Nancy Drew (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Untitled Nancy Drew Project - full transcript

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, are 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.

♪ Hey, hey, hey, everything's
better in time... ♪

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.

♪ Everything's right on time... ♪

You have a customer!

♪ Supersonic girl ♪

♪ Bouncing off the satellite... ♪

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.

♪ Something for everybody ♪

♪ Got something... ♪

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.
- Drew!

Clam chowder, table eight. Gosh...

I'll tell you about it some other time.

♪ Got something for everybody ♪

♪ Got something ♪

♪ For everyone ♪

♪ Got something for everybody... ♪

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.

♪ Something for everybody. ♪

_

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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.

I was in the ladies' room,
and it's a single stall,

so, yeah... by myself.

I already said the
repair shop was closed.

I figured that implied it was empty.

That's why I was headed here for dinner.

Ryan Hudson can verify my whereabouts.

I delivered food to him and his friends

when the lights went out.

Yeah, since the waitresses
were nowhere to be seen.

Not that I think they
did anything wrong.

I found her.

My fingerprints will be on her plate.

Other than the person
who may have done this,

I believe I was the last
one to see her alive.

Ace here has an alibi.

- What?
- Bring the rest down to the station.

Tell Mr. Hudson and his
friends they are free to leave.

Why don't they let us go already?

They're trying to decide
if we're just witnesses

or if they have enough to charge us.

Charge us? With what?

The death of Tiffany Hudson.

Hey, Nancy.

Karen. Hi. Um, I was just...

She's "Detective Hart" in here, FYI.

Can we go now?

We've told you all we know.
We're not suspects.

I disagree with your opinion.

I'm looking at a decent four-pack.

Town screwup, ex-con, city girl, and...

Nancy Drew.

Why does he say your name like that?

She used to complicate my job.

You mean do it for you?

Ah, Ms. Fan.

I haven't thrown your mom
in the drunk tank this month.

- How's she doing? Say hi.
- Mm.

And for the rest of you...

It-it was one count of shoplifting.

I never did any hard time.

Didn't say you did.

- But good to know.
- By "ex-con",

I meant him.

Happened when I was a minor.

Record's sealed, and time served.

You never told me you went to jail.

One of the many things
you never asked about.

Oh... so this is a thing.

What concerns me is why you
aren't questioning Ryan Hudson.

In a case like this, you have
to look to the husband first.

Thanks for setting me straight.

Maybe you can share more of
your theories in my office.

Everyone else, you can go.

There were no signs of trauma,

so maybe Tiffany had a health condition

or a drug problem.

I mean, maybe foul play
isn't even involved.

We're pretty sure it is.

911. What's the nature
of your emergency?

Help me. Please.

Please. I'm at The Claw.

No!

Hello? Hello?

Ma'am, are you there?

Where were you when this happened?

Where were you when this happened?

I didn't see anyone, I swear.

I believe you, Nancy.

Look, I loved your mom like a sister,

and I know you wouldn't do this.

But a socialite killed on parade night,

we-we have to solve this case fast.

It's not...

Her ring.

She was wearing it

when I first came out,

but not when I found her on the ground.

Yeah, well, someone like Tiffany Hudson

would have a very nice ring.

Could be a game changer for anybody.

Maybe help your dad.

Medical bills do add up.

Wow.

So now my mom dying is
somehow a motive for murder.

And I thought you wanted my help.

Look, if you're not charging me,

then I believe I'm free to go.

But don't go too far.
You're still a suspect.

So are your friends.

They're not my friends.

Karen was totally out
of line calling you.

I didn't ask for a lawyer.

How about a father?

You're still living under my roof.

That's more than I can say for you.

- I've just been buried at work.
- Poor word choice,

- given recent events.
- Hey,

you know how much I treasured your mom,

but that doesn't mean,
now that she's gone,

I don't have to attend
to everything I neglected.

Does that include your daughter?

Nancy.

At least let me drive you home.

That went well.

It was a conversation.

You guys have to start somewhere.

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.

Sorry, Mom. I tried
to record the fireworks,

but all I got was...

Wait a second.

Oh!

Sorry, gets me every time.

Tiffany Hudson,

murdered by a ghost.

Okay, you've seen it three
times. Can I have it back?

You're the one who
asked for our opinion.

Because I thought you would help me

find another explanation.

I think my girl Bess nailed it.

Not your girl. Never will be.

And not just any ghost.

Dead Lucy.

Okay, not sure she's a credible
alternative suspect here, Ace.

You all know this ghost?

Lucy Sable. She was crowned Sea Queen

in the year 2000.

Disappeared after the celebration,

never seen again.

Blood on the rocks,

a little scrap of her pink dress.

It's definitely her.

Except definitely not.

Ghosts aren't real, Bess.

You guys, Lucy gets blamed

for a lot of stuff around here.

Kid puts a baseball through a window.

Dead Lucy.

Wife finds a strange earring in bed,

husband blames Lucy.

Never had a murder
pinned on her, though.

Unlike us.

Welcome to The Claw.

Glad that murder didn't
affect your appetite.

I'm just here for coffee.

