Original subtitles

("Zoom" by Freedom Fly playing)

♪ Ah... ♪

Any other day,

an evil sea spirit

wants to send me

a foreboding omen,

I'm game.

Just not the day of my dad's

evidentiary hearing.

♪ In the heat of the moment ♪

♪ The heat of the moment ♪

♪ We can change it all ♪

♪ Breaking down the walls... ♪

Thanks for letting me crash

on your couch last night.

Oh, I slept like a log.

Sure about that?

Come on in, John,

welcome to The Claw.

Wow, it's much bigger

than it looks on FaceTime.

Hey!

So are you.

Thank you for coming

all this way.

Well, it beats sneaking illegal

human bones into my lab.

But I'd do anything for Nancy.

Where is she?

She's here.

(FaceTime ringing)

NANCY:

Hey, John.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

I'm just waiting

on Lucy's case files.

My dad's lawyer is sending me a

copy ahead of his hearing today.

The prosecution wants me

to testify at 3:00 p.m.

So I have until then to find

the hard proof to exonerate him.

That's where the

bones come in.

Yeah.

They may not be admissible...

in the court, but...

if they tell us something

about the killer,

then maybe I can track

that evidence down.

JOHN:

Now, what makes you think

the remains of

a girl who died

20 years ago suddenly

just appeared?

♪ Take another go ♪

♪ Next thing you know... ♪

We performed a

mystical ritual

asking an evil

spirit for them.

Got it.

You don't want

to tell me.

I probably don't

want to know.

(doorbell rings)

Oh, that's the Lucy files.

They should have

her dental records,

so you can confirm

the identity of the bones.

I'll be by in a bit.

I assume you kept these bones in

a sanitary, sterile environment,

as per basic

scientific guidelines?

♪ Ooh. ♪

It's all I could find.

Halloween box felt

a little on the nose.

Let's just get to the lab,

so we can start doing things

the right way.

GEORGE:

Yeah...

you're at the lab.

We're closed for the day.

Place is yours.

Well, round up

your sanitizers.

We got some scrubbing

ahead of us.

Made that out of clay.

Huh.

(birds chirping outside)

(indistinct chatter on TV)

(sighs)

CARSON:

I saw tire tracks in the dirt

and Lucy's dress.

NICK:

The Hudson shell company

made a sizeable,

one-time payment

to your dad back in 2000.

RYAN:

The same way they handled

everything back then--

Carson Drew.

NANCY:

Did you kill Lucy Sable?

CARSON:

I didn't kill anyone!

McGINNIS:

Your father's fingerprints

were on the knife.

KAREN:

Carson Drew,

you're under arrest

for the murder of Lucy Sable.

NANCY:

He's been in jail for two weeks

and it's all my fault.

CARSON:

After the evidentiary

hearing tomorrow,

they will most likely

transfer me

to a prison in the next county.

(sighs)

A little help, Lucy?

No?

Nothing?

No cryptic message?

I am trying to solve

murder!

(sighs)

Okay, Lucy, what?

The knife

from Lucy's crime scene.

And the silver steak knives

in the pantry.

Yeah, yeah.

The ones Mom loved so much?

She always kept these

stored away in here.

Lucy's crown had

a second set of DNA.

Female DNA.

NANCY:

Did my mom have something to do

with Lucy's death?

♪ ♪

(seagulls calling)

Got Lucy's dental records.

Did you find anything

else in the files?

Not really.

Hey, you know

the other female hair

that was found

on Lucy's crown-- do you

still believe that that

was from the last person

who saw her alive?

I'd bet my

license on it.

Did you happen to sequence

that DNA, too?

Of course,

and I backed my data

up to the cloud

before the physical

evidence went missing.

I was hoping you

would say that.

I sent a lock of my hair

to your lab

to compare with

the unknown hair to see

if it's a mother-daughter

DNA match.

Oh. Okay.

I'll, uh, make a call

and see if I can get

the results expedited.

Wait, wait.

You think your mum killed Lucy?

If your dad's

covering for her,

that could explain some

of his cagey behavior.

I'm just ruling out

any possibilities.

She had no

motive, so...

