Flashback time. "You know what this is?" asks Harry of young Deb 'n' Dex, holding a piece of paper. "This is Dexter's new birth certificate." He proudly displays the document for both kids to see. "The adoption finally went through. You're a Morgan, now!" "I thought I was already a Morgan," says Dexter inquisitively. "Well, you have been to us. But it's official now!" Deb asks Harry why he never told about what happened to Dexter biological parents. Harry says, "Let's not talk about it," but Dexter insists. "It was an accident, a tragic accident." Well, alrighty then.
Dexter's helping Rita clean up her place, and she asks him if he's found anything else out about Joe Driscoll. "I looked online. I even looked up police records, but there are no birth records, no driver's license...just the deed to the house." Rita finds that odd. Dexter tells her that he talked to the probate lawyer who drafted the will, and it turns out Driscoll "was an insurance adjuster of sound mind with no doubts" about who Dexter was. He also enjoyed bowling. Rita looks concerned, and asks, "Dexter, you're not feeling any of this, are you? You're obviously so overwhelmed that you've shut down." "Maybe," he says after a pause. Rita wants to come with him to sort out the house. "You don't need to do that," says Dex. "Trust me, you'll need me." She kisses him and heads back to the kitchen to keep cleaning.
Deb is passed out on Rudy's bed, and Rudy is up, walking around. He heads to his dresser and fingers a pair of scissors like a creep, when Deb wakes up and says, "I fell asleep." "Sex like that takes a lot out of a person." ProDoc leans over and smooches her, and we're treated to some of Jen Carpenter's side-boob. ProDoc asks if the double-date for Friday is still on, and she says that because Dexter has to go to Dade City, it is, in fact, not. "What's in Dade City?" Deb explains the situation, and Rudy's all, "Really?" as if he didn't know. I'm sure he killed Driscoll, or at least set the situation up somehow. Anyway, he climbs into bed with Deb, and they get into cuddle position, careful not to turn the side-boob into the front-boob. Deb thinks the whole thing is a big mistake. "Still, though. That's gotta open up some old wounds," muses Rudy. "When are you leavin'?" "I'm staying in bed with you all weekend," Deb responds. "I thought you two were close." Deb says they are, but Dexter likes to do things on his own. "He doesn't need my help." "Or...he just doesn't know how to ask for it." He's obviously trying to connive his way into going. Fuckin' guy!