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PREVIOUSLY ON 'VERONICA MARS':
"Veronica Mars?" A Sophomore asked Veronica.
Veronica turned around to see an African American kid dressed nicely. He looked as though he was an 09er.
"Can I help you?" Veronica asked.
"My name's Derrek, and uh, I was wondering if you could help me on something."
Derrek opened the front door of his house to find his father waiting for him.
"Hey dad."
"Son."
Veronica nearly fell on her back.
'Oh my god, Derrek is Clarence Wiedman's father? Derrek Wiedman? Please tell me that this man that I'm looking at right now looks oh so similar and has the exact same voice is just a coincidence! Please! I really need a coincidence right now!'
'And that's Carla Jackie, the coolest teacher in all of Neptune High. She never actually gives us that much work, we watch movies 27/7 (not about health), and she runs the Skits and other after school activities for the Freshmen.''
"I received this." Carla handed a paper to Veronica and she read it.
"Oh my god."
"It's a threat, either I get out or my life's going to become a living hell."
'If there's one thing I've learned, is that nothing happens here in Neptune without some type of reason, big or small.'
'Clarence Wiedman... friend or foe? That is the question. A strange and unpredictable man. I've learned that from his interrogation technique of hanging chumps out of windows trying to get information from them. What exactly does make Wiedman tick? Is his life really that secretive? And does he really have anything to do with this here school board conspiracy? I wonder what's cooking over at the Wiedman's...'
Veronica pulled up at a street corner, and pulled out her camera. Over the street was Clarence Wiedman who was getting out of his car and going into work. Veronica got out of her Le Baron, camera in hand, and followed Wiedman while taking shots of him.
'Working for Kane Software, he can't be that rich. I mean come on, driving a 98' Toyota Camry?'
Veronica passed his car, and quickly entered the front entrance of the Kane Software building. She followed Wiedman to the elevator, and quickly took the stairs to get to his office. After climbing the stairs, Veronica waited behind a corner while staking out Wiedman's front office door. No one entered or exited.
She went over to the elevator to see that it hadn't even reached the floor yet. Veronica turned around and went over Wiedman's office door and peeked in. She turned around to see Wiedman behind her.
'Oh boy, this can't be good.'
CREDITS PLAY.
ONE WEEK EARLIER
'OK, here's the scoop; my enemy slash ally is the father of a sophomore who is also mysterious in a good guy, bad guy role. The sophomore has stolen hundreds of dollars from the coolest teacher in school who has just received a bunch of notices saying that if she doesn't leave Neptune then her life is in danger, and she has received these notes probably because of a school board conspiracy in which I helped to put some of the conspirators away while helping the good sophomore, bad sophomore get his script accepted by these same conspirators, and I also have gangs of angry clowns coming after me, and 09er's to the right, and here I am stuck in the middle with you. Sounds peachy, right? Yep, this sure is the normal life of a teenage girl who is about to graduate in just months. How do you deal with all of this? A nice case of dirty dog at the Camelot Motel at three in the morning.'
Veronica sat in her Le Baron watching a naughty business man of a husband enter a motel room with some wonder woman. She started to take pictures of the guy and the woman.
'There are better things to do, but this is my way of unwinding after a hard day of... life.'
Later on, Veronica saw the woman leave the motel room, and Veronica quickly pin pointed the woman with her camera.
'Hello there, Senorita Casablancas. You've been a naughty girl lately, haven't you? I sure can't wait to see the look on Dick Dick's face.'
Veronica drove home after getting the photos, and entered the apartment to find a father sitting on the waiting and worrying.
"About time, I know you don't actually have a curfew, but you're really making me look bad."
"Sorry dad, I had work."
Veronica went over to Keith, and embraced him with a hug.
"Work? At three in the morning? I really need to get you away from this P.I. Stuff. Can't you just be a regular teen and just tell me that you were the one at the Camelot with that regular Joe instead of telling me that you were at the Camelot taking pictures of that regular Joe?"
