Previously on "Veronica Mars"...
- Later, deputy. - You met someone?
- Alicia and I talked about it. - Wallace's mom?
I know you blame me for your mother's death.
- She was your mom, my stepmom. - Dad could've used you.
So now you're worried about Dad's welfare?
Isn't he the big, bad wolf?
Cigarette burns, broken noses?
- I never would've hurt her. - Lilly and Weevil?
Lilly is dead. Her killer is in jail.
- Abel Koontz didn't kill Lilly. - You think I killed Lilly.
You haven't seen Duncan, have you? He's missing.
Bob sells a house for $136,000.
If he makes five percent commission for every house...
...how much money did Bob earn on this sale?
All I know is if your boy Bob only gets five percent...
...he's pushing the wrong product.
Could I get something to write with here?
First fundamental of Fundamentals of Math, always carry your writing utensil.
So I heard Duncan Kane took off, huh?
I believe the official story involved a sick relative in Chattanooga...
...but, yeah, he took off.
Well, the word is he bolted because you accused him of killing Lilly.
Well, word is wrong.
But you don't think they got the right guy?
Hey, honey.
- Eli. - Sheriff.
I'm just giving Weevil a refresher for his quiz tomorrow.
Well, I guess I'm refreshed.
See you at school.
Honey, do I need to recap my concerned-dad lectures?
No running with scissors, no candy from strangers...
...no smartening up the local criminal element.
He helped me out in the past. I'm just returning the favor.
What say you call it even?
I'll be at home...
...with the only sane member of the Mars family.
The one who eats the garbage and brings me dead birds?
That's the one.
Chester?
Chester, come here, boy.
Come here, baby. Chester?
Chester? Chester!
- Hey. - Hey.
So, what do you think?
Like, in general...
...or is there a specific arena in which you'd like my opinion?
Do you think Duncan is just cooling off...
...or is he holed up in some hotel room...
...pouring peroxide on his hair and trying to file his fingerprints off?
Honestly, I have no idea.
I got the call from Celeste, wanting to know where I thought he might have gone.
- What did you tell her? - The truth.
I don't know.
See you.
Alrighty, Logan. We'll just skip over the two minutes in heaven we had.
You wanna pretend it never happened? No argument here.
My lips, for all intents and purposes, are sealed.
Come on.
- Sorry. This was on your... - Thanks.
- You're Veronica Mars, right? - Sometimes.
Do you think I could, like, hire you or something, to help me find my dog?
That depends. Was he cheating on you?
Lost dogs aren't really my specialty.
Okay. Well, thanks anyways.
You know, maybe I could make a couple phone calls, maybe help with signage.
Excuse me a sec. Breaking news.
Record this date in history.
First time Wallace Fennell got the 411 before the little birdie got it to you.
Do I have to tip you over, or are you gonna spill it on your own?
Clemmons just got a call.
Weevil broke into the Kane house last night.
Neighborhood security patrol caught him in Lilly Kane's bedroom.
- Hi. How are you? - Better now.
Haven't heard from you in a couple days.
About to show up at your place with my tools of restraint.
Wouldn't recommend it.
Dad usually likes to have a guy to dinner at least once before he cuffs me.
So, what can I help you with, Ms. Mars?
My schedule? Sure. I'm off Thursday and Friday.
I'm actually here to see Weevil.
Do you think I could get a minute with him?
What is it about bad boys?
Tattoos, leather, parole violations. Total good-girl bait.
I'm doomed.
Hey, you were here when Weevil was brought in, right?
What did they find on him?
The badass standards: 17 cents, a couple condoms, a pen.
Do you have that nail file and the J. Lo poster I asked for?
- Why were you in Lilly's room? - What better house for some B and E?
I know about you and Lilly, about the letters.
Yeah? Well, whatever you know, that's not all there is to it.
I tell you that I'm close to finding Lilly's killer...
...and two hours later, you break into her room? What do you expect?
I told you what I was doing there. You don't wanna believe me, that's on you.
You gonna help me or not?
No.
All right. All right. Hold on.
- A diamond ring. - You broke in to steal a ring?
I was trying to get it back. It's my mother's...
...and she was saving it for me as an engagement ring.
At one time, I was dumb enough to think I wanted Lilly to have it.
- Find it? - Nope.
Look, the Kanes want me crucified for this, and now that I'm 18...
Goodbye, juvie.
Hello, community soap.
Yeah.
Now I see how crappy mine was.
It was heartfelt crappy.
So tell me more about the night Chester disappeared.
- Your front gate was open? - Not mine. The McDades'.
I baby-sit their son, Ryder, twice a week. They let me keep Chester in their yard.
