All language subtitles for Nancy.Drew.2019.S04E09.WEB.x264-TORRENTGALAXY

I'm always three inches off.

Keep practicing.

We only get one shot
at killing this thing.

I think creating
a Sin Eater-slaying machine

has gone to your head.

Let's call it
a Sin Eater-slaying system.

The sooner we get rid
of the Sin Eater,

the sooner I can concentrate
on helping Bess start

an underground
historical society.

Even if she wins in court,

the FFTH isn't gonna let up
anytime soon.

Putting up the night vision
cameras was a good move.

And with Ryan on roundel watch,

- next time the Sin Eater's
summoned, we can track it.

Oh. Secret admirer?

Uh, let me guess, let me guess.

Nemo? Ariel?

Every day since we survived
the ghost web,

Tristan has been picking out
the nicest shell from his catch

and leaving it at my door.

Well, I'm happy for you,

-if it's what you want.
-Yeah, it is.

After everything got
so complicated with Ace...

What I like about Tristan
is how....

very uncomplicated he is.

He's open.

He says what he thinks.

His worldview, it's shiny,
so I'm trying something new.

Honesty and communicating well.

Sounds mature. Healthy, even.

Yeah, I'm modeling
after you and Jade.

Which seems to be working out?

Yeah. Yeah,
we're better than ever.

So, how do we figure out

the first sin
that the monster consumed?

We return to
the black door mirror

in the basement
of the yacht club.

Straight from Bess,
the metaphysical properties

of supernatural mirrors
cause them to hold onto

everything they've witnessed,
including--

in the case of this mirror--

the first sin
ever spoken into it.

Thanks to Bess,
we now know that the Sin Eater

is vulnerable
under a black moon.

And if we inject it with
the first sin it ever consumed,

it dies.

Then you've got 48 hours
to improve your...

Hey, do these pearls
say "not guilty"?

No idea, but make sure
you say that

when the judge asks,
"How do you plea?"

The breaking and entering charge
won't stick.

We'll make sure of it.

-Sorry I'm late.
-Hey.

-Hi.
-Hope I wasn't holding you up.

No. I didn't know
if you were gonna make it.

-Did the bank give you
the day off?
-No, I took it.

Come on, a new job is no excuse
for neglecting one's girlfriend.

How are you feeling?

Honestly, I just want
all of this to be over.

And to have dinner with you

and maybe invite your parents.

Are they okay?

They stopped sending me texts.

Your mom used to send me
flamingo memes every day.

Uh, about that...

They found out about
my court case, didn't they?

They understand, as head
of the Historical Society,

you're under fire, but...

when they heard the words
"violated restraining order,"

they cooled on you a bit.

They'll come around.

I know Bess is your friend,

but you can't give her
false hope

or guarantee her
any specific result.

Anything can happen in court.

No, she can't be on the hook
for this.

You have to keep your feelings
from clouding your judgment.

Advise your client
as best you can, legally.

Can you do that?

I'm Kevlar George.

Consider me feeling-proofed.

Okay, good.

The thermostat's stuck.

It feels like it's gonna
start snowing in here.

Well, cold burns more calories.

I'll call the repair people.

We got a new one.

Found her in the woods
near the coastline.

Jane Doe?

She's charred
beyond recognition.

No identifying marks.

Couldn't extract
a viable DNA sample.

But authorities suspect
the body is Mia Preston,

a camper who went missing
two days ago.

Hand me that clipboard.

My mug.

Leo gave this to me
for my birthday.

I promised I'd keep it forever.

He actually made me
sign something.

Takes after his mom.

We're holding the remains
until the police get in touch

with the Preston family.

Get started on that paperwork.

Hi, Mia.

I'm Ace.

It's nice to meet you.

Did you do this?

We have one shot
to get the mirror

to tell us its secrets.

No pressure.

I built us an extractor.

You were right,

supernatural mirrors hold on
to everything they've ever seen.

Could you get it to show us

the first sinner
who ever called to it?

Hopefully.

Once it's calibrated,

we basically
get the mirror to rewind

everything it's ever seen
and heard.

