01x02 - The Mystery of Pirate's Cove

[bunniefuu]

[male narrator]
Tonight, on Nancy Drew:

The Mystery of Pirate's Cove.

[people chattering]

♪[music playing]

[woman laughing]

Ned, why don't you
just tell her

she turns your brains into a
souffle and be done with it?

George,
did you say something?

Your mistake was
to become friends.

It's the wrong approach.

She thinks of you
as a big brother.

If you want my advice--

You think I'm hung up
on Nancy?

I work for her father.
With Mr. Drew out of town,

I--I just feel responsible,
that's all.

Then why are your glasses
all fogged up?

Very funny.

[people laughing]

[people chattering]

Go on the way
you're going,

and, uh, somebody else
will always be taking her

for moonlit rides.

Nancy's not interested
in any moonlit rides.

She's a very
serious-minded girl.

Brandon's going to show me his new
ski boat. You guys want to come?

Uh, ski boat, well, I, uh,
It's too cold. I--

It's a big moon.
With any luck,

we should be able to spot
a few flying fish.

Uh, well, what about
your guests, Brandon?

I mean, it's your party.

We'll be back
before we're missed.

Well, I really
don't think--

We wouldn't miss it!
Let's go.

Something's wrong.

You're darn right.
It's cold.

Aw, you said you're such
a hopeless romantic.

Slow down.

Brandon, could you
stop the boat a minute?

Hand me your flashlight.

[George]
Nancy, you see a flying fish?

I think so.
Only he isn't flying.

And there's a reason
that fish isn't flying.

It's dead.

Let's keep going.

They're usually all over
the sky by the old lighthouse.

No, wait. This isn't
the first one I've seen.

I thought I saw one
back there,

and it looked dead, too.

Maybe they flew
into the side of the cliff.

You mean they really fly?

Oh, sometimes


Wow.

Ned, look,
there's dozens of 'em.

Can you reach one?

Look at that.

[George]
It's limp.

Well, death does that to you.

Only when it's recent.

Otherwise it'd be
stiff as a board.

[Ned]
Look at that wingspan.

[George]
Wow, they really fly.

Pirates used to think
of them as good luck.

If you saw one, you were
on your way to a fortune.

What if you saw
a dead one?

Your ship sank.

The fish are dead, Brandon.
Let's go home.

We just got here.

Let's go over
to the old lighthouse.

Oh, no. That place
gives me the creeps.

It's deserted.

No, it's not.

Of course it is.
Has been for years.

Your father represents
the land it's on.

I handle the account.

Well, how are you
going to handle that?

[Nancy]
Somebody's in there.

[Ned]
Hey, that's private property.
Come on, let's go.

We can't land it.
There's too many rocks.

Head back to your house.
We'll call the sheriff.

I think we've got ourselves
some vandals, g*ng.

[Ned]
You call the sheriff, Brandon.

We're gonna drive out
to the lighthouse.

[Brandon]
Hey, w-w-what about me?

I'll tell you all
about it tomorrow.

Great party, Brandon.
Come on, Nance.

[Nancy]
Thanks for the ride, Brandon.

It was a great party.

Yeah, I know, great party.
Bye-bye.

Wait a minute.

[Nancy]
Good evening, Sheriff.

Mornin' is more like it.

All right,

what's all this nonsense
about vandals?

Well, uh, we all saw light
coming out of the tower.

Oh?

Only there's a problem.

What's that?

Come have a look.

This lock ain't been
off of here in years.

We all saw the light.

[Sheriff]
Oh, you did, huh?

That's right,
Sheriff, we did.

Let me show you somethin'.

But--
You come with me.

Now, I want you all
to notice

this tower is built
of brick and mortar.

Does everybody see that?

Yeah, we all see.

[Sheriff}
Further, I want you to see

there is no place
on that tower

where anybody could climb
up to those windows.

Sure?

Further, none of the windows
seems to be busted.

So even if a body could fly,
there'd be no way for him

to get inside
once he was up there.

