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(piano playing
"As Time Goes By")

(orchestra joins in,
music swells)

(song concludes
with a flourish)

(eerie tones playing)

(low, ominous tone plays)

(thunder rumbling)

(acoustic guitar playing
upbeat intro)

(thunder crashes)

(horse neighs)

(wind whistles)

(waterfall rumbling,
stream flowing)

(branch creaking)

* *

(car engine revving)

* *

(sneezes)

(church bell tolling)

(doors creak)

Who are you?!

(chuckles)

Hello. I'm Nancy Drew.

It's nice to meet you.

May I ask who you are?

Guess.

All right.
I'm guessing you two

are working
with Lawrence McNabb,

the locksmith,
that he gives you the keys

and you're responsible for
the recent string of burglaries.

However,

you should know
the DA's only interested

in McNabb-- you two
could make a deal with him.

And that
Charlie the security guard

is about to walk
through that door.

(door creaks open)

(door creaking closed)
(meekly): Hi.

(sirens wailing)

Listen to me.
I'll get Pastor Murray

to drop the
breaking-and-entering charges

if you agree
to some kind of counseling.

(sighs):
Anger issues don't just go away.

I don't need a shrink!
(whispers): Yeah, you do.

He gets cranky
when he hasn't eaten.

I told him, you know,
go have a snack.

I said, "Before we get here,
you better have a snack."

Oh, one summer,
we were on Fire Island...

Hey! Psst!
Not with that story again!

(sirens wail in distance)

Hold on.

What's that?

My sleuth kit.

Flashlight,

fountain pen, notebook,

magnifying glass,
fingerprint powder,

digital recorder and...

...one of Hannah's lemon bars.

(tires screech, siren stops)

(garbled police radio
transmissions)

Bess, is Nancy okay?

Are you kidding?
She's loving it.

Okay, here he is.
Nancy?

(laughs):
Hi, Ned.

So, I had this dream
during my nap today

where you went off to California

and met that guy on Smallville,

and you got amnesia and...

literally forgot
you ever met me,

and then I turned
into a squirrel.

Anyway, what do you think
that means?

(groans): Um, Ned, can we
talk about this later?

I'm just a little busy.

Yeah, sorry.

O-Okay.

Not appropriate, Ned.

You take naps?

What's going on?
Is she okay?

Hey, now, don't worry,
I just talked with her--

she's doing fine.

That Nancy's my best man.

I-I mean,

she would be if she
were on the force.

Fine. Therapy.

Great. I'll call
the D.A. back.

(laughs)

(sighs): I just want
to thank you, Nancy Drew.

I've always heard the
nicest things about you,

the way you solve mysteries
and you help people...

Steve...

please don't thank her
for turning us in.

I think Crankenstein needs
another lemon bar.

Well, I thought the
Crankosaurus was extinct.

I don't know about this.
Well, I'm sorry,

Cranky Doodle Dandy.
(laughs)

I can't do this.

Gary, we made a deal.

The deal's gone wrong.

Hey, where is she?
We need her!

You take that side.

(ominous, jazzy theme plays)

(low scratching)

* *

(quiet grunting)

Hey, Gary, look.

Hey! Let's get out of here.

It's Nancy!

(excited chatter)
WOMAN: It's Nancy!

Hi, everybody.

Hold it there!
Hold it right there!

(gasps)

(crowd gasps, woman screams)

WOMAN:
Oh, my goodness!

(crowd gasps)
MAN: Hold on!

MAN:
Hold on to that gutter!

YOUNG WOMAN:
Come on, Nancy, hold on tight!

Hold on, Nancy--
we got the fire department here!

That's all right, Chief--
I'll be down in a jiffy.

Hang on, Nancy!

* *

(people cheering))

(laughing)

Yay!
Yay, Nancy!

Are you okay?

I'm fine, Dad.

Really, in the
sleuthing business,

this kind of thing
happens all the time.

It really isn't
a big deal.

It is a big deal.

I ran from the courthouse

in the middle
of that eviction case,

which the judge, he...

he didn't appreciate.

Where is your car?

Around the corner.
(sighs)

(sighs)

Is now a better time?

'Cause I wanted
to give you this.

Wha...
You know, your hunch

was right on
the nose, Nancy.

Just wish you could've clued
us in a little earlier.

Nancy! Nancy!
Thank God!

Nancy, right here.

Hi, Nancy.

(laughter)
Smile!

Thank you.
Bye.

Nancy, what are we
gonna do without you?

It's only for a few
months-- I'll be back.

The image of
your mother.

Do you remember
her at all?

No.
She was such a lovely woman,

so kind and intelligent.

Just like you, Nancy.

(honks horn twice)

Bye, everybody.
Bye-bye.

So long, Nancy!

Shall we all pray for her
safe journey to California?

Sure.

Dear Lord, please
watch over Nancy Drew

and protect her as she
strives to solve mysteries

that are beyond the abilities of
local law enforcement agencies.

(birds chirping)

(sighs)

Dad, I...
I want you to promise--

no more sleuthing, at least
while we're in California.

You go to school,
shopping,

spend some time
with teenagers.

It's what you're
supposed to be doing.

Give it a try.

(birds chirping)

(turns engine off)

You know, I've always picked
cases that help people.

"Others first."
That's right.

But this one... this
is a little different.

If everything goes well,

I could start making
some... real money.

We have enough money, Dad.
Well, I'll be the judge

of that, thank you.
At any rate,

I'm starting something new--
I-I can't be worried about...

(phone rings, Dad groans)

How you doing, John?

Yeah, I'll meet you
at the deposition

as soon as my
train gets in.

(Nancy sighs)

Well, we don't have
an airport out here.

I wish I was kidding.

This is a terrible
development!

What are you gonna do?

You have a mystery to
solve in La-La Land.

I'll figure something out.

(sighs)

I hope.

Ned!

With all the commotion,
I didn't get to give you this.

I needed a new compass.

The old one's wobbly.

Thank you.

In case I'm not with
you on your birthday.

That's so sweet.

I just don't know
if I'll get to use it.

Why?
Well, my dad

let me choose the house
we're gonna live in,

so I chose one with...

With a mystery.

But not just any mystery.

One of the greatest
unsolved cases of all time--

Dehlia Draycott.

The movie actress.
Mm-hmm?

Before your time.

25 years ago,

at the height of her fame,

she disappeared
for five months.

Nobody knew where.

And when she came back,
she threw a giant party.

But she never went downstairs
to greet her guests.

She was found floating
in the pool... dead.

Gee, that sounds
like fun.

I know, right? But I didn't
tell my dad about the house,

and now he's not letting me
do any sleuthing.

I mean, there was
a hostage situation,

so I can kind of see
his point, but, um...

DAD:
Hi, Ned. Bye, Ned.

Got to scoot, Nancy.

Mr. Drew!

Some Pfeffernusse, just in case.
Oh.

And some ginger cupcakes--
your favorite.

You're gonna get hungry
on the train...

GIRL: Nancy! Nancy! Hold on!
Thank you so much.

Bye, guys.
Nancy!

(crying): Bye, Nancy.

Now, you're gonna have
a safe train ride, okay?

I'll miss you.
Don't get hurt.

And please, you have
to keep us in contact.

