All language subtitles for Veronica Mars S01E01 Pilot (1080p x265 10bit Joy)

This is my school.

If you go here,
your parents are either millionaires

or your parents work
for millionaires.

Neptune, California.
A town without a middle class.

If you're in the second
group, you get a job:

fast food, movie
theaters, mini-marts.

Or you could be me.

My after-school job means
tailing philandering spouses

or investigating
false injury claims.

Who'd that guy rat out?

The bikers.

Why doesn't somebody
cut him down?

Yeah, I'll do it.
I wanna be the guy up there tomorrow.

Say cheese. Smile.

Move.

Who died and made
you the queen--

You are a freak.

You're new here, huh?

Welcome to Neptune High.

Go Pirates!

This is advanced placement.
We expect more.

It's called "An Essay on Man",

but what Pope's really
talking about is faith, right?

Anybody?

Did anybody complete
the reading?

Veronica?

Veronica Mars!

Congratulations.
You're my volunteer.

Pope.
"An Essay on Man." Epistle one.

"Hope springs eternal
in the human breast.

"Man never is,
but always to be blessed.

"The soul, uneasy and confined from home
rests and expatiates in a life to come."

And what do you suppose
Pope meant by that?

Life's a bitch until you die.

Thank you, Ms. Mars, for that succint
and somewhat inappropriate response.

I think what Pope's saying is the thing that
keeps us powering through life's defeats

is our faith in a
better life yet to come.

Random locker searches.

It's the latest tactic the administration
has adopted in their losing war on drugs.

Except the searches
aren't really random.

I know when they're going to happen
before Vice Principal Clemmons does.

Veronica Mars.
This should be good.

Veronica,
will you please open your locker?

Buster.

Wow.

This is a little embarrassing.

I used to sit there,
at that table.

It's not like my family met the
minimum net worth requirement.

My dad didn't own his own
airline like John Enbaum's

or serve as ambassador to
Belgium like Shelly Pomroy's.

But my Dad used to be the sheriff
and that had a certain cache.

Let's be honest, though.

The only reason I was allowed past
the velvet ropes was Duncan Kane,

son of software
billionaire Jake Kane.

He used to be my boyfriend.

Then one day, with no warning,

he ended things.

And let's not forget
Logan Echolls.

His dad makes twenty
million a picture.

You probably own
his action figure.

Every school has an
obligatory psychotic jackass.

He's ours.

You okay?

What?

You look, I don't
know, hypnotized.

Did I say you could sit here?

Wait a minute.

Of course you can sit here.
Sit wherever you want.

That was cool. What you did,
cutting me off of that pole.

- Well--
- My bitch!

Weren't you supposed to
wait for me at the flagpole?

Not sure I could've
made that any clearer.

Okay. I get it.

Very funny.
I guess, we're even now.

You get what, boy?

You get that you're a dead man
walking, is that what you get?

Leave him alone.

Sista!

The only time I care what
a woman has to say is

when she's riding
my big ole hog,

and even then it's not so much words,
it's just ooh's and aah's, you know?

- So it's big, huh?
- Legendary.

Well, let's see it. I mean, if it's as
big as you say, I'll be your girlfriend...

We could go to prom together!
What?

What seems to be the problem?
I'm on a schedule, here, Vato.

Dude, Weevil! Don't let
Blondie talk to you like that!

Sounds like your buddy
here wants to see it, too.

Oh, hell, I'll show you mine!

Felix Coumbs! What on God's
green Earth is going on here?

Alright, gentlemen, move along.

Veronica,
why does trouble follow you around?

So, what'd you do?

What?

Why are you a dead man walking?

Oh, yeah.

I work at the Sac and Pac.

Last night I was working by myself
and a couple of those guys came in.

They just walked right
to the back of the store

and start stuffing all these
forties into their pockets.

So I hit the silent alarm.

Wallace.

I guess the dude thought a one
dollar bill would cover it.

Keep the change.

That's when the police came.

We don't have police here,
we have a sheriff's department.

You. Come on.

What's up, snitch?

Come here!

They say they paid.

- Well, did they?
- Yeah.

Like I said.

Shut up.

But you pressed
the alarm anyway?

It was an accident.

Jacks, get 'em out of here.
Get 'em out of here, we've got enough.

You need to go see the Wizard.

Ask him for some guts.

- Go see the Wizard? He said that?
- Yeah.

Congratulations, sport.
In your short time here,

you've already managed to piss off a
motorcycle gang and the local sheriff.

