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Previously onNancy Drew...

I'm hosting a press conference

to announce
that I'm a Hudson,

and take over Hudson Enterprises
as its rightful heir.

I had this dreamscape experience
with you at the Bluffs.

Nancy?
If you're looking for Ace,

you just missed him.

He and Amanda are off

on this romantic road trip.

So I have this friend
who is hosting

the spirit of a dead lady.

Your friend probably has

no more than a decade left.

I may not be able to move on
and leave your body,

but I can stop
coming out.

There's nothing
I can do here

that is worth stealing
another second from you.

I want to be more like you.

And start living my life now.

Will you marry me?

Temperance Hudson,
come no farther.

You think your barrier
can keep me

from entering Horseshoe Bay
again?

Ryan Hudson doesn't have
any children.

I was a secret until
this very moment.

This thing's
drawing blood really fast.

Is it gonna kill her?

Keep going.

It's not every day
you get to meet

a long-lost blood relative.

But if I've learned one thing
from a long life,

it's that it's full
of turns in the road.

And the longer you're alive,

the harder those turns
become to predict.

Hopefully, we get to see
each other again soon.

Good morning, Horseshoe Bay.

We're at the annual
Town Carnival

with our brand-new host,
Nancy Hudson.

Or do you prefer Nancy Drew?

Oh, uh, either one.So, you're a
long-lost heiress

about to head off to college.

I haven't actually
been accepted yet,

but the early decision
notifications

are coming tonight.

And I'm gonna be an heiress
for all of about five minutes.

I'm dissolving my
grandfather's corporation

and redistributing its assets
to the victims of his crimes,

with my biological father's
blessing.

Whoa, Ryan Hudson
without money.

What does that look like?Oh, you know...

You spent $600 on
weekly groceries?

Yeah. I wanted us to have
some culinary variety.

Wait, I lost my watch.

Did anyone get my sorbet?You got five--

We didn't even need mustard!

Did anyone get my sorbet?

Seven nights in a row.

Someone is definitely
messing with us.

I'll file another
complaint.

Must've lost my watch at the
grocery store. Let me see...

Wait, what-what were you
saying about sorbet?

We're adjusting.

What are you gonna miss
most about Horseshoe Bay?

The many opportunities
I've had to participate

in the local
hospitality industry.

Uh, is that for the interior
of the youth center?

I like the green.Oh, yeah, thanks.

Drew, tell those jockstraps
they can't bring a cat in here.

It's a health code violation.

Hey, you, uh, you can't have
your cat in here.

It's a health code violation.That's Kegstand.

Our house mascot.
Where I go, he goes.

Hey, aren't you, uh...
Nancy Drew?

That girl detective person?

Yeah.

"Thanks for showing
us your clams, Ginger"?

Also, tell Bess to stop
parking her conquests out back.

They're blocking the fire door.

Okay. It was nice to meet you.

At least buy her breakfast,
you work at a restaurant.

You scared me.

I am not the one
you should be scared of.

You got nothing
to be scared of.

It's not like I asked one of
you two to marry me a week ago

and you still haven't responded.

To be fair, you did ask Nick

to think about it for
a week; you insisted.

Yeah, because I didn't want
a pity yes

on account of
my shortened lifespan.

You have to leave home
if you want to grow up, right?

Thanks so much for
pitching in, you guys.

It feels really weird
to be hosting

the Town Carnival this year.

Well, your family of origin
has been hosting

the Town Carnival
since the 1800s.

So, sometimes it's okay

to give the people
what they want, Nancy.

Yeah, plus it's the first
year all the carnival proceeds

go to Everett's victims,
so you can feel good about that.

Yeah, and with no mysteries
to solve,

and no supernatural
entity hunting you down,

it must be keeping
your mind off Columbia.

It was.

I'm sorry.

You ready to leave us so soon?

More like I'm ready to hit
the refresh button on life,

clear my browser history.

As long as we're not a permanent
part of that history.

That's not possible.

Hello?

Oh, my God.

Our murder victim was
a John Doe.

No cell phone,
no ID, no wallet.

There were no signs
of a struggle or blood

by the corpse, which means
the body was moved after death.

What does Detective Tamura say?

