NARRATOR: Previously, on Hardy Boys...
[clattering] CAPTAIN: I found it.
You said you'd pay more than the others.
‐ I lied. [firing]
‐ I was on your fishing boat. The Astghik.
I was the only one who survived.
LAURA: Where are you now? Okay, stay there, and‐‐
Um, I gotta go. The kids are ready.
‐ Who was that?
LAURA: Oh, oh, oh. Gosh, I almost forgot. And if I don't, then you'll lose.
MRS. KHAN: Your wife was a journalist. FENTON: Not in the last couple of years.
‐ Fent, it's Laura.
GLORIA: Nobody understands, do they?
One minute they're there, then the next minute, they're...
‐ I need you boys to pack up your stuff tomorrow.
We're gonna move to Bridgeport for the summer.
BIFF: Where are you guys from?
‐ Where are you from?
‐ Here. CALLIE: The fishing boat that went down a couple weeks ago...
Your dad's a detective. Maybe he knows.
MRS. KHAN: To find your wife's killer, it's a trail that must be followed.
FRANK: We gotta help Dad.
We're gonna find out what happened to Mom.
[dinging]
CAPTAIN [on intercom]: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.
We'll be starting our descent shortly,
and we'll have you at the gate, uh, in about 35 minutes.
MAN: Excuse me, miss? Hey, miss? ‐ Mm‐hmm?
‐ Can I have another one, please? ‐ Of course.
Would you like a cup? ‐ No, I, I got one.
‐ There you go. ‐ Thank you.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Anything over here?
‐ Nervous flyer.
[pouring]
[dinging]
CAPTAIN: Ladies and gentlemen,
we are going to be passing through some rough air,
so I am turning on the seat belt sign.
Please return to your seats and remain seated
until the seat belt sign is switched off.
‐ Can't...
Can't...
I can't breathe.
[grunts]
[grunting]
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Sir. ‐ I just, I need my, uh...
...inhaler.
‐ Sir, I need you to sit down, please.
‐ It's fine, it's fine.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Oh. Oh!
Oh, are you all right, sir?
MAN: I'm... I'm okay.
Sorry.
‐ Sir, you should probably take a seat‐‐ ‐ I'm okay. Just gonna use the bathroom now.
Excuse me. Just gotta take some medication.
[door slams] [sign clacks]
[water running]
‐ Sir, let me help you.
Uh, please let me, sir.
[unzipping]
The seat belt sign is on. You have to take a seat‐‐
‐ He took my bag.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Sir. Sir, please. Have a seat.
[door rattling]
Sir, please sit down. ‐ Open the door.
‐ But there's someone in there right now. [distant whooshing]
[grunts] [door clattering]
[grunts]
‐ He's in the hold.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: We're de‐pressurizing.
[air hissing]
‐ The fat suit was the parachute.
How'd you not get that? ‐ We all got that.
‐ The guy got on a plane with this fake mustache,
and then jumped off at 10,000 feet.
Are you guys hearing this? ‐ Hey, Phil.
Chill.
‐ Who invited this kid? ‐ I live here.
And you're like a year older than me.
‐ And then he just vanishes?
How does nobody see where he landed?
JOE: I don't know. Maybe he's a spy or something.
Or a superhero. FRANK: Or a fugitive.
If he wasn't before, then he sure is now.
CHET: Maybe he was just crazy, and wanted a way out.
‐ He wasn't crazy. He knew exactly what he was doing.
‐ What?
‐ I mean, he waited for the plane to be low enough
so there'd be oxygen when he jumped out,
and he was smart enough to get a parachute on board.
He got on that plane to do something. Something important.
And jumping was the only way for him to escape.
CHET: His dad's a detective.
‐ That's not genetic.
‐ Okay, I know where you guys come from, everybody's a criminal,
but this town sees a little less action than that.
JOE: Really?
'Cause we've only been here a week,
and I've already had somebody hold me at knife point.
CHET: Ern's not a bad guy...
I went to school with the kid.
He wouldn't hurt anybody. He was just scared.
‐ Yeah. Of what?
FRANK: Joe, come here. Come look at this.
This is from Mom's pad.
She wrote this the day that she died.
‐ Astghik? CHET: Astghik.
