Over at Lundy's, Deb is complaining that men are stupid. It's true. We're all fools. "How else could Dex and Batista be so easily duped by Lila?" she asks. "I took one look at her and I knew she was a walking nightmare." "It's not stupidity, it's simply in our DNA," says Lundy. "When a pretty girl smiles and bats her eyelashes, we're powerless to resist." Yeah, we suck. Damn you, penis! Khaaaaaaaaan! Wait, huh? Sorry. Deb says she's worried about Angel: "This is so fucked. There's no way I'm going to let him take the fall for this." "What can you do?" asks Lundy. Deb has an idea. Batting her eyelashes, she walks over to him and says, "Well, Special Agent Lundy, I was wondering if you might access those great big FBI files of yours and do a search on Ms. Lila Tournay?" He sighs, and says, "You see? Powerless to resist." Heh, nice one Deb. Lundy opens up his laptop, and with a few keystrokes, he's in the system. Deb asks him if Adams will be pissed for using the FBI files for this, and he says, "I certainly hope so." Yeah, stick it to the man! Apparently, Lila has no warrants, no criminal record, and no Social Security number. "What about visas, or green cards, or whatever?" asks Deb. Lundy tells her there's nothing on her. "That's impossible. Everyone has a paper trail." "Everyone real," replies Lundy. "That sneaky bitch! She's using an alias." Lundy agrees, and Deb wonders aloud how she's supposed to find out Lila's real name. "I think you know the answer to that," says Lundy. "Cut off her head and look for a label!" "There's probably an easier way."
Angel opens up his trunk, and grabs the microwave that's sitting there. He hands it to Masuka, who asks, "You got something smaller?" "The last time Lila was in my apartment, she microwaved some popcorn." Mmm, popcorn. Hold on a sec, you guys? I'll be right back, promise.
(Crunch, crunch). Okay, sorry. Anyway, Angel assures Masuka that Lila's prints are on the microwave somewhere. "Next time, make her a cup of tea." Yeah, like, ha ha, Masuka. As if there's going to be a next time.
In the office, Dexter walks with some woman over to Deb's desk. "This is Marlene, from accounting." "Hi, Marlene, from accounting," says Deb. "She's also a notary public." "Good for you," says Deb. Deb, stop being an asshole. "I met with a lawyer, yesterday, and he helped me prepare a living trust. It gives you control of all my assets in the event of my death, or certain other situations." "Oh, God. Go away, this is creepy." Dex says his financial planner said a guy his age should have a will: "It's just a precaution." "We're all going to die eventually," says Marlene. Someone get this lady a SAG card! Deb agrees to sing everything, and asks Dex if this is why he was acting so weird on the phone. "Probably." "Thanks for showing up last night to support Batista," Deb snarks. "I am supporting Batista. I stopped by Lila's this morning." "And?" "And, I talked to her. I don't think she's going to be a problem." Yeah, my ass. "Yeah, because she certainly hasn't been one, so far." Word, Deb. It's like you read my mind! Dexter invited Deb over for steaks and beers later: "There's something I want to talk to you about." "Sure! Sounds good!" Yeah, it does. Mmm, steak. No, Mr. S, you've already got popcorn! I know, but steak! I'm sorry you guys had to read that.