He is tied up in Augusta
on the Everett Hudson case,

and nobody at the station will
answer any of my questions

except to say that there's a
specialist coming from Boston.

Ah, but who needs
a specialist, right?

Especially when this can
distract you

from thinking about Columbia.

Yeah, there was a body
dropped on my family's land,

so I need to find out why.

Weird to hear you call the
Hudsons your family, but okay.

All we have to go on is

what we have seen on the victim.

He was not dressed
for the weather.

He was wearing a polo
and a light jacket.

Mm, definitely from away.

Tourists do not
understand layers.

He had tobacco stains
on his fingers,

so he was a smoker.

I already called around
to a bunch of local hotels,

and Airbnbs.
Nobody remembers seeing

a guest that looked like him.

Could've been staying
with a friend.

Or maybe he was a transient.There was something

about his shoes.

On the treads of his sneakers,
there was pine needles

and sand and wood ash.

Maybe he was camping.

We should check all
the oceanfront campsites

where a tourist
could've smoked in peace.Yeah, I'm on it.

Okay, so, Connor
the coroner,

he said this is
a one-time favor

because we saved his son
from an undead creature.

But then he confirmed
that the heart

was missing from the corpse.

But the, uh, surrounding
icy chest cavity suggested

that the heart was frozen solid

before being ripped
from the body.

That's grotesque,
but also useful to know.

Anyone seen Bess?

She went on a coffee date.

Oh, sorry. I was supposed
to relay that message.

Hey, Jesse, would
you like to work a double

to cover Bess's lunch shift?Uh...

I can if carpool drops Charlie
and Ted here after school.

Yes. Thank you for tag-teaming
childcare with me

while Victoria treks around
China on Grandpa Fan's dime.

Okay, I'll let you know
what I find.

He's just... just gonna
leave like that? Just like...

Are you...
Did you see that?

I shouldn't blame him.

Right after I asked Nick
to marry me,

I told him my Odette
soul-share means

I have ten years to live.

Probably felt like
a bait and switch.

Nick doesn't
see it that way.

You know this based off
of his deafening silence?

Silence doesn't mean he's
not thinking about you.

Hey, Darlene, so

the victim was probably
from out of town.

Have you heard any complaints
about odd tourists?

The only complaints I hear about
are how long it's taking

to fix the electrical grid

after that weird blackout
last Friday.

The paint is still wet.

We have 12 hours

to stop the next murder.

Really? You want me to come
investigate a murder with you?

Like... like
father-daughter time?

Yeah. The body was found
on our land,

so if our family is being
targeted, I want to know why.

Let's go.
Now?

Yep.Um...

Yeah, coming.
I'm coming. I'm coming.

Hold on.

No.

Glamping is a real thing.

It's how they improved camping.

Why do you hate progress?

Uh, I don't know, maybe
because only a child

needs an electric toaster
in the wilderness.

If you're that soft,
why don't you just stay home?

Bess!
We need you at the Claw.

No one's waiting tables.

There's a line
around the corner.

Workplace emergency.

I am so sorry to cut this short.

Um, it was nice to meet you,
but, uh...

good-bye forever.

Chef Jamie is threatening
to go back to France.

Man's never been
to France, Bess.Ah...

Okay.

Drive. Drive.

Oh, my gosh.
Thank you for saving me.

You know, I was worried
you'd forgotten what

"happy belated birthday"
was code for.

I would never forget your
signal for extraction.

What happened?You know, I should
have known that

someone who insisted on
a get-to-know-you coffee first

wasn't interested in
a bit of uncomplicated fun.

I guess I was just
hoping that "coffee"

was code for "afternoon tryst."

Some people like
to ease into things

before they get more serious.

Oh. Yeah.

Serious is
what I'm trying to avoid.

Look where serious
has gotten me.

Heartbroken,
soul mate gone,

and a huge void in my life
where Odette used to be.

Oh, now I'm sad.

Is there anything
in this car that I can eat?

Terry? Who's Terry?

Not those, actually.

Oh, my God, are you
cheating on Amanda?
No.

No, we're fine.

Never better, in fact.

This is just an errand
I agreed to run.

That's an odd sort of errand.

Tell me more.

Nick figured out where our
murder victim was staying.

