Deb enters her office to discover that the therapist she's been dodging has taken it upon herself to come see her; don't know how realistic that is, but if more therapists shared her initiative the world would probably be a healthier place. The woman asks Deb some questions about the shooting, and Deb's all, it was great, why wouldn't I love shooting at people, I'd shoot him again right now if I could. However, she does admit that everything that's happened since has been tough for her -- the promotion and its attendant baggage, the Doomsday Killer, the end of her relationship meaning no personal space for her. The therapist is all, I hope this isn't insultingly simple, but maybe you should get your own place, moron? Of course she says it much more nicely than that, but, like, hello, Deb? Is this thing on?
Of course, I don't know how the therapist would feel about Deb moving into Casa Murder-Suicide, but at least she's taken Anderson along for the ride so he can introduce her to the landlord. After a quick mention from Anderson that he's married, to which Deb reflexively looks most understandably disappointed, Deb introduces herself, and they head inside; as they do, Deb says she's interested in renting the place. As much of a pain to her as Anderson seems to like being, he rather enjoyably plays things up here, talking in exaggerated tones about how the floors are just a mess -- the toxic damage probably means replacing them will be a necessity. He continues bullshitting about blood-borne antigens and whatever to distract the guy from the fact that Deb's practically measuring for new window treatments, and I'm not sure I'd buy Anderson going to this much trouble for Deb except for the part where I think he's just being petty because he doesn't like the landlord. I knew this character was doing it for me. He puts a "friendly" arm around the landlord and silkily tells him that it's going to be quite a job renting the place, what with his legal obligation to disclose the fact that murder took place on the premises. Deb pipes up that she, however, already knows about it, and is willing to offer two-thirds of the current rent right now. The guy makes the deal respectable for himself -- three-quarters of the rent, two-year lease, and she cleans the place up herself -- and she's happy to accept. She might have bargained a little harder, but it probably wasn't worth risking another fight with Jamie. Deb and the landlord practically have to lean over the huge bloodstain on the floor to shake hands, and then they all get out of there before anyone can think about the fact that she's going to be living in a MURDER HOUSE. I'd ask if these people watch current fare like American Horror Story, but given that Dexter tried to pass off "Worst. [Whatever]. Ever." as fresh, I don't feel the need to bother.