All language subtitles for Bones (2005) - S04E13 - Fire in the Ice (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[ Referee's Whistle
Blows ]

Let's have a nice,
clean game, everyone.

Put 'em down.

[ Booth ]
Move the puck, Wendell.
Move it! Move the puck.

- [ Player ]
Up here, Booth. Up here!
- [ Player #2 ] Go!

[ Player ]
Back on "D"!

Pick 'em up on "D."
Pick 'em up!

[ Brennan ]
Go, Booth!

Wooh!
Go, Booth!Come on!

Kill 'em, Booth!

[ Brennan ]
Whoa!Wow.

What'd he do that for?It's what Booth does--
keeps the other team honest.

He's what you call
an "enforcer."Oh, like law enforcement?

Yeah, okay.
Well, let's
go with that.

[ Booth ]
Whoa! What was that?

What about the cross-check?
Ref, are you blind?

Carlson, I'm open.
Pass it! I'm open!

- Pick him off!
- [ Number 25 ] Yes!
- [ Whistle Blows ]

That was a cheap shot,
Carlson.

- [ Carlson ]
Yeah, you guys su--
- [ Whistle Blows ]

- That's 24 blue,
two minutes for charging.
- [ Booth ] For what?

- What about
the cross-check back there?
- Get in the box!

Come on, man.
It's hockey.

Club hockey. Some of us
still have to go to work
in the morning.

[ Referee ] Enough. Let's go. [ Player ]
Carlson, calm down. Skate away.

[ Carlson ]
Just go over in the box.

Get in there
and sit down. Let's go. Yeah. Sit down, crybaby.

- Uh-oh.
- [ Referee ]
Let's go.

So, this is punitive, right--
to be sent to this
little area here?

Keep your head up
next time, Number 12.
Keep your head up!

[ Carlson ]
Yeah, yeah. I'll be waiting.Come on!

- Hi.
- It's called the penalty box--
you know, "sin bin."

Yeah, Booth committed a penalty
when he checked the big guy
when he didn't have the puck.

[ Number 25 ]
Stay with him, Carlson.
Stay with him!

There's a hit right there, ref,
that you missed. Again!

Booth seems
quite anxious to get out
of the disciplinary box.

Yeah, I've never seen him
this agitated before.

Open man!
Open man!

[ Cheering ]

That's not good,
right?No.

Go, Booth!Wooh-wooh!

[ Referee ] All right.
Let's go here.

Ooh, Wendell might
get a basket.

[ Booth ]
Elbow, ref! Elbow!

Ooh, is Wendell
okay?That can't be legal.

- It definitely is not.
- [ Blows Whistle ]

[ Player ]
Come on, ref.
You gotta call that.

Come on.
What are you doin', Carlson?

Wanna go?
Come on.
Come on.

Let's go.
Come on. Let's go!

- [ Players Chattering ]
- [ Brennan ] Whoa.
- [ Player ] Come on, Booth!

You're a dirty player,
Carlson!
[ Grunts ]

- Come on, ref.
Stop the fight.
- Get your hands free!

- Get your hands free!
- Come on, Carlson.
You got him!

Hit him!

Don't take shots
at my guys.
You got that?

It ends here,
okay, Carlson?

- Oh!
- Ooh!

- Oh!
- [ Grunts ]
- Ends here!

- Booth seems to be winning.
- Well, it's not Booth
I'm worried about.

This guy's out of control! Come on, ref!

Hey, hey! I'm gonna have to call
a game misconduct on that one.

Get up off the ice,
we'll finish this
in the parkin' lot.

If you did your job,
I wouldn't have
to do it for you.

Go on.Look at him.
He's hittin' my guys!

- [ Player ]
You all right, buddy?
- [ Booth ] Son of a bitch.

[ Man ] All right. [ Woman ] Okay, man.

Here we go.Get up. You all right?
[ Groans ]

Uh, did I score, man?Oh, yeah.

You had a hat trick.
Come on.
[ Groans ]

I do not know
how I feel about this.

- It's very primal.
- I like it...

just a little too much.

[ Woman ] Come on, team. [ Player ]
Come on. Let's focus.

[ Booth, Groans ]
So, you still
seein' double?

- Only when I open
more than one eye.
- [ Laughs ]

- Your hand's busted.
- Yeah, well, you know.
Guy left his helmet on.

- Hey, you two all right?
- [ Men Chuckling, Chattering ]

- Wow.
- What?

Wanna wait outside?Your hand might be broken.
You want me to look at it?