Let's go.

Look who's saved by
the extraction text now.

We need
to call the cops.

Yeah, we will.
After we take a peek.

Okay...

That dead guy
from the corn maze,

his name is Matthew Burke.

"I am alive forevermore and have
the keys of hell and death."

That's a Bible verse.
From the Book of Revelation.

"The Great Darkness
will soon be restored.

A crown beset
by the mark of four."

This guy was
a wannabe prophet.

Okay, and he also had
this reoccurring nightmare.

"I see the hilltop flooded with
blood and the claps of thunder."

Looks like he was
writing everything down

to try and make sense
of it all.

Hey, gas station receipts.

He drove from
Pennsylvania in one day.

Wonder what the rush was.

My watch.

The one that I lost
at the grocery store.

He's got articles of me,
Everett.

He picked up my watch.
He-he was following me.

He was keeping track
of every living Hudson.

Including me.

Okay, but...

besides my watch,
what did he want from us?

Hi there, Nancy.Hey.

We got your message
on the tip line,

about the campsite you found.

A couple unis
are checking it out.

You need anything else?

I just came in to find out
the status of my application

for Community Police Liaison.

Election's not until next week.

Although the position is mostly

relaying town council minutes

via email newsletter.

Why would you want to do that?

Yeah, I just figured I would

apply to as many last-minute

volunteer opportunities
as possible.

Pad my resume in case

I get wait-listed at Columbia.

Who's the suit?

FBI profiler, from
the field office in Boston.

Oh. The specialist.

Does he have a theory?

That's what the briefing's for.

Can I listen in?

Very funny.
Tell your father I said hello.

Will do.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry about that.

Hey.

How'd it go
at the gas station

from Matthew's receipts?

Well, the attendant
remembered Matthew because

he had a Southern accent.

Said he seemed really tired,
but that was all.

How'd it go at the station?

The FBI profiler is here.

He's behind closed doors,
but I managed to get

a look at the autopsy photo.

There was a moth wing
on Matthew's clothes.

You know what?
I recognized it, actually.

It's a... it's a rare species

that's found outside of
Icarus Hall in the woods.

I'm gonna head there now.Okay, great.

Well, we're gonna take
care of everything else

on our to-do list before
people close up early

because there's a killer
on the loose. Bye.

Okay.

So how are you and Amanda?

Is her epic hike along
the Camino de Santiago

causing problems
de larga distancia?

No?
No, we are great.

But this week, her dad
got an early release,

um, because he helped with
Everett Hudson's arrest.

So, I didn't want
Amanda to worry.

I gave her dad a ride to
his crash pad in Lewiston.

Okay, well, couldn't the other
Bobbsey twin just do that?
No.

Gil is on a pilgrimage
to New Mexico

to find their
long-lost mother.

And what about
the box of chocolates?

Mr. Bobbsey asked me

for some help
with deliveries.

They're, like,
amends gifts chocolate

for people like Terry.

Ace, this is how
you reel in a mark. Okay?

Y-You start with small favors,
and then you go to bigger ones.

Uh, what has Amanda said?

I texted her.
She hasn't responded yet.

She's summiting something.

I will stay on my guard
with Mr. Bobbsey, I promise.

George hasn't been able
to make any sense

of Matthew's writings.

Did you find anything out
at the grocery store?

Ah, not much.

The parking lot didn't have
surveillance cameras,

and that's the only time
that Matthew

could have taken my watch.

Don't worry.
It only looks haunted.

Last time we were here,

I-I rid the place
of a host of phantoms.

Oh, cool. Cool.

The only thing
I accomplished

before I went
to college was

wrecking my dad's Bugatti

and getting a C-minus
in Physics.

I'm proud of you.

What?

Would you still be proud
of me if I was writing

investigative articles for
the college newspaper, or...

learning how to
navigate the subway?

You know, normal stuff?

So that's why
you want to go to Columbia.

You want to live
somewhere normal

and take the subway
to get there.

I just want to be
somewhere where

I've got space to grow up.

Not be boxed in
as billionaire waitress.

Girl detective.

Pretty much.

Who's there?

Next time you decide
to drop in, call ahead.

No, this can't be possible.

Have you two met?

We actually have.

