Veronica Mars (2004–2007): Season 4, Episode 7 - Gods of War - full transcript

Previously on Veronica Mars...

Three spring breaks ago,
a Hearst Pi Sig dies on the beach.

Written off as an accident.

What can you tell me about
the night Patrick Hatcher died?

Get out! Now!

How are Murderheads
at deep background checks?

Deep background is where we excel.

Find out everything you can
about these three frat guys.

Consider it done.

I saw Eli's blonde crush
at the motel today.

Pretty sure she was snooping around
Alonzo's room.



I'm gonna pay her a visit at some point.

I've been thinking a lot lately.

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

Or worse, get one of us hurt.

This is Logan. Yes, sir.

I've been called back to active duty.
I need to leave immediately.

...is flippity-flap.

Have you noticed that each of the bombs

killed someone
with a sex offense in his history?

It's a pattern.
But I was missing a perp.

- What about Nicole?
- You ready?

It's your lucky day, Congressman.
You get to meet Allah.

- Daniel!
- Neptune Grand, eighth floor.

Daniel...



Say that again?

Those two, Dodie Mendoza

and Alonzo Lozano, were paid 30 Bitcoin,

which is $100,000 more or less,
by Congressman Maloof.

And a source of ours
spotted driver's licenses

for Tayler and Tyler Carr
in those boys' motel room.

It's that... that page right there.

Enough.

All right.

Here's how this went down.

Tyler Carr shot Daniel Maloof

over a missing ring.

Hell, I witnessed them
nearly come to blows over it

in the coroner's office.

You were there. Are you forgetting this?

King Pagursky's mom is on line two.

- Mrs. Pagursky.
- Are you avoiding my calls?

No, ma'am. No.
Ma'am, we are invested in making sure

that you get a positive result
to this case.

Well, it doesn't seem like
things are moving fast enough...

Ohh! Drool on the dirty laundry,

not the clean laundry!

Oh, shit!

Hi, babe!

Here, talk to Pony. I need one sec.

Hi, Pony!

Good talk. Veronica!

Hi!

Did you move the car
for street cleaning?

Shit.

She's gonna get a ticket
if she doesn't move her car soon.

Maybe you should knock
on her door and let her know.

You notice all the fast food places here
use paper straws?

You know, because of the sea turtles.

We should have followed the father.

So you could bitch about how
we should have followed the daughter?

Just be where you are.

We should kill 'em and be done with it.

We can do that, keep tryin'
to find the bomber on our own.

Or we could wait for the professional
private investigators

to track down the bomber for us.

And then kill 'em.

♪ 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 ♪

I'm glad you called,
but I'm leaving soon.

Uh, Wallace should be here in...

...five minutes early, like a dick.

How's, uh, parts unknown?

Well, I had to wait 45 minutes
for this Skype session,

but other than that,
it's all lollipops and rainbows.

- Hi.
- Hi. I just need two secs.

Talk to Wallace.

What's up, Logan?

What's up, Wallace?

Well, the district offered me
the varsity coaching job.

That's great!

- It's at Kane High.
- Sheesh. Does Veronica know?

- I'm afraid to tell her.
- Yeah, I don't blame you.

Turn it towards me.

Sorry, we're just running late.

Well, movie's not for half an hour.

- Actually...
- Oh, Veronica.

I was hoping you could come
do a thing with me before the movie.

Before the movie
or in place of the movie?

Uh, in place of the 8:00 movie,

but before the 10:00 movie
I was hoping we could go to instead.

It's just a quick Murderheads meeting.
You'll barely know we're there.

You seem busy.

I'll try you tomorrow.

I'm sorry.

If I knew you were calling, I...

Not exactly on a set schedule here,
Veronica.

Doesn't mean I don't have one.

I know that.

I can't just wait
in front of the computer, hoping.

I wouldn't expect you to.

But... have a good night.

Logan...

So... what is a Murderhead?

Hearst student
and Pi Sig president Campbell Davis

got a DUI last month.

He's on academic probation,

and his pledge name was "Jizz Mop."

God, I miss Hearst.

Anything that relates to the beach party

where his fellow Pi Sig
pledge Patrick Hatcher

died three spring breaks ago?

