♪
FRANK: Previously on Hardy Boys...
LUCY: I went into the woods with Dennis that night.
I broke up with him, and I left.
I didn't want him to remember everything.
- You need to give me The Eye.
The more you use it, the more you're putting yourself
and everybody you care about at risk.
- What are you talking about? - I am talking about Stratemeyer.
They can trace it.
- What's the matter, kid? It's not what you were expecting?
- You're a war hero?
We found Dennis' tape. It's really water damaged.
- I can fix this.
- I thought you had a date. BRIAN: Yeah, I'm on it.
Belinda, this is my friend Angela.
- I've heard so much about you, Belinda.
SAM: McFarlane named his boat "Ellie."
As in L-E. As in...
FENTON: Laura Estabrook.
CALLIE: Okay. Here goes. [clicking]
[whirring] He's being chased!
- Dennis definitely saw something he wasn't supposed to.
JOE: What's that white thing beside it? CALLIE: That says H2O2.
That's hydrogen peroxide.
FRANK: Dennis saw someone making a bomb.
There's going to be an attack on Bridgeport!
♪
[insects chirping]
[metal rattling, clicking]
♪
[click]
[gate creaks, shuts]
[water lapping]
[dock creaking]
♪
[man struggling to breathe]
- McFarlane.
McFarlane!
What happened? Hey.
Hey! What happened?
- [gasps] She... she knew.
- Who knew? [groaning]
Who did this to you?
Hey! [groaning]
[labored breathing] [click, thud]
- Keep it... safe...
[truck rumbling]
- McFarlane.
♪
[dial tone]
[phone clicks] SAM: Detective Peterson.
- Hey, Sam, it's me. I'm at the marina. McFarlane's dead.
- I thought you were just gonna talk.
- I didn't get the chance. Someone poisoned him.
- Get out of there. I'm gonna send someone out to Gresham.
- Thanks.
[insects chirping] [distant horn]
[keys jingling, opens door]
[distant horn]
[sighs] [shuts door, starts engine]
[gun cocks]
♪
WOMAN: Drive. [sighs]
- Anywhere in particular?
- Dixon City.
- That's hours away from here.
- Then we better get moving.
[sighs]
JOE: Now! No. [VCR clicking]
- I know. [VCR whirring]
- Stop! No... - Joe, I know.
[whirring, click] JOE: There! No. Frank,
pause it when the bomber crosses the frame.
- What do you think I'm trying to do?!
- Go frame by frame. - I can't go frame by frame.
JOE: Wait, what's that blur? Is that new?
- No, no, no, no. That's the hydrogen peroxide again. Watch, Dennis zooms in...
[whirring, click] JOE: Okay, here comes the bomber,
Frank. Be ready. It's fast. [static]
Come on, Dennis!
- He ducks every time, Joe! You know he ducks every time!
- Yeah, but the bomber's about to draw something!
You don't have one more frame? - I can't add a frame, can I?!
- Well, maybe it's because Callie spliced all of them out!
- Hey, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be watching anything right now! Stop!
[click] FRANK: Got it.
♪
What does that look like to you? - It's a patch.
For the school track team.
The bomber is a Bridgeport student.
- We have to get this to the police.
[grinding, clicking]
- What did you do? - Hey, it's eating the tape!
- It's all the splices you made! One of them came loose!
- Don't bang on it! It was working just fine
until Frank started cranking it back and forth!
- If I hadn't have cranked on it, we wouldn't have seen what we saw!
- Are you insane?!
Do you have any idea what time it is?
[heavy breathing] It's Demon Day,
and I have to be up so early to work on Vanessa's gown,
so there better be a damn good reason for all the yelling and banging.
[heavy breathing]
- Promise you won't be mad.
- I don't look mad to you? What is going on?!
- You should've brought this to me right away!
- That's what I said to them.
- You knew about this? - Oh, uh,
I knew they were investigating. I didn't know, uh... Fenton wanted--
- Fenton knew about this, too?
[sighs] You and I are gonna talk about this later.
- We didn't know what was on the tape when we found it.
- Yeah, and we just... We didn't wanna waste your time
in case it was nothing. - We just wanted to find out
what happened to Dennis. We didn't know we'd uncover a bomb plot.
