1.05 You Think You Know Somebody

Written by: Dayna Lynne North
Directed by: Nick Gomez

Original Air Date: 26 October, 2004
Transcribed by Inigo Montoya
Last edited: 14 November, 2006

VERONICA VOICEOVER: Previously on Veronica Mars

Lilly and Veronica are at the carwash in the pilot.

LILLY: I've got a secret.

Cut to Veronica running towards Lilly's body.

LILLY: [offscreen] A good one.

VERONICA VOICEOVER: It's been a year since my best friend Lilly Kane was murdered.

Cut to Logan in the library at Neptune High.

LOGAN: That's my girlfriend. Your friend. Duncan's sister.

Cut back to the car wash and then to Veronica and Troy in the school hall from 104 "The Wrath of Con."

VERONICA: My dad wants to meet you.

TROY: Don't worry, I give good parent.

KEITH: [offscreen] Actually...

Veronica and Troy kiss. Cut to Troy and Keith.

KEITH: She hasn't told me anything about you.

TROY: Well, I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

KEITH: Neither do I.

Cut to Keith and Veronica having dinner at the apartment in 103 "Meet John Smith."

KEITH: So, I got a call from your guidance counsellor today. Any idea what for?


REBECCA: [offscreen] She's been late...

Cut to Rebecca's office with Keith standing in front of the desk.

REBECCA: She has attitude with certain teachers.

Cut to Veronica standing in the school hallway as other students fast forward around her.

REBECCA: [offscreen] And socially she seems to be a bit isolated.

Cut to Keith poking his head round the door of Veronica's room.

KEITH: I never want you to think your mom's the villain in all this.

VERONICA: The hero is the one that stays and the villain is the one that splits.

End previously.


A boy, Luke, carries a piñata and creeps about a dumpster. He exchanges an envelope hidden inside the piñata for something from the dumpster and looks around nervously. He walks to a parked car, knocks on the window and laughs at the sound of a groan. He climbs into the back seat and joins driver Troy and a badly hung-over Logan, sitting in the front.

[105/0120.jpg]LUKE: Wake up!

TROY: I've spent the past forty minutes listening to Logan dry-heave so you could buy a deformed piñata?

LUKE: [laughing] Dude, everything was closed. It was the cheapest souvenir I could find.

LOGAN: [struggling] I'll say it one more time…Juanita from the Hot Tamale? Aye-yi-yi-yi.

He laughs then gags.

TROY: Whoa! What'd I tell you about drool on the leather? Dad's very strict about the car.

Luke laughs and Logan groans.

TROY: He's the only one allowed to dry-heave in it.

He sniggers.

TROY: All right. Have we had our fill of Tijuana?

Luke and Logan respond simultaneously.


LUKE: Yes.

Troy starts up the car.


Cars queue to pass through the Border Inspection Station. Vendors sell souvenir flags and goods. Troy waves one away as he approaches the car.

TROY: No, no, thank you.

Troy inches the car forward.

LUKE: These border checkpoints, man, they always freak me out.

LOGAN: Maybe you shouldn't volunteer for the full cavity search.

They reach the checkpoint. Luke is very nervous. A customs agent leans into the driver's side window waving a torch.


TROY: Morning, sir.

Troy and Logan grin at the agent.

[105/0221.jpg]CUSTOMS AGENT: You, uh, fellas have a good time in Mexico.

TROY/LOGAN: Yes, sir.

CUSTOMS AGENT: Wanna go ahead and hand over your contraband?

Long beat. Troy's eyes widen as he looks at Logan then back at the agent who breaks into a smile.

CUSTOMS AGENT: It works sometimes. Pop the trunk.

Luke breathes a sigh of relief as the agent checks the boot.

TROY: Anybody else hungry?

LUKE: Sure.

TROY: Yeah.


Logan and Luke sit at the counter. The remains of a meal are before them.

LUKE: I can't believe you're calling me a wuss.


LUKE: I'm serious. You're the guy that can't close the deals.

LOGAN: Dude, what are you talking about?

LUKE: I'm talking about that girl, that g-girl. Esmerelda?

Troy returns to the counter.

LOGAN: The deal was closed back in VIP, my brother, make no mistake.

Troy puts some money on the counter.

[105/0254.jpg]LUKE: No way.

LOGAN: [to Troy] Did you wash your hands?

Troy smiles and wipes his hands on Logan's shoulder.

LOGAN: Thank you.

TROY: I got this boys, let's roll.

Troy punches Logan on the arm. Logan groans.


Troy leads them out of the diner while Logan and Luke continue their debate.

LOGAN: [to Troy] All right, settle something for us, partner. Didn't Luke look kind of scared last night when that senorita started working her milkshakes on him?

LUKE: That's great. That's adorable. You're a good man, you're a good man. Thank you. I wasn't, uh, I wasn't scared, I was concerned.

Troy, searching for the car, looks pretty concerned himself.

LOGAN: Oh, yeah. You've never seen a girl pick up a shot glass like that before.

The boys stand in front of an empty car parking space.

TROY: Isn't this where we parked? Tell me that this isn't where we parked. Please, someone tell me that you can see my father's car and this heart attack that I'm having right now is for nothing.

LOGAN: Well maybe it's like Brigadoon. If you come back in a hundred years, it'll be right back in this spot.

LUKE: [panicked] Troy, did you lock it?

TROY: [with a laugh close to hysterical] Did I lock it?

Logan lies down in the space. Cut to later. Luke has his head buried beneath his hands as they wait outside the diner.

TROY: [to Luke] What's your problem? It's not even your ass on the line.

LUKE: Yeah, I know. This just…really sucks, man.

LOGAN: Wow, man, that's profound.

TROY: My parents come home in five days. If the car's not back before my dad is, I'm going to be singing hymns and doing rosary beads before you can say The Passion.

[105/0407.jpg] Veronica pulls up.

VERONICA: Dude! Where's your car?

Troy frowns and shakes his head, not amused.


Troy heads for the LeBaron.


She points to Logan as he heads for the car.

VERONICA: Your monkey's gonna have to ride in the back.

LOGAN: Ha-ha. Nice car.

He climbs into the back seat.

LOGAN: God, it must have been a huge cereal box.

