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Are you insane?

Do you have any idea what you've done?

The bag goes back on as
easily as it comes off.

All I want to hear from you

is how you killed Celia and why.

What?

Was I not loud enough?

You murdered her. Where's the weapon?

Celia's dead?

This guy. I told you,

we're gonna have to make him talk.

Gil Bobbsey.

Stole a limo, helped out
with a kidnapping. Perfect.

If you wanted to join
your father in prison,

well, mission accomplished.

This guy killed his wife

because she was keeping you,
his granddaughter, a secret.

All right? What do you think he does

when he finds out my dad's been
telling anyone who'll listen

- about his Black Crown tape?
- Gil, I have it covered.

Just had a thought over here, kids.

I don't believe a word you said.

Celia's dead?

Prove it.

Gil, give me your phone.

This is a photo

that I texted Gil from the crime scene.

Do you believe me now?

She's dead,

and I'm going to bring you to justice

so we can all finally breathe again.

I'm not gonna let him
do anything to your dad.

So go get changed. Please.

Don't be afraid to crank it.

Where am I?

The home of one of your many victims.

Lucy Sable.

Seemed fitting for what comes next.

And what comes next?

This is the confession
of Everett Hudson.

Nancy? Carson? Anyone?

Celia Hudson was just found murdered.

I just heard. Nancy, it's me again.

Please call me when you get this.

- Nancy didn't come home last night?
- No, she didn't.

But if I'm Nancy, I have to
wonder if Everett learned

Celia was keeping his secret
granddaughter from him...

And then murdered
Celia in a fit of rage.

And to protect herself,
Nancy goes off the grid.

Which is a good plan, I hope.

Oh, you're scrapbooking.

- Oh, this calms me down, too.
- No, no, no.

I wasn't scrapbooking and
it's not calming me down.

I was trying to understand this.

Hey, what's wrong with her?

I have no idea.

I took this of her last night

before she left for Everett's party.

But it's not the camera. Look.

- It's her.
- Oh, my gosh.

You kids...

you see things like this
quite often, don't you?

Yeah.

I wish we didn't, but...

we do.

Mm. Oh.

Hello.

Morning.

Is this creepy?

Mm, a little bit.

But...

also kinda cute.

Mm.

Mm...

Mm.

Mm.

Don't you want to know why
I was watching you sleep?

Because last night Everett caught
Val and Ryan on camera

looking for the Black Crown tape.

Okay, you say that like
Everett won't want to kill

the people hunting for footage
of him actually killing someone.

Ryan made sure Val was safe and
I wasn't caught on camera.

Still. Maybe you should
leave town for a while.

Then who will watch you sleep?

_

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

What?

One of my tenants, Jake
Cazine, filed a complaint

saying the youth center I
want to open in the building

will, uh, cause economic
hardship for his café.

Probably 'cause you
want to tear down that wall.

- No one wants construction near their business.
- Great.

The last thing I need is for
my center to get caught up

in never-ending grievances.

I thought being landlord means
you get to do whatever you want.

Yeah, well, Jake still
has tenant rights.

I could be fighting endless red tape

if I don't get him to drop this.

Not covering your shift, Bess.

No, George, have you heard from Nancy?

Not covering hers, either.

No, listen, Carson thinks
Nancy might be in trouble.

Can you come to the Historical Society?

And bring Nick.

Okay? Please?

What's going on?

Um, unspecified crisis from Bess.

All hands on deck?

I'll talk to Jake later.

No. No, you can't.

You need to focus on you for a change.

I'll take care of Bess.

You take care of Jake.

Show him what you're about.

- You're the best.
- Mm.

That's what I keep telling everyone.

Okay, I'll start.

You slaughtered 12 men
on the Bonny Scot.

You murdered your own accountant

and made it look like a suicide,

even set up a slush fund
in your son's name

so that he would take
the fall for your crimes.

If you agree, say nothing.

This recording

will never hold up in court...
I'm under duress.

Mm, good thing it's
never going to court.

It is, however, going

to multiple law enforcement agencies

to give them a running start,

once you tell me who
you paid to kill Celia

and what your motive was.

But I think we know the answer
to that one already, don't we?

