Outside, LaGuerta asks Deb is she found anything out. "I talked to the guests in room 105, but they didn't see anyone go in or out." After she says this, she spies Dexter coming out through the front doors, now covered in blood. He looks half-awake like a zombie. Deb runs over to him and asks if he's alright. "I'm just a little queasy, I should never have skipped breakfast." "Bullshit, you're shaking! What the hell happened up there?" "I'm fine, I just need a little air." "Something finally got to you," says Doakes. "I guess you're human after all." LaGuerta wants to know what he saw. "How many dead?" she asks. "A lot, but no bodies, just blood. Maybe fifty, sixty liters. Maybe half a dozen dead, I don't know." LaGuerta asks, "You're saying there was a mass-murder up there, but they took the bodies?" "How's that possible?" chimes in Doakes. "There's one elevator, emergency stairs with alarms. Someone would have seen corpses coming out!" "I don't fucking know," says Dexter. Dexter tells them he can't go back in there. "Fine, just work from the hallway or something," says Doakes. Dexter goes to get cleaned up.
After checking in some guests, Rita is approached by a guy from the Dade County Sheriff's Department. "Did you find Paul?" she asks. "I'm sorry?" "Paul Bennet. My ex-husband attacked me last night, and my boyfriend filed a police report." Apparently, FOP filed a report as well, saying that Rita attacked him. "Can we talk about this later?" she asks. The guy shakes his head no. "We need a formal statement. I'm afraid you're going to have come with us right now down to the station." Dude, lame. Rita says "fine."
Back at the crime scene, Masuka's taking charge, telling people what to do. He calls out to Dexter, who's sitting in the hall: "You should really get in here, Dex. I've never seen anything like this!" "Wait 'til you've seen a few more Colombian drug busts!" Masuka tell Dexter about the "misting up the walls, on the ceiling...but no tissue. Come see!" "Photos, Vince!" Also, it seems that the blood isn't clotting. Dexter says he'll test it at the lab, and then gets a call from Rita. She's pissed that she's stuck dealing with this FOP fiasco, and Dex tells her to calm down and that he'll find her a lawyer to help clean this mess up. "I am calm. They're the hysterical ones. They're charging me with a Class 2 felony." That's fucked up, because a Class 2 felony in Florida is punishable by up to seven years, with a mandatory sentence of three years. Rita's freaking out: "I could lose my job, I could lose my kids --" "I won't let that happen," Dexter comforts. "Look, I have to go because I'm at a crime scene, but I'll call my lawyer friend right away. You okay?" "Yeah, I'm okay." They hang up. Dexter calls out to Masuka, telling him to look for a wall socket in the room. Masuka looks around, and finds a void on one of the wall sockets by the entrance to the room. "Hey, you're right! He must have had something plugged in here. Probably a power tool to cut them up. Come take a look!" "Photos, Vince." Yeah, Vince. He clearly doesn't feel like being in there.