Veronica is ready to bite back at Logan as Luke joins him in the back.

TROY: Now, let's let that go. Cherish these moments. Because they will probably be the last ones that we spend together.

Troy gets in the front seat.

VERONICA: Hey, I don't mind dating a guy that rides a bike.

TROY: How do you feel about a guy who's being sent to Catholic school in Albuquerque?

Veronica's face indicates that that would not be so cool.

Opening credits.


Veronica pulls up outside a large house. It is Luke's place. Luke and Logan climb out.

LOGAN: Thanks for the ride. Does this mean you're gonna play nice now?

VERONICA: Walk in front of the car, we'll see.

Luke laughs. As he and Logan cross in front of the car, Veronica revs the engine. Logan, smiling, slaps the hood of the car with his jacket.

LUKE: [to Logan] Can I stay in your guest house. I just don't want to wake my parents up this early.

Logan and Luke get into Logan's yellow Xterra and drive off.

VERONICA: I have a brilliant idea.

TROY: Does it involve a time machine?

VERONICA: Why don't I make some phone calls and see if I can track down the car.

TROY: I appreciate it but I think this is even beyond your super powers.

VERONICA: Haven't you heard? I've got friends in low places.

TROY: Look, I can't report the car stolen 'cause my dad thinks it's still safely tucked in the garage. Which means I can't get the anti-theft homing device activated. It's-it's probably on a cargo ship to Jamaica. You know, my dad is going to send me away, he's going to track me down and he's going to kill me.

VERONICA: Not if he doesn't find out. Let's go back to your house.

TROY: And take my mind off my problems?

[105/0612.jpg] He gives her a lecherous grin.

VERONICA: And get the details on the car. Model. Licence number. VIN.

TROY: How do you make VIN sound so hot?

Veronica laughs.


Wallace carries refreshments to Veronica's desk.

WALLACE: You're going to find Troy's stolen car over the internet?

VERONICA: You'd be surprised what one can find with a few nimble keystrokes.

WALLACE: All right, then, Velma. Why don't you see what you can find on, say, me?

VERONICA: It's Daphne, thank you very much.

The page for Prying Eyez Dotcom, with its login and password request, fills Veronica's laptop screen. Wallace looks over her shoulder.

WALLACE: What's that?

VERONICA: If you're a PI with a password, this is the gateway to many a skeleton filled closet. Arrests, divorces, bankruptcies.

Veronica gasps at the screen. She continues their Scooby-Doo theme by adopting Scooby's voice.

[105/0645.jpg]VERONICA: Rut-roh! Somebody got their licence suspended last year.

WALLACE: I got it back. Bet you it doesn't say that.

Wallace heads back around the desk.

VERONICA: Wait, if I'm Daphne, what does that make you? Fred?

Wallace sits opposite Veronica.

WALLACE: Oh, no. If I gotta be any of those white boys, I gotta be Shaggy all the way, baby. Shaggy's got mah flavour.

VERONICA: Awwww, you still have a subscription to Mad magazine. You're all about the flavour.

Veronica closes her laptop as Keith comes in from his office, heading for the kitchen area.

KEITH: Hey, guys.

VERONICA: Hi. [in a loud whisper to Wallace] Hey, help me out. So, for my dad's birthday, I'm thinking…rock climbing?

WALLACE: Because he loves heights?

KEITH: [from the kitchen area] Not so much but keep thinking outside the box, I like it. And don't wait on me for dinner, I'll probably get take-out from the Italian place.

VERONICA: Luigi's? Will you get me some lasagne?

KEITH: Some lasagne?

Keith walks back towards his office but pauses on seeing her "What?" face.

KEITH: I'm just saying last time we went to Luigi's, you ate your weight in manicotti.

Keith goes into his office. Veronica takes offence.

VERONICA: And now your birthday will be spent sky-diving.

Keith laughs aloud from his office



Veronica comes in and greets Backup.

VERONICA: Hi, buddy, hi. We'll go out in a minute.

Veronica drops her keys and hits the play button on the answer machine to listen while she takes off her coat.

FEMALE VOICE: Hi, Keith, it's me. I might be a little late to dinner since I came into work- Oh, wait a minute. Um, I'm sorry. I'm just going to call your cell.

[105/0803.jpg] Veronica looks suspiciously at the phone as she gets herself a drink. She goes back to the phone and punches in the code to dial the last caller.

FEMALE VOICE: Hi, you've reached Rebecca James in the Counselling Office at Neptune High School. I'm away-

Veronica cuts off the call.

VERONICA VOICEOVER: You know those people who can predict when change is coming in their life? I'm not one of them. Change has a way of just walking up and punching me in the face.


Cut to Luke's face. He is straining with something.

HANK: [offscreen] I love the effort. I mean, look at this guy, he's really working. You're pushing through the pain, man.

[105/0823.jpg] Luke lies on his back, struggling to hold a heavy barbell just clear of his chest. A burly blonde man, Hank, stands at his head.

HANK: Nobody's kicking sand in your face. But, uh, you look a little tired there, tiger, so I'll tell you what. Tell me where my package is and I'll help you lighten that load.

LUKE: [with effort] It's in a friend's car. I'll have it for you tomorrow.

Hank kneels down closer to him.

HANK: Okay, I'll tell you what. You got until 9am otherwise I'm gonna hunt you down and the closest thing you're gonna come to playing baseball is me shoving a bat right up your ass.

Hank pats Luke on the cheek and then removes the barbell.


Keith is putting some things in a box as Veronica comes out of her bedroom.

KEITH: Morning, honey.

VERONICA: What'cha doing?

KEITH: Nyah, I figured I'd put the rest of your mom's stuff in storage. I don't think we need the reminders anymore, you know?

Veronica gets herself some cereal.


KEITH: You wanna take a look?

VERONICA: Not so much, no.

KEITH: Well, I'm gonna leave it here for now. I've got an eight o'clock.

[105/0950.jpg] Veronica glances at the box, then at Keith. She stands at the counter, eating her cereal.

VERONICA: So, you and Miss James, huh? I wouldn't have pegged that one.

KEITH: Yeah, well, we only went out a couple of times. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

VERONICA: So, don't. I get it. Companionship, needs, yada, yada, yada. It's fine.

KEITH: I'm sorry you didn't hear about it from me first.

