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TEMPERANCE: On my lips right now is a curse

that I will release the moment that I die.

It will kill Ace

if you ever act upon your feelings for each other.

I shouldn't have come here.

We are friends,

and those feelings that you have for me...

I do not share them and I never will.

(BUZZES)

Nancy Drew Investigations.

MAN (OVER PHONE): I've got a case for you.

Meet me at the cemetery at 10:00 p.m.

Come alone.

Where are the bodies?

Eight empty graves.

(WHISPERING VOICES): Find us. Find us. Find us.

- (GROWLS) - (NANCY SCREAMS)

(OWL HOOTS)

(SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

- Okay. - And then we realized

that we're both standing on Main Street

at the crack of dawn, buying you breakfast!

So I loaded his bike in my car...

No, on your car.

I left you that mountain bike rack when I moved out.

- You need to eat. - Healthy breakfast.

Thanks, Dads.

Aren't you gonna be late for work?

No, I'm a small business consultant now.

You know, I go in at like a soft 10:00 a.m.

You're not worried I could be late?

No, you've clearly reorganized

your entire schedule 'cause Jean's out of town,

and her absence made you suddenly realize

you're an empty-nester.

Oh...

So, how's business at Horseshoe Bay's

newest detective agency?

Which case was keeping you up?

The lost antique watch?

RYAN: Ooh, the case of the missing safe.

The embezzling spouse.

No. Try Chunky.

Whoa! Whoa! Not cool.

Don't listen to her, bro. You look great.

- Hey. - I was talking about Chunky the ferret.

Once I find the Velez family's

beloved MIA weasel,

I can finally pay my overdue electric bill

and make a dent in the property tax.

This one's due tomorrow.

I work best under time pressure.

Which is maybe why I haven't solved

the case of the missing bodies in the last five weeks.

Made a dope murder board, though.

It's too bad that the Mystery Caller

just ghosted you after they gave the phone tip.

Yeah, left me with no witnesses to the grave robbing.

The missing dead had no relationship to each other.

Their lives never even overlapped.

The only thing they have in common

is that they all died before the age of 30

and they're buried in the same section of the graveyard.

I don't even have a working theory

other than ambitious vandals.

Well, don't be too hard on yourself.

The new police chief hasn't figured it out yet either.

Is there any help from the coroner's office, you know?

'Cause I know Ace works there, so maybe he could give you

- some tips. - Yeah, we don't...

What'd I say, what'd I say?

You know what?

We don't have to talk about Ace

if the topic is upsetting.

I'm not upset.

I can talk about a platonic friend

who I have to keep alive

by never letting him know that I'm in love with him

so that we don't act on our feelings for each other

and activate a secret death curse.

And, to be fair, that is speculation.

It's not speculation.

I lived it.

Temperance showed me a vision.

On my lips right now

is a curse that I will release

the moment that I die.

It will kill Ace if you ever act

upon your feelings for each other.

So I had to push Ace away.

If he finds out about the curse,

he's gonna try and break it,

and then he'll end up dead.

So there we go. We talked about it.

(PHONE BUZZES)

Mm, Bess just texted me.

She said, "Tell Nancy she's late".

Exclamation point.

"And also find out if she muted my notifications,

but don't tell her I was asking".

- I did not... - Ooh.

I did not... I did not mute her.

I just forgot that we had to meet, so...

- Bye. - Later!

She totally muted you, dude.

Hello, fellow Horseshoe Baygels.

I'm Bess Marvin, coming to you live.

As the new director and curator

of the Historical Society,

I've asked some fellow members

of the #HistSo community

to share how excited they are

for the annual Lovers' Vigil

being held here tomorrow night.

(WHISPERING): Can I see?

And action!

Hi, I'm Nancy Drew

of Nancy Drew Investigations,

and I am just thrilled to be a sponsor

- of the Lover's Vigil and... - (PHONE BUZZES)

WOMAN: Nancy, I saw that weasel you were looking for.

- You saw him? - Yeah...

You saw Chunky Velez?

- Sorry. - Nancy!

As a prelaw student,

I love reviewing old case records from

the Historical Society.

BESS: "Site of the Lovers' Vigil tomorrow night".

