All language subtitles for CSI.Crime.Scene.Investigation.s02e16

What are you waiting for?
Call it!

Come on, come on.
Coming through.

Let me have a look.

Okay, you're out.

Myles will move in
from the second line.

Forget about Myles.
I'm going back in.

Stitch me.

Terry, will you relax?

It's a weekend league.
It's not the NHL.

It is to me.

You're not 100%.

What are you,
a doctor or a coach? Do me a favor... stitch.

Come on.

All right, get up.

Come on, fellas,
Back off.

Everybody back.
Hey, Jackson!

Come over here!

He's hurt bad.

Get the doc.

Where's the body?

On the bench.
He was moved there

after he collapsed
in front of the net.

Apparently, uh...

the guy was
responsive enough

to be helped off the ice.

He died a few
minutes later.

This looks fresh.
Well, according

to the on-site doctor,
he took one across the cheek

earlier in the second period.

Well, I guess this must be from the third

Looks like that other team worked him over pretty good

Hockey... rough game.

Yeah. It's murder.

Two minutes
for elbowing.

Four minutes
for high-sticking.

Ten minutes,
unsportsmanlike conduct.

Boys will be boys.

Yeah. Sounds like these
boys went to a fight

and a hockey game
broke out.

You just don't like sports.

That's not true.
I've been a baseball
fan my whole life.

Baseball. Well, that
figures... all those stats.

It's a beautiful game.

Since when are you
interested in beauty?

Since I met you.

So, we'll start at
the opposite goal,

work our way across
the blue line to center ice.

Sure.

It's not much to go on.

Maybe we should be
looking off the ice.

So, why did you
move the body?

You ever tried
treating someone on the ice,
wearing just street shoes

Then Mr. Rivers
was still breathing?

When I brought him back
to the bench, yes.

Then I performed CPR,
and he didn't respond.

Did you also do the stitch work?

I'm the on-site doctor
for this facility.

The stitches held,
and I advised Terry

not to go back on the ice.

So, if he'd listened,
he'd still be alive.

What do these
guys play for?

A little money?

Imitation Stanley Cup?

We play for
the pride of it.

And the joy of kicking ass.

You are...?

Tommy Sconzo.

Right wing, first line.

Hitting's part
of the game.

Take away the
physical aspect, you got figure skating...

guys out there
doing triple lutzes.

Is that how
you lost the, uh...?

The sit spin?

Second period, number nine. The guy's a

Which means?
He gave me a high stick to the mouth.

That's why my guys crashed
the goalie.

An eye for an eye, you know?

Is that why your
guy ended up dead?

What can
I tell you, lady?

It all happened
so fast, you know?

Usually does.

"There are three
things in life

"that people like
to stare at...

a rippling stream,
a fire in a fireplace

and a Zamboni going
round and round."

Charlie Brown.

I love a Zamboni.

We all do.

The thing I love about Zambonis

is they pick up everything.

Hey.

Yeah?

I'm afraid the other part
of this tooth might be in there.

Time to combine
Foyeer's Law of Conduction

with Newton's Law of Cooling.

Pile of ice measures nine feet

by five feet...

by...

nine feet.

Without the calculus,
I'd estimate...

100 cubic feet.

Current temperature,
one degree Celsius.

The heaters max out at 90 degrees,

but the variables are
constantly changing.

Let's ballpark it.

I don't know, 50-cubic-foot
melt per hour, if we're lucky?

120 minutes for a tooth...

the whole tooth...

and nothing but the tooth.

Whoo! There's a winner.

Easy come, easy go.

If I should die
this very moment

I wouldn't fear

For I've never known
completeness

Like being here

Wrapped in the warmth of you

Loving every breath of you

Still my heart this moment

Oh, it might burst

Could we stay right here

To the end of time

Till the earth stops
turning?

Lockwood, Homicide.

DFO's in the back.

Lead the way.

...seas run dry

I've found the one

I have waited for

All this time...

Stan Grevey, 35.

Backup sax player.