No, it's all right.
You can wait outside,
please.

It's a men's
locker room, Bones. [ Man ] Bye.

[ Man ]
There comes a time
in ice fishing...

when it's time for the father
to turn the drilling
over to his son.

[ Chuckles ]
Man, this is a great day.

Hey, you give me beer,
let me run the auger.Yep. [ Sighs ]

You're 18, Leo.
You start drillin' holes,
it's safety first.

You got me?Yeah.

Nothin' I'm saying here
applies only to ice augers.
You get me?

Oh.
[ Chuckles ]
All right.

Good. You know, that way
you don't fall through
the ice and die...

or get a disease
or get pregnant--

Dad, come on.[ Clears Throat ]

Go ahead.All right.

Attaboy.
Keep her perpendicular!

[ Drilling Continues ]Once you get in
a little bit,

you can speed her up,
let 'er rip.[ Chuckles ]

All right.
Let her rip.

Dad, she--
she's bleeding.

- Uh, she's bleeding. Look!
- Pull out. Pull out!

[ Motor Stops ]

Oh, I hope
that's a fish.

You better go wait
in the truck.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]What do you think
there, Bones?

I would surmise that the body
went into the lake before
it froze, then the lake froze,

then the body floated up
and became attached
to the bottom of the ice.

- I meant, was he murdered?
- Oh. Um, maybe.

Could've been...
an accident or a suicide,
except--

- You shouldn't do that.
- It itches, okay?

Yeah, well, except for what?

Trauma to the left
maxillary orbit
suggests violence.

- It's kind of gross,
what you're doing.
- Gross?

You got your finger
in some guy's maxillary orbit.

I don't think there's anything
else to be learned here, so...

let's get this Popsicle
back to the lab.

- Hey, look at that.
Bones made a joke.
- Well, I can be quite amusing.

- Wait a second.
- Booth, you aren't
wearing any gloves.

Bones, I-- Remember that guy
I punched out last month
during my hockey game?

Pete Carlson?Yes, when you broke
your hand.

That's him.

I'm a suspect. Here.

Given that Agent Booth
is currently the prime suspect
in this murder--

Uh, we don't know it's murder.Huh, look at that.
I'm the prime suspect.

Agent Payton Perotta here will
be working with Dr. Brennan.

I won't work the case
without Booth.

In that case,
I invite Agent Booth's
continued participation--

in the background,
as an adviser.

Agent Payton Perotta
has earned bachelor's degrees...

in both forensic science
and criminology.

Well, anything short
of a doctorate is virtually
useless at my level.

- [ Caroline ] How would you
like to proceed, darlin'?
- Well, it's pretty obvious.

We definitely wanna interrogate
the primary suspect, right?

[ Quietly ]
Yep.

Based on decomp,
I'd put time of death...

at about five days
prior to freezing.

Local cops say the lake
froze over three weeks ago.

Aside from some dormant
Anophelesmosquito larvae,

I imagine whatever the water
from the lake tells us,

it'll be through a microscope.

If Booth is a suspect,
then I should be too.
This guy scrambled my brains.

Your alibi is that
you were seeing double...

and being taken care of
by your mother.

I'll get on the fluid samples
you took from the lungs
and esophagus.

Could be the vic
was drowned somewhere else
and then dumped in the lake.

No. Drowning's not the way
Booth would kill someone.

Not... that
I actually...

suspect Booth...
at all.

Quit staring at me.

In the course of the game,
the victim and I
exchanged blows.

Who initiated the fight?It was hockey.

So it was
spontaneous combustion?

The guy hit
two of my players.

The ref-- he didn't
catch that.

And that made you angry.

Not angry enough, you know,

to chase him down
after the game and kill him.

Where'd you go after the game?Uh, Bones drove me and Wendell
to the hospital.

So no alibi that night
or the next?

Bones and I
are just partners. [ Writing, Stops ]

Okay. Now you're
answering questions
I had no intention of asking.

Is it your contention that, uh,
your argument with the victim
was constrained to the ice?

That is my contention.Mmm.

'Cause I have a-a witness...

who stated you told Carlson,
and I quote,

"You get up off that ice...

and we'll settle this
out in the parking lot."

Trash-talking.

- Let me cut to the chase here.
Did you kill Pete Carlson?
- No.

- Did you dump his body
in the lake?
- No. I did not, Agent Perotta.

Do you feel that
your experience as the child
of an abusive alcoholic...

has made you more prone
to violence?

Excuse me.

What the hell are youdoing?

It's part of my job to assist
the interrogating agent.

