"" is episode 3 of season 2 of the television show ''
Veronica Mars ''.
Cassidy suspects that his new stepmom, Kendall, is sleeping around on his dad, so he hires Veronica. What she finds out, however, is that his dad is cheating investors about property. Keith and Alicia go to Chicago, but encounter a surprise. But the biggest surprise is saved for Veronica when Lamb tells her about the body on the beach with "Veronica Mars" written on his hand.
- In Chicago, a man sees Alicia and calls her "Cher" and "Cheri."
- The body on the beach was David "Curly" Moran. He was a mechanic who used to be a stunt coordinator for Aaron Echolls' first big movie, ''The Long Haul''.
- Cassidy gets pictures of Logan and Kendall together and shows them to his dad, Big Dick, but his dad isn't concerned about that. Instead, Big Dick tells his employees to shred everything and leaves in a helicopter before the SEC arrive.
:: So who are we exploiting now?
:: The workers.
::
Exxccellent .
:: What're you lookin' at?
:: Just...tawdriness.
:: ...What're you lookin' at now?
:: The opposite of tawdriness. Wallace and his
Pudding Cup .
:: Now, you may invest your money any way you see fit, as long as it's legal.
:: Dude,
Dog Racing is totally legal.
:: But hardly lucrative, as I recall from your performance last year.
:: Wh-- You met Jackie, right?
:: I didn't realize you were lunch buddies.
:: I'm going for lunch buddies with privileges. Help a brother out.
:: Well if you wanna play in her league, you'd better hide your little pudding.
Wallace grabs the pudding cup and hides in on the bench. He sees that Veronica is sceptical.
:: Hey, I like her, okay? Retract claws.
Veronica holds out her hands, spreading her fingers.
:: Claws, what claws?
:: My very own
Guardian Angel .
::
{Link without Title} Don't flatter yourself. The only reason I came here is so I won't have to feel responsible.
:: Yeah, what, responsible for what?
:: For taking pictures of you and Kendall playing house. Don't take it the wrong way, Logan, it was a job, nothing more.
Veronica marches to the door.
:: Right, and so you storm out in a burst of professionalism.
Veronica whirls back to face him, backing out of the room.
:: I suggest you start locking your doors.
