Veronica Mars Page #8

the morning after Susan

Knight disappeared off of it.

Notice anything?

- Uh, the police photo is black-and-white.

- The anchor.

- Exactly.

- I don't see an anchor.

Not in this one.

Here is where it normally goes.

Okay, so?

So my first guess is that there is no

anchor, because it was used to make sure...

that Susan Knight's body sunk to

the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.

California has the

death penalty, Dick.

So act like you give a damn about your friend

and tell me what really happened that night.

I already told you, Veronica, okay?

I don't think this has jack

to do with Carrie's murder.

I wish Logan could quit you. I'm your

friend. Are you listening to this?

- I need your computer.

- Yeah, well, at least you asked nicely.

Hey, you got any more

of those cupcakes?

You're still here?

Why? Is your boyfriend

showing up? Heh.

She's sitting at her makeup table.

That angle, that's exactly where

she kept her tablet docked.

So the feed could be coming

from the tablet camera.

People can do that? They can spy

on you from your own tablet?

I don't know, but I know

someone who would.

Nobody could be spying on you from your

normal out-of-the-box tablet computer.

But it is possible.

Someone would have to modify a wireless

model, install additional hardware.

It would be complicated.

There were Galaxy tablets in the

gift bags at the MTV Music Awards.

Carrie was making fun of James Franco

for trying to walk off with six.

Franco. You guys see that Candid Camera

video of him trying on skinny jeans?

Sh*t is hilarious.

Show me.

Well, I believe I have that

bookmarked right here.

Sayonara, Mac.

Let's get weird!

There may be six degrees between anyone

on the planet and Kevin Bacon...

but if you're under 30 and

living in Southern California...

you're never more than two

degrees from James Franco.

In this case, Dick to facialist...

facialist to Franco's assistant.

Then something to get that

assistant's attention.

All right, let me see if I'm

understanding this correctly.

You do not have in your possession pages

from Tolkien's original manuscript...

for the Quenta Silmarillion depicting

Beren wandering into Doriath...

and falling in love with Luthien,

the Elf king's daughter?

- I do not.

- What?

- You didn't check this out, Penny?

- Yes...

You recently attended

the MTV Movie Awards...

and I'm fairly certain that whoever

gave out the gift bags at the awards...

gave tablets that were

preloaded with spy software.

- Really? - You might have

noticed some strange videos...

of you circulating the Internet.

- How strange? Like, naked strange?

- No.

One of you trying

on skinny jeans...

and one of you in your underwear

trying to list words...

- that rhyme with orange.

- Yeah. It's so hard.

Borange. Corange. Dorange.

Well, that's not that bad.

Penny floats in and out of frame

in a few of the videos...

so I was hoping we could use her to

smoke out who's ever doing this.

Or I could just play her in drag.

Hey, Penny, give me your glasses.

Hey. So you're interested in

hidden-camera celebrity footage.

If you've got the cash, I've got some

hidden video I know you'll want to see.

Meet me at the Santa Monica Pier in

one hour by the dancing gorilla.

Good job, Pen.

Monkey's following you. Ha, ha!

Of course.

Do you work for tips?

Here's a tip. Change professions.

Vincent Van Lowe. Neptune's

second-best PI but foremost ass-hat.

- Monkeys.

- Psst.

Anyone looking for some

quality celebrity video?

Yeah, but it better be weird.

I don't want any more night vision footage

of James Franco adjusting his nuts.

We'll go back to my van.

Show me what you got.

Let's Go Back to My Van:

The Vinnie Van Lowe Story.

Think, Vinnie, 10,000

tequila sunrises ago.

Oh.

Well, if it isn't Neptune's

very own Angela Lansbury.

You've aged well.

I hear you went legit.

As it turns out, I am

too legit to quit.

I need everything you got off

Bonnie DeVille's tablet.

Oh. I know not of what you speak.

I am just a respectable businessman

trying to earn an honest dollar.

Give it to me, Vinnie.

Or I'll tell 50 Cent's security team

where they can find the guy...

who posted video of Fiddy

baking lemon cake...

while singing "Afternoon Delight. "

I can feel you acting like

you're not impressed.

You should be happy for me,

V-Mars. I found my calling.

Oh, yeah. Nip slips. Boozy

bar exits. Bad beach bodies.

Do you have any idea

what People will pay...

for a shot of a celebrity looking

stupid while eating? A lot.

I do the circuit.

I do the chi-chi stores and

I do the French preschools.

If you have more than

five IMDb credits...

you can't pick a wedgie in your backyard

without me finding out a way to get paid.

Ha, ha. I'm the reason people

know Anne Hathaway has a vagina.

Before that, they thought, yeah,

maybe, but they didn't know.

Two hundred and

fifty-six gigs. Nice.

Anyway, you'll like this. I stuffed

30 tablets into those MTV gift bags.

- You wanna know my return on investment?

- Nope. No, I don't.

You're legal now, right?

We should go out sometime.

- Yuck.

- All right.

Your loss. Hey, FYI...

uh, Bonnie DeVille? Her video

feed ends the night she dies.

It's motion-detected...

so, you know, there's not a

lot of motion postmortem.

Good seeing you, Veronica.

This isn't gonna be easy to watch.

It's all the video Vinnie

captured off the tablet camera.

- Hey.

- You're such a punk-ass b*tch.

You want this...

in your face?

- No, I really don't.

- Eat up.

Speak, girl. Speak.

You can do it. Speak.

And this is the day she died.

Hey, it's Carrie.

We're going out tonight.

Gia said she was at

Carrie's house that day.

What is that?

Where are we now?

Recognize this?

She's at the 09er.

And check out the timestamp.

12:
32.

That's when I got the text from

Carrie saying she needed my help.

Carrie didn't send you

that text. Gia did.

Right here. From Carrie's tablet.

It was Gia trying to get you

to show up at Carrie's house.

I know what happened.

Nice hat. Irony.

- How's that working out for you?

- No irony here.

Free hug. Anytime, anywhere.

Pass. Sacks said you had

something I'd be interested in.

I'm assuming it's a

signed confession.

How was Carrie's time

of death determined?

Quickly. Guards at the security

gate checked Logan in at 1:15 a. m.

Carrie's alarm went off at 1:21.

They showed up. Found

her dead at 1:
31.

Time of death sometime

between 1:
21 and 1:31.

Carrie was dead long before that.

- Gia Goodman was over there earlier.

- Guards checked her out at 3 p. m.

Many people, including Free Hugs over

here, spoke to Carrie after that.

We have phone records.

Carrie was alive when Gia left,

but Gia didn't go alone.

Her son-of-a-congressman

fianc went with her.

Probably in the trunk.

When Gia left, she simply left a

door or a window open for Luke.

He waited for his opportunity.

After he did the deed,

he grabbed Carrie's tablet...

and he changed the alarm code

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