Dexter's walking outside with his immigration guy, Officer Gerard, who's telling him, "Believe me, your maid is not the first one to get screwed." "No, she's a maid, she's not my maid. So, have you heard of any other Cuban immigrants disappearing?" "A few, poor bastards. Spend their life savings, get stuffed into a fish hole, puke the whole ninety miles to Miami. When they get here, they think, 'I'm an American! I'm free.' Except, the damn Coyote? He won't let 'em go 'til his family comes up with a surprise release fee. If they can't pay..." "They disappear." Man, that is so wrong. "Freedom's just another word for 'one more way to get fucked.'" "Sounds like someone's up to something very bad," Dex VOs, and now I'm psyched because he smells blood, and if this Coyote guy is really doing what I think he's doing, Dexter's brand of justice is the only kind I think fits for this lowlife. Oh, yeah. Killing's bad. Dexter asks the informative officer if there are any suspects, and he says there are four or five, but not enough evidence for a conviction or even a warrant. "If warrants were applied for, their names will be in the database," Dex VOs, and we all know what he's thinking. Gerard pats Dexter on the shoulder, and says, "Listen, buddy, I know you want to help out your maid, but there ain't a lot you can do." "You'd be surprised," Dexter thinks, and looks right at us. Goose-bumps, dude. Goose-bumps.