Dude, here's FOP again, at the playground, greeting Cody as a "rock star." Rita looks around for the supervisor, and doesn't see her. "She called on my cell and had to cancel," FOP explains, and then asks, "Who wants to play monster tag?" The kids, of course, totally want to and start running around the playground. "Paul, you know you can't be with the kids unsupervised," says Rita. Am I the only one who wants -- nay, needs -- this situation to be resolved already? I feel like it's kind of going around in circles. FOP, predictably, manipulates Rita into agreeing that it would be okay, just this once, if they hang out with the kids together. Rita says she'll cancel her lunch date with Dexter, and FOP says, "It's official. I'm nominating you for mom of the year!" What an asshole. Rita watches as FOP plays with the kids, and looks guarded.
"Despite what Dr. Meridian thinks, I don't always keep people at a distance," Dexter VOs as he checks his Craig's List responses. The one he sees says, "Hey, Barbie. How'd you like to suck my cock?" "Clearly, nobody here is my missing partner in crime." Masuka comes in, and Dexter switches to a screen saver. "You were looking for me?" "What did forensics come back with on Vanessa Gayle?" asks Dex. "Gunpowder on her hand, none on her husband's. High-angle trajectory, drugs in the tox screen. All points to suicide." "No chance it was murder?" "Too bad, huh? I had the husband pegged, too. Was hoping he could help me score my own sugar mama." Dexter suggests Craig's List. "Already did," says Masuka. "Nothin' but cat ladies and saggy tits." Hmm, wow. Dexter VOs that he's still not convinced it was a suicide. "Maybe my new therapist can shed some light on my doubts."
Back with Meridian, who comments that Dex...er, "Sean" looks "on edge today." "I'm not getting what I came here for," says Dexter. "What'd you come here for? We established in our last visit that it wasn't to talk about suicide." "Or feelings." "Heaven forbid! So what do you want to talk about?" "Fakes. People who pass themselves off as something they're not." "Like a pre-owned car salesman?" "Brave politician." "Jew for Jesus?" "A wolf in sheep's clothing," says Dex, looking intensely at Meridian, who asks Dex if that's how he feels. "Like you're hiding a dark secret?" After spying a hidden camera in one of Meridian's plants, Dexter says he's not referring to himself, but rather to Meridian himself. "That's a common first-time reaction to therapy. You think I can't care about you, that I'm only pretending to care because I have another motive." "Bingo," Dexter replies pointedly. Meridian says that just because he gets paid to be a therapist doesn't mean he can't care for his patients, or enjoy his job, and asks, "How are things at your job?" Dexter confesses that things are frustrating. "Most people can't stand blood," Meridian offers. "I hate it," says Dexter. "Then, categorizing and analyzing it must be very soothing for you." "It is, actually," says Dexter, kicking back and smiling for a change. "How are things with your girlfriend?" "She cancelled lunch with me to be with her ex-husband." "Ouch." Yeah, really. "Sounds like a lot of things are out of your control right now. No wonder you cut yourself off from your emotions. That way, you never have to feel powerless." "So, then, what should I do?" asks Dexter earnestly. "Accept that certain things are out of your hands. Let go."