Dexter Page #5

(beat)

I'm a very neat monster.

As he puts the folder down, he notices his answering machine

is BLINKING. Dexter eyes it, presses a button and we HEAR -

DEBRA (O.S.)

Dexter...DEXTER, YOU THERE?! ANSWER

THE FUCKEN PHONE.

SMASH CUT TO:

EXT. PARKING LOT - LA MAMACITA HOTEL - MIAMI, FL - SAME

And we see DEBRA (20's -- Dexter's outstanding-looking foster

sister) dressed as a classic cheap whore, her shapely body

shrink wrapped tight in a pink neon tube-top, mini-skirt,

fishnet stockings and high heels, talking urgently into her

cell phone.

DEBRA:

Okay...Dex, please, soon as you get in

-- I'm at a crime scene by this sh*t-

hole, the Mamacita Motel and I need

you here right away...Okay, Dex?

Please. Pretty fucken please with

cheese on top.

She slaps her cell phone closed and we -

CUT BACK TO:

DEXTER:

Smiling.

DEXTER (V.O.)

That's my marvelous foul-mouthed

foster sister, Deborah.

CUT TO:

INT. BATHROOM - DEXTER'S APARTMENT - COCONUT GROVE, FL -

LATER:

Dexter takes a very hot shower, lathers up all over, scrubs

his face hard, then kneads the shampoo deep into his scalp

and enjoys the whole experience a great deal.

12.

DEXTER (V.O.)

She's the only person in the world who

cares if I'm alive or dead. She loves

me. Why? I don't know. I'm unlovable.

I have no feelings about anything.

CUT TO:

INT. BEDROOM - DEXTER'S APARTMENT - COCONUT GROVE, FL - LATER

Dexter quickly gets dressed. Slips on a snappy looking

bowling shirt, khakis, all light and airy. He's good to go.

DEXTER (V.O.)

...But if I could have feelings at

all, I'd have them for Deb.

CUT TO:

EXT. PARKING LOT - LA MAMACITA MOTEL - MIAMI, FL - LATER

Dexter gets out of his air conditioned Civic, is momentarily

stunned by the brutally hot morning sun.

He heads toward A CROWD OF polyester-wearing RETIREES, handme-

down-wearing CUBANO refugees and bikini-wearing TOURISTS,

standing behind the yellow police tape cordoning off this

dingy low-life, hell-hole of a motel advertising hourly

rates. But right now, the rooms are empty and the parking lot

is full with COP CARS, AMBULANCES, and MEDICAL EXAMINER VANS.

DEXTER (V.O.)

There's something strange and

disarming about looking at a homicide

scene in the bright daylight of the

Miami sun. It makes the most grotesque

killings look antiseptic, staged --

like you're in a new and daring

section of Disney World. Dahmer-Land.

Dexter scoots under the yellow tape when SUDDENLY a very

intimidating-looking UNIFORMED COP blocks his path.

COP:

You better be a cop.

Dexter flashes his OFFICIAL MIAMI-DADE FORENSIC DEPT. I.D.

DEXTER:

No. Forensics.

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