Dexter Page #7

Debra and her MALE PARTNER, both dressed as uniformed cops,

run into the house.

DEBRA (V.O.)

He was a fucken crack addict, a sick

abusive psycho and I beat the living

daylights out of him. But she's pretty

-- once her face heals. Anyway she's

single now.

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Her Male Partner quickly grabs the two kids and Deb rips out

her billy-club and starts WHACKING and BASHING the ex-husband

over his head. She finally puts him into a choke hold and

knocks him unconscious.

BACK TO:

INT. CUBAN RESTAURANT - MIAMI, FL - SAME

Still eating the chicken.

DEXTER:

Sounds promising.

DEBRA:

Yeah, she's perfect for you --

vulnerable, low self esteem, you know

what they say about those kind of

girls...probably f*** your brains out.

She needs someone to treat her nice.

Want her number?

BACK TO SCENE:

RITA:

(re:
the bag)

Present?

DEXTER:

Yes, but even though you look

wonderful, it's not for you.

Rita smiles, spins around, revealing -

Her two children, ASTOR (8), a soft spoken, sweetheart of a

girl wearing soft cotton jammies, and her brother CODY (5), a

soft skinned, polite young boy, wearing an oversized t-shirt

as a nightgown.

ASTOR:

(very softly)

Hi, Dexter.

Dexter drops to his knees, smiles.

DEXTER:

May I observe that you look lovely

this evening.

She eyes him, drops her eyes to the floor, then says coyly --

ASTOR:

Okay.

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DEXTER:

(turns to --)

And Master Cody, handsome as ever.

Dexter rises, walks into the living room -- modest and

simple, right out of a cheap catalogue, then turns back to

the kids and smiles -

FREEZE ON ASTOR AND CODY

DEXTER (V.O.) (CONT'D)

I like kids. They're important and

they matter more to me than their mom.

But children who witness their crack

addict fathers trying to kill their

mother with the hard to assemble Ikea

furniture...tend to be slightly

withdrawn.

BACK TO SCENE:

Dexter pulls cartons of ice cream out of his bag.

DEXTER (CONT'D)

Vanilla, chocolate and strawberry.

CODY:

No coffee?

DEXTER:

(smiles, then --)

But which do you think melts faster?

They giggle like crazy and just then Rita pops back in --

RITA:

Ready?

And as she smiles, we --

FREEZE ON HER DARLING FACE

DEXTER (V.O.)

Deb didn't know that her ex-hubby

raped her...

FLASHBACK TO:

INT. RITA'S KITCHEN - MIAMI, FL - NIGHT

And Dexter carrying a box of pizza walks into the living room

and SEES -

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Rita slip on a nightgown over her pajamas, then wrap herself

inside a big cotton robe, curl up on the couch, grab the

remote and turn on the T.V.

DEXTER (V.O.)

...and infected her pelvic region with

some horrible crack house disease.

Ever since then, she's been completely

uninterested in sex. Lucky for me.

BACK TO SCENE:

RITA:

Oh damn, my pocketbook...

And she runs out of the room again. Cody watches her

disappear, then turns back to Dexter.

CODY:

Are you going to the movies?

DEXTER:

If we can find one that doesn't make

us throw up.

ASTOR:

(teasing)

Do you throw up a lot at movies?

CODY:

(been through this)

Asstorrrr...

ASTOR:

(eyes Cody, smiles)

Well, maybe he does. Maybe he has a

vomit problem.

(turns back to Dexter)

Do you?

DEXTER:

No, but maybe I should.

And as they laugh Rita bounds back in, her plastic pocketbook

in her hand.

RITA:

Bed at nine, okay?

CODY:

Will you be back?

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RITA:

Of course I'll be back.

CODY:

(sweetly)

I meant Dexter.

DEXTER:

You'll be asleep.

CODY:

No I won't.

DEXTER:

Then I'll stop in and we'll all play

cards. High stakes poker.

