All language subtitles for Veronica.Mars.s04e01

I spent
my first 19 years

trying to escape
my hometown of Neptune.

Made it out,
then after a decade away,

decided Neptune needed me,

and I needed it.

I was wrong on both counts.

Neptune didn't need
another private investigator...

it needed an enema.

I'll start at the beginning of
the end:

the Maloof case.

The Mad Bomber of Neptune.

The first explosion killed four
people at the Sea Sprite Motel,

two days into the month-long bacchanalia
that is Neptune spring break.

If Neptune was the unofficial
West Coast capital of spring break,

then the Sea Sprite
was its national monument.

Kids came to Neptune to get
loose, get lit, and get laid.

♪ I've been counting
matchsticks ♪

♪ From the boxes ♪

♪ The seconds in reverse
on the clock, just a-waiting ♪

♪ For you to tell me
it's time ♪

Me, I was just trying
to pay the rent.

♪ I've been keeping my head
well trained ♪

Well, shit.

♪ Just once I wanna hear
that something is mine ♪

♪ Whoa, tell me it's time,
time, time ♪

♪ Tell me it's time,
time ♪

♪ Yeah! Hey! ♪

God hates me.

♪ Lost and found you know
I'll be right here ♪

- Karsyn.
- ♪ And I can feel it's drawing near ♪

♪ Just waiting for you ♪

Veronica?

You got a watch dog.

That's cool.
What's his name?

Dahmer.

Dahmer likes his Snausages,
doesn't he?

Yes, he does!

Yes, he does!
Dahmer likes Snausages!

He needs some training.

Here it is.

That's why my gate
isn't working?

That's right.
Your house doesn't hate you.

Your ex-husband,
on the other hand...

Oh, I knew it.
That cock waffle.

Your house is very smart.

With all the Echos,
your Nest thermostats,

your Hue bulbs,
Lutron dimmers,

Sonos music system...

Okay, can I help you find
something, or...

Nah, I found it.

What are you doing?

Oh!

This is how your ex
was getting in.

He set up the router,

he knew all the passwords.

That's why your heater
would crank up to 90 degrees

when you were trying to sleep.

It's why your deceased mom's
favorite song

would wake you up
at three in the morning,

and it's why you would
lose internet access

right when
you needed to work.

Oh, that...
vindictive sack of shit.

Wait, how would he know exactly
when I would started working?

Camera.

It also explains
why your gentleman callers

were having their cars keyed
and their tires slashed.

Oh!

Another camera?

Oh, guess not.

I should call the cops.
Just turn him in.

This sort of harassment
is nearly impossible to prove.

Oh. I want...
I wanna "garrit" him.

You know what,
I want to "garrit" him,

I want to stab him
in the face,

and I wanna cut off that dick

he's just so proud of.

Think it's garrote.

- What?
- Not "garrit."

"Gar-oat," also acceptable.

Okay, well,
my point is that...

No! Not... ohh.

Another camera.

Oh, that asshole.
Ha-ha.

He gave me that.
Just out of the blue, as a gift.

Because he said he loved me.

You know I gave him head
that night in the shower?

Okay, so you're saying
there's nothing I can do?

I didn't say that.

I never say that.

♪ 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 ♪

That's his house.
Wait, how did you...

He received a flower delivery
from his main office

"in recognition of his
strong quarterly sales."

Well, good for him.

Not really.
I sent the flowers.

And in each
of the flower pots I included...

two of these bad boys pointing
in opposite directions.

That, and a couple of
microphones.

There he is.

There he is
with his child bride.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, they're gonna do it

on our Himalayan
gold marble kitchen island.

We'll see about that.

What the...

Oh, tell me
we're recording this.

"We're recording this"
is my middle name.

Ohh.

Just wait for it.

Whoo!

Okay, that's the part
I don't want to see.

It ain't gonna happen. Here.

What is...

And now he knows.
You own him.

I just need final payment,
and I can download the apps

and passwords onto your phone.

Look, I... I know that
this isn't healthy,

it's just that this divorce
got so ugly.

He only wanted

to pay me 90K a month.

I'm like, "Uh, no, thanks.
I know what ya make."

How much is it for you again?

Uh, six grand.

Wasn't it 300 a day?

An hour.

Mm.

