Nancy Drew (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 16 - The Haunting of Nancy Drew - full transcript

Any other day,
an evil sea spirit

wants to send me
a foreboding omen,

I'm game.

Just not the day of my dad's

evidentiary hearing.

Thanks for letting me crash
on your couch last night.

Oh, I slept like a log.

Sure about that?

Come on in, John,
welcome to The Claw.

Wow, it's much bigger
than it looks on FaceTime.

Hey!



So are you.

Thank you for coming
all this way.

Well, it beats sneaking illegal
human bones into my lab.

But I'd do anything for Nancy.

Where is she?
She's here.

Hey, John.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

I'm just waiting
on Lucy's case files.

My dad's lawyer is sending me a
copy ahead of his hearing today.

The prosecution wants me
to testify at 3:00 p.m.

So I have until then to find
the hard proof to exonerate him.

That's where the
bones come in.

Yeah.

They may not be admissible...



in the court, but...

if they tell us something
about the killer,

then maybe I can track
that evidence down.

Now, what makes you think

the remains of
a girl who died

20 years ago suddenly
just appeared?

We performed a
mystical ritual

asking an evil
spirit for them.

Got it.

You don't want
to tell me.

I probably don't
want to know.

Oh, that's the Lucy files.

They should have
her dental records,

so you can confirm
the identity of the bones.

I'll be by in a bit.

I assume you kept these bones in
a sanitary, sterile environment,

as per basic
scientific guidelines?

It's all I could find.

Halloween box felt
a little on the nose.

Let's just get to the lab,

so we can start doing things
the right way.

Yeah...

you're at the lab.
We're closed for the day.

Place is yours.

Well, round up
your sanitizers.

We got some scrubbing
ahead of us.

Made that out of clay.

Huh.

I saw tire tracks in the dirt

and Lucy's dress.

The Hudson shell
company made a sizeable,

one-time payment
to your dad back in 2000.

The same way they
handled everything back then...

Carson Drew.

Did you kill Lucy Sable?

I didn't kill anyone!

McGINNIS: Your father's
fingerprints were on the knife.

Carson Drew,
you're under arrest

for the murder of Lucy Sable.

He's been in jail for
two weeks and it's all my fault.

After the
evidentiary hearing tomorrow,

they will most likely
transfer me

to a prison in the next county.

A little help, Lucy?

No?

Nothing?

No cryptic message?

I am trying to solve
murder!

Okay, Lucy, what?

The knife
from Lucy's crime scene.

And the silver steak knives

in the pantry.

Yeah, yeah.

The ones Mom loved so much?

She always kept these
stored away in here.

Lucy's crown had
a second set of DNA.

Female DNA.

Did my mom have something to do

with Lucy's death?

Got Lucy's dental records.

Did you find anything
else in the files?

Not really.

Hey, you know

the other female hair
that was found

on Lucy's crown... do you
still believe that that

was from the last person
who saw her alive?

I'd bet my
license on it.

Did you happen to sequence
that DNA, too?

Of course,

and I backed my data
up to the cloud

before the physical
evidence went missing.

I was hoping you
would say that.

I sent a lock of my hair
to your lab

to compare with
the unknown hair to see

if it's a mother-daughter
DNA match.

Oh. Okay.

I'll, uh, make a call

and see if I can get
the results expedited.

Wait, wait.

You think your mum killed Lucy?

If your dad's
covering for her,

that could explain some
of his cagey behavior.

I'm just ruling out
any possibilities.

She had no
motive, so...

The only thing that makes sense
is that Ryan killed Lucy,

Everett found out, and then
called my dad in to clean it up.

No, listen.

You don't seem so sure.

Okay, you know, maybe
you should rest.

You got home late.

Well... early.

And you sounded
pretty sick.

Probably just stress.

Maybe it's a bug.

I tried to contact
Owen today,

but he didn't answer.

He said that he was
gonna be out of town,

so maybe he's got
the bug, too...

Owen's fine.

He's just tired.

You got in this morning,
and you know the reason

why Owen is tired. Aah!

You slept with
my cousin!

Nick, I'm really sorry.

I didn't mean for you
to find out like that.

No, it's fine.

Bone time.

It's pronounced
"forensic analysis."

Okay, uh...

so, if you guys are...

if you guys are good here,
I'm just gonna, I'm gonna go

and look over Ryan
and Lucy's e-mails.

