All language subtitles for Bones S07E03 The Prince in the Plastic

Hey, how about this old stove?

It's mid-century.

Little bit of TLC, we could
sell this for about a grand.

How can you be
so damn cheerful?

We used to go on buying trips
to Paris for antiques.

The economy sucks.

You want to hold on to
the store, don't you?

Ooh! Look at this old frame.

This is... faux 17th century,
from the '30s.

Restored, we could
get over $2,000.

See? Who needs Paris, huh?

Oh!

Look at these old photos!

Oh, they go back generations.

This one's a tintype.

Ching-ka-ching, baby.

What the hell is that?

Maybe another couple of grand.

Oh, Sweets carrying a gun.

Okay, now, that's
a bad idea.

What? I'm out in the field
with you a lot lately.

I should be certified
to carry a gun.

I have a gun.

- See?
- Really?

Did you really have
to bring that up?

What?

This way, I'll have
your back, Agent Booth.

I appreciate that, Sweets,
I really do,

but you're a shrink.
Shrinks have couches, not guns.

I have a couch,
and I'm not a shrink.

Really? I mean,
you're not helping.

What?

Look, I don't need to ask
your permission, all right?

I'm going to get certified
to carry a weapon,

and I don't want to
talk about it anymore.

Oh, no, we definitely have to
talk about this, Mr. Shrinky.

How about we talk about your
living arrangement instead.

Have you two decided on a house,

or are you still arguing about it?

I know what you're doing.
I'm not going down that road

with you; I'm not going
to play that game.

We're still arguing about it.
I want at least an acre of land,

and he wants something
called a "man cave."

Wait, really? Really. You really
want to get him involved?

- He asked a question.
- Just tell him that it's crazy

for him to carry
a gun, that's all.

But it is not.

- It is!
- Thank you.

At the very least, he could
draw fire away from you

and get shot himself,

which would reduce
the likelihood

of me becoming a single parent.

We, we, we don't have to go
through every eventuality.

You're not getting a gun.

Then I'll make sure you
don't get a man cave.

You're not going to get a gun.

Well, then, you won't
get a man cave.

The remains were discovered
early this morning

at a trash dump, which
pretty much points to murder.

The sunlight must have fused
the outer layer of polyethylene.

It created a sealed environment,

which retained the heat
and moisture inside.

In most conditions,
liquefaction this advanced

would take about two weeks.

Why, with the air compressor?

It will pressurize
the interior

while we drain the liquid remains.
- Oh!

Very clever.

Okay. Are we ready?

This is revolting.

But kind of fun.

Okay. Here we go.

Victim is female.

Cranial sutures indicate

that she was in her thirties.

Hold on.
It seems...

we might have a double homicide.

It's Prince Charmington!

- Excuse me?
- Prince Charmington.

You didn't have one?
Every girl did.

I had the whole Charmington
kingdom set up in my closet.

I used to play in there for
hours, dreaming of what my

royal life would be
when I grew up.

This is so sad.

A small, insentient,

plastic humanoid should not
make you sad, Miss Wick.

But it does.

And as God is my witness,

whoever did this to Prince
Charmington and his friend

is going to pay.

♪ Bones 7x03 ♪
The Prince in the Plastic
Original Air Date on November 17, 2011

♪ Main Title Theme ♪ The Crystal Method
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No bugs or larvae,

but that's something I'll
just have to live with.

Ooh!

Do, however, have
some muscle tissue

for the lady.

Ah! Looks like a lung.

Because no one goes
home empty-handed,

a few bits of bone
for the young miss.

Phalanx...

lunate... patella...

and this one... oh....

It's the socket from

the late Prince Charmington's
royal patella.

Did I hear Sweets is trying to
get certified to carry a gun?

A gun? Our Sweets?

Lancelot is the kindest, most
decent man I've ever known.

Why shouldn't he carry a piece?

Do you have X rays
to show us, Miss Wick?