Wait, that's tomorrow?

I have to get started on catering.

- BESS: Action. - As the coroner's assistant,

I can't wait for the annual Lovers' Vigil.

- Um... - BESS: Cut, cut.

As a local business owner,

I understand how important

a place like the Historical Society is.

Hey, Nick. Thanks.

After a devastating disaster

like our recent tsunami,

we need an opportunity to bond with each other.

Appreciate it.

That's why I'll be at the Lovers' Vigil

tomorrow night.

Will you be there?

NANCY: Wow.

A star is born.

I used to do postgame interviews

when I played football.

I guess I forgot how much I missed it.

- Aw. - Thank you both

for helping Nancy Drew Investigations' sponsorship

of the Lovers' Vigil.

You are very welcome.

But what are the chances that next year's sponsorship

comes in the form of money and not our free labor?

Well, as long as Chunky Velez is in the wind, low.

- Great. - That lead was a bust.

- (BELL JINGLES) - He fled the scene.

His name is Chunky.

How fast can he be?

(CHUCKLING): You'd be surprised.

- Thank you. - Sure thing.

- Later, Nick. - Thanks, Tristan.

(GROANS)

(BELL JINGLES)

Hmm!

Hey, you're the town's most eligible heartthrob now.

Why don't you sponsor the Lovers' Vigil?

No.

I'm still getting used to being single again.

And isn't the Vigil all about reuniting the souls

of long-lost loves?

(CHUCKLES) I'm done with lovers

and their souls for the time being.

Mmm, well, speak for yourself.

Addy's been out of town,

and I cannot wait to unite our souls

all over the Historical Society.

Oh, come on. What?

The Keeper's quarters are too cramped.

Yeah, well, no need to rub it in.

The rest of us are lonely enough.

I, uh, I almost forgot the cider.

(DOOR OPENS)

Thank you.

Have you spoken to Ace lately?

I'm just giving him space.

Feels like the least I could do

after stomping on his heart.

How is he?

You could ask him yourself.

But I am late.

Me and Nick have to pick up flowers.

Do you mind holding the fort?

(ENTRY BELL JINGLES)

Did you forget something?

Bess told me to bring these, she said...

you'd be running errands.

I have no errands whatsoever.

Bess Parent Trapped us.

You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to.

You can just set the box down and go.

Or you could stay.

See, I don't know what's right anymore.

I've been trying to make peace with it all,

but I was so mad at you.

I know.

I respect what you want, I really do.

But what hurts is that I lost a friend.

Over a stupid... like, not even a kiss!

If there's anything that I can do...

for us to be friends again...

- I'd like that. - (BELL JINGLES)

- OFFICER: There he is, we got him. - Wait, Ace...

Horseshoe Bay PD.

You're under arrest for the theft of eight bodies...

- ACE: What? - NANCY: What's going on here?

... from the Horseshoe Bay graveyard.

Okay, Officer, I have no idea what you're talking about.

- NANCY: Wait, what? - (GROANS)

You have the right to remain silent...

I didn't steal any bodies.

I know... I believe you.

♪ ♪

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Joyce.

How am I not allowed in the bullpen?

I'm the community liaison.

Not anymore.

That program's under review by the new chief.

BESS: Hey.

They just booked Ace.

They wouldn't let me near him.

Okay, well, Carson's on his way,

and Nick is trying to reach Ace's parents.

Yeah, it turns out the Appalachian Trail

has zero cell coverage.

In the meantime,

I just turned in my first assignment

as Abbott's law clerk,

so how about I throw a little habeas corpus around?

Mm.

Nancy, the chief will see you.

Chief Lovett, I'm Nancy...

Nancy Drew.

Get over here.

I am thrilled to have you in my office, Nancy Drew.

God, I wish I had something around here for you to sign.

Why?

Come on, you're a local hero.

You've been solving actual crimes since you were 12.

God, at 12, I was still searching

for everyone's missing pets.

So, what can I do for you?

You can release my friend Ace.

(GROANS) Sorry, I can't do that.

No, not with what we found behind his parents' house,

where Ace has been house-sitting alone for weeks.

