Nancy Drew (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 13 - The Whisper Box - full transcript
When Nancy finds herself stuck in an alternate reality the Drew Crew desperately searches for a way to bring her back.
Mom?
Good morning.
There she is.
Sweetie, you could have slept in.
Yeah. Tell it to that guy. Hi.
Guilty.
We only get you for two days
before you go back to school.
Yeah, and then I am
back for the holidays.
Hey, uh, by the way, whatever
happened to turning my bedroom
into a yoga studio?
It is exactly the same down to
the glow stars on the ceiling.
Dad's empty-nesting in
more predictable ways.
Mm, let me guess,
extra caseload and
excessive volunteering.
Bingo.
The Horseshoe Bay Historical
Society sees him more than I do.
Hey, speaking of my caseload...
Hmm?
... how'd you like to
earn an extra few bucks
helping me out on one while you're home?
Yeah, I'd be happy to.
So, a wealthy client of mine
just closed on a new house,
but he says there are
problems with the place.
You can meet him this
morning. Really nice guy.
- Name's Ned Nickerson.
- Cool.
I'll meet him at my usual spot. 10:30?
Nancy, hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Uh, you must be Nancy.
Yeah, you must be Ned.
Please call me Nick.
- Okay, can do.
- Uh...
Thanks for,
thanks for offering to help.
- Yeah.
- Yeah. I got a bit of a real estate
- situation.
- Yeah...
Yo, yo, Ivy League in the house.
- Hey.
- Bring it in, Drewdles.
- Oh, I missed you.
- I missed you, too.
Nice to see you. Hey, guys, she's here.
Damn, having coffee with Nickerson?
I thought college was
supposed to make you smarter.
- Hmm... yeah.
- Um...
- So we have a history.
- It was one date.
Well, half a date. Total
disaster. His fault.
There she is.
- How you doing, Ace?
- How you doing?
- Hey!
- Hey.
Can I?
- Yeah, sure.
- How is Columbia?
It's great.
How is, uh, #VanLifeinTheHB?
Oh, Bess's Instagram's been blowing up.
Hey.
It's pretty nice.
It's over six figures.
Nice.
Shoot.
I keep telling them to wipe
the grease off the grill. Guys.
Come on. Are you serious?
Ace, please do something.
- Guys, turn it off!
- I'm trying.
Well, there's customers
out there. Turn it off.
U-Use that, do something.
Hurry.
There's no smoke.
Where's my locket?
I can't do it anymore.
I didn't kill anyone!
Nancy?
Are you okay?
None of this is real.
You know, uh, maybe it's stress.
Or lack of sleep.
Whatever it is, she's
freaking out the patrons.
But The-The Claw does not
have patrons, and since when
- do you and I hug?
- Since ninth grade.
Since when do you enjoy living in a van?
And since when do you... ?
You're the same...
never mind. You and I...
No, we have never met before.
If we've never met, then how do I know
about your football injury?
Or your manslaughter conviction?
Or the $5 million in bearer bonds
that Tiffany Hudson gave you?
How do I know about that little,
- you know, bean-shaped scar that's under your... ?
- Oh.
What are you, what
are y'all playing at here?
Us? We have nothing to do with this.
Nancy's cracked.
Everyone here's... is perfect and happy,
and there's no murder and no ghosts
and my mom is still
alive and you all like me.
Wait, Nancy, you're
going to scare everyone.
Nancy, are you okay?
I am dreaming. I am stuck in
a dream of my perfect life,
and I need to find a way
to wake up and get out of Larkspur Lane.
Wait, what's Larkspur Lane?
It's the psychiatric hospital.
There is no psychiatric
hospital in Horseshoe Bay.
Of course there's not, because
everything is perfect here.
Oh, my God, if I... if
Larkspur Lane does not exist,
then how am I supposed to get back?
Okay. Hey.
Hey.
In your head, in your world,
where is Larkspur Lane?
Mayfield Avenue. 1800.
Eight...
Nancy, that's the house I just bought.
Nancy said ten minutes.
All she had to do was get the key
that Patrice left in the Whisper Box.
Come on.
Thank you. As safely and
cautiously as possible, please.
Right down the stairs.
No one goes in until we're cleared.
We got to go back in. Our friend...
The fire marshal found some
kind of structural problem...
cracks in the foundation...
no one's allowed in.
Hey, I got a job to do, man.
All right.
Please, right down the stairs.
Here we are, 1800 Mayfield.
Home, sweet home.
And before I could even move in,
you know, some weird
things started happening.
Weird stuff like what?
Your 75-year-old boiler
and 100-year-old pipes.
They make those sounds
when they deteriorate.
It's calcium deposits.
Boo.
Not a ghost.
This place feels so familiar,
like a déjà vu or something.
Tell me,
in this other reality of yours,
w-we seem like pretty good friends.
I mean, you've seen my...
you've seen my scar.
Yes.
Yeah, it's, uh, it's a long story.
Oh, so more than friends?
Yeah, we were.
So, what happened?
What's up there?
Uh, don't know, haven't checked.
Nick, that's the door.
This has to be the Whisper Box.
If-if I can get through here,
then-then maybe I can wake up.
Do you have the key?
Not to, not to this door, but...
I can try.
What is that?
That's the last thing I
saw before I woke up here.
Everyone, please
move away from the building.
Is your friend okay? She's
stuck inside, thanks to you.
Hey, Sal, for your own protection,
you may want to keep your
distance from us right now.
You lied about being an orderly,
you sent Nancy to the
Whisper Box, and then you pull
- a fire alarm?