We all together so far?

[all]
Sheriff--

I don't see any way that anybody could
possibly have been inside that tower

for the past five years,

to be foolin' around
with the light.

Unless we happen to be
talking about a ghost.

[chuckling]

We're not talking
about a ghost, are we?

We saw a light.

You saw a light up there,
all right.

The light was the moon,

reflecting off
the glass windows.

Well, maybe we could take the
lock off, go inside and look around.

You do what you like.

Your father
manages the property.

But you wait
until mornin', okay?

Okay. Thanks
for coming out, Sheriff.

It's my job,

but I prefer to do it
in civilized hours.

Well, I, uh,
I guess that's that.

You're going home?

Yeah. What do you
expect me to do?

What does she
expect me to do?

I don't get you two.

We were obviously mistaken.

Unless you're willing to tell
me you think it was a ghost.

[church bell tolling]

[Ned]
Nancy!

Ned, there was nobody
to meet me at the airport.

Where were you?
And where's Nancy?

I've been
looking for her, too.

Why? What's wrong?

Well, nothing's wrong,

exactly.

What does that mean:

"Nothing's wrong, exactly"?

Well, you know the sale
of the lighthouse property?

Yes. What's the lighthouse
got to do with Nancy?

She might have gone out there.

What for?

To look around.

Ned, am I going to have
to drag this out of you

one syllable at a time?

You know Nancy.

If she thinks there's some
sort of mystery to solve...

Well, don't worry.

I'm going to go out there
and straighten her out.

That's a great comfort
to me, Ned.

[sighing]

The day she started part-time
investigative work for me

was the beginning
of my gray hairs.

The only mystery
about that lighthouse

is why anybody
would want to buy it.

Did you ever find out
what that guy wanted it for?

Yes, I met with Prof. Wall
while I was in California,

and he explained it
all to me.

And?

I still don't understand it.

He's heading up some kind of
psychic research foundation.

Psychic? You mean as in--

Ghosts. Yes.

I figured I'd better
close the deal in a hurry.

I've been trying to unload that white
elephant for old man Jensen for years.

It's not often
you run into a character

who wants
a property like that.

The professor's a whacko, huh?

"Whacko" is a little harsh, Ned.

A-actually,
he's kind of a charming guy.

Young, too.

Oh. well, I'd better
get out there.

Ned. Wait a minute.

Ned! What's going on
out there?

Ned.

[door closing]

[sawing]

[sighing]

This is going
to take forever.

We'll take shifts.

Yell when you get tired.

I want to take
another look around.

[sawing continues]

[seagulls crying]

Nancy!

[exclaiming]

Voila!

[door creaking]

Entrez.

Me first, huh?

You're the detective.
I'm just a locksmith.

Part-time investigator.
Want to trade?

Be careful.

Know what
we need now?

Yeah, Sheriff King
and a posse.

I'd settle
for a flashlight.

You have one in the car?

Glove compartment.

I'll get it.

I'll get it.
I'm closer.

[Nancy screaming]

[George shrieks]

Oh, it's just a bat.

Only a bat, Nancy?
Vampires are only bats.

I quit.

Oh, all right.
Go sit in the car.

I have to look around.

No, not by yourself.

Why? What for?

George, if bats can get in,
there has to be another entrance.

Not necessarily large enough
to let a human being in.

Whatever it is,
I want to know.

We did see a light in that tower
last night, not the moon.

Besides, I just found
fresh tire tracks

leading right to the edge
of that cliff.

The cliff?
Why would anyone park there?

Good question.

Nancy, instead of both of us
looking around up there,

why don't I try to figure out
what those tire tracks mean?

Right.

You're not mad, are you?

[whispering]
No.

[seagulls crying]

[exclaiming]

I'm sorry. I--I didn't
mean to startle you.

I'm Jack Wall.

Prof. Wall,
the new owner.

You almost fell. I...
Are you out here alone?

No, I...

I knew you'd come
back here on your own.