One of the waitresses
found him.

Tiny scrubbing bubbles.

Yeah, after somebody

wiped them down.

Paramedics?

Nope.
Just pronounced, that's it.

Just pronounced?

Had an interesting diet.

Cowhide.

He tied himself off.

Yup.

All the signs

of an OD...

without any
of the paraphernalia.

Your waitress say
anything about a needle,

butane torch,
that sort of thing?

No, not a word.

Just said he reminded her
of Coltrane.

Coltrane, huh?

See if I can get this back
to Greggo at the lab.

He could tell us
what we're dealing with.

Two coasters, one glass?

What do you think? Our guy was having a

She was just coming on shift. She came
through me.

Well,
somebody
was here...

grabbed the stuff,

took their glass.

Forgot this on the way out.

Safe bet the contact wasn't his.

Hey, how's he doing?
Whoa, whoa...

Miss, you can't come in here.
Why not?

I'm sorry, he's dead.

He's dead?
What are you talking about?

They told me he wasn't
feeling well.

He was backing
me up an hour ago.

What happened to him?
Miss...

Why don't we step outside
for a minute?

What took you so long?

I was watching
ice melt.

Tox screen
came up empty

except for quinine.

Must have had malaria
in the past six months.

Either that or he's a big
gin and tonic drinker.

I've ordered up his
medical records.

If I was this guy,

I'd have been
pop ping pain pills.

Hairline fracture
of the ulna,

bruised kidney,

ten stitches off
the orbital bone,

fractured nasal bone,
all recent.

Healed rib fractures.

He should have worn a cage.

I bet he was proud of every

last battle scar.

What is it
about organized sports?

Well, organized sports

is the paradigmatic model
of a just society.

Everyone knows
the same language.

Everyone knows the rules.

And there's a specific
punishment handed out

the moment someone tries
to cheat.

It's instant morality.

So, uh... what did this guy do
in real life?

Stockbroker.

Competition junky.

Aren't we all?

Not me. Not anymore.

No?

How'd you get to be
chief medical examiner?

Look, we're all carrying

prehistoric genes
in a postmodern world.

We get our meat
from the grocery store

instead of with a club
or a knife.

We have to work off our,
uh... testosterone somehow.

Foibles of youth.

Yeah.

So, cause of death?

Not sure.

This cut nicked his carotid.

Double-edged, clean blade,
hockey skate, uh...

could have killed him.

Fun continues.

Basilar artery also suffered significant

Evidence of blood
in the intimal space.

Possibly enough
to cause syncope.

Loss of consciousness.

Well, it could explain

why the vic ended up
in the bottom of that pile.

So, did his death cause his fall

or did his fall cause his death?

What'd you get from Area 51?

Terry Rivers was
an instigator... always stirring the pot.

Every fire needs a match.

So, I guess this
is their equipment?

Yeah, down to the last stick.

Here's a copy of
the team roster.

Okay.

See you later.
Okay.

Ms. Gallagher?

Yeah.

Catherine Willows Crime Lab.

I understand you play
for Area 51.

Did you see much ice time
during the game?

No. They just let me take off my

You know what?
Been there, done that.

Just asking
a question here.

I played 24 minutes,
12 seconds... about my season average.

I also lead the team
in assist s.

Oh... you've got
good peripheral vision.

You see the ice
really well.

I didn't see what
happened to Terry.

You're a real teammate.

Down the line,
just one of the guys.

You're looking
in the wrong direction.

Now, we may have
disliked Terry

but his own teammates...

hated him.

Any reason why?

How would I know?
I'm just a girl.

Can I go now?

Nice bike.

Just getting into the mind
of a potential killer.

Potential killer?

Why don't you just
catch us up there, boss?

In a minute.

First things first...
your contact lens

was worn by
a near-sighted person.

And, since I was born
with perfect eyesight,

I'm experimenting with what it would feel
like

Don't tell us
you're wearing
our evidence.

Come on, Greg.

Give me some credit.

