14x11 - The Lost Reindeer

[bunniefuu]

Once upon a time, there was a reindeer named Winston.

(bells jingling)

Winston was lost.

He wandered the city instead of delivering toys in the frost.

(camera shutters clicking)

Did you get it?

(reindeer grunts)

Winston searched every roof and chimney.

(women gasping)

Where, oh, where could jolly Santa be?

(siren wails in distance)

Thank you.

(heavy sigh)

BRASS: Happy holidays.

RUSSELL: Not for Santa, I hear.

BRASS: There's gonna be a lot of disappointed kids this year.

RUSSELL: Wow. Snow in Vegas.

Well, this White Christmas is brought to you courtesy of the Winter Wonderland Company-- the employee Jayson Walt, he's over there.

Reindeer wrangler, snowmaker, jack-of-all-trades.

He comes to work this morning, finds a dead Santa and a missing reindeer.

They went all out.

Patrol found Dasher about an hour ago on the Strip, blood in his fur.

Animal Control brought him here, and Jayson Walt identified him as Dasher.

David Phillips has the I.D. on the dead guy.

Good luck.

David, got a name yet?

Lucky for us the victim is not a Secret Santa.

He's got business cards, everything.

"Brad Fante-- your friendly neighborhood I.T. guy."

Works for Bonham Realty.

Must have been the company Kringle.

Liver temp tells me he d*ed between 12:00 and 1:00 a.m.

And both femoral arteries were severed.

So he bled out.

What are those, bloody hoofprints?

Looks like it.

So the reindeer sees Santa here die violently, breaks out of the pen, tracks through the fresh blood.

And I thought Rudolph had it bad.

There's blood on the runner here.

He was definitely run over by the sleigh.

Uh... Russell?

I got a lot of blood at his back.

Could you help me flip him?

(Phillips grunts)

(sighs heavily)

Five sharp-force injuries.

That's a lot of blood, so he was still alive when he was stabbed.

This is not an accident.

Grandma may have gotten run over by a reindeer, but Santa got "sleighed."

♪ CSI 14x11 ♪

The Lost Reindeer Original Air Date on December 11, 2013

♪ Who... are you?

♪ Who, who, who, who?

♪ Who... are you?

♪ Who, who, who, who?

♪ I really wanna know

♪ Who... are you?

♪ Oh-oh-oh

♪ Who... ♪
♪ Come on, tell me who are you, you, you ♪
♪ Are you!

SANDERS: It's already 50 degrees, the sun's still rising.

It's supposed to get up to 70 today.

Say good-bye to the snow.

SANDERS: Our main priority is to record and preserve-- analyze everything when we get back to the lab.

Are we good for shoe impressions?

Good?

To collect them from the snow.

I'm guessing you didn't process many cold scenes in L.A.

(laughs) Try none.

All right, well, heat is usually the battle here in Vegas, but today it's snow.

Blood doesn't read the same way, the drops blend in, no spines, and prints don't lift easily.

Yeah, makes sense.

So we are going to need liquid cold wax to process any impressions, and dry ice, too.

All right.

I'll call Hodges and have him bring it on over.

Right this way.

Hi. I'm Ryan Bonham.

Sorry I kept you waiting.

I had to check on my son Blake.

I, uh, just can't believe all this.

No. It's a hell of a thing.

Sorry, I'm gonna have to ask you a few questions here.

How well did you know the victim, Mr. Fante?

I didn't know him that well--

I mean, he'd been with my company for a few months.

He was all psyched to organize the Christmas party.

Get along with the other employees?

Oh, yeah.

Brad worked miracles with computers.

Everyone loved him.

He made a perfect Santa.

Is there anything you can tell me about last night?

Not really, no.

I mean, you know, the company had a great year, everybody was partying, they were happy.

And then around 9:00, I went upstairs to put Blake to bed.

He's six now. Christmas is a bit of a tough time for him.

Mm.

For me, too.

My, uh... my wife d*ed... two years ago, Christmas Eve.

Sorry to hear that.

Yeah.

Uh, anyway, like I said, I stayed with him, I fell asleep, the sirens woke me up, and I looked out my window... yeah, I thought I'd seen my share of Christmas tragedy in my life, but...

I guess not.

You had a long night, huh, Dash? Yeah.

Bet you're hungry, huh?