Divide and...

divide and conquer.

Sorry.

Are you okay?

That was...

awkward.

Yeah.

I'm just...

just surprised.

Hmm.

I guess the, uh...

the grace period's
over, huh?

Yeah.

But you know what?

I'm-I'm...

I'm actually really okay.

Really?

Yeah.

Well... I'm glad.

We should celebrate.

Right, right.

Like...

maybe you don't have to sleep...

on the couch tonight?

Oh.
Be-Because it's...

super uncomfortable.

And...
I'd...

I'd like to not sleep

on the couch tonight.

Okay.

The cops are here.

Okay, okay.

No one panic.

Can I help you?

Detective Abe Tamura.

Detective Abe...?
Do you know this guy?

I don't know... And this is
the part where you invite me in.

Is he a vampire?

Is he a...?

Just open...

Hey, come on in.

Go. NICK: Welcome.

Welcome
to The Claw.

Uh, we-we're actually
closed today.

What for?

Private party.
Inventory.

A little bit of both.

Hmm.

Perfect.

I have a warrant
to search the premises.

And you have
no diners to disturb.

Wait.

Search this place?

Really?
Chief McGinnis brought me in

to take over the Tiffany
Hudson investigation

from the recently
discredited and,

well, incarcerated Karen Hart.

We're surrounded.

Don't be nervous.

Unless you got a dead body

hiding in one of these booths,
you got nothing to worry about.

Kitchen's through here?

Yeah. Yeah, right through there.

I'll show you.

Just...
Come.

The cooler.

Right this way. TAMURA:
Take the booth by the window,

where the husband
was sitting.

What?

That was a mess.

We really need to get on the
same page about these things.

Nancy, how are you doing?

In Ryan's e-mails to Lucy,

he used single spaces
after the periods.

But in the last e-mail,

where he called her a whore,
he uses double spaces.

You think he didn't
write that one?

Can you track the I.P. address

to see, uh,
where it was sent from?

Yeah. Yeah.

Give me, uh, two minutes.

Hey, Ryan.

No, I just gave another
statement on my wife's murder.

I'm really not in the mood.

I know that you didn't
write that e-mail to Lucy.

About hoping that she'd die.

Come here.

It came from
an I.P. address in Lisbon.

Your
dad was busy acquiring a company

in 2000.

Why would Everett impersonate
you in an e-mail to Lucy?

I don't know.

Okay, well, then,
let's find out.

It is high time
that you tell me the whole truth

about your relationship
with Lucy.

Or I will turn those e-mails
over to the judge

when I testify later today.

I do not think
that you killed Lucy.

But I do think

that you are the key
to finding out who did.

Please, Ryan.

Okay.

Okay.

Well,
I'll be. Lucy Sable.

The cops
are right outside the door.

If we're to believe
Karen Hart's report,

Joshua Dodd came in
through this back door,

poisoned the victim's food
in there.

We'll start in the dining room.

Now all we need
to do is stop them

going into the cooler
in a non-suspicious way.

Piece of cake. GEORGE: Yeah.
It would've been a lot cakier

if you would
let me handle it.

Private party? Where are
the private partygoers?

Oh, it is a far better deterrent
than "inventory."

Oh, yeah,
says you. Now I've got to slow them down.

Who wants brunch? On the house.

Hey. Except we can't get
to the food in the cooler.

So then go grab sardines
and saltines from the back.

What are you waiting for?

Go.

Oh, my God.

What? He should have let me
handle it with the cops.

Okay? We're co-bosses. We don't
have to "co" everything.

Okay.

What? Okay, listen,
if you've maxed out

on "co's" before you've even
kissed each other,

then maybe it's a sign

you shouldn't
be together.

Come on.

Okay.

After the Velvet Masque,

Lucy and I had to keep
our relationship

a secret from my parents.

Then your dad
found out in spring,

and he made Lucy break up with
you and then he sent this e-mail

to make sure
she stayed away for good.

Why did you keep your
relationship with Lucy a secret,

even after she died?

I had to.

I came to Horseshoe Bay
that night to see her.

At least I
tried, anyway.

And what happened?

I did everything that I could
to get here, you know?

I-I hopped a school fence,
I hitchhiked, and then finally,

when I-I got here,
there were police everywhere

and people were saying
that Lucy had been murdered.

You know? And I-I blame myself,
because I thought maybe

if I could've gotten here
a little bit earlier,

she might still
be alive.

