All language subtitles for Nancy.Drew.2019.S04E05.720p.WEB.h264-ELEANOR-HI

NANCY: Eight bodies went missing
from the cemetery.

- [crunching]
- [growling]

Here's everything
that we know about them:

India Burnett, died in 1998.

Stephen Lai, died in 1975.

Domenic Redman, 1951.

NICK:
Ava Herrera, 1928.

NANCY:
Victoria Lieb, 1905.

Onias Carver, 1882.

Coraline Monet, 1859.

ACE:
Found it!

Painting of our oldest body,

Nashua Kipp, died 1831.

The only thing
these people had in common

is that they all were born
in Horseshoe Bay.

And they were all dead
before the age of 30.

So... [sighs] What killed them?

NANCY: We'll go back to the place
we found the bodies,

see what was missed.

The re-animated corpses
un-reanimated up here.

At which point, black sludge
oozed out of their bodies...

Into the town reservoir,

contaminating
the water supply...

Revealing the hidden crimes of
Judge Abbott and Brie Fortfield.

Ace? Your turn?

The "Black Door"?

The mysterious "Black Door."

Brie suggested that it was
the key to the crime coverups.

But so far, dead end.

We're looking for
bone fragments, pieces of cloth,

anything that'll tell us
how and why they died.

Sorry.

- [exhales]
- You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I-I appreciate you taking time
off of work to help me.

I know things have been
busy lately.

Yeah.

For us both, I guess, you know.

It's good to see you.

[phone chiming]

Oh, crap.

I missed early registration for
next semester's pre-law courses.

Ugh, now I have to pay
late fees,

and, Bess, I can't even afford
early fees.

At this rate, I'm going
to graduate in ten years

and become a lawyer in...
Who can even count that high?

Hey, you don't have the funds?
Let's throw you a fundraiser.

Yeah, it'll be the first
post-tsunami event at the Claw.

No, it won't.

Because we're not doing that.

I don't take charity, Bess.

Ugh.

[shutter clicks]

ACE:
Selfie?

No.

Confirmation that
the sludge from the bodies

oozed into the town reservoir.

See that trail?
The town's been drinking

supernatural coverup juice
for weeks.

[shutter clicks]

Wouldn't that be supernatural
un-coverup juice?

Sure, yeah.
You work on the branding.

I got to take another shot
at getting Officer Joyce

to help shut off
the water supply.

- Hey.
- What?

I'm throwing George
a surprise fundraiser.

- Right here?
- What?

No, no. At the Claw.

- Oh.
- Okay, get this: "Singles' Night."

Cover charge. Two-drink minimum.

What do you think?

I think that the woods
would actually a better idea

because then you can run away

when she finds out
and melts down.

No. No, no.
She's gonna love it.

And, hey, you should come too.

You know, get your mind off
a certain star-crossed love.

How is a room full
of lonely people

going to help my state of mind?

Not lonely. Available.

Also not cursed.

Hmm? Come on.

You know, a little speed-dating
will cleanse the palate

and do you some good.

You know,
it's settled. You're coming.

Aren't you fully occupied
with the Historical Society

and fending off Chief Lovett?

How do you have time to meddle?

Easy.

My problems are adult and scary.

Yours and George's problems
require a party.

Much more fun.

[distant radio chatter]

[quietly]:
Forest rangers.

[whispers]: Let's go.
We can come back after dark.

♪ ♪

Hurry up.

Oh, my bootie.

Who wears booties to a scavenge?

I didn't think it would
be this muddy. Help me.

- Ah.
- NANCY: There you go.

Oh, ow, ow, ow, ow!

I think
I stepped on a porcupine.

Help, help, help, get it out.

- BESS: Ah!
- NANCY: That's no porcupine.

That's a tooth.

Oh, gosh. Oh, now I wish
it was a porcupine.

A tooth with a weird
occult symbol on it.

Anybody missing
one of these? No?

Then I can think of eight mouths
this may have come out of.

[sighs]

Another tooth.

Fantastic.

When they rolled in
the eight bodies,

almost all their teeth
had fallen out.

Still waiting on
more denture bond.

Got to glue these back in

before the bodies get
re-interred tomorrow.