VERONICA: Don't sweat it. You know how many things I don't tell you? [off Keith's look] I'm kidding. It's cool. Just next time, could you shoot for an actual teacher? Because this has no potential benefit to my grade point average.

KEITH: You sure you feel okay about this?


KEITH: Good. I like her.


KEITH: Have a nice day.

She makes a V sign with her fingers.


Keith leaves. Veronica puts down her cereal bowl and walks slowly over to the box. She picks up a framed picture of Keith, Lianne and herself.

VERONICA VOICEOVER: The best way to dull the pain of your best friend's murder is to have your mother abandon you as soon as possible. It's like hitting your thumb with a hammer, then when it's throbbing so badly you don't think you'll survive, you cut the damn thing off.

She picks up a small pile of unframed pictures.

VERONICA VOICEOVER: When my dad implicated the much beloved Kane family in Lilly's death, I was willing to stand by him and lose everything else. Mom? Wasn't.

She finds and opens a small red jewellery box. There is a small envelope inside. Veronica opens it.

VERONICA VOICEOVER: A safety deposit box key?


Cut to a computer screen showing Lianne Mars' death certificate. Veronica works at one of the screens. The class is wrapping up.

MALLORY: Thanks, everybody. Don't forget, interviewing exercise tomorrow.

As Mallory Dent leaves the room, Luke rushes in and over to Veronica, out of breath.

LUKE: Hey. You're helping Troy find his dad's car, right?

VERONICA: You're sweating on me.

Luke takes a deep breath.

[105/1129.jpg]LUKE: Look, I need your help. There's kind of more to this car thing than the-the car. There was a piñata full of steroids in the back seat. I-I did a run for Hank Zigman. He owns the Zig Zag Sports Club. I wanted to get pumped for Varsity baseball. I was…pretty much down for whatever.

VERONICA: Including shrunken testicles and acne scars. Well, speaking for the women of America – good plan! Wait. What did Troy and Logan know about this?

LUKE: Nothing. I swear.

Veronica is sceptical.

LUKE: Yeah, all right, Logan knew, but he wasn't-he wasn't in on anything.

VERONICA: It doesn't matter anyway. I don't help dealers find their lost products.

LUKE: [desperately] Look, don't think of it like that, all right? Think of it like you're saving my life, I mean the guy's built like a truck. He will-he will break one of my limbs.

VERONICA: [sighs] If I were to help you, you would have to return the steroids and get your money back and then return the cash, not the drugs.

LUKE: Yeah, I'll do whatever.

VERONICA: I'll figure something out. Until then just lay low.

Veronica grabs the death certificate as it rolls off the printer.


Veronica approaches one of the tellers.

BANK TELLER: Hi. May I help you?

VERONICA: Hi. My mom died last year and I just found this.

[105/1243.jpg] Veronica pulls out the safety deposit key. Cut to her in the vault then at the safety deposit box. She pulls out some files and some photographs.

VERONICA VOICEOVER: All this time, I've been thinking Mom bolted because she couldn't handle losing everything. Maybe she just couldn't handle losing me.

The photographs are candid shots of Veronica. On each, the crosshairs of a target are drawn over her face. Veronica is shocked. The scene shifts but is still on the pictures.

VERONICA VOICEOVER: Looks like they used a 300mm on this one.


VERONICA VOICEOVER: Not bad. Definitely the work of a pro. A pro who knew my schedule quite well last year. Judging by my lack of an eight man, twenty-four hour security detail, I'm guessing Dad hasn't had the pleasure of viewing this little slideshow.

Someone bangs on the door. Rebecca enters, cheerful but nervous.


Veronica closes the file in which she has placed the pictures.


Keith comes out of his office. He too is nervous.



KEITH: I thought, uh-

REBECCA: I'm guessing I'm early, right?

KEITH: No, no, it's fine. It's fine.

REBECCA: I'm sorry. I'm just-I was anxious. Hi.




They kiss briefly as Veronica looks on, bemused.

KEITH: Uh, Veronica, Rebecca wanted to stop by and uh…

REBECCA: And, uh, just say hello. Outside of school. I'm sure this is a little weird for you so…

VERONICA: Well, this [indicating the here and now] is a little weird, but…you two dating isn't. Um, I'm fine. No worries.

KEITH: Well, I thought, um…

REBECCA: And-and I agree.

KEITH: That if you had the chance to talk…things would seem a little less awkward.

VERONICA: And are you starting to see the catch-twenty-two inherent in the plan?

REBECCA: As a matter of fact, I am.

[105/1353.jpg] Rebecca laughs.

REBECCA: Okay, well, um, is there anything I can do that would…make things easier for you?

VERONICA: Can you get me out of fifth period bio?


Music: "Such Great Heights" by the Postal Service.

LYRICS: I, I'm thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
True, it may seem like a stretch, but
It's thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home
They will see us waving from such great heights
Come down now they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
Come down now but we'll stay

Troy is in the car with Veronica.

VERONICA: So far, it's been a whole lot of brick walls, but I talked to my buddy, Earl yesterday, at the impound yard.

TROY: What do I love more? That you have a buddy named Earl or that he works at the impound yard?

VERONICA: I'm guessing both. No sign of the Beemer. But he can get you a great deal on a good times van.

TROY: I'll pass that onto my dad when he gets back. Maybe it'll take his mind off loading his gun.

He pauses for a moment to listen to the music as the lyrics kick in.

TROY: I dig this song.

VERONICA: Yeah, me too. Here's a thought. If Tijuana was Logan's idea then stealing the car could've been the master plan.

TROY: It was more of a meeting of the minds, if you will.

VERONICA: Ah, so…what was on the menu for this night of grand debauchery?

TROY: Let's see. From, uh, eight to nine, we brainstormed on how to overthrow Kim Jong-Il. From nine to ten, we deleted the records of the black voters of Florida. After that it was, uh, yeah it was all donkey shows.

VERONICA: So the usual?

[105/1508.jpg]TROY: Pretty much.

VERONICA: Anything else?

TROY: If you wanna ask something, you just ask.

VERONICA: Okay. Did you meet anyone odd or were you followed? Did you see any suspicious activity?

TROY: How about all of the above and have you ever been to Tijuana?