You know this is
private property

and I'm responsible
for any damage.

It's all right. Miss Drew was
looking out for my interests,

weren't you?

I'd be delighted.
What are they?

Well, this old lighthouse
for one, but you for another.

Ned's told me about
your concern for my property.

Nancy, this is Prof. Wall,
the new owner.

Jack Wall.
How do you do?

Did you know your lighthouse
came with a ghost?

I'd have demanded my money
back if it hadn't.

[Ned]
Nancy.

Ghosts are
the professor's business.

[Prof. Wall]
Parapsychology.

Really?

Are you interested?

Fascinated.

I'd say something now, Ned,
or forever hold your peace.

Uh, look, it's, uh,
my responsibility

to see that the lighthouse
is in acceptable shape

for you to sign off
our trusteeship, Professor.

So, uh, if you'd like to have
a look around with me?

I'd like to join you.

There's a few things I'd like
to point out to Prof. Wall.

Fine. I'd appreciate that.

Nancy, I really think it best
if you and George
head back into town.

We got a lot of ground
to cover before dark.

Ned, in case you've forgotten,
I also work for my father.

Oh, Professor,
do ghosts leave footprints?

Well, they've been known
to break crystal,

ring doorbells, set fires.

I'm sure they could muster
a few footprints. Why?

Well, your ghost
spent some time
in the light tower recently.

Really?

[sighing]

[Prof. Wall]
Well?

[Nancy]
They were right there.
In the dust.

What dust?

I don't know. The floor
was covered with it.

Well, look, you can still
see some in the corner.

It must've blown away.

I don't feel
any breeze up here.

This room's sealed.

It is blowing
pretty hard outside.

If there were any leaks,

we'd certainly
feel them by now.

Nancy,
I couldn't have seen them.

I--I chickened out
by the stairs. I'm sorry.

Well, I did see them,
right there on the floor.

[Nancy]
And we all saw
the light last night.

I believe you, Nancy.

I appreciate
your offer to help.

It'll make placing
my equipment a lot easier.

[George]
What equipment?

Monitoring devices

for locating timid ghosts.

I'll install them
this afternoon
and get started tonight.

You're going to spend
the night in here?

It's my work.

Hopefully
I won't be alone.

Uh, he means the ghosts.

He, uh, he hopes
they'll show up tonight.

Everyone's welcome.

Nancy, you must be
out of your mind.

I can't let you
spend the night

at a rat-infested
old lighthouse.

I don't know if I'd go
so far as to call
the professor a rat,

but he sure does move fast.

Now, Ned, you stay out of this.

You're not exactly unbiased,
you know.

Neither are you. I mean, you're
chasing some sort of ghost fantasy,

and the professor's chasing you.

Now look who's imagining things.

Besides, I'm not going alone.

George is coming with me.

Me?

I'm going.

I wonder if either one of you
would be willing

to spend the night
in that spooky old place.

Mr. Drew, you're not actually
considering letting them--

Ned, Ned, Ned, Ned,
wait a minute.

Let's keep our roles
in perspective here.

I'm Nancy's father.

I'm supposed to have
the wisdom of age
at this point in my life.

And after all, th-this fellow
Wall is a full professor,

whose work dictates
peculiar circumstances
of this kind, right?

Dad, you're terrific.

Come on, George,
we got lots of work to do.

[Ned]
Sir...

Ned, you have
to understand something.

Nancy has a very
inquisitive mind.

She loves to unravel
a mystery,

but most of the investigative
work she gets to do for the firm

is confined to checking out
driving records

and searching
through legal files.

But now we're talking
about ghosts.

Come on, Ned.
Think of the attraction.

The attraction is
what I'm thinking about.

And so is the professor,
if you want my opinion.

Well, if you feel that way about it,
why don't you go with them?

I'm sure they'd love
to have you.

No, thanks.

I have to go over
those briefs for you.

I'll see you tomorrow,
Mr. Drew.

All right, Ned.

