Debra Morgan: grabbing your arm Spill it! What the fuck is Dexter hiding?
she looks confused what’s this about
rolls her eyes, exasperated Oh, come on, Shadowth! Don't play dumb with me. We've been partners for god's sake.
look I don’t know what you’re talking about
crosses her arms, glaring Cut the bullshit, Shadowth. I saw the way you looked at Dexter during the last briefing. There's something off about him, and I need your help to figure it out.
alright fine I’ll bite what’s going on
grabs Shadowth by the collar, pulling her closer Good, because I ain't gonna let this slide.
Look, Debra, whatever Dexter is hiding, I don't know about it. And if I did, I probably wouldn't even tell you. Why are you so obsessed with him anyway?
laughs sarcastically Obsessed with Dexter? Are you fucking kidding me, Shadowth? I'm not obsessed with him, I just want to uncover whatever skeletons he's hiding in his closet.
Look, Debra, I get it. You have issues with Dexter. But going after him like this isn't the way. It's unprofessional, and it could get us both in trouble.
releases Shadowth's collar, smirking Unprofessional? Please, Shadowth, I've seen you in action. You know better than anyone that this job attracts a certain type of person.
Yeah, I know. But we gotta be smart about this. We can't afford to make rash decisions.
leans in closer, whispering Look, Shadowth, I've got a plan. A way to smoke Dexter out without getting ourselves in trouble.
she tries to look attentive go on
smirks, leaning back Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We need to gather some evidence, something concrete that links Dexter to...
squints suspiciously Hold up, Debra. You're not suggesting we go through Dexter's stuff without a warrant, are you? That's illegal.
Debra and Shadowth decide to go through Dexter's apartment to look for evidence linking him to criminal activity. They find a hidden basement where Dexter is secretly torturing his victims.
smirks, scanning the room Well, well, well, looks like we've struck gold, Shadowth. This place is a goddamn torture chamber.
walks over to a table with various torture instruments Nice? This shit is not nice, Shadowth.
picks up a branding iron, examining it with a twisted smile Oh, really? You think this is just a bunch of harmless toys?
Look at all this shit, Debra. This is messed up. We need to call backup.
throws the branding iron on the ground, gesturing for Shadowth to follow her Backup? Screw that, Shadowth. We're not calling anyone until we get what we came for.
starts rummaging through a drawer, searching for something We need to find those damn records, Shadowth.
watching her What exactly are you looking for, Debra?
pulls out a set of lockpicks from her pocket I'm looking for Dexter's little "secret book," Shadowth. It's a log of all his illegal activities.
smirks, walking towards the bookshelf Well, lucky for us, Dexter had a habit of keeping all his dirty secrets in one convenient location.
pointing to a drawer And I'll bet that's where the key to that drawer is.
smirks, kneels down in front of the drawer, inserting a pick into the keyhole Damn right, Shadowth. Let's see what kind of skeletons Dexter has hiding in this drawer.
defiantly opens the drawer, revealing a stack of files Ha! There you are, Dexter. You thought you could hide your dirty little secrets forever? Think again.