- That's not the point. - Yes, exactly.
That's what I said to them. We're on the same page, you and I.
- We're still going to talk later.
This is my job. Trust me to do it.
Okay?
RILEY [on radio]: We're bringing him in now, Chief.
[radio static] - Who are they bringing in?
- Are you listening? It's her job. Trust her to do it.
- We're just trying to help. JESSE: I don't need it.
The bomb's been found.
- What? How?
[phone ringing] [police station chatter]
- We got an anonymous tip about a suspicious package
being loaded into a parked car.
The suspect's in custody. - Who is it?
- I'm going to hang on to this, in case we need it for evidence,
if we can't get a confession out of him.
- Out of who?!
Who's the bomber?! - Suspect!
JOE: Well, who is it?!
TRUDY: You know what? I'll come with you so we can talk about this.
How mad are you?
- Tom Elroy?
♪
[high-pitched ringing]
♪
[match strike, flame crackling]
[quiet chatter]
- Beautiful portrait, isn't it?
And the perfect frame.
♪
[gasps] [phones ringing]
- Tom Elroy is being framed.
We need to find the real bomber before it's too late.
♪ theme music ♪
[birds chirping]
[door creaks, shuts] [radio playing]
[plate clinking]
- You know, I'm not sure what all the sad faces are about.
The suspect's in custody Isn't that what you wanted?
- It wasn't him.
- Okay, well, let's just let Jesse and the police worry about that.
WILT: Okay. Black coffee and a burrito to go. On the house.
Happy Demon Day. Hm. - Thanks, Wilt.
I'll see you later. - You're leaving?
- Yeah. Mayor Krassner has to sign off on the gown,
which means I actually need to finish it.
It's been a long night. Just...
get some food and some rest, and I'll see you at the parade.
- See you there.
[door bell jingling]
[door shuts]
- There is no way Tom is the bomber. We need to figure out
who's actually behind this. JOE: It's got to be
the guy that attacked me for the tape. BIFF: He was wearing
a mask, right? How do we know it wasn't Tom?
- Why do you always do this? - Devil's advocate.
We can't just be gung ho all the time.
CALLIE: If Tom really is the bomber-- - He isn't.
- But if he is, he's already in custody.
So, let's work another angle. - Okay, but what if it's Tom?
- Seriously? An anonymous tip?
A bomb in the trunk of a car that doesn't run?
- Okay, fine. Who else do we know with a military history and a hunting shack
full of bombing materials? - He's a patsy!
The whole thing's been set up to look like Tom finally snapped
after all the nasty nicknames and rumors.
Like the Demon Helper was pushed to his limit,
and he's getting his revenge on Demon Day.
- Why would someone frame him before the bomb goes off?
♪
- Because we were getting too close.
Whoever it is is buying time.
If the cops think that they have the bomber,
the real attack goes off without a hitch.
- Is it really so hard to believe my mom got the right guy?
- It's not about your mom, Biff.
Okay, she's following the evidence that she has.
But we saw clues off the videotape that she didn't.
Like someone on the school track team
that was in Tom Elroy's shack with a map of town and bomb-making materials.
- Including fireworks.
What if the real attack is happening at the Demon Day fireworks tonight?
- It'd be easy to disguise a pipe bomb as fireworks.
- Wouldn't it be easier to use sticks of dynamite?
- Where would a high school student get sticks of dynamite?
- Guys, stop. A pipe full of flour and hydrogen peroxide is basically dynamite.
Once it ignites an oxidizes, it's real bad.
Surround that with fireworks and...
Way worse. - We need to shut down Demon Day.
- Absolutely not.
[band practicing] [crowd chatter]
- Why? You said come and see you if we need anything.
- I was being congenial.
Come see me for a tour of City Hall or a fun campaign lanyard,
not with some unsubstantiated theory
that's going to cause mass panic and ruin Demon Day.
- Yeah well, an explosion at the fireworks show'll put a real damper on things, too.
- Listen, kids.
The suspicious device has been safely recovered and disposed of.
The suspect is in custody. - We don't think he did it.
- That's nice. Can you prove it?
- Not yet.
- Then the festivities will go on as planned.
