PreviousIy on Dexter...
(Gunshot)
(Batista) Deb's alive. They're taking her to the hospital.
Trinity's a monster. If he was the one who hurt your sister, you need to kill him.
(Dexter) I'm gonna foIIow Lundy's theory and check his hotel room for clues.
You can't let these be logged into evidence.
I've been going over everything collected from Lundy's hotel and some of it's missing.
If you say that you saw me kill Frank Lundy, then you're the liar.
- Nikki Wald didn't kill Lundy. - How do you know?
Somebody stole Lundy's Trinity research.
And there's only one person who would have a reason to do that.
Me?
Trinity.
If you could just help me get an interview with Debra Morgan.
- You gotta be kidding me. - It'd be a hero piece about the shooting.
No, add to that the fact that her brother has a bug up his ass about me.
- I don't care if you're a dirty cop. - Don't fucking call me dirty.
Last thing I need is a cop mad at me.
How are we supposed to decide what's more important?
Ourjobs or each other?
- It's over. - Right.
Sorry.
I'm halfway through the C.I. files you gave me.
Maybe then I'll finally get some answers.
I think I know who Dad was fucking.
What? Wait. Who?
I'll tell you when I know more.
I know aImost everything about you, Arthur.
Except where you hide.
The dates and locations from Lundy's books.
Arthur's been using Four WaIIs buiIds around the country as a cover to kiII.
And these are his trophies
hanging right up here on the waII.
He's hiding in pIain sight right in the center of his famiIy.
How does he do it?
Only way it was gonna work is if I jumped in with both feet.
Jump in with both feet.
There's a moment sailors call slack tide:
when the tide is neither coming in nor going out,
but perfectIy stiII.
lt's a moment frozen in time,
when all is calm and peaceful.
(Phone rings)
The onIy downside to it is that it passes so quickIy.
Morgan.
Yeah, text me the address.
Gotta go home. Dead body.
We should get back anyway, I got a lot to do.
I start work again tomorrow.
And you move into your new apartment.
Yeah, taking over Dexter's old bachelor pad.
You can take me there on the way home.
As much as we might Iike some things to remain suspended in time,
they never do.
OK, not what I was expecting.
Well, here's the real surprise.
Mr. Nix found the alligator on his driveway.
Come up here all the time.
Try to eat my dogs.
This one I was gonna eat.
He shot the animal in the head.
He started to gut him and he found the arm.
Adult female.
No blood flow from the ruptured blood vessels.
The bite was postmortem.
What's this?
Ligature marks.
- Her wrists were tied. - I'm guessing the 'gator didn't do that.
Well, we got a homicide, guys.
Alligator Alley - a perfect spot to dump a body,
- knowing that it won't last. - (Dexter) I'll test for fingerprints.
Let's get a search team here. Maybe we could find some more body parts.
A head would be nice.
(Laughs)
(Sighs)
Dexter, finally. You have to help me finish my report on African animals.
No, I need him to put up the shelves in my room.
Actually, guys, it's been a long day and I'm kinda...
Go easy on him. He's only one person.
That you know of.
First, you'll help Cody, then Astor,
and then you're gonna help me put Harrison's baby bouncer together.
- That's a lot of helping. - Well, that's what daddies are for.
"Debra, call me. I'd love to speak to you."
She called the other day too.
She wants to do a hero piece on Deb for the paper.
The Iast thing I need is a reporter snooping around my house,
my famiIy, me.
(Man) I'm sick of explaining it to you. It's like you don't even listen to me.
(Woman) Maybe I would listen more...
I've been hearing them a lot lately.
(Harrison chattering)
They don't sound very happy, do they?
Better to find out now before they get married.
You and I are doing better, right?
Much better.
I'm happy we're in therapy.
You've really opened up to me a lot lately, Dexter. Don't you think?
Absolutely.
(Cody) Dexter, I'm waiting.
(Sighs)
Dear Abby,
l'm a serial killer and need advice on how to keep my kids
from taking over my Iife.
No.
There's onIy one person who can heIp me.
Arthur?
Hey.
- Hey, Kyle! - Morning.
- Doing a little shopping? - Yeah, just a few things. You?
Yeah, we needed some supplies for the next build.
- Let me give you a hand. - Oh, thank you.
I'll help you load it up.
Oh, good.
So Jonah's not around to help you this morning?
