Nancy Drew

Previously onNancy Drew...

Lucy Sable was crowned Sea Queen,

disappeared after the celebration, never seen again.

The girl who became the ghost haunting me.

All that was left of Horseshoe Bay's

most infamous Sea Queen:

a broken crown with strands of her hair still in it.

I'm gonna figure out who killed you, too.

So that Lisbeth, she was something else, huh?

The thing is, I guess I've just been on my own for so long,

I've never let myself get close to someone like that.

I think Lucy wants me to find something else.

I'm trying to imagine

what senior year will look like.

: I've been trying...

trying... try-trying...

rying... ryin...

Ryan Hudson.

Did he have something to do with your death?

Come on, Lucy.

What's the connection

between you and Ryan Hudson?

I can't find it in that teenage poem of yours

I pulled out of a time capsule.

There's a ball, a prince, a Pegasus,

a kraken, and a Medusa.

Thanks, Lucy. Way to be literal.

What do you do when the dead stop talking to you?

Hello?

Is anybody home?

Mr. Hudson?

She started pulling away.

It was after this party she went to,

some exclusive underground thing.

I mean...Whoa, watch it.

...I asked her out, so I guess it's up to me--

Hey! So it's up to me to book the restaurant, right?

I mean, that's protocol. I-It's protocol.

It's a first date, Bess, it's not a parliamentary hearing.

So I booked a-a reservation at Emilio's.

Emilio's. That's a fine choice.BESS: No, but it isn't.

Want to know why?

Do you want to know what she said when I told her?

"Okay."

You know, she could have said, "That's great," or "Yum."

You know, she could have said, "Yum."

So-so I canceled the reservation.

And I'm...Okay, fix her. I don't care how.

It's inventory day; I need her fixed.

Hey, is Nancy in yet?

I found more stuff about Owen Marvin in Tiffany's files.

Right. Like your girlfriend's going to ruin

her perfect record of never being on time?

What do we know about the Velvet Masque?

Uh, is that a band?

No. It's the underground, depraved, pervy,

rich people's party for East Coast one-percenters.

That's in a different secret location every five years.

Yeah, yeah. But I always thought it was an urban legend.

Legend or not, steer clear.

Rumor is, they brand townies or hunt them... or both.

Uh, speaking of shady rich people

with questionable hobbies...Let me guess.

You found more dirt on Owen in those files.

See, I always thought Tiffany was targeting the Hudsons.

Yeah, she was, but Owen's name keeps popping up.

And the Hudsons and the Marvins used to do business together,

so maybe Owen knew Tiffany was digging up skeletons.

I've been following him around to see what I can find.

What did you find?

Uh, that I don't really like following people around.

Show me what you got.

I'll talk to Owen.

Uh, okay.

Hey...

don't let this guy pull any of his rich

and charming crap on you.

Don't worry.

Rich and charming isn't my type...

unless it's you.

Guys.

Come on. People eat here.

Nancy Drew.

Are you staking out my parking spot?

Yes. Got to solve the mystery

of how you keep your car so clean.

So what field are we digging up tonight?

No digging.

But I did have a couple questions.

You and Ryan Hudson.

Associates? Business partners?

Mortal enemies?

I'd say all of the above.

My turn. Is it possible these questions

are coming from a certain mechanic?

Good cheekbones, bad at following people around?

They are very good cheekbones.

Is there another question?

The Velvet Masque.

Urban legend or does it exist?

And if it exists, where is it?

Also, when?

That's... more than one question.

And you didn't answer any of them.I'll tell you what,

how about we discuss this tomorrow night over dinner?

Tomorrow?

Why not tonight?

I'm busy.

Are you now?

Right around dusk?

I have to go.

Hey. Let's go sailing sometime.

Sorry.

I-I didn't mean to scare you.

Ryan.

What are you doing here?

I think someone's trying to kill me.

I really need to talk to your father right now.

You tell me what happened in your house, I'll tell you

where he is.I don't know.

All I know is-is...

I was hearing things all night.

You know, I think somebody might have broke in.

They were rummaging through my stuff.

I freaked out. I left.

I went and stayed at a hotel.

Who do you think is after you?

Let's just say that I owe money to people

that you don't want to owe money to.

You're a Hudson. Write a check.

I can't.

My father... cut me off.

He hit the roof when he found out about what happened

at the fundraiser.

You mean making out with your teenaged ex-girlfriend

at a fundraiser to honor your dead wife?

He froze my assets, Nancy.

I'm broke.

I'm broke.

Except... I have these antique Roman coins.

It's the most valuable thing that I own.

It was a wedding gift from my family,

and I was gonna take them and sell them

at this underground auction tonight.

Let me guess.

The Velvet Masque.

I didn't say that.

Look, all I know is that these coins are in my family's

secure private storage facility.

And as I'm persona non grata, I can't get to them.

But I figured, you know,

maybe your father could... pull some strings.

He's in Boston.

And unreachable.

But I can get your coins.

I kind of know

how to break into places.Oh, yeah, right.

What have you ever broken into?

Your house, two weeks ago.

You know what? Don't answer that.

I don't want to know.

But tell me, what's in it for you, Nancy Drew?

You take me to the Velvet Masque.

Well?

Do we have a deal?

Okay, it's settled.

We're doing a late lunch here at The Claw.

It's perfect.

Is it? 'Cause it seems kind of lame.

You know, I just asked Lisbeth

to go on a romantic lunch at my place of work.

It's in your comfort zone, right?

Yeah, you're right, but...

You're treating me like I don't date a lot.

You don't date a lot.Okay, yeah, but that's not the point.

I think y-you're gonna be really great.Do you think?

Yeah. Okay.

Now, we should talk icebreakers.

Here you want to be honest,

but not aggressively so.Okay.

What does that mean?Maybe don't lead

with the fact that you sometimes live in a van.

Or your mild kleptomania.

Oh. Or your family.

Oh.

You weren't kidding.

Tiffany must have been investigating for years.

Yeah, I think she was trying to look for an overlap

between the Marvin and the Hudson shipping empire.

Still, I have no idea what this stuff is.

This one's a shipping manifest.

You sure?

Dude. Maritime family.

For three generations, the Fans fished.

Did Nancy get anything on Owen?

No. She hasn't called me back yet.

Now, what's that look?

Just trying to decide if you sending Nancy to Owen

showed great confidence or great stupidity.

Oh, a little of you goes a long way.