Yes, indeedy.

There are remodeled perimortem
and postmortem injuries.

I found

compound fractures
to the victim's

seventh thoracic
vertebra, the spine

of the right scapula,

the posterior aspect

of the right humerus,

and the anterior aspect
of the left ulna.

All sustained at time of death.

So, she was beaten.

Severely.

Struck at least four times.

Well, one of those blows

collapsed the lungs, making
cause of death suffocation.

There's another
set of injuries.

Impact fractures
of the patellas,

femoral necks, bilaterally,

pelvis, and most of the ribs.

Remodeling indicates
they were all sustained

when she was quite young.

- Child abuse?
- Could be.

Lance says often someone who was
the victim of childhood abuse

will seek out the same
treatment as an adult.

Sad.

But it makes sense.

I know. Lance is so smart.

And soon he'll be
able to shoot people.

Hey. So there were
traces of skin

on the inner layer of plastic

that came into contact
with the body,

which gave us these.

Three finger pads

and part of a palm.
Very impressive, Angela.

The prints match
the DMV records for

Debra Cortez.

Reported missing by her
brother two weeks ago.

Can you think of
anyone who wanted

to harm your sister, Mr. Cortez?

Me? No. Ah...

but she was a shy person.

She kept things
pretty much to herself.

Okay, that makes sense.

What do you mean?

Well, we discovered
evidence that your sister

may have been
abused as a child.

My sister? No way.

- What evidence?
- When she was little,

there was a lot
of broken bones.

That was from the
accident, not abuse.

Debbie and our
parents were

on a small plane.
Half hour in,

they hit a downdraft...

Debbie was the only survivor.

She was nine years old.

She wound up spending
over a year in the hospital.

Right. It says, uh, she was a
Creative Exec at Dillio Toys.

Yes, she was a big deal there.

I see that you
work there, too.

Not many siblings get to work
together at the same company.

Debbie got me a nice
security gig there.

I quit after a month.

My sister was one
of the top execs;

it was a little humiliating
to be the rent-a-cop.

Right. And where
do you work now?

Still trying
to find the right thing.

Mm-hmm.

I was examining the perimortem
injuries when I came across

these Colles fractures to
the distal ends of the radii.

So she fell, and she was beaten.

She was probably running away
from someone.

I'll scan the bones
and run a simulation,

and see what kind of weapon
might have been used.

Thank you.

Did you...

have a...

a Prince Charmington doll
when you were a girl?

Everybody had one.

I used to dress mine like
Sid Vicious Charmington.

What was your favorite toy?

Toys would have been
a distraction for me.

Without them, I was able
to concentrate on science.

Well, playing is just
as important as science.

I'm sure there's some kind of

anthropological BS
to back me up.

Play has been shown
to be important in

establishing societal and
cultural connections.

So?

Let's see you do it.

What, now?

With... that?

Honey, pretty soon you're going
to have a baby of your own,

and she's going to want
to play with you. So...

this is good practice.

Sure.

Hark, subjects!

I am Prince Charmington.

My arm and leg have been
torn asunder from my body.

Although the cervical portion
of my spine is intact,

if I had a functioning
respiratory system,

my lungs would be filled
with liquefied human tissue.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

Debbie's first big success was

the Bouncing Bears.

The Bouncing Bears!
Parker loves those.

Oh, they're still
huge sellers.

Just like every idea
Debbie ever had.

What do they do?

They bounce. They're
the Bouncing Bears.

Well... that's it?

- Wh-What's the bear part?
- Their face.

How their tummies
are fuzzy. Bears.

Oh, kids love to
play with bears.

They shouldn't.

Do you have any idea how many
fatal bear maulings occur

in North America every year?

You're not going to talk
to the baby like that.

Well, I am certainly
not going to

encourage her to
play with bears.

Okay. No bears. Bears are out.

What is this?

This is the Imaginarium.
This is where we test the toys.

Wow. Kids seem to love those.

