NARRATOR: Previously, on Hardy Boys...
FRANK: Why did my mother's investigation
into Bridgeport's powerful families lead her to Rosegrave?
DEAN MCFARLANE: Because if you can control the future leaders,
you can control the world.
‐ You're making them sound like they're‐‐ ‐ A secret organization?
That's what they are.
‐ I think it has something to do with my grandmother and my great‐grandfather,
and this weird power that they have over everything.
I'm just glad that you're here, cause I don't think I could have done this alone.
JOE: Stop, stop, stop, stop! ‐ Whoa, whoa! Listen to your brother, Frank.
‐ This is JB Cox.
‐ I stole a golden idol from a killer,
and you guys cost me fifty grand.
FRANK: Your buyer has something to do with our mother's murder.
[grunts] [shatters]
‐ We got confirmation that this comes from a police‐issue jacket.
It's Collig's jacket.
‐ Aah!
TALL MAN: Where is the piece? FRANK: What piece?
JOE: Hey, stretch! [clanging]
[grunting] [car whooshing]
[horn honks] [tall man yells]
[tires skidding] [thuds]
[gasping]
‐ I swear I didn't see him. I, I couldn't stop.
What did I do?
JOE: Is he dead?
‐ Please, somebody get him an ambulance!
‐ Hold on, hold on. Don't go near him. Don't go near him.
‐ I have to see if he's okay.
This is my uncle's car and I just got my license‐‐
‐ What's your name? ‐ Stacy.
‐ Stacy, it's gonna be okay, Stacy.
‐ He's not moving. ‐ It's okay.
Joe!
STACY: I didn't even see him. I mean, I, I couldn't stop.
He came out of nowhere and I... [sirens blaring]
What did I do? FRANK: Just take a deep breath.
Okay? It's gonna be okay. [siren blaring]
[car doors closing]
COLLIG: Don't touch him.
What happened?
‐ He was chasing us.
‐ And he just jumped right in front of this girl's car.
‐ I, I couldn't stop. ‐ Officer, check for vitals.
‐ Is he dead?
COLLIG: Young lady, you're gonna have to come down to the station
with one of these officers.
Boys, you can come along with me.
MAN: Guys, get inside. Come on. Get inside, please.
♪ tense music playing ♪
[chattering, commotion]
JOE: You think he's dead, dead?
‐ I don't know.
♪
[car door closes]
♪ theme music playing ♪
COLLIG: Boys, you got lucky.
Glad to see you're both okay.
Now, any idea why that guy might have been chasing you?
‐ Probably to get revenge for capturing him on the Morton farm.
‐ Yeah, he kind of came out of nowhere.
‐ Nowhere.
FRANK: Nowhere. [door closes]
Is Stacy okay?
‐ Yes. She's in there getting checked and giving her statement.
‐ Right. ‐ Did he say anything to you at all?
Who sent him? What he's doing in Bridgeport?
‐ No.
Uh, like I said, we don't know anything.
‐ Come on. You gotta know something.
JESSE: Chief, I think they're tired.
‐ Hooper, why don't you go and get a report on our dead escapee
down to coroner's office.
‐ Will do.
I called your Aunt Trudy. She's on her way.
COLLIG: Now, look, this is the third time
this guy's come after you.
You gotta know something.
‐ The only thing we know is that nobody seemed to be able to keep him.
He escaped from the hospital,
and then right out of your jail.
How'd that happen, anyways?
‐ I'm still trying to figure that out.
‐ You know, my dad says that escapes are usually inside jobs.
‐ Joe...
‐ Your dad... Your dad's a good cop.
But he better watch what he says to young, impressionable boys.
TRUDY: Boys. You okay?
Thanks so much for helping, Ezra
Come on. Let's go home.
Come on.
What's going on?
‐ We have no idea why he's gone after the boys.
And they're not telling me anything.
So, if there's anything you can tell me...
‐ No.
‐ You want a piece of advice?
Keep those boys under control.
Because trouble seems to follow them.
‐ Thanks again for your help.
TRUDY: Come on.
[door opens] JESSE: Trudy!
TRUDY: Thanks for calling me so quickly.
‐ Of course. [car doors closing]
I hope they're okay. ‐ The man that was after them is‐‐
‐ He won't be coming after them again. He's dead.
‐ Call you later? ‐ Yeah.