- To cover for you.
- And I tried to warn Nancy. Let me help.
- No, thanks.
We'll get her out ourselves.
You won't. It's the Whisper Box.
You'll die in there, too.
And how do you know that?
I've been in and out
of this place for years,
enough to hear its secrets.
The haunting that killed
the Roepers is active again,
and you'll need to
protect yourselves from it
if you're gonna save Nancy.
Okay, if the haunting
started three weeks ago,
why didn't it spread to the
rest of the hospital till today?
The priest. You said
something about a priest
- visiting Larkspur Lane.
- Right, uh, Father...
Sh-Shane.
He sealed the doors of the East Wing,
which someone opened.
What exactly did Father Shane do?
There was odd, mumbly praying,
and-and he was big on the holy water.
He spritzed everywhere.
Bayside Claw.
Ace, I need you to
track down a Father Shane
and get a vial of holy water
he used to seal the haunted wing
at Larkspur Lane.
So we just sit here and wait?
Is that... ?
Do not...
... turn around. Straight ahead.
Did you bring what was requested?
- Ace...
- Listen closely.
There is an evil that
comes from Larkspur Lane.
I can't risk going back there.
The-the Church won't
condone this, but...
Be careful.
Use the water sparingly.
And whatever you do,
do not run out of it.
Okay.
What?
Ace, go-go-go-go-go-go-go!
Hey, what took you so long?
There's no directory
for mysterious priests
in Horseshoe Bay. We had to sneak past
- the fire marshal.
- Is that the holy water?
That's Sal, a Larkspur
Lane success story.
We've got maybe ten minutes
before Conrad realizes
his keys are gone.
Yippee-ki-yay...
- Hey, come on.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
It's growing.
Straight ahead.
Okay.
She's in there.
She moving?
Let's see the juice.
What?
Okay.
This is how Father Shane used it.
That is top-of-the-line holy water.
Nancy?
Oh, my God, Nancy?
Check her airway.
- She's breathing.
- Nancy?
Can you hear us?
Nancy?
Here.
Nancy! Guys, we got
to get her out of here.
- Come on. Okay...
- Help me get her up.
Okay. Here we go.
Okay. On three. One, two, three.
Oh!
Oh, my God!
I don't think the Whisper
Box wants her to leave.
Put her back down! Put her back down!
Okay, Bess, okay.
Okay.
Okay. This is ridiculous.
- You know what we need?
- The key?
Yeah.
Who sold you this shoddy house
with one completely impregnable door?
Oh. Ryan Hudson. Terrific guy.
Of course.
Yeah, okay, let's go
meet fake Ryan Hudson.
Nancy!
Now what?
Pulse is steady but it's really weak.
It's the room. It's killing her.
- Well, that's why I wanted to get her out!
- Okay, Nick!
You can't, okay? You saw what happened.
So if she stays here, she dies.
We try to take her out, she dies faster?
- What are we supposed to do?
- I don't know!
- Nick, hey!
- What are we supposed to do?
- Huh?
- Hey!
Hey! This is up to Nancy!
She's got to find her way out.
Thinking we'll put a
swing set right-right here.
- Kids love swing sets.
- Okay.
Nancy, did you move off to NYC
and forget about how important
your hometown still is?
Hey.
Can you give us a second, please?
- Sure.
- Thank you.
So, Tiffany and I are
breaking ground on a new center
for at-risk youth.
- Congrats.
- Thanks.
Uh, so, Ryan,
well, w-we wanted to ask you about,
uh, the house you sold me.
Oh, right, yeah, the
money pit, and I say that
- as a term of affection.
- You know that door upstairs?
The one with the unopenable lock?
It's really important that...
Oh, that I open it.
So, do you have the key?
Okay, is this a test?
You don't remember?
The only one that has the key,
Nancy, is you.
You don't say.
I do. Remember, you solved the mystery
of my grandparents' fake
will when you were 14?
You found the real will in that room,
next to the bootlegger's
stash of dangerous chemicals.
So Nancy hid the key?
- Why?
- Because I told her to.
Yeah, that room was just...
it was a shrine to-to a criminal empire
that my family used to run, and I...
I didn't want to see it again.
But you did leave me
with a set of clues.
Like a "break glass
in case of emergency".
Yeah, I did.
Ryan, break the glass.
"12 steps from the sweet angel,
take a right at the farmer's wife.
Under the shadow of
both devoted grandparents,
find the belly
of the hollow oak".
You don't know
what any of that means.
Not yet.
- Hey, Ned.
- Hey.
Hey, what's-what's wrong? What's wrong?
You okay?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
There's that symbol again.
What does it mean?
I don't know.
Okay, here's the deal.
None of you exist, but
I still need your help.
So if anybody has a problem with that,
- that's totally cool.
- Oh.
Ace.
Are you gonna want to order anything?
Might I suggest dessert?
Okay, yeah, sure.
Since none of this is real anyway,
yes, let's order dessert.
On it.
We are looking for the key
to the mystery door in Nick's house.
Uh, Ryan Hudson left us three clues.
A sweet angel, farmer's wife,
and devoted grandparents.
- eBay usernames.
- Country music lyrics.
- Rejected names of drinks.
- Wrestling moves.
Strippers.
Yes.
Here you go.
Death by dessert. Next stop, cemetery.
Oh, my God, that's it.
You said you wanted dessert.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Cemetery.
Right. Right, right, right, right.
U-Uh, sweet angel, farmer's
wife, devoted grandparents.
Phrases found on gravestones.