Right before
I acquired her blood,

bathed in it
to restore my youth,

then used what was
left of it to bring down

an invisible barrier

that had kept me out
of Horseshoe Bay

for 172 years.

I'm Temperance Hudson.
Tea?

How are you alive?

The Women In White
killed you in 1847.

Yeah, we saw it with
our own eyes.

They buried you
in the Hudson mausoleum.

But was I really dead?

What if I knew what was
coming that night in the woods?

What if I dosed myself ahead
of time with a revival hex?

Did that revival hex
also put you

in an old lady
suit, Myrtle?

It aged me prematurely.

A small price to pay
to cheat death.

Did any of
your records ever mention

how much I love
playing games with death?

Okay, nobody
drink the tea.

What do you want, Temperance?
Why are you here?

According to the Women
In White, she tried to summon

a dark power that lay
beneath the town.

Those snowflakes were
so dramatic.

They kicked me out
for dabbling

in ambitious new techniques,
nothing more.

I'm here because
this is my home.

This hall stands on land
that I once owned.

I have a right to return
after seven generations.

Is that the same right
that you exercised

when you stole my daughter's
blood to restore you youth?

To be fair,
she was done with it.

Can-can we just refocus
on the fact

that a week after Temperance
breaks a barrier,

moves back to town,

and settles in at Icarus Hall,

there is a murder?

A dead man who was obsessed
with quotes

from the Book of Revelation.

He was? Which ones?

Oh, don't play dumb.

We could work together

to figure out who
the murderer is.

I'm just as invested
as you are.

After all, you saw
the man stalking my home.

You're welcome for
saving your lives, by the way.

How do we know that this man
wasn't just a trick of yours?

I mean, you create entities.
You-you made the Wraith.

The Wraith was
an ill-conceived mistake.

I don't know who
the man in the hat is.

Okay, call the cops
and tell 'em

you have a suspect right here.

And when they ask
what evidence I have,

I tell them that she's
my 200-year-old great-aunt

who's also an occultist
who tried to summon

a dark power from
underneath the town

and is possibly here
to finish the work she started

seven generations ago?

Weirder things have happened.

Can't think of any right now.

If you enjoy being wrong,
go right ahead.

But if you're interested
in the truth,

how about a game?

No, I think we're good.

One of you
will be the other's demise.

One of you will
betray your true love.

One of you will lose your heart.

One of you will wreak
havoc on this town.

One of you will forsake
what is dearest to you.

And only one of you
will fulfill your destiny.

And that one will
cause the rest to fall.

You know where the door is.

The clock is ticking.

There's only a few more hours
till the killer strikes again.

You mean Temperance, right?

My gut says it's not her.

I don't know, the only
evidence linking her

to the crime are
moths from Icarus Hall.

Which doesn't explain
the figure in the hat

that tried to attacked us.

Yeah, but Temperance
is crafty.

I mean, she created the Wraith
that almost killed you.

Come on, you've only just
recovered from that trauma.

You don't need to add more.

I have dealt with
the Wraith thing.

I had a mystical
tree experience,

and I buried it
with lotus flowers.

Anyway, Temperance
had no motive

to murder Matthew Burke.

Listen, Matthew was obsessed
with all the living Hudsons.

Temperance is sort of living.

I mean, what if they
crossed paths

and she saw him
as a threat?

Mm, is that
the strawberry rhubarb?

It is. It was a gift
from a new client.

Another new client, huh?

Seems to be an influx
of single women

with non-urgent
legal matters.

Yeah, that all come bearing
baked goods.Mm-hmm.

It's a very giving community.

Oh, yeah, yeah, especially if
you're the local town hero

who saved
Lucy Sable's baby.

Hey, come on, man,
just own it.

You're the most
eligible bachelor

in Horseshoe Bay.

It's too early to be
the phantom knocker.

I'll get it.

These are just clients,
that's all.

I'm not ready for anything else.Yeah.

Mr. Drew?

Uh, Jean Rosario
is here to see you.

Hi.
Hey.

I brought you a gift.

Oh, um, Jean,

before you say anything else,

you should know that, um, I'm
just not really in the mindset

to be dating.

Did I miss the part
where I asked you out?

Oh. Ye-- You weren't...