What... What is that?
I thought you fixed everything.

Right. Um, it's just a smoke
detector with a dead battery.

Here, um...
this should do the trick.

Okay, can you install it?
That's not really my thing.

Thank you so much
for coming down, Mr. Mars.

I'm not sure how much
help I can be, Mr. Hu.

The message referenced a rat problem,
and that's not my area of expertise.

People generally call an
exterminator.

Oh, I've called exterminators.
Three so far.

They find no nests, no rat
droppings,

their traps catch no rats.

You sure you have a rat
problem?

Holy cuss!

A rat caused that?
Was it a 70-pounder?

"Holy cuss"?

Yeah, sorry.

My daughter and I have a bet

who can go the longest
without dropping an F-bomb.

I didn't think
she could go 20 minutes,

and that was
three months ago.

Well that...

"cussing" rat
was a big one.

And this sort of thing happens
every three or four days.

Customer picks up a cabbage
or a box of cereal,

and a rat pops out.

Then customers run around like
they've seen the chupacabra.

Have you thought about
calling an exterminator?

I mean, just in case?

I told you, Mr. Mars.

I spoke to several
exterminators.

Right.

Sorry. Uh, brain freeze.

Have you checked footage
from your other cameras?

Maybe it's someone
releasing them as a prank

or to hurt your business.

This is my only camera.
It's to stop shoplifters.

There's no money
for improvements.

No, truthfully...

I'm not sure if
I can afford you.

I'm sure we'll be able
to work something out.

My store is
the only place in Neptune

where my customers
can afford to buy groceries.

But word is getting around
about our rat problem.

Of course, if those NUTTs get
their way,

I'll probably
have to fold tent anyway.

Hmm. Which nuts are those?

Is that the sweet sound
of victory I hear?

The spoils of war.

Who else is gonna
keep paying for those safaris

where you and your big-shot friends hunt
the most dangerous game of all.

The homeless.

It's not so much
the safari that gets ya,

it's the private jet
to Billionaire Island.

What exactly did you do
for that lady?

Feminist stuff.

We got mad,
we got even.

- Some scissoring.
- All right.

How'd you make this much?

Celebrate with me!

How I made that is between
me and my maker.

I'm your maker.

You are really not making
my office drop-by

everything I was
envisioning.

Oh, and what were
you envisioning?

Well, a balloon drop,
for starters...

maybe an "attagirl."

Oh, no.

You're feelin' emasculated,
is that it?

- Honey...
- Yeah?

If feeling emasculated by my daughter
was gonna dampen my spirits,

you woulda found me out in
the garage a long time ago,

Cheap Trick in the tape deck,
tube in the tailpipe.

- What's a tape deck?
- I hate you.

Hey, do you mind stopping by
Hu's Reduced tomorrow

and setting up cameras?

You took the rat job?

Yeah, it's probably just an aggrieved
former employee releasing the rats.

Hu, huh?

Any chance Hu done it?

I'm not gonna
play that game with you.

What the cuss!
You're no cussing fun.

I'm gonna Irish-exit this
wingding.

Tell the host it was lame AF.

Why are you
sounding like that?

My millennial speak?

Just gettin' into the spring
break spirit.

At my place, we have already hung
our beer goggles over the fireplace,

boofed the traditional
Spring Break Kamikaze,

and watched Revenge of the
Nerds II: Nerds in Paradise.

- Logan back?
- No. Just me and Pony.

Logan's in Somalia.

Maybe... Burundi?

Aleppo.

Chernobyl? I don't know.

Do you expect sympathy from
a man who couldn't stop

his teenage daughter from
poking around murder cases?

Hey...

you wanna go see
a bunch of NUTTs

try to destroy
Neptune tonight?

Intrigued.
Which nuts?

Neptune United
for a Tidy Town.

Its members
self-identify as NUTTs.

They're trying to jam through
a bunch of beautification ordinances

at tonight's City Council.

Ooh, God, no. But you...
you should go.

Break stuff, old man.
The struggle is real.

Hashtag JOMO.

Pics or it didn't happen!

- Bye, Felicia!
- Oh.

Hi, Pony. Hi, bud.

How ya doin'?
Do you need to pee?

Yeah, you better.

'Cause if you don't need to pee,
that means... you peed in...

