Veronica Mars Page #6

- Oh, go, go. Peace.

- Is that Weevil Navarro in slacks?

- Hey.

You're hugging me.

Please don't make me look

bad in front of my wife.

- Your what?

- Yeah.

This is my wife, Jade. Heh.

- Hi, I'm Veronica.

- Oh.

- Hi. It's so nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you too.

- And, uh, this, this is, uh...

- Sorry.

This is Valentina.

- Shut up.

- She's 3.

I'm attending tea parties at

doll stores. This kid rules me.

Any Pirates in the house?

Ahoy!

That's what I'm talking about.

I hear she's the pole cardio

instructor to the stars.

So hot wife, cute kid.

This is not the Weevil that I know.

And, uh, I own my own shop now.

And I haven't been on my bike

since Valentina was born.

To remember those of us who

are no longer around...

Well, I'll be damned.

Please turn your attention

to the screen...

as we say goodbye to old friends.

Shelly.

Felix Toombs.

- Hey, Sean, how you doing, man?

- Meg Manning.

Some pretty interesting pictures you

got there. You think that's funny?

Rhonda Landers.

What happened to getting

creative with Alexis Link?

Carrie Bishop.

Murderer!

Susan Knight.

Okay, now I remember Susan Knight.

Oh, my God.

Logan!

"Serendipity,"

Carrie's new tattoo...

was the name of the boat they were on

the night Carrie's best friend drowned.

And Carrie's new album,

Confessional?

"Try drowning all our

memories tonight"?

Something happened on that boat.

- Yeah? You sound like Ruby.

- Carrie couldn't keep the secret anymore.

She was unraveling,

and whoever killed Carrie...

did it to shut her up.

So who else was on

the boat that night?

- There was Carrie, Stu Cobbler, Dick.

- Dick?

Yeah. Dick, Gia Goodman,

Luke Haldeman. That crowd.

You ever talk about what

happened that night with Carrie?

Yeah, once.

She curled up in a fetal position,

didn't speak the rest of the night.

Biggest Success Story goes to...

Patti Jackson...

for starting her own line of

natural hair-care products.

Hey! My people. This must

be the good-time table.

- Hey, my brother! What's going on, man?

- What's up, man?

- How are you?

- So 10-year reunion.

I want some Kylie Minogue, some Pussycat

Dolls, maybe some solo Rob Thomas.

I've had a few drinks on the plane.

Shh. Where's Veronica?

The award for Coming

the Longest goes to...

Veronica Mars.

Get that off. Get that off now!

- So, what brought you here tonight?

- I was gonna ask you the same.

I was kidnapped. You?

Pictures of Carrie doing lines of coke showed

up on Sean Friedrich's Instagram feed today.

I knew he'd be here tonight.

I explained to him that it would be best for

him if those came down and no more appeared.

Logan, you are suspected of murder.

- You have to be smart.

- Yeah.

Veronica. You need to

get back inside now.

Piz is here, and he's

wondering where you are.

And that is not the worst of it.

Neptune High.

What do you think so far?

It actually does sit

on a Hellmouth.

- Piznarski, no.

- This is what men do, right?

- What do we do?

- Get to an exit.

Welcome to the V.C., b*tch!

Veronica!

You must be so proud.

Just because you were

an unpopular b*tch...

you had to ruin it

for everybody else.

- I'd stop there.

- Oh, would you?

What are you gonna do,

use your stun gun on me?

Don't you think that's

gotten a bit old?

Original enough for you?

This is absurd. The school district

is on the hook for the deposit.

How did this happen?

Never mind.

Hey, Mr. C. You miss me yet?

It's been 10 years of peace

and quiet, Veronica.

If you like that sort of thing.

Veronica.

It's been...

boring.

Yeah, buddy.

Wanna hit an after-party?

Oh, but I'm having

so much fun here.

- Yeah, I think I'll skedaddle.

- That's probably wise.

Hey, thanks for jumping in, Piz.

Oh, sure, sure.

Logan gonna be at this after-party?

Nope.

'Cause this is a stickup

It's time to give up

I'm takin' over tonight

So put your hands in the air

Sure, it looks like I'm having fun.

But even my alkie mom knew how to

put on a show to hide her disease.

She could PTA with the best of them,

but her mind was never far...

from that bit of liquid

courage she kept handy.

I adore these three people,

but there's a case to be solved.

So shut up and dance

There are people in this room with

information I want and don't have.

Dick at 2 o'clock.

Gia and Luke at 6.

Cobb by the buffet.

And until I get it...

they are the proverbial

flask in my purse.

I mean, all the fighting

and the dancing.

Living in an old Michael Jackson

music video, it's exhausting.

Somebody needs a tasty beverage.

- Mm-hm.

- They're making drinks with kumquats.

Would you like me to

procure one for you?

You would do that for me?

I live to serve.

Farewell, my concubine.

- And I'll take a Bud. Thanks for asking.

- And an Old Grand-Dad.

The bourbon. Not some old guy.

Words With Friends?

Some people just call it texting.

I wanna ask you about the

night Susan Knight died.

Heh. Of course you do.

It's a party.

The memorial video got me thinking.

I've never really heard what happened.

I have told this story about

10 zillion times, but okay.

We were partying on

Carrie's dad's boat.

We all got hammered,

because it turns out...

it's pretty boring partying on

a boat after about 15 minutes.

Woke up the next morning and everyone is

freaking out because they can't find Susan.

Ripped the boat apart

looking for her...

but she was gone-zo.

Last time I saw Susan, she was blowing

chunks over the side of the boat.

She must've slipped and fell off.

I heard later that she

couldn't swim for sh*t.

What a nightmare.

I can't imagine.

Must have been awful when you

figured out she was missing.

I had to go to therapy for

post-traumatic stress.

I still can't go on a boat.

Or smell schnapps.

It was awful. It was, uh...

We drank a sh*t-ton of booze...

and we all woke up, we were really

hungover, panicked out of our minds.

It was a crazy night.

Ooh, what crazy night

are we talking about?

Veronica was just asking about the

night that Susan fell overboard.

I hired a mixologist, Veronica.

Now is not the time.

And no mention? I mean...

You guys are getting married?

In three months and two days.

Son of a congressman.

He's his dad's chief

of staff now...

but he's got his eye on the prize.

Sorry to interrupt. Uh...

You're running low on ice. I'll run

over to my place and get some.

Can you bring back wine

and aspirin too, please?

Yeah.

Hey, I'm really sorry about Carrie, Gia.

I know you all were friends.

Not just friends. She was gonna

be one of my bridesmaids.

Yeah, Gia was the last person

to see her other than, uh...

you know. Ahem.

If she had just been on time for

once, she'd still be alive.

- Ha, ha.

- And you thought I wasn't listening.

See? I told you she

didn't join a cult.

Get back in your car.

You're gonna get hurt, old man.

I'm lost. Don't you get that?

The navigation led me out here.

They're gonna murder me, or worse!

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