A Storm of Fuck.
Oct. 29th, 2012 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogForget the rain, and flooding, and the idiots who sent a historic-reenactment boat out off the Atlantic coast the weekend of a freakin' hurricane. The biggest damage of this past weekend was to Harry Morgan's Code, which Dexter managed to leave in a heap of rubble after this fifth episode.
Don't get caught. Rule One. So why did Dex seem determined to spend this entire episode with a "Catch Me" sign pinned to his back? Let us count the ways:
* Begging Deb to stay out of the "storm of fuck" resulting from LaGuerta finding the blood slide. Instead of considering the magnitude of this problem, and the likelihood that she would find some way to pin things to him once she started putting 1+1+1 together (the three vics of his on her post-Doakes pattern-match list), Dex is Denial. I didn't do anything that could lead me to get caught, he asserts. ORLY? Stalking a wedding photographer AT A WEDDING HE'S would be a real good way. Only Deb's quick reaction time and blatant dereliction of duty saved her bro's bacon on that one. But I wouldn't put it past LaGuerta to have noticed Deb's throw-up-in-her-mouth reaction to that one photo and her instant effort to get custody of the collection. And swiping the print (really? who prints SNAPSHOTS anymore? The kid said she "printed" the pictures for her meeting with Deb) only postponed the storm. More likely, Mom printed whole printer pages of them; and there are still negatives, and/or disk copies, of that image that Dex's final-scene pyromania will not erase.
* Starting a cat-and-mouse with Hannah before, and continuing after, he figured out that she has a fellow Dark Passenger of her own. He knew it before they got to the outdoor site, and it was certainly clear once they hit the paydirt and he pretty much told her exactly what he suspected.
* Worst of all, though, was the whole tête-à-tête (however you say that in Ukranian) with Isaak. Hiding himself and Deb from him was right. Stalking his stalker, especially this stalker, was dead wrong. It was an imaginative plot point- a veritable puzzler, if you will- to try to kill off the adversary without "killing anybody" his own Dex-self by luring him to an enemy drug cartel hangout, but it was utterly un-Dex of Dex to not hang out and make sure the deed got done. Now, since his adversary is apparently the Six Million Ruble Man who's impervious to anything, Dex has had to run him through The System, after having confessed his own complicity in Viktor's death at least twice, once on a FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCK MONITORED PRISON PHONE. Think that isn't gonna come back to haunt him, especially given that the kill itself took place in a F-F-Fing-F-F MONITORED AIRPORT?!?
If dude somehow survives seven more episodes without getting caught, he's got the best F-F-Fing-F-F Guardian Angel on the planet.
I'm not even getting to the whole Louis Thing, or the whole Batista Knows Sorta Thing. Dex is Doomed, six ways to Sunday. Hopefully we'll have our power this coming Sunday to see if we can get closer to an End.
Don't get caught. Rule One. So why did Dex seem determined to spend this entire episode with a "Catch Me" sign pinned to his back? Let us count the ways:
* Begging Deb to stay out of the "storm of fuck" resulting from LaGuerta finding the blood slide. Instead of considering the magnitude of this problem, and the likelihood that she would find some way to pin things to him once she started putting 1+1+1 together (the three vics of his on her post-Doakes pattern-match list), Dex is Denial. I didn't do anything that could lead me to get caught, he asserts. ORLY? Stalking a wedding photographer AT A WEDDING HE'S would be a real good way. Only Deb's quick reaction time and blatant dereliction of duty saved her bro's bacon on that one. But I wouldn't put it past LaGuerta to have noticed Deb's throw-up-in-her-mouth reaction to that one photo and her instant effort to get custody of the collection. And swiping the print (really? who prints SNAPSHOTS anymore? The kid said she "printed" the pictures for her meeting with Deb) only postponed the storm. More likely, Mom printed whole printer pages of them; and there are still negatives, and/or disk copies, of that image that Dex's final-scene pyromania will not erase.
* Starting a cat-and-mouse with Hannah before, and continuing after, he figured out that she has a fellow Dark Passenger of her own. He knew it before they got to the outdoor site, and it was certainly clear once they hit the paydirt and he pretty much told her exactly what he suspected.
* Worst of all, though, was the whole tête-à-tête (however you say that in Ukranian) with Isaak. Hiding himself and Deb from him was right. Stalking his stalker, especially this stalker, was dead wrong. It was an imaginative plot point- a veritable puzzler, if you will- to try to kill off the adversary without "killing anybody" his own Dex-self by luring him to an enemy drug cartel hangout, but it was utterly un-Dex of Dex to not hang out and make sure the deed got done. Now, since his adversary is apparently the Six Million Ruble Man who's impervious to anything, Dex has had to run him through The System, after having confessed his own complicity in Viktor's death at least twice, once on a FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCK MONITORED PRISON PHONE. Think that isn't gonna come back to haunt him, especially given that the kill itself took place in a F-F-Fing-F-F MONITORED AIRPORT?!?
If dude somehow survives seven more episodes without getting caught, he's got the best F-F-Fing-F-F Guardian Angel on the planet.
I'm not even getting to the whole Louis Thing, or the whole Batista Knows Sorta Thing. Dex is Doomed, six ways to Sunday. Hopefully we'll have our power this coming Sunday to see if we can get closer to an End.