Downstairs, as Dexter rolls Chino to his car on a huge flatbed dolly, he VOs, "It was simple, really: all I had to do was put myself into the mind of a killer. Hardly a stretch. It was only a matter of time until Little Chino went after little Joey Nuñez for snitching him out." Dexter somehow manages to get Chino into his trunk, certainly no easy task. "Here's hoping I'm back on my game." He gets into the driver seat and takes off.
After a few shots of Miami at night set to a very Elfman-esque score, we jump to Dexter using some industrial hydraulic lifter to raise Chino up to a proper killing level. It seems he's in a garage somewhere, judging from the wheel rim that's propped up behind one of Dexter's plastic curtains. Chino awakens instantly, and Dexter tells him, "Trust me, you're not going anywhere this time." "Who the fuck are you?" asks Beef Bus. "That kind of talk is just going to bring you closer to your victims," Dex responds, motioning with his head toward the pictures he has strewn about. All of the faces have a single red teardrop falling from one eye, a nice touch. "What are you, a cop?" he asks, looking at Eva Arenas's picture. "'Cause I was cleared of that bitch." Dexter laughs, "Well, maybe you didn't do the deed, but her blood is on your hands. A lot of blood is on your hands." "What do you care about these people?" asks the Bus. "Actually, I don't," Dex replies while reopening Chino's cheek wound from the last attempt. As Dex takes his blood sample, Beef Bus asks why he's doing this to him. "I'm not so much doing this to you as I'm doing it for me." BB growls at him angrily, and Dexter walks over to the picture of Eva's daughter. "I never killed no kid." "But you killed most of her. Her mother. Her brother. Her innocence." He leans in close to BB's face: "You leave pain wherever you go." Dexter goes to his tools and grabs a machete, a fitting weapon for this job. "You kill me, what do you leave behind?" "A world without you," he says, marveling at how steady his arm is hovering over BB's chest. "Look at that! Steady as a surgeon." Slowly, deliberately, he plunges the blade into Chino's chest, and a gurgly, splattery sound saturates the soundtrack. Dexter makes a disturbing Oh Face, and he patiently admires the blood trickling down Chino's arm, past his bloody, thorn-crowned heart tattoo, as the Beef Bus expires.
Out on the water now, Dexter VOs, "This kill was the first of the loose ends I needed to tie off. I found a newer, safer place to dump my trash. Moving at over four miles an hour, the Gulf Stream is one of world's most powerful deep water currents. This time tomorrow, Little Chino will be north of Palm Beach." On Dexter's onboard monitor, we see the same artery that was on his laptop a few scenes ago, but I guess it's actually the Gulf Stream. Fitting, though, that it should look so much like a blood-carrying vessel. "After that, it's on to Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, until eventually...well, let's just say the North Atlantic's a pretty big place." It most certainly is. As Dexter dumps his Beef Bags, he gets a call from Rita, who says she needs to see him. "I was just dropping somebody off." Hee! "Can it wait?" Apparently, it cannot. Weak sauce, Rita. Weak sauce. I still can't believe she didn't just let the county foot the bill for FND's funeral. Anyway, Dexter finishes "dropping" Chino off, and heads over.