Veronica Mars

I need your help, Veronica.

- You can't tell anyone.

- I need your help.

I need to know.

A teenaged private eye.

Trust me, I know how

dumb that sounds.

But it's not like I found a decoder

ring at the bottom of a cereal box...

and thought,

"That sounds like fun. "

I wish. That would've

been adorable.

Nope. My best friend was

murdered when I was 15.

Trying to figure out who

did it was how I coped.

My dad was sheriff at the time.

And when he went after the

most powerful man in town...

he turned us both into pariahs.

Dad lost his job and

I lost my friends.

Kids can be cruel, after all.

The cruelest was Logan Echolls,

my dead friend's boyfriend.

Like me, Logan was fueled

by rage and distrust.

He wanted to make someone pay.

It's likely those qualities

are what drew us together.

They're absolutely

what tore us apart.

After my dad was run out of office, he

got his PI license and opened an agency.

I hung out there to learn

the tricks of the trade.

There was plenty of work for both of us in

the seedy beach town of Neptune, California.

People might think of

Neptune as glamorous.

Home to movie stars and

captains of industry.

But when the class war comes,

Neptune will be ground zero.

It's a Springsteen song:

Get out while you're young.

I got out when I was 19, leaving a

trail of destruction in my wake.

I've grown up, though.

That was the old me.

Angry me. Vengeful me.

New me? People say

I'm a marshmallow.

So a year at Hearst College.

BA in Psychology from Stanford.

Near the top of your

class at Columbia Law.

You're due to take the

bar in six weeks.

A little about us:

We're a multinational firm.

Fifty lawyers in New York.

Our clients here at Truman-Mann are

primarily Fortune 500 companies.

Our job is to make sure that frivolous lawsuits

disappear before they reach the courtroom.

We're looking at a

number of candidates.

All with impressive rsums...

but none quite as unique as yours.

You were issued a private investigator's

license for your 18th birthday?

Heh. Is that something

California kids do?

My dad is a Pl. I worked for him.

It was more answering phones and

handling his travel than anything else.

Really? Before you were 20, your name

popped up on LexisNexis in 14...

Fifteen.

Fifteen separate

articles or briefs...

in cases ranging from multiple

homicides to dognapping.

You have a degree in

psychology, Miss Mars.

What do you think that

says about a person?

Compulsive, clearly.

Addictive personality.

Possible adrenaline junkie.

But that's not me anymore.

I haven't worked a case since

I transferred to Stanford.

And why is that?

The price was too high.

It ruined friendships

and relationships.

Cost me a lot of

opportunities along the way.

So your decision to

transfer wasn't related...

to a certain video of you

and another Hearst student?

- The sex tape? No need to be coy.

- Leonard.

It's fine. As lawyers, we are often

put in adversarial situations.

Opposing counsel will seek to

exploit any perceived weakness.

All I'll say about that tape, is it was made

and distributed without my knowledge.

And I'll ask you:

Do I look ruffled?

Rebuilding her life took time.

More time than you'd think.

Zhi Howes was broke. And worse,

people considered her passe.

She thought about restarting her moribund

career with a Kickstarter campaign...

but the potential for further

humiliation was daunting.

They brought up the sex tape?

I think I handled it okay. I have another

meeting tomorrow with one of the partners.

I hope we talk STDs.

- What?

- Wallace.

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