All language subtitles for Nancy Drew s02e07_English

♪ Pain... ♪

EVIE:
Okay, Jen.

You have to survive
the witching hour

in the most haunted hotel room
in all of Horseshoe Bay.

And then you'll be
a full-fledged member

of the Howell College
volleyball team.

♪ On my hands and knees, am I insane? ♪

How many people
have died in here?

Four, at least.

It's worth our two-hour drive
to Horseshoe Bay.

They don't call it the
Murder Room for nothing.

It's a piece of cake.

Oh, yeah. Is that why
you cried last night, rookie?

[laughs]:
Because it was so easy?

[laughing]

All we need is your phone.

♪ Thoughts inside my head... ♪

See you on the other side.

♪ Inside my head,
take me to a place... ♪

Last night, the crying?

I just, I freaked myself out.

I thought I heard chains
or something, but...

it was just in my head.

Oh, and don't forget:
leave the lights off.

They can see
if you turn them on.

[door creaking]

[door closes, lock clicks]

It's so cold in here.

It's just a drafty old hotel.

[chains rattle]
[Jennifer gasps]

[whispers]: I think there's
something in here with me.

[creaking]
Are you there?

Don't answer. She's fine.

[thump]
[Jennifer screams]

There's no prize
for "most dramatic."

No point in screaming.

Nobody else is staying
on this floor.

[thumping]

[creaking]
[whimpering, gasping]

[pounding on door]
Please!

Please let me out!
Let me out!

You still have 57 minutes to go.

[banging at door]

[banging stops]
[screams]

Jennifer?

Hey, Jen?

Let her out. That's disqualifying.

If we open the door,
she won't make the team.

Give me the key.

[lock clicks]

Jennifer? If this
is your idea of a joke,

kiss your future
as a Polar Bear goodbye.

It's not a joke. She's gone.

♪ ♪

NANCY: It's my first official
day as your investigator.

What's the case? Let me guess.

Um, wrongful conviction.

Fraud.
Divorce.

Ooh, divorce.

What do you need? I could, um,

I could follow the husband
around, get a money shot

of him in flagrante?

What? No, no
money shots.

No flagrante.
Okay.

Well, then, what would you
like me to investigate?

These files.

Bank statements, e-mails,

deeds, gift receipts.

I need you to organize it all.

Mrs. Barber thinks her
husband is hiding assets,

so we need to go
through these...

Why are you making that face?
I just thought being

your investigator
would be more...

Exciting? I get it, I get it.

But I haven't even told you
the best part yet,

which is...

that you get to two-hole-punch

any documents that we
should admit into...

Seriously? Did you plant this?

It must've fallen in there.

Mm-hmm.

Columbia has online courses.

I was curious.

Are you?

I don't know.

Online or in person.

If you want to go,
we can make that happen.

Well...

Looks like the universe
already made the call.

[sighs]

Uh, what, uh, college is gonna
want to take me right now?

I-I tanked
my senior year grades,

I-I got, I got arrested
for breaking into the morgue,

and I didn't sign up
to retake my SATs because I was

too busy summoning bones
from an evil sea spirit

that tried to kill me,
Which was stupid anyway.

You... Wait, what?

Figuratively. I'm going
to investigate the documents.

And I will have them
back for you later tonight.

Can't forget the best part.

Nancy, I just don't
want you to forget

that Columbia was what
you always wanted.

And if it still is, when
you're ready, I'm ready.

Thanks, Dad.

Seventh time's the charm.

[speaks French]

"Ancient Babylonian priests
would destroy clay

or wax images of the demons
they sought to exorcise."

Not a priest, but more
than happy to smash something.

[sighs]

[knocking on door]

NICK:
George?

George, y-you okay?
The door's locked.

Uh, yeah. Just, I-I came in
early to do some deep cleaning.

Got to Marie Kondo
this whole place.

NICK:
Okay.

Well, you-you gonna open up?

Yeah, just a sec.

Here you go.
Oh. Coffee, perfect.

Thank you. Yeah, you look
like you need it.

And, you know,
if you can't sleep,

chamomile tea works wonders.

She's okay.

We thought we lost
her, but we didn't.

