Veronica Mars Page #3

a compelling alternative theory.

And you fly out tomorrow?

9 a. m.

Let me buy you a drink?

Yeah. Sure.

Where you wanna go?

With glowing hearts

We see thee rise

Charming drink names.

I can't decide between the Beast

with Two Backs or the Donkey Punch.

Ooh. Do you think they'd let me

order a virgin Devirginator?

I know this place sucks,

but it's karaoke night...

and there's one thing

you can count on here.

Sexual assault on a

pinball machine?

- Yeah.

- Oh, it's grain alcohol and peach schnapps.

We stand our guard for thee

All right.

Give it up for Art

Tebbel and the Mounties!

Okay. Next up we have...

Ruby Jetson.

Who is that?

That is Bonnie

DeVille's biggest fan.

We found her hiding in Carrie's

closet a couple months ago.

Holding my breath

While the moon holds me

Boo!

Sit down, you crazy b*tch!

What do you expect?

They're Canadian.

Hey, Terrance. Phillip.

Like you're the Barenaked Ladies?

Shh. I think they might be.

That's the fifth Bonnie DeVille

song she's done tonight.

Well, that's what she does.

Hey, uh, this showed

up in my inbox.

Ten minutes after

Carrie was killed.

"Every ending brings a new beginning.

Now we can be together. "

My compelling alternative theory.

She sent you this?

No, it's from Bonniefan23.

But if I had to guess...

Try drowning all our

memories tonight

Confession won't save me now

- I miss her too.

- Okay.

Why'd you bring her?

That girl is certifiable.

You know, you should show

that e-mail to your lawyer.

Yeah, it's a good thing you said that.

I had it earmarked for the scrapbook.

Thank you, Veronica.

Nine years of radio silence and yet I still

kind of knew, deep down, I could count on you.

About those nine years...

Ah, bygones.

I didn't get a chance

to say before.

I'm really sorry about Carrie.

It's funny, you know?

We had a good first year.

You know, a year of being in love.

Then her shitty friends, her

self-loathing kind of destroyed that.

You think I have demons?

She was...

Last year was bad.

And I wasn't a boyfriend.

Not really.

You know, I was something

closer to a sponsor.

That's a funny thought, isn't it?

Me as a stabilizing influence.

- You're gonna get through this.

- Am I?

Oh, I guess it has

been a charmed life.

Take care of yourself, Veronica.

You too.

As far as I can see it's no big deal.

Am I missing something?

You really want to ask that question?

We're gonna move on. We have

a Bonnie De Ville update.

The star's family is pissed

off because Logan Echolls...

is still walking around a free man.

Well, the fact is, I mean, Conrad

Murray walked the streets for months.

So you're saying you think

Logan Echolls did it.

I'm saying that I wouldn't want

to be in Logan Echolls' shoes.

Can you name a single person who

thinks that kid is innocent?

I can name one.

So, what are you gonna

do about it, Veronica?

Ready to head down to the Batcave?

"Accessories"?

Was I trying to keep Dad

from looking inside?

Would labeling it "Pandora" have

seemed a little, what, I don't know...

operatic?

Haven't you spent nine years

figuring out exactly who you are?

Hasn't your life been better

since giving this up?

Getting out of Neptune?

It was an iniquitous

hellhole when you left.

And from the look of things,

it's only gotten more corrupt.

Everything you worked for

is right in from' of you.

Solid relationship...

quality job prospects...

a low-profile existence.

Or does all that just bore the

sh*t out of you, Veronica?

It's just a couple more days.

He needs my help.

You said you were gonna be

swamped with work anyway.

The trade deadline approaching,

this affects the league in...

Sticking around for a while?

You know, the magnetic

pull of Neptune High...

I'm heading out.

Yep.

You know what?

It's a one-time deal.

A farewell tour, if you will.

Then again, you ever

hear the one...

about the junkie who was satisfied with

just one more taste of the good stuff?

You should only wear this.

Neither have I.

That one.

Really? Not what I was expecting.

Not the big house.

It's Unit B according

to county tax records.

My guess is, it's the

garage apartment out back.

I wanna get inside.

Specifically, I wanna

get on her computer.

See if, A, she's the one who

sent you that e-mail...

and, B, if she had anything to do with

those videos from inside Carrie's house.

I think we would have

noticed her filming us.

You found her hiding

in Carrie's closet?

She could have hidden

a camera anywhere.

A stuffed animal nanny

cam, flowers always work.

My dad has a trucker hat

that's rigged with a camera.

Flowers.

That's how she got in.

We were having a party. She

came over delivering flowers.

We lost track of her in the chaos.

You think there might have been a key lying

around when you found Ruby in the closet?

She used it to break in

and electrocute Carrie?

No, it's a walled and gated

subdivision on the marina.

Lots of celebrity homeowners. Former

Mossad agents patrolling the grounds.

Why did you go over

there that night?

The tabloids say you

broke up with her...

when you found out she was

hooking up with that bozo, Sean.

Dick saw a tweet that night saying

Carrie was showing up at the 09er.

She'd been 10 weeks sober, so I texted her

saying, "You sure that's a good idea?"

She calls me back,

starts railing on me.

Later, she texts saying she's having a

moment of weakness and needed my help.

So like any good sponsor, you go?

Am I doing this now?

Fine.

I checked in at the gate.

I'd been there enough they

knew me. They just let me in.

I'd been to Carrie's

house a hundred times.

I knew her alarm code.

Everyone knew her code,

but this time it didn't work.

Carrie?

Now, the alarm goes off.

Then the phone starts ringing.

I knew it was the guard gate...

Carrie!

But I didn't know the code word.

She's not in her bedroom.

Then I see her

bathroom door's open.

I walk in and there

she is in the tub.

I reach for her.

Next thing I know I'm

being read my rights.

- You didn't see the extension cord?

- No.

All right. We should get moving.

Your car doesn't exactly blend.

Holding my breath

What are the odds? Bonnie's

first chart-topping hit...

seems to be all about drowning...

and she's found dead

in her bathtub.

I can taste all my secrets

What's the largest capacity

memory stick we own?

Aw. You wrote that on my

first Father's Day card.

I've got a 256 gig.

Can I borrow it?

Thing holds, like,

75,000 snapshots.

You must really be

reconnecting with old friends.

I shoot RAW, man.

It's a real memory hog.

Do you know what you're

doing here, honey?

The evidence paints

a clear picture.

I know Logan has his qualities,

but there's a darkness to that kid.

I know what I'm doing.

Hi there.

- Are you Mrs. Barnes?

- I am.

My name is Pam Martin.

I am a location scout

for a movie...

and the script calls for

a garage apartment.

I was hoping you might let me take a

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