All language subtitles for Nancy Drew s04e06 The Web of Yesterdays.eng

NANCY: We are chipping
away at the marble, people.

Supernatural-coverup-sludge-
vomiting bodies

left behind teeth
with mystical symbols.

Those teeth led us to
the Roundel artifact.

The Roundel artifact
led us to...

the terrifying
creature in the woods.

You're killing my flow.

Yeah, I'm trying to
focus here, Nancy.

Ergo, the creature is the key
to solving the whole shebang.

And that is how you
put the "I" in NDI.

What's that?

She's working on her catchphrase

for Career Day at
the high school.

Oh, Nancy was invited
to Career Day?

I haven't heard
more than six times.

It's exciting.

I am inspiring the
next generation.

But first things first.

We need a solid rendering

of our creature for
an image search.

- Ready?
- [Bess clears throat]

Show your work.

GEORGE: Okay, I'm no Picasso,

but I know that it did
not have hearts for eyes.

Well, my eyes were closed,

and, you know, I
wanted it to, so...

[phone chimes]

Ace texted his from the morgue.

Yeah, he doesn't have
much time to doodle.

Are you two in touch?

No, not since the night
we saw that creature.

But-but we're in a good place.

Hey, now you can date.

What? No. No, still no.

Not on the agenda.

Keep an eye on the Roundel.

If it spins, that means monster.

We'll finish this
this afternoon.

I'm off to shape
hearts and minds.

[chuckles]

[Connor groaning]

Connor, you okay?

You look like you
were up all night.

Because I was.

Lily wakes me up,

says she heard something
getting into our trash cans.

Oh, Lily. Again?

I go out back and there's this
little, furry, four-legged thing

on my trash can,
looking right at me.

It saw you in your pajamas?

So I chased the little
pirate round the garden.

Right when I think I got him,
he scurries through my legs.

[sighs] I go upstairs,

I go to bed.

Half hour later? It's back.

- What do you think it was?
- I don't know.

I got a picture of the little
bastard on my doorbell cam.

- Here. I sent it to you.
- [phone chimes]

I'm bringing formaldehyde
home with me tonight.

Liquid pest control.

Little bastard's mine.

It's a ferret.

Connor, your pirate's a ferret.

Hello, Chunky Velez.

Why do they have
to say it so mean?

"You've been served."

It's a cease and desist
letter from a lawyer

for a group called Families
for Truth in History.

Yeah, and you know what they
want ceased and desisted?

The Historical Society.
And everything we do there.

I've heard of this group.

You've met one of
its newest members.

Who? Aaron?

[laughs] The wanker
PTA president?

The one who told me
not to teach kids

about the town's
supernatural history?

Carson, he threatened
to go to the police.

Well, looks like he
did this instead.

We'll need to respond.

Yes, with some mild
but pointed heckling.

No. We need to be measured.

This group is way out of line,

but they have the ear
of a lot of citizens.

I'll draft a letter and
have George deliver it.

We'll stay rational,
above the fray,

and stop them in their tracks.

[sighs]: Yeah.

Solving mysteries is my passion,

and now it's my business.

And that's how you
put the "I" in NDI.

[tepid applause]

I'm happy to answer any
questions about my past cases.

Like the, uh, the Rose
Turnbull kidnapping,

the perfume heist,

the Frozen Hearts Killer...

Are-are you the one my uncle
hired to find his pet ferret?

Yes. Uh, Chunky.
That's one of my...

You're chasing a ferret? Why?

Is it part of a smuggling ring,
or did it witness a murder?

No, both of those are unlikely.

Did-did you find the ferret?

No. Not yet.

But I have come close...

As someone who catches
critters for a living,

let me just say, it's a
lot harder than it looks.

Uh, Tristan Glass, lobsterman.

Sorry. I interrupted. Carry on.

Anyway...

Have you ever caught a shark?

Me? No. Well, not on purpose.

But, uh, about a year ago,
I'm pulling up my trap,

and it's stuck, right?

So I lean over the
boat to see what's what

and I'm face-to-teeth
with a 14-foot great white

just chewing on my line.