More dime-store fiction

that I flew off into a murderous
rage when I heard

that she had been keeping

Ryan's illegitimate daughter a secret?

You can stop acting like
there's any reasonable doubt,

because there is no doubt
here, there is only the truth.

The truth

is that I had no idea
you were my grandchild

until you told me.

And I didn't kill my wife.

Why do you seem more
upset over an accusation

than you do about your own wife's death?

Maybe because you seem
upset enough for both of us.

Which is strange.

How well did you actually know Celia?

- Well enough.
- Ah.

Well, you certainly
sought her out, didn't you?

How did you gain her sympathy?

Did you play on her weakness

for anything connected
to her darling son?

Or were you using the
mother-sized hole in your life

to emotionally manipulate her?

Or was it both?

If you agree, say nothing.

You used Lucy Sable's one-night stand

and Kate Drew's cancer death
to make yourself an heiress.

Never say their names again.

Very sorry for your loss.

These are your mother's
personal effects.

Thank you.

Where's my father?

I was hoping you knew.

His limo was seen on the
west side of town last night.

No sign of him since.

I'd like to talk to him.

Yeah, I bet you would.

Because he did this.

He's killed before. There's a videotape.

You're serious?

- Who'd he kill?
- I don't know.

Okay? But I...

I haven't seen the video tape.

But it exists. Trust me.

Sounds like you want to confess.

You're running out of time.

Surely someone noticed a limousine

driving through the worst part of town.

The police are out looking for a man

they think killed his wife.

What's gonna happen
when they track me down?

Gag him. We don't
need to listen to this.

You don't think your boyfriend here

is gonna sell you out,
say it was all your idea?

He's a Bobbsey.

Watch him for me.

I'll be right back.

Whoa, hey, Nancy, where are you going?

Listen to me, my dad's
life is on the line.

Which is why the only way I
let Everett walk out of here

is in handcuffs.

He killed Celia. If he
doesn't want to confess,

then I'll go find the proof myself.

Okay, Howard.

Help me finish what you started.

Any luck finding Nancy?

I'm working on it.

How's Mr. D holding up?

I mean, yeah, he's fine. He's received

a crash course in the supernatural.

Based on Nancy's appearance and bruises,

I believe she has some
sort of living hex or curse.

Do you have any more photos
of her looking like this?

Yeah. We just printed off
the most recent pictures

of Nancy from my phone. Look.

Those marks on her face.

The same markings, only smaller.

Okay, keep looking.

Go through all of your photos.

If we can figure out
when the affliction began,

- then maybe we...
- Ace found Nancy.

I'm sending

Mr. D her right location now.

- You get it?
- Yeah.

Jake.

- Hey.
- Hey, Nick.

- How's it going?
- Uh, not great, actually.

I got your discretionary review
for economic hardship

in the mail. Look, I-I promise you,

construction will be minimal
on the wall I want to tear down.

I appreciate that, except
it's not about the wall.

Oh. Then what is it?

Because, you know, I-I'd
really like to pay it forward

- to the kids who need it.
- That's just it.

Do we really know these kids?

Well, you know me.

Right? I-I was one of these kids

that could now use my
help who just need a...

They just need a second chance
to make a life for themselves.

You were able to move on
and-and start a life in a...

a good, traditional town.

I want to keep this town good and...

traditional.

It's not you I have
a problem with, Nick.

You're one of the good ones.

- Right. Okay. One of the good ones?
- Um...

I just... I don't want
my customers to feel...

uncomfortable.

You understand.

Uh, no.

No. No.

No, I don't.

Because, uh, youth center or not,

there's still gonna be
kids in our community

who need a place to go.

You know, we-we can make a
difference with-with outreach,

like-like Old Navy's This Way
ONward job program.

We can mentor them and
give them life skills

that you and I, we take for granted.

Yeah.

All right, should we just do nothing?

Huh? Wait for them to screw up?

You're right.

You're right. I get it.

Tell you what. How about I
donate to your youth center?

That would be amazing.

As long as it's not in this town.

Jake.

Okay. Studies show...

Honestly, Nick, you can
prove it to me up and down.

You're never gonna change my mind.

They can get help
someplace else. Just...

not here.

