It's pretty traumatic. I mean, it would be if it were you or me. Deb, she's pretty much seen it all, but you never know what's going to crawl up her nose. I guess this is going to, because for no reason at all beyond crayon-level ideas about character development she yells at the paramedics, "Don't you dare let him die!" Like they were going to, but now it's a favor they're doing her because she feels so guilty about getting his throat slit, etc. It's dumb, everything she says is dumb, the dialogue is always so dumb. Deb needs another nap probably. Somehow they managed to make that a more intriguing and well-wrought emotional arc than this flailing bitchy regretful-cop nonsense. Take your Daughter To Work Day is all, "Yeah, but you saved a life! And did you see how ¡Santa Muerte! it was in there?"
Dexter, this is his thought process: "If I can get the crotchety judgmental babysitter from Ireland to trust me, I say why not Leonardo DiCaprio?" Yeah, they're totally the same thing. And but Dexter, you never know, maybe they are. Maybe he thinks he offended them both the same amount. Leo's lying dead on the floor in a pool of blood but then surprise Dex gets a wrench upside the head and then Leo is off across the landscape.
Luckily Dexter outweighs Leonardo DiCaprio by like 100 pounds so the padlock on the door doesn't really stop him. And then they are off! Chasing, chasing, chasing. Stop off in a little cave to chat with Patricia Clarkson about the nature of reality. Write a diary about basketball! Eat some gilbert grape! Blow Verlaine and pretend to be an airline pilot, then an airline pilot pretending to be an airline pilot! Joseph Gordon Levitt! Matthew Damon can't remember who he is! Ten things you hate about Dexter: Quick, make a list! Nic Cage, defeat him with bees! That old lady dropped it in the ocean at the end!
Leo ends up on the road and some bros are driving by and they offer him a ride but clearly there is historical trauma here because instead of getting in the car with the helpful bros, the assumption of rape is made and then some more grunting and running. As in every movie ever made, Leonardo DiCaprio is soaking wet. Those dudebros seemed pretty gay so probably it would have been safe, but you never know in Miami. Dexter literally jumps out of the bushes on the side of the road and tackles Leo to the ground.
I know he does the Batman voice and everything, yes, it's very scary, but this whole thing is genius because you know he can't let Leo get away, so you're hoping he catches up and takes down his prey or else the show will be over. You know he has to kill Leo or do a clutch move. Those things are true, both inside the show and outside the show. But for Leo, what is happening is that he is being chased by a serial killer through the swamp. And this is also exactly what is happening. You know what I mean? Usually I think it's an easy and lazy and stupid at this point, or really ever, to be all amazed by the magic of television here -- "We are identifying with the serial killer!" -- because duh, that's what the show is about. But this time it's actually quite clever, because Leo is correct: There is no dichotomy between what we think is going to happen and what they think is going to happen. No irony, in the classic sense.