No, he's got ROTC in the morning,
football practice in the afternoon.
Yeah, no time to help out his dad.
That's too bad.
No, no. It's a good thing.
- Is it? - Kyle, you're a father.
You know we're responsible to push our children out into the world,
to make them prepared, self-sufficient.
Right.
(Straining) Yeah, of course.
Push them out. Right.
How do you do that?
You have to encourage their outside interests.
Jonah's got all his activities
and Rebecca's got her ballet,
and she has college-level science classes.
That sounds very busy.
Well, so busy that I hardly get to see them.
And they hardIy get to see you,
aIIowing you to do whatever you want.
Simple advice, but there's got to be more.
So, hey, if you ever need any extra help, just let me know.
- Oh, thank you. - Really, I mean it.
- Absolutely. - It's just that...
- (Sighs) - Just what?
Well...
Honestly, I'm new here and without my family, I don't know anybody.
So...
What are you doing tomorrow morning?
Nothing.
Meet me at my house.
6:30.
OK.
(Woman) Hey, Deb, great to see you.
Welcome back, Detective.
- Welcome back. - Thanks.
Hey.
You're getting a hero's welcome, I see.
Hey, welcome back.
Not like they haven't seen me, I've been around.
Yeah, but now you're officially back.
So glad you're OK.
- Who was that? - I have no fucking clue.
Take a bullet and suddenly you're everybody's best friend.
Uh. On the house.
Welcome back.
Fat Jesus on a bike, get me outta here.
Cover me, bro.
Hi. Dexter Morgan.
Of course. We met before.
Uh, excuse me, I have to talk...
Yeah, that's why I'm stopping you.
As a favor to me, I'd really like you to not write about my sister.
I think she'll make a great story.
I should interview you as well. You can give me some background...
No, Debra's recovering from a serious injury.
She needs to be left alone.
Stay away.
Why don't you, uh, get us a couple coffees?
What's with the attitude? She's just trying to do herjob.
Everybody's trying to get a piece of Debra right now. She's been through a lot.
Your sister's a big girl.
And she can take care of herself.
I don't see why this is any of your business.
Look, I know you and I have had our little differences.
You might want to keep in mind how all that started.
So what are you saying?
I'm saying the guy who saw the other guy
steal the money from the crime scene wants Christine kept away.
Sorry.
Sorry I'm late.
Actually, that's bullshit. I'm not late.
I was hiding at the end of the hall so I could tell you all at once and get it over with.
Um... Thank you, I'm great.
No, I don't need your help.
And, no, I'm not gonna show you the scar.
So, please, can we just fucking move on?
And, uh, why is there a picture of a fucking arm up there?
Well, let's all welcome back Detective fuckin' Morgan.
(Quinn cheers)
I was just about to ask Sergeant Batista
to update us on his case.
Based on the fingerprints,
we've ID'd the victim
as Estrella Carazo, 19 years old.
She is a citizen of Nicaragua, here on an expired visa.
Uh, the M.E. estimates that the arm
was ingested less than 72 hours ago,
and the time of death less than 24 hours prior to that.
She worked as a cocktail waitress at the Bayside Club,
but she also did some modeling.
She had a job scheduled four days ago with a photographer
named Jonathan Farrow.
(Batista) He's a big fashion photographer.
(Groaning)
(Man) That's disgusting. (Woman) What the fuck?
(Man) That is sick.
Even I'm disturbed by this.
Ms. Carazo didn't report for work the night after she was scheduled to see Farrow.
The kicker is, seven years ago Farrow was arrested
in New York on suspicion of rape.
- The charges were ultimately dropped. - So he's clean?
Well, I spoke with the lead detective of that case,
he thinks the victim was paid off.
OK, so he's dirty.
The guy's surrounded by a firewall of lawyers.
He's well-protected and playing hardball.
Maybe I'II get a turn at bat.
He's agreed to come in for questioning this morning,
but I doubt if we'll get anything out of him.
- I'd like to be there. - OK.
Well, thank you, Ang... Sergeant Batista.
You're welcome, Lieutenant.
What's with Batista and LaGuerta?
What are you talking about?
They're afraid to look at each other.
Why would that be?
- Because they're doing it? - Makes sense.
You put two people in a room together long enough,
- eventually they're gonna fuck. - Oh, wow.
That's so romantic.
You should have that tattooed across your fat head.