- How far do you live from them? - Far. I'm more like an 02er.
So you put up flyers. Did you check the pound?
- I called and I left them my number. - You should go down there.
Give them a flyer.
If they meet you, they're more likely to remember you and Chester.
Hey, sweetheart. Stay close, okay.
Barry's gonna be here any minute.
Research for your next role?
No, Phil Jackson gave me this.
Said it would change my perspective.
Maybe you could option it.
Nobody seems to believe me. Not even my own children.
I'm done acting, Trina.
It's behind me now.
What if something so great came along?
There is nothing greater than living in the moment...
...being here for the ones I love.
That's my job now.
Lynn's death was my wake up call.
Push in on our hero.
Natural light frames his handsome, weathered face...
...as he passes sage advice to his doting daughter.
The music swells.
Important, your family is.
But, Daddy, there's this terrific part.
The villain in an independent feature my boyfriend, Dylan, is producing.
Escaping Your Past. You'd be perfect. Two days' work.
Hold on, Trina.
Thank you for thinking of me, really, but this...
This is what I wanna be doing now.
I'm not sure if you're aware...
...but Lynn updated her will a few weeks before her death.
Aaron, you were removed.
Well, I didn't know that, but...
- Well, it doesn't surprise me. - It's cool, Bar.
Dad's accountants didn't give Mom much of an allowance.
All right, I'll skip to the relevant paragraph here.
"To my son Logan, I bequeath my art collection...
"...as well as all of my personal effects in the house.
"In addition, I leave him the balance in investment account, held with JPMorgan...
"...totaling $115,000."
And me? She took me out too?
I'm afraid you were never in it.
We're looking for a lost Jack Russell terrier, Chester.
- Any chance he's come through? - Purebred Jack.
- Hasn't come through, sorry. - Veronica Mars?
JW, this is the coolest girl in Neptune High.
She was gonna get expelled for planting a spy cam in the teachers' lounge...
...but she had so much dirt, they let her off.
- Is that so? - Have you seen my dog?
Man, no.
Oh, I wish I had, though. What a cutie.
I'll keep an eye out, okay?
We'd really appreciate that. Thanks...?
- Hans. - Hans.
You really hid a camera in the teachers' lounge?
I have no idea what he's talking about.
Good morning, bro.
Pop-Tart?
- A Tart from a tart. - He of the sickle wit.
Can I ask you something?
Will you look at that? There was a string attached to my Pop-Tart.
Yeah. Well, I'm in a little bit of a jam. I could use a loan.
Twelve hours to hit me up for my dead mother's money.
I wonder who had that in the pool.
You know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.
Oh, I do. I do.
Could I just borrow 10 grand? Just for a little while?
Ten grand?
Will you just hear me out, please?
My boyfriend, Dylan, spotted me some cash a few months ago...
...and now he's bugging me about it. I can't get him off my back.
Did you try standing up?
Thanks. Knew I could count on you.
This afternoon, we should post at the pet stores.
Pet owners are more likely to call with any tips.
Hello. Yes, I did.
Oh, you have?
- What happened? - Nothing.
Someone was just playing a stupid trick.
Lenny Sopher. I had a crush on him last year.
I put his picture in my locker. I never told him, but somebody did.
He's gone out of his way to be mean to me ever since.
Oh, Veronica, please, don't worry about it.
- Really, it's not worth it. - It is so worth it.
- You prank called Mandy? - What if I did?
I wanna congratulate you, shake your hand.
Congratulations. You've been named the world's biggest cockroach.
This award is given in recognition of your unparalleled lack of decency and humanity.
Bravo. You're gonna die friendless and alone.
- Everyone knows you're... - Shut up.
I want you to speak, I'll wave a Snausage over your nose.
If you use Mandy again to try to convince yourself you're not a loser...
...I will ruin your life, got it?
- You got it? - Okay, jeez.
- I can't believe you did that. - I can't believe you didn't.
You want people to leave you alone, Mandy, or better yet, treat you with respect?
Demand it. Make them.
Hey, buddy. You wanna go outside?
Hi.
- Hello. - Veronica? It's Hans at the pound.
I've got some bad news.
One of our guys found Chester by the side of the highway on his way in last night.
He'd been hit by car. They had to put him down.
I found this.
I saved it for you.
Backup and I walk by here almost every day.
This used to be covered with band flyers and surfboards for sale.
Now every inch of space is covered with lost-dog notices.
Hi. I was calling about your missing Yorkie.
Oh, you did? Great.
How did you find him?
Three weeks?
No, I haven't seen him. Just a concerned dog lover.
