Dexter Page #9

DEXTER:

(stares at her)

You got that look in your eye.

DEBRA:

I was there before you and I noticed

the body looked different from the

others. Her pieces were cold -- Like

meat packing cold, so that's what I'm

pondering -- Is that what cell

crystallization means?

FREEZE ON DEXTER

DEXTER (V.O.)

My God, why didn't I think about that?

It's beautiful.

BACK TO SCENE:

DEBRA:

Dex...what are you thinking?

Dexter looks at his sis, sips some water.

DEXTER:

Sorry...But it makes sense. Cold --

slows the flow of blood.

47.

DEBRA:

Why the hell is that important?

DEXTER:

Just a feeling...but I think maybe he

has a thing about blood.

DEBRA:

That's not enough. Come on, I need to

show LaGuerta and her boys.

(pained)

They're all making fun of me,

bro...Calling me Officer Einstein.

DEXTER:

Why?

DEBRA:

(as if...)

If tits were brains.

Dexter looks at her, then after a beat, says -

DEXTER:

Refrigerated truck.

Deb eyes him, leans in close, then says softly and slowly -

DEBRA:

What-the-f***-are-you-talking-about?

DEXTER:

(thinking --)

A refrigerated truck. He wants a cold

environment to slow the blood flow.

Clean and...mobile, so he can dump the

garbage afterwards.

DEBRA:

So we're looking for a refrigerated

truck now.

DEXTER:

Probably a stolen one.

(beat)

Think there are a lot of stolen trucks

out there?

DEBRA:

You nuts? In Miami?

They break into smiles, then Deb gets up, kisses his head -

48.

DEBRA (CONT'D)

Love you...thanks.

And she's gone. Dexter looks around takes out a little note

pad and pen and starts writing a list. ÒFishing line,

scalpels, saws, syringes, heavy-duty garbage bags...Ó

SMASH CUT TO:

INT. DEXTER'S APARTMENT - MIAMI, FL - LATER

Dexter pours over blue prints that are clearly labeled

Baywater Condos.

DEXTER (V.O.)

Preparation is vital. No detail can be

overlooked.

SMASH CUT TO:

INT. LARGE ROOM - HALF-BUILT BAYWATER CONDOS - MIAMI, FL -

LATER:

Dexter staples thick sheets of plastic over the windowless

window frames, then mops the unfinished cement floor.

DEXTER (V.O.)

And the ritual is intoxicating.

SMASH CUT TO:

INT. LARGE ROOM - HALF-BUILT BAYWATER CONDOS - MIAMI, FL -

LATER:

Dexter SNAPS a rubber sheet over a stack of sheet rock in the

middle of the unfinished room, pats it down, then cuts pieces

of Duct-tape off a large roll and sticks them to the side of

the sheet rock.

DEXTER (V.O.)

Duct tape, rubber sheets -- Necessary

tools of the trade.

SMASH CUT TO:

INT. LARGE ROOM - HALF-BUILT BAYWATER CONDOS - MIAMI, FL -

LATER:

He sees a roll of shrink wrap, quickly whips out his filet

knife, cuts up the shrink wrap, makes himself a mask, leaving

his face pressed in and distorted. He quickly makes a small

slit in between his lips so he can breathe. He pulls it off

his face, then folds it neatly.

49.

DEXTER:

I'm a big fan of the little things in

life.

CUT TO:

INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - MIAMI, FL - NEXT DAY

Dex walks into the crowded main lobby, then freezes at the

sight of -

THE CHOIR MASTER'S WIFE

Standing in front of the DESK SERGEANT, crying.

WIFE:

I don't understand...Do something,

please. Put out an Amber alert, put

his face on milk cartons -- JUST FIND

MY HUSBAND!

DESK SERGEANT:

(patiently)

Ma'am, I understand and we're trying --

the detectives are looking into

everything and when we know...

As we pan off the Sergeant and his voice trails off, we

settle -

ON DEXTER:

Eyeing the Wife.

DEXTER (V.O.)

I'm pretty certain I made no mistakes.

