Veronica's studying when her dad arrives home. She asks him how it went. He plays all grim for a moment, but then is all, "Who's your daddy?" Veronica: "I hate it when you say that." I'm glad my faith in her was justified. I couldn't hate that expression more if it slapped my mother. He weirdly and randomly goes off on this speech about how he used to be cool and BOC and a Trans Am and oh, wait, that was a Bruce Springsteen song, and y'all? This is the bad kind of "quirky." Anyway, Keith nabbed the bail-jumper he was after and scored $2500 as a result, he does an annoying dance and says they're going to eat "like the lower-middle class to which [they] aspire." Blech. I don't know. As I sort of alluded to before, I like that the overall tone of the show, as well as Veronica's character, is hard-edged and not overly emotional, so to see Colantoni hamming it up at every opportunity is just incongruous and weird and detracts from my viewing enjoyment. (Of course, just being familiar with any sort of "viewing enjoyment" these days is nice. Because...did I mention The Mountain?)
Keith grills two large, juicy steaks out by the pool. Mmm, steak. BOC's "Don't Fear The Reaper" plays. I wanted to avoid making the obvious "more cowbell" joke, but with the steaks on the grill and the fact that at the beginning of the recap I proudly declared my intention to make as many Uranus jokes as I could, I guess I can't. So: more cowbell! Veronica tells Keith about Jake's visit to the motel, and shows him pictures of license plates she wants him to run in an effort to discover the identity of the woman in the motel. Her dad looks at the pictures, and his face noticeably tightens as he crumples them up and throws them on the floor. He tells Veronica to stay away from Jake Kane, and that they're dropping the case. She protests, but he's not having it, and walks off. Nice to leave the photos there for her to pick up, Mr. Investigator.