The camera then swings to a shot of a statue of Jesus, who looks as if he's either exhorting people to come and be fishers of men, or he's participating in the wave. Speedle comes over to the statue and tells Megan, "Last time I was in church was when Kurt Cobain died." Because...Nirvana's cover of "Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam" was so moving? Because...he and his college pals were participating in an attempt to exorcise Courtney Love remotely? So many possibilities, none of them explored here. Megan's not really moved by Speedle's admission. The two of them progress to a doorway, and as Megan goes to reflexively bless herself with the holy water, she draws back, noticing that there's something in the water. A quick portable lab test later, and we've got confirmation of blood. Speedle comments, "The killer washed his hands, huh? A regular Pontius Pilate." Megan offers an alternative theory: "Or [beat] he blessed himself, which means we're looking for a devout Catholic." From the depths of the couch, I snort dubiously; I'm so impious as to actually physically dread a divine lightning strike whenever I take communion in my mom's church, yet I still reflexively bless myself upon entering or exiting a church. Very nearly every Catholic does; the ritual gets pounded into your head at an early age. Plus, if you're really good, and you hit the water at the right angle, you can drench a sibling without fear of retribution.
Ahem. I appear to have wandered off into one of those passages lifted straight from any number of "I was a Catholic-school refugee" books. Back on the screen, Alexx is digging something out of Father Carlos and telling Calleigh, "Don't say I never gave you anything." Can you give her a bottle of Cetaphil and an appointment at the Bobbi Brown counter, too? You'd be doing her -- and us -- a big favor there, Alexx. Anyway: it's a .223 slug, which makes Calleigh very happy on a number of levels: it's a homemade bullet cast from hot lead, it was reloaded, it was fired from a hunting rifle, and best of all, it matches the slug she dug out of the wall. Calleigh hands the bullet over to Megan, who comments that it's kind of mangled for a bullet, and Alexx points out, "It's mangled because it entered the body twice." Calleigh wants to show us all how. Alexx calls over Speedle, "I need some muscle." He comes over to heft the body; sadly, Speedle's back is to us, so we can't see how he feels about being reduced to mere muscle. After rolling the body on its side, Speedle ducks out, missing The Calleigh & Alexx Show: Let's Stick Rods In The Body To Demonstrate Bullet Trajectory. As Calleigh's busy driving skewers through the priest, we see the other end of the stick emerge from his back, dripping with grue. Okay, I'm all for gross if it serves the plot -- for example, when the guy liquefied on CSI last season, or a few weeks ago when they had to saw open the Candyman's head -- but if you're just tossing it on screen because you can, then ewwww. Long story short: the first bullet went in through the chest, emerged in the shoulder, and stuck in the wall; the second shot was closer range, at the base of the neck, and exited the chest before re-entering the thigh and flattening upon impact with the femur. This explains why there were only two casings at the rectory: the priest slumped to a sitting position after Bullet #1, and Bullet #2 ricocheted around.