[quietly]:
Yeah.

Yeah, I know, I know.

I can't shake the feeling
that something isn't right.

And the locked door
isn't helping.

You know what
will help with that?

You're gonna say
sleep, aren't you?

Yes. Yes, I am.
Right.

I'll be back. I got to run an errand.
Hmm.

Great.
[door opens]

Is Nick still here?

Um, he-he just popped out.

Good. That's really good.

Do you... [knocking on door]

We need your help.

ZOE: We came to you because
of how it happened.

We follow @NancyDrewsNews.

Plus, you're the only Drew
address in AddressWayFinder.com.

Can we come in?

Yeah. Sure.

So, what exactly
did you need my help with?

One of our new recruits
Jennifer Watts,

she was kidnapped.

Kidnapped? Call the police.

EVIE: We can't go
to the police.

Uh, we were doing a
team-bonding event.

You were hazing her,
which is illegal.

If they look into this,
we could lose our scholarships.

Okay, but your friend
was kidnapped,

so you need to call the cops.

She was taken by one
of the ghosts

that haunt the Breaker Hotel.

You were in room 413?

We were standing in front
of the only door out.

The windows don't open.

We know this sounds crazy,

but Jennifer was
taken by a ghost.

And we've heard rumors about you

investigating
in unearthly spaces.

You're the only person
who can find Jen.

Will you help us?

How could I say no?

MAN:
I asked for fresh towels twice.

Twice more than
I should have to.

AMANDA: Technically,
it's one more time

than you have to ask,
because you do have to ask.

Water conservation and all.
That's not the point. The point is,

I called the front desk,
and no one brought towels.

Ooh. Good morning.

Just wanted to flag
that you are yelling

about towels
in public right now.

It's a little embarrassing,
for you.

AMANDA: You know who really should
be aware of the towels?

The owner, Mr. Holmes.

Yikes.

Thanks for the assist.

Yeah, that was extremely chill.

You're Amanda Bobbsey, right?

You a cop?

No. No.

Uh, my dad is.

Well, he was. I'm...

I'm not.
You a stalker?

Ace.

We got to go.
Aha.

You know Nancy Drew.

It all makes sense.

Thanks for your help
finding my brother.

BOTH:
You're welcome.

Nice to meet you.

Officially. It's time-sensitive, the case.

Maybe I'll see you around.

So, what was the case?
The case, what...

Um, alleged ghost abduction.

Ghost abduction.
See, that would've been, like,

my third guess.

The infamous Murder Room.

And it's all ours
until 12:00 p.m. today.

Lucky us.

Every year, we book this room
for the weekend

and do initiation here.

Isabel did it on Friday,
and nothing happened.

Nothing ever happens
except we freak ourselves out.

Plenty to freak out about.

Three people died in this room.

Four, actually.

Legend says, when
the hotel claims a new victim...

Blood weeps from
the walls. I know.

But that's just stories.

Oh, the windows
only open two inches now.

In the '70s,
people who stayed here

were so overcome by despair,

they kept jumping out.

Sure, but this security rod

on the window is bent.

Jennifer didn't get taken
by a ghost. She ghosted you.

See?

Okay, well, um...

[gasps, screams]

ZOE:
What happened?

Did you cut your hand?

This is not my blood.

Oh, man.

This is feeling less alleged.

If one of the spirits
took Jennifer,

and the rest of
the ghost story is true, then...

we need to move really fast.

[car approaches]

[car door opens]

[seagull screeching]

Well?

Yo, please, please tell me
you found something.

You've had Tiffany's drive
for two weeks.

It's not good, man.

I mean, I always knew

that my father wasn't
exactly aboveboard, but...

I cross-referenced the drive

with some files that I found
in the Hudson vault, and...

I don't think that the
Bonny Scot was the first time

he's killed in business.

I don't think it was
the last, either.

But that is good.

Th-That's what we need.

Yeah, but it's not enough.

Now, I'm connecting some dots,
but I don't have everything.

I need to get access
to his offshore accounts.

Okay, so you're
following the money.

That's smart.

Problem is, is that his
private wealth manager

won't give me access, so now
I got to find another way

to go around and
get the records. Wait, wait, wait.