But then I-I realized
how it would look.

You know? We've been hiding
our relationship for months,

and then all of a sudden, the
night that I show up, she dies?

So I left before anybody
could identify me.

Nancy, I...

I loved Lucy.

I was just, I was too afraid
to mourn her, so I buried it.

Your dad must have read
your school e-mails.

That's the only way he would
have known that you and Lucy

were gonna meet
at your spot that night.

The bluffs?

The bluffs wasn't our spot.

What do you mean?
What was it, then?

Wow.

This place hasn't changed
in 20 years.

Well,
that's the charm of it.

My dad's had me scooping since
I could reach the ice cream.

So, were you working
the night

of the Sea Queen ceremony
in 2000?

Anything to miss the
lamest event of the year.

Did, uh, did-did Lucy Sable
come in that night?

Sure did. NANCY: And you
didn't tell that to the cops?

There's no record
of it in her file.

Yeah, they didn't
take me seriously.

Especially with everyone
phoning in bogus tips.

But they should have.

Why? What happened?

Well, Lucy came in...

Um, she had
this little pink backpack.

She was wearing her Sea Queen
dress and sash,

but she didn't look
like she'd won anything.

She was so sad.

Just writing in her journal,
waiting for someone.

How long, how long
did she wait?

Long enough
for her ice cream to melt.

Eventually she left.

Uh, and that's when I noticed
a town car was following her.

It had this, uh,
eagle hood ornament.

That's my dad's car.

A couple months before
Lucy was murdered,

you sent her an e-mail
from Ryan's account

saying that you
hoped she'd die.

Oh, look, she's back.

I want to know
what happened to Lucy.

Why'd you do that to her?

You were throwing away
your future on a nothing girl.

What the hell is
wrong with you?

Your grades
were abysmal.

You slept through
how many crew practices?

Okay, the night
that Lucy died,

you knew he was supposed to meet
her, but you got there first.

I offered her a ride
so we could chat.

Did you hurt her?
Don't be so dramatic.

I simply reminded her again
to stay away from my family.

Advice I could offer you
as well.

When I left,

Lucy was walking up
to her house, very alive.

In fact, a friend
was waiting for her.

They got into an argument.

What friend?

It was the cop
that tried to kill you, Ryan.

As far as I know, Karen Hart

was the last person
to see Lucy alive.

Karen.

Why were you arguing with Lucy
the night she died?

Junior year, rumors spread

that Lucy was sleeping
with hill-toppers.

She became withdrawn,
depressed.

I hardly saw her.

But she'd, uh, she'd always
wanted to be Sea Queen,

so I nominated her
to try to cheer her up.

You entered a social pariah

into a popularity contest
to cheer her up?

I switched out the ballot box
so that she'd win.

I wanted everyone to see her
for who she was. A Sea Queen.

Not a slut.

But your plan
backfired because...

then everybody thought that
she slept her way to victory.

I felt awful.

So I went to her house,
tried to explain myself.

Hey, stop for a second.

Didn't work.
You've said enough.

Please, please.

I waited for her outside,
but by the time she came out,

she made it clear
that she wanted to be alone.

Let me explain.

Lucy. Come on.

Just leave me alone.

And then she just rushed off.

Did she have anything on her?

She didn't.

Okay. No-no-no journal,
n-nothing?

When she arrived at the house,

she had her backpack
and her journal.

But she had nothing
on her when she left.

Her mom tore the house apart
trying to find it.

What if that journal's
still in there?

Thought they
knocked this place down.

Yeah,
that's what the city wants you to think.

Found out that they changed the
house number and the street name

so that it didn't become
a shrine to Dead Lucy.

Couple families have lived here
over the years,

but nobody has ever stayed.

Yeah, I don't think
Lucy wants us here.

Yeah, but why, if,
i-if her journal's inside?

Yeah, I don't know.

God,
I guess the same reason

she's never brought
me here before.

She doesn't want
me to find it.

But I guess there's only
one way to find out.

I have less than an hour
until I take the stand.

I need to find
that journal.

Hey. They finish already?

Yes. What is this?

I got gherkins and I got clams.

I'll make a salad.

Yeah, but George
will probably hate it,

because apparently it's
my fault that the cops are here.

Right, Nick, please. For the
sake of my frazzled chakras,

you and George need to
spend some time apart.

Okay?

Oh!

