04x05 - Losing Streak

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Veronica Mars". Aired September 2004 - July 2019.*
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After Veronica's father is removed as county Sheriff and best friend is m*rder*d, she helps her father as a PI cracking the toughest mysteries in the fictional town of Neptune, California.
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04x05 - Losing Streak

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VERONICA: Previously on Veronica Mars There's the rest of the dream team!

I hired my own P. I.

to find the ring.

From what I hear, it's an heirloom dating all the way back to the pharaohs.

- [GASPS]

- Gimme your wallet and phone, bitch.

This is you, right?

You're the Sea Sprite shitter.

- [GUYS LAUGHING]

- MAN: Hey!

Hey, that was my phone!

You bi [ALL EXCLAIM]

Well, I saw this clown's friend put some powdery sh*t in those girls' drinks.

Maybe he'll get hit by a car.

- [b*mb BEEPING]

- [expl*si*n]

v*olence is the unintended consequence of letting a town go to seed.

- [ALL SHOUTING]

- Big d*ck Casablancas and Clyde Pickett they're responsible for the bombings.

You little piece of sh*t!

VERONICA: Cussing mothercusser.

- He - Bugged our office.

I believe you're right.

KEITH [ON RECORDING]

: It's a theory.

I wouldn't stake my reputation on it.

I might stake yours, but - VERONICA: What?

- KEITH: Hello.

What do we have here?

VERONICA: Is that a bug?

- KEITH: Who do you think?

- VERONICA: Powell divorce, probably.

20 million changing hands.

And his people were dirty.

KEITH: What about Whole Lotta Lotta versus Ramirez?

Those lawyers who came in here?

VERONICA: Hmm.

Could have been the pizza man.

[LAUGHS]

- KEITH: Who?

- VERONICA: Penn Epner and his merry band of Murderheads.

Remember?

He came in here wanting to combine forces?

KEITH: [LAUGHS]

That guy couldn't find his ass with both hands!

- You wanna keep this?

- VERONICA: No, I don't use that brand.

[CLATTER, RECORDING STOPS]

[TAPPING KEYBOARD]

[GRUNTS]

Well, sh*t.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

SINGER: A long time ago We used to be friends But I haven't thought of you lately at all Bring it on, bring it on, yeah Just remember me when We used to be friends A long time ago We used to be friends A long time ago We used to be friends Hey LOGAN: So the pizza guy bugged your office?

Mm-hm.

But we took care of it.

[GRUNTS]

Hey can we talk about this?

Yeah, about how I'm saving the planet by biking everywhere?

Yeah, you're basically the Lorax.

Um, is it possible that we could tie your little friend up outside?

Anything, my love.

Wait a minute.

- LOGAN: Hm?

- Come here.

I just want to remember what it looked like before it got shrunk.

You've made that joke before.

- I know.

It's a solid bit.

- LOGAN: Hm.

So, we'll meet up at Wallace's after work?

Ohh.

Wallace's housewarming.

[SIGHS]

You know, I love Wallace, and Shae, but some of their friends are Yuppies?

- VERONICA: Boring yuppies.

- [PHONE CHIMES]

- Text from Leo.

- VERONICA: Oh.

Okay.

"Mark those five hours yesterday as billable.

If an FBI auditor calls, you have my back, right?" Then there's a I'm not emoji savvy, - Yep.

- but it looks like a wink.

Yes, it's a wink.

So how many courses was this lunch, Veronica?

- We did some casework afterwards.

- LOGAN: Uh-huh.

You knew we were having lunch.

Yeah.

Well, at five hours, shouldn't it be called something else?

I thought your therapist had driven all these dark thoughts out of your head.

Well, what do you know, there are a few left.

You gonna talk about this with her?

I don't like to go in with a set playlist.

I like to keep it improvisational, like jazz.

Another ding on therapy.

It's like jazz.

But yeah, your marathon lunch will probably come up.

[DOOR CLOSES]

You guys thought you caught this assh*le, and you quit looking.

And now one of us has a dead son.

[SIGHS]

We haven't quit looking.

That man accused at the meeting last night, why isn't he in custody?

I'm very sorry for your loss, Mr.

Linden, but rest assured, - we are doing everything in our power - Ya know, I'm I'm gonna stop you right there Marcia.

May I call you Marcia?

Sure.

Enough with the steady stream of bullshit.

I mean, it's like a bull somehow found its way into your mouth - and is just lettin' it rip.

- Okay, Mr. Linden Now, I started an online gambling empire on the back of a credit card with a $500 spending limit.

And now I own my own g*dd*mn island, on which I am literally king.

- Mr. Linden

- CALVIN: Because I'm direct.

Because I'm not afraid to ruffle any feathers.

And because I don't sit on my ass in the middle of a crisis.

- Mr. Linden

- CALVIN: No, excuse excuse me.

You know, years from now, when kids are building sand castles on Neptune's beaches, they're gonna be finding pieces of my boy's skull.

And meanwhile, Marcia,

- you and your Podunk police department

- Mr. Linden, sit down.

No, I'm happy standing.

I don't give a good g*dd*mn how happy you are.

I said sit down.

All right.

Now out on Dipshit Island, you can swing your little d*ck around all you like, but Neptune?

That's my island.

