03x01 - The Warning of the Frozen Heart

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Previously on Nancy Drew...

I'm hosting a press conference

to announce that I'm a Hudson,

and take over Hudson Enterprises
as its rightful heir.

I had this dreamscape experience
with you at the Bluffs.

Nancy? If you're looking for Ace,

you just missed him.

He and Amanda are off

on this romantic road trip.

So I have this friend who is hosting

the spirit of a dead lady.

Your friend probably has

no more than a decade left.

I may not be able to move
on and leave your body,

but I can stop coming out.

There's nothing I can do here

that is worth stealing
another second from you.

I want to be more like you.

And start living my life now.

Will you marry me?

Temperance Hudson, come no farther.

You think your barrier can keep me

from entering Horseshoe Bay again?

Ryan Hudson doesn't have any children.

I was a secret until this very moment.

This thing's drawing blood really fast.

- Is it gonna k*ll her?
- Keep going.

It's not every day you get to meet

a long-lost blood relative.

But if I've learned one
thing from a long life,

it's that it's full of
turns in the road.

And the longer you're alive,

the harder those turns
become to predict.

Hopefully, we get to see
each other again soon.

Good morning, Horseshoe Bay.

We're at the annual Town Carnival

with our brand-new host, Nancy Hudson.

Or do you prefer Nancy Drew?

- Oh, uh, either one.
- So, you're a long-lost heiress

about to head off to college.

I haven't actually been accepted yet,

but the early decision notifications

are coming tonight.

And I'm gonna be an heiress
for all of about five minutes.

I'm dissolving my
grandfather's corporation

and redistributing its assets
to the victims of his crimes,

with my biological father's blessing.

Whoa, Ryan Hudson without money.

- What does that look like?
- Oh, you know...

You spent $ on weekly groceries?

Yeah. I wanted us to have
some culinary variety.

Wait, I lost my watch.

- Did anyone get my sorbet?
- You got five...

We didn't even need mustard!

Did anyone get my sorbet?

Seven nights in a row.

Someone is definitely messing with us.

I'll file another complaint.

Must've lost my watch at the
grocery store. Let me see...

Wait, what-what were you
saying about sorbet?

Hmm?

We're adjusting.

What are you gonna miss
most about Horseshoe Bay?

The many opportunities
I've had to participate

in the local hospitality industry.

♪ Wake in the morning
feeling like the undead ♪

♪ I skip the shower,
dirty hair on my head... ♪

Uh, is that for the interior
of the youth center?

- I like the green.
- Oh, yeah, thanks.

Drew, tell those jockstraps
they can't bring a cat in here.

It's a health code violation.

Hey, you, uh, you can't
have your cat in here.

- It's a health code violation.
- That's Kegstand.

Our house mascot. Where I go, he goes.

Hey, aren't you, uh... Nancy Drew?

That girl detective person?

Yeah.

"Thanks for showing
us your clams, Ginger"?

Also, tell Bess to stop parking
her conquests out back.

They're blocking the fire door.

♪ My body doesn't work,
I can't catch up ♪

♪ My brain is broken and
I'm all messed up... ♪

Okay. It was nice to meet you.

♪ But there you are,
writing nice things ♪

- ♪ All about me in your five-star diary ♪
- _

At least buy her breakfast,
you work at a restaurant.

You scared me.

I am not the one you
should be scared of.

You got nothing to be scared of.

It's not like I asked one of you
two to marry me a week ago

and you still haven't responded.

To be fair, you did ask Nick

to think about it for
a week; you insisted.

Yeah, because I didn't want a pity yes

on account of my shortened lifespan.

♪ Five-star diary ♪

♪ Five-star diary ♪

♪ Your five-star diary ♪

You have to leave home if
you want to grow up, right?

♪ Five star diary. ♪

Thanks so much for
pitching in, you guys.

It feels really weird to be hosting

the Town Carnival this year.

Well, your family of origin
has been hosting

the Town Carnival since the s.

So, sometimes it's okay

to give the people
what they want, Nancy.

Yeah, plus it's the first
year all the carnival proceeds

go to Everett's victims, so you
can feel good about that.

Yeah, and with no mysteries to solve,

and no supernatural entity
hunting you down,

it must be keeping
your mind off Columbia.

It was.

I'm sorry.

You ready to leave us so soon?