I hid the key in the cemetery.
Hey, has anyone seen my beanie?
Are you okay?
My doctor, uh...
I just got a message from him.
And he wants me to call back.
Why?
Um, last month, during my physical,
they found something suspicious.
So I went,
I went back for a series of blood tests
and now the results are in.
Do you want me to sit
with you while you call?
Hi. It's Kate Drew.
I got your message.
Um, you have the results?
Uh-huh. Okay.
Thank you.
Negative.
I'm-I'm perfectly fine.
Oh, sweetie, I was so scared.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, me, too.
Oh...
All right, honey.
We got to get a move on.
Oh, no.
What am I missing?
Nothing at all.
Take me to dinner.
- I will tell you all about it on the way.
- All righty.
Ned.
Oh, hi. Uh, Mr. Drew, Mrs. Drew.
Are we expecting a power outage?
Nick and I are-are working on his case.
- Oh.
- Well, come on, Counselor.
The Historical Society's
not gonna honor itself.
Your beanie is in the living room.
It's really pouring out.
So? We get a little wet.
Oh. Or, uh, or a lot of wet. Wow.
So, here's a thought.
We wait out the storm.
A radical idea, I know.
But pouring rain,
muddy cemetery versus warm living room.
The key is out there, and
the quicker that I find it...
The quicker you go home, I know.
As soon as it stops, we'll go.
You think I'm crazy, don't you?
You don't believe any of this.
I believe that you believe it.
And that's good enough for me.
I've missed you.
What happened with us?
In your reality?
Uh, you broke up with me.
- Nah.
- Mm-hmm.
Nah, I don't believe any
version of me would do that.
Did you tell me I was making
the biggest mistake of my life?
I wish I had.
And were you wearing this...
... wonderful beanie
when we first met?
No.
But it was raining.
We ran all the way back to
your... place above the garage.
- I live above a garage?
- Yeah.
- It's nice.
- Oh.
So, I'm, I'm...
guessing... no fireplace?
No. No. No fireplace.
Then, this is better.
We need to find a crash cart.
Is there a defibrillator,
epinephrine, oxygen around here?
Crash cart's in the dispensary.
Okay. Give me the water!
Sal? You show me.
- Okay?
- Yes, yes, yeah.
Here.
- Come on.
- I'll help.
Come on! Let's go!
Ace, that is not the answer.
Okay, there must be
something else we can do.
We can talk to her.
Like you guys did with
me when I was in the coma
after the car accident.
- You heard that?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I remember you had new pants.
They were very special pants.
I remember they were, like, magic pants.
Come on.
Come over here. You talk to her.
Nancy, it's Bess.
Please wake up.
You're running out of time.
Um...
uh, wh-where did these come from?
Bess, Ace. God, that
one sounds like George.
You. You got through to me.
Wh... uh, I'm running out of time.
We have to go to that
cemetery and find the key.
Come on.
Come back to us, Nancy, please.
- Did you see that?
- I think she heard you.
Yeah, she did.
Thanks for showing up.
You guys are really nice
figments of my imagination.
As long as we eventually
get to sample whatever
you've been on this whole time, I'm in.
- Yeah, so what's the plan?
- Ryan's clues
should act like a map to
lead us to the hollow oak,
where we'll find the key to the
locked door in Nick's place.
The door that'll lead me home.
All right. Sweet angel.
Farmer's wife. Devoted grandparents.
Let's go.
I got a "sweet angel"!
Nice.
Okay. Now 12 steps.
Here, here! Farmer's wife!
Okay, from here we turn right.
What was that?
Come on.
"In the shadow of
both devoted grandparents".
Hey, do you mind putting down
your flashlights for a second, guys?
Bingo.
The hollow oak.
Got it.
My God!
My God, Nancy!
Let go of the key, Nancy!
No!
Are you serious?
At first, Nancy says she's
in an alternate reality,
and now, all of a
sudden, there's ghosts?
I really hope this works.
I have to get back and save my dad.
Hey.
Are you sure that you want to do this?
Which one of us you gonna miss the most?
Just know that this
isn't easy for me, because
in my reality you guys aren't
happy like you are here.
We don't always get along,
and we hurt each other sometimes.
And our lives are pretty messy.
Especially mine.
I really wish I'd had the
courage to fight for us.
No. No.
No, no.
No-no-no, no-no. This can't be it.
Hey...
on the bright side, it
means you can stay here.
- With us.
- No. No, no-no-no.
No, I have to go home.
Nancy?
Nancy?
Alphabetical order?
No sense stacking them
willy-nilly, right?
I'm trying to find an
organizing principle.
A reason why these keep
showing up in this world.
Maybe it's to help me find my way back.
And maybe there is no way back, so...
Let's just say there isn't.
What's the worst thing
that could happen?
Hey.
If some part of your mind
has been afraid of losing me,
it's just an outgrowth of the anxiety
you had as a little kid.
But there's nothing to worry about now.
- I was pretty anxious as a kid.
- Oh, yeah.
We used to have long,
existential conversations
right here at this table.
- We talked about death and mortality...
- And heaven.
And how I would find
you there if you died.
You asked her if she
could draw you a map,
so you could find her
when you got there.
You drew me a map of heaven,
and you wrote me a letter, which you put
in a blue envelope,
which I kept in my room.
The holy water's wearing off!
- Oh, God.
- Guys.
- We found epinephrine.
- What?!
No, that's not gonna fix this!
Yeah, well, we can't just
stand around and watch her die!
- Nick, use it!
- No!
You cannot beat
supernatural with science.
