Dexter stands on the porch for a while, basking in the moonlight. After a minute, he grabs his phone and makes a call to Deb. "What?" she answers saltily. "Hey, Deb, it's me. What are you doing tonight?" "I'm about to get off work, why?" "I've got some papers I need you to sign." Confused, she asks him what kind of papers. "I'll explain when I see you." Deb mentions that she's going out for drinks with Angel and Masuka, and that Dexter should come out and bring the papers with him. Dex asks how Angel's holding up. "How do you think he's doing? This is all your fault, you know, if you hadn't fucked Elvira..." "I'm not the best brother, am I?" "Dexter, are you smoking something?" asks Deb, having noticed Dexter's odd tone. "No. I've always been curious to try, do you have any? Weed?" "Okay, now I'm really worried." "There's no need to worry. I'll bring by the papers tomorrow. Bye, Deb." Dex hangs up and VOs, "It's strange; this should be difficult, but a sense of peace is settling over me. Calm. Maybe it's the moonlight."
At the station, Matthews is walking with Adams, and LaGuerta asks him for a moment. "Tom, I need a personal day." He hopes that she's joking, but she assures him she's not: "Just one day. I think I can prove that James is innocent." After she mentions some leads in Haiti, Matthews stops her: "Jesus Christ, Maria, we are in the middle of a manhunt! You're down two detectives, and now you want time off? The answer's no, the department can't spare you, right now." "This wasn't a request, Tom. I won't be here, tomorrow. I just wanted you to know that." Hmph. Wonder where this is heading.