Isn't that Ern's boat?
‐ Yeah. Why would she even care about that?
‐ Do you have any idea where Ern might have run off to?
FENTON: Don't even think about it.
‐ He held a knife to Joe, Dad.
‐ That's right. That means he's dangerous.
That means you're not going after him.
The police will take care of it.
Do you mind letting me out?
‐ Yeah, yeah.
‐ On your way to the airport, Mr. Hardy?
FENTON: I have to, uh, pick up a few things for my trip.
‐ Hey, Chet. Wait up. CHET: Yeah.
[car door opens]
‐ Can you help me out with one more thing?
‐ What, you got more boxes to move?
[car door closes]
‐ No, I wanna tail my dad.
[car engine starts]
‐ Fen. [laughs]
‐ Thanks for making the drive, Sam.
‐ Of course, man. Whatever I can do. [sighs]
‐ Did you find anything? ‐ Not much.
But enough to make me think that you need to be careful.
CHET: So, who's this guy?
FRANK: It's my dad's old partner.
‐ What do you think they're talking about?
‐ I bet it's undercover stuff.
Like dirty cops and dope dealers.
‐ I looked in on the woman who hired you to find her nephew.
She's Kanika Imani Khan.
Ultra‐rich, supporter of the arts,
and education‐‐ ‐ And the part that's not in the papers?
‐ Nobody knows where the money came from.
She's got her finger in a lot of pies.
Ties to some dodgy politicians, organized crime...
Nothing conclusive, but...
‐ But you think she's setting me up?
‐ Fen, sometimes you jump before you think.
‐ Her nephew called Laura three times from Bridgeport on the day she died.
And then he got on an airplane.
I gotta do this, Sam.
‐ All right.
‐ Okay. We can go now.
[sighs]
♪ video game music playing on TV ♪
‐ Anybody know where my passport is?
TRUDY: Um, upstairs on the table in the hall.
JOE: Where are you going? We're in the middle of a game! ‐ Shh!
Can you open this? ‐ I can open anything.
This'll work.
Is this about Mom? ‐ I think so.
‐ You think, or you know?
‐ I think. I mean, I'm not sure.
I saw Dad talking to his old partner today.
‐ What were they talking about?
‐ Well, I don't know. If I knew that,
we wouldn't be breaking into his briefcase, would we?
‐ Dad's gonna kill us if he finds out we were in his stuff.
‐ Okay. Then go keep watch.
‐ What is it?
‐ It's the woman who hired Dad. Mrs. Khan.
‐ He's coming. Close it.
[Fenton sighs]
‐ What's all this?
‐ Ah. Always travel in a suit.
They treat you better.
‐ You look like Dad. [Fenton chuckles]
‐ Not possible, because Dad was old.
[video game beeping]
Okay, boys.
‐ Looking good, Dad.
‐ Are you gonna tell us what you're doing over there?
‐ Well, it's a missing person's case.
Hopefully I'll be back on the plane by Friday.
‐ It's a missing person who talked to Mom the day she died.
TRUDY: What's he talking about?
‐ Boys, you know. They see a mystery where there's none to see.
I love you, Trudy. I'll call you when I arrive. [horn honks outside]
You want to see me to the cab? ‐ Yeah.
FENTON: Okay. Tell me what you think you know.
FRANK: The accident might not have been an accident,
and it's got something to do with these Khans.
JOE: She was investigating something.
‐ Someone Mom was talking to on the phone. Someone, someone who told her.
‐ Why aren't you telling us? FENTON: Whoa, whoa.
I don't know what happened to your mother, all right?
Also, why were you spying on me?
‐ We weren't spying. ‐ Yeah. We just overheard something.
And we didn't move, so if anything, we were just lazy.
‐ Guys, the way that you're feeling...
I'm feeling that way, too.
And you're not gonna like this next part.
If, and this is a very big if,
something happened to your mom,
then the best way I have of finding out is to take this case.
If I can find this Rupert Khan, then...
he might know what she was looking into that last day.
All right?
Come here. Bye, son.
Look after your brother, okay? ‐ Okay.
‐ Aw. [laughs]
And, um, don't break into my briefcase again.
‐ I told you that lock was no good. ‐ Mm? Ah.
