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Previously on Nancy Drew...

Lucy Sable was crowned
Sea Queen in the year 2000.

Disappeared after the
celebration, never seen again.

Never had a murder
pinned on her, though.

Nancy Drew. She used to...

complicate my job.

And for the rest of you,

city girl, ex-con,
town screwup...

Once a year, the town gathers

for the bucket ritual.

Get a bucket of seawater,
put it outside your door.

Kick it over.

If it's turned to blood,
you're marked to die

- in the coming year.
- Are they gonna do an autopsy?

I overheard that the Hudson
family got a judge to block it.

They're moving the body tonight.

If we had someone,

a forensic chemist,
he could perform

the same kind of
toxicology test for you.

It may not be a full autopsy,

but it could be enough to
figure out how Tiffany died.

Hello, Tiffany.

They're charging you

with burglary
and criminal trespass.

This girl detective stuff

isn't cute anymore.

And what are you doing
with Ned Nickerson?

Stay away from that kid.

Let's see who Tiffany texted
right before she died.

You won
the blood bucket challenge.

I got punked, okay?

You want help?

That'll help.

No, not again!

Don't move.
I'll get us some coffee.

That's usually mycontribution.

Not today.

I'm sure there are plenty
of logical explanations

why a mechanic would have
two cell phones.

Unfortunately, only one reason
why this mystery phone

would show
a missed call from me,

and the final text
that Tiffany sent.

And my mom's car?

See if we can get
this thing running again.

Didn't push the plunger yet.

I should know
how strong you take it.

There's only one other caller

logged on that phone, Nick.

Tiffany Hudson.

She sent you a text

right before she died.

You knew her.

Why would you
keep that a secret?

I have a record.

You know what happens
if the police tie me to her?

The cops I get.

But you kept it a secret
from me.

Nancy, I had nothing to do with
Tiffany's death. You know that.

Here's what I know:

Tiffany Hudson's testimony
put you in jail.

You did two years
for manslaughter.

How did you learn that? I...

I saw my dad's file on you.

Somehow, you were in
contact with Tiffany.

The last text she sent
was about a package

in my mom's car, which you
got access to through me.

Were you using me?

No. I would never.

How am I supposed to believe that?

Now's the time, Nick.

If you ever want there
to be any trust between us,

show me what you took
from my mom's car.

I can't.

It's not for you.

My dad was right about you.

Waited up for you last night.

You don't have
to do that anymore.

I'm not a kid.

Where did you sleep?

I was at a friend's house.

Can we be honest
with each other?

Sure.

What happened
to the bloody dress

that used to be in the attic?

I threw it away.

It was part
of an old, dumb joke.

It's not in any of
our trash cans. I checked.

The trash got picked up
this morning.

Nancy, what are you doing?

Sneaking around,
digging through trash cans?

You're about to be arraigned
on felony charges

for burglary and trespassing
at the morgue.

You need to be putting
your best foot forward

with the judge.

Is it possible that you can
keep out of trouble

for the next few days?

I'll do my best, counselor.

Anything else you need to relay?

You're right.
You're not a kid.

But you're still mykid.

I have a client.

Where's Tiffany's will?

We had a prenup.

It covered her estate planning.

Basically, what was hers was hers,

and what was mine was mine.

But it should all go to me
as soon as they confirm

that she died of natural causes.

Are you worried she didn'tdie
of natural causes?

No.

No, what I'm worried about

is how I'm gonna
make these payments.

So, can you just

tell me what-what of this I can

touch right now?

Well...

Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

We've met, haven't we?

Ryan, this is my daughter Nancy.

Chief McGinnis
told me about you.

He called you the town snoop.

Well, I live here.
So I wasn't snooping.

I totally was.

Have a good day at work.

Yes, sir. Nice to meet you.

All righty.

Shift started
nine minutes ago, Drew.

Got to dock you this time.

George is extra prickly today.

She kicked a blood bucket.

So the curse says
she'll be dead inside a year.

Wait, you saw it? Yeah.

There's a lot of it.
It'll ruin your morning.

Please. George doesn't
believe in curses.

It's the one thing
we agree on. Then she's probably

worried about the nor'easter
storm that's coming.

The locals tell tales.

Tales as in fictional stories.