We've got a very strong case against him.

You don't, because there is no chance

Ace dug up graves and stole bodies.

That's not who he is.

Ace is responsible and law-abiding.

- His father was a police captain. - Sure.

Police captains have been known to father children.

Ace is also employed by the town.

At the coroner's office,

where he's surrounded by dead bodies.

So is the coroner, but you didn't arrest him.

Do you actually have a shred of evidence against Ace?

Oh, we've got the goods.

Box is a little small for eight bodies, don't you think?

(CHUCKLES) This is great. I love it.

We're just gonna make each other better.

Take my number.

Text me if you need anything.

GEORGE: It's called habeas corpus.

"To have the body".

It means you literally have to have the eight bodies

before you arrest Ace.

JOYCE: That's not what habeas corpus means.

- (CLEARS THROAT) - What?

Oh, my God! The ice cream sandwiches I ordered!

That's not ice cream sandwiches! What are you... ?

(GASPS)

What are you doing? It's a delivery for the chief.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Definitely not ice cream sandwiches.

BESS: They clearly ID'd it as one of the missing bodies.

Maybe because of this ring?

It could be a family crest?

NANCY: And this piece of sleeve.

- Burial clothes. - GEORGE: Right, so let's do the same.

Nancy already has the names of the eight bodies

from her investigating a few weeks ago.

So let's just identify the body

this arm belongs to and figure out

how it wound up behind Ace's house.

Then maybe that'll help us figure out

why someone would have the motive to steal it.

And seven more.

We'll split up and move fast.

- I'll grab Nick. - Okay, all right.

Bess and I will do a deep dive

on the identities of our "late eight".

God, this is my fault.

This deep dive should have happened weeks ago.

Instead, I let the case go cold.

Hey, we are going to defrost it.

Okay?

We got you.

No leads from any of the other neighbors.

What are you drinking?

Oh, Mrs. Burnstein gave me some apple cider.

She saw my video.

Anyway, she also told me about what happened.

Mr. Williams next door

is the one who discovered the arm.

He was walking his dog around 10:00 p.m.

when it started barking like crazy

and then ran off in Ace's yard.

And, let me guess, brought his owner back

a skeletal arm treat.

- Mm-hmm. - Let's go.

Pretty big hole for just an arm, no?

(PHONE BUZZING)

My dad says Ace should be able to post bail tomorrow.

His arraignment will be in a few days.

Hopefully that gives us enough time

to prove he's innocent, and they'll have no choice

but to drop the charges.

(DOGS BARKING)

Do you hear that?

(BARKING CONTINUES)

It's 10:00 p.m.

Exactly when Mr. Williams' dogs

started barking and ran off last night.

NANCY: Hey, look at all these.

Dozens of complaints from the past couple nights

about dogs barking in this neighborhood.

At various spots, including this one.

What time were the complaints made?

Right after 10:00 p.m. Every one.

I'm thinking we follow those dogs.

Tell me you're not blaming yourself

for what happened to Ace.

Of course I'm blaming myself.

If I'd found these bodies weeks ago

instead of taking on a bunch of small-time cases

to pay the bills, Ace wouldn't be in jail right now.

You sure that's all it is?

What else would it be?

Listen, Ace...

Ace is a mess.

I've had my heart broken before,

but, man, if I have to hear

about how his barometer

shattered one more time, then...

What is that?

Is that a footprint?

(RUSTLING)

(SNARLING)

Nobody stole that body.

It rose from the grave itself.

Hey, listen, thank you so much

for agreeing to sit down with the Glasses.

Hear 'em out, you know?

This could be a worthwhile opportunity for you.

Hmm, yeah, and for you it gets you out of their debt?

Yeah, well, it's not a debt exactly.

It's more like a hostage situation.

Right, oh, yeah, maybe next time

you rent and then destroy a skinwalker hatchet

belonging to some, you know,

friendly suburban relic traders,

maybe don't put your Porsche up as collateral?

Hey, be fair.

You know you miss those relic runs

in my car just as much as I do.

And, besides, it's no secret that the town council

is gonna be voting to reduce the quarterly funding

for the Historical Society.