Borrowing a pair
of lenses from
Archie in AV.

Giving me a headache, though.

Mannitol... that's
that baby laxative

used to cut heroin with.

China White?
You sure?

The GCMS does not kid around.

West coast heroin
is Mexican Brown.

20%, 30% pure, tops.

What's China White? 75%?

Uh... your sample's 91.

91%? No wonder the guy OD'd.

That's a death sentence.

Doesn't make any sense, man.

The money from
dealing heroin comes
from the cutting.

The more you cut,
the more money you make.

There's no profit
margin in selling
stuff that's too pure.

Unless you're looking
to kill someone.

So, this is what being
a stockbroker buys you.

Sighs
Hmm. Well...

How do men live like this?

What's wrong with it?

Well, it's a cave

with hardwood floors.

It's clean.

Television, couch.
What else does a guy need?

Well, how about
a plant?

Anything that makes it
a little more... human.

I mean, it doesn't seem
like this guy had any...

connection to anybody.

I don't know about that.

It's never a good sign
when the number of women

a guy sleeps with is greater

than the number
of chairs he owns.

So, what's the ratio here?

Well, uh, ballparking it,
I'd say...

four women to every one piece
of furniture he owns,

including the TV.

(sighs)
So...

I guess our guy is
about three things...

pucks, bucks, and...

chicks.

Well, we still don't know
how or why he died.

Well, we know how he lived.

Any blood?

Take your pick.

Testing for blood
on a hockey jersey

is like handing out
jaywalking tickets
at a marathon.

Well, speaking
on a meta -level...

Isn't it obvious?

The overbearing
patriarchal structure

of modern organized
sports represents

a socially palatable sublimation of what
Jung refers to

as the "shadows
of the unconscious."

You sucked
at team sports, huh?

I was captain of
the high school
chess squad.

Chess is not
a sport, Greg.

Then why is there
a world chess champion?

I think sports are
physical by definition.

Well, sex is physical.

Is that a sport?

Not to me.

These blades skated

through the blood pool.

Blood spatter.

Good guess...
this is the one

that did the damage.

You know, I had
a roommate in college

freshman year, from Edmonton,
went on to play

for the Swedish
Elite League.

Anyways, he set his blade

at half an inch, tops.

I should know, because
he made me get them sharpened.

These blades are probably
set at a quarter of an inch.

Well, that's as sharp
as it gets.

It's a tough blade
to skate on.

We're talking
Wayne Gretzky style.

And deadly in a fight.

Yeah, that victim
was out of L.A.,

and I don't think
the singer, Lillie,

met him before last night,
so she may be in the clear.

Sure you don't want to start
in the dressing room?

(chuckles)
Right...

like you're going
to take Dumpster duty alone.

Hey, just 'cause I've been
on a personal losing streak

with the ladies doesn't mean
you should be, too.

Man, I don't even know if I'm going to go

The odds haven't gone my way
in a
long
time.

I'm talking about chicks,
not gambling.

Same difference.

Mind if I go for her, then?

Warrick.

It's mine...

but anybody could have lifted this scarf from

It's still yours.

You trying to pin this
on me now?

We're just doing
our jobs here.

Well, did you find
my fingerprints on anything?

We won't know
till we print you.

Oh, I'm not worried.
What you see is what you get.

You're putting words
in my mouth.

You said everybody hated
him... now we know why.

We opened up
Terry's hard drive.

It turns out he had
your entire roster

knee-deep in the stock market.

I don't play for the Rat Pack.

Not now...

but you used to.

Okay, so I changed teams.
Big deal. I wanted to win.

The fact that Terry Rivers
churned and burned

your brokerage account
out of ten grand... that didn't enter into it?

Terry was a stockbroker.

He did really well for himself...
Rolex, Beemer.

Said he could
do the same for me.

I gave him some money.

If I wasn't willing to take a risk, I'd have put it
in a bank.

You weren't the only one,
were you?

No. All the guys
had money with him.

I mean, Terry
was a salesman.