I will find the responsible party, but let me make a few things clear.

Your boy, may he rest in peace, was an assh*le.

His hobby was drugging girls who might not otherwise have sex with him.

And you, sir, are under investigation for tax fraud and tax evasion and will soon be sipping drinks out of a coconut in federal custody.

Oh, I know exactly who you are, Calvin Linden.

And you don't scare me.

So here's how this is going to go.

You are going to leave this office now and let me do my job.

Is that understood?

[SIGHS]

[WHISTLES]

Hey!

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

You guys want a real story?

C'mon, get your asses over here.

[REPORTERS CHATTERING]

You lined up on me all right?

Good?

Good.

[CLEARS THROAT]

My name is Calvin Linden.

King of Platform 1881 and CEO of Fan Fantasy Fantasia.

My son [VOICE BREAKING]

was Prince Bryce Linden.

As we speak, I am texting my secretary of the treasury to prepare a check for $250,000, payable to whoever finds my son's k*ller.

I prefer that he be brought in alive, because I'm gonna k*ll that prick myself.

But I can be flexible on that point.

Whatever.

REPORTER: Mr. Linden.

Mr. Linden, sir.

Yeah, Stretch.

What do you need?

Do you have any theories on who might have [CHATTER]

WALLACE: No.

Thanks, babe.

Hey, look who it is, Noah.

It's Auntie Veronica.

Bearing gifts.

You guy aren't weird about grenades, are you?

Oh, 'course not.

And just in time.

He was getting tired of the throwing stars you gave him.

And our poor dog You don't have a dog.

- Well, not anymore.

- [BOTH LAUGH]

- Thank you so much for coming.

- VERONICA: Thanks for having me.

WOMAN: Shae!

- Oh, excuse me, Veronica.

- Mm-hm.

WALLACE: I'm glad you made it.

I thought you would be out chasing that reward.

Pfft.

It's gonna be a nightmare.

Every idiot in town stepping on clues?

No.

Well, I was about to put Noah down.

I'm a big girl.

I'll be fine.

We want to preserve the bathroom's original integrity, but tracking down vintage tile that matches And you finally find the correct shade, but it's not the correct size.

Ya know?

WOMAN 2: Have you tried the hummus?

A-maz-ing.

I'm not really a hummus girl.

Trust me, it'll change your life.

MAN: A P.

I.

That must be fascinating.

I used to love watching Charlie Chan movies with my grandpa.

- It's pretty different.

- Well, obviously, but the idea's basically the same.

WOMAN 3: Eliza was 53rd on the waiting list for three spots at this preschool.

Ooh.

Not great.

WOMAN 3: So, when I got pregnant again, I called and I asked to see if I could get my unborn child on the list, and they said sure.

And here is the crazy part [LAUGHS]

How could this get any crazier?

VERONICA: Nicole.

Hey, when did you get Shh.

I need to hear the end of this.

Go on.

Riverwood gives preferential treatment to siblings, so my fetus actually ends up getting Eliza in.

- That's mind-boggling.

- Yeah?

Wow.

Yeah.

I mean, it's it's nothing compared to what happened with Veronica's kids.

- My kids.

Yeah.

- Yeah.

- That was insane.

- Insane.

- Well, tell her the story.

Come on.

- Oh, I've told it so many times.

You have to hear it.

It's so good, though.

- Okay.

- Okay.

So I was searching for a preschool for my twins, uh, Hakeem and Olajuwon.

Hakeem is a dream, and Olajuwon has the heart of a champion.

VERONICA: You're very sweet.

Well, the preschool that I liked is very gung-ho about diversity.

They hear those names, they make certain assumptions.

They assume they were black.

And African.

And Muslim.

VERONICA: Yeah.

But we're not Muslim.

And so, on the first day, two little blond boys show up and the school was like, "What?!" And while I swear I had no intention of gaming the system She's just a huge fan of 1990s Houston Rockets basketball.

Mm-hm.

But it's a great preschool, so I just kept my big trap shut.

Excuse me.

Whew.

What now?

I wouldn't have thought of you as someone who vapes.

Took you for old-school.

Well, my bong doesn't fit in my bag.

- [PHONE BUZZES]

- Mm.

Your bag is vibrating, Veronica.

What have you got in there?

- Mr.

Rabbit, is that you?

- [NICOLE LAUGHS]

VERONICA: [GASPS]

No, it's Mr.

Phone.

Ohh.

[VERONICA GRUNTING]

[BUZZING CONTINUES]

Hey, Honey Bunches of Oats.

Hey, Cap'n Crunch.

Looks like I'm not gettin' off till late.

The congressman's gettin' stir-crazy.

Coolio.

It's fine.

Don't worry about it.

Are you high?

Yeah.

On life.

- [LAUGHING]

- And weed.

- Nicole brought it.

- [GASPS]

[BOTH LAUGH]

Fun.

- Just promise you won't drive.

- I promise.

LOGAN: Same goes for Nicole.

Nicole, my dad says you cannot drive.

No problem.

I have a driver.

- LOGAN: Hey, I'm sorry about this morning.

- [VERONICA, NICOLE WHISPERING]

I shouldn't have perused your messages.

That one from Leo, though, was a real page-turner.

VERONICA: Forgiven.

