Dexter's on his way back to the junkyard, VOing, "Nothing lasts forever. Just ask a Ford Pinto." Fair enough. And, heh. "Eventually most serial killers get caught. There's really not much of a retirement plan." He's back at the Mercedes now, trying to establish what the kid could or could not see through that tiny hole. In the dark. Come on, Dexter, it's only the sixth episode of the season. Do you really think they'd put you in the shit now? Be reasonable. "It can't end like this. It's too soon." I'm sayin'! Maybe, maybe the season finale, but not sooner. "I'm not ready." Neither are the producers, trust me. Dexter crawls into the trunk, and realizes that he has a perfect view of all the spots where his shenanigans took place. "He saw me." Pissed off, and now out of the trunk, he kicks a hubcap in frustration.
Now it's nighttime, and Doakes is in the car with Deb. He pulls over and cuts the engine. "What's this?" asks Deb. "You've been askin' who's been callin'. My mom lives here." "You forget your laundry?" says Deb, holding back giggles. Doakes says that she's been on him to stop by for dinner, "so I'm stoppin' by. Now, here's the plan: we go in, we eat, we out before the cheesecake." "I'm what, you're exit strategy?" "You can sit out here, giving me an even better excuse to leave, or you can come get some free food. Now, come on." Doakes gets out as Deb lets out a frustrated sigh, which...really? Just go eat some fucking dinner! Is that really so bad? Jesus H. Carpenter. Doakes jumps back after looking through the house's window. "Shit, my sisters are here too." After sharing a glance, Deb says, "Fuckin' family reunion!" Shut up, Deb.