Hey, baby.

That's our song.

Happy birthday, Veronica!
Are you surprised? Veronica?

Mom?

Veronica, it's me.
Honey, can you give me a hand.

Hey...who's a big boy?

Good boy!

I was shocked to discover Celeste Kane's
car outside Dad's office. Duncan's mom.

She hates me almost as
much as she adores her son.

Veronica Mars.

My dad's with a client.

Apparently. That's okay,
I'm happy out here chatting with you.

Like I said,
my Dad's with a client.

I heard you. But your dad's out tracking
bail jumpers half the time and yet,

somehow, all the cases that come in
here still get handled. How is that?

- We're efficient.
- Very efficient.

Hmm, look, I'm just going to leave
this file here, open, on your desk

and if you decide to
take a look at it, cool.

One of my clients, Loretta Cancun,
dances at The Seventh Veil.

- Classy.
- These are my people, V.

She was busted for vandalism,
taking a baseball bat

to the washing machine that stole
her quarters at Suds and Duds.

- And Johnny Cochran was booked?
- I make no apologies.

I like this case. It's...tawdry.

Ms. Cancun says The Seventh
Veil has an interesting way

of keeping their liquor license
despite their rather lax I.D. policy.

She wants to make a deal.

If your dad has time,
he should look into it.

Don't get the wrong idea, Mr. Mars.
I don't like you.

I hate the fact that I'm here but
I do know if anyone will be dogged

and resourceful in this
matter, it'll be you.

Don't call me at home.
I'll call you.

And I'll need it right away.

Hi.

Sure, she's a bitch,
but can you blame her?

After all, Dad did try to send
her husband to jail for life.

How was school?

If you think we're going to talk about
my school day and not the fact that

Celeste Kane was in your office
ten minutes ago, you're deluded.

You're making good grades?

Kane's got something on the
side, doesn't he?

You know, say what you
want about real cheese.

I am a fan of the orange
powdered packet stuff.

My grades are fine and I
like the orange powder, too.

Now can we please talk
about Mrs. Kane?

Yes, she thinks
he's seeing someone.

Late nights, motel
matches, the usual.

Sexual appetite?

- It's gone.
- Did you take the case?

Well, we need the
money, Veronica.

Good. I would've been
pissed if you hadn't.

Well, I wouldn't have
cared if you were.

Gimme some of that apple.

- Ah, don't--
- Mars Investigations?

Mmm hmm, just a sec.

Keith Mars.

How long ago?

What's he driving?

I got the 7:30 out of San Diego and I'll
meet you by the thing by the fountain.

Good work, thanks.

That guy's on the move.
Andy picked him up in El Paso.

Another day, he'll probably drive
across the border so I gotta head out.

You go. I'll have a flight booked
by the time you get to the airport.

Do you want a
rental car in Texas?

Yeah, nothing fancy this time, Veronica.
Seriously.

A Blazer is not fancy and
we can bill it anyway.

Fine, I'll get you a Crown Vic.
Once a cop...

Don't do anything on the Kane case.
I'll handle it.

Okay.

- Given our relationship with that family--
- Fine, I said okay!

Okay. If all goes well,
I'll be back tomorrow night.

If not, the night after.

I'll call and I'll check in.

You always do.

And Veronica?

Yes?

When you go after Jake
Kane, you take backup.

I always do.

By the time Dad's plane
landed in El Paso,

I'd already picked up Jake Kane at his
house and followed him to his office.

Streaming video was invented and
perfected here at Kane software.

The day the company went public,
Jake Kane made a billion dollars.

Everyone who worked
for him in fact,

right down the secretarial
pool became millionaires.

He's beloved here.

Half the people in this town
owe their fortunes to him.

And I knew the family well.

Jake's son, Duncan,
was my first and only love.

His daughter Lilly
was my best friend.

God, Lilly,
I see the Prozac's working.

High on life, Veronica Mars.

I've got a secret.

A good one.

Girls! Less talk, more scrub.

Later...

Those were the last words
Lilly and I ever shared.

Later that night as I was driving
home from picking up dinner with Dad,

a call came in over the radio.

All the dispatcher said was that there
was a disturbance at the Kane estate.

Dad gave me specific
instructions to stay in the car,

but the moment that I saw Duncan, I knew
that this was more than a disturbance.

What happened?

Duncan, what happened?

Where's Lilly?