You called Everett's
wealth manager?

Does your dad know?
No.

I mean, I... I don't know.

Yeah, yeah, but could
this guy tell Everett

you were asking to get access?

If your father realizes

you're poking around
in his secrets...

Okay, we-we,
we got to get ahead of him

before he figures out
what we're doing.

Hey, hey, where you going?

I'm going to get some advice.

Do not get cold feet on me.

Listen, just trust me

a little while longer, please.

[door closes, engine starts]

[tires screech]

If we can narrow down
which spirit took her,

it could help us figure out how.

Maybe the, uh, Crying Child.

Or the Woman in Red.

She wants a companion.

Mm, keep looking.

ISABEL:
"4.5 stars:

Ghostly chains rattled for hours.

Didn't sleep a wink.
Best trip ever."

"Five stars: Slept all through
a hot summer night in room 413."

ISABEL [laughs]:
Sounds so nice.

We had to be on campus
in August for volleyball.

It was deadly.

The AC barely works in my dorm.

When did, uh, when did
your semester start?

Let's just focus
on the haunted hotel, okay?

It says the place
was a private mansion.

A bunch of people died
just building it.

I thought it was always a hotel.
Yeah, I did, too.

Apparently, the original
servants' bell system,

on display in the hotel bar.

Oh.
So cool.

It's like Downton Abbey.

You know what?

I have to go back to the hotel.

Uh, no way, we can't
go back there.

A ghost already got one of us.

Okay.

Uh... can you stay
with them?

I just don't want to leave
three scared strangers

alone in my house.

I'll text Bess and George.

Nancy.

He watches Downton Abbey.

[door closes]

♪ ♪

Hey, hey, hey.
Here, let me help.

Are you all right?

It's just you've been,
you've been so tired lately.

Please. The bags under your eyes
could carry groceries.

I mean, sorry. I'm-I'm...

Seriously, I'm fine.

I just had a bug,
but now I got rid of it.

Okay.

[gasps]

Menteuse.

George.

You okay?

Bess, I...
[phone buzzing]

Oh, it's Nancy.

She needs us to meet her
at the Breaker Hotel ASAP.

Something about
a missing college student?

Okay.

Okay.

I'll deal with you later.

So, I need to undo my
grandfather's will.

Wait. Give me a dollar.

To reengage my services.

Okay. Yeah, um...

Let's see, I've got, uh...

All I got is 50s.

[sighs]
Fine. Here.

Congratulations.

You have attorney-client
privilege again.

Thank you.

So, my grandfather,
he founded Hudson Enterprises.

He-he wanted it to be run
like a monarchy,

so the corporate structure is...

It's laid out in his will.
Right. Exactly.

After my grandfather, the
company passes down to my father

and my uncle, Josiah.

Fifty-fifty split.

But Josiah, he drank himself
into an early grave, so...

By the way, that's why
my father's so messed up.

So Everett got full control
of Hudson Enterprises,

and if he dies, as I recall,

or is otherwise unable
to continue as CEO,

then Hudson Enterprises
goes to you,

unless you trigger
the forfeiture clause

by making a move against
Hudson Enterprises or its CEO,

in which case
you get cut off entirely,

and the company goes
to your heir.

And that's the part
that I want to undo.

Well, your grandfather
is deceased,

which means his will
can't be changed.

Yeah, okay, but the problem is,

is that I have an heir
now... right, Nancy...

and she's the reason that
he's on trial for murder.

He hates her for that.

If he finds out that
I tried to trigger

this forfeiture clause... Okay, hang on.

The last time we spoke
about your dad,

you were staying
on the sidelines.

What changed?

Are you making
a move against him?

It's possible I am.

And if I do,

and if Hudson Enterprises
gets passed down to Nancy,

she's gonna burn that place down
before anybody can stop her,

and Everett knows that.

And if Everett finds out
who Nancy really is...

He would destroy her.

One phone call.

That's how he does it.

I mean, he'll have her dying
in some mysterious accident.

That's how he does it...
it-it doesn't matter

if he's in jail or if he's on
the moon, he'll make it happen.

Okay, then whatever it is
you're planning,

whatever would trigger
the forfeiture clause,

don't do it.