What?
I'II need to find the right activity for Astor.
What did l like to do when l was 12?
OK, then, moving on.
Hi, this is Mr. Farrow's assistant, hold please.
Uh, no, I'm sorry. Mr. Farrow is not available for any bookings right now.
- You have nothing better to do? - I wouldn't say Farrow's nothing.
Compared to Trinity he is.
Trinity's not going anywhere.
With his kill cycle over he's not a threat to anyone for the time being.
Not sure I could say the same about this guy.
(English accent) I haven't the faintest idea who Estrella Carazo is.
Oh, yes.
She had a nice arse.
I shot her in my studio last Thursday for a Jamaican rum campaign.
Nothing sells rum like a nice booty.
- What time was that? - Uh...
Nine a.m. till noon.
Yeah, then I drove down to the Keys
for another commercial shoot that lasted well into the night.
That can be verified?
By my assistant and about a dozen other people.
Tell me, Dexter,
what's the real reason you're stalling on killing Trinity?
I still have things to learn from him.
I spent my entire life trying to teach you not to be like him.
You also taught me I couldn't be with people, couldn't get married.
You taught me a lot of things I learned were wrong.
You're taking a risk here.
Isn't that what life is?
A risk?
(Batista) Any ideas who might have wanted to harm Miss Carazo?
(Laughs)
Look, the girl was gorgeous but she was F.O.J.J.
F.O.J.J.?
Fresh off the jumbo jet. Yeah.
Very rural, you might say.
Sensitive guy.
Not like you. I could make you a star.
I just need to get you in my studio,
whip your clothes off and rough you up a little bit.
I think you justjumped to the top of my Iist.
It's gonna be so nice to finally have my own place again.
Nice apartment.
Yeah, right?
I've wanted it for years.
Whose was it?
Dexter's.
No shit? How come you're just now getting it?
I mean, he got married like, what, eight months ago?
Well, he kind of held on to it for a while.
For what, like a secret fuckpad?
No, I think he just has a problem with change.
He's very slow to evolve.
- Anyway, I should be going. - Yeah, thanks for the help.
I'm not suppose to lift anything for a while.
(Dexter sighs)
You kept your apartment after you got married?
What kind of guy does that?
What are you hiding, Dexter?
Stay out of my life.
I know this is, like, your place now but are you always gonna, like...
have people here?
Yes, Dex, sometimes I'm gonna have people over.
(Dexter sighs)
This is the rest of your stuff from the house.
Thanks.
I'm picking up right where Lundy left off with Trinity.
I owe him that much, right?
So look...
There are over 60 deaths linked to Trinity.
Twelve different cities, cases leading back to 1979.
I have every little iota of evidence Frank collected
except what was stolen by Trinity.
And I'm gonna run it all by LaGuerta tomorrow with the kicker...
that Trinity shot me and Lundy too.
Wow, that's a lot.
Fuck, yeah, it's a lot.
Deb's right, but it sounds Iike some mad conspiracy theory,
which is exactIy what LaGuerta wiII think when she hears it.
I'm gonna fuckin' blow her away.
- Are these... - Dad's old C.I. files.
Didn't know you had 'em.
So you haven't told me how it's going, your search.
I finally got some real info on who Dad might have been seeing.
My mother, you mean?
- I'm having coffee with her tomorrow. - OK, now l'm confused.
- Coffee? - Her name's Valerie Hodges.
I left a message for her, like, a month ago,
and she finally called me back.
Not my mother. Debra's headed in the wrong direction.
But when she realizes that and gets headed the right way,
Laura Moser leads to Brian Moser,
leads to the lce Truck Killer, Ieads to Harry Morgan.
So many IittIe stepping stones that Iay a path directIy to the reaI me.
Let me know how it goes.
I will.
Hi, Dexter.
- Hi, Dexter. - Hey.
- Hey, sweetie. - Hey, buddy.
Tough day?
(Whispers) Elliot's girlfriend moved out this afternoon.
- Oh, that's too bad. - What's too bad?
What's too bad is...
that I found all this fun stuff for kids to do today
and I can't do any of it 'cause I'm too big.
Like what?
Well, for Cody,
I thought he might like to join the Young Sailors Club.
- Yeah! - Wow, that's great.
Elliot's son Danny's in that. I think they have an outing this weekend.
I wanna sail.
Then sail you shall.
What about me?
