Deb and Angel are re-watching the surveillance tape as Deb says, "Fucking forensics report. Of course Tucci's hair and fiber are on the body, he's hauling her around with his poor cans, isn't he?" Actually, my closed captioning says "pork hands," but I think "poor cans" makes slightly more sense, in a weird way. Shut up, don't question me! Angel goes on to say the killer used liquid nitrogen to preserve the tissue, which apparently one has to be a "lab rat" just to mess around with, due to how unstable it is. "Tucci didn't even pass high school chemistry." Interesting. So, he's obviously not our guy, now is he? Angel pauses the tape to show Tucci turn his head in a way that's consistent with him taking direction from someone. "Yeah, someone holding a fucking gun to his back!" says Deb excitedly, and I'm psyched for her, but only because she gets to rub it in LaGuerta's face. "She's gonna have to cancel her press conference!" "And you know how much she loves her press conferences," says Angel, clearly satisfied with the work they've done here. Good job, you guys!
Jeremy Downs and a "friend" are leaving some building, and I'm sure we wouldn't be seeing this if Dexter weren't as well. ...Ah, there he is, in stunning close-up. God, I love HDTV. I can see every pore and piece of stubble on his face! I digress, sorry. Dexter follows them to some marsh, where he eats lunch and watches from afar as Jeremy leads his buddy over a "No Trespassing"-signed fence and into a restricted area of the wetland. Dexter busts out some binoculars and catches the knife in Downs's back pocket as he scales the fence. "Bingo," he VOs. "I know what happens next in this gruesome little scenario." He thinks Jeremy is trying to "recreate his first kill, ritualize it." Following them more closely now, we hear Jeremy's acquaintance voice his trepidation, saying, "I don't know if I want to do this, man." "What's wrong? I thought you wanted to see an alligator. What, are you a pussy?" After the other guy protests this particular assessment, they keep walking, Dexter closely but quietly in tow. They reach a small clearing, and Jeremy says, "Here we are." "I don't see it." "It's right there, you don't see the snout sticking up? You'll have to get closer." Nice setup, Downs. Not. I would be so fucking suspicious of you, you little creep. "There's no gator here, is there?" asks the dude. "I don't know, Lucas. Is there?" Things are pretty tense right about now, and Jeremy's reaching for his knife. But then Dexter comes up, asking nonchalantly if either of them have seen a Frisbee, as if neither of them would remember climbing a fence with a "No Trespassing" sign on it. Jeremy, feeling exposed, gets the fuck out of there, saying...well, "Let's get the fuck out of here." As Dexter walks back slowly, he wonders to himself, "What am I doing out here?" Suddenly an actual alligator barks at him from about two feet away, and he's jolted back to life, screaming "Fuck! Fuck!" and landing in a puddle of mud. He gets up quickly and darts away, and hits his head awkwardly on a large branch. It's actually pretty hilarious, and is a perfect example of how this show can use subtle and not-so-subtle comic relief to make its more sinister messages that much more intense. Thing is, Dexter's a pretty funny guy. His observations and reactions are quick-witted, and he actually has a kind of ironic/sarcastic sense of humor about what he does. Great character. Sorry, again, I digress. As Dex gathers himself, he VOs, "All I had to do was drive home, have a taco, and plan my attack. Instead I tried to act human, like it's my job to save lives." When he gets to his car, the window's been smashed, and something stolen from his glove compartment. "The code of Harry never covered this." Well, why would it? Just go to a body shop and...oh, you mean what you just did? Gotcha. Yeah, you may have muffed it, buddy. "At least I know what Jeremy is, and what I need to do." Hmm; we'll see.
Flashback time again, which is sweet, because Remar rules! Except for when he's this sick. The nurse is back, prepping a shot for Harry, who's whispering to Dexter, "Don't let her." Oh, I see. Is our little nurse trying to extend Harry's "sweet repose"? She leans in with the syringe, and Dexter grabs her arm in much the same way as he grabbed Jeremy's at the flea, and she asks, "What is it, honey?" "He doesn't want the shot." "Your father's very sick, he needs this shot, he's in a lot of pain." "I want pain," says Harry. "He wants pain," mirrors Dexter, and we're treated to a shot of the nurse that spells out quite clearly what a psychopath she is. As she slowly retreats, her demeanor has completely shifted from upbeat to surly. "The doctor's not going to be happy that you're refusing your medication." After she leaves, Harry turns to Dexter. "You can tell." "About the nurse? Yeah, she's...like...me. How could you tell?" Harry explains that she's administering way too much morphine, as well as something else that's making him worse. He's convinced he's not the only one, and there's a slow (and extremely effective) shot of Harry trying to find the breath to tell Dexter, "Stop...her." Dexter, with a knowing look on his face, asks him how he should stop her. "It's time," whispers Harry, giving me gooseflesh. "Before she hurts anyone else." Young Dexter nods, and I bounce up and down in my seat in excited anticipation, hoping they show Dexter doing this bat-shit woman in. That scene was actually really wonderful, because we got to see how vulnerable and scared Dexter was, and how much he relied on his father's advice, and how he took all of his cues from Harry. As always, great acting from both Mr. Hall and Mr. Remar. Kudos to them both.