All language subtitles for Nancy.Drew.2019.S01E13.720p.AMZN.WEBRip.x264-GalaxyTV.srt - eng(2)

Mom?

Good morning.

KATE:
There she is.

Sweetie, you could have
slept in.

Yeah. Tell it
to that guy. Hi.

Guilty.

We only get you for two days
before you go back to school.

Yeah, and then I am back
for the holidays.

Hey, uh, by the way, whatever
happened to turning my bedroom

into a yoga studio?

It is exactly the same down to
the glow stars on the ceiling.

Dad's empty-nesting
in more predictable ways.

Mm, let me guess,

extra caseload
and excessive volunteering.

Bingo.

The Horseshoe Bay Historical
Society sees him more than I do.

Hey, speaking of my caseload...

Hmm?

...how'd you like to
earn an extra few bucks

helping me out on one
while you're home?

Yeah, I'd be happy to.

So, a wealthy client of mine
just closed on a new house,

but he says there are problems
with the place.

You can meet him this morning.
Really nice guy.

Name's Ned Nickerson.
Cool.

I'll meet him at my usual spot. 10:30?

Nancy, hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Uh, you must be Nancy.

Yeah, you must be Ned.

Please call me Nick.

Okay, can do.
Uh...

[clears throat] Thanks for,
thanks for offering to help.

Yeah.
Yeah. I got a bit of a real estate

situation.
Yeah...

Yo, yo, Ivy League in the house.

Hey. Bring it in, Drewdles.

Oh, I missed you. [chuckles]
I missed you, too.

Nice to see you.
Hey, guys, she's here.

Damn, having coffee
with Nickerson?

I thought college was supposed
to make you smarter.

Hmm... yeah.
Um...

So we have a history. It was one date.

Well, half a date.
Total disaster. His fault.

ACE:
There she is.

How you doing, Ace? How you doing?

Hey!
Hey.

Can I?

Yeah, sure. How is Columbia?

NANCY:
It's great.

How is, uh, #VanLifeInTheHB?

Oh, Bess's Instagram's
been blowing up.

Hey.

It's pretty nice.

ACE:
It's over six figures.

NANCY:
Nice.

[alarm ringing]
Shoot.

I keep telling them to wipe

the grease off
the grill. Guys.

[indistinct shouting]

GEORGE:
Come on. Are you serious?

Ace, please do something.

Guys, turn it off!
MAN: I'm trying.

GEORGE:
Well, there's customers
out there. Turn it off.

U-Use that, do something.

Hurry.

There's no smoke.

Where's my locket?

NICK:
I can't do it anymore.

CARSON: I didn't kill anyone!
[screams]

Nancy?

Are you okay?

[panting]

None of this is real.

♪ ♪

You know, uh, maybe it's stress.

Or lack of sleep.

GEORGE: Whatever it is, she's
freaking out the patrons.

But The-The Claw does not
have patrons, and since when

do you and I hug? Since ninth grade.

Since when do you enjoy
living in a van?

[stammers]
And since when do you...?

You're the same... never mind.
You and I...

No, we have never met before.

If we've never met,
then how do I know

about your football injury?

Or your manslaughter conviction?

Or the $5 million
in bearer bonds

that Tiffany Hudson gave you?
How do I know about that little,

you know, bean-shaped scar that's under your...?
NICK: Oh.

[chuckles] What are you,
what are y'all playing at here?

Us? We have nothing
to do with this.

Nancy's cracked.

Everyone here's...
is perfect and happy,

and there's no murder
and no ghosts

and my mom is still alive
and you all like me.

GEORGE: Wait, Nancy, you're
going to scare everyone.

BESS:
Nancy, are you okay?

I am dreaming. I am stuck
in a dream of my perfect life,

and I need to find a way

to wake up and get out
of Larkspur Lane.

Wait, what's Larkspur Lane?

It's the psychiatric hospital.

GEORGE: There is no psychiatric
hospital in Horseshoe Bay.

Of course there's not,

because everything
is perfect here.

Oh, my God, if I...
if Larkspur Lane does not exist,

then how am I
supposed to get back?

NICK:
Okay. Hey.

Hey.

In your head, in your world,

where is Larkspur Lane?

Mayfield Avenue. 1800.