You have no idea
what that could do to her.
Nancy is in there.
She squeezed Bess's hand
while you were gone.
It's just a matter of time
until she figures her way out.
All right,
so what's it gonna be?
The medicine or the metaphysics?
Okay, okay, okay.
We, we, we rationed the holy water
so we could all resist
the effects long enough
to get out, right? So what if... ?
Okay.
Yes.
Cygnus.
The swan constellation.
Okay.
No, no! I need a clear night.
Where are the stars?
I need stars...
Whatever happened to turning
my bedroom into a yoga studio?
It is exactly the same down to
the glow stars on the ceiling.
You found your way home.
It hasn't felt like home
since you died, Mom.
I've missed you so much.
And the way out was the one place
it was too painful to look.
I wrote you that letter because
you were scared of losing me.
And then I did.
The worst part is that I never
got the chance to say goodbye.
You don't have to if you stay.
You of all people know
that I can't do that.
Because none of this is real.
And it's what you taught me.
To always seek out the truth...
Even when it hurts.
I am who I am because of you.
Thank you.
Goodbye, Mom.
She's awake.
You made it.
Thank God.
Are you guys real?
What kind of dumbass question is that?
Yeah, you're real.
Yeah, come on, okay.
Here you go, here you go.
It's mad that you woke up.
Let's go.
Go! Go!
"Firefighters responded to an explosion
at the Larkspur Lane facility tonight,
triggered by a gas leak.
They said it's doubtful
the building can be saved".
The firefighters said the
foundation was cracking.
I mean, that haunting took the
whole building down with it.
Wait, does that mean
the Whisper Box is gone?
Can evil get blown up?
I mean, without the building,
it can't trap any more victims.
You okay?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, peachy.
'Cause it was all worth it, right?
Came away with this key
to... I have no idea what.
Was the reality in your
head as haunted as this one?
Yeah, there was a force in there.
Some kind of ghost in a sheet
that I didn't quite understand.
Kept leaving this emblem everywhere.
What were we like?
What was I like?
Um, Instagram influencer.
And George was a big hugger.
Incredibly nice to me.
That's weird and gross.
Ace was largely the same.
As long as there's dirty dishes,
I'll be there.
And speaking of...
Yeah, I'll come with you.
Was I there?
Yeah. Yeah, you were there.
We, uh...
We solved a mystery together.
And that's it?
There was more, Nick...
Hey, beer supplier's
jacking up their rates!
The restaurant inspector's
asking for the owners, co-owner.
Who knew owning a restaurant
would require actual work?
Uh-huh.
I'm glad you're okay.
Okay, so I can't deal with this.
We've had the same
rates for the last, like,
I don't even know how long.
This guy doesn't want to
budge... can you just... ?
Okay, let's talk to the
restaurant inspector first.
Then we'll deal with the beer supplier.
You mean you will.
I can't stand that guy.
Weird being back in Kansas again?
Dorothy never had to deal with an ex.
Doesn't "ex" mean, though,
that you don't have to
worry about 'em anymore?
Yeah.
Especially when they're
doing much better without you.
Uh, hey, if you are going home,
one other thing happened while you were
on your head trip.
Hey, you.
House arrest, huh?
Yeah.
I have to wear it, but I
think I can pull it off.
I really missed you.
I missed you, too.
Ace filled me in.
Yeah.
Not exactly how I would
have handled it, but...
we survived.
Pending trial, the state's
providing security, so...
we've got the safest house on the block.
I'm gonna solve Lucy's murder
and clear your name, I promise.
The real problem
is gonna be filling my time.
I can't just sit around
the house all day,
working on my defense...
I'll go nuts, so...
I was thinking about
maybe some volunteer work.
The Horseshoe Bay Historical Society
sees him more than I do.
How about the Historical Society?
I haven't thought about
that place in years.
You used to love it.
Yeah?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I had to do some research there
for a couple probate cases,
and you came with me every Saturday.
You'd hide away in the library
and play with the nice
woman who ran the place.
An anchor, a square
and six horseshoes.
That's it.
- Can I help you, dear?
- Hi.
I'm Nancy Drew. I used to...
I used to come here when I
was a little kid with my dad.
Nancy.
You've grown up.
You probably don't remember me.
I'm Hannah Gruen.
Oh, my hands.
- I'm sorry, I usually warn people...
- No, no, no, no, no, no, um...
I-I'm so sorry... that... it's not...
It's not that.
Would you believe me if I told you that
I've had this whole experience before?
Call it a... a dream.
But you were there.
Because the last thing
that I saw before it
all started was this.
Do you, do you recognize this?
Parts of this symbol are hidden
in the Historical Society crest.
Still a smart girl, I see.
This is a key to one of our lockboxes.
Patrice Dodd's?
No.
Tiffany Hudson's.
Tiffany came to me for help
before she died.
She asked me to hold onto this.
She hoped someone would
come for it someday.
All those lockboxes... are those...
are those all people that
have come to you for help?
At various times, yes.
What are you?
A keeper, of sorts.
I should warn you.
This isn't easy to watch.
I can feel something
watching me in the night.
I went to a local medium.
She gave me this.
But...
it-it's not enough to stop her.
She's here.
Is there a reason why
this presence may be haunting you?
She's haunting
me because of what I found.
What did Tiffany find?
She wouldn't tell me.
She suspected someone
was coming after her
and tracking her whereabouts.
This was the last time I ever saw her.
Yeah, she was poisoned three days later.
I tried going to the police,
but by then it was too late.
I believe Tiffany got
too close to the truth.