People come from all over to see the Demon Queen
and the parade and the fireworks.
The money we make off parking alone is enough to pay for the whole shebang.
We simply can't afford to cancel.
- I thought safety was your top priority.
- It is, and the economy and tough on crime.
- It's not tough on crime if you lock up an innocent person.
- You're putting money above public interest.
- I'm making morale a top priority.
- You can't have four top priorities.
- It's a complex platform. I don't expect you to understand.
Look, why don't you leave the politics to me,
and the detective work to the police, okay?
The town needs this.
The mine collapse, the Estabrook scandal,
now a missing-turned-catatonic kid?
- The people of Bridgeport want to exorcise
those demons on Demon Day.
- That's-- - It is time to celebrate,
and what better cause for celebration
than thwarting an attack on this great town.
We are done here. Happy Demon Day.
♪
- Okay, are you at least trying to salvage the videotape?
- If we can prove that Tom's not the bomber, that there's still some risk--
- Guys, enough! This is police work!
It's serious, and it's dangerous,
and I can't have you involved any more than you already are.
- We've got a development.
- Did Elroy confess? RILEY: No.
- He says the only person he'll talk to is Frank Hardy.
- He must be confused.
Does he mean Fenton Hardy? The private detective?
- No, he means the kid.
Stop smiling.
You're not going in there.
♪
It's not going to happen.
[door opens]
- I said alone. JESSE: Don't push it.
- Why'd you want to talk to me, Tom?
- I trust you.
Everything I say to them falls on the deaf ears of dumb cops
trying to coerce a confession.
- Just trying to get to the truth, Tom. - You work for the mayor.
Krassner's been after my land for years.
If I go to jail, he gets what he wants.
- So, you think Mayor Krassner's involved in this?
- All I know is I didn't do this.
I wouldn't build a bomb like that. FRANK: Right,
I believe you. I know you wouldn't hurt anyone.
ELROY: I appreciate it, kid. That's not what I'm saying.
I'm saying I wouldn't build a bomb like that.
♪
I have experience with explosives.
C4, blasting caps, det cord.
The real stuff.
The device that was found in my car
was made with flour and hydrogen peroxide and fireworks fuses.
It's textbook anarchist stuff.
- Something an amateur would make.
- The only hitch is the hydrogen peroxide.
It has to be a high concentration,
and it ain't easy to get. Has to come from a lab.
Military, pharmaceutical.
What about a high school chemistry lab? ELROY: Maybe.
There's something else.
There was somebody on my property the other night by my car.
Noise woke me up.
Never seen them before, but they weren't a student.
- What did they look like? ELROY: Sketchy.
Had his hood up, full beard, was wearing sunglasses,
looked like somebody busted up his face.
♪
- It's JB in disguise, okay?
He was spying on us at the movies.
I broke his sunglasses when I punched him.
- Y-you punched him?
- JB's still in town? BIFF: What do you mean still?
I thought he was in hiding. - No, he's staying at the motel,
and he's working for Stratemeyer Global.
They're not just a mining company.
They're here for The Eye.
- Again with The Eye. I thought we were done with all that.
- So, what, they still think it's magic or something?
- No, it's not. It's impossible. It can't be.
It definitely isn't.
So anyways, why do we think...
why-why are Stratemeyer spying on us?
- They think...
They think Joe and I have The Eye.
- Why?
FRANK: Because before the chamber collapsed,
we were the last ones in there. I was the last one to touch it.
They think I swapped it out for a fake.
- Did you? FRANK: No!
I don't want The Eye. I don't want anything to do with The Eye.
Okay? It's nothing but trouble.
- And when exactly were you gonna tell the rest of us any of this?
- You really want to talk about keeping secrets right now?
- Ooh, troubles in paradise. - Zip it, Phil.
- Shut up, Phil.
- So, what other secrets have you been hiding?
- Focus! We have a lot of threads to follow, and not a lot of time.
FRANK: We've got to divide and conquer.
I'll go talk to JB,
figure out how he's involved in all this. - I'll go with you.
- Really? What about the Lucy angle?
♪
- There is no Lucy angle.
- Since when?
She didn't want you questioning Dennis,
she lied about being with him in the woods,
and she was the last person to have his notebook.
