Rita's asleep, and Mama opens the curtains to get her up. "Come on, let's go! No more moping." Here's another one I could do without. "I'm not moping, I'm sleeping." "Oversleeping. Third time this week! The only way you're going to get over Dexter is if you take charge of your day." Okay, that's fair. Mama reminds Rita that she's not in high school anymore, and does her best to motivate her out of bed with the promise of oatmeal. Rita looks bummed, and I can't blame her. I mean, I feel like she's been a bit of a chore this season, but she's definitely preferable to Lila, that's for sure.
Dexter prepares some breakfast as Deb comes out, wiping the sleep from her eyes. "Didn't hear you come in last night," she says. "It was late. I was quiet." "Yeah, you're good at quiet. Guess you kind of have to be with me crashing here and Rita's mom over there. You and Rita fuck quiet, too?" Um, you're gross, Deb. That's your brother. "And she's off! Right out of the gate." Deb doesn't let it go, and discusses how she and Gabe "wake the goddamn dead." Great, dude. Is Dex sending any signals that he really wants to talk about this? No. "What kind of noises does Rita make?" Jesus, Deb! What are you, Masuka? I don't think Lundy would appreciate this kind of talk. Dexter doesn't, that's certain: "Can we not talk about sex? Or Rita?" "Why?" "We broke up. For real. It's over." Deb doesn't buy it: "You and Rita are forever. Just say you're sorry and send some fucking flowers!" "You're not hearing me." Deb says that when it all blows over, she'll spend some time at Gabe's and Dex can bang Rita at a volume he feels is suitable. What's with the obsession with copulatory amplitude, Deb? God.
Dex arrives at the station, and is instantly accosted by Angel. "The Miami Tribune received a 32-page manifesto in the mail. It's looking good for the Bay Harbor Butcher." "I've heard that before." Angel insists that it seems legit, because the manifesto "includes the names of three victims we never released to the press." "Wow, that is big news," says Dex with a slight smile. Angel's psyched, because Lundy put him in charge of the team that's going to investigate the matter. Dexter gives him a pat on the back as he heads out, and VOs, "[I'm psyched] too. I'm about to be published. I sent that manifesto to the Tribune. Guess I've been taking some clues from Lila lately." Like that's a good thing? Way to put yourself right in harm's way, dude. "Not just in bed." Gross. "I'm tired of reacting to the moves of Agent Lundy and his super-posse. Time to control their actions for a change." Yeah, we'll see about that. Not so sure I buy it.