[door closing]

She'll have
a wonderful time.

It's nice of you girls
to help me out.

It's my pleasure.

I'll go back
for another one.

[birds chirping]

I don't believe him.
I mean, he's an Adonis.

I guess that's
my way of saying

I've changed my mind.

I'm going to go
to the lighthouse

and spend the night
with you and Prof. Wall.

I wonder what he's up to.

George, have you ever
heard any stories

about that old lighthouse
being haunted?

No.

Neither have I.

I wonder where
the professor's heard them.

He's from clear across
the country, in California.

That's a fair question.

[exclaiming]

Excuse me for being nosy.
I was wondering

what a professor
of parapsychology reads

to put himself
to sleep at night.

Ghost stories.
What else?

[George giggling]

This book's
Lost Treasures of the World.

Yes. Well, a student of mine
found this book

in a small store
in Carmel, California.

He brought a chapter of it
to my attention.

A chapter
on a haunted lighthouse.

Our lighthouse?

Let me show you
something.

I traced this map
from the book

onto this piece of paper.

There. Now,

watch what happens
when I superimpose this

over this road map
of the area.

There.

[George]
The coast! Right outside
of River Heights.

It matches
the old map perfectly.

Yes. it took me
about three years

to find this small spot
on the coast.

I think if I'd been
a treasure hunter,

I never would have found it.

But since I'm constantly
researching ghost legends,

I ran across mention
of an old lighthouse
in this area.

I never heard of any legends
surrounding our lighthouse.

Well, the story
predates this lighthouse.

It really pertains
to a series of caves,

over which a lighthouse
was subsequently built,
but years later.

The caves were
the private vault

of a pirate who sailed
these coastal waters

in the later 1 700s.

W-where do the ghosts
come in?

The good captain took
four captured seamen
of the king's navy,

and sealed them
into a room of stone

to guard his treasure
until his return.

[gasping]
That's awful.

Yes. Unless you work
in parapsychology.

No spirit like
a troubled spirit

to make things really
unpleasant for the living.

Troubled ghosts
are active ghosts.

Yes. They love to make
their presence known.

Hmm.

For the skeptical
among us,

that's a theory we'll have
a good chance to prove

in just a few hours.

And we'd better finish
with the equipment.

Would you two bring
the, uh, lights and cables?

They're fairly light.
Sure.

And who made you
the foreman? Come on.

George, didn't the professor
say that a student
gave him this book

and that he's been looking for
the lighthouse for three years?

Yes. Why?

This book was checked out of
a Los Angeles library last June.

He lied to us.

Why?

Nancy, I think we'd better call
off our little seance tonight.

No. Absolutely not.
No, don't breathe a word
about this to the professor.

'Cause he's up to something,
and right now we have the upper hand.

But I want to know
what it is

before I go spend the night
in a haunted lighthouse.

Well, one thing I'm sure of:

That lighthouse
is hiding something.

And we're gonna
find out what it is.

[thunder clapping]

[rain pattering]

[wind howling]

[George]
I'd like to know

why we couldn't
all ride out together.

[Nancy]
Simple. The professor
needed time

to set up all his ghosts
and goblins for us.

You really think he's going
to try and scare us?

Oh, I'll bet we're in
for quite a show.

If he's staging this,
he's very good.

The rain I'm not sure about,
but the rest I am.

The rest of what?
Come on. Inside, quickly.

My apologies
for the weather.

I would have thought
you'd be pleased.

Ghosts must love
this kind of night.

Who says so? Here, let me
help you off with that.

No, I'll keep it on,
if you don't mind.

It's freezing in here.

A wet coat
certainly won't help.

Besides, I've got a room
below, all set up.

I'll bet.

[thunder clapping]

[Prof. Wall]
Now, watch the steps,
Nancy.

They're damp
and very slippery.

[Nancy]
Okay.

Hey, this is
first class!

Only the bare necessities.

A little hot chocolate,
snacks,

as you may desire them,
fresh fruit, cheese.

