All language subtitles for Nancy Drew S02E10 (en)

Thanks for having coffee
with me, Ms. Samuels.

So, do you have the headline
for the society profile yet?

I was thinking
"Ryan It on for Size."

"The Prodigal Hudson
Returns."

Or "The Hudson Also Rises."

I think that Ms. Samuels
has got it covered.

Just... "Ryan" to help.

You're good.

We're big fans.

Especially of your early
investigative work.

Before I sold out and started profiling
the rich and famous?

I just put my foot in my mouth.

Nah. I'm shameless.

Your investigative work
is pretty impressive, too.

Impressive enough
to score an alumni interview

with the Columbia School
of Journalism?

I may or may not
have an application in.

Any advice is welcome.

Looking forward
to life beyond the Bay?

Big fish, small fish shack.
Is that your deal?

No. I wouldn't say that.
This town made me.

I solved my first mystery
at the warehouse down the street.

I taught myself how to read lips
at the ice cream shop.

"Pistachio with sprinkles"
was a tough one.

That's all good stuff.
The interviewers will love that.

And I like how clean
your social media is.

No bikini pics.
Nothing overtly sexual.

You come across
as someone who's wholesome.

You're the kind of girl
people can take seriously.

I have been known
to wear a bikini sometimes.

I don't think that that changes
my accomplishments or my intelligence.

You wanted my advice? Don't give
them any reason to judge you.

Hi, Lily.
How are you?

Excuse me.
Thanks for your advice.

Hey, Lily. I saw that one of the windows
at your shop was boarded up.

Yeah, someone smashed
it last night.

All they took was one bouquet of
flowers. Like, who steals flowers?

That's weird.
Did you call the police?

Yeah. I got
Detective Tamura.

You know, the one with
the bedside manner of a plumber.

Said about two words
and hung up.

If you want,
I can look into it for you.

Sure. If it runs me less
than another window,

I'd be willing to pay you
to find who did it.

Oh, well,
I would be willing to let you.

Okay.

You wrapped that up
pretty quickly.

Yeah. Yeah, it took
an unexpected detour.

Apparently,
in order to succeed in life,

I need to don a nun's habit
and stay chaste.

Well, that's good, right?
'Cause someone's always chasing you?

That's great. Good.
Well done.

Odette better leave this
body as she found it.

Are you taking pictures
of yourself like a rental car?

Yes.

I guarantee you return with the same
number of tattoos and piercings.

Okay.
Well, it's still a good plan.

Okay.

Boys, you are staring.

Odette.

I'm gonna stay here the whole time
you're in control.

Ça va. You stay here.
I'm going out.

No.
I'm keeping an eye on you.

That's George's body.
George's rules.

You're not going anywhere
without a chaperone.

How do you intend
to stop me?

Hi. Nancy wanted me
to tell you that...

You are not George.

-I'll take the girl.
-Pardon?

Bess, ma petite chou, would you squire
me around town this evening?

Can I squire you?

Yes. Yeah, sure.

Formidable.

"Dabla" for me,
too, I guess.

"Petite chou." Hey, did
you just call me a cabbage?

Would you chaperone the chaperone,
just in case something goes wrong?

Yeah. Yeah, I can
watch their date.

-It's not a date.
-No, of course not.

Nancy Drew.
To what do I owe the nuisance?

Detective Tamura.

I hear you're making
some new friends.

Lily the florist came to see me.

The great bouquet heist.
Crime of the century.

-Already on it.
-Care to share any details?

-Why would I do that?
-Because I've got something.

And I thought maybe if you show me
what you've got,

I could show you
what I've got.

The floral case...

may be part of something bigger.

The third odd break-in
this week.

Home goods store.
Monday.

Same M.O. smash-and-grab.

Nothing missing from the till.
Just a set of candles. Next up...

-The jewelry store. Tuesday.
-Seems like a bigger deal.

Except they only took two simple gold
rings, left everything else.

Store cams had no angle.

Your turn.

There was
a dumpster-related dispute

two years ago which led to the baker
and the butcher spying on each other,

so they put cameras
all over the place.

So I asked them
for the footage from last night.

Benefits of being a local.

Who's that?

I think if you're gonna work this beat,
you might want to learn to ask

"What is that?"
instead of "who."

What about that who?

The suspicious parked car
with the male driver?

That is a who I know.

Hi.

Okay.

I thought I smelled bacon.

I keep kosher.

What were you doing
parked on Main at 2:30 a.m.?

