Note that when I first watched this episode in my Denver Doubletree Hotel room, I snorted and asked rhetorically, "Why is Horatio screaming now?" My mother shot back, "He thinks he's talking to Gil." My mother the wit, ladies and gentlemen.

Roger Daltrey approves of MaBell too, if his initial "Yeah!!!" is anything to go by.

And now we're back in the non-prison part of Miami. No, wait. We're back at the prison. Damn you, deceptive skyline shots! The guard comes over and passes along the unsurprising news that it will take time to count 1500 prisoners and see exactly who got away. Horatio's all, "Fifteen hundred minus three. We find out who they are, we'll know where they went." Okay, so it'll take time to count 1497 men. Happy now? Speedle points out that the counting is compounded by bracelet switch logistics, and the security guard adds, "We found at least 20 men with switched bracelets in this module alone." Would that we knew more about these bracelets, so we could actually give a damn about that detail. Horatio gets called over to another bunk so we can see one of the filthy bracelet-switchers in person.

The security guard fills us in: "Joe Avilar. Likes to rape old women. We try to keep guys like this out of general pop. Inmates like to tear them up." Horatio asks Joe who forced him to wear the bracelet, and Joe feigns ignorance. So Horatio grabs his wrist -- really, couldn't he have just done that and saved himself the conversation? -- and we find out that Joe's wearing the bracelet of one Hank Kerner, a three-time felon who's big on shooting people in the temple, then stealing their cars. Kerner was awaiting trial on a tourist couple he capped in Biscayne, and Horatio's all, "I know that case," as we flash back to Hank Kerner's mug shot. Hank is not what you'd call a real looker. Speedle helpfully points out, "Hank Kerner was going away for life. Nothing to lose." Before Horatio can follow up with some observation like, "He had only his freedom to gain," or "He's making sure others lose everything," or "It's frightening how thick and fast the clichés come when you've recapped twenty-odd episodes' worth of them," his cell phone rings, and he orders the person on the other end to set up a one-mile perimeter. Then he clicks off and tells the people standing around him, "They found the helicopter downed around Northwest and Flagler. Thank you, Joe." Joe looks disgusted to have helped. Horatio zooms off to the helicopter scene. I like to imagine that Hank's temple-shooting, transit-jacking impulses took over and he offed the pilot.