What's that?

Uh, just a bunch of spatulas.

It's all good.

That's her skull?

Everything all right, Detective?

I don't know.
You tell me.

Yeah, yeah.
Everything is great.

Just me being clumsy,
as usual.

Yeah, there's a reason
we call her "butterfingers."

Ready for the cooler, sir?

Sure.

So, about that cooler...

No, I was just about to serve
homemade clam salad.

Yeah... n-n-n-n-no.

Who are you?

We're the busboys.

I'm the senior busboy.

McGinnis was right
about you guys.

You're always up
to something.

Search it.

I hope we can find
something in here

to help exonerate my dad.

Okay, let's just give
that thing some space.

I'm allergic.
Yeah.

Me, too.

Nancy!

Nancy!
Lucy, stop!

What...?

Okay, we got to
get out of here.

She doesn't want us
in this house.

I am not leaving.

What? What? No.
Nancy, you... Nancy!

Lucy wrote this.

I've seen her do it before.

What is this?

"I'm going to Dead Man's Bluff."

These are different.

Lucy never wanted anybody
to find these.

She couldn't keep them
inside anymore.

What is this?

Lucy's journal.

Sorry about that mess
we made in the cooler.

Oh, and good luck
with your inventory.

Or your private party.

Whichever one you decide it is.

All clear.

How'd you guys do it?
Where are the bones?

Only place the cops
didn't look.

Oh. Cool.

Aah!

So many health code violations.

This is...
Ace.

Sorry, Lucy.

Okay, guys,
we need to get to the courthouse.

Entries from 1999, 2000.

Hey. August 31,
day she died.

I think I know why Lucy never
wanted us to find this.

We got to go.

The State calls
Nancy Drew to the stand.

Ms. Drew,
please take the stand

to admit your journal
as evidence.

I will, but not
to admit my journal.

Someone else's.

Lucy Sable's.

I know who killed her.

And it wasn't Carson Drew.

My testimony begins
in the summer of 1999...

when Lucy met a boy
who took her to a ball.

And even though they
were never supposed

to see each
other again,

this boy and Lucy fell in love.

They met up again
on New Year's Eve of 1999.

Then continued their secret
romance via e-mail.

Lucy Sable...

and Ryan Hudson.

Objection.

H-How is this relevant?

I want to see where this goes.

Overruled.

Continue.

In the spring of 2000,
Ryan's father Everett found out.

And he went to Lucy directly
and told her that Ryan's future

had no room
for a townie girl like her.

But Lucy refused
to break up with Ryan.

So Everett got what he wanted
another way.

Lucy's mother lost her job.

Lucy lost
her private scholarships,

her chance to go to college.

The Hudsons started
spreading rumors

that Lucy was sleeping
with hill-toppers,

and the town believed them.

The slut-shaming
spread from there.

Hate mail. Threats.

Cruel notes passed
to Lucy in class.

She kept them all.

Until finally Lucy folded.

She broke up with Ryan
in person,

too afraid of his father
to tell him the real reason why.

But by then,

Lucy's life had unraveled
to the point of despair.

A journal entry marked
the week before she died.

"Everyone in this town hates me.

"Tried talking to Mom,

but she just freaked out
and hid all the knives."

The next entry, she wrote

about a visit with her
guidance counselor Kate Drew.

"Had lunch with Mrs. Drew
and her husband Carson.

"We ate homemade pie and used
her grandmother's silver.

"Everything was so nice.

So beautiful."

"Why can't my life
be like this?"

It was at that lunch

that Lucy stole one
of Kate Drew's silver knives...

and kept it in her possession
until the Sea Queen crowning.

When she wrote one final entry.

"I'm going up to Dead Man's
Bluff to end my life.

I love you, Mom.
I hope you never find this."

"I'm sorry."

Her suicide note.

Carson Drew did not kill
Lucy Sable.

She took her own life.

And for 20 years,
we told ourselves a story

of a mysterious killer,
when really the killer was us.

This town.

But I promise to remember
the girl who lived,

not the girl who died.

The sole piece
of physical evidence

linking Carson Drew
to the crime is a fingerprint

on a knife that Lucy
took from his house.

Is that enough to send a man
to trial for murder?

Quiet.

Order.

Lucy never wanted me
to figure out how she died.

Yeah, I get that.

Maybe she carried the trauma of
her suicide over into her death.

But then why...

is she haunting me?