He posted an "R.I.P." shout-out to him
on Facebook, but that's it.

What about Darren Silva?

He was pretty active on social media...
The standard stuff...

Until the night Hatcher died.

After that, radio silence.

Not even one tweet saying,
"What happened that night

makes me want to murder
future spring breakers"?

Hey,

if the desire
to murder spring breakers is wrong,

I don't wanna be right.

Ugh. Don!

Oh, lighten up. Everyone who's ever
lived in Neptune has thought it.

Yeah, I've thought it.

Damn, did I say that out loud?

For the record,
I'm not the murderer. I'm...

Okay. Moving on

to Blake Long,
which... we didn't find much.

He changed his major sophomore year

and then started a band
called Suit Slayer.

"Soothsayer."

Soothsayer, that's right.

Both equally unhelpful.

Sorry, guys, I gotta jump.

I'm briefing Pelosi in 20.

Looking like that?

Well, when you're the guy
on international debt relief,

you dress how you like.

Peace out, murder scouts.

Um, does anybody have anything else?

Yeah. Blake Long tried to kill himself

a month after Hatcher died in that fire.

Long did?
I thought you were doing Darren Silva.

Adderall. I can go all night.

We're out of sugar.

God,
I love having you around the office.

That contagious smile,
that youthful enthusiasm.

How many people get to work
with an actual ray of sunshine?

I've been listening to the bug
I planted in Nicole's office,

and I hate myself.

So stop listening.

Stop listening? Is that possible?

If you're sure about her,

the next time you're at the bar
just take back the bug

and just go on having your, uh,

whatever the female version
of a bromance is.

A friendship?

A friendship. That's it.

It's your call, honey.

He's a nice kid.

Who breaks a glass in the ice
every 15 minutes.

He needs to get himself a retail job.

I only need three cases this week.

Business is slow, man.

Just open the box and pour the pizza
directly down my throat.

I know it's a bad day
when you order extra cheese.

And when you're here
more than once a week.

Must be nice, getting to relax.

If I didn't care about making money.

Hey, if he woulda left Quacks alone,

I might have started
a Neptune Bomber fan club.

They're heathens. I won't miss 'em.

Sounds like Nicole orders pizza
from Penn all the time.

Oh, you've done it, Veronica.
You've cracked this thing wide open.

I'm spitballin' here! No bad ideas.

I'm throwin' stuff at the wall,
seein' what sticks.

What if Penn delivered a pizza to Quacks
on the day of the bombing,

he's got one of those
pizza delivery bags,

he slides into the men's room... okay...

Sorry. I'm getting carried away.

Maybe not.

I mean, it's thin,
but Chattanooga Charlie's,

where they had the explosion
last spring break,

Cho's delivers there, too.

Maybe the squirrely cuss made a mistake
with the first bomb.

He delivered the pizza to the Sea Sprite
and didn't get out in time.

What's his motive?

Uh...

he calls spring breakers "heathens"
on the recording.

They are heathens.
We've called them worse.

Much worse.

So I should find out from Nicole

if Penn delivered her a pizza at
Comrade Quacks the day of the bombing.

How ya gonna do that without giving up

that you had a bug in her office?

Lie.

Do character flaws count less

if you're self-aware about them?

I went out with a guy for a while
at Columbia

who was up front about his jealousy.

He knew it was wrong, apologized for it.

But he was still the asshole
who wanted the gory details

about every guy I'd ever touched.

His self-awareness didn't stop me
from dropping him.

Greg said you were up here.

I've been thinking about you.

- Yeah?
- Uh-huh.

You and Leo the other night
seemed very friendly.

And then he walked you home.
I mean, look,

I've done some bad shit,
so no judgment, okay?

- I get it.
- Leo is just a friend.

- Well, we're friends, right?
- Yeah. I hope so.

Yeah, well,
the beauty of being friends with me

is that whatever you've done,
I've done something worse.

- Scout's honor, nothing happened.
- Hm.

Um... strange question.

The day the bomb went off here,

did you order pizza from Cho's?

That is a strange question.

It's probably nothing,
but I'm just wondering if the bomber

is someone who gets in and out of places
like a pizza guy,

someone who no one thinks about.

