Nancy Drew

Hey.

No.

Whatever you're into,

I don't care.

You can't be here.

Who let you in? Nancy still has her keycard.

You know, I'm so sorry, you guys,

I really thought that Connor would want our help

figuring out if our murderer

was a human or a supernatural baddie.

Yeah, like the supernatural entity

that came after his son last month.

Yeah.

And we brought bagels.

Two dead guys,

both with iceboxes where their hearts used to be.

One found on Nancy's car, one found at Nancy's carnival.

I vote Temperance.

Obviously, she's dangerous,

and the timing of her Horseshoe Bay Homecoming is fishy,

but for her to show up

and then immediately start leaving me bodies--

I feel like she'd be a little more strategic than that. I mean, this town

is infested with all kinds of supernatural menaces.

We shouldn't rule anything out.

There's also a chance the killer could be

of the human variety.

Yeah. Serial killers have been known

to put body parts in freezers.

Okay, I got to get to the station.

Bess, George, why don't you guys look into if there's been

a history of supernatural freezings in Horseshoe Bay.

Nick, Ace, watch the autopsy,

follow the human serial killer angle.

I work alone.

Honey,

we saved your son from a lamia.

Hi. Hi.

I brought some bagels.

Well, thank you, but...

I would love it if you laid low for a minute.

There's a serial killer out there

who has some kind of twisted fascination with you,

so forgive me for being cautious.

I'm gonna be at the police station,

starting my duties as community liaison.

Kind of the safest gig in town.

A-Aren't they still holding your car as evidence?

Yes. But no one has impounded my feet yet.

I'm walking.

Nancy.

Or you can drive me.

Okay? Be right back.

You know, when I was growing up,

the tighter my parents tried to grasp onto me,

the harder I tried to slip through their fingers.

I think I know how to parent Nancy.

Sure you do-- that's why there's bagels.

I used to pull this trick all the time

when I partied all night.

Bagel doesn't fall far from the tree.

Hi, Joyce.

It's my first day as community liaison.

Can you please escort me to my office?

Uh, we set it up for you. It's...

Does the community liaison not get a chair?

Don't worry. I'm gonna make...

I'm gonna make one.

Matthew Burke, from the corn maze.

His chest cavity was frozen solid and scooped clean.

Not a trace of his heart remains.

Dustin Yates' cavity is...

messy, burnt.

Little bits of frozen heart tissue hanging in place

like, uh, tiny streamers

the day after a New Year's party.

Well, if the first kill was clean,

why would the second one be sloppy?

The killer is experimenting?

Or becoming more erratic, possibly more violent.

If we can figure out

what the killer used to freeze Dustin's heart,

maybe we can track them using recent purchases.

Sounds like an excellent new hobby for you.

Yeah, do that far from here.

It's like the sparkles are dancing.

Okay, it is a rock

and piece of metal that in no way defines my worth.

All right?

I mean,

obviously I love it. Mm.

I just don't want them to mistake jewelry for identity.

Oh, yeah, I know, I know.

But this piece of rock and metal

looks damn good on your finger.

I need you to forge

Victoria's signature again for school.

Behavioral issues?

No, no, no, Charlie, I'm not signing this

until you tell me what's going on.

Yeah. Did you see the new BTS clip?

Oh, my God, look at that. Are you kidding me?

Um, nothing about frozen hearts.

When does Hannah get back from her research trip?

She said it was open-ended,

which is why she's letting me mind the historical society

while she's away. Yeah, I...

haven't found anything on hearts, either.

But there is all this stuff about my ancestor Martha Marvin.

She was an original Woman in White,

and she had all these occult tools

to enhance her skills. Look.

It's so crazy.

They were so powerful for so long,

and then they just folded.

Probably for the best.

They, like, totally dabbled in anti-feminist repression.

Yeah.

George, where's your ring?

Half of these messages are about stray cats

or property line disputes.

You're sidelining me.

Technically,

you don't work for me.

I'm just here to track and profile the killer.

I'm giving you an avenue to be of assistance, safely.

Because this killer is an attention-seeking sadist,

and their decision to leave a body on your car

indicates that they're desperate for your attention.

If you give it to them by pursuing them openly,

they will believe that you two

are in a dialogue-- one that ends up with you getting hurt,

or worse. All the more reason for me to find out

who they are and stop them.

Hi. I was told to come here if I had tips

about the recent murders.

Temperance.

Oh, you already know

the community liaison. Nancy...

could you handle?

Mm.

Okay, I work here now, so I don't have time

for tarot card readings or blood-bathing rituals,

and I highly doubt you have an actual tip.

You're right.

It's better than a tip.

I have a way to solve these murders.

So, what's in it for you?

This was my town long before it was yours.

I want peace returned just as much as you.

And with innocents dying and a threatening man

coming into my home trying to hurt you,

I feel compelled to step in. You know, your rescue the other night

was impeccably timed-- it was almost like you knew

I was in danger. Can't I have a vested interest

in the well-being of... my youngest relative? Oh,

you mean your blood bank that you used

to restore your youth?

Tomayto, tomahto.

Honestly, you very much remind me

of someone I once failed to save.

Set aside your hostility.

You need my help.

Mm. I saw the three- fingered man

the night of your friends' engagement.

How do you know about the suspect?

I overheard those college boys yammering on

about their story.

The one about a menacing man following them

the day of their friend's murder.

You might have seen him, too.

Oh, before he left the crime scene? Yes.

Our recollections may be incomplete on their own,

but... I have something at my home

that could serve as a memory aid.

Or perhaps we should simply wait

until more innocent hearts are ripped from chests.

Who knows-- maybe the next ones could be our own.

All right, Fan clan,

mission today is find my ring

and keep Nick away from me until we do.

I refuse to see the look on his face

if he finds out I lost it-- it'll absolutely kill him.

Oh, God, Nick's here!

I'll distract him.

Go! Go!

Hi!

Hi. What's all this? Hey.

Oh. Oh, yeah, we're gonna test ways

the killer could have frozen Dustin's heart

using pig hearts that Ace got

from Frank the butcher. Ew. Um, okay,

well, we have customers in today

and we don't want to scare them, so why don't you go

through the back door.

Yeah, good idea. Yeah.

Ace!

: Whoa. Hey.

Sorry, didn't... I didn't mean to startle you.

I was hoping to ask a favor. Mr. Bobbsey,