How does soccer grab you?
- You get to kick things. - No, thanks.
Well, OK, how about ballet?
Yuck.
OK.
How about the Little Scientists Association?
Why do you hate me so much?
We'll keep working on Astor.
But this is a good idea. How did you decide to do all this?
Well, I feel it's my responsibility as their father
to help push the kids out into the world.
Make them prepared and self-sufficient.
I'm impressed. Dinner's almost ready.
Good, I've got an early morning meeting.
OK, two seriaI kiIIers go for a ride...
Why do I get the feeIing this joke ends with onIy one of them coming back?
I've bareIy skimmed the surface of Arthur Mitchell.
Still so much to learn about handIing the kids and the wife.
Choose your weapon.
Or maybe not.
I have pIenty of experience with the chainsaw.
But it's heavy, difficuIt to wieId, has a short reach.
Um, axe.
This is a little too "into the woods" for me.
So what is it we're doing out here?
We're gonna cut down a tree.
Oh.
God damn it!
Want me to give it a try?
(Chainsaw starts)
(Revs chainsaw)
(Dexter) Stand back.
(Crashing)
So...about the kids...
uh, one of them doesn't wanna do any of the things I suggested.
- So don't make them suggestions. - What do you mean?
They're just children, Kyle.
If you let them do whatever they want,
they'd suck their thumbs and diddle themselves all day.
So why did we come out here instead ofjust go to the hardware store?
I don't want the lumber in the hardware store.
- This is better? - Yeah, it's better.
OK, Arthur, you're a bit off today.
Uh...
Kyle, I didn't mean to hit it.
(Whimpers)
- Of course not. It was an accident. - Huh, we should go.
It's gonna die. It's suffering.
It needs to be put out of its misery, Arthur.
You need to kill it.
No, I... I can't.
He spent his life killing innocent people,
but he can't kill Bambi?
This is your new role model, Dex?
It's in pain, Arthur.
Please, I can't.
Get that axe from him. Kill him now.
Would you like me to kill it?
Would you do that for me?
Now, Dexter. Kill Arthur now.
(Slashing)
Man, early mornings with Trinity can be murder.
(Quinn) Lieutenant.
The judge won't issue a search warrant on Farrow's studio.
- (Quinn) No probable cause. - Well, that's bad news.
Very, 'cause I'm still sure he's our guy.
I think this means he's my guy.
And this case may be bigger than what we originally thought.
I've got the names of at least three models
from Central and South America who have
- all gone missing over the past year. - All here illegally.
(Batista) Now, we know that at least one of them worked for Farrow.
I figure he picks his victims knowing that once they've disappeared,
their families have no way of getting an investigation started.
And I can't get a search warrant on this come mierda.
FortunateIy, unIike Batista, l don't need a search warrant.
Keep working it. Find another way in.
Can I ask you something? Off the record.
Go for it.
Is it true that you and Batista are in some kind of relationship?
Excuse me, Detective?
- It's just there's a rumor going around... - Then please stop spreading it.
As a fellow woman in a largely male workforce,
I'd think you'd have a little more sensitivity to this kind of situation.
Sergeant Batista and I are co-workers and friends.
Shit.
Farrow has a reputation for partying Iate into the night.
And tonight shouId be no different.
Farrow's trusty assistant cIosing up shop.
Right on scheduIe.
(Sighs)
Estrella Carazo.
Are those tears for real?
I know you Iike to create images of vioIence,
but this isn't fake bIood I'm seeing.
Someone was hit right here.
Managed to make it this far before she was...
hit again.
And then here.
A fingernaiI.
Not exactIy CindereIIa's gIass sIipper.
But it is a fit.
- Valerie? - that would be me.
- Debra Morgan. - I figured. Sit down.
I left you messages weeks ago. I figured you weren't gonna call.
Well, I was on a cruise.
Rich old men love to spend money on me.
Um... So you used to work for my dad, Harry Morgan?
I did.
I still have my sources, if that's what you're wondering.
Pick up where we left off.
Of course, my fee's gonna be a little higher now.
No, actually, I just wanted to ask you about my dad.
Did you and my father...
Did you ever have a romantic relationship?
Oh, um,
I'm not sure romantic is the right word.
I was one of his girlfriends, if that's what you're asking.
There were others?
I think he picked the C.I.s based on how good we were in the sack.
