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Previously on Nancy Drew...

KAREN: The D.A.'s looking to build a
case out of Tiffany Hudson's murder.

I'm looking at
a decent four-pack:

town screw-up, ex-con,
city girl, and Nancy Drew.

NICK: She told me
if she could turn back time,

she could have changed my life.

This is almost $5 million.

It's an odd clause in your prenup.

The only way you inherit her estate

is if Tiffany died of natural causes.

Trespassing does not
make me a murderer.

I just want to get out of this town.

NANCY:
A diamond ring that went missing

the night Tiffany died.

Did I just invite a killer to a sleepover?

NANCY:
Bess Marvin: socialite, liar, thief.

Why did Bess say
she lives with her aunt

when she lives in a van?

Why did she have Tiffany's ring?

Could Bess be the killer I'm chasing?

[electrical crackling]

[crackling]

Did you hear that?

It's an old house.
It creaks.

[creaking]

[electrical crackling]

BESS:
Is that the porch light?

[electricity buzzing]

[Bess gasps]

Does an old house do that, too?

[microwave beeps, starts]
[gasps]

[microwave humming]

[loud pop]
[gasps]

[whispering]:
Nancy!

I don't know.

[lamp clicks on]

[electricity buzzing]

[clicks off]

[loud static]

TIFFANY [on TV]:
Help me. [panting]

P-Please, please.
I'm at The Claw.

[coughing, choking] Help.

Help!

[explosion]
[both gasp]

♪ ♪

Everything all right?

We're fine.

This is Bess.

She needed a place to stay
for a couple nights.

Any friend of Nancy's is
welcome here anytime.

Thank you.

What happened here?

I think maybe a fuse.

CARSON: Damn.
Wait here.

Okay, I'll go check the box.

[exhales]

What are you doing?

I couldn't get back to sleep.

You never talk about your mom.

Because there's nothing to say.

So that was definitely
not a fuse, Nancy.

It was something.

Well, I think it was
a message from Lucy,

like the time she told you
not to go into the morgue.

I'm choosing to believe "weird glitch."

Because my other theory
is that it was Lucy warning me

thatyou're the killer.

[eerie breathing echoes]

NANCY:
I don't want to go.

It's your last winter formal.

But I want to
stay here with you.

You have been here,
and I love every second

we spend together, but...

I don't want you to miss out on

any more of your senior year.

I guess I'll try
and have some fun.

That's the spirit.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I have too many dead women
in my life.

Don't use the microwave.

Noted.

Never heard you talk
about Bess before.

You guys know each other
from high school?

Uh, no. We work
at The Claw together.

She's just in town
for the summer visiting family.

She's a Marvin.

Ah, exactly what I needed.

Just a dash of sugar, please.

Hi.
Hey.

How's Diana doing?

Uh, oh, my aunt?
Mm-hmm.

Um... Yeah, she's a hoot.

So the surgery went well?

Um... yeah.

Good.

Hey, I am not gonna
be home for dinner,

but I will leave you
some pizza money.

I can buy my own dinner.
Where you gonna be?

[sighs]
With Ryan.

He's my client, and today
is Tiffany's funeral.

BESS: So sad.
I can't imagine

what her family
are going through,

knowing she was murdered.

Actually, the Hudson family
got the autopsy report back.

Tiffany died of natural causes.

Natural causes?
CARSON: Mm-hmm.

Like what?
Some rare, untreated disease?

It's not some theory
for you to pick apart, Nancy.

The family's been
through enough as it is.

Seriously?

So a private coroner,

who Ryan Hudson probably paid off,

gives some super vague
cause of death,

and that's the end?

It's a tragedy.
Leave it at that.

Uh, hello?

If nobody thinks
Tiffany was murdered,

that means we're not
suspects anymore.

[laughs softly]

[clicks tongue]

[exhales]

NANCY:
Except I don't believe the autopsy.

Someone murdered Tiffany,
and it could be you.

Nancy!

What are you doing here?

You know, just taking a drive.

Nice to stop and smell the saltwater.

Tiny Vessel looks good.
Thanks.

Mr. Marvin and I just
took her out for a spin.

I hope the Marvins aren't
missing Bess too much. Bess?

Bess who? Diana's niece Bess.