I went for a drive.
Find someone else to harass.

How are you? After, you know,
everything with your mom.

-Yeah. I'm fine.
-Okay.

You had to have seen
who smashed up the florist's.

-I had never seen her before.
-Okay.

Oh, looks like we got
a new ghost in town.

Normal burglars don't go walking
around in vintage,

brocaded wedding gowns, Detective.

A wedding gown?

-How do you know what brocade is?
-I have an eye. Here.

Look.

Like I said: ghost burglar.

Welcome to Horseshoe Bay.

I raided my local source for records
of supernatural phenomena.

Typical waitress occurrence.

There was one account in particular
that stood out to me

under "bride, comma, ghost."

There you go.

Brocade bodice.

How does every man
suddenly know what that is?

So, what's your theory?

This bride is back from the dead
and window-shopping?

-That's a...
-Now who's back from the dead?

The cop's son
subscribes to ghost theory, too?

Or are you running
another scam on me?

Whatever do you
mean, "another"?

According to
the old keepers' research,

the dress itself
has supernatural abilities.

The Bridal Gown of Boothbay
tames the wildest of women

by suppressing
their carnal desires.

-Who would want that?
-It was all the rage back in the day.

It's why they invented
graham crackers.

Graham was a preacher who believed
that unbleached flour

kept you from... touching.

Guess that being bound in whalebone
corsets just wasn't enough.

Well, supposedly, the dress

converted women into chaste,
submissive brides

just in time for them
to make it to the altar.

So, where
does the lust go?

Into the dress?

Like... like butterflies in a net?
Apparently, it worked.

Until 1919,
when this last bride wore it.

Who's getting married?

Nobody. The supernatural
detective and the basic one

stumbled on a case that may call
for Bess Marvin, fashion police.

But you have a date.

It's not a date, Ace.

Are we ready to go?

Your chariot awaits.

Yeah. Nick went to meet the contractor
at the historical society

to finish the new
security system,

so I'm gonna teach the new kitchen dude
how to lock up before I go.

Grant, come with me.

-Do any of you actually work here?
-Bridal Gown of Boothbay.

Yeah, I concede
that the dress looks similar,

but would your ghost
leave hairs at the scene?

Sorry, what?
Do you have a hair sample?

And you didn't tell me that?
Why?

Because you're
not an actual cop.

Can we go back
to the police station

and pr... just pretend
for just a little bit?

Ryan, your eyes look so heavy,
like this is some kind of burden.

Ms. Samuels,
how do you think he looks?

-Acceptable.
-We can do better than that.

You know, Val, my father's inner circle
are avid readers.

A few choice words from you
could put me in the room

where all the juicy
schemes go down.

Oh, he is joking, Ms. Samuels.

I can assure you,
we are scheme-free.

Now, I would like to see
Ryan standing instead.

Portrait-length, for the cover.
I like it.

All right.

-Thank you for handling her with such...
-Good humor?

I was gonna say "grace."

-We ready?
-Yes.

That's better.
Shoulders back.

Hey, be careful.
That's not your body!

Oh, this takes me back
to my childhood.

A frozen pond in Chamonix.

Perhaps the world
has not so much changed.

That's nice!

-Bess, come.
-No, I'm good.

-I'm staying here. It's fun.
-Oh, come. Bess, please.

-Oh, gosh.
-Soft knees.

Let yourself relax.
You are so tense.

It's quite fun.

That was fun.

Oui.

One moment.

Ace. Ace.

To help you loosen up.

I shouldn't. And, you know what,
you shouldn't either.

-Oh, Bess.
-So I'll take... that.

Damn it!

The root is still intact on the hair
you recovered from the florist.

Follicular tissue's present.

No signs of degradation.
Likely pulled recently.

Yeah, from a living subject.
Also, it's brown.

Your bride in the old black-and-white
wedding announcement photo

appears blonde.

-Can I make an observation?
-Haven't been able to stop you yet.

I get that you're not...

exactly comfortable
with the ghost business,

but you flinch every time you
mention brides or weddings,

which makes me curious what
your problem is with brides.

Which made me look up
your name, which led me

to a registry and a wedding
announcement, but no wedding.

Why is that?

Relocated to Horseshoe Bay
for a fresh start.

The diamond wasn't the only
thing that went pear-shaped.

I would never
have known.

-Wasn't a wedding announcement.
-She's beautiful.

I saw a picture of her online.

But you're better off
without her.

Probably.

No. I mean the old picture
of your bride.