VERONICA: I'm not looking for DNA samples. It's just the more information I have about the car, the better chances of you finding it.

TROY: I know. Sorry.

Troy sighs as Veronica drives on. End music: "Such Great Heights" by the Postal Service.


The company provides tracking recovery. Veronica and Troy enter and Veronica approaches reception.

TROY: [quietly] So you think they're going to turn the Beacon system on just 'cause you ask sweetly?

VERONICA: Well, we've tried everything else. Just…watch a master at work, all right? This is what I do.

There is no one attending at reception so Veronica walks towards the office cubicles. She steps into one occupied by a young man, Roger.

VERONICA: Hi, um, I'm the personal assistant to Lawrence Vandergraff. He's freaking out. He thinks his device is broken and he wants to run a diagnostic on his BMW. Here's the VIN number. Please tell me you can do this. Pretty please? Cherry on top?

ROGER: [apologetically] I-It's not really procedure.

VERONICA: Well…can it be our little secret? I've worked for the guy for two weeks and he already thinks I'm a ditz.

ROGER: Uh, okay then.

Roger points to himself with both hands, then to the computer.

[105/1635.jpg]ROGER: Super Roger to the rescue.

Veronica smiles gratefully. She turns and winks at Troy. As she turns back into Roger's cubicle, an officious, older woman enters.

MARTHA: Roger, what are you doing?

ROGER: Um, ahh, a-a simple diagnostic. Uh, this young lady works for-

MARTHA: Has the car been reported stolen?

VERONICA: Wel-...not exactly.

MARTHA: We never activate Beacon unless the car is reported stolen.

VERONICA: [mouths] Right.

Veronica nods her head and heads back to Troy. He drops his head.

TROY: [mouths, with a hand gesture] Smooth, Veronica.


Logan's car pulls up outside Luke's. Luke exits the car.

LUKE: Okay.

LOGAN: All right.

LUKE: Hey, uh, that-that's great. Hey! Can you pick me up tomorrow?

LOGAN: Yeah.

[105/1721.jpg]LUKE: Good, good.

Logan drives off as Luke heads up the stairs towards the house. On his left, an orange Hummer screeches to a halt.

HANK: Hey!

As Hank races out, Luke bolts. Hank chases him for a while and then gives up at a fence before a long drop that Luke has jumped over.

HANK: You better run, you punk bitch!


Logan is crouched down at his locker, one of the lower ones. Veronica can be seen in the distance heading straight for him. She reaches him and bends down to bring her face level with his.

VERONICA: Time for a chat?

[105/1750.jpg] They both straighten up.

LOGAN: Well. Think if hell froze over, maybe it'd be on the news.

VERONICA: I just wanna hear more about the steroids you bought last weekend.

LOGAN: You mean the steroids Luke bought. Wow, you suck at this Nancy Drew stuff. You should get a new hobby.

VERONICA: So, you knew he was doing it.

LOGAN: [smirks] You actually think that I would tell you anything?

Logan sees that something behind him has caught Veronica's eye. He glances over his shoulder and sees Troy coming.


Logan does his 'okay' gesture with his thumb and finger in a circle.

LOGAN: I guess we're done here, officer.

Troy joins them. Logan whistles.

LOGAN: What's up, T.?

Logan walks between them, staring hard at Veronica and then walks away, football in hand.

TROY: Hey, gorgeous. That guy bothering you?

VERONICA: What guy?

They kiss. Troy puts his arm around her and she holds his hand as they walk down the hallway together.


[105/1846.jpg] Rebecca is looking in the bottom cupboards. Backup is helping.

REBECCA: All right. Where is your sifter?

Veronica enters.

VERONICA: I don't think we have one.

REBECCA: [startled] Oh, hi! Um…

Rebecca extricates herself from the cupboards. Veronica puts her bag on the counter as Rebecca wipes her hands. Backup jumps up on Rebecca. She laughs.

VERONICA: [abruptly] You didn't give Backup human food, did you?

REBECCA: Oh no, no, no. I just found his happy spot, that's all. So, um, another case of bad timing. Your dad went out for groceries 'cause I'm making dinner for both of you tonight. So, uh, how was your day?

VERONICA: [coldly] Fine. How was yours?

REBECCA: It was excellent, thank you. I know you guys like Italian food so I am making fettuccine and for desert… guess.

VERONICA: No idea.

REBECCA: Waffles and ice cream. That's your favourite, right? I put this-this sauce on top of vanilla ice cream on the burner…

Rebecca's voice fades as Veronica recalls her mother.


There is a waffle iron on the counter behind Lianne and an opened carton of eggs.

[105/1937.jpg]LIANNE: So. When are we gonna cook for your boy?

VERONICA: We're Mars women. Shouldn't we play to our strengths? And who says there's a new boy?

LIANNE: Don't even try that. No, wait a minute. Let me guess. Um…Garret Fisher? Kenny Houseman?

VERONICA: [increasingly offended] Have we met?

LIANNE: [relieved] Thank you. Um…Travis Kittlemeyer.

VERONICA: [knowingly] Ooh, I think he'd rather be dating Kenny Houseman.

LIANNE: Okay. Um, then, Boris-

VERONICA: Okay! It's Duncan Kane.

Lianne's cheery mood evaporates. It is replaced by one of concern and/or shock, as a warning tone emits from the waffle iron. Veronica is puzzled by her mother's reaction.

VERONICA: The waffle's burning.

Lianne opens the iron on the charred waffle.



A sound of something breaking brings Veronica back to the present.


Rebecca bends down to pick up a broken cup.

REBECCA: Oh, God, I'm so sorry. It just slipped out of my hands.

Veronica bends down to help.

[105/2008.jpg]VERONICA: It's all right.

Keith enters with a bag of groceries.

KEITH: Hey, how's it going in here?

REBECCA: Look at this. I'm a klutz.

KEITH: Ah, it was ancient anyway. Don't even worry about it.

VERONICA: I really appreciate you doing this, but I actually can't stay for dinner.

REBECCA: Really?

KEITH: [sceptical] Why not?

VERONICA: I…told a friend I'd meet him at the Sac-N-Pac. It's a school project.

REBECCA: [disappointed] Oh, well, I-I'll ask first next time. Make sure you're available.