The only thing that makes sense

is that Ryan killed Lucy,

Everett found out, and then

called my dad in to clean it up.

No, listen.

You don't seem so sure.

Okay, you know, maybe

you should rest.

You got home late.

Well... early.

And you sounded

pretty sick.

Probably just stress.

Maybe it's a bug.

I tried to contact

Owen today,

but he didn't answer.

He said that he was

gonna be out of town,

so maybe he's got

the bug, too...

Owen's fine.

He's just tired.

(gasps)

You got in this morning,

and you know the reason

why Owen is tired. Aah!

You slept with

my cousin!

Nick, I'm really sorry.

I didn't mean for you

to find out like that.

No, it's fine.

Bone time.

It's pronounced

"forensic analysis."

(clears throat)

Okay, uh...

so, if you guys are...

if you guys are good here,

I'm just gonna, I'm gonna go

and look over Ryan

and Lucy's e-mails.

Divide and...

divide and conquer.

Sorry.

Are you okay?

That was...

awkward.

Yeah.

I'm just...

just surprised.

Hmm.

I guess the, uh...

the grace period's

over, huh?

Yeah.

But you know what?

I'm-I'm... (chuckles)

I'm actually really okay.

Really?

Yeah.

(both laugh)

Well... I'm glad.

We should celebrate.

Right, right.

Like...

maybe you don't have to sleep...

on the couch tonight?

Oh.

Be-Because it's...

super uncomfortable.

And...

I'd...

I'd like to not sleep

on the couch tonight.

Okay.

(siren chirps)

The cops are here.

Okay, okay.

No one panic.

(all clamoring)

("Shame" by Sego playing)

♪ Everyone's tryin'

to sell me drugs ♪

♪ I'm just like you,

but lazy... ♪

Can I help you?

Detective Abe Tamura.

Detective Abe...?

Do you know this guy?

I don't know...

And this is the part

where you invite me in.

Is he a vampire?

Is he a...?

Just open...

(bell jingles)

Hey, come on in.

Go.

NICK:

Welcome.

Welcome

to The Claw.

Uh, we-we're actually

closed today.

What for?

Private party.

Inventory.

A little bit of both.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Hmm.

Perfect.

I have a warrant

to search the premises.

And you have

no diners to disturb.

Wait.

Search this place?

Really?

Chief McGinnis brought me in

to take over the Tiffany

Hudson investigation

from the recently

discredited and,

well, incarcerated Karen Hart.

(siren chirps)

We're surrounded.

Don't be nervous.

Unless you got a dead body

hiding in one of these booths,

you got nothing to worry about.

(both laughing)

Kitchen's through here?

Yeah.

Yeah, right

through there.

I'll show you.

Just...

Come.

The cooler.

Right this way.

TAMURA:

Take the booth by the window,

where the husband

was sitting.

(indistinct chatter)

What?

That was a mess.

We really need to get on the

same page about these things.

(shushes)

(phone ringing)

(grunts)

Nancy, how are you doing?

In Ryan's e-mails to Lucy,

he used single spaces

after the periods.

But in the last e-mail,

where he called her a whore,

he uses double spaces.

You think he didn't

write that one?

Can you track the I.P. address

to see, uh,

where it was sent from?

Yeah. Yeah.

Give me, uh, two minutes.

NANCY:

Hey, Ryan.

No, I just gave another

statement on my wife's murder.

I'm really not in the mood.

I know that you didn't

write that e-mail to Lucy.

About hoping that she'd die.

(quietly):

Come here.

It came from

an I.P. address in Lisbon.

your

dad was busy acquiring a company

in 2000.

Why would Everett impersonate

you in an e-mail to Lucy?

I don't know.

Okay, well, then,

let's find out.

It is high time

that you tell me the whole truth

about your relationship

with Lucy.

Or I will turn those e-mails

over to the judge

when I testify later today.

I do not think

that you killed Lucy.

But I do think

that you are the key

to finding out who did.

Please, Ryan.

Okay.

Okay.

Well, I'll be.

Lucy Sable.

(shushes)

(whispers): The cops

are right outside the door.

If we're to believe

Karen Hart's report,

Joshua Dodd came in

through this back door,

poisoned the victim's food

in there.