Those are Love Mutts.

They're stuffed dogs

rescued from fictional pounds.
They have interchangeable heads

so you can make any
combination imaginable.

I made a Bulldoodle.

I like the Love Mutts.

Although crude and inaccurate,
this toy could demonstrate

recessive and dominant
genes through breeding.

What?

We were concentrating
more on fun.

Fun.

And the way they're testing,

it's on track to be Debbie's
third massive hit in a row.

That really lights a fire
under the other VPs.

Oh, really?

Anyone in particular?

Um... well,
probably... Lawrence.

He's had a bit of
a dry spell lately.

That's him right there.

Okay, that's
not actually

how you're supposed
to play with that.

Prince Charmington
is a girl toy.

Yeah, but this is the
new Prince Charmington,

and he has a magic cape.

So, that-- okay, you know what.

We're not actually...
We're not throwing...

All right, hey!

All right, you know, listen.

Okay. This is all
a good time.

All right.

Oh, hey.

Um... can you believe
those little bastards?

I'd like to wring
their scrawny necks.

Lawrence, just take
a deep breath...

Save it.
I don't need another lecture

on how much I could learn
from Debbie.

Lawrence...
No, she's not even

here today, Bianca.

I am.
That'll account for something.

Excuse me. FBI.

I think we need
to have a chat.

What? Why?

Because we think
you might be a murderer.

Right.

By the way, you have
a tiny sword in your hair.

Oh, yeah. Oh. Yeah.

Did I get it?

- No.
- No.

It's really stuck in there.

It's right there.

No.

You can't find it?
It's right there.

You think I
killed Debbie?

Well, you've already admitted

your desire
to strangle children,

so you're a reasonable suspect.

Well, I was stressed.

All I want to do is work
on new concepts,

but they always went
to Debbie for that.

Perhaps now that

she's dead, you'll be able to do
what you want.

I-I didn't like the way
that sounded.

I did.

- Thanks, Booth.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, well,

fine. I-I was jealous of Debbie,

but I am not the guy

you should be
questioning.

She'd been
calling in

"sick" a lot lately.

And then I started noticing
other little things

like her whispering
into the phone

when she thought
nobody was looking, or, uh,

you know, texting
during meetings.

You think
she was seeing someone?

And it was affecting her work,
you know, not that...

not that Bianca cared.

Hmm.

What do you think
she was saying?

No idea.

I mean, like I said,
she was very secretive.

And now she's gone, so...

that's, that's fishy, right?

Where were you the night
she disappeared?

I-I was home, watching TV.

The Skins were the night game.

All right, it was
a good game.

Yeah, right.
Anyone with you?

No. Nobody.

My wife and kids were in Florida
with their in-laws.

But look, I would
never hurt Debbie, I swear.

Sure. Okay.

You just stay close,
you understand, Larry?

Booth, uh, Booth,
I'm not sure that I can get up.

Oh, I'll just...

I got you.

I suggest you stay close.

Okay, I'm up.

There's a small piece of metal
embedded in this vertebra.

Dr. Saroyan would like you to ID
it and swab for particulates.

Okay. If you put it
on my desk,

it should be done here

shortly.

Whoaoa!

The prince's leg!

Yeah. It's
only fitting

that the king of the lab should
make the prince whole again.

May I have it?

No, not yet.

The prince's leg is burned.

Burned?

First drawn
and quartered,

and then burned?

What kind of animal
could do such a thing?

Cresting around
the edges

indicates it's a chemical burn.

Amount of oxidation says

it happened approximately
two weeks ago.

That coincides with the time
the prince was killed.

And the victim.

Yes, they were murdered
at the same time.

Something fused to the burn.

Trace amounts of linear
low-density polyethylene.

The plastic wrap.

Okay, yeah. Very
good, Miss Wick.

Now, if you will
excuse me,

I'm going to find
out what's burned

through the plastic

and singed
Prince Charmington,

and that might help us
figure out how they died.