That's all right, we're gonna get you some grub.

Yeah, we'll get you some food.

Mr. Walt?

Yeah, that's me.

Hey. I'm, uh, CSI Sanders.

I'm here to... process your reindeer.

Process? You don't mean put him down?

No, I...just need to collect a sample of blood from his fur.

Why?

Well, he walked through a crime scene, and the blood could be from our victim or even from our k*ller.

Okay.

(grunting)

It's okay, boy.

It's just a little cotton on a stick.

Good.

Do you always leave your reindeer out at night?

Oh, yeah, yeah, they like it.

Yeah, what with the snow?

Reminds them of Iceland.

Only place in the world you can find real reindeer.

Yeah, they sleep by the glaciers.

Hey, you think Dasher saw who did it?

Um... it's... certainly possible.

You know, I saw this thing on the news.

They're giving MRI's to dogs now.

Their brains are a lot like ours.

So old Dasher here, he can't tell us what he saw, but, you know, maybe someday we'll know what he's thinking.

All right, well, uh...

I think I got what I need. Thanks.

Hey, Dash.

Good boy. That was good.

Yeah.

You got something?

HODGES: Yeah, partial boot impression.

I checked it against Santa's-- it's not his.

Blood drop inside.

Got blood drops over here as well.

Man, Greg was right.

You can't tell directionality.

But they are close to where the body was.

Could be gravitational.

Suggests... this is the area where it all happened.

Santa gets stabbed in the back, grabs at his wounds, trying to stop the bleeding, but the blood is flowing.

Bumps into the sled, dislodges it.

Sled slides downhill and...

And the elf kingdom weeps.

Time for our trusty ice wax.

I had to use this in the infamous Mount Charleston Chalet m*rder.

Death by ski pole.

Long story.

So, how does it work exactly?

The wax preserves the impression, insulating the snow, preventing any loss of detail caused by heat from the exothermic reaction of the casting material.

And... voilà-- frosty cast.

Nice. Um, what about the blood drops?

You can take them to go.

All right.

Why do you think Santa was hanging out here all by his lonesome after the party?

He was probably recovering from the forced levity of a hyper-commercialized holiday that's lost all sense of wonder.

Wow.

Somebody got a lot of coal in his stocking as a kid.

I wish.

Instead of regaling me with stories of Santa, my scientist father lectured me on the implausibility of the whole thing.

What, he didn't think a fat man in a sled could make it around the world in one night?

He also had a problem with the climate damage caused by toy factories in the North Pole.

God, I hope I don't have you as my Secret Santa. (chuckles)

I can't believe we're actually doing it again this year.

Must be Bonham's kid.

I wonder if he saw anything.

BRODY: I don't think anybody's talked to him yet.

Maybe we should take a sh*t at it.

Aren't vaguely Dickensian suburban kids Russell's department?

(door opens)

Season's greetings, Doctor.

Yeah?

How's it going in here?

Well, our friend here, Mr. Fante, is definitely on someone's naughty list.

Looks like you got Secret Santa'd.

You gonna open it?

Why don't you do the honors for me, Nick.

All right.

(gasps)

Herbal tea.

Mmm.

I think you got Russell.

(both chuckle)

I think our victim got more than a s*ab in the back.

He's got a cut on the cheek, and bruising.

Well, maybe he was punched before he was knifed.

Fiber in the wound.

STOKES: You know, that almost looks synthetic.

k*ller could have been wearing gloves.

The stabbing was particularly vicious.

The k*ller twisted the blade.

Well, that's the personal touch right there.

Okay.

Christmas party, bunch of booze flowing.

Two guys just got in a fight.

I know we got to wait on tox, but... did you find any alcohol in his stomach?

Nope, just milk and cookies.

Mr. Clause was a teetotaler.

Okay, there goes the drunken-brawl theory.

But one thing is for sure.

Jolly St. Nick here must have pissed somebody off.

WOMAN: "Winston looked east,

"and he looked west.

"He saw a light in the distance, "maybe a place to rest.

Winston..."

(phone ringing)

Whoops. Then Mommy got a call from Daddy, and she had to put the book down.

(laughs)

Phone.

(beep)

Is that your mom?

Uh-huh.

She didn't get to the end of the story.

Yeah.

The Lost Reindeer.

You must watch that a lot.

