Anton and Deb's place. Anton noodles around on his guitar while Deb scowls at him for not making a fresh pot of coffee. Oh, it begins. Anton gets "good news" in his email: a local hotel wants to book his band for the whole month. That means no going out on tour -- he'll be home every night. Deb could not be less obviously disappointed at this news, not that Anton seems to pick up on it much.
The carpool of Dexter's discontent. Rita sings "Karma Chamaleon" to Harrison while Dexter squirms uncomfortably in the passenger seat. Oh, I'm sorry, since when does being a deeply disturbed social misfit preclude one from enjoying the shit out of Culture Club? Dex's VO frantically tries to figure out a way for his Week of Playing Nice to end as quickly as possible. He eventually bargains it down to four and a half more days. "I'm never gonna make it," he internally grouses.
At the station, Angel and LaGuerta run down their Vacation Murders suspect, Johnny Rose. Thus far, they've got nothing on him. LaGuerta gives out the new marching orders, then tells Deb if she doesn't get anywhere on the Lisa Bell case soon, she's gonna get put on Vacation Murder duty too. That's the one with all the political pressure. Meanwhile, Quinn spots Dexter getting off the elevator and makes a beeline. Seems the mission for Quinn is still to buy Dexter's silence (Dex saw him pocket that crime-scene cash last week), this time with a pair of Dolphins tickets. And, since apparently murderous sociopaths are second only to gay dudes in terms of getting snooty about team sports, Dexter turns right around and hands the tickets off to Masuka. Though Dexter does kindly turn down Masuka's offer of "Who do I have to fuck to get those kind of tickets." Once again, Dexter keeping the universe at a distance.
Meanwhile, Angel's got a report of a female body in a warehouse parking lot, looks like a suicide. And despite Quinn's most obnoxious efforts to refuse on her behalf, Deb jumps on the case once Dexter notes to her that it sounds like Lundy's prediction of a second Trinity murder has come true. Dex goes to grab his keys, but Deb says Rita's already told her about the no-driving thing, so he's coming with her and Quinn. And in what might be my favorite Quinn moment so far, he pulls up in front with testosto-rap blaring and tells Dexter to climb in the back: "You'll be right on the subwoofer; you can feel the bass in your spine!" Oh, Quinn, you are a type.