[engine starts]
JOE: Wait, wait, wait.
I brought you something to read if you get bored on the plane.
‐ Oh. ‐ Captain Decay. The defender of debris.
The prince of putrescence.
[laughs] It is one of my favorites.
‐ That's good. I like that. And I look forward to that.
Come here. [kisses]
‐ Bye, Dad.
[engine rumbling]
♪ theme music playing ♪
♪
All right. I'm full.
‐ Here you go.
Try this. It's a secret concoction.
‐ I don't know.
‐ Come on. Who doesn't like floats?
‐ What's in it?
‐ A secret recipe.
Maple bacon.
Aah. What do you think?
‐ I think it's genius. [Wilt laughs]
‐ It's on me. [bell on door jingling]
♪ pop song playing ♪
[video game beeping]
[indistinct chatter, laughing]
Okay.
‐ I've got a sandwich, too.
‐ Oh, that's nice. Uh, $9.25.
‐ How much for that map on the wall?
‐ Oh. The rest of your twenty will be good.
‐ You're ripping me off.
‐ It's a classic.
‐ Where'd you get twenty bucks?
‐ A girl can't have a little walking around money?
‐ How far are you walking?
‐ Keeping asking questions, you'll talk yourself out of a free lunch.
‐ Shaving cream. [bell on door jingles]
Dads are pretty picky about that stuff. [door closes]
‐ No dad. Just her and her mom, Deputy Hooper.
‐ Wilt, I gotta go. I'll see you later.
♪ mysterious music playing ♪
♪
JB: You get the jerky?
Right.
What else you got?
Nice.
Good work.
Who's your friend?
‐ What?
‐ You can come out now.
And don't run.
[grunts] I don't wanna have to chase you.
‐ I'm so sorry. I didn't know he was following me.
Joe.
What are you doing here?
JOE: Shaving cream?
Really? ‐ This is the last time I buy you lunch.
Why did you follow me?
‐ I was looking for someone.
‐ You and me both.
‐ Who are you looking for?
‐ You first.
‐ What happened to your leg?
‐ Well, I was on a boat. Went down.
Pretty sure I'm the only one who made it off.
‐ The Astghik?
‐ That's right.
‐ So you know Ern.
‐ Ern who?
‐ You weren't on any fishing boat.
‐ Wait, wait. Ern? Ernie?
Yeah, of course I know Ernie. How do you know him?
BIFF: He pulled a knife on him on the other night.
‐ Biff.
JB: He's probably just as scared as I am.
Yeah, what happened to him... Us... It's...
[sighs] Is he okay?
‐ I don't know.
He ran off.
‐ Okay. Look.
[clears throat]
I jumped off the boat with this radio.
It's all busted, but if I can get it fixed,
I can call somebody I can trust to get off this beach.
You any good with radios?
JOE: I'd have to get my tools.
Let me see what I need.
‐ What's your name? ‐ Joe.
Can I trust you, Joe?
‐ Can I trust you?
[laughs]
[motor rumbling] [ambulance blaring]
[muffled chattering]
[door creaks open]
[door closes]
♪ mysterious music playing ♪
♪
[sliding]
[thuds]
‐ You took your sweet time.
JOE: My bedroom's not a hardware store.
‐ You're the one who butted into my deal.
‐ So how'd you find this guy?
‐ I was walking on the beach.
I saw his camp, and started talking to him.
He offered me a month's allowance if I get some stuff from the store.
‐ You don't seem like a cop's daughter.
‐ You don't seem like a cop's son.
What's your problem with him?
‐ I just think there's more going on.
And I don't think he was on that boat.
‐ Then why are you helping him?
‐ 'Cause I wanna find out what he's hiding.
‐ Well, I know he pays cash. That's good enough for me.
♪
[waves lapping]
[lid closes] [latch clicks]
‐ Success?
[clatters]
Thank you.
‐ So who are you trying to call?
‐ Uh, it's less calling and more like I'm listening.
BIFF: To who?
‐ Perfect.
JOE: So who are you? Really?
JB: I was never on the Astghik. Okay?
I read about the story in the paper a couple of weeks ago.
Thought it would make a pretty good cover.