Hey, Jimmy.

You got to try the pumpkin pie.

Very clever.

What are you up to?

This is your hit man account, Everett.

Where is the money, you psychopath?

That can't be right.

Don't overdo it.

It's tough to pee without your hands,

and that part of the gig,
I did not sign up for.

Thank you.

And I hope you didn't take
my earlier outburst to heart.

My mind is not the clearest.

But what I do know

is that you are your father's son,

and Bertram is a truly stand-up guy.

You know, he never once asked me

to use my influence to
get him out of prison,

which is a shame.

Because I do have influence.

A man like me could get
your father released.

And then what?

Hmm?

You're gonna kill him

the same way you killed your accountant?

You know, it seems like

the best thing for my father...

- ... is for you to just disappear.
- Is it?

Or would it be better for him

if I provided the means
for you and your sister

to get out of that trailer
park and start a new life?

I don't want your father dead.

I want him quiet.

And his long-term happiness
achieves that as well.

With a significant upside for you.

How much money?

Give me a number.

Connor, it's Tamura. Do
we have a time of death

- for Celia Hudson yet?
- We do.

Mm, looks like her body was discovered

22 hours postmortem. Give or take.

22 hours.

So she was killed long
before guests would have used

the yacht club parking
lot for Everett's party.

Yeah, judging by the state of rig...

Gil, we got to talk.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Hey.

- Listen, I found us a way out of this.
- I have an offer.

Screw your offer.

- I don't know what he told you...
- It's not what it looks like.

Just let me explain.

Thank God.

You killed her.

- Son, I've never been...
- Ryan?

You killed her!

What are you...

I'm sorry, Ryan.
I know that Celia was...

I don't want to think about her.

I want to think about him.

How did you find us?

Tamura told me.

His limo was last seen on the west side,

and what other connection
does he have to the west side

but Lucy Sable? Don't-don't panic.

Okay? I figured it out first.

Tamura doesn't know about the history.

We got some time till he catches up.

So, what's the plan?

Get Everett to confess.

I went looking for proof.
I have Howard's laptop.

Okay. So, w-we need to access

whatever accounts he had put in my name,

and then we need to trace the money

- to whatever hit man he...
- Right,

but there are no recent payments.

What do you mean, there's
no recent payments?

It-it doesn't clear him,
still. It doesn't.

M-Maybe he hasn't paid yet.

Right. 'Cause you know
hit men who work on spec.

Or maybe he didn't use your
account for payment this time.

Or he paid in cash.

There has to be a money trail.

Unless Everett murdered Celia himself,

but that's not his usual M.O.

No.

Was there anything o-on
the computer? A-Any clues?

Nothing that'll take Everett down.

What are you not saying?

I read Everett and Celia's prenup.

He forfeits any right to
Celia's family's estate

if she's ever murdered.

Okay, but...

if he had her murdered,

he'd make it look like an accident.

- I know. Right?
- Just like he did with-with Howard,

with all the murders
that he's involved in.

Look, he doesn't inherit anything

if she's murdered, right?

Why would he pass on a fortune?

- It just... It just doesn't add up.
- Well, it will.

I just need a little more time.

No, it won't.

I should've let him go
when I had the chance.

Do you really think that
Everett was gonna pay you?

You really think he would
fold up and confess? Huh?

That was a stupid plan.

- Hey, back off, okay?
- It was a plan

- you agreed to.
- Yes, because you said

you could protect my dad by
bringing Everett to justice.

But now you're wrong about Everett

and I get to end up in
prison for kidnapping.

He killed Celia.

I will find the evidence.

Trust me.

You won't.

Because it doesn't exist.

And even you are starting to believe me,

aren't you?

Can I ask you

a non-Nancy-curse-related question?

- Sure.
- Okay.

So, I have this friend

who is hosting the
spirit of a dead lady.

- Go on.
- We were recently told

that my friend's life line

is now merging with this woman's.

Um, Nodette.

Problem is Nodette's life
line was violent and short,

and my friend was told

that if she doesn't sever
the connection between them,

her life line

will also be shortened.

But that-that's crazy.

- Right?
- How old was Nodette when she died?