So, the bodies case is closed?

Chief Lovett is blaming it
on vandals who dug and dumped.

Who am I to challenge it?
That sounds like work.

Every day, I get top-notch
mentoring like this.

Here's some mentoring:
don't bring your friends

who are into dead bodies
into your workplace

that is filled with dead bodies.

Connor, do you recognize
the symbols on the teeth?

Were they carved post-mortem?

I analyzed the enamel.

They weren't carved at all.

These symbols grew
into the teeth.

So, this is now property
of the morgue.

As a man of science,
don't you want to know

how these teeth possibly grew
occult symbols on them?

Hmm.

Not before this man of science
takes his lunch break.

You want to keep talking teeth?

Go to a dentist.

[sighs]

Soon as I walk out that door,

you're gonna steal
that bag of teeth, aren't you?

[sighs]

Have these back by 9:00

in pristine condition,

or Ace will have to find
another morgue to work in.

Got it?

George,

where might we find...

No.

...a dentist who would

drop everything to come to town,

answer questions, and not ask
any of his own?

[groans] Still no.

The last and only time I spoke
to my biological father,

Edwin George Chen DDS,

I told him to get lost.

And the whole point was

that I'd never
talk to him again.

- But we have a big bag of teeth.
- And?

And he's our only hope.

Fine.

But watch, he's not even
gonna pick up the phone.

I hear there's
a dental emergency.

What can I do?

[sighs]

♪ ♪

GEORGE:
Thank you for coming.

Nancy, this is Edwin Chen,
dentist. Edwin, Nancy.

Very nice to meet you, Dr. Chen.

Nancy Drew.
The plucky sidekick.

Read all about your adventures
on the Fan Fan website.

I actually just
bought a Fan Fan fan

to combat this heat wave.

Show him the teeth.

♪ ♪

Oh. I almost forgot.

Ryan left this for you earlier.

"For Icarus Hall
property taxes."

[George scoffs]

Consulting must be paying well.

As far as developmental
dental anomalies go,

this is...

unique.

Each mouth grew exactly three

individual teeth with symbols
on them.

There are only three
different symbols in total.

So every mouth contained
the same three symbols?

I've enlarged these them, but we
still don't know what they mean.

Maybe it's some kind of message?

Have you seen a phenomenon
like this before?

We couldn't find anything
about it on the Internet.

Did you know that
some research universities

have a room dedicated
to artifacts

deemed too disturbing
for public display?

I have been in such a room once,

at Clifton University.

And I swear I saw
a trio of skulls

with teeth and symbols
like these.

It's the scariest place
I've ever been.

If there are other heads
that have these type of teeth,

these symbols, then it's likely
there are other people

that have suffered the same fate

as the eight bodies
in Horseshoe Bay.

And if they all fit
the pattern of dying

before the age of 30,

then we're looking at
a much bigger force

that caused these deaths.

The same force that's behind
all the supernatural coverups.

How do we get into
the secret room?

Well, it's not on a campus map,

but as the former adjunct,
I can probably to get you in.

Fancy a road trip?

Uh, you... you must have
other things to do, I...

I cleared my schedule.

I... would like to spend
the day with my daughter.

[deep inhale]

Okay. [sighs]

Let's go break into
the secret scary room

where all
the terrifying teeth heads are.

Yahoo.

Officer Joyce.

Freshly-baked apple pie
for five minutes of your time?

Is this a bribe but with pie?

A pibe?

I'll talk, you slice.

[exhales] Five minutes.

I know we've been here before,

but I need you to understand:

there's something wrong
with the water.

- Do you have evidence this time?
- Uh, yeah, I have photos

from the woods that clearly show
an indentation...

Photos of an indentation?

Nick, I can't recommend
a utility shut-off

based on your whims.

This isn't a whim, there's a...

W-H-I-M. Whim.

Unless I see some hard evidence,
that's all it is.

And next time?

I like cherry pie.

- [phone beeps]
- Ace?

I hope they can
spare you at work,

'cause you're my plan B.

I need your help.

Took some quick thinking,

but I'm confident
I got what you need.