Show him, Phil.
- Oh. Yeah, here.
So, I found this in Dennis' notebook.
It was a lightning bolt that was circled.
I don't know what it means,
but I think that's why he got attacked again.
BIFF: Lucy had means and an opportunity.
Plus, she's on the track team.
- Now we gotta think of the motive.
- Guys. Come on! Th-there's no motive.
Okay? She's on the junior team.
The patch for the logo of the junior team is white on blue.
The patch we saw in the video is-is blue on white.
We're looking for someone on the senior team.
- Oh, okay. Well, I didn't see the video, so...
JOE: So, she's not a suspect anymore.
Got it? PHIL: Got it.
- I'm going with Frank. - You should still talk to Lucy though.
She could tell us who's on the senior track team. I'll go with Biff.
- Okay, and I'll dig into the hydrogen peroxide.
I take chem with Mr. Johnson.
- Soon as you guys get the names of everyone on the senior track team,
we'll cross-reference with senior chem and narrow down a suspect.
- Which brings us back to motive. JOE: No, there's no time for motive.
Someone's going to blow up Demon Day.
- Okay, so we got to ask why? JOE: No!
The real question is, where's the bomb?
Could be with the fireworks, right? Go check the fireworks.
- Copy that. I'll go to the staging area and do some behind-the-scenes filming,
and if I catch anyone being suspicious, I can ask them what their motivation--
- No! Phil! PHIL: I'm just saying,
if motive is a concern... Is it a concern?
- Just... don't draw...
any attention to yourself.
Okay? J-just... [sighs]
snoop around. - Okay.
We meet back here in an hour. Let's go.
[birds chirping]
- Why didn't you tell me JB was still in town?
- Slipped my mind. - Really?
'Cause it's kind of important.
- There's kind of a lot going on right now.
- Sure this is it? - Yeah, this is it.
When we were fighting, his room key fell out of his pocket.
Room two.
- You know, I don't get it.
Why is JB working for Stratemeyer anyway?
After everything we went through last year,
I thought we were friends.
- There's something else I forgot to tell you.
JB said that Stratemeyer had a way of tracking The Eye.
He said if we use it, they'll know.
- It's got to be a bluff.
- What if it isn't?
- He's just trying to scare you into handing it over.
Look, if they could track it, they'd come get it.
- Yeah.
♪
FRANK: Oh.
Sorry. Wrong room.
- No, you've come to the right place.
But if you're looking for JB,
it appears he skipped town.
You should've done the same.
[tires screech] [doors open]
JOE: No-- Hey! FRANK: Hey! Hey!
JOE: Frank! FRANK: Joe!
[both struggling]
♪
[gravel flying]
[tires squeal]
WOMAN: Okay, we're here.
Stop the car and kill the engine.
[brakes squeal]
FENTON: So, is this just a regular old kidnapping,
or are you going to kill me, too?
WOMAN: I don't know what you're talking about.
- Your lipstick on that drinking glass says otherwise.
- McFarlane had information he believed would keep him alive.
♪
He was wrong.
- So, you're working for The Circle of the Eye?
WOMAN: No.
I'm working to destroy them just like you.
That is what you're doing in Dixon City, isn't it?
Pretending to fix up your old house
while secretly tracking down the remaining members of The Circle?
Trying to avenge your wife?
- How long have you been following me?
- Long enough to know that if you are not careful,
you're going to end up like McFarlane.
Like Laura.
- Who are you? - I'm curious, Fenton.
If McFarlane had been alive,
what were you willing to do to get what you wanted?
How far were you willing to go?
♪
[panting]
- So much more efficient to cut out the middleman, isn't it?
Of course, without JB, it would have taken us much longer
to focus our efforts on you two.
So, where's The Eye?
- We don't know.
[switch blade opens] MACK: Answer honestly,
and we can avoid any unpleasantness.
♪
- Okay.
We'll answer your questions if you answers ours.
Where's the bomb? What are you planning?
- No idea. None of your business.
- What'd you do to Dennis? - Nothing.
See? It's not so hard to tell the truth.
Now, you try. ANGELA: Come on, guys.
We know this is a fake. [clang]
- How could you possibly know that? ANGELA: Because if it was real,
this little doodad would be lighting up like a Christmas tree.
