OH MY GOD, DEXTER, TAKE A NAP! That's what I felt like screaming throughout this entire episode. Anyway, so in the aftermath of the car crash, Dexter may or may not have a concussion, not like he sticks around the hospital long enough to find out. Not having slept at all, he spends the entirety of the next day frantically searching for his bags full of Benny Gomez (they weren't in the trunk of the car after the crash), getting called in to work, hallucinating about Harry, and generally getting more irritable (he blows up at a contrite Quinn, for example). He simply has no memory of what he did with Gomez's remains, and he seems to be falling apart trying to remember, until he realizes that the warm glowing warming glow surrounding Ghost Harry, as of late, has been a big fat hint from his own subconscious telling him he stuffed Gomez into the heavy bag dangling over the boxing ring. Crisis averted.
Meanwhile, Lundy offers Deb help on the bathtub murder case. Which is also the Trinity case, though by the time Deb realizes that he's not (explicitly anyway) looking for closure on their relationship, she's already worked herself up into a tizzy. They haul in the guy who went to jail for the bathtub murder 30 years prior and realize he wasn't the guy either time. So. You know. Sorry for all the jail time. As for Trinity himself, he sizes up his next victim -- a nice lady with a dog and yada yada yada, he hasn't killed her yet.
LaGuerta and Angel's relationship gets strained when pressure from the mayor's office means LaGuerta takes lead on the Vacation Murders investigation. They consider taking a break, to ease things up at work, but instead, they opt to get all sexy in each other's faces, in full view of Masuka (who, obviously, doesn't even fully get it). Meanwhile, Quinn is banging that plucky reporter, which may (HA!) spell trouble down the road.
Previously on Dexter ... the whole last episode, pretty much. Here are the salient points: Dexter wasn't getting any sleep because new baby + real job + killing job = poppers and coffee where your pillow used to be. He screwed up a court case and thus tracked the perp, Benito Gomez, dragged him to an abandoned boxing ring and killed him. But he was too busy/exhausted to properly dispose of the remains, and then on the drive home he ran off the road and flipped his car.
Dexter wakes up from what has to be described as a brief and not at all restful sleep to find himself upside down in his minivan. The rescue crew drags him out and puts him on a stretcher. While the EMTs question him to determine if he's still with it, Dexter can only remember the crash -- and the bags full of body parts he hadn't yet disposed of. He keeps spacily repeating "Benny..." and trying to get to his car. A strapping young police officer makes his way to the ambulance as Dex starts shitting a brick. "We found something in your car," he says. "A bag." Dexter keeps trying to rise from the gurney like a zombie, but the paramedics keep him down. Lucky for him, then, that this bag is merely the prescription he picked up for Harrison. No body parts in there! Probably. He asks the EMT where his van is going, but she doesn't know. Dexter's VO continues to panic over what happens when they find what's in the trunk.
At the hospital, the doctor checks Dexter's pupils and asks the usual questions. He's got a concussion, doc says. Dex can't remember the accident or even getting in the car. And as much as Dexter lies about everything, this appears to be true. Dexter says he just needs a good night's sleep (another truth!) but naturally, because it's a concussion, the doctor says he needs to stay awake for at least 12 hours. He also wants to keep Dexter in the hospital overnight for observation, but Dex nixes that idea immediately, lying that his wife is a nurse. The doctor won't take that for an answer, but when Rita shows up all shaken and worried, Dexter hightails it out of there.
Back at home, Dexter's VO stresses that no matter what it takes, he can't fall asleep. Not because of the concussion, see, but because if anybody finds Gomez's remains, it's lethal injection time. He deflects Rita's suggestion that he take a personal day, then flinches like crazy when Cody comes crashing into him for a hug. Still sore, though he brushes the crash off as a mere fender-bender. As he heads out the door for work, his voice-over begs for a slow day at work where nobody gets killed and he has plenty of time to look for the criminal he cut into many pieces last night.