Well, I do order from Cho's
more than I should, but...

I don't remember if I did
the day the bomb went off.

It's kind of a blur.

- Maybe you could check the receipts?
- Yeah. Sure.

Okay, random question for you.
How do you feel about mud baths?

Uh... support them for pigs.

Okay. So I just heard
about this new spa in Ojai,

and I was thinking we should maybe
check it out after spring break.

You know, we'll just, like,
get all the alcohol out of our pores

and reset our fine selves.

Veronica.

I planted a bug in your office.

What?

In every bomb,
at least one of the victims

had some sort of sexual offense
on his record,

and came through Quacks.

I saw you knock
that kid Jimmy Hatfield out

in the surveillance video,

and the horse collar bomber
was in here trying to roofie girls.

I mean, you own sap gloves.
For Chrissakes.

The sex crime element gave you motive.

When a bomb went off in here,

I figured you'd never bomb
your own place,

but then I learned
you sold out to Big Dick...

Stop!

You've been listening to me.

Where did you put it? The bug.

Um...

there.

So...

I shared my deepest,
darkest personal secret,

and your response was to bug my office.

I mean...
I mean, you really think I'm capable

of randomly killing
a bunch of college kids.

But yet you still consider me a friend.
I mean...

Shit, Veronica,
how low is the bar for you?

I didn't really think you did it...

It... it's just part of the job.

And I'm telling you because
I don't want this between us anymore.

Oh, so you feel better now, yeah?
You good?

Um, no.

Well, you've gotten close to me.

You know me.

How do you think I feel
about giving people second chances?

You've always done something worse,
right?

No.

Not in this case.

Is the bug still here?

Then what are you waitin' for?

Go.

This is Veronica.

I don't know
why she's not calling you back.

Yes, she is staying with me.
She's just not... here right now.

Look, I'll have her call you, okay?

- It learns.
- Sometimes.

- Next up is phone etiquette.
- Did you call?

I did. So did your mom.

Shit. I've been turning my phone off
to conserve battery.

But you have internet?

I steal Wi-Fi from a café
across the street.

I'm just sending her a text.

So what does one do
in a motel room with no electricity?

Eat. Sleep. Entertain revenge fantasies.

What?

This nail from Comrade Quacks,

this nail removed from Penn's back,

and this string art nail
are all the same.

Does that strike you as strange?

No.

It should.

Answer your phone.

This nail.

It's the same as the ones we looked for
at the hardware store.

It's the same as the one I found
in Comrade Quacks after the bombing.

Was the "hello" implied, or we're just,
we're not doin' that anymore?

Were they in every bomb?

No. Just the last three.

The beach, the horse collar, and Quacks.

So the bomb at the Sea Sprite
and the bomb that killed Perry Walsh

were not packed with nails?

Right. Veronica, um... what's up?

I'm working on something.

If it amounts to anything,
I'll let you know.

That's a cinnamon roll, by the way.

- Aw.
- Enjoy.

Hey, uh...

so as luck would have it,
they're playing The Big Lebowski

at the Orpheus tonight.

I'm ready to right this wrong
if you are.

Why would I watch it at that moldy dump

when I have the director's cut

and the ingredients for White Russians
at home?

Sold. What time should I be there?

That wasn't an invitation.

Ooh. Sounded like one.

You are not coming over
to Lebowski and chill.

You're turning this
into something tawdry.

Ah, what's wrong
with a couple of cinephiles

watching what you conside to be
a classic movie?

Unless...

unless you were thinking
it was something more.

I wasn't.

You afraid of being alone with me?

I'm leaving now.

Okay, so, is that...
Is that a yes or a no on me comin' over?

It was a
"no invitation has ever been issued."

You sure? Uh, can the court reporter
please play back the transcript

starting with the part
about owning the movie in question

and having the cocktail ingredients
at home?

Goodbye.

Hey, Clyde. Have you seen these bikes?

This one has 4,000 cycling
classes on it. It's incredible!

Nice work!

I just got the countersigned contracts
for Comrade Quacks.

- Mmhm.
- You're leasin' it to Rick Deefenbock?

Damn right.
The dumb son of a bitch overpaid.

That was supposed to be my property,
Dick.