Whatever your wants,
ladies.

This isn't a ghost hunt,
it's a banquet.

What do you have here
to ward off angry spirits?

Chocolate-chip cookies.

[all chuckling]

It may be awhile.

There's no reason we can't
be comfortable, right?

What's all this stuff do?

All this stuff

listens.

I have every part of this
old tower rigged for sound.

Believe me, if anything moves
in this relic tonight,

we'll know it.

That's what I'm afraid of.

So the people came to believe

that the tortured spirits
of these imprisoned men

haunted the passages
of the old caverns,

and preyed on any living thing
that came within the shadow

of this piece of coastline.

Entire ships and crews
were known to vanish.

All the fish.

What?

No, George.

No, Nancy. The fish,
there were hundreds of them.

Dead. By the base
of the lighthouse.

What are you talking about?

Some dead fish.

But I'm sure there's
no connection with the legend.

It could be significant.

Hmm.

It suggests a rather
unpleasant possibility.

What's that?

That the spirits
here were at rest

until my activities
stirred them up.

[George tittering]

I could have gone all night
without you saying that.

I'm sure it isn't that.

We've already been here
for over three hours,

and we haven't had
so much as a peep
out of these machines.

I'm afraid to say it looks
as though this evening
might turn into a bust.

[door latch rattling]

[hinges squeaking]

[door closing]

[whispering]
Nancy.

Shh.

[metallic rattling]

[whining]
Nancy!

[thunder rumbling]

[metallic rattling]

[footsteps thudding]

[footsteps continue]

[heavy breathing]

[creaking]

[George gasping]

Let's get out of here.
Be quiet.

No, it's coming
down the steps.

Don't you hear it?

We've waited for three hours
for this show to begin.

How can we leave now?

I wouldn't be facetious,
Nancy.

The power of some spirits
would amaze you.

Mine's not so bad, either.

Ghosts of the lost galleons who
haunt the tower on the cliff,

be gone!

What happened?

[heavy breathing]

[footsteps thudding]

[metallic rattling]

That's what happened.

Show's over.

[sighing]

Well, I suppose
you'll want me

to, uh, pack it all up and tell
your father the deaI's off.

I'm not sure
he wants to cancel it.

Cancel what?
What's going on?

My guess is the professor
is hunting for treasure

and he didn't want
anybody to know about it.

Why not?
It's his property.

Yes, but it's not final.

Your young friend Ned
decided to get fancy,

when he was drawing up the sale
papers in your father's absence.

He threw in a clause excluding
all rights under the ground.

Offshore oil rights
are a big issue on this coast.

Nancy, I don't care
about oil rights.

Your father can keep them
for the previous owner.

I'm only interested
in the treasure,

if--if it
even exists.

I think we'd better
go talk to my father.

[thunder clapping]

I'm finding myself on the horns
of a dilemma, Professor.

If I walk away
from your purchase,

I'll be voiding a sale
my client wants very badly.

He and his wife
are getting pretty old.

They might like to make
a last trip back to Ireland.

Well, my offer still
stands, Mr. Drew.

I'd be willing
to sign over--

On the other hand,

if there really is
a handsome treasure
someplace on that property,

then, as things now stand,
they are entitled to it.

In my defense, sir,

the treasure has been given up
for lost for almost 200 years.

It's hardly a sure thing.

I'm taking a very expensive
gamble as it is.

I'm going to surprise you,
Professor.

I'll make you a deal.

I'll sell you the property,

including all mineral rights and
all bounties below the surface.

You're a fair man, Mr. Drew.

For double the original price.

Double!

And my client gets 10 percent
of anything you find.



Take it or leave it.

I don't think
I have much choice.

Oh, yeah. You could walk away
from River Heights...

and our lighthouse.

I have a feeling if I'd been up-front
with you when I first got here,

you'd have sold it to me
for the original price,

including all rights.

That's correct.

You're quite a man, Mr. Drew.

Your daughter's
pretty sharp, too.