She stayed the night
at my place.

I've worked for the Marvins
almost 20 years.

I've never heard
of anyone named Bess.

[quietly]:
All right.

Yeah.

[cell phone buzzing]

Hey.

Hey, I wanted
to see how you were.

Ah... not great.

If I cash the bonds
Tiffany gave me,

I look suspicious,

but the more they sit here,
the more they feel like

a ticking bomb.

I wish I could help.

Well, you see the news
about Tiffany?

The autopsy?

Yeah, that's propaganda.

Probably. But if that's
the story they want,

they'll make sure it sticks.

I'm not giving up
just because the Hudsons know

how to spin a headline.

Believe me, I want justice
for Tiffany, too,

but this is literally
a get out of jail free card.

We can all move on.

You can reapply to Columbia.

Nick, Lingley's here
about his motor. Come on.

Be there in a second, Josh.

I gotta go.

Good luck.

NANCY:
Is that...

Laura Tandy, Tiffany's sister.

Orphan, global playgirl.

She now holds the distinct honor

of being the last living Tandy.

♪ Don't let those words
go to your head... ♪

Who's driving this clown car?

Ms. Tandy, this is my
colleague, Detective Hart.

We're sorry for your loss. Are you, Chief?

Because if you were,
you'd have solved

my sister's murder by now.

I talked to Tiffany
last week, she was fine.

A healthy 28-year-old woman
doesn't just drop dead

in a parking lot.

Well, until we have
additional evidence,

the case is closed.

What about the fact that
my sister had money,

and her husband was broke?

He was also cheating on her.

That may be true, but
it's not necessarily a motive.

I guess I'll have to do
your job for you.

She's fun.

[phone buzzing]

Ace's phone. This is Ace.

McGINNIS:
Laura Tandy's in town.

I need you to follow her,

see what she knows about Tiffany's death.

Laura's back?

Her sister's being buried today.

It shouldn't come as a shock.

Don't you have paid law enforcement

to do this kind of thing, though?
Sure.

But you and Laura have a history.

And you and I have a deal.

[exhales]

[entry bell jingles]

[coughing]

What is wrong with you?

I think I'm coming down with something.

Go home. Now! Really?

The Blood Bucket Curse says
I'll die within the year.

I made it through day one.

I still have 364 days to go.

I'm not taking any chances. Go.

Right on.

[hacking]

[whispering voices]

[loud whispers]

[harsh whisper]

ACE: [coughs]
You all right?

[panting]

Yeah, totally.

See you.

Bye.

GEORGE: Tiffany died of natural causes?

I don't believe it.

I'm still waiting
on the toxicology results.

Oh, my God, do not
Nancy Drew this up for us.

If Tiffany was murdered,
we need to find out the truth.

BESS:
No, we don't.

Have to. Not anymore.

Exactly. If Tiffany was murdered,

that's her bad luck, not ours.

I can't live
with a fake exoneration.

All right, well, the
rest of us totally can,

so you need to get on board.

[exhaling]

[metallic thudding]

Hello?

[whispering voices]

[quietly]:
I...

[thumping]
[whispering voices]

H-Hello?

[Bess panting]

W-What do you want?

[screaming]

Stay back.

[Bess crying]

BESS [straining]:
Help me!

Bess. Are you okay?

It came out of the vent.

[moaning]

Get back to work.
NANCY: What happened?

BESS:
I don't know. I...

I-I could hear voices.

I could hear voices,

and-and then all it went dark. Hold up.

Are you wearing Tiffany Hudson's
engagement ring?

Shh... Oh, my God.

Did you do it?

Did I kill Tiffany? No!

[whispers]:
Of course I did not.

So you just happened

to have her ring.Yeah. I...

Listen, okay?
I found that ring,

okay, on the ground in the
parking lot the night she died.

I didn't know it was hers.

I just thought it was
a random lost ring.

By the time I realized it was
Tiffany's, we were suspects.

I couldn't
give it back. Really?

I like sparkly things, okay?
They calm me.

Okay.
T-That's the answer you're going with?

You know, this isn't even
about the ring.

Okay? Something
is out to get me.Okay.

Ghosts don't just attack people
like that, though. Do they?

Well, whatever's in
the walk-in just did.