VERONICA: Thanks for cooking. I'll try the pasta when I get home.

KEITH: [pointedly] Which won't be too late.

VERONICA: Have a good night.

Veronica exits.


A bike comes into the yard and one of the men walks over to meet it.

WEEVIL: [offscreen] Angel! How's business?

Veronica and Weevil come into view as Angel and Weevil high five and hug. Angel speaks in Spanish (translation by subtitle).

ANGEL: Have you found the Lexus that I asked you about?

Weevil nods then turns his head to Veronica.

[105/2057.jpg]WEEVIL: This is Veronica. She's the girl that got me out of juvie. I told you about her. Look, she's looking for a car. A green BMW 740i. It should've came through here a couple of days ago.

ANGEL: It came and went. We left it really cool.

He casts a glance at Veronica.

ANGEL: Tell her that the client has the receipt and the registration in order, like all my clients. And I don't even remember his name.

WEEVIL: Yeah, I hear you.

ANGEL: And nephew, don't bring people I don't know.

WEEVIL: All right.

They clasp hands and bump chests.

VERONICA: Did you ask him about the piñata?

WEEVIL: Oh, yeah. One more thing, uh. Did you happen to see a piñata?

ANGEL: Mario took it. It's his daughter's birthday.

WEEVIL: Gracias, Tio.

Veronica and Weevil walk back to Weevil's bike.

WEEVIL: So the car w-

VERONICA: Was chopped. Your uncle won't say for who, but the papers are in order, blah, blah, blah. Please tell me you know where Mario lives, because we need to get that piñata right away.

Weevil is impressed.

WEEVIL: Baby, I'll buy you a piñata.

VERONICA: [sweetly] Will you buy me a piñata full of steroids?


Weevil and Veronica ride around, looking for Mario's house.

WEEVIL: I've only been here once.

Veronica points down a street.

VERONICA: Uh, maybe that one. Where the balloons are?

Weevil heads for it and stops outside a garden where a children's party is in progress. A child hits a piñata.

[105/2204.jpg]VERONICA: Yeah, this has to be it.

Veronica races off the bike.

VERONICA: Stop, stop!

Just as she reaches the child, the piñata splits and spills its contents to the ground. The children scamper to collect the small sweets in wrappers. Veronica watches, stunned and confused, then leaves as the mothers chatter in Spanish about her behaviour.

VERONICA: [to the mothers as she goes] Sorry, sorry.


The door crashes open. Veronica forcefully pulls Luke into the room. She flings him to the wall and checks that the cubicles are empty.

[105/2238.jpg]LUKE: Gee! Am I in trouble? What? God!

VERONICA: We need to talk.

LUKE: All right. But does it have to be next to the feminine hygiene machine?

VERONICA: Yeah. Get over it. Look, I found the piñata and it is not full of steroids. You're out of options. If you want Ziggy off your back, you're going to have to buy him off.

LUKE: Veronica, you don't understand. If I go to him without any steroids, cash or no cash, he's gonna to hurt me. Bad.

VERONICA: Well, you let me worry about that. You worry about getting the money.

LUKE: Yeah, how? What do you think I've got e-eight grand stashed away in my other wallet?

VERONICA: [angrily] Figure it out!

Veronica storms out.


And into the hall, thinking hard. As she looks up, she sees the door to the school administration office. There is a poster on it that says: "All visitors must check in inside." She pauses.


[105/2325.jpg] Veronica and Lianne exit the administration office. Lianne grips Veronica's arm, leading her.

VERONICA: Mom, what are you doing here? Where are we going?

LIANNE: Ooh, I just thought it would be nice to spend some time together. I thought we could go visit Aunt Sheryl.

VERONICA: In Palm Springs? Mom, I can't go to Palm Springs. I have a history test next period.

Veronica pulls them to a stop.

VERONICA: And a Spanish project due.

LIANNE: Honey, please. Don't make this hard. [whispers] Just come with me, okay?



VERONICA VOICEOVER: Three days later she was gone. At the time, I thought it was just one more on the growing list of odd things my mom was doing. I chalked her nerves up to the vodka. But now, I think she really was scared.


Music: "Put Your Lights On" by Santana with Everlast.

LYRICS: Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now all you lovers
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you killers
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you children
Leave your lights on
You better leave your lights on
La ill aha, we fade away.

Veronica puts cell phones in envelopes.

VERONICA VOICEOVER: People rarely cut all their ties, even when they try. If she's out there and these untraceable, disposable cell phones I'm sending to Mom's closest friends and family reach her, maybe she'll realise it's safe for her to call me. It's my version of a message in a bottle.

Veronica pauses in her activity when she hears the front door of the apartment. She walks out slowly towards her father, who has just come in.

VERONICA: One more hour and this might actually constitute a walk of shame.

KEITH: Let's say I'm gonna play the dad card and go to bed. That all right?

VERONICA: Actually, I need your help.

KEITH: What's up?

VERONICA: Troy got his dad's car stolen on his way back from Tijuana and we're trying to find it before his dad gets back so he's not shipped off to boarding school in Albuquerque.

KEITH: Hmm. He's important to you, isn't he?

VERONICA: Yes, he is. And I need you to do some of that voodoo that you do so well.

[105/2454.jpg] Keith laughs tiredly.

KEITH: I'll be nice to your boyfriend if you be nice to my girlfriend. Veronica?


KEITH: Good morning.

VERONICA: Good night.

Both go to their rooms. End music: "Put Your Lights On" by Santana with Everlast.


Keith marches into the cubicle of the officious woman as she enjoys her salad at her desk.

[105/2531.jpg]MARTHA: Can I help you?

KEITH: James Anderson, head of security for LT Vandergraff.

MARTHA: Sorry, I'm not sure I-

KEITH: Do you know who Mr. Vandergraff is? You will when you're named in the lawsuit he files against your employer. Now, I know you value him as a client. He really values this car.

Keith puts a card down on her desk.

KEITH: So, we need to run a drill. You look like a smart lady. Do yourself a favour and turn his system on now.

She does. Keith smiles.

LUKE: [offscreen] This is insane.


Luke sits in front of a computer screen. Veronica sits next to him, leafing through a notebook.

LUKE: I mean, two thousand bucks with four bids? These people have no idea what a Barry Bonds' ball's worth.

