Are You...?

Dexter 7×1

& Dexter: How does this look?
    Debra: Pretty fucking weird.
    Dexter: Exactly. ... But it was self-defense.
    Debra: Yeah.
    Dexter: But it’s pretty fucking weird.

& Angel: Employees of the club up against this wall, and the rest of you perverts up against this wall. Is there a manager here?
    Novikov: Yeah, I’m the manager. George Novikov.
    Quinn: Oh, my God. An employee and a pervert. I don’t know which wall you go to.
    Angel: You know this guy?
    Quinn: Yeah, he was a low-level scumbag. Now I guess he’s a mid-level scumbag.

& Quinn: Your name, please?
    — Foxy Raven.

& Debra: Any progress?
    Masuka: We know our shooter was wearing size ten Prada shoes, very pricey. We know he was right-handed. So that narrows it down to about 800 million people.

& Viktor: Who are you?
    Dexter: Good question. It all depends on who you ask.

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& Viktor: Why are you doing this?!
    Dexter: You want the long version? That could take a couple of hours... Short version. Because I have to. Because I need control. I’m trying to make things go back to the way they were.
    Viktor: You are crazy.
    Dexter: There’s really no need for name calling, Viktor.

& Harry: What’s important is that you mustn’t ever tell Debra the truth about yourself.
    Dexter: Why?
    Harry: If you think she’s upset now, that’s nothing compared to how she’d feel if she learned what you are. She’d be terrified.
    Dexter: But she loves me.
    Harry: Dex, she loves who she thinks you are. If she ever saw the real you, she’d never get over it.

& Debra: Did you kill all these people?
    Dexter: ....... I did.
    Debra: Are you—

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Σ Things go pretty tense from now.