Did you watch it with your daddy last night?

Yeah. He fell asleep.

He was tired.

Well, after your dad went to sleep, did you happen to see or hear anything outside?

I saw the Christmas tree lights go off downtown.

Well, you know, you got to stay up pretty late.

Do you think maybe you happened to see anything else?

I saw a reindeer.

I did, too, right outside there.

It's pretty awesome, right?

Not that reindeer.

The one in the house.

You saw a reindeer in the house?

On the staircase.

It had its head down, pawing at the floor, so I got scared and shut my door.

I think, young man, what you were experiencing was a dream, REM sleep.

During REM sleep, a pretty awesome brain chemical called acetylcholine becomes active, subduing other neurotransmitters.

Now, this excess acetylcholine is what makes you dream.

So, nothing you saw was real.

Is Santa real?

Yes. Yes.

Santa is very real.

(laughs)

♪

So, what is the snow report?

Uh, DNA from the blood drops in the snow are all a match to our victim, Brad Fante.

And as far as that partial boot print goes, it's from a Timberland, size unknown.

We got a list of all of the shoes worn by the 22 guests who were in attendance at the party.

No match to any of them.

Nor the home owner, Ryan.

Nor our reindeer wrangler.

So, I guess snow's a white-out.

Snow far.

I've been letting it melt so I could strain the water for more trace.

Oh.

I don't think I'll need a strainer for that.

Must have been buried underneath the snow.

Hmm. That looks biological.

Maybe part of the victim's intestine?

Possibly.

I'll run it and find out.

Hey, David, uh...

(clears throat)

It's a good look for you.

The antlers are all business, my friend.

Fiber found in our victim, Brad Fante's, cheek wound.

Made from specific modacrylic polymers and dye.

Used in fake fur and... this.

Reindeer costume.

Purchased at a local costume store, complete with furry hoof gloves.

Now, I'm thinking that some time before he got knifed, our Santa took a left hoof at the party from a pantomime reindeer.

You're kidding me?

If the reindeer glove fits, you need not acquit.

Could also explain what little Blake Bonham saw at the bottom of the stairs.

And maybe our party animal left something behind.

♪

BRODY: Hodges' theory that it was someone in a reindeer costume at Ryan Bonham's party was correct, except for one detail.

Ah. It was a woman.

Looking for her contact lens.

I found it on the staircase, traced the I.D. number.

RUSSELL: Rachel Walker, 23.

No record.

This woman worked at Bonham Realty?

No. Actually, she worked at another fine Vegas establishment-- the Cathedral Strip Club.

Featured dancer.

Miss Reindeer.

Well, that's quite an honor.

According to her bio, she b*at out seven other strippers for the rack.

Antlers. Crown.

I got it. You know, I didn't get the sense that Ryan Bonham's Christmas party was that kind of party, so, why did he have Miss Reindeer at his house?

Well, apparently, Mr. Bonham didn't know anything about it.

I spoke to the strip club.

It was Brad Fante who hired the girl and asked her to come late at night "after all the children were nestled snug in their beds."

So, what are you thinking?

That after the dancing stopped, Santa got a little out of hand?

Yeah, and Miss Reindeer here decided she didn't want to play anymore of his reindeer games.

♪Chestnuts roasting on an open fire... ♪

(gasping)

♪ Jack Frost nipping...

(snorts)

♪ At your nose

♪ Yuletide carols

♪ Being sung by a choir

♪ And folks dressed up

♪ like Eskimos...

I get it, but, enough, all right?

Let's get to the good part.

You asked what happened.

I'm telling you.

I was doing my number, doing my thing for Fante and his buddy.

I was okay with the home movies.

I was not okay with the free p*rn.

What do you think you're doing?

Come on, vixen.

Santa screwing one of his reindeer?

It'll be the greatest sex tape of all time!

Are you getting this, Fred?!

No! No!

(grunts) Get off of me!

(grunts)

Yeah, but a reindeer punching Santa?

That's just wrong.

He had it coming.

I'm no saint, but I'm not a whore.

But you could be a k*ller.

Look, Rachel, I get it, I get it.

You're both professional pole dancers.

You work the stripper pole, he works the North Pole.

So, he paid for a lap dance, and then he wanted to take you to the North Pole, show you the workshop for free.

And he wouldn't take "no" for an answer, so you got in a little tussle, you had to defend yourself-- I get it.