- 22.
- Well,

when two souls are intertwined,

the average is weighted
towards the spirit.

So your friend probably has
no more than a decade left.

I'm sorry, George.

Detective Tamura,

could I borrow you for a second?

Yeah. I could actually use your help.

You're a car guy, right?

Do you know what kind of car
this taillight might belong to?

Oh.

Oh, yeah, that's def...

Definitely a really common taillight

that, um, is easily confused

with taillights from...

any number of cars.

Or boats.

Got it. Oh, well.

Thought I'd take a shot,
you know? Have a seat.

_

So you needed something? Is it urgent?

- Uh... yeah.
- _

Yeah, it is. Um...

how serious were you
when you said you wanted

to help reform this police department?

I'm having an issue with a tenant.

Look, you keep bringing up Everett,

but maybe someone else wanted her dead.

No offense.

No offense taken. It's the truth.

Celia didn't have enemies.
She had garden parties.

Exactly. And this killing
was cold and vindictive.

Even ritualistic.

Somebody was sending a message.

And the way that her body was posed...

I've-I've seen... I've seen
something like that before.

Her body was posed like Icarus.

Uh, what now?

Greek mythology.

Guy who put on wings, he
flew too close to the sun,

- you know...
- He reached too far, paid the price,

fell to his death.

So what are you saying?

You saying that Celia
paid a price for something?

Yesterday, Celia was
obsessing over this list.

Oh, God. I made such a
mistake with the list.

I thought it was the...

I thought it was the guest
list for Everett's party,

but what if the...

What if it was the list of
names she got for me?

You got the list back from Celia?

What-what list? What names?

Celia did something risky for me.

There was this list of witnesses.

Whistleblowers.

I couldn't let it get
in the wrong hands.

Whose hands?

This secret organization
called The Road Back.

Celia...

went up against The Road Back?

- Who are they?
- A powerful group

with infinite means
and unflagging resolve.

The general public have
no idea they even exist.

A scarce few know
that they're out there.

But The Road Back wouldn't
hesitate to make an example

of anyone who angered them.

And they'd be very clear

that they were the ones who were angry.

If it was them, they would have
left an actual calling card,

as well... their marker.

Like a symbol?

Look. Police left this for me.

It's Celia's stuff.

I thought it was weird that she was

carrying around pocket change,
but then I saw the symbol,

and I didn't know what it was.

That's the symbol for The Road Back.

So it wasn't Everett.

Surprise.

But guess what.

The person responsible is here.

Because if Celia hadn't
helped Nancy with that list,

she wouldn't have earned
retribution from The Road Back.

Your grandmother was brutally murdered

to send a message to you.

Hey.

I got Celia killed.

- No. No, you didn't.
- Mm-hmm.

- She was doing a favor for me.
- A favor?

You were doing this to save Ace's life.

She was doing this

to keep her son of a bitch
husband out of jail.

That's how she did business.

If I had known then,
Ryan, I would have...

How could you have known what
The Road Back was capable of?

You couldn't.

She did.

And those were the
choices that she made.

How do I get justice for her?

Maybe you don't.

Maybe you just add it to the list,

and you focus on what you
came to get justice for.

- For Everett?
- Yeah.

- I was wrong about him.
- No, you weren't wrong.

Nancy, don't forget who my father is.

You tied up the right guy.

You just tied him up
for the wrong murder.

Hey, Jake.

Hey, Nick.

Glad I caught you.

I just, uh...

I wanted to thank you
for helping me understand

the real reason behind your complaint.

Aw, don't worry about it.

- You got a good heart.
- Yup.

But I lost focus,

and I made the mistake
of thinking my goal

was to change your small mind.

- Excuse me?
- See...

I always think that

I have to go through people like you,

like I've had to do before.

Like those who came
before me have had to do

because they had no other choice.

But I have the means and the privilege

to do things that they couldn't.

- Like find a way around you.
- Okay.

I, uh, see what you're doing here.

You're trying to make
me the bad guy, and I...

No, no, no, no, no. No. No.

You are the bad guy.

But that's beside my point.

What I'm trying to get you
to see is that building

across the street there, because

I just bought it for my youth center.

I'm rich, Jake.

Very rich.

