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Previously on Nancy Drew...
You had every opportunity to tell me the truth
that Ryan Hudson is my biological father?
Oh, my God. All we knew
was what Lucy told us.
Hey. You left this in my car.
Is this you?
This is a picture of Lucy as a baby.
Why do you look like twins?
Lucy wanted me to find out
that she had her baby before she died,
and that the baby survived.
I survived.
I'll sleep
in my office loft.
I'll give you that space you want.
My friends and I did this ritual
to call to this sea spirit.
And it worked. The-the Aglaeca answered my call,
but the problem is,
I couldn't hold up my end of the bargain.
And now we've triggered this, uh, curse.
I used to go looking in the dark to find the truth.
I was Nancy Drew, girl detective of Horseshoe Bay,
solver of everyone else's mysteries.
Then I learned that I was the biggest mystery all along.
Everything I thought I knew about my life had been a lie.
I have no idea who I am anymore.
And now I may never get the chance to figure it out.
Because a vengeful sea spirit called the Aglaeca
is about to kill me and my friends.
I burned alive at the Marvin Estate.
Hanged from a meat hook right here.
Drowned in my truck.
I drowned, too.
I fell from the bluffs.
Just like my mother.
Maybe these
are visions of what could potentially happen,
you know, not actually our future.
Like, a-a proposed death.
Like a serving suggestion on a waffle box.
You can't actually... Or maybe our time is running out
and we're all gonna die.
Nobody is dying.
And spiraling out of fear is not useful right now.
We may know how the Aglaeca wants to kill us,
but we don't know when.
We need a plan.
Oh, I know.
We destroy the implements of each other's demise.
Like, I can get rid of Nick's truck.
Hey, I kind of love that truck.
We're gonna drown inside it.
Oh, okay, okay.
Bess, lose-lose my truck.
Um, I'll get rid of the meat hooks in the cooler
and anything else that looks impale-y.
I'll try to render Bess nonflammable.
Detective Tamura.
Nancy Drew?
Up for debate, but sure.
Gonna need you to come with me.
Why? 20 minutes ago,
we got an incident report from the edge of Gorham Woods.
Some girl came running out of the forest,
got sideswiped by park rangers.
She'd been attacked
prior to that.
No I.D., no phone.
Before she lost consciousness, she said your name.
Nancy Drew.
Just when I thought I had enough problems for one night.
Totally happy to help you identify your Jane Doe,
but I have something very urgent to get back to.
More urgent than being a suspect in a comatose girl's assault?
You have four eyewitnesses
to verify my whereabouts this evening.
I hoped you'd have something to contribute besides attitude.
Wait there.
Parental warning. Six o'clock.
I cannot deal with Carson right now.
I'll cover you.
Drew.
Go.
Hey, Mr. Drew.
George. Hey.
Is everything okay? Yeah.
No. I mean, I-it's nothing.
I just thought I had appendicitis, but it turns out
it was just bad fried clams from The Claw.
Oof. Yeah, I've had that exact same experience.
A couple of times.
You might want to look into changing vendors.
Good tip. Smart. Thanks.
Yep.
I got a new client in the ER.
Congrats. Are you... you're representing doctors now?
Uh, not exactly.
Okay, well, really cool.
That's awesome, Mr. D. I got to go.
Bye.Bye.
Hey, George. How's Nancy doing?
I moved out yesterday, so I haven't seen her.
Um, she's totally fine.
Yeah, no. She-She's staying out of trouble.
Bye.Bye.
I've never seen her before.
Yet she clearly knew you.
I'm known for solving cases around town.
Maybe she needed my help with something.
Right. The Hero of Horseshoe Bay.
Great fan site, by the way.
Well, thank you.
Did you notice the, uh, numbers on her hand?
No. I'm an incredibly unobservant detective.
They mean anything to you?
No.All right.
We're done here.
You know, it is weird, though, that she was seen
running out of Gorham Woods on a full moon.
I mean, you know what they say.
What do they say?
Just that the woods are haunted by the Gorham Wraith.
It's a phantom that rises with the full moon,
and feeds on the fear of those lost in the woods.
It draws you deeper and deeper in
until you can't find your way out.
It's the last anybody ever hears from you.
Cute.
You can go now.
I just...
I hope she wakes up soon...
gives you the answers you're looking for.
Well, let's hope her answers corroborate yours.
Hey. Carson's gone.
How's Jane Doe?
She is still unconscious, but she's got a great handshake.
That is "Aglaeca" hidden in the code written on her hand.
How do you have the bandwidth for another mystery right now?
Because I think that Jane Doe's mystery
has something to do with ours.
Thanks for making sure I don't die in there
with my bloodied, writhing body hanging
in what was once my happy place.
Hey, Nancy was right.
Spiraling about fear won't get us anywhere.
She was just saying that for morale.
I don't think she believes it herself.
It's not like you to have doubts
about Nancy.
You were ready to drink poison for her.
I knew that was water. This is not water.
This is a death curse which we only caught
because we helped Nancy call to the Aglaeca.
Well, if you blame Nancy,
why are you hacking for her right now?
Enlightened self-preservation.
Code might be Aglaeca-related.
Whoa, where is that coming from?
I believe that's Aglaeca for "don't mess with me."
Did you find anything from the code?
Uh, yeah.
Led to an anonymizing browser and an encrypted outbox,
which...
I just cracked.
And it contained a single
outgoing message
directed to you, Nancy.
"Nancy Drew, I have a mirror
that can be used against the Aglaeca.
Be at the old hatchery barn outside Gorham Woods
at 1:00 a.m. Bring the cash."
What cash?
Wait, someone wants to sell us
an Aglaeca-fighting mirror?
Someone and her partner.
Look, that's a man's hand in the photo.
Hey, 1:00 a.m. was 30 minutes ago.
He could still be there.
Maybe he waited. GEORGE: Hold up.
Before we go galloping off into the Gorham Woods
on a full moon, how do we know
that this mirror can help us fight the Aglaeca?
Yeah, and how did Jane Doe and her MIA partner
know we even needed help?
I give you a tweet
from @NancyDrewNews.
"Nancy needs your help.
Cash reward for any leads related to the fearsome Aglaeca.
I did not post that.
I sure as hell didn't.
And I'm not on social media.
Guess who is.
Okay, yeah, I sent out an SOS.
You Twitter-sourced our death premonitions,
and you offered a reward.
Okay, you know when you have a vision
of yourself as a crème brûlée,
it's-it's a good time to try things.
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