Oh!

I'm telling you, I didn't k*ll him.

Guy wasn't worth it.

After I hit him, I went upstairs, I changed my clothes, and I got out of there.

Rachel, we have tape of you slugging Father Christmas!

I know. Fred Larkin.

He recorded the whole thing.

Go ahead, talk to him.

He's the one that gave me a ride home, bought me breakfast at R.J's.

Fante was alive when we left.

So I go the security cam footage back from R.J.'s diner.

It confirms Rachel Walker and Fred Larkin's story.

Doc said T.O.D. on Brad Fante was between midnight and 1:00 a.m.

So, they definitely have alibis, according to the time stamp.

So, where does that leave us?

With no suspect and a lot of work to do.

Yeah. New bracelet?

That is very observant of you.

Well, it's why they pay me the big bucks.

Come on. You're dying for me to say, "Thank you.

That was so generous."

I don't know what you're talking about.

Yes, you do.

No, I don't.

Okay, well, I'm your Secret Santa.

And I was planning on matching your generosity with something that I think you would really like.

Well, I hate to break your heart, but I'm not your Secret Santa.

Really?

Really.

Well, that's unfortunate.

Very unfortunate for you.

Ah. I hate Christmas.

Hey. Finn said you found some mystery tissue in one of the snow samples I took from the scene.

Not a mystery anymore.

Is it from our victim?

No. In fact, it's not even human.

Sarda Chiliensis Lineolata.

Otherwise known as Pacific Bonito.

Bonito?

Well, they use it in sushi.

Did they serve that at the party?

Well, if so, it's not the only thing that they were serving.

I ran tox on the fish guts.

Found traces of cocaine.

We know Brad Fante organized the office party.

He went off-script hiring Miss Reindeer.

Who knows what else he had planned for the night.

We know he ordered bonito with a side of coke.

We know that he tried to stiff the stripper, in more ways than one.

Well, if he was cheap with the stripper, maybe he stiffed his dealer, too.

Then got stiffed.

STOKES: This is Brad Fante's little helper, Fred Larkin.

Not only did he film the stripper doing her reindeer dance, he also taped most of the party.

So, I've been going through it, hoping I'd see the k*ller getting into some kind of beef with Santa.

What did you find?

Oh, typical Christmas party stuff.

A quiet guy singing, unlikely couple hooking up, office joker crying in his beer.

Anything unexpected?

Yeah. I found two Santas.

Take a look at this.

Here's the first thing I noticed.

Santa pounding a glass of wine.

It's a party. So what?

Well, according to the doc, he didn't drink alcohol.

Stomach contents were just milk and cookies.

So, take a look at this.

This is 20 minutes later.

There's our wine-drinking Santa, and it looks like he gets a phone call.

Now, it must have been pretty important, because I think that's when he ditched the party and lent his suit to Brad Fante, who, as we know, had his own plans for what to do with that.

And how do we know it's the same suit?

Look right here.

The sleeve.

See the stain?

45 minutes later.

Same suit, different watches, different beverages... different Santas.

Well, it's easy for us to tell them apart, because we have this video, we have forensics, but... what if the k*ller couldn't?

Well, we've run out of suspects with motives to k*ll the guy.

Maybe Brad Fante was not the target.

No. No, the target... was this other Santa.

So, who is he?

At Winter Wonderland, we'll create a winter wonderland you'll never forget.

We're your first and last stop for all your holiday needs.

Hey! We'll even supply you with real snow, a live reindeer and all the trimmings.

Including old St. Nick, himself-- ho, ho, ho!

So, come on down to Winter Wonderland.

And tell 'em Jayson sent you.

So, our reindeer wrangler neglected to tell us that "Santa" was part of the Winter Wonderland package.

According to Greg, he passed himself off as just an employee.

Looks like he owns the company.

That still doesn't tell us why someone tried to k*ll him, though.

I might be able to help with that.

What do you got?

Well, you know the cocaine-laced bonito we found in the snow at Ryan Bonham's yard?

Well, it turns out that bonito wasn't served at the party.

So how'd it get there?

It was already in the ice.

How does that work?

Well, I ran the truck manifest.

When it's not working holiday parties, it makes a lot of trips from Mexico to Vegas, transporting Pacific Bonito-- on ice.