Um, Ned, don't worry about
that guy from Smallville.

He's not my type.
DAD: Nancy?

You have a type?

(bright rock melody playing)

Chief McGinnis!

I just want to let you know that
I'm not sleuthing anymore. Bye!

Nancy Drew not
sleuthing anymore?

(chuckles):
I don't think so.

(train whistle blows)

* Come to California *

* Baby, let it all hang out *

* Come to California *

* Tell us what it's all about *

* But watch your mind
little bit, 'cause the future *

* Is beginning *

* Now, now *

* Flew in to L.A. *

* Caught a screening
of your lifelong dream *

(man speaks indistinctly
over P.A. system)

* Blew it in L.A. *

* Now you're desperate
to create your own scene *

Oh!
* Watch your mind little bit *

* 'Cause you're headed
into the machine *

* Come to California *

* Come to California *

* Come to California *

* Come to California *

* Come to California *

* Never want to go away *

* Come to California *

* Come to California *

* And watch your mind
little bit *

* 'Cause you're headed
into the machine... *

Hi. This is Carson Drew--
I'm running a little late.

Hey, Dad, don't you think
people who talk on cell phones,

uh, miss things?
Like what?

Like that woman in the street.
(grunts)

(tires screech)
WOMAN (laughs): Oh!

(grunts)

WOMAN:
Uh, uh, Mr. Drew? Nancy?

Yes.

(laughs): Hi. Thank you so much
for not running me over.

I'm Barbara Barbara,
of Barbara Barbara Realty.

You're here.

Oh, I'm gonna get
right out of your way.

(gates rattling)

How do you love it?

Oh! Gorgeous!

(gasps)

(door creaks)
Welcome.

It's not exactly
what I had in mind,

especially given the price.

BARBARA (chuckles):
Well, as I told your daughter

on the phone,
you do pay a premium for m...

(closes piano)
Oh, I am such an oaf.

Um, as you were saying,
you pay a premium for history,

architectural significance.

I mean, Dad,
look at this woodwork.

Yeah, what-what she said.
Who's this?

Dehlia Draycott,
the great film legend.

This was her home.

Didn't your
daughter tell you?

We've, uh, both
been somewhat busy.

(phone ringing)
Oh, excuse me.

Yeah, hello?

Do you know what?

With a little tweaking,
you could be adorable.

Um, thank you?

Yes, you're just a makeover
waiting to happen.

I'm gonna give you
the name of my stylist.

Oh, come on, let's go
upstairs-- I can't wait

to show you.

Did you hear something?

I suddenly got a chill.

(brooding, mysterious
theme playing)

Have a look around if you want.

(gasps)

Don't be afraid.

Please, don't be afraid of me.

I'm here to help you.

You don't understand.
I want to... I want to help you.

(frightened gasps)

(laughing)

I love that.

They fall for it
every time.

That's the projector.

Oh, it's from one
of her old movies.

There are so many booby traps
all over this house.

People get so scared sometimes,
they wet their pants.

(laughing)

(chuckles):
Where's the gift shop?

That's the spirit.

Look, Miss Barbara Barbara,
I know I called

asking for a house
with a mystery,

but, um, things have changed,

and... it's complicated,

but... we're gonna need
a different house.

Honey cheeks, read
the fine print:

no refunds,
no exchanges.

And besides, you know, there's
nothing else available...

in your price range.

(brief chuckle)

I'm just gonna
use the gents,

then I have to run
to that deposition.

Watch this.
(ghostly shrieking)

(Dad gasping, yelling)

(panting)

(laughing)

Something just happened
in the bathroom

which I am at a loss
to explain.

(chuckles): The house
has a haunted theme.

It's like a theme park.

It's so fun, right, Dad?

No.

BARBARA: Oh, did I mention?
There's a strange caretaker.

He lives in an apartment
down the hill.

Uh, what's your name?

Leshing. Let me know if there's
anything I can do for you.

Nancy Drew.
Thank you very much.

Uh, Leshing,

we need to talk
about the lawn.

* *

(crickets chirping)

(distant creaking echoes)

Mm.

Dad?

M-Mr. Leshing?

(distant creaking echoes)

Hmm.

(distant thud)

(chandelier tinkling)

(creaking)

(distant thud)

Someone stole my moccasins
and an important folder.

Mysteries just find
you, don't they?

I'm letting the professionals
handle this one.

I'm on hold with the LAPD.

Oh, calling the police
to solve a crime.

I like it.

It's been 57 minutes.

They must be having
a busy night.

(door creaks)

(snoring)

Yes. I'd like to
report a theft.

I'm sorry!

A favorite pair of
moccasin slippers

and a Pee Chee folder
have been stolen.

Please send an officer over
immediately.

(man on phone laughing)

(beep)

Someone must have told a joke
over at the precinct.

Yeah. That's it.

Because it would be
irresponsible

for a police department
to laugh at a crime.

You're right.

(quietly):
Yeah.

(crickets chirping
outside)

(distant creaking echoes)

Dad?

(phone rings in distance)

Hello?
Leshing, this is Nancy.

I needed to prove
your whereabouts.

Go back to sleep.

(door closes in distance)

(distant footsteps)

Someone's in the house.

How did you get
here so quickly?

If you're accusing me...

(creaking)

The attic.

(creaking)

(footsteps approaching)

How is it possible for
someone to be in the attic

and escape while we're
coming up the stairs?

Is there another
staircase?

No.

Do you believe in ghosts,
Mr. Leshing?

I am a ghost.

(footsteps approaching)

The Four Seasons
isn't haunted.

What do you say?

Dad, you hate hotels.

Spa treatments...

room service...

These books
must have been Dehlia's.

May I borrow some?

If it were up to me,

I wouldn't let anybody
in the house, period,

but you're paying the rent,

so do what you want.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean...

Good night.

I like him.

So...

turns out there's
a mystery here after all.

Dad, that mystery stuff
is so boring to me now.

I've completely moved on.

Mm-hmm.

It was really
just a phase, you know,

like papier-mache or puppets.

It's over, done,
finished, gone forever.

Got it.

(sighs)

WOMAN:
"Z... I'm sorry

"to have vanished like I did.

"I know you have been
looking for me.

"Something important
happened last week.

"I can't be the Dehlia
I was anymore.

"I'm writing a new will.

I need to make provisions
for someone else. D."

D is Dehlia, but who's Z?

Who's the someone else?

No.

I'm not sleuthing.

(chuckles):
No, sirree.

You're just reading a letter
that happens to be

a major clue in
a fantastically famous mystery.

But that means nothing to you.

You're gonna go to bed
and be reasonable, Nancy.

You're going
to a new school tomorrow.

You're gonna make
wonderful friends.

You're a normal teenager.

You really are.

Yeah.

(exhales)

(crickets chirping)

(exhales)

(birds chirping)

(alarm rings)

(pop intro plays)

* Let me ask you, boy *

* Do you think
that I'm pretty? *

* Will it be forever,
or will you up and leave? *

* You're pretty much amazing *

* And you've been there for me *

* Together we're beautiful *

* I want you to stay *

* Hey *

* Come on,
I know what you're thinking... *

Yes?
The quadratic formula.

Negative b plus or minus
the square root of b squared

minus 4ac all over 2a.

