Carson and the cops eventually sit down for a tête-à-tête under a local cabana, and Carson understandably wants to know what this is all about. Tripp's all, "You bird-dog girls for Babes on Break, is that it?" Carson's only half-paying attention to him, as there's hot girl-on-girl footage to review. By all means, let's all review it. I swear to God, this show is the ne plus ultra of sexism. Carson explains how he owns the company responsible for Babes on Break, and the cops pretend to be impressed with this Joe Francis knockoff. Joe Francis, by the way, is the CEO of Mantra Entertainment, the company that produces the Girls Gone Wild videos that Babes on the Beach is so obviously ripping off. For a good time, type "Mantra Entertainment Lawsuit" into Google, then go wild with the resulting flood of news stories. Anyway, Horatio asks if Carson's familiar with Tiffany, and he replies, "Girls like her are a dime a dozen in my world." Horatio explains, "This one is different -- somebody recently broke her neck, and now she's dead." Carson can't be bothered to sum the energy to feign concern. Horatio explains further, "Here's the other difference. We found your semen inside her." Tripp adds, "Medical examiner says physical evidence was postmortem. You know what that means, Fellini?" Horatio tags in, "It means you had sex with a dead girl --" "After you snapped her neck," Tripp finishes. Carson protests that he thought she was merely drunk and passed out, not dead, so he's only a rapist and not a corpse-fucking pervert. So don't go looking down on him or anything. Horatio arrests the necrophiliac.
Back in the B-plot, we learn that the dead guy in the pool is 19-year-old Trey Hansom from Indianapolis. Calleigh wants to know how Delko managed to get the hit off AFIS, and we learn that Trey has a possession charge under his backwards-pantsed belt. We also learn that Trey didn't drown; a cerebral aneurysm killed him. We get the TMICam treatment of the aneurysm popping, but I personally think the autopsy stitches readily visible on Trey's torso are much cooler. We don't often get to see that kind of workaday detail. We also find out that Trey's last weeks were filled with abrasions and contusions, so if he was getting beaten up, it was regular. The sole exception: a bruise on his forehead, which Alexx can't quite peg as peri- or postmortem. Delko's all, "Poor guy didn't know what hit him." "Maybe someone else did," Calleigh says.