- Maybe your doodad's broken.
- It took us a little longer than I would've liked to get up and running,
but we've locked onto The Eye's energy signature.
We can trace it remotely.
- So, what do you need us for?
- Yeah, why don't you just lock on and go get it?
- For some inexplicable reason,
we can only get signal when The Eye's active.
♪
Like when you used it at your grandma's house yesterday.
Or the police station this morning.
Did you stash it in an evidence locker to keep it safe?
- You think an evidence locker is safe?
- [laughs] You're very sure of yourself, Joe.
I can see why JB likes you.
He thought you hid it on Tom Elroy's farm.
I figured you'd kept it on you.
Guess we were both wrong.
[heavy breathing]
Where's The Eye?
- I told you.
We don't know.
- Suit yourself.
We'll come back a little later and try this the hard way.
[crowd chatter]
[indistinct murmuring]
- Ow! Watch it! - Sorry. Hold still.
[overlapping chatter]
KRASSNER: So, you need teenagers to do your job?
JESSE: No, sir, but they do have a track record of being right.
- Have you seen the videotape?
- We're still working on it, sir.
- Bring me something concrete and we'll talk, alright?
In the meantime, keep pressing on Elroy.
♪
[click, creak]
- [sniffs] Anti-freeze.
[crinkling]
Oh my gosh.
- This is the car. Th-this is it.
Come on, come on. Come on. [opens glove compartment]
Who do you belong to?
Where is it?
♪
FENTON: So, exactly how long are we going to wait here?
WOMAN: Just a few more minutes.
I'm still waiting for an answer to my question.
- [sighs] I'm not a killer.
You asked what my plan was? Pretty simple.
Identify and expose all the members of The Circle,
not kill them.
- Don't tell me the idea didn't cross your mind.
[scoffs]
Regardless, I'm not sure The Circle will show you the same courtesy.
Cuff yourself to the wheel. I'll be right back.
- Seriously? - If you're not willing to kill anyone,
I'm not bringing you up there with me.
[sighs]
Alright, let's go, Fenton.
[zipping] Both hands.
Nice and tight. There we go.
[zip]
And I'll take these, so you don't get any ideas.
Don't go anywhere. - Yeah.
[shuts car door] [gate creaks open]
♪
[grunting]
[thud] [smashing, loud banging]
[man yelling] [woman panting]
- What'd you do? - Drive.
- No! I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened up there!
- And what is this? WOMAN: Go!
Go now! - No-- On second thought.
[tires squeal]
- Clover McCoy. - Nope.
- Tony Predo? - Nope.
- Juna Hayes? - Nope.
- How is that no one on the senior track team is taking senior chemistry?
- I think you just answered your own question.
- Maybe it's not a student. Maybe it's a teacher or a janitor.
- We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Um, Ken Blake?
- No... Nope. CHET: Coco Jones?
- Donald Dukay? BIFF: No.
Wait. Yes!
♪
- Seriously?
- Dude, what is that, strawberry?
Dude, what are you, 6? [car approaching]
You're eating strawberry. [car doors open]
- Hey, Donald Dukay. DUKAY: Oh boy, here we go.
What imaginary thing did I do to ruin your life this time, Kerry?
- Callie!
- Whatever. - You recognize that voice?
- Yeah, sounds just like the punk who lit up Tom's house with fireworks.
- No idea what you're talking about.
- Cut the crap, Donald!
Where's the bomb? What are you planning?
- Okay, now I actually have no idea what you're talking about.
- It's over, genius. We know you're the real bomber.
You're on the track team, you're in chemistry class,
and you had access to fireworks.
- Tell us where the bomb is so we can tell the cops.
- You think I have a bomb?
[scoffs] Why?
Because I like to mess with the Widowmaker?
Because I like to shoot off fireworks?
Can I go enjoy Demon Day now,
or do you guys want to keep being weird at me?
♪
- You have a blue car. DUKAY: So what?
Do you know how many people have blue cars?
My-my-my cousin has a blue car.
My ex-girlfriend has a blue car.
Hey, why don't you go ask her if she's the bomber?
While you're at it, you can ask her for my track jacket back, okay?
