Nancy Drew

Horseshoe Bay's most infamous Sea Queen

wore her crown for only one night.

People say she still haunts our town,

a town I never thought I'd be stuck in

until life dropped a real mystery into my lap.

Mr. Hudson. Welcome to The Claw.

Can you bring something to my wife? She's outside in the car.

Mrs. Hudson?

We told you all we know.

We're not suspects.

I'm looking at a decent four-pack:

town screwup, ex-con, city girl,

- and Nancy Drew. George,

it's way too soon for this.

I'm not in high school anymore,

and you're not married. Come on.

What are you doing with Ned Nickerson?

Stay away from that kid.

Manslaughter?

"Found guilty after the testimony of

a single key witness: Tiffany Hudson."

What the hell?

Your father is worried about you and so am I.

Not just as a police officer but as a friend.

Is that what you were to my mom?

I tried to record the fireworks,

but all I got was...

Tiffany Hudson, murdered by a ghost.

Why is it always the ones you love most

who have the most to hide?

What's the dress of a girl

who was murdered 20 years ago doing in my attic?

Are you... doing okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Nancy, I am so sorry for keeping things to myself.

I need you to know nothing ever happened

between Karen and me while your mom was still alive.

But then she was here...

I thought I knew my dad,

but if he could lie about Karen,

he could lie about anything.

Including what really happened to Lucy Sable.

... and that's when things started to change between us.

We wanted to tell you.

We just didn't know how.

Is there anything you want to ask me?

Yeah.

Are you the reason she's known as "Dead Lucy"?

Nope.

("WE DON'T HAVE TO DANCE" BY ACTORS PLAYING)

Hello.

What do you mean they want to do an autopsy?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Okay.

Okay.

Yeah, we need to get ahead of this thing.

Now.

_

Nancy Drew. Twice in two days.

Tell me you're here to confess.

May I please see the cold case file on Lucy Sable?

Oh, returning to your favorite pastime

of interfering in my work.

Why the sudden interest in Lucy 20 years after the fact?

Just a concerned citizen.

Chief, that was Judge Fontaine.

He signed the injunction.

Our coroner can't touch the body.

Court's allowing Ryan Hudson to move Tiffany

to the district morgue in New Hampshire.

He says he wants the autopsy handled

by a more qualified expert.

They're picking the body up at 8:00 p.m.

They're railroading your investigation, aren't they?

This is why suspects don't get to hang around

in a police station.

Looks like Lucy will have to wait,

which means the only thing I have to worry about

is the other murder that needs solving,

the one where I'm a suspect.

The only way to clear my name is to find the killer,

who could be closer than I'd like to think.

Ace puts up the slacker front,

but he's smarter than he seems...

I got a big mirror.

... even if he's got a thing for unattainable women.

Bess says she lives in a mansion with her rich aunt,

but if that's true, why is she working here?

George plays the tough girl,

but she's a pro at keeping secrets.

Big secrets.

Like the identity of the older man

she was caught hooking up with junior year.

But none of them has a motive.

- The only one who does - _

- is the one I desperately wish didn't: - _

the guy Tiffany put in jail three years ago

- with her eyewitness testimony. - _

Who I also happen to be sleeping with.

- (GASPS) - Oh, um...

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

- Nick, hi. - I was just wondering

if you'd be my date to the Seawater Ceremony.

That is if they haven't canceled it

'cause of everything that's happened.

No, no, highly implausible.

Ghostly superstitions are a big part of our tourist trade.

It's a whole thing that's happening tonight.

I'll tell you about it later.

Well, in that case, what do you think?

I'll meet you at the beach tonight.

Great.

God, I hope he's innocent.

Well, Tiffany Hudson's not the only dead thing around here.

- I... Too soon. - Is it?

Mm. Don't just stand there, guys.

- Post something on Yelp. - What do you want us to post?

"We promise our waitstaff didn't murder anyone"?

We all know who murdered Tiffany.

Dead Lucy. We have it all on video.

What did the cops say when you showed them?

I didn't show them.

- But... - All they would do is

take my phone away and log it as evidence.

Anyway, kids have been making fake Lucy videos for years.

McGinnis wouldn't believe her.

Well, won't we know more soon?

Aren't they gonna do an autopsy?

I overheard that the Hudson family got a judge to block it.

They're moving the body tonight,

which is exactly what you would do

if you were trying to cover up a murder.

You're looking in the wrong place, Drew.

Ryan Hudson wouldn't kill his wife.

Why is his family trying to hide behind

a special autopsy?

So you can doctor the results.

Hide the truth.

I mean, I'm willing to bet

if they've got a judge in their pocket,

they've got that coroner in New Hampshire, too.

Although...

if we had someone...

say a forensic chemist who owed you for solving

a perfume-related mystery for him in the ninth grade,

he could perform the same kind of toxicology tests for you.

- That's a very specific hypothetical. - Yeah.

I-It may not be a full autopsy,

but it could be enough to figure out how Tiffany died.

All I'd need is some of her blood.

And how are we gonna get some of her blood?

Also, ew.

Stay here.

I got it.

Standard public building break-in.

Been doing them since I was 14.

Hello?

Yeah, I'm going out for coffee,

and then I'll pick the bucket up at the hardware store.

Yeah, I remember. Yeah, and I'll bring it to the beach later.

Pick a lock, steal some blood.

Done by the time he's back.

Except there's no lock to pick.

Guess they use key cards now.

Gonna have to come up with a new plan.

Hello?

Get it together, Drew.

You don't believe in ghosts. Right?

So, it turns out the security system in the morgue is

a little insane, so we're gonna have to try again tonight.

You can't go there at night; the morgue's haunted.

Oh, here we go.

Wait, what... it's haunted?

Yeah. By our old friend, Dead Lucy.

They say she wanders it after dark,

searching for a long-lost body.

About ten years back, some kids snuck in,

trying to see if those stories were true.

- One died... - (EXHALES SHARPLY)

... one disappeared, the other lost his mind.

- Oh, my God. - I know.

I bet that's why the security system's

so souped-up now. Right?

Okay, we're not gonna let a ghost story stop us

from our one chance of gathering this evidence.

So we're gonna work together to break in to the morgue tonight.

Wait, who said we were gonna do anything?