I'm sorry, that's just...
that's just not the picture I have of my dad.
Oh...
Hey, I knew he was a hound when I met him, we all did.
I was one of his favorites, though.
I used to drive him crazy with this one thing...
That's... That's... That's enough.
Thank you. Thanks.
Does this mean you're not gonna hire me?
(Sighs) I should have listened to everybody.
It was a huge mistake to look into Dad's past.
- What happened? - It's too much.
- I don't need to know all this stuff. - What stuff?
Dad was fucking Valerie Hodges.
- Really? - But apparently she was just one of many.
It's every father's nightmare...
disappointing his children.
That doesn't sound like Harry.
Thank you, Dex.
I don't even know who Harry is anymore.
He's still everything you remember him to be.
Is he?
We all have secrets, Deb.
Some of them shouldn't be found out.
I don't have any secrets like that.
No, me neither.
I should just leave it alone.
My mother.
Yeah, I think that's probably for the best.
- I'll turn these in and be done with it. - No, you don't have to. I'll do it.
Thanks.
You need to destroy that file, Dexter.
Close that door forever.
I can't Iet her be cut up again.
Hey.
- Hey, sweetie. - Hey.
Not another gift.
(Whispers) No, it's not a gift. It's a push, remember?
- What's that for? - It's for you. It's your new guitar.
Why?
- 'Cause you're gonna take guitar lessons. - Says who?
Me.
We'll see.
(Rita sighs)
I learned a long time ago you can't force them to do things they don't wanna do.
Yeah, I guess.
So are you ready for your big weekend?
What big weekend?
The overnight camping trip with the young sailors.
I'm not a young sailor; Cody is. I'm a 30-something sailor.
But you have to go with him. That's part of the deal.
They need adults with boats.
You're signed up to take four of the boys.
I didn't realize that.
(Sighs)
I didn't know I'd have to get so involved. This isn't a good weekend for me.
Dexter, what do you have to do that's so important?
Stuff.
- Stuff? - Stuff.
You can't cancel because of "stuff".
Cody will be so disappointed.
Well, what time do we have to leave in the morning?
You have to meet at the docks at eight a.m.
lf l can't do Farrow tomorrow, I'II do him tonight.
Everything's ready.
Where are you going?
I gotta prep the boat.
If we're camping out, we'll need a tent, sleeping bags, food, water.
I gotta get two children's life vests.
Abduct Jonathan Farrow take him back to his studio,
kiII him, cut him to pieces, dump him in the ocean.
Honestly, Rita, this is gonna take me a while.
- Do you need some help? - No, I got it.
This really means a lot to Cody.
Me too.
And suddenIy...
tonight's the night.
Jonathan Farrow, party animaI.
OK, Jonathan, party Iike there's no tomorrow.
I'm on Mr. Farrow's list.
I don't have aII night. Neither does Jonathan Farrow.
Excuse me, could you tell Mr. Farrow
I just saw a homeless guy throwing up in the back seat of his car?
Quinn?
What is he doing here? lt couldn't be coincidence.
This whoIe thing just became too risky.
Can you believe he's here?
Uh, who is he?
That's Quinn.
I've never heard of him.
You'd be making a big mistake.
Hello.
Hello yourself.
You must be Quinn.
I am.
This lab geek just fucking ditched me?
OK, tonight's not the night.
Guess I'm prepping the boat to go camping after aII.
The Biscayne Bay, boys!
Home to the Seminole Indians, the Spanish conquistadors,
cutthroat pirates...
And now Dexter Morgan and four skinny boys.
Harry used to take me camping.
If I can't kiII Jonathan Farrow tonight,
at least l can make the most of my time with Cody.
(Laughs)
See, you just pull it tight, like that,
and that's your bowline.
That's my personal favorite.
You might prefer a taut-line hitch. I'll show you on the other side.
Or maybe you wanna see a trucker's hitch.
- That's a fun one. - Dexter?
What?
Can I throw dirt clods?
Oh, OK.
You forgot the rope.
Right.
You seem a little distracted.
Yeah, well, Arthur's technique of keeping the kids busy
and therefore keeping me free isn't working out like it was supposed to.
So maybe it's time to kill him.
After Farrow.
(Phone rings)
Hey.
I just got the official go-ahead from LaGuerta
to open a Trinity Killer investigation.
Really?
She went for the whole...
serial killer thing?