If it attacked you,
I don't think it's Dead Lucy.

Oh, so there are two ghosts now?

Excellent.

Bess, can you think
of any spirits

that you've pissed off lately?

I don't know, maybe the one
that you stole from?

[exhales]

Do you think the ghost
in the freezer is Tiffany?

D-Do you think she's mad
about the ring?

Do you think the ring is haunted?

Oh.

I might know someone
who can help, okay?

It's gonna take me
a minute to find her.

♪ It's the real thing, you touch me ♪

♪ For once I feel something ♪

♪ And they all got their someone ♪

♪ But you got that something... ♪

[phone buzzing]

♪ Now I'm drunk off your love ♪

♪ Uh, uh ♪

♪ Now I'm feeling new things ♪

♪ And, damn, they feel good ♪

LAURA:
Hi, Ace.

Oh!

Wow!

[chuckles]
This is random.

Is it?

'Cause you've been tailing me
for the last two hours?

These are for you.

For your effort.

There's a lot of people
that look like me.

You're probably mistaking me
for someone else.

Yeah. Mm-hmm. I was just...

walking.

S-Scones.

You're still doing
the bumbling stoner thing, huh?

Don't worry, it's still cute.

But what's your deal?

We hang out all last summer,
you don't call, you don't text.

Now you're, uh, stalking me?

I just didn't know what to say.

Yeah?

But I bumble
just as well un-stoned.

Okay, let's catch up. Let's catch up.

Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry about your sister.

Yeah.

Our last conversation
was a fight.

She said she was working up
the courage to divorce Ryan.

I told her to suck
it up. Now she's dead.

Have you heard anything?

I know it's a small
town, and people talk.

Don't the police
have any suspects?

Some friends that I work with
got brought in

the night it happened,
but the cops let them go.

Well, what did the cops
talk to them about?

Tiffany called 911
the night that she died

and there's an audio recording
of it.

Is there, uh, is there
any way I can hear it?

Can you pull one of
your hacker moves?

I'm kind of
out of that business.

Ace, please.

And then, right there.Mm-hmm.

When did you start wearing
your wedding ring again?

Uh, today.

Felt appropriate.

And that. Here you go.
Now, listen, my family

would like you to read this
statement after the funeral.

Your family is founding
a nonprofit in Tiffany's name?

Yeah.
Good.

That'll go a long way
with the community.

Autopsy report
must've been a relief,

knowing what happened
with certainty. Yeah, it was.

Speaking of which, um,
what's the next step

in me getting my money
from Tiffany's estate?

Well, I'll need a signed copy
of the autopsy report

from the medical examiner
and Tiffany's death certificate.

And I'll file those along with
your prenup in probate court.

Cool.

NANCY:
A British passport?

Bess Turani.

No wonder Jeff
never heard of Bess Marvin.

She doesn't even exist.

What the hell are you doing?

You tell me, Bess Turani.

God. How dare you go
through my stuff?

You've been lying about
who you are all summer.

Why?
I-I don't have to explain myself to you.

Oh, so I give you a place
to crash last night,

the least you can do
is tell me who you really are.

[sighs]
GEORGE: Hey!

Team meeting.

You have to toast the bread,
otherwise it gets all soggy.

[sighs]
Mom, Nancy, Bess.

Your mom is our help?

VICTORIA:
Eh, I'm a clairvoyant.

I mean, the dead can't
speak through me,

but I see things.

Mm-hmm. Usually at the bottom
of a bottle.

George never
appreciated my gift.

[scoffs]
Gift.

Your Kate Drew's
daughter, right?

Shame about your mom.

Death always takes
the good ones first.

All right, I briefed her
about the freezer.

Yeah, can I show you...?

[exhales]
Okay.

[laughs softly]
Okay. Um...

VICTORIA:
Oh, yeah.

Ragged scratches,

they're not too deep.

That's definitely the work of a new ghost.

Uh, one that doesn't understand
what it's doing, like Tiffany.

Okay, and why-why can't Tiffany
just talk to me?

Oh, most ghosts don't have
the power of speech,

unless they're speaking
through a medium.

They usually express

extreme emotion in, like,

dangerous
and unpredictable ways.