And Cody and Astor lean into Dexter and wrap their arms

around his waist -- hug him tight.

RITA:

Give Mommy a kiss...

CUT TO:

EXT. JOE'S STONE CRAB HOUSE - SOUTH BEACH, MIAMI - LATER

Fidgeting, Dexter stands next to Rita, while waiting on a

very, very long line, full of the BEAUTIFUL and the HIP,

slowly snaking its way into the famous crab shack.

DEXTER (V.O.)

Needless to say, I have some unusual

habits, yet all these socially

acceptable people can't wait to pick

up hammers and publicly smash their

food to bits.

FLASH TO:

A montage of hammer wielding DINERS maniacally smashing

defenseless crustaceans into bits and pieces. And as the

shells fly around the room like shrapnel from an exploding

car bomb, the diners greedily pick at the meat.

DEXTER (V.O.) (CONT'D)

Normal people are so hostile.

BACK TO SCENE:

And Dexter smiles at Rita.

CUT TO:

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EXT. BAYFRONT PARK - DOWNTOWN MIAMI, FL - LATER

Dexter and Rita walk through the park packed with D.J.'s, and

CONGA AND BONGO PLAYERS blasting Cubano, Caribbean and hip-

hop crap. Blinding strobe and laser lights illuminate the

HUNDREDS of skimpily dressed WOMEN and MEN dancing and

drinking tequila under the intense midnight heat -- It's a

bacchanalian human flesh feast -- but curiously none of these

people seem to be aware of -

THE CRIME SCENE:

Just yards away, at the edge of the park -- cordoned of with

yellow tape and crowded with a dozen POLICE CARS, AMBULANCES,

their red and blue lights twirling. Dexter's suddenly very

interested -- grabs Rita's hand tight, STOPS walking.

DEXTER:

They might need me.

RITA:

Don't you have a pager?

DEXTER:

They don't always know they need me.

And with that, he fights his way through the sweltering

crowd, heads toward the crime scene and Rita calls out -

RITA:

DEX...

CUT BACK TO:

DEXTER:

Rushing past COPS, then SEES -

Lt. LaGuerta talking to a few eager REPORTERS but Dexter

avoids eye contact, quickly maneuvers around some DETECTIVES

and COPS, then SEES -

Angel Batista (the M.E.) in the same position we saw him at

the last crime scene -- bent over, examining wrapped body

parts (legs, toes, arms) which are once again all neatly laid

out on a blue vinyl tarp. Angel looks up -- he's grim, tense.

ANGEL:

Son of a whore.

DEXTER:

Who?

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ANGEL:

I'm talking about this hijo de puta --

this ass-hole killer, this maricon

savage who makes us work on a Friday

night.

DEXTER:

Only on Mondays through Thursday.

That's what I always say.

ANGEL:

Of course -- be reasonable. Who wants

to work on a Friday night? So como ta?

What are you doing here?

DEXTER:

Was in the neighborhood...

(then eyes him)

Why? Same guy, same pattern?

ANGEL:

Bone dry. No blood again.

And Dexter suddenly feels light headed again, paces, recoups,

then leans down next to Angel -- focuses.

ANGEL (CONT'D)

Mira aqui -- there's a small

difference in the cuts this time.

(points to an exposed hand)

Very rough here. Almost emotional.

Then here -- not so much, here and

here and in-between.

DEXTER:

Muy bien.

ANGEL:

Yeah, nice, but look at this.

Angel nudges the severed hand aside, taps an exposed femur.

ANGEL (CONT'D)

Look -- all bone. The killer, flayed

the skin completely off. Why would he

do that?

Dexter takes a breath, looks at Angel.

DEXTER:

He's experimenting. Trying to find the

right way.

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ANGEL:

Is he experimenting with the head too?

DEXTER:

What do you mean?

ANGEL:

I mean, la bestia took her f***ing

head. There isn't one around here and

God knows what he's doing with it.

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