But just so you know, if the situation were reversed, I would consider your privacy sacred.

You are high.

- VERONICA: [GIGGLING]

Okay, bye!

- LOGAN: Okay, bye!

You have a g*n.

- And a hairbrush.

- NICOLE: Mm.

- You have a driver?

- I do.

Can we sh**t it?

It's mostly just used for brushing hair.

Oh!

The g*n.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[GLASS BREAKING]

[CONTINUES f*ring]

NICOLE: Mm.

So, I know who not to get in a gunfight with.

I'm not usually that accurate, I just really hate bottles.

They're the worst.

But as a bar owner, I've learned to make my peace.

VERONICA: Comrade Quacks.

Okay, how did a cosmopolitan woman like you end up owning a place like that?

A shitty meat market with a stupid name when, on a personal level, I'm dope as hell?

Basically.

Well, the original owner, Ilya Varushkin, was this crazy Russian.

I was a cocktail waitress, and we'd get off at 4:00 a. m.

and be forced to walk the five blocks back to where we parked, and Ilya refused to provide security, or lights, despite our repeated requests.

And one night morning I was att*cked and r*ped.

sh*t.

Sorry, I didn't I did No, I mean, I I sued that Russian prick for all he had.

Turns out all he had was Comrade Quacks.

So [DISTANT CLATTER]

VERONICA: You think construction sites have security?

My family had a construction business.

Trust me, we're fine.

- Ah.

- Mm.

What were we talking about?

Uh Um men suck.

Ah.

Yes.

Some.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Many.

Aaron Heller, who called me the C-word because I canceled plans with him the day my mum d*ed.

Sam Hicks, who said I completed him and then completed in my roommate's mouth.

The assh*le who r*ped me and every other assh*le who's put his hands and his mouth and his d*ck where it didn't belong.

Your turn.

Find every last scrap of dirt on that lying piece of sh*t!

Penn's a punk, no argument there.

I want to know every girl who ever laughed in his face.

Every sweat sock he ever tried to impregnate.

Every back zit he ever popped.

But you'll just end up making this into a bigger thing than What, I'm makin' it a bigger thing?!

He stood up in front of the City Council!

But Clyde, no one believes him!

He's the pizza boy who cried wolf!

And if I've learned anything from hip hop, you don't punch down.

I - You listen to hip hop?

- No.

But Veronica dragged me to Straight Outta Compton.

I-I feel I'm up to speed.

[CHUCKLES]

- Come on.

- [SIGHS]

You all right?

Yeah.

Sorry, this kind of sh*t just really sets me off, ya know?

I mean, I've worked very hard to get back some semblance of respectability.

[SIGHS]

CLYDE: And it's not like I don't get it.

I get it.

I mean, I've done some things I'm not proud of.

Haven't we all?

CLYDE: Well, we haven't all robbed multiple banks.

- KEITH: Not for lack of trying.

- CLYDE: Yeah.

But I do feel like sh**t' something, though.

You wanna join me?

- Promise there'll be beer?

- CLYDE: Scout's honor.

See you at noon.

Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God.

Have you thought about what you're gonna wear?

I'm thinking a backless top, but with jeans, just to balance it out.

I was thinkin' trench coat, nothing underneath.

Ooh, the old standby.

And where is your gentleman caller taking you tomorrow, Dad?

- Duck hunting.

- Kinky.

You realize it's not gonna be in a carnival booth?

Gives me a chance to work him.

You and our prime suspect, drunk, in a secluded wood with g*ns.

- What could go wrong?

- That's the spirit.

Any luck tying him and Big d*ck to those shell companies?

You were bragging about your mad computer skills.

No, I meant "bad" computer skills.

The list is on my computer.

Have at it.

Still feel like we're on the right track here?

I do.

Lay it out for me.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Big d*ck wants to remake the boardwalk on a budget, so he enlists his Chino pal, Clyde, to soften up the market.

The harassment campaign isn't driving local business owners out fast enough, so they commission a bunch of bombs from their other Chino pal, Perry Walsh.

We get close to Walsh, they And they still have some bombs, so they just keep going.

I can almost get there.

It's just the collar b*mb.

Maybe Big d*ck and Clyde would k*ll to get what they want, but this collar b*mb, the person who does that feels like someone just released from Arkham Asylum.

[PHONE CHIMES]

So this is what it would have been like if you had friends in high school.

[SNORTS]

What?

The former owner of Comrade Quacks just asked Nicole for a favor.

- Why is that funny?

- She sued the guy.

Took the only thing he owned.

Comrade Quacks.

Sued him over what?

Um, not providing adequate security.

She was r*ped?

- I didn't say th - KEITH: Nightclub is a sizeable settlement, I can tell she wasn't m*rder*d and you said it was over security.

You should be a private investigator.

Why are you so fired up?

I was looking for patterns among the victims.

Have you noticed that each of the bombs k*lled someone with a sex offense in his history?

Jimmy Hatfield, at the Sea Sprite, kicked out of his first college after two women accused him of popping up in their dorm room beds naked and uninvited.

Perry Walsh.

Mailed an ex-girlfriend a package b*mb along with a misogyny-laced "get well soon" card.

