Nancy Drew

Previously on Nancy Drew...

Lucy Sable was crowned Sea Queen in the year 2000.

Disappeared after the celebration, never seen again.

Never had a murder pinned on her, though.

Nancy Drew. She used to

complicate my job.

And for the rest of you,

city girl, ex-con, town screwup...

Once a year, the town gathers

for the bucket ritual.

Get a bucket of seawater, put it outside your door.

Kick it over.

If it's turned to blood, you're marked to die

- in the coming year. - Are they gonna do an autopsy?

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

They're moving the body tonight.

If we had someone,

a forensic chemist, he could perform

the same kind of toxicology test for you.

It-it may not be a full autopsy,

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

Hello, Tiffany.

They're charging you

with burglary and criminal trespass.

This girl detective stuff

isn't cute anymore.

And what are you doing with Ned Nickerson?

Stay away from that kid.

Let's see who Tiffany texted right before she died.

Om...

Om...

You won the blood bucket challenge.

I got punked, okay?

You want help?

That'll help.

Oh, no, not again!

Don't move. I'll get us some coffee.

That's usually my contribution.

Not today.

I'm sure there are plenty of logical explanations

why a mechanic would have two cell phones.

Unfortunately, only one reason why this mystery phone

would show a missed call from me,

- and the final text that Tiffany sent. - _

And my mom's car?

See if we can get this thing running again.

Didn't push the plunger yet.

I should know how strong you take it.

There's only one other caller

logged on that phone, Nick.

Tiffany Hudson.

She sent you a text

right before she died.

You knew her.

Why would you keep that a secret?

I have a record.

You know what happens if the police tie me to her?

The cops I get.

But you kept it a secret from me.

Nancy, I had nothing to do with Tiffany's death. You know that.

Here's what I know:

Tiffany Hudson's testimony put you in jail.

You did two years for manslaughter.

How did you learn that? I...

I saw my dad's file on you.

Somehow, you were in contact with Tiffany.

The last text she sent was about a package

in my mom's car, which you got access to through me.

Were you using me?

No. I would never.

How am I supposed to believe that?

Now's the time, Nick.

If you ever want there to be any trust between us,

show me what you took from my mom's car.

I can't.

It's not for you.

My dad was right about you.

Waited up for you last night.

You don't have to do that anymore.

I'm not a kid.

Where did you sleep?

I was at a friend's house.

Can we be honest with each other?

Sure.

What happened to the bloody dress

that used to be in the attic?

I threw it away.

It was part of an old, dumb joke.

It's not in any of our trash cans. I checked.

The trash got picked up this morning.

Nancy, what are you doing?

Sneaking around, digging through trash cans?

You're about to be arraigned on felony charges

for burglary and trespassing at the morgue.

You need to be putting your best foot forward

with the judge.

Is it possible that you can keep out of trouble

for the next few days?

I'll do my best, counselor.

Anything else you need to relay?

You're right. You're not a kid.

But you're still my kid.

I have a client.

Where's Tiffany's will?

Uh, we had a prenup.

It covered her estate planning.

Um, basically, what was hers was hers,

and what was mine was mine.

But it should all go to me as soon as they confirm

that she died of natural causes.

Are you worried she didn't die of natural causes?

No.

No, what I'm worried about

is how I'm gonna make these payments.

So, can you just

tell me what-what of this I can

touch right now?

Well...

Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

We've met, haven't we?

Ryan, this is my daughter Nancy.

Chief McGinnis told me about you.

He called you the town snoop.

Well, I live here. So I wasn't snooping.

I totally was.

Have a good day at work.

- Yes, sir. - Nice to meet you.

All righty.

Shift started nine minutes ago, Drew.

Got to dock you this time.

George is extra prickly today.

She kicked a blood bucket.

So the curse says she'll be dead inside a year.

- Wait, you saw it? - Yeah.

There's a lot of it. It'll ruin your morning.

Please. George doesn't believe in curses.

- It's the one thing we agree on. - Then she's probably

worried about the nor'easter storm that's coming.

The locals tell tales.

Tales as in fictional stories.

- Yeah, okay. - About...

how the nor'easter blows restless spirits ashore.

Oh, dear.

I'll get it.

You're not afraid to eat here?

Our lab tested all the food from the Claw

the night Tiffany died.

No traces of poison anywhere.

Great. We'll post about it on Yelp.

Karen, why are you really here?

Based on her 911 call, the D.A.'s looking to build a case

out of Tiffany Hudson's death.

Your break-in at the morgue makes you look like

a pretty good suspect,

if your criminal charges stand.

But we have a new suspect.

And I'm betting that you can give us

information that could lead to his arrest.

You want Nick.

He's got a criminal record.

We got the protective order lifted and uncovered a motive.

So when they say

juvenile records are sealed,

guess they don't mean sealed sealed.

I know you didn't kill Tiffany.

If you give me something on Nick,

enough to take the interest off of you,

your criminal charges go away.

You don't want a felony conviction

on your college applications, Nance.

I'll give you till the end of day.

Stay safe, everyone.

Feels like a nor'easter spinning up.

The cops think Nick killed Tiffany?

She said motive.

Something about his juvenile conviction?

Wait, did he do something violent?

Like how violent?

Like assault? Robbery?

Manslaughter?

Did he kill someone?

No, manslaughter's different.

But he did kill someone?

I don't... have all the facts.

He-he never told me what happened.

Okay, we're missing the silver lining here.

If Nick did kill Tiffany,

we're all off the hook as suspects.

- That's a little harsh. - So?

You get a clean slate, all my customers return,

and then Bess can go back to being a carefree rich girl

slumming as a subpar waitress.

Ah. You said I was improving.

Pretty low bar.

What made the cops look at Nick?

- What's with the secrecy? - The cops just tossed my place.

- What? - They had a search warrant.

Said they triangulated recent calls to the burner phone