How much is the reward?
Hi, is this Bridget?
Hi, I'm calling about your toy spaniel, Louie.
Is he still missing? I'll definitely be on the lookout for him.
Good luck.
Only the owners who've offered big rewards have gotten their dogs back.
What happens to the dogs who don't bring a high enough price?
Do they end up like Chester, just left by the highway somewhere to die?
I can't do anything for Mandy, but if someone is stealing dogs in Neptune...
...they need to be brought down, hard, then beaten with some sort of tire iron...
...and dumped into the nearest body of water.
What did you say to Duncan?
- Where is he? - Excuse me?
I think you know why he left.
In fact, you're probably the reason he left.
What did you say to him, Veronica?
Let's start with what I didn't tell him.
I didn't tell him that his mother threatened to kill me.
I didn't tell him that his mother drove my mother out of town.
I know you think I hate you, but I don't.
I just can't stand to look at you.
Every time I see you, I see everything that's wrong in my life, in my family.
I see my husband's infidelity, your mother in his office, in his hotel room.
- I see your father trying to destroy us. - What are you doing here?
I needed to ask your daughter a few questions.
You don't need to ask her anything. You just leave her alone.
You don't scare me, Keith.
If you were such a great detective, you would've seen what was going on...
...right underneath your nose.
- Wait. - Keith Mars.
I'll help you find Duncan if you drop the charges against Weevil.
You want the intruder caught in Lilly's bedroom released?
I'm sure I should be surprised, but I'm not.
Nothing was stolen, nothing was damaged.
I might have an idea where Duncan went. That's my offer.
Truth is, I have no idea where Duncan might be, but she doesn't know that.
As for the whereabouts of lost dogs...
...let's see who bites when I increase the reward exponentially.
- Is Dad still at dinner? - Yeah.
But he's not far. I'm sure if you really tried, you could blow smoke up his ass from here.
Hey, Trina, if you take your top off...
...before you get on the mechanical bull, you won't fall off.
- What happened to you? - Nothing.
Don't you have some homework to do, little brother?
That wannabe-producer boyfriend do this to you?
What's his name, Dylan?
- Dylan what? What's his last name? - It doesn't matter.
It does now. Tell me.
You've made it clear that you have no interest in my problems, Logan.
Don't be wishy-washy. It's so unattractive in a guy.
I walked in on them making out on the couch last night.
- She was sitting on his lap. - Hey, hey, hey.
No discussing parental PDA at lunch. It's your rule.
All right, sorry. I can't be the only one with that image burned in my brain.
I had to share.
Hello.
Yes, this is Bridget.
Wonderful.
Yes, the reward is still a $1,000.
How about this afternoon?
Great. I'll send my brother to meet you.
Dog beach, 3:00.
Thanks. Bye-bye.
So I'm your brother. I didn't mean brother like brother.
I meant brother like...
- You know. - Yeah, I know.
Where are you gonna get $1,000?
If you rolling like that, you really been holding out on a brother.
- You lost dog? - Sure did.
Hi, there, Louie. How you doing, boy? I missed you.
Oh, yes, I did.
Where was he? How did you find him?
All right then.
Hi.
Thanks, man.
Come on.
Oh, no.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry. He's never done that.
He just ran from me. That's so weird.
Sorry.
Tag, you're it. Now it's time to play Follow the Dog Thief.
You're walking.
You! You! You cheated me dinero.
Oh, crap.
No, no, no. You stole the dog.
I no steal. No, I no steal.
And it's time for the international language of...
Okay, now, who stole the dog?
Dog man?
Does he drive a white van? Do you know him?
White van.
Do you know his name?
No, no.
Sure. Let's play Dirty Charades with the gringa.
Okay...
So there's a dog man who hires these guys to return dogs.
He drives a white van, or maybe a white horse, and he likes to spank busty women.
Basically, that's any male living in Neptune.
Come on, Louie.
All right, now. Please be hot, grateful, single.
- Hi. I wondering if you lost... - Oh, you found him.
I sure did.
Thank you so much.
Hello, ladies.
- What the...? - You kill dogs?
- What are you doing in my van? - I know what you're doing.
You're kidnapping 09er dogs, holding them at the pound...
...and waiting for an offer of a big reward.
You break into my van, and you're accusing me of stealing?
I guess when Mandy I came looking for Chester, you realized you screwed up.
Dognapped from a poor girl?
So you cut your losses and threw him to the side of the road?
Actually, I rounded up 101 of them. Some crazy lady's making a coat.
Now, get out of my van, you lunatic.
- How old are you, anyway, Hans? - Eighteen. Why?