Bryce Linden, accused earlier of trying to roofie women, and you told me that the margarita slinger on the beach said something sexual to you.

It's a pattern.

But I was missing a perp.

- And now?

- What about Nicole?

- As the perp?!

- I'm just sayin'.

We saw what she did to Jimmy Hatfield.

Not a lot of ladies slip on sap gloves and knock men out with practiced right hooks.

Plus we know for sure that almost every victim passed through Quacks.

This is a cussing joke, right?

I make fun of you for befriending our lead suspect, and now you pull this theory out of your ass.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm probably grasping at straws.

She hasn't spoken about her expertise with expl*sives, - has she?

- Oh, yeah.

She makes those perfectly round bombs like Boris and Natasha.

And she likes to What?

Her family is in construction, which means Demolition.

She has the know-how.

But answer this.

Nicole's business hinges on spring break.

Why would she destroy her livelihood?

[SIGHS]

Fair enough.

Point, set, match.

My new friend is not a mass m*rder*r.

Yours probably is.

We'll see.

Chief.

Things just got weirder.

What's that?

It's a note from someone claiming to be the bomber.

Let me see that.

Y'know, you should probably wear gloves.

I can just read it to you.

"I am the Neptune spring break bomber.

I hope you and your feeble-minded officers have enjoyed my first four explosions.

But now the real fun begins, unless you accede to my demands.

" And there's an ultimatum for the mayor.

- MARCIA: Let me see that.

- And something about Neptune prostituting itself each year.

Has anybody else seen this?

VERONICA: Yeah, I'm coming home now.

Do you want me to pick something up for dinner?

[SNORTS]

Like really cooking?

- Or opening cans of soup?

- [KNOCK AT DOOR]

Maybe you should handle dinner.

Nope, a recidivist.

Be back soon.

Weevil?

[WEEVIL SIGHS]

What's wrong with you, Veronica?

You know, there are a range of opinions.

You got a problem with me, deal with me.

What you talkin' 'bout, Weevil?

Using a 19-year-old kid as a chip.

Wow.

That's some gutter sh*t.

[SNIFFS]

Try remembering when you were cool.

Hm.

Well, I mean, since you asked so nicely.

WEEVIL: Juan Diego's brother?

He took out two high-ranking Nuestra Familia street commanders.

That kid shows up in the Cali prison system, they're gonna put him in a box.

Oh, that Juan Diego.

The ice machine shitter.

Well, maybe he should have considered that before he held a Kn*fe to my throat.

But you know what?

Bygones.

Now, if you'll just fill me in on what's causing the uptick in petty crime by the boardwalk, my heart will remain three sizes too big.

[EXHALES]

No clue.

Bullshit!

You and me.

We were close once.

- If there's anything left - There's not.

My dad went out on a limb for you.

He and Cliff spent a year building your case against the Sheriff's Department, and you settled behind their backs.

I had a wife and a daughter to think about.

- I don't live on Cherry Tree Lane, V!

- [SCOFFS]

I needed the money!

Does that make me a criminal?

No.

Being a criminal makes you a criminal.

Which is why Jade split town, right?

She didn't want her kid raised by a Stop there, Veronica!

[PHONE RINGS]

Hector.

Yeah.

Go ahead.

Are you sure?

That's great news.

All right.

Yeah, bye.

Great news, huh?

Did you make the cover of Hoodlum Weekly?

Cops can't find the guy who filed the complaint against Juan Diego.

He must've split town.

So the charges are dropped!

How about that?

Turns out I'm not lowdown gutter trash.

Jury's out.

[SIGHS]

CAROL: The primary font he used is Avenir.

Which is French for "future".

Is he maybe indicating time frame?

Avenir's also classified as a geometric typeface.

I'll start drawing squares, triangles, and trapezoids through the text.

Maybe there's a message.

The word "fun" is blue.

"House" is red.

Red and blue make purple.

Purple funhouse.

The funhouse version of purple is green.

The next b*mb won't be at the beach, it'll be somewhere green.

A-A field, a wooded area, someone's lawn.

Yeah, well, that narrows it down to literally everywhere.

And the funhouse version of purple is green?

What?!

What's your better idea?

Uh, you know what, it's not better than funhouse purple.

But you've set the bar so high, Don.

You're still stuck on your Big d*ck theory, Penn?

Why?

The $250,000 reward?

I mean, I understand I'm not independently wealthy like the rest of you, so by all means, keep following Don down the garden path.

Think about it, Penn.

Does this note really sound like Big d*ck?

Did it ever occur to you that it could be fake?

Big d*ck or Clyde Pickett could have written it to throw us off the scent!

Everyone hold on to your straws.

Someone's grasping for them.

- You know what?

- [TAPPING KEYBOARD]

DON: Are you changing my filter again?

[LAUGHTER]

Did he change it?

What did he make me?

MARCIA: Look, it may sound absurd You're sh1tting me.

It's bullshit.

It's some dumb kid from Hearst College thinking he's funny.

Well, maybe.

But if there's even a five percent chance, Mark No, I say that we roll the dice.

I'm not doing this.

Way to stake out the moral high ground, Mark.

Well, eat sh*t, Marcia!

Theresa, will you talk some sense into her?

Mark, I agree with Chief Langdon.

