Rita and Deb are at some dive bar, slugging a few cold ones. They're making small talk. Apparently, Rita and Dexter love the hot wings at this place. Snore. Rita apologizes for being such bad company: "Paul called right before we left" "Yeah? What'd he want?" asks Deb. "Who knows?" lies Rita. "Make me feel bad he's in prison, I suppose." Deb reminds her that she was the one who answered "that domestic dispute call, way back when, remember? That prick deserves to be in prison." Rita says she knows. "I can't believe I still let him get to me after everything he's put me through." Realizing that she's with the fiancé of the ITK, she apologizes. "Oh, God. I'm such an idiot. What you went through is so much worse than my problems." Deb jokes that at least he paid for her meals, and they share a chuckle. Rita says she wishes she could move on like Deb. "Paul was so horrible to me, but sometimes...and don't tell Dexter...I find myself missing the good parts of him." Deb says, "It's not him that you miss, 'cause what he had to offer wasn't real. The way he made you feel about yourself? That was real." Fair enough; that's probably true. Deb's a little choked up, and Rita asks if she's okay. "Need a refill?" asks Deb, changing the subject. Before Rita answers, Deb's already at the bar, where yet another local has recognized her. "Excuse me, don't I know you from somewhere?" Deb just smiles politely at the guy and turns back to the bar. He walks up to her and puts a hand on her shoulder just to get her attention, and she wheels around and slams the poor guy right in the nose with her elbow, breaking it instantly. Deb's totally freaked, and Rita looks pretty shocked as she asks what happened. Losing it, Deb's all, "He grabbed me! You saw it, right?" The guy just holds his nose, which is bleeding profusely. It's pretty clear to everyone involved that Deb is not fully dealing with some shit.
Back at Sensio's Casa De La Muerte, Beef Bus is fully wrapped and ready for slaughter. "He wasn't easy to get here, but here he is, and here I am. Ready, willing...able?" Dexter slices Little Chino's face haphazardly, and blood starts pouring out quickly. "Shit, shit, shit!" Dexter says, and tries scooping up some blood onto the slide without using his dropper like he normally would. He's nervous. Chino's eyes open, and he immediately begins to wriggle around. The tape and plastic wrap begin to give, and Dexter notices there's "not enough tape. Perfect." He spins around and grabs a knife, and as he's about to plunge it into Chino's chest, Chino grabs his wrist. After they struggle for a bit, Dexter uses his free hand punch Chino in the face multiple times. The foley guys definitely had a blast with this, because the punches sound like someone slapping an elephant in the ribs with a slightly smaller elephant. Chino's other hand breads free, and he slams Dexter back into his instruments. Dex grabs his meat cleaver, spins around, and hacks an empty table. Beef Bus has escaped, and Dexter looks totally surprised. This is not good, dude. Unlike Sensio, Chino is not blind, and will totally find Dexter if he wants to. Good thing he didn't seem to pay any attention to Dex earlier when Doakes led him into the interrogation room, or he'd be ultra-screwed. Dex sits down, defeated, and VOs, "Thirty-nine days, twenty-two hours and eighteen minutes since I killed my brother. I am cursed."