "Kyle's" "accident." This I do kind of like. The one level of mutually-assured destruction that masks a whole, more brutal level of mutually-assured destruction.Arthur pulls up to traffic at a standstill. DVO notes that it's one of Debra's DNA sweeps. Dex plays it cool -- he knows he wants Trinity to himself, so this checkpoint is no good. But he wants to make it Trinity who must weasel out of it. Dexter calmly notes that this is probably for that serial killer the papers are talking about. "They have his DNA," Dexter feeds him, "and they're looking for a match." Arthur, to his credit, plays it just as cool. He calmly notes other cars pulling U-turns to get out of the logjam, and he follows suit. After a few more moments of DVO yammering about remorse we're out.
week: Jonah Mitchell makes a move. Though probably not the kind I'm hoping for.
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