From a human standpoint, and not to be crass, but from a political standpoint as well, I don't see where you have much choice.

[SIGHS]

I need to call my wife.

You'd do it if you were mayor.

You're a natural-born hero.

KEITH: Debatable.

[TAPPING KEYBOARD]

You buyin' that letter?

It reeks of knucklehead.

Agreed.

I guess we'll know if, as the letter promises, "the real fun is only just beginning.

" Hey, you fare any better than I did on those shell companies?

VERONICA: Nope.

We're gonna need someone with serious hacking chops.

I thought you youngsters were all computer whizzes.

What happened?

Too busy taking selfies?

Hey, are you cooking something?

Nope.

You sure you're not cooking anything?

[FIRE CRACKLING]

Holy sh*t!

Ohh.

Your breakfast burrito, I presume?

Yeah.

I heated up the toaster and I forgot to put it in.

Maybe if we just hook up jumper cables to your brain every morning?

[VERONICA MUTTERING]

[WATER RUNNING]

What is goin' on with you?

- [KNOCKING]

- MATTY: Hello?

Anybody there?

It's Matty.

So I thought I should drop by and, um, apologize.

For?

I told Penn your theory about all the criminal activity being sourced back to Chino.

- I didn't think he'd go broadcasting it - KEITH: It's okay.

I knew a girl your age who frequently made ill-advised decisions.

- Who?

- Hm?

I just wanna be able to help.

How are your hacking skills?

Non-existent.

Oh, cuss a duck.

I do know someone, though.

He's amazing.

You guys read about how everyone at Neptune High got straight A's last year?

- Yeah.

That was him?

- Mm-hm.

Wow.

He's a friend of yours?

Um, not really.

Hm.

That's too bad.

I think he likes me, though.

[SCHOOL BELL RINGING]

- GIRL: Hey there.

- WALLACE: Hey, good morning.

Thank you.

- BOY: Hey.

- WALLACE: Good morning.

Good morning.

Hey.

Matty.

Have you seen Caelen?

Uh, he had to talk to Ms.

Adler.

He should be here soon.

- So, you excited?

- About?

San Diego Air & Space Museum!

It's the Curtiss B-1 Robin of field trips!

Is that a plane?

Yes.

That's a plane.

- [STUDENTS CHATTERING]

- WALLACE: Listen up.

We only have a few hours at the museum, and a lot to see.

So I need you all on best behavior.

And just a reminder, I'm still waiting on computing programs from our optics unit from some of you.

You hear that last part, Owen?

I know the work's below your level A kid in diapers could write a scratch version of Pong, Coach Fennel.

I have a kid in diapers.

I'll test your theory.

I still need you to turn it in.

[STUDENTS MURMURING]

[TAPPING KEYBOARD]

He doesn't get it.

No one at this school does.

"Get your assignments done, move through the maze" It's like, who cares that you've got this giant brain in there?

Hey weird question.

Do you know anything about real estate?

Sorry.

Ohh.

That's too bad.

I have all these people coming at me to buy my dad's motel, and I wanna pick the right one, but I'm having an impossible time getting info on the companies.

I'm rambling.

Sorry to bug you.

Wait, hold on.

You can hack their systems.

I'm sure these places have insane security.

I'd have to be a computer genius.

You wouldn't have to be.

Oh, my God, Owen.

That's so sweet.

[QUIETLY]

It's a slippery slope, Owen.

While my client did have relations with the man in question, no money changed hands.

JUDGE: Really.

The john was fresh from a tour in Afghanistan, and Ms.

Carlyle has a "veterans fly free" policy.

My client has saluted many vets.

Men, women, from both Iraq wars, Vietnam, Korea even an intrepid World w*r II vet.

They really are the Greatest Generation.

Now, I'm perfectly willing to trot out every last one of them, but wouldn't it be better to applaud Ms.

Carlyle's love of country rather than putting us all through a lengthy trial?

JUDGE: [SIGHS]

Motion for dismissal granted.

[STRIKES GAVEL]

Ms. Carlyle, you're free to go.

Thank you, Your Honor.

And God bless America.

See, that's what I've been saying.

Taking a knee is patriotic.

Hello, Veronica.

Oh.

What can I do for you?

Juan Diego De La Cruz.

I believe he's a client of yours?

Only for another couple hours.

Charges have been dropped.

That one's in the win column.

New charges were just filed against him.

- Well, sh*t.

- By me.

- If I could be so bold - I need leverage over Weevil.

Begging the question Weevil may not have anything to do with the bombs, but I think he has information that could get us closer to knowing who does.

Juan Diego is scheduled to be re-arraigned this afternoon.

Hm.

I'd planned on taking The Missus on a hike this afternoon.

The Missus is my new puppy.

You named your dog The Missus?

Says the owner of a dog named Pony.

- Okay.

- CLIFF: So, Weevil ah, can't be happy about any of this, I take it.

- I guarantee it.

- Well, then, The Missus will understand.

VERONICA: Oh, one more thing.

Middle-aged white guys share secrets with others of their kind, don't they?

How else would we know which no-prescription-needed websites selling Viagra are legit?

Gross.

Um, has my dad talked to you about memory issues?

I forget.

VERONICA: Cliff.

Cliff!

Have you noticed anything unusual with my dad?