Like when George was little,
she'd pee on the floor

and bite you to get
your attention.

Thanks for that. Does Tiffany want

to hurt me? No, no, no. This
seems like a...

cry for help. Mm, she's
not gonna leave you alone

until you help her.

I-I... okay,
and how do I do that?

Hey.

Two circles: one's the
living, one's the dead.

This middle where they meet,

those are the souls
stuck in between,

the confused new ghosts that
think they're still alive.

Like Tiffany.
Wait,

but why is she freaking out now?

Because today's her funeral.

And she sees that she's
no longer attached to her body,

but she doesn't understand why.
Where's the ring?

[sighs]

When she was alive,
this was likely

Tiffany's treasured possession.

So, in death, she's drawn to it,
like a beacon.

To get rid of the ghost,

just place the ring back
on Tiffany's finger.

Put it on the corpse?

It'll help guide the ghost back
into her body. Mm.

And then, take this.

[quietly]:
Not this. Not this.

Ah! This one.

And why a mirror? Mirrors attract
spirits.

So place this over her heart so
the ghost sees its reflection

when it rejoins
the body and knows

that it's in the right
place. Otherwise,

it can get distracted and end up
somewhere else entirely.

And the most important step...

...refill my glass.
GEORGE: Okay. We're done here.

Tiffany's services
will be taking place

at the Horseshoe Bay
Funeral Home.

That's our best shot.

You know, I don't
think I can do this.

Okay? I was
already attacked.

By Tiffany... who knows what
else she could do to me?

I'll do it.

Oh, my God!
George! Thank you! Oh. Okay, Bess. Whoa!

Thank you! Whoa. Dude.

I'll stand by the door
and let you know

when the coast is clear.
BESS: And I will be there

for moral support.

Hey, um...

...if you don't want to do this,

considering your history with Ryan...

That's exactly why I shoulddo it.

I was the other woman.

I mean, what I did
to Tiffany was... wrong.

I mean, the least I can do

is help her find some peace
in the afterlife.

I was actually gonna say
you don't have to come.

Why wouldn't I come?

I just thought the whole
funeral thing might be hard.

I can handle it.

[vehicle approaches]

[car door shuts, car beeps]

That autopsy is a lie.

Tiffany had a puncture wound

behind her left ear
from a needle.

No mention of that anywhere.
How do you know

about a puncture wound?

Because I put it there.

You what?

When I broke into the morgue,

I stuck a needle behind Tiffany's ear,

and I stole a vial of her blood.

Nancy, for God's sake,
you can't keep doing

things like this! I want the truth!

Nobody is looking out for Tiffany!

Everybody is so busy looking out

for the Hudsons instead.

Ryan is my client.
That's my job. And you have

no concern that the autopsy's
a complete lie?

I have more important things
to concern myself with,

like paying off medical debt.
And your bail.

How convenient for you.

To have a daughter
and a dead wife

to blame your selling out on.

[door slams]

NANCY:
You can tell a lot about a person

by the way they act
at a funeral.

Ryan hasn't looked at
Tiffany's casket once.

Bess appears to be
too terrified of the Marvins

to talk to them.

And Nick is wearing his heart
on his sleeve.

I wish, um,
you could've known her...

before everything that happened.

Well, we all would've had

a very ambitious book club.

Ned Nickerson.

Oh.

Hi.

Tiffany spoke so highly of you.

Thank you for being
such a good friend.

Uh, yeah. Of course.

Um, she was...
one of a kind.

Did you talk to your friend?

ACE:
Yes.

She doesn't know
any more than you do.

EVERETT:
Hey.

Carson.

Glad to have you
back in the family.

With respect, Everett,
your son is my client,

not the Hudson family.

Ryan.

RYAN: Thanks. Thanks for coming.
CARSON: Yeah.

Hang in there, okay?

Hey, you're on door duty for George.

Wait, what?

Are you coming with us, then?

I'm just going to look for Everett.

You wait for me out front.

Excuse me, dear?
Do you work here?

[exhales]

I'm sorry I slept
with your husband,

and I hope this
brings you peace.

RYAN: Tiffany is in here now, Dad.

EVERETT:
Thank God that's over.

Well, it's a shame you
never got her pregnant.

What a waste of a marriage.