* *

* I can tell that
we're gonna be friends *

(exhausted gasping)

* You're pretty much amazing *

* Whoo-hoo *

* You're pretty much amazing *

* You're pretty much amazing *

* Whoo-hoo... *

I only had enough time
for 12 flying buttresses,

but in actuality,
there are 26.

* *

"Then I'll be brief.
Oh, happy, dagger,

Thank you, please.
"here is thy sheath.

Thank you.
There rest and let me die."

(sighs):
The show is Pippin,

and I just wanted your name.

(suppressed laughing)

(laughter)
* I don't ever want it *

* To end *

* You're pretty much amazing *

* Whoo-hoo *

* You're pretty much amazing *

* The way that you are *

* You're pretty much amazing *

* Whoo-hoo *

* You're pretty much amazing *

* While we're driving my car *

* You're pretty much amazing *

* You do it for me *

Hey, baby, how you doing?!

* *

* You're pretty much amazing *

* I like your style *

* You're pretty much
amazing... *

(song fading out)

* You're pretty much amazing *

* Whoo-hoo *

* You're pretty much
amazing... *

Hi.

Hello.

Hi. Uh, I noticed

you were wearing
penny loafers.

Did your podiatrist

suggest them,
or are you being ironic?

I like old-fashioned things.

Oh, we've noticed.

Penny loafers are practical.

Well,

we may be on the brink of a
penny loafer fashion moment.

Or not.

(laughing)
That was awesome.

Give that cupcake back.
Shut up!

(laughing):
Come on.

That's a good cupcake.

NANCY: Principal Fineman,
I feel strongly,

students should be given
a more nutritious alternative

in the cafeteria--
perhaps a salad bar.

A salad bar.
Terrific idea.

Yeah. Hi.
I think the principal

wants to yell at me
or something.

Let's see.

Oh, yes-- there may be
traces of lead paint

in the utility shed
next to the volleyball courts.

But I can't be certain until
the lab report comes back.

Lead paint.

That's bad, right?

Very bad.

But there's no
need to panic.

Finally, I urge you
to offer a course in CPR.

(both snicker)

I noticed it wasn't part
of your curriculum.

I'm certified, and I have
found great peace of mind

knowing I may save
a life someday.

(percussion playing,
cheerleaders shouting)

CHEERLEADERS:
So hot! So hot! So hot...

(cheering, whistling)

(whooping)

(cheering)

(percussion continues,
cheerleaders continue)

CHEERLEADERS: Ching, ching,
ching, ching, ching, ching!

Where's the money?

Cha-ching, where's the money?

(coughing, choking)

Corky! Corky!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

M-My brother's choking!

(blows whistle)

My brother's choking!
Time-out! Time-out!

(Corky choking)
Does anyone know CPR?

Does anyone know CPR?

NANCY:
I do. I know CPR.

Excuse me.

(Corky coughing, choking)

MAN:
Whoa, is he okay?

Don't worry, everything's
gonna be okay.

(loud cough, girl squeals)

GIRL:
Is he breathing?

BOY:
He's moving...

BOY 2: Should we
call an ambulance?

(giggling)

(laughing)

Oh, you idiot!

You were supposed to kiss her,
lip lock-- that was the plan!

(crowd laughing)

* *

(laughter continues)

(acoustic guitar plays intro)

* *

* *

* How *

* Does it feel *

* To treat me *

* Like you do? *

* When you laid your hands
upon me *

* And told me *

* Who you are *

* I thought I was mistaken *

* I thought I heard your words *

(thumping)

(song continues faintly
over earphones)

* *

* *

* *

(door creaks)

I'm looking forward
to the journey,

and I don't care
if a woman unaccompanied

is considered to be shameful.

I... I've done nothing wrong.

My heart is...

MAN:
Yes?

Your heart is...?

DIRECTOR: Cut.
DEHLIA (sighs): Uh...

Sorry.

(indistinct chatter)

DIRECTOR:
And... action.

I'm looking forward
to the journey, and...

I don't care that...
(panting)

I feel sick.

I need to stop.
Cut.

(indistinct chatter)

ASSISTANT:
Quiet, please!

(beeping on film)

(gasps)

What are you doing?

I-I-I'm sorry.

DEHLIA: I'm looking forward
to the journey...

That door was unlocked.

Um, the shutters
had rusted closed,

and the bulbs
were all burnt out.

Well, leave it on.

Well...

I haven't been here
since the night she...

You were here
the night she died?

How long did you work for her?

The year
I got out of the service,

I went to work at the studio.

They sent me over here
to project a film for her,

and she asked me to stay
and take care of her, so I did.

That was 1971.

When she disappeared,
did you know where she was?

No.

She never married,

and she seemed to be
very private,

but there must have been a...

there must have been a man...

someone she loved?

(exhales)

Every man who met her
fell in love with her.

It just couldn't be helped.

I just don't know
if she ever felt love herself.

(quiet, mysterious theme
playing)

(crickets chirping
outside)

* *

* *

* *

Hi.

Yeah, I'm sorry about
the weirdness the other day.

I have to say, my feelings were
a little bruised, but, um,

thank you, Corky.

An apology is the sign
of a gentleman.

Inga wrote me in
to the shenanigans.

She's my sister, but I also
think she might be the Devil.

Also, you know,
I thought if you gave me

mouth-to-mouth,
it would be a fantastic way

for us to get
to know each other.

The truth is,

you're awesome.

By the way,

did you know there's
a mystery to this house?

I know.

I only recently discovered

that movies aren't shot
from beginning to end.

So I took the last movie
she ever made

and reassembled the shots

in the order
they were photographed.

CORKY:
O... kay.

I just noticed
something strange.

The last month before
she disappeared,

she's only shown from here up.

Maybe she was pregnant.

She didn't have any kids--
never married

and no kids.
It's just a hunch.

Also, the photograph
in this magazine

is dated just
after her reappearance.

There's an "X" on her robe.

I believe that insignia will
tell us where she was hiding.

I've called all
the hospitals

and hotels that include
the letter "X" in it,

but, so far, nothing.

(sighs):
I need to talk to someone

who's an expert in clothing.

Oh, and one
more thing.

She's often with this man,
but he's always obscured.

A hand at the edge of a picture,

a silhouette,

even a blur.

I think she called him Z.

I have to find out
who this man is.

I just have to solve this case.

(sighs)

What do you think?

I think the ability to sleuth

is an attractive quality
in a woman.

Mm.

(window bangs)

Hey, don't they have
a costume department

on the set of
every film?

Yeah, but you should know
that movie people

are kind of crazy.

Oh, goodness, how
crazy can they be?

Really crazy.

You're fine.

Oh, I just had a question.

And I'm all out of answers.

You look '50s.

Go to set.

But I was just wondering
if maybe...

Now!

Here we go! Okay,
we're moving.

We're moving, people!
We're on our way!

We are moving!

I, eh... uh...

All right, let's just
shoot the rehearsal.

Has anybody seen
Mr. Fancy Pants?

Right here, you idiot.

(chuckles)

Nickname. I love
a nickname.

Not a nickname, Andy,
it's not a nickname.

You really are an idiot.

Oh, all right,
all right.

I, um, uh...