- Your ex-girlfriend has your track jacket.
- Yeah. She never gave it back when we broke up.
She's a little crazy. It was fun at first,
but it's kind of why I dumped her.
- Who is she, Donald?!
- Vanessa Bender.
[quiet chatter]
- Well, Vanessa, you look absolutely stunning,
if I do say so myself.
Enjoy your big moment.
- Totally. It's going to be a blast.
♪
[engine rumbling] [tires squeal]
[scraping gravel]
[engine stops]
WOMAN: Hey. [sighs]
[doors shut] What are you doing?
Get back in the car. - No.
We lost the shooters. I'm not going anywhere
until you tell me what is it you stole from them?
You know, I don't mind gettin' shot at-- - You don't mind being shot at?
- I usually have an idea why.
- You'll get answers soon enough. Get back in the car, Fenton.
- [laughs] Or what? What are you gonna do?
You gonna shoot me? You'd have done it by now.
[bang] [Fenton grunts]
- Hey. You don't mind, do you?
Next one will be an inch to the left.
♪
- Who are you?
- My name is Olivia Kowalski.
- Your mother's Anya Kowalski.
The fortune teller.
- Fortune tellers are a sideshow act at carnivals.
My mother has a gift.
In fact, your boys went to her for help with a case, didn't they?
- Keep my family out of it. - Circle of the Eye didn't.
They destroyed both our families, Fenton.
We have a chance for revenge. [Fenton sighs]
- I want justice.
- Keep telling yourself that.
With Gloria Estabrook in jail,
The Circle is vulnerable for the first time in years.
But we have to move fast because someone else is vying for control.
[sighs]
You know this. - Yeah.
- It's the same person who ordered Laura's death.
- Do you have their name?
- That's why you hunted down McFarlane, isn't it?
- Give me their name.
- First, I need something from you. - What?
- Your trust. [Fenton scoffs]
- Meet me tomorrow at the Grand Hotel.
[car approaching]
- Why don't you just give me the information now?
- 'Cause I have a little more work to do.
♪
[car door shuts] [car speeds off]
- Where's Vanessa Bender?! - On the float, why?
- We think she's the real bomber.
- What? Why do you think that?
- She's got a blue car, she's in chemistry class,
and she was wearing her ex-boyfriend's track jacket.
- "It's going to be a blast." Oh, that little...
- Where's the float now?
♪ tense music ♪
[paper crinkling]
TRUDY: The parade starts here, goes down Spruce,
cuts across Tradition, then on to Main,
across Seven, back on to Main, and goes all the way down to the water.
If I had to guess, I'd say Vanessa is about to hit Main.
What?
What are you staring at?
- It's a lightning bolt.
- Dennis must've seen Vanessa draw it on the map.
- The bomb isn't gonna be at the fireworks show.
It's somewhere on the parade route. - Not somewhere.
Here.
That's Dennis' drawing. CALLIE: What's in that radius?
- Uh, shops, restaurants, uh,
a law office, an alarm company...
- Wilt's. Wilt's. It's got to be Wilt's. He got broken into the other night.
We thought of some stupid Demon Week prank,
but nothing was stolen.
What if something was left behind?
- I'm going to call him to warn him. - We've gotta go after Vanessa.
- First, we call your mom, then we go after Vanessa.
Come on, come on, Biff.
- Where's Phil? - Where are Frank and Joe?
[struggling]
[panting]
[clanging]
- Can you stop?
- Just-- I almost got it. [groans]
[clanging]
[sighs] Okay.
The way I see it,
our best option is...
someone gets close enough to head butt.
- And then what? - I gotta think of everything?
- Joe! It doesn't matter. If we break free,
who knows how many Stratemeyer goons are out there?
- What are they gonna do? Keep us down here forever?
- No, I'm sure they'll kill us eventually.
[sighs]
- You know, I'm starting to think she wasn't bluffing.
That they really can track The Eye.
- Yeah, me, too.
- We're sitting ducks down here.
What if you have another one of your-- - [whispers]: Joe.
They could be listening.
- [whispers]: Panic attacks?
I was going to say panic attacks.
- Well, it's a good thing there's nothing to panic about.
