Lucy Sable once was able
to look upon the sea.
But someone got her in the water.
Now that's where she'll always be.
Horseshoe Bay's most infamous Sea Queen
wore her crown for only one night.
Count to five, enjoy the view.
Hope the killer doesn't get you!
People say she still haunts our town.
One, two.
Three, four, five.
You'll never get out of here alive!
You're our Sea Queen, Nancy Drew.
Seriously, guys?
- Yeah, put it on there. - Yeah. You have to put it on the gravestone,
or else it's not official.
Come on.
Now you're one of them.
- Ooh! You are now. - All hail the Sea Queen.
Yeah. All hail the Sea Queen.
I totally got you.
Hey, are you all right?
Look like you saw a ghost.
But I don't believe in ghosts.
I believe in looking for the truth.
Hey, where are you going?
My parents called it curiosity.
Said I was just born that way.
But I know that's not the whole story.
It's just a dream, sweetheart. Here, take Mommy's flashlight.
It wasn't a dream.
But what was it?
After that night, I began to chase the shadows.
And Horseshoe Bay had a lot of them.
Rose?!
- Rose? - Rose?
Rose?
Want every vehicle cleared!
When a local child went missing,
the whole town went looking,
but I'm the one who saved her.
I found Rose Turnbull behind a hidden staircase.
I ended up getting grounded, but it didn't matter.
I was hooked.
Mysteries were everywhere, and I loved solving them.
It was more than just a hobby.
It was part of who I was.
We'll get a second opinion in Boston.
Dad? Mom, what's wrong?
Mom?
But then life dropped a real mystery into my lap.
One that couldn't be solved.
_
I don't go searching in the dark anymore.
Not after the darkness found me.
? Hey, hey, hey, everything's better in time... ?
His name is Ned Nickerson,
but he goes by Nick,
which is definitely the right call.
No offense to all the Neds out there.
All I know is that when I'm with him,
I don't think of anything else,
and that's a good thing.
Sorry. I, uh, never do this.
Huh. You say that every time.
Also never thought I'd be wearing this.
I'm not exactly where I thought I'd be, either.
And that would be freshman tailback
for University of Florida,
which is where I'm from, if you're curious.
You don't ask a lot of questions, do you?
What can I say?
Girls love mystery.
? Everything's right on time... ?
You have a customer!
? Supersonic girl ?
? Bouncing off the satellite... ?
Hard to believe that was me a year ago.
Or maybe what's harder to believe
is, this is me now.
- Hey, Nancy. - Hey, guys.
At least until this time next year.
? Something for everybody ?
? Got something... ?
Ooh, look who's late.
- Getting to be a habit. - Sorry.
As I'm sure you're aware, this isn't high school.
You work for me now.
Super aware, George.
100% total awareness
every time you bring it up.
George Fan, manager.
Former high school classmate, major holder of grudges.
- One of which is apparently against me. - Drew!
Clam chowder, table eight. Gosh...
I'll tell you about it some other time.
? Got something for everybody ?
? Got something ?
? For everyone ?
? Got something for everybody... ?
Hey, what happened to all the crackers?
My bad.
Ace. No last name that I know of.
It's part of his whole "Zen and the Art of Dishwashing".
But at least he doesn't judge me
for tanking my grades last year
and bailing on the college applications.
Or maybe he forgot I told him about that
during one of his smoke breaks.
This is your salad fork,
and this is your fork for your main course.
Can I interest you in an amuse-bouche?
I told you, they get one fork.
And keep your bouche shut. It amuses no one.
Bess Marvin. Not from around here.
As if the Cartier watch and Chanel flats
didn't give it away.
Taking a gap year from life in the city,
crashing with her rich aunt in a mansion by the bluffs...
Ay-ay.
... and not a natural at the hospitality game.
? Something for everybody. ?
_
What's that for?
I'm recording the fireworks.
It's the, uh... it's the first year
since I was little that my family
hasn't been able to watch them together.
And this way you can when you get off work.
That is so sweet.
Um, actually...
Oh, my God.
Sorry, we're closing early today for the parade.