I-I put this together
in like four hours,

so manage your expectations.

I...

I can't-I can't
isolate the voices.

They're all mixed together.

The mirror's fighting back.

It's rejecting the extractor.

No, we have to wait.

Initium omnium finis.

Converte
nos iniquitates nostras.

Indulgentiae.

Lava munda
quod praeteritum est.

Anima remanet...

Those men are the founders
of Horseshoe Bay.

Initium omnium finis!

That did not seem like
the first sin.

No, that was what came before.

I think we just watched
the creation of the Sin Eater.

Hang on.

I know, my picture's terrible.

- I sneezed and coughed
at the same time.
Bess.

Oh, my God, you made it.

Oh...

I'll be right there.
Where's Ace?

Oh. I told him not to come.
But he's been sending me

-moral support
voice memos every hour.
-Mm.

Nancy. Hey.

Your message was kind of vague.
What do you need help with?

This is a supernatural
stomach pump.

It broke. We tried everything
but can't fix it.

Think your artifact fixer person
can handle it?

Yeah, I bet she can.

Also, it's, uh, it's a rush.

I need to get it back
to its rightful owner

before he returns
from a fishing trip.

This is a pretty unique item.

Where'd you say
you got this from?

Just call me
when it's fixed, please.

-Thank you.
-Okay, yeah.

Okay, you can go through.

Okay, we're first up.
This way.

We're up there with you
in spirit.

Thank you.

Did Google give us anything yet?

No, can't find anything on that
golden octopus-shaped thing,

but those men were definitely
chanting Latin.

-Hmm.
-I'm working on a translation.

I'm just...

just trying to remember
that full phrase.

Hey.

I thought I saw your name
on the docket.

Cameron!

Are you here
clerking for the defense

or are you just on trial
for killing it in those loafers?

Okay, wow. And that's enough.

We're number eight,
so I'll be here a while.

So I guess me and my loafers
get to see you in action.

-See your loafers later.
-I'll see you.

Hey. Hey.

Are you seeing this?

Callie Farquar is here.

She's the spokesperson
with the FFTH.

The one who called me
an extremist.

You know what?
Two can play at that mind game.

Here you go, information.

Okay.
Here's my goal.

I'll deliver our remarks,

the judge will
dismiss the charges

or tell the D.A. to plea you out
as a first-time offender.

No jail time

and hopefully no risk of this
having to go any further.

Okay. Yeah.
I like that goal.

All rise.

Court is now in session.

In the matter of
The State v. Bess Turani Marvin,

-would the prosecut...
-Your Honor,
the prosecution moves

to drop the outstanding charges
against Ms. Marvin.

Very well.

The breaking and entering
charges are dismissed.

The State moves to file
new charges against Ms. Marvin.

-One count of violating
community standards,
-What?

one count
of endangering children

and one count of disseminating
false information

contrary to the welfare
of the public.

Your Honor, these charges
are unscrupulous.

We were not notified.

My client has not had the chance
to review these allegations.

We have received
widespread complaints

from the citizens of
Horseshoe Bay against Ms. Marvin

and believe this is the only
path to keep the community safe.

No arguments today, counselors.

New charges, new case.

Preliminary hearing
set for 48 hours from now.

See you then.

Next.

Let's talk in the hallway.

Whoa.

Those are the same men we saw
in the yacht club mirror.

That's the leader.

He has the same pocket watch
in this mural.

"Anima remanet.

Veritas nostra manet."

Anima ramanet.
Veritas nostra manet.

That's it. That's-that's
the Founders' Day motto.

Can you translate it?

Yep. They're saying...

"The soul survives.

Our truth remains."

What does this motto
and this mural have to do with

the ceremony we saw
in the black door mirror?

I can't believe this.

If I get convicted,
I could get deported.

I wish there was more
I could do.

No, you being here is enough.

Can you give me a minute,
though, please?

Of course.

It's called
the Jar of Acquirement.

Took some time to track down,

but, uh, it finally
came in the mail.

In the nick of time, too.