♪ marching band ♪
[crowd cheering]
[clapping]
[muffled music, cheering]
- Oh, my head...
[sighs]
Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm in the trunk.
Help! Help! [banging]
I'm in the trunk! Help!
♪ marching band blaring ♪
[crowd cheering]
[panting] - Since when do you pick locks?
- I've been hanging out with Frank and Joe for too long.
- Or just the right amount. CALLIE: Okay, come on.
We gotta check everywhere. It's been two days, and no one's seen it.
- I'll check behind the counter. - I'll start back here.
- I'll clear the shelves.
Don't forget the freezers. The bomb could be tucked anywhere.
♪ muffled marching band ♪
[panting, rummaging]
- Guys, it was... it was moved.
- What? CHET: Robowar.
It was moved. I helped Frank move it back against the wall and plug it in.
[heavy breathing]
- You think the bomb's inside the game?
- There's only one way to find out.
♪ marching band blaring ♪
[crowd cheering]
♪ muffled marching band ♪
[beeping] - Oh my god.
♪
- We should call the police. JESSE: Don't touch it.
Don't do anything except get the hell outta here.
Riley, it's Chief Hooper.
I've got an IED at Wilt's.
No timer. Trigger's a garage door opener.
I need DCPD Bomb Squad on my radio right now.
[radio static] RILEY [on radio]: Copy that, Chief.
- Vanessa must have the detonator. She's getting closer every second.
- I need your help. Clear the area outside.
Get those people out of here. - Okay. Go. Go, go. Come on. Let's go.
- Move! Move! Move! - Get back! Get back! Come on!
[all shouting]
♪ marching band blaring ♪
[muffled shouting]
♪
- What are you doing?!
- My job! Go!
♪ marching band ♪
- Everybody, get back! Get back! Clear the area!
There's a bomb! Everybody!
I need you to listen!
There is a bomb that is about to go off!
[tires screech] - Ah!
- Vanessa Bender, don't you move!
♪
[sword clatters]
[both grunt]
[struggling] Stay down.
- Nice hit. - Yeah. Congrats to me.
Check her for a detonator.
- [giggles] You're too late.
[muffled crowd chatter]
PHIL: Lola...
[thud]
Give me that! Stop!
Don't! [both struggle]
BOMB SQUAD: Okay, Chief. I'm gonna talk you through this.
You're going to need to disconnect the detonator
from the power supply.
- No, no, no.
[both struggling] Stop...
Don't! [click]
No! [beep, fizzling]
[high-pitched whirring]
[explosion] [crowd screaming]
[alarm blaring]
[door opens]
[machine beeping weakly]
- Last chance, boys.
- Okay, we'll tell you everything.
[beeping stops] Just... come a little closer.
[sighs]
- Where... is... The Eye?
- I told you, we don't know where it is.
- Stop. Lying.
You know where it is, Frank.
♪
YOUNG GEORGE: You know where it is, Frank.
[high-pitched ringing] [heavy breathing]
- No! [gasps]
ANGELA: [laughs] Relax, Frank.
We haven't even started the hard way yet.
[beeping]
Huh. [door opens]
♪
[beeping continues]
[whispering]
[heavy breathing]
You're free to go.
There was an incident in town. A bomb went off at Wilt's.
- Was anybody hurt? Did-did-- ANGELA: I don't have those details,
and I don't want to add to the confusion by keeping you two here.
Go. Now.
[beeping continues]
- What, we're supposed to just forget about all this?
- I'm sure our paths will cross again.
Until then, I'm going to notify the police
that two nosy teenagers were trespassing on private property
and were detained for security reasons.
Just to avoid any misunderstandings.
[beeping continues]
[grunts]
♪
[beeping continues]
[panting]
- What the hell was that? You okay?
- Yeah, I am for now. The tracker works. She got a signal.
- Why'd she let us go?
- Because it wasn't coming from me.
It was coming from somewhere else.
- Come on.
[alarm blaring]
[panicked chatter]
- Did Jesse get out? - I don't know!
[panting]
- [gasps] Jesse.
[alarm blaring]
Jesse?! [Riley muttering]
[electricity crackling, popping] [yelps]
RILEY: She's over here! [gasping]
- Is she... - She's alive.
It looks like she took cover just in time.
