Speedle's still listening to the phone message tape. That boy needs a new hobby. He theorizes that the troublesome clicking noise is coming from within the car. Delko, who's only enabling Speedle's madness, wonders if the noise is Amy popping her gum. Speedle dismisses this theory as the ramblings of a fool. "Maybe she's putting something in her purse," Delko offers. "Maybe you're not taking this seriously enough," Speedle screeches as he smashes a cup of coffee against Delko's head. No -- that's in the director's cut. In the actual episode, Delko and Speedle are interrupted by Horatio pounding on the door, who tells them what we already learned a scene ago -- that Infante was a semi-regular at the peepshow. And more important, that his dancer of choice was Amy. Oh, but how to determine if Infante is the one responsible for the carpet-cleaning nightmare over at the Breck houseboat? By tracking down his stolen car via its theft-deterrent device and pulling the necessary DNA sample from there, of course. Silly viewer -- Horatio has an answer for everything.

There's no real need to go into the car-finding montage, set to pulse-pounding music of Big Hair Metal Monsters and their smash hit "Turn That Crap Down." Suffice it to say, Horatio and his team find the Benz. Why they need two police cruisers to accompany the HoratioHummer down to the recovery site will remain a mystery, however. The car sports a cracked headlamp and isolated blood smears, confirming that Horatio's found the right piece of German automotive engineering excellence. "So we've got the car," Horatio says, since the obvious can never be overstated enough for his liking. "Now let's get the DNA." Delko heads for the steering wheel, since it's rich with epithelial goodness and will indicate who was the last driver. "This car has been reported stolen," Horatio says, "so we have to anticipate a mixture of DNA, right?" I don't know. Do we? If you already know the answer, why ask the question? Because you're a pompous gasbag? Oops -- now I'm asking a question I already know the answer to. Sorry.

Back at the lab, Delko is staring at Liamette like a schoolboy eyeballing a cheerleader. "You want to take notes?" she asks, barely looking up from her microscope. "You're watching me like you want a DNA lesson." Delko demurs. "I was just...uh...admiring your...technique," he says sheepishly. "Oh, I got mad technique," Liamette replies. "You got no idea." Um...we're not really talking about DNA anymore, are we? Liamette ends this awkward exchange by noting that, while some of the DNA on the steering wheel is from an unknown donor, the primary donor matches the man who left a gnarly stain on the Breck's carpet. Time to bring in Infante for a little one-on-one time with Horatio.