Gil: Two minutes for elbowing. Four minutes for high sticking. Ten minutes, unsportsman-like conduct.
Sara: Boys will be boys.
Gil:Yeah, It looks like these boys went to a fight and a hockey game broke out.
Sara: You just don't like sports.
Gil: That's not true I've been a baseball fan my whole life.
Sara: Baseball that makes sense, all those stats.
Gil: It's a beautiful game.
Sara: Since when are you interested in beauty?
Gil: Since I met you.
Grissom: What is Victoria's Secret, anyway?
Sara: Beauty, Grissom. Remember?
(Grissom and Catherine walk out onto the ice. Brass is already there in the center. Grissom looks around.)
Gil: Where's the body?
Jim: 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.
(Brass, Grissom and Catherine cautiously walk toward the bench. Brass removes the blanket covering the body on the bench. Grissom leans in to look at it.)
Gil: (pointing) This looks fresh.
Jim: Well, according to the on-site doctor, he took on across the cheek earlier in the second period.
(Catherine points to the large gash in the side of the neck.)
Catherine: Well, I guess is must be from the third period. Looks like that other team worked him over pretty good.
Jim: Hockey, rough game.
Gil: Yeah, it's murder.
Catherine: So, why did you move the body?
Doctor: You ever tried treating someone on the ice wearing just street shoes?
Catherine: Then Mr. Rivers was still breathing?
Doctor: When I brought him back to the bench, yes. Then I performed CPR, and he didn't respond.
Catherine: Did you also do the stitch work?
Doctor: I'm the on-site doctor for this facility. The stitches held, and I advised Terry not to go back on the ice.
Catherine: So, if he'd listened, he'd still be alive.
(The Doctor sighs. Catherine turns around and looks at all the players in their towels.)
Catherine: What do these guys play for? A little money? Imitation Stanley Cup?
Tommy Sconzo: (quietly) We play for the pride of it.
(Catherine turns around to talk with the player dressing.)
Catherine: And the joy of kicking ass. You are...?
Tommy Sconzo: Tommy Sconzo. Right wing, first line. Hitting's part of the game. Take away the physical aspect you've got figure skating. Guys out there doing triple lutzes.
Catherine: Is that how you lost the, uh...? The sit spin?
Tommy Sconzo: Second period, number nine. The guy's a real McCracken.
Catherine: Which means?
Tommy Sconzo: He gave me a high stick to the mouth. That's why my guys crashed the goalie. An eye for an eye, you know?
Catherine: That why your guy ended up dead?
Tommy Sconzo: What can I tell you, lady? It all happened so fast, you know?
(He turns back to his locker.)
Catherine: Usually does.
Det. Lockwood: Stan Grevey, 35. Backup sax player. One of the waitresses found him.
(Nick and Warrick put their kits down and look at the scene.)
Nick: Tiny scrubbing bubbles.
(Camera zooms in to show the white powder at the corner of the victim's mouth.)
Warrick: Yeah, after somebody wiped them down. Paramedics?
Det. Lockwood: Nope. Just pronounced, that's it.
Warrick: Just pronounced?
(Nick reaches over and lifts the victim's lip up. There's something caught in between his teeth.)
Nick: Had an interesting diet. Cowhide.
(Warrick checks Stan Grevey's arm and finds needle marks.)
Warrick: He tied himself off.
Warrick: All the signs of an O.D ... without any of the paraphernalia.
Nick: Your waitress say anything about a needle butane torch, that sort of thing?
Det. Lockwood: No, not a word just said he reminded her of Coltrane.
Al: What took you so long?
Gil: I was watching ice melt.
Catherine: Catherine Willows Crime Lab. I understand you play for area 51. Did you see much ice time during the game?
Jane Gallagher: No, they just let me take off my cheerleader uniform and warm the bench.
Catherine: You know what? Been there, done that. Just asking a question here.
Jane Gallagher: I played 24 minutes, 12 seconds -- about my season average. I also lead the team in assists.
Catherine: Oh ... you've got good peripheral vision. You see the ice really well.
Jane Gallagher: I didn't see what happened to Terry.
Catherine: You're a real teammate. Down the line, just one of the guys.
Jane Gallagher: You're looking in the wrong direction. Now, we may have disliked Terry, but his own teammates ... hated him.
Catherine: Any reason why?
Jane Gallagher: How would I know? I'm just a girl. Can I go now?