(clattering)

We'll start in the dining room.

Now all we need

to do is stop them

going into the cooler

in a non-suspicious way.

Piece of cake.

GEORGE: Yeah.

It would've been a lot cakier

if you would

let me handle it.

Private party? Where are

the private partygoers?

Oh, it is a far better deterrent

than "inventory."

GEORGE:

Oh, yeah, says you.

Now I've got to slow them down.

Who wants brunch? On the house.

Hey. Except we can't get

to the food in the cooler.

So then go grab sardines

and saltines from the back.

What are you waiting for?

(stammers)

GEORGE:

Go.

Oh, my God.

What? He should have let me

handle it with the cops.

Okay? We're co-bosses. We don't

have to "co" everything.

Okay.

What?

Okay, listen,

if you've maxed out

on "co's" before you've even

kissed each other,

then maybe it's a sign

you shouldn't

be together.

(whispers):

Come on.

(sighs):

Okay.

RYAN:

After the Velvet Masque,

Lucy and I had to keep

our relationship

a secret from my parents.

Then your dad

found out in spring,

and he made Lucy break up with

you and then he sent this e-mail

to make sure

she stayed away for good.

Why did you keep your

relationship with Lucy a secret,

even after she died?

I had to.

I came to Horseshoe Bay

that night to see her.

At least I

tried, anyway.

And what happened?

I did everything that I could

to get here, you know?

I-I hopped a school fence,

I hitchhiked, and then finally,

when I-I got here,

there were police everywhere

and people were saying

that Lucy had been murdered.

You know? And I-I blame myself,

because I thought maybe

if I could've gotten here

a little bit earlier,

she might still

be alive.

But then I-I realized

how it would look.

You know? We've been hiding

our relationship for months,

and then all of a sudden, the

night that I show up, she dies?

So I left before anybody

could identify me.

Nancy, I...

I loved Lucy.

I was just, I was too afraid

to mourn her, so I buried it.

Your dad must have read

your school e-mails.

That's the only way he would

have known that you and Lucy

were gonna meet

at your spot that night.

The bluffs?

The bluffs wasn't our spot.

What do you mean?

What was it, then?

♪ ♪

♪ Ain't got time... ♪

RYAN:

Wow.

This place hasn't changed

in 20 years.

CINDY:

Well, that's the

charm of it.

My dad's had me scooping since

I could reach the ice cream.

So, were you working

the night

of the Sea Queen ceremony

in 2000?

Anything to miss the

lamest event of the year.

Did, uh, did-did Lucy Sable

come in that night?

Sure did.

NANCY: And you didn't

tell that to the cops?

There's no record

of it in her file.

Yeah, they didn't

take me seriously.

Especially with everyone

phoning in bogus tips.

But they should have.

Why? What happened?

Well, Lucy came in...

Um, she had

this little pink backpack.

She was wearing her Sea Queen

dress and sash,

but she didn't look

like she'd won anything.

She was so sad.

Just writing in her journal,

waiting for someone.

How long, how long

did she wait?

CINDY:

Long enough

for her ice cream to melt.

Eventually she left.

Uh, and that's when I noticed

a town car was following her.

It had this, uh,

eagle hood ornament.

That's my dad's car.

A couple months before

Lucy was murdered,

you sent her an e-mail

from Ryan's account

saying that you

hoped she'd die.

Oh, look, she's back.

I want to know

what happened to Lucy.

Why'd you do that to her?

You were throwing away

your future on a nothing girl.

What the hell is

wrong with you?

Your grades

were abysmal.

You slept through

how many crew practices?

Okay, the night

that Lucy died,

you knew he was supposed to meet

her, but you got there first.

I offered her a ride

so we could chat.

Did you hurt her?

Don't be so dramatic.

I simply reminded her again

to stay away from my family.

Advice I could offer you

as well.

When I left,

Lucy was walking up

to her house, very alive.

In fact, a friend

was waiting for her.

They got into an argument.

What friend?

It was the cop

that tried to kill you, Ryan.

As far as I know, Karen Hart

was the last person

to see Lucy alive.

(lock buzzes)

(door opens)

Karen.