I accept your offer.

Good.

Good night.

[Carson]
Night.

Does Jensen know about the
professor's map and the treasure?

I told him. And he told me to drive
the hardest bargain I could,

without losing the sale.

Well, that was pretty close.

But he could be
giving up a fortune.

Now, old man Jensen doesn't
see it that way, George.

Let's see,
how did he put it?

"When it comes
to looking for gold,"

"try to be the one that sells
the pick and shovels."

That's the only sure way
to get rich."

[chuckling]

I think Mr. Jensen will be very
happy with tonight's arrangement.

Well, good night, George.
Good night.

Nance.
Good night.

Father, if you don't mind,

I'd like to be there tomorrow

when the professor starts
looking for his treasure.

Why?

I don't know. It's just a feeling
I have about Prof. Wall.

He went to a lot of trouble to get
his hands on that lighthouse.

And I just don't see him
as any wide-eyed innocent.

Well, I don't see
what harm it could do

for you to be there to look
after Mr. Jensen's 10 percent.

Okay.

Don't stay up too late, now.

Nancy, I know that look.
What is it?

That old legend
about those four men

being buried alive
in the cave.

But it is just a legend.

Sure. But we still
haven't explained

those footprints I found
in the tower yesterday.

Prof. Wall made them.

Okay, let's say he made them.

How did he make them disappear?

He was outside with you.

I saw you together
from the tower.

And I went down to meet you,
we all went back upstairs,

and the footprints were gone.

Nancy, I wouldn't go back to that
lighthouse even if I wanted to.

And I don't want to!

George, do me a favor
tomorrow, first thing.

First thing, I'm going
to New York with my mother.

Even better.
Call the big library there.

Nancy, why?

I don't know.

But I want you to check out
that book the professor had.

Ah, Nancy.

[Ned]
Nancy, what makes you so sure

there's another entrance
to the lighthouse down here?

There's got to be one.

It's the only logical place
I can think of.

I've walked here
about 1,000 times.

I've never seen a hole
in these cliffs.

Besides, why does there
have to be another entrance?

The dust.
What dust?

The dust inside that tower had
blown clear across the room,

and there was no wind
coining in from the outside.

There must be some kind
of a powerful updraft

that comes through
the center of that tower.

I'll bet it whistles
all through those old caves.

Well, it's a good theory.

Could even explain
the light in the tower.

But what it won't explain is

who it is who's running around
the old place, and why.

Don't you believe
in ghosts?

Universities do.

Come on, Nancy,
that's not funny.

Neither is that.

I don't believe it.

I've never seen
that cave before.

That's because it hasn't
been there before.

What do you mean,
it's never been there before?

My guess is that we're looking at
an opening that's been sealed up.

And now somebody's
blown it open.

An expl*si*n like that would
have been heard for miles.

Isn't this low tide?

Yeah, but...

Oh, I get it.
That cave entrance

would be deep underwater
during high tide.

And no one would hear
an underwater expl*si*n.

That would account
for the dead fish.

They were k*lled
by concussion.

And the tire tracks
by the cliff.

He must've driven
to the edge

and lowered himself down
to plant the charges.

Hey, Ned,
when's high tide?

Oh, pretty soon.
But what's the point?

I mean, it--it had to be
the professor who did it.

He won't deny it.

He's not telling us
the entire truth, Ned.

At least, I know
he's not in this alone.

Somebody was in that tower
yesterday.

Who?

And if the professor knows,
why isn't he telling us?

I don't know.

Maybe we'll find out
when we get inside that cave.

You mean us go in that hole?

You know a better way
to get to the bottom of this?

The bottom of what?
I mean, we don't even
know where that goes.

There's only one way
to find out.

Right.

Hey, Ned. Look at that.

That door doesn't look


It's not.
It's 20th century.

Um, around 1930.

Just like that,
you know the door's 1930?

Well, you're not the only one
doing homework on this old place.

I found out it has a history slightly
more recent than our pirate friends.