Bonito stuffed with cocaine. Which is how remnants of bonito and coke got mixed in with ice. The same ice used to make the snow.

Jayson Walt thought he was providing a little snow for Christmas.

What he didn't realize is that he was adding a little powder to the powder.

Well, that gives us motive for someone to try to k*ll him.

Guy's a major drug runner.

Could've been working with cartels in Mexico.

That's one Bad Santa.

That's one dead Santa, if we don't bring him in before the k*ller finds him.

Thanks for coming in, Mr. Walt. I know it's a busy time of year for you.

LVPD interested in a White Christmas party?

No.

I'm interested in a dead Santa that was found in Ryan Bonham's lawn.

Now, up to 9:33, you were the guy in the red suit playing Santa.

You didn't tell us that.

Nobody asked.

Look, pal, whoever k*lled the guy in the suit was after you.

No way. Why would anyone want to k*ll me?

I don't know, maybe 'cause you're running dr*gs from Mexico in your ice truck.

Yeah, we found fish guts laced with cocaine on Ryan Bonham's lawn.

Okay, look.

This is the part of the interview where you help us help you.

Oh, yeah. How's that?

Well, in your line of business-- and I'm not talking about spreading holiday cheer by putting fake snow on lawns-- I'm talking about the other kind of cheer with the other kind of snow.

Now, obviously, you've made enemies.

You tell us who they are, we'll help you broker a deal with the DEA.

And what if I don't want to you help me?

Well, then it's a quick trip upstate.

And the inmates up there have absolutely no goodwill toward men.

Yeah, I think I'll take my chances.

I'm trying to save your life.

Yeah, or maybe you're trying to work an angle.

Wouldn't be the first party to have sushi and coke delivered.

Plus, I don't buy that you got evidence that I'm the delivery boy.

So, if we're through here, I'm late for my next Santa gig.

Sit down, Kringle.

Sit back down!

We have evidence.

We have your snow.

We have your product.

Someone's gonna read you your rights.

You're under arrest.

Process him.

Nail polish?

"For your mistletoes."

Cute.

I like.

Total chick gift.

I bet Finn's your Secret Santa.

Maybe.

Or maybe it's you, trying to cleverly trick me.

Well, I guess we'll just have to wait for the office party, and all will be revealed.

In the meantime...

Check this out, I just got Jayson Walt's phone records.

For the last week, he has been in touch with someone at Ely prison.

What, making reservations?

No.

Texting and talking with his convict older brother, Gary Lee Walt.

What's Gary in for?

Drug trafficking.

So maybe the little brother is holding the family business together while big brother's inside.

That's what I thought, until I looked at Gary Lee's trial transcript.

Last year, Jayson Walt turned state's evidence and testified against his own brother.

Well, he was probably just trying to save his own ass.

And his own piece of the drug trafficking pie.

So, why do you think they're talking now?

Gary Lee just won an appeal.

He has a hearing scheduled.

How much you want to bet older brother's gonna try and convince younger brother to change his story?

Yeah.

With a little cash incentive.

Take a look at this last communication.

"Jayson: Make it 200."

"Gary Lee: Can't."

"Jayson: No deal, bro."

Brotherly love.

Two days after this exchange, Brad Fante was knifed in the back, just after Jayson loaned him his Santa suit.

So, big brother tries to cut a Kringle.

And misses.

I think it's time for us to make a trip to Ely.

Well, we don't even have to go that far.

Gary Lee was just admitted to Desert Palm Hospital.

Kidney failure.

NICK: Mr. Walt.

I'm CSI Stokes.

With the LVPD. I'm here to ask you a few questions about your brother, Jayson.

What about him?

Well, it seems like somebody's trying to k*ll him.

It's not surprising.

My little brother has a way of pissing people off.

Like you.

Seems like you'd get pissed off pretty easily.

Course, I wouldn't blame you, after what he did to you last year-- turning his back on you like that.

Jayson was just a scared little kid.

Lied.

He's gonna come clean, now.

Really? I don't know, it doesn't seem like you two kiss and make up that easy.

What tells you that?

Pictures.

I think your hit man made a mistake.

That's supposed to be your brother, isn't it?

I think you're the one who's making the mistake.

'Cause Jayson is the last person in the world I would want to k*ll.

Because he's gonna deliver the greatest Christmas present ever.