But everyone knows this story.
The murder of Lilly Kane.

It was on the cover of People Magazine.
It made Entertainment Tonight.

The town flooded
with journalists.

Duncan, talk to me, please.

And of course, everyone remembers
reading about the bungling local sheriff,

the one who went
after the wrong man.

That bungling
sheriff was my dad.

But if my Dad wasn't right
about Jake Kane, then,

it looks like Mrs.
Kane is right about him now.

Not a lot of high-powered
business meetings

taking place at the Camelot
at one in the morning.

They say the divorce rate is twice
as high for parents who lose a child.

Lose a child.

Now there's a euphemism for you.

That hardly takes into
account the way she was found.

What? You guys find a
way to unlock the porn?

It's the Lilly Kane video.
How do you think that family feels?

Six weeks after
Lilly Kane's death,

someone from the Sheriff's Department
leaked the crime scene video.

Within twenty-four hours,
it was all over the net.

Streaming video
made it possible.

Someone made a fortune
while Dad took the blame.

So, does your uh, does your dad still
think that Lilly's father did this?

That's my girlfriend.

Your friend.

Duncan's sister.

Your dad is destroying
the Kane family.

What's the matter with you
people, huh?

What's the matter with you?

He did it, Lianne.
The man is a liar...

My Dad's belief that Jake Kane was
the murderer became a moot point.

An emergency recall election
removed him from office.

Mom wanted to move
out of Neptune.

The loss of status,
the loss of income was too much for her.

We were going to move, alright,
we couldn't afford our house.

But Dad wasn't going
to be run out of town.

And neither was I.

Dad, come here!

Hey, I'm sorry, honey.

Me and your mom,
we're going to work this out.

Look.

...Abel Koontz, a disgruntled
former Kane software employee.

Koontz, a software designer,
was fired during the development stage

of Kane Software's
streaming video project.

Shoes and a backpack
belonging to the deceased

were discovered on Koontz's
houseboat by Sheriff Don Lamb--

Well. This can't be good.

Car trouble, miss?

Yeah, as a matter of fact.
I think it might be a loose belt,

but if you wouldn't mind
checking under the hood.

Hey Weevil, who gets the first--

Get him off me! Get him off me!

Call of your dog!

Backup, chill.

I'll tell you what.
We'll call it a draw.

Lady, come on.
It's too late for that.

Here's the deal.
Leave that kid at school alone for a week

and I'll make sure
your boys walk.

Why you care so much for
that skinny negro, anyway?

Things I heard about you,
you must really lay the pipe right, huh?

Yeah, that's it.

Alright, alright, alright, Felix.
We get it, you're a badass, okay?

- But for once, don't be stupid!
- Not bad advice.

Alright. One week.

After that, we come for you, your
boy, and your little dog, too.

Backup, be cool.

You get lonely out
here, remember,

Weevil love you long time.

Quite a reputation I've
got, huh?

You wanna know how
I lost my virginity?

So do I.

I went to a party at Shelly
Palmroy's just to show everyone

their whispers and
backstabbing didn't affect me.

It was a mistake.

I don't know who handed me the drink.
I wish I did.

It turns out it was your basic
rum, coke, and roofie.

I never told my dad.

I'm not sure what he would have
done with that information,

but no good would
have come of it.

And what does it matter?

I'm no longer that girl.

Alright, Lady, let's see ya.

Hey, Ronnie.

We've decided that we'd rather surf
than study today. You wanna come with?

Duncan will promise to take his shirt
off, does that sweeten the pot?

Does it make you horny?

- Hey, DK, flex for your ex.
- Shut up, Logan!

Alright, alright.

Hey, hey, hey.

What do say to a little
hooch, huh?

What's the matter,
aren't you your mother's daughter?

Now there was a woman
who could drink.

Hey, what's she up to
nowadays, maybe she'll join us.

You know where she is? Any clue?

- Leave her alone, man.
- Ooh, chill pill, man.

Aw, she used to be fun, man.

It's been eight months
since I've seen my mother.

A month after Dad lost his
job, Mom split for good.

All she left me was
a unicorn music box

and a note saying she would
be back for me someday.

Girl.

You should hear what
people say about you.

So then what are you
doing sitting here?

You sat next to me!

- This is my table.
- And what a fine table it is.

What do you suppose
this is made of? Oak?

Look, if people are
saying such awful things--

Well, I figure I gotta choice.

I can either go hang out with
the punks who laughed at me,

took pictures of me while I
was taped to that flagpole.

