I really need your help! There's this...thing...creature, I don't know. It's attached to my brother's warden's head! I don't know what to do. You have to come and help me.
We came North-West. Outside. We're about 10 or 15 minutes away from the compound.
Dexter Morgan? I'm Brian. You're my warden for this trip, I think.
[Filtered to Dexter]
We should look around, find somewhere out of the way. Bring all the equipment we'll need - plastic sheeting, knives, tranquilisers and syringes - but something about this port... It scares worries me. We shouldn't be weighed down.
So, what is this - a second chance? I get to redeem myself? I get a chance to repent for my sins for slicing all those girls into itty-bitty pieces? I get to show everyone what a good person I really am inside?