Nancy Drew

Wow.

I missed you.

Nick.

Either Dead Lucy really wants me

to check out what's in here

or she's got some pretty strong opinions

about my love life.

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- Mom was Lucy Sable's guidance counselor? - _

Dad.

Hey, you.

It's so good to see you.

Yeah, you, too.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm okay.

We're gonna get you out of here. It's just, uh...

All that stuff that I wrote in my journal, it was just...

They-they were just theories, and they were wrong.

And I am gonna fix this.

- Hey. - I promise you, I will fix it, because...

Hey, hey. Can we just...

Can we take a minute?

I'm happy you're here.

How are you?

You look tired.

I found a box of Mom's old files

underneath the staircase.

She was a guidance counselor at Keene High?

She never told me that.

Old history, I guess.

It was while she was getting her master's.

She had a folder for Lucy Sable.

But it was empty.

Do you know why?

No.

I don't.

Your mom was meticulous with her files.

It's just I think that whatever was supposed to be

in that folder could lead us to Lucy's real killer.

Maybe there was something

incriminating in Lucy's transcript.

Something that the Hudsons wanted gone. Is there any chance

that they could've gotten access to Mom's stuff?

Your mom and I shared a home office.

Everett came to see me there occasionally.

- Maybe he took it. - If he did,

he would've destroyed it.

I don't want you getting involved.

Okay.

Then you get involved.

Fight this. Tell the cops

that it was the Hudsons who sent you to the cliffs

the night Lucy died.

I can't prove that.

It would be their word against mine,

and my prints are on the knife.

You know that they could've paid somebody

- to plant your prints. - Or maybe

I did stumble across the knife that night, and I just...

- I forgot about it in all the confusion. - Dad,

stop second-guessing your memory.

We have to find the person that actually did do this

so that we can get you out of here.

Please.

Let this go.

You know me better than that.

Hey, Owen.

Uh, give me a call back.

I'm working on this "two birds, one stone" thing

with my dad,

and, also, I was thinking of you.

Glad I'm not the only one who was running late.

I didn't see Ace's car in the parking lot, either.

He's fishing with his dad, and George is in a meeting.

So we have a minute, which is good,

because I need to clear my throat chakra.

Some sort of disturbance in the Force?

No, Owen called.

I'm having lunch with Aunt Diana today.

Going full Marvin. Congratulations.

I know.

It's exactly how I manifested it.

Unless I totally blow it.

I-I could totally blow it.

- I-I... - Aren't you in by virtue of DNA?

No. Genetics gets you through the door.

It's not like we were doing well

before the rich lady was murdered.

All right, well, have you seen the sales

from the last two weeks?

It's a Band-Aid on a fire hydrant.

Dawn, I can fix this.

I'm putting The Bayside Claw on the market.

What?

You're still working at J. Dodd's and living there?

Yeah. I like the commute.

Mm-hmm. Well, you got your GED.

You got options.

And here's the good news.

This is the last time you're gonna have to hear me say that.

We have reached

the end of our court-ordered counseling sessions.

After today, you're on your own.

So...

What is it you want?

What if... I don't know, Keenan?

Well, I hear Florida's nice.

No. I'm not ready to face my family yet.

My parents are teachers,

and my cousins are in med school.

And I'm the guy

who spent two years in prison.

If you don't quit looking in the rearview mirror,

you'll never change that.

What...

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Wait, seriously?

We'll be waterfront condos by then.

Mr. Hudson, you need to help my father.

I have no idea what you're talking about,

though I admire your allergy to pleasantries.

My father's in jail because of the money you wired him

to clean up Lucy Sable's murder.

Never hired Carson to clean up a crime scene.

You and I both know he didn't do it.

You have the leverage to get him out of there.

A phone call to a judge

or the state police is all it would take.

Perhaps.

You want something in return.

Owen Marvin thinks I had something to do

with his Uncle Sebastian's death on the Bonny Scot.

He's spreading rumors

that some artifacts from the ship have resurfaced.

But since the Bonny Scot's cargo sank along with her,

anything he has is counterfeit.

Still, I can't have him slandering my family

by suggesting we've been engaged in insurance fraud.

Not to mention murder.

I mean, the ship went down with her crew, right?

It was a tragic accident.

Find out what Owen thinks he has.

Don't you have people

that usually do this kind of stuff for you?

Yes, I do. And he's in jail.

You want my help getting him out or not?

You know your way out.

So, you said your house is on this street?

I said my residence was.

Voilà.

Home sweet home.

Oh, I stole those.

Yeah, when-when I get anxious, I get klepto.

Oh, don't arrest me.

For what?

Definitely did not just hear you admit to petty theft.

Tell me everything.

Okay. I grew up in Tower Hamlets,

a rough neighborhood in East London.

That's where my dad's from.

- You don't have an accent. - Oh, no.

That does not go with the future I'm manifesting for myself.

Or maybe it's an opportunity to embrace authenticity.

I'm kind of a fan of the Brits, myself.

Are you sure?

Oh, yeah.

So, when did you leave London?

A year ago.

I came here to be an au pair for a family in New Hampshire.

But I got fired...

for stealing.

And...

now I can't go back.

My visa ran out a few months ago.

But I'm hoping, with the Marvins' influence,

they can get me a green card...

if all goes well today.

Hey. It will.

Okay?

You can get through lunch with Diana.

And as for me accepting you,

that ship has totally sailed.

You said, if I ever needed something,

you would help me, right?

Right.

Will you help The Claw for me?

It's going under, and it's the only thing I have

paying my family's rent.

Look, I have plans to bring a new business,

but I can't do that if they turn this place into condos.

- Why don't you just get a job somewhere else? - Not an option.

Between me and my mom, other restaurants

aren't exactly fans of the Fans.

And neither is any other place in town, really.

- Well... - No, look.

We just need $40,000 to catch up with payroll and overdue bills.

Then we can keep the lights on for the next few months,

while I get this place going again.

Look, and we'll pay you back, with interest.

I wish that I could, but I'm-I'm working through some stuff