Or I can hang out with
the chick who cut me down.

So, you wanna get the PCH
Bike Club off your ass?

This is so twisted. I love it.

Well can you do it,
'cause we need it fast.

Oh, hell yeah! For you, anything.
I'll even throw in the glazing gratis.

Go to town. Thanks, Corny.

Oh, my god.

While Corny did his thing, I downloaded
the pictures from the Camelot.

Every girl's gotta have a hobby.
Photography's mine.

And?

Who's your daddy?

Ugh.
I hate it when you say that.

You know what, this is important.
You remember this: I used to be cool!

- When?
- '77.

Trans-Am. Blue Oyster
Cult on the eight-track.

A foxy stacked blonde riding shotgun.
Racing for pink slips.

Oh, wait a minute.
I'm thinking of a Springsteen song.

Scratch everything.
I was never cool.

I don't know which bothers
me more: foxy or stacked.

I nailed our bail jumper one
hundred yards from Mexico.

2,500 bucks.
No sack dinners tonight.

Tonight, we eat like the lower middle
class to which we aspire. Fire up the bati.

For real, steaks?

So Jake Kane went to the Camelot last
night and hooked up with some hussy.

Didn't I say something about you
not getting involved in that?

I remember you saying
something about taking Backup.

You get pictures?

No money shot. The woman in
question never stepped foot outside,

but I did get pictures of license plates.
I figured you could run them.

Let me see 'em.

You stay away from Jake Kane.

I don't want you doing
anything else on this case.

We're gonna drop it anyway.
I'm gonna let his wife know.

What? We're dropping the case?
Why? What's wrong?

Who is it?

Why don't you just tell me?

Veronica, no! It's done. It's over with.
You just stay away from him.

I had another case
to occupy my brain:

Loretta Cancun says the Seventh
Veil has an interesting way

of keeping their liquor license.

This was phase one of
my plan to save Wallace.

Phase two would
begin the next day.

Let's go!

Hey, Flo-Jo, slow your ass down.

There you go.

Well, what's this, Logan?

This would appear to be a device
they use to smoke marijuana.

That's exactly
what it looks like.

Let's go to the office.

This was you?

Listen, I know it was you!
This isn't over, okay.

Hey.

You're so cute.
Listen, I'll get you for this. I will!

Solid!

You're right. That was funny.

Meet me at my car after school.
Let's see if you've done your part.

After school, I drove Wallace
to the Sherrif's Department.

This was phase three.

You know, we could get in
a lot of trouble for this.

- Give it here.
- Wait.

I'm gonna do it. Just thought one
of us should state the obvious.

I wonder if it worked.

A fire!

It worked.

Hey Adam.
Hey Eddie, is the Chief around?

Well, if it isn't
Smoky the Barely Legal.

I saw you in action today,
Phil, you were very brave.

Did you make the switch?

Fait accompli.

Thank you.

Plenty of people in this town still
love Dad. That comes in handy sometimes.

Other times,
you rely on your own devices.

San Juan Capistrano P.D.

Tony, it's Inga. Ah, guess what,
our computers is down again.

Inga. Upgrade already,
this must be the tenth time.

You preach to the choir, Tony.
Listen, we had a hit and run last night.

Victim got the plates,
but we need someone to run them.

No problem. Hit me.

Ah, Arizona. Four - Victor
- Golf - Zero - Zero - Zero

Well, I'll be damned.
Some families.

What is it?

That car is registered
to one Lianne Mars.

Bored.

Wanna call it a day,
maybe catch a movie or something?

Explain to me again why
we're dropping the Kane case.

Look.

I...I did run those plates and...
it's what I thought.

Corporate espionage stuff.

And it's dangerous, you know.

We don't get paid enough, so...

Let's just drop it, okay?

Okay.

- Movie?
- Can't.

Well maybe we can rent something.
What are you in the mood--

Veronica! Ah, little Veronica, how are you?
How's your father?

- Fine, Inga, we're both fine.
- I haven't seen you since...

- Since...
- Been a while.

Can you tell me where the
Cortez/Winn prelim is?

- Courtroom three.
- Thanks.

The last time I was here?

Come on, Inga.

That's easy.

Veronica! What happened to you?

I need to report a crime.

Is there anyone in particular
you'd like me to arrest?

Or should I just round up the sons of
the most important families in town?

I've got not a shred of
evidence to work with here,

but that doesn't really matter
to your family, does it?

