Outside, Battorney Montero tells Chin that the jury loved Horatio and that he saw Chin see the jury love Horatio. Hey, I love Horatio: does that count? Chin admits, "Yeah, he was...theatrical." Battorney Montero advises Chin to cut a deal. Chin scoffs that Battorney is new to the law. Battorney Montero: "Well, I may be new with the law, Mr. Chin, but I did real well for a while in politics because I can read people. I know what they like. And they liked him. And they didn't like you." Chin says he's not running for Congress. "Lose a case that blows gaping holes in fifteen years of federal policy on cloning -- what are you running for? Ex-U.S. Attorney?" Battorney Montero asks. Chin wants to know who said he's going to lose. "If you win, the kid dies. This case hasn't been in the news much...yet. If you win, you lose. If you lose, you lose. Cut a deal." Battorney Montero leaves Chin to think about what color silk he wants for the reception tables.You know, this episode has had a lot of people fighting Horatio's battles for him.
Funeral. Lots of pink-lit, poster-sized pictures of Kevyn and the band surround a casket. The minister eulogizes as Khanita sneaks into a pew next to Darwin, behind the two remaining Backstreet Fogies. After she asks why they're there, Darwin tells Khanita that he's still trying to find a way to save the tour: "We could be their legal representation -- look at this crowd." Darwin taps one of the Backstreet Fogies: "Hey, Jake." "I'm Vincent," Vincent says. "Hey, Vincent, can't you and Jake revive the band?" Vincent asks how, since Kevyn and T.J. were the stars. The minister summons Jake and Vincent. The two Backstreet Fogies go up and announce that they can't do the reunion tour anymore, but that they're going to honor Kevyn the best way they know how. Darwin pssts T.J. to go up and join them. T.J. waves him off bashfully. Bad music plays, and the Backstreet Fogies dance. And prance. And sing. It's just so very bad. Of course, the audience doesn't think so, as they get into the grove. Darwin continues to bug T.J. Even the minister is jiving. It's really, really weird. Finally, after Vincent (or Jake) points at him, T.J. dances his old-man way up the aisle and starts singing. Badly. On stage, T.J. pauses briefly and whirls around as they all rock their bent arms out and sing. "I love yooooou!" Did they all become eunuchs to keep their voices that high? It must have been in the fine print. The members of the congregation get to their feet. Most of them are middle-aged women who haven't taken telomerase suppressors. As the Backstreet Fogies dance down, T.J. breakdances briefly and jumps up to do the two-finger (à la Pulp Fiction) point at the audience. Khanita is amazed. "I think we have a winner," Darwin smugs. Although captions say, "I think we have a reunion."