Deb finds Lundy at the station, and tells him that Lila's prints came back: "We hit the jackpot! Turns out her real name is Lila West, and her visa expired two years ago!" "Bad girl." "I can have her deported." "Not as easy as it sounds. Miami's swamped with criminal immigrants, refugees from third world countries. They all take priority over some British girl." Not deterred by this, Deb says, "Then I'll deport her myself!" "We got him!" says Adams, barging into the office. "Doakes?" asks Lundy. Apparently, Adams was able to find a Park Service manager in the Everglades who gave Doakes directions. "So, you have a tip, not Doakes?" says Lundy, clearly satisfied with himself. "We'll have the son of a bitch in handcuffs in twenty-four hours!" "I'd like to urge strong caution in apprehending the suspect," says Lundy, unimpressed with Adams's bravado. "I'm looking into new information that might come in to play." "Yeah, I got your email about Leonis. The man will say anything for a dollar." "I agree we have to be circumspect about this, which is exactly why I'd like some time." "Show a little guts, for Christ's sake!" Deb can't take it any longer, and demands that Adams show some respect: "You wouldn't be closing in on a suspect right now if it wasn't for the work of this man!" Adams laughs in her face, and says, "As much as I enjoy hearing from the local talent, I'm really rather busy right now." What a douche. Oh, well. Lundy smiles warmly at Deb: "Guess you don't need me to fight your battles, anymore, huh?" "Yeah, well maybe you need to fight yours!" "Aren't you a tough one?" "I'm just warmin' up!" Boring.