At his place, Isaak Pullo is pulling up photos of the assassins. Dexter asks for anything Isaak Pullo can tell him, and Isaak Pullo tells him that Caffrey, the American, likes it up close and personal - knives, piano wire, that sort of thing - while Mickic keeps his distance with high-powered rifles and is also a slave to ritual, as he'll buy a rifle locally and test it out first. Dexter realizes that the practice range would need to be outdoors to accommodate the required distance, and Isaak Pullo pulls up the specs on Mickic's preferred weapon. Dexter is aware that there are only a few ranges that sell the weapon's particular ammunition, so he'll check them out the next day. He turns to go, prompting Isaak Pullo to ask where he's running off to "all helter-skelter?" Dexter informs Isaak Pullo that he's hungry, whereupon Isaak Pullo points out that he's got a nerve-wracking errand to take care of with a loved one's life at risk, and all he can think about is food? Dexter's like, what of it, so Isaak Pullo asks him how many men he's killed. Dexter pauses before answering, "A lot," and given how many blood slides those cases hold, he's not kidding. Isaak Pullo says that he once asked Mickic the same question, and the extremely excited response was sixteen (contradicting Isaak Pullo's assertion earlier in the scene that he's employed Mickic "more times than I can count"). "But you - you don't seem to revel in what you do. Why?" Hilariously, Dexter informs Isaak Pullo, "I don't bond," but Isaak Pullo is undeterred, going on that most men kill for money, some for brutality, some for revenge - but he senses that Dexter could walk away without the need to kill him. Dexter, in that vaguely singsong voice he sometimes gets when he's letting his psycho flag fly, tells him that his needs are different, and if anything happens to Hannah, Isaak Pullo will find out why Dexter is a killer. He leaves, and Isaak Pullo looks almost scientifically curious.
Dexter shows up to Deb's and takes the burrito out of his mouth long enough to tell her he needs a favor - for her to call off the constant surveillance on Isaak Pullo. Deb, of course, is not going to do that without some sort of explanation, so Dexter lays it all out for her, even the Hannah part. Well, I guess his situation is both desperate and intricate enough that he can't come up with a workable cover story. Deb thinks this is a perfect opportunity for him to let Hannah go, as they have no future together, but Dexter doesn't care about that - he just doesn't want Isaak Pullo to kill her. Deb, unable to suppress the cop in her for long, asks who Dexter thinks has her, so Dexter tells her it's Lurch, and if he could find out where they are, he could extricate himself from Isaak Pullo's grasp. Deb goes off on a seeming tangent, telling Dexter that that morning when she woke up, for a second everything was as it used to be - steaks and beer and bad movies on the couch - but then she blinked, "and now it's burritos and hired killers and favors, and fucking Xanax to get me to tomorrow morning so I can have that half-second of peace!" Look, Deb, you've been through a lot and I don't begrudge you some grousing, but I'll thank you to leave burritos out of it. Despite how the words look on the page, her tone isn't overly emotional - maybe it's the Xanax - and she tells him she will pull the surveillance, but she'll never be okay with him and Hannah. He acknowledges that, and when she turns away, presumably to make the call, he sighs yet again at how unmanageable his life has become.