Previously: Masuka had a "big break" in the BHB case: algae. On rocks. From the body bags. October 3, 1973 was an important day, because that's the day Laura Moser, Dexter's bio-mom, got chopped to bits in a drug deal gone bad. Dexter met Rita's mother, who expressed her belief that he was hiding something, but not to Dexter, of course. Doakes blasted some ex-special-ops guy after he killed his wife and refused to come downtown. Deb took home her boxing buddy, and boinked him after tying him up to the headboard. Dexter pointed out Lila (new spelling, y'all! Thanks, IMDb!) to Rita, who instantly hated her for how hot she was. Lila took Dexter on a soul-searching adventure, and Dexter showed her his work. "This woman sees me. She doesn't know it, but she's looking behind the mask and she's not turning away."

Dexter's on line at a coffee shop, VOing, "Most people hate long lines. The bank, grocery store, coffee bar. Not me." He looks around at the other patrons, some of whom are reading the paper with BHB headlines. The woman in front of him shifts forward, and the guy behind Dexter says, "Buddy, you mind?" implying that he'd like Dexter to take a step forward. "Want a real glimpse of human nature? Stand in the way of someone's mocha latté. It also reminds me that the good people of Miami and I aren't so different. They have no more idea of what I am than I do." A couple of guys are discussing Dexter's work. "All I'm saying is these guys had it coming." "So what, just chop them all up?" "As far as I'm concerned, whoever's doing this shit deserves a goddamned medal." Dexter has a "whaddya know?" look on his face as the woman at the counter realizes she doesn't have enough cash to pay for her stuff. Dexter insists that he's got it covered, and the woman thanks him. "You're a godsend." Oh, brother. He just smiles.

Dexter takes two café con leches out to the veranda, where Deb is sitting. She takes a sip and says, "Oh, sweet Mary mother of fuck, that's good," and something about the way she says it really rubs me the wrong way. Dexter observes that she's been working a lot recently: "Burning the midnight oil with the task force?" "Hardly. Until we get the report back on the algae, it's just one big reach-around." "The rocks I used to submerge my victims may eventually sink me, too," he VOs. "But if I'm learning anything in recovery, it's one day at a time." He watches another woman pass by holding a paper with his victims on the cover. "Bay Harbor Butcher," says Deb. "Gimme one shot, I'll put a bullet in the fucker's head." Yeah, okay. "You really feel that way?" asks Dex. "He's killing people, Dex," she replies, as if there's no other answer. "If Dad taught us one thing, it's the value of human life." "Yeah, but I think we had different homework assignments," he VOs. Heh, true. Dex's phone rings, and it's dispatch. "See you tonight?" he asks, and Deb says she might be staying at Gabe's. Dex thought they were taking it slow, and Deb confirms that they are: "No sex, just cuddling." Dexter makes fun of her, and she threatens him with her "scalding hot beverage," so he takes off.