More like I'm ready to hit
the refresh button on life,

clear my browser history.

As long as we're not a permanent
part of that history.

That's not possible.

Hello?

Oh, my God.

Our m*rder victim was a John Doe.

No cell phone, no ID, no wallet.

There were no signs
of a struggle or blood

by the corpse, which means
the body was moved after death.

What does Detective Tamura say?

He is tied up in Augusta
on the Everett Hudson case,

and nobody at the station will
answer any of my questions

except to say that there's a
specialist coming from Boston.

Ah, but who needs a specialist, right?

Especially when this can distract you

from thinking about Columbia.

Yeah, there was a body
dropped on my family's land,

so I need to find out why.

Weird to hear you call the
Hudsons your family, but okay.

All we have to go on is

what we have seen on the victim.

He was not dressed for the weather.

He was wearing a polo
and a light jacket.

Mm, definitely from away.

Tourists do not understand layers.

He had tobacco stains on his fingers,

so he was a smoker.

I already called around
to a bunch of local hotels,

and Airbnbs. Nobody remembers seeing

a guest that looked like him.

Could've been staying with a friend.

Or maybe he was a transient.
There was something

about his shoes.

On the treads of his sneakers,
there was pine needles

and sand and wood ash.

Maybe he was camping.

We should check all the
oceanfront campsites

- where a tourist could've smoked in peace.
- Yeah, I'm on it.

Okay, so, Connor the coroner,

he said this is a one-time favor

because we saved his son
from an undead creature.

But then he confirmed that the heart

was missing from the corpse.

But the, uh, surrounding
icy chest cavity suggested

that the heart was frozen solid

before being ripped from the body.

That's grotesque, but
also useful to know.

Anyone seen Bess?

She went on a coffee date.

Oh, sorry. I was supposed
to relay that message.

Hey, Jesse, would
you like to work a double

- to cover Bess's lunch shift?
- Uh...

I can if carpool drops Charlie
and Ted here after school.

Yes. Thank you for tag-teaming
childcare with me

while Victoria treks around
China on Grandpa Fan's dime.

Okay, I'll let you know what I find.

He's just... just gonna
leave like that? Just like...

Are you... Did you see that?

I shouldn't blame him.

Right after I asked Nick to marry me,

I told him my Odette soul-share means

I have ten years to live.

Probably felt like a bait and switch.

Nick doesn't see it that way.

You know this based off
of his deafening silence?

Silence doesn't mean he's
not thinking about you.

Hey, Darlene, so

the victim was probably
from out of town.

Have you heard any complaints
about odd tourists?

The only complaints I hear
about are how long it's taking

to fix the electrical grid

after that weird blackout last Friday.

_

The paint is still wet.

We have hours to
stop the next m*rder.

Really? You want me to come
investigate a m*rder with you?

Like... like father-daughter time?

Yeah. The body was found on our land,

so if our family is being targeted,
I want to know why.

- Let's go.
- Now?

- Yep.
- Um...

Yeah, coming. I'm coming. I'm coming.

Hold on.

No.

Glamping is a real thing.

It's how they improved camping.

Why do you hate progress?

Uh, I don't know, maybe
because only a child

needs an electric toaster
in the wilderness.

If you're that soft, why
don't you just stay home?

Bess! We need you at the Claw.

No one's waiting tables.

There's a line around the corner.

Workplace emergency.

I am so sorry to cut this short.

Um, it was nice to meet you, but, uh...

good-bye forever.

Chef Jamie is threatening
to go back to France.

- Man's never been to France, Bess.
- Ah...

Okay.

Drive. Drive.

Oh, my gosh. Thank you for saving me.

You know, I was worried
you'd forgotten what

"happy belated birthday" was code for.

I would never forget your
signal for extraction.

- What happened?
- You know, I should have known that

someone who insisted on a
get-to-know-you coffee first

wasn't interested in a bit
of uncomplicated fun.

I guess I was just hoping that "coffee"

was code for "afternoon tryst".

Some people like to ease into things

before they get more serious.

Oh. Yeah.

Serious is what I'm trying to avoid.

Look where serious has gotten me.

Heartbroken, soul mate gone,

and a huge void in my life
where Odette used to be.

Oh, now I'm sad.

Is there anything in
this car that I can eat?

Oh...

Terry? Who's Terry?

Not those, actually.

Oh, my God, are you cheating on Amanda?