I might have already done it.

There's a chance that I...

might not be able
to cover my tracks.

[sighs]

Then there's only one option.

Make sure Everett
never finds out about Nancy.

Ever.

Everyone who stayed here
in the winter

complained that no matter how
much they turned the heat up,

it was always drafty.

BESS:
Well, yeah, that makes sense
then, doesn't it? Ghosts.

Also Maine, winter.
old-ass building, cold.

And everyone who stayed
in this room in the summer

said how beautifully cool
it was.

Yeah. Ghosts.

Also, again, Maine, ocean,
air-conditioning.

Ghosts cannot be your go-to
for everything. Stop.

Or a draft from a hidden door.

Ace said that the hotel
was originally built

as a family home,
and what do rich families have?

If you say ghosts
one more time...

No. Uh, I was going
to say servants.

But back then, families
didn't want their guests

to see their maids and butlers
coming and going,

so they built servants'
corridors and hidden doors

so that the staff could access
most to the building

while remaining
relatively unseen.

Yeah, the Marvin Estate
has a drawing room

modeled after the Queen's
White Drawing Room,

but it has a servants'
hidden door.

Why does that not surprise me?

I mean, it's kind of like this,

but way more expensive,

and it has, like,
a latch behind the...

[clicking]

[hinges creaking]
[gasps]

No way.
[gasps]: Oh, my God.

Are you kidding me?

Thank you, Bess Marvin,

and thank you, Queen Elizabeth.

Our pleasure.

So, we-we gotta
go in there, right?

Yeah.

Okay, we're going in now.

[hinges creaking]

[clicks]

[knocking]

Hey, I got your SOS.

What's up?
Is that Nancy?

Did she find Jen?
What did she say?

Oh, I'm-I'm just gonna text her.

Can anyone make an omelet?

Never mind.

They were really scared
about their friend

being kidnapped by a ghost,
so I told them

about all the ghosts
that we've dealt with.

Now they feel...

a lot better.

Help me.

[groans]: Oh, that's the longest hallway ever.

It must run behind every room.
Uh...

GEORGE: All that's missing
are the pervy peepholes,

and this hotel is officially
my worst nightmare.

[electrical buzzing]

Do you hear that?

Ooh.
[scoffs]

[sighs heavily]

[quietly]:
Awesome.

That's a piece
of Jennifer's shirt.

Isabel sent me a picture of her
from last night.

Whoa.

What's at the bottom
of the shaft?

GEORGE:
Dumbwaiter.

Looks very broken.

What if Jennifer
was running, scared,

and then she jumped into
the dumbwaiter to hide,

and the whole thing crashed
into the basement?

And nobody heard?

Oh, well, maybe whatever
she was running from did.

Uh, or she's still
down there, trapped, hurt.

Either way, we need
to get to the basement now.

Jennifer?

Perfect. The lights are broken.

[exhales]

She was here.

GEORGE: She couldn't
have gotten out

from over here.

It's locked from the outside in.

Just like the door
we came through.

She couldn't have
gotten out that way, either.

[gasps]

Blood.

Blood? Where? Yeah.

What if this doesn't have
anything to do with ghosts?

What if someone is using the
hotel's history as a way to...

Mm, kidnap and murder people?

Secret access to rooms.

Old legends of-of missing guests
written off as ghost stories?

Wait. Tapes,

of victims screaming?

I mean...

Hey!
[screaming]

You shouldn't be in here.

[grumbles]

He caught us.

[whispers]:
That is the hotel owner.

[whispers]:
You mean hotel murderer.

Hi! Oh, God,
I'm so glad you're here.

Thank God. We...

We got so lost.

Lost? We were so lost,

because it was so dark.

[whispers]:
Stop overselling it.

Yeah. Okay.

Come on, Nancy.

Excuse you.

Oh.

Wait. Hold on.

So we can give him
a second chance

to murder us and
drain our blood?

No, thank you, Nancy.

He is not a killer.

Mr. Holmes would've
locked us in that room

if he was a killer.

I've seen that logo before.

I saw Mr. Holmes talking
to the butcher this morning.

The blood is from
Frank's Butcher Shop on Main.

