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CHILDREN:
Lucy Sable once was able

to look upon the sea.

(wind rumbling)

But someone got her
in the water.

(snapping nearby)

CHILDREN:
Now that's

where she'll always be.

(screaming)

NANCY:
Horseshoe Bay's
most infamous Sea Queen

wore her crown
for only one night.

CHILDREN:
Count to five, enjoy the view.

Hope the killer
doesn't get you!

NANCY:
People say
she still haunts our town.

CHILDREN:
One, two.

BOTH:
Three, four, five.

You'll never get out
of here alive!

GIRL:
You're our Sea Queen,
Nancy Drew.

Seriously, guys?

Yeah, put it on there.
Yeah. You have
to put it on the gravestone,

or else it's not official.

Come on.

GIRL 2:
Now you're one of them.

Ooh! You are now.

All hail
the Sea Queen.
Yeah.

All hail
the Sea Queen.
(yells)

(screaming, laughter)

I totally got you.

Hey, you all right?

Look like you
saw a ghost.

NANCY:
But I don't believe in ghosts.

I believe in looking
for the truth.

Hey, where
are you going?

NANCY:
My parents called it curiosity.

(gasps)
Said I was just born that way.

But I know
that's not the whole story.

It's just a dream, sweetheart.
Here, take Mommy's flashlight.

NANCY:
It wasn't a dream.

But what was it?

After that night,
I began to chase the shadows.

And Horseshoe Bay
had a lot of them.

WOMAN:
Rose?!

WOMAN:
Rose?
Rose?

(indistinct chatter)

Rose?

MAN:
Want every
vehicle cleared!

NANCY:
When a local child
went missing,

the whole town went looking,

but I'm the one who saved her.

I found Rose Turnbull
behind a hidden staircase.

I ended up getting grounded,
but it didn't matter.

I was hooked.

Mysteries were everywhere,
and I loved solving them.

It was more than just a hobby.

It was part of who I was.

(Kate crying)

We'll get a second opinion
in Boston.

Dad? Mom, what's wrong?

Mom?

But then life dropped
a real mystery into my lap.

One that couldn't be solved.

I don't go searching
in the dark anymore.

(thunder rumbling)

Not after
the darkness found me.

(Nancy and Nick moaning)

Hey, hey, hey, everything's
better in time...

(Nick moans)

NANCY:
His name is Ned Nickerson,

but he goes by Nick,

which is definitely
the right call.

No offense
to all the Neds out there.

All I know is
that when I'm with him,

I don't think
of anything else,

and that's a good thing.

Sorry. I, uh,
never do this.

Huh. You say
that every time.

Also never thought
I'd be wearing this.

I'm not exactly where
I thought I'd be, either.

And that would be
freshman tailback

for University
of Florida,

which is where I'm from,
if you're curious.

You don't ask a lot
of questions, do you?

What can I say?

Girls love mystery.

Everything's
right on time...

You have a customer!

Supersonic girl

Bouncing off
the satellite...

NANCY: Hard to believe
that was me a year ago.

Or maybe what's harder
to believe

is, this is me now.

Hey, Nancy.
Hey, guys.

At least until
this time next year.

Something for everybody

Got something...

Ooh, look who's late.

Getting to be a habit.
Sorry.

As I'm sure you're aware,
this isn't high school.

You work for me now.

Super aware, George.

100% total awareness

every time you
bring it up.

NANCY:
George Fan, manager.

Former high school classmate,
major holder of grudges.

One of which is
apparently against me.
GEORGE: Drew!

Clam chowder, table eight.
Gosh...

I'll tell you about it
some other time.

Got something for everybody

Got something

For everyone

Got something
for everybody...

Hey, what happened
to all the crackers?

My bad.

Ace. No last name
that I know of.

It's part of his whole "Zen
and the Art of Dishwashing."

But at least
he doesn't judge me

for tanking my grades last year

and bailing on
the college applications.

Or maybe he forgot
I told him about that

during one of his smoke breaks.

This is your salad fork,

and this is your fork
for your main course.

Can I interest you
in an amuse-bouche?

I told you,
they get one fork.

And keep your bouche shut.
It amuses no one.

NANCY: Bess Marvin.
Not from around here.

As if the Cartier watch
and Chanel flats

didn't give it away.