[engine starts]
[distant siren blaring] [indistinct chatter]
♪ mysterious music playing ♪
‐ Well, he's not gonna be a problem anymore, ma'am.
JESSE: Hey, Chief? ‐ Hooper.
‐ I got that report that you asked for.
‐ Uh, great. Thank you.
[door slams]
[phone ringing] [indistinct chatter]
[folder thwacks]
[sighs]
[birds chirping] [distant dog barking]
‐ The paramedics, they checked you and everything?
JOE: Yeah.
‐ What about the girl?
JOE: Stacy?
‐ I saw her leaving the police station. She seemed okay.
‐ What a terrible thing for her to experience.
You boys, too.
If anything happened to either of you, I...
I don't know what I'd do.
‐ Aunt Trudy?
‐ Yeah?
‐ You'd miss me more, right?
[Frank chuckles]
Seriously, we're fine.
Stacy saved our lives. So...
She's pretty cool in my book.
‐ Speaking of books...
‐ Yeah.
So, your dad's not back,
and you need to go to school.
So, you are officially Bridgeport boys now.
‐ What?
TRUDY: It's not that bad. It's just till your dad gets back.
You can be the mysterious new kids.
Okay? ‐ Is there any way we could defer,
for like a year? TRUDY: Yeah, it's not happening.
Do you guys wanna watch a movie? Popcorn?
‐ Yeah.
‐ How can we even think about school now?
‐ At least we don't have to worry about being hunted anymore.
♪
[door opens]
[typewriter keys clacking]
BIFF: Dinner is served.
JESSE: Pastrami? ‐ Mm‐hmm. With extra mustard.
‐ [exhales] Kid of the year.
Guess you heard? ‐ About Tall Man?
Yeah. I called Joe before I came here.
He seemed okay. ‐ That's good.
‐ But I don't think he is.
Do you trust Chief Collig?
‐ Of course.
‐ And cops have, like, a code, right?
Not to hurt those who they have to protect.
‐ What's this about?
‐ Just worried about Joe.
JESSE: And?
‐ And you.
‐ Me?
Elizabeth, talk.
‐ Okay.
Swear you to secrecy.
Joe and his brother think Chief Collig is involved in something corrupt,
with powerful people in Bridgeport.
And they think he was doing something shady last week
near the abandoned brick factory.
‐ What?
What did they see? ‐ I don't know.
But I just want you to be careful.
‐ I'm always careful. And he's the chief.
All right? He's always investigating something.
That's probably what the boys saw at the brick factory.
You have nothing to worry about, okay?
‐ Okay.
And this stays between us, right?
‐ Promise.
Let's eat.
[door opens, buzzes]
MAN: JB Cox.
[JB panting]
‐ This place has the worst security.
Do I know you?
MAN: I represent the people that hired you.
‐ And which I delivered, as instructed.
Someone came to pick it up.
You know, I'm still waiting on my money.
Do you know anything about that?
‐ You did not deliver as instructed.
You were expected to hand over the piece, as is.
‐ What are you talking about? ‐ It wasn't the idol that we wanted.
It was what was inside.
There's a piece missing. Where is it?
‐ How was I supposed to know there was something inside?
‐ That's not my concern.
Your delivery was incomplete.
And you won't get paid until you get the piece that was inside.
[grunts]
[thuds]
The next time, my visit won't be as friendly.
[door opens]
[panting] [door closes]
[exhales sharply]
♪ pop music playing ♪
‐ How many is that? ‐ It's only my second.
‐ Gross.
CHET: Wilt. ‐ Hey.
‐ Ready for this annual BTS brownie.
‐ Yeah, my favorite time of the year.
Bunch of mopey teenagers eating all my ice cream.
‐ What's a BTS brownie?
‐ Well, the consumption of the BTS brownie is a traditional activity
that the youth of Bridgeport partake in
to commemorate the last day of our freedom.
‐ We're in the end of the fun.
Long, languid days of hunting criminals,
and being hunted down by killers.
[sighs] Goodbye, fun.
[chuckles] JOE: BTS...
Back to school!
‐ Wow, we've got a real detective here. [chuckles]
We stuff our faces with brownies and ice cream
to lament the loss of yet another summer.
Join us. ‐ I could use some ice cream.
‐ You just had ice cream. ‐ I could use some more.
‐ Wilt, you know what to do.
‐ Okay, so what's the big deal with this?
CALLIE: Oh, well, it's massive. ‐ Frank, Frank.
