Veronica Mars

I need your help, Veronica.

- You can't tell anyone.

- I need your help.

I need to know.

A teenaged private eye.

Trust me, I know how

dumb that sounds.

But it's not like I found a decoder

ring at the bottom of a cereal box...

and thought,

"That sounds like fun. "

I wish. That would've

been adorable.

Nope. My best friend was

murdered when I was 15.

Trying to figure out who

did it was how I coped.

My dad was sheriff at the time.

And when he went after the

most powerful man in town...

he turned us both into pariahs.

Dad lost his job and

I lost my friends.

Kids can be cruel, after all.

The cruelest was Logan Echolls,

my dead friend's boyfriend.

Like me, Logan was fueled

by rage and distrust.

He wanted to make someone pay.

It's likely those qualities

are what drew us together.

They're absolutely

what tore us apart.

After my dad was run out of office, he

got his PI license and opened an agency.

I hung out there to learn

the tricks of the trade.

There was plenty of work for both of us in

the seedy beach town of Neptune, California.

People might think of

Neptune as glamorous.

Home to movie stars and

captains of industry.

But when the class war comes,

Neptune will be ground zero.

It's a Springsteen song:

Get out while you're young.

I got out when I was 19, leaving a

trail of destruction in my wake.

I've grown up, though.

That was the old me.

Angry me. Vengeful me.

New me? People say

I'm a marshmallow.

So a year at Hearst College.

BA in Psychology from Stanford.

Near the top of your

class at Columbia Law.

You're due to take the

bar in six weeks.

A little about us:

We're a multinational firm.

Fifty lawyers in New York.

Our clients here at Truman-Mann are

primarily Fortune 500 companies.

Our job is to make sure that frivolous lawsuits

disappear before they reach the courtroom.

We're looking at a

number of candidates.

All with impressive rsums...

but none quite as unique as yours.

You were issued a private investigator's

license for your 18th birthday?

Heh. Is that something

California kids do?

My dad is a Pl. I worked for him.

It was more answering phones and

handling his travel than anything else.

Really? Before you were 20, your name

popped up on LexisNexis in 14...

Fifteen.

Fifteen separate

articles or briefs...

in cases ranging from multiple

homicides to dognapping.

You have a degree in

psychology, Miss Mars.

What do you think that

says about a person?

Compulsive, clearly.

Addictive personality.

Possible adrenaline junkie.

But that's not me anymore.

I haven't worked a case since

I transferred to Stanford.

And why is that?

The price was too high.

It ruined friendships

and relationships.

Cost me a lot of

opportunities along the way.

So your decision to

transfer wasn't related...

to a certain video of you

and another Hearst student?

- The sex tape? No need to be coy.

- Leonard.

It's fine. As lawyers, we are often

put in adversarial situations.

Opposing counsel will seek to

exploit any perceived weakness.

All I'll say about that tape, is it was made

and distributed without my knowledge.

And I'll ask you:

Do I look ruffled?

Rebuilding her life took time.

More time than you'd think.

Zhi Howes was broke. And worse,

people considered her passe.

She thought about restarting her moribund

career with a Kickstarter campaign...

but the potential for further

humiliation was daunting.

They brought up the sex tape?

I think I handled it okay. I have another

meeting tomorrow with one of the partners.

I hope we talk STDs.

- What?

- Wallace.

He keeps trying to get me to

come in for our 10-year reunion.

"Not bloody likely. "

- Hey, Piz.

- Yeah.

The Zhi Howes story.

How long is it gonna be now?

- Uh, 12 and a half minutes.

- You're killing me.

- Hi.

- Hi.

You must be the girlfriend who

we have heard so much about...

and never seen.

I am. Law school.

- Mm. - Um, I'm a really big

fan of the show, though.

Funny story. I do a pretty

wicked impression of you.

I don't think we...

I don't think it's a good idea.

Uh, we dated for months in college,

and this whole last year...

and she's only meeting my parents

for the first time next week.

She blames law school for that too. So the

fact that she hasn't met my colleagues...

Veronica?

Bonnie DeVille was found

dead in her bathtub.

Oh, that's awful.

You a fan?

I went to high school with her.

She was Carrie Bishop back then.

A long time ago

We used to be friends

But I haven't thought

of you lately at all

If ever again

A greeting I send to you

Short and sweet to the

soul is all I intend

I haven't seen or spoken

to Logan in nine years.

Veronica!

I heard he got his life together. Then,

suddenly, he's all over the gossip pages.

"Son of a movie star

dates pop star. "

"Son of a movie star

beats up paparazzi. "

"Caught on camera: Son of a movie star

threatens celebrity girlfriend's life. "

De Ville was electrocuted

in her bathtub.

Local authorities have ruled the

singer's death a homicide...

and are focusing their investigation

on ex-boyfriend, Logan Echolls.

When I was a kid, Dad stuck

a magnet on our fridge...

suggesting we accept the

things we cannot change.

I thought it was there for my

alcoholic Mom's benefit...

but it stayed up long

after Mom was gone.

Sheriff Lamb, is it true that Logan Echolls

was in the house when Bonnie died?

We found Echolls passed out

next to DeVille's body.

Sheriff, are you aware

of the video...

of Logan Echolls

threatening Bonnie?

Get out. You're not welcome here.

You get rid of him, or

you're gonna end up dead.

Kind of speaks for itself.

Can you speak to the tragedy...

the violent death of a celebrity

who seemed to have it all?

So, what's new with you?

I need your help, Veronica.

I don't really do that anymore.

Look, can you just hear me out?

He's being bombarded by lawyers

wanting to represent him.

I'm just gonna go out

there, see my dad...

and help Logan weed

out the shysters.

Well, give Logan my best.

Tell him I've gotten used to the loose bone

fragments floating around my orbital socket.

You may not want to mention that

violent streak to his new lawyer.

- Shut up, okay?

- Okay.

Hey there.

Hi.

Um...

You weren't planning on carrying

me through the airport, were you?

Uh, no, I just met with JAG Corps,

so... Fun bunch of guys.

I, um, had heard, of course...

but I couldn't fully picture it.

You should only wear

this, like, ever.

Let me?

How did you get through security?

Uh, I bought a $49 ticket to

Palm Springs. Totally worth it.

- How was your flight?

- Good.

I would've been fine

in coach. But thank you.

There's the sun. Do you ever get

tired of all this amazing weather?

Yeah, and how about them Dodgers?

Look at us, falling right

back into our old rhythms.

I imagine your dad is

pretty excited to see you.

I'm surprising him.

So are you gonna ask if I did it?

I wouldn't be here if

I thought you did.

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