Whoa. That's amazing.

BOY: Do you have a scar?

TRISTAN: Uh,
actually, yeah, uh,

but that's nothing compared
to this other scar I got...

[tone beeps]

Hey, I feel like I stole
your thunder back there.

- I-I'm sorry.
- No, it's fine,

Seafaring Adventurer.

Yeah, I know.

But I was intimidated
sitting up there with you.

Why?

Because you're you.

And cool things happen
to you all the time.

Trust me, they're not that cool.

Yeah? What about the
foot chase in the harbor?

- [Nancy sighs]
- Also, you live in a castle.

It's not a castle, it's a hall.

And you showed up
to secretly borrow

mysterious relics of
my parents', twice.

- Once in handcuffs.
- That's what this is about.

I told you, I will find
a replacement for...

the irreplaceable stomach pump.

That wasn't my point.

Look, I am not looking
to add any more fuel

to the feud between my father
and your parents, okay?

TRISTAN: What's this...

weird art project?

Or it's a party.

Anyway, exit's this way.

- [ominous droning] - Doesn't
sound like an exit to me.

[rock music playing]

What is happening here?

Are those bell-bottoms?

We got to go back. Now.

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1972?

Okay, can we agree?

Cool things happen
to you all the time.

? ?

Today's special. Turkey club.

[sniffs] Is that toasted?

- Dude, you don't have to keep doing this.
- Hmm.

I like to know you've talked to
the living at least once a day.

- What's all this?
- ACE: Check it out.

I've got a line on Chunky Velez.

He was in Connor's
yard last night.

I'm scanning socials
for more sightings,

and I'm analyzing his scat.

Hmm.

So many questions.

Yep.

Well, I found the smoking gun.

There's an abundance of
radishes in this ferret's diet.

[uncomfortable grunt]

You know what
restaurant just tossed

a gross of spoiled radishes?

The Claw.

True. Hmm.

Yeah, Chunky is the ferret
Nancy's looking for, right?

Is it?

I'm just trying to help Connor.

Boss needs his sleep.

If it helps Nancy,
all the better.

Think she's busy. Take
this off her plate.

Think that's a good idea?

Taking stuff off
her plate right now?

I don't see why not.

I mean...

I used to do that all the time.

We're good.

So, what do you say?

Want to help?

Uh...

Let's go find a ferret.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, for the road, for the road.

Mm-hmm.

It's not time travel.

Time travel doesn't exist.

Trust me, I've had this argument
with my friend Tom Swift.

What do you think this is, then?

Bobby and Stacy, about time.

While you were making
out in the parking lot,

we did all the hard work.

Hey, guys! No!

Don't put that there!

We're in a precisely
detailed replica of reality.

We're anchored to
Bobby and Stacy.

So when anyone looks at
us, that's who they see.

So, we don't know if
any of this is real.

Are we stuck here, then?

Well, there's always a way out.

We just need to look for
clues that point home.

Because it's not
through that wall.

Stace, Bobby,
daylight's wasting.

What are we doing?

Uh, helping decorate
for the prom.

Oh, that's too sad to fathom.

But your deliverance
has arrived.

My parents have been
gone for half an hour.

Pre-prom bash starts now.

My place. Let's split.

Sorry, we're not interested.

In a party?

That's hilarious. Since when?

We're busy looking
for something.

Though we may find what we're
looking for at the party.

Oh, you will.

Has 118 River Heights
ever let you down?

Sold. Let's go to that party.

Deal. I will see you there.

118 River Heights
Drive is my house.

Last time I got stuck
in an alternate reality,

that's how I found my way out.

There was a last time?

["Country Boy" by
Josefus playing]

[indistinct chatter]

My grandparents bought
this house in the '80s.

It must've been
from Keith's family.

This is a pretty accurate 1972.

The question is: do we assume
that whatever happens to us here

actually happened to Stacy
and Bobby in real life?

Another question: you
grew up with that rug?

NANCY: Oh, God, no.

They ripped it out.
Look, let's split up.

You find out what you can
about Bobby and Stacy.

I will look for clues
that point home.

Groovy.

