Haaron's on trial, and Veronica and Logan get to testify, but Veronica's the only one called a lying, clap-ridden whore by Haaron's toad of an attorney. Yeah, I know chlamydia isn't the clap, but come on -- it should be. A peaceful afternoon at Neptune High is interrupted by a gun-wielding Lucky. He's looking for Gia, but gets distracted by Jackie, waylaid by Wallace, and ultimately shot to death by school security, even though Lucky's gun was full of blanks. Keith and Veronica continue digging into exactly why Lucky was so pissed at the Woodman, and they ultimately catch up to the rest of the viewing audience and realize Woody's got a yen for bat boys and the bad touch. They also discover that Marcos Olivares and Peter Ferrer, both bus crash victims, were also molested by the mayor. Keith has to do the usual arm twisting to get Lamb onboard with the Woody-as-bus-killer scenario, and by the time he does, Woody -- already recovering from a brutal attack of bronzer, it would seem -- has skipped town. Getting the dirt on Woody entails Veronica going on a espionage-laden study date with Gia that ends awkwardly, though not nearly as awkward (or fantastic) as Mac and the Beav tag-team-tutoring Weevil for his math final. There's adorable in that study room that doesn't sleep. Mac and Beaver manage to work their relationship back to "cutely grinning," and Weevil manages the "B" he needs to walk at graduation. It may be all for naught, though, as those meddling kids who saw him chloroforming Thumper on the last night of that little freak's life show up and fink Weevil out to Lamb. Jackie's so happy to have her father tethered to his hospital bed with no choice but to actually be her dad that she's considering ditching Paris for Neptune (and Wallace) next year. But when Casino Asshole Lobo shows up, suddenly remembers Cook's alibi, and clears him, Cook realizes his ass belongs to the Casino now, and he tells Jackie he'd rather not have her in the country anymore. Au revoir, Jackie! Aside from the trial and investigation, Veronica's also trying to ace her finals and get that darn Kane scholarship so she can go to Stanford and leave Wallace, Mac, and Keith behind. Idiot. But it appears Wallace's sweet sentimentality helps nudge her in the direction of ditching her Western Civ exam to go hear Haaron's verdict read in person. That verdict? "Not guilty." And for the second week in a row, the episode ends with Veronica in anguish and tears. Speaking of which: finale next week! Holy balls!
Before I begin, Couch Baron would like me to mention that due to the Nets game monopolizing UPN's Tuesday nights in perpetuity, as well as UPN starting the replay too early, he missed the opening scene last week when Veronica got diagnosed with chlamydia. I saw it, so I can fill in: Veronica was in the doctor's office. She got diagnosed with chlamydia. There. ["And here I thought recapping was hard." -- Couch Baron]
Previously: almost two full seasons of a show about a cute, awesome blonde girl who solves mysteries and cries and stuff. There were approximately fifty-seven plot strands in one stage of development or another, and Couch Baron had developed an almost symbiotic relationship with exactly what the hell is going on here. And the new guy is expected to just jump right in with the penultimate episode of the season??? What have I gotten myself into? Uh, also previously: Keith was able handcuff himself to janitor/stalker Lucky long enough to be told that the Woodman isn't as super-cool as we all think he is. We...do? Thumper got a chloroform rag to the face, courtesy of Weevil, and in plain view of a couple of nosy little brats. Terrence Cook had an alibi for the day of the bus crash, but casino boss Lobo wasn't cooperating. And the Lilly Kane murder weapon was revealed to be Haaron's (snerk) Oscar statue.
You know, I thought picking up a Veronica Mars recap this week would be a nice change of pace from the music-related (okay, "music-adjacent") show I normally cover. So why am I suddenly greeted by a symphony of violins as this episode begins? Oh, it's because Haaron Echolls is on the witness stand at his own murder trial, telling the jury the sob story of how action-hero movie stars from the '80s get old and have to play Hillary Duff's dad in the new millennium. The difference is, most faded heartthrobs these days wind up losing their damn minds among the Maya or drunk at awards shows. They don't take up with their sons' sixteen-year-old girlfriends. The cool thing is that Haaron says that in 1987 he was People's Sexiest Man Alive, and the instant he does, I realize Harry Hamlin must have received that honor in real life, because that's just how this show rolls. I guarantee you there is a P.A. on staff who does nothing but watch old L.A. Law reruns in preparation for throwaway sight gags whenever Haaron's on screen. And, yes, by "throwaway sights gags," I do mean "Susan Dey." So Haaron's mid-life crisis was alleviated (or, you know, fed) by Lilly, who thought he "hung the moon." His attorney -- Slimy Lavoie, Esq. -- is disingenuous with his reminder that Lilly was only sixteen, and Haaron admits it was wrong, but in that "Hey, what do you want me to do? Nubile young high school girl, am I right? You all saw that one movie" way. He says he and Lilly "fooled around," but he denies having sex with her. This gets a whopper of an eye-roll from Veronica, who's in the courtroom with her dad. Logan's there, too, but he's isolated and alone. Misunderstood, even by the seating arrangement. Haaron's version of the day Lilly was killed has her going over to his house, "looking for attention," and this imaginary version of Haaron breaking things off with her. Perjury-Lilly then apparently stormed out with Haaron's Oscar. Haaron followed her to the Kane house, they argued, and she threw an ashtray at him. Perjury-Duncan showed up, flipped out on Lilly, and Haaron left them, though, he admits that was probably a bad idea. "As crazy as he was acting, I never would have imagined...." Haaron gets far enough into fingering Duncan for the murder before the prosecutor objects. Logan and Veronica separately can't quite believe he's this much of a bastard. I can't believe Haaron's this good an actor.