- Thirty seconds to go!
- We talked about this. At length.

Oh, right.
Your "classic car" dealership?

Comrade Quacks, that's where
you wanted to put it? You sure?

- Positive.
- Go strong here!

Oh, I'm sorry, buddy.
It must have slipped my mind.

But don't worry,
we'll find you another lot.

A better lot.
If that's still what you want.

Why would that not be what I want?

Well, owning a business,
especially one that trades

in a rarified secondary market
with little practical demand

and a shrinking consumer base...

not exactly the venture
to cut your teeth on.

Yeah, well, that was our deal.

And what was our deal exactly?
What was the language?

- You've got this!
- You gave me your word.

You're still learning. What's the rush?

Spent a decade of my life in prison,

I'd kinda like
to not waste any more time.

Well, won't be long.
We'll find you something.

- Another 15!
- Hey.

What's a dream car for a teenage girl?

You know what? I don't ever care.

Just pick one and find out
where the girl from the Sea Sprite is.

Will ya? But it's gotta be red.

Girls love red.

- Sure thing.
- Just up the hill!

My man.

Shit, another hill.

You can do it! Let's go!

I know why we've been having
such a tough time with this case.

These nails...

Where is it?

Where's what?

Personal space! Personal space!

A milkshake, a Lumberjack Timber-gur,

and waffle fries.

Well, well, well.

When this cat's away, the mouse...
that's you...

will consume 2,000 calories.

But, Veronica,
I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay.

Don't be cute with me.

You were gonna tell me
something about nails?

Fine. I'll try to fill you in
before your inevitable heart attack.

This nail.

It's the same type of nail
that was removed from Penn's back.

It's also the type of nail
that was used as shrapnel

in the beach bomb, the Quacks bomb,
and the horse collar bomb.

And the Sea Sprite bomb.

What makes you say that?

Because it was pulled out
of Penn's back.

Yeah, but the only person hit
with this type of nail was Penn.

Leo confirmed that the first two bombs

weren't packed with these nails.

This is also the same kind of nail
that's used in string art.

I saw the piece in Matty's room.

It was hanging on the wall
inside the office

just a few feet
from where Penn was outside.

So you're saying Penn
gets a few of these nails in his back

and makes the incorrect assumption

that the bombs are loaded
with these nails as shrapnel.

Then when his theory that the Maloofs

were trying to kill their future in-law

is shot out of the water
and he becomes a laughingstock...

He takes over for Perry Walsh,

using what he believes is Walsh's M. O.

Then he stands up
at a City Council meeting

and blames Big Dick
because he knows we think it's Big Dick.

But Penn wasn't the only one
who knew about the nails.

The Murderheads knew. The police know.

If there are two bombers,

everything we thought about Big Dick
works out.

Big Dick gets his prison
library buddy Perry Walsh

to bomb the Sea Sprite.

It's a location he wants to buy,

and the owner is starting
to organize merchants against him.

He then eliminates Walsh,
making it look like he killed himself,

even provides
a "I hate girls in bikinis" manifesto.

And then Penn takes over.

Let's call the chief of police,
see what she says.

She's not gonna listen.

Probably not.

I'm gonna let you enjoy this experience
on your own.

Good night. Oh, and if you feel
a tightness in your chest

and break out in a cold sweat,
just remember:

Put. The burger. Down.

Chief. It's Keith Mars,

says he has a theory
he wants to run by you.

Tell him to piss up a rope.

♪ Why don't you run from me?

♪ What are you wondering? ♪

♪ What do you know? ♪

♪ What is it exactly you're payin'? ♪

♪ Is the amount cleaning you out,
am I satisfactory? ♪

♪ Today I'm thinkin' about
the things that are deadly ♪

♪ The way I'm drinkin' you down,
like I wanna drown ♪

♪ Like I wanna end me ♪

♪ Step on the glass ♪

♪ Staple your tongue, ahh ♪

♪ Bury a friend ♪

♪ Try to wake up, ahh ♪

♪ Cannibal class, killin' the son, ahh ♪

♪ Bury a friend ♪

♪ I wanna end me ♪

Matty Ross.

You're like Rapunzel! I love it!