Eight...

Nancy, that's the house
I just bought.

[sirens wailing]

GEORGE:
Nancy said ten minutes.

All she had to do
was get the key

that Patrice left
in the Whisper Box.

Come on.

Thank you. As safely and
cautiously as possible, please.

Right down the stairs.

No one goes in
until we're cleared.

We got to go back in.
Our friend...

The fire marshal found some kind
of structural problem...

cracks in the foundation...
no one's allowed in.

Hey, I got a job to do, man.

All right.

Please, right down the stairs.

[whispering voices]

Here we are, 1800 Mayfield.

Home, sweet home.

And before I could even move in,

you know, some weird things
started happening.

Weird stuff like what?

[moaning]

[creaking]

[clattering]

Your 75-year-old boiler

and 100-year-old pipes.

They make those sounds
when they deteriorate.

It's calcium deposits.

[banging echoes]

Boo.

Not a ghost.

This place feels so familiar,

like a déjà vu or something.

Tell me,

in this other reality of yours,

w-we seem like
pretty good friends.

I mean, you've seen my...

you've seen my scar.

Yes.

Yeah, it's, uh,
it's a long story.

Oh, so more than friends?

Yeah, we were.

So, what happened?

What's up there?

Uh, don't know, haven't checked.

Nick, that's the door.

This has to be the Whisper Box.

If-if I can get through here,
then-then maybe I can wake up.

Do you have the key?

Not to, not to this door, but...

I can try.

[mutters]

What is that?

That's the last thing I saw
before I woke up here.

ORDERLY:
Everyone, please move
away from the building.

Is your friend okay? She's stuck inside,
thanks to you.

Hey, Sal, for your
own protection,

you may want to keep your
distance from us right now.

You lied about being an orderly,

you sent Nancy to the Whisper
Box, and then you pull

a fire alarm? To cover for you.

And I tried to warn Nancy.
Let me help. No, thanks.

We'll get her out ourselves.

You won't.
It's the Whisper Box.

You'll die in there, too.

And how do you know that?

I've been in and out
of this place for years,

enough to hear its secrets.

The haunting that killed
the Roepers is active again,

and you'll need to protect
yourselves from it

if you're gonna save Nancy.

NICK:
Okay, if the haunting
started three weeks ago,

why didn't it spread to the rest
of the hospital till today?

The priest. You said something
about a priest

visiting Larkspur Lane. Right, uh, Father...

Sh-Shane.

He sealed the doors
of the East Wing,

which someone opened.

What exactly did
Father Shane do?

There was odd, mumbly praying,

and-and he was big
on the holy water.

He spritzed everywhere.

[phone dialing]

[line ringing]

ACE [over phone]:
Bayside Claw.

Ace, I need you to
track down a Father Shane

and get a vial of holy water
he used to seal the haunted wing

at Larkspur Lane.

[thunder rumbling]

So we just sit here and wait?

Is that...?

FATHER SHANE: Do not...
[screams]

...turn around.
Straight ahead.

[sighs]

Did you bring
what was requested?

[exhales]

[whimpers softly]

Ace... Listen closely.

There is an evil
that comes from Larkspur Lane.

I can't risk going back there.

The-the Church won't
condone this, but...

Be careful.

[thunder rumbling]

Use the water sparingly.

And whatever you do,
do not run out of it.

Okay.

What?
[gasps]

[shouts, pants]

Ace, go-go-go-go-go-go-go!

Hey, what took you so long?

There's no directory
for mysterious priests

in Horseshoe Bay.
We had to sneak past

the fire marshal. Is that the holy water?

That's Sal,
a Larkspur Lane success story.

SAL:
We've got maybe ten minutes

before Conrad realizes
his keys are gone.

Yippee-ki-yay...

Hey, come on.
Oh, I'm sorry.

It's growing.

[whispering voices]

Straight ahead.

[all panting]

Okay.

She's in there.

BESS:
She moving?

[exhales]
Let's see the juice.

What?

Okay.

This is how Father
Shane used it.

That is top-of-the-line
holy water.

Nancy?

Oh, my God, Nancy?

Check her airway.

She's breathing.
GEORGE: Nancy?

Can you hear us?

Nancy?

Here.

Nancy! Guys, we got to
get her out of here.

