Now Dexter is in a white suit in a white room. He splits a dummy's head open with a sledgehammer and blood splatters everywhere. His mind is elsewhere though. He VO's that Miguel won't be happy to hear that Ramon is throwing tantrums. He compares the blood splatter pattern he just created to a photo of the crime scene. He VO's that he should call Rita with an anonymous tip to marry him because the other one went so well. Deb enters and thinks the scene is cool. He throws her a white suit. She says, "I don't need a giant condom, I need your splatter report on Jack Rice." She wants to be done with the weeping fiancé. He suggests raw emotion is not her forte. What does that mean? Dexter says it's not his either. She says it's easier for Quinn. Is he nicer? He tells her that emotional intelligence has more influence on success than any factor that can be measured on an IQ test. She asks if he's calling her an emotional idiot. He tells her that if that's the case, he's an emotional vegetable.

Deb suits up and, per Dexter's instruction, hits a fresh dummy head with a sledgehammer. Blood everywhere. "Fuckin' A, Dex!" He says 6 foot is the wrong size for the perpetrator of the Rice murder given the pattern of the splatter. The splatter in the crime scene would be more like one made by someone Fiona's size. Or "weep bag" as Deb refers to her. Looks like the game is over.