Yeah, okay.About...

how the nor'easter
blows restless spirits ashore.

Dear.

I'll get it.

You're not afraid to eat here?

Our lab tested all the food
from the Claw

the night Tiffany died.

No traces of poison anywhere.

Great.
We'll post about it on Yelp.

Karen, why are you really here?

Based on her 911 call, the
D.A.'s looking to build a case

out of Tiffany Hudson's death.

Your break-in at the morgue
makes you look like

a pretty good suspect,

if your criminal charges stand.

But we have a new suspect.

And I'm betting
that you can give us

information that could
lead to his arrest.

You want Nick.

He's got a criminal record.

We got the protective order
lifted and uncovered a motive.

So when they say

juvenile records are sealed,

guess they don't mean
sealedsealed.

I know you didn't kill Tiffany.

If you give me something
on Nick,

enough to take the interest
off of you,

your criminal charges go away.

You don't want
a felony conviction

on your college
applications, Nance.

I'll give you till

the end of day.

Stay safe, everyone.

Feels like a nor'easter
spinning up.

The cops think Nick
killed Tiffany?

She said motive.

Something about
his juvenile conviction?

Wait, did he do something violent?

Like how violent?

Like assault?
Robbery?

Manslaughter?

Did he kill someone?

No, manslaughter's different.

But he did kill someone?

I don't... have all the facts.

He-he never told me
what happened.

Okay, we're missing the silver lining here.

If Nick did kill Tiffany,

we're all off the hook
as suspects.

That's a little harsh. So?

You get a clean slate,
all my customers return,

and then Bess can go back
to being a carefree rich girl

slumming as a subpar waitress.

You said
I was improving.

Pretty low bar.

What made the cops look at Nick?

What's with the secrecy? The cops just

tossed my place.

What? They had
a search warrant.

Said they triangulated
recent calls to the burner phone

that Tiffany sent
a text message to.

They were looking
for the phone... I took it.

And deactivated it.

You know you're supposed to burn

a burner phone
when it's done, right?

I couldn't lose the
text history with Tiffany.

I've been studying every word,

looking for clues, because...

This is what
was in your mom's car.

And Tiffany told me
not to trust anyone.

But I've been staring at
this thing for two days now,

and I still don't know
what its purpose is.

You brought me a puzzle.

If I solve this, will I either
want to forgive him

or put him away?

Let's figure it out.

So, there's either
something inside it,

or it's meant
to lead us somewhere.

Tiffany loved
her hidden treasures.

Emphasis on hidden.

It seemed like she had a lot
of enemies in this town.

So that's why she turned to you?

Why was this in my mom's car?

Your mom was my social worker.

She started out helping
your dad on my case;

then after I got sentenced,

she'd come and visit me.

Did you know who I was?

Before we met
on the Fourth of July?

Yes.

But I wasn't trying
to get to the car.

I just wanted to meet you
because your mom was

one of the only
good people I knew

during that time in my life.

But this package
was from Tiffany.

You got to help me understand.

When I was doing time,

if anyone but Kate Drew

had asked me to meet the witness
who got me locked up,

no way I'd have agreed.

But your mom...

She was different.

She could wear you down
with kindness.

Yeah. She really could.

So, finally I told her she could
send Tiffany for a visit.

I was mad, caged.

I mean, it was hard enough just
to sit across from this person.

No force on earth
could make me talk to her.

I let the time pass
without a word.

And she came back the next week,

like it was my job

to ease her guilt
for testifying against me.

I passed another hour
not hearing a word she said.

So she found another way.

You communicated through books?

She called it our
secret language.

Hello?

Welcome to the Claw.

George, my God!

You could've got a
shard in your neck.

You're cursed.
You're cursed.

Don't say that.
I'm fine.

Is this a bad time?

I was hoping you were hiring.

I can take care of you.

I got it.

I'm Rita.Hi, Rita.

So have you ever
waited tables before?

Once. On roller skates.

I love
those retro places.

I'll get a dustpan.
Yeah.

My gosh.

Damn, that curse is alive.

I don't believe in curses.

Well, then explain that!

Gravity!

Did you see there's
an engraving in here?

It's too long
to be a serial number,

too new to be a smith's mark.