The truth about what?
Someone didn't want her to
solve Lucy Sable's murder.
Good morning.
There she is.
Sweetie, you could have slept in.
Yeah. Tell it to that guy. Hi.
Guilty.
We only get you for two days
before you go back to school.
Yeah, and then I am
back for the holidays.
Hey, uh, by the way, whatever
happened to turning my bedroom
into a yoga studio?
It is exactly the same down to
the glow stars on the ceiling.
Dad's empty-nesting in
more predictable ways.
Mm, let me guess,
extra caseload and
excessive volunteering.
Bingo.
The Horseshoe Bay Historical
Society sees him more than I do.
Hey, speaking of my caseload...
Hmm?
... how'd you like to
earn an extra few bucks
helping me out on one while you're home?
Yeah, I'd be happy to.
So, a wealthy client of mine
just closed on a new house,
but he says there are
problems with the place.
You can meet him this
morning. Really nice guy.
- Name's Ned Nickerson.
- Cool.
I'll meet him at my usual spot. 10:30?
Nancy, hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Uh, you must be Nancy.
Yeah, you must be Ned.
Please call me Nick.
- Okay, can do.
- Uh...
Thanks for,
thanks for offering to help.
- Yeah.
- Yeah. I got a bit of a real estate
- situation.
- Yeah...
Yo, yo, Ivy League in the house.
- Hey.
- Bring it in, Drewdles.
- Oh, I missed you.
- I missed you, too.
Nice to see you. Hey, guys, she's here.
Damn, having coffee with Nickerson?
I thought college was
supposed to make you smarter.
- Hmm... yeah.
- Um...
- So we have a history.
- It was one date.
Well, half a date. Total
disaster. His fault.
There she is.
- How you doing, Ace?
- How you doing?
- Hey!
- Hey.
Can I?
- Yeah, sure.
- How is Columbia?
It's great.
How is, uh, #VanLifeinTheHB?
Oh, Bess's Instagram's been blowing up.
Hey.
It's pretty nice.
It's over six figures.
Nice.
Shoot.
I keep telling them to wipe
the grease off the grill. Guys.
Come on. Are you serious?
Ace, please do something.
- Guys, turn it off!
- I'm trying.
Well, there's customers
out there. Turn it off.
U-Use that, do something.
Hurry.
There's no smoke.
Where's my locket?
I can't do it anymore.
I didn't kill anyone!
Nancy?
Are you okay?
None of this is real.
You know, uh, maybe it's stress.
Or lack of sleep.
Whatever it is, she's
freaking out the patrons.
But The-The Claw does not
have patrons, and since when
- do you and I hug?
- Since ninth grade.
Since when do you enjoy living in a van?
And since when do you... ?
You're the same...
never mind. You and I...
No, we have never met before.
If we've never met, then how do I know
about your football injury?
Or your manslaughter conviction?
Or the $5 million in bearer bonds
that Tiffany Hudson gave you?
How do I know about that little,
- you know, bean-shaped scar that's under your... ?
- Oh.
What are you, what
are y'all playing at here?
Us? We have nothing to do with this.
Nancy's cracked.
Everyone here's... is perfect and happy,
and there's no murder and no ghosts
and my mom is still
alive and you all like me.
Wait, Nancy, you're
going to scare everyone.
Nancy, are you okay?
I am dreaming. I am stuck in
a dream of my perfect life,
and I need to find a way
to wake up and get out of Larkspur Lane.
Wait, what's Larkspur Lane?
It's the psychiatric hospital.
There is no psychiatric
hospital in Horseshoe Bay.
Of course there's not, because
everything is perfect here.
Oh, my God, if I... if
Larkspur Lane does not exist,
then how am I supposed to get back?
Okay. Hey.
Hey.
In your head, in your world,
where is Larkspur Lane?
Mayfield Avenue. 1800.
Eight...
Nancy, that's the house I just bought.
Nancy said ten minutes.
All she had to do was get the key
that Patrice left in the Whisper Box.
Come on.
Thank you. As safely and
cautiously as possible, please.
Right down the stairs.
No one goes in until we're cleared.
We got to go back in. Our friend...
The fire marshal found some
kind of structural problem...
cracks in the foundation...
no one's allowed in.
Hey, I got a job to do, man.
All right.
Please, right down the stairs.
Here we are, 1800 Mayfield.
Home, sweet home.
And before I could even move in,
you know, some weird
things started happening.
Weird stuff like what?
Your 75-year-old boiler
and 100-year-old pipes.
They make those sounds
when they deteriorate.
It's calcium deposits.
Boo.
Not a ghost.
This place feels so familiar,
like a déjà vu or something.
Tell me,
in this other reality of yours,
w-we seem like pretty good friends.
I mean, you've seen my...
you've seen my scar.
Yes.
Yeah, it's, uh, it's a long story.
Oh, so more than friends?
Yeah, we were.
So, what happened?
What's up there?
Uh, don't know, haven't checked.
Nick, that's the door.
This has to be the Whisper Box.
If-if I can get through here,
then-then maybe I can wake up.
Do you have the key?
Not to, not to this door, but...
I can try.
What is that?
That's the last thing I
saw before I woke up here.
Everyone, please
move away from the building.
Is your friend okay? She's
stuck inside, thanks to you.
Hey, Sal, for your own protection,
you may want to keep your
distance from us right now.
You lied about being an orderly,
you sent Nancy to the
Whisper Box, and then you pull
- a fire alarm?
- To cover for you.
- And I tried to warn Nancy. Let me help.