How is your mom's Passover box

gonna help us
contaminate the water

without actually
contaminating the water,

so we can get
the reservoir shut down?

Why is this box different
from all other boxes?

I'm glad you asked.

As you know, back in the day,

Egypt was afflicted
by ten plagues.

And each one lent itself

to a decoration
at our Seder table.

You can have those, too.

But the big hit at our Passover
table was the river of blood.

My mom would turn all the water
in the house red

with baking soda
and food coloring.

Scared the crap out of people.

We turn the town's water red.

How much of this do we need
to fill a reservoir?

So much.

An impossible amount.

To make enough,
we'd, uh, need an act of God.

Short of that,

- we need a...
- An act of Bess.

Let the rivers run.

[student chatter]

♪ ♪

That is the scary room

that they don't want you
to know about.

A four-digit keypad lock.

Two, five, seven, nine.

Two has the heaviest oil deposit

and seven has the lightest,

so the code starts
with two and ends in seven.

[door opens in distance]

[whispers]:
Nancy, someone's coming.

Stall them.

Excuse me.
This hall is closed to visitors.

My daughter George

is touring prospective colleges.

C-Can we ask you
a couple of questions?

Certainly.
We're always interested

in expanding the diversity
of our student body.

So, is an archaeology degree
a B.A. or B.S.?

It's a Bachelor of Arts.

[forced laughter]

[laughter wanes]

[gasps]

Disturbing artifacts. Check.

♪ ♪

There you are.

Three symbols.

Huh.

"Unearthed in Cardiff, Wales.

Dated to the 1500s."

These people lived 500 years ago

and their teeth grew symbols
like the ones in Horseshoe Bay.

We have a very generous
diversity scholarship.

If you're interested,

sign up for our prospective
students orientation.

Oh, she sure will. Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

We make a good team.

Glad you're enjoying
the campus visit.

Must bring back memories
of being a carefree teenager

with no responsibilities at all.

[sarcastic chuckle]

You may not believe me,

but while I was in college,

I thought about you
all the time.

I-I should've been there
for you.

Look, don't even worry about it.

My life turned out just fine
without you around.

[inhales deeply]
I'm gonna get my scholarship,

get my J.D.,
and become a lawyer.

So, we're good.

[soft chuckle] Yeah.

I mean, they're close,
but not an exact match.

[sighs]

"The artifact herein
is Cadfan's Roundel,

"which was unearthed
with the skeletal heads.

"An ancient Welsh engraving
on the underside said that

opening the Roundel will reveal
'that which killed us'."

Meaning you three, huh?

[shutter clicking]

"That which killed us."

Huh.

You shouldn't be here.

Sorry. Sorry,
I'm, uh, a student of...

...Professor Barak's.

I'm his head TA.

I'm writing my thesis
on-on Medieval Welsh artifacts.

Where can I find
the real Roundel?

You can't.

Story is it was stolen

during a break-in ten years ago.

No one's seen the Roundel since.

It was the only one
that ever existed.

But the Roundel has the answers
as to what killed these three?

Yes.

And something else?

Professor Barak doesn't have
any TAs.

I'm not basic.

But I am calling security.

Hey! Hey!

I know I haven't earned
your forgiveness yet.

But I'd like to try,
if you'll let me.

Hey. Hey. We gotta go.

There's this artifact called
Cadfan's Roundel.

- A cat fan's wrangle?
- An Afghan trundle?

Cadfan's Roundel.

It'll tell us
what killed those bodies.

- Great artifact. Where is it?
- Stolen ten years ago

and lost to
the black market relic trade.

All we have to do is track down

an anonymous thief
and get it back. Run faster!

I could stay here, just in case.

Uh, there's nothing else
for you to do.

But thank you for
the teeth advice.

And for the ride.

Got all your things?

[sighs]

[sighs]

So, is this what you want?
You...

want us to just act like
colleagues from now on?

I need a starting place.

It's something.
I hope that's okay.

Did you find
our missing Roundel?

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

Uh, I hacked behind the firewall

of some obscure
dark relic websites,

got a hit on the Roundel
and reverse-traced it

to the current holder.

Printed it out.

The thief sold
the Roundel in 2010

at the Greenview Tower auction.