You truly are the
king of the lab.

Milady.

Milord.

What is all this?

Hey, uh, this is, uh, a
walking toy for my girl.

It encourages babies to
take their first steps.

It's really cute,

and it was on sale.

Let me know how you like it.

Perhaps I'll get one someday.

This is going to be
kind of cool, huh?

Us raising our kids

at the same time?
Yes.

And since my daughter
will be younger,

I can learn
from your inevitable mistakes.

Thank you, honey.

Okay, so,

do you think that this part
is A3, or is this A3?

Oh, I think

this is.

Why are the instructions
in Chinese?

Oh, that's just
the diagrams.

This side is English.
Kind of.

"Insert the parts

for assemble which toy
can have immediately."

Oh, my God, okay.

Um, you know what,
I need a break from this.

Did you finish
the bone scan?

Yes. Yes. Let me,
let me show you.

So, we've already
established that

the victim was facedown
on the concrete

when she was struck.

Causing the compound fractures

to the T-7 scapula
humerus and ulna.

That's a lot of blows.

Someone was really pissed.

On the contrary,

see how the damage
is all limited to one area?

If this were rage, why
would the head and legs

left untouched?

Wait, yeah.

This is too precise for rage.

Makes it
even creepier.

Extend the victim's right arm
above her head and the left arm

at her side.

Just as I thought.

The breaks line up exactly.

The injuries were all caused
by one huge crushing blow.

What weapon is that big?

I have no idea who could even
lift a weapon that large.

Fee-fi-fo-fum.

I just wanted to thank you again
for allowing me in the field.

Right. Okay. Bones
couldn't make it.

I needed a squint, so don't
read anything into it.

- Of course.
- Right. Exactly.

But, you know,
after today,

I will have been field-tested,
and Lance is getting a gun.

which means that someday,

you and Dr. Brennan
and Lance and me

can be in the field together.

It'll be like
a murdery double date.

No, it won't.

I'm going to be really
clear on this, okay?

You are not to open up
your mouth

unless it's relevant
to the case.

Roger that.

But I just have to mention

how disappointed I am

that you aren't more supportive

of Lance getting a gun.

I just thought
you were a better friend.

Seriously?

Right.

According to security,

Debbie's access card
was last used

in our prototype laboratory
up here.

You don't have to direct
anything toward me.

- I'm not allowed to speak.
- Oh.

This is where we develop
the prototypes for new products.

This is where Prince Charmington

and Little Miss Twinkle
Starlight were born.

And I'm going
to need each of you

to sign a non-disclosure form
before we enter.

Oh, I can't do that.
I'm with the FBI.

What we do is disclose.

Well, then, I can't allow you
to stay here.

Well, we can always
shut the building down

while we wait for a warrant
if that's what you'd prefer.

I'm sure the press would
love a story like that.

Fine.

That was relevant,
wasn't it?

I cop, you squint.

Well, then permission
to squint, Agent Booth.

Squint away.

Look at all the plastic wrap,
Agent Booth.

Yeah?

This could be the same type
of plastic

the body was wrapped in.

I'll have Hodgins I.D. it.

You know, this door
looks like it's been

broken into. Is this door

on any kind of
an alarm system?

No. Security told us that no one
could break in this way.

Looks like it weighs
about a half ton.

If this door came down
on the victim,

it would have caused
the fracturing that we saw

and collapsed her lungs.

Agent Booth?

Wow. Look at that.

Blood.

This is where
Debbie Cortez was murdered.

Agent Lance Sweets, FBI!

Hands where I can see 'em!

I said hands.

Eeeee!

Daisy, what are
you doing here?

I mean, for luck and support...

and a kiss.

And to give your tush
a little squeeze.

No, Daisy, come on.

I can't have any distractions.

My test is tomorrow.

Sorry. I won't say a thing.

It's just...
seeing you with a gun.

I know it's wrong,
but it makes me all...

