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.
After that female-bonding scene -- which, by the way, I very much enjoyed, because it showed a dynamic among colleagues that's unique to this series -- we get Speedle and Delko whipping out their case files to see whose is bigger. Delko goes first, boasting that he's got a burn victim who may or may not have been helped along by some $400 lighter fluid. "Can you beat that?" he asks. Speedle thinks he can: "I got a priest, shot with a rifle, dead in a church." Delko thinks that's not bad. Speedle contends that it's "at least a draw," no doubt fully aware that had the priest been shot in a more incongruous location (the lingerie department at Saks, the kitten kennel at the local SPCA, a nearby ashram), he'd be the hands-down winner. Delko laughs, and then Megan comes over, saying dismissively, "Boys and their measuring sticks -- you guys crack me up." She's come over to see what progress Speedle's made on the lip print; he replies that it's neither lipstick nor lip gloss, but rather, lip balm with SPF 45 and the unique ingredient macadamia oil. Megan then asks if there's any progress with regards to prints on the condom. Speedle replies that the only prints present belong to Father Carlos. Megan muses, "In my senior year, Sister Mary Frances found a condom in my desk. Her prints would have been on it." Speedle snorts dismissively, "Yeah, right." He must be a Boston Globe subscriber. Just then, before he and Megan can talk about current events vis a vis the Catholic Church, something beeps, and we find out that the mystery lip print belongs to someone wearing lip balm commonly worn by skateboarders or surfers. Speedle attempts to head back to that current-events discussion with, "A teenage boy, a priest...we might have motive."