What are you doing?

Dropping off your signing bonus.

Why don'tcha come down?
Take her for a spin?

I already said no.

Well, that was to my first offer.

You were smart to turn that down.

You'll find a much-improved offer
in the glove box.

Think you're gonna like it.

Perry Walsh get one of these?

You know, I'd suggest
you move on with your life, Matty.

What I'm doing now...
this is the easy way.

You don't want to do this the hard way,
I promise.

You know, a year from now I'm gonna have

eight luxury beachfront units
on this spot.

That's something
you can take to the bank.

I don't care what you say.
It's Big Dick.

- Matty...
- He bought me a car.

Matty...

I know that you're working off
some theory about nails...

Matty!

- You're right.
- Yeah.

We think Big Dick had Perry Walsh
plant the Sea Sprite bomb, too.

And Penn Epner is responsible
for the other ones.

We think.

I-I know he's a little obnoxious,
but he's nice enough.

Why would he want
to kill all those people?

Pfft. Feel important? I...
We're still drilling down on motive.

Which is why Big Dick
is easier to prove.

We just need something
that connects him to Perry Walsh.

Financial payments, phone records...

Mars Investigations.

Jesus.

Hold on.

Okay.

What was... What was that last part?

'Kay. Yeah. Okay, got it.

We'll be right there. All right. Bye.

The bomber sent a limerick to the police

promising bomb number six
in the next 72 hours.

Now Marcia wants to hear
our Penn theory.

A limerick?

Hold on.

"Three laps 'round the sun,
I'll be gloating

About more beautiful bodies exploding

Their flesh we will squeegee

At midday 'round Fiji

Plus the heroes upon whom we're doting"

Well, what about Big Dick?

We'll get to him, I promise.

But there's a ticking clock on this one.

Is it okay if I hang out
and charge my cell?

I can just answer the phone and whatnot.

Yeah,
just don't do anything I wouldn't do.

And most of the things
that she would do.

Thanks.

Well,
the shit has officially hit the fan.

Well, if Marcia's calling us down,
it certainly has.

My boss is joining.

All the way in from Virginia?

Not exactly.

The pizza guy?!

You're tellin' me the schmo

popping up on the news
with the crazy theories is our guy?

We're saying we have a theory

that supports the idea
of Mr. Epner as the bomber.

- The nails that we found...
- I heard you the first time.

Does pizza guy have a criminal record?

No.

Any explosives background?
Military? Mining?

None that we know of.

Booker, D'Amato, you there?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

This is nothing.

I want you to go pick up Lassiter
in L.A. He's gotta be the guy.

Okay, sir.

Thanks, everyone.

This has been entertaining
if nothing else.

Okay, uh, I guess we're hittin' the road

to go pick up the guy

that nobody in this room
believes is guilty.

Let's go, honey.

Hey. About that limerick.

Fiji Sandwich World on the boardwalk,

it's a couple of blocks from my place.

I think that might be the target.
"Heroes" are sometimes sandwiches...

Yeah, no shit. We're way ahead of you.

We've already notified the shop,

and we will be evacuating
a two-block radius.

We've also got bomb-sniffing dogs
on the way.

- Okay.
- All right.

Uh, hey, Mars.

I think there's something
to your nail theory.

Plus, I really wanna show up the FBI.

All righty! It's fun time, America.

Put the cares of the day behind you.
It's time for fun!

Neptune spring break
is honestly worse than Fyre Festival.

One thousand percent.

At least the shrooms
are starting to kick in.

- Yeah.
- Are you seeing these lights?

So, what's going on, Zorak?

They're so c... Huh?!

Freeze! Police! Let's see your hands!

Hands up!

- Don't move!
- Where's Penn Epner?

- Who?
- He owns this place.

Well, he's got an apartment
in the basement.

Basement. Go!

This is what I need you to do.

I need you to call Carl,
I need you to check the perimeter.

The guys upstairs
said they saw him leaving,

carrying a bag, last night.

Chief, look at this.

Printouts from the internet.

How-to's for every kind of explosive
our bomber has used.

Put out an APB for Penn Epner.

- So, like, eggs are zero points...
- Uh-huh.

...beans, chicken...
But you gotta take the skin off...

