Roger Daltrey agrees. It's always so nice to see rock stars taking an interest in things like judicial system reform.
Once we're back from the credits, Horatio is in the shooting gallery, complimenting Calleigh on her shot. God knows he won't be complimenting her on her clothing; she's wearing this unfortunate jacket-and-pants combination that combines the most unflattering cuts possible for a short, curvy woman (cropped jacket, too-long flared pants) with some of the most aesthetically misbegotten trends on the market today (ruched fabric, those damn Little House on the Prairie sleeves again) and a color that wants to be a nice green like Eucalyptus or Evergreen, but ends up as Institutional Despair. I'm not saying that the costumer for this series needs to blow the budget on impractical but lovely Narcisco Rodriguez frocks, but I don't think it would kill them to steer clear of Forever 21 and maybe hit Banana Republic for a change. Anyway, Horatio asks Calleigh if she's busy, and she replies in the affirmative: "I'm up to my ass in alligators. There was a big shooting on the Causeway yesterday. Fifty-four expended rounds. Not to mention Detective Hagen is riding me like a Gulfstream pony." "I didn't ask about your personal life, and I'd rather not know," Horatio replies. Oh, he does not either. But you thought it, didn't you? That pony line was wide open. Horatio actually seems taken aback that Detective John Hagen has anything to do with Calleigh, but before anyone can take the effort to tell us, the audience, why we should give a rat's ass about what Horatio thinks of John, he's moved on and asked Calleigh for a favor. She agrees with alacrity. He hands over the round dug out of Jane Doe's skull and she rattles off, "Nine-mil, hollow point, brass-jacketed, so my guess is it's a Golden Talon." Horatio then tells her he needs her to lift the bullet from the Abby Sandoval case for comparison's sake. Calleigh asks, "Isn't that case on trial right now?" Well, yes, so in theory the bullet would have been checked into some sort of evidence locker for the duration, so as to not introduce the possibility of police tampering after the fact, but why worry? Calleigh agrees to do the favor, "Quickly and quietly."