He's gonna give me my life back.

In court and right here, in the hospital.

'Cause, you see, we've got perfect matching leukocyte antigens.

Jayson's gonna be your kidney donor.

Real proud of my little bro.

He's stepping up. Family.

Yeah, family.

You know, I've read your texts.

I know you two were haggling over money, and I know you were paying him.

Well... we all need a little incentive.

Yeah, but he wasn't happy with what you were offering.

And now, unfortunately for you, I don't think he's gonna be available.

Sorry.

News flash.

Jayson and I arrived at a number.

And we came to an understanding.

Including a little advance.

For his bail.

His bail.

That's right.

He's getting out just about now.

Tomorrow he'll be in here saving my sorry ass.

Week after that, he'll be recanting.

Then I'm going to have the merriest Christmas Vegas has ever seen.

Ho, ho, ho.

RUSSELL: So the guy we thought had the best motive for k*lling Jayson Walt is actually the guy who has the least desire to see any harm come to him.

Yeah, without his brother's kidney, Gary Lee's a dead man.

What are you thinking?

You got anything?

The autopsy.

It shows us that the k*ller stabbed the victim and then twisted that Kn*fe.

Right. We thought it was personal.

Okay, what if it was more than just personal?

I mean, given the fact that Gary Lee needs a kidney so desperately, what if their total destruction was the k*ller's intent?

You know what I mean?

You destroy Jayson Walt's kidneys, you're in effect k*lling Gary Lee Walt.

m*rder by proxy.

So, our question is who wants Gary Lee Walt dead?

I give you Gary Lee Walt's greatest hits.

Allegedly.

These are all drug related kills that he is suspected of ordering.

SANDERS: Mala Noche's...

Mad-10's... Aquila Cartel.

Anyone of them could've ordered the hit.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Until I came to this crime scene.

Ryan Bonham's wife, Eva.

He told us that she d*ed two years ago on Christmas Eve.

This is how.

Eva Bonham worked at a Savings & Loan.

FINLAY: Yes. Gary Lee Walt was laundering his drug money at that bank.

An executive found out, was about to go to the police.

But Gary Lee Walt got to him first.

Eva Bonham was working late that night and became collateral damage.

SANDERS: Leaving behind a husband to care for their little boy alone.

So, Ryan Bonham has been in touch with the DA all along.

He knew about the appeal.

He also knew that it had to be rescheduled because of Gary Lee Walt's surgery.

And he must have known that Jayson Walt was going to give his brother his kidney.

And he couldn't stand to see Gary Lee Walt saved.

Can't say I blame him.

So Ryan hires Jayson Walt to work his party.

He wants to get him alone, on his turf...

(grunting)

...except it's the wrong Santa.

Brad.

Ryan....?!

(screaming)

FINLAY: Ryan panics.

Can't believe what he's done.

Goes inside and gets rid of the evidence.

He runs back upstairs to be with his kid, wishing he could will it all away.

Me, too.

'Cause now, that kid's going to lose both his parents.

(sirens wailing)

(tires screech, sirens stop)

Las Vegas Police!

Ryan Bonham!

Go, go, go.

(distant thumping)

Whew...

Blake.

It's okay.

You're safe, son.

I'm a policeman.

Some men came.

They took my daddy.

STOKES: I heard Ryan Bonham's missing. What the hell happened to him?

Yeah, some guys broke in.

They trashed the place.

I had a bad feeling.

When the fake Santa, Jayson Walt, made bail, he disappeared.

Bet he figured out Ryan tried to k*ll him?

That's a safe bet.

And what about the kid, Blake?

Well, you know, he's okay.

He's a little shaken up.

Yeah? Did he see anything?

I don't know.

He'll only talk to one person.

Who?

Me?!

(scoffs)

Last time I saw him, I scared him.

He said he wanted to talk to-- and I quote--

"the funny science man."

A compliment, I suppose, but... you got to help me out here.

Just relax. Engage him. Here.

Give him this.

Chocolate.

Get him talking.

I'm sure he saw something.

This is a bad idea.

I'm gonna screw this up.

Just, you know, give it your best sh*t.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Hey... little man.

Hi.

Sorry. I'm allergic.

Yeah. Me, too.

I like your watch.

I used to have one just like it.

It's purple.

Good color.

And the diode display.