Um, we could stay open a little longer.
Mr. Hudson.
Welcome to The Claw.
I don't believe that you've been in here before.
Thank you. We need a, uh, quiet table
for a private conversation.
Of course. Right this way.
Gentlemen.
Bess, do the fork thing.
Ryan Hudson, heir to his family's business empire,
carrying on their tradition of summering in Horseshoe Bay.
And, uh, can you bring something to my wife?
She's outside in the car.
Oh, your wife is here?
Yeah. Uh, and make sure it doesn't have a bun...
um, salt, sauce.
basically anything that makes it taste remotely good.
Got it.
This is your salad fork,
and this is your fork for your main course.
Wife needs food. I need a minute.
Little help, please.
Since when does George need help with anything?
This place isn't the Hamptons.
No, it's not the Vineyard, it's...
Do you remember that town in Jaws?
Yeah, it's like that, but with no shark.
At least the shark made things exciting.
I got to go.
Is this okay?
Can you bring me a glass of white?
Crisp and mineral-y, no oak.
- I know just the vintage. - Yeah.
- Please tell me this isn't the last box. - Sorry, I was thirsty.
I will go check the storeroom.
I'm growing on her.
Like a fungus, Ace.
It wasn't me.
Pull out your phone.
As I was saying...
I'll be right back.
The whole marina's out.
Mrs. Hudson?
Hello?
Mrs. Hudson?
Oh, my God.
Help!
Someone?
Help!
- Nancy? - What happened?
You okay?
Whoa.
She's dead.
So, what do you five have to say?
I'd ask you to check the cameras in the storeroom,
because I'd totally be on there, time stamped,
looking for wine.
But we don't have any cameras in the storeroom.
I was in the ladies' room, and it's a single stall,
so, yeah... by myself.
I already said the repair shop was closed.
I figured that implied it was empty.
That's why I was headed here for dinner.
Ryan Hudson can verify my whereabouts.
I delivered food to him and his friends
when the lights went out.
Yeah, since the waitresses were nowhere to be seen.
Not that I think they did anything wrong.
I found her.
My fingerprints will be on her plate.
Other than the person who may have done this,
I believe I was the last one to see her alive.
Ace here has an alibi.
- What? - Bring the rest down to the station.
Tell Mr. Hudson and his friends they are free to leave.
Why don't they let us go already?
They're trying to decide if we're just witnesses
or if they have enough to charge us.
Charge us? With what?
The death of Tiffany Hudson.
Hey, Nancy.
Karen. Hi. Um, I was just...
She's "Detective Hart" in here, FYI.
Can we go now?
We've told you all we know. We're not suspects.
I disagree with your opinion.
I'm looking at a decent four-pack.
Town screwup, ex-con, city girl, and...
Nancy Drew.
Why does he say your name like that?
She used to complicate my job.
You mean do it for you?
Ah, Ms. Fan.
I haven't thrown your mom in the drunk tank this month.
- How's she doing? Say hi. - Mm.
And for the rest of you...
It-it was one count of shoplifting.
I never did any hard time.
Didn't say you did.
- But good to know. - By "ex-con",
I meant him.
Happened when I was a minor.
Record's sealed, and time served.
You never told me you went to jail.
One of the many things you never asked about.
Oh... so this is a thing.
What concerns me is why you aren't questioning Ryan Hudson.
In a case like this, you have to look to the husband first.
Thanks for setting me straight.
Maybe you can share more of your theories in my office.
Everyone else, you can go.
There were no signs of trauma,
so maybe Tiffany had a health condition
or a drug problem.
I mean, maybe foul play isn't even involved.
We're pretty sure it is.
911. What's the nature of your emergency?
Help me. Please.
Please. I'm at The Claw.
No!
Hello? Hello?
Ma'am, are you there?
Where were you when this happened?
I didn't see anyone, I swear.
I believe you, Nancy.
Look, I loved your mom like a sister,
and I know you wouldn't do this.
But a socialite killed on parade night,
we-we have to solve this case fast.
It's not...
Her ring.
She was wearing it
when I first came out,
but not when I found her on the ground.