The smugglers needed
places along the coast

that they can duck in and
hide from the coastguard.

Would you hold
the light steady?

[bolt rattling]

You think they used these
caves beneath the lighthouse?

Well, I talked to old man
Jensen this morning.

The guy who's
selling the property.

He says the lighthouse
was their favorite spot.

Made it possible for them to spot
the coastguard for 100 miles.

The coastguard finally sealed
it shut with dynamite in 1932.

Maybe the professor
isn't hunting for treasure.

Maybe he has something to do
with some organized criminals.

Well, I doubt it.

I'm sure they went through this
place with a fine-toothed comb

before they sealed it shut.

I think that's going to do it.

Better step back.

[bolt clanging]

[Nancy screams]

It's okay.
Who is it?

I don't know,
but he's long gone.

Come on, let's keep going,
all right?

Okay.

The floor is getting
awfully damp around here.

We must be getting
down close to sea level.

How can we be getting down close to
sea level when we're going uphill?

Ned, we're definitely
going up, and so is the water.

I could tell you why
that phenomenon is happening,

but you're not
going to like it.

Oh. The tide's coming in.

Mmm-hmm.

You're right.
I don't like it.

Is that the tide?

It sure is.

If we don't get
through there now,

we're never
going to get out.

I say we keep going.

But what if we get trapped?

You said it yourself.

There has to be another way
to the lighthouse.

This is the only tunnel
we've got.

This has to be it.

Forget it, it's too
dangerous. Let's go.

I guess that's that.
We keep going.

I guess so.

[water sloshing]

Maybe this is the door
to the lighthouse.

We're gonna have a little more
trouble with this one. It's metal.

[banging on door]

[Ned]
Help!

Help! Somebody, help!

[Ned]
Help!

This door must be watertight.

I don't feel
anything getting past.

It can't be.
I feel a draft in here.

No.

[exclaiming]

[Nancy]
Help! Somebody, help us!

Nancy, get up
on my shoulders.

Ned, you'll drown if I do.

Just do what I say.

Get up there so you
can keep pounding.

[gasping]

Ned, I feel wind up here.

[Ned]
Never mind the wind.
Worry about the water.

[exclaims]

[banging]

Nancy, where are you?

Ned, you're not
going to believe this.

I'm not going to be...

You all right?

Yeah. A little damp.

You got here
just in time.

Hate to think what would've happened
if I got here a minute later.

Nancy.
Nancy was with you? Where is she?

She went through a hole in the ceiling.
What?

Up here!

I'm rich.

[both chuckling]

I'm rich.

They are the real thing.

Doubloons.
Pieces of eight.

If it hadn't been for Nancy,
I never would've found it.

Well, it was Ned's shoulders
that made it possible.

True, true.

I'd say everybody
came out pretty well.

You know, if your estimate
is correct, Professor,

you're going to net
$2 million from that find.

And that will entitle you
to $200,000, Mr. Jensen.

[sighing]

Sure, and that's a lot more
than I figured I'd ever see.

That'll buy me and the missus our
trip to Ireland 1,000 times over.

Yes, it will.

Well, we have some papers to sign.

Why don't you come on
over to the desk?

Well, thank you.
Ned.

Well, it looks like
the perfect ending.

[George]
Nancy!

George.

How was New York?

Oh, incredible.

A shopping spree to end all.

But wait till I show
you what I got.

I've got nothing but time.

We seem to have solved
the lighthouse problem.

Oh, no.

And here I am, charging in with
what I thought was a sensational clue.

What is it?

Well, they had
the same treasure book

the professor showed us.
Uh-huh.

I used the library photocopier
to duplicate that chapter.

Now, look at the map.

You'll notice something
pretty peculiar.

They're not the same.
Right.

They're almost the same, but this
one's about a lighthouse in Florida.

George, you're the greatest!

[brakes squealing]

[Prof. Wall]
Well, hello.

Hi.

You, uh, come to help me
load my van?