And according to the zoning committee,

because the youth center's
gonna be more than 50 feet

away from your café,

you have no say

if, when or how it gets built.

You know, I, uh,

just want to keep

this neighborhood safe.

Then you'll be happy to know I partnered

with Horseshoe Bay PD.

And they are also committed

to reinvesting in at-risk kids.

Was setting up your center
in the next town over

really that big of a deal?

Allowing kids to thrive
in their own community...

is a big deal.

Letting them know that
they belong here...

is a big deal.

And setting up a rival café
in my new building...

... that's gonna be a huge deal.

So, good luck, Jake.

So this Road Back...

what are you gonna do about
them killing your wife?

I mean, you're a powerful man.

How do you think you survive long enough

to become a powerful man?

Banish emotion, pick your fights.

Understand when you have leverage

and when you're outmatched.

I'm so sorry, Gil, for
bringing you into this.

I messed it all up.

Are we about done?

My hands are beginning to numb.

It's our favorite detective.

We need to know what they know.

Answer it, but don't give anything away.

Yeah.

Oh, is this really necessary?

Hey, Detective. You got any news?

It's a long shot, but I
found a broken taillight

by the yacht club.
I believe it's from a car

that belongs to Nancy Drew.

Know anything about that?

Uh, no. No, I don't. I-I'm sorry.

Hmm. Any chance you've seen Nancy today?

No, no. Have not...

have not seen her today, no.

Right.

Put Nancy on.

Detective, you seem very concerned
about my brake lights.

I appreciate it, but they are fine.

When did you and Ryan get so close?

That's a weird question.

What, do you want in
on our book club or something?

Well, I'm curious, since you're the one

who got his father arrested for murder,

and then abruptly
recanted your testimony,

which seemed kind of coerced.

And you had to know it would
spring Everett from jail,

and now he's the prime suspect
in his wife's murder.

Sorry, you're-you're
kind of breaking up.

Hey, Nancy...

put Everett on.

- Plan C.
- Okay. What's Plan C?

Gil and I agreed that if Everett didn't

walk out of here in handcuffs,
he didn't walk out of here.

Wh... You...

you can't be serious.

It was an idea, okay? We never...

You said it yourself, Ryan.

He's a murderer.

Not Celia's, but he killed someone

- on that Black Crown tape.
- Okay, but come on...

Imagine your life without your father.

No one else ever gets hurt or killed

because of him again.

Can I just... can I talk to you

in private, please?

You know that I am right...

it's obvious what needs to be done.

Does your offer still stand?

You know, now that your granddaughter

is about to convince your son

- to get rid of you,
- The sooner we get this over with, the better.

I'm thinking I have leverage.

Like you said, we
didn't tie up the wrong guy.

Yeah, I said that because
I thought you were trying

to get a confession,
not trying to kill him.

They're not bruises. They're claw marks.

Look. I think this is the same thing

that's happening to Nancy.

Parasitic Entities? Oh, fantastic.

She has a supernatural
parasite attached to her.

An entity feeding off of her life force.

If it's already this bad...

Then Nancy only has a few days to live.

What? No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I re-I refuse to accept that.

I-I've seen parasites.
Parasites can be removed.

What-what... How did the people

in this book recover?

They didn't.

They all died.

- These are their death photos.
- No.

No. No, I, too, refuse to accept that.

Not today, Satan.

I am sick of supernatural freeloaders

cutting our lives short.

We just need to expose
which loser parasite

is attached to Nancy.

Without a clear image of
the parasite, we can't.

There is no camera
that I know of that can

capture one at the
exact visual wavelength

that reveals its true being.

Then we make a new camera.

Good news.

I know a guy.

Okay.

- What's going on?
- Hey.

Nancy has a supernatural
parasite attached to her,

and I was hoping we could
use the same technology

as your ghost goggles

to create a ghost camera
to get a clear photo of it

so we can figure out what
it is and save Nancy's life.

Say what, now?

_

Well, what do we have here?

The Black Crown tape.

Clever ruse, son.

So I'm guessing it wasn't your idea.

You tied up the right guy.

You just tied him up
for the wrong murder.

Then let's tie him up
for the right murder.

Understand when you have leverage

and when you're outmatched.