You listen to him
talk for five minutes,

your hair was on fire.

Ms. Gallagher,
your skate

had a certain
blood spatter on it.

It indicates that you're the one

that nicked Terry River's carotid artery.

Look, it was pileup.

Everything was a blur.

That's ten guys with blades on.

Hey, I was just looking out
for myself.

He was a stationary target.

Terry was on the bottom of all those

Like you said,

- nobody saw anything.
- Including

your skate intentionally
coming down on his neck.

Oh, God.

You okay?

You all right?

I knew I shouldn't have had
that shrimp salad for dinner last night.

If you'll excuse me, I'll get that cleaned up.

Wait. You're not going to...

What are you doing?

It's evidence.

Food poisoning...

especially anything
with spoiled mayonnaise...

can induce vomiting
within 15 minutes.

She said last night...
that was 12 hours ago.

Do what
you got to do.

She's a liar, and a mother.

Morning sickness?

Yep.

And you know this how?

Well, first, I tested for
the presence of shellfish...

crustacean -free.

And then I figured,
if she's hiding that,

what else is she hiding?

Little lie, big lie.

There was blood in the sample.

Not uncommon
in early pregnancy.

Women get mucosal tears in their

So, I tested the blood for the presence of
human

She is definitely with child.

She wasn't showing.
She's skinny as a rail.

But...

still, why lie about it?

Maybe she didn't know
she was pregnant.

If she had, would she
have gone out on the ice?

I wonder if
she would know

who the father
is...or was.

Well, if it was Terry Rivers,

he was definitely
deadbeat dad material.

Which speaks to motive.

It's enough to
get us a warrant.

Except you can't
safely test for paternity before the baby's
born.

We could search Jane
Gallagher's apartment.

See if Terry Rivers might
have left anything behind.

Yeah. Say good-bye to Greg.

Bye, Greg.

I've got twins here, Bill...
one set of prints

from your work card;
another set

from the drug paraphernalia
we found in the Dumpster.

Look, what can I say?

He's got a son.

Well, that's fine.

That's not
the issue.

You tamper ed with the evidence.

He's eight years old.

I didn't want Stan's son to hear
that he died in a lounge...

foam coming out of his mouth,

a needle in his arm.

That's too much for a boy.

Yeah, but you
got him the gig.

- You didn't know he was a junkie? - So am

Former.

Hell, we met in AA.

I thought he was clean.

I got my fourth birthday
coming up.

Could have lost your job.

Besides, Lillie's going places.

You know, she's on her way up.

I want to be along for the ride.

So you cleaned him up,
threw away his works...

Why Lillie's scarf?

I grabbed the first thing
I could find.

Lillie's scarf was there?

Yeah.
Really?

You mind rolling up
your sleeves for us?

I've always had good veins.

Yeah, okay.

Thanks.

Hey, one more thing, Bill.

You wear contacts?

Not anymore.

Lasik surgery.

How's that working out for you?

Great.

One less thing I'm dependent on.

No, no, no, no.

Don't stop.

I don't like playing in front of an audience.

It's just me.

What, are you uncomfortable in
front of strangers or something?

No, I just came by to
ask you a few questions,

and I got a little
carried away.

Oh.

Well, if you keep playing,

I'll keep talking.

So, um... how well
do you know these
people you play with?

Oh...

well enough.

Who is this?

I thought I was the one

asking questions here.

Warrick Brown.

Lillie Ivers.

So, I guess we're not
strangers anymore.

Maybe you should come by later...

so we can talk some more.

Well,
Jane may play hockey,

but her sheets
are distinctly female.

There are semen
stains everywhere.

Not very
Victoria Secret.

What is Victoria's secret,
I wonder?

Beauty, Grissom.

Remember?

Sheets may be female,
but this toenail

belonged to a man.

With all the sex these people are having,

maybe I should
take up hockey.

I told you what I make.

What do you bring in?

50, 60 a year?

So, that's what you're all about?

No, that's what
the business is all about.

Then run.

