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Previously onVeronica 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
forus.

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 beforethe 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... whatis 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 "RIP"
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--

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'rethe 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 isa 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 listeningto 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 consider
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.Mm-hm.

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 his case.

These nails--

Where is it?

Where's what?

Personal space! Personal space!

A milkshake,
a Lumberjack Timber-gur,

andwaffle 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
wasPenn.

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.

♪ What do you want from me? ♪

♪ Why don't you run from me?♪

♪ What are you wondering? ♪

♪ What do you know? ♪

♪ Come here ♪

♪ Say it, spit it out ♪

♪ 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't cha 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.

NowMarcia 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 woulddo.

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 shmo

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 reallywanna
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.

...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, allday--
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, butshe'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'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'rethe 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?

Hmm.

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 wouldbe 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

hen 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 ♪

♪ 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 mefeel 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.