Are you kidding me with this shit?

This is basically just
you callin' me fat.

I'm just sayin', my ma eats all day...

Like, all day...
And she's down 15 pounds.

Good for her.

My man.

I saw on the news...

That Mexican kid
who died at the Sea Sprite,

guess who his uncle is.

Guillermo del Toro.

El Despiadado.

That's who your sister's boyfriend
is working for, right?

- Yeah.
- Makes you think, doesn't it?

What do you suppose he's doing here?

All right, thanks.
Thanks for the heads-up.

Bye-bye.

- Who you been talkin' to?
- Cliff.

He was at the police station.
There's an APB for our pizza guy.

Cliff heard that he wasn't at his place

and word is,
he asked for time off at Cho's.

The guy's in the wind.

But with a $250,000 reward
for his capture,

someone's gonna find him.

And that someone's gonna be us.

Pardon?

When I want to their meeting,
I got the impression

that Penn was more than friends
with one of his Murderheads.

I only knew her first name, Carol,
but she's a librarian at Hearst.

Your old employer.

Long story short,
Carol called in sick yesterday,

and Carol owns a cabin
just outside Mesa Grande.

Hot damn!

Get strapped, old timer.

We are gonna go capture
one of America's most wanted.

Are you kidding me with this car, man?

'66.

Mint condition, original leather,

original wood grain on the dash.

Bought this from a little old lady
who kept it covered in a garage.

- Ahh.
- It's got 23,000 miles on it.

Beautiful.

Hey, Clyde,

you know anything about these two guys
up from Mexico?

They work for a cartel boss.

He lost his nephew
in the Sea Sprite bombing?

No.

But I don't really have my finger

on the pulse of the Mexican underworld.

I thought you knew everyone
who's ever served time, Clyde.

It could mean trouble
for whoever's responsible

for that Sea Sprite bomb.

I heard that was Perry Walsh,

and that guy's already
blown himself up, so...

Hm. Huh.

I wonder what those two guys
are still doin' up here, then.

Oh. Thanks.

My guys have been on my ass all week
about gettin' paid.

Well, that's the last of it,

so, uh, you might want to remind them
about rainy days.

Job's done?

Yeah. Spring break's over.

Not for four days, it isn't.

Clyde, look,
there's gotta be more you need, right?

I mean, I got a lot of people
countin' on this. On me.

Good thing
you're an enterprising kinda guy.

I'm sure
you'll find other ways to make money.

This guy's been blowing up your phone.

I think he's got tires for you
or some... thing.

What's wrong with you?

Veronica Mars.

The "I told you so"
I'm gonna be hearin' from her.

Well, you don't have to worry about her
much longer.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing. I'm just agreeing with you.

She's annoying.

Claudia.

Do not lie to me.

Why am I not gonna have to worry
about Veronica?

♪ You're tall, dark and handsome ♪

I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere.

Oh, I got no plans.

♪ Know how to romance 'em ♪

- ♪ I see through it all ♪
- I'm-I'm just getting some wood.

Some firewood for the... fireplace.

God.

♪ You move like a whiplash... ♪

Jesus! What the hell!

There's an APB out for you.

Haven't you heard?

You're the bomber
everyone's looking for.

I-I was almost killed
in the Sea Sprite bombing!

I got hit with shrapnel!

You got hit with a nail
from a piece of string art in the lobby.

What?

But since you thought
it was bomb shrapnel,

you put the same nails
in all your copycat bombs,

- didn't you, Penn?
- I-I'm going to call...

I... I am calling my attorney!

Oh... Oh, God.

Oh, Jesus!

Inside! Get inside! Get inside!

How'd you miss that shot?

Shut up.

Who's shooting?!

Get in there and don't come out!

Ohh.

Send him out!

I've got nine bullets left.
How 'bout you?

- Let's split up!
- Dad?

I forgot.

I left my ammo in the glove box.
I forgot to load my gun.

Go around back!

Okay. Uh, take this.
I'll run and get it.

No. No, goddamnit, Veronica.
That's... That's suicide.

- I will be quick.
- Cover me!

Okay.

Six.

No. No, no. You stupid shit.

- He's in the car!
- Three.