Come on. Okay... Help me get her up.

[grunts]
Okay. Here we go.

Okay. On three. One, two, three.

[grunts]

[groans]
Oh!

Oh, my God!

I don't think the Whisper
Box wants her to leave.

Put her back down!
Put her back down!

GEORGE:
Okay, Bess, okay.

[panting]:
Okay.

[straining]

Okay. This is ridiculous.

You know what
we need? The key?

Yeah.

Who sold you this shoddy house

with one completely
impregnable door?

Oh.

Ryan Hudson. Terrific guy.

[laughs]

Of course.

Yeah, okay,
let's go meet fake Ryan Hudson.

GEORGE:
Nancy!

[all panting]

Now what?

Pulse is steady
but it's really weak.

It's the room. It's killing her.

Well, that's why
I wanted to get her out! Okay, Nick!

You can't, okay? You
saw what happened.

So if she stays here, she dies.

We try to take her out,
she dies faster?

What are we supposed to do? I don't know!

Nick, hey! What are we supposed to do?

Huh?
BESS: Hey!

Hey! This is
up to Nancy!

She's got to find her way out.

RYAN:
Thinking we'll put a swing set

right-right here.

Kids love swing sets.
MAN: Okay.

Nancy, did you move off to NYC

and forget about how important
your hometown still is?

[chuckles]
Hey.

Can you give us a
second, please?

Sure. Thank you.

So, Tiffany and I are
breaking ground on a new center

for at-risk youth.

Congrats.
Thanks.

NICK:
Uh, so, Ryan,

well, w-we wanted
to ask you about,

uh, the house you sold me.

Oh, right, yeah, the
money pit, and I say that

as a term of affection. You know that
door upstairs?

The one with the
unopenable lock?

It's really important that...

NICK:
Oh, that I open it.

So, do you have the key?

Okay, is this a test?

[laughing]:
You don't remember?

The only one that has the key,

Nancy, is you.

You don't say.

I do. Remember,
you solved the mystery

of my grandparents' fake will
when you were 14?

You found the real
will in that room,

next to the bootlegger's
stash of dangerous chemicals.

So Nancy hid the key?

Why? Because I told her to.

Yeah, that room was just...

it was a shrine
to-to a criminal empire

that my family
used to run, and I...

I didn't want to see it again.

But you did leave me
with a set of clues.

Like a "break glass in case of emergency."

Yeah, I did.

Ryan, break the glass.

"12 steps from the sweet angel,

take a right at the farmer's wife.

Under the shadow of both
devoted grandparents,

find the belly

of the hollow oak."

NICK:
You don't know what
any of that means.

Not yet.

Hey, Ned.
Hey.

[wind whistling]

[sighing]

[screams]

Hey, what's-what's
wrong? What's wrong?

[panting]

You okay?

Yeah.
Yeah.

There's that symbol again.

What does it mean?

I don't know.

Okay, here's the deal.

None of you exist,
but I still need your help.

So if anybody has
a problem with that,

that's totally cool.
Oh.

Ace.

Are you gonna want
to order anything?

Might I suggest dessert?

Okay, yeah, sure.

Since none of this
is real anyway,

yes, let's order dessert.

[whispers]:
On it.

We are looking for the key

to the mystery door
in Nick's house.

Uh, Ryan Hudson
left us three clues.

A sweet angel, farmer's wife,
and devoted grandparents.

eBay usernames. Country music lyrics.

Rejected names of drinks. Wrestling moves.

Strippers.

[music playing softly]

Yes.

Here you go.

Death by dessert.
Next stop, cemetery.

Oh, my God, that's it.

You said you wanted dessert.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Cemetery.

Right. Right, right,
right, right.

U-Uh, sweet angel, farmer's
wife, devoted grandparents.

Phrases found on gravestones.

I hid the key in the cemetery.

Hey, has anyone seen my beanie?

Are you okay?

My doctor, uh...

I just got a message from him.

And he wants me to call back.

Why?

Um, last month,
during my physical,

they found something suspicious.

So I went,

I went back for a
series of blood tests

and now the results are in.

Do you want me to sit with you
while you call?

Hi. It's Kate Drew.

I got your message.

Um, you have the results?

Uh-huh. Okay.