It was sold to 91306747.

What is that, a phone number?

Or, uh, a prison inmate?

Barcode.
That's where the trail ended.

The only info about
the current owner?

That number.

So, we need an insider.

Like a...
like an Indiana Jones of relics,

- which I realize is Indiana Jones.
- Yep.

I put together a list
of people in that game.

Well, a list of their barcodes
and their codenames.

All out of our price range,

except for this one.

Goes by the name "OkapiH78."

Okapi? What's Okapi?

It's like a gazelle,

except nothing like a gazelle.

Anyways, it's only $500 a pop.

Use them twice,
you get the third one free.

They're new, hungry,
supposedly good.

Right, but they're local.

What if we know them?

After everything that went down

with you and Mr. Bobbsey...

Not to mention you
and the Glasses.

Yeah, we haven't exactly made
friends in the relic trade.

We don't want any personal
vendettas getting in our way.

We need a decoy.

[quiet chatter]

NANCY: Thank you for letting us
use your biological dad

to meet an illicit stranger
from the Internet.

It was cool of him to agree.

Probably not cool
to all those kids

with unfilled cavities today,
but, you know.

NANCY:
That's them.

That's OkapiH78.

I think it's a man.

It's...

What?

What?

NANCY:
Ryan?

Nancy? What are you doing here?

You're OkapiH78?

Look, I'm...

You're a relic hunter?

No, see, I can,
I can, I can explain what...

Okay, I'm sorry.
That's my daughter.

I've-I've got to go.
[clears throat] Nancy!

RYAN:
Nancy.

N-Nancy's dad?

He must've been 18
when he had her.

Yeah.
Did you want to start a club?

[uncomfortable chuckle]

You don't have
to let me into your life.

But I will keep offering
to let you into mine.

I know you don't need anyone
to pull you up the mountain.

But maybe...

you'll discover that it's okay

if someone's willing
to carry your backpack

for part of the trek.

Nancy. Nancy, come on.

Please.

Explain yourself.

After the Glasses stole
Bess's relic shipment

and they-they sabotaged my car,
I made some calls.

I made a lot of calls, actually.

And I tracked down that shipment
relic by relic.

I got every single piece of the
deceased medium's estate back.

So this is about getting
revenge on the Glasses?

It was, but then
it turns out that...

I realize
I'm truly good at this.

And I know that y-you know what
that feels like, but I had...

I had never had that feeling
before now.

Look, if you don't believe me,

I already have a lead
on the real Roundel,

based off of that barcode
that you gave me.

How can you be sure?

Because I made a phone call
with a burner phone,

I transferred some money
to an offshore account,

and I got a number.

I can set you up with the
current holder of the Roundel.

All you got to do is say yes.

BESS: Okay, this spell is
the supernatural version

of your mum's
"river of blood" prank.

Um, it was part of the Women
in White's initiation ritual.

Each new member would
have to prove herself

by turning the bay's water
into blood for a few minutes.

Actual blood?

- Or it's an illusion?
- An illusion.

But from their notes,
a highly convincing one.

You know, are you two coming
to, uh, Singles' Night?

I need to finalize
the guest list.

Absolutely not. Final answer.

- But...
- Uh, no, no, no, thank you.

Things are good with Jade.

Meanwhile, we have a problem.

Is your "problem"
your missing sense of fun?

No. No, th-the problem is

if the illusion
only lasts a few minutes,

that won't buy us enough time.

The red water has to travel
all around town

to convince people
it's an issue.

Yeah, but the bay is huge.

The reservoir is
a smaller body of water,

meaning the enchantment
might last longer.

And it's the best I could do
with short notice,

so... here's hoping.

Okay, we will read
this incantation,

and then I'll put three drops
in the water.

Ready?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yep.

We cast to sea our hope
and terror,

changing tides ever redder.

Roil and rumble, water to blood,

and all who gaze this,
feel its power.

♪ ♪

[gasps]

NICK:
That looks like blood to me.

Mm-hmm.

- [crunches]
- Ahh, ah, ooh.

Ah.

[relieved sigh]

Thought I stepped on
another tooth.

It's a false alarm.