Yeah, well, someone like Tiffany Hudson
would have a very nice ring.
Could be a game changer for anybody.
Maybe help your dad.
Medical bills do add up.
Wow.
So now my mom dying is somehow a motive for murder.
And I thought you wanted my help.
Look, if you're not charging me,
then I believe I'm free to go.
But don't go too far. You're still a suspect.
So are your friends.
They're not my friends.
Karen was totally out of line calling you.
I didn't ask for a lawyer.
How about a father?
You're still living under my roof.
That's more than I can say for you.
- I've just been buried at work. - Poor word choice,
- given recent events. - Hey,
you know how much I treasured your mom,
but that doesn't mean, now that she's gone,
I don't have to attend to everything I neglected.
Does that include your daughter?
Nancy.
At least let me drive you home.
That went well.
It was a conversation.
You guys have to start somewhere.
Lucy Sable once was able
to look upon the sea,
but someone got her in the water,
now that's where she'll always be.
Sorry, Mom. I tried to record the fireworks,
but all I got was...
Wait a second.
Oh!
Sorry, gets me every time.
Tiffany Hudson,
murdered by a ghost.
Okay, you've seen it three times. Can I have it back?
You're the one who asked for our opinion.
Because I thought you would help me
find another explanation.
I think my girl Bess nailed it.
Not your girl. Never will be.
And not just any ghost.
Dead Lucy.
Okay, not sure she's a credible alternative suspect here, Ace.
You all know this ghost?
Lucy Sable. She was crowned Sea Queen
in the year 2000.
Disappeared after the celebration,
never seen again.
Blood on the rocks,
a little scrap of her pink dress.
It's definitely her.
Except definitely not.
Ghosts aren't real, Bess.
You guys, Lucy gets blamed
for a lot of stuff around here.
Kid puts a baseball through a window.
Dead Lucy.
Wife finds a strange earring in bed,
husband blames Lucy.
Never had a murder pinned on her, though.
Unlike us.
Welcome to The Claw.
Glad that murder didn't affect your appetite.
I'm just here for coffee.
Usually, Nancy brings me one,
but this morning she didn't show.
I thought maybe learning about my past
might have scared her off.
I thought that you were gonna wait for me
at the police station so you could explain...
more fully and in private.
You had no problem talking about my sex life
- back in high school. - I never spread any of those rumors.
No. You just listened to your friends and smiled. Right?
- Customer wanted coffee. - I think he changed his mind.
Oh.
Nancy?
Nick and I are seeing each other.
He seems to have an issue with me
not acknowledging this publicly,
and has decided that now is the time to rectify this.
Consider it rectified.
I feel much better.
Other than the fact that we're all murder suspects,
even though the real culprit is probably Ryan Hudson.
- No. - I can't believe he's behind it.
Why? 'Cause he's rich?
I'm with Nancy.
Look at the husband first.
We need evidence of his motive.
Which we'd find where?
In their house.
In their room. Husband and wife, it's an intimate relationship.
I mean, to start, were they even sharing a bed?
Well, if she liked her sex like she liked her fish...
that'd be dry and flavorless...
so I would say nope.
- Mean. - But relevant.
Is either of them on medication?
Is there a secret cell phone? Is there a new will?
A post-nup? An insurance policy?
Gambling debt. A strange addiction.
- I thought you were Team Ghost. - I am Team Ghost.
Is the stolen ring evidence of a botched robbery?
Or is that what it's supposed to look like?
Exactly.
Except I don't do this anymore.
I just... uh, I just meant that that's where I would start.
If I was gonna start something. But I'm sure...
the police can figure it out on their own.
Hey there. Good morning.
Think she'll change her mind?
Not sure.
She's been different since her mom died.
This is it.
The home of Ryan
and "not killed by a ghost" Tiffany Hudson.
Breaking and entering. Just like riding a bike.
If you can see anything...
Nancy.
There's something over there.
I'll take a look.
Go ahead and reset the alarm that, uh...
- Hey. - Nick? What the hell?
- Shh. Security company. - Yeah, I know.
- Back door? - Yep.
