As Dexter leaves, he passes LaGuerta and hears that they've got a warrant to search Christine's apartment, which gives him even more incentive to yada yada MacGuffin. Quinn wants in on the apartment search, which LaGuerta rightly shoots down, for obvious reasons. She's gonna send Deb over with Angel. Only not so fast on THAT, because now Matthews is here and needs to speak with both Angel and Maria ASAP. In Maria's office, Matthews shows them security footage of a liquor store robbery from the other night. But it got sent up to him because 30 minutes earlier, there's footage of Angel and Maria at the same store, making out in the aisle. Okay, let this be a lesson to all you people: the liquor store is a place of business. A place of business where lonely people go to purchase the bottle that will be their only companion tonight. You flaunt your relationship in the aisle in front of the cabernet, as far as I'm concerned, you deserve what you get. Anyhoo, suffice it to say, Matthews wants their asses for this. They lied in an affidavit, under oath. He tells them to call their union reps and look into alternate career paths. So...he's mad, then. After she catches her breath, LaGuerta confronts Matthews. He's had a bug up his ass about her since almost the beginning. Why? Is it because she's a woman? Latina? "Your arrogance," Matthews growls at her. Yeah, but she's gotten WAY better at that, man. Can't you see how boring she's been written this season?

Dexter's in his storage unit, bathed in the warm glow of Harry's obviousness. Dex rifles through Lundy's Trinity files, looking for a close-but-no-cigar suspect that he can use as a patsy. He comes upon one Stan Bodrie, a long-haul trucker who killed a hooker with a crowbar, though the cops fucked up the evidence. Well that's an easy call. Dex then scrambles to make his appointment with Rita. Harry, miraculously, fails to hassle him for it.

Meanwhile, Arthur is at some poor SOB's house, removing the screen from his front window. The house's owner, who looks like a cross between a more hipster-y Seth Gabel from Dirty Sexy Money and Derrick from the aforementioned Real World/Road Rules Challenge, comes home and is seriously pissed about this quasi-home invasion. Arthur is hilariously nonchalant about it, once he confirms this guy owns the house, saying he thought this was his friend's house instead. But Hipster Derrick isn't taking "I thought I was breaking into my friend's house" for an answer. He slams Arthur's car door shut and says he's got his license plate number. He's gonna call the cops. Well, Hipster Derrick, you said the phrase of the day! You're...not gonna like the prize.