Yeah, I am doing everything I can

to remind the town how important the Society is,

you know, without exposing its secrets, of course.

Of course. Of course.

It's... you know, it doesn't hurt

to sit down with like-minded people, right?

I mean, this... this... they... they could be your backup plan.

Yeah, fine, and I will happily sit down with them

after the Vigil, thank you very much.

Wait...

Uh...

(GASPS)

Or right now could work, too.

Here she is.

Bess, meet Shelby and Jonas.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hi!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

As Keeper, you receive newly-discovered

relics for safe storage.

What if I told you

that many of those relics and haunted objects

could fetch a premium on the black market?

I would say that was true, yes.

And since the items bound for your Archive Room

are technically off the books,

why not let us utilize our expertise

as relic connoisseurs by monetizing them for you?

See, this-this right here,

this sounds like a cool idea.

Totally.

(PHONE BUZZING)

I'm sorry. I have to take this.

Um, okay.

I mean...

Hi, 4:00 p.m. at the docks?

I will get a ride and I'll meet you there.

Okay.

(PHONE BEEPS)

So, what do you think?

Can we help each other?

Um, Mr. and Mrs. Glass,

I admire your entrepreneurial zest,

but I must decline your offer.

Sorry.

(CLEARS THROAT)

- (CLEARS THROAT) - Listen, if I could...

Okay, um, listen.

Hold on, please.

Please, please, please, listen,

I'm... I'm so sorry that that didn't work, obviously.

But you saw I tried my best.

All right.

Deal's a deal.

You can have your car back.

Really?

Thank you. Thanks.

(DOOR OPENS)

- (CHUCKLES) - (DOOR CLOSES)

Aren't those your paying cases?

These are cases that can wait.

(SIGHS)

Good news, Ace definitely didn't steal any bodies.

- Bad news... - It's looking like the bodies stole themselves.

Nick and I only witnessed one walking corpse,

but I have to imagine the other seven are out there as well.

As to why and how

eight corpses reanimated,

burst from their graves, and have been creeping around town

for the last five weeks...

Could be a ritual gone awry,

could be a mystical timer that went off.

Totally, it could be either.

But reanimated bodies

are found in plenty of cultures worldwide.

You have the upyr of Ukraine,

you have the soucriant of the Caribbean...

Is there a common method for how to deal with them?

Aside from run away very quickly?

Depends on how they died.

Once we know that,

we can figure out what caused them to reanimate.

And then from there, get them back to rest.

That is tomorrow's mission.

Today's mission?

Find the bodies.

Get some proof to Chief Lovett

about their current behavior.

And how exactly are we going to achieve that?

I am working on it. I have a theory

based on what I saw in the marsh and hole in Ace's backyard.

I think the bodies bury themselves during the daytime,

and at night they rise.

I just have to figure out what they're doing.

Okay, while you puzzle that out,

I did get an ID on the body

that is now one-armed.

The ring belonged to a woman named India Burnett.

India.

I remember that name.

Most recently deceased of all the dead bodies.

She died in 1998 at the age of 27.

"Cause of death inconclusive".

(CHUCKLES) Profoundly unhelpful.

But I did find this.

Took a lot of stalking around the hilltopper part of town,

but I got the story.

India's parents were really wealthy,

but she was deeply troubled.

She suffered from long, depressive episodes,

so she took to living alone on her yacht.

That's where they found her body in 1998.

There's the name of the boat behind her.

Lost Time.

I recognized that boat from my Marvin days.

Yeah, it's docked in the private hilltoppers' harbor.

They say that no one's been inside it

since the day India died.

Well, it's about to get a visitor.

Okay, I got to get back to The Claw.

Carson probably needs help with Ace's case.

Uh, have you spoken to Ace?

How's he doing?

Ace was suspended from his job at the morgue

until this is over.

I'm gonna find the proof we need to free him.

(KEYS JINGLING)

♪ ♪

(INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION)

MAN (OVER RADIO): Reports of a prowler boarding the Lost Time.

Mind checking it out real quick?

GUARD: Hello?

Hello?

Anyone here?

NANCY: Hey!

You're the fish guy.

You're the town detective.

Hi. Tristan. Nice to meet you.