Did you hear about Molly Segal?

She says she's
gonna be in pre-med.

Why shouldn't Molly
be in pre-med?

She's taking a slot
away from a guy,

who won't quit after a year to
get married and have children.

What a waste. It's
bad for medicine.

Are you kidding me?

N-No one here really
believes that, right?

Stace, talk to you for a second?

Get another drink, man.
I think you need it.

You're welcome.

Did you hear what that guy
said about women and medicine?

God, get me back to reality.

Yes. You get it.

None of this is real.

And we're looking for a way
to get back to it, right?

Yeah, I am. We are.

Okay. Keep this quiet,

but I found it.

A-A doorway to reality.

You interested?

You're gonna want to
be sitting for this.

I'm good here.

[door closes]

Have you done spider eggs yet?

I... have not, and that
will always be true.

Oh, anything from
the Earth is safe.

I think you've been misinformed.

Hi.

Just gonna take one.

I've done herbs,

cane toad secretions, mushrooms,

but, you know, I hear there's
nothing like spider eggs

if you want the path
back to reality.

- They say...
- No. Pass.

- Hard pass.
- Here, here. Just try it.

- NANCY: Ah!
- Oh!

[pained gasping]

? ?

NANCY [in distance]:
What the hell?

- [thudding]
- KEITH: Oh. Oh!

[panting]

What happened?

You got a bad egg.

They mostly just
induce hallucinations.

We discussed the expanding
role of consent over the years.

- Let's get out of here.
- [groaning]

Sorry you didn't get to be
the hero. Maybe next time.

I'll remain available.

Just look at the detail.

The trees, the cracks
in the pavement.

I'm thinking this
is a ghost web.

Yes, that's a real thing.

I know. Child of relic hunters.

That's dinner
table conversation.

Bess said it's a
dimensional anomaly.

A temporary replication
of a day in the past.

And you don't want to be stuck
inside when it collapses.

So, the Historical Society has a
shelf of books about ghost webs.

That place will have answers.

That's where we're going?

- Mm-hmm.
- Smart.

So, what was your prom like?

I planned to go to
mine, but missed it.

I always wondered.

Yeah, I don't know.
I didn't go, either.

You missed yours, too? Why?

It kind of fell off my radar.

My, uh...

After my mom died,
I just missed, uh...

missed a lot.

No Historical Society.

It doesn't exist yet.

The Historical Society
is like a safety net.

When you're lost and you
need a Keeper's help,

this is where you always go.

But here, it's...

When my traps come up empty,

I go back to the first
place I ever caught them.

It usually works.

Let's go back to the place
where we first showed up.

And since you never got
to go to your own...

[deep breath]

Nancy,

will you go to the prom with me?

I have nothing to wear.

Stacy does.

Her friend Dawn told me her
dress is already paid for.

You just have all the
answers, don't you?

Not all of them, yet.

[whispers]: Ace. Have
you heard from Nancy?

ACE: Shh. You'll
scare off Chunky.

It's been hours. He's not here.

This ferret's playing chicken.

[quiet clatter]

Chunky?

- Tail! I see a tail! Tail!
- [chittering]

[door opens]

[chittering]

[exhales]

Rope-a-doped by a ferret.

He'll be back. We'll wait.

Wait? No. No, no.

He's gone. We lost him.

And sooner or later
he will be back,

- so we're gonna wait it out.
- For how long?

As long as it takes.

- [sighs]
- That's how long we wait.

We wait as long as it takes.

I'm gonna grab a soda.

He used the doorknob.

Make mine a double.

Thanks.

You know, sometimes a
ferret's just a ferret.

But not this time.

So what's up?

Thought if I could do
this one thing for Nancy,

help her out,

it'd mean that we could
find a way back to...

how we were before everything,

when it was friendship.

Nothing more.

I see that.

But maybe you're looking
in the wrong direction.

Is that ever what it was?

Friendship and nothing more?

Whatever it was, or could be...

it's like that ferret.

It's out there, it's
just out of reach.

Hey. Did Nancy
check in with you?

What is it?

Did they read Carson's response?

No. Because I did
not deliver it.