‐ So what are you, like, a spy or something?
‐ Or a smuggler?
[chuckles]
‐ A delivery guy.
The only problem is that
I don't know who my buyer is,
so I need this radio to work,
so I can pinpoint the drop.
That being said, probably would have been best
if I never took this job to begin with.
But, hindsight being 20/20... [sucks teeth]
[chuckles]
‐ How do you know the people who hired you are really broadcasting?
JB: I don't.
But I have faith.
Your name engraved. That's cute.
‐ My mom says faith is something you choose to have.
JB: That sounds correct.
I'll tell you what. This works out,
you can tell your mom she was right.
‐ She's dead.
‐ I'm sorry, kid.
Yeah, my mom died when I was your age.
‐ Do you still miss her?
‐ Only when I'm awake.
‐ Here. Let me do it.
Fingers are too big.
‐ "Rupert, things are moving faster."
Laura...
What were you up to?
♪ ominous music playing ♪
♪
[grunts] [crashing]
[clanging]
[grunting] [thuds]
[grunts]
[blow lands] [yells]
[panting]
Police.
JOE: And that should be...
it.
‐ Just like that. ‐ Yep.
[clatters] Let's see if it works.
There we go.
[static, chatter over radio] ‐ Hey.
Right there, right there, right there, right there, right there!
[beeping]
‐ Wait, wait. What are those beeps? They sound the same.
‐ It's Morse code.
Four...
Five...
Two... JB: Two.
‐ Three... ‐ Three.
‐ Seven. ‐ Seven.
‐ Eight. ‐ Eight.
‐ One. ‐ It's a one.
‐ Nine.
One...
Six... ‐ Six.
JOE: And I think it's just repeating now.
What does it mean?
‐ Coordinates.
Longitude and latitude.
Stoney Creek Park. Do you know it?
BIFF: Yeah, yeah. It's right in the middle of town.
‐ That's where I'm going.
Oof. Okay.
[grunts]
JOE: No, come on.
‐ Okay.
Okay, I guess I'm not going anywhere.
‐ So what now?
‐ Look...
You can say no.
But if you feel like making a couple bucks,
I could really use your help one more time.
‐ How much?
‐ Sixty.
‐ Eighty.
‐ I don't really have... 75.
Okay, 80.
‐ Deal.
‐ This was a lot easier when there was one of you.
Okay.
Tomorrow morning, take this envelope.
Go to Stoney Creek Park, right in the middle. Find a bench,
you put it under it.
It's a note. I'm just telling them where to meet me.
Can you do that?
‐ Seems easy enough.
‐ Come right back after, okay?
BIFF: Okay.
[birds chirping] [insects chittering]
[phone rings]
‐ Hardy residence. [beeping]
FENTON [over phone]: Joe, it's Dad. ‐ Dad!
What's up?
Did you read Captain Decay yet?
‐ Yes, I, I read the whole thing cover to cover on the plane.
It was a very long flight.
How's everything there?
‐ Good, good. Yeah, I met some new people.
FENTON [over phone]: See? Bridgeport's not that bad.
‐ Yeah.
‐ Are you, uh, staying out of trouble?
JOE [over phone]: Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just hanging out at home. You know.
‐ Good. Is your brother there?
‐ Yeah. Uh, Frank!
‐ Yeah.
‐ [whispers]: It's Dad.
Yeah.
‐ Dad, hi.
What's going on? You find anything out?
FENTON [over phone]: I might have.
Do you remember any stories that your mother was working on?
I mean, did you even know that she was writing again?
‐ Uh, no.
FENTON [over phone]: Well, I found something
that makes me think that she was.
And I'm gonna check it out. See what she was up to.
Frank, don't tell your brother. I don't want him to worry.
Okay?
FRANK: Yeah, that sounds good.
‐ Okay. I have to go.
‐ Just be careful.
FENTON [over phone]: Of course. I'll call soon.
FRANK [over phone]: All right. Bye, Dad. ‐ Bye.
[phone clicks in cradle]
[beeps]
[phone clicks in cradle]
‐ He's not coming back this week, is he?
‐ I don't think so.
MAN: Boys! Come on, boys!