Hide me.

Um... get in the, uh, lobster hold.

Ah, lobsters aren't my favorite.

But you work at The Claw.

Exactly. They know what I've done to their friends.

Now or never.

MAN: Hey, Kenny, have a look around...

Did you see anyone running past you just now?

Step back. I'm searching your boat.

Yeah, I don't think so.

Not without a warrant.

You want to go get one? I'll wait.

I'll have your boat impounded for illegal docking.

Be sure to tell the Gloversons why their daily catch

is coming to them late and spoiled, though.

Know what? I'll tell them myself...

Kenny.

You're good.

(GROANING)

I'm never going in there again.

- You did great. - (LAUGHS)

Thank you for your help.

I hope that doesn't mean I risked your boat

or your livelihood.

I hope this means that we can keep running into each other.

Um...

Yeah, you just...

Oh, my God!

(GROANS)

- (LAUGHS) Thank you, bye! - You're okay.

Could be some kind of code...

- (PHONE CHIMES) - or a rune.

- Ah! - (DOOR CLOSES)

50,000 views and counting.

Oh, my God, Nick is a media darling.

Is it me, or all these women of Horseshoe Bay

just thirsty as hell?

Do I sense a hint of regret?

No, it's just Nick and I have barely even broken up.

We haven't even had time to talk about

things we haven't even talked about.

What am I going to say to him

at the Lovers' Vigil tonight?

Got some stuff here.

Are you sketching an old outline of Horseshoe Bay?

'Cause that's not bad.

Sorry, what?

Well, here, check it out.

This is old Horseshoe Bay before '99,

when they incorporated the eastern marsh.

It looks just like it.

I only remember because I used to take Lucy out there

to stare at the stars.

That's close to where I found India's body last night.

Okay, hold up.

What does an old map of Horseshoe Bay have to do

with whatever India's reanimated body is up to now?

I love how casually you just said that.

What if India's body is following a pattern,

and the other bodies, too?

Bess, can you track all

the Stoop Snoop complaints about barking dogs

since the night the bodies went missing?

- Mm-hmm. - Every neighborhood in Horseshoe Bay.

Look for patterns.

Yeah, on it.

If the dogs bark when the bodies emerge,

maybe we can locate the others

and predict where they're going tonight.

And we can be there when they move again.

I will send you what I find from the road.

Ryan is driving me to pick up a shipment from the docks,

um, from a deceased medium's estate.

And we'll make it speedy

'cause I got the old wheels back.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, look, I know that turning down the Glasses

means you didn't solve your issue

with the town council, but...

You know, if I can help at all, I'm here.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm just trying to figure out another way...

- (ENGINE REVVING) - Ryan, what's happening?

I don't know, the brakes are going out!

(BOTH SHOUTING)

- (EXCLAIMING) - (TIRES SCREECHING)

(CRASHES)

Hi, hi, hello, this is Bess Marvin.

I'm gonna be late to pick up a shipment.

Is that a talisman?

I'm sorry, my "assistants" picked it up just now?

No, I don't have any assistants.

I can't believe it.

The Glasses did this.

Oh, my God.

Okay. You know what? When we get back into town,

I am getting my shipment back

and they're having a piece of my mind.

- No, no, stay out of this, okay? - Yes.

Because I-I underestimated how dangerous they are.

I mean, we could have died.

You let me handle this, okay?

♪ It seems you're ♪

♪ All in, fallin' ♪

♪ Liquid courage callin' ♪

♪ Faded, wantin' ♪

♪ To get right into something... ♪

- Hey, everything okay? - Yeah, my dad said

- Ace got out on bail. - Okay.

I doubt he'll come to the Vigil,

but he's sleeping at home tonight.

Hey, you're late.

I was worried about you.

Yeah, you, you won't believe what happened. We just had...

A flat tire is what we had.

Yeah, can you believe it?

We had a flat tire,

but nothing to worry about, right?

I'll catch you guys later.

Hey.

How are we doing with complaints?

Yes, done.

Five weeks of dog barking posts.

Logged and mapped.

Anything that points to the bodies?

NANCY: If there is, I don't see it yet.

Hello.