Look, Bess, I wanted to.

But I was on my way to
their lawyer's office

and I couldn't help myself.

I took a look and...

[deep exhale]

This is a very
measured response.

Too measured. "We
respectfully disagree"?

"If you'd like to continue
the conversation"?

Bess Marvin, do you
respectfully disagree

with the Families
For Truth in History?

Not respectfully, no.

No. We wholeheartedly disagree.

And is this a conversation
that we would like to continue?

Absolutely not.

Not.

But we do need to
respond, don't we?

Yes, we will respond.

You type.

Dear closed-minded bigots...

Maybe dial it down a skosh?

[disco music playing]

Most ghost webs don't last long.

If this one collapses
before we get out,

that's it for us.

Tristan?

You haven't said anything
since we left the dress shop.

Are you okay?

Just wondering how I got
through life without ruffles.

I can see why Stacy had
to make the first move.

Aw, I'm happy for her.

She looks great.

She looks amazing.

[clears throat softly]

If you see Dawn, be
supportive. She's bummed.

She bought a silver
dress only to learn

the prom would be space-themed,
filled with silver streamers.

Silver streamers.

Silver streamers
brought us here.

If there's a hole in the web,

it's got to be
behind one of them.

You start over there,
I'll start over here.

- Ah.
- You okay?

Oh, Bobby and Stacy. Whoo!

We're good. We
don't need pictures.

It's the prom. Think
of the yearbook.

Bobby and Stacy won't
be in the yearbook?

It's for the yearbook, Stace.

Make it quick.

A little closer
together, closer.

Pretend you like each other.

Bobby, take Stacy's
hand, come on.

Perfect.

["You Know Your Love"
by Ray Zeiner playing]

"Perfect."

? ?

? Whoa ?

I feel like I've checked
every silver streamer

and there are no
holes in the web.

Did you have any luck?

No luck, but I did get punch.

Saw you were...

looking at the dance floor.

Oh. Yeah.

I was searching for... clues,

for ghost web exits.

- Uh-huh. On the dance floor.
- Mm-hmm.

You know Bobby and Stacy
probably danced, so...

- if you think that would help...
- Doubtful.

Okay. Well, I think I have to.

You think you haveto dance?

Bobby definitely danced.
So, to protect his rep...

I'll be back.

? So if you take me, baby ?

? We will be such fine company ?

? You know that your love ?

? Is like a violin ?

? Baby when you kiss me,
yeah, the music begins ?

? Oh, yeah, you know your love ?

? Baby, you know your love ?

? Oh, you know... ?

I had no choice.

You're killing Bobby's rep.

Uh-huh. [laughs]

[clapping]

["Just My Imagination"
by The Temptations]

? ?

I have a question.

? Ooh... ?

Have you always want to
be a seafaring adventurer?

- Since I was six.
- Hmm.

My grandfather took me
fishing every summer,

and it just stuck.

It wasn't even about
what I catch, it's...

Just love being out
there on the boat.

No one can reach me there.

? You're such a lucky guy... ?

It gives me a break
from the world.

Why do you need a break?

Honestly?

Right now I can't think
of a single reason.

? But it was just
my imagination ?

? Once again ?

? Runnin' away with me ?

? Ooh ?

[distorting]: ? It was
just my imagination... ?

Tristan, look.

They're moving.

Like the ones we walked through.

That's the hole in the web.

Hurry.

TRISTAN: Let's go.

[ominous droning]

- [Nancy grunts]
- Nancy!

You okay? Take my hand.

My hand, Nancy!

No, no, no! No! Tristan!

[screams]

Nancy!

MAN [over P.A.]: Have
a great day, Neptunes.

Social Media Club will
meet in the computer lab.

[pained groaning]

- [phone buzzes]
- Hey, Carson.

CARSON: You rewrote
my response?

I just had the pleasure of
listening to opposing counsel

quote my response to him
verbatim and guess what?

It wasn't my response!

Look, I didn't intend
to embarrass you...

Embarrassment is the least of
my concerns here. Do you have

any idea how
inappropriate, inflammatory

and unprofessional
what you did was?