- [phones ringing]
- [panicked chatter]

This came straight
out of the tap!

My kid bathes in this water.

I should sue.

We are doing our best

to get to the bottom of this,

but I can't help
unless you back up

and-and stay calm.

Our water is poisoned.

FRED:
Yeah! What are you gonna do?

Don't just ignore us.

See, it's got "occult"
written all over it.

- MAN: Alarming, right?
- WOMAN: No, no...

Please, just stay calm!

FRED:
But... Where are you going?

- What the hell's wrong with it?
- How's my child supposed to bathe?

- What am I supposed to drink?
- [line ringing]

Hey.

I've got folks here

claiming the water's poisoned.

Well, that-that sounds
like hard evidence, right?

It is,

and Judge Goodman is signing
an emergency injunction

to shut the water down
as we speak.

But I'm calling you

because this all feels
very conveniently timed.

I reached out to my counterpart
in Ellsworth

to establish
a backup water supply ASAP.

They're insufferable.

Thank you for that.

I'll be keeping an eye
on you, Nickerson.

RYAN:
Got it, thank you.

[phone beeps off]

Your current Roundel holder
goes by the name RedLynx789,

and they agreed to meet.

We're in business.

["I Know That You Know"
by Eau Rouge playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[phone chimes]

Oh, my God, yes.

- Hey.
- Hi.

So, Judge Goodman signed
an injunction

to shut down the water.

Party's in full swing.

You are killing it today.

Now, if we can get our hands
on Cadfan's Roundel,

we might finally get
some answers

as to what's behind
these supernatural coverups.

All right, so RedLynx789
should be on their way.

And they are, and I quote,

"enticed" by
the deceased medium's relics.

So, thank you,
Bess, for the loot.

I never thought I'd be
bartering historical objects,

but, you know,
sometimes doing the right thing

requires a teensy bit of wrong.

Wish me luck explaining
that to George

when she tries to kill me
for throwing Singles' Night.

RYAN:
Good luck.

BESS:
Hey.

- Hi.
- I said no fundraiser.

Yeah, I know, I know,
but people are having fun.

And by the end of the night,

you'll have spring
and fall tuition.

So, long story short,
I'm a great friend,

so I need you to get mad later

and go help Edwin
behind the bar, now.

Wait, w-why is Edwin
behind the bar?

- No.
- Oh.

That's the spirit. Bye.

Wait, Bess...

Thank you.

♪ ♪

I put myself through school
as a bartender.

If I'm overstepping...

Divide and conquer.

I'll take the cider
and the soda.

You mix the drinks.

Are you sure this
is the right place

for a top-secret relic swap?

Yeah, well, it turns out it
fits all of Red's requirements.

It's loud,

someplace they can go unnoticed.

And we have no idea
who we're looking for.

Don't worry,
they're going to find me.

See, what I do is
I put a little knot

in the top of my drinking straw,
it's a signal.

Keep that on the down-low,
all right?

It's a trade secret.

Welcome, party people,

to Horseshoe Bay's
first-ever Singles' Night.

- All right.
- Speed-dating: here are the rules.

Inside the circle, stay put.

Outside, move on the bell.

Dates are two minutes,

but you can buy an extra
five minutes for $19.99.

- Let's begin.
- [dings]

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

I'm on watch for Ryan's meeting.

And you'll get a much better
view closer to the action.

Cannonball back into
the dating pool, Nance.

- Here we go.
- Oh.

There we go, that's it.

♪ Hey, come on and dance ♪

♪ Tell me where we going... ♪

[dings]

So, can I get you a straw?

It seems I have an extra one.

So that's a no?

You don't...
you don't need a straw.

Okay, moving on.

Paris.

[laughs]

That's funny that
you should mention that.

Do I have a story for you.

[bell dings]

Why did it end? Was it fate?

[bell dings]

The thing is when you have

the best kiss of your life,

you don't just give up
on a person, right?

[bell dings]

And now I'm the bad guy

because I can't pretend
like nothing happened?

Is that fair, Craig?

It's "Marcus."

Says so on my name tag.

Ooh, sorry, right. [laughs]

What was the question again?

Have I ever tried
paddleboarding?