Daisy, come on.

Right.

Concentrate. Shoot.

Come on!

Damn it!

I haven't missed all day.

Lancelot...

...look at the man
on that target.

He's trying
to hurt me, Lance.

You don't want him
to hurt me, do you?

You will not hurt Daisy!

Oh, God.

I wish I didn't have any
clothes on right now.

What?

I have something for you.

The shard found
in the crushed vertebra--

it's an alloy.

73% aluminum
and 27% steel.

It is the same metal
as the strip

on the bottom
of the loading dock door.

So, we have our murder weapon.

Someone slammed the door down
on Debbie.

Yeah. Well, found
something else, too. Look.

This is what Booth saw.

It shows us how someone
broke into the warehouse.

It's just torn metal.

Yes, but look
what tore it.

They had a zillion dollar

security system,
and someone popped the door

with a cheapo carjack.

Now, this is where the notch
on the lifting arm

is supposed to accept the hard
point from a car's suspension.

Okay? But the door material
is much softer than the jack,

so it tore.

And Debbie must have been
in the workshop

when the killer broke in.

Someone who knew the value
of those prototypes.

So maybe she was just in the
wrong place at the wrong time.

I heard you were helpful
at the murder scene, Miss Wick.

You did?
What did Agent Booth say?

That you were helpful
at the murder scene.

Wait. Are you doing
an autopsy on a doll?

Yes, but hear me out.

I strongly believe

that careful examination
of the prince's remains

will provide
vital evidence.

You have one minute of my
attention. Use it wisely.

Note where the femoral head
meets the ashtabula.

The doll would need some sort
of attachment

to hold the limbs in place.

The prince was hand-assembled.

A worker would thread a rubber
band through the torso.

The band would serve as a
substitute for the ileofemoral,

pubofemoral and ischiofemoral
ligament attachments

Exactly.
The ligaments were severed

as the limbs were pulled apart.

It was a struggle.

The evil killer grabbed

Prince Charmington,

our victim said, "No!"

A struggle ensued!

Ending with the head
of the prince's femur

being torn from
the ashtabula.

Why would anyone fight
over a toy?

Judging from the construction,

this prince is from the original
Charmington run, 1967.

He's worth over $10,000.

That would certainly give us
a motive for murder.

Sorry about the mess.

I'm almost finished.

So the FBI dropped off
Debbie's home computer.

I'm telling you,
this girl was clean.

Zero porn, zero gambling,

there wasn't even a dirty
picture from a congressman.

Don't sound so disappointed.

I did find one thing, though.

So, Debbie had an online
alert set up for whenever

vintage or special edition
Dillio toys came up at auction.

But there's only one
auction site.

Yeah, because she wasn't
interested in the buyers.

I don't understand.

She was following the sellers.

This one in particular.

This one has a Prince
Charmington horse

and jousting knight.

Look what she wrote
to the seller.

"The only original
in existence was at Dillio HQ.

You stole it."

And this one.

"If you don't return
what you took,

"and I mean everything,

I'm gonna call the cops."

The guy doesn't respond.

But then...

"I'm warning you, Debbie,
stay out of it."

This guy knew who she was?

I traced the IP address.

It belongs to her brother.

Look, it's not that I don't want
you to carry a gun, Sweets.

Do you understand that?

It's just that I'm just
concerned about your welfare.

Yeah, 'cause you think
I'm incompetent.

Guess what. I aced my last
practice round at the range.

That's a practice
range, all right?

There's a difference.

But you know, when the
real guns come out,

there's no time
for thinking.

It's just reaction,
you understand?

That's why they put people
through Hogan's Alley.

You think
I'm not aware of that?

Oh, what? Now you're

just gonna walk away,
end the discussion?

Perp, huh? You see
what I mean, Sweets?

You're too busy talking.

I didn't see him. I'm sorry.

Hey, got a minute?

Remember me, FBI?

What are you doing here?