Okay, we're shooting
the rehearsal!

Excuse me,
sir, no, sir.

No, I...

By the way, it's "action,"

not "begin the acting."

Action.
Locking it up!

Last looks everybody!
Last looks!

Walking away! Walking away!
Quiet, please!

And we're rolling!

Oh, you're cute.

(chuckles):
Thank you.

Okay, you hate crime.

And action!

Hold him right there, boys.

Spider Winetrap.

As I live and breathe.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You have the right
to an attorney.

Excuse me, I'm sorry, but...

What?
I'm sorry.

This just feels inauthentic.

Feels what?
Well, the scene takes place

in the '50s, but you're reading
Miranda to the suspect.

Um, excuse me!

Why in the name
of sweet Christmas

is this tiny person talking?!

Well, reading of Miranda
upon arrest wasn't law

until '63.

Is that right?

The scene is still
delicious either way.

What's your name?

Uh, Nancy Drew.

I'm Bruce.

All right,
I'll tell you what,

why don't you
direct the movie,

Nancy Drew?

(grunts)

(laughter)

Listen, Nancy, would you,
would you consider, you know,

directing this film?

'Cause we can get rid
of this guy in a second.

Is there a law against common
courtesy in Los Angeles?

Courtesy is
so awesome.

I'm really into it.

In my book, courtesy counts.

I'd like to read
that book, Nancy.

It's not an "X";
they're palm trees.

Okay.

What does that mean?

NANCY:
The insignia on her robe.

It's, um...

something "Palms."

Oh, now I get it.

Just kidding,
I don't.

Southern Pines,
California Hot Springs...

Twin Palms Bungalows and Spa.

* *

There was a fire
some 20 years ago

and all the records
were burned.

And on top of that,
I'm afraid

our guest list
is confidential.

Oh.

(sighs)

Where's the closest hospital?

All the children born
in one week, 24 years ago?

Yes.

Well, all the ones
given up for adoption.

See, the birth mother, she may
have left money for the child...

I'm sorry, but those
records are sealed.

Only a court order can
open those records,

and even then, only by a
child seeking a parent.

Are you the child?

No.

But, um, thank you anyway.

Here's a blondie
for your trouble.

(low, indistinct
conversation)

Did... did you make these?

No, Hannah our housekeeper,

back in
River Heights, did.

She sent over a tin.

She's a wonderful baker.

It's so weird-- my mother
made these when I was a kid.

I-I haven't had one in years.

It's so perfectly moist.

Come here.

The county... recommends
a pediatrician

to new adoptive
parents.

The doctor's files
aren't sealed.

This might help.

Thank you.

And you didn't
get that from me.

24 years ago.

Wow.

That is so long ago.

Yes. It would have been a
first appointment-- a newborn.

I know it seems
a little disorgani-zized,

but I know where
everything is.

(laughs)

(whispers):
Oh... Ow...

Right there.

Here it is.

There were two newborns
that week...

No, make that three.

Oh, but, uh, I don't think
I can release any information.

Let me call headquarters.
(phone ringing)

Oh!

Maybe that's them.

Hello.
Hi, Carol, it's Jimmy.

Oh, Jimmy.

Yeah, no, I was looking for it,
and I found it, I found it.

I did find it
and it... Oh.

That's not it,
but it's pink and, uh,

it wasn't, no, it wasn't where
I thought it was going to be,

because it's...
JIMMY: I think it's yellow.

I put it somewhere else.

Yeah, oh, boy.
Oh, boy.

I'm going to have
to call you back.

JIMMY:
Can you get it to me?

I'm going to have
to call you back.

Nice try, squirt.

Nice try.

(into to "Nice Day"
by Persephone's Bee's playing)

* On a nice day *

* On a nice day *

* I don't care what they say *

* I don't care what they say *

* On a nice day *

* On a nice day *

* On a... *

Hello, I'm looking
for Jane Brighton.

Are you Jane Brighton?

Are you Martine Dahlberg?

Yeah. Why?

I was just wondering,
were you adopted?

Are you Susan Thabit?

Uh-huh.

Were you adopted?

Are you Martine Dahlberg?

Yes.

Were you adopted?

Hello, um...

Can I help you?

Sorry, no.

No.

No.

(sighs)

No.
No.

No.
No.

No.

Uh-uh.

No.
No.

Nope.

-No. -No. -No.
-No. -No. -No.

(baby crying in distance)

(knocking)

Hello?

Um, is there
a Jane Brighton here?

(sighs)

That depends on who's asking.

Were you adopted?

Yeah.

Who are you?

You're who I'm looking for.

I am?

Hi.

You're kidding.

Did your parents tell you
that you were adopted?

It wasn't hard to figure out.

I mean, I didn't look
anything like them.

My mother passed away,

and then my father, um...

I had to get away from him.

Uh, I left home early.

Dehlia Draycott!

Wow.

Dehlia may have made
a provision for you.

If we can prove
that you're her daughter,

there may be some money.

Is this some kind of
a practical joke?

Oh, no.

I don't joke.

CORKY:
I get that a lot.

I'm 12, but I skipped
a few grades.

NANCY: Because you were
ahead academically?

Heck no.

There just wasn't any
action in junior high,

so my dad made
a few calls.

Anyway, I was, uh,
wondering if we could do,

like, a dinner thing,
like, Saturday-ish?

Not a date.

Corky, you've been
really nice to me...

I'll show you the sights,
and we'll have a few laughs.

But there's this guy
back in River Heights.

Oh. Ouch. Okay.

Well, you still need to
eat, and it's not a date.

Okay, seeing as how
it's not a date...

(gasps)

(tires screeching)

Go! Go, go, go, go!

They almost hit us.
Hurry!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Hey. Hey!

I wonder who
tried to kill us.

Yeah, I'm wondering
that, too.

In fact, I'm kind of
freaking out about it!

Well...

usually when someone
tries to kill me,

it's because
I'm on to something.

Oh, you have a cut.

There were dealer plates
on the SUV.

I made note of the make,
year and model.

Plus the damage sustained
from hitting the barrier

could help us
identify it, too.

You're just not like
the other girls, Nancy.

(sighs)

(phone rings)

Hello?

MAN: Do not look into
this Dehlia Draycott business.

If you proceed,
you will be harmed.

Oh.
Do you understand?

We're not interested
in mud slide insurance,

but, um, thank you for calling.

Have a nice day.

(phone beeps off)

Whoa, what's this?

I apologize, sir.

Allow me to
introduce myself.

My name is
Nancy Drew.

It's very nice to make
your acquaintance.

I've been trying to
set up an appointment

with your office, but, um...
Posture, eye contact.

Pay attention, people--
that's breeding.

I-I was just
wondering

if I could have five minutes
to discuss something with you.

Anytime at all.

Here's my card.

(chuckles)

Oh.

Thank you.

It's about one of your
clients, a movie star.

(chuckles): All my clients
are movie stars, muffin.

Well, I may have found some
evidence suggesting that...

Astonishing.

Um, it may
imply that...

Absolutely astonishing.

As I was
saying, um...

I'm very disappointed, Senator.

Well, as you know,
you do owe me

a favor or two.

Well, talk to somebody
else on your staff.

Maybe they
can help you.

(knocking)

Jane, are you there?

