Veronica Mars Page #7

- Hey, do you want some help?

- Aah!

- Hello?

- Your cab has arrived.

Your cab has arrived.

- Veronica?

- Yeah?

Cab's here. I thought I was

taking you to the airport.

Cab's for me.

Veronica's sticking around town a

little bit longer. Good to see you.

- Stosh?

- Hey.

I'm onto something, Dad. It's big.

And you were in there? All night?

Did Veronica not show you our fine

selection of couches? That baby folds out.

The walls here are thin.

But our tantric lovemaking is remarkable

for its stillness and tranquility.

She passed out. Nothing happened.

I'm gonna go get my cab.

The new job just gave me

a couple more days...

so I will be back by the time

your parents get to the city.

Okay, fair warning...

I've oversold you.

They don't think I could have landed a

creature such as the one I've described.

Don't they know their

son's a sexual sharknado?

Ha, ha. Uh, hasn't come up yet. I've been

waiting for the perfect moment, so...

- Bye.

- Bye.

Cliff just called from the hospital.

Celeste Kane shot Weevil Navarro.

She's claiming self-defense.

- Weevil just regained consciousness.

- I'm coming with you.

Celeste Kane's statement

says her car broke down...

and she was accosted by

the motorcycle gang.

She claims she was terrified.

Then she says Mr. Navarro

approached her car...

rapped on the window with a

Beretta and said, "Time to party. "

That's when she fired.

Please get this case dismissed...

before anybody believes the words

"time to party" came out of my mouth.

- Did you have a gun out, Eli?

- I haven't touched a gun in years.

Oh, police gave me this.

It's a gun reported stolen from a

house in Weevil's neighborhood.

That the police clearly

confiscated and planted on him.

Weevil's record has been

spotless for five years.

Meanwhile, this is my 11th

client in the past six months...

claiming that the sheriff's department

planted contraband on them.

You have a serial

number on that gun?

So if we're to believe

this police report...

Weevil left the reunion, dropped off his

foxy wife and his "Most Changed" trophy...

and, still wearing his

dress shirt and slacks...

teamed up with the motorcycle

gang he left a decade ago...

to harass the richest divorce

in Southern California?

Well, when you say it like that,

I start to see some holes in it.

I'm gonna talk to some of those gang kids.

See if any will come forward.

See if there's a Beretta

registered to Celeste Kane.

Veronica.

I have this. It's my case.

You already have a job.

It's in New York.

You did it, kid. You made it out.

Don't let this town take you

down like it does everyone else.

Didn't take you down.

Well, love is blind.

Dr. Newton to Physical Therapy.

Dr. Newton to Physical Therapy.

I could still get you the

names of the PCHers.

I have someone in the

sheriff's department...

who might help me if he

can work up the nerve.

The nerve? The sheriff's

department is a joke.

It's been a giant clown car

since you left office.

They're dangerous, Veronica.

Cops with swimming pools and sports cars?

They've got a good thing going.

- I want you to stay away from them.

- Yeah, okay.

- Just... I need one file from them.

- Veronica.

And don't worry, I won't even go

to get it. I'll have it delivered.

Dr. Loan, Dr. Harriet Loan.

Hey, Sacks, do you think I need to set a

Google alert for "Sheriff Daniel Lamb?"

I'm afraid I might be missing stuff

by just having "Sheriff Dan Lamb. "

- Why am I even asking you?

- You have a call on Line 1.

Martina Vasquez?

- Channel 9's Martina Vasquez?

- Yeah. She's got some questions for you.

This is Sheriff Dan Lamb.

Got a minute, sheriff?

Ha, ha. Nothing but time for

you, Miss Martina Vasquez.

What can I do for you?

You have something I'm dying

to get my hands on, sheriff.

Well, vice versa, Miss Vasquez.

I'm doing a lengthy piece

on Bonnie DeVille.

I'd love whatever you have on the

night her best friend drowned.

I understand there was

an investigation?

Yeah. We're not really in the habit

of just handing out case files.

I'm not in the habit of dating

cops, but I make exceptions.

Do you ever make exceptions?

I'll have it scanned

for you right now.

Would you say I was a good parent?

Great. Do you have a pen?

Uh...

Indeed, I do.

Detective, there is a

woman at your desk.

I told her not to wait there, but

she's not taking no for an answer.

Huh.

Excuse me, miss, can I help you?

Long time, deputy.

I'm sorry, do we know each other?

Leo, stop.

It's Veronica. We used to make out.

Which was a little sketchy...

because you worked at the sheriff's

department and I was still in high school.

No, Veronica.

From Neptune.

What can I do for you?

Um...

The Susan Knight drowning

about nine years ago.

I was just hoping to ask you

a few things about it...

because you questioned Carrie

Bishop. Do you remember?

Heh. I'm really sorry. How do

we know each other again?

- It was...?

- Veronica.

Veronica. I don't

mean to be rude...

but the first time you came around asking

me for favors, you got all dolled up.

And you brought me a pizza.

- You're a prick.

- I'm a prick?

Mm-hm. You're a prick.

I'm a prick, but also I love pizza,

and I thought, "What a gesture. "

You had that red number on,

I liked the red number.

It made me think impure thoughts.

And I feel like this is a

step backwards for us.

There it is. By the way...

I didn't know the FBI was

looking into the DeVille case.

- I'm not with the FBI.

- Are you sure?

I could've sworn that I heard

somewhere that you were with the FBI.

- Another life, maybe.

- All right, let me see it.

Not the pizza. I'm gonna get

into the pizza in a minute.

This is the whole Susan Knight

case file. How'd you get this?

Yeah, when I took Carrie's statement

that night, she was a complete wreck.

She was talking about

how it was their fault.

How they were going to hell, how they

were supposed to take care of each other.

And I tried to get

more specifics...

but Luke Haldeman Senior's

lawyer showed up...

and demanded that he speak

to all of them in private.

That's when they all, I don't know,

decided to toe the company line.

They were all drinking, they passed out.

They woke up, Susan was gone.

Yeah, no body was ever found.

Never sat right with me.

But we never had any evidence

to the contrary, so...

Someone on the Serendipity

killed Carrie.

- I would bet my life on it.

- Okay.

Gia Goodman.

Luke Haldeman.

Stu Cobbler.

Your longtime companion, Dick.

Hey, Iron Mike.

Have you seen the Instagram feed from the

reunion? Some hilarious shots from the fight.

Check out your boy, Piz.

Kapow!

Ha, ha! There's another

one back here too.

Hey, you didn't tell me

you and Piz were a thing.

My love life didn't seem relevant.

Wait, what was that?

Toya LaGrone's hoobity-boobities.

- No, back one.

- Okay.

- What?

- What, did you see a ghost or something?

This is a police

photo of the boat...

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