Let's say you open up
your trunk.

You got a warrant?

Nope.

Okay, then good-bye.

You have been stealing
vintage toys from Dillio

and auctioning them online.

Mail fraud's a
federal offense.

So do you still want me
to get that warrant,

or if I were you,
hey, I'd cooperate.

There you go. Thanks.

Oh-ho-ho!
Look what we got here, huh?

Santa came early, didn't he?

Red Fred Sub Commander.

I'm guessing you don't have
a receipt for that, hmm?

What do we have here?

Look at that.
Is that for Santa's sleigh?

I bet that jack
matches the marks

on the loading dock
door at Dillio Toys.

What do you think?

Your sister must have been
pretty upset when she caught you

stealing toys from Dillio.

Yeah, but it's not
the first time

I got into a little trouble.
She was cool.

She threatened to turn you in
to the cops.

All talk! Debbie would
never do that to me!

Really? Because you know,
if Bianca found out

that you were stealing stuff,

your sister would
have lost her job.

Debbie's identity was tied
to her toys

and her job at Dillio.

She would have been lost
without them.

I'm her brother!
She owes her brother, right?!

She caught you stealing.

You two get into an argument,
she tries to escape.

So what do you do? You hit

the cargo door release-- wham!--
squashed your sister like a bug.

Debbie was not there when
I broke into the factory!

Really? Because I think
that she was, and I think

she caught you stealing this.

Oh, my God.

Was this with her when she died?

You recognize it?

Sure. This was Debbie's.

This was the last thing
Mom gave her.

And Debbie would never let it

get scraped up like this.
Who did it?

That's a valuable doll.
You're in the business

of stealing them,
so I'm thinking it was you.

You want to lock me up
for stealing, go ahead.

I didn't kill my sister!
I loved her!

She was all I had!

Hello.

Hello.
Hi.

So how you feeling?

Right now, the baby
is doubling in weight,

and her calcaneous
is currently

kicking my spleen. How are you?

Fine. Couldn't be better.

The case?

Yeah, yeah, the case.

The case.

This woman, she just,
you know, suffered

through her
whole childhood

to finally make
something of herself,

and when she does,
she just gets murdered.

You shouldn't get attached
to the victims.

Well, that's tough to keep that
at arm's length.

Tomorrow I will have everyone
at the Jeffersonian reexamine

every aspect of the case.

We will find her killer.

That is how we can honor
her life, right?

Yeah.

Come here.

I'm not good
playing with toys.

What if I can't connect
with our child?

Okay, you connect
with me, right?

You know I do.

Okay, our child
is half of me,

so at the very least, you can
connect with the me half.

Get it, right?

Listen, you're gonna
be a great mom.

Mm.

Well, I'll definitely
be good with homework.

Mm.

And, uh, when her fine
motor skills develop,

we can dissect a frog together.

You can help.

Yeah, that sounds like fun, huh?

Good times.

It does.

I come bearing gifts.

Please tell me
it's something useful.

Oh, ye of little faith.

What does that
look like to you?

An excess of nail polish.

Methyl-2 cyanoacrylate.

It's an epoxy used
to bind plastics.

Of course. Our victim was
working in a prototype shop

when she was murdered.

True, but that's not what's
gonna make you happy.

Look. Check this out closer.

Now I know I'm just
the bug-and-slime guy,

but if I'm not mistaken...

These are epithelial cells

trapped between the
glue and the nail,

and they appear
to be viable.

I was thinking they could be
from the struggle.

So we might have
the killer's DNA.

Mm-hmm.

How are you doing?

"Gently forward piece
to coupling for together

with warning about many danger."

What the hell does that mean?

I mean, how did China
take over the world

with instructions like these?

Looks like that red piece
might fit there.

Oh, it does, doesn't it, right?

Let me just,
let me just show you, okay?

This is just supposed to slide
right in here like this.

Supposed to slide.

I mean, I mean...

