Nancy Drew

Lucy Sable once was able

to look upon the sea.

But someone got her in the water.

Now that's

where she'll always be.

Horseshoe Bay's most infamous Sea Queen

wore her crown for only one night.

Count to five, enjoy the view.

Hope the killer doesn't get you!

People say she still haunts our town.

One, two.

Three, four, five.

You'll never get out of here alive!

You're our Sea Queen, Nancy Drew.

Seriously, guys?

Yeah, put it on there.Yeah. You have to put it on the gravestone,

or else it's not official.

Come on.

Now you're one of them.

Ooh! You are now.

All hail the Sea Queen.Yeah.

All hail the Sea Queen.

I totally got you.

Hey, you all right?

Look like you saw a ghost.

But I don't believe in ghosts.

I believe in looking for the truth.

Hey, where are you going?

My parents called it curiosity.

Said I was just born that way.

But I know that's not the whole story.

It's just a dream, sweetheart. Here, take Mommy's flashlight.

It wasn't a dream.

But what was it?

After that night, I began to chase the shadows.

And Horseshoe Bay had a lot of them.

Rose?!

Rose? Rose?

Rose?

Want every vehicle cleared!

When a local child went missing,

the whole town went looking,

but I'm the one who saved her.

I found Rose Turnbull behind a hidden staircase.

I ended up getting grounded, but it didn't matter.

I was hooked.

Mysteries were everywhere, and I loved solving them.

It was more than just a hobby.

It was part of who I was.

We'll get a second opinion in Boston.

Dad? Mom, what's wrong?

Mom?

But then life dropped a real mystery into my lap.

One that couldn't be solved.

I don't go searching in the dark anymore.

Not after the darkness found me.

His name is Ned Nickerson,

but he goes by Nick,

which is definitely the right call.

No offense to all the Neds out there.

All I know is that when I'm with him,

I don't think of anything else,

and that's a good thing.

Sorry. I, uh, never do this.

Huh. You say that every time.

Also never thought I'd be wearing this.

I'm not exactly where I thought I'd be, either.

And that would be freshman tailback

for University of Florida,

which is where I'm from, if you're curious.

You don't ask a lot of questions, do you?

What can I say?

Girls love mystery.

You have a customer!

Hard to believe that was me a year ago.

Or maybe what's harder to believe

is, this is me now.

Hey, Nancy. Hey, guys.

At least until this time next year.

Ooh, look who's late.

Getting to be a habit.Sorry.

As I'm sure you're aware, this isn't high school.

You work for me now.

Super aware, George.

100% total awareness

every time you bring it up.

George Fan, manager.

Former high school classmate, major holder of grudges.

One of which is apparently against me. GEORGE: Drew!

Clam chowder, table eight. Gosh...

I'll tell you about it some other time.

Hey, what happened to all the crackers?

My bad.

Ace. No last name that I know of.

It's part of his whole "Zen and the Art of Dishwashing."

But at least he doesn't judge me

for tanking my grades last year

and bailing on the college applications.

Or maybe he forgot I told him about that

during one of his smoke breaks.

This is your salad fork,

and this is your fork for your main course.

Can I interest you in an amuse-bouche?

I told you, they get one fork.

And keep your bouche shut. It amuses no one.

Bess Marvin. Not from around here.

As if the Cartier watch and Chanel flats

didn't give it away.

Taking a gap year from life in the city,

crashing with her rich aunt in a mansion by the bluffs...

Ay-ay.

And not a natural at the hospitality game.

What's that for?

I'm recording the fireworks.

It's the, uh... it's the first year

since I was little that my family

hasn't been able to watch them together.

And this way you can when you get off work.

That is so sweet.

Um, actually...

Oh, my God.

Sorry, we're closing early today for the parade.

Um, we could stay open a little longer.

Mr. Hudson.

Welcome to The Claw.

I don't believe that you've been in here before.

Thank you. We need a, uh, quiet table

for a private conversation.

Of course. Right this way.

Gentlemen.

: Bess, do the fork thing.

Ryan Hudson, heir to his family's business empire,

carrying on their tradition of summering in Horseshoe Bay.

And, uh, can you bring something to my wife?

She's outside in the car.

Oh, your wife is here?

Yeah. Uh, and make sure it doesn't have a bun...

um, salt, sauce.

Basically anything that makes it taste remotely good.

Got it.

This is your salad fork,

and this is your fork for your main course.

Wife needs food. I need a minute.

Little help, please.

Since when does George need help with anything?

This place isn't the Hamptons.

No, it's not the Vineyard, it's...

Do you remember that town in Jaws?

Yeah, it's like that, but with no shark.

At least the shark made things exciting.

I got to go.

Is this okay?

Can you bring me a glass of white?

Crisp and mineral-y, no oak.

I know just the vintage.Yeah.

Please tell me this isn't the last box. Sorry, I was thirsty.

I will go check the storeroom.

I'm growing on her.

Like a fungus, Ace.

It wasn't me.

Pull out your phone.

As I was saying...

I'll be right back.

The whole marina's out.

Mrs. Hudson?

Hello?

Mrs. Hudson?

Oh, my God.

Help!

Someone?

Help!

- Nancy? What happened?

You okay?

Whoa.

She's dead.

So, what do you five have to say?

I'd ask you to check the cameras in the storeroom,

because I'd totally be on there, time stamped,

looking for wine.

But we don't have any cameras in the storeroom.