Before that scene can get any more removed from reality, we're over to the B-plot. Calleigh's having a good hair day but another bad wardrobe day, as she's wearing a fitted top with a peplum -- yes, a peplum -- and ruffles, proving yet again that no woman in the twenty-first century can successfully work a look last used to inflame lust during the Garfield administration. Delko is oblivious. Calleigh comments, "So this is Brackenhurst retirement community." Delko says, "I'd never put my grandmother in a place like this." He may think differently if he becomes her full-time caretaker. He continues, "When she dies, she's going to be in our house, with our priest, surrounded by family." When did Grandma Delekorsky make the trip over? Calleigh comments, "Not my grandma. I want every day for her to be New Year's Eve -- the roads clogged with drunks, amateur partygoers overrunning every venue, the evening filled with regrets and capped off with kissing a complete stranger." Oh, she does not; she wants her nana to spent her golden years in randy drunken deliriousness. Calleigh moves closer and we see that the shirt's got the puffed and gathered sleeves again, and a pallid rose pattern, and well as a high collar that contrasts weirdly with the sexy plunge in front. You just know that in 1882, a woman going out in this was branded a hussy. Then again, she may not have been wearing flared chinos and CHIPs-style sunglasses as well. This entire outfit is like a time capsule of fashion don'ts. Who on this show hates Emily Procter so much and so consistently as to slap the clown makeup and bad clothing on her week in and week out? Anyway, Calleigh and Delko decide that their differing approaches to the last days of their tribal elders can be chalked up to ethnic background (Him: "Southern." Her: "Cuban"), then they lift the crime scene tape and head inside.