Deb and Lundy are at the Tribune, where Lundy is promising some high-ups that he'll drop the injunction, "which will save us days of courtroom arguments and a boatload of legal fees," if they can agree to some "simple ground rules" on how they will go about publishing the manifesto.
Once outside, Deb is gushing at how well Lundy handled the situation. Apparently, he was able to convince the Tribune that they shouldn't publish the victim's names, and that they should run it on page three. "No sense hyping it. It might just inspire the killer to greater heights," he says. Deb drags him over to a bench by the water, saying, "It's quiet here. Peaceful. It's a good spot." "For what?" "It's one o'clock!" He checks his watch, and says, "So it is." Time for lunch. Mmmmm, lunch. "I thought you didn't like the quiet, Morgan." "I didn't. I don't. When I'm alone and it's quiet, I get scared...shitless. Like, I start hearing what's really going on inside." "I see," he says with a smile. "So, if it's all the same to you, maybe I can just practice when you're around." "Okay." "Because, when you're around I kind of feel like I can deal with anything, you know? Like, what happened to me? I don't have to run from it, I don't have to jump into bed with some guy and hide there. You give me strength." Lundy looks ahead as though what she's saying is making him kind of sad, and I get the feeling he's thinking about his deceased wife. "I'm kind of opening up, here," says Deb, looking for a reaction. "What do you want me to say?" "I don't know. You're the fucking Zen master, figure it out!" After a moment, he squares off with her and says, "Morgan, I've got plaque in my arteries. I know the lyrics to elevator music. My hair isn't getting any thicker --" Deb cuts him off with a spontaneous kiss, and I think it's actually rather sweet. Obviously, there are some unrequited father issues going on here, but that's okay. It's about a million times more okay than Dexter and Lila, I know that much. Lundy kisses her back, no tongue, thank God. They pull apart, and he smiles and strokes her face tenderly, and they wordlessly tuck into their sandwiches. That was a sweet scene, and there hasn't been one like it in a while on this show.