Dexter Page #4

YOUNG DEXTER (12) watches his father very carefully, then

picks up a small bottle of milk, unscrews the top, takes a

sip, screws the top back on, then tries to slip it into his

pants -- just like his father, but it doesn't fit so he sets

it aside.

Harry stares into nothingness -- then turns to his adopted

son and says very softly, simply -

HARRY:

You're different, aren't you, Dexter?

Dexter swallows hard, looks nervously at his dad.

YOUNG DEXTER:

(haltingly)

What do you mean, Pop?

HARRY:

The Billups say Buddy disappeared.

Little Dexter turns away.

HARRY (CONT'D)

(softly)

I found the grave, son.

YOUNG DEXTER:

(defensive)

That dog was a noisy little creep,

Pop. He was barking all night and Mom

couldn't sleep and she's very, very

sick and that lousy dog was yapping at

every leaf that blew down the

sidewalk.

Harry looks at Dexter.

HARRY:

There were a lot of bones in there,

Dexter and...not just Buddy's.

Little Dexter fidgets.

HARRY (CONT'D)

How long have you been doing this,

son?

10.

Dexter looks away then looks back into his father's eyes.

YOUNG DEXTER:

About a year and a half.

(beat)

Pop...Are you mad?

Harry stares at little Dexter, then slowly drapes his arm

around his son and pulls him close. And as they stare into

the river water, we're suddenly --

BACK ON:

DEXTER:

And as his boat disappears into the morning fog, we see the

back of the Whaler and it's named the ÒSLICE OF LIFE.Ó

CUT TO:

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

Dexter walks into his apartment, closes the door behind him.

It appears more like a library than a home -- book shelves

are everywhere and all the books are categorized,

alphabetized and lined up perfectly.

Dexter walks past a stack of files, all labeled ÒMISSING

PERSONS:
PROPERTY OF MIAMI P.D.,Ó heads to the air

conditioner stuck in the window -- turns it up even colder.

In the middle of the room is a large desk -- with a computer

and the book Gray's Anatomy on top.

Dexter whips out a set of keys, unlocks the bottom desk

drawer, pulls out a long rectangular wood box, sets it on his

desk, lifts off the lid and from his shirt pocket, pulls out

the slide of blood we saw him extract from Donovan.

Dexter stares at it for a beat, then --

DEXTER (V.O.)

At least the code of Harry, my

wonderful father, is satisfied.

(beat)

And so am I.

He files it amongst many other slides inside the box, slams

the drawer shut, locks it, then picks up a Miami Police

Department folder entitled: ÒJAWORSKI.Ó

11.

DEXTER (V.O.) (CONT'D)

He was a great cop here in Miami,

taught me how to think like one, even

though I'm not. Taught me how to cover

my tracks.

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