You're talking about my wife.

That never meant much to you
when she was alive.

[door closes]

I'm sorry you had to hear that.

[door closes]

Where were you?
I almost got caught.

I told Bess to watch the door.

Okay... She didn't.

[sighs] Oh, God...

I'm sorry. A
situation occurred.

What type of situation?

My Lyft is pulling up.

Why don't you carpool
with the Marvins?

I mean, they're all right here.
I'm sure they have plenty

of room for family.

[sighs]
What?

What do you want from me?
NANCY: Answers.

Why are you in Horseshoe Bay?
Who are you really?

[sighs]

[with British accent]:
I think I'm a Marvin.

But I don't know for sure.

How is that possible?

I grew up in a crappy
neighborhood in East London.

My mum would talk about
these Marvins, some fancy family

that we were descended from.

They sounded so

perfect, and when things
got really hard,

I dreamt that I was one of them.

I didn't know if it was
one of my mum's stories

or the truth, so I came
here to find out.

And?

I have a genealogy kit
in my baggage.

I need DNA from one of them.

You told everyone
your last name was Marvin.

Why would you do that? I didn't realize

how small this town was;

I didn't know everyone
knew everyone.

Once you get DNA proof,

what happens?

I'll present myself.

Where? At high tea?

I don't think
you've thought this through.I...

I didn't ask for your opinion.

Hey, just because family
isn't that important to you,

does not mean...
Okay.

You don't know about my life.

And you don't know about mine.

EVERETT:
It means a great deal to us

to see so many familiar faces

who loved Tiffany
as much as we did.

Tiffany was a beacon of light:

loving wife, daughter-in-law,

sister, and friend.

Who always brought with her...

VOICE ON SPEAKER:
911, what's the nature
of your emergency?

TIFFANY'S VOICE:
Help me... [panting]

Please! Please!
I'm at the Claw! No!

That was Tiffany
right before she died.

Panicked. Scared.

That was not the voice
of a woman

who died of natural causes.

That was the voice
of a woman pleading

with her killer. This is neither
the time...

Everett Hudson is a liar!

You didn't care about Tiffany.

Neither did Ryan

or any of you in this family.

My sister was scared of you,
but I'm not.

Tiffany was murdered.

And I'm gonna prove it.

I'd like to apologize
for the interruption,

ladies and gentlemen...

I'm going easy on
you out of respect

for your dad's sacrifice,
so I'm not gonna ask

how you stole that 911 recording

for Laura. I didn't.

I'm just gonna remind you
we had a deal.

And if you're in breach,
I can revoke that deal,

prosecute you to
the full extent of the law.

We're done here.

KAREN:
Hey... Nancy.

How you holding up?

Fine. Why?

Just... if there's anything
that you needed to talk about...

I'm here.

NANCY: Lucy Sable.
Did you know her?

Uh, we were in the same class
in high school.

But we moved
in different circles.

Who do you think killed her?

All we know about the killer
are the bloody knife

and the tire tracks
they left behind

at the crime scene.

So you think somebody
stabbed Lucy before

pushing her off the cliff?

I think that you're asking me
these questions to avoid

talking about who else is here.

Have you been
to your mom's grave?

Hey, Tiffany.

I'm sorry for my
half-assed apology earlier.

You deserve better from life.

And from me.

I'm sorry that I ever
felt sympathy for Ryan.[whispering voices]

I should've had your back
all along.

I hope you're at peace.

One of these is supposed
to be from you.

Not that you couldn't
bring your own.

It's just...

sort of a ritual
I've been doing.

Okay.

I'll come back, then. Hey, hey.

This... tension between us,

it has to stop.

I can't go on like this anymore.

What can I do?

Nothing.

Seriously, Nancy?

I wasn't with Mom when she died.

I didn't get to see
what she was going through

or what she was feeling.

I was in a gym,
dancing with my friends.

I had my phone.
You could have called.

And instead, you made me believe
that everything was okay.

And I never got to say good-bye
because of you.

It's what she wanted.

She wanted you to
remember dance parties

and homemade pizza nights...

and the time that the projector
broke at the drive-in,

and you guys acted out
the entire final scene

ofWhen Harry Met Sally,
verbatim, for the audience.