You know I didn't murder anyone.
So what you're doin' right now
is you're just studying me.

That's part of our agreement.

You have a question for me,
you ask me yourself.
Don't use her.

All right. Okay.
Two questions.

One: Am I picking up
some sexual tension
between you and Agent Perotta?

How the hell do I know
what you're pickin' up?

Okay. Uh, two:

Underneath
your affable exterior...

is a deep reservoir of rage.

My question is, do you always
have that under control?

You know if I didn't,
you'd be dead right now
instead of just wincing.

- I'm not wincing.
- Well, don't ever bring
my old man up again.

[ Door Slams ]

Rats! I winced. [ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]

So--
[ Clears Throat ]

do youhave
any more questions?

Thank you.

[ Earpiece Hits Table ][ Chuckles ]
Yeah. Uh--

- You work out much?
- Yeah, I'm pretty consistent.

You look like you take
excellent care of yourself.

Okay, this is useless.

Both patellas are fractured.As though he'd fallen
to his knees?

Yeah, with a great deal
of force.

- During a hockey game?
- No. Not if he wore pads.

I believe that this
is the cause of death.

Penetration of
the lachrymal sac here,

deep into the inferior
orbital fissure.

Yeah, I would've thought
a small-caliber bullet, but--

No sign
of bullet fragments.Yeah.

This is Pete's apartment.
He wasn't the best housekeeper.

Miss Withers, was Mr. Carlson
up-to-date on his rent?

Ah, good question.
Great start.

Uh, yes, mostly--
500 bucks short.

He didn't need much.
He was a big kid at heart.

Poor Pete.

What he really loved
was hockey.

I wouldn't be surprised
if that's why he joined
the volunteer fire department.

I even got him
this necklace.

- Some crossed hockey sticks.
- [ Camera Shutter Clicks ]

- You attended his games?
- Oh, all of 'em. Yeah.

You were a couple?

It looks like someone went
through all of his belongings
and then left them on the floor.

Oh, it always
looked like that.

The car outside
with the flat tires--
is that his?

Yeah. Somebody slashed the tires
just before he disappeared.

Why didn't you
report him missing?

I thought, maybe, mmm--

I thought he was staying
with someone else.

There's a lot of bills here:
"Final Notice," "Past Due."

Looks like
he couldn't afford
to feed his fish either.

"Albie-- Thursday, 11:00 p.m."

- Do you know who Albie is?
- I don't know.

- This is blood.
- It's a hockey jersey, Bones.

Hockey players bleed sometimes
when they play the game.

Miss Withers, how bad
were his financial problems?

Well, a couple days
before Pete disappeared,

he asked me for $2,000.

Did he say what for?

He liked me, you know?

He was one of these guys--
He-- He didn't say much,

but he could be real sweet.

And a man borrows money
from a woman--

it means there's a bond
of trust, right?

I don't understand
your reasoning.I do.

It's definitely
a... bond of trust.
You're absolutely right.

We're terribly sorry
for your loss.

Is that our victim?Yes.

The last
of the tissue samples.

Wendell can clean
the skeleton now,
and you can do your thing.

Oh, you still think the cause
of death was a projectile
through the left eye?

Yes, but since
we found no bullet,
nor any indication...

of gunpowder residue
in the wound, we're stumped
as to what kind of projectile.

The alveolus
around the incisor is cracked,
the socket caked with blood.

- This is a recent loss.
- Well, he was a hockey player.

- So basically we're talking
about gladiators.
- And I love it.

Perhaps the sight
of males battling...

stimulates the part
of your brain...

which has so far failed
to find a suitable mate.

And thank God you're here.

The water I found
in the victim's esophagus--
not from the lake.

Lake water
is microorganism infested.

Water in his throat--
deionized brine water.

He was killed,
then dumped in the ocean,
then dumped in the lake?

Deionized brine water
freezes clear. Contains
an anti-freezing agent--

- which I know sounds
counterintuitive--
- Ice rinks!

[ Chuckles ]

Kind of jumped my punch line
there, Dr. B. But yes.

We should see what rinks
are closest to the lake.It's the one Booth played at.

I find it interesting
that the evidence keeps
pointing toward Booth.

- Pete Carlson was murdered?
- Pete-- he's indestructible.

Not so indestructible.
This guy took him down
a few notches.

Made him stay down too.It was the heat of the game.
Your guy crossed the line.

Yeah, he was our enforcer.
Took the job real serious.

Well, whoever got Pete
must've got a drop on him.
Pete wouldn't go easy.