Hurry, Dad. Hurry!

Over there!

The hell is that?

Head on out, boys!

No one's touchin' her!

Head home!

This is a flagrant waste
of taxpayer dollars.

- I am not a bomber!
- Save it for the cameras.

Hey, Mars. Don't go anywhere.

I'll get a statement from you
and your dad when I'm through with him.

C'mon, let's go. C'mon.

Veronica.

How ya doin'?

Okay.

I'm still pretty jacked up
on adrenaline.

Yeah. I heard.

Learned a lot about Mr. Epner
since yesterday.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

At 18,
he lands in Neptune to go to Hearst,

starts playin' "Assassination"...
Remember that bein' the thing?

Yeah, a bunch of dildo college boys

shooting each other with paint pellets
until only one dildo survives.

Only Penn took the game
a little bit too far.

Always had to be number one
on the kill list.

Shot a classmate
while he was taking an exam.

- Kid lost his eye.
- Damn, Penn.

So he gets kicked out of Hearst,

and at his expulsion hearing
they ask him was it worth it,

you know, gettin' kicked out,
failing all your classes,

taking out a friend's eye.

He answers, "Well, I won, didn't I?"

Spends the last two decades

deliverin' pizzas
and living with his grandmother.

She left him the house after she passed.

Phone records show
he's been talkin' to publicists.

Thinks he's gettin' a book deal.

Hm.

When do you head back?

Tomorrow morning.

Oh, wow. That's fast.

Yeah. Uh,

FBI will send out an interrogator
to work on Penn in the morning.

We still gotta figure out
if this bomb's gonna

go off 36 hours from now.

I'll head back to Virginia
for a couple days, and...

then, you know, on to the next.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have invited myself over
the other day.

That was wrong of me.

Oh, that?
It... didn't even cross my mind.

It's been good seeing you, Leo.

You too, Ms. Mars.

You all right?

Not really.

I screwed up.

My screwed-up brain
almost got us killed.

But it didn't.

I could have gotten you killed.

Dad, I forget shit all the time.

No. Veronica,

no, we're not gonna pretend
that this was a one-off or no big deal.

- Dad...
- I'm sorry, honey.

I'm done.

C-Can you give me a minute here?

I'm just gonna dull my pain
with a fried fruit pie,

and you watching me eat it
is gonna take all the joy out of it.

- You're not done. It was one bad...
- Veronica.

Please.

Hey there, Pony.

Hey.

Hi.

Hey.

Notice any international hot spots
back to room temperature?

That was me.

- You're home.
- Yeah.

Are you okay?

I am now.

You still have that ring?

I do.

Well, look at that.
You already know your lines.

Why now?

I had a moment of clarity.

When I woke up after my Leo sex dream,

all I felt was relief.

Relief that I hadn't done anything
to hurt Logan.

And a few hours later, when I thought,
"I'm going to die tonight,"

the only person I thought about
was Logan.

There's the man of the hour.

Heard the news,
thought it called for a ten-year rye.

You caught the bad guy...

made 250 large doin' it...

and...

it's that little shit Penn Epner.

What's it like up there on cloud nine?

You think I'm on cloud nine?

This case almost got my daughter killed.

Almost got me killed.

If not for your employee Weevil,
we would be dead.

I'm... I'm sorry, what's a Weevil?

Stop.

This game we've been playing is over.

I'm sorry, Keith.

I thought you'd be on top of the world.

You got your guy.

I mean, let's take our happiness
where we find it.

Penn Epner didn't bomb the Sea Sprite.

He didn't bomb Perry Walsh's house,
either.

I'm 99% sure Big Dick
was responsible for the Sea Sprite,

and when we get him on this,
my final case,

I suspect we'll find out
what your involvement, if any, was.

How well do you suppose Big Dick
will stand up to interrogation?

The over-under must be...
three minutes...

before he starts naming names.

Here's to you, Keith.

You're a good man.

Consider me in your corner.

That is...

unless you're goin' against me.

To the good times.

What's up? You got more work for me?

Need you to arrange a meeting.

Gentlemen.

I have a little gift.

I understand you're interested
in finding the scumbag

responsible for bombing the Sea Sprite.

Maybe.

