At Rita's, Dexter is sitting at the dinner table, staring at FND's shoe. Damn that shoe! Well, it's really more of a slip-on boot, but I'm not one to pick nits. "You wanted to see me about a shoe?" "It's Paul's shoe," says a somber Rita. I gotta say, I'm gettin' pretty tired of this Rita. I miss the damaged, yet slightly adventurous, Rita of yesteryear. Whatever. Dexter says, "Oh, okay," and he does so in such a way that implies, "Rita, I understand. You're still kind of caught up on this whole 'Paul dying' thing, so I'll just go along with this." It really speaks not only to how good Dexter is at acting a certain way in order to save his own hide, but how Michael C. Hall understands the depths his character has to go to in order to save face. It's really rad. He's such a good actor. "What do we do with it?" he asks, as if half-expecting to have another funeral for the shoe. Rita explains FND's assertion that Dexter was responsible for him being in prison. "Sounds like one of his stories, huh?" says Dex, looking at her like she's crazy for believing it. "He asked me to look for his shoe, and I did." "Maybe --" "No, let me finish, Dexter. I didn't have a lot to hope for until I met you. You gave me something to believe in when I didn't even believe in myself. Maybe I was so desperate that I looked the other way. Paul begged me to help him, and what did I do? I hung up on him, and he was so upset he got into a prison fight and he was beaten to death with a pipe." Dexter tells her it's not her fault, but she thinks part of it is, and she's right. "Part of me believes that with all of Paul's flaws, he paid the price for my dreams. Did you attack him, Dexter? I'd understand if you did; he attacked me." Dexter admits that he attacked FND to protect Rita and the kids. "It was totally an act of impulse." Rita looks relieved: "Okay. Okay. Where did you get the drugs?" "Stolen from the evidence locker." Rita stands up, and points out that if it was an act of impulse, Dexter would have had no reason to have the drugs. "What are you trying to say? That you planned on acting on impulse?" Oh, snap! "It's all kind of jumbled now --" "How did you know how to cook the heroin? How did you know what dose to give a big guy like Paul?" "Um, I don't know. I'm a fucking scientist? I've read enough fucking tox reports to know how much heroin will or will not kill a fucking guy, no matter how big? What's with the fucking inquisition?" Alas, that's not what he says. He actually says nothing; he just looks at her unbelievingly for what seems like a full minute. I also don't understand why he can't just say that he stopped by the station to hit up the evidence locker while FND was in the trunk. Also, regarding cooking the heroin, it's not like he's never seen a fucking movie. I mean, I've never cooked heroin, but it doesn't look that hard. You get your shit, put it in a spoon until it melts, suck it up in a syringe, and presto! Right? You know what? I'm probably wrong. Don't email me, you wacky addicts.
Anyway, Rita says, "Oh my God, why didn't I see this? They were your drugs. Now it makes sense." Dexter looks both terrified and relieved. "That's where you disappear to at all hours of the night like Clark fucking Kent." Actually, I'm pretty sure Superman doesn't really do drugs, although I'm sure he could and he wouldn't feel anything, because he's awesome! "Look," says Rita, laying down the law, "if there is anything left between us, you will answer this one question, and you will tell me the truth: are you an addict?" Dexter takes his time, slowly realizing that, while not ideal, this confession could tie up this loose end easier than if he confessed to being a killer. "Yes, I have an addiction." Rita cries a little, and tells Dexter that they're going to get him the help he needs, and that she'll be there every step of the way. Jesus. The poor guy doesn't wear enough masks, now he has to wear an addict mask, too? What a life.