Taking a gap year from life
in the city,

crashing with her rich aunt
in a mansion by the bluffs...

(glass shatters)

Ay-ay.

...and not a natural
at the hospitality game.

Something for everybody.

(marching band playing)

BESS:
What's that for?

I'm recording the fireworks.

It's the, uh--
it's the first year

since I was little
that my family

hasn't been able to watch them
together.

And this way you can
when you get off work.

That is so sweet.

Um, actually...

(pounding on door)
Oh, my God.

Sorry, we're closing
early today for the parade.

Um, we could stay open
a little longer.

(entry bells jingle)
Mr. Hudson.

Welcome to The Claw.

I don't believe that
you've been in here before.

Thank you.
We need a, uh, quiet table

for a private conversation.

Of course.
Right this way.

RYAN:
Gentlemen.

(quietly):
Bess, do the fork thing.

NANCY:
Ryan Hudson, heir to his
family's business empire,

carrying on their tradition
of summering in Horseshoe Bay.

And, uh, can you bring something
to my wife?

She's outside in the car.

Oh, your wife is here?

Yeah. Uh, and make sure
it doesn't have a bun--

um, salt, sauce.

basically anything that makes it
taste remotely good.
(laughter)

Got it.

This is your salad fork,

and this is your fork
for your main course.

Wife needs food.
I need a minute.

Little help, please.

Since when does George
need help with anything?

This place isn't
the Hamptons.

No, it's not the
Vineyard, it's--

Do you remember
that town in Jaws?

Yeah, it's like that,
but with no shark.

At least the shark
made things exciting.

I got to go.

Is this okay?

Can you bring me
a glass of white?

Crisp and mineral-y,
no oak.

I know just the vintage.
Yeah.

Please tell me this
isn't the last box.
Sorry, I was thirsty.

I will go check the storeroom.

I'm growing on her.

Like a fungus, Ace.

(lights buzzing)

It wasn't me.

RYAN:
Pull out your phone.

As I was saying...

I'll be right back.

The whole marina's out.

(phone chimes)

(entry bells jingle)

Mrs. Hudson?

Hello?

(plate shatters)

Mrs. Hudson?
(fireworks exploding)

Oh, my God.

Help!

Someone?

Help!

(gasping)

Nancy?
GEORGE:
What happened?

NICK:
You okay?

Whoa.

She's dead.

(sirens wailing)

(entry bells jingle)

(sirens wailing)

(indistinct radio chatter)

So, what do you five
have to say?

I'd ask you to check
the cameras in the storeroom,

because I'd totally
be on there, time stamped,

looking for wine.

But we don't have any cameras
in the storeroom.

I was in the ladies' room,
and it's a single stall,

so, yeah... by myself.

I already said
the repair shop was closed.

I figured that implied
it was empty.

That's why I was headed here
for dinner.

Ryan Hudson can verify
my whereabouts.

I delivered food to him
and his friends

when the lights went out.

Yeah, since the waitresses
were nowhere to be seen.

Not that I think
they did anything wrong.

I found her.

My fingerprints will be
on her plate.

Other than the person
who may have done this,

I believe I was the last one
to see her alive.

Ace here has an alibi.

What?
Bring the rest
down to the station.

Tell Mr. Hudson and his friends
they are free to leave.

Why don't they
let us go already?

(sighs)

They're trying to decide
if we're just witnesses

or if they have enough
to charge us.

Charge us? With what?

The death
of Tiffany Hudson.

Hey, Nancy.

Karen. Hi.
Um, I was just...

She's "Detective Hart"
in here, FYI.

Can we go now?

We've told you all we know.
We're not suspects.

I disagree with
your opinion.

I'm looking at a decent
four-pack.

Town screwup, ex-con,
city girl, and...

Nancy Drew.

Why does he say your name
like that?

She used to complicate my job.

You mean do it for you?

Ah, Ms. Fan.

I haven't thrown your mom
in the drunk tank this month.

How's she doing?
Say hi.
Mm.

And for the rest of you...

It-it was one count
of shoplifting.

I never did
any hard time.

Didn't say you did.

But good to know.
By "ex-con,"

I meant him.

(phone ringing)

Happened when I was a minor.

Record's sealed,
and time served.

