Neil Perry has returned to the hotel. When he enters the room, he says, "Miss me?" to the screaming hooker just as Angel puts the barrel of his gun to the back of his head. "Police. On the ground. Get down slowly." Perry begins playing Captain Crazypants by singing the Children's Evening Hymn: "Now the day is over, night is drawing nigh." Deb comes out and points her gun at him: "Get down on the ground, now!" "...Shadows of the evening steal across the sky." Finally Deb and Angel get him down to the ground as he finished the second stanza: "Now the darkness gathers, stars begin to peep. Birds and beasts and flowers soon will be asleep." I guess it would be creepy if it weren't such a trite thing to do. I also think that's totally intentional, because he's totally not the Ice Truck Killer. The real ITK would never resort to such dramatic antics. The backup arrives, and they whisk Perry away to jail. I guess. We don't actually see that.
Dexter is having some food fun time with the kids. Astor asks, "What else should we put in our concoction?" Cody offers gummy bears and chucks in a handful. I suppose the kids still have some leftover Halloween candy. "How do you kids plan to eat that, spread it on toast?" "It already has toast in it!" says Astor exuberantly. "So it does," says Dex after closer inspection. There's a knock at the door, and Dexter opens up to find Paul outside. Well, great. "Hey there, big guy," says Paul, immediately making me hate him more than I already do. "Uh, Dexter, right?" "Paul, hi. Rita's not here." Paul: "Oh, that's okay, I'm actually here for the kids. I came to dazzle 'em with my booty." Huh? He holds up a plastic bag containing toys that I imagine he won for the kids at the carnival. Dexter sighs. "Uh, this is awkward. I'm afraid I'm not comfortable letting you inside the house without Rita here." You were right Dex, it's definitely awkward. "Who are you anyway, like, the babysitter...?" asks Paul. Dexter: "Well, I'm watching the kids right now, so I suppose that makes me the babysitter." His glower suggests that he's also a babysitter that's best to not fuck with. "Are you fucking my wife?" Paul asks threateningly. Unflapped, Dexter replies, "I'll let Rita know you stopped by." Paul: "Or I could just walk in. My house. I own this place. Bet she didn't tell you that, did she?" Dexter: "Ooph. Homeowner issues are way over my head. I should probably just call the police, let them sort this out." Paul seems to get the message and turns to leave, but he quickly punches the air in front of Dexter's face, coming within an inch of contact. Dexter barely flinches and keeps his cool, mildly amused glare trained on Paul's eyes. Paul looks like such a fucking idiot. "Is that it?" Dexter says. Paul: "Yeah. Just give those presents to my little buckets of sunshine and tell Rita she can reach me at the motor court." After Paul is gone, Dex VOs, "He might be a crack-addled, wife-abusing yahoo, but he refuses to abandon his kids. I'm not sure that's a good thing."