OK, let's call it a limited Trinity investigation.
What's that mean?
Right before I went in, I realized if I pitched the entire Trinity theory
and I added that he also shot me and Lundy,
I'd look like a fucking lunatic, so I boiled it down to the bare essentials.
Which are?
The bIudgeonings. They stiII go back 30 years.
So I can investigate Trinity without LaGuerta knowing I'm investigating Trinity.
Smart.
What's the next step?
I don't know.
I don't know, but what I do know is that Trinity killed Frank.
And I'm gonna catch him.
I'm sure you will.
So, Sarge. What's this about you and LaGuerta?
A little bump and grind?
Do not talk about Lieutenant LaGuerta that way. Comprende?
Wow.
Sorry.
You must really dig her.
(Speaking Spanish)
- Angel. - Quinn just asked me
if you and I were bumping and grinding.
Debra Morgan asked me the same thing.
Well, not in those words.
- Where are they getting this from? - I don't know.
It's you.
- The way you keep looking at me. - (Laughs)
Everywhere I go you're staring at my culo.
OK, that is so not true.
It is too.
Now I know...
that I have a pretty nice ass...
(Laughs)
..but you gotta stop.
I miss you, Angel.
I miss you too.
- But we made our choice. - Yeah, yeah.
When all of a sudden,
they heard a scratching noise on the roof of the car.
(Makes scratching noise)
(Whispers) "What was that?" And they thought, "Let's get outta here."
And they drove home as fast as they could.
And when they got home,
he went around to open the car door for his girlfriend,
and there hanging from the handle,
a bloody hook!
(Laughter)
That doesn't even make sense.
Your turn, Dexter.
Uh, actually, I don't know any scary stories.
- Oh, come on. Give it a shot. - (Kids) Come on.
All right.
There's a man.
You can call him the Man of Three.
You can call him Trinity.
You can call him anything you want but the fact is he's not a man at all,
he's a monster.
He was born in a bathtub filled with blood.
For countless years he's roamed the countryside killing the innocent,
leaving behind bits of his dead sister.
Sometimes he'll sneak up on a man
and raise his hammer overhead...
and then he'll swing it down...
Smash his own thumb and then go crying all the way home,
like a little baby.
That's what happens!
- That was funny. - Thanks.
And now I think it's time to hit the sleeping bags.
You guys are beat. You've had a huge day.
Hey, buddy.
You need anything?
I'm good.
Do you need anything?
No, I'm good too.
It's onIy nine o'cIock.
The kids won't wake up tiII it's Iight out.
PIenty of time for me.
(Farrow) What the hell is going on? What is this?
(Dexter) This...
is the decisive moment.
What's the name of the photographer who always talked about that?
- Cartier-Bresson. - Right. Right.
Once you miss it it's gone forever,
a perfect moment...
frozen in time.
Something like that, right?
Yes, but...
Ow! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Who are you?
I'm the person who's going to keep you from killing any more women.
What? I've never killed anyone.
You killed Estrella Carazo.
Who knows how many others?
I didn't fucking kill them! I photographed them!
- It's too fucking bad they're dead but I... - "Too fucking bad they're dead."
Life is...is hard,
and it's brutal and ugly,
and way too fucking short!
That's why I shoot what I do, beautiful women!
Who are bruised and cut and bleeding.
Oh, fuck.
It's for the contrast!
You add a little bit of the real world. It makes them all the more beautiful.
Until you kill them.
If they could thank me, they fucking would.
Because of my pictures, those women will live on forever!
Nothing lasts forever.
(Screaming)
Man has aIways been drawn to the sea.
But it's an unnaturaI setting for us,
a pIace of great danger.
Tides, currents,
waves, wind...
each presenting their own hazards,
none of which can be ignored.
The sIightest Iapse ofjudgment
can be a mistake you might never recover from.
But a good saiIor doesn't fight against these eIements.
A good saiIor works with them, using them to his advantage.
While others less fortunate might be forever cast adrift,
often in several pieces,
he aIways comes home safeIy.
What the hell?
- Isn't that... - Farrow's assistant.
I just arrested him for the murder of Estrella Carazo.
- But, no, I thought... - Yeah.
At first it looked like Farrow, but this is airtight.
We got camera footage from the tollbooth of him heading over to Alligator Alley.
We got DNA evidence. We got everything.
I killed an innocent man.