The black moon is two days away.

What does it do?

So, it can distill
the essence of spoken truths

into liquid form.

Spoken truths?

-Like the first sin
the Sin Eater ever consumed?
-Yeah.

If you can figure out
what the O.G. sin was,

speak it into the jar, I believe
it can create a poison.

And then inject it
into the Sin Eater.

Bess, you're a genius.

I can't believe
you had time to think about this

in the middle of everything else
that's going on.

Yeah.

Once a Keeper,
always a Keeper.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Get this.

I found towns
all across America

that all have
the same phrase--

"The soul survives.
Our truth remains"--

inscribed on various landmarks.

We're talking monuments,
murals, statues.

Maybe they all have
their own Sin Eaters.

What'd you find out about

the golden octopus-shaped sphere
the founders created?

The sphere is like
sourdough starter.

So...

the Sin Eater
was created from it.

The journals we got
at the yacht club mentioned it

in the ritual
to make a Sin Eater.

Is the sphere the soul?

The-the "soul survives"?

It tracks. Do we know
anything else about the mural?

No. No.
But I did find the names

of the two artists
that worked on it.

One from the 1930s, long dead.

One from the 1980s
is still with us.

Kenneth Clarke III.

Working on getting an address.

Mm. Drop me a pin
when you get it.

I just...

need to deliver something first.

Here you go.
One stomach pump, good as new.

Told you my artifact fixer
could do it.

-I really appreciate it.
-Wait.

-Wait, where are you going?
-Got to go. Thanks again.

Since when are you interested
in lobster crates?

You were acting weird,
so, you know,

I thought you might
be in trouble.

Well, I'm fine, and
you really shouldn't be here.

Hold on. Did you just borrow
that from the Glass kid?

'Cause I told you
I don't want you near him.

His family's dangerous.

Haven't we learned not to
judge people by their families?

Tristan borrowed this device
from his parents

and he loaned it to me
when I really needed it.

He's not his parents, Ryan.

Just saying, I don't...

What the hell
are you doing here?

You steal clients from us,
now you're messing with our son?

Don't look at her, all right?
You look at me.

-She had...
-I was just here

to return the stomach pump.

This was lovely,
but now we're leaving.

Stay away from our son.

Yeah, gladly.

"Missing camper
after lightning storms

and breakout fires
hit the area."

You needed my attention.

You want something.
What do you want?

I'm here to fix
the cooling system.

Yeah, it's, uh, it's over there.

Hey, what do you got, Carson?

The A.D.A.'s plea offer.

I just forwarded it to you.

Brace yourselves.
It's not great.

No, it's worse.

"In exchange for
all charges dropped,

"you have to agree
to the following.

"Number one: lock up all the
books in the Historical Society

so they are no longer
accessible to the public."

-Wha...
-"Two: submit all artifacts
to be kept

"in a court-mandated
high-security facility.

"Three: make a public statement
that Bess Turani Marvin

"was wrong to disseminate
teachings about

"paranormal phenomena
and disavow such teachings

have ever been a benefit
to the community."

So, in return for my freedom,

they insist I lie to the town?

You should take the plea.

George, that's not
your decision to make.

You know that.
Think it over, Bess.

I'm on my way home.
We'll talk.

I didn't add the Latin phrase.
That was part of the original.

I was just hired
to restore the mural

after it was defaced in '85.

Who defaced the mural?

Uh, some teenagers
from the reservation.

Here we are.

I kept the article as a memento.

It was my first commission,

and my work made it
into the paper.

Mural defaced by Henry Soctomah
and Adelaide Mitchell.

-Aren't they...
-Addy's parents.

My teenaged parents were banned
from the courthouse for life?

Uh...

No wonder I had trouble
getting into the courthouse.

My mom and I have
the same legal name.

And they never mentioned
any of this to you?

Mom and Dad's crime spree?

No. That's something
I would remember.

You met them.

I mean, they are law-abiding
to a fault, and...

they expect the same of me.
I just...

I cannot believe this.