No.

No, we're fine.

Never better, in fact.

This is just an errand I agreed to run.

That's an odd sort of errand.

Tell me more.

Nick figured out where our
m*rder victim was staying.

Let's go.

Look who's saved by
the extraction text now.

We need to call the cops.

Yeah, we will. After we take a peek.

Okay...

That dead guy from the corn maze,

his name is Matthew Burke.

"I am alive forevermore and
have the keys of hell and death".

That's a Bible verse. From
the Book of Revelation.

"The Great Darkness
will soon be restored.

A crown beset by the mark of four".

This guy was a wannabe prophet.

Okay, and he also had
this reoccurring nightmare.

"I see the hilltop flooded with
blood and the claps of thunder".

Looks like he was writing
everything down

to try and make sense of it all.

Hey, gas station receipts.

He drove from Pennsylvania in one day.

Wonder what the rush was.

My watch.

The one that I lost
at the grocery store.

He's got articles of me, Everett.

He picked up my watch.
He-he was following me.

He was keeping track
of every living Hudson.

Including me.

Okay, but...

besides my watch, what
did he want from us?

- Hi there, Nancy.
- Hey.

We got your message on the tip line,

about the campsite you found.

A couple unis are checking it out.

You need anything else?

I just came in to find out
the status of my application

for Community Police Liaison.

Election's not until next week.

Although the position is mostly

relaying town council minutes

via email newsletter.

Why would you want to do that?

Yeah, I just figured I would

apply to as many last-minute

volunteer opportunities as possible.

Pad my resume in case

I get wait-listed at Columbia.

Who's the suit?

FBI profiler, from the
field office in Boston.

Oh. The specialist.

Does he have a theory?

That's what the briefing's for.

Can I listen in?

Very funny. Tell your
father I said hello.

Will do.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry about that.

Hey.

How'd it go at the gas station

from Matthew's receipts?

Well, the attendant remembered
Matthew because

he had a Southern accent.

Said he seemed really
tired, but that was all.

How'd it go at the station?

The FBI profiler is here.

He's behind closed doors,
but I managed to get

a look at the autopsy photo.

There was a moth wing
on Matthew's clothes.

You know what? I
recognized it, actually.

It's a... it's a rare species

that's found outside of
Icarus Hall in the woods.

- I'm gonna head there now.
- Okay, great.

Well, we're gonna take
care of everything else

on our to-do list before
people close up early

because there's a k*ller
on the loose. Bye.

Okay.

So how are you and Amanda?

Is her epic hike along
the Camino De Santiago

causing problems De larga distancia?

- No?
- No, we are great.

But this week, her dad
got an early release,

um, because he helped with
Everett Hudson's arrest.

So, I didn't want Amanda to worry.

I gave her dad a ride to
his crash pad in Lewiston.

Okay, well, couldn't the other
Bobbsey twin just do that?

No.

Gil is on a pilgrimage to New Mexico

to find their long-lost mother.

And what about the box of chocolates?

Mr. Bobbsey asked me

for some help with deliveries.

They're, like, amends gifts chocolate

for people like Terry.

Ace, this is how you
reel in a mark. Okay?

Y-You start with small favors,
and then you go to bigger ones.

Uh, what has Amanda said?

I texted her. She hasn't responded yet.

She's summiting something.

I will stay on my guard
with Mr. Bobbsey, I promise.

George hasn't been
able to make any sense

of Matthew's writings.

Did you find anything out
at the grocery store?

Ah, not much.

The parking lot didn't have
surveillance cameras,

and that's the only time that Matthew

could have taken my watch.

Uh...

Don't worry. It only looks haunted.

Last time we were here,

I-I rid the place of a host of phantoms.

Oh, cool. Cool.

The only thing I accomplished

before I went to college was

wrecking my dad's Bugatti

and getting a C-minus in Physics.

I'm proud of you.

What?

Would you still be proud
of me if I was writing

investigative articles for
the college newspaper, or...

learning how to navigate the subway?

You know, normal stuff?

So that's why you want
to go to Columbia.

You want to live somewhere normal

and take the subway to get there.

I just want to be somewhere where

I've got space to grow up.

Not be boxed in as billionaire waitress.

Girl detective.

Pretty much.

Who's there?

Next time you decide
to drop in, call ahead.

No, this can't be possible.

Have you two met?