Usually, Nancy brings me one,

but this morning she didn't show.

I thought maybe learning about my past

might have scared her off.

I thought that you
were gonna wait for me

at the police station
so you could explain...

more fully and in private.

You had no problem
talking about my sex life

- back in high school.
- I never spread any of those rumors.

No. You just listened to your
friends and smiled. Right?

- Customer wanted coffee.
- I think he changed his mind.

Oh.

Nancy?

Nick and I are seeing each other.

He seems to have an issue with me

not acknowledging this publicly,

and has decided that now
is the time to rectify this.

Consider it rectified.

I feel much better.

Other than the fact that
we're all murder suspects,

even though the real culprit
is probably Ryan Hudson.

- No.
- I can't believe he's behind it.

Why? 'Cause he's rich?

I'm with Nancy.

Look at the husband first.

We need evidence of his motive.

Which we'd find where?

In their house.

In their room. Husband and wife,
it's an intimate relationship.

I mean, to start, were
they even sharing a bed?

Well, if she liked her sex
like she liked her fish...

that'd be dry and flavorless...

so I would say nope.

- Mean.
- But relevant.

Is either of them on medication?

Is there a secret cell phone?
Is there a new will?

A post-nup? An insurance policy?

Gambling debt. A strange addiction.

- I thought you were Team Ghost.
- I am Team Ghost.

Is the stolen ring evidence
of a botched robbery?

Or is that what it's
supposed to look like?

Exactly.

Except I don't do this anymore.

I just... uh, I just meant
that that's where I would start.

If I was gonna start
something. But I'm sure...

the police can figure
it out on their own.

Hey there. Good morning.

Think she'll change her mind?

Not sure.

She's been different since her mom died.

This is it.

The home of Ryan

and "not killed by a
ghost" Tiffany Hudson.

Breaking and entering.
Just like riding a bike.

If you can see anything...

Nancy.

There's something over there.

I'll take a look.

Go ahead and reset the alarm that, uh...

- Hey.
- Nick? What the hell?

- Shh. Security company.
- Yeah, I know.

- Back door?
- Yep.

This way.

Down here.

No.

- Nancy. Come on.
- My hat.

I didn't take you for such a badass.

You think that guy killed his wife,

and you break into his house?

Yeah. To try and help our case.

What were you doing there, following me?

Hearing you talk today,
thought you might

do something dangerous.

And you know what? You're welcome.

Because, yes, I have a record.

And, yes, I put myself
at risk going in there.

Why?

Because it was worth it.

Thought you said your
dad would be at work.

Uh, he is. That's my mom's car.

Doesn't run, or I'd be driving it.

♪ Hey ♪

♪ What's the point of this? ♪

If you ever want to talk about your mom,

- or anything...
- My mom?

Who told you?

Nancy...

I like you. Okay?

And I'll tell you about my past

if you tell me about yours.

Hey.

Whenever you're ready.

But I'm never going to be ready.

Wait, I don't, I don't, I don't
think it's a good idea for us

to start anything serious.

Um... I mean, this time next
year, I'll be in college.

And what? I'll still be here?

Fixing boats in Horseshoe
Bay, going nowhere fast?

- Nick, that's not what I meant.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Maybe you're right.
- I'm sorry.

See, this is why it's
better not to talk!

If you ask George Fan for help,

she will never let you forget it.

So, George... you come from
a long line of fishermen.

Also alcoholics and highly
fertile teenage moms.

- That's a mariner's good luck charm.
- Yeah,

I looked it up online.
There's not a lot of info.

Oh. So you're seeking my expert opinion?

Like, I know more than you?

In this limited area of
ocean-themed jewelry, yes.

Girlfriends would put
messages in the charm.

When their guys were out at sea,

they would dissolve the seal
in salt water to find the note.

Where'd you get it?

In the place where it was being kept.

- By the person who owned it.
- Who owned it?

Tiffany Hudson.

You broke into Ryan's house?!

It was a spur-of-the-moment thing.

You stole Tiffany's jewelry?

Coming from the known ex-felon.

It was a misdemeanor,
and I'm just saying,

- I'm impressed.
- Hate to admit it, but so am I.

I'm impressed, too.

It was in a hidden compartment
in Tiffany's nightstand.

With a note.

"For your protection"? From what?

And who's H.G.?

We got to crack this thing open.

I bet there's a clue inside.

Where are you going? That's mine.

Technically stolen property.

This is why I work alone.

- Yo, can I come with you?
- No, you cannot.

- Hey, can I come with you?
- Hey... No.

- Hey, can I come with you?
- No.

Ugh!

- It works.
- Don't sound so surprised.

Too bad there's nothing but junk inside.

It isn't junk.

I've seen this before.

Wait, there's an address on here.

725 Gallows Lane.

It's a medium.

Medium what?

Oh! Because Tiffany was being haunted.

Wait. Maybe Tiffany was like Bess.

If she believed in ghosts,
she could've tried

to communicate with one.

Or protect herself from one.

Even though that's
crazy. Also like Bess.

If this medium met with
Tiffany for any reason,

that's a lead worth following.

Then, great, let's go.