Vandalizing public monuments

in the town
where you still live--

pretty big secret
to keep from your kids.

People have kept bigger ones.

But still, there is more
to the story.

We grew up hearing stories
of the secrets

hidden under that mural.

Our parents and our
grandparents told us.

Our ancestors were attacked

on the very grounds
the courthouse was built.

They say the spirits
of those who perished that day

left a ghostly imprint
on the courthouse wall.

And no matter what the town did,
they couldn't clean it off?

A haunting like that
can't be washed away,

so the town painted
a false mural over it.

You weren't defacing
the Founders' Day mural.

You were trying to reveal
the imprint beneath it.

And to see if the stories we
were told as children were true.

Why did you
keep this all from me?

When we were teenagers.

We were angry.

The arrest

nearly derailed
our lives, and...

You thought if you told me,
I'd make the same mistakes?

But you defaced the mural
because you were activists.

You took a stand
for what you believed in.

But the consequences--

it almost cost our families
everything.

Is this why you stopped
sending me flamingos?

My court case?

-Bess...
-I won't lead Addy into trouble.

I just want to try
and help people

by using the supernatural.

I'm what's called a Keeper.

She wants
the same thing you did.

She wants everyone
to know the truth.

Then don't try, do it.

Our biggest regret
is we couldn't reveal the truth.

Mom.

I want to hear the truth
in your own words.

What lies are the founders'
mural covering up?

-You sure they'll be okay?
-Don't worry.

The guard owes me
for finding his track medal

back in high school.
Mr. Gibson stole it.

Court is now in session.

Bess, you're certain
about your decision?

I get less certain
every time you ask, but...

Sorry.

Ms. Marvin,
please take the stand.

Have you and your counsel
made a decision

on whether you will be accepting
the offered plea deal?

Judge Goodman,
pardon my directness,

but it is not
for this court nor the A.D.A.

to determine who has access

to supernatural teachings.

Oh, I am rejecting the plea deal

because it is a lie.

The supernatural
is not a threat to children,

despite what the prosecution
has worked endlessly

to make this court believe.

When it is used correctly,

it can heal
and even save lives.

Do you want to know
what is the threat?

The lie that
we turned into history.

For too long,
this town has erased

the truth of its own sins.

But that lie

ends today.

Consumet mendacium.

My parents told me,

in the early 1800s,

the Governance landed
in Horseshoe Bay.

They called themselves settlers,

but, really, they were newcomers
by at least 12,000 years.

At first, it was peaceful

between the native tribe
and the town founders.

But then, one morning,

the settlers invaded
Passamaquoddy territory...

and kidnapped every child
old enough to walk.

My ancestors led a mission
to get their children back,

but the founders refused.

They took up arms.

My ancestors were forced
to fight for their lives.

Many were lost.

And the founders drove
my surviving ancestors back.

The founders' children

went on to inherit
the stolen land,

and the kidnapped children
were never seen again.

My ancestors who escaped
the town limits

before the sin was erased
kept an oral history

of the kidnapping
and the deadly assault.

According to our tradition,

there were many more sins
erased by the town.

But this was the first.

The only record of the truth.

Uh, objection, Your Honor.

W-What is this
and how is it relevant?

Objection overruled.

Ms. Marvin, explain yourself.

We have a history
of erasing voices,

and even now
we continue to erase the truth

about missing and murdered

Indigenous women and children

to paint ourselves
as the good guys, to pretend

that this town was built

on righteous values.

I will not be a part of that.

If you fear something
you don't understand

because you refuse
to educate yourself,

then that is on you.

The supernatural
is not to be feared.

It is real

and it is a force for good.

I am Bess Turani Marvin,

and I stand for the truth.

Hey.

Next time you pull a
powder stunt-- little heads-up?

I have never seen anything
like that in the world,

let alone in a court.

The judge could have
held you in contempt.

But she didn't. And now
everyone knows the truth.

Look, I appreciate both of you,
but I stand by my actions.

I'm just gonna take this.

- Okay.
- Hey.

I couldn't keep
my personal feelings for Bess

out of this case.
You were right.