Your response was
weak, Carson, okay?

If you're civil with bullies,
you get your ass handed to you.

I know it. You have
to shut it down.

Our client agrees.

Not our client. My client.

It's called bad faith, George.

Practicing law is
putting out fires.

Not lighting them.

[call beeps off]

What?

Bess, what are you doing?

Don't ask me. Nick said
something about an exterminator?

Wait, any word from Carson?

[bell jingles]

I need help.

Nancy's in trouble.

At Career Day? What
are you wearing?

We got stuck at a prom
in the high school gym.

We-we found an exit but
Nancy got pulled back in.

- You and Nancy went to a prom?
- Together?

- Is it even prom season?
- No.

And Nancy's stuck
at a prom in 1972.

ALL: Oh.

- That makes sense.
- You should've just led with that.

Tell us everything.

It's called a ghost web.
It's a dimensional anomaly.

TRISTAN: Well,
Nancy said that.

Like a perfect copy
of a day in the past.

A ghost web is
built by an entity

that can marshal enormous
amounts of energy.

- And why?
- Please don't say "to hunt."

Well, why else build a trap?

I've been studying
ghost frequencies.

Nick, that camera that we
used to see the Wraith?

If you can repurpose it,

we'll use it to find the entity

and then harness its power
to get into the ghost web.

- NICK: Okay, we'll start at the high school.
- It'll be there.

Whatever powers the ghost
web can't be too far from it.

It's like Wi-Fi.

It'll be near the spot that
Nancy and Tristan entered.

The hallway near
the front entrance.

- Mm-hmm.
- Ah, I know it well.

I was once sent home
from that very corridor

for wearing a "grossly
inappropriate crop-top."

Okay, you two take
the high school.

Tristan's with me.

We're gonna build
a door to 1972.

GEORGE: Okay.

TRISTAN: "Portals And
Portholes, Volume II."

Is this an instruction manual?

[laughs] Yeah, I wish.

Still, this could
get us to Nancy?

If we can identify the entity,

I can tune this device
to its frequency,

project a window through a
complex supernatural paste

which will temporarily allow us

to break through the ghost web,
find Nancy and get her out.

Theoretically.

It's only a theory
until it works.

But, you know, have some faith.

Nancy's been through worse,
right? And made it back?

She has. And she will.

I promise.

I'll look into Bobby and Stacy.
They're at the center of this.

Yes. Um,

all of our older newspapers
are on microfiche.

Over there.

You and Nancy talked a lot.

She's easy to talk to.

Hmm.

- [shutter clicks]
- [camera beeps]

Is that it? Did it even work?

It works. When it
sees a ghost...

[beeps]

we'll see a ghost.

Okay...

- [phone buzzing]
- Hold up.

Oh, that's Ace. Take over?

Yeah.

Hey.

Yeah, we're here.

Yeah, it's all hands on deck.

- [shutter clicks]
- [beeps]

[sighs]

[beeps]

[beeps]

[beeps]

GEORGE: Whoa!

- [screeching]
- Holy hell!

[panting]

- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just take a picture. Go, go.

Huh.

I think we found
the power source.

So, you went to a ghost
web prom together.

And how'd you ask her?

I was just trying to cheer
her up in the moment.

[laughs] Oh.

We'll get her out, okay?

But tell me that ghost web
tux looked better in 1972.

Tristan?

Come.

What is it?

"Promgoer Stacy Adkin's body

was found in a blood-splattered
hallway after prom night."

[panting]

[shuddering]

What is that stuff?

A substitute for
the power source.

Bess used the last
bit she could find.

- It's pretty unstable.
- Unstable?

- Don't sneeze.
- Dude.

BESS: Deadly eastern
Australian ghost spider.

That's what built
this ghost web.

People used to get
its eggs mixed up

with the hallucinogenic
Himalayan orb-weaver.

And you wanted us to catch that?

I still do. We might need it.

[low humming]

Can you make more paste?

It'll take six months.

Hey, the movie's starting.

GEORGE: Is that...?

A hole in the web. A
very temporary one.

And this paste isn't venom.