Daddy's home?

Hey! Hi!

What's up?!

Whoo!

Ooh, I do not mind if I do.

Bitch, get in line.

- What, that guy?
- Yeah.

- Blue trunks?
- Hmm. I've seen better.

Though he does look strong.

Like, really strong.

Hey, Blue Trunks!

I'm thinking he might be dumb.

You don't get lats like that
from reading.

As me how many shits
I give about his brain.

How many shits do you give
about his brain?

- None.
- Then why bother having me ask you?

Hey there.

How much do you bench?

Three-fifteen?

Good. So...

my refrigerator is broken or something,
and it just so happens my neighbor

from a few blocks away put a
perfectly good one curbside.

I'm assuming it works.

Feel like carrying it
into my apartment for me?

What's in it for me?

Hand job?

With eye contact?

Fine, if you hang
two other shelving units

and carry my
old refrigerator back down.

- What floor are you on?
- Third.

- Full-on sex.
- Sold.

But I come first,
no back door,

and I'll need
a ride to work after.

How far away do you work?

Are you gonna keep talking this much?
'Cause we could forget the whole thing.

Let's go.

Hey, uh, I don't need
to move anything,

and I live
on the first floor.

- Lisa.
- What?

That sounds like
a much better deal.

What did I tell you
about talking?

I'm gonna cuss your brains out.

♪ Waking life ♪

♪ It grew from the shadow ♪

♪ Brace yourself ♪

♪ To the morning low ♪

Oh!

♪ Night is gone, long way... ♪

- We oughta get a bigger couch.
- Yeah.

♪ You've waited long enough to
know ♪

♪ When the memory ♪

♪ Leaves you ♪

♪ Somewhere you can't
make it home ♪

♪ When the morning
comes to meet you ♪

- Oh, I need the...
- You need... Yeah.

No. No.

I don't suppose
you wanna tell me

how you got that giant bruise
on your shoulder, do you?

What bruise?

Oh, this bruise.

I fell off a motorcycle.

Flew over the hood of a car.
I tucked and rolled.

Yeah, I saw that
Mission: Impossible too.

Eh, I tried.

Have you considered
that maybe my life

just is really Mission:
Impossible-esque?

Consider it?
I assume it.

There's sand in your bag!

I knew you were
in the Middle East.

Or, I hate to bring up
Occam's Razor here, but...

maybe I set my bag down on the beach
20 feet outside your front door.

No, this feels
like Kuwaiti sand.

You really shouldn't be digging through
the bag of a naval Intelligence officer.

That's what you
say you are.

I'm still thinking you're
an international playboy

breaking hearts
in exotic lands.

Sounds like
you should lock me down.

Be careful. Some girls might
think you're proposing marriage.

Or, in words you can understand,
an Echolls Ultimatum.

No, you had it the first time:
marriage.

I just forgot
what it was called.

Let's get married!

Yep.

Okay, weirdo,
let's get married.

I'm serious.

If you were serious, you'd be
in the same room as your intended.

And there'd be a ring involved...
or so I'm told.

How many pockets
have you searched?

The pocket on the right.

WTC, dude.

Hey.

I think it goes
something like this.

Veronica...

- Veronica...
- Stop. Stop. Don't.

Don't. Please.

We're not getting married.

- I thought we were on the same page about that.
- Yeah.

Look at my parents.
Look at your parents.

And every day I go to work,
and I watch married people

destroy each other. So, um...

- No.
- Veronica, I...

I need to go, um, meet my dad
at the City Council meeting.

I promised him
that I would, and...

'cause big stuff's happening and
it could affect the business.

All right, I gotta go.

You know what
this is?

That's a used condom.

This morning I was taking a walk on
one of Neptune's beautiful public beaches,

and there it was.

Bullshit, you were takin'
a walk on a public beach.

As a boy growing up
in Neptune, this was paradise.

But for the past 20 years
we've been in decline.

And that's what
Neptune United for a Tidy Town

is all about: returning Neptune
to its former glory.

You know, my stint
in the big house

taught me a number
of important life lessons.

First, don't assume they'll send you
to one of those country club prisons.

But second,

beauty matters.

It lifts our spirits,
it gives us pride.

Makes us better citizens.

These ordinances are the nudge we need
to get back to a better time.