Clients never do
what you want them to do,

and your feelings for them
can rip your heart out,

but I think they can also make
you a more passionate lawyer.

Yours did.

Pushed you to think harder
for her.

Thanks.

Let's just hope
the rebuttal we drafted

convinces the judge.

Bess Marvin vandalized
the courtroom

and made up a story

to desecrate the memory
of our founders.

She'll continue doing it
to pollute minds,

shame our children,

unless she's stopped.

So, just don't let
a magic trick fool you.

Grooming a future jury pool?

Control your witness

or I'll make sure
the judge hears about this.

I don't think
you're here to hurt me.

If you tell me what you want,

maybe I can help you move on.

Find peace.

So, now you don't want to talk?

Okay.

Too hot to chat in here, anyway.

Radio, broken thermostat.

It was freezing in here
the other morning.

Do you need me to be cold?

Does that help you communicate?

Please let this work.

Please.

I'm cold.

The sky is gone.
There's only one left.

Please.

What's going on?

Where's the sky?

I'm-I'm here, okay?

I'm listening to you.
I'm listening.

Do you remember how you died?

No.

I'm cold.

You're cold.

But you-you burned to death.

All I remember is my hair

wrapping around my mouth.

Then the sky was gone.

Then I was so cold.

You have short hair.
You...

How could it wrap
around your mouth?

Unless you're not Mia Preston.

Are you someone else?

I don't know.
Who am I?

I have a date lined up

for after we
kill the Sin Eater tonight.

So, yeah, I'll probably change.

What's bothering you?

See that?

I recognize it.

It's one of the books you pulled
from the yacht club basement.

Right.

Remind me what was
in that one again.

-Well, that's the thing--
the pages were blank.
-Mm.

It must mean something.

Why take all those kids
and then cover it up?

Well, like Bess said,
so the town could fool itself

into pretending
they were the good guys.

Kidnapping children
is a pretty terrible sin.

Yeah, but what happened
to the kids they took?

It's definitely
the first sin, but...

we're missing part of the story.

All rise.

The court is back in session.

It is not within
this court's purview

to adjudicate
what was witnessed earlier.

I only make my findings
within the confines

of the black-letter law.

In light of the evidence
reflected in the record,

I rule that
Bess Turani Marvin...

...is found not guilty...

of the criminal charges
the prosecution alleged.

However, I find that there is
ample evidence to support

that Ms. Marvin has mismanaged
the Historical Society

and misused taxpayer dollars.

As such, I am removing her

from her position at the
Historical Society permanently.

In her stead, I am entrusting
the Historical Society

to the Families
for Truth in History

and their designated trustee,
Callie Farquar,

effective immediately.

Ms. Marvin, please surrender
your keys to the court.

I've got lemon pops.

There is no amount of sugar
that can numb this.

Oh!

Small wins.

Yeah?

Look, this doesn't mean

you have to give up
teaching the supernatural.

Nick even said
he'll help you start

an underground
historical society.

All you lost was a building.

Bess, no matter what,

you're always a Keeper.

Plus, you have
unstoppable determination.

Aw.

Thank you.

For reminding me who I am
when I forget.

It's what best friends do.

Aw, I'm your best friend, too.

No, you-you have been
for a long time,

-but let's just not tell Ace.
-Ah.

Uprooted, once again.

Say the words,
I'll get us the moving van.

Don't tempt me.

In two weeks, I'll have a lot
more free time on my hands.

I decided to give notice
at the bank.

But you just started that job.

Yeah, because I didn't
want to disappoint my parents.

But today was both
inspiring and infuriating.

So, now I have a plan.

I want a seat
on the town council.

It's an opportunity for me
to channel my outrage

in a productive way.

You'd be brilliant
on the council.

I can work to get a pardon
for my parents' criminal records

and a public apology
for what was done to our tribe.

Reparations, even.

I mean, my community needs
resources to help us grieve

all the children
that were taken away

to residential schools
and never seen again.

Absolutely.

Mm. It's the girl
who made the painting sad.

