"Lila?" he calls out, entering the loft. Nobody answers, so he walks in and looks around. He spies the huge painting of his face, and looks a little creeped out by it. He hears a door open in the hallway, and hides behind one of Lila's big drapes after putting his murder bag on the floor. She walks into the space, and Dexter quietly pulls out his syringe, prepping it to plunge into her neck. Quickly, he lurches out and grabs her, but it's actually Deb! "What the fuck!" she says, and Dexter backs off. "Dex?" Deb pants, wondering what the hell is going on. "What are you doing here?" Dex asks her. "I came to make sure Lila left town." "Yeah, me too," he stumbles, putting the syringe in his pocket. Deb asks if he was planning to wrestle her, and shoves him just as Lila enters. "The door was open," Dex explains, careful not to give away too much. "I just stepped out to buy some snacks for the road trip," says Lila with a smile. Deb looks at Dexter, because the way Lila said that made it seem as though Dexter is familiar with her plans. "Come to say goodbye?" Lila asks Deb, holding out her hand as if to make peace and say farewell. Deb scoffs and says, "Actually, we came to make sure that you cleared out." Lila throws a salty glance at Dexter. "Now that we see you're on your way, we're good to go. Have a nice fuckin' life!" Lila, now understanding what's going on, spies Dexter's bag lying on the floor. "You're not coming with me, then?" she asks him. "Oh, my God!" says Deb, obviously missing what's really going on. "What did you do to make her so pathetically crazy for you?" she asks Dex. "Does your dick dance?" Ew, dude, that's your brother. Gross. Lila grabs Dexter's murder bag, and says, "I'd better be on my way, then." "Um, I think that's my bag. I must have left it last time I was here," says Dex. "No, I'm pretty sure it's mine," says Lila. "I can open it up for you, if you like, so you can check for yourself." "My mistake," he says, feeling Deb's curious stare. Lila leaves after saying goodbye, and Deb makes sure to get one last jab in: "Have a nice flight! Don't forget your broom!" Yeah, like, ha ha, Deb.
Now in the car, Dexter frantically calls Lila and leaves a message: "Lila, where are you? I'm ready to hit the road! Hope you're not mad about that thing with Deb. I had to lie; I don't want her know we're running off together. Call me right away! I miss you!" Yeah, I think it's too late, dude. She's a crazy bitch, but she's not stupid.