Uh, guys? I, uh...

tend to do these sorts
of things by myself.

You wouldn't even know about that medium

if it wasn't for my extensive
knowledge of maritime lore.

Plus... you don't believe in ghosts,

which a medium will
pick up on right away.

Admit it, Drew.

We're helpful.

I admit nothing.

Just follow my lead.

Can you just tell us

about Tiffany Hudson?

A séance isn't necessary. And...

if I could just ask you a few questions?

I brought a notepad.

Nancy, just sit down and
let her do her little show.

Just ask her questions after.

- It's ridiculous.
- It's awesome.

It was expensive.

Best not to keep the dead waiting.

Now you can ask your
questions to Tiffany directly.

Oh.

Do you ever moisturize?

- Shut up.
- Don't break the circle.

Stay focused.

Close your eyes.

Now breathe together.

In... and out.

In a welcoming state.

- Tiffany.
- Tiffany.

Tiffany.

Repeat after me.
Spirit... we welcome you.

Spirit, we welcome you.

Breathe it.

Mean it. Let her in.

- Spirit, we welcome you!
- We have many questions.

But first...

do you have anything
you'd like to say to us?

Find the dress. Find the dress.

Find the dress!

Get out.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

- What? What wasn't?
- I heard a voice, from the dead.

You're a medium. Occupational hazard.

Whose voice? Whose dress?

That wasn't Tiffany.

That was Dead Lucy.

It's a black hat. Could be anyone's.

It's cashmere. Cable stitched.

Kate knit it for Nancy when she went

on that sixth grade camping
trip to Shadow Ranch.

Not to mention the long red hair inside.

You found this at Ryan Hudson's house,

and now it's here on my coffee table.

Yes. I took it from a crime scene

- and now I'm giving it to you to destroy.
- Karen,

- you could lose your job.
- And Nancy

could lose a hell of a lot more.

I don't think she had anything to do

with Tiffany Hudson's murder.

But trying to prove her innocence

is gonna end up making her guilty.

I don't know what to say.

How about you let me make sure

no one ever finds this?

Hey.

Thank you.

What the hell?

Nancy.

Karen was here with evidence

that you broke into Ryan Hudson's house.

And as my lawyer, you're willing
to do anything to protect me?

Don't turn this around on me.

Your father is worried about
you, Nancy, and so am I.

Not just as a police
officer but as a friend.

A friend?

Is that what you are?

Is that what you were to my mom?

This isn't how I wanted you to find out.

That makes two of us.

- I'm gonna go.
- Actually, don't bother.

I was just leaving.

Need to get myself some
new legal representation.

If only I could get
myself a new father, too!

Nancy!

Let me explain! Nancy!

All this time, I thought
you were devastated,

- and instead you were hooking up?
- You're right.

I haven't been honest about Karen.

I was trying not to upset you,
which I realize I still did,

so... let's talk about it.

Okay? All of it.

There's nothing to talk about.

I'll reapply for school and
get the hell out of here,

and you can get back
to your secret life.

Nancy.

Wait!

Nancy?

You okay?

Yeah, totally. Hi.

I've wanted to believe
that this isn't my life.

That I'm not here,

that my mom isn't dead,

that Columbia is not just a pipe dream.

But all of those things are true.

This is my life...

and...

the only thing

making it any better

is you.

I want to get to know you.

I have so many questions.

When I heard my knee
pop, I knew it was over.

Scholarships, future, all of it.

For a long time, thought
my life was done.

Maybe things are
starting to turn around.

So was that before or after

you went to jail?

You know what? It's okay.

You don't have to tell me now.

Why?

'Cause girls love mystery?

Because I can wait until you're ready.

I'm sure you have a million questions.

Nope, only one.

I saw who just dropped you off.

What are you doing with Ned Nickerson?

- What do you know about Nick?
- More than you do,

clearly.

Look,

I know I've screwed up, let you down,

and maybe my words
don't mean much to you,

but if they mean anything,
please listen to me.

Stay away from that kid.

Oh, my God.

Were you his lawyer?

You know I couldn't
discuss it, even if I was.

That's totally a yes.

Just trust me on this.

I'm late.

Let's talk later?

A real talk?

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Come on.

Like I was ever seriously
considering not opening it.

_

Manslaughter?

"Defendant was found guilty

after the testimony of
a single key witness...

... Tiffany Hudson."

Let's see if we can get
this thing running again.

Great.

I can't believe I missed the signs.

Nick may be a really good kisser,

but he's also a real suspect...

with a real motive for
killing Tiffany Hudson.

Revenge.

Let's face it, we all have secrets.

The truth is,

everyone who was at The Claw
that night is a suspect.

Hi.

George,

it's way too soon for this.

Too soon for what?

I'm not in high school anymore,
and you're not married.

Come on.

The last time that
happened, it was not good.

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.

Count to five,

enjoy the view.

Hope the killer doesn't get you!

It's just a trunk, sweetie.

One,

two, three, four, five.

You'll never get out of here alive!

Find the dress. Find the dress.

Find the dress.

Why is it always
the ones you love most...

... who have the most to hide?