But it will only last
four minutes, tops.

- Well, then we have to go now.
- There is no "we."

No, this door has
just enough juice

to pull one person through.

More than one and
it will collapse.

- Okay, I'm going.
- BESS: No, Ace.

Tristan is going.

He's been there before.

I'll bring her back.

I know the layout.
I saw the trap.

BESS: I'll do my
best to keep it open

as long as possible, but
the power source is limited.

I don't know if I can get
you both... back through.

Dammit.

Okay.

Me and Nick will keep
the portal stable.

You two find that spider.

Okay.

[Bess sighs]

Wait, so, I'm curious...
They went to prom together?

Let's try to not let
them die there, Ace.

Ooh, I got a real
freaky web over here.

[beeps]

I think it died.

Must be why we can
see its web now.

Don't some spiders
die after they mate?

What do we think? Venom?

[exhales]

It feels like my insides are
ripping apart. I can't move.

It's okay. You don't need to.

Hurry up, Tristan!

ACE: Bess!

One can of venom, no ice!

NICK: It's closing! Hurry!

Go, go.

No, Tristan!

[panting]

Oh, thank you.

[sighs]

So, how was everyone else's day?

NANCY: So you're
saying Stacy gave birth

to that ghost
spider 48 years ago?

They prefer human hosts.

Yay us, I guess.

And it gets so much weirder.

Okay, I need you to
explain this to me

like I went to some
liberal arts school.

So, ghost spiders
construct their webs

to replicate the day
that they were created.

So, in 1972,

it must have hatched from
Stacy and then killed her.

They do that.

Beautiful animal.
Not sad it died.

Yeah, but there's more.

Bobby found Stacy
after the event

and the spider took
Bobby as a snack.

GEORGE: Ooh. "Bobby's
partially devoured body

was found in the high school
air ducts two days after prom."

Tell me when the
gross part's over.

"Authorities say it was some
crazed cannibal killer."

Hmm. '70s.

So, after the spider
killed Bobby and Stacy,

it must have scuttled up
to a corner of the school

where it spent the next several
decades building its trap.

And then it just waited
for its perfect victim.

So, of all the people that
have walked down those halls,

Tristan and I were
the perfect victims?

What is it about us that
screamed "spider dessert"?

I think it was you
more than Tristan.

The spider eggs stored
behind the bedroom wall?

For 19 years, that
was your bedroom.

You must've smelled
familiar to it. Like home.

Way to attract the arachnids.

[Right. gasps]

Nancy?

[coughing]

What is it?

She spit up blood.

Something's trying to get out.

- H, my God.
- [groaning]

[screams]

I knew it. The ghost
spider wasn't hungry,

he was ready to reproduce.

All right, I'm on my way.

I'll bring supplies.

[phone beeps off]

[panting]

- I'm sorry.
- [groans]

BESS: It's padlocked.

What? No.

George, is this because
of our response?

Wait. We're locked out?

Not for long. Hold her.

Okay.

Uh...

Okay.

- Come on, Nancy.
- Here we go.

Quartz scalpel,
clove anesthetic.

- Heads up, Nick.
- What's this?

The manual.

I don't know that
I'm ready for this.

Hey, hey, Bess, knows exactly
what she's doing, okay?

BESS: Hey, look
at me, right here.

The incision will heal
immediately. I promise.

- I can't do it, I can't do it.
- BESS: Hey, if we do nothing,

this spider will keep
growing until it kills you.

Okay? Trust me.

You can do this, okay?

George, tools.

- Here.
- Nick, read.

Uh, okay, uh, "Make a,

make a horizontal
incision above the navel."

Uh, "Next, extract the...

the-the sac"?

All right.

Bess?

[panting]

[squelching]

Whoa! Gosh!

Nick? Next step, please.

No... There are no more steps.

GEORGE: It's okay, Nancy.

The incision's healed.
You're going to be okay.

Well, that's it,
it's over, right?

- [crunching]
- [gasping]

[skittering]

It's not over.

[screeching]

[glass shattering]

[screeching]

Whoa, that's a lot bigger
than you said it would be.

