Chez Mars. Veronica's popping something in the microwave, when Keith arrives home and is all, "Prepare to have your mind blown." Considering how close it is to the end of the season, that's good advice for all of us. Veronica cutely says that she was born ready, so Keith tells Veronica that Big Dick was using the life-insurance policy he took out on his sons as a tax shelter. Boy, Keith, if you want to blow people's minds, I'd stay away from any sentence with "tax" in it that doesn't also include the word "refund." Anyway, the point is that the payout on the policy is over eight figures, and that if the brothers die simultaneously, Kendall would receive the money. I get why both of them would have to die, because it seems logical to think that if only one of them died, the other brother would be the beneficiary. However, the thought of Dick's life being worth anything to anyone other than lube manufacturers and porn distributors is an idea that's really blowing my mind here. Well played, Keith. Veronica sighs that the "wicked stepmother" trying to off her husband's kids sounds like a Disney movie, and she'll get no argument from me on that point. Keith says that while Kendall certainly had motive, he's not sure about her capability, but Veronica demurs: "She went from Spandex to cashmere pretty fast." Veronica's got a point, especially if Kendall hit both those sartorial choices without ending up on Go Fug Yourself. Keith says that he'll poke around and find out what Kendall was up to the day of the crash.
Neptune High. The teacher calls roll, as VMVO tells us that random locker searches are a bummer for the students caught with loot, and over Veronica's shoulder, we see one such search in progress. When the teacher gets to Weevil, he tells him it's his turn to feed "Buddy."
Cut to Weevil picking up a large rat by the tail. I'd wonder whether that could hurt the thing, but that's not really going to seem relevant for very long. Weevil carries the rat past the length of a glass tank containing a large constrictor, and after a good "Mmm, dinner!" shot of the snake, Weevil drops the rat in. After a couple of off-camera squeals, Weevil appreciatively says that someone was hungry, and I'd wonder whether the snake could have suffocated the rat quite that quickly, but I'll let it go in appreciation of the fact that at least I didn't have to see it. Veronica, without looking up, snarks that "someone is baby-talking a python," Weevil tough-guys that he and Buddy have a "special connection," since they're both "top of the food chain," and Weevil has "no problem sacrificing a rat." Veronica looks shocked that she's spent the year participating in growing Buddy to twelve feet just so he could be used as a clumsy parallel. I mean, the rat died from constriction, and Thumper died from construction. And if "My Mother, The Fiend" taught us anything, it's that one letter can make all the difference.