If books were your secret
language, maybe it's an ISBN.

You know, the number
on the cover of books.

Did you keep the ones
she gave you?

- It's a protection circle.
- This is Rita.

We found a how-to
video on the Internet.

The blood bucket is obviously trying

to kill George.

Obviously.
Where are you two going?

We're gonna follow clues from a dead woman.
Ooh, like a treasure hunt?

- No.
- Drew, you're going outside,

right now? With him?

Why can't this wait?

It's time-sensitive.

There must be something
in your books.

Clock wasn't the first thing
Tiffany gave me.

That would be this.

"But my real treasure
are the rays of intelligence

you have elicited from my brain..."

"...the languages you have implanted

in my memory."

The books got me talking,
but the story

she really wanted to hear
was my own.

You weren't inside the party.

I know you were on the
sidewalk at 8:12 p.m.

Now, you heard the sound.

After a few months,
I asked for newer books.

Toni Morrison, Ntozake Shange.

Had to get past Edith Wharton.
Man, that was a slog.

House of Mirthmy ass.

Under the Lilacs.

The...

The number's almost the same.

If you lop off the
first three digits,

the last 13 line up.

First three digits
are one, seven, zero.

Page 170.

Chapter title:
"A Boy's Bargain."

A bargain has
two sides. It's not a gift.

You got to meet in the middle.

Under the Lilacs.

Tiffany loved puzzles and-and

escape rooms and plays on words.

And she knew
you'd remember that,

so whatever trail she left,

it has to be one
that you can follow.

There was someplace she loved
here in town. Lilac something.

I think I know where to go.

But we're gonna need
some help first.

Is there a problem, Detective?

Get off the roads.
Told you it's not safe out here.

Okay.

What do you know about the Lilac Inn?

That old B and B
over on Horseshoe Point?

Not much.

It was, Tiff's pet project.

She was restoring it.

Dumped a bunch of money into it

that I could really
use right now.

What's your concern
about your finances?

I'm not seeing any large
payments due anytime soon.

I thought your daughter
left the house.

It looks like
she's got this Lilac Inn

approved for landmark status.

What are you doing up here?

I...

I thought I heard something.

No, we're alone.Yeah.

Hey, have you been
self-medicating?

No, it's just the, um...

storm's getting to my-my head.

All right, come on.

Based on the paperwork,
it looks like this Lilac Inn

is being turned into
a public landmark.

Wait, what? No.

I thought she was flipping it.
We were gonna sell it.

No, approval's gone through.

After they wrap
up final touches,

you won't have any
claim to it anymore,

and that could happen

soon as this storm clears.

Ryan? Do you not hear

those footsteps upstairs?

Okay, um...

Look, before Tiffany died,
she was...

she was waking up
in the middle of the night,

saying that she thought
someone was watching us sleep,

that... walking around
in the bedroom.

You know, and I just...

I thought it was her anxiety
meds, to be honest with you.

What the hell?

Okay, that's it.
I'm out of here.

Whoa, hang on. Hey!

Hang on.
You're not driving anywhere.

The last thing you need
is a DUI.

Okay, well, then you take me to
Tiffany's place, the Lilac Inn.

Have you seen the roads outside?

You got a dad car. You're fine.
Come on, get your coat.

Someone's gonna have

a bad day when they find
that branch through the window.

My God. You all right?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Tiffany told me
about her fixer-uppers.

She definitely believed in the
possibility of transformation.

After you told her your story?

You did tell her, right?

Eventually.

This looks like
Robert Louis Stevenson.

Treasure Island.

I think this is E.B. White.

Charlotte's Web.

Beardo is Longfellow.

And they're both Mainers,
so this last one's got to be

Stephen King.

Or not.

Nick, what did you tell Tiffany

about the night it happened?

The guy I hurt, we were
part of a spring break trip.

Bunch of stupid kids
from high school

up in the sticks of Maine
for a football camp.

This one guy,
we got into it one night.

Tiffany saw how it ended.

She wanted to know
how it started, so I told her.

Afterwards,

she told me she wished
she could take it all back,

like, if she could
turn back time,

she could've changed my life.

How did the fight start?

I'm just trying to solve this.

No, it feels more like
you're trying to solve me

than Tiffany's puzzle.