You never told me
you went to jail.

One of the many things
you never asked about.

Oh... so this is
a thing.

What concerns me is why you
aren't questioning Ryan Hudson.

In a case like this, you have
to look to the husband first.

Thanks for setting me straight.

Maybe you can share more of
your theories in my office.

Everyone else,
you can go.

There were no signs of trauma,

so maybe Tiffany had
a health condition

or a drug problem.

I mean, maybe foul play
isn't even involved.

We're pretty sure it is.

OPERATOR:
911. What's the nature
of your emergency?

TIFFANY:
Help me. Please.

Please. I'm at The Claw.

No!
(static)

OPERATOR:
Hello? Hello?

Ma'am, are you there?
(clicks)

Where were you
when this happened?

Where were you
when this happened?

I didn't see anyone, I swear.

HART:
I believe you, Nancy.

Look, I loved your mom
like a sister,

and I know you
wouldn't do this.

But a socialite killed
on parade night,

we-we have to solve
this case fast.

(echoing):
It's not...

Her ring.

She was wearing it

when I first came out,

but not when I found her
on the ground.

Yeah, well, someone
like Tiffany Hudson

would have a very nice ring.

Could be a game changer
for anybody.

Maybe help your dad.

Medical bills do add up.

Wow.

So now my mom dying is somehow
a motive for murder.

And I thought
you wanted my help.

Look, if you're not
charging me,

then I believe
I'm free to go.

But don't go too far.
You're still a suspect.

So are your friends.

They're not my friends.

Karen was totally
out of line calling you.

I didn't ask for a lawyer.

How about a father?

You're still living
under my roof.

That's more than
I can say for you.

I've just been buried
at work.
Poor word choice,

given recent events.
Hey,

you know how much
I treasured your mom,

but that doesn't mean,
now that she's gone,

I don't have to attend
to everything I neglected.

Does that include
your daughter?

Nancy.

At least let me
drive you home.

That went well.

It was a conversation.

You guys have to
start somewhere.
(sighs)

(wind whistling)

CHILDREN:
Lucy Sable once was able

to look upon the sea,

but someone got her
in the water,

now that's where
she'll always be.

(indistinct whispering voices)

NANCY:
Sorry, Mom. I tried
to record the fireworks,

but all I got was...

Wait a second.

(static)

(static)

Oh! (gasps)

Sorry, gets me every time.

(sighs)
Tiffany Hudson,

murdered by a ghost.

Okay, you've seen it
three times.

Can I have it back?

You're the one who asked
for our opinion.

Because I thought
you would help me

find another explanation.

I think my girl Bess nailed it.

Not your girl.
Never will be.

And not just any ghost.

Dead Lucy.

Okay, not sure she's a credible
alternative suspect here, Ace.

You all know this ghost?

ACE:
Lucy Sable. She was
crowned Sea Queen

in the year 2000.

Disappeared after
the celebration,

never seen again.

Blood on the rocks,

a little scrap
of her pink dress.

It's definitely her.

Except definitely not.

Ghosts aren't real, Bess.

You guys,
Lucy gets blamed

for a lot of stuff
around here.

Kid puts a baseball
through a window.

Dead Lucy.

Wife finds a strange earring
in bed,

husband blames Lucy.

Never had a murder
pinned on her, though.

Unlike us.

(knocking on door)

(sighs)
Welcome to The Claw.

Glad that murder didn't
affect your appetite.

I'm just here for coffee.

Usually, Nancy brings me one,

but this morning
she didn't show.

I thought maybe learning
about my past

might have scared her off.

I thought that you were
gonna wait for me

at the police station
so you could explain...

more fully and in private.

GEORGE:
You had no problem talking about
my sex life back in high school.

I never spread
any of those rumors.

No. You just listened to your
friends and smiled. Right?

Customer wanted coffee.
I think he changed his mind.

Oh.

Nancy?

Nick and I are
seeing each other.

He seems to have
an issue with me

not acknowledging
this publicly,

and has decided that now
is the time to rectify this.

Consider it rectified.

I feel much better.

Other than the fact that
we're all murder suspects,

even though the real culprit
is probably Ryan Hudson.

No.

I can't believe
he's behind it.
NICK: Why?

'Cause he's rich?

