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♪♪ [ Bells Jingling ]

♪♪ [ Chorus Vocalizing ]

[ Man ]
♪ Here comes Santa Claus
Here comes Santa Claus ♪

♪ Right down Santa Claus Lane ♪

♪ Vixen and Blitzen
and all his reindeer ♪

♪ Pulling on the reins ♪

♪ Bells are ringing
Children singing ♪♪

Hey, Santa.
How you doin'?
Deposit or withdrawal?

[ Murmurs ]

Is this
some sort of joke?

Give me all of your money.
Now.

- The other ones too.
- See what's going on?

Hurry up.

Something's going on
over there.
Security!

I have a bomb!

- [ Woman Gasps, Shrieks ]
- Everyone get down!

- [ Woman ] Oh, please!
- [ Woman #2 Shrieks ]

Put the money
in the bag. Quick!

[ Grunts ]

It's a beauty isn't it?
I got the, uh--

I got the employee's discount.
Good tips too.

- Shall I get some tinsel?
- You can do whatever you want.
It's your Christmas tree.

It's ours, honey.
As in you and me.

Dad, I'm-- I'm going
to do volunteer work
in El Salvador.

Well, that means
I'm gonna be alone
for Christmas.

Well, what-- what about
Russ and the girls?

Your brother is going to Orlando
to spend the holidays
with his in-laws.

And I will be alone,
and it'll be pitiful.

Well, if I stay, then
there'll be two of us alone,
which is twice as pitiful.

Well, that's interesting math.
What if I can get someone else
to share Christmas with us?

Now, that would make it
a real Christmas, right?

Dad, some reformed
criminal pal of yours
won't make a real Christmas.

I'm talking family.
A blood relative.

An aunt. Or one of your cousins
from Minnesota.

- You have contact
with these people?
- We're MySpace buddies.

[ Sighs ]

Come on, honey.
Please?

Wh-Why do people hate
to spend Christmas alone?

'Cause it means
nobody loves them.

[ Sighs ] [ Dispatcher ] Code 39. Code 39.
Bank robbery in progress.

Capital Mutual Bank.
Corner of 12th and U Street.

Suspect dressed as Santa.
Urgent help needed.

Yes, Agent Booth.
22705.

I'm two blocks from
Capital Mutual Bank.
E.T.A. within a minute.

All of you, stay down.
You hear me?

Stay down and everybody
goes home for Christmas.

[ Siren Wails, Stops ]

Everybody back!

You, Santa!
Move into the road.

Now!

Don't do this.
Just walk away.

On your knees.
On your knees!

F.B.I., man.
Do it now!

I just answered the call.

[ Man's Voice, Filtered ]
Burn![ Electricity Crackling ]

[ Groans ]

- [ Grunts ]
- [ Gasps ]

Ah!
[ Gasps ]

[ Glass Shattering ]

[ Sirens Wailing ]

[ Woman ]
Cab driver is stabilized.

[ Device Squeals, Beeping ]

[ Booth ]
Can we just hurry this up?
I have a witness over there.

- Are you sure you didn't
throw out your back?
- No, I didn't. I'm fine.

Okay. Do you have
a medical degree?
I don't think so.

Okay. Your pupillary
response is fine.

Okay. Well, there you go.
I'm gonna go talk to
my witness now. Thank you.

[ Man ]
Got him.

Hi. I'm, uh,
Special Agent Seeley Booth.

Are you okay,
Miss, uh--Hartmeyer.

Georgia Hartmeyer.
And, no, I'm not okay.
I'm covered in--

- Human remains. The bomber's
bones became shrapnel.
- I gotta get outta here.

We just wanna ask you
a couple questions.

We have to bag her
and take her to the lab.

- Right now?
- Yeah.

I know this is really hard
and you're freaked out,

but what you have on there
is evidence.

Now, it's no big deal.
I'm just gonna put this cap...

over your hair
and bag your hands.

And I'm gonna meet you
back at the lab,

and I'm gonna ask you
a couple questions, and then
I'm gonna take you home.

Okay?

All right.
I guess if I have to.

Okay.
Oh, what do you got?Recovering bomb fragments.

Hey, check this out.
Explosives unit guys loaned me
these magnetized gloves.

[ Chuckling ]
Oh, these are so going
on my Christmas list.

That stuff there--
is that from the bomb,
or is that from Santa?

Bomb.
Oily pudding residue indicates
a homemade emulsion bomb.

Oh, God.

- Man, you sure you're okay?
- Fine. Okay?

He says he's fine,
but that may just be
a function of shock.

I'm fine. I'm gonna go home,
grab a shower, get cleaned up.No, Booth!