- With his memory?

- Unusual?

You cagey mothercusser.

Tell me what you know.

It is not my place to say, Veronica.

Ask your dad.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a new old client I need to see.

I-I don't think I can do this.

Of course you can.

You are the bravest man I know.

My dad is going to see.

All our friends.

What'll they think?

They'll think what everyone else in town is going to think: that Mark Dobbins is a hero.

[SIGHS]

Yeah?

What about your sister?

She won't think I'm a hero.

My sister's a bitch.

- [BOTH LAUGH]

- Come here.

I'm so proud of you.

DOBBINS: Ahh, I shoulda worked out more.

You look great.

Come on.

- [CROWD CHEERING]

- PAMELA: Oh, um what about your shoes?

The letter said "not a stitch".

I-I-I can't run without shoes.

I think this humiliation was the point.

I'm sure you're right.

[CROWD WOLF-WHISTLING]

PAMELA: Go get 'em.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[CROWD CHEERING, APPLAUDING]

- DOBBINS: Okay - [CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]

[CHEERING CONTINUES]

You hear Santino and Tomas were gunned down?

What's that, nine more dead now?

Just since we've been here?

[SMACKS LIPS]

Try this.

It's got lavender?

Like the flower?

Just a hint.

- That's good!

- Yeah.

DODIE: That's really good!


A lavender latte?

- ¿Por favor?

- SERVER: Sure.

Could you imaging having a meal like this back home?

Without lookin' over your shoulder every second afraid you'll be sh*t in the back?

But for fate, we coulda been born here.

This coulda been our lives.

So normal.

- To normal.

- To normal.

[DODIE CHUCKLES]

[CROWD CHEERING, CAR HORNS HONKING]

[HORN HONKS]

[CROWD CHEERING]

You know me, Veronica.

What do I always say?

"Are you gonna eat that?" Please.

I always say, "You don't negotiate with t*rrorists.

" I don't think I've heard you say that once in the 25 years I've known you.

Regardless, watching our valiant mayor trotting down Ocean Ave in his altogether was pretty damn entertaining.

[LAUGHING]

Here it is.

Wait, that's the video you want to show me?

The naked mayor one?

No.

That poor man.

Poor man?

Oh, obviously, you haven't seen the video.

He's a human tripod.

It's like watching The w*r of the Worlds.

Oh.

Here's one of The Missus being humped by Smoky Joe, the neighborhood Lothario.

Counselor?

Your client?

Thanks, Deputy.

Who are you?

I'm your court-appointed lawyer.

Cliff McCorm - Whatever.

- Why is she here?

She's your accuser.

Since when?

I thought I was getting out.

Since this morning.

Stay strong, J. D.

Oh, lady, come on!

"Lady"?

Cuss you.

"Lady".

You have no idea what you're doing here.

I'm pretty sure I do.

I'm putting you in an impossible situation.

If you don't give me satisfactory answers to my questions, I have the power to put you in Chino where people are waiting to k*ll you.

And if I tell you what you wanna know, I'm just as dead.

Where'd this money come from?

My wallet.

You stole 'em.

How did you get 'em?

I own a casino.

Okay.

I'm done here.

Where's the D. A.

's office again?

I just wanna stop by and let 'em know how terrified I was when your client held a Kn*fe to my throat.

You don't care that you're going to end up getting me k*lled?

You don't seem to care about all those people getting k*lled by bombs.

Bombs?

I have nothing to do with bombs.

I am not so sure.

Six hundred.

I mean, it's not a fortune, but it'll get you far away from here.

Talk to me and it's yours.

Weevil.

He gave us a yard for every spring breaker's wallet we took.

You ever see Weevil with this guy?

Lots of folks need body work done.

I can't keep track of 'em all.

I'd prefer you don't die, but that's all it is, a preference.

Yeah, I saw him, okay?

That's the money man.

Clyde something.

He'd drop by Weevil's shop, and when we saw him I knew it was payday.

Weevil said that he's someone that we don't want to mess with.

SINGER: [ON RADIO]

On the first part of the journey CLYDE: Want a beer?

- KEITH: Please.

- SINGER: I was lookin' at all the life There were plants and birds and rocks KEITH: That is impressive.

Very impressive.

[CLYDE GRUNTS]

SINGER: The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz Can I make a confession?

SINGER: with no clouds I've never been hunting.

- Coulda fooled me.

- [CHUCKLES]

- You've sh*t at people, though, right?

- I have.

Pretty much the same principle.

Cheers.

SINGER: On a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain In the desert Okay, first concert.

CCR.

I was nine.

Ended up being their final tour.

Wow.

Weren't you Joe Cool?

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Ugh.

Yeah?

I don't care.

No, I promise you, I don't.

SINGER: After two days [SIGHS]

Just tell that son of a bitch he is gone.

If he's still there when I get back, I'll tell him face-to-face, and he will not enjoy that encounter.

SINGER: I was looking at a river bed [SIGHS]

No pets.

Very clear policy.

This jackass renting one of our units has a boa constrictor that keeps getting loose!

SINGER: the desert on a horse with no name Could come in handy if you have an ocelot problem.

[LAUGHING]

- [GRUNTS]

I gotta take a piss.

- KEITH: Okay.