I'm with Nancy.

Look at the husband first.

We need evidence
of his motive.

Which we'd find where?

In their house.

In their room. Husband and wife,
it's an intimate relationship.

I mean, to start, were
they even sharing a bed?

Well, if she liked her sex
like she liked her fish--

that'd be dry
and flavorless--

so I would say nope.

Mean.

But relevant.

Is either of them on medication?

Is there a secret cell phone?
Is there a new will?

A post-nup?
An insurance policy?

Gambling debt.
A strange addiction.

I thought you were
Team Ghost.
I am Team Ghost.

Is the stolen ring evidence
of a botched robbery?

Or is that what it's
supposed to look like?

Exactly.

NANCY:
Except I don't do this anymore.

I just... uh, I just meant that
that's where I would start.

If I was gonna start something.
But I'm sure...

(entry bells jingle)
the police can
figure it out on their own.

Hey there.
Good morning.

Think she'll change her mind?

Not sure.

She's been different
since her mom died.

(sighs)

NANCY:
This is it.

The home of Ryan

and "not killed by a ghost"
Tiffany Hudson.

(crickets chirping)

(garage door opening)

(car alarm beeps)

(car door closes)

(engine starts)

(garage door closing)

NANCY:
Breaking and entering.
Just like riding a bike.

(crickets chirping)

(wind whistling)

(door slams)
(gasps)

(exhales)

(indistinct chatter)

MAN:
If you can see anything...

GHOSTLY VOICE:
Nancy.

(men conversing
indistinctly nearby)

(beeping)

MAN:
There's something over there.

MAN 2:
I'll take a look.

MAN:
Go ahead and reset
the alarm that, uh...

(whispering): Hey.
Nick? What the hell?

Shh. Security company.
Yeah, I know.

(panting)

MAN 1: Back door?
MAN 2: Yep.

This way.

(indistinct chatter continues)
(both panting)

NICK:
Down here.

No.

Nancy. Come on.
My hat.

I didn't take you
for such a badass.

You think that guy
killed his wife,

and you break into his house?

Yeah. To try and help our case.

What were you doing there,
following me?

Hearing you talk today,
thought you might

do something dangerous.

And you know what?
You're welcome.

Because, yes, I have a record.

And, yes, I put myself
at risk going in there.

Why?

(exhales)
Because it was worth it.

(keys jangle)

(engine starts)

NICK:
Thought you said your dad
would be at work.

Uh, he is.
That's my mom's car.

Doesn't run,
or I'd be driving it.

Hey

What's the point of this?

If you ever want to
talk about your mom,

or anything...
My mom?

Who told you?

Nancy...

I like you. Okay?

And I'll tell you
about my past

if you tell me
about yours.

Hey.

Whenever you're ready.

NANCY:
But I'm never
going to be ready.

Wait, I don't, I don't, I don't
think it's a good idea for us

to start anything serious.

Um... I mean, this time
next year, I'll be in college.

And what?
I'll still be here?

Fixing boats in Horseshoe Bay,
going nowhere fast?

Nick, that's not what I meant.
Yeah, yeah.

Maybe you're right.
I'm sorry.

See, this is why
it's better not to talk!

NANCY:
If you ask George Fan for help,

she will never
let you forget it.

So, George... you come
from a long line of fishermen.

Also alcoholics
and highly fertile teenage moms.

That's a mariner's
good luck charm.
Yeah,

I looked it up online.
There's not a lot of info.

Oh. So you're seeking
my expert opinion?

Like, I know more than you?

In this limited area of
ocean-themed jewelry, yes.

Girlfriends would put messages
in the charm.

When their guys were out at sea,

they would dissolve the seal
in salt water to find the note.

Where'd you get it?

In the place where
it was being kept.

By the person
who owned it.
Who owned it?

Tiffany Hudson.

You broke into Ryan's house?!

It was a spur-of-
the-moment thing.

You stole Tiffany's jewelry?

Coming from the
known ex-felon.

It was a misdemeanor,
and I'm just saying,

I'm impressed.

Hate to admit it,
but so am I.

(bell rings)
I'm impressed, too.

It was in a hidden compartment
in Tiffany's nightstand.

With a note.

"For your protection"?
From what?

And who's H.G.?

GEORGE:
We got to crack
this thing open.