'Did I tell you that my father did not run for office? Well, I just say that because I'd like to think that he didn't, but in actuality... he did run for office, but lost... miserably. It is good to see that a lot of people in this town still support dad, but that didn't do him any good, though.'
"I'll just say that it was for a school project." Veronica smiled.
"Taking pictures of Mrs. Casablancas is a school project?" Keith looked at Veronica.
"You were there?" Veronica asked.
"I didn't say that." Keith smiled.
"Oh my god! You followed me! Dad!"
"My daughter sneaks out at twelve in the morning, I know some thing's up."
"Whatever happened to the cell phone tracking?"
"There are a lot of things that can go on at the Camelot!"
"Ugh, whatever! You still followed me! You want some breakfast?"
Keith looked at his watch.
"Four thirty in the morning? Are you kidding me, I'm going back to bed."
"This is the time that farmers get up." Veronica replied.
"Good for them. Remind me to never be a farmer, and remind to wake me at seven. And you should also get some sleep also."
Keith started to go for his bedroom.
"I have some things to do."
"Please tell me it's house cleaning."
Keith went into his bedroom and shut the door while Veronica stood smiling.
'You gotta love him, he's that one perfect dad that everyone wishes they could have... but that does come with it's ups and downs though.'
Veronica was making breakfast when Keith entered the kitchen.
"Sleep well?" Veronica joked.
"Ha, ha. Very funny. What's for breakfast?"
"Green eggs and ham." Veronica smiled as Keith looked over into the frying pan.
"Oh! The Mars' secret recipe! I like it!"
"Why thank you!"
Veronica put some of the scrambled eggs on a plate and handed it to Keith.
"Thank you my dear!"
Veronica put some eggs on her plate, and then sat down at the counter with Keith.
"So, any good cases lately?" Veronica asked.
"I should be asking you that. Now, why were you over at the Camelot last night?"
"Me? Well, you know. Just the usual slutty husband and the usual cash paying job."
"Usual? Come on! There had to be a reason why you were there!"
"I was just getting back at someone." Veronica smiled.
"Who?"
"Dick Dick Casablancas."
Keith laughed.
"Oh boy, honey. I've raised a clone of myself."
"How about you? Any leads on those threats yet?"
"The Carla Jackie thing?" Keith asked.
"Yeah."
"Nothing. I'm going to go over today to find out some more information."
"Well, that's good."
'There is nothing better than talking to your dad about your day even though it's just started. Coming up next dad, my day at school.'
Veronica walked through the front entrance of Neptune High and down the hallway, and waiting for her was Vice Principal Clemmons.
"Veronica..." Clemmons greeted.
"Mr. Clemmons, how's it hanging?"
"My office, please."
"Okay? Just to let you know I have not stolen, broke into, gossiped, or have done anything in that nature. FYI."
Clemmons looked at Veronica.
"I know that, it's something else... please, my office."
Veronica followed Clemmons into his office.
"Well..." Clemmons shut his office door.
"Out with it my boy!" Veronica smiled.
Clemmons looked sharply at Veronica.
"It's seems as though Neptune High has been receiving some new threats about a future columbine on this school."
"If I had a buck for every time I've heard that!"
"It seems as though these threats seem to be real, and we need to take action right away."
"And you asked me, why?"
"I know you have certain... 'gifts' in this sort of work, plus it'll be better for the school and a lot less expensive than hiring a real investigator."
"Ahh! The Clemonator needs my help once again! I think by now you know my prices."
"Of course, how can't I?"
"Three excused absences, unlimited access to restricted areas..."
"Don't you already have that?" Clemmons asked.
Veronica smirked.
"And my own parking space... with my name painted on it." Veronica smiled.
"Four unexcused tardies, a locker of your choice, and free cafeteria food for the whole year."
Veronica looked at Clemmons in disgust.