I'm on your side.

Doing what, exactly?

Digging into places I've asked
you not to go? And for what?

You haven't told me
the details of what happened.

If I knew the circumstances,

I could try to understand
how something...

How what?
I could take someone's life?

It was self-defense.
Why do you care how it happened?

Because I need to know
what you're capable of.

Do you think I killed Tiffany?

Do you think
I could murder someone

in cold blood?

God,
it's my father and Ryan.

It's Edith Wharton.

It's The House ofdamn Mirth.

We need to hide.

She's telling me
it's in the kitchen.

Nick, we cannot
get caught in here.

Are you that ashamed
of having your father

see you here with me?
He's Ryan's lawyer now.

I don't want either of them
to find out what we're doing.

Plus, Tiffany went
to a lot of trouble

to keep this clock a secret
from her husband.

"How delicious to have a place
like this all to one's self."

What are you saying?

Not my words.
Wharton's.

Tiffany loved this part.

Loved all the little
cakes... in cupboards.

Quick, we need to hide.

This is unbelievable.

Maybe we could strip it
for parts. You know?

There's got to be 100 grand
worth of vintage hardware alone.

It's an odd clause
in your prenup

that the only way
you inherit her estate

is if Tiffany died
of natural causes.

Tiffany was a perfectly
healthy young woman.

What makes you think
her death was natural?

She wasn't healthy, Carson.

She was taking a whole cocktail

full of mood stabilizers
and sleeping pills.

It's what made her so paranoid,
seeing things.

That's why she put
the clause in.

Like I or anybody else
wanted her dead.

Look, I don't know
how she died, okay?

I mean, maybe...

Do you think maybe
she was haunted?

That's a... a literal question?

You think she was haunted, by ghosts?

I don't know. Maybe.
You know? I mean, I...

I mean, do you,
do you think that

we're visited by vengeful spirits?

You know, forces
that are trying to harm us?

I've heard that theory. Yeah, well,
Tiffany sure did.

That's why she spent so much of
her energy trying to make good.

Well, if those were her wishes,

it argues for leaving
this place alone.

Yeah, except
I need my money now.

Who do you owe?

It's best to leave
the bodies buried.

Figuratively, this time.

Nick, are you all right? Yeah.

My jail cell was cramped
like this. I'm not a big fan

of small spaces.

Hey. Nick, look at me.

Hey. It's okay.

No, I can't be in here.

Just calm down. What, you're
afraid of me now?

Because of what I did to Austin?

Austin.

Was that his name? Yeah.

He's the one you told Tiffany about.

She helped you, with the,

with the books she gave you.
She believed in you.

How did she reach you?

She wanted me to move on.

You want to send me back there.

No, no. I don't.

I just want you
to be here with me.

Okay? Just be here with me.

Please.

What? What is it?

"Amontillado."

A... wha... a what?

If "under the lilacs" didn't do it,

or they took down every
portrait, there's no way

I'd miss
the Edgar Allan Poe story

"The Cask of Amontillado."

In it...

...Fortunato crosses
the wrong guy,

and gets bricked up
behind a wall.

It's a safe.

No.

No, Tiffany, Tiffany
wouldn't send me

all the way down here
without the key.

You're right.

Because she wanted
to turn back time.

This is the last puzzle.

Tiffany saw you at 8:12
the night it happened,

you said, right?
Right.

Okay.

It's like a combination lock.

We need to put in
another time. To when?

The...
the night it happened?

April 28, 4/28.

Okay, you heard that, right?

Must have been the wind.

That's not gonna solve
your money problem.

Yeah, well, it might help me
take my mind off of it.

Tiffany must have had a good
reason for hiding that so well.

Well, let's get inside and...

Have you decided about my offer?

What offer is she talking about?

They're gonna drop all criminal
charges pending against me

if I can help them make a case.

Against you.

Well...

that's a good deal.

So that's why you've been
digging into my past all day.

Trying to save your own skin.

Well, what'd you decide?

Your case hinges on the theory

that Nick wanted revenge
against Tiffany

for testifying against him,

that she was afraid of him,

maybe even trying to buy him off
with some sort of package

in a car.

I have no choice

but to prove you wrong.