(locks clicking)

Hi.

I saw the lawyers who represent
the estate today, and...

It's all right,
I don't need any help.

What do you mean?

Don't you want to know if
you're Dehlia's daughter?

Just leave us alone, okay?

You seem like
a really nice person.

I'm sorry.

(lock clicks)

(owl hooting, crickets chirping)

The will is in
the Chinese box.

So there is a will.

* *

(voices playing over laptop)

Miss Draycott
collected chinoiserie.

Last year, the owner sold off
the most valuable pieces,

against my wishes.

Do you remember
the name of the dealer?

You ask a lot
of questions.

Is it this place?

I noticed the ad was circled.

Do they have the box?

Let me tell you
something, young lady.

Everyone who has tried to
piece this thing together

has run into trouble.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

So you should be getting
an early birthday present

"slash" reward thing,
for going along with

my no sleuthing law
in California thing.

Dad, you shouldn't have.

I don't really deserve it.

Yes, you do.

(doorbell ringing)

I know it hasn't
been easy for you,

and this will make me feel
a little less guilty.

What, what is it?

Ah, just walk outside.

Hi.

My sister dropped me off,

and now she won't
go away.

Leave!

My roadster.

Dad, how did you get it here?

Happy almost your birthday.

Ned!

You drove this all the way here?

Uh, yeah, wouldn't fit
in my suitcase.

I've missed this car so much.

And you-- I've missed
the car and you.

Oh, uh, Ned,

Corky, Corky, Ned.

Ned is my...

really good friend

from River Heights.

River Heights,
right.

That's in one of
those flyover states.

Did I interrupt something?

Yes, actually, you did.

CARSON:
Hello? Hello?

Oh, Dad.
CARSON: Nancy?

Thank you so much.

We have to go.

(phone beeps off)

Corky's going on
a date with her?

Whoa.

Nancy weirdo has,
like, two dates.

Oh. That other
one is cute.

I mean, I don't
usually go for

the "just back from slopping
the hogs" type, but...

(chuckles)
he's cute.

("The Delicate Place"
rock intro playing)

* Have you got the answer? *

* Have I yet won the part? *

* Is this just your way
of breaking my heart? *

Hello. Would you like
to order some drinks?

I'll have a glass
of milk, please.

Ah, milk--

how refreshingly wholesome.

I'll have the exact same thing.

Who is this person?

Nancy and I met,
and things just clicked.

We laugh, we talk,
we keep it real.

We're basically
best friends.

It's funny that
she never mentioned you.

Hey, buddy,

she wants your drink order.

Um, can I get
an iced latte?

No latte in
Chinese restaurant, silly.

Yeah, silly.
Excuse me...?

No latte in
the Chinese restaurant.

Don't talk
to me, okay?

NANCY:
All right.

Wow, this is fun, huh?

Um, you know,

Ned and I have known each other
since second grade.

He helped me
solve the mystery

of the missing
chalkboard erasers.

It was a janitor.

Ooh, fantastic!

Oh, my gosh.

How funny.
(chuckles)

Here we are and here you are.

Hi. What's your name?

Ned?

You're not sure?

No.

I mean, yeah,
yes, I'm sure.

Why are you here?
Why are you here?

Why are you here?

Hey, hey, guys,
don't gang up on me.

I'm sensitive.

(door bells jingling)

Hello.

I'm looking for a box.

That is, one in particular.

What kind of box?

Um, Chinese.

Well... you've come
to the right place.

So this is why
you wanted Chinese food.

What are you guys
doing in here?

This is so nonlinear.

Everybody pick a row,
check inside each box.

We're looking for a will.

(kids chattering)

Wait, what's over there?
Hey.

CORKY:
Guys, did you see this box yet?

Nothing there.
Whoa.

No, no, no, don't...
don't touch.

Hey, hey, watch this top.

That is very expensive.

* I'm too insistent
like nobody showed me *

* How to keep relationships *

CORKY:
Did you see this?

It's big.
Put that down.

(playful growling)

(screams)

What? What, you
think you're funny?

Do you think
you're funny?

So not cute.

There is one more.

(quiet, ominous tones playing)

So, Nance...

what's the deal
with you and Ned?

(faint beeping)
Do you hear something?

No, I mean, are you
two, like, a thing?

(beeping)

Um...

Excuse me, I have
to defuse this bomb.

No kidding.

Love is a
battlefield.

(suspenseful theme playing)

* *

* *

* *

(quiet, gentle theme plays)

(car door shuts,
engine starts)

(onlookers shouting)

That's the SUV
that tried to run us down!

The side's damaged.
Come on.

What was that?
Are you okay?

What was that?
NED: Hurry, we're losing them.

Oh, so you meant
literally a bomb.

What was that?
What was that? Are you okay?

(sirens blaring)
Hello?

(tires screeching)

(man shouting in Chinese)

They turned up that street.

CORKY:
Hold on a sec.

I thought we were
driving away from them.

That's the only reason
why I got in the car.

Buckled up?
I'm fine.

(tires screeching)

Buckling up.

Say we actually do
catch up with them,

what happens then?

Seriously.

It really gets my goat when
someone tries to kill me.

It's so rude.

But it only makes me

want to try harder.
Then let the horses run!

We will go the posted
speed limit and no faster.

No!

Everybody in the universe drives
over the speed limit, Nancy.

What Nancy's trying to say is

that the ends do not
justify the means.

Your means will lose them.

It's important
to judge the ends

and judge the means
independently,

in order to do
what's right.

Didn't you promise your father
that you wouldn't sleuth?

(tires screeching,
horns blaring)

Aren't you breaking
that promise?

(sighs)

What are you going to do?

I have to stop working
on this case.

I have to stop and be normal.

(tires screeching)

(horns blaring)

What's this?

Oh, just normal stuff.

Normal teenage stuff.

Okay, carry on.

Ow! He just
pinched me.

Deal with it.

If we're gonna baby-sit him,
we should get paid.

Ned, why is your shirt
all wrinkled?

'Cause my closet's
six inches deep.

That's not possible.

How could...

Show me.

CORKY:
What are you guys doing?

"Hey, Corky,
we're super glad you asked.

Would you like to tag along?"

Seriously.

Ooh, God!

What is going on?!

I just fell down.

But I'm fine.

(knocking)

I still don't know
what's going on.

Whenever you feel like
letting me know.

(knocking)

(hollow thudding)

(latch clicks,
panel creaks)

A secret passageway.

So this is how the intruder's
been getting upstairs.

This is nuts.

Ned, will you
get my flashlight?

It's in my kit.

Wouldn't this be
considered sleuthing?

Who are we kidding?

I can't stop.

Once I find the will
and determine the identity of Z,

I'll tell my father
everything.

He'll understand.

I mean, how else am I
going to help Jane?

It's important.

Don't you think?

Yeah.

(wood creaking)

(clanking)

(creaking)

(chandeliers jingling)

CORKY (distant):
Uh, what was that?

I think we just
had an earthquake.

Hello?

NED:
Nancy!

Are you all right?

Where are you?

I'm in the basement.

Do you see anything?

I found a tunnel,
and I'm going in.

If I'm not back
in ten minutes,

that means
something bad's happened.

(giggles)

I don't think
that was a joke.