"You're kidding, right?"
"No, this is the offer."
"Then I guess that you really don't need me." Veronica got up from the chair and started to walk for the door.
"All right! Maybe one unexcused absence, and your own space, but not painted with your name."
"Two unexcused."
Clemmons looked at Veronica.
"Fine! Two!"
Veronica smiled.
"Now get to work!" Clemmons ordered.
Veronica walked out of Clemmons office.
'The funny thing here that at Neptune High is that most of the students at this 'lovable' school would love to follow through with a Columbine. If they only had the guts. But with all of the gangs around here, I'm sure that only one or two would actually do it if they had or wanted to.'
"Miss Mars! All hail the queen!" Logan smirked as he saw Veronica walking his way.
Veronica stopped and looked at Logan.
"Long live the king!"
Logan smiled.
"Ah, yes! The king I am!"
"The king of pathetic."
Veronica walked away smiling.
"At least I'm not the queen of..." He stopped.
"What's the matter? Ran out of words?"
Veronica turned around to find Logan just standing there, with his hand on his side. Logan took his hand away to find his palm covered in blood.
"Nice try Logan!"
Logan flinched in pain as he dropped to the ground.
"Logan?" Veronica became worried.
No answer.
"Logan?"
Veronica ran over to Logan who was lying on the floor with a large blood stain on his shirt. She sat down beside him and checked out what had happened.
Duncan came running over.
"Logan? Logan?"
Duncan sat down next to Veronica.
"What happened?" Duncan asked.
"I don't know! I saw him start to bleed, then he dropped."
Duncan looked around the crowd that was now gathering.
"Somebody call an ambulance!" Duncan commanded.
'So, how is it that you end up in a hospital waiting room with your ex-boyfriend while waiting to find out if your other ex-psycho boyfriend is going to make it? Beats me, but it got me out of a math test though.'
Veronica and Duncan were waiting in the waiting room when the doctor came in. Both Veronica and Duncan stood up as the doctor went over to them.
"Is he going to be all right?" Duncan asked.
"He's going to be just fine."
"What happened?" Veronica asked.
"It looks like an apparent stab wound with some sort of ice pick or something to that nature."
"Can we see him?" Duncan asked.
"Sure, follow me."
Veronica and Duncan followed the doctor into the room where Logan was. Logan looked to see who had visited, then smiled.
"I feel so special!" Logan smiled his pathetic smile.
"How are you feeling?" The doctor asked.
"Like I have been stabbed, how do you think?"
"I can see that he hasn't lost his... style." Duncan replied.
"Nice to see you too!" Logan said.
"I'll leave you three alone." The doctor left the room.
The three went silent.
"Well, I have to be going, but I am glad that you're doing fine." Veronica said as she started to go for the door.
"Veronica..." Logan responded seriously.
Veronica turned around and went over to Logan.
"Yeah?" Veronica asked.
"I want you to find out who did this to me, and I want them to pay."
"Well, yeah. I can." Veronica replied.
"I know it was Weevil and his pansy group of toddlers, but I need you to prove it for me so I can take them down once and for all for attempted murder."
Veronica looked down at Logan.
"I'll see what I can do." Veronica replied.
"Thank you."
Veronica paused for a second, then left the room.
'Very interesting. Although I have to somewhat agree with Logan; him and Weevil have been at it for a few months now. It may have been Weevil, but I can't imagine him stooping to that low of a level. But for now, I must focus on the task at hand – to retrieve my new parking space.'
Keith walked into Carla Jackie's classroom and waited for Carla to come over.
"Mr. Mars." Carla greeted.
"Ms. Jackie."
The two shook hands.
"Let's go outside."
Keith and Carla went outside the classroom.
"I need to know more about these threats that you have told me about. Do you still have the other letters?" Keith asked.
"Uh, yes. Yes I do. I usually keep everything, especially of this nature."