VERONICA: No, it's classic bidding strategy. They wait 'til the end of the auction. Try hitting refresh.

LUKE: [unhappily] Classic bidding.

VERONICA: See, there you go. Twenty-eight hundred. We're almost there.

LUKE: No, we're not almost there.

He snorts in disgust.

[105/2619.jpg]LUKE: I-I-I can't do this. I mean, you have no idea what I went through to get this ball. You have no idea what it's going to be worth when he retires.

Veronica holds up her hands, creating balancing scales.

VERONICA: Luke. A ball or your life. You do the math.

Luke thinks about it. Exasperated that he has to think, Veronica loses her patience.

VERONICA: It's a ball!

LUKE: Yeah, it-

Luke slaps his hand on the desk.

[105/2638.jpg] EXT – NEPTUNE HIGH SCHOOL – DAY.

Troy and Veronica sit under a tree.

TROY: What are you doing after school? Wanna come over and play detective?

VERONICA: How are you so laid back about all this? I mean, if we don't find this car, we're done. This. Over. Does that not scare you?

TROY: Yes, it does. I mean it scares the hell out of me.

VERONICA: Then why do you seem so-

TROY: Let's…let's just say that you've been told you have seventy-two hours to live. How do you spend them? You can dig through medical texts looking for a miracle cure or you can make those seventy-two hours the best three days of your life. And I choose sexy fun time.

VERONICA: Well, I choose a miracle cure.

Wallace wanders over.

WALLACE: I don't get something. Why are your parents sending you off to prison school in Albuquerque? Seriously. What's wrong with a good old-fashioned grounding?

TROY: I'll get them to call you. Get some parenting advice.

WALLACE: Happy to help.

Wallace leaves as Troy and Veronica stare at each other.

MALLORY: [offscreen] Remember.


MALLORY: Start with light, easy questions first. Let your subject get comfortable.

Veronica and a snooty looking brunette, Ashley Banks, sit facing each other.

ASHLEY: So, Ms. Mars. How do you respond to the rumours that your boyfriend hooked up with strippers in Tijuana last weekend?

[105/2736.jpg] Cut to the other half of the exercise.

VERONICA: Ms. Banks. Have you decided which parent you're going to live with after the divorce? And if I may, a follow up. Can you believe your father's choice in mistresses?

Ashley is stung.

MALLORY: [offscreen] Veronica, I need to speak with you after class, please.

Cut to later.

MALLORY: You look ready for a fight.

VERONICA: I get that a lot. I guess it's just my usual expression.

MALLORY: [sighs heavily] How do you think Ashley's going to sleep tonight?

VERONICA: I didn't tell her anything she didn't already know…deep down.

MALLORY: Maybe. But sometimes the lies we let ourselves believe are for our own good.

Mallory gets to her feet as Veronica digests this.

MALLORY: You coming?

VERONICA: Uh, in a minute. Research.

Veronica heads for the computers.

VERONICA VOICEOVER: Poor Ms. Dent. She can't see the big picture yet. Love is an investment. Information is insurance. With someone whose heart has already been crushed, I say you can't be too careful.

Veronica pulls up Prying Eyez Dotcom. She logs on (vmars) and goes to the Background Check page.


Veronica walks into Keith's office with a hint of trepidation.

KEITH: Hey, there you are. I wanted to ask you a favour. I know you got something planned for my birthday, but I was, you know, hoping that it would be, uh, fine if, you know, before we went to do whatever you got cooked up, that we go to Rebecca's house and have her cook us dinner, because she's a great cook.

Sombrely, Veronica places a file on his desk.

VERONICA: I think you should look at that.

Veronica turns away and walks slowly back to the desk in the outer office. Keith opens the file and examines it. Veronica looks over at him.

VERONICA: Did you know she was still married?

KEITH: I did. I'm still married, Veronica.

VERONICA: And that she was arrested for passing bad cheques?

Keith rises from his desk and walks into the outer office.

KEITH: When she was twenty-one.

He holds out the print from Prying Eyez.

KEITH: What were you thinking, Veronica? I'm your father. What made you think you had the right to do something like this?

VERONICA: What are you talking about, have the right? This-this is what we do. This is how we survive. I was trying to protect you.

KEITH: [angry] Protect me? I'm an adult, Veronica!

Keith drops the printout onto Veronica's desk and heads back into his own office.

VERONICA: You…have let her into our life like it's no big deal!

KEITH: Oh, it's a big deal. It's a huge deal.

[105/3012.jpg] He comes back out to the main office.

KEITH: Makes me feel good about myself. Wanted in a way that I haven't in a long time. It makes me wake up with a smile on my face. And we didn't ignore your feelings. We tried to make you feel comfortable, but you chose to be snotty.

Keith heads back to his desk again. Veronica follows.

VERONICA: Mom is still out there somewhere. Do you even care if she ever comes back?

KEITH: You didn't care until I started dating. You've been hard on your mom for months.

VERONICA: [with increasingly distress] You can find anybody! If she were a criminal, you'd make a couple grand tracking her down and you'd have her back in a week.

KEITH: Well, maybe I don't care to find her. Have you ever considered that?

Veronica is stunned into silence by that.

KEITH: And here.

Keith takes out a card and heads for her desk.

KEITH: I've turned your boyfriend's security system on.

He slaps it down.

KEITH: There's the code.

Veronica slowly follows him out to the main office. Keith spins round and enters his office, closing the door very firmly behind him. Veronica sits at her desk and leans her head into her hands, sobbing quietly. She sniffs, wipes a tear, and picks up her pen but she's still too upset and throws it aside, returning her head to her hands as she cries.

TROY: [offscreen] Sure you're all right?


Veronica has a handheld tracker that is beeping.

VERONICA: Would you stop asking me that? I need to concentrate. The signal is weaving all over the place. It's weird.

TROY: You think they know that we're on to them.

VERONICA: Maybe, but…it looks like it's going in between buildings. I don't get it.

The LeBaron pulls up in an empty street. They get out of the car.

[105/3158.jpg]VERONICA: It says this is the street. Seems like an unlikely place to hide a stolen car, here in mansion land.

TROY: You think it's in a garage?

VERONICA: No, the signal's still moving all around. It's-it's right on top of us.