The counter saved her. OFFICER [radio]: What do you need, Deputy?
- She needs an ambulance. OFFICER: Copy. There's one en route.
- Come on, what's the ETA on the ambulance?
OFFICER: Minutes away. RILEY: Stay with us, Jesse. Stay with us.
[alarm ringing] PHIL: Chet! Belinda!
It's Lola! It's Lola Burton!
- No, no, no, it's Vanessa. - No, no, no. It's Vanessa's car,
but Lola was driving it. She had the detonator and I tried to stop her,
but she got away. She has a mask and a cloak.
She has to be here somewhere. I...
[crowd chatter] [alarm ringing]
♪ dramatic music ♪
- Lola! Lola, stop!
Go get the cops! Go get the cops!
♪
[distant siren] [panting]
[distant siren]
LOLA: Get your hands off me! - It's over, Lola.
BELINDA: There's nowhere to run.
[panting]
- Nice timing, guys. JOE: Thanks.
Saw you guys a few blocks back. We pieced it together.
- Let's catch up later. I want to know why she did it.
- Go to hell. - You could've killed someone!
- The explosion wasn't supposed to be so big.
Vanessa must have messed with it without me knowing.
No one was supposed to get hurt. JOE: Oh yeah?
What about Dennis? - I didn't do anything to Dennis.
- Oh, I suppose that was Vanessa, too? How convenient.
- It wasn't her, either! I swear we didn't do anything to Dennis!
- Dennis caught you and Vanessa on tape planning the attack.
You chased him through the woods!
[siren wailing] [panting]
- We chased him, we didn't hurt him.
He was fine when we handed him over.
We just wanted the money. JOE: Wait, handed him over to who?
- Nope! No, no.
FRANK: What money? [panting]
What money?! [handcuffs clicking]
Lola!
♪
[gurney rattling]
- Mom?
Mom! Mom, can you hear me?
Mom?
Mom? Mom! - Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay...
It's okay, I got you. Biff, I'm here. Everything will be alright.
[sirens wailing] [police radio chatter]
[ventilator hissing] [indistinct PA announcement]
- She's going to pull through.
- What if she doesn't?
I don't have anyone else.
- Yes, you do.
♪
Your mom's a fighter,
and she's still mad at us.
No way she passes up a chance to lay down the law.
Let it out, Biff. I'm right here.
[crying]
[ventilator hissing] [machines beeping]
[on PA]: Thoracic surgery, call 156. Thoracic surgery, 156, please.
KRASSNER [quietly]: Alright, Deputy, let's make this quick.
There's a lot going on, and we need to get our stories straight.
What have you got?
- [quietly]: Tom Elroy's been released. He's not going to sue.
- Oh, finally, some good news.
- The girls confessed, but they're claiming they never hurt the Gilroy kid.
That someone paid them to do the bombing.
- Did they say who? - No.
Never saw a face. KRASSNER: Are they sure?
RILEY: Yeah. Whoever it is wore a demon's mask, used a voice changer.
- Alright, let's, uh, keep this quiet.
As far as anyone knows, the girls did it alone.
Can't have people thinking there's a maniac on the loose.
- Yeah.
♪
[insects chirping]
BELINDA: Wild day, huh?
You alright?
- Yeah. I mean...
Here I thought my life got crazy when the Hardy Boys came to town, but...
things seem to have gotten to a whole new level since you've been here.
♪
- Do you want me to leave?
- No.
I want you to stay for good.
[quiet laugh]
♪
[quiet chatter]
[siren wails]
- Something about all this still doesn't feel right.
This was bigger than a bombing.
- We need to talk about our fight.
- I was wrong.
And I'm sorry.
I don't care that you went to go see my grandma.
I mean, after today, it feels like such a small thing
when we could have lost each other.
I don't want to lose you.
And I don't want us lying to each other.
Or keeping secrets.
There's something that I need to tell you.
Something really strange.
- What is it?
♪
[video game beeping]
LAURA: Capture as many gems as you can.
[eerie noises]
[fire crackling]
There's one very special one.
[distortion]
[rumbling]
[thud] [Frank gasps]
- Frank, what is it?
- This is just the beginning.
Something worse is coming.
♪