I'm just, I'm
just, just trying

to teach my son
to walk here.

Wow, you'd think the store
would have some kind of service

to assemble these things.

Oh, they do,
but this,

this toy costs 33 bucks
a-and, and they want $35

to put it together, which is
just the most ridiculous...

Well, that seems
like money well spent.

Are you saying that,
that, that I'm stupid?

What-- no, no.

I am not
going to let

Baby Walker beat me.

Look, this picture here--
look, this, this shows that--

go like this, right--
that this little bee,

this happy
little bee

goes in this little hole
right next to the frog.

You see, this is just
supposed to go right in here?

But see, this
doesn't fit in here

because it's lying.

It's just lying
and lying and lying.

Hey, Angie, you ready
to go to lunch?

He's your son, too, Hodgins.

What?

I missed something,
right?

I think this is
between you two

and the little truck.

You-- you're a genius
scientist, right?

So why don't you get over here
and put this thing together?

Or there will be blood.

Good luck.

Okay.

Babe, no problem.

I love you.

Calm down.

I got it.

Okay.

"To make seat

"with secure to fasten

red pin 'B' to happy."

Don't even look at me,
don't even look over here.

Right.

Red pin "B" to happy.

There's nothing
happy here.

This is, this is,
this is the bee.

No, no, no, it's
the letter "B,"

so it's, it's got
to be, like...

I'm here for my test, sir.

What, what are
you doing here?

Called in a favor;
I'm running this one.

Booth,
that's not fair.

You don't want me to have a gun;

it's gonna affect
my performance.

That's the point-- you
wanted to have my back.

If something like this rattles
you, I can't trust you.

So, you ready?

Let's rock and roll.

Get behind me! FBI!

Malfunction!

Ow!

Sweets! You hit?

Let me finish!
Let me finish the course!

Oh.

You all right?

You're gonna have
a scar, but you'll live.

How did I do?

Ah, you did good-ish.

Good-ish how?

Good enough to have my back.

Thank you.

I know why you wanted
to see me, Dr. Saroyan.

It's touching.

Touching.

It is?

You're worried about Lance,
but he'll be fine.

They wanted to give him
four stitches,

but he toughed it out with two.

Because that's just
the kind of man he is.

Yes, I heard
it was just a scratch.

Scratches don't
require stitches.

Right.

I actually called you in to tell
Dr. Brennan what I found.

I got a hit
from the military database.

The cells belong
to Brock Vorback.

30, lives in Virginia,
served in Iraq and Afghanistan,

and worked at Dillio Toys.

Oh my God.

That's him!

Him who?

Prince Charmington!

He's the guy that
plays Prince Charmington

in all the commercials.

He was signing dolls
at the mall last year.

I had him sign three.

Didn't Booth say that
the victim might have been

in a secret relationship?

I can't believe it.

The prince is evil.

Could somebody please
explain to me

what the hell I'm doing here?

I was opening a toy store at the
mall. You made little girls cry.

Right. Okay, um...

Do you know this woman?

Yeah, that's...

That's Debbie Cortez.

She's an executive
at Dillio Toys. Why?

She's dead.
She was murdered.

What happened?

- Well, that's what--
- That's what we're trying to find out.

And I was shot, so I'm not
in the mood to play games.

I'm not playing games.

Sweets.

I can't believe this.

I thought
she was breaking up with me.

That's why I hadn't heard
from her.

So you're the guy
she was dating.

She used to say she had
finally found her prince.

That I was the lucky one.

I felt like the frog
the princess kissed.

Wow. You really

take this whole, uh...

...Charmington thing serious.

We found your skin cells
under her nails.

You think that...?

I didn't kill her.

Then how do you explain...?

Look, Debbie was very...

She was very passionate, okay?

Haven't you ever been scratched
when you've been making love?

So, you two met at work.

Why all the secrecy
about the relationship here?

Look, employee dating was
against company policy.