Community soap.
Always getting out the back of some dude's van, aren't you?
- You're out. - Yeah.
How many get-out-of-jail-free cards do you have, anyway?
Pretty sure that was my last, so you might keep your felonies to a bare minimum.
I am what I am, V. Leopard's spots, you know what they say.
- Hi. - Hey, I need your help.
Would it be weird for me to start my own drinking game?
I have to do a shot every time someone asks for my help?
I need you to track down Trina's leech-of-the-week boyfriend.
- Why? What did he do? - He beat her up.
I plan on returning the favor.
All I know is his first name, Dylan...
...and he's producing this steamer.
Easy.
Hey.
- Going out? - Well, not at the moment...
...but, just in case, gotta have the game face on.
The camera's prying eyes are never far away.
Hey, what do you feel like for dinner?
- I think I'm gonna cook. - Yeah, I'm not really hungry.
Are you okay?
Just boyfriend stuff. No big deal.
You know, even if it's a small deal, I mean, you can always talk to me about it.
Well, I sort of got his hopes up about you doing his movie...
...and now the financing is falling through, and he's freaking out.
Trina, you gotta talk to me before you go making promises to anybody.
Dad, I so don't care about Dylan. This is me thinking about you.
I mean, this is a career-defining moment you're passing up.
I mean, hello? Travolta, Pulp Fiction?
Really.
- It's that good? - It's better than that good.
Well, I guess I'd better hear about it then.
Why don't you have your boyfriend come by later?
Thank you so much, Daddy.
Hi, I'm calling from Todd Russell's office at CAA.
He read your script, Escaping Your Past, and he went nuts over it.
Have you sold it yet?
Really?
Who's producing it?
Is that G-O-R-A-N?
Great. I'm sure he'll wanna speak with him.
Maybe we can get you guys a deal.
Okay, we'll be in touch. Thanks.
Bye.
Dylan Goran.
Is there really an agent named Todd Russell at CAA?
There could be. Maybe.
Looks like Trina's Romeo has had a little trouble with the ladies.
Two women have filed restraining orders against him in the last five years.
Dad. Hey, I need Trina. It's important.
Oh, hey, son. She's in the shower.
Her boyfriend's coming over to pitch me a part in his movie.
Aren't you retired? I thought you were reconnecting with your family.
Trina is family. I'm helping her out.
- It's what dads do. - No, listen, Trina's boyfriend, he's got...
Dylan's on his way to the house...
...and Dad's cooking for him.
Dad, this is Dylan Goran.
Dylan, my father, Aaron Echolls.
Mr. Echolls, it's a pleasure.
I'm so glad you decided to meet.
Please, call me Aaron.
Hey.
Taste this for me, will you?
Perfect.
Yeah, not quite.
So, Dylan, tell me about this part.
You'd be playing a hit man.
A junkie hit man.
It's only two days of work. Three, tops.
You'd be in and out. If you said yes, they'd have a green light.
A strung-out hit man, huh?
With a conscience. He's on the junk because he's tormented.
It's the only way he can get out of his head, escape the pain.
You know...
...he sounds a lot like my old man.
He used to beat me and my mom...
...and then try to drink the demons away.
Yeah. Yeah. It's a lot like that.
You could definitely draw from that.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
He used to beat my mom till she passed out.
She'd cake makeup all over her face, wear dark glasses around the house...
...but, you know, I could always recognize the signs.
Then, finally, I got the courage up to try and stop him, but, man...
...I'm just a scrawny little kid, he's built like a wall.
He put a cigarette out on my hand, said:
"Nice try, kid."
You know, you can still see the scars.
Look.
You see them there?
- No, I don't. - Come on, it's right there. Right there.
- Daddy. - You think you could hit my daughter, huh?
- Daddy, no. - My daughter?!
Daddy.
Daddy, stop.
Daddy.
Daddy, no.
Oh, hey, son. How was school?
Hey, you know what?
I considered your offer, but I think I'm gonna pass.
Logan, can you see this young man to his car, please?
I'd be happy to.
Father knows best.
Do you think Lilly loved Weevil?
I don't know.
Lilly never mentioned anything to me about Weevil.
I was wondering when you'd ask me about that.
Yeah, well...
I don't know.
When he's caught in her bedroom, I guess you gotta think.
You're handling it a lot better than I thought you would.
I loved Lilly, and Lilly loved guys.
- Logan, you know she... - No, she used to say that her...
Her parents worshipped Duncan and tolerated her.
And if she couldn't please them...
...she was gonna go out of her way to piss them off.
Weevil must have been perfect for that.
I know Lilly loved you.
