Dexter's at Rita's house, knocking on the front door. Rita finally steps outside, annoyed, and says, "Dexter, what?" "You were right. I'm sorry to wake you up, but I had to let you know that you were right." "About what?" Really? Really? "The program," he replies. "It's good. It's really good. I'm always so in my own head. It's already really helped me a lot. Thank you." They embrace, and Rita's clearly happy with Dexter again, so crisis averted.

The next day, they pull up to the meeting in the new minivan, and Rita comments on how much she likes the new ride. "So, I will pick you up in an hour," she says to him when he gets out. He says he wants to go someplace nice for lunch, and then he points and says, "Oh, there's my sponsor." Of course, she's obscured by some fat dude smoking a ciggy, and that's who Rita thinks he's talking about. "No, next to him. Lilah." Oh, okay. That's her name. He goes and meets up with Lilah, and as soon as she puts her hand on his back, the camera zooms quickly on Rita's face, and for some reason I'm reminded of Tracy Flick when she loses it and rips down all those posters.

Right, so good stuff. The Doakes thing is at bay for now. Things with Rita are on the mend, but I wonder what direction they're planning to take this Lilah thing. I still couldn't really give less of a shit about Pascal or her stupid fiancé. It's also fun that Deb realized that the BHB might only be hunting "bad guys." Woohoo!