Thank you.

No to NUTT.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Given the number
of interested parties

who have signed up
to speak tonight,

we might run
a few minutes long.

How the hell did we let a
crooked real estate tycoon

come in here and seduce us
into longing for a bygone era?

An era that never existed.

Twenty years ago they were dumping
waste water from the nuclear plant

a hundred yards
from the public beach.

That's why you never
got any taller.

I thought you weren't coming.

I need
to get out of my apartment.

- Logan's back.
- Logan's back?

And he asked me to marry him.

What an asshole.

I'm guessing you haven't
picked a date yet.

Okay, up next,

local nightclub owner
Nicole Malloy.

Ms. Malloy, you have three
minutes.

Two and a half
more than I'll need.

Best Hurricane I ever had
was at Comrade Quacks.

Thank you, Mayor Dobbins.

Well, this is quite
the bonanza of edicts

big Dick and his NUTTs
have thrown together.

Guess Chino gave you
lots of brainstorming time.

- Yep.
- Hmm.

Here's one that stood out to me.
"No vulgar advertising."

Any business in particular
you had in mind?

- Comrade Quacks?
- No.

Okay. Well, I'll probably sell
20,000 T-shirts in the next four weeks.

I clear ten bucks a unit,
that's 200 grand,

which is about my entire
profit margin last year.

So...

Dick...

does the shirt pass muster?

- That's up to the beautification committee.
- Good...

Good, cause I thought for a
moment that a rich man

wanting to get richer was trying
to drive me out of business.

That's all.

Who is she?

Hey, what's the goddamn holdup?
We want to get our ducks wet!

Ten shots of Jäger.

You got it.

Look, guys, it's a numbers game.
That's all it is.

Craig, you said that we had a 1% chance
of leaving with one of these girls?

I agree. We have a 1% chance...

times the number of girls
that we talk to.

And that is why, my friend,
we are going to play the Rejection Game.

- Rejection Game, that sounds...
- Rejection-heavy.

Yeah, it is.
But that's the beauty of it.

So much rejection
that you grow numb to it.

I was numb by ninth grade.

How do we play?

Gabriel, that's the spirit!

We ask girls to dance with us,

and whoever collects
the most rejections, wins.

I'm in!

- We gotta get out of the Sea Sprite.
- Shots, everyone!

Down the hatch!

Spring break! Whoo!

I can't believe my mom
screwed us over on the house.

It's because of me, isn't it?

Of course not.

I'm just saying,

you're not the only sickos

that wanna get
your geese greased.

I mean, I'd literally bone
any rando here.

I couldn't help but overhear
your plea for some strange dick.

Well, look no further,
'cause there's no dick stranger than mine.

It makes a hard turn to the left,
and it just keeps going.

You gotta be
shitting me!

Uh, go.
Away with you!

Killing it!

Whoo!

Comrade Quacks rules!

Check it out, check it out.

Uh, hello.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

My name...
my name is Jimmy.

Hey, Nicole,
can I get another shot?

One second.

Table 23.

...and smile!

You know what?
This is goin' on my Instagram.

Brock, get my phone!

I got you bro.

Yeah, right here.

Yeah! Ready?

Hey!

That was my phone!
Yo, what the...? You bit...

Whoa! Hey!

What are you doing?
Try me! Try it!

Nicole, back off.

What?!

Belmont, put 'em in a Lyft
back to the Sea Sprite.

But take their pictures first,
they're 86ed.

And find her shitty friends and
tell 'em to get her home now,

otherwise I'm callin' the cops,
she can sleep it off in the drunk tank.

So, tip your waitresses!

What?

♪ On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' ♪

♪ A poor little baby child is
born ♪

♪ In the ghetto ♪

♪ People, don't you understand ♪

♪ The child needs
a helping hand ♪

♪ Or he'll grow to be
an angry young man... ♪

♪ And his mama cries ♪

♪ Here comes the sun ♪

♪ There go the raindrops ♪

♪ You are the one ♪

♪ Who makes the rain stop ♪

- Killin' it.
- ♪ Wherever you go ♪

♪ You light the way ♪

♪ What I'd give to do ♪

- Du...
- ♪ This magic that you do ♪

- Dude.
- ♪ With just a smile ♪

Dude.