Yeah, just not like I loved her.
It's okay.
No, you know, it kind of lets me off the hook, you know?
I don't have to feel guilty anymore.
Feel guilty about what?
Moving on.
- What are we doing? - No idea.
- We need to talk about this. - I know. I know.
Maybe we should just keep it to ourselves for a while and see what happens.
Meet in mop closets, pass each other secret notes in the hallway?
Come on, I'll drive you home on the back streets.
Oh, my gosh. Look what I found in my cereal box this morning.
It's a spy pen.
What's a spy pen? How covert-ops of you.
I'm gonna use it to pass secret messages to all of my lovers.
This is going to be a very busy little pen.
You okay?
- Hi. - Hi.
I'm going to the city pound tonight. Do you wanna come?
What? Why?
I believe Hans and those guys from the pound...
...are dognapping purebred dogs from the 09ers...
...and holding them there until the owners offer rewards.
- I plan on proving it. - Do you think Chester might still be there?
I wouldn't get my hopes up.
It's stupid, and if you don't want any part of it...
I'm in.
I need to talk to you.
Me. Finally, me.
I can't date you anymore.
- Okay. - Trust me, you don't wanna date me.
I'm a train wreck. Seriously.
The first guy I ever loved dropped off the face of the Earth...
...probably because of something I said...
...and the last guy I dated turned out to be a drug dealer...
...and I just made out with my dead best friend's boyfriend...
...who, incidentally, I hate, so...
Train wreck.
But, Leo, you are the sweetest...
Please, don't tell me how sweet I am.
Well, you're also seriously hot, so you'll be single for about three and a half seconds.
See, now, that's more helpful.
I'm sorry to dump this on you. I just...
I genuinely care about you, and I wanted to be honest.
So my response is supposed to be what?
- Thanks? - Probably overshooting a bit, huh?
You could tell me that you understand.
And that we can still be friends?
That would be cool...
...because I need to follow this confession by asking for a favor.
Open up. Sheriff's Department.
- We need to take a look around. - What for? Look, her dog's not here.
Take us to the back, now.
- You wanna show me a warrant? - Are you kidding me?
This is public county building. You're a county employee.
I'm a county deputy sheriff. Don't make me wake up a judge.
Come on.
Like you were told, missy, your dog's dead.
He's not here. But what's in this room here?
- What's in that room? - It's locked.
It's where we keep dogs with serious contagious diseases.
- You go in there, you could infect other... - We'll risk it.
Your dog's not in there.
Well, lookie here.
It's Bucko.
And Rufus.
And Shakes.
- And Lola. - He's not here.
Chester's not here.
- I'm sorry. - You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can will be used against you...
Wait. You cannot prove that I have anything to do with this.
Please, resist arrest. Please.
- Look at me. - Come on.
That was my dog. You killed my dog.
- You see what you did? - Stop it, stop it!
- Hey, hey! - He was my best friend!
Stop.
He's not dead, I swear. Please, stop.
He's not dead?
We sold him.
We sold the dog when we couldn't get a reward.
- Thank you, Leo. - Forget about it.
It was fun.
Can I ask you kind of a weird question?
Do you ask any other kind of questions?
You said Weevil had a pen on him when he was arrested.
- Are you sure it wasn't a pencil? - It was definitely a pen.
Pretty girlie one, too. Big, pink, plastic.
So much for your bad boy.
Honey, I know you don't always have a curfew these days...
...but you're starting to make me look bad.
So you knew Weevil stalked Lilly.
You questioned him. What convinced you he wasn't the guy?
We searched him, his home, DNA and all that stuff...
...and nothing came up.
He also had an airtight alibi. I'll show you.
All this time, you've had Lilly Kane research in a box marked "Playboys" in the closet.
Well, I figured it'd be safe there.
It's the closed files. It's just the nonessential stuff.
- You think you're slick, don't you? - Hey, only because I am.
Okay, Weevil was on community-service detail.
A dozen people saw him from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m.
His timecard confirms it.
And now that we know that Lilly's time of death is well after 4?
The Kanes covered up Lilly's murder. We know that.
You think they'd go through all that for someone like Weevil?
You've come this far.
Hi. I'm Mandy. I think my friend Veronica talked to you earlier.
Chester!
- That's what I said, man. - Hey, guys. How you doing, man?
Weevil.
The night you broke into the Kanes, I gave you a pencil.
You were found with a pen. There was no ring, was there?
You found exactly what you were looking for.
You mean this? You can have it.
Any messages inside when you found it? Messages from you, perhaps?
Now, if I told you, it wouldn't really be a secret-message pen, would it?