- No, thanks.
We'll get her out ourselves.
You won't. It's the Whisper Box.
You'll die in there, too.
And how do you know that?
I've been in and out
of this place for years,
enough to hear its secrets.
The haunting that killed
the Roepers is active again,
and you'll need to
protect yourselves from it
if you're gonna save Nancy.
Okay, if the haunting
started three weeks ago,
why didn't it spread to the
rest of the hospital till today?
The priest. You said
something about a priest
- visiting Larkspur Lane.
- Right, uh, Father...
Sh-Shane.
He sealed the doors of the East Wing,
which someone opened.
What exactly did Father Shane do?
There was odd, mumbly praying,
and-and he was big on the holy water.
He spritzed everywhere.
Bayside Claw.
Ace, I need you to
track down a Father Shane
and get a vial of holy water
he used to seal the haunted wing
at Larkspur Lane.
So we just sit here and wait?
Is that... ?
Do not...
... turn around. Straight ahead.
Did you bring what was requested?
- Ace...
- Listen closely.
There is an evil that
comes from Larkspur Lane.
I can't risk going back there.
The-the Church won't
condone this, but...
Be careful.
Use the water sparingly.
And whatever you do,
do not run out of it.
Okay.
What?
Ace, go-go-go-go-go-go-go!
Hey, what took you so long?
There's no directory
for mysterious priests
in Horseshoe Bay. We had to sneak past
- the fire marshal.
- Is that the holy water?
That's Sal, a Larkspur
Lane success story.
We've got maybe ten minutes
before Conrad realizes
his keys are gone.
Yippee-ki-yay...
- Hey, come on.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
It's growing.
Straight ahead.
Okay.
She's in there.
She moving?
Let's see the juice.
What?
Okay.
This is how Father Shane used it.
That is top-of-the-line holy water.
Nancy?
Oh, my God, Nancy?
Check her airway.
- She's breathing.
- Nancy?
Can you hear us?
Nancy?
Here.
Nancy! Guys, we got
to get her out of here.
- Come on. Okay...
- Help me get her up.
Okay. Here we go.
Okay. On three. One, two, three.
Oh!
Oh, my God!
I don't think the Whisper
Box wants her to leave.
Put her back down! Put her back down!
Okay, Bess, okay.
Okay.
Okay. This is ridiculous.
- You know what we need?
- The key?
Yeah.
Who sold you this shoddy house
with one completely impregnable door?
Oh. Ryan Hudson. Terrific guy.
Of course.
Yeah, okay, let's go
meet fake Ryan Hudson.
Nancy!
Now what?
Pulse is steady but it's really weak.
It's the room. It's killing her.
- Well, that's why I wanted to get her out!
- Okay, Nick!
You can't, okay? You saw what happened.
So if she stays here, she dies.
We try to take her out, she dies faster?
- What are we supposed to do?
- I don't know!
- Nick, hey!
- What are we supposed to do?
- Huh?
- Hey!
Hey! This is up to Nancy!
She's got to find her way out.
Thinking we'll put a
swing set right-right here.
- Kids love swing sets.
- Okay.
Nancy, did you move off to NYC
and forget about how important
your hometown still is?
Hey.
Can you give us a second, please?
- Sure.
- Thank you.
So, Tiffany and I are
breaking ground on a new center
for at-risk youth.
- Congrats.
- Thanks.
Uh, so, Ryan,
well, w-we wanted to ask you about,
uh, the house you sold me.
Oh, right, yeah, the
money pit, and I say that
- as a term of affection.
- You know that door upstairs?
The one with the unopenable lock?
It's really important that...
Oh, that I open it.
So, do you have the key?
Okay, is this a test?
You don't remember?
The only one that has the key,
Nancy, is you.
You don't say.
I do. Remember, you solved the mystery
of my grandparents' fake
will when you were 14?
You found the real will in that room,
next to the bootlegger's
stash of dangerous chemicals.
So Nancy hid the key?
- Why?
- Because I told her to.
Yeah, that room was just...
it was a shrine to-to a criminal empire
that my family used to run, and I...
I didn't want to see it again.
But you did leave me
with a set of clues.
Like a "break glass
in case of emergency".
Yeah, I did.
Ryan, break the glass.
"12 steps from the sweet angel,
take a right at the farmer's wife.
Under the shadow of
both devoted grandparents,
find the belly
of the hollow oak".
You don't know
what any of that means.
Not yet.
- Hey, Ned.
- Hey.
Hey, what's-what's wrong? What's wrong?
You okay?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
There's that symbol again.
What does it mean?
I don't know.
Okay, here's the deal.
None of you exist, but
I still need your help.
So if anybody has a problem with that,
- that's totally cool.
- Oh.
Ace.
Are you gonna want to order anything?
Might I suggest dessert?
Okay, yeah, sure.
Since none of this is real anyway,
yes, let's order dessert.
On it.
We are looking for the key
to the mystery door in Nick's house.
Uh, Ryan Hudson left us three clues.
A sweet angel, farmer's wife,
and devoted grandparents.
- eBay usernames.
- Country music lyrics.
- Rejected names of drinks.
- Wrestling moves.
Strippers.
Yes.
Here you go.
Death by dessert. Next stop, cemetery.
Oh, my God, that's it.
You said you wanted dessert.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Cemetery.
Right. Right, right, right, right.
U-Uh, sweet angel, farmer's
wife, devoted grandparents.
Phrases found on gravestones.
I hid the key in the cemetery.
Hey, has anyone seen my beanie?
Are you okay?
