And Horatio's not going to be sharing any details with us until we get a few more aerial shots of Miami. Then we get Horatio asking Calleigh how she's feeling. She's having a bad time of it is how she's feeling: "[I feel] like a hummingbird on six cups of coffee." Horatio presses further, "Describe that to me." Calleigh does: "I feel confused, angry, confused." She feels like I do when I'm recapping this show? Calleigh continues, "I know I've said this to you before, but I want to make sure that you know. I did not take anything." Horatio continues quizzing her, "Okay, hang on a second. Are your lips numb?" Yeth; her lith ah floza. Horatio asks, "What have you been doing for the last eight hours?" Hanging out with the old cast of Saturday Night Live? Writing an Emmy award-winning drama? Trying to get Robert Downey Jr.'s phone number? Calleigh rattles off, "[Frank] Tripp and I were trying to follow the mystery trajectory. We went to the tile place. I ate a granola bar. Uh, then we went back to the firearms lab." Horatio's eliminated the granola bar from the list of suspicious circs, and asks about the tile place. Calleigh tells him how she found a bullet lodged into Italian marble tile, and what a difficult time she had digging the bullet out. Horatio flashes to what must have happened, and concludes, "I think you've been dosed." You think, detective? How else can you account for a teetotaler suddenly coked to the gills? To confirm his hypothesis, Horatio tests the bullet and it comes back positive.
Now, the desultory scene where Horatio, Delko, and Frank systematically destroy sheets of marble until Tomassi rolls over and confesses his part in all this. It takes two tiles, and then Tomassi shows them. Horatio's all, "I've seen it pressed into plastic before, but this is new." We flash to how it's done: the cocaine is suspended in a plaster-like organic adhesive which lets the cocaine harden in molds, and when it's time to move the drug, they simply wash the paste solid with a solution that's less dense than the pure cocaine so they can freeze off the waste and dry out the drug. Horatio points out to Tomassi, "Nice way to move the cocaine in plain sight, unless you're just laundering the profits. Either way, we've got you for murder." Tomassi says, "Murder? It's just coke." Horatio's all, "Courtesy of a couple of dead cops, it's not." His shaky bluff rattles Tomassi into claiming that he got this stuff from Haiti. Horatio replies, "We'll see about that, won't we?" Yes, we will!