Thank you.

[phone clatters]

Negative.

[laughing]

I'm-I'm perfectly fine.

Oh, sweetie, I was so scared.

[laughs]
[sniffles]

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, me, too.

[laughs]

Oh...

CARSON:
All right, honey.
We got to get a move on.

Oh, no.

What am I missing?

Nothing at all.
[laughs]

Take me to dinner.

I will tell you all
about it on the way.

Ned.

Oh, hi. Uh, Mr. Drew, Mrs. Drew.

Are we expecting a power outage?

Nick and I are-are
working on his case.

Oh.
Well, come on, Counselor.

The Historical Society's
not gonna honor itself.

Your beanie is
in the living room.

[mouths]

[thunder rumbling]

It's really pouring out.

So? We get a little wet.

Oh. Or, uh,
or a lot of wet. Wow.

So, here's a thought.

We wait out the storm.

A radical idea, I know.

But pouring rain,

muddy cemetery
versus warm living room.

The key is out there, and
the quicker that I find it...

The quicker you go home, I know.

As soon as it stops, we'll go.

You think I'm crazy, don't you?

You don't believe any of this.

I believe that you believe it.

And that's good enough for me.

I've missed you.

What happened with us?

In your reality?

Uh, you broke up with me.

Nah.
Mm-hmm.

Nah, I don't believe
any version of me would do that.

[laughs]

Did you tell me I was making
the biggest mistake of my life?

I wish I had.

And were you wearing this...

...wonderful beanie

when we first met?

No.

But it was raining.

We ran all the way back to
your... place above the garage.

I live
above a garage? Yeah.

It's nice.
Oh.

So, I'm, I'm...

guessing... no fireplace?

No. No.
No fireplace.

Then, this is better.

♪ Feel like a stranger ♪

♪ Mistaken, misplaced ♪

♪ Searching for someone I know ♪

♪ In unfamiliar faces... ♪

[gasping for breath]

We need to find a crash cart.

Is there a defibrillator,
epinephrine, oxygen around here?

Crash cart's in the dispensary.

Okay. Give me the water!

Sal? You show me.

Okay? Yes, yes, yeah.

Here.

Come on. I'll help.

Come on! Let's go!

BESS:
Ace, that is not the answer.

Okay, there must be
something else we can do.

We can talk to her.

Like you guys did with me
when I was in the coma

after the car accident.

You heard that? Yeah.

Yeah, I remember
you had new pants.

They were very special pants.

I remember they were,
like, magic pants.

Come on.

Come over here.
You talk to her.

♪ Ah... ♪

♪ I don't belong here... ♪

Nancy, it's Bess.

Please wake up.

You're running out of time.

[thunder rumbling]

♪ I can't tell if I'm lost ♪

♪ Or waiting to be found ♪

♪ I don't belong here ♪

♪ Ooh, I don't belong here ♪

[rustling]

[thunder rumbling]

Um...

uh, wh-where
did these come from?

Bess, Ace. God, that one
sounds like George.

You. You got
through to me.

Wh... uh, I'm running
out of time.

We have to go to that
cemetery and find the key.

Come on.

[whoosh]

BESS: Come back to us, Nancy, please.

[crying]

Did you see that? I think she heard you.

Yeah, she did.

Thanks for showing up.

You guys are really nice
figments of my imagination.

ACE:
As long as we eventually
get to sample whatever

you've been on this
whole time, I'm in.

Yeah, so what's the plan? Ryan's clues

should act like a map to
lead us to the hollow oak,

where we'll find the key
to the locked door

in Nick's place.

The door that'll lead me home.

All right.
Sweet angel.

Farmer's wife.
Devoted grandparents.

Let's go.

ACE:
I got a "sweet angel"!

[sighs]
Nice.

NANCY:
Okay. Now 12 steps.

Here, here!
Farmer's wife!

NANCY:
Okay, from here we turn right.

[branch cracks]
[gasps]

What was that?

Come on.

[owl hoots]
[gasps]

[owl screeches]

[wings flutter]
[all gasp]

NANCY:
"In the shadow of both
devoted grandparents."

Hey, do you mind putting down

your flashlights
for a second, guys?

Bingo.

The hollow oak.

[thunder rumbling]

Got it.

