"I went to Lila for answers, but now all I have is more questions," Dex VOs as he arrives at the station the next morning. "Who am I? What do I need? What do I want? Coffee, I really want a cup of coffee." In the break room, Doakes tells Dex he's late, and Deb says, "I fell asleep before you got home last night. Were you at Rita's?" Without a word, Dex just grabs a cup o' Joe and heads to his lab. "Your brother looks like shit," says Doakes. "Tell me about it." "I may be out of line with this, but did he fall off the wagon?" Oh, shit! "What wagon?" asks Deb, not knowing what the fuck Doakes is on about. "Only wagon Dexter's ever had is a Radio Flyer." "Your brother's a junkie...isn't he?" "Dexter?" laughs Deb. "Are you high? He's never even smoked a cigarette. I'm glad you've got some new material, though, 'cause, uh, 'freak' and 'psycho' were gettin' kinda tired." Heh, true. Doakes looks amazed. Just great. Now Doakes is going to be right back up in Dexter's face again. I knew this respite wouldn't last: Dexter being a junkie didn't just explain away all the good points Doakes made about him a few weeks ago, like how he's proficient in martial arts and how he dropped out of med school to do blood spatter. Like, who the fuck does that?
Masuka hops in the elevator with Lundy. "Agent Lundy," he says, nodding. "I heard a rumor that you're tracking all our internet activity. So, is it true? Because I can explain all that she-male stuff." Oh, Jesus, Vince. That's basically the look Lundy gives him before briskly stepping out of the elevator. "I need my team outside in five minutes," he announces as soon as he's on the floor. "Sounds important," observes LaGuerta, and Lundy replies, "Just got a major break in the investigation. Patrol called in. Found some guy saying he escaped the Bay Harbor Butcher. Claimed he was captured a couple hours ago." "Well, that's a neat trick, considering I was asleep. At least trying to sleep. This could be good news for me." "Morgan!" Lundy half-yells. Deb gets right up in his face, and he says he meant Dexter. "I'd like you to join us," he tells Dex. "Is there blood?" "Not that I'm aware of, no." "But what about Masuka?" Masuka, looking a little hurt, mentions that he is the lead forensics investigator. Lundy says his lab work is more pressing: "I need him to hold the fort down here at the station." "He totally saw the she-male stuff," Masuka says under his breath. "Whaddya say? I'll buy you lunch after," says Lundy. Dexter agrees, reluctantly, as Lundy mentions that he could use a fresh pair of eyes on the case. "I heard you have a knack for tracking serial killers." "I heard the same about you!" says Dex. "He also enjoys walks on the beach and foreign films," Deb says, bitterly. Deb, seriously, don't make me side with WhiteRabbit in wanting to smack you. "We've got a lot to talk about," Lundy tells Dexter ominously. Oh, criminy.