This way.
Down here.
No.
- Nancy. Come on. - My hat.
I didn't take you for such a badass.
You think that guy killed his wife,
and you break into his house?
Yeah. To try and help our case.
What were you doing there, following me?
Hearing you talk today, thought you might
do something dangerous.
And you know what? You're welcome.
Because, yes, I have a record.
And, yes, I put myself at risk going in there.
Why?
Because it was worth it.
Thought you said your dad would be at work.
Uh, he is. That's my mom's car.
Doesn't run, or I'd be driving it.
? Hey ?
? What's the point of this? ?
If you ever want to talk about your mom,
- or anything... - My mom?
Who told you?
Nancy...
I like you. Okay?
And I'll tell you about my past
if you tell me about yours.
Hey.
Whenever you're ready.
But I'm never going to be ready.
Wait, I don't, I don't, I don't think it's a good idea for us
to start anything serious.
Um... I mean, this time next year, I'll be in college.
And what? I'll still be here?
Fixing boats in Horseshoe Bay, going nowhere fast?
- Nick, that's not what I meant. - Yeah, yeah.
- Maybe you're right. - I'm sorry.
See, this is why it's better not to talk!
If you ask George Fan for help,
she will never let you forget it.
So, George... you come from a long line of fishermen.
Also alcoholics and highly fertile teenage moms.
- That's a mariner's good luck charm. - Yeah,
I looked it up online. There's not a lot of info.
Oh. So you're seeking my expert opinion?
Like, I know more than you?
In this limited area of ocean-themed jewelry, yes.
Girlfriends would put messages in the charm.
When their guys were out at sea,
they would dissolve the seal in salt water to find the note.
Where'd you get it?
In the place where it was being kept.
- By the person who owned it. - Who owned it?
Tiffany Hudson.
You broke into Ryan's house?!
It was a spur-of-the-moment thing.
You stole Tiffany's jewelry?
Coming from the known ex-felon.
It was a misdemeanor, and I'm just saying,
- I'm impressed. - Hate to admit it, but so am I.
I'm impressed, too.
It was in a hidden compartment in Tiffany's nightstand.
With a note.
"For your protection"? From what?
And who's H.G.?
We got to crack this thing open.
I bet there's a clue inside.
Where are you going? That's mine.
Technically stolen property.
This is why I work alone.
- Yo, can I come with you? - No, you cannot.
- Hey, can I come with you? - Hey... No.
- Hey, can I come with you? - No.
Ugh!
- It works. - Don't sound so surprised.
Too bad there's nothing but junk inside.
It isn't junk.
I've seen this before.
Wait, there's an address on here.
725 Gallows Lane.
It's a medium.
Medium what?
Oh! Because Tiffany was being haunted.
Wait. Maybe Tiffany was like Bess.
If she believed in ghosts, she could've tried
to communicate with one.
Or protect herself from one.
Even though that's crazy. Also like Bess.
If this medium met with Tiffany for any reason,
that's a lead worth following.
Then, great, let's go.
Uh, guys? I, uh...
tend to do these sorts of things by myself.
You wouldn't even know about that medium
if it wasn't for my extensive knowledge of maritime lore.
Plus... you don't believe in ghosts,
which a medium will pick up on right away.
Admit it, Drew.
We're helpful.
I admit nothing.
Just follow my lead.
Can you just tell us
about Tiffany Hudson?
A s�ance isn't necessary. And...
if I could just ask you a few questions?
I brought a notepad.
Nancy, just sit down and let her do her little show.
Just ask her questions after.
- It's ridiculous. - It's awesome.
It was expensive.
Best not to keep the dead waiting.
Now you can ask your questions to Tiffany directly.
Oh.
Do you ever moisturize?
- Shut up. - Don't break the circle.
Stay focused.
Close your eyes.
Now breathe together.
In... and out.
In a welcoming state.
- Tiffany. - Tiffany.
Tiffany.
Repeat after me. Spirit... we welcome you.
Spirit, we welcome you.
Breathe it.
Mean it. Let her in.
- Spirit, we welcome you! - We have many questions.