Groundbreaking technology for its day.

Not that you...

You're a science man, right?

You know big words.

Sure. I-I know some big words.

Did the people with your daddy use big words?

Uh-huh. "Condestorb."

"Condestorb"?

When they were going, one man yelled at the other man.

He was mad because he hadn't gotten his condestorb fixed.

Do you mean "condenser"?

Yeah! What is that?

It's a machine that helps freeze things.

Did you see the truck the men came in, Blake?

Yeah, when they drove up.

When my dad told me to hide.

And was it the same truck that was at the party at your house?

Uh-huh.

Will my daddy be okay?

As long as he knows what a great, smart son he has, he's gonna be just fine.

He's a very lucky daddy.

Thanks.

Traffic cam caught Jayson Walt's ice truck turning off I-15 onto 215 East one hour ago.

I'm guessing that Ryan Bonham is in the back, on ice, and they're taking him out of town.

Yeah, but I don't get it.

Why didn't they just k*ll him at the house?

Maybe Ryan has something they want.

So, where do you think they're going?

My guess is someplace isolated, where they feel safe... so they can rough him up.

Maybe... where they make their ice.

Why you say that?

Because when I analyzed the melted snow, there was no chlorine in the water.

And all of Las Vegas' tap water adds chlorine.

If I test the diatoms in the melted snow, I might be able to... pinpoint the water source.

Give us a location.

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Hey.

So, that party snow came from a small lake near Henderson.

So that's where the truck's going.

Yeah, I ran property records in Henderson.

Turns out the Walt brothers have had a warehouse there since the early '90s.

Good work, Greg.

Well, I hope it's not too late.

JAYSON: Where's the box of bank records?

(grunting)

Stop it.

Please stop! Stop.

I'll show you where it is.

No, you're gonna tell me where to find it!

I can't tell you where to find it!

Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Hey, hey!

You a lefty or a righty, Ryan?

What? What are you t...

Aw, it doesn't matter anyway. Go on.

Power it up!

You know, cops said someone was trying to k*ll me--

Santa stabbed in the back.

At your house.

Pretty easy to figure out!

You know, the thing about this ice chipper, see, you're lucky if it only takes an arm.

Lot of times, once you get something in there, no turning back, Ryan!

Hey! You listening to me? Huh?

Last chance, Ryan!

I'm tired of waiting.

All right, if that's how you want it!

No...!

Las Vegas Police!

Put down your weapons!

Back off or I put a b*llet in his head!

Put the g*n down, Jayson.

I will do it!

Well, so will I.

I'll bust a cap right in your kidneys.

I'll k*ll you and your brother.

Put the g*n down.

sh**t him!

They k*lled my wife!

Do it!

Put the g*n down, Jayson.

(g*n clatters)

(groans)

You should've k*lled him.

Ryan Bonham, you're under arrest.

Get him out of here.

He made a full confession.

He admitted to k*lling Brad Fante by mistake.

He's lucky Jayson Walt didn't k*ll him.

He saw them coming.

He told his kid to hide.

Then when they busted in, he somehow convinced Jayson Walt that his wife had bank records that would incriminate both him and his brother.

There were no records.

Buying time.

Till we could find his kid.

Well... losing your wife like that...

Anyway...

Oh, there's been a little mix-up in Jayson Walt's custody.

A Henderson, Nevada, sheriff showed up-- he's a friend-- and I handed Jayson Walt over to him.

The weird thing is that his wristband number got transposed.

He got on the wrong bus.

Where is he now?

He's shuffling off to Buffalo.

Unbelievable, isn't it?

The red tape.

Could take months for him to get back to Las Vegas.

Well, I guess he won't be giving his brother his kidney tomorrow, will he?

It's tragic, isn't it?

So, there are some people who will be here soon, very nice people, and, um, they're going to take you to see your grandparents, okay?

Okay.

You know, Blake, um, this thing with you father, I'm sure it's hard for you to understand.

He misses my mom.

I'm sure he does.

I do, too.

(sighs)

Have you ever read The Lost Reindeer?

I've only heard the first part.

I always wondered what happened to that reindeer.

We can skip to the end.

"Winston turned the corner and what did he see? A hundred reindeer just as lost as he.
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They laughed and sang until night faded away. As long as they had each other, every moment was Christmas Day. The end."
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