My doctor, uh...
I just got a message from him.
And he wants me to call back.
Why?
Um, last month, during my physical,
they found something suspicious.
So I went,
I went back for a series of blood tests
and now the results are in.
Do you want me to sit
with you while you call?
Hi. It's Kate Drew.
I got your message.
Um, you have the results?
Uh-huh. Okay.
Thank you.
Negative.
I'm-I'm perfectly fine.
Oh, sweetie, I was so scared.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, me, too.
Oh...
All right, honey.
We got to get a move on.
Oh, no.
What am I missing?
Nothing at all.
Take me to dinner.
- I will tell you all about it on the way.
- All righty.
Ned.
Oh, hi. Uh, Mr. Drew, Mrs. Drew.
Are we expecting a power outage?
Nick and I are-are working on his case.
- Oh.
- Well, come on, Counselor.
The Historical Society's
not gonna honor itself.
Your beanie is in the living room.
It's really pouring out.
So? We get a little wet.
Oh. Or, uh, or a lot of wet. Wow.
So, here's a thought.
We wait out the storm.
A radical idea, I know.
But pouring rain,
muddy cemetery versus warm living room.
The key is out there, and
the quicker that I find it...
The quicker you go home, I know.
As soon as it stops, we'll go.
You think I'm crazy, don't you?
You don't believe any of this.
I believe that you believe it.
And that's good enough for me.
I've missed you.
What happened with us?
In your reality?
Uh, you broke up with me.
- Nah.
- Mm-hmm.
Nah, I don't believe any
version of me would do that.
Did you tell me I was making
the biggest mistake of my life?
I wish I had.
And were you wearing this...
... wonderful beanie
when we first met?
No.
But it was raining.
We ran all the way back to
your... place above the garage.
- I live above a garage?
- Yeah.
- It's nice.
- Oh.
So, I'm, I'm...
guessing... no fireplace?
No. No. No fireplace.
Then, this is better.
We need to find a crash cart.
Is there a defibrillator,
epinephrine, oxygen around here?
Crash cart's in the dispensary.
Okay. Give me the water!
Sal? You show me.
- Okay?
- Yes, yes, yeah.
Here.
- Come on.
- I'll help.
Come on! Let's go!
Ace, that is not the answer.
Okay, there must be
something else we can do.
We can talk to her.
Like you guys did with
me when I was in the coma
after the car accident.
- You heard that?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I remember you had new pants.
They were very special pants.
I remember they were, like, magic pants.
Come on.
Come over here. You talk to her.
Nancy, it's Bess.
Please wake up.
You're running out of time.
Um...
uh, wh-where did these come from?
Bess, Ace. God, that
one sounds like George.
You. You got through to me.
Wh... uh, I'm running out of time.
We have to go to that
cemetery and find the key.
Come on.
Come back to us, Nancy, please.
- Did you see that?
- I think she heard you.
Yeah, she did.
Thanks for showing up.
You guys are really nice
figments of my imagination.
As long as we eventually
get to sample whatever
you've been on this whole time, I'm in.
- Yeah, so what's the plan?
- Ryan's clues
should act like a map to
lead us to the hollow oak,
where we'll find the key to the
locked door in Nick's place.
The door that'll lead me home.
All right. Sweet angel.
Farmer's wife. Devoted grandparents.
Let's go.
I got a "sweet angel"!
Nice.
Okay. Now 12 steps.
Here, here! Farmer's wife!
Okay, from here we turn right.
What was that?
Come on.
"In the shadow of
both devoted grandparents".
Hey, do you mind putting down
your flashlights for a second, guys?
Bingo.
The hollow oak.
Got it.
My God!
My God, Nancy!
Let go of the key, Nancy!
No!
Are you serious?
At first, Nancy says she's
in an alternate reality,
and now, all of a
sudden, there's ghosts?
I really hope this works.
I have to get back and save my dad.
Hey.
Are you sure that you want to do this?
Which one of us you gonna miss the most?
Just know that this
isn't easy for me, because
in my reality you guys aren't
happy like you are here.
We don't always get along,
and we hurt each other sometimes.
And our lives are pretty messy.
Especially mine.
I really wish I'd had the
courage to fight for us.
No. No.
No, no.
No-no-no, no-no. This can't be it.
Hey...
on the bright side, it
means you can stay here.
- With us.
- No. No, no-no-no.
No, I have to go home.
Nancy?
Nancy?
Alphabetical order?
No sense stacking them
willy-nilly, right?
I'm trying to find an
organizing principle.
A reason why these keep
showing up in this world.
Maybe it's to help me find my way back.
And maybe there is no way back, so...
Let's just say there isn't.
What's the worst thing
that could happen?
Hey.
If some part of your mind
has been afraid of losing me,
it's just an outgrowth of the anxiety
you had as a little kid.
But there's nothing to worry about now.
- I was pretty anxious as a kid.
- Oh, yeah.
We used to have long,
existential conversations
right here at this table.
- We talked about death and mortality...
- And heaven.
And how I would find
you there if you died.
You asked her if she
could draw you a map,
so you could find her
when you got there.
You drew me a map of heaven,
and you wrote me a letter, which you put
in a blue envelope,
which I kept in my room.
The holy water's wearing off!
- Oh, God.
- Guys.
- We found epinephrine.
- What?!
No, that's not gonna fix this!
Yeah, well, we can't just
stand around and watch her die!
- Nick, use it!
- No!
You cannot beat
supernatural with science.
You have no idea
what that could do to her.
Nancy is in there.
She squeezed Bess's hand
while you were gone.