(SQUEALING): Oh, my God, you made it...

Mmm.

- Yes! - I wasn't gonna let you

spend the Vigil alone.

Now, um, I read the rules,

and it's a punishable offense if we don't dance.

- Oh. - So...

I am so glad you found me.

Do you mind?

No, go dance.

(LAUGHING)

The rules are the rules.

♪ What happens next ♪

♪ Or is it all in my head? ♪

♪ But when I'm reading your lips ♪

George, you okay?

Great.

All my failings come crashing together at once.

I just spent ten hours writing this legal memo

for Judge Abbott, and he says none of it's usable.

I don't even know what Shepardizing means,

but apparently I'm awful at it.

I'm sorry.

Well, don't know if it helps

coming from one of your alleged failings.

You're not.

I really shouldn't have said that.

I've actually been meaning to talk to you.

Just...

... not like this.

Oh, well, that's too bad,

because I'm already here.

And I'm listening.

♪ Liquid courage callin' ♪

♪ Faded, wantin' ♪

♪ To get right into... ♪

Why did you sell the engagement ring?

Yeah, I saw it in the pawnshop window last month.

I needed the money to pay a contractor

to seal up the Veil.

To protect the town.

I wasn't trying to hurt you.

Yeah, and you didn't, really.

I...

I was just surprised.

Because it felt final.

I guess a part of me had still hoped that maybe

you would hold onto the ring.

Just on the off chance that one day we...

It's stupid, I...

Neither of us have changed our minds.

We can't live our lives waiting for something

that may or may not happen.

- That... - Yeah.

It's not really living.

I mean, you...

You should download one of those apps

and say yes.

Say yes to what?

All the women who are going to message you.

(LAUGHING)

I will take that into consideration.

Okay.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Strange party.

Feels like laws are being broken.

I just don't know which ones.

Is this arts and crafts?

No, it is the centerpiece of the Lover's Vigil.

Didn't mean to offend.

Tell me.

Local legend says on this night every year,

lovers' souls separated in death can find each other.

So people write the name of their beloved,

seal it in a bottle, and send it out to sea

so their souls can reunite if they so desire.

On this side or the other.

And there's general buy-in on this?

You seem to have an issue

with what people in this town believe.

In my experience,

when people start believing ghost stories,

problems lie ahead.

I don't want to see anyone get hurt.

Same.

I'm running out of bottles.

Can you, uh, cover my table for a minute?

I'll be right back.

(SIGHS)

(PUTS PEN DOWN)

(LAUGHTER AND INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Um...

Hey, you guys can't be in here.

Uh, this is for staff only.

Hey, don't touch the archive boxes.

Can you just...

- Oh! - Oh.

You're here.

After 24 hours in jail I didn't...

feel like sitting at home alone.

They can't be here.

- Dangerous artifacts and... - Yeah.

(WHISTLES LOUDLY)

Hey, everybody out!

Party's over. Come on.

(GUESTS GROANING)

Let's go, do that somewhere else.

I should go, too.

I'm really sorry for this.

For everything.

I'm sorry I made it weird weeks ago in my loft and...

You didn't.

I did. It's my fault.

Wish I knew what you meant.

I wish I could tell you.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Ooh, you're bleeding.

Uh...

The bottle must have just cracked

when I tripped, so...

- Wait, you... - I'm going to just clean it up.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS)

Did I ever tell you I tanked my first law school final?

No.

I was working two jobs to put myself through it.

Yeah.

Bakery in the morning, parking garage at night.

Wow.

Want to know how I did it?

- Time machine? - (CHUCKLES) No.

Just an award-winning time management system.

Taught to me by a pastry chef.

Every day at 4:00 a.m.

What award did that win?

Pastries.

Yay.

(CHUCKLES)

Look.

Let's see.

(GEORGE SIGHS)

A judge would not spend this much time

marking up an assignment unless he saw real potential

in you and wanted you to do better.

Eh, I find that really questionable.

I mean, who would want to work

with a scatterbrained lawyer like me?

I think you trained your brain

to survive by juggling a million things at once,

but right now, maybe that superpower

is killing this superpower.

I can work with you

to gather all the pieces, to focus.