Carla went into the room and went over to her desk and pulled out the letters; nevertheless, she gave them to Keith.
"How long have you received these letters?"
"A few weeks now. Ever since that whole school board incident. I thought that they were nothing, but a prank. Then each day they started to get worse and worse. Then I knew that it wasn't a prank anymore."
Keith examined the letters.
"Did these letters just come in this nature, or did they come with envelopes like they were mailed out?"
"They did, do you want them?"
"Yes, please. And also, could I get a list of people who would want to hurt you or ruin your career? Family, workers, students, spouses, anything?"
Carla got the envelopes and handed them to Keith.
"I see a lot of people during the day who would love to take my head off. You just learn to live with it."
"It seems as though this person is not learning to live with it." Keith responded.
Keith looked over the envelopes.
"No return address, but it was mailed right here in Neptune." Keith examined.
"What does that mean?"
"These letters also all have the same stamped date on them, which means they were put into hold at one of the local post offices. This means that your threat had written all of his letters in advance, and the office is holding them and each day another goes out. Get to work on making that list for me, and I'm going to go check out the post offices." Keith replied.
"I will. Thank you." Carla went back inside the classroom as Keith walked away.
Veronica walked up to a group of Gothic looking people.
"Hello there!" Veronica smiled.
The gang looked at Veronica.
"Mars... what do you want?" One of the guys asked.
"Oh, you know! Nothing really, just... I was thinking of doing a Columbine, you want in?" Veronica asked.
Butters appeared out of the group.
"Butters! How are you doing?" Veronica asked.
"We know of your mocking... we aren't falling for it, now leave." Butters replied.
"I was just wondering." Veronica replied.
"We want nothing to do with your antics or your people. Leave and never return." Butters commanded.
"Well, okay I guess. You don't know what you're missing."
Veronica walked away.
'Okay, this'll be a little harder than expected. How do you prove that someone's going to do a Columbine? Can you? Unless...'
"My homie!" Veronica went up to Wallace.
"What's happening?" Wallace asked.
"I need you to do me a favor. Ever wanted to join the Death Society?"
Wallace and Veronica walked down the hall. Wallace was dressed in all black and looked Punkish.
"Why am I doing this again?" Wallace asked.
"To save your school! Don't you want that?"
"Hell no! I want this place to burn!" Wallace replied.
"Me too, but I'm getting my own parking space for this, so..."
"And what do I get?" Wallace asked.
"A hug?"
"How about you owe me one?" Wallace asked.
"Fine by me! Now, good luck!"
Veronica pushed Wallace toward the group.
"What do you want?" Butters asked Wallace.
"I want to join your group." Wallace replied.
"You want to join? You can't, you're black!" Butters responded.
"I didn't know that this was the Ku Klux Klan! I thought that anyone could join!"
"Anyone? Are you kidding? Only the sacred one can join." Butter told Wallace.
"I'd like to see if I'm the sacred one."
Butters looked at Wallace.
"I like persistence. Follow us."
Wallace followed the group while Veronica turned on her laptop and watched out of a small pin hole camera that she had placed on Wallace's jacket.
Keith entered the last post office that was located in Neptune. He went over to the clerk.
"May I help you?"
"Yes. My wife keeps receiving these letters of threats, and I want to know who they are. But, there's no return address on them! All the envelopes have the same date on them, and I know that there's been a storing of them all. I need to find out who is threatening my wife. Please, can you help me?" Keith asked.
"Let me see one of the envelopes." The clerk told Keith.
Keith put the envelopes onto the counter, and the clerk examined one of them.
"I can do a search of all postage that went out on this day, it'll take a few minutes."
"That's fine, thank you!"
"The sacred one must be able to bleed." Butters told Wallace.
"Bleed?" Wallace asked.
"Take this razor, and show us that you are the sacred one." Butters held out a razor for Wallace.
Veronica watched on the screen what was going on.
'Oh my god! What have I gotten Wallace into?'