So these chocolates are
sold in grocery stores.

Anyone can buy them.

But these boxes...

were recently seized

at a stop and search
of some persons of interest.

So we think that there's
a group of local criminals

that have devised a way
to communicate undetected

by hiding messages
via analog courier.

So if you see the-the gift
tags on the confiscated box

are slightly altered.

So I'm trying to figure out
if that's how they've been

encoding their messages.

Old-school communication.

Makes surveillance impossible.

Yes. I'm hoping to question
one of your clients,

Asher Davies.

He's a former associate
of a suspect on my list.

If Davies can offer me
some helpful information,

I'll cut him a deal on
his petty larceny charge.

No jail time.

I will recommend
that he cooperates.

Mm. Perfect.

Thank you for coming
to see me in person.

Oh, I mean, it's-it's better
than a phone call.

I'm a bit old-school myself.

Well, I'm glad.

So what's with
the old-timey cookbook?

This's a grimoire of rituals,
Written by Temperance Hudson.

As in handwritten.

So we can compare the
handwriting with the killer's,

starting with
the capital letters.

G, A, C, I...

Yeah, none of those
match her writing.

I mean, Temperance
had lovely penmanship.

Our guy writes
like Charles Manson.

He's got this
real distinct "K."

Let me see that.

Yeah, Temperance's Ks are
all Gothic and spooky.

The killer's had
a tick-mark at the beginning,

and a closed loop
that doesn't reach the stem.

I've seen this "K" before.

I have to call the police.
I know who the killer is.

Hi. Did they arrest
the college kids I called about?

You're the local who keeps
phoning in with tips.

I called exactly twice

because I want
to keep my town safe.

Well, I appreciate your level of
civic engagement...

Before you dismiss me as
a civilian or an amateur,

you should know that
I've been solving crimes

since I was in
the seventh grade.

I've rescued kidnapping victims,
prevented murders,

recovered stolen treasures

and reunited long-lost
family members.

I've exposed corruption
in law enforcement

and figured out
a lot of mysteries

that other people
couldn't crack.

So... Some days I even
bring killers to justice,

like today.

Meaning the teenagers
you accused?

Did they confess?

They are refusing
to be held accountable.

They say their friend
Dustin was behind the prank.

Sorry, did you say prank?

Unis are on their way to pick up
Dustin from campus now,

but all three were at their dorm

when Matthew Burke
was murdered.

They have been
alibied by classmates.

So they're just vandals?

Bright side: the walls
of your town are safe again.

Then why does that one
look so upset?

He says Dustin lost their cat,

if you're looking for
something else to investigate.

Mm. I do not do missing pets.

But you do investigate clues

that other people
have overlooked.

And that has
yielded answers in the past.

According to
the public record,

and as seen in
the many arrest reports

containing your name
in various capacities.

Have you read up on me?

Well, the way
you announced yourself

on the tip line voice mail
indicated that

you thought
the name "Nancy Drew"

would carry weight
with the police,

and I was curious
to find out why.

So then you know
that I could help you.

I may have been solving crimes
for fewer years than you,

and my estimate is based off
your apparent age,

minus the average
age of a seventh-grader,

but I did train at Quantico

after completing
my psychology residency.

It's where I learned that
the most valuable tool we have

is our objectivity.

Given your history
with the town and the fact

that the body of the victim
was found on property

held in your name, your
objectivity will be compromised.

So I am going to decline
your offer of help.

But I do appreciate
your level of civic engagement,

because that is a quality
that I respect.

Which is what I was trying
to tell you earlier.

Sorry.

Oh, my God.

Sorry, uh, Columbia just
emailed my admissions letter.

Glad you finally
found time to talk.

You know it's been seven days
since I asked you to marry me?

I know I told you to take a week
to think about it, but I--

A day, after the second day,
I at least thought

you would say something;
a word, a hint.

But instead...

Who is playing "Cabinet Man"?

Let's find out.

Ace... since when are
you into Lemon Demon?

Oh, since today,
when we found

this crazy LP
at the thrift store.

We heard it was your favorite.

Okay, to be clear,
I am very, very mad,

and I'm still very scary.
Don't be mad.

It's just an impromptu
gathering of friends.

