Anyway, Calleigh recites, "So the round count on our two officers is fifty-four. Out of that, I got forty-five casings. Those are shown in blue." We see them as thickly clustered dots around the cars in the computer simulation. Horatio orders Calleigh to move on by saying, "Talk about bullets." Calleigh's got twelve of those, dug out of the hearse, nearby trees, etc. She concludes, "It was the usual yield -- three-fourths of the casings, one-fourth of the bullets." Horatio goes off into his own private space as he states, "The ex-cons used Tec-9s, didn't they?" Why does he bother asking when he already knows the answer? Maybe if the Miami-Dade beancounters are that worried about his profligate spending, they can just cut his staff since he doesn't appear to use them in any useful way. Calleigh confirms Horatio's statement, points out those bullets (in red), and tells him she got forty casings and eighteen bullets, one of which fatally killed Hollis. Horatio wants to know if there's anything else. There sure is: Calleigh's gone to all the trouble to match Horatio's own, personal bullets (maybe he has them monogrammed) and it turns out that he's responsible for pegging two of the bad guys. Of course Horatio is a better shot than the SWAT team members. Is anyone surprised? Calleigh strokes his ego: "It turns out, you're a good shot." Then they discuss how Speedle is not. After that uncomfortable moment, it's back to the good news: the bullet from Lynn's car came from across the street, so someone was aiming to take her out too. Calleigh chirps, "So our crime scene just got a lot bigger!" She's so unnaturally happy about that -- whatever she's on, give me some. I could live with the bad fashion side effects if I were freed from this gnawing contempt of the show's lead.
The next scene starts with the polygraph tech asking sternly, "Did you come here intending to lie?" Jesus, could they get any more judgmental right off the bat? How about: "Are you a dirty, filthy liar? When was the last time you lied? Have you ever told the truth, you contemptible worm?" Speedle just rolls his eyes and replies, "No." The tech asks, "Did you take part in an officer-involved shooting yesterday?" Speedle shoots back, "Your phraseology is misleading." The man has a point. But why are they questioning him twenty-four hours after the fact, if he's the one they're so interested in interrogating? Wouldn't that only give him time to prep for the test, Seinfeld-style? The tech's irritated by Speedle's response and says, "Please answer 'yes' or 'no.'" Speedle replies, "Please rephrase the question." The tech warns, "If you fail to cooperate..." Then what? Unless his employment contract specifically states that he's required to take polygraph tests, Speedle actually has the legal option of not taking one. This woman can pound sand. Speedle takes a more diplomatic approach, saying, "Was I involved in a shootout? Yeah. Was an officer killed? Yes." The polygraph readings go by. It all means nothing. The tech asks, "Did you disclose any information regarding the narcotics transport?" Speedle answers in the negative. The tech looks startled. She asks, "The officer riding next to you was shot in the head. Was his name Officer Hollis?" Speedle replies in the affirmative. She then asks if Speedle was shot in the chest. You'd never know it if he was -- I guess those Death Cutter bullets only work on one-episode actors. The tech asks, "Did your vest protect you from serious injury?" When Speedle replies in the affirmative, his reading spikes. Maybe he's lying about the emotional trauma. Again, I wouldn't know, since the people who do all the explanatory hoodoo for this show decided it was more enlightening for us to see how a polygraph machine works than to explain how readings correspond to true or false statements. The tech asks, "Did the suspects have any reason to kill Officer Hollis but only wound you?" Wow, that's unsubtle. Why not just ask, "Did you set this up?" It's less insulting to everyone's intelligence. After a series of back-and-forth shots evidently illuminated only by flashlight, Speedle decides he's had enough. He stands up, tears off the sensors, and says, "This game is over. I'm sorry, but I have an officer-involved shooting to investigate, so no time for this petty crap." My, but he's learned from Horatio quickly. The tech watches him go, noticing the spike in readings right before Speedle took off.