I am fine. Will you stop
worrying about me?

- Spinous process.
- What? Where?

Yes, indeed. That is
a definite chunk of Santa.

We're gonna need
some bags, Cam.

- No. No, no.
- I'm sorry, Booth,
but you're evidence now.

Did you hear anything back
on that cab driver?

No. But Cam is in touch
with the hospital.

Okay. I have to remove
your clothing now.

Why?

Well, there may be
particulates.Particulates?

Evidence for Hodgins
and flesh for Cam.

You know, the bomber
said something about
answering the call.

What do you think that means?

Well, many terrorists
feel they're acting upon
divine instruction.

I don't think he was
a terrorist. I just think
he was a bank robber.

There's spatter
on the back of your collar.Spatter?

Okay.I can take
my own shirt off.

No, don't.
You'll compromise
the evidence.

Right.

I'm having Christmas dinner
at my place this year
with my dad.

Considering you've been shunted
aside by your own family,
I'd like to invite you.

That's a sweet invitation.

So, will you come?

I don't know. I was thinking
about going up to Quebec
to see Parker.

I really don't care
what Rebecca thinks.

Well, if you do that,
won't she retaliate
by insisting upon...

coming to all your
special times with Parker?

Yeah.

You have a perfect acromion.
Stand up.

Okay.Off the table.

Oh! What is-- Is there stuff
on my pants?

Yeah. Vascular tissue
on your "Cocky" belt buckle.

Oh, right. It slides right off,
and, uh, we're done.

No. I'll have
to remove your pants.

All right. I'm just gonna
start reciting some saints.

Saint Joseph. Saint Peter.
Saint Paul. Saint John.

- Mary, Mother--
- [ Gasps ]

- Anyone for mistletoe?
- I'm recovering evidence.

- Just evidence. That's all.
- Interesting.

Listen, Bones.

I really gotta go question
the other eyewitness.

- So, are we done here?
- You can sit.

-There's something in your hair.
-Where?

- Oh. Don't touch.
- What?

Organic residue.
I'll cut it out.

What do you mean cut it out?
No! No scissors. Not the hair.

Tox results show that
our bomber had propranolol
in his bloodstream.

It's a beta-blocker. Popular
with performers, soldiers...

and suicide bombers.

Yeah. Snipers use that
to calm their nerves.

Also, Hodgins swabbed this.

Found high concentrations
of limonene.

-It's a citrus fruit derivative.
-Oh, what is that, a nostril?

Yep. And I have no idea
how the limonene got there,

unless the guy
was snorting orange Kool-Aid.

Right. Listen, Bones.
I really gotta get going to
question this other eyewitness.

Will you just-- Ow!

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Uh, are we doing experiments
on Booth?

Because if so, I'd like
to help.

Make fun of the naked guy.
Knock yourself out.

I think we got everything.
Oh, no. Mandible fragment.

Just get it all out.

Okay. There you go.

Agent Booth. You look-- Wow.How are you?

Finished with the hair.
Moving on to the hands.

And thank you for asking,

especially given the difficult
morning you've had.

He was speaking
to Ms. Hartmeyer.

Oh. I'm not used to
having evidence that talks,
so it's a little disconcerting.

- I'll just get back to work.
- Mm-hmm.

How much longer
do I have to stay here?

Just a couple more questions.
Do you remember how long you
were standing outside the bank?

Uh, I'm not sure.
I was waiting for the bus.

You remember seeing Santa
go into the bank? Ow!

Sorry.
It's being stubborn.

All I know is I was minding
my own business,

and this guy just
blew up in front of me.

Dr. Brennan, look at
these white fragments
in the nail bed.

Most likely dental pulp.

Santa teeth.Oh, geez.

- Harvest a nail.
- Just a quick clip.
- [ Device Beeps ]

Hey, Booth?
Think I got something here.Yeah.

- Oh, great. Join the party.
[ Clears Throat ]
- Where's your chest hair?

- I'm highly evolved.
- His pubic extension...

- is entirely within normal--
- Enough. Okay. What do you got?

I'm cataloging bomb components
so we can run it through EXIS,

the Explosive Incidents System.

Bomb makers' signatures
are as unique as handwriting.

We found this computer chip
that sets frequency
on a two-way radio.

Which means this bomb
was command initiated.

Triggered via electronic signal
from the two-way.

Right. That would
explain the crackle I heard
right before the bomb went off.

- There was this voice--
- You know, if Santa
had a partner,

he was probably monitoring
that frequency.

He hears me say "F.B.I.,"
he panics,

and he blows up
good old Saint Nick.

- But there's no way
to trace it back to him.
- Except for that computer chip.

