Later, at the clubhouse, Syl and Rita join Miguel and Dexter for lunch. They had been at the spa. Do they not have other friends? They hang around an awful lot. I guess it's that couples have to hang with couples thing. Miguel says massages and facials and whatnot are not for men. Dex agrees -- lying naked on a table is not for him. Sure, but you have a different context. Is he drinking a tequila sunrise? How festive. Syl has a great idea -- she will list Rita's house so they can buy a new place. Uh oh. Ambush. Dex says he has been thinking he might keep his place. Oh, wow. That's not going to go over well. I can't imagine a time that has ever worked for anyone. He says he'll sublet though. I still think that's not going to work. Rita says they will need a bigger home and Syl agrees. Rita looks really intense right now. You'd think someone as demure as her would have waited to have this conversation alone. Of course, how could she have known Dex would want to keep a pied-a-terre across town. Dex VO's that this is like Custer's last stand. Safety Deposit Box, Dexter. Remember those words. Syl and Rita go get crepes and Miguel apologizes for Syl's real estate aggression. Dex says that he didn't think he'd have to give up his place so quickly. Really? The Dark Passenger must not require sharing.
Later, Dex is walking along the path inside his apartment complex to his apartment. He names all of the things he loves about the place, not the least of which is the "no children allowed" sign. Are those times gone forever? Inside, he looks up Ethan Turner, Miguel's free killer. He needs to check that he meets the Code. Then, he imagines movers taking away his stuff. Harry is there and tells the movers to leave a lamp -- it's not Rita's style. Dexter says it's his style, but no matter. Marriage is 50/50 and I guess Dexter killing people takes up the entire 50 of Rita's compromise. Seems like she should at least get to pick out the lamps. Harry says that what's Dex's is Rita's. He pulls the slides from the A/C and says that Dex better hope she doesn't insist on central air. I repeat, Safety Deposit Box. Done with his fantasy time, Dexter prints out pictures of Ethan.
Anton and Deb are talking to each other on their cell phones. She says they've had a lot of secret meetings with "bumkis" to show for it. He corrects her. It's "bupkis," of Yiddish origin. Look who is the big linguistic brain on the phone! Deb, who thankfully doesn't live in Las Vegas or her skills in vice would have to be put to practical use, bets a million dollars that she's right. Then, we see that they're in cars next to each other. She tells him to split, before they get made. He says it's cute that she's trying to protect him, but now it's her turn to correct him. She's trying to protect the investigation. I don't mean to harp on it, but these two really are the most exciting part of the show for me right now.