Your officers

tossed all these books
on the floor,

but they didn't
really look at them.

Read the inscription.

"Forgiveness is the key to redemption.

Please forgive me. Tiffany."

He may have hated her once,

but that was before
they knew each other.

Before they became friends.

And Nick is not
the type of person

to ever hurt somebody
he cares about.

I can't explain to you
the level of trust between them,

but you managed to get a look
at Nick's juvenile records.

Check out the visitation logs.

You'll see her name there
every week.

Yes, he took a life once,

but Tiffany learned that

he would never do it again.

That might be a consolation
for when you're arraigned

for burglary and trespassing.

For your sake,
I hope you're right.

Are you afraid?

You think I don't know
superstitions and rituals

and communing with the dead?

My mother made salt circles
around my high chair.

It's different in the storm.

Restless spirits

want a life,
and you've already been marked.

Your friends have done the best
they could to protect you,

but the protection only works
if you believe.

Who are you?

Better not leave that circle.

Watch out!

Wait, where did Rita go?

Who?

Rita.
Sh-She was just there.

You all right, boss?

Whoa! What did we miss?

Tiffany Hudson gave me this.

Finding it has

forced me to confront things
about myself.

I know you all had reason
to suspect that I'm a killer.

And I know that reason's because
I've been hiding so much.

I thought maybe
if we open it together,

if I showed you,

we could build some trust.

You did kill somebody, though?

Yeah.

What happened?

His name was Austin.

We used to go at it
on the football field,

and it carried on to a party
I was at with a girlfriend,

you know, just a friend.

And Austin was drunk...

high on something,

and this time
he went after my friend,

first with his words,
and then with his hands.

And then he said,
"You got to go,

but your girl stays."

I couldn't leave her.

And he wouldn't
let her go, so...

I knocked him down.

But not out.

And he kept coming,

so I kept going
and he went through

a second-story
plate glass window.

And he died...

because of what I did.

I killed Austin.

And for the longest time,
I felt like a monster.

I never wanted
to tell you this story.

I was afraid it would
change things between us.

I think we're past it now.

What's important is who you are,

not what you did.

We should get back to work
before George starts yelling.

George, I'm gonna take my break.

Docking you again,

but I'll see you after.

You can show us the box later,

but you better tell us
what's inside.

You chose this
over Karen's deal.

I chose you.

What are these?

I think these are bearer bonds.

They don't make these anymore.

They're totally untraceable.

Nick, this is almost $5 million.

What?

Why?

To get it in your hands
without anybody knowing.

She wanted you
to have a fresh start.

No. No. No way.

No.

This kind of money
brings trouble.

I mean, people will think I-I-I
killed her to get to these.

What am I supposed to do
with this?

Keep them, obviously.

How are you so calm? I get it.

It's life-changing money.

Is this even legal?
Did we just steal this?

I am not going back to jail.

Yes. No.

And I know.

In that order.

It's Ace.

He says he needs my help.

Okay.

Okay, okay.

Is it? Because it doesn't
feel like it is.

Well, it'll have to be.

I'll check in
with you later, okay?

Hey.
Hi.

Thanks for coming.

I just didn't want
to embarrass her.

I'll take it from here.-

Hi.

Hi.

Come in.

It's...

nicer when
the twinkly lights work.

Generator's flooded.

Things aren't going so well
with your aunt, or...?

You know how
families can be.

Trust me, I get it.

Nancy?

You home?

The wine.

Sorry you missed me.

Leave a message...

This is just
a temporary arrangement.

It's, you know... Hey,

you really helped me out today.

Do you think I could
return the favor?

No, no, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Yeah, I can see that.

But until we can get
this place fixed up,

you want to come stay with me?

If it makes you feel
like we're even.

Thank you.

Okay, cool. I'll, um,
I'll pack my things. Great.

Funny thing about rainstorms,

they can cause a lot of damage,

but they can also
wash away old debris...

and reveal what was
hidden underneath.

This'll be great. If you want
to borrow clothes, go ahead,

but obviously it works both ways.
Here you go.

And sometimes, as soon
as one storm passes,

the clouds start to darken again

and something like this pops up.

A diamond ring...

that went missing
the night Tiffany died.

Did I just invite a killer to a sleepover?