Cute trick, but foolish.

It wasn't a trick.

It was proof.

Proof we need to put this whole
supernatural history

-nonsense to rest.
-Can you just...

It's okay.

The Historical Society
isn't yours anymore.

Don't come back or I'll have
you arrested for trespassing.

Okay.
We have a crossbow.

We have poison made from

the first crime
the Sin Eater ever consumed--

the kidnapping
of Native children

and the battle that followed.

What we need now is a new sin

to use as bait
to summon the monster.

- Okay, I volunteer as sinner.
- Great.

Here's your marching orders.

Recite the incantation.

The black mirror
turns into a door.

Masthead mummy
behind you screams.

Speak your sin, wash your hands
in the creepy fountain.

Get out of there without notice.

If you turn it into a song,
it's easy to remember.

-I got it.
-I feel like there are pieces
that don't track.

-We-we still don't know...
-What happened to
the kidnapped children.

I'm totally with you.
Can you work on that?

Because the black moon
is tonight.

So, sins--

any ideas?

I might have an idea
at the morgue.

Just... This one's gonna hurt.

Tell him I'm on my way.

- I'm having second thoughts
about this.

Definitely getting fired.

I seek to put the past behind,

so pay I must, but I will find

my trespass
it will swallow whole,

this burden erased from my soul.

I broke
Connor the coroner's mug.

I destroyed something
he deeply cared about.

On purpose.

George did it.

The Sin Eater's on the move.
It's go time.

Poison arrow, check.

Goal is to get to the creature

before it erases the sin.
Sorry, Ace.

Okay, I don't really
want to see that thing again,

-so I'm gonna stay here.
-Yeah, same.

I'm gonna troubleshoot the
extractor device for Tom Swift.

And I-I just feel like
there's got to be something more

that we can learn.

Okay, well, I'll help you.

Okay, thanks.

I'm coming with you.

We're off to kill a Sin Eater.

Wish us luck.

Hey, you said something today
about kids not wanting

to be their parents,
and I just want to say

I was wrong
about the way I reacted,

you know, about Tristan Glass.

Uh, not that you need
my approval or anything.

-I do not.
-You do not, you know,

but-but I'm just saying,
he wouldn't be my first choice.

But I'm not gonna
stand in your way.

The point is
is that I know what it's like

when a parent
tries to keep you away

from somebody you care about,

and I don't want to be Everett.

You're nothing like Everett.

I think this binding is hollow.

Each page

contains information
about one of the Late Eight.

Sin Eater's victims.

Nashua Kipp, first victim.

This is a list of details

of the Native children
that were kidnapped.

Nashua Kipp
was one of the children

that the founders stole.

So, are you saying that
they stole the children

for the Sin Eater to kill?

No.

No.

Anima remanet--
the soul survives.

For the monster to live on,
the founders needed

to fuse the essence
of the Sin Eater

to the soul of a person.

The stolen kids.

They were test subjects.

Nashua was the only one
to survive the ritual

that fused the curse

of being the Sin Eater
to his soul.

So the first sin that Nashua ate

was his own kidnapping

and the battle from his tribe
to try and get him back.

The founders erased that sin to
keep control of the Sin Eater,

to keep their practice a secret.

All these records--

someone kept track of them
for hundreds of years.

Wait.

Look what's written
inside each of these portraits.

Sin Eater 1859.

Sin Eater 1882.

Sin Eater 1951.

The Late Eight

weren't victims
of the Sin Eater.

They were the Sin Eater.

They shared the same soul.

It started with Nashua's,
and then when he died...

His soul went
to an unborn child.

Uh, Coraline Monet,

and then onto Onias Carver,
and so on.

It's reincarnation.

Like Charity Hudson,
except this soul stayed intact.

From generation to generation.

Nancy thinks she's gone
to the woods to kill a creature,

but it's not a creature.

It's a person.

Oh, my God.

- It's not a great time, Nick.
- No, listen to me.

Listen to me.
Don't kill it.

Tell Nancy to stop.

The Sin Eater is a person!

Nancy!

Tristan?