♪ You chase the thunder ♪

♪ Here comes the sun ♪

♪ You're such a won... ♪

Okay.

Dr. Miles wasn't great at
updating his patients' charts.

You say the headaches and memory
loss are relatively recent?

Last year, mostly.

More frequent lately.
It's getting worse.

I'm repeating things.

It says here you were in
quite the car accident.

When was that?

2013.

We should get you in
for a CT scan.

How much is that?

How's your insurance?

- Um...
- Couple grand.

See if that helps.
Twice daily.

Razadyne?

That's not how I'd do it.

- Are you cussin' with me?
- Don't you cussing point at me.

You know what? I'm not
cussin' around, old man.

Oh, cuss you and the horse
you rode in on.

Grow up, Veronica.

So? What's the word?

How long before we can burn
this cussing cane of yours?

Aw. You love me.

No, I just hate
mounting cameras.

It's all good,
it's progressing.

Everything's progressing
as it should.

Are you sure?

Well, don't time me
in the 40, but yeah.

Veronica...
I am a prime physical specimen.

So when I head-butt you, you're
just gonna dust yourself off?

I suppose so. But why
head-butt your father?

Because I just spoke
to the owner of this establishment,

and I know how much
we're getting paid for this gig.

Oh.

There is no George Bailey moment
at the end of this story, Dad.

When we go belly up, no one's taking up
a collection for us.

There's always
that law degree.

Maybe you can do
something with that.

I have two more
cameras to mount.

...was in Atlanta today,

getting an early start
on a 2020 reelection bid.

- He made it clear...
- Dad. Cinnamon?

- It's anti-inflammatory.
- Well, it tastes like shit.

Well, then go drink coffee
at your mom's house.

Oh, that's right.
She doesn't let you drink coffee.

Isn't it your mom's weekend?

I don't know.
I'm just a kid.

Matty.

- Go make some new coffee.
- No.

The news makes
you grumpy.

Hi.

How can I help you?

Hi. We're checking out
a little early.

We got a room at
the Neptune Grand.

Ooh... lucky you.

I'd stay there too
if I could afford it.

Cool. Uh, so can you just refund
those last five nights on my card?

Oh, well now, that is
gonna be a problem.

Whoo-hoo!

You don't know shit, man.

The standing doctrine bones
the lower courts and litigants

'cause the court manipulates it
whatever ass-backwards way they want.

But in Sierra Club
vs. Morton...

Oh, you're gonna bring up an
environmental suit? Come on.

Oh, dude, I'm hungry as shit.

I'll be right back.

Yeah, all right, man.

Yo! Pizza man!

Yeah, that's us!
We moved out here.

Room 29?
Yeah, man.

Gimme the Jimmy!

You got a cheese and a
pepperoni.

Yeah, man, classic shit.

Nice try. It's mushroom
and a meat lover.

You're a meat lover.

As you trek into the mine,

you notice that your torches
have been spent.

You come to a door.

Perception check.

- I'm drunk.
- I'm very drunk.

The Wi-Fi's down.

Yes, the Wi-Fi is down.

As it should be. No one
studies on spring break.

And what, clearing the Mines of Moria,
that's crushing spring break?

They have a real
cave troll problem.

Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

I'm going to the office...
to see if they can fix it.

Oh!

Hark! A weary visitor hails.

Hi. Somebody ordered pizza?

Uh, you must want the guys'
room. This is the girls' room.

- There's a lot of guys here.
- Hold on.

Who ordered pizza?!
Guys!

Pizza!

Can... just someone deal with him, please?
He's, like, super-weird.

Sorry.
LaShawn's gonna help you.

LaShawn!

- Hey.
- Uh... Tawny called.

She needs her makeup case.
Can you handle this?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Hey, man.

Yeah, I don't think anyone
ordered a pizza here.

Mind if I take a look?

Oh! Here we go.
You got the wrong room, brother.

We're 26. You're lookin' for 29.

Wh... Uh...
Oh. Yeah.

Let's do shots!

- Pizza's here!
- Tough! Finally!

Hey, you can, uh, just... the
money's on the counter there.

Is there another pile of
change representing a tip?

There will be no money.
But when you die...

You will achieve total enlightenment.
Yeah, I saw the movie.

Yeah, Bible for douchebags.