(eerie theme playing)

(humming jauntily)

(screaming)

Hi!

A tunnel?

In the laundry room?

What the hell
is that all about?

John Leshing.

He's a tenant in
this building.

Hmm.

He's the caretaker of the
Dehlia Draycott estate.

If anyone knows about
the tunnel, he does.

That man has always
given me the willies.

The drowning kittens type.

You know what I mean?

Hi. These are for you two.

Here you go.

Oh, okay.

These are for you two.

I hope you attend.

(chuckles)

Wow.

I know that she's weird,
but we have to go.

Why?

Ned, my future husband,
is going to be there.

(knocking)

Jane? It's me Nancy.

I was wondering if you and Allie
wanted to come to a party.

(knocking)

Oh, my goodness.

Wow, guys, your streamers
look great.

Let's see yours.

Yeah, yours
are all right.

NANCY:
Downloading's cool...

but nothing sounds
like vinyl.

(Latin dance music playing)

You couldn't be more right
if you tried, Nancy.

(doorbell ringing)

Yeah.

Hi.
Hi.

Hey, I brought
a few friends.

I hope you don't mind,
all right?

Sure.

INGA:
Oh.

I didn't get the memo
about it being a retarded theme.

(Inga chuckles)

Hey, Ned.

Hi.

Oh, can I take your coat?

Okay.

Um, refreshments are
in the dining room.

We'll be having
a taffy pull later, guys.

Oh.

Come on in.

Hi.
Hi.

Hi. Refreshments in
the dining room.

Oh, hello. Hi.

Oh, you look
lovely.

Hmm.

(keypad beeping)

Leshing, come quick.

(phone beeps off)

(hip-hop music playing)

So did you grow up
in River Depths?

Tell me about it.

Is there a river?

River Heights.
Oh!

Uh, yeah,
there's a river.

Oh, oh, I knew that.

I totally knew that.
How did I know that?

(laughs)

Oh, hey, hey.

Oh, you want
to dance, right?

(gasps)

Hi.

Um, I just wanted to ask you

if you knew about
the secret passageway.

I think you got your answer.

Are you Z?

Miss Drew...

I suggest you rejoin your guests
and enjoy the party.

(pop music playing)

Hello.

MAN: I warned you, drop
this Draycott business.

Who is this?

(dial tone)

(phone beeps off)

(phone ringing)

Please, stop calling here.

CARSON:
Nancy?

Oh. Hi, Dad.

Where are you?

I'm going to be even later
to your party than I said.

I'm sorry, honey.

Is everything all right?

Sounds a little crazy there.

Yeah, everything's
totally mellow.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

Hurry home.

(phone beeps off)

Happy birthday, Nancy.

BOY:
Back off, man!

Hey!

(crowd gasping)

(crowd cheering)

Somebody call 911!

You! You know CPR.

Come on, do something!
Trish is choking!

This is not a joke!

Out of the way,
out of the way.

Coming through.

Oh, my God, do
something, do something.

Somebody call 911!

They'll be here in 10 minutes.

Does she have
any food allergies?

Uh, she is insanely
allergic to peanuts,

but she didn't eat anything.

I had a peanut butter cookie,

and we were making out.

Oh, my God.

I need a knife
and a ballpoint pen.

Huh?
Here.

Here you go.

I'd like to remind everybody
that unless you've had

advanced emergency
medical training,

you must never
attempt this on your own.

(crowd gasping, murmuring)

(crowd gasping,
groaning)

Holy crap.

(siren blaring)

You know, I have to admit,

I thought you were some insane
freak idiot person before,

but you're not.

You're pretty terrific.

Anyone can learn emergency
medical procedures.

I'm talking about
how great the party was.

I mean, saving Trish's life
was fantastic also.

Anyways, I'd like to take you

and your little friend Ned
out shopping.

You really do need
a decent outfit.

What happened?

It was a lively party.

Almost everyone
had a good time.

I take it you're
Nancy's father.

That's right.

We responded to a
complaint from a neighbor.

Dad, this is
Sergeant Billings.

No, no, no.

Let me say something.

You had a wild party.

You blew it out
when Dad was MIA,

damage was done,
things went amuck, I get it.

Congratulations.

Getting rowdy is
part of being a normal,

non-sleuthing teenager!

(laughs)

All right, that's a first.

(laughs)

* All I need is the beat *

* To keep this party live *

* All I need is the beat *

* To keep it jumping, yeah *

Hi. Obviously,
someone here

needs a little help
with their look.

Oh, it's not that bad.

Oh, please,
it's a fashion teardown.

You have some nice pieces,

they're just not really
working together.

Me?

I was talking about her.

Oh, sorry.

Wow!

Where did you get that dress?

(gasps)

Um, I made it,

from one of my
mother's patterns.

Oh!

It is just darling.

I love the sincerity.

I have to take your picture.

INGA:
Uh, you know what?

I just remembered how much
I really hate this store.

Excuse me?

(weak laugh)

I wish you could
stay longer.

My mom said if I stayed
past the weekend

that she'd turn my
room into a den.

Really?

Anyway, Nancy,
I just want you to know

that I'm not interested
in that Inga person.

In fact, she scares me.

And that if you like
this Porky guy...

Corky.

...it's all right with me.

Ned, he's 12.

You just seem to really like
having him around.

Ned, can I ask you a question?

Mm-hmm.

Can you tell
when a girl looks at you

and is thinking how much
she likes you and wondering

if you like her but thinking
how important it is

for you to say
how you feel before she says

anything more about
how she feels about you

or anyone else
that you might be jealous of,

because she's already saying
how she feels in her own way?

Can you repeat the question?

Your cab's here.

Sorry to see you go, Ned.

I'll, uh, see you soon.

Bye, Ned.

* *

(melodic beeps)

(knocking)

Jane, are you
all right?

No.

Child Protective Services,
they, um, they took her.

They took Allie.

They said I was
an unfit parent,

but it isn't true.

I didn't do any of the things
that they said.

Come in, come in.

You're always able
to help people.

Well, I can certainly try.

Why don't you come downtown
with me tomorrow morning.

I will.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

CARSON:
Sure.

What's the connection?

How did you two meet?

I'm... Dehlia Draycott's
daughter.

You're what? Wait...

Dad, it's so late.

Jane's tired and so am I.

Let's go over all this
in the morning,

in the promising light
of a new day.

Right.
Have you been sleuthing?

Dad, do you really think
I've been sleuthing?

That's not answering
my question.

You're not answering mine.

Your what?
What?

What?
What?

(groans):
I'm going to bed.

(sighs)

Good night.

Listen, I have
to tell you something.

Right after
you first found me,

someone came
to my apartment-- a man.

He said if I ever
tried to prove

that I was Dehlia's daughter
that I would regret it.

That's why I was afraid
to talk to you that time.

What did he look like?

He was big...

um... dark hair...

scary.

And he had one

pale blue eye
and one very, very dark.

(crickets chirping, owl hooting)

(ominous theme playing)

Someone has filed
grievances against you,

but I don't
know who yet.

But it isn't true;
none of it happened.

How can they just take a kid
away from its mother?

I believe you.

And I think a
judge will, too.

It just takes time.

We'll get her back,
I promise you.