The chains are for rattling
behind the walls

in the servants' passage,
and the scream tapes

are not from victims,
they are sound effects.

Oh, my God.

That guy's a freaking genius.
Think about it.

Horseshoe Bay's
two biggest tourist draws

are lobster rolls and ghosts.

People come to this hotel
because they want to be scared.

I'm willing to bet
nobody was ever murdered here.

Maybe one or two natural deaths
became old legend,

so they capitalized on it.

But our hotel owner was guilty
of faking a haunting.

I don't think
that he hurt Jennifer.

Okay, but how can we be so sure?

There was a camera
in the basement.

It's where they keep
their liquor for the hotel bar,

so they're required
to have a security feed.

If we can get ahold
of that footage,

we can find out
what happened to Jennifer.

[clatters]
[groans] Come...

Hi.

You're about to ask me
for something, aren't you?

I am. There is a security camera
in your basement.

I was wondering
if I could get my hands

on the tapes from last night.

I would if I could, but the boss
password-protects that stuff.

And sadly, I'm a thief,
not a hacker.

Oh, but I can get you
a discount on a room

or some minibar snacks.

That's okay.

Though I do know someone
who could help you

with your computer woes.

Oh, Zoe...

You don't cook
pancakes in the oven.

Who raised you?

Really?
[phone chimes]

Is that Nancy?

NICK:
Uh, no.

Son of a...

[phone chimes]

Is that Nancy?
Uh, yes.

Did she find Jennifer? What'd she say?

ZOE:
Which ghost was it?

Nick, Nancy needs me.
[alarm sounds]

So I'm gonna, I'm gonna go!
You have fun.

Ace? Ace, no. Don't you...
Don't you dare.

Ace, don't...

Ace, please don't go.
Please. God...

Somebody ask for a friendly

neighborhood computer guy?

Please, kind sir, help me.

What's the problem? Uh, it keeps
freezing,

and percussive maintenance
hasn't helped.

Uh... Uh... yeah.

You know what?
Actually, I'm gonna...

Sorry.

You know, I'm just gonna
run a debugging program

and do a hard reboot.
It'll only take a sec.

Oh. That quick?

I can type more slowly...

if you want.

I mean...

I wouldn't mind.

Ace finally uploaded the hotel
security footage to our FTP.

You and Ace have
a private server?

The teammates said
that the hazing started

at the top of the witching hour.

[gasps]
Yikes.

Wait. Wait.
What is that?

Wait. Who is that?

George?

You need to explain right now.

Okay, I was trying to find the
right time to tell you guys,

but I... I didn't
want to worry anyone,

and I thought that I could
take care of it, and then I did,

and it worked,
but then it didn't work,

and I... NANCY: Slower,

with more specific words.

Odette Lamar's ghost has been...

time-sharing in my body
right now.

Huh? What?!

[sighs]

When I died and you brought me
back to life with the shroud,

I didn't come back alone.

You're possessed? Well,

this feels different.

With Tiffany, I was almost dead
within 24 hours.

Odette has been with me
for weeks. I've tried

a bunch of different exorcisms,
and nothing has worked.

Wait. Wait. Wait. You did
an exorcism without me?

NANCY: So that's not you
on the video.

Not really. It's Odette.

And I have no memory of it.

It's like
when Odette takes over,

the switch goes off,
and I'm unconscious.

Did you tell your mom?
Did you talk to her about it?

What did she say? No, I haven't
told anyone until now.

And before you yell
at me, I know.

Okay? Just save me
the lecture.

George, we need to get
Odette out of your body.

We have to. A possession
could kill you.

Uh, maybe the possession rules

are different
with an older ghost.

Maybe they don't, you know,
kill you as fast. I don't know.

All right, well,
we have the time

to figure out the problem
with my... passenger.

Right now, we need
to focus on finding Jennifer.

And in order to do that...
We have to talk to Odette.

Yeah.

[clears throat]

[loudly]:
Odette, can you hear us?

No.
Okay.

How... do you
make her come out?

[scoffs]
If I knew, I wouldn't be the most likely suspect

in Jennifer's disappearance,
now, would I?

I'm so hungry. Oh, my God.