The radio was set
to 27.4 megahertz.

You guys have
a scanner around here?

[ Frequency Modulating ]

So this is the first time
I have ever borrowed anything
from the Eisenhower collection.

I just gotta
tune in here to 27.4.

[ Man On Radio ]
...their pockets. No more!

Bring down the tools
of capitalist greed!

Burn them
like they burned us!

"Burned." That's him.
I heard him
say that.

- Hey. We expedited
tissue removal.
- Great, thanks.

It's Booth. I need
an F.C.C. mobile
scanner unit now.

Great. Thanks.

You want to search
for the source of
this transmission?

That could be
the guy who set
off the bomb.

Pants. Pants. I need pants.
Where are my pants?

[ Man On Radio ]
We're not one voice.
We're thousands of voices.

Democracy has been corrupted
by the greed of big business.

- Burn it to the ground--
- If he's referring
to lobbyists,

then he's actually correct.

You agree with this clown?
What about blowing up
your partner?

Okay? Because it sounds like
this creep was, uh,

planning on detonating Santa
right from the start.

Well, that would explain
the propranolol.

I mean, who blows up Christmas?
Who does that, Bones?

Hear my call! Get off
your ass and do something!
Get up off the couch--

Do you think that's
what the victim meant
about answering the call?

Sure as hell sounds like it.
Take the next right, will ya?

Lancelot.
Does that look like a frontal
near the sinus to you?

Uh, I have no idea.
[ Chuckles ]

Seems appropriately spongy.

Look-- [ Sighs ]
I know you're busy,

but I'm in a pickle, Daisy.

This is our first
Christmas together.

And though
I've avoided the holidays...

ever since my parents
have been gone,

I feel like I shouldn't put
a damper on your holiday zest.

- Oh, I'm "zestless."
- You are?

I see no point in celebrating
Jesus' birth in December...

when he was
actually born in March.

- No kidding?
- It'd be like celebrating
the Fourth of July in April.

Ridiculous.

So, what do we do
December 25?

Would it be wrong
to stay in bed all day
and have sex?

Yes, it would.
And what is
with everybody today?

We were just discussing
holiday plans.

Oh. Did Dr. Brennan
ask you about
Christmas dinner?

She did. I said it wouldn't
be a Christmas dinner
unless it occurred in March.

Interesting.
Clear off, Sweets.

We have to I.D. our
Christmas-in-December bomber.

Bye, Lancelot.
Colon, end bracket to colon,
capital "D."

Yeah.
Semicolon, end parentheses,
less-than sign, numeral three.

- Colon, capital "P."
- Oh, dear God,
I'm gonna yack.

This isn't skull.
It's manubrium.

Seems to be some kind of burn
on the interior surface.

Get that to Hodgins.

[ Signal Beeping ]Just up ahead.

- [ Man On Radio, Indistinct ]
- [ Booth ]
That's it. Right there.

- Pull over.
- Booth?

Yeah?Say this cohort
is inside that house.

These men use explosives.
They-- They want to destroy
the federal government.

- Shouldn't we call in backup?
- Sixty seconds of rant, people.

- Bring it on.
Bring it down.
- We don't have any time.

Did you hear him? Sixty seconds,
or he's gonna sign off.
I gotta keep him distracted.

All right.

Booth, you're gonna
pull down the antenna?
That's illegal.

Not when I got him
for a Title 97--

malicious interference
and unlicensed operation.

- Hey, phone in
our location, okay?
- Check.

- Here. Cover me.
- Okay.

The banks takeour money
to linetheir pockets.

[ Continues, Indistinct ]

[ Beeps ]

- Hey!
- Hey, what? Hey!

Come on! Down!

[ Grunting ]That's it. You have
the right to remain silent.

You're a flunky
of a corrupt regime.
It is my duty to resist you.

Oh, I should warn you,
he-- he's very hard to resist.

- Thanks, Bones.
- Sure.

Easy!

[ Man ] What's this?It says you waive your right
to a lawyer.

I know my rights
better than any lawyer
who's a pawn in the system.

Fully aware that there's nothing
illegal about my broadcasts.

Freedom of speech.You were in
the military, right?

-You were trained in explosives.
-So what?

Explosives and ordnance
is a part of basic training.

Don't think that
they meant for you to use your
basic training experience...

to, uh, rob banks.

You know what?
You got the wrong guy.

All I do is broadcast my show,
go to meetings,
hand out pamphlets.

Just before he blew up,
the robber said that, uh,
he "answered the call."

My call.
From the radio.

Look. Some nut listens to me,
goes crazy.

I'm not responsible.