I bet there's a clue inside.

Where are you going?
That's mine.

Technically stolen property.

NANCY:
This is why I work alone.

Yo, can I come with you?
No, you cannot.

Hey, can I come with you?
Hey-- No.

Hey, can I come with you?
No.

BESS:
Ugh!

It works.
Don't sound so surprised.

Too bad there's nothing
but junk inside.

NANCY:
It isn't junk.

I've seen this before.

Wait, there's an address
on here.

725 Gallows Lane.

(gasps)

It's a medium.

Medium what?

Oh! Because Tiffany
was being haunted.

Wait. Maybe Tiffany
was like Bess.

If she believed in ghosts,
she could've tried

to communicate with one.

Or protect herself from one.

Even though that's crazy.
Also like Bess.

If this medium met with
Tiffany for any reason,

that's a lead
worth following.

Then, great, let's go.

Uh, guys? I, uh...

tend to do these sorts
of things by myself.

You wouldn't even know
about that medium

if it wasn't for my extensive
knowledge of maritime lore.

Plus...

you don't believe
in ghosts,

which a medium will pick up on
right away.

Admit it, Drew.

We're helpful.

NANCY:
I admit nothing.

Just follow my lead.

NANCY:
Can you just tell us

about Tiffany Hudson?

A séance isn't necessary.
And...

if I could just ask
you a few questions?

I brought a notepad.
(chuckles)

Nancy, just sit down
and let her do her little show.

Just ask her questions after.

It's ridiculous.
(whispers): It's awesome.

It was expensive.

HARRIET:
Best not to keep
the dead waiting.

Now you can ask your questions
to Tiffany directly.

BESS:
Oh.

Do you ever moisturize?

(whispers): Shut up.
HARRIET:
Don't break the circle.

Stay focused.

Close your eyes.

Now breathe together.

In... and out.

In a welcoming state.

Tiffany.
(whispers): Tiffany.

Tiffany.
(mouths)

Repeat after me.
Spirit... we welcome you.

OTHERS:
Spirit, we welcome you.

HARRIET:
Breathe it.

Mean it. Let her in.

OTHERS:
Spirit, we welcome you!
We have many

questions. But first...

do you have anything
you'd like to say to us?

(raspy breathing)

(raspy breathing continues)

(loud banging)

(gasping)

Find the dress.
Find the dress.

Find the dress!

(gasps)

(panting):
Get out.

That wasn't supposed
to happen.

What? What wasn't?

I heard a voice, from the dead.

You're a medium.
Occupational hazard.

Whose voice?
Whose dress?

That wasn't Tiffany.

(exhales)
That was Dead Lucy.

It's a black hat.
Could be anyone's.

HART:
It's cashmere.
Cable stitched.

Kate knit it for Nancy
when she went

on that sixth grade
camping trip to Shadow Ranch.

Not to mention
the long red hair inside.

You found this at
Ryan Hudson's house,

and now it's here
on my coffee table.

Yes. I took it
from a crime scene

and now I'm giving it
to you to destroy.
Karen,

you could lose
your job.
And Nancy

could lose a hell
of a lot more.

I don't think she had
anything to do

with Tiffany Hudson's
murder.

But trying to prove
her innocence

is gonna end up
making her guilty.

I don't know
what to say.

How about
you let me make sure

no one ever finds this?

Hey.

Thank you.

(footsteps approaching)

NANCY:
What the hell?

Nancy.

Karen was here with evidence

that you broke into
Ryan Hudson's house.

And as my lawyer, you're willing
to do anything to protect me?

Don't turn this
around on me.

Your father is worried about
you, Nancy, and so am I.

Not just as a police
officer but as a friend.

A friend?

Is that what you are?

Is that what you were to my mom?

This isn't how
I wanted you to find out.

That makes two of us.

I'm gonna go.
Actually, don't bother.

I was just leaving.

Need to get myself some
new legal representation.

If only I could get myself
a new father, too!

Nancy!

Let me explain! Nancy!

All this time, I thought
you were devastated,

and instead you
were hooking up?
You're right.

I haven't been
honest about Karen.

I was trying not to upset you,
which I realize I still did,

so... let's talk about it.

Okay? All of it.

There's nothing
to talk about.