Now... is
there anyone

who might have
something against you?

Dad, look, there's something
I need to tell you.

It has to do with
this whole...

(church bells ringing)
Carson!

Nancy.

After Jane's little revelation,
I found out

who the lawyer
for the estate was,

and I gave
him a call.

He and I are going to talk over
something privately.

Do you have your car?

Down the block.

What are you two, um...?

Dinner, tonight.

I've got a lot of questions,

and I think you just
might have the answers.

(sighs)

Feel like some hot cocoa?

(TV playing softly)

ANNOUNCER: ...Channel presents
the life and death

of Dehlia Draycott.

JANE: It's so weird--
I never used to think

about her at all, and now
it's like I see her everywhere.

(reporters clamoring,
cameras clicking)

(thunder rumbling)

What if I am
an unfit mother?

I mean, I don't know
what I'm doing.

No one ever taught me
what to do.

Jane...

Nancy, I don't think
you understand

what it's like growing up
without a mom.

Actually, my mother died
when I was very young.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

You've been so nice to me.

Sometimes, I-I think
I can remember her,

but I never know
if what I'm remembering

is something I saw
in a picture...

or is just made up.

She's, um...

she's a mystery.

DEHLIA (on TV): Someone in
the village told me that

the will is in
the Chinese box.

Wait a minute.

What are we looking for?

A clue.

DEHLIA (on TV):
It's empty.

You must make the dragon bow.

(lever squeaking)

The will.

I must have fallen asleep
and heard this dialog.

I finally found it.

Dehlia used a clue from
one of her own movies

to show someone
where to find the will.

Now all I have to do
is make the dragon bow.

Okay, you lost me at "dragon."

I'll be back later!

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Louis?

Are you in there?

Hello?

I'm sorry to
interrupt your dinner,

but this means so much
to two of my friends.

It's fine.

(squeaking)

It's the will.

If you want it,
you can have it.

Thank you so much.

"I give all my property
and assets to my daughter,

born July 28, 1981."

I knew it.

(sirens blaring in distance)

(auto-dial beeping)

(line ringing)

Dad.
CARSON: Hi, honey.

I have to talk to you.

What number are
you calling from?

My cell phone--
the one you gave me.

I didn't give you a cell phone.

(beeping quietly)

CARSON:
Honey...?

Dad, I have to get off
this phone.

Everything's fine.

I'll see you tonight.
Nancy...

(tires screech, phone beeps off)

(gasps)

(muffled screams)

(engine revving,
tires screeching)

* *

(light clattering)

* *

* *

* *

(whispering): So they're the
ones who've been breaking in.

* *

(snoring)

(television playing softly)

(board creaks quietly)

MAN (on TV):
They've got to stop.

It's not your fault.

WOMAN (on TV): You do
believe me, don't you?

(creaking)

(creaking)

* *

* *

(loud thump)

Go check on her.

Wait, I want
to see this part.

Kids will love it just
for making chocolate pasta.

* *

(sighs)

(loud thump)

* *

* *

She's not there.

Look again.

She's not there.

(creaking)

(clattering)

Excuse me.
Hey!

Go get her!

Hey!

Hey!

(truck engine accelerating)

She's getting away! Jump!

I don't...
Go! Go get the car!

Idiots!

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(gasps)

(car horns blaring)

(screams)

(tires screeching)

(Nancy grunts)

(SUV speeding off
into distance)

NURSE:
Right there.

(phones ringing,
people conversing)

Hi, Dad.

Are you okay?

What happened?

Just your run-of-the-mill
car accident.

I swerved out
of control

because, um...

because men were chasing me.

I've been working on a case.

Uh, I'm going to
give you two some time.

Thank you.

I started to tell you today.

You could have been killed.

Do you realize that?

I was just trying
to do the right thing.

This is a very dangerous city.

The world is not like
River Heights.

I know.

I mean, I tried to be normal.

I really tried.

I just start working on
something and... I can't stop.

Wonder where you got that from.

I mean, the idea of a girl
out there without her mom...

Dehlia wanted
to leave Jane

the estate,
and I found the will.

Like you always
say, others first.

I just wish you had talked
to me about this.

It'll be okay, Dad.

We'll work it out.

You're my guy.

(scoffs)

(knocking)
Hey, kiddo.

Mr. Biedermeyer.

Uh, your father and I were
going over some business

when we heard.

I hope you're all right.

I'm fine.

Good.

He's offered me
some consulting work,

and I can do it from home,

so we can go back
to River Heights.

(whispering):
And he pays a lot.

Oh.

You know, I couldn't
help but overhear before

about the mystery.

Did you ever
find the will?

I did.
Hmm.

Dehlia used one of
her movies as a clue.

(chuckles):
Oh.

It was hidden in a secret
compartment of a Chinese box.

Nancy always gets
to the bottom of things.

Well, my firm
would certainly be

interested in
seeing that will.

You know, Mr. Biedermeyer wasn't
always just Dehlia's lawyer.

He was her manager,
as well, from the start.

He made her who she was.

Oh.

(chuckles)

Then he brought her account
to his law firm and, uh...

Well, it's time to sign
on the dotted line.

(chuckles)

Eh...

That's, uh,

quite a signature.

It's my middle initial--

for Zachary.

(quietly):
Z...

Hmm?

(flashbulbs popping,
crackling softly)

Where is the will?

Um...

Where is it, honey?
Do you know?

You know, uh,
this is a little awkward.

His firm stands to lose
more than a little income

if the money from the will
really does go to Jane.

(quietly): Dad, we have to
get out of this car now.

Why?

Uh, excuse me, sir,
can you please stop the car?

Nancy!

(tires squealing)
Nancy!

Dad, get away from them!

(jazzy theme playing)

(crickets chirping)

Excuse me, miss?

Oh, hello, honey!

Ah. Uh, the phone's
over there, honey.

Sergeant Billings.

Do you know if a man
named Doshel Biedermeyer

ever rented in this building?

No. No, he owns it.

He owns the house
you're in, too.

He's a very rich man.

(tires screeching)

There she is!

Uh... is there
a back door anywhere?

Yes, honey, right over there.

Tell Sergeant Billings
to send a car to the house.

(jazzy theme playing)

Get her!

Oh! Open up!

(banging on door)
Open up!

Break it down!

Kick it in!

(footsteps echoing)

(gasps)

Where's the will?!

I don't think
I should say.

It's my insurance that
you won't hurt me.

I'll squeeze it out of you.

Tell me something first.

I-I-I'm... I'm-I'm
just really curious.

Mm-hmm?

Why did you kill Dehlia?

(quiet laugh)

After she gave up the baby,
she went kind of crazy.

She was gonna
quit the business

and run off
with that caretaker.

He was the father.

Whatever.

She was my only client.

She was gonna fire me.

I spent 20 years of my life
building up her career.

I got mad; I reacted violently.

I felt kind of bad
about it for a while,

but I'm okay with it now.

Leshing is Jane's father.

Mm-hmm.
Does he know about the baby?

It doesn't matter!
Now, where is the will?

I-It's right here.

(Nancy grunts,
Biedermeyer groans in pain)

(shouts angrily)

(grunting)

Give me...
give me the will!

Give...