I never told anybody
to break the law.

Right. Because you know what?
Your little pirate radio
frequency...

set off the bomb
right before the robber
was about to get arrested.

Must've been a coincidence.

Just a coincidence. You should
just keep saying that to
yourself over and over again...

so you can actually believe it.

[ Max ] This is fun.
Isn't it fun to meet
a new relative, girls?

So, you're my cousin,
Margaret.

My mother was
your mother's cousin,
according to Uncle Max.

Well, it's
an uncanny resemblance.
You're practically sisters.

Wh-Why aren't you home
for Christmas?

This time of year, I prefer to
be in Philadelphia, away from
my family and all those kids.

You don't have children?

"Keep your eyes
wide open before marriage
and half shut afterward."

I never got to
the "half shut" part.

- What's your excuse?
- For not being married?
I don't have an excuse.

- I just have very good reasons.
- Like what?

I think that marriage is
something you need to have
a reason to enter into.

- I never found that reason.
- Mmm. I totally agree.

"Experience
keeps a dear school,
but fools learn in no other."

You see, Margaret is a big fan
of Benjamin Franklin.

Yes. He was the smartest
man who ever lived.

His advice has...
never failed me.

Actually the person with
the highest recorded I.Q.
is Marilyn vos Savant.

Ooh. "Tim was so learned
that he could name a horse
in nine languages.

So ignorant that
he bought a cow to ride on."

- I don't think
this is going to work.
- L-L-Listen.

Family reunions
are always awkward.

- Well, do you think
this is going well?
- Not really.

You seem like a bit
of a know-it-all.

Nice to meet you.
But I'm going to El Salvador
for Christmas.

You both are welcome
to use my place
over the holidays.

"He that won't be counseled
can't be helped."

I told you to keep to
Ben's scientific stuff.

[ Sighs ]

All righty.
Here's your head.

Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth
are kind of in a hurry
to I.D. him.

No problem, Daisy. ♪♪ [ Woman Singing Ballad,
Indistinct ]

I have no intention of letting
Santa ruin Christmas.

Were you aware of the fact
that Jesus was really
born in March?

- I don't care.
- That Rudolph would
have to be a girl...

- because male reindeer drop
their antlers in winter?
- [ Volume Increases ]

♪ I want ♪

Okay.
I'll be right back. ♪ A snowfall kind of love ♪

♪ That brings people
to their window ♪

♪♪ [ Humming ]

♪ I want
a snowfall kind of love ♪

♪ A kind of love
that keeps you in bed ♪

♪ All day ♪

♪ Oh, I want to ♪

♪ Look through with you ♪

♪ Watch it all melt away ♪

♪ And we will blow away ♪♪

Okay, here he is--
the guy who bombed Christmas.

Can you hand me my sketch pad
so I can get him to the media?

Hey.Hey!

I was just thinking of you.

Oh, my God.
What did you buy?

Gingerbread house,
talking reindeer,
peppermint bark.

I went a little crazy.
I know how much your dad
loved Christmas.

You didn't get my present,
did you?

- Still working on that.
- Good. 'Cause I know
what I want.

Hawaii,
the big island.

- That would be hard to wrap.
- No. I wanna go there
for Christmas.

Please don't say no, Cam.
Please.

That sounds fantastic.
But I only have
a couple days off.

Not with you.
With Paris's family.
Her mom and dad invited me.

- They did?
- I know it's totally
last minute,

but I found a cheap flight,
and the hotel's covered,

and all I have to do
is pack shorts
and bathing suits.

You really thought this through.

[ Sighs ]
If I stay,
it's just the two of us.

And so that's depressing.

You really wanna go?
It's that important to you?

It's important to me.
And this way,

you could do what
you usually do at Christmas,
instead of worrying about me.

- Oh, you're not a worry. You--
- [ Sighs ]

If that's what you want,
of course you can go.

[ Gasps ]
Thank you!

Hey, Michelle.[ Chuckles ]
Hi, Dr. Hodgins.

- You mind if I steal her away?
- She's all yours.

[ Sighs ]

We ran the explosive residue.
It's predominantly
ammonium nitrate.

Also fuel oil, naphtha,
detergent and antimony sulfide.

Any of that unique enough
to pinpoint our bomb maker?Not even close.

Sweets says
that pirate radio guy
doesn't fit the profile.

He's an extrovert.
And we're looking for a...

"lock yourself in the basement"
type of fella.

Right. So all
we know so far is that
the detonation pressure...

was about half a million pounds
per square inch.

Which is consistent
with the skeletal damage.

You can see
blowout to the back,

as well as curvature
and "divoting,"

all going in one direction--
to the rear.