Why don't you take your break now and join 'em?
‐ Really? WILT: Yeah.
‐ Thanks, Wilt. [glasses clinking]
‐ So, heard about that accident yesterday.
Can't believe that guy escaped from jail.
‐ And then he got smoked by a car. What did you guys see? Details.
‐ I mean, it's pretty scary.
One second he had Frank, then I smashed him with a trashcan,
and he got away.
Then out of nowhere, this car comes in, and bam.
‐ Smoked.
‐ Did you see who was driving?
‐ Yeah. Some girl named Stacy Baker.
‐ So, he's really gone, then.
‐ He's gone.
‐ I can't believe you guys saw a dead body.
[scoffs]
‐ Somebody change the subject.
‐ Okay, yeah. How about this?
As of tomorrow, we'll all be stuck in school.
‐ Yes! ‐ I think I've got Mr. Asher.
‐ Oh... Brutal. ‐ Oh...
‐ I heard all he talks about is his arthritis, and third divorce.
‐ Yeah, it's true. Oh, don't go to the bathroom on the second floor.
Toilets are always broken. Found out the hard way.
[chuckles] CALLIE: And if you can,
get a locker in the south hallway.
The north side has that weird smell.
‐ Oh, and make sure to join the AV club.
We just got a new projector. It's gonna be so bright.
WILT: Aah. There you go. CHET: Order up.
[excited chatter] There we go.
‐ Oh, wait a second. I forgot‐‐ ‐ Oh, no, no, no.
[laughter] WILT: Okay, never mind. There you go.
CHET: Thank you, Wilt!
‐ So good.
BIFF: Brownie. CALLIE: Raspberry's mine.
CHET: Where's this mango?
JOE: Mm...
[groans] Too much ice cream.
[whispers]: What?
Aunt Trudy, were you in my room?
TRUDY: Seriously? Me?
I wouldn't dare. That place is a mess. You should clean it up.
‐ Yeah. I'll get right on it.
Oh, what is going on?
♪ tense music playing ♪
[crickets chirping]
♪ somber music playing ♪
FRANK: Joe!
You ready for your first day of school in beautiful Bridgeport tomorrow?
Come on, man. It's not that bad.
What happened in here?
‐ Good question.
FRANK This is messy, man, even for you.
‐ I didn't do this.
‐ What do you mean?
‐ Someone totally searched my room. And it wasn't Aunt Trudy.
‐ They take anything?
‐ No. I don't think they found what they were looking for.
‐ You're sure someone was in here?
‐ Yep. They even looked in this.
‐ Who would have done this?
‐ I don't know.
But it's pretty weird.
What if someone's still looking for the piece from the idol?
‐ Do we tell Trudy?
‐ No, no. We can't.
You know what she's like when she gets freaked out. Okay?
‐ Okay.
♪ "99 Luftballons" by Nena playing ♪
‐ ♪ Bag of balloons with the money we've got ♪
♪ Set them free at the break of dawn ♪
♪ Till one by one they were gone ♪ ‐ First first day without Mom.
‐ ♪ Back at base bugs in the software ♪ ‐ Hey.
Remember when she used to put those smiley‐face stickers on our notebooks?
‐ Or the messages she used to leave on our lunch bags?
‐ Yeah. Like this? ‐ Couldn't help myself.
It's tradition.
‐ Hey, Frank?
I suddenly don't feel too hot.
Will you write me a sick note?
‐ No. I'm going in. You're coming with me.
♪
PHIL: Welcome to the first day back at Bridgeport public school.
Phil Cohen here, reminding you to sign up for extra‐curriculars
on the bulletin board by the sports trophy case.
[continues indistinctly]
‐ ♪ 99 red balloons floating in the summer sky ♪
♪ Panic bells, it's red alert ♪ [bell rings]
♪ There's something here from somewhere else ♪
♪ The war machine springs to life... ♪ MS. DIAZ: Tammy Deagan.
‐ ♪ Opens up one eager eye ♪ MS. DIAZ: Patricia Edwards.
Frank Har‐‐ Hardy.
‐ ♪ 99 red balloons go by ♪ ‐ Yeah.
‐ I, uh, I knew your mother.
Welcome, Frank.
Jimmy Hurst.
And you must be Stacy Baker.
Grab a seat.
Sam Lobello.
Nicole Ledger?
‐ ♪ And here is a red balloon ♪
MS. DIAZ: Chris Morton.