[guttural screams]

[spider shrieks]

- NANCY: Ace!
- Come on.

NICK: I got it!

[shouts]

[pained screeching]

Sorry I was late.

Oh, my gosh.

[sirens approaching]

BESS: Someone must've
noticed we broke in.

I think that's my ride.

Wake Nancy up. Go
out the back door.

ACE: Wake up, we gotta go.

NICK: Hey, hey. Let's go.

- [Nancy groans]
- Look out. Watch her head, okay?

We gotta go, they're coming.

Weasel trap was a loaner.

I left it behind
the dry storage.

No ferret, but you...

you really came
through for Nancy.

Dude, you came through for me.

How you feeling?

For the first time in
a while, pretty good.

Nancy and I had a
moment back there,

realized what we
have and always will.

Tomorrow? We go outfor lunch.

I know a great seafood
place. I used to work there.

[laughs] All right.

[clattering]

- [crashing]
- [squeaking]

[chittering]

NICK: Still waiting on Carson?

His meeting with Chief
Lovett's going so long.

Breaking and entering,
what's there to discuss?

She either reduces it or not.

What you did was
right. Don't forget it.

[bells jingle]

And here he is...

Hey. What happened?
Should I sit?

I can't talk for long.
I've got a client meeting.

Um, I'm your client.

Not anymore. Your
charges were dismissed.

- Wait. Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, you're a miracle
worker. How did you do it?

I didn't.

Bess went to the police

and confessed to breaking
into the Historical Society.

She said she acted alone
and that you were only there

to try and talk her out of it.

Bess, why would you do that?

Because you've worked so hard.

And you can't become a lawyer

with a criminal
charge on your record.

So, you need to
stay in the fight.

But you could get deported
if you're convicted.

I've got a good lawyer.

Carson, I know I'm
still learning.

And I know that your
answer is probably no

after what I did today,

but will you please let
me help you defend Bess?

I'm counting on it.

Ryan, I will return
your car vacuum.

Why'd you take my car vacuum?

Because I needed to clean up
some stuff in my old bedroom.

What stuff? Where's the stuff?

- Behind the wall.
- What... What?

Trust me. You do
not want to know.

- Why? - Because...
- [knocking]

Hello?

- I got to go.
- Hey, no, I...

- Bye.
- Are you...

Okay. This is...

Yeah, I know.

It sounded like a
good idea an hour ago.

It's a rental.

And it gets worse.

Thank you for these.

And for getting me home.

How are you feeling?

I am feeling... lucky.

Keep thinking about
Stacy, you know?

Why I lived and she died.

You know, if it had
been only a year later,

there would have been a
Historical Society for her.

With the same
resources that I had.

Sh-She must've been so afraid
in that hallway, all alone.

Were you afraid?

NANCY: Of course.

But then...

you came back.

I guess that we can no longer
say we've never been to prom.

[laughs]

You want to hear
something stupid?

Mm-hmm.

I can't get that
song out of my head.

The one we danced to.

I actually...

I downloaded it.

I mean, we never did get
to hear the end of it.

How long do you
have the tux for?

- There's a three-hour minimum.
- [both laughing]

So we have time.

["Just My Imagination" by The
Temptations playing over phone]

? ?

- ? Ooh... ?
- [squeaking]

? Ooh, ooh ?

? Ooh, ooh, ooh ?

? Each day through my window ?

? I watch her as she passes by ?

? I say to myself ?

? "You're such a lucky guy" ?

Okay.

Here we go.

[squeaking]

? Is truly a dream come true ?

You're free!

- ? Out of all the fellows... ?
- [sighs]

- Come on. Come on.
- [screeching]

- [growls]
- [Ace hisses]

Mother...

ferret, that hurt.

? But it was just
my imagination ?

? Once again, runnin'
away with me ?

? Ooh ?

? It was just my imagination ?

? Runnin' away with me... ?

[engine starts outside]

[tires screech]

Did you hear something?

? Just my imagination... ?

Not a thing.

? Once again, runnin'
away with me ?

? Ooh ?

? It was just my imagination ?

? Runnin' away with me. ?

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