I'm so sorry, Gil, for
bringing you into this.

I messed it all up.

When you see your chance,

take his deal and let him go.

He'll lead us right to the tape.

Trust me.

Do you have any idea what
this one and Gil Bobbsey did?

Gil who?

I've been with Nancy all
afternoon, alone, so...

I don't know what this
guy's talking about.

He said, he said, she said.

I'm a big movie fan, Mr. Hudson.

And I would love to see yours.

What is this?

This looks like the old
nature camera footage

they used to record wildlife activity.

Who's that on the tape?

It's my uncle Josiah.

Everett's brother.

Black crown is a type of bird.

Is that Everett?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's him.

The Black Crown tape.

I saw Everett Hudson burn that tape.

I say him throw it in the bay.

But no matter what he did,

that tape just kept coming back.

If I go down,

you go down, too.

October 1981 is when Uncle Josiah

went missing in the woods.

You killed your own brother?

You...

You told me

that he died drunk in the woods

of exposure.

That's what you told me!

I would like to speak
with my lawyer now.

Yeah, I can't believe,
for almost 40 years,

people thought that my
uncle died of alcoholism.

Why do you think Everett killed him?

The same reason he does anything.

Money. Power.

Control of the family
company, you know...

He was never built for sharing.

He wanted it all for himself.

Is that him? It is, it is.

It is Everett Hudson.

Mr. Hudson, could we get a comment?

Is it true that

you did murder your brother, sir?

- If what would be...
- Ladies and gentlemen,

we have no comment at this time.

We'll prepare a statement,
we'll share it with you.

Please be patient.

Hey, earlier, Everett
whispered something to you,

before Tamura took him away.

Yeah. He, um...

He told me to tell you...

welcome to the family.

Mr. Hudson.

Mr. Hudson, do you
have anything to say at all?

I-I wasn't gonna pass that along.

No, I'm glad you did.

I'm done hiding from him.

Hey, are you okay?

It's, uh... You've had a lot to process.

You, uh... How are you still standing?

I guess the trick is to not process.

Look, I got to... I got to go,
um, give my statement.

And don't worry, I'm
gonna keep it short.

"I didn't-I didn't see anything".

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

You, you... go home.

Get some sleep, okay?

Thanks.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

You want to maybe get l-lunch tomorrow?

Not process things together?

Deal.

Are you all right?

I heard about Everett's arrest.

I thought it would feel different.

I mean, I-I did it,

I brought Everett to
justice, and I don't...

I don't feel anything.

No anger, no satisfaction.

Not even relief. Just nothing.

I don't know who I am anymore.

And after what I did today,

all I keep thinking is,

"What would Mom think?"

What is wrong with me?

Nothing we can't fix.

Okay? But I need to show you something.

Come on.

Was there a power outage or something?

Yeah, careful. Here,
I'm gonna take this.

Oh. Okay.

Please, just trust me.

Whoa! What the hell?

What is going on?

I think we got it.

Nancy, I'm so sorry I couldn't warn you.

Warn me about what?

We did this to help you.

You've had a passenger for weeks.

A-And w-we had to catch you by surprise,

otherwise it might not have
allowed us to take its picture.

Is this the Wraith?

I got rid of the Wraith
in the-in the woods.

I set the bus on fire and
then I got away from it.

Nancy, come on!

It must have hitched
a ride out with you.

That's not possible.

I would have known, right?
I would have felt something.

Are you sure you didn't?

You said that you haven't
felt like yourself.

You don't know who you are anymore.

Could this be why?

Has something been
attacking your sense of self?

Columbia has online courses.

If you wanted to go,

we can make that happen.

Well, looks like the
universe made the call.

Maybe I was just born this way.

You're never gonna get there in time.

The shroud won't work.

You wanted my advice?

Don't give them any reason to judge you.

Well...

And you believed her?

Morning, sunshine.

He's getting dragged because of me.

Your grandmother was brutally murdered

to send a message to you.

Oh, my God.

It's been-it's been with me
since I left Gorham Woods.

Getting s-stronger,
feeding off the moments

I'm most vulnerable.

Hurting me, changing me.

Parasites kill their host.

How long do I have left?