Now, Deb and Doakes are back at Angel of Mercy, looking for lozenge wrappers, I presume. They find a rat's nest and call Masuka over. As he looks it over, he notices large amounts of the bed sheet make up the nest, and Doakes and Deb are hovering right over him. "Who had garlic for lunch?" he quips, and Deb retorts, "I'm gonna punch you in the neck!" which is one of my favorite sayings. Lo and behold, Masuka pulls a lozenge wrapper out with his tongs, saying, "Actually, I think you're gonna french me." And that? Was awesome. I hope they can get some prints off of that damn wrapper...
Meanwhile, Dexter is back at the lab, checking on the phone number for the cell he took from Castillo's boat. "I like being right," he VOs, clearly satisfied that he's got his man. "I usually am about these things." He begins packing his eyedroppers, and other supplies for the fun that's ahead. "Be prepared. That's my motto. The Boy Scouts and I have that in common. Of course, there's no merit badge for tonight's outing." That's probably true. He hears a noise from the next room, and heads over to see what's what.
A bunch of cops are standing around Masuka as he processes the wrapper. Angel fills him in on what's happening. "A lozenge wrapper?" asks Dex. Angel says, "Hey, after two months of finding fuck all on this case, a lozenge wrapper is the damn Holy Grail." Hey, can everyone just chime in and say the word "lozenge" one more time? It's definitely one of those words that takes on a life of it's own when you hear it so many times in a row. "My favorite serial killer is a lozenge-eater," remarks Dex's brain. "How human of him." Masuka says he's got a partial print, and Deb rejoices. "Proud of you, sis," Dexter projects across the room, and turns to leave. "It's a celebration, here, where are you going?" Deb asks. Dexter: "Crime scene." As he leaves, LaGuerta comes over and wonders what the hubbub is all about. When Deb explains it to her, even LaGuerta can't find anything bitchy to say, because the excitement is thick in the air. After going over a couple procedural details, she goes back to her office, and Doakes compliments Deb on her police work. Deb beams.
Castillo's got a pistol, and as he opens the back of the big white van he keeps it raised to frighten the already panicked immigrants who are now slowly exiting. He barks at them as he ushers them into his garage-cum-holding-bay. Once they're all in, he locks the gigantic door behind them. What a pig. As soon as the door lever clicks home, he turns around and finds a lit candle sitting about 5 yards away. When he gets to it, he realizes there is a whole path of candles, leading him into the dark, which, never having seen a horror movie, he follows like the jackass that he his. Eventually, the path leads to the same trailer I mentioned previously, and Castillo opens the door. The pictures of his victims that Dex took are taped to the walls, lit by even more candles. Castillo, not noticing the plastic wrap surrounding him, reels from the pictures and what they mean. Slowly, quietly, Dexter creeps up and shoves some paralytic into his veins, whispering, "God bless America." As soon as Castillo's down and out, however, a car pulls into the junkyard, and Dexter ducks.