Why the bones?
What did she want me to solve?

Lucy's handwriting
has been authenticated.

And there was a picture
of her with this journal

in her high school yearbook.

The journal is real.

I have
considered the new evidence

and find that it is
compelling enough to hold

that there is no probable
cause for Carson Drew

to have killed
Lucy Sable.

Thus, the charges against him
are dismissed.

Um, so I'm heading to The Claw.

Anyway, I could bring
some stuff home.

No. Uh, let's just
do it at home.

Okay.

I'm sorry.
For what you lost.

Just be glad that you're both
finally done with my family.

I'm never gonna
be free from 'em.

Nancy, thank you.

We missed you at
The Claw today.

Get used to it.

I'm moving my family
up to Augusta.

Took a job there.

Had enough of the corruption
in the force here.

Thought I'd
start fresh.

So that's why we're stuck
with Detective Hotshot now?

Try not to break
any more federal laws.

Something tells me
Detective Tamura

won't be as forgiving.

Um, I think it's best

if you stick to sleeping
on my couch tonight.

Oh, yeah.
Um, yeah, totally.

Totally, yeah.

The couch.
Yeah.

Couch is, uh,
couch is a good place.

Well, yeah. Just
so we can...

keep being co-bosses.

Co-bosses.

And friends.

Well...

friendly co-bosses?

Where's the bone?

Hey.
Hey.

Hello?
So?

Just finishing
what we started.

Anything?

I'm getting there.

Okay, thank you.

That was my lab calling

about the hair you
messengered earlier today.

Oh, do you have
the results?

Nancy, I think you
better sit down.

You're late.

I cooked your favorite
to celebrate.

Nancy?

I just received
a piece of evidence

that proves you're still lying
about the night Lucy died.

I don't... I took
the stand for you.

I testified
to your innocence.

I followed every lead.

I took every risk.

Please tell me what's going on.

No, you tell me.
What happened that night?

And I need to hear the truth.

No more lies, no more evasion.

What did you do, Dad?
What did Mom do?

She was on the cliff with Lucy.

Mom never hurt Lucy.
How do you know that?

Because I was there, too.

When Lucy was
still alive.

What were you doing there?

We were watching the fireworks.

Your mom got a panicked call
from Lucy.

Hello?

Lucy?

She needed help.

Are you okay?

Okay, just please stay
where you are,

just stay put.

And then we saw why.

She had come to the cliff
to end her life.

And then the baby was born.

Visible parturition
pitting along the dorsum

of the pelvic bone.

It's what happens
when a woman gives birth.

This is why Lucy wanted Nancy
to find her bones.

Lucy said she had kept
the pregnancy a secret.

Out of fear.

She'd been threatened.

Everett Hudson.

He spoke to her
earlier that day.

Lucy was
told if she had the baby,

her life was over,
and so was the child's.

That's why she arranged

to meet with Ryan that night.

To, to tell him
about the pregnancy.

CARSON; We told her that
we would figure everything out.

We, we just wanted to help.

Lucy begged us
to take her child.

And raise it.

Don't let the Hudsons
know about her.

And protect
it from the Hudsons.

We didn't know what to say,
we just...

It's okay.

We had to calm her down...

It's okay.

Take care of
my baby...

long enough to get help.

We'd only turned away
from her for a second.

When we turned back,
Lucy was... gone.

I climbed down to the water
to try and find Lucy,

but...

I couldn't find her.

Her body had already
washed out to sea.

All that was left
was her dress.

We never knew
if she had slipped or jumped.

And through the rest
of that night,

we held the baby
in our arms,

weighing what
we should do.

And by the time the sun rose
the next morning,

the only thing we cared about

was honoring
her mother's dying wish

and keeping her safe.

And we'd fallen in love.

We decided to leave
Horseshoe Bay

to keep the baby's origin
a secret.

Couple years later,
we came back.

Things were safer by then.

Everyone believed she was ours.

And we decided to stay
and raise her here.

All I've ever cared about

is giving her a good life.

One where she'd never
have to know the truth.

I was her father now.

I was her father.
And that's all that mattered.

Lucy's baby thrived.

She grew up to
be whip-smart

and compassionate
and kind and...

endlessly curious.

And she loves solving mysteries.

Your DNA wasn't a match
for the female hair.

It's a mother-daughter match
for Lucy Sable.

She's me.

The baby is me.

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