Wallace took the razor, but his phone began to ring.
"Hold on."
Wallace took out his cell phone.
"Hello?" Wallace asked.
"Wallace, you don't have to do this!" Veronica yelled.
"How am I not going to prove my sacredness if I don't?"
The group looked at Wallace, Wallace looked at the group.
"My friend, Morpheus."
The group nodded, then Wallace returned to the phone conversation.
"Just get out of there, I can find another way of proving it."
"I must."
"Wallace!"
Butters looked at Wallace.
"Did I just hear Wallace?" Butters asked.
"No." Wallace replied.
"What is your name?" Butters asked.
Wallace tried to come up with a fake name.
"Xander." Wallace told them.
"Wallace! Just get out of there!"
Wallace put the phone back into his pocket and held the razor.
Veronica came running over and grabbed Wallace.
"Sorry about all of this, but see you later!"
Veronica and Wallace ran away.
The group stood unclear.
"What has just happened?" One of the members asked Butters.
"We have been fooled by the trash of society."
Wallace stopped running.
"What was that about?" Wallace asked.
"I can get the info in a different way, you really didn't have to do that." Veronica replied.
"Well, what are you going to do now?" Wallace asked.
"First, you are going to change out of those clothes. And second, I have other resources."
Wallace noticed something else.
"What?" Veronica asked.
"Your locker." Wallace replied.
Veronica noticed a bunch of people gathered around her locker. She went over to find a picture of herself making out with some girl.
"Check mate!" Dick yelled out. "Your move, Veronica! I said that I'd get you back!"
Veronica stood in disbelief, then ripped down the picture and left with Wallace.
'You wanna play Dick Dick? You got it! It's a wonderment on what Photo Shop can do.'
Veronica returned home to find Keith sitting down on the couch with papers, letters, and envelopes covering the coffee table.
"Tax time?" Veronica asked.
"Nope, Carla Jackie's mysterious threat."
"Any clues?" Veronica asked.
"Went to the post office to find a holding of letters by the name of Jacobs."
"Jacobs? Justin Jacobs?"
"You know him?"
"Knew, actually. He's dead, killed himself a couple of weeks ago. He'd never want to hurt her. Unless it wasn't him that wrote the letters. Wait, I think I know. Hold on."
Veronica ran into her room and returned with a journal. She flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for.
"There." Veronica smiled.
"Who? And what?" Keith asked.
"Derrek Wiedman. The two of them were trying to join the Death Society, the goth group. And it seems as though they were the one's who threatened to Columbine."
"Wiedman? He doesn't have anything to do with Clarance Wiedman does it?" Keith asked.
Veronica looked at Keith.
'To tell or not to tell, that is the question.'
"I don't think so."
"Good, I don't want you doing anything that is involved with Clarence Wiedman. And why would they threaten?"
"They never got into the group I suppose. So to take revenge, they wanted to get back at them."
"Well, I think we solved it." Keith smiled.
"Mars and Mars!"
The two of them laughed.
'Okay, I stretched the truth a bit, dad doesn't need to know about Wiedman right now. There are other things going on.'
Veronica walked up to Derrek who was at his locker on the next day.
"Derrek, Derrek, Derrek." Veronica greeted.
"What do you want?"
"Remember what I said about your partner in crime writing everything down in a notebook, well, I was right. You and Justin were the one's who wrote those threat letters to prove that you were worthy of joining the Death Society. And to really prove it, you put in those hints of a Columbine that is going to happen very soon."
Derrek looked at Veronica.
"What are you talking about?"
"First the cash, now this? You are really low!"
"I never... those people tormented Justin and I every day last year! They needed to be stopped! I needed revenge! For him and I! So, I put in those hints for the authorities to arrest them, but I would never threat Jackie! Never!"
"And that whole cash thing was?"
"I needed the money to get help for Justin! His parents never had the money, so I needed to get it for him!"
