Nancy Drew

Everett.

What have you done?

Nancy!

Nancy! Nancy! Nancy!

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, it was just a nightmare. It's okay.

You're okay. You're okay.

It's okay.

You want to talk about that nightmare?

It's probably just anxiety

over my meeting with Celia this morning.

We're going over

the guest list for Everett's Beat the Rap party.

Maybe she wants to rehearse

how you're going to tell Everett you're his granddaughter.

Unless you've changed your mind about that?

Here we go.

So that's still the plan?

You're giving away entire identity.

No, I'm not.

I'm playing a role.

Nancy Drew will be tucked away inside of me the whole time.

Don't worry.

Well, we tried to link Everett

to extortion and tax evasion, and we almost had him

on conspiracy to murder with the Bonny Scot,

but then Nancy put a stop to that.

Still, we know he's had people killed.

And my contact at the company, Howard the accountant...

he's supposed to be meeting us.

He sent me an encrypted text saying

there's something called "the Black Crown tape"

that shows Everett committing a murder himself.

Yeah, and this-this could be

the straw that takes down the whole house of dominos.

Okay, mixed metaphors aside,

don't you think something smells a little fishy here?

Your contact is over a half an hour late.

And why would someone keep a murder tape?

Well, if it exists, I can think of a few reasons

someone might keep something like that around.

Most of them nasty.

Maybe we should go by Howard's hotel.

He's staying at the Breaker.

Okay. Thank you.

So, everybody...

now that the distractions

have gone, can we please... hi...

focus on the matter at hand...

dating profile pic.

Cute.

I'm really... gonna need some more feedback here, guys.

Unless she wants me to keep pining

for the ghost that lives inside her.

She doesn't. She has enough on her plate already,

what with the dire warning she got from Aunt Mei.

What dire warning?

"Everett and Josiah Hudson."

Everett.

Good morning.

I saw your name on my wife's schedule, so

I'm taking the opportunity to speak with you.

Is Celia running late?

Mm. I wouldn't expect my wife

to keep track of time today.

She gets this way when she's planning one of her parties.

All obligations go out the window

when table settings are on the line.

Well, I should go find her then.

I have a job for you.

Celia is convinced that your...

skills as an investigator could be an asset to our family.

After your performance with the D.A. recanting your testimony,

I'm willing to give you another chance

to demonstrate your loyalty.

You mean you want to test me.

What's the job?

While I was under indictment,

several of my accounts were frozen.

Hmm. I've been forced to clean up

some messes that never should have been made.

And that has revealed some issues

with one of my favorite accountants.

What's the problem?

Numbers not adding up, or...?

Howard has been less than careful

with confidential corporate information.

Someone got in his head,

convinced him to start telling tales out of school.

Howard wouldn't confess to it when I fired him yesterday,

but I need to know who has been talking to him,

and who else, in turn,

Howard has been leaking lies to.

Lies about me and my company.

Why are you asking me?

Don't you have people for this kind of thing?

Since Howard was compromised,

I no longer know who I can trust among my other employees.

I had his phone and computer confiscated.

I can have them delivered to your house.

I'll let you know what I find.

Mr. Driscoll?

It's Amanda from front desk.

Howard?

You try his cell?

No answer.

Huh.

well, there's no "Do Not Disturb"

on the door... maybe it's time to make up his room?

Mm. That's it? You're just gonna ask for, like, a favor?

I'm sorry. I thought that the bribe was implied.

Hmm. Um, all I've got is big bills, so...

That'll do.

His bed's made?

Housekeeping hasn't been in here, right?

Maybe the dude's just tidy.

His bag's over here, but

I don't see a videotape.

Uh, something's

blocking this door.

Aah! Oh, my God!

Okay.

I'm starting to believe that murder videotape of Everett's

does exist.

And someone here really didn't want it found.

Hey, guys.

Oh, my... Okay, um,

I'm gonna call the cops.

Don't touch anything.

Uh, so,

it looks like Howard killed himself.

Yeah, "looks like."

What do you mean?

Window doesn't open all the way,

and the door was blocked from the inside.

Yeah, but a killer could have slipped out.

What, you think someone

made him swallow pills and just fake his suicide?

I think your father has the motive and the means

to make this happen.

: It's Nancy. Oh, no.

No. Um...

Hello?

Hey, is Howard Driscoll your source?

Everett asked me to find out who made Howard turn on him.

Oh, he... he asked you?

Am I... and I crazy or are you on the job for Everett Hudson?

He's testing me. I'm obviously

not gonna tell him anything about you and Ryan.

So, Everett knows

Howard was talking? Yeah.

It's pretty clear that there's a piece of information

Everett is worried about.

He fired Howard for sharing it,

but he doesn't know who Howard shared it with.

Have you been in contact

with Howard recently? Uh,

no, No. No, I haven't connected with him since we...

since we first met.

Um, sorry. I'll-I'll see you later.

Nancy? Okay.

Nancy? There you are.

I am handling a million different things.

So much is riding on this party. Mm.

Oh, God, I made such a mistake with that list.

Can we talk about the guest list in a second?

Everett just asked me... I know.

I know. We... talked.

He said he needed my help.

I don't know what he's after.

We need to be careful.

Now, I have to do an interview,

and then I'm gonna go and confirm the floral arrangements.

Let's talk there.

Okay. Great. The flower shop.

What time?

Was that a 2:00?

Or 3:00?

Okay.

Do you...

want me to clear this away, or...?

I'm not sure.

Celia Hudson asked me to do this preparty puff interview,

but what are the odds I'm being stood up again?

Pretty decent.

But, actually, meanwhile,

while I have you,

you're a slightly judgy outside observer, right?

Can you, um, can you look at this profile with me,

please? No, no, no, it's okay. Look.

I have pottery, okay?

I have a dog and a cat.

Here's me on top of a mountain.

Here's me underneath the water.

But it... Obviously, someone has been cut out

in these photos, right? I mean...

This isn't you. Who is this? I-I don't know.

It's just someone's dating app screaming,

"Look how great my life is.

I am totally whole and undamaged."