You mind my asking why nobody
reported him missing?

The night after
you flattened Pete, we go
up against the state police.

Pete gets into a beef
with a big state police
left-winger.

'Cause you handed him his ass
on a platter, Pete maybe had
somethin' to prove that night.

- You got a name?
- Hey, Alex!

Yo! Come here.

The Fuzz player that Pete got
into it with his last game--
you remember his name?

- Yeah. Lou Herrin, Number Five.
- So Pete took Herrin down
with a real cheap shot.

He got tossed out
the rest of the season.

Any chance that Pete
and this guy Herrin continued
their fight off the ice?

People threaten.Yeah, but nobody
carries through.

Yeah. Keep it
on the ice, right?

If I were you,
I would talk to Chloe.Who's Chloe?

- [ Player ] Chloe Bratton.
- [ Player #2 ]
Chloe's a puck bunny.

Her and Pete put in some
quality mattress time
before he dumped her.

Well, a mattress really isn't,
uh, Chloe's style, but, uh--
No offense.

None taken.
Favor backseats myself.

[ Chuckles ]

I can't believe Pete's gone.

How long ago
did you two break up?Break up?

- We didn't break up.
- His teammates
think you did.

No. We had this on-again,
off-again thing.

It was casual. No biggie.So-So you didn't mind that
he slept with different women?

I wouldn't have minded
if he did, but I happen
to know he didn't.

Oh, I happen to know
that he did.

- [ Quietly ] Right.
- Who?

Oh, it doesn't matter, does it,
given that your relationship
was so, um, casual?

- You slashed his tires,
didn't you?
- Agent Booth.

- No.
- We can prove you did it,
Chloe. So here's the deal.

You tell us
the truth from now on,
and we won't charge you...

with vandalism
and obstruction
of justice, okay?

Let's try this again.
You slashed--Agent Booth.

[ Quietly ]
Yes.
Of course.

Let's try this again.
You slashed his tires,
didn't you?

Yes.

I mean, he was sleeping
with someone else.

I got passions
that take over sometimes.

You know how it is when the guy
you give yourself to just goes
off with someone else.

- Who's, um, Albie?
- Albie?

Albie runs this poker game
in back of a Chinese food joint
off I Street.

Probably why Pete was broke
all the time. So who'd you say
Pete was sleeping with?

I think we've got
enough information
for today, Miss Bratton.

- Thank you very much
for your cooperation.
- [ Booth ] Thanks.

[ Saroyan ] Any luck
with the murder weapon?Yes.

We are certain
it is not a screwdriver.

Well, the blood
on the victim's jersey
was all his own.

The rib cage
has been bruised.It has?

Yes.
See this vague pattern
of bone bruising?

[ Wendell ]
Yeah, it extends
from the right clavicle...

through anterior ribs
four through eight.

He was...
struck repeatedly.

What, by a hockey stick?
During the game maybe?

Not during.
The, um, padding would prevent
that kind of bruising.

I'll take a closer look.
Uh, I can't believe
I missed that.

[ Mouths Word ]

No, I can't believe
you missed that either.

I was signaling you
to encourage Wendell...

by saying, "Anyone could've
missed that," but--

You should've said so.

Booth says I stink
at nonverbal communication.

[ Whispering ]
She said in the back.

Okay. Just don't be pullin'
your gun until you go
through the kitchen,

or mama-san there
is gonna hit
the panic button.

Got it? Okay, just go.

[ Murmurs ]

So you're ready to risk
a gunfight with your weapon
in the wrong hand.

I don't have a wrong hand.I'm curious.

When you shoot with your
left hand, does it feel like
somebody else is shooting?

Easy!

Ah.

What do we do now?Okay. F.B.I.

Okay, I'd reach
for my badge right now,
but, you know, I--

- Drop your weapons, please.
- Please. The F.B.I.
does not say "please."

Okay, look.
I really don't care
about the illegal gambling.

I just wanna talk
to a guy named Albie...

about a guy
named Pete Carlson.

[ Guns Uncock ]

I'm Albie.

First rule,
don't kill the people
who owe you money.

All you get then
is trouble and no money.

How much money
did Carlson owe you?

Okay. So, you got
your operation
shut down and moved out?

Because I could have
my guys here in about,
what, three minutes...

to mop that back room up.

Pete Carlson
was not a bad player
most of the time,

but, you know,
every once in a while--

He got brave
and lost everything.

- Gamble a bit yourself, do you?
- I'm reformed.

Tell me, when was the last time
Carlson got, um, "brave"?

