Back in Perry's interrogation room, he's going on and on about blogs and podcasts, and how it's all crap, blah blah blah. He talks about how you have to reach for greatness these days, "to get people's attention." LaGuerta seems as bored with this guy as I am. Masuka's bored, too. "Why isn't she asking him any questions?" Astor's not feeling it, either: "I have no idea what she's doing, but my patience is wearing thin." "I gave Jeremy a chance, and he blew it," Dexter VOs. "Is this one going to disappoint me, too?" Perry comments on LaGuerta's interview techniques. LaGuerta: "I'm sick of asking questions, you're getting off on it too much." "Getting off on what?" "The game. I'm guessing that's why you didn't request a lawyer. So you can sit here and say whatever shit comes into your head? Meanwhile my ass is spreading like cheese whiz waiting for you to realize this isn't the fun part." He wants to know what she's talking about, and she calls him on his bullshit, basically calling him a wannabe and saying that he just craves the attention. The fun part for him will be the courtroom drama, with his "own personal Judge Ito, and the groupie housewives. But the feeding frenzy won't start until you throw out the chum. Until then, I'm just gonna chill." Never thought I'd say this, but: well played, LaGuerta. Well played. "You're right," he says. "This isn't the fun part. The fun part was hanging them up like cattle." "Who?" "The hookers, right before I cut their throats." Everybody watching stands up, and Astor says, "Son of a bitch." Perry continues that he used gravity boots to hang them upside down and drain their blood, and then dipped them in liquid nitrogen before hacking them up. "That's privileged information, the press never got a hold of that," says Angel. So, how did this faker get that info? "There it is," Dexter VOs. "All the expectations I had. All the promises of greatness, wiped out." Looking at the monitor with Jeremy Downs: "My circle of friends is down to one."