[chuckles]

[gasps] My God!
[screams]

My God, Nancy!

Let go of the key, Nancy!

No!

[Nancy shouts]

[all panting]

GEORGE:
Are you serious?

At first, Nancy says she's
in an alternate reality,

and now, all of a
sudden, there's ghosts?

[thunder rumbling]

NANCY:
I really hope this works.

I have to get back
and save my dad.

Hey.

Are you sure that you want
to do this?

Which one of us
you gonna miss the most?

Just know that this
isn't easy for me, because

in my reality you guys aren't
happy like you are here.

We don't always get along,

and we hurt each
other sometimes.

And our lives are pretty messy.

Especially mine.

I really wish I'd had
the courage to fight for us.

[thunder rumbling]

No. No.

No, no.

No-no-no, no-no.
This can't be it.

BESS:
Hey...

on the bright side,
it means you can stay here.

With us.
No. No, no-no-no.

No, I have to go home.

Nancy?

Nancy?

KATE:
Alphabetical order?

No sense stacking them
willy-nilly, right?

I'm trying to find an
organizing principle.

A reason why these keep
showing up in this world.

Maybe it's to help me
find my way back.

And maybe there is
no way back, so...

Let's just say there isn't.

What's the worst thing
that could happen?

Hey.

If some part of your mind
has been afraid of losing me,

it's just an outgrowth
of the anxiety

you had as a little kid.

But there's nothing
to worry about now.

I was pretty anxious as a kid.
Oh, yeah.

We used to have long,
existential conversations

right here at this table.

We talked about death
and mortality... And heaven.

And how I would find you there
if you died.

You asked her
if she could draw you a map,

so you could find her
when you got there.

You drew me a map of heaven,

and you wrote me a letter,
which you put

in a blue envelope,
which I kept in my room.

[groaning]
The holy water's wearing off!

Oh, God.
BESS: Guys.

We found epinephrine. What?!

No, that's not gonna fix this!

Yeah, well, we can't just
stand around and watch her die!

Nick, use it! No!

You cannot beat
supernatural with science.

You have no idea

what that could do to her.

ACE:
Nancy is in there.

She squeezed Bess's hand

while you were gone.
It's just a matter of time

until she figures her way out.
GEORGE: All right, so what's it gonna be?

The medicine or the metaphysics?

NICK:
Okay, okay, okay.

We, we, we rationed
the holy water

so we could all resist
the effects long enough

to get out, right?
So what if...?

[gasping]
GEORGE: Okay.

[panting]

[whispers]:
Yes.

Cygnus.

The swan constellation.

Okay.

No, no! I need a clear night.

Where are the stars?

I need stars...

Whatever happened to turning
my bedroom into a yoga studio?

It is exactly the same down to
the glow stars on the ceiling.

You found your way home.

[exhales]

It hasn't felt like home
since you died, Mom.

I've missed you so much.

And the way out
was the one place

it was too painful to look.

I wrote you that letter because
you were scared of losing me.

And then I did.

The worst part is that I never
got the chance to say goodbye.

You don't have to if you stay.

You of all people know
that I can't do that.

Because none of this is real.

And it's what you taught me.

To always seek out the truth...

Even when it hurts.

I am who I am because of you.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Mom.

[door creaks]

♪ ♪

[others gasping quietly]

ACE:
She's awake.

BESS:
You made it.

GEORGE:
Thank God.

Are you guys real?

What kind of dumbass
question is that?

Yeah, you're real.

Yeah, come on, okay.

Here you go, here you go.

[whispering voices]

[loud clatter]

[screams]

ACE:
It's mad that you woke up.

Let's go.

Go! Go!

[loud clattering]

"Firefighters responded
to an explosion

at the Larkspur Lane facility tonight,

triggered by a gas leak.

They said it's doubtful
the building can be saved."

The firefighters said
the foundation was cracking.

I mean, that haunting took
the whole building down with it.

Wait, does that mean
the Whisper Box is gone?

Can evil get blown up?

NICK:
I mean, without the building,

it can't trap any more victims.

You okay?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, peachy.

'Cause it was
all worth it, right?

Came away with this key

to... I have no idea what.

Was the reality in your head
as haunted as this one?

Yeah, there was
a force in there.