Uh, George, um,
call me back when you get this.

I'm just, um...
I'm just ch-checking in.

Okay. Uh, love you.
Okay. Bye.

Mm. You called
her again?

Smells like girl trouble to me.

We can help.
Tell us everything.

Um...

Okay, okay.

Um, there was
a-a freak accident,

and my girlfriend almost died.

But she's fine now.

We're all fine.
You know, it's fine.

But...

it was scary.

And I'm worried.

Well, if I survived
a freak accident,

I wouldn't want anyone hovering.

You know, I'd want to move on,

and I'd want the people
I love to move on, too.

ISABEL:
I don't know.

I think I'd want people to keep

checking in on me,
even if I wasn't ready

to talk about it yet.

It's nice to know people care.

So, should I send
a follow-up text or-or not?

[man speaking French on TV]

I can't. I am so full.

Well, then
we've tried everything.

I mean, pastries,
portraits of Odette,

pictures of her vineyard,
18th-century novels.

I mean, I've read
three chapters of Candide,

and I still have no idea
what this book is about.

What are we gonna do, George?

We-we... we have
to talk to her.

We-we have to find Jennifer.

[groans]
Yeah, I... I hate to say this, but...

maybe it's time
we go to the cops.

What? Y-You can't be serious.

The-the only lead
that we have is a video

of the missing person and you.

Well... Detective Tamura
will arrest you

before you can say
"nice jawline."

[door opens]
NANCY: I found it!

It was under the
passenger seat in my car.

[inhales, exhales]

Odette, when you were
the Aglaeca, you burned most

of the letters you wrote
to your beloved Englishwoman

because they had the power to
destroy the monster you became.

But now, you're a human spirit,
which means

I am betting that you would

not like me
to destroy the last connection

you had to the love
of your life.

Hello, Odette.

What happened last night?

What did you do
with the girl at the hotel?

[with French accent]:
I was taking in the night air.

I followed the sound
of her screams.

She's with the hounds now.

She won't be coming back. With the hounds?

BESS: That's not just George
doing...

[panting]:
a French accent, is it?

No, Bess, that's Odette.

[normal accent]:
Oh, my God, it-it worked?

What'd she say?

Well...
Um, that she's with the hounds now.

Like the hounds of hell?

Okay, George, don't panic, okay?

But, um,
I'm 99.9% sure

that you killed Jennifer.

I mean, I really don't know
why I'm so surprised.

When she was the Aglaeca,
she killed a bunch of people.

Bess, Bess, calm down, okay?

George, you said sometimes
Odette can watch you

when you look in the mirror.

And can you watch her
when she's in control?

No, I-I'm telling you,
I don't remember anything.

I-I mean...

well, is she just gonna stay
in your body forever?

I mean, what does she even want?

What, to murder us all?

And-and why was she at the hotel
in the first place?

Odette's been stuck
in George's body for weeks.

I mean, maybe she
got full control

and wanted to go for a walk.

Give me your phone.

We can track
Odette's whereabouts...

where she went,
where she took Jennifer.

Let's see
what her Maps app says.

[sighs]

Odette did take Jennifer
to the hounds.

[sighs]

[indistinct announcement over P.A.]

Your teammates asked
me to find you.

I'm Nancy.

Did you know there's
a hidden compartment

in the windowsill in room 413?

The hotel staff fills
it with chicken blood.

So gross.

I think what happened was,
whoever filled the compartment

didn't close the hidden door
all the way.

So when you were in
there alone by yourself

in the dark, scared,

you saw a sliver of light,

and you ran.

[scoffs softly]

Crashed is more like it.

Right into the basement.

And then this weird,
angry French girl found me,

and she didn't seem to know
what a cell phone was,

but she had one on her
and she let me use it.

You made sure that the servants'
door was shut behind you.

So your teammates
couldn't follow.

That was pretty extreme.

I was wondering why.

I wanted to vanish.

College isn't
what I thought it would be.

I'm not who I thought
I would be.

I can relate.

My whole life, all I cared about
was getting into a good college.

And when I did,
I realized my whole identity

was built around that.

I didn't know

who I was supposed to be now.

That secret door,

that was my ticket home.