Oh, look at this.

She cries.

I'll tell you what, Veronica Mars.
Why don't you go see the Wizard?

Ask him for a little backbone.

When we find them, they've still got
twenty bottles stuffed in their pockets.

They say they bought the beers,
but we've got it all on tape, so...

- Your honor, can we show the tape?
- Let's see it.

Alright, what you're gonna see here
are the two defendants over there.

They enter and--

What are we seeing
here, Sheriff?

Uh, Your Honor, I've--

Sheriff Lamb,
is this one of your officers?

Is this how you run
your department?

Ah, Your Honor,
is this an appropriate time

to ask for a dismissal in People vs.
Loretta Cancun?

Got a present for you.

I owe you, big time.

I had my own reasons for doing
it, trust me.

Oh, no, you don't.

You really think I'm gonna
let you get away with that?

That might play with the masses.

But underneath that
angry young woman shell,

there's a slightly
less angry young woman

who's just dying to
bake me something.

You're a marshmallow,
Veronica Mars.

A twinkie.

Okay,
how do I make it loop de loop?

Uh, Veronica.

Yeah?

Your car.

Hey. Veronica Mars.

Do you know what your
little joke cost me?

Well, I'm pretty sure you won't
be getting your bong back.

Wrong answer.

Would you care to guess again?

Clearly, your sense of humor.

Nope. You're usually
so good at pop quizzes.

No, the correct answer
is, my car.

That's right,
my Daddy took my T-Bird away.

And you know what
I won't be having?

Fun, fun, fun.

Uh, Logan?

What do we have here?

Vandalism? No, no, no.

The only vandalism that happens
in this town goes through me.

Listen, man,
I don't have a problem with you.

That's where you're wrong.

Hey, yo!
Is this O-Town any good?

I mean, my little sister likes 'em,
but she likes ponies and juice boxes, too.

I suddenly feel like I'm in
a scene from The Outsiders.

Be cool, Sodapop.

Hey, that's not his car,
that's my mom's car.

She can bill me.

That's it. Head for the hills.

I'm not gonna say it twice.

Except for you.

You, say you're sorry.

Rub a lamp.

I said, say you're sorry.

Kiss my ass.

- Now.
- Let him go.

Are you sure?
I could do this for a while.

I don't want his apology.

So that surveillance tape
just, poof?

That's fortunate.

My uncle has a body
shop on the highway.

If you come in, you know,

I could make sure your body
gets the full service treatment.

Okay, now you apologize.

- I'm sorry, was that too dirty? 'Cause--
- Not to me, dork. To him.

- Right. No.
- Fine.

He has the only copy of
the Sac and Pac video.

Wallace, let's go decide
what to do with it.

Okay, okay, wait, wait, wait. Look. I'm
sorry, man, for taping you to the flagpole.

Alright.

Can I have the tape back now?

Nope.

This morning when I woke up, I had one
person in the world that I could count on.

But if there's something I've
learned in this business,

the people you
love let you down.

Dad doesn't think I know where he
keeps the combination to the safe.

He's wrong.

Of course,
I've never needed to use it.

Oh, my God.
The Lilly Kane murder file.

What's Dad been up to?

Some of these notes are
less than a month old.

The confessed killer is
already on death row,

but Dad still hasn't
given up on the case.

My surveillance photo from the Camelot?
Why is it in the Lilly Kane file?

What was Mom doing there, and what
business did she have with Jake Kane?

And the million dollar question:

Why did Dad lie to me?

What are you doing back here?
I saw the light.

I forgot a few of my books.

So up and at 'em, Adam Ant.
Come on, it's Family Fun Night.

I called out to Mama Leone's.
I rented the South Park movie.

My favorite.

Hey...who's your daddy?

You are.

I have to make a stop,
so I'll meet you at home?

Okay. Hurry up.

I worry about you.

Yeah, you do.

Okay, he lied to me,
but I've gotta believe he has his reasons.

He's probably trying
to protect me.

That's what dads do.

Still, I've got too many questions
swirling around in my head

to wait until he's
willing to share.

These questions need answers.

That's what I do.

Okay, it's a long shot,
but I can't help myself.

I used to think I knew what tore our
family apart. Now I'm sure I don't.

But I promise this:

I will find out what
really happened,

and I will bring this
family back together again.

I'm sorry, is that mushy?

Well, you know what they say.

Veronica Mars,
she's a marshmallow.