Back with Doakes, who's in the thick of the Everglades's marshes. He stops for a drink of water, and notices a huge alligator nearby. He slowly makes his way around it. After a while, Doakes reaches some water, and sees an airboat (I prefer "Fantoonaire") with two men on it. He yells out to them and motions to the shore a few yards away. The two men stop on the shore, and Doakes thanks them profusely. He explains that he's been held prisoner in a cabin, and the men speak to each other in Spanish. Understanding what they said, Doakes replies, "No! I don't want to go back to the cabin! I need you to get my ass out of here, I'm a police Sergeant..." Before he can finish, the smaller guy gets the drop on Doakes with his pistol, slamming into the back of his neck and knocking him out. Well, that's just great. Poor Doakes just can't catch a break! I'm guessing these guys are friends of the late Chris Harlow, Jimenez's coke contact that Dexter sliced up last week. How they found the cabin is anyone's guess, though.

Deb walks purposefully into Lundy's office and tells him she has to head upstairs to deal with the Angel thing, but she wanted to see if they were on for lunch. "Doubtful," says Lundy. "I've got to write up a status report for Deputy Director Adams." "Why'd they send that dip-shit?" "Washington gets nervous when there's no movement on a case, especially one as big as this." "No movement? You're the reason they found the blood-slides in Doakes's car." "I'm also the one who let him get away." "We all let him get away." "I was in charge." Lundy keeps talking shit about himself and making himself feel bad, but Deb tells him to "stop it." "Stop what?" "Acting like me. You're a god. Don't you forget it." Aw, that was nice. But, "a god"? Really? Really?