Hmm.

I just thought that,
with your kind of talent,

you know,
I could dial you in.2

I've got a manager with a pipeline to God.

Sounds like you're pretty dependent on

I've been booked solid
for the past two years.

Next stop...
Blue Note, Motown...

anything I want.

Studio time,
recording contracts...

Great.

I'm a musician, Warrick,
and I recognize talent.

And the way you look...

you might as well
be dipped in gold.

I don't know
about all that.

What are you holding back for?

You could be out there
making a difference.

I already do
make a difference.

Yeah, riding around
chasing ghosts

with that partner of yours.

Nobody even knows you exist.

You do.

Show time.

We're back.

Okay.

Okay, so...

Knock 'em dead.

I'll try.

Catherine...

you seen any guys
with a broken tooth lately?

Yeah, I saw
ten of them.

Yeah, well, one of them
is your suspect.

I got your page.
What's the big news?

Oh, that tooth that you found at
the bottom of the snow pile...

You got a match.
To what?

To the nasty-ass toenail
that Sara found.

What? I thought it
belonged to the dead guy.

No, it belongs to a live guy.

So, what you're
saying is

whoever was in
Jane Gallagher's bed

was on the ice
the night that
Terry Rivers died.

Goal.

It's a temp.

What about the girl?
Is she a temp, too?

You know, I treated Jane better
than that mutt Rivers ever did.

And it never
cost her a cent.

Is that why
you hated Terry?

He was on my short list, yeah.

You know, I got a list.

It's got a negative figure
of 12,000 after your name.

Well, money's kind
of like my tooth.

It don't grow back.

Did you ever hear
the story of the 19th century

Chinese goldsmith?

He lost a lot of money for his
goldsmith buddies due to his
shoddy business practices,

so they decided to kill him

by biting him to death.

123 goldsmiths took a bite
out of the victim,

insuring that no one individual
could be blamed for the murder.

For who would know which one
administered

You're the captain
of the Rat Pack.

You make it so everyone
gets a shot in,

and no one takes the blame.
It's a win-win situation.

Well, that's a nice little bedtime story for

but it doesn't have a lick of truth.

Well, there's
truth in this:

Your friend Jane
is pregnant.

I'm going to be a dad?

What kind
of coronary anomaly?

Wolff-Parkinson
- White Syndrome.

Interferes with the heart's
electrical system.

I never heard of it.

Well, it didn't show during
the post, but I looked at the tissue
sections in histopath.

They showed a small defect

in the atrium of the heart.

So, the game had nothing
to do with it?

It was the heart?

Not necessarily.

You know the quinine
I found in his system?

Lethal for someone
with W.P.W.

Big scars didn't
do him in.

It was the little scar.

Someone still gets an assist.

Hey, Sara.

You come up here
on your nights off,

people are going
to start confusing
the two of you.

You're here.

What's up?

New lead.

The bartender.

Purple.

Marquis Mecke Froede.

Test for opiates.

Purple.

You know
what that means.

The coasters test
positive for heroin.

He was dealing
from behind the bar.

He sandwiched the drugs
between the coasters.

That's how he hid it.

When we found those two coasters in Stan
Grevey's

we assumed that
there was two people...

either a user or supplier. There weren't.

Just our guy...
the victim.

What's wrong?

He wasn't the only one
with two coasters, man.

What do you mean?

Remember when we talked
to Lillie about the scarf?

Yeah.

She had a drink

with two coasters.

So what?

There could be
a hundred reasons why she...

Did you
not hear me? She might be involved.

You got to walk away from this fast.

We got the dealer...
the bartender.

- Let's just take him out. - And we will.

- What about her? - What about her?

Why don't you...

Why don't you just
let me handle my business?

Then handle it.

We were in the sack...

right in
the middle of it.

Next thing I know, he stopped...

How do I say this?

- He stopped... - Doing it?

Yes. Thank you.

His face
was flushed.

He was sweating.

It was all good,
and then he just...

went soft and passed out.

