A while later, the room is a crime scene, yet again. Masuka asks LaGuerta how she knew he was there. "Neighbors saw the front door open." Masuka says, "We got his fingerprints on the knife, note on the fridge, and a single incise wound to the neck with a slight upward angle." It all points to a clear suicide. LaGuerta comments that he did it the same way he did with the hookers, meaning the use of the rack. "Poetic," she says. "Retarded," says Masuka. "Look at him. He's dead." LaGuerta comments that he always flaunted his kills, "like he was untouchable. By taking his own life, he's forbidding us from ever catching him." Masuka says he doesn't care why he did it, he's just glad he did.
Rita' s about to take out the trash when Dexter comes in, holding a couple coffees. "Decaf mochachino non-fat, no whip, just the way you like it," he says, and Rita instantly embraces him. "I got your message. How's Debra?" "Uh, she has all her limbs," he says with a half-smile. "Thank God she's alive. Poor thing must be a mess. Falling for a serial killer?" Heh. "What are the odds?" says Dex, fully realizing the irony of this conversation. "How about you? Are you all right?" "Yeah," he says, and pauses. "No." Another pause, and Rita searches his face. "I've been through a lot, lately," he says at last. Touching her hair gently, he says, "I could use a little more time with you, and the kids." "We could, too," she responds. He tries to apologize for how he's been acting, but she shushes him with a finger and kisses him lovingly. She asks that next time, he just tell her what's going on. "When you don't return my calls, I get a little paranoid." "I'll be better about that," he says. "Good. Who knows, you might even find that I can handle the truth." Yeah, I don't know about that. "I wish that was the case," Dexter VOs.
Outside, he continues, "The fact is, there's nobody left alive who can handle my truth." When he reaches his car, he looks down the street and notices Doakes in his cruiser, watching him. "Doakes always sensed I was hiding something. Now he knows. My devil danced with his demon, and the fiddler's tune is far from over." Doakes does the I've Totally Got My Fuckin' Eyes On You motion with his index and middle finger, and Dex gets into his car, pretending not to notice.
Rita's taking out the trash as Dexter's VO goes on: "Sometime I wonder what it would be like for everything inside me that's denied and unknown to be revealed." Rita looks down, and sees Paul's shoe. Frozen, she looks stunned. "But I'll never know. I live my life in hiding. My survival depends on it."