They look ahead. There is a whine and a yellow Labrador appears with the tracking device attached to its collar.

TROY: Please tell me that a dog is not supposed to be the BMW.

VERONICA: You think your dad'll notice?

Troy gives her a look.

TROY: Yeah.


[105/3214.jpg] Keith is in the kitchen, pondering. He hears Veronica as she comes into the kitchen.

KEITH: [softly] You want some breakfast?

VERONICA: No thanks, I'm just going to grab an apple.

Keith is staring at something on the counter behind Veronica. She turns and looks behind her. It is a file marked with Troy's name. She picks it up.

KEITH: That's for you. It's everything you may or may not want to know about Troy. You can open it, you can throw it out. It's your choice.

Keith walks away. Veronica stares after him for a moment then looks down at the file in her hands.


Keith and Rebecca sit alone on a bench against the window wall. Rebecca has one arm around Keith. Her other hand plays with Keith's on the table. She recognises that Keith is struggling with something and watches him intently. She brings her arm from around his back, leaving her wrist resting on his shoulder.

KEITH: [sadly] I just don't know how to say this.

Keith sighs heavily. Rebecca looks up, recognising what is coming. She lets go of Keith's hand and clasps her hands together, her forearm still resting on his shoulder.

REBECCA: Keith, just pull the band-aid off.

She expels her breath in a nervous and soft laugh.

REBECCA: The furrowed brow and the-the pauses are killing me.

KEITH: I can't see you anymore.

[105/3302.jpg] There is a long pause.


Rebecca backs off a little, taking her arm from his shoulder.

KEITH: I can't do this to Veronica. She's not ready to see me dating yet. I'm…sorry. [pause] I'm sorry, but she's having a really hard time.

REBECCA: Can you do me a favour?

KEITH: Of course.

REBECCA: Can you just tell me it's a-it's another reason like, like a crappy one? Your being a good father isn't really something I can bitch about to my girlfriends over margaritas.

Keith cups Rebecca's head and draws her in to kiss her on the head.


Veronica waits outside Troy's locker in an empty hallway. He approaches and smiles.

TROY: Hey, sexy. Give me a kiss, make all my troubles disappear?

VERONICA: All your troubles? That would take a lot of kissing.

Troy opens his locker.

VERONICA: I'm just glad we weren't dating when you were kicked out of those two schools for drug possession and trafficking. My lips would've fallen off.

TROY: A-huh. Well, good morning to you, too.

VERONICA: Although, back then, Shauna was doing most of the kissing, wasn't she? You remember Shauna, don't you? You were kicked out of Pembrooke in Connecticut with her for marijuana possession and then out of St. Mary's in Boston. You crazy kids never learn. Yet now, I'm supposed to believe that you knew nothing about Luke picking up steroids in TJ?

TROY: What are you talking about, steroids?

[105/3432.jpg] Vernica wags her finger at him.

VERONICA: Don't even-

TROY: Look, look, I don't know anything about Luke and steroids. Yeah, I got busted in Boston with some dope and big deal.

VERONICA: You got busted for drug possession and trafficking!

TROY: Yeah, so, that was two years before we even met. What does that have to do with us now?

VERONICA: Because you never told me about it!

TROY: Maybe I would've. You ever think of that? Maybe after I'd known you for more than a month, I'd tell you my deep dark secrets. Or is that too much of a character flaw? Waiting for the girl to like you before you tell her the things you're not so proud of? I don't have to tell you that. You're Veronica Mars. You know everything.

Troy shakes his head and turns and walks away. Veronica stares uncertainly after him. From behind her, Luke rounds the corner. He is holding an envelope.

LUKE: Hey. I got it all. Eight grand. And a little slice of my soul.

VERONICA: [crossly] Woe is you.

Veronica snatches the envelope and trounces off. Luke extends his hands in a "What did I do?" gesture and follows.


Veronica and Backup climb some stairs.

HANK: [offscreen] … about Saturday night…

Veronica reaches the top. Hank is on his cell phone.

HANK: …I'm looking forward to seeing you again at Brighton…


HANK: [to his caller] I'll, uh, talk to you later, all right.

Hank shuts down the cell and looks up at Veronica.

VERONICA: Is that Hummer downstairs with the Z-Meister plates yours?

HANK: Abso-damn-lutely.

VERONICA: Wow. Cool, I guessed right.

HANK: So, um...you here to get pumped?

VERONICA: Not exactly. I'm here to settle Luke's account.

Hank abruptly changes from flirt to bully as he stands.

HANK: Why don't we step in my office?

Backup barks.

VERONICA: That's okay. I'd rather talk out here.

HANK: Well, I wouldn't.

VERONICA: [on Backup's growl] Whoa, he would.

Backup barks a couple times more to reinforce the point.

HANK: You know, darling, unless you're blind, you're gonna have to take your doggie outside.

VERONICA: You can try explaining that to him because he never listens to me.

Veronica's cell rings.

[105/3623.jpg]HANK: You don't understand-

VERONICA: Hold on one sec.

Veronica holds out her cell, indicating that she is taking the call. She takes the opportunity to take a picture of Hank before answering.

VERONICA: Yeah? [listens] Oh, hey Wallace. Not much, you?

Hank glares at Veronica and, on Backup's bark, at the dog.

VERONICA: No, not at all. No. Piece of cake. [pauses] Yeah, thanks.

She smiles at Hank as she terminates the call. She reaches into the bag and pulls out the envelope she took from Luke. She hands it to Hank.

VERONICA: Here's the eight grand you fronted Luke. You two are square now.

Hank takes the envelope and examines the contents.

HANK: Well, I'm gonna take the eight grand, but we ain't square, you see, the little bitch let me down and I'm gonna have to make him pay.

Veronica nods.

VERONICA: Remember this moment. 'Cause you're gonna regret it. Toodles.

Veronica heads back to the stairs, dragging Backup behind her. Hank stares malevolently after her.


Veronica's cell shows the picture she has taken of Hank. The cell closes and the camera moves to the picture loading on the laptop screen. Veronica puts down the phone and hits the keyboard. The screen indicates the 12jpg file of the picture is printing. Veronica readies a pen as she waits for the printer to disgorge a black and white print of Hank on Mars Investigations headed paper. She writes something on the space below the photo and then places it in the fax. She punches in a number and it starts to roll through.