So the explosive was confined
to the front of the vest.

[ Hodgins ]
Until we find
the rest of the manubrium,

it's gonna be pretty tough
to figure out specifics.

The manubrium doesn't just
get up and walk away.

Unless...

the bomber's own bones
became shrapnel.

We checked the scene of
the explosion, but we didn't
check the cab driver.

He took the biggest hit.

I'll call the hospital.

So I have decided to
take you up on your offer.

What offer?

Uh, you invited me to your house
for Christmas dinner.
You forgot you invited me.

No. It's just--
No. My dad brought by
my second cousin,

and I really
didn't like her.

- Well, that makes sense.
- Why do you say that?

Because she's family. Ninety
percent of the time, family
just gets under your skin.

That's the difference
between family and friends.

Well, she-- she's
unapologetically dogmatic.

She lives her entire life
based on the quotations
of Benjamin Franklin.

Maybe she feels
the same way about you
and your mania for logic.

- Mania?
- Okay, enthusiasm.

Look, if you ditch
this opportunity because
a family member annoys you--

You just-- It just goes
with the family territory.

Mmm. Well, that's true.
You and Jared can barely be
in the same room together.

-Well, he's a whole other kettle
of fish, I'll tell you that.
-[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

He's not just annoying.

[ Beeps ]Booth.

Uh, okay. Um, somebody saw
Angela's sketch on the TV,
says it looks like her son.

Name of Holden Chevaleer.

Great. Thanks.
Get this.

Our bomber was an exterminator.

Well, that makes sense.
Exterminators use orange oil,

and Hodgins said
the bomb contained naphtha.

Exterminators use naphtha
to kill bed bugs.

That picture on the news--
it's my son, isn't it?

Yes, ma'am.They didn't say why
they were showing it.

Just that they
wanted information.
Why?

We believe your son
was involved in a robbery
at Capital Mutual Bank.

Your son-- did he ever
use explosives, Ms. Chevaleer?

No, of course not.
Holden wouldn't hurt a fly.

Well, he's an exterminator.
By definition, he hurts flies.

That's not
what she meant, Bones.

Holden is a good boy.

We have dinner together
almost every night.

It's just the two of us,
you understand.

- Any friends?
- He's very shy.

He's much happier working on
his projects in the garage.

- What kind of projects?
- I don't really know.

-I like to give him his privacy.
-He have any financial troubles?

Everybody does.

He tried to get a loan, but
the bank wouldn't give him one.

Well, that must've
made him very angry.

Well, he isn't perfect.

But I know my son.

And if there has been
any kind of trouble,
it is not his fault.

Just let me talk to him.
He'll tell you.
I know he will.

Um, I'm afraid that's not
gonna be possible.

Please.

You just tell me
what's happened to my son.

These just came through
from the hospital.

Pre-op photos of the cab driver,
and his X-rays.

[ Brennan ] Severe trauma,
primarily to the proximal
phalanges and metacarpals.

Pitting and multiple fractures
to the palmar side.

He was probably trying to shield
his face from the explosion.

We think the fragment
in his zygomatic arch may be
the missing manubrium fragment.

There. Did the hospital deliver
the bone shrapnel fragments?

Ms. Wick's working on it now.
We're hoping they'll give us
a better sense of the bomb.

We need Angela
to re-create the explosion.

As soon as Hodgins
figures out the bomb.

It's very difficult to work
when someone is looking
over your shoulder.

It's even more difficult to work
when you have nothing
to work on.

Snap it up.

This is it.
The missing manubrium.

Three parallel burns,
about two millimeters apart.

Ooh, I think we got
our initiator.

The bomb maker used the base
of a small lightbulb.

Battery on one end,
explosives on the other.

I'm gonna run this through
the EXIS database.

Oh, one more thing.

I found this
in Santa's 12th rib.

I'm never gonna
make my flight.

- I recommend
celebrating in March.
- Thank you, Ebenezer.

You're not going to
El Salvador for Christmas?

Mm-hmm.

You don't strike me as
someone who's flexible
about their schedule.

Well, I took advice
from someone who knows more
about families than I do.

"He that raises
a large family...

"does stand a broader mark
for sorrow;

- "but then stands
a broader mark--
- [ Knocking On Door ]

for pleasure as well."

Well, that's
sort of what he said,
but without the pleasure part.

- Booth.
- Yeah.
So, the explosives unit...

checked out
Holden Chevaleer's garage--
there was nothing.

- And this guy's name doesn't
even pop up in the system.
- That's very interesting, but--

Which just confirms that
we have to find his accomplice.
Nice tree.

Oh, wow.
Who is this, your sister?