Bianca-- she's got
a lot of rules there.

Right, and you would
have lost the whole, um,

Charmington gig here.

I didn't care so much
about that.

Yeah, but Debbie-- she...

You know, she wanted
to leave on good terms.

Dillio was her life.

Why would she want to quit?

Toys were her life,

not Dillio.

You know,
I encouraged her

to take the toys
she was developing

and go out on her own.

Debbie was the brains there.

Why shouldn't she be the one
to get rich?

Did she quit?

I don't know.

Once she stopped
returning my calls,

I figured, you know, she tried,
and it-it hadn't worked out.

And you thought she
blamed you for it?

Sure.

You know, I'm not really used

to things working out
in my life.

I dress up like a doll
for a living.

The corrosive that burned
the doll's leg is lead sulfate

from a car battery.

That would have had
to burn through the plastic

while the remains
were being transported.

Car batteries
are by the engine.

There's not enough room for
a body in that part of the car.

That's what I thought
until Dr. Brennan found these.

The fibers are Berber wool.

I assume
this connects somehow?

Right. The isotope analysis
shows that the fibers were made

in Modena, Italy.

The chromium pigments in the dye
tell me

that it was made for Maserati,

and look where
the batter was placed

in this model.

In the trunk.

They use the wool as a
liner for the car trunks.

If the fibers were
in the fractures,

that means that the victim's
blood has to be on the liner.

I'll have Booth check

to see if anyone at Dillio
has a car like that.

Excuse me, Miss
Treverton.

Do you have news?

Did you find out
what happened to Debbie?

I think we got
some news.

Can you open up
your trunk, please?

Why?

I think you know why.

Blood.

Without Debbie,

our stock would have taken
a terrific hit.

I closed the door to try
to stop her from leaving,

but she tripped and fell
as it was coming down.

It was an accident.

She suffocated.

That would have taken time.

You could have released
the door,

but you stood there,
and you watched her die.

Daisy.

How is my Lancelot?

I'm fine.

I know you're not.

You're just so brave.

No, I-I'm actually
totally fine.

Can I see it?

All those bad guys
that were popping up...

Mm-hmm.

It was you I was saving.

We can't. We can't keep
having sex in my office, Daisy.

- We can't?
- No!

No. This is the last time.

All right, so,
I've used the Angela-tron,

and I've used Hodgins,

but I give up.

The toy wins.

You couldn't assemble it?

Oh, honey, NASA could not
assemble that thing.

I'm gonna go to the store,

I'm gonna pay the kid 35 bucks
to put it together.

It's probably wise.

Do you want Brennan
to come to the toy store?

Would you like to come
to the toy store with us?

- What, to the toy store?
- Yeah.

You can hold Michael
while I yell at people.

It's the biggest one in town.

Right? He loves it.

They have bassinets

and mobiles, and

all kinds of fun stuff.

You're gonna need that stuff
before you know it.

Of course.

Perhaps Michael, you can show me
what you find entertaining.

Right.

I just hope it isn't Mommy
strangling someone.

Shall we?

Let's do it.

Bones.

Hey, Bones, where are you?

Hold it right there, copper!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa!

Isn't this hilarious?

It's a gun
that shoots foam balls.

Right.

- I'm Scarred Face.
- No, no, no!

No. Wait. You're Scarface.

- Scarface.
- Scarface, yeah.

Okay.
It's a different thing.

Where'd you get that?

Angela had to return a toy,

and I saw the salesman
demonstrating this.

Angela's son found it
so amusing

that I thought
he might asphyxiate.

Well, a child's laughter
is a beautiful thing

when they're not choking.
I realized

that both Angela's son and I had
a mutual understanding

of how amusing this toy is.

That is the essence of play,
isn't it?

Well, I think you might be
overthinking things there.

Well, our daughter's
gonna love this.

You got two
of these, huh?

Of course. One for
me and one for...

- I'm Scarface!
- Say hello to my little friend.

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