[bell dings]

Anyway, what was
your last breakup like?

[dings]

Ooh, uh, catch you
in the next round.

I-I don't think so.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Ryan chuckles]

I'm thinking
you're here for the straw.

What can I do for you, Ryan?

Wait, how do you,
how do you know my real name?

How'd you figure out
the supply I'm after?

That'd be a boring conversation.

You have a two-minute speed date
to make your case. Go.

Okay, um... [clears throat]

As I was... I was saying
in my message to you,

um, a medium
just left her estate

to the Historical Society.

So, I-I did what I do

and I got them to part with

a few of the trinkets,
including...

These.

Divining Rods, circa 1880.

One of a kind. Made from...

Willow wood.

That's right.

A tree old as Maine itself.

Now, you can have these,
or anything that you want...

All I need is Cadfan's Roundel.

Why do you want the Roundel?

Now, that doesn't matter,
does it?

This is a unicorn.

You're getting the better end
of the deal here.

Took me weeks to get those back
from Jonas and Shelby Glass.

Deal's off.

If you have business
with Jonas and Shelby,

you don't have business with me.

That scar.

They did that to you.

They tried to kill me, too.

Yeah, that shipment
that we're talking about,

the Glasses stole that

and they tried to take me out.

Scarab beetle to the engine.

The Glasses can't get enough
of that beetle.

Look, I hate them.

They're why I do this.

And all I'm saying is
if you and I team up,

we could take them down a notch.

Or six. I don't know,
maybe all of them.

Here.

This will cover the Roundel

in case you don't want
anything I offered you.

You're paying for the Roundel
sight unseen?

I believe that
the enemy of my enemy

is my friend.

So prove me wrong.

It's nice to meet you, Ryan.

- [door open]
- [entry bell jingles]

[door closes]

Cadfan's Roundel.

- WOMAN: Bye.
- Thank you for coming.

- Thanks. Bye.
- Thanks.

- Night.
- Goodbye.

[laughter]

I, uh, should probably
make sure no one's mingling

in any dark corners before
we break out the Roundel.

So how'd it go?

Did you raise enough money
to get you back into school?

I mean, Bess...

- kind of shook the town down.
- [chuckles]

Definitely bought me
another semester or two.

But after that, um, eh...

- Let me contribute.
- It's okay.

You have done plenty today.

Surpassed expectations, really.

I'm glad we got to spend
the time together.

Are you sure I can't contribute
to the fundraiser?

I'm sure.

Okay.

All right.

But...

I probably should get
my teeth cleaned, once a year.

And for that, I would accept
a family discount coupon.

Fair enough.

But teeth cleaning
is twice a year.

Okay.

[chuckles]

Coupons are in the envelope.

Just share whatever
you can't use.

No. No, no, no.

This-this-this is a check
for 30 grand, I...

Okay, before you refuse,

just know that this
isn't about restitution

or anything like that.

It's not.

I'm just proud of you.

OkapiH78 coming through
with the win.

- I told you. I'm good at this.
- Just be careful.

And maybe don't get
too good at the relic trade.

Because if you go over
to the dark side,

I will have to catch you.

Ah, if you can.

[scoffs]

Okay, Nick has an update
from the reservoir.

NICK:
It's happening.

They're draining water
to towers around town.

I mean, it's not gone-gone,
just stored.

But we should be safe
from black veins for now.

- [phone pings]
- Hold up.

[sighs]

Ace just texted me.

He said Connor's posting
"help wanted" ads

for coroner's assistant.

Right. That 9:00 p.m. "get the
teeth back or else" deadline

is rapidly approaching.

Catch up with y'all soon.

Okay.

Have you figured out what it is?

Or how it's gonna lead

to the killer
of those eight bodies?

Or what a bunch of ancient
Welsh skulls has to do

with the greater force
behind the coverups?

No, no, and no.

But this Roundel must have
something to show us.

I think the symbols open it.

So, see this column
is a little different

than the others
with this little indicator?

I think twisting the outer rings

allows you to align
the symbols into place.

Like a medieval Rubik's Cube?

Let's try...