Last month.
But he paid up in full
a couple of days later.

Cash?

A little garish,
don't you think?

-I don't know where Pete got it,
but it covered his debt.
-I'm gonna have to take this.

If I didn't intend
to give it to you,
you'd never have seen it.

Okay, you gave me the time
I needed to move my operation.
I gave you evidence.

I call us square.

You decide to get back
into the game, you look me up.

Right. Yeah.

Well, we gonna call this in?

Oh, no point.
Like the woman said,
she's moved on.

Hodgins confirmed
that the traces of rink water
in the victim's esophagus--

[ Murmurs ]came from this rink.

Well, how did rink ice
get into his throat?He was beaten,

then a sharp instrument
was thrust into his eye.

There should be...
blood stains.

You're going to scan the ice
with one little wand?

I'll call an F.B.I.
forensics team. We'll have
the whole place searched.

No need. All you need
is black light, right?

Yes.Right? I got
a great idea. Just--

Whoa.Stay here. It's very
slippery. Don't move.

[ Booth ]
Ready? How's that, huh? [ Brennan ] Nice.

[ Perotta ]
Wow.Gonna work?

Well, I see some, uh,
flecks of blood.

No, we're looking
for something bigger than
these small specks and spots.

If the victim was stabbed
in the eye, we're looking
for a pretty significant puddle.

Two guys get into
a beef, then they put
their street clothes on...

and then come back here
on the ice and duke it out?

Booth.Yeah.

[ Booth ] Whoa. [ Perotta ]
Oh, my God.

This is going to turn out
to be where Pete Carlson
was murdered.

[ Device Beeps ]This is all the ice
from the crime scene,

including the scrapings
from the Zamboni.

We should be able to get enough
D.N.A. out of this to confirm
the blood is Carlson's.

Whoa.
Human tooth.

It's hockey.
That Zamboni probably had
a hundred teeth in there.

Looks like we found where
the tooth fairy winters.

[ Sighs ]
Did you find a match yet? Just started.

Shows it's definitely
the victim's blood.

I still haven't found
the murder weapon.

I still haven't identified
the nylon polymer I found
on the victim's shirt.

So I've looked at, like,
a thousand photos...

of those blood patterns
at the rink and tons
from the apartment.

- Why? What are you lookin' for?
- Here's a blood pattern
at the rink.

The body was dragged
in that direction.

Yeah, the body was dragged
that way, but what are
those drops over there?

What drops?Those drops
right there.

They parallel the dragging body.
And they aren't smeared.

These parallel drops
aren't from the victim.

They're from whoever
dragged him across the ice.

Well, that means
we have to check for more
than just Pete's D.N.A.

Too bad we can't question
the fish.

- What killed those fish?
- Not eating for three weeks?

If that happened,
they would eat each other.

Oh--

Grab your coat.
We're goin' on a field trip.

And tell Cam to check the rink
samples to find out if there was
a second source of D.N.A.

I-I'm not really
a big fan of this...

"barking out orders" stuff.

[ Cell Phone Beeping ]

[ Sweets ]
Agent Booth? [ Booth ] Mmm?

It's come to the attention
of the deputy director...

that you are a viable suspect
in a murder case.

Right. Okay, and he
wants you to make sure
that I'm notviable.

That's correct.Come on, Sweets. You know
I didn't kill anyone.

So, you know,
put that in shrink talk,

and... write out
your little form
and send it in.

Mmm. Mm-hmm. Yes, of course.
But to do that,

- I need to ask you
some questions.
- [ Sighs ]

All right.
[ Clears Throat ]
Shoot.

I saw you in that game.
You beat another man to the ice.

It's hockey.
I was protecting
my teammate.

- You broke your hand
on his helmet.
- It's hockey,okay?

- You never played, did you?
- Oh, I've run track
and cross-country...

and did some wrestling
and ch-- [ Laughing ]

Chess. No.

- Checkers?
- Didn't say that.

You know what?
Then you know nothing.
It's about teams,okay?

And teamwork?Obviously
you don't know anything
about that, Dr. Sweets.

Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

You joined the army.
You became a sniper.

- Mm-hmm.
- You joined the F.B.I.

Do you see the, uh-- the binding
element in those choices?

It's violence.

Or the love of uniforms.
You ever think that?

Agent Booth-- [ Sighs ]

I believe that you are ready
to confront the fact...

that the violence you may have
suffered in childhood--

You know what?has followed you
into adulthood.

Fill out the form.

[ Knocking ]

- Not now.
- Hiya, Sweets.