Why were you arguing with Lucy

the night she died?

Junior year, rumors spread

that Lucy was sleeping

with hill-toppers.

She became withdrawn,

depressed.

I hardly saw her.

But she'd, uh, she'd always

wanted to be Sea Queen,

so I nominated her

to try to cheer her up.

You entered a social pariah

into a popularity contest

to cheer her up?

I switched out the ballot box

so that she'd win.

I wanted everyone to see her

for who she was. A Sea Queen.

Not a slut.

But your plan

backfired because...

then everybody thought that

she slept her way to victory.

(sighs)

I felt awful.

So I went to her house,

tried to explain myself.

Hey, stop for a second.

Didn't work.

You've said enough.

Please, please.

I waited for her outside,

but by the time she came out,

she made it clear

that she wanted to be alone.

Let me explain.

Lucy. Come on.

Just leave me alone.

KAREN:

And then she just rushed off.

NANCY:

Did she have anything on her?

She didn't.

NANCY:

Okay. No-no-no journal,

n-nothing?

When she arrived at the house,

she had her backpack

and her journal.

But she had nothing

on her when she left.

Her mom tore the house apart

trying to find it.

What if that journal's

still in there?

RYAN:

Thought they knocked

this place down.

NANCY:

Yeah, that's what the city

wants you to think.

Found out that they changed the

house number and the street name

so that it didn't become

a shrine to Dead Lucy.

Couple families have lived here

over the years,

but nobody has ever stayed.

(bird chirping)

(screeches)

(screams)

(panting)

Yeah, I don't think

Lucy wants us here.

Yeah, but why, if,

i-if her journal's inside?

Yeah, I don't know.

(exhales) God,

I guess the same reason

she's never brought

me here before.

She doesn't want

me to find it.

But I guess there's only

one way to find out.

I have less than an hour

until I take the stand.

I need to find

that journal.

Hey. They finish already?

Yes. What is this?

I got gherkins and I got clams.

I'll make a salad.

Yeah, but George

will probably hate it,

because apparently it's

my fault that the cops are here.

Right, Nick, please. For the

sake of my frazzled chakras,

you and George need to

spend some time apart.

Okay?

Oh!

What's that?

Uh, just a bunch of spatulas.

It's all good.

BESS:

That's her skull?

Everything all right, Detective?

I don't know.

You tell me.

GEORGE: Yeah, yeah.

Everything is great.

Just me being clumsy,

as usual.

NICK:

Yeah, there's a reason we

call her "butterfingers."

(chuckles)

UNI:

Ready for the cooler, sir?

Sure.

So, about that cooler...

No, I was just about to serve

homemade clam salad.

Yeah-- n-n-n-n-no.

Who are you?

We're the busboys.

I'm the senior busboy.

McGinnis was right

about you guys.

You're always up

to something.

Search it.

(sighs) I hope we can find

something in here

to help exonerate my dad.

(insects buzzing)

Okay, let's just give

that thing some space.

I'm allergic.

Yeah.

Me, too.

(rumbling)

(rumbling stops suddenly)

(shrieking)

(gasps)

Nancy!

Nancy!

Lucy, stop!

What...?

Okay, we got to

get out of here.

She doesn't want us

in this house.

I am not leaving.

What? What? No.

Nancy, you-- Nancy!

♪ ♪

Lucy wrote this.

I've seen her do it before.

What is this?

"I'm going to Dead Man's Bluff."

These are different.

Lucy never wanted anybody

to find these.

She couldn't keep them

inside anymore.

What is this?

(quietly):

Lucy's journal.

Sorry about that mess

we made in the cooler.

Oh, and good luck

with your inventory.

Or your private party.

Whichever one you decide it is.

(door opens, bell jingles)

(door closes)

All clear.

How'd you guys do it?

Where are the bones?

Only place the cops

didn't look.

(Bess gasps)

Oh. Cool.

Aah!

So many health code violations.

This is...

Ace.

ACE:

Sorry, Lucy.

GEORGE:

Okay, guys, we need

to get to the courthouse.

NANCY:

Entries from

1999, 2000.

Hey. August 31,

day she died.