"Your dad is head of security at a multi-billion dollar company, he could have helped."
"He couldn't..."
"You lie."
"I'm telling you! I would never do anything to hurt her!"
Veronica's phone rang.
"Hello?" Veronica asked.
"Honey, forget it. It was the Jacobs family. It was the boy's father, he was angry because of what was happening to his son, and that the boy's father had lost his job and stock due to Casablancas' real estate, and Jackie was one of the people on the jury. Forget it honey, it's over." Keith told Veronica.
Veronica looked at Derrek.
"Thanks dad." Veronica put her phone away.
"May I go now?" Derrek asked.
"I'm sorry." Veronica told Derrek.
Derrek shook his head in disgust and walked away.
'Well, you can't win them all. I guess it was kind of mean for me to keep pinning everything on a short Sophomore. Oh well, I have bigger fish to fry.'
Veronica walked up to Weevil who was standing around with his PCH gang.
"Ahoy mates!" Veronica greeted.
"Well, well, well. Look who it is!" Weevil greeted back. "Did you hear about your boy Logan?"
"I did, but he's not my boy."
"Oh, there's a change."
"I did hear that you and your gang had something to do with it." Veronica told Weevil.
"And where did you hear that?" Weevil asked.
"I get around. So, just be careful, you neva know who's watching over you!" Veronica smiled.
"I'll take that as you're my guardian angel looking over me. Come on boys, let's go."
"I never did get to thank you for that little arson you did a few months back."
"You like it? I think it was one of my best!" Weevil and his gang walked away.
'Still the bad boys I see. Now, how about you Mr. Wiedman? What's your story?'
Veronica pulled up at a street corner, and pulled out her camera. Over the street was Clarence Wiedman who was getting out of his car and going into work. Veronica got out of her Le Baron, camera in hand, and followed Wiedman while taking shots of him.
Veronica passed his car, and quickly entered the front entrance of the Kane Software building. She followed Wiedman to the elevator, and quickly took the stairs to get to his office. After climbing the stairs, Veronica waited behind a corner while staking out Wiedman's front office door. No one entered or exited.
She went over to the elevator to see that it hadn't even reached the floor yet. Veronica turned around and went over Wiedman's office door and peeked in. She turned around to see Wiedman behind her.
'Oh boy, this can't be good.'
"Ms. Mars." Wiedman said.
"Mr. Wiedman! See that you still have the lousy security system!" Veronica smiled.
"I don't want you around here anymore. I don't want you coming into contact with my son or I. If you harass us any more there will be legal charges made."
"Your son has quite a rap going for him these days! Burglary, a series of false threats..."
"Leave immediately or I'll..."
"Get security on me?"
Wiedman looked down at Veronica.
'Okay, Clarance Wiedman - super freaky and he now seems to be my foe. And there is something going on with the guy, I can just feel it, especially with the threats he made to me about coming into contact with his son and himself.'
Veronica walked back to her car and got into it.
'How come people are so mean these days? No more polite gestures and greetings? I guess that that doesn't matter anymore, I guess it doesn't. And I just hope Dick Dick Casablancas likes his new portrait of himself while having sex with his own mother.'
Dick was walking down the hall of Neptune and saw a bunch of people gathered around a large cardboard picture that was hanging next to his locker. He went over to it to see a pic of his with his mother at the Camelot.
"Dude! You had sex with your own mother? Ah man!"
Dick looked around in anger, then walked away in shame.
"Veronica Mars... you're dead..." Dick said under his breath.
'Okay Dick Dick, check mate. And now it's your move. Hopefully it'll be a good one, a very good one.'
Veronica started her car up, and drove away.
NEXT TIME: Miss Jackie is suspended for the possession of drugs, which leads Veronica to believe that the drugs was a setup for the School Board to rid of Carla Jackie. New faces come into play, and things start to heat up. While the tension between Logan and Weevil grows even more. That's next time...
