He's got a message. Some girl on the machine says she's at a crime scene by "the shithole, the Seven Seas Motel," and that she really needs him there. She sounds desperate, like she's on the verge of crying. Dexter looks at a picture of himself and Emily Rose in a tight portrait, which leads me to believe she might just be his foster sister. Step-sister? Foster sister? "Dex? Please? With fucking cheese on top." Smiling, Dexter voice-overs that it is indeed his "foul-mouthed foster sister, Deborah. She's the only person in the world who loves me. I think that's nice. I don't have feelings about anything, but if I could have feelings at all I'd have them for Deb." You see, he acts like he's all aloof and "empty," but he is clearly fond of his sister, so there's more to him than that. I have a feeling he keeps saying how empty he is because he feels he should be that way, just because of what he does. And by that, I'm of course referring to the murdering and the chopping and the slicing.
We're at the crime scene now, and Dex feels that there's something "strange and disarming about looking at a homicide crime scene in the daylight of Miami. It makes the most grotesque killings look staged, like you're in a new and daring section of Disney World." Heh. This part is really cool, because it's shot with all these weird angles, and there are all these shady-looking extras standing around the police tape. Some douche cop gets up in Dex's grill all, "You better be a cop," and, cool as a cucumber, Dex flashes his badge: "No, forensics." Well, isn't that convenient? You know, for all the murdering you do? Finally, we see Deborah, who's clearly undercover as a, uh, "lady of the night." Dexter goes to her, and they begin chatting in the motel room she's hanging out in. "Jeez, Deb, where the hell do you keep your gun?" Ha! It's funny because she's practically nude. Deb reveals that another hooker has been found slain in the motel pool, "chopped into bits and pieces." "'Another'?" "That's the third one in five months." Deb seems to think that there's a serial killer on the loose, due to the similar nature of the other murders. You know, with the chopping and the slicing? Dexter is now totally interested: "Any suspects?" "Wish I knew. I'm on vice, so Laguerta sent me to my room and told me to stay out of sight." Deb wonders how "someone so dumb has so much power." Dex thinks it's because she "knows how to play the game," and that Deb could take a page from Lt. Laguerta's political playbook. Deb just doesn't want any more of her "girls" to get murdered. Dexter tells her not to get to emotionally involved, because that's what Harry would have said. Deb tells him that he would have also said to go after what you want, and for her, that means working homicide. But she needs help. "Dex, you get these...hunches, you know, with these types of murders?" Dexter agrees to help her out with this case, but only after telling her she needs more confidence in these matters, and that she should "avoid Laguerta and talk to Captain Matthews. He and Dad were tight, and maybe he'll put you on the case." Deb seems psyched that she might be able to work a bigger case.