Dexter Page #8

Dexter stares at Angel, gets up and slowly walks away deep in

thought.

DEXTER (V.O.)

He's certainly raising the bar. Damn,

this guy is good.

CUT TO:

INT. DEXTER'S CIVIC - IN FRONT OF RITA'S HOUSE - MIAMI, FL -

SAME:

The Civic stops. Dexter and Rita sit in silence, then -

RITA:

Will they catch him soon?

DEXTER:

Doubt it. The killer is an artist...

RITA:

(confused)

What do you mean?

But now Dexter's in his own world and he says very softly...

DEXTER:

His technique...it's incredible.

RITA:

What..? Dex, I can hardly hear what

you're...

But before she finishes, Dexter SUDDENLY leans over and

KISSES HER, long and hard on the mouth.

She pushes him away -- a look of horror crosses her face. She

pats her dress down, frantically runs her hands through her

hair.

41.

RITA (CONT'D)

I'm sorry...I don't think I want to --

I mean, I'm not ready for -- Damn it,

Dexter. WHY!?

She unbuckles her seat belt, jerks the door handle up, jumps

out of the car, SLAMS the door shut -- runs into her house.

BACK ON DEXTER:

DEXTER (V.O.)

What have I done now? I'm not even

interested. And why can't I get that

neat stack of body parts out of my

head.

(beat)

No blood.

(beat)

Why did I kiss her?

And as we push in tight to Dexter's face, we -

CUT TO:

INT. LIVING ROOM - DEXTER'S APARTMENT - COCONUT GROVE - LATER

And Dexter looks grim and angry -- sits at his desk, faces

his computer -- the large ÒJaworski FileÓ just inches from

his fingers and right next to that, is the same porn magazine

we saw in Jaworski's apartment.

Dexter pounds away on the keyboard and as the images on the

computer screen reflect off his face, his shoulders tighten,

and his eyes turn cold and black.

DEXTER (V.O.)

That's it. He's definitely the one.

(beat)

ÒScream and Cream.Ó The mother of all

rape sites.

PLAYING ON THE SCREEN

Is a grainy video of the attractive, but the struggling,

desperate Jane Saunders is tied down to a stained mattress

lying on a filthy basement floor -- and humping away on top

of her is -- a short, stocky, masked man with the same

tattooed hands we saw on Jaworski.

42.

It's unseemly and nauseating, then it becomes pure evil as we

watch Jaworski climax, reach under the mattress, pull out a

knife, and as he raises it high in the air, we -

CUT BACK TO:

THE FURIOUS DEXTER

Staring at the computer -- hatred all over his face.

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

...Now it's just a matter of time

before he becomes a drop of blood in

my glass slide collection.

(beat)

But I have to wait, because what I do

requires infinite planning and I have

to be careful and follow the code of

Harry.

And as Dexter pushes back from his desk, we hear --

YOUNG DEXTER (O.S.)

Is that why we took this trip, Pop?

FLASHBACK TO:

EXT. CAMPGROUNDS - CENTRAL FL - LATE AFTERNOON

The sun is going down and little Dexter is helping his father

build a campfire -- throws a couple of twigs into the pile.

YOUNG DEXTER:

To talk about this?

Harry gets on his knees, blows into the embers, the fire

ignites, then he stands, faces Dexter.

HARRY:

I'm getting old, son, and I think when

you get older, people understand

things differently.

(sits next to Dexter)

See -- It's not a question of getting

soft or seeing things in shades of

grey instead of black and white. I

really believe it's just a matter of

understanding things differently --

Understanding things in a better way.

YOUNG DEXTER:

I think I understand.

43.

Beat.

HARRY:

Ten years ago, I would have had you

committed -- but now I know better.

(gently)

You're a good kid, Dexter.

YOUNG DEXTER:

(sincere, distraught)

No Pop, I'm bad. I'm...

HARRY:

(cuts him off)

No...You're good...You are, Dex...I

know it and you know it and I know it

because...because otherwise you

wouldn't care what me or your mom

thought -- you'd just do it. But we're

not going to be here forever so we

have to get you sorted out.

He stares into Dexter's eyes.

YOUNG DEXTER:

Pop, I'm sorry.

HARRY:

(beat, then very gently)

Come here, son.

Harry leans over, flicks the hair away from Dexter's face.

HARRY (CONT'D)

What do you remember from before? You

know, before we took you in?

Beat.

YOUNG DEXTER:

Nothing.

HARRY:

Good -- nobody should remember that,

because what happened to you as a

little boy shaped you.

YOUNG DEXTER:

Will I ever remember?

HARRY:

I hope not.

(beat)

(MORE)

44.

HARRY (CONT'D)

What happened was too strong, it was

too much. It got into you too early,

son and it's going to stay there --

and listen to me carefully now -- it's

going to make you want to kill and you

won't be able to stop it.

YOUNG DEXTER:

(sad)

So, I'm going be like this forever?

HARRY:

Yes, and nothing can change that --

but you can channel it. Control it. We

can use it for good.

(beat)

I going to teach you how to choose

what and who you kill. Teach you how

not to get caught.

(beat)

This will be our secret. Just between

you and me? No one else can ever know.

YOUNG DEXTER:

Are you sure?

HARRY:

I'm absolutely sure and Dexter --I

want you to, because there are plenty

of people who deserve it.

YOUNG DEXTER:

So you're not mad at me?

HARRY:

No, son. I love you.

As Harry smiles at little Dexter, we HEAR -

DEBRA (O.S.)

Don't bullshit me, Dex. Give me

something before they shut me out.

SMASH CUT TO:

INT. WOLFIE'S DELI - MIAMI BEACH, FL - MORNING

Crowded and chaotic. Dexter and Deb sit in a booth wolfing

down stacks of pancakes and eggs.

DEBRA:

LaGuerta's still convinced the killer

was seen, too scared to finish so she

still has me interviewing hookers.

45.

DEXTER:

It's a waste of time. Think, Deb. If

he was interrupted...

DEBRA:

(cuts him off, excited)

Jesus Christ Almighty -- Right,

because then how'd he get the time to

wrap up all the pieces? What a skinny

idiot she is.

DEXTER:

(beaming)

But now we have a fourth body and the

cuts were different. It's telling us a

story -- the ritual is changing...

He's looking for some inspiration and

he's not finding it.

DEBRA:

(realizing)

So he keeps doing it until he gets it

right.

DEXTER:

I could be wrong.

But he isn't and Deb knows it, then shovels a forkful of

pancakes into her mouth and after a couple of hearty chomps -

DEBRA:

(with mouthful)

So, how the hell was your date last

night?

DEXTER:

Great. You ought to try it sometime.

You need a life.

DEBRA:

I need a transfer to Homicide, then

we'll see about a life.

DEXTER:

I understand, it would certainly sound

better for the kids to say, ÔMommy's

in homicide.'

DEBRA:

(exasperated)

Don't make me hit you.

46.

DEXTER:

It's a natural thought. And then we

can talk about nephews and nieces.

More little Morgans. Why not?

DEBRA:

You sound like mom.

DEXTER:

I'm channeling her.

DEBRA:

Well, change the channel and tell me

what you know about cell

crystallization?

DEXTER:

(eyes her)

What do you mean?

DEBRA:

I heard the coroner say it last night -

-- he was talking about the dead

headless chick.

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