And now, we're back at Horatio. He's saying, "Jeffrey, you lied to me about the last time you saw Lisa. You saw her just three days ago, didn't you?" Jeffrey? Who's...okay, we're at the fifty-three minute mark, and I'm going to assume that this man's full name is Jeffrey Douglas, and he's in here despite Horatio having nothing in the way of evidence to charge him with anything. Jeffrey -- who has lawyered up -- says nothing. Horatio continues, "Did you know that she had family who thought she was still alive, Jeffrey? I was forced to tell them she was dead." Don't let the tone fool you, Jeffrey -- Horatio loved every minute of it. The lawyer earns her fee by asking, "Do you have anything more than your opinion and my client's itinerary to hold him on?" As they prepare to leave, Horatio asks, "You mean, like his DNA? Jeffrey is the baby's father, so sit down." I love how he assumes that Lisa wasn't seeing anyone else, or that Jeffrey's even aware of paternity. Hell, we don't even know if Lisa was aware that she was pregnant. Horatio demonstrates that he, like the Bush administration, thinks life begins at conception: "See, I think this is about the baby, and you didn't want the baby to cramp your style so you force-fed Lisa Marie enough Demerol to kill her. Am I close?" No. You're working on a lot of assumptions: show a prescription tying Jeffrey to any amount of Demerol, show receipts indicating that Jeffrey had any transactions that would indicate the presence of a second person, show anything that signifies motive or intent. The lawyer goes to usher her client out, and Horatio pulls his trump card: "Before you go, I wanted to show you a photograph. Take a look at that. Do you know who that is? That's your daughter. This is what she would have looked like on her second birthday had you not killed her and her mother." And had she actually existed as a biologically independent entity. Horatio's ginned up a hypothetical photo based on composite features and used it to justify his fetal fixation. Horatio's not done: "Know this, my friend: every year, on this child's birthday, I am going to haunt you. I am going to be all over you until I get what I need to put you in jail." Laying aside the question of Jeffrey's guilt or innocence for a moment, how disturbing is Javert the Embryonic Avenger here? Can you imagine what Horatio's DayRunner looks like?