It's just a matter of time
until she figures her way out.
All right,
so what's it gonna be?
The medicine or the metaphysics?
Okay, okay, okay.
We, we, we rationed the holy water
so we could all resist
the effects long enough
to get out, right? So what if... ?
Okay.
Yes.
Cygnus.
The swan constellation.
Okay.
No, no! I need a clear night.
Where are the stars?
I need stars...
Whatever happened to turning
my bedroom into a yoga studio?
It is exactly the same down to
the glow stars on the ceiling.
You found your way home.
It hasn't felt like home
since you died, Mom.
I've missed you so much.
And the way out was the one place
it was too painful to look.
I wrote you that letter because
you were scared of losing me.
And then I did.
The worst part is that I never
got the chance to say goodbye.
You don't have to if you stay.
You of all people know
that I can't do that.
Because none of this is real.
And it's what you taught me.
To always seek out the truth...
Even when it hurts.
I am who I am because of you.
Thank you.
Goodbye, Mom.
She's awake.
You made it.
Thank God.
Are you guys real?
What kind of dumbass question is that?
Yeah, you're real.
Yeah, come on, okay.
Here you go, here you go.
It's mad that you woke up.
Let's go.
Go! Go!
"Firefighters responded to an explosion
at the Larkspur Lane facility tonight,
triggered by a gas leak.
They said it's doubtful
the building can be saved".
The firefighters said the
foundation was cracking.
I mean, that haunting took the
whole building down with it.
Wait, does that mean
the Whisper Box is gone?
Can evil get blown up?
I mean, without the building,
it can't trap any more victims.
You okay?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, peachy.
'Cause it was all worth it, right?
Came away with this key
to... I have no idea what.
Was the reality in your
head as haunted as this one?
Yeah, there was a force in there.
Some kind of ghost in a sheet
that I didn't quite understand.
Kept leaving this emblem everywhere.
What were we like?
What was I like?
Um, Instagram influencer.
And George was a big hugger.
Incredibly nice to me.
That's weird and gross.
Ace was largely the same.
As long as there's dirty dishes,
I'll be there.
And speaking of...
Yeah, I'll come with you.
Was I there?
Yeah. Yeah, you were there.
We, uh...
We solved a mystery together.
And that's it?
There was more, Nick...
Hey, beer supplier's
jacking up their rates!
The restaurant inspector's
asking for the owners, co-owner.
Who knew owning a restaurant
would require actual work?
Uh-huh.
I'm glad you're okay.
Okay, so I can't deal with this.
We've had the same
rates for the last, like,
I don't even know how long.
This guy doesn't want to
budge... can you just... ?
Okay, let's talk to the
restaurant inspector first.
Then we'll deal with the beer supplier.
You mean you will.
I can't stand that guy.
Weird being back in Kansas again?
Dorothy never had to deal with an ex.
Doesn't "ex" mean, though,
that you don't have to
worry about 'em anymore?
Yeah.
Especially when they're
doing much better without you.
Uh, hey, if you are going home,
one other thing happened while you were
on your head trip.
Hey, you.
House arrest, huh?
Yeah.
I have to wear it, but I
think I can pull it off.
I really missed you.
I missed you, too.
Ace filled me in.
Yeah.
Not exactly how I would
have handled it, but...
we survived.
Pending trial, the state's
providing security, so...
we've got the safest house on the block.
I'm gonna solve Lucy's murder
and clear your name, I promise.
The real problem
is gonna be filling my time.
I can't just sit around
the house all day,
working on my defense...
I'll go nuts, so...
I was thinking about
maybe some volunteer work.
The Horseshoe Bay Historical Society
sees him more than I do.
How about the Historical Society?
I haven't thought about
that place in years.
You used to love it.
Yeah?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I had to do some research there
for a couple probate cases,
and you came with me every Saturday.
You'd hide away in the library
and play with the nice
woman who ran the place.
An anchor, a square
and six horseshoes.
That's it.
- Can I help you, dear?
- Hi.
I'm Nancy Drew. I used to...
I used to come here when I
was a little kid with my dad.
Nancy.
You've grown up.
You probably don't remember me.
I'm Hannah Gruen.
Oh, my hands.
- I'm sorry, I usually warn people...
- No, no, no, no, no, no, um...
I-I'm so sorry... that... it's not...
It's not that.
Would you believe me if I told you that
I've had this whole experience before?
Call it a... a dream.
But you were there.
Because the last thing
that I saw before it
all started was this.
Do you, do you recognize this?
Parts of this symbol are hidden
in the Historical Society crest.
Still a smart girl, I see.
This is a key to one of our lockboxes.
Patrice Dodd's?
No.
Tiffany Hudson's.
Tiffany came to me for help
before she died.
She asked me to hold onto this.
She hoped someone would
come for it someday.
All those lockboxes... are those...
are those all people that
have come to you for help?
At various times, yes.
What are you?
A keeper, of sorts.
I should warn you.
This isn't easy to watch.
I can feel something
watching me in the night.
I went to a local medium.
She gave me this.
But...
it-it's not enough to stop her.
She's here.
Is there a reason why
this presence may be haunting you?
She's haunting
me because of what I found.
What did Tiffany find?
She wouldn't tell me.
She suspected someone
was coming after her
and tracking her whereabouts.
This was the last time I ever saw her.
Yeah, she was poisoned three days later.
I tried going to the police,
but by then it was too late.
I believe Tiffany got
too close to the truth.
The truth about what?
Someone didn't want her to
solve Lucy Sable's murder.