I was scared. I called the team doctor.

The paramedics came

and rushed him
to the E.R.

You know we got
his medical records.

Let me ask you
a question.

When Terry came to,

did he tell you what
had happened to him?

He didn't tell
me anything.

Neither did
the doctors.

I wasn't family.

What did you do?

Took off.

I didn't want
anybody to know
I'd been with him.

Worried that the father
of your child

might find out?

I was sleeping with Terry,

but I was dating Tommy.

And what's the difference?

Terry was a bad boy.

The kind of guy you just
can't get out of your system.

Who's on your mind
all the time.

He used to drive my friends crazy.

Tommy... husband material.

So we just double-checked
the search warrant

returned from Terry Rivers' apartment.

There was no quinine
found in the location.

He never had
a prescription
for quinine.

Well, according to Doc Robbins, he never

Do you have
his medical file?

Yeah.

Let me see it.

Right here.
Thanks.

So Jane Gallagher is officially no longer a

Didn't have access to quinine, let alone

So who did know?

Terry was
a roughneck.

He dished it out,

so the other players
dished it out harder.

Which they wouldn't have done

if they had known
about his heart.

They would have
played tentatively.

Which, in hockey,
is a sacrilege.

Someone besides Terry
had to know.

Somebody did.

You can withhold
medical information from your friends all

but it's still going to be in your hospital

Anyone with access to Terry's medical
records

How many patients do you have
with malaria?

I'm an orthopedist. None.

Not according to the pharmacy in your

Last month, you wrote a prescription for

an anti-malaria
medication.

Malaria in Las Vegas. No wonder they were

Look, a friend of mine
was going to Africa.

I did him a favor.
That's it.

Now, is there a crime in that?

Well... a man is dead.

It hurts getting stitched.

It hurts even more when you get home.

I always give the guys
something for the pain.

So you're
the go-to guy?

I am the on-site doctor
for this facility.

Nothing more and nothing less.

Is this Umbria or Tuscany?

Italy.

That's pretty serious.

But Jane's had a couple
of boyfriends

since that trip,
right?

Terry was an injury waiting to happen,

And, when it did,

you were there on the bench

with two little pills
in your hand.

So what?

So what if I gave him quinine?

It's like giving
a candy bar to
a diabetic

if you know he's a diabetic.

And you knew, Doctor.

Terry Rivers had
a heart condition.

I need you.

Oh, yeah? Since when?

Look, we tried it out. It didn't work.

We're friends.

I don't want the whole
world to know

that I've been with Terry.

Please?

Okay, okay.
I'll stay with Terry.

You were always
cleaning up her messes,

weren't you,
Doctor?

Jane told us that
she paid you a visit
a couple of days ago.

She thought she had the flu... but she didn't.

She's pregnant.

And, with the father out of the way,

you knew who she
would turn to.

But Tommy Sconzo
is the father.

You killed the wrong guy.

Let's take
a little drive.

You nearsighted?

I bet this is going
to match the contact lens

we found at
the crime scene, isn't it?

Let me ask you
another question.

Why deal 91% pure
China White?

Did you have a beef with the victim, or

I never met the guy.

You're going to have to do better than that.

You intentionally sold him stuff
that was too pure.

We know he's not
the only guy
you dealt it to.

Look, I didn't mean to
harm anybody, all right?

I didn't know what I was cutting. Probably

Bad batch?

Hey, do yourself
a favor, slick.

If you don't know enough
about something,

stay out of it.

It's too late
for that.

Yeah.

You want to talk about it?

No.

Okay.

I'm going to meet Lillie.

I'll see you back
at the lab.

You don't know me.

Obviously.

You hiding from me?

You looking for me?

Yeah.

I wanted to talk to you.

Oh, yeah?

About what?

Come on, tell me.

We're not strangers
anymore, remember?

Yeah, you're right.

Warrick Brown.

What?

I'm sorry, Lillie.

Life's too short.

Good-bye.

What are you doing here?

I'm playing cards...

with my friend.