Dexter turns, heads toward the briefing room, then feels a

hard poke into his shoulder and stops. He spins around and

stares into the face of -

SGT. DOAKES

I saw you staring at that woman. What

do you care about her?

DEXTER:

I don't...I was just...

SGT. DOAKES

(cuts him off)

You like when women cry? You like

that? What's your thing, psycho?

50.

DEXTER:

Just heading to the briefing room.

SGT. DOAKES

(hard)

You got no call to be in there, so

flee.

But Dexter turns, keeps walking -

SGT. DOAKES (CONT'D)

Hey! I'm...

With Doakes right behind him, Dexter grabs the briefing room

door, pulls it open, and we SEE -

Lt. LaGuerta standing right inside.

SGT. DOAKES (CONT'D)

(to LaGuerta)

This f***ing guy doesn't belong. I'm

still waiting for his spatter report

on the coke head murders.

(back to Dexter)

Go do that.

LaGuerta shoots them both a look. Dexter retreats.

DEXTER:

It's okay. I don't want to make anyone

unhappy.

Dexter turns, but LaGuerta reaches out, grabs his hand.

LAGUERTA:

He can stay.

(to Dexter)

I'd love your input and we'll discuss

your case after the meeting -- so how

about we get started?

And LaGuerta pulls him into -

INT. BRIEFING ROOM - POLICE HEADQUARTERS - MIAMI, FL - SAME

The room is packed with UNIFORMED COPS, DETECTIVES. LaGuerta

sashays toward the front of the room. Dexter spins away from

Doakes, runs into a COP.

COP #2

(playfully)

Hey, Dex, I got some spatter in my

shorts, want a swab?

51.

Dexter smiles at him, looks for a seat, slides past a few

more COPS, then SEES --

DEBRA:

Sitting alone in the back -- cuts through the crowd -- GRABS

a seat next to her, squeezes her knee with encouragement.

DEXTER:

You ready?

DEBRA:

(confidently)

I'm gonna shame this b*tch.

DEXTER:

Just state your case, clean and easy,

and you'll be the hero.

And just then, Masuka slides into a seat next to Deb.

MASUKA:

Deb, how about I give you a hundred

bucks and you let me put my head

between your babaloos?

DEBRA:

(right back)

How about I stomp on your dick?

Masuka starts heaving and choking with that laugh and Deb

stares at him with a mixture of amazement and disgust.

ON LAGUERTA AT THE PODIUM

LAGUERTA:

Okay, settle down. Now, has anyone

tracked down our witness?

Mumbles throughout the room. Her face tenses, she's pissed.

LAGUERTA (CONT'D)

COME ON, PEOPLE -- SOMEONE NEEDS TO

FIND SOMETHING HERE.

DEBRA:

Uh -- Lt. LaGuerta...

Everyone turns -- LaGuerta looks at Deb, rolls her eyes.

LAGUERTA:

Oh, Officer Morgan...Didn't recognize

you with your clothes on.

52.

Titters all around. Deb hesitates then faces LaGuerta.

DEBRA:

I have an idea -- something in a

different direction.

LAGUERTA:

An idea? Really?

(smiles)

Then please, share it with us.

Deb stands, takes a breath and says --

DEBRA:

Cell crystallization -

DEXTER:

(very softly)

A little more confidence, please.

LAGUERTA:

(overlapping, to Deb)

Excuse me?

DEBRA:

...On the last victim. I'd like to

check and see if any refrigerated

trucks have been stolen in the last

week or so.

SILENCE. Everyone stares at Deb, then --

LAGUERTA:

Refrigerated trucks?

(dismissive)

Like ice cream trucks?

They lock eyes. It's a stand-off.

DEXTER (V.O.)

She doesn't get it -- None of the

brick-heads get it and poor Debra

isn't making them see it.

DEBRA:

(hard, w/growing anger)

No. Not ice cream trucks. A

refrigerated vehicle that could cause

that kind of tissue damage -- A

refrigerated truck that is mobile, so

he'll be harder to catch -- a

refrigerated truck, that might give us

a lead.

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