SINGER: There ain't no one for to give you no pain Da da, da, da da da da da Da da da, da da Da da, da, da da da da da [CAMERA CLICKING]

[CLICKING CONTINUES]

[RUSTLING]

Goddamnit.

Goddamnit.

What's the point of all this technology if it doesn't work?

Stupid thing isn't taking my thumb print.

Well, that could be because that stupid thing only takes my thumb print.

Oh, God, you see?

See?

I'm losing it.

I'm losing [CHUCKLING]

So, I managed to get some alone time with Clyde's phone.

Interested in what he and Big d*ck have texted each other about the bombings?

BIG d*ck: "There's gonna be no Neptune left worth owning if these bombs keep going off.

Not sure we have the right police chief for the moment.

" Clyde responds, "At least people realize your dead library friend isn't the guy, not after the horse collar b*mb.

" And it goes along like this.

Just two guys trying to figure out who they think is responsible.

How'd you get ahold of Clyde's phone?

Clyde took a call and then left the duck blind to relieve himself.

I know what you're gonna say.

That he left his phone out for you to explore?

Clyde is responsible for all the sh*t going down around town.

- He's got a-a whole ex-con network - That's the theory.

It's not a theory anymore.

It's a fact.

I know he's paying Weevil to send out PCH-ers to mug tourists and vandalize businesses.

And the grocery store rats did come courtesy of an ex-con employed at Dobie's Sweet Release bakery.

And I think it's safe to assume that Matty was right about the first b*mb being placed in the vending machine from Alpha-Jolly, courtesy of fellow Chino inmate Perry Walsh.

[SIGHS]

I see you've been digging through my personal files.

Your memory journal.

Were you ever gonna tell me?

I didn't want to scare you.

Well, guess what.

I'm scared.

I'm not dying.

- Well, that's reassuring.

- KEITH: I've seen doctors.

Yeah, like this, um, fancy pants in Beverly Hills?

Did you take out a second mortgage?

Clyde got me in there.

And I know what you're gonna say.

I lost my perspective.

And maybe you're right.

Ethically Do you think I give a sh*t about ethics here?

If Clyde and Big d*ck offer you top-flight medical care, you say yes.

You hear me?

Screw appearances.

I know Keith Mars can't be bought.

[SIGHS]

[VERONICA SIGHS]

KEITH [VOICE QUAVERING] : I've been thinking a lot lately.

Obsessing, really.

Veronica, I am afraid that I'm just gonna end up doing something s-stupid.

- No.

- KEITH: Somethin' dumb.

Forget something.

Blow a case.

Or worse get one of us hurt.

I'm starting to think that maybe it's time to hang it up.

What?

No.

You're 56.

56 is the new 19.

I can show you the article.

[LAUGHS]

56 is 56, Veronica.

Once we wrap up this case take a vacation.

I'll hold down the fort.

- [SIGHS]

- Let's talk about that.

VERONICA: At first, I thought he was gonna say he was retiring, which would have been bad enough.

Instead, he tells me we should shut down the business and I should go chase waterfalls or some sh*t.

Does he actually think that I would leave town after hearing news like that?

"Oh, a doctor put you on medication for dementia?

Cool!

See ya!" Sounds like he wants you to leave.

He's being a martyr.

Trying to let me off the hook.

Because you being off the hook will make him happy.

Please.

I cannot deal with Therapy Logan right now.

Y'know, there's this scene in The Crucible Oh.

Broadway Logan might not be much better.

Salem witch trials.

This guy's dying under the weight of these heavy stones.

But he won't give in to his tormenters.

He just keeps saying, "More weight".

Okay, I That's you, Veronica.

- I'm a witch?

- You're not happy.

And you act like you don't have the power to change your circumstances.

I love you.

I do.

But if I'm not what you want, say so.

You want to stay in Neptune, you want to leave Neptune, it's also your call.

It's your life.

You get to do what you want.

Are you serious right now?

I do what I want.

LOGAN: No, you don't.

Not really.

Ooh, you are starting to piss me off.

If I wasn't around and your father wasn't around, what would you be doing?

I would be sticking my head in the oven, because the two most important people in my life would be gone.

[SIGHS]

- [VERONICA SOBS]

- LOGAN: I'm sorry.

It was the wrong time to bring this up.

[SIGHS]

Your dad's gonna be fine.

It's all gonna be okay.

[CHATTER]

Hello.

Ho ho ho ho!

Look at that.

She seems nice.

This is the cheap sh*t lost-and-found, isn't it?

I mean, if you did find an Egyptian heirloom ring that belonged to a congressman that was worth hundreds of thousands, you wouldn't keep it in here, would you?

That's all there is.

That's all there is.

All right.

Wonderful bedside manner.

There ya are.

Ha ha ha!

Help me with the wind.

Oh, yeah.

Mm.

Mm.

Oh!

Nicole Malloy.

Just the lady I was lookin' for.

- Ah.

Seen your face on benches.

- Thank you.

- I'm on my way out.

- Well.

Well, this'll just take a minute.

Ya know, just a minute.

So, from what I can suss out, all the bombing victims spent time in your club, right?

So I'm thinkin' that the k*ller was pickin' his victims here.

And I'm hopin' that maybe you can let me check out the security footage dating back to the first day that the spring breakers came into town.