‐ ♪ I think of you and let it go ♪
TEACHER: Elements are categorized...
BIFF [whispering]: And he didn't come alive, like after the carnival?
You sure? JOE [whispering]: Yes, I'm sure.
TEACHER: How many valence electrons...
‐ I just saw him there on the ground, being dead.
‐ Wow.
TEACHER: Find the number, and its electron, each element listed...
BIFF: Okay.
[whispers]: Um, I have a confession to make.
Please don't hate me.
I told my mom that you and Frank suspect something of Chief Collig.
‐ [loudly]: What? TEACHER: Mr. Hardy?
Back to work. JOE [whispers]: Why?
‐ A little scared, okay?
He's my mom's boss.
And after we found the jacket,
I just want her to be safe.
‐ What if she starts asking questions?
It might tip him off to us before we can investigate.
‐ I swore my mom to secrecy.
She won't.
‐ Are you sure?
‐ She won't.
Also...
Here.
Keep this with you at all times.
‐ What's it for? ‐ To communicate.
If you ever need me, just call.
You know, for safety and stuff.
‐ Thanks, Biff.
JESSE: Hey, boss.
Thought you'd like a fresh cup.
‐ You've turned reading my mind into an art form, Hooper.
‐ I wish. ‐ Thank you.
‐ Long days, huh?
‐ Aw, yeah. I've been... dealing with a lot lately.
‐ I can't believe the craziness happening in this town.
‐ Yeah.
‐ [exhales] Reading up on our, uh, tall criminal.
‐ Oh, yeah. Um, well, I was just, uh...
Trying to figure out who he was, and, um...
how he escaped.
'Course, can be difficult with him being dead.
‐ I thought you said the case was out of our hands.
That we had no jurisdiction.
‐ Well, yeah. Of course, of course. Um...
I just wanted to inform myself.
I mean, the man died in Bridgeport streets.
I wanna be vigilant about what's going on in my town.
‐ Of, of course. Yeah.
‐ Yeah.
‐ Okay.
Oh.
I'm off on patrol.
I'm going to check out that old, uh, Matthew Brothers brick factory.
Got a report of activity there the other day.
You didn't happen to hear anything about that, did you?
‐ Uh, no, no. Not for a few weeks.
I haven't been around there in a while. Uh...
Who reported it?
‐ Anonymous call.
Maybe it's nothing.
‐ Yeah, yeah. Be nothing.
♪ tense music playing ♪
[door squeaks open]
[rain pattering]
[sighs]
‐ Brick dust.
[school bell ringing]
‐ See you all tomorrow.
[students chattering]
‐ Ms. Diaz.
‐ Frank. ‐ You said you knew my mom?
‐ I'm sorry. I, I didn't mean to react. I just, uh...
I heard about Laura's death. I'm sorry.
‐ Thanks.
It's cool to go to the same school she used to go to.
Makes me wonder what she was like when she was my age.
‐ Tenacious. Driven.
Loved baseball. ‐ Yeah, that sounds like my mom.
You guys were close?
‐ Uh, not at first. We worked on the school newspaper together.
You know, she had this certain knack of finding stories people couldn't see.
Yeah. Her intensity put people off,
but I came to admire it.
‐ Did you know a Paul McFarlane?
He dated my mom in high school.
‐ I, I did.
Yeah, he worked on the paper with us.
Your mom and Paul were quite the team.
‐ I just met him, actually, at Rosegrave.
He showed me around.
‐ Rosegrave?
‐ Yeah, I couldn't reach him afterwards, so I was wondering
if you had contact with‐‐ ‐ You know, it was so long ago, Frank.
I mean, memories become fuzzy,
and it's just‐‐ ‐ Right, for sure.
But I was wondering if you'd tell me what‐‐
‐ Look, I have to go, but you have a good day, okay?
[footsteps departing]
CALLIE: So, she got weird when you asked about your mom?
‐ Yeah. She didn't want to talk about it.
Super weird. CHET: Hey, guys.
This stuff is too terrible, but yet, I keep eating it.
CALLIE: Think it has something to do with Rosegrave?
‐ I don't know about Rosegrave.
Maybe something to do with my mom and her connection to Dean McFarlane.
She clearly didn't wanna talk about it.
STUDENT: Hey, come sit with us!
FRANK: Hey.
CHET: Who's that?
‐ It's Stacy. Don't be awkward.
‐ I'm never awkward.