We actually have.

Right before I acquired her blood,

bathed in it to restore my youth,

then used what was
left of it to bring down

an invisible barrier

that had kept me out of Horseshoe Bay

for years.

I'm Temperance Hudson. Tea?

How are you alive?

The Women In White k*lled you in .

Yeah, we saw it with our own eyes.

They buried you in the Hudson mausoleum.

But was I really dead?

What if I knew what was coming
that night in the woods?

What if I dosed myself ahead
of time with a revival hex?

Did that revival hex also put you

in an old lady suit, Myrtle?

It aged me prematurely.

A small price to pay to cheat death.

Did any of your records ever mention

how much I love playing
games with death?

Okay, nobody drink the tea.

What do you want, Temperance?
Why are you here?

According to the Women In White,
she tried to summon

a dark power that lay beneath the town.

Those snowflakes were so dramatic.

They kicked me out for dabbling

in ambitious new techniques,
nothing more.

I'm here because this is my home.

This hall stands on land
that I once owned.

I have a right to return
after seven generations.

Is that the same right
that you exercised

when you stole my daughter's
blood to restore you youth?

To be fair, she was done with it.

Can-can we just refocus on the fact

that a week after Temperance
breaks a barrier,

moves back to town,

and settles in at Icarus Hall,

there is a m*rder?

A dead man who was obsessed with quotes

from the Book of Revelation.

He was? Which ones?

Oh, don't play dumb.

We could work together

to figure out who the m*rder*r is.

I'm just as invested as you are.

After all, you saw the
man stalking my home.

You're welcome for saving
your lives, by the way.

How do we know that this man
wasn't just a trick of yours?

I mean, you create entities.
You-you made the Wraith.

The Wraith was an ill-conceived mistake.

I don't know who the man in the hat is.

Okay, call the cops and tell 'em

you have a suspect right here.

And when they ask what evidence I have,

I tell them that she's my
-year-old great-aunt

who's also an occultist
who tried to summon

a dark power from underneath the town

and is possibly here to finish
the work she started

seven generations ago?

Weirder things have happened.

Can't think of any right now.

If you enjoy being wrong,
go right ahead.

But if you're interested in the truth,

how about a game?

No, I think we're good.

One of you will be the other's demise.

One of you will betray your true love.

One of you will lose your heart.

One of you will wreak
havoc on this town.

One of you will forsake
what is dearest to you.

And only one of you will
fulfill your destiny.

And that one will cause
the rest to fall.

You know where the door is.

The clock is ticking.

There's only a few more hours
till the k*ller strikes again.

You mean Temperance, right?

My gut says it's not her.

I don't know, the only
evidence linking her

to the crime are moths from Icarus Hall.

Which doesn't explain
the figure in the hat

that tried to att*ck us.

Yeah, but Temperance is crafty.

I mean, she created the Wraith
that almost k*lled you.

Come on, you've only just
recovered from that trauma.

You don't need to add more.

I have dealt with the Wraith thing.

I had a mystical tree experience,

and I buried it with lotus flowers.

Anyway, Temperance had no motive

to m*rder Matthew Burke.

Listen, Matthew was obsessed
with all the living Hudsons.

Temperance is sort of living.

I mean, what if they crossed paths

and she saw him as a thr*at?

Mm, is that the strawberry rhubarb?

It is. It was a gift from a new client.

Another new client, huh?

Seems to be an influx of single women

with non-urgent legal matters.

- Yeah, that all come bearing baked goods.
- Mm-hmm.

It's a very giving community.

Oh, yeah, yeah, especially
if you're the local town hero

who saved Lucy Sable's baby.

Hey, come on, man, just own it.

You're the most eligible bachelor

in Horseshoe Bay.

It's too early to be
the phantom knocker.

I'll get it.

These are just clients, that's all.

- I'm not ready for anything else.
- Yeah.

Mr. Drew?

Uh, Jean Rosario is here to see you.

Hmm.

- Hi.
- Hey.

I brought you a gift.

Oh, um, Jean,

before you say anything else,

you should know that, um, I'm
just not really in the mindset

to be dating.

Oh.

Did I miss the part
where I asked you out?

Oh. Ye... You weren't...

So these chocolates are
sold in grocery stores.

Anyone can buy them.

But these boxes...

were recently seized

at a stop and search of
some persons of interest.