I think I know why Lucy never

wanted us to find this.

We got to go.

BAILIFF:

The State calls Nancy

Drew to the stand.

EDELSTEIN:

Ms. Drew, please

take the stand

to admit your journal

as evidence.

I will, but not

to admit my journal.

Someone else's.

Lucy Sable's.

(gallery murmuring)

I know who killed her.

And it wasn't Carson Drew.

My testimony begins

in the summer of 1999...

...when Lucy met a boy

who took her to a ball.

And even though they

were never supposed

to see each

other again,

this boy and Lucy fell in love.

They met up again

on New Year's Eve of 1999.

Then continued their secret

romance via e-mail.

Lucy Sable...

...and Ryan Hudson.

(gallery murmuring)

PROSECUTOR:

Objection.

H-How is this relevant?

I want to see where this goes.

Overruled.

Continue.

NANCY:

In the spring of 2000, Ryan's

father Everett found out.

And he went to Lucy directly

and told her that Ryan's future

had no room

for a townie girl like her.

But Lucy refused

to break up with Ryan.

So Everett got what he wanted

another way.

Lucy's mother lost her job.

Lucy lost

her private scholarships,

her chance to go to college.

The Hudsons started

spreading rumors

that Lucy was sleeping

with hill-toppers,

and the town believed them.

The slut-shaming

spread from there.

Hate mail. Threats.

Cruel notes passed

to Lucy in class.

She kept them all.

Until finally Lucy folded.

She broke up with Ryan

in person,

too afraid of his father

to tell him the real reason why.

But by then,

Lucy's life had unraveled

to the point of despair.

A journal entry marked

the week before she died.

"Everyone in this town hates me.

"Tried talking to Mom,

but she just freaked out

and hid all the knives."

The next entry, she wrote

about a visit with her

guidance counselor Kate Drew.

"Had lunch with Mrs. Drew

and her husband Carson.

"We ate homemade pie and used

her grandmother's silver.

"Everything was so nice.

So beautiful."

"Why can't my life

be like this?"

It was at that lunch

that Lucy stole one

of Kate Drew's silver knives...

...and kept it in her possession

until the Sea Queen crowning.

When she wrote one final entry.

"I'm going up to Dead Man's

Bluff to end my life.

I love you, Mom.

I hope you never find this."

"I'm sorry."

Her suicide note.

Carson Drew did not kill

Lucy Sable.

She took her own life.

And for 20 years,

we told ourselves a story

of a mysterious killer,

when really the killer was us.

This town.

But I promise to remember

the girl who lived,

not the girl who died.

The sole piece

of physical evidence

linking Carson Drew

to the crime is a fingerprint

on a knife that Lucy

took from his house.

Is that enough to send a man

to trial for murder?

(gallery murmuring)

EDELSTEIN:

Quiet.

(gavel banging)

Order.

Lucy never wanted me

to figure out how she died.

Yeah, I get that.

Maybe she carried the trauma of

her suicide over into her death.

But then why...

is she haunting me?

Why the bones?

What did she want me to solve?

(door opens)

Lucy's handwriting

has been authenticated.

And there was a picture

of her with this journal

in her high school yearbook.

The journal is real.

(exhales)

EDELSTEIN:

I have considered

the new evidence

and find that it is

compelling enough to hold

that there is no probable

cause for Carson Drew

to have killed

Lucy Sable.

Thus, the charges against him

are dismissed.

Um, so I'm heading to The Claw.

Anyway, I could bring

some stuff home.

No. Uh, let's just

do it at home.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

For what you lost.

Just be glad that you're both

finally done with my family.

I'm never gonna

be free from 'em.

Nancy, thank you.

We missed you at

The Claw today.

Get used to it.

I'm moving my family

up to Augusta.

Took a job there.

Had enough of the corruption

in the force here.

Thought I'd

start fresh.

So that's why we're stuck

with Detective Hotshot now?

Try not to break

any more federal laws.

Something tells me

Detective Tamura

won't be as forgiving.

♪ ♪

Um, I think it's best

if you stick to sleeping

on my couch tonight.

Oh, yeah.

Um, yeah, totally.

Totally, yeah.