Uh, if you're about
finished here, Booth--

In accordance with the warrant
youmade me get,

Pete Carlson's
phone records are here.

Miss Julian, actually,
I'm the one that decides
when we're done here.

Of course you are,chéri.
No offense intended.

I'll be deliverin'
the phone records
to Agent Perotta.

- I thought I'd do that
in your office.
- Thanks, chérie.

We're done.

Well, ye-- We are done,
but that was just a coincidence.

Sweets, I've killed,
but I've never murdered before.

Look up the difference
in your little black book
there, okay?

[ Door Closes ]

This is legal,
right?Absolutely.

[ Wendell ]
Okay.

[ Door Closes ]

None of 'em
look nibbled on.

Oh, man, they should've
gone at each other...

like a Peruvian soccer team
stranded in the Andes.

Then they all died
at the same time.

- I don't see
what this is gonna tell us.
- How they died?

- No, no. I--
I mean, about the case.
- Ooh, hoo, hoo.

If Brennan were here,
she'd smack your face.

Her philosophy is,
we find out the facts
about everything,

then see how
it fits together.

Photo opportunity.Oh.

Pete made eight calls
right after the game,
but the same number.

- Lou Herrin-- who's that?
- Oh, sergeant
in the state cops.

He exchanged blows
with the victim
the night that he died.

Make it official.
Question the cop.

Let's get some leverage
on the guy first--
put him at the murder scene.

- Get a warrant
to test his D.N.A.
- Here we go.

Get a warrant for this,
Miss Julian.
Get a warrant for that.

You need groundsfor a warrant,
chérie.Don't they teach that
at Quantico anymore?

What grounds have you got
for that warrant?

None. Nothin'.
You're just wishin'.

I know how to get some blood
out of this Herrin.

- Legally?
- Yeah. Of course, legally.

- How?
- Well, there's a big game
tonight, right?

And sometimes,
durin' a game,

people bleed, huh?

-[ Sighs ]
I don't like it.
-Then you don't have to show up.

[ Sawing Continues ]

[ Exhales ]

Whoa. What are you doin', man?What does it look like
I'm doin'?

Think that's a good idea?
You got another couple
of weeks on that cast.

Well, considering
I can't play with a cast on,
yeah, it's a great idea.

You clear about the plan?

If somebody bleeds,
I collect a sample,

put it in a bag and
pass it off to Dr. Brennan.

Lou Herrin, Number Five--
he's our prime suspect.

And I gotta make him bleed. [ Cast Cracking ]

[ Players Chattering ]

- You've worked with Booth
for a while now, right?
- Mm-hmm.

Is he the kind of guy
that, uh, you know,
I mean--

Is he... flirty?Flirty?

Twinkly eyes actually result
when the pupils dilate
very wide,

which is an unconscious result
of intense interest
or sexual attraction.

So, no, he doesn't
twinkle at everyone.

No.All right.

[ Whistle Blows ]

- Is that the guy?
- That's him.
Lou Herrin, Number Five.

Wow. Do you think
he even knows
how to bleed?

Just keep your head up,
all right? [ Whistle Blows ]

Ow!

[ Player ]
Come on.
You should've called that.

[ Player #2 ]
Pass it up.
That's a trip!

[ Both Grunting ]

[ Booth ]
Keep your head up, Herrin.

[ Brennan Shudders ]

Man, what's your problem?

I got a little chip, all right?
It's Flyer hockey, pal.
This guy's hard to get mad.

Man, he's maybe the only one
who hasn't shed a drop.

[ Players Chattering ]

Stay outta my crease.Keep your head up, huh?

[ Grunts ]

- Take a warning, pal.
- [ Strains ]

I think I'm finally
gettin' to this guy.

Yeah.
Hope you survive it!

[ Both Grunting ]

Ah!
[ Groans ]

- Taking a little break?
- [ Sighs ]

- Luc Robitaille?
- Seeley Booth.

- Right.
- Let's go. Let's play.

Right.

You're the greatest left-winger
of all time.

And you're the best player
on your team,
for what that's worth.

All right, let's go.
Come on. Let's play. [ Stick Raps On Ice ]

[ Robitaille ]
There we go.

Come on.
Show me something.

Head up. Attaboy.

Come on.
Move, move, move,
move, move! Let's go.

Whoa. Wait a second.
I can't play hockey with you.
I gotta solve a murder.

You know, Booth,

it's not about the blood.

[ Booth ]
It's the best forensic clue.

- Forget the blood.
- Then what?

You know what makes a team.