W-Warth vs. Seldin?

Warth vs. Seldin.

Stick to contract law, bro.

Oh... Daddy likey.

Yo, hand me my shoes.

- Where ya goin'?
- The office.

I need somethin' to snack on.

No. Dude, that's what the confirmation
from your motel said.

We forfeit one night's rent.
We'll show you.

I wrote the thing.
That's not what it says.

You'll fill
the room anyway, man.

Can't you just, you know,
let this slide?

He already let it slide.

Matty, I got this.

Why don't you go to your
car and get your homework.

Hi!

Sorry. I know you're all
in the middle of a thing,

but really quick:
the internet is down.

Uh, he's... he's right, Dad.
The internet is down.

Homework? Now.

Jillian to the rescue.

Thank you.

Finally.

Don't even start.

Anchovy, right?

Har-dee-har.

Ooh! Yes.

Don't eat it all.

- Spring break?
- Spring break.

I told you.
His family hates me.

They hired a detective
to investigate my family.

No. They're gonna meet you,

and they're gonna
love the shit out of you.

Fifty grand to walk away,
and you said no?

That's a baller move.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Hatfield.
What's your name?

- Jillian.
- Oh, Jillian. That's cool.

You wanna come to an impromptu
party later in room 16?

- I may swing by.
- All right, cool. I'll put you on the list.

Nice shiner.

You should see the other guy.

Spring break, bitches!

- Good luck.
- Onward through the fog.

Gimme food!

Hey!

Stop it!

Jesus.
Were there any fatalities?

They're saying four dead. I
can't believe there's not more.

That place is mobbed
this time of year.

The motel owner died.

Plus a Mexican national
going to school at Caltech,

a law school student,

and the fiancée of Alex Maloof.

Younger brother of
Congressman Daniel Maloof.

Any speculation on the motive?

You know what, Dad? I gotta go.

Uh, the host is
tapping his watch at me.

- Love you.
- Love you too. Bye.

We could bring
the first course out here.

You're doing courses now? Fancy.

Oh, yeah.
Salad, the whole shebang.

Oh-niner scum.

- You told Logan no?
- Zip it.

And boom!

And-a-boom! And-a-bomb!

Oh, hell, no.

And-a-boom.

Hey, sweetie, you ever seen
one of these before?

It's called, uh...

What do you call it?

I call it Noah.

- No-?
- No?

No, you called it
somethin' else.

The baby?

That's it.
It's a baby, Veronica!

Mmm.

It's what everyone's
goin' on about.

It's adorable, Wallace.

Where do you put your
little Noah Fennel

when you're done
playing with it?

In the garage, or...

I put him in his room.

You know, the place with
all the toys and little outfits

Auntie Veronica bought him.

I bought him one
ironic track suit.

Which he does not seem
to be wearing, by the way.

One, my ass.

So now I'm in the middle
of writing a deposition,

and Wallace's mom calls again.

She called you again?

She calls me again to say
there's no salmon in the house.

That is not
what she said.

That is exactly
what she said.

She said she was worried
that Noah wasn't getting enough omegas.

From salmon.

What crazy case are you
workin' on these days, Veronica?

Sorry, I'm a little distracted
because of the B-O-M-B-I-N-G.

We put the baby to bed
about an hour ago, V.

You don't have to spell anymore.

This was really good.
Thank you, Shae.

Feel like we should probably
get going though, right?

This guy's pretty tired
because he just flew in yesterday from...

Where did you say it was
again, honey? Bikini Atoll?

Kamchatka?
Isle of Lesbos...

The North Po...

Dammit, I've said too much.

- See? Sleep deprivation makes you easy.
- No, I'm still going strong.

Did someone say
Cards Against Humanity?

Oh, yeah.

Oh...

♪ Mr. Finish Line ♪

- Ah, Dr. Jones. Good evening.
- ♪ Mr. Finish Line ♪

There she is, oh!

Whoa. Whoever did this to you
better have deep pockets.

Don't lose this. Ahh...

- Garcy, how ya doin'. Ya hangin' in there?
- Hey.

Ee-yikes.

Uh-oh. Ooh.

♪ Bring it to a boil... ♪

Lovely.

Two words:
"Butterscotch ganache."

