Poor, poor Yelina. She's sitting on the beach as Rita described earlier, and Rita's coming to join her, because she's a sweetheart and feels bad. They share a little moment where Rita shakes her head questioningly, and Yelina turns her face back to the ocean, which is answer enough. Rita sits on the sand a few feet from Yelina, and they sit in silence.
Now nighttime, Dexter's back in Castillo's junkyard, having jumped the fence. "I don't understand America's obsession with cars," he VOs. As he passes one of those old, rounded, tin-looking car trailers, he continues, "I can just imagine squeezing Rita and the kids into this thing. Hitting the open road: cramped quarters, public bathrooms, hours of nothing but conversation. Someone's American dream, my nightmare." The music in the score gets creepier and creepier as Dex works his way back to the shipping container he saw earlier, behind which is a large garage that he opens to explore. Inside is a troubling scene: filthy mattresses covered in sick and blood; buckets that have served as toilets; abandoned clothing, including a child's sneaker. "This must be where Castillo locks them up, but if he's killing them when they can't pay, he's not doing it here. So, where are they?" Good question. I have a feeling your investigative prowess will provide us with an answer in no time.
The next morning at the beach, a jogging couple come across a floating body on the shore. The girl screams a lot, and I probably would, too, because that thing looks foul, and nobody likes to think that they could one day look like that. Ugh.
Dexter, now in the lab, gets a call from Gerard, the immigration officer, who tells him about the floater, and that it "might be a match for your maid's fiance." "She's a maid, she's not my..." he begins. "Is it alright if I bring her down?" "The sooner the better." They hang up, and Angel is there out of nowhere. "Tonight, at The Salsa Room. You gotta help me celebrate my pay grade bump." After an awkward secret handshake that Dexter doesn't know, he tells Angel, "Actually, I have a personal project I'm working on tonight." "No, dog, I'm buying." Before Dexter can respond, LaGuerta's got Angel's attention, hoping he has a list of prioritized witnesses. "I'm working on it." "Well, how about you stop talking and earn your bump?" After she leaves, Angel turns back to Dexter: "Don't leave me hanging tonight, bro." Dexter VOs, "I wonder what I did to make him think we're so close. I wonder if it'd work on Rita."