So we think that there's
a group of local criminals

that have devised a way
to communicate undetected

by hiding messages via analog courier.

So if you see the-the gift tags
on the confiscated box

are slightly altered.

So I'm trying to figure out
if that's how they've been

encoding their messages.

Old-school communication.

Makes surveillance impossible.

Yes. I'm hoping to question
one of your clients,

Asher Davies.

He's a former associate
of a suspect on my list.

If Davies can offer me
some helpful information,

I'll cut him a deal on
his petty larceny charge.

No jail time.

I will recommend that he cooperates.

Mm. Perfect.

Hmm.

Thank you for coming
to see me in person.

Oh, I mean, it's-it's better
than a phone call.

I'm a bit old-school myself.

Well, I'm glad.

So what's with the old-timey cookbook?

This's a grimoire of rituals,
written by Temperance Hudson.

As in handwritten.

So we can compare the
handwriting with the k*ller's,

starting with the capital letters.

G, A, C, I...

Yeah, none of those match her writing.

I mean, Temperance
had lovely penmanship.

Our guy writes like Charles Manson.

He's got this real distinct "K".

Let me see that.

Yeah, Temperance's Ks
are all Gothic and spooky.

The k*ller's had a tick-mark
at the beginning,

and a closed loop that
doesn't reach the stem.

I've seen this "K" before.

I have to call the police.
I know who the k*ller is.

Hi. Did they arrest to the
college kids I called about?

You're the local who keeps
phoning in with tips.

I called exactly twice

because I want to keep my town safe.

Well, I appreciate your
level of civic engagement...

Before you dismiss me as
a civilian or an amateur,

you should know that
I've been solving crimes

since I was in the seventh grade.

I've rescued kidnapping
victims, prevented murders,

recovered stolen treasures

and reunited long-lost family members.

I've exposed corruption
in law enforcement

and figured out a lot of mysteries

that other people couldn't cr*ck.

So... Some days I even
bring K*llers to justice,

like today.

Meaning the teenagers you accused?

Did they confess?

They are refusing to
be held accountable.

They say their friend Dustin
was behind the prank.

Sorry, did you say prank?

Unis are on their way to pick
up Dustin from campus now,

but all three were at their dorm

when Matthew Burke was m*rder*d.

They have been alibied by classmates.

So they're just vandals?

Bright side: the walls of
your town are safe again.

Then why does that one look so upset?

He says Dustin lost their cat,

if you're looking for something
else to investigate.

Mm. I do not do missing pets.

But you do investigate clues

that other people have overlooked.

And that has yielded
answers in the past.

According to the public record,

and as seen in the many arrest reports

containing your name
in various capacities.

Have you read up on me?

Well, the way you announced yourself

on the tip line voice
mail indicated that

you thought the name "Nancy Drew"

would carry weight with the police,

and I was curious to find out why.

So then you know that I could help you.

I may have been solving crimes
for fewer years than you,

and my estimate is based
off your apparent age,

minus the average age
of a seventh-grader,

but I did train at Quantico

after completing my
psychology residency.

It's where I learned that the
most valuable tool we have

is our objectivity.

Given your history with
the town and the fact

that the body of the victim
was found on property

held in your name, your objectivity
will be compromised.

So I am going to decline
your offer of help.

But I do appreciate your
level of civic engagement,

because that is a quality
that I respect.

Which is what I was
trying to tell you earlier.

Uh...

Sorry.

Oh, my God.

Sorry, uh, Columbia just
emailed my admissions letter.

Huh.

Glad you finally found time to talk.

You know it's been seven days
since I asked you to marry me?

I know I told you to take a week
to think about it, but I...

A day, after the second
day, I at least thought

you would say something; a word, a hint.

But instead...

Who is playing "Cabinet Man"?

Let's find out.

_

♪ I hadn't yet been played ♪

♪ Inside my workshop ♪

♪ Behind the old arcade ♪

♪ Electric desires had
unraveled all my wires... ♪

Ace... since when are
you into Lemon Demon?

Oh, since today, when we found

this crazy LP at the thrift store.

We heard it was your favorite.

Okay, to be clear, I am very, very mad,

- and I'm still very scary.
- Don't be mad.

It's just an impromptu
gathering of friends.

Mm-hmm.

In front of everyone,
like you always wanted

and deserved.

George Li-Yun Fan...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

My answer's yes.