FRANK: Hey. ‐ Hey.
‐ I'm Chet.
‐ I'm Callie. Hey.
So, what do you think of the school?
‐ All the hallways look the same. CALLIE: Mm.
‐ I circled one three times this morning looking for my class.
‐ That's our trick hallway for new students.
You passed. [chuckles]
CHET: So, Stacy, where're you from?
Please don't say Dixon City,
'cause we already got two dorks from there already. [Frank laughs]
‐ No, I'm from Franklin. It's a little town up north of Grisham.
My dad travels a lot, so I'm here with my aunt and uncle,
and that's the fascinating story of how I come to Bridgeport.
‐ I live with my aunt right now, too. My dad's out for work.
‐ Franklin. Uh, home of the Famous Funnel!
They have that crazy baker that makes funnel cakes.
‐ Oh, uh, yeah. Fendy's Bakery.
CALLIE: Yeah, yeah. ‐ Yes. Uh,
I don't have much of a sweet tooth, though. So...
‐ Stacy, I'm really sorry about what happened.
‐ Thank you.
Sorry. That sounded weird.
It's just, people keep asking me things like,
"What did he look like lying on the ground,"
and "What did it sound like when I hit him."
You have some really morbid kids at this school.
‐ Yeah, but you saved me and my brother's lives,
so, just ignore them.
‐ Why was that guy chasing you, anyway?
‐ Like we tell everyone, we don't know.
‐ You know what, Stacy?
You should try some of our school's brown mush lunch special.
CALLIE: Mm. ‐ It's some of Bridgeport's finest.
CALLIE: Tempting. STACY: Yeah, no.
CHET: No? STACY: No.
‐ Okay. Probably for the best. [Callie chuckles]
♪ pop song playing ♪
JOE: Wilt, I'm grabbing a soda and chips.
‐ Try the new snazzy cherry flavor. It just came in.
‐ You got it.
[Joe gasps]
What the‐‐ JB: Relax, Joey.
[Joe grunts] [clattering, clanging]
[slams]
JB: It's me.
‐ JB. What are you doing here?
‐ I'm sorry for the dramatic reunion. I just...
don't really want anybody knowing that I'm here.
How you doing? You look good. Is that a new backpack?
‐ I thought you left town. [exhales]
What do you want? ‐ That's a good question. Um...
I need the thing that was inside the thing
that I hid inside your bedroom, okay?
‐ It was you!
You were in my room yesterday! ‐ Yeah, I was in your room yesterday.
If you could just... focus on the thing that I need, because...
Joey, I, I know you have it.
‐ I don't know what you're talking about.
‐ Okay, I'm gonna level with you.
Um, if I don't deliver this thing,
my life is in danger, okay? So, I kind of need a little bit of help.
‐ I can't.
‐ Yeah. I, uh, I get it.
A good deal needs something of value to exchange.
‐ What do you want to exchange?
[exhales]
‐ You give me whatever piece is inside that idol...
And I can get you information on your mother's murder.
♪ tense music playing ♪
‐ So, JB doesn't have the information, but he says he can get it.
It'll help us find out who came after Mom.
‐ I don't know, Joe. It sounds a lot like he's just doing this to get what he wants.
‐ Well, I already told him that I'd bring him the piece tomorrow.
‐ Joe! ‐ I had to think fast.
‐ Now what?
‐ I was thinking‐‐ ‐ And look where that got you.
‐ That we need help.
Like, official help. ‐ Meaning what?
‐ Biff's mom.
‐ No, Joe‐‐ ‐ Biff already told her
that we think Collig showed up at the brick factory. ‐ What?
‐ She swore to keep quiet.
And I think we could really use her help.
‐ Do you really think Biff's mom is gonna arrest her own boss?
‐ I don't know.
But what I'm thinking is that I go to her after school,
and tell her that JB's back in town.
She comes back with me, arrests JB,
and whoever he's supposed to be delivering to.
And if it's Collig‐‐
‐ Then we catch him and we protect your lucky charm.
‐ Exactly. Good plan?
‐ It's not bad.
‐ I know. 'Cause I'm the smart brother, remember?
‐ No, you're not.
[exhales]
You're the brother who gets us into trouble.
JB is way too smart to fall for this,
and there's no guarantee that Biff's mom will believe any of this.
‐ Just give me some credit. [distant door closes]
I'm doing this. ‐ No, you're not!
TRUDY: Boys! I'm home!