Look at the team. It's about
what brings a team together.

The team.
Look at the team.

All right, let's go.
One-on-one. [ Stick Raps On Ice ]

Let's see what you got.
Come on, B.

Whoa! Aw, geez.
I thought I could
get by you there again.

- You'll never get by me.
- Right.

Now listen, Booth.
You're not your father, okay?

You protect
the ones you care about
on the ice and off the ice.

That's who you are.

You're not
your father, Booth.

[ Echoing ]
You're not your father. [ Brennan ] Booth?

You're not your father. Booth?

Booth?

Booth?

Bones, what are you doin'
on the ice?

Well, I get nervous
when you fall down
and don't get up.

Come on.Here.[ Sighs ]

Up you go, buddy.
Come on.Come on.

- Good work, Bones.
- But I'm Bones.

[ Whirring, Stops ]

Ugh. Smells like fish in here.

Yeah. It's the victim's
goldfish.

They died
of ammonia poisoning.

How did that happen?I don't know.

Maybe the victim
washed his aquarium
with window cleaner?

I don't know. How are things
with you and Roxy?

Oh, good. Good.

Taking it slow, you know.

Letting things unfold in a--

Are you seeing
anybody?I, um--

Actually-- [ Chuckles ]
went out on a date last night.

Oh. I'm glad to hear that.

Any little twinge there?

Definitely
a little twinge, yeah, but...

despite the twinge,
I'm glad you're back
in the saddle.

Oh, I'm not back
in the saddle exactly.
It was just a first date.

Barely got out
of the barn.[ Laughs ]

You saw the victim's
apartment, right?

Yes. Yeah, yeah.
It was a pigsty.

I don't think that guy
cleaned anything--

not with ammonia,
not with anything.

I came as soon as I heard
Booth had a brain injury.

What-- What part
of your head hurts?The part above my shoulders.

The doctor said
he has a concussion.
He shouldn't fall asleep.

Otherwise, not serious.

- Tell him about
the hallucination.
- You hallucinated?

Luc Robitaille gave me advice.

- You got advice
on a murder case from--
- What did he say?

He said, "Don't worry about
the-- the player's blood."

Oh. That's very interesting.

Lucky Luc told me to look
in a different direction.

[ Sweets ] That's interesting.Stop saying that.
Just-- Stop.

Preliminary D.N.A. tests
show that the blood mixed in
with the victim's...

did not belong
to Lou Herrin.

- Lucky Luc was right.
- No, all that means...

is that you got your brains
scrambled for nothing.

No, Lucky Luc is never wrong.

This hallucination could be,
uh, Booth's subconscious
speaking to him...

through the voice
and image of someone
that he idolizes.

Like a modern version
of a vision quest?

Oh, you know what?
Hallucination or not--
[ Groans ]

Lucky Luc-- he told me
somethin' about myself that--

- He told me something.
- I'd be very interested
in knowing what he said.

Lucky for me, you're never
gonna find out...

because Bones is gonna
drive me home--

What?and get me soup.
[ Groans ]

[ Hodgins ] There's gotta be
some reason these fish
died of ammonia poisoning.

Last time I did this,
I ended up in juvie hall
over the weekend.

What?What? Uh, nothing.

Whoa.Wow.

Buried treasure.What do we do now?

Find out why the hell
he was hiding jewelry
in a fish tank.

Have any of you
ever heard of something
called "chain of evidence"?

Miss Julian--

Why didn't you go
with these two idiots
to the victim's home?

- Please don't call
my people idiots.
- We're not idiots.

- I feel like an idiot.
- You don't speak right now--
either of you.

[ Saroyan ]
It's a crime scene.

My people are very often
at crime scenes.
It's what we do.

No, it's not.
You've got it in your heads
that you're crime-scene types.

This is Booth's fault
for indulging your fantasies.
You are not crime-scene types.

- You are lab rats.
- No chain of evidence
was broken.

When Dr. Hodgins
and Mr. Bray found the items,
they immediately called me.

I called Booth, and when
his head hurt too much to talk
to me, I called Agent Perotta.

- Miss Julian.
- What?

A photograph of dead fish
led them to this.

I think that kind of brilliance
is worth it.

You've been taken hostage
by the squints, Agent Perotta.

Turns out these items
were reported destroyed
in a fire.

The victim was a fireman.

The F.B.I. could check
to see if the Firedawgs
put out that fire.

Stole from the fire,
cleaned off with ammonia.

Hidden in the aquarium,
killed the fish.

Okay. Now youare straying
out of your territory.