She didn't want you
to remember her suffering.

She wanted to protect you.

What about what I wanted?

There was so much more
that I had to say.

She knew how much you loved her.

That's all that matters.
That was enough.

I was trying to honor
your mom's wishes.

I thought I was doing
the right thing.

Maybe I wasn't.

Whatever you're feeling,
you can carry it with you,

but you can't...

let it consume you.

Thanks for bringing these.

I have to go.

[engine starts]

Hi, Mom.

A lot has happened
since you died.

Most of it's been pretty weird.

I am starting to believe
in ghosts.

[chuckles]

It took me a while
to get there, I think,

because... [sighs]...

I was waiting for you.

I thought, if ghosts exist...

you would come to me.

Why haven't you?

Am I not enough
to keep you here?

[exhales sharply]

Because I really need you.

[sobbing]

Good afternoon.
The Hudson family is honored

to announce the establishment
of the Tiffany Hudson

Educational Outreach Center,

a nonprofit dedicated to
improving academic opportunities

for the children
of Horseshoe Bay.

The organization will launch
at a garden party

tomorrow afternoon.

REPORTER:
Can you tell us more about the autopsy?

REPORTER 2:
What kind of "natural causes"?

My client is confident
I the results.

REPORTER:
Can you verify the accuracy of the autopsy?

Uh, that's it, we're done here.

Thank you very much.

[clears throat]

No. My opinion is that
the autopsy report

is inconclusive.

REPORTER 2:
Are the police reopening the investigation?

We're done here.

Thank you very much.

You just made a huge mistake.

If you want to fire me,
go ahead.

It won't be that easy
for you to leave this time.

REPORTER 2:
What does her sister have to say?

REPORTER:
Mr. Hudson...

We're done here.
Again, thank you very much.

We just ask that you respect
our privacy at this time.

Ace. Ace, come on, wait.

I suck, I know. I...

You did me a favor getting
that 911 recording,

and I totally betrayed you.

It's water under the bridge.

I really did miss you.

Why'd you ignore me?

You left.

Off to Paris, or to
wherever it is you go.

It's tough to keep track
of time zones.

Yeah.

Okay, then. Good night.

You threw me.

When I was with you,
it was intense.

Still is.

If there's anything
I've learned, it's that, uh,

when it feels good,
you shouldn't fight it.

[exhales]

NANCY:
Why would this video play the
night Bess came to my house?

TIFFANY [on tape]:
Help me. Please.

Please. I'm at The Claw.
No! [gasps]

[video stops] Maybe I've been looking for
the wrong thing.

[ring clatters]

Bess was telling the truth.

She didn't kill Tiffany
to steal her ring.

Tiffany dropped it herself
before she died.

[static, electrical buzzing]

[Tiffany screams]
[gasps]

Sorry, I didn't mean
to scare you.

It's okay.

Hey, uh, I'm-I'm really sorry
for putting you on the spot

at the funeral today.

I needed a distraction,
and you were an easy target.

All I wanted to do was to see
what the Marvins were like.

To imagine myself
in their world.

I think that's why I've
avoided 'em, though,

'cause if it's all a lie...

It'll hurt,

but you can't be afraid
of the truth.

I know you didn't kill Tiffany.

[door opens, shuts]

I'm starting to think
this is not a coincidence.

I've seen this shape before.

It's a map of Horseshoe Bay.

And the epicenter
of the crack is...

my high school?

[keys clacking]

♪ Falling off a spiral ♪

♪ Spiral line ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Break the chains and we are free ♪

♪ Feel it moving underneath ♪

♪ I want to feel something be ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ I want to feel it ♪

♪ Feel it, feel it ♪

♪ Feel it coming home ♪

♪ Feel it coming home ♪

♪ Feel it coming home ♪

♪ Feel it coming home ♪

♪ Feel it coming home ♪

♪ Feel it coming home... ♪

NANCY:
Karendid know Lucy.

Why'd she lie?

♪ Feel it coming home ♪

[entry bell jingles]

♪ Feel it coming home ♪

♪ Feel it coming home... ♪

[whispering voices]

[echoing]:
Help me. Please.

P-Please, please.

I'm at The Claw. No!

[woman screams, bell dings]

[pencil scribbling]