How was the first day of school?
[Joe sighs]
[clattering]
[Trudy sighs]
JESSE: Thanks for inviting me over.
Work is really taking me hostage.
TRUDY: Well, I thought a cheesy movie
and some junk food would be just what the doctor ordered.
‐ For me or for you? Something's on your mind.
‐ One guess.
‐ Those incorrigible yet adorable Hardy boys?
‐ Bingo. ‐ How are they doing?
‐ I worry about them, you know?
‐ They're kids. Worrying about them is our job.
‐ I want to be their friend, but I also want to be a good aunt.
‐ You are a good aunt, Trude.
Look, every day, no matter what those boys deal with,
they come back to this house for safety.
You give them that.
You're their home.
[movie plays over TV]
‐ Thanks. Thanks for saying that.
‐ Hey, I get it.
I'm still trying to figure it out, too.
[sighs]
Now Biff is coming to me with info about...
‐ What?
What's going on with Biff?
[Jesse exhales]
‐ Biff said that Frank and Joe think that Ezra might be involved...
with something...
corrupt.
‐ What? Why?
‐ I don't know. That's all Biff told me.
And I'm only telling you because this involves all our kids.
‐ Collig.
What do you think?
‐ I think it was crazy, except...
I feel like he's hiding something.
It's weird. I feel like I can't even trust my own boss.
‐ You know what? We can't live like this. We've got to do something.
‐ You're right.
What should we do?
‐ I come from a family of detectives.
I'm gonna do what comes naturally.
Snoop.
[students chattering]
‐ Ooh.
Mm. Your mom is a baking goddess.
‐ Sure is.
So, you still gonna go to Rosegrave,
after all you found out?
‐ I mean, maybe.
Still kind of shocked by the whole thing.
It's crazy to think that the one thing
you wanted all your life is not what you thought it was.
But it's still a real prep school and it's still a really big opportunity for me.
So...
‐ It's your call.
And besides, maybe you won't have to learn a secret language
or a secret handshake.
But you'll probably have to get a tattoo, though.
‐ Don't make me rethink this. [Chet chuckles]
‐ No, you got a bigger decision to make.
[bell rings] [doors open]
Well, my class is there.
‐ I'm there. ‐ Yeah. See ya.
[students chattering]
GIRL: So crowded... Hey, watch where you're going!
♪ mysterious music playing ♪
[sighs]
‐ Hey, city boy.
‐ I thought I was officially a country boy,
now that I'm attending school here.
‐ If you can attend the Harvest Pumpkin Aura Festival,
and successfully not roll your eyes, then you might be a contender.
‐ I don't even want to know what that is. [Callie chuckles]
‐ So, where's Stacy?
‐ I don't know. I haven't seen her yet.
Why? ‐ I thought you two were hitting it off.
Bonding over the accident and being the new kids.
She seems nice. If not... ‐ Yeah.
‐ ...a little odd.
‐ Right. Well, you used to feel that way about me.
‐ Oh, I still do.
‐ She seems cool. Give her a chance.
‐ Yeah. Totally. She must still be shaken up from the accident.
‐ Yeah, that and it's kind of hard to start over somewhere new.
‐ I know. And if she's even half as resilient as you,
she'll be just fine here.
Okay, this is my class. Where are you?
‐ I'm gonna go see Ms. Diaz.
See if I can get her to talk to me.
Wish me luck.
‐ All the luck in the world.
‐ Ms. Diaz?
‐ Hey. ‐ Is now a good time to talk?
‐ My class is about to start, Frank.
‐ I just need a couple minutes. Please?
‐ Two minutes.
‐ Dean McFarlane said that my mom found out something that changed her
when she was in high school.
‐ I don't know.
‐ I think it's important.
‐ [sighs] Look, it was a little... strange.
One day she came in saying that she discovered something shocking
about her family, and the power structure of Bridgeport.
‐ Do you know what she found out?
‐ She said her family was running the town,
and she wanted to expose it.
She wrote a piece, but it never got published.
‐ Why?
‐ Staff advisor shut it down.
Laura freaked out. She thought her family had it shut down.
‐ And nobody did anything.
‐ I mean, it was a school newspaper.
I mean, we're all mad at our parents at that time.
Nobody thought anything of it.
‐ Is there a copy of this article anywhere? [bell rings]
‐ Well, if you are really interested, I would check the newspaper archive.