The couch.

Yeah.

Couch is, uh,

couch is a good place.

Well, yeah. Just

so we can...

keep being co-bosses.

Co-bosses.

♪ You know I'm gonna fight ♪

Yeah.

♪ You can bet I'm gonna fight ♪

♪

And friends.

♪ We've only got one chance

to live ♪

Well...

friendly co-bosses?

♪

♪ And it all comes down

to this ♪

♪ This is the moment ♪

♪

♪ And it's time to rise ♪

♪ It's time to rise ♪

♪ This is the moment ♪

♪

♪ And it's time to rise ♪

♪ It's time to rise ♪

♪ This is the moment ♪

♪

Where's the bone?

♪ And I feel the fire ♪

♪ I feel the fire ♪

♪ Give all I've got to give ♪

♪ This is the moment ♪

♪ And it all comes down

to this. ♪

(bell jingles)

Hey.

Hey.

(phone rings)

Hello?

So?

ACE:

Just finishing

what we started.

NANCY:

Anything?

I'm getting there.

JOHN:

Okay, thank you.

That was my lab calling

about the hair you

messengered earlier today.

Oh, do you have

the results?

Nancy, I think you

better sit down.

You're late.

I cooked your favorite

to celebrate.

Nancy?

I just received

a piece of evidence

that proves you're still lying

about the night Lucy died.

I don't...

I took the stand

for you.

I testified

to your innocence.

I followed every lead.

I took every risk.

Please tell me what's going on.

No, you tell me.

What happened that night?

And I need to hear the truth.

No more lies, no more evasion.

What did you do, Dad?

What did Mom do?

(exhales)

She was on the cliff with Lucy.

Mom never hurt Lucy.

How do you know that?

Because I was there, too.

When Lucy was

still alive.

What were you doing there?

We were watching the fireworks.

(phone ringing)

Your mom got a panicked call

from Lucy.

Hello?

Lucy?

CARSON:

She needed help.

Are you okay?

Okay, just please stay

where you are,

just stay put.

And then we saw why.

She had come to the cliff

to end her life.

(baby crying)

And then the baby was born.

JOHN:

Visible parturition pitting

along the dorsum

of the pelvic bone.

It's what happens

when a woman gives birth.

This is why Lucy wanted Nancy

to find her bones.

Lucy said she had kept

the pregnancy a secret.

Out of fear.

She'd been threatened.

Everett Hudson.

He spoke to her

earlier that day.

CARSON:

Lucy was told

if she had the baby,

her life was over,

and so was the child's.

That's why she arranged

to meet with Ryan that night.

To, to tell him

about the pregnancy.

CARSON;

We told her that we would

figure everything out.

We, we just wanted to help.

Lucy begged us

to take her child.

And raise it.

Don't let the Hudsons

know about her.

CARSON:

And protect it

from the Hudsons.

We didn't know what to say,

we just...

It's okay.

...we had to calm her down...

It's okay.

Take care of

my baby...

...long enough to get help.

We'd only turned away

from her for a second.

When we turned back,

Lucy was... gone.

I climbed down to the water

to try and find Lucy,

but...

I couldn't find her.

Her body had already

washed out to sea.

All that was left

was her dress.

We never knew

if she had slipped or jumped.

And through the rest

of that night,

we held the baby

in our arms,

weighing what

we should do.

And by the time the sun rose

the next morning,

the only thing we cared about

was honoring

her mother's dying wish

and keeping her safe.

(baby crying)

And we'd fallen in love.

We decided to leave

Horseshoe Bay

to keep the baby's origin

a secret.

Couple years later,

we came back.

Things were safer by then.

Everyone believed she was ours.

And we decided to stay

and raise her here.

All I've ever cared about

is giving her a good life.

One where she'd never

have to know the truth.

I was her father now.

I was her father.

And that's all that mattered.

Lucy's baby thrived.

She grew up to

be whip-smart

and compassionate

and kind and...

endlessly curious.

And she loves solving mysteries.

(crying)

Your DNA wasn't a match

for the female hair.

It's a mother-daughter match

for Lucy Sable.

She's me.

The baby is me.

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(woman screams, bell dings)

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