[laughter]
[distant yelling]
♪ ominous music playing ♪
[static, beeping through headphones]
[beeping, static continues]
[phone ringing]
[phone continues ringing]
WOMAN [on phone]: Have you retrieved the item?
The buyer is losing patience.
As am I.
‐ The operation is still in process.
WOMAN [on phone]: Yuri says you let someone jump overboard?
A boy?
‐ He was injured.
I left him to drown in the sea.
WOMAN [on phone]: Well, he didn't.
He's in a hotel in Bridgeport.
Clean it up.
‐ I understand.
[slams]
[silverware clattering] [indistinct chatter]
PHIL: If I was in charge, this would be done by now.
I mean, how long does it take to find someone in Bridgeport?
Frank, you should have let me look for her.
I have great tracking skills.
I can find anyone.
‐ Do you ever listen to the things that come out your mouth?
‐ Yes. I have excellent hearing.
‐ Hey. PHIL: Well, it took you long enough.
‐ Shut up, Phil. What you got?
‐ So, I asked around.
My friend Jen's best friend's cousin's boyfriend
was visiting from out of town for his brother's wedding,
and he told Jen that he saw Shawna
working at the Dundurin Hotel.
As a maid.
‐ Nice work.
CALLIE: Thanks.
‐ Wait. Who's Shawna?
‐ Ern's girlfriend.
Are you leaving now?
‐ Yeah.
‐ Shawna's‐‐ She can be a little complicated.
‐ Okay.
‐ I don't think she'll talk to you if you show up solo.
‐ We'll just come with you.
‐ No, you guys don't have to do that.
PHIL: Face it, Hardy.
You need us.
‐ Okay. Let's go.
♪ "Blue Monday" by New Order playing ♪
[grunts]
‐ So, what now?
‐ We just blend in.
Keep your eyes open.
PHIL: This is a good job.
I like to people watch.
♪ drum beats ♪
♪ "Blue Monday" continues ♪
‐ "Thursday."
Four days from now.
‐ ♪ How does it feel ♪
♪ To treat me like you do ♪
♪ When you've laid your hands upon me ♪
♪ And told me who you are ♪
CALLIE: Shawna?
‐ ♪ I thought I was mistaken... ♪
‐ Callie? ♪ song playing through headphones ♪
What are you doing here?
‐ My uncle's staying here from out of town.
‐ Right.
Who's this guy?
‐ Oh, I'm Frank.
It's nice to meet you.
‐ Yeah, listen, I'm working, so‐‐
CALLIE: Wait, Shawna.
We're looking for Ern.
Have you seen him?
‐ ♪ Will turn away no more ♪
‐ No.
‐ You guys aren't still together?
‐ No.
♪ dramatic music playing ♪
Is that all?
‐ Shawna‐‐ ‐ I know you're trying to protect him.
He witnessed something, and he's scared. I get that.
We just need to talk to him.
‐ I said I haven't seen him.
Look, I, I really gotta go.
I'll see you around.
FRANK: She knows.
Did you see the way she adjusted her uniform after she talked about Ern?
It's a tell.
‐ Remind me not to lie to you.
BIFF: Come on, Hardy. It's no big deal.
We make the drop, and enjoy our payday.
You chicken?
‐ No, I'm not chicken.
[Joe sighs]
♪ mysterious music playing ♪
♪
‐ 'Kay, we're done. Let's go.
‐ Not yet.
I want to see who picks it up.
‐ I'll see you at Wilt's, deciding how to spend my half.
‐ See ya.
[indistinct chatter]
CHET: What are you doing?
‐ I'm blending in.
‐ Oh. Okay.
[door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
‐ I see her. She's in the lobby. [radio clicks]
FRANK [over radio]: Stay with her, but keep your distance.
CHET: On it.
[heels clicking]
PHIL [whispering]: That's not how you do it.
It's "roger" or "copy." ‐ Okay, shut up, Phil. Jesus.
[radio clicks, static] PHIL: Suspect is in sight. We're in pursuit. Over.
[static on radio]
[heels clicking]
♪
[key clicking in lock]
CHET: Come on.
‐ Hardy, suspicious activity in the basement level.
Ern's down in the storeroom. Over.
[whispers]: It's not working.
‐ It's not working? ‐ No. Ugh.
