Dexter Page #3

DEBRA:

Okay...Dex, please, soon as you get in

-- I'm at a crime scene by this sh*t-

hole, the Mamacita Motel and I need

you here right away...Okay, Dex?

Please. Pretty fucken please with

cheese on top.

She slaps her cell phone closed and we -

CUT BACK TO:

DEXTER:

Smiling.

DEXTER (V.O.)

That's my marvelous foul-mouthed

foster sister, Deborah.

CUT TO:

INT. BATHROOM - DEXTER'S APARTMENT - COCONUT GROVE, FL -

LATER:

Dexter takes a very hot shower, lathers up all over, scrubs

his face hard, then kneads the shampoo deep into his scalp

and enjoys the whole experience a great deal.

12.

DEXTER (V.O.)

She's the only person in the world who

cares if I'm alive or dead. She loves

me. Why? I don't know. I'm unlovable.

I have no feelings about anything.

CUT TO:

INT. BEDROOM - DEXTER'S APARTMENT - COCONUT GROVE, FL - LATER

Dexter quickly gets dressed. Slips on a snappy looking

bowling shirt, khakis, all light and airy. He's good to go.

DEXTER (V.O.)

...But if I could have feelings at

all, I'd have them for Deb.

CUT TO:

EXT. PARKING LOT - LA MAMACITA MOTEL - MIAMI, FL - LATER

Dexter gets out of his air conditioned Civic, is momentarily

stunned by the brutally hot morning sun.

He heads toward A CROWD OF polyester-wearing RETIREES, handme-

down-wearing CUBANO refugees and bikini-wearing TOURISTS,

standing behind the yellow police tape cordoning off this

dingy low-life, hell-hole of a motel advertising hourly

rates. But right now, the rooms are empty and the parking lot

is full with COP CARS, AMBULANCES, and MEDICAL EXAMINER VANS.

DEXTER (V.O.)

There's something strange and

disarming about looking at a homicide

scene in the bright daylight of the

Miami sun. It makes the most grotesque

killings look antiseptic, staged --

like you're in a new and daring

section of Disney World. Dahmer-Land.

Dexter scoots under the yellow tape when SUDDENLY a very

intimidating-looking UNIFORMED COP blocks his path.

COP:

You better be a cop.

Dexter flashes his OFFICIAL MIAMI-DADE FORENSIC DEPT. I.D.

DEXTER:

No. Forensics.

The Cop eyes the badge then waves him in. Dexter walks past

him, then SEES amongst all the other COPS hanging around -

13.

Debra still looking like a cheap whore, running up to him.

DEXTER (CONT'D)

Jeeze Deb, where the hell do you keep

your gun?

DEBRA:

(catching her breath)

Cut the crap -- They found another

hooker. At least, they think it's a

hooker.

DEXTER:

Why?

DEBRA:

Hard to tell from what's left. That's

the third in the last five months.

DEXTER:

Third?

(intrigued)

You mean there's...

DEBRA:

Hell yeah we got a serial killer, Bro

-the other two were up in Broward

County -- chopped up in bits and

pieces too, and they say there's no

connection. Any drooling moron could

see these kills are connected. But

that b*tch...

DEXTER:

What b*tch?

DEBRA:

That b*tch. That thin-hipped dope,

Lieutenant Laguerta -- Look at her.

And Dexter turns and SEES -

LT. MARIA LAGUERTA (30's), the definitively thin-hipped, but

intensely sexy, Cuban born head of Miami-Dade homicide,

talking rapid fire to a clearly nervous Cuban PORTER.

DEBRA (CONT'D)

She's the lead on the case. How the

hell does that happen?

14.

DEXTER:

She's a born politician -- kiss enough

ass and you get the post. Maybe you

should try it sometimes.

DEBRA:

Blow me. She's convinced there's a

witness and I want in on this case --

it's my beat but instead of using me,

she's got some detectives I never met

interviewing my whores who -- trust me

-- are not going to talk to those

dudes. What an idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

LaGuerta catches Dexter's eye and in the midst of her rapid

paced conversation with the Cuban Porter, smiles at Dexter,

then her eyes quickly scan the crowd, the crime scene.

DEXTER (V.O.)

Uh oh...there's that frown and those

darting eyes. Perhaps she's hoping a

clue will leap out of nowhere and she

can shoot it.

DEBRA:

Dex...DEX...Jesus, where the hell did

you go?

Dexter turns, smiles at Deb.

DEXTER:

What are you going to do?

DEBRA:

I'm going to get the hell out of this

sex suit and get into the homicide

division, that's what I want to do.

But that ass kissing puta is gonna

stick her bony ass in the way. Sh*t,

why does she have to hate my goddamn

guts?

DEXTER:

Cause you hate hers.

DEBRA:

Look, I don't need you to reiterate

the fucken obvious. Okay? Now are you

going to help me?

DEXTER:

I'll do anything for you, but...

15.

DEBRA:

(cuts him off)

Don't be fucken dense on me now. You

know what I need, Dex -- you have

these things, these hunches -- you

know with these types of murders.

DEXTER:

Just sometimes, Deb...

(off her look)

All right, let me take a look and in

the meantime, avoid LaGuerta and talk

to Captain Mathews and ask him to put

you on the case. But keep the sex suit

on -- it'll help your cause.

DEBRA:

(shakes her head)

Why do I love you?

And with that, she takes off. Dexter smiles.

CUT TO:

EXT. DOWN THE ALLEY - MIAMI, FL - SAME

Dexter walks down the alley and SEES --

VINCE MASUKA (30's), slight, half Japanese, half white,

sporting a slicked-back ÒDon HoÓ haircut, meticulously

brushing for fingerprints around the exterior of a large

green dumpster while...

ANGEL BATISTA (30's), the corpulent, chain-smoking Miami-Dade

Medical Examiner, leans into the dumpster and very carefully

plucks out body parts which are all individually wrapped up

in white butcher's paper and neatly tied with twine.

Batista's last grab is clearly a foot and...Angel sets it

down amongst a lot of other body parts (legs, hands,

individual fingers...) on a blue plastic tarp, and like a

puzzle we're beginning to see the complete human figure laid

out. It's gruesome, but still, there's something...something

almost intriguingly artistic about it.

Masuka looks up, wipes the sweat off his brow, sees Dex and

smiles with a big fake smile.

FREEZE ON MASUKA'S FACE

DEXTER (V.O.)

Something's wrong with this guy,

Masuka.

(MORE)

16.

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

It's like he learned how to smile from

those models in a Sears catalogue.

BACK TO SCENE:

DEXTER (CONT'D)

Nice haircut, Masuka.

MASUKA:

(too excited)

Saw your sister. Damn...looking hot.

DEXTER:

She should. It's hot as hell out here.

MASUKA:

(shrugs)

So what brings you here?

DEXTER:

Came to see how the real experts

operate.

Masuka flashes that fake smile again, then starts laughing --

his whole body convulsing in great heaves and gasps, almost

sounds like he's drowning.

Dexter stares at him in amazement, then --

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

And that laugh. Do I perform CPR or

the Heimlich?

Masuka finally stops laughing.

MASUKA:

Seriously, why are you here?

DEXTER:

(rhetorically)

It's a crime scene.

MASUKA:

Yeah, but you do blood spatter.

DEXTER:

So?

MASUKA:

So, there's no blood here.

Dexter stares at him, then suddenly feels light-headed, takes

a step back, something has happened. His world is clearly

rocked. Finally, he recoups, focuses back on Masuka.

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