Not exactly.

You love a mystery,
don't you?

This one's been
quite a challenge.

Yes, but you solved it.

Yes, I think so.

Well, I've got a lot to do.
If you want to talk,

you'll, uh, either have to wait
for me or follow me around.

Ah, do you see this, ghost?
She's a brave lass.

I've never thought of you
as particularly dangerous,

but you are devious

and smart.

Now what are you
talking about?

Well, you rewrote history and put
your own chapter into that textbook.

That was to give credibility
for us finding the treasure.

But Nancy, we did
find the treasure.

We found a treasure.

But I think
you planted it there.

Oh, I see.

I bought this old lighthouse,
lugged in $2 million in gold,

just so I could give away
a $200,000 reward.

That's right.

Because you wanted to be able
to spend the money.

All income has to be reported
to the government.

That means you have to report
where all the money came from.

Gangsters go
to all sorts of trouble

to put crooked money
into their legitimate
bank accounts.

Come on, Nancy,
Do I look like a gangster?

Doesn't mean
you couldn't be dishonest.

If I were to guess,

I'd say you somehow
got your hands

on $2 million
you couldn't explain.

Explain to whom?

The lnternal Revenue Service.
Your friends.

Maybe even the police.

Unless you wanted to leave
the United States,

you had to come up with a story
for all your newfound wealth.

That reward would be
a small price to pay

for putting all that money
into your bank account.

No questions asked.

Who knows
you came out here?

Everybody.

They also know why?

Of course.

No.

They never would have
let you come.

They give you life for m*rder.

Unfortunately, Nancy, they also give
you life for hijacking an airliner.

Nancy!

Don't. Don't do it.
It's not worth it.

I don't want to, Nancy,
believe me.

I didn't want any of this.

But they were watching me.

Nancy, I got away
with $2 million.

Parachuted into a forest.
Broke both my legs.

Sat alone in a cave and mended
myself back into shape.

[gasps]

Then, when I came out,
I couldn't spend a dime.

Nothing.
They were watching me.

I don't know how,
but they suspected something.

They just couldn't prove it.

But I still couldn't
spend a dime.

It's taken me three years
to pull this off.

I'm sorry, Nancy.

I'm sorry you've left me
no other choice.

[gasping]

Hold it right there,
Professor.

[sighing]

We've waited a long time,
Professor.

You almost got away with it.

You almost had us beat,
Professor.

You were the ghosts
in the tower.

That's right. We knew he'd try
to wash the money somehow.

Gold coins.
Very clever.

Well, when he
bought this land,

we just waited
and watched.

His scheme was
darn near foolproof.

Almost worked, if you hadn't
smoked him out, young lady.

[Carson]
Nancy!

Take him away.

[Carson]
You all right?

[Nancy]
I'm fine, Father.

What happened here?

George told us that you'd
rushed back out here,

and--and about the book.

This young lady took a big chance
confronting the professor.

She's always taking chances.

She seems to think she's
some sort of detective.

Part-time investigator.

Let me tell you something.
I've been on this case three years.

She isn't bad.

[sighing]

Now.

[chuckling]

Thanks a lot for the dinner,
Mr. Drew.

Listen, Ned, I owe you a lot
more than a dinner

for getting Nancy
out of that place.

Me, too.

Oh, it was nothing.
All in the line of duty.

At least we
cracked the case.

We sure did.
Tell me, Ned.

How did the professor convert
his $2 million into old coins?

Uh, well--
He became a coin dealer.

Right, Ned?

Yeah, that's right.
A coin dealer.

He placed mail order ads in
European newspapers, all over,

buying pieces of eight, doubloons,
whatever fit the bill.

They were purchased
through a post office box.

It took him three years
to accumulate a trunkful.

Right, Ned?
Yeah, that's right.

I give up.

How did you figure
that one out, Nancy?

Elementary, my dear Ned.

First I removed a small coin
from this old antique

to buy the morning paper,

and I read the professor's
full confession.