[key clicking in lock]
‐ [whispering]: Come on, she's coming.
[footsteps approaching]
[footsteps departing]
♪
‐ Hey, it's, it's locked.
Frank! Frank! [static over radio]
CHET: Is it working? PHIL: No‐‐ there you are.
‐ Where is she?
‐ She just came out that door at the end. It's locked.
‐ I got a plan. [antenna clicks]
[bell dings]
Uh, sorry to bother you.
I'm staying in room 215.
Alone, because I am an adult.
And, uh, you see, I have a, uh, dandruff problem.
I was wondering if you had any of those little bottles of conditioner.
‐ Yes, yes. Of course.
‐ Thank you.
Doesn't smell like flowers, does it? ‐ No.
‐ Would you mind getting me a few more bottles, please?
‐ Sure. ‐ Thank you.
[clatters]
‐ Oh, sorry. ‐ It's okay.
Here you are, sir.
‐ Thank you. Do you have any shampoo, too?
‐ Sure.
TRUDY: Boys?
Can you help me unload the car?
Frank?
Joe?
[crickets chirping]
[distant dog barking]
[keys jangling]
[distant children playing, yelling]
♪ mysterious music playing ♪
♪
[distant children yelling, playing]
[distant children yelling]
FRANK: Callie, Phil.
You guys stay here. Keep watch, okay?
‐ 'Kay.
I like your coat.
‐ Thanks. It's my dad's.
[door clatters open]
[thwacks] [grunting]
‐ Hey, hey, hey. Chet?
CHET: Ern, we're not... We're not here to harm you.
‐ We just want to talk, okay?
We believe you about what happened on the Astghik.
Ern,
does this mean anything to you?
That symbol?
[wood clatters]
‐ That's what got everyone killed.
‐ What do you mean it got everybody killed?
‐ That night.
It was one of my first runs.
It seemed like it was all business as usual.
You, you haul the fish, and dump them in the hold.
And then suddenly, the boat pitched to one side.
Something was caught in our net.
It was a... an old plane.
Hey!
There's something inside!
It's a box!
‐ Get it!
[clatters]
ERN: It had that symbol on it.
‐ Ern, did you see what was inside that box?
ERN: No. The‐‐ The captain wanted to keep it for himself.
It's... It's like he had an idea of what it was before he even opened it.
A couple hours later,
the tallest man I've ever seen showed up.
Had to be seven feet tall.
Shock‐white hair slicked back. [beeping]
Black leather trench coat.
[firing, bullets ricocheting]
He killed them all, Chet.
If what was in the box is that important,
they'll come after me again.
I thought the only person I could trust was Mrs. Estabrook,
'cause she owned the boat.
I figured she could make people listen.
‐ Ern, let us help you. At least let us take you to the police.
‐ No way. I, I am not leaving this place.
FRANK: Then we'll bring them to you.
They can protect you.
‐ Don't double‐cross me here, Chet.
‐ I won't.
I promise. I swear.
♪
‐ I gotta make a call.
Hi. Can I use your house phone, please?
[rotary phone dialing]
[phone ringing]
‐ Hooper. FRANK [oh phone]: Hi. It's, it's Frank Hardy.
‐ Oh, hey, Frank. What's up? ‐ Can you come to the Dundurin Hotel?
‐ Uh, I'm a little busy. What's wrong?
‐ We found the kid from the Astghik. He's hiding in the basement.
He's in there alone‐‐ ‐ Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down.
What kid?
‐ Ern Cullmore.
He's real scared. You need to get down here.
JESSE [on phone]: Okay. I'm leaving now.
[door closes]
Frank? Frank?
Frank!
♪ ominous music playing ♪
[phone clicks in cradle]
Hey, can you call the Coast Guard,
get me whatever information you can find out
about that fishing boat that went down.
The Ast‐‐ Ast something?
I'm going to the Dundurin Hotel.
[footsteps approaching]
♪
‐ Chet, come in.
[static] Chet.
Chet, you need to get out of there.
[footsteps thudding]
♪
FRANK [over radio]: Chet, come in.
Chet, can you hear me?
‐ Frank, what'd you say? ‐ Chet, do you read me?
