Anyway, when Nick processes this, he starts giggling and twirling his mustache about how the police can't touch him now - the disk proves nothing, and the only witness is dead. Not true, Nick - WHITHER THE DOG? Anyway, of course anyone with half a brain would feign contrition toward the guy whose blood pressure you can actually see rising before your very eyes, but no, Nick continues to crow about how awesomely this all worked out for him until Dexter charges and bowls him into the water, and soon his righteous anger and jujitsu grip of DEATH DEATH DEATH have combined forces and drowned this asshole. And I'll acknowledge a certain appeal to Nick dying a grisly death in the water that supposedly cleansed his sins, but this whole plotline was a total mess and now Mos Def is gone, so I'm not inclined to give it more than the merest amount of credit. Dexter, aloud, says there's no light in Nick (well, not now, that's for sure) and there's no light in him, and then he steps out of the water to find his dead brother the Ice Truck Killer applauding and asking if he missed him, and Dexter looks pretty psyched to see him and...well, I'll reserve judgment on whether this is the dumbest thing the show has ever done because I do like this actor, but it doesn't help this episode's grade any. Ugh.

John Ramos is a writer and film producer living in Los Angeles. Believe it or not, he's worked with Michael C. Hall, as well as Lucy Liu and Peter Fonda, on his film "The Trouble With Bliss," (formerly "East Fifth Bliss") which will be in theaters in March 2012 and about which you can get information here.