- Why would I do that?

- VINNIE: $250,000.

It's a nice chunk of change, right?

I certainly can be persuaded to spring [HIGH-PITCHED RINGING]

[DISTANT PANICKY CHATTERING]

MAN: We gotta get outta here!

Let's go!

[PANICKED VOICES CONTINUE]

- [CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKS]

- [POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

So, prior to the blast, did you notice anyone suspicious?

Yeah.

The bartender had a bad attitude.

It made me uncomfortable.

So, the b*mb.

Men's room or ladies'?

I'll ask the questions, Mr.

Van Lowe.

Call me Vinnie.

SARGENT: Chief no dead so far.

Three in critical condition.

More of these nails.

- [CAMERA CLICKS]

- Muchas gracias.

So, where were we?

Oh.

Uh, I believe you were giving me a list of your persons of interest?

VERONICA: Are you all right?

- I got here as fast as I could.

- NICOLE: Thanks.

You: stay.

This is a crime scene.

No P. I. s.

He's a P. I.

[GRUNTS]

He's a witness.

Yeah, I'm a witness.

Well, Veronica's my friend she came to comfort me at my request.

Congrats, Veronica.

You found a friend.

- Is that a woman's jacket, Vinnie?

- It was free.

I should hope so.

Ms. Mars?

Please.

[VERONICA SIGHS]

I'll be okay.

We still on for tomorrow night?

More than ever.

Okay.

MARCIA: All right, I just have a couple more questions.

VINNIE: Yeah, and I have a few as well.

- MARCIA: Excuse me?

- VINNIE: I'm sorry, you go first, and then I'll answer.

I'll follow up.

I'll be the caboose.

[SIGHS WEARILY]

Uh, Alexa, shuffle my playlist After Work Tunes.

ALEXA: Shuffling playlist After Work Tunes.

[SONG PLAYING]

SINGER: Now I, I'm cravin' your body Is this real, my temperature's risin' I don't want to feel I'm in the wrong place [RAPPING ON DOOR]

To be real Whoa, and I'm longing to love you Oh.

Carol.

"prost*tute yourself".

Uh, sorry?

- Uh, can I come in?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

What's this about?

CAROL: The bomber.

In the letter in the newspaper, he warned about Neptune prostituting itself.

Well, yeah, he's late.

I mean, he should've send that letter 20 years ago.

It's a weird phrase, isn't it?

I mean, how often do you reference prostituting yourself?

Uh, never.

Yeah!

Who says that?

Well, weirdos and serial bombers, it seems.

Big d*ck Casablancas says it routinely.

W-What?

How do you know this?

His Twitter account.

He posts regularly.

Want to know how many times he's tweeted some variation of "prostituting yourself" since he opened his account?

Well, I mean, if it's more than one, he's our guy.

- No!

- Yeah!

Yeah, the fire department prostituted itself by offering paid tours, uh, public library, same thing for allowing the "Say Yaas" program, where drag queens read from their journals And And And Big d*ck is mad at the mayor, too, for delaying the NUTT vote!

The bomber got the mayor to streak!

You were right, Penn!

- I think you were right!

- PENN: [LAUGHING]

I was right!

SINGER: I'm longing to love you For one night Please let me love you [KISS]

SINGER: With all of my might [BOTH GRUNTING]

- CAROL: I wanna take this off.

- PENN: Okay.

- CAROL: It's so sexy that you were right.

- PENN: Oh.

[GRUNTING CONTINUES]

What?

Oh!

Oh!

Did I Did I do something wrong?

No, it's just there's something digging into my back.

What?

- [SCREAMS]

Oh, my God.

- Oh, Jesus Christ!

Jesus Christ!

I think it was his beak.

[POP MUSIC PLAYING OVER EARBUDS]

How did you know where I lived?

MATTY: You had that "No High Rises" button in your car, and the only people who give a sh*t about high rises are beach people.

And given your ten-year-old Hyundai, the place had to be rent-controlled, limiting me to a small section of beachfront property.

And I knew you had a big dog because of the big dog toys in said beater car.

I saw a leash hangin' outside your door.

[RUMMAGING IN PURSE]

Anyway, my hacker acquaintance did some digging, and it turns out all of those out-of-state buyers are, in fact, shell corporations owned by something called Phoenix Land Trust.

Beaver.

I don't know what that means, but Phoenix Land Trust was owned by a Cassidy get this Casablancas,

- Mm-hm.

- until his death in 2006, at which point ownership transferred to Big d*ck Casablancas.

His dad.

Yeah.

Phoenix Land Trust has bought a ton of property in the last six months.

Owen made a list of those as well.

VERONICA: And that's how I found out my new friend Nicole sold Comrade Quacks after the first bombing.

Ownership was to officially transfer at the end of spring break.

She didn't care if lower Neptune was buried under a pile of rubble.

She was getting the hell out of Dodge.

What?

VERONICA: My issue with trust, it's not hardwiring

- NICOLE: Great.

Thank you.

Bye.

- VERONICA: It's experience.

[HANGS UP PHONE]

You ready?

Let's do it.

VERONICA: And in my experience, the people you care about let you down but only if you let them.

[MUSIC PLAYING]
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