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Veronica Mars "My boyfriend just…
Veronica Mars"My boyfriend just fled the country with his dead ex-girlfriend's baby. I need a project." Don't worry, Veronica I'm sure there'll be no shortage in your caseload as long as your friends and frenemies continue to be even bigger trouble-magnets than you are. On the friend front, Wallace's culpability in that hobo hit-and-run gets taken care of in record time one fake limo ride and a few switcheroos (of the ex-girlfriend and cell-phone variety) later and our ever-respectable Mr. Fennel seems to be completely off the hook. It's not really that easy, is it? Methinks we might run into browbeating Uncle Rucker and basketball phenom Rashard again before the season's over. As for the frenemies, Logan and Weevil's ongoing Cagney & Lacey act ends about as badly as you'd expect, with Eli taking a serious beating from his (I'm guessing former) band of marauding biker brothers. I'd say Logan gets off easy, but there's still that whole matter of the PCHers having burned down his house. It's clearly Weevil's turn to take one for the team. Other episode high points: Veronica bugs a confessional and gets a little unsolicited counsel from the priest who's so nice they named him twice Patrick Fitzpatrick; fresh leads implicate both Mayor Woody and Jackie's baseball-star dad in the bus crash; and there's so much discussion of dead rats and their accompanying smell that I wonder if I've accidentally flipped over to a PBS adaptation of A Journal of the Plague Year. Here's what it's really all about, though: an indie-rocktastic cameo from Spoon front man Britt Daniel, who serenades our titular heroine with a cover of Elvis Costello's "Veronica," natch. And did you notice that the poor karaoke schmo was the same guy who got one-upped earlier this season by Courtney Taylor-Taylor of the Dandy Warhols? Maybe it's not cool for me to take such joy in his continued romantic misfortune, but when the schadenfreude sounds this good, you just gotta tap your foot and go with it. Chana Shwadlenak