No. They got it right.

The bracelet Agents Booth
and Perotta recovered
from the victim's loan shark...

was reported destroyed
by that same fire.

- Hmm. My people were right.
- [ Together ] Your people?

- [ Together ]
We're Booth's people.
- Hmm.

[ Groans ]

[ Sighing ]

They're on the Firedawgs,

but they also played on
the same high school team.

[ Quietly ]
What brings them together, eh? [ Door Opens ]

I'm back.

[ Door Closes ][ Continues Quietly ]
Hey, what brings them together?

What brings
the team together?

So I got the soup
from the place.
And yes, I told "Mama"...

that it was
for you especially.
[ Clears Throat ]

[ Quietly ] It's all about
the team there. It's all--

What are you doing?It's all about the team there.

Bones, it's all about
the team there. They--

These four guys-- they all
played hockey together
in high school,

and now they all play together
as a team.

They're all firemen?Yeah, they all worked
the jewelry store fire.

One of these three guys
is the murderer.

According to Mr. Lucky?[ Pen Clatters ]

Ow. It's Luc, okay? It is--

I-It's not "Mr. Lucky."
It is Luc Robitaille.

Left wing. Great shot.

Luc Robitaille.
He's one of the best
left-wingers of all time.

- What is this?
- It's a lace puller. Why?

I think it might be
the murder weapon.

We want to discuss
the jewelry store fire.

I want a lawyer.What for, Alex?

- We didn't do anything wrong.
None of us did.
- What about Pete?

He break some kind
of fireman code,
somethin' like that?

Yeah, somethin'
like that.

I've got nothin' to say about
any of this. I want a lawyer.

We know Carlson was beaten
with a hockey stick,

after which, a lace puller
entered his brain
through his eye and killed him.

What about your dream, Ed?

You were gonna play
for the NHL, right?

"Local Player Scouted
by the NHL." Look at that one.

Oh, this one's good too:
"Fralic's Hat Trick Wins Game."

I got injured.

This injury would end
any chance of a career
in professional hockey.

- What does that have to do
with anything?
- Look, I got hurt.

Now I sell siding and play
hockey on the weekends.Why rub his face in the past?

Who ruined you?

Pete Carlson.

- It was Pete.
- You all knew about
the stolen jewelry?

Question is,
how many of you were there
the night he was killed?

None of us.
Nobody here had anything
to do with that.

We have the hockey stick,
the murder weapon and D.N.A.

It's only a matter of time.

Yeah.

- What?
- It was me.

I asked
to meet Pete on the ice
after everybody left.

I told him to give back
the stolen jewelry.

And he said to me--
He--

He said to me
that I was a--
a coward,

that I didn't do
anything to him...

back in the day
when he wrecked my life...

and I wouldn't do
anything to him now.

Well, he was wrong.

- I'm not positive
this is a good idea.
- [ Booth Chuckles ]

[ Yelps ]Oh, I gotcha! I gotcha.
Stay up here.

[ Laughing ]Okay. It's all right.
Here we go. One more.

You know what?
I gotta stay up
all night.

So who better to keep me
company than you?[ Laughing ]

You and me skating is saving you
from slipping into a coma?Oh--

Ah-Ah! Easy, Bones. Now
I'mgonna go down.

I have a lot of natural
athletic ability.

Oh, yeah. Natural. I can--
I can see that.[ Chuckles ]

Real smooth and natural.
That's it.

Relax. Oh.[ Yelps ]

That Agent Perotta--
she really enjoyed
working with us.

Yeah.But, um,

you're the only F.B.I. agent
I want to work with.

- Will you tell me what the--
Lucky Luciano told you?
- He's not an opera singer.

Why do you always
say that wrong? You do it
on purpose, don't you?

I would like to know
what he said.

He said that I'm not like...
my old man.

He said I'm made
of better stuff.

Well, I don't know
your "old man"--
your father--

but...

I think you're made of
very, very good stuff.

Hey, know what? Forget about
Agent Perotta, all right?

Nothing's gonna change
between me and you.

Well, entropy is a natural force
that pulls everything apart
at a subatomic level.

Everything changes.
Don't!Not everything, Bones.

[ Yelps ][ Laughing ]
Not everything.

You're gonna
make me fall.I'm never gonna make you fall.

I'm always here. You kiddin' me?This is kinda fun
actually.

Yes, see, I can--
Watch, here comes the big spin.Uh-oh.

[ Brennan Laughs ]
Whoa![ Chattering ] Go easy.

What's that mean?