Some kind of ghost in a sheet
that I didn't quite understand.

Kept leaving
this emblem everywhere.

BESS:
What were we like?

What was I like?

Um, Instagram influencer.

[laughs]

And George was a big hugger.

Incredibly nice to me.

That's weird and gross.

Ace was largely the same.

ACE:
As long as there's dirty dishes,

I'll be there.

And speaking of...

Yeah, I'll come with you.

Was I there?

Yeah. Yeah, you
were there.

[phone ringing]

We, uh...

We solved a mystery together.

And that's it?

There was more, Nick...

GEORGE:
Hey, beer supplier's
jacking up their rates!

The restaurant inspector's
asking for the owners, co-owner.

Who knew owning a restaurant
would require actual work?

[chuckles]

Uh-huh.

I'm glad you're okay.

Okay, so I can't deal with this.

We've had the same rates
for the last, like,

I don't even know how long.

This guy doesn't want
to budge... can you just...?

NICK:
Okay, let's talk to the
restaurant inspector first.

Then we'll deal
with the beer supplier.

GEORGE: You mean you will.
[loud thud]

I can't stand that guy.

Weird being back
in Kansas again?

Dorothy never had
to deal with an ex.

Doesn't "ex" mean, though,

that you don't have
to worry about 'em anymore?

Yeah.

Especially when they're doing
much better without you.

Uh, hey, if you are going home,

one other thing happened
while you were

on your head trip.

CARSON:
Hey, you.

[door closes]

House arrest, huh?

Yeah.

I have to wear it,
but I think I can pull it off.

I really missed you.

I missed you, too.

Ace filled me in.

Yeah.

Not exactly how I would have
handled it, but...

we survived.

Pending trial, the state's
providing security, so...

we've got the safest house
on the block.

[sighs]
I'm gonna solve Lucy's murder

and clear your name, I promise.

The real problem

is gonna be filling my time.

I can't just sit around
the house all day,

working on my defense...
I'll go nuts, so...

I was thinking about
maybe some volunteer work.

The Horseshoe Bay
Historical Society

sees him more than I do.

How about
the Historical Society?

I haven't thought
about that place in years.

You used to love it.

Yeah?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I had to do
some research there

for a couple probate cases,

and you came with me
every Saturday.

You'd hide away in the library

and play with the nice woman
who ran the place.

[chuckles]

NANCY:
An anchor, a square
and six horseshoes.

That's it.

[knocking]

Can I help you, dear?
Hi.

I'm Nancy Drew. I used to...

I used to come here
when I was a little kid

with my dad.

Nancy. [chuckles]

You've grown up.

You probably don't remember me.

I'm Hannah Gruen.

[gasps]
Oh, my hands.

I'm sorry, I usually
warn people...

No, no, no, no, no, no, um...

I-I'm so sorry...
that... it's not...

It's not that.

Would you believe me
if I told you that

I've had this whole
experience before?

Call it a...
a dream.

But you were there.

Because the last thing

that I saw before
it all started was this.

Do you, do you recognize this?

Parts of this symbol are hidden
in the Historical Society crest.

Still a smart girl, I see.

This is a key to one
of our lockboxes.

Patrice Dodd's?

No.

Tiffany Hudson's.

Tiffany came to me for help

before she died.

She asked me to hold onto this.

She hoped someone would
come for it someday.

All those lockboxes...
are those...

are those all people that
have come to you for help?

At various times, yes.

What are you?

A keeper, of sorts.

I should warn you.

This isn't easy to watch.

TIFFANY:
I can feel something
watching me in the night.

I went to a local medium.

She gave me this.

But...

it-it's not enough to stop her.

[gasping]

She's here.

HANNAH:
Is there a reason why

this presence
may be haunting you?

TIFFANY:
She's haunting me
because of what I found.

[screams]

What did Tiffany find?

She wouldn't tell me.

She suspected someone
was coming after her

and tracking her whereabouts.

This was the last time
I ever saw her.

Yeah, she was poisoned
three days later.

I tried going to the police,
but by then it was too late.

I believe Tiffany got
too close to the truth.

The truth about what?

Someone didn't want her to solve
Lucy Sable's murder.

[woman screams, bell dings]

[pencil scribbling]