[clicks]

[Roundel buzzing quietly]

- It-it's opening.
- [laughs]

[clicks]

[buzzing intensifies]

I think we might actually
get some answers.

[clicks]

[buzzing intensifies]

- [hissing] [coughing]
- NANCY: Oh.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no...

Well, you know, the Roundel
is, like, 500 years old.

It might just need a minute.

Or maybe our hot, slinky,

red-clad relic trader
sold us a lemon.

She did have very shiny hair.
Rule of thumb:

never trust anyone
with hair that shiny.

Yeah, and it doesn't matter now.

There's nothing here for us.

No leads, no more clues.

It's confusing and unfinished,

just like everything else
in life.

- Oh, Nancy.
- [phone buzzes]

Text from Ace.
"ETA on teeth, question mark?"

Yeah, I need to get these
back to the morgue

and save Ace's job.

Well, at least
it wasn't a total bust,

you did get some numbers.

Hi.

Okay, so you were right about
tonight not being a bust.

Edwin made a donation
to the cause.

- [gasps]
- [laughs]

A big donation.

Oh, my God, this is incredible.

What are you
going to do with it?

Girl, I don't know.

Rip it up? Shove it in a drawer?

I'm still workshopping
over here.

George, I know you have
a hard time letting people in,

but this is
a world of opportunity

that you've never had before.

So try and make the most of it.

Hint: You can't make the most

of anything shoved in a drawer.

You know, you're a real
pain in the ass sometimes.

Or am I unstoppably determined?

- Yeah.
- [laughs]

It's my best quality.

Which is why I need to put on
my big girl pants

and use it to defend
the Historical Society.

[deep breath]

No more running
from responsibility.

Exactly.

You know, this check means
that I can give my sisters

a leg up in life
that I didn't have until now.

[sighs]

I'll go to the bank tomorrow

and set them up with
their own college funds.

Thank you for everything
tonight, Bess.

Do you smell smoke?

You smell that, too?

- [rattling]
- Oh, no, the symbols.

Oh, my God, the Roundel!

[loudly buzzing]

♪ ♪

8:58 p.m.
Well, that's cutting it close.

Guess our work together is
done, though.

See you next time
you need something.

You seem to have forgotten

that you're the one
who broke my heart.

You think I wanted to?

You're not the only one

who lost the love
of their life here.

Well, I was ready to keep trying

and you walked away.

And I have lived with that

every second of every day since.

But I'm sick of being punished
for wanting us alive.

Real love isn't dying
for each other.

Well, then, what is it?

Tell me. Because clearly you
know something that I don't.

Or don't answer
and keep walking away.

It is wanting the other person
to be happy without you.

It is me wanting you
to be with someone

that you can do everything with,

who can love you

in all the ways that you
deserve to be loved.

Even though that rips me apart.

That's real love.

Don't. We can't.

It's just easier if you don't.

I want you to be happy.

One day, a long time from now,

I hope that we both can
find another great love.

After you,
I would accept nothing less.

Ditto.

What happened?

The Roundel was buzzing,
symbols were glowing,

papers were burning,
and the next thing you know...

[buzzing]

- That's new.
- BESS: Yeah, but why?

And what are we
supposed to do with it?

Okay, "that which killed us"
was a clue.

Right? So maybe
the symbols act like a key?

And the device leads
to somewhere

or to something?

[buzzing]

[clicks]

[clicking]

It's a compass.

Which way is
the compass pointing?

NICK:
Uh, it's hard to say.

The markers are more
mystery symbols,

and the needle keeps moving.

NANCY:
Maybe it's tracking a target.

Whatever's behind these coverups
must be on the move.

It's sticking a little bit
more now.

NICK: Uh, it looks like the needle's
pointing north.

What-what's north of here?

Dunlap Beach.

We'll meet you there.

[insects trilling]

[owl hoots]

This way.

[clicking]

[insect, bird sounds fade]

Do you all hear that?

I don't hear anything.

That's what's weird.

It's completely silent.

Birds get quiet when
they sense a predator.

[clinks]

[squishing]

[growling]

[roars]

[growling]

[roaring]

I think we found the force

behind the
supernatural coverups.

[roaring in distance]

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[woman screams, bell dings]

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