But first...
do you have anything you'd like to say to us?
Find the dress. Find the dress.
Find the dress!
Get out.
That wasn't supposed to happen.
- What? What wasn't? - I heard a voice, from the dead.
You're a medium. Occupational hazard.
Whose voice? Whose dress?
That wasn't Tiffany.
That was Dead Lucy.
It's a black hat. Could be anyone's.
It's cashmere. Cable stitched.
Kate knit it for Nancy when she went
on that sixth grade camping trip to Shadow Ranch.
Not to mention the long red hair inside.
You found this at Ryan Hudson's house,
and now it's here on my coffee table.
Yes. I took it from a crime scene
- and now I'm giving it to you to destroy. - Karen,
- you could lose your job. - And Nancy
could lose a hell of a lot more.
I don't think she had anything to do
with Tiffany Hudson's murder.
But trying to prove her innocence
is gonna end up making her guilty.
I don't know what to say.
How about you let me make sure
no one ever finds this?
Hey.
Thank you.
What the hell?
Nancy.
Karen was here with evidence
that you broke into Ryan Hudson's house.
And as my lawyer, you're willing to do anything to protect me?
Don't turn this around on me.
Your father is worried about you, Nancy, and so am I.
Not just as a police officer but as a friend.
A friend?
Is that what you are?
Is that what you were to my mom?
This isn't how I wanted you to find out.
That makes two of us.
- I'm gonna go. - Actually, don't bother.
I was just leaving.
Need to get myself some new legal representation.
If only I could get myself a new father, too!
Nancy!
Let me explain! Nancy!
All this time, I thought you were devastated,
- and instead you were hooking up? - You're right.
I haven't been honest about Karen.
I was trying not to upset you, which I realize I still did,
so... let's talk about it.
Okay? All of it.
There's nothing to talk about.
I'll reapply for school and get the hell out of here,
and you can get back to your secret life.
Nancy.
Wait!
Nancy?
You okay?
Yeah, totally. Hi.
I've wanted to believe that this isn't my life.
That I'm not here,
that my mom isn't dead,
that Columbia is not just a pipe dream.
But all of those things are true.
This is my life...
and...
the only thing
making it any better
is you.
I want to get to know you.
I have so many questions.
When I heard my knee pop, I knew it was over.
Scholarships, future, all of it.
For a long time, thought my life was done.
Maybe things are starting to turn around.
So was that before or after
you went to jail?
You know what? It's okay.
You don't have to tell me now.
Why?
'Cause girls love mystery?
Because I can wait until you're ready.
I'm sure you have a million questions.
Nope, only one.
I saw who just dropped you off.
What are you doing with Ned Nickerson?
- What do you know about Nick? - More than you do,
clearly.
Look,
I know I've screwed up, let you down,
and maybe my words don't mean much to you,
but if they mean anything, please listen to me.
Stay away from that kid.
Oh, my God.
Were you his lawyer?
You know I couldn't discuss it, even if I was.
That's totally a yes.
Just trust me on this.
I'm late.
Let's talk later?
A real talk?
_
Come on.
Like I was ever seriously considering not opening it.
_
Manslaughter?
"Defendant was found guilty
after the testimony of a single key witness...
... Tiffany Hudson."
Let's see if we can get this thing running again.
Great.
I can't believe I missed the signs.
Nick may be a really good kisser,
but he's also a real suspect...
with a real motive for killing Tiffany Hudson.
Revenge.
Let's face it, we all have secrets.
The truth is,
everyone who was at The Claw that night is a suspect.
Hi.
George,
it's way too soon for this.
Too soon for what?
I'm not in high school anymore, and you're not married.
Come on.
The last time that happened, it was not good.
Lucy Sable once was able
to look upon the sea.
But someone got her
in the water.
Now that's where she'll always be.
Count to five,
enjoy the view.
Hope the killer doesn't get you!
It's just a trunk, sweetie.
One,
two, three, four, five.
You'll never get out of here alive!
Find the dress. Find the dress.
Find the dress.
Why is it always the ones you love most...
... who have the most to hide?
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