Troy and an older man walk towards a waiting taxi.

[105/3726.jpg]TROY: I can do better, I swear, just give me another chance.

LAWRENCE VANDEGRAFF: You've used up all your chances. You gotta learn discipline and respect.

TROY: [plaintively] Dad, please. I'm sorry, I…

LAWRENCE VANDEGRAFF: [implacable] It's too late for apologies, Troy. You've made your bed.

He walks away leaving Troy staring after him. Troy sighs in resignation.

TROY: Huh, yeah.

He turns and heads for the taxi.


Cut to a lopsided chocolate cake with a single candle in the shape of a question mark in the centre.

KEITH: [offscreen] Wow, that's some cake.

The camera pulls back to reveal Keith and Veronica sitting at the kitchen counter in their apartment.

VERONICA: Isn't it, though?

KEITH: I love it. Ever notice how everything you make just…tends to lean a little to the left?

Veronica cocks her head to check.

VERONICA: [confidently] I do that on purpose.

Keith laughs as Veronica hands out the cutlery.

KEITH: What time is Rebecca coming?

KEITH: She's not.

VERONICA: [surprised] Oh. I-I already cancelled the birthday surprise. I was gonna take you to see Santana at the Bowl.

KEITH: I'm not seeing her anymore.

Keith lets out a big sigh, then picks up his fork.

VERONICA: Dad, you don't have-

She pauses.

VERONICA: Sorry. I obviously know nothing about relationships.

KEITH: But you can bake and that's important.

VERONICA: [guiltily] It's your birthday. You should be happy.

KEITH: And what better way to spend it?

VERONICA: No, I- you should-

KEITH: I should…


KEITH: [without pause] Be able to do whatever I want because it's my birthday. I just wanna have a piece of cake with my daughter and that's all I want.

[105/3849.jpg] Veronica lights the candle on the cake.

VERONICA: Well, happy birthday, Pop.

KEITH: Thanks, kid.

VERONICA: Don't forget to make a wish.

Keith smiles, closes his eyes for a moment, seriously contemplates the cake and leans forward to blow out the candle. Veronica mimics him. She laughs and picks up the knife to cut it.

VERONICA: Good one.


Music: "The New Kid" by Old 97's.

LYRICS: The new kid, he's got money
The money I deserve
He's got the goods but he's not
Good for his word
I should be rolling in it
I've been a working stiff
As for the justice
No one knows where it went
The new kid he's got my girl
The girl I used to have
He's got the looks you know
Got them from his dad
I should be kissing that girl
We should be so in love
There is no justice
There's just dark stars above
I'm gonna toil away
Until my judgement day
I will be rewarded for
The good things I did
Believe me every year
There is another one here
Don't you see, I used to be the new kid

Troy's taxi has already pulled up and as Troy gets out, the driver takes his case from the boot. Troy gets some cash out of his pocket.

[105/3915.jpg]TROY: Let's, uh, keep this between us, all right?

Troy slaps the money into the driver's hand and takes his case.


Troy enters the restroom of the diner. He removes a package from a vent in the ceiling.


Troy gets into the retooled BMW and drives off.


He's feeling pretty smug. Troy's cell rings. He grabs it as he drives.

TROY: Hello.

SHAUNA: Hey baby, it's Shauna.

TROY: Can you feel the heat yet? I am getting so close, baby, your panties ought to burst into flames any minute now.

SHAUNA: Troy, what's with this girl calling me? You gave her my number?

TROY: Oh, whoa. What girl?

SHAUNA: Some girl named Veronica.

TROY: [disturbed] Uh, Y-you didn't tell her you'd be seeing me soon, did you?

SHAUNA: She caught me off guard. What was I sup-

Troy cuts Shauna off and grabs and rips open the package in something of a panic. Candies spill out of the package together with a note. Troy grabs the note and sets it against the steering wheel to read it.

[105/4038.jpg]VERONICA VOICEOVER: Sorry we didn't get a chance to say goodbye. Just wanted to wish you good luck at your new school and leave you something to remember me by. It took me a while to figure out where you stashed the steroids, but there was only one place you were alone, right? In case you're wondering, the former contents of the package are somewhere between my toilet and the Pacific Ocean. Say hi to Shauna for me. She sounds like a keeper.

Troy bangs on the steering wheel again and again.

TROY: Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Troy hangs his head and bangs the steering wheel yet again. End music: "The New Kid" by Old 97's.


Cut to a sign advising those going through to declare all articles acquired outside the US. The various vendors show off their wares to the waiting vehicles, one of which is Hank's Hummer. The light turns from red to green and Hank pulls forward. He is observed the customs agent from inside his booth who glances at Veronica's fax of Hank's picture and her message: "Hank 'Ziggy' Zigman. Orange hummer – license plate: Z-Meister." He rips it from the board and approaches Hank.

[105/4058.jpg]CUSTOMS AGENT: Mr Zigman! [holding up the fax] You wanna go ahead and turn over your contraband?

Hank just stares at the fax and at the officer.

CUSTOMS AGENT: Step out of the car please.

Hank gives a big sigh and drops his head, remembering the moment.


Music: "Such Great Heights" by the Postal Service.

LYRICS: They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down…

Veronica lies on her bed, eyes closed, listening to the music through headphones from a portable player resting on her stomach. Veronica doesn't realise that one of the small phones, like the ones she mailed out, is vibrating on her desk. It stops vibrating and a voice can be heard.

LIANNE: Hello, sweetheart.


[105/4129.jpg] Lianne Mars, now with shorter hair, stands with her back against the wall of what looks like a sports stadium entry area.

LIANNE: First of all, I miss you…so much. More than you could possibly imagine. You know what? I did get one of your letters, but I won't tell you which one because I don't want you to try and find me. Veronica, you listen to me. I know you have a million questions but everything will make sense when the time is right, I promise.


Veronica is oblivious, barely nodding her head to the music.

LIANNE: [offscreen] I'll be in touch soon. Trust me, okay? I love you. And could you tell your father I said "happy birthday"?

Fade. End. Executive producer: Rob Thomas. End music: "Such Great Heights" by the Postal Service.