(suspenseful theme plays)

(fierce grunt)

(panting)

* *

Ah-ah-ah-ah.
Just do it.

If you shoot me, it'll leave
all sorts of evidence.

(whispers):
Very messy.

(cracks knuckles)

Strangulation... leaves
a traceable handprint.

What do you suggest?

The best way to kill me?

Hmm, let me think
about that. Um...

Enough of this crap.

Put the gun down.

Hey!

(grunts)

NANCY'S VOICE:
I'm just really curious.

Mm-hmm?
Why did you kill Dehlia?

After she gave up the baby,
she went kind of crazy.

She was gonna quit
the business and...

Oh, my God, Nancy!
Nancy!

(Biedermeyer groans)

Nancy!

Oh, my God, you won't
believe what's happening!

Hey, Mr. Biedermeyer!
Inga Weinstein.

I'm in water polo
with Courtney.

(sirens approaching)

Your granddaughter.

(weakly):
Yeah, I remember you.

Hey, Lurch, digging
a hole or something?

Here, okay,

we had to show you this.
Oh, my goodness!

It's called
"The New Sincerity."

INGA: Yeah, once again
I'm on the forefront.

I see something
I think is cute,

I start wearing it,
and in, like,

five seconds,
it's a total trend.

Penny loafer fashion
moment! Ah! (giggles)

Oh, I need to
borrow that coat.

(girls laughing)

Leshing, thank
you so much.

You're welcome... Nancy.

There's something
you should know.

It's about Jane.

She's your daughter.

(girls chatting
in background)

(footsteps approaching)
Uh, uh...

Hey, hey, hey,
you with the shovel.

(chatter continues)

It's him.
Have you seen my father?

A party!
BARBARA: Nancy...

Nancy, darling,
are you okay?

(indistinct chatter)
Oh, good, good.

Oh, hi, honey.
Hi, Mr. Drew.

I was locked in a trunk.

What happened?
Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Okay, let's get him up.

All right,
easy, easy, easy.

Looks like, uh, my new job
might not work out now.

Yeah, maybe not.

So, wh-what
exactly happened?

Dad... do you
really want to know?

Yeah.

Uh...

Do I?

* ...Honor to love you *

* Still I wonder why *
(chuckles)

* It is *

* I don't argue like this *

* With anyone *
I don't know what to say.

* But you *

* We do it all the time *

* Blowing out my mind *

* You got this look
I can't describe *

* You make me feel *

* I'm alive *

* When everything else
is au fait *

* Without a doubt
you're on my side *

* Heaven has been away
too long *

* Can't find the words
to write this song *

* Of your love *

* Still I wonder why... *

Nancy, I... I want you
to know I appreciate

how hard it was...

for you to do
the right thing.

But I'm very proud of you.

* We do it all the time *

* Blowing out my mind *

You know, Barbara Barbara Realty
would be delighted

to continue to rent
this property for you.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Well-well, what are you
gonna do with this place?

I'm gonna to live here
with my kid

and anyone else
who needs a place.

Oh, well, I think
maybe you and I

should talk this
over before you...

Feel free
to leave at any time.

* ...Understand the way it is *

(scoffs)

* It's not a secret anymore *

* 'Cause we've been
through that before *

* From tonight I know *

* That you're the only one *

* I've been confused *

* And in the dark *
JANE: Allie!

* Now I understand *
Allie, come here!

* Yeah, yeah *

* *

* Ooh, ooh, ooh *

* Ooh, ooh, ooh... *

(sighs)

* I wonder why it is *

* I don't argue like this *

* With anyone but you *
(sighs)

There it is,
just like clockwork.

What?

Postpartum depression.

You're sad the
case is over.

That's ridiculous.
I'm glad it all worked out.

You're only happy
when there's trouble.

This I know for sure.

But... that's
who you are,

and it's all right
with me.

Ned, that's so sweet.

* *

(birds chirping)
* Just like *

* A star across my sky *

* Just like an angel
off the page *

* You have appeared
to my life... *

CARSON: Nancy!
Yes?

Phone call--
long distance from Scotland.

Something about
the Loch Ness Monster

and some... missing diamonds.

Another case!

(pop intro plays)

* Love don't come *

* So easily *

* This doesn't have to end *

* In tragedy *

* I have you *

* And you have me *

* We're one and a million *

* Why can't you see? *

* I'm waiting,
waiting for nothing *

* You're leaving,
leaving me hanging *

* When did your heart
go missing? *

* When did
your heart go missing? *

* I treat you like a princess *

* But your life
is just one big mess *

* When did your heart
go missing? *

* When did
your heart go missing? *

* Yeah *

* I meant *

* Every word I said *

* I never was lying *

* When we talked in bed *

* I'm retracing *

* Every step in my head *

* What did I miss back then? *

* I was so, so misled *

* Oh *

* I'm waiting,
waiting for nothing *

* You're leaving,
leaving me hanging *

* When did your heart
go missing? *

* When did
your heart go missing? *

* I treat you like a princess *

* But your life
is just one big mess *

* When did your heart
go missing? *

* When did
your heart go missing? *

* I don't understand *

* How could you *

* Forget *

* What we had? *

* It's so wrong. *

(song ends)

(fast-tempo intro plays)

* Looking out
a dirty old window *

* Down below,
the cars in the city *

* Go rushing by *

* I sit here alone *

* And I wonder why *

* Friday night
and everyone's moving *

* I can feel the heat,
but it's soothing *

* Heading down *

* I search for the beat *

* In this dirty town *

* Downtown,
the young ones are going *

* Downtown, the young ones
are growing *

* We're the kids in America *

* Whoa *

* We're the kids in America *

* Whoa *

* Everybody live
for the music-go-round *

* Bright lights,
the music gets faster *

* Look, boy,
don't check on your watch *

* Not another glance *

* I'm not leaving now, honey *

* Not a chance *

* Hotshot *
* Shot! *

* Give me no problems *

* Much later, baby,
you'll be saying *

* Never mind *

* You know life is cruel *

* Life is never kind *

* Kind hearts
don't make a new story *

* Kind hearts
don't grab any glory *

* We're the kids in America *

* Whoa *

* We're the kids in America *

* Whoa *

* Everybody live
for the music-go-round *

* La, la, la-la, la-la *

* La, la, la-la, la *

* Sing! *

* La, la, la-la, la-la *

* La, la, la-la, la *

* Come closer, honey,
that's better *

* Got to get
a brand-new experience *

* Feeling right *

* Oh, don't try to stop, baby *

* Hold me tight *

* Outside,
a new day is dawning *

* Outside, suburbia's
sprawling everywhere *

* I don't want to go, baby *

* New York
to East California *

* There's a new wave coming,
I warn ya *

* We're the kids in America *

* Whoa *

* We're the kids in America *

* Whoa *

* Everybody live
for the music-go-round *

* La, la, la-la, la-la *

* La, la, la-la, la *

* Sing! *

* La, la, la-la, la-la *

* La, la, la-la, la *

* *

* We're the kids *

* We're the kids *

* We're the kids in America! *

* We're the kids *

* We're the kids *

* We're the kids in America! *

* We're the kids *

* We're the kids *

* We're the kids in America! *

* We're the kids *

* We're the kids *

(fading out):
* We're the kids in America... *