Angel, Deb, and Masuka all take a shot at the bar, and they all immediately recoil from whatever foul liquor they just imbibed. "What is this shit, Masuka?" demands Deb. "Hey, tequila's all the same." "Not when it's made from pumpkins!" "Hey, we're not all on the same pay grade!" Angel chimes in, "If I lose my job over this, bro, I won't have a pay grade." Deb assures him that won't happen because everyone knows he's innocent. Angel wants to know how he's supposed to prove it, though: "I can't explain the roofies, the rough sex." "There was rough sex?" asks Masuka. "It was her idea. Now it's my word against hers. I'm screwed." Deb insists that Angel fight back, and Masuka agrees. Angel tells them he appreciates the support, and Masuka changes the subject: "Does it ever floor you guys that we had a killer right under our noses this whole time? I mean, who doesn't see that shit?" Deb gives him a look, and he tries to backpedal. "It's alright," says Deb. "That stuff doesn't bother me, anymore." She goes to get another round.
Lila's buzzer rings, and she heads to the front door. When she opens it, she finds Dexter standing there. "Dextah, I was wondering when you'd show up." "We need to talk." "Sounds good to me. I'm, eh, making coffee, do you want one?" Dexter dives right in: "I'm here to ask you respectfully to drop the charges against Angel." "Dextah, if Angel molested me, as the evidence seems to indicate, then he should face the consequences, don't you think?" God, I fucking hate her so much. Stupid twunt. "Doesn't matter what I think," says Dex, "but here's what I know: after tomorrow, I won't be around, anymore, so there's no endgame in this for you." "You going somewhere?" "It's looking more and more likely." "Where?" "All that matters is that I'll be out of reach, permanently." "Come on, Dextah! Tell me! I have roight to knower!" "You're the one who taught me to accept the things you can't change! This is one of those things." Heh, nice. You tell that ass-face, Dex. "Goodbye, Lila." He shuts the door behind him. Nice. Take that, LMPMT.