I'll reapply for school and
get the hell out of here,

and you can get back
to your secret life.

Nancy.

Wait!

(knocking on door)

(crickets chirping)

Nancy?

You okay?

Yeah, totally. Hi.

I've wanted to believe
that this isn't my life.

That I'm not here,

that my mom isn't dead,

that Columbia is not
just a pipe dream. (sniffles)

But all of those things
are true.

This is my life...

and...

the only thing

making it any better

is you.

I want to get to know you.

I have
so many questions.

So wake me up when it's

All over

When I'm wiser

And I'm older

All this time

I was finding myself

And I

Didn't know I was lost

Mm...

Wake me up when it's

All over

All this time

I was finding myself

And I

Didn't know I was lost.

NICK: When I heard my knee pop,
I knew it was over.

Scholarships, future,
all of it.

For a long time,
thought my life was done.

Maybe things are starting
to turn around.

So was that
before or after

you went to jail?

(engine turns off)

You know what? It's okay.

You don't have to tell me now.

Why?

'Cause girls love mystery?

Because I can wait
until you're ready.

(engine starts)

I'm sure you have
a million questions.

Nope, only one.

I saw who just
dropped you off.

What are you doing
with Ned Nickerson?

What do you know
about Nick?
More than you do,

clearly.

Look,

I know I've screwed up,
let you down,

and maybe my words
don't mean much to you,

but if they mean anything,
please listen to me.

Stay away from that kid.

Oh, my God.

Were you his lawyer?

You know I couldn't discuss it,
even if I was.

NANCY:
That's totally a yes.

Just trust me
on this.

I'm late.

Let's talk later?

A real talk?

(shower running)

(shower turns off)

NANCY:
Come on.

Like I was ever seriously
considering not opening it.

Manslaughter?

"Defendant was found guilty

"after the testimony
of a single key witness...

...Tiffany Hudson."

(exhales)

(tow truck beeping)

(birds chirping)

Let's see if we can get
this thing running again.

Great.
(chuckles)

NANCY:
I can't believe
I missed the signs.

Nick may be
a really good kisser,

but he's also a real suspect...

with a real motive
for killing Tiffany Hudson.

Revenge.

Let's face it,
we all have secrets.

The truth is,

everyone who was at The Claw
that night is a suspect.

Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's
and bottles of bubbles

Girls with tattoos
who like getting in trouble

Lashes and diamonds,
ATM machines

Buy myself all of
my favorite things
Yeah

Been through some bad ...,
I should be a sad bitch
Hi.

Who would've thought
it'd turn me to a savage?

George,

it's way too soon
for this.

Too soon for what?

I'm not in high school anymore,
and you're not married.

Come on.

Make big deposits,
my gloss is popping

You like my hair?
Gee, thanks, just bought it

I see it, I like it,
I want it

I got it
Yeah

Whoever said money
can't solve your problems

Must not have had enough money
to solve them

They say, "Which one?" I say,
"Nah, I want all them"

Happiness is the same price
as red bottoms...

(grunting)

I want it, I got it,
I want it, I got it

I want it,
I got it, I want it, I got it

You like my hair?
Gee, thanks, just bought it

I see it, I like it,
I want it, I got it
Yeah

I want it, I got it,
I want it, I got it

I want it,
I got it, I want it, I got it

You like my hair?
Gee, thanks, just bought it

I see it, I like it,
I want it, I got it
Yeah

Wearing a ring,
but ain't gonna be no "Mrs."

Bought matching diamonds
for six of my bitches

I'd rather spoil all my...

NANCY:
The last time that happened,
it was not good.

(floor creaking)

(creaking continues)

(loud clattering)

(stairs creaking)

(wallpaper ripping)
(ghostly whispering)

CHILDREN:
Lucy Sable once was able

to look upon the sea.

But someone got her

in the water.

Now that's where
she'll always be.

Count to five,

enjoy the view.

Hope the killer
doesn't get you!

KATE:
It's just a trunk, sweetie.

CHILDREN:
One,

two, three, four, five.

You'll never get out
of here alive! (laughing)

HARRIET:
Find the dress. Find the dress.

Find the dress.

NANCY:
Why is it always
the ones you love most...

...who have the most to hide?

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(woman screams)
(bell dings)

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