In front of everyone,
like you always wanted

and deserved.

George Li-Yun Fan...

My answer's yes.

It's yes.

It always has been,
with my...

with my whole heart.

But-but I, um...

I wanted to say yes with a gift

that would tell you
something more.

Which is this.

No matter what
tries to get in our way...

I am never
saying good-bye to you.

In this life or the next.

And...

I'm sorry

this couldn't happen earlier,

but I had to ask Victoria

to send a few things
from China.

Mom got this
from the village

where Grandpa
and Grandma grew up.

She said the phoenix
and the dragon represent

a partnership of equals.

Come on.
Thank you.

Congratulations.I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Grandpa Fan sent
Mandarin ducks,

'cause they mate forever.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Thank you.
Say yes.

So, I hope you can
forgive the, uh, slowness

of my response, due to
international shipping delays.

And also, I had to go around
today and pick up the ring

after they finished
re-sizing it.

God, I...

just think I need a week
to think about this.

I-I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.

Here, put it on, please.

Yes.

I love you.
I love you.

I love you.I love you.

Nancy didn't bring anything.

I got the warehouse permit
from a favor I called in

from Councilwoman
Darlene Fowler.

And I have sparkling cider
in the back of my car,

so I'll be right back.

I can help you carry it.

Yeah. Thanks.

What's wrong?

What do you mean?

You didn't even try to
stop me from helping you.

Normally you'd say
something like,

"The cider's not that heavy,"

or you'd rather do it
all yourself or something.

Well, maybe it's
exceptionally heavy cider.

Or maybe something's
on your mind.

It's not about George and Nick.
They're great together.

The...

the Columbia admissions
portal opened an hour ago.

I didn't get in.

They didn't wait-list me.

They didn't say
to apply again later.

Columbia just said no.

I'm sorry.

It's just...

I don't understand
why they didn't want me.

Nancy, that's their loss.

Some other school is
gonna see right away

how amazing you are.

Do you want to talk about it?

I don't know.

What is this?

Cat carrier.

It's my sign
from the universe

that I'm supposed
to stay in Horseshoe Bay

and find missing cats.

I don't think that qualifies
as a sign from the universe.

A sign from the universe
would be more like...

Please stand back, thank you.

Okay, well, it's clear

the killer is targeting Nancy.

The first body was
at her carnival,

the second one's on her car.

They're acting like a cat
leaving gifts for her.

God, I'm so sorry this r...

interrupted
your guys' engagement.

It is not your fault. I had
Jesse take Ted and Charlie home.

It's fine.

...tell us something.

Yeah, is it safe
to be outside?

What are you
gonna do to catch them?

It's against protocol
for us to answer

any questions
at this time.

And you are?
Who are you?

What does Nancy have to say?

I know you're all scared,

and we don't have
any answers yet.

but the clues are out there,

and so is the truth.

The cops will find it.

And what if they don't?
Will you?

Let's get out of here.

So you got the smoky
on the end. Uh-huh, this one?

This middle guy
is the best.

Middle guy's sweet, you know?

This is why I got variety.

I should have trusted you
from the start.

I have a list
of backup schools.

It's just...

I was so sure

that this one was where
I wanted to go

and figure it all out.

Guess the pointis just

to go elsewhere, right?

If it's what you want.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll, um...

I could start some supplemental
essay prompts this weekend

or something.

I can help you proofread.

Thanks.

Oh, hi.

Darlene, um...

The town council would
be honored to have you serve

as our first
Community Police Liaison.

It's mostly about,
you know, relaying

council notes via
email newsletter.

But there's room for independent
projects, at your discretion.

I thought the election
wasn't until next week.

We had an emergency meeting.
The vote was unanimous.

There's no one else in town
who can do what you do.

You're our homegrown sleuth.

I got pretty choked up the day
I joined the town council, too.

Congratulations, Nancy.

Oh, thank you.

You won.

Sweet!
Yay!

Nice.
Um...

...this town is where I belong.

It's my home and my heart.

And I'm not gonna run
from it anymore.

I'll grow
where I've been planted.

Starting with catching
a serial killer...

...and dealing with
my centuries-old

ancestor-witch on the loose.

Your centuries-old
what on the loose?

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