It wasn't from the newspaper's
wedding announcement.

-She was connected to a homicide.
-Murder case from 1919.

Looks like she was the kind
of girl that "got around."

So they forced her to get married.
Made her put on the dress.

It took away her desire, and...

next thing you know, she went
nuts and killed her husband.

Candles, flowers, rings.

That's the shopping list
for another wedding.

What if it's not a ghost?

What if it's
a living person

under the influence of a haunted dress
which carries the ghostly imprint

of the murder perpetrated
by the last bride who wore it?

Oh, yeah.
That's much easier to accept.

Now, purely hypothetically,
where would one get a haunted dress?

Is that at a werewolf seamstress or...

No. There is a place in town where old
supernatural artifacts are kept.

And there's a...

there's a woman
who works there with brown hair.

Hannah Gruen.

Well, if she's replaying
this history,

we need to find
her before she kills her groom.

Does it say
how the last bride did it?

Fire.

Looking good, Noah.

Just gonna check the settings
and give Hannah a call.

Bess, don't look down.

-What?
-Look at me.

You couldn't do this
in your day, right?

They would have killed me
for just holding your hand.

-They did kill me.
-Why don't we just... drink?

Oui.

Ace, you said Nick was going
to the historical society, right?

Yeah, Nick just called
on the other line.

It sounds like something's up.
I'm gonna merge you in.

Okay, Noah, let's just calm down
and put the torch away.

Nick?
Nick, we're on our way.

Okay, Noah.
Okay.

Okay.
Oh, the door's welded shut.

Noah, it's the dress.
You're under its spell.

Give me back the dress.
I need it.

Oh, she's still under
the influence of the dress.

We have to destroy it.

Noah, you okay?

God, what was that?

I didn't mean
to take the gown.

It just... kept calling to me,
you know?

From the boxes.
Like Jumanji.

Yeah.

There was a security breach
a couple weeks back.

But somehow
you got the gown

before Nick sealed
the boxes back up. How?

Blowtorch. But I'll fix it.
And the windows, too. Free of charge.

Well, maybe we can work out
a community service deal with the judge.

If you get counseling
for substance abuse. All right?

I know you might need a minute
to process what just happened.

No, I've seen people do strange
things when they're high.

I once saw a man
eat his own bicycle.

I guess this is the end
to us joining forces?

It was...

You okay?

Yeah...

Yeah, it... I'm good.

Bess?

What the hell?

Why are we handcuffed
to a bench?

Sleeping one off?

-What happened last night?
-Oh, my God!

What, you don't remember?

I don't remember anything
when I'm not in charge.

Weren't you watching me?
Her?

Yes, yes, I was.

Can I just have a couple of minutes?
My face isn't working yet.

Did you already forget
how to do your job without me?

What?

I'm sorry it's taking
so long, Reverend.

Someone will be with you
as soon as possible.

Couple of the officers let your friends
sleep off a wild night on the bench.

Those are words.

Were you just walking
in slow motion?

-Excuse me?
-God, sorry.

Are you always this hot in here?
Is it always this hot in here?

Your friends are freshening up.
I just gave them toothbrushes.

Yes. A clean mouth
is so...

sanitary.

I'm a huge fan of hygiene,
personally.

So smoldering.

So, you guys are
still together.

What? Oh, no, we're not together.
That would be inappropriate.

Wouldn't it?

Maybe you could come by The Claw later
and get some banana cream pie.

Can you just give me the thing to sign
so I can get out of here?

No, you're not going anywhere.
You are not leaving.

Nancy?

Get me out of here.

Yeah, no, seriously.
Get me away from them.

Okay.

Thank you for your hospitality.

I think that wedding gown
did something to me.

Hey, where have you been?
I've been calling you.

-Yeah. The police took our phones.
-What?

We'll circle back on that later.
Well, are you all right?

Yes, I am okay, but somebody
dosed jelly legs over here.

-How much have you been working out?
-Yeah, he does work out.

I wasn't even in this reality,

and somehow my chaperone's
chaperone needed a chaperone.

It was a triage situation.
Had to make a snap decision.

Right. And it was absolutely
the right one.

There was imminent danger
with the bridal gown and the spell.

Oh, boy.

Can I touch it?

It's so much softer
than I even imagined.

Nancy, it's a net.

-Who's Annette? I'll kill her.
No, the gown.

The gown is a net.
You ripped a hole in it.

Yes. Yes, yes!

And all the lust butterflies
went in my face.

CliffsNotes version, please?