I mean, if it's gonna be anywhere, it could be there.
But it's a bit disorganized.
‐ Uh, where's the archive?
‐ The basement. Hope you don't mind mold.
‐ Thanks.
[frustrated sigh] FRANK: Stacy?
STACY: Uh, hey, Frank.
‐ You okay? What happened?
‐ Yeah, it's just kids making jokes.
I hear them talking behind my back.
Can't decide if I'm a celebrity, or a freak.
‐ Oh, definitely a freak.
[laughing]
Hey, it's a small town, and you came in big. It'll pass.
‐ Will it?
‐ People are still talking about me and my brother.
I can feel them looking at me with pity, so...
‐ Pity?
‐ Oh, um...
Yeah, my mom died recently.
‐ Oh, I'm so sorry. I, I didn't know.
‐ No, it's okay.
Um, it's been kind of weird for me here, too,
'cause she grew up here. She went to school here.
She's kind of everywhere I look.
‐ So we are both having the best start to school ever, huh?
[chuckles] ‐ [laughs softly] Yeah.
Um, and hang in there.
'Cause there's a lot of really nice people here in Bridgeport.
You'll see. ‐ Thanks.
Listen, I've got to get to class.
But do you want to walk with me?
‐ Uh, I have something I need to do, but I'll, I'll catch you later?
‐ Yeah. Yeah, for sure.
‐ Okay. ‐ Okay.
Okay.
[door closes]
‐ I hate this town.
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it...
I hate it.
♪ tense music playing ♪
Gloria Estabrook and... associate.
Huh.
♪
A nice, generous donation.
Very generous.
Okay.
PHIL: Joe, did you not want to come to the Conspiracy Theory Club meeting?
Hakeem's bringing pudding cups.
‐ Phil, your entire life is a conspiracy theory.
And how many clubs are you in?
‐ My interests know no bounds.
‐ Clearly. Look, man, I gotta go.
‐ Where? ‐ I gotta tell the cops about my own conspiracy theory.
‐ Hey, man. You, you dropped your‐‐
You dropped your walkie.
[sighs]
[car engine rumbling loudly]
[tires screech] [banging]
[car door opens]
‐ Hey, Joey.
[car door closes] This isn't your way home.
You weren't going to the police station to turn me in, were you?
JOE: What if I was?
‐ Guess I'd be a little bit disappointed.
I thought we had an understanding.
But that's okay, 'cause plans have changed.
‐ What? ‐ I learned something.
Something that's gonna get me paid, and out of this backwater town.
‐ I don't have what you're looking for. ‐ But you do.
You know where it is.
We're going for a ride, Joey.
‐ I'm not your accomplice anymore.
‐ No, you're not. You're my leverage.
[engine rumbling loudly]
[bike wheels whirring]
PHIL: Whoa.
[static] Biff.
Biff, you there? We have a situation.
We have a situation. [static]
JOE: What are we doing?
JB: Well, can't exactly drive up to the front door now, can we?
‐ Whose front door?
‐ Well, that would ruin the surprise... for you and for them.
[exhales]
JOE [whispers]: Where's my walkie?
‐ Wait, do you think that I brought you out here to kill you?
‐ Maybe.
‐ Seriously?
Joey, I'm not a killer.
‐ Ever? ‐ No! I've never killed anyone.
Ever. You actually thought I was gonna kill you‐‐
‐ You did just abduct me. ‐ I, I didn't abduct anyone.
This wasn't an abduction, okay?
It's gonna be fine, I promise.
‐ I'm not gonna tell you where the piece is.
‐ You don't have to tell me. But...
You have to tell them, okay? 'Cause if you tell them,
then I can get paid,
and you can get some information on your mom, okay?
‐ Are you taking me to Chief Collig?
‐ Collig? Why would I be taking you to Chief Collig?
‐ He was the one at the factory who picked up the idol.
‐ Really?
You're a pretty good detective.
Even if you thought I was gonna stash your body in a hollow tree.
‐ Please don't talk about how you'd do it. [car door opens]
[JB chuckles]
‐ Come on.
♪ tense music playing ♪
[gate clanging]
[clattering]
‐ Cooper... Diaz... Estabrook.
A list of all Mom's articles.
Three‐sixty.
"Estabrooks, Khans, Nabokovs: Secret Controllers of Bridgeport."
Three‐sixty, three‐sixty, three‐sixty.
♪ mysterious music playing ♪
♪
♪