Chet, you need to get out of‐‐ now. ‐ Frank!
‐ Someone's coming. Chet, if you can hear me,
get out, now. [static]
‐ Frank, who's coming?
[footsteps thudding]
[clattering]
[metal clanging]
[crashing, clattering]
[birds cawing] [insects chittering]
[waves lapping]
♪ mysterious music playing ♪
♪
[breathing heavily]
‐ He's gone.
♪ classical music playing on stereo ♪ [footsteps approaching]
GLORIA: Trudy. What are you doing here? Is everything okay?
‐ No, Gloria. It's not.
Fenton left the boys in my care,
and I don't appreciate you stepping in and over me.
‐ Trudy, I was just excited to see them.
‐ Well, where are they? They said they'd be home for dinner tonight.
‐ Well, they're not here.
‐ They've been gone all day.
‐ Trudy, darling, you don't have children of your own.
If‐if they don't know who the boss is, they'll just run circles around you.
Perhaps it's not the worst idea for the boys to stay with me
until Fenton gets back, hmm?
[scoffs]
♪
[door squeaking]
‐ [whispers]: Did you just get home?
‐ Maybe. ‐ Where were you?
JOE: You first.
[door opens]
‐ Oh, you're home. ‐ Shh, shh, shh, shh.
My Aunt Trudy's downstairs.
‐ What are you doing here? ‐ I needed to get off that beach.
What happened with the drop?
‐ Yeah, about that.
‐ Joe?
‐ I did what you asked.
But...
‐ But what?
‐ The chief of police sat at the bench and picked up the envelope.
‐ What? ‐ Shh!
‐ That's not ideal, Joe.
‐ I still did exactly what you said. ‐ You sort of did what I said.
‐ Eighty bucks.
‐ You better split this with your friend.
Don't be greedy. It's all there.
‐ I went back to your campsite.
Pretty smart using a parachute as a tent.
‐ What can I say?
‐ You're the guy that jumped out of that plane.
You're a fugitive.
‐ Guilty.
You're a smart kid.
And also an accomplice,
just in case you were maybe thinking about turning me in.
‐ What'd you steal?
‐ The less you know, the better.
Okay?
Keep it that way.
You did good.
[grunts] ‐ Your leg looks a lot better.
‐ Does it?
[JB grunting]
[latch clicks]
[sighs]
[crickets chirping] [dog barking in distance]
‐ Your dad trusted me to look after you.
To keep you safe.
[scoffs] I can't do that if I have no idea where you are.
FRANK: Sorry, Aunt Trudy.
‐ So...
Where were you?
‐ Uh, I went to that old hotel.
'Cause I really like historical buildings.
[sighs]
JOE: And I was at the beach.
Uh, I never thought I'd be a beach guy,
but there's still some summer left.
[chuckles]
‐ Seriously? You guys are gonna keep lying to me?
‐ I'm not lying to you. ‐ We were‐‐ I was actually at the beach.
‐ Okay. I'm in charge while your dad is away.
Do you understand?
So, be easy on me, okay?
‐ Okay. ‐ I'll let you know when I'm tanning.
[Frank chuckles]
‐ A box of your mom's things came today.
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I don't think you should open it.
But I'm not gonna stop you.
‐ Open it. ‐ You open it.
‐ Why should I open it?
‐ 'Cause Dad says we shouldn't go through his stuff.
‐ It's not Dad's stuff. It's Mom's stuff.
The Strange Tales of Bridgeport.
It's from the library here.
Joe, Mom signed this out the day that she died.
‐ What was she doing in Bridgeport? Why would she be here?
‐ There's pages missing. ‐ What are they?
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‐ "The Tragedy at Demon's Paw"?
‐ Never heard of it.
‐ Okay. Here's what Dad would do.
So, what do we know about Mom's death so far?
The day she died, she was talking about that boat that sank.
JOE: The Astghik. FRANK: Right. With Rupert Khan.
JOE: The nephew of the lady that hired Dad.
FRANK: To find him.
JOE: And there's the symbol from Mom's notes.
FRANK: This is the symbol Ern found on the box
that they pulled out of the water from the boat.
Okay.
We just have to figure out how this is all connected.
'Cause I know it is.
[crickets chirping]
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