No, um, my second cousin.

I'm Margaret.

There's no resemblance.What do you mean?

You're both very beautiful.

"Beauty and folly
are old companions."

Told you.
Benjamin Franklin.Right. Right.

Hey, hey. Good old Ben. You
know, he invented electricity
and the hundred-dollar bill.

Neither one of
those things is true.

You're right.
There's no resemblance
whatsoever.

Nice meeting you, Maggie.
[ Clears Throat ]

[ Sniffs ]Bye, Booth.

See ya.

Uh, that's my partner.
He's F.B.I.

His eyes are too small
to be really handsome.

Well, I have to admit,
I find him pleasing to look at.

- Agent Booth.
- I'm busy.

Look, what you were saying
about my broadcast
blowing that guy up--

I was hoping you could put me
in contact with his mother.Stay away from her.

It was a coincidence.
No way I could've known
in a million years, but still.

If you don't feel responsible,
then why do you want to talk
to this victim's mother?

Hey, I was army, man,
just like you.

I served my country.You don't even remember
what this country stands for.

- Maybe it's you who forgot.
- Sorry?

- Freedom of speech.
I have the right to be heard.
- Legally, yeah.

Maybe you should think about
saying something worth hearing.

- Look, it-- it wasn't my fault.
- You spew that poison out
in the airways.

This happened. You know it.
Agent, show him out.

Sir.

Let's go.

[ Computer Beeping ]

We ran the details of the bomb
against the EXIS database.

It's an identical match
for a number of devices
all built by the same man.

A guy named Malaki Wallace.

[ Saroyan ]
He got busted in the '90s for
robbing a Western Union office.

And using an emulsion bomb
with a lightbulb initiator.

- Okay. Anything more current?
- No. He's been dormant
since he got out of prison.

- Prison?
- Yep. And it looks like
he came back with a bang.

You're not listening.
I've been out of
the bombing game for years.

- Really?
- Really.

Yeah. So how do you
explain this?

Well, I'm always happy
to consult.

That is a simple
incendiary device.
Very rudimentary.

Right.

Whoa!
Was that strictly necessary?

See, explosives unit--
they found that in
your apartment there, Malaki.

So, I'm a fidgeter.

Bomb making is
a compulsive activity,
much like arson.

Problem is,
just about anything will
fidget itself into a bomb,

given half a chance
and readily available
household products.

Oh, like something like this?

No. Okay. Okay.

- What is that, Booth?
- No. What do you want?

Where you been
for the past 48 hours?

- Pushing plungers.
- Demolition?

I'm an apartment super.
Sewer line backed up,

and I spent Monday and Tuesday
unclogging the toilets.

I got 35 witnesses.
The tenants all had
to share one porta-potty.

It's not that easy, pal.
You see, we have a device with
your name written all over it.

Naphtha, limonene, lightbulbs--
the whole deal, pal.

These guys consider themselves
artists, Booth.

Teachers.You know, maybe you, uh--
you have a protégé.

Someone you passed
the torch to?

Well, if someone built
one of my devices,

they probably just got
the recipe off my Web site.

You have a mad-bomber Web site?

What can I say?
Uh, I got fans.

[ Chuckles ]
And these fans,
they-- they subscribe?

E-mails and passwords
and correspondence.
You name it.

Right.

I found this in the area
of the right articular capsule.

It's a puncture mark,
like you would get
from a deep needle jab.

Well, perhaps it's where
the bomber injected himself
with propranolol.

Although it's unlikely
someone would inject themselves
deep enough to strike bone.

Exactly. So, I reviewed
the X-rays...

of the right scapula
and hand.

Look at the extensor facet
of the glenoid cavity...

and the bilateral asymmetry
of the second metacarpal.

Indicative of pronounced
right-handedness.

He couldn't have
injected himself
in the right arm.

Dr. B. I I.D.'d
the fragment of wire
we got out of his rib.

Booth's gonna wanna hear this.

So someone else injected Santa
with the propranolol.[ Brennan ] Evidently.

And the wire in his rib
was triple heat-treated
boron-manganese steel.

Is that what they used
to wire the tubes
of the explosives together?

No. It's a patented
form of steel...

used exclusively
in high-end bike locks.

It wasn't part of the bomb.

It was what locked
Holden Chevaleer
into the bomb.

Someone locked him
into the vest,

dressed him like Santa,
and then forced him
to rob the bank.

Wait a sec. Patsy.

That's why he said
what he said.

"I just answered the call."

The guy's
an exterminator, Bones.

- He meant "the call" literally.
- [ Sighs ]
He answered a service call.

Only his customer
locked him into a bomb
and made him rob a bank.