Enjoy.

Set up a trust fund for P. W.'s kid.

Use a Cayman account.
Enough to cover college.

Hey, if you woulda supported the plan
in the first place

it wouldn't have gone off the rails,

and I never would have had to ask
Perry Walsh to do what he does.

Or you could've offered Ross
another million.

He woulda sold you the Sea Sprite.

And those four people
would still be alive.

Yeah, well, that would have been
overpaying, and I never overpay.

We found stacks
of bomb-making materials at your home.

Marcia...

Chief Langdon, asshole.

How many times do I have to tell you?

I am part of a group
that researches unsolved crimes!

What you found was research!

You are not climbing out of this hole.

This is your grave.

So you tell me right now
where that bomb is,

or I will start packing the earth in
so thick over your head,

you will forget the taste of air!

Oh, there he is! I kept your card.

Oh, goody.

Chief Langdon.

Can I speak with my client alone,
please?

She is gonna regret
all this bad cop posturing

when she reads my memoir.

I would keep those and any other
thoughts you have to yourself.

You're gonna get out tomorrow

if they don't have enough
to arrest you with,

and I don't think they do.

Yeah, you know why? I don't bomb people.

If, however,
you do know where that bomb is,

and you don't tell them,

I will run you over in the parking lot
after your acquittal.

Now, how can I help you?

I do have a request, actually.

I have been thinking about it.

Tell Harold that I do want
to be considered for the position.

I look forward to it. Thank you.

All right. Bye now.

And what position is this?

Chief of Police.

Really?! Where?

- Leisureville.
- Jesus H., Keith.

You can't work at a retirement
community. We're contemporaries.

Can I help you with something?

Where's Veronica?

Amalia Maloof requested a visit.

Well, aren't you two popular today.

Are we?

Mm. My new client wants me
to arrange a meeting

between the two of you.

It's bizarre, but let's face it,

the world stopped making sense
when Prince died.

Who's the client?

I deserve this... is all.

I did bad things...

Ignore him.

He's on morphine.

Thank you again for catching the man
who maimed my son.

You should know we don't believe

Penn Epner is responsible
for the first two bombs.

Of course he is.

And at this point, I say good enough.

Dr. Harriet Lowe to Physical Therapy.

- How's we doing, Mrs. Maloof?
- He's stable.

His ratings are up 26%.

The shooting plays

as a racially motivated
political assassination attempt.

His minimum wage and assault weapon
votes play to the moderates.

The Senate is his if he wants it.

He wants it.

Sorry.

Uh, can you make this out
to Mars Investigations

rather than Mars Detectives?

Son of a bitch.

♪ You can get anything you want ♪

♪ Know what I'm sayin'? ♪

♪ You want that over there?
You want that over there? ♪

♪ I got you ♪

♪ I was up late night ballin'... ♪

Ingrate little shit.

♪ I was up late night ballin' ♪

♪ Countin' up hundreds by the thousand ♪

♪ I was up late night ballin' ♪

♪ Countin' up hundreds by the thousand ♪

♪ I was up late night ballin' ♪

♪ Countin' up hundreds by the thousand ♪

♪ I was up late night ballin' ♪

♪ So far from my past misfortune ♪

♪ No sleepin', late nights no eatin' ♪

- _
- ♪ Gun squeezin', I'm a real Artesian ♪

♪ Ramona, I was round that corner ♪

♪ Still down, I'm a Norf Norf soldier ♪

Asshole!

Why does he want to see us?

He'll explain it to you.

Uh, because we're awesome,

and he wants to give up
where he planted the bomb

to the crime-fighting duo
brilliant enough to catch him.

What's up with you?

The smiling. The warmth? I don't get it.

All in due time.

Keith, Veronica,
thank you guys for coming.

What do you want?

Well, isn't it obvious?

I wanna hire you two
to prove my innocence!

Penn. You're here because of us.

- And I forgive you.
- No.

Wait, wait, wait! Guys, guys!

I am not the bomber.

And it doesn't matter how this
accusation makes me feel personally,

the fact is,
there's still a bomb out there

set to go off in 24 hours.

And when it does,
and more innocent people get killed,

you're gonna wish
you had listened to me.