♪ Then you fire-roast it,
freeze it, toast it ♪

♪ Open up and shine ♪

♪ He's Mr. Finish Line ♪

Listen, I'm fine, really.

Well, they gave
me Vicodin.

Yeah, and I'm assuming
they shaved my back, which,

you know, that'll be nice,
what with summer coming up.

Cliff McCormack,
Esquire, for any legal needs.

I'm on the phone.

On the phone. Leave that
right there. Thank you.

Yeah. Yeah... no, I'll...

I'll be back at work
before you know it.

Yeah! That's...

Yes, peak season.

Uh-huh.

Vanessa.

Enough with the keto diet.
Please.

Real women have curves.

I can't have you in here talking
her ear off. She needs rest.

Do you have any idea how many
women fall asleep when I talk?

Cliff McCormack.
I'm here to help.

Now, I know this may
seem strange to you,

but I have been practicing
law for over 20 years...

Now, one of your
brother's friends told us

that your family owns a home
here in Neptune, is that right?

- Yes.
- Okay. And that at the last minute

you told Alex and his friends
that they couldn't stay there.

I'm sorry,
how is that important?

Well, if whoever
placed this bomb

didn't know that Alex and his
friends would be there,

it could narrow our
field of suspects.

There was a miscommunication
with Alex.

We're in the middle of a
remodeling project.

Ah. Politics seems like
a pretty ugly business.

You make many enemies
along the way?

None that would
stoop to thi...

We would like to speak
to the person in charge.

Are you in charge?

- No, no.
- Mother, please.

Ma'am, I'm in charge.
I'm the chief of police.

And if you'd like to get
higher then me in Neptune,

you're gonna need
a ladder to heaven.

When my son wakes up,
he's going to learn

that he has lost a hand,

and that the sport he loves,
he can no longer play.

There is that.

Plus, his fiancée is dead.

Yes.

That too.
Of course.

Think I'll let you spend some
time with your family.

And we will come back once you've had
a chance to settle in.

- Thank you, Congressman.
- Thank you.

Let's go.

Chief Langdon. Lieutenant Sargent.
What are the odds?

Ambulance chaser.

Look, whenever I don't know
what to do next, I opt for suing someone.

Congressman.

Cliff McCormack. You shouldn't
be paying for any of this.

We're not worried about money.

Good to know.

- You're a lawyer.
- Indeed I am.

We need to find out
who did this to my brother.

Your chief of police doesn't inspire
much confidence, so...

do you know anyone
who can help?

As a matter of fact...

That's all I want, Mr. Mars.

Find out who planted that bomb.
Bring me that information.

I did some checking.
You're well respected here.

By some.

You realize we
won't have access to

the same forensic evidence as
the police department, the...

But th-they won't
share that with us.

Maybe they'll solve it,
though I have my doubts.

This is a problem
for my family, Mr. Mars.

We're choosing
to throw money at it.

Are you interested?

Of course.

Is there a reason to suspect
that your brother was the target?

- Only in the broadest sense.
- Excuse me.

I would like some tea.

- Mrs. Maloof, my daughter is...
- Is happy to get you some tea.

I hope English Breakfast
is your thing.

But as for a specific reason
someone might want your son harmed...?

We're wealthy.
I'm an Arab-American congressman.

And, uh, I suppose there's
the matter of your rate.

It's 300 an hour
and 5,000 retainer!

She does the books.

Ahh.

Esta bien.

Hmm?

Yeah!

Whoa-whoa! Bup-bup.

Sí, señor.

End of an era.

I've photographed some enthusiastic
acts of adultery here.

How's Logan takin'
the rejected marriage proposal?

Magnanimously.

Seems unfazed.
Undaunted.

He's behaving like an
emotionally mature adult.

I caught him playing
with a baby.

You dump that clown.

Look at all these reporters.

Congressman's brother.
Press is gonna be all over this.

Who's he?

See all that? It just...

Pizza guy.

He just left the office
when the bomb went off,

took some shrapnel
in his back.

He's been
all over the news.

And that?

Dunno.

Let me find out.

This Sea Sprite bombing.

I like to think
I would have walked away

if we didn't
need the money.

Knowing what I know now...

I wish I had.

But there was a girl...

and I started
to care about the girl.

And if you know anything
about what I do...

...that's never good.