- This is not good.
- Why?

Why? Because whoever
strapped Holden into the bomb
didn't get what they wanted.

What if they try again?

Oh, you look peeved.I went to wash my hands
just now,

but there was no soap
in the dispenser.

It had to be--

Hodgins?

Hey. Uh, you look irked.

Uh--She's mad about the soap.

Your analysis of
the emulsion bomb
included detergent.

You didn't actually
get permission to re-create
the bomb, did you?

Oh, my God.

- I needed to do this so Angela
could re-create the explosion.
- You told him that?

Don't let him
turn this around on me.

I do not want
an explosive device in my lab.

Relax. I did not connect
the initiator.

No!

It is perfectly safe.

- What's that?
- It's antimony sulfide.

It's fine on its own.
It's perfectly harmless.

The bomber used it
in the detonating charge.

Hodgins is very authentic when
it comes to his reconstructions.

We have to pull
the evidence trays.

Give me a clue here, guys.
What are we looking for?

It's H1-1209.

Biological evidence
from witness Georgia Hartmeyer.

Oh, got it.
It's her fingernail.

I thought it was
just blast residue.

But that stain's
definitely on the inside.

- Did you have to do that?
- It's metallic and sweet.

That is definitely
antimony sulfide.

It couldn't have gotten there
unless she helped
assemble the bomb.

[ Door Opens ]

Okay, Ms. Hartmeyer.
We just have a couple
follow-up questions. That's all.

Like, what were you doing
outside the bank, for instance?

I told you--
waiting for the bus.

I checked. You live on
the other side of town.

I take the bus to work.

You were fired
three months ago.

I like to shop in that area.
Okay?

That is very interesting,
because we checked
your credit cards,

and you've never made
a purchase anywhere near
Capital Mutual Bank.

Gotcha.

You got nothin'.

I didn't blow him up.

I swear I didn't blow him up.

So I re-created the scene
outside the bank.

Oh, that's Booth,
with the "Cocky" belt.

Yeah, and this
is the cab driver.
And Georgia Hartmeyer.

Now, I factored in everything
we know about the bomb's
velocity and direction,

including the positions of
Booth, Georgia and the cab
driver prior to the blast.

Okay. Here we go.

- See the problem?
- The cab driver covered
his face with his hands.

We know that from his injuries.
But given his proximity,

he wouldn't have
had the time. Yeah.

Now, I can adjust
his reaction times, but...

even when I go superhuman--
and I'm talking, like, Maverick
and Iceman reaction times--

look at where
the bone shrapnel lands.

The only explanation is
that he was reacting
not to the explosion,

but to the sound of the radio.

Yeah.
Now check out the F.C.C.'s
frequency allocation chart.

Now Owen Thiel broadcasts
his pirate radio signal
at 27.4 megahertz,

which is right next
to 27.41 megahertz,

which is
the land mobile frequency
this cab driver used.

So Georgia
and the cab driver...

must have locked Holden
into the bomb vest.

They waited
outside of the bank.

If Holden didn't do what they
asked, the cab driver could
detonate him with the cab radio.

Yeah. Only Owen Thiel
beat him to it.

I'll have Booth look for
the cab driver's name...

on Malaki's Web site
subscriber list.

You know all those jokes
that I made about Santa
ruining Christmas?

- I suck.
- Well, uh, the time
you made those jokes,

you weren't aware
that Holden was a patsy.

You don't think that sometimes
we forget those bones out there
are people?

Georgia and the cab driver--
they flipped on each other...

the second I got 'em
into interrogation.

Apparently they found each other
at a debt-counseling seminar,
of all things.

- How did they pick Holden?
- Ah, the phone book.

They called. And as soon
as he showed up,
they jumped him.

Told him if he did
what they wanted,
they would set him free.

Sometimes people are terrible.

Yeah, I know.

Cam says that
the victim's mother is burying
him on Christmas morning.

I heard that.It's just him
and his mom, right?

Yeah. The guy worked alone.
Never had time for any friends.

What's wrong?[ Exhales ]

Max told me
that being alone at Christmas
means that nobody loves you.

She's burying her son,

alone, on Christmas.

I think that's heartbreaking.

You know, when I say
heartbreaking,

you say that the heart
is a muscle, so it--
it can't break.

It can only get crushed.

Isn't it heart crushing?

- You wanna go to his funeral?
- Yes.

I would.
Then... she won't be alone.

You know what, Bones?
Sometimes I think
your heart muscle is...

bigger than people
give you credit for.

[ Sighs ]

You're being quiet.

[ Sighs ]
I promise to text
85 times a day.

Why are you stopping?