It's yes.

It always has been, with my...

with my whole heart.

But-but I, um...

I wanted to say yes with a gift

that would tell you something more.

Which is this.

No matter what tries
to get in our way...

I am never saying good-bye to you.

In this life or the next.

And...

I'm sorry

this couldn't happen earlier,

but I had to ask Victoria

to send a few things from China.

Mom got this from the village

where Grandpa and Grandma grew up.

She said the phoenix
and the dragon represent

a partnership of equals.

- Come on.
- Thank you.

- Congratulations.
- I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Grandpa Fan sent Mandarin ducks,

'cause they mate forever.

I love you.

I love you, too.

- Thank you.
- Say yes.

So, I hope you can
forgive the, uh, slowness

of my response, due to
international shipping delays.

And also, I had to go around
today and pick up the ring

after they finished re-sizing it.

God, I...

just think I need a week
to think about this.

I-I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.

Here, put it on, please.

Yes.

- I love you.
- I love you.

- I love you.
- I love you.

♪ You can't win me ♪

♪ I can't be b*at ♪

♪ I won't hurt you ♪

♪ Unless you cheat ♪

♪ You can't see me ♪

♪ Behind the screen... ♪

Nancy didn't bring anything.

I got the warehouse permit
from a favor I called in

from Councilwoman Darlene Fowler.

And I have sparkling cider
in the back of my car,

so I'll be right back.

I can help you carry it.

Yeah. Thanks.

What's wrong?

What do you mean?

You didn't even try to stop
me from helping you.

Normally you'd say something like,

"The cider's not that heavy",

or you'd rather do it all
yourself or something.

Well, maybe it's
exceptionally heavy cider.

Or maybe something's on your mind.

It's not about George and Nick.
They're great together.

The...

the Columbia admissions
portal opened an hour ago.

I didn't get in.

They didn't wait-list me.

They didn't say to apply again later.

Columbia just said no.

I'm sorry.

It's just...

I don't understand why
they didn't want me.

Nancy, that's their loss.

Some other school is
gonna see right away

how amazing you are.

Do you want to talk about it?

I don't know.

What is this?

Cat carrier.

It's my sign from the universe

that I'm supposed to
stay in Horseshoe Bay

and find missing cats.

I don't think that qualifies
as a sign from the universe.

A sign from the universe
would be more like...

Please stand back, thank you.

Okay, well, it's clear

the k*ller is targeting Nancy.

The first body was at her carnival,

the second one's on her car.

They're acting like a cat
leaving gifts for her.

God, I'm so sorry this r...

interrupted your guys's engagement.

It is not your fault. I had Jesse
take Ted and Charlie home.

It's fine.

- ... tell us something.
- Yeah, is it safe to be outside?

What are you gonna do to catch them?

It's against protocol for us to answer

any questions at this time.

- And you are?
- Who are you?

What does Nancy have to say?

I know you're all scared,

and we don't have any answers yet.

but the clues are out there,

and so is the truth.

The cops will find it.

And what if they don't? Will you?

Let's get out of here.

- So you got the smoky on the end.
- Uh-huh, this one?

This middle guy is the best.

Middle guy's sweet, you know?

This is why I got variety.

I should have trusted
you from the start.

I have a list of backup schools.

It's just...

I was so sure

that this one was where I wanted to go

and figure it all out.

Hmm.

Guess the point is just

to go elsewhere, right?

If it's what you want.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll, um...

I could start some supplemental
essay prompts this weekend

or something.

I can help you proofread.

Thanks.

Oh, hi.

Darlene, um...

The town council would be
honored to have you serve

as our first Community Police Liaison.

It's mostly about, you know, relaying

council notes via email newsletter.

But there's room for independent
projects, at your discretion.

I thought the election
wasn't until next week.

We had an emergency meeting.
The vote was unanimous.

There's no one else in town
who can do what you do.

You're our homegrown sleuth.

I got pretty choked up the day
I joined the town council, too.

Congratulations, Nancy.

Oh, thank you.

You won.

- Sweet!
- Yay!

- Nice.
- Um...

... this town is where I belong.

It's my home and my heart.

And I'm not gonna run from it anymore.

I'll grow where I've been planted.

Starting with catching
a serial k*ller...

... and dealing with my centuries-old

ancestor-witch on the loose.

Your centuries-old what on the loose?