Will you accept my help?

Are there pastries involved?

(CHUCKLES)

♪ ♪

The first map of Horseshoe Bay.

What's all this?

It's old maps of Horseshoe Bay.

1999, 1975, 1951, and so on.

Each corresponds with the time period

from when one of the missing bodies was alive.

These bodies are walking the town limits

as they knew them during their lifetime.

And they all meet here. Geiger Clearing.

Bess said according to the locations

of the latest dog barking clusters,

that's where the bodies will be tonight.

The site where the town was founded.

George will keep the Vigil running.

The rest of us need to go now.

NICK: So if each of the bodies is walking the outline of the town

from when they were alive

and converging in this one consistent point,

Geiger Clearing,

does that mean they remember?

I don't think so.

Based on Bess's research,

reanimated corpses aren't conscious.

They're more like rogue nuclear submarines...

programmed, mindless, on a warpath.

On a warpath to do what?

I don't know.

And tonight I don't care.

We're here to exonerate Ace.

This should be the place.

- (TWIG CRACKING) - (DOG BARKING)

There.

(BONES CRACKING)

♪ ♪

NICK (WHISPERING): What are they doing?

LOVETT: What is going on here?

NANCY: Glad you could join us.

I appreciate you taking my text seriously.

BESS: Yeah, is this enough proof for you

that Ace did not steal those bodies?

- How are you doing this? - We're not.

(SCREAMING)

(YELPING AND GASPING)

(RETCHING)

Oh, that was unexpected.

How do you feel about dropping those charges?

(CLEARS THROAT)

So no word on Chunky the Ferret?

None, but I did manage to request an extension

on my electricity bill, so...

Yay. That's great.

Why the long face?

I thought exonerating Ace

would fix things,

but it didn't.

Because I've been lying to him for weeks,

pretending I don't love him.

Only to protect him, though.

Yeah, and still caused so much suffering.

It's like my compass is off.

My sense of true north.

And-and I...

I'm supposed to be an adult now,

so why do I feel so lost?

An adult? (CHUCKLES)

Well, then welcome to the club of lost adults.

You know, because we're all just trying to wing it.

Yeah, and that's not good enough.

I want to make decisions that I can be proud of.

I want to be someone that I can be proud of.

(DOOR OPENING)

(STRAINING)

Ryan, have you confronted the Glasses yet?

Because I really need those relics back.

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

Confronted the Glasses about what?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

We just... It's nothing.

We just didn't give them what they wanted,

so they melted my engine with some weird talisman.

- You said it was a flat tire. - Yeah...

- Well, we crashed into a tree. - Whoa.

But Ryan is sorting it, isn't he?

You could have been hurt or worse.

RYAN: Look, I'm taking care of it.

The Glasses are way more dangerous

than I thought, and I don't need you

or-or you or anyone getting involved.

Okay? So...

As your father, promise me,

that you're gonna stay away.

(EXHALES)

(DOOR OPENS)

Nancy.

Someone chasing you again?

Good news, I'm lobster free.

You live here?

This is your house.

Yeah. Well, technically, it's my parents' house.

Sometimes I sleep on the boat.

Your parents are Jonas and Shelby Glass.

Did you want to speak to them?

♪ ♪

(SIGHS)

♪ Don't go on a witch hunt ♪

(SLIME GURGLING)

♪ If you don't wanna find one ♪

♪ I'll make you believe ♪

♪ In more than what you can see... ♪

(CLACKING)

(LAUGHING)

Electricity bill extension tonight.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

♪ Each time the witches fly ♪

♪ There's no moon tonight... ♪

If that's not Chunky Velez,

step away from the door.

I am only accepting visits from ferrets tonight.

- You were lying. - What?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You do have feelings for me.

This could have been written by anybody.

How many order tickets

have you written me at The Claw?

I know your handwriting.

That bottle shattered at the Vigil,

just like the barometer shattered in my apartment.

Both times I felt something, and I know you felt it, too.

And both times we were close enough to...

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Ace, we can't.

Tell me why not.

Because we're cursed.

(WOMAN SCREAMS, BELL DINGS)

(PENCIL SCRIBBLING)

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