I don't want you
to go to Hawaii.

You're changing your mind?

You and me--
we're the closest thing
we have to family.

You can't just change your mind.And family
spends Christmas together.

- We're spending
Christmas together.
- You're serious?

- If I let you go,
you're gonna have a good time.
- What's wrong with that?

Everything. Because that's
what we'll be to each other--

just two people who don't
spend Christmas together.

So you wanna be two people
who spend Christmas together,

but one of them
is really, really mad?

- I know deep down you care.
- [ Exhales ]

I just hope
not too deep down.

Can we at least
talk about this?

No. It's my job to prove to you
every day that you are
loved in this world.

- And if doing that
makes you angry--
- It makes me furious!

Well, then that's
the price I pay. But you
will know beyond a doubt...

that I can't just let you go
flying off and not have it
absolutely ruin my Christmas.

Because right now,
the way things are,

there's... no Christmas
without you.

[ Sighs ]

[ Clicks Tongue ]

I love you too.

A man died this week.

By all accounts,
he was a... good man.

Loved his mother,
worked hard,

shouldered
his responsibilities.

He was a man that any one of us
would be proud to call "friend."

[ Man Singing: Ballad ]
♪ Star of wonder ♪

♪ In the heavens ♪

[ Thiel ] I killed him
with this microphone. ♪ Wonder what you want of me ♪

I killed him
by going on these airwaves
and sharing my rage with you.

Spreading my rage. ♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Star of wonder ♪

Now you can say that
it wasn't my fault,
that it was a coincidence.

Now I thought about that.
I thought about it a lot.

But the fact is--

The fact is,
if it weren't for me,
he might still be alive.

I am so sorry for that.

♪ Watching from
a distant hill ♪

And I remembered something
that I forgot over
the last few years--

that God is not only
a God of anger and vengeance.

♪ Star of wonder ♪

♪♪ [ Continues ]

Now my religious beliefs tell me
that Christ did not die in vain,

that he died to redeem us all.

And I intend to show
that this good, simple man...

also did not die in vain,

that he redeemed
one angry, shouting man.

So these are the last words
I will ever broadcast.

And I hope they're the words
you remember best.

Peace on earth.

♪♪ [ Background: Festive ] ♪ [ Man ] O Christmas tree ♪

What happened to
the "down with Christmas,
let's hump like bunnies" thing?

I'm not here
for baby Jesus.
I'm here for Agent Booth.

- Ah, that explains the antlers.
- It was a moment of whimsy.

- They look good on you,
Dr. Sweets.
- Thank you.

Hey. Hey.

Thanks.

So you think that we should feel
like big, giant losers...

that we're not spending
Christmas with family?

There's more than one
kind of family.

Merry Christmas, Hodgins.

- Merry Christmas, Angela.
- [ Glasses Clink ]

Hey. That's too much salt there.
That's too much salt.

"He that would fish
must venture his bait."

Bones, when are we gonna eat?
I'm starving.Well, right now.

If Booth wants to fish,
he'll fish. What on earth
are you trying to say?

Honey, families always
give unwanted advice.

Unwanted advice?

Y-You have to stop quoting
Benjamin Franklin at me.

- Why?
- Well, I have
no evidence of this,

but I feel that, every time
you do that, it's not
actually communication.

I feel the same way
when people tell jokes.

Hmm. I never
thought of it that way.

Well, I'd rather hear
what you have to say
than Benjamin Franklin.

That's the nicest thing
anyone's ever said to me.

Tempe, this is your gathering.

Wouldn't you like to...
say something?

Oh. Um--
[ Clicks Tongue ]

Thank you, everyone,
for coming.
Let's eat.

[ Coughs ] No, I-- I mean,
would you like to say
something about Christmas?

Okay.
[ Clears Throat ]

Um, Christmas has its roots...

in the pagan festival
of Saturnalia,

which is traditionally
celebrated by intoxication,

naked singing
and the consumption of
human-shaped biscuits.

I think what Bones
is trying to say here...

is that we're all just happy
that we are all together.

-Well, we're all together
every day.
-Not me. I'm not here every day.

Well, it's a different kind
of "together."

To family,

friends,

lovers, family and food.

You said family twice.
It's repetitious.

It's a good toast though.
Cheers. Okay?

Cheers. [ All ]
Cheers.

- Merry Christmas.
- [ Sweets ]
Hey, Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.
- Cheers.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
- Right.

- What do we do now?
- Ah, let's say a prayer.

No. No prayer.
Not in my place.

-Bones, I always pray.
-Maybe just a moment of silence.

[ Booth ]
Okay. Hold hands.

Silent night.

What's that mean?