A way to just...
[takes deep breath]

disappear.

Without being...

that girl that
dropped out of college.

Then why haven't you left?

I checked the schedule...
there have been three buses

that could have taken you home
by now.

Never mind.

You don't understand.

I do understand.

[takes deep breath]

You don't want to be
the "college dropout."

Well...

you are talking to the
"high school burnout."

Big dreams of going
to a fancy school

totally abandoned, because...

my...

my mom got sick...

and she died.

And so I stopped trying.

And then I found
out some pretty...

some pretty messed-up stuff
about my family.

And my...
my boyfriend

was murdered.

And then I realized that

I am not who I should be.

No college wants
this version of me.

You went through all of that?

You solved a freaking mystery

after all of that?

Here I am, struggling
with a minor existential crisis.

Why did you let me talk
for so long?

I think there's a reason
you didn't go on that bus.

I think there's a reason

you keep thinking
about going to school.

Maybe you're not who you thought
you should be, but...

who you are now
is still pretty badass.

[sniffles, exhales]

You took a job with him?

Just let me explain.
No.

No, no, no. No, no.
I think I got it.

You ran back to Daddy
the first chance you got.

Everett's using you.

He wants the public to think
you've forgiven him

for what he did to Lucy. And my forgiveness

is only useful for him
ahead of his murder trial.

But that gives me
all the power, Nick.

Look, when I was 11,
there was this bully named Max.

Oh, my God.
I do not need some sob story

about Max the bully. Listen to me.

I came home from school one day.

I was all scared
because Max said

he was gonna beat me up.

So Everett decides
that he's gonna teach me

how to throw a punch, right?

So he says, "You got
to let him in close.

That's how you deal
the fatal blow."

Then he punches me.

He thought I was gonna block it,
but I didn't.

So instead, I start crying.

He tells me he's disgusted
with me, I'm useless.

So I go to school the next day

just expecting to
get my ass kicked,

only Max wasn't even there.

'Cause Everett paid his family

to have him transferred
to another school.

Hell of a dad.

Yeah.

Hell of a dad.

Nick, that's
why I took this job.

'Cause I got to get close to him
so I can deal a fatal blow.

But if he finds out it's me,

then Nancy's life is
in serious danger.

So the only way
I'm gonna pull this off

is if you help me.

And then your life's
in serious danger.

I'm all in.

I made a promise to Tiffany,
and I intend to keep it.

EVIE: And even though
you didn't complete

the initiation, we're still glad
to have you on the team.

You're officially

a Polar Bear.
[laughs]

[laughs]

I've had a lot of time
to think, and...

this isn't for me.

Playing volleyball was something
that I thought I had to do,

but...

I don't feel that way anymore.

EVIE:
Well, that's okay, too.

Come here.

[laughing]

Let's go.

Let's go. Bye, Nancy.

Bye.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[taps key]

[sighs heavily]

I don't think it
should be a secret.

I think you should tell him.

I'm asking you to wait,
Bess, okay?

Nick deserves to know.

You want to know why Nick
is so tired?

He wakes up every night
screaming, okay?

He has nightmares
about me dying in his arms.

So I would really like to
hold off on adding anything else

to his plate right now,
if that's okay

with you.
Okay. I'm sorry.

[sighs]
I'm sorry. We'll wait.

Uh, we can do some more research
in the meantime and...

figure out a way
of getting rid of Odette.

♪ ♪

[breath trembles]
Odette.

[with French accent]:
The only way to get rid of me

is to kill your friend.

Is that actually true?

Or are you just saying that
'cause you don't want to leave?

Hey.

Just wanted to swing by and see

how my patient was doing.
Running like a dream.

Did Nancy get what she needed?

It's fine.

Just...

next time,
you don't have to trick me.

With the flirting and charm,
you know?

You could just tell me
what the plan is.

I've heard I'm extremely chill.

The flirting wasn't a ruse.

MAN:
Excuse me.

[quietly]:
Don't go anywhere.

Hi. Checking in?

MAN:
Yeah.

What brings you
to Horseshoe Bay, sir?

I'm here to find my wife.

I don't suppose
you know her, do you?

[woman screams, bell dings]

[pencil scribbling]