The dress contained the stolen lust
of a century's worth of women,

and when I destroyed the gown,
I released all that lust,

and it got stuck inside me.

God, you are so smart, Ace.
I don't care what anybody says.

Your palms are really sweaty.

Pulse is racing, too.
It's pretty high.

Okay. Being in this state,
it increases blood flow

and raises body heat,
but what does this mean?

Is it making me feel attracted, or is it
intensifying feelings of attraction

that I already had but was repressing
just in the moment that I need

to stay chaste because I want
to keep my clothes on

because I want
to get into college?!

You know what I need.

Yes. This is better.

Okay, guys, there's a notation in here
that says the dress was locked

in the Historical Society
by the Women in White.

Oh, you mean the witchy badasses
who first called to the Aglaeca?

This says they sewed
the dress themselves

on commission
from a wealthy family.

The badass witchy types also dabbled
in female repression.

Not exactly the epitome
of allyship.

Thomas Jefferson
never freed his slaves.

Margaret Sanger started Planned
Parenthood to support eugenics.

And rich people needed their
sexually liberated daughters

to quiet down
and get married.

One of those Women in White
was a Hudson.

The Hudson family archives may have
some details on how the dress was made.

Yeah. We have to find
a way to break this curse.

Nancy, you're gonna be okay.

Oh, I could melt
all of this stuff.

Something is going on
with you.

Come on. Tell me.

I found my brother.

You have a brother?

Wait, hold on.
You lost your brother?

-What?
-No, I've never met him.

He's lived his entire life
in witness protection.

-Since before I was even born.
-What did he witness?

He didn't witness anything.
His mom did.

Right. And his mum
is not your mum?

-No.
-Okay.

No. And I don't think
my mom knows, either.

The U.S. Marshal who ran his mom's
security detail was my dad.

Again, it all happened
before I was even born.

Yeah.

A year ago, I was digging around
for details of my dad's early career

and fell down this rabbit
hole that led to a...

Evidence of a secret affair
with this other woman?

Right, okay. So, then, you hacked
into a federal database

and found out
that you had a brother.

You really are an onion,
aren't you?

Promise I won't
make you cry again.

I shouldn't have let Odette
get you blackout drunk.

Okay. I mean, I wasn't.

I mean, I drank.

I drank real good.

But...

It was with intent.

It seemed
like the best way to...

to evade from the feelings
that I was having.

The feelings
that made you want to make out

with a ghost trapped
in your friend's body?

Yeah. Okay. Yeah, I know
I was looking at George,

but that's not what
I was seeing when I was

looking at her
and feeling these things.

I mean, none of this
is okay, is it?

In what circumstance
would any of this be okay?

Under no circumstances
would this be okay.

Yeah. That's what I thought.

And what are you
so upset about?

Well, for one, I've inherited a hangover
that I didn't even earn.

The headache will fade,
but the anger will last a lifetime.

You don't get it.
People were looking at me,

thinking, "Like mother,
like daughter." Okay?

I've had to pick up Victoria
from that bench so many times,

you could put a plaque on it.

If you can't treat me with respect,
I'm never letting you out again.

Hey! How's she doing?

I'm afraid
of losing control.

We're gonna work on it, okay?

-And we're gonna get better at it.
-Okay.

Is that Nick out there?

Hey, Nick, can I see you?

Please?

Did you get the ancestor stuff
for Nancy?

Yeah. Turns out my Uncle Josiah
was really into the family tree.

Everett kept it all in storage
after he died, so...

Temperance Hudson.

That's, like, Nancy's great-great...
great-aunt times a bunch.

Is Nancy in trouble?

She's okay.
Just a... little boy crazy.

I mean, the instructions for this dress
read more like a recipe.

It's like, "Inlaid mother-of-pearl sewn
throughout the fabric."

Could be the secret ingredient
that contains the lust.

-What are you guys talking about?
-Nothing. To the bait shop.

-Bye.
-Thank you! Bye!

You are fine.
Your brain is not on fire.

You just can't stop thinking
about sex.

Don't think about sex.
Think positive thoughts.

Think about literally
anything else but that.

No sex.

I'm positive
that I want sex.

-Detective Tamura.
-Is Nancy here?

She's not available
at the moment.

I need her to sign
this witness statement.

She raced out of the
police station without...

-You again.
-Can I help you with something?

I'm looking for Nancy.
She said to meet her for pie.

What are you doing here?

Casework.

Okay. Nancy, you're obviously
catching some feelings right now,

but you're, like,
jacked up to a hundred, and...

You done?

I am so sick of you hounding me.

You might have Nancy fooled,
but not me, Bobbsey.

You were probably casing the block
when the break-in happened.

Could you help George, please?

Hold it down, Grant.

Girls, what are you...

Nancy, you don't want
to do this.

You asked me
to keep you away from them!

-What are you doing?
-I changed my mind.

Little help here?
You guys gonna watch her kick me?

Nancy?

Yeah. Let's wrestle.

Okay, no!
I've got her. You've got this.

There is a recipe
in Temperance Hudson's writings.

Might be an antidote.
It's made from crushed nacre.

You're gonna cure her with pearl cream?
You ever seen a horny oyster?

Nancy! Open wide.

Just a little spoonful of this antidote
and then we can let you go.

-But I don't it.
-Come on.

-I don't want...
-Just a little bit.

That's good.

Yeah? Is it working?

-Kinda.
-Yeah?

Yeah, actually,
I feel fine.

Yeah.

-She's lying.
-Get off...

Take a step back.

Take off that badge.
Let's see what's up.

Better idea: why don't you both
get out of my restaurant.

Please.

No. You, you go out
the back. Okay?

Go out the back.
Right.

-I'm gonna be sick.
-Ace, get her a bucket now.

-Anything bucket-like will do.
-No, I'm gonna be sick right now!

George, I am serious!
Nancy!

Stop.

Hey. Is she okay?

Still Handsy Drew,
but we gave her the antidote.

I mean, come on. It might take
a minute to kick in.

We probably didn't poison her.

Nancy?

-Nancy.
-Detective.

I thought...

-I came here looking for you.
-Here I am.

I feel awkward saying this, but...

I liked working
on the case together.

Our brains are so compatible,
right?

Thought you hated me.

I don't think we should let
the fact that we hate each other

get in the way
of doing what we really want.

I wasn't suggesting
that we do anything.

Neither was I.

Because we shouldn't.
To be clear.

You okay?
What was that?

I think it's leaving me.

So that's good.

Yeah, I got to say, I'm kinda
disappointed in my ancestor,

Temperance Hudson.

And then again, I'm kind of disappointed
in women nowadays in general.

-Val Samuels really got in your head.
-I don't know.

She thought she was complimenting me
by being reserved online.

I guess I just don't really understand
why somebody should be complimented

for buttoning up their sexuality
in the first place.

Okay, you really want
to solve thousands of years

of self-inflicted, self-sabotaging

woman-on-woman repression
tonight?

Probably not.

Perhaps... we should end
the night by saying,

Nancy, you are a brilliant detective,
chaste or unchaste.

Yeah. Thumbs-up emoji.

-What are you doing?
-I don't know.

It's more than a thumbs-up.
Come here.

Hey, after everything that
you have been through today,

what the hell are
a couple of bikini pics?

Seriously.

She's right.

Can I tell you something?

After I stopped fighting against
the spell and analyzing it,

it felt so liberating
to just feel desire.

Yeah, well, you are big
on the thinking.

You know, I never thought
I'd see the day

where Nancy Drew is chasing
after every guy in her path.

Okay, that was
the whammy working.

I do not want every guy.

I mean, it's okay
if you want one... or two.

Bess.

Hi.

My brother's in town.
He sent me a pin.

He wants me to meet him
at the cannery.

Right, you want me
to come with you

and then ditch you when
you really need me.

Still juicing that lemon?
That was the last squeeze.

To what do I owe the...

Hi.

I wanted to clear the air.

Yeah, me, too.

You asked me a question
that I didn't answer.

About why my engagement
was broken off.

Passive voice.

Sounds like it was not...
not your decision?

No.

She didn't like what I do.

She had no interest
in the things that we...

that you and I share a passion for.

You're a great detective.

Well, I also respect
your skills.

And the next case, I won't push back
so hard on your theories.

Your skepticism provides
a balance. It works.

You said "next case,"
so I'm gonna hold you to that.

Dad.

It has been a crazy day.

Your profile in the Continental
contained everything we wanted

and nothing we didn't.

-Thank you.
-My pleasure.

It was refreshing getting back
to my investigative roots.

You mentioned you wanted
to discuss a follow-up to the article.

You'll have to forgive
my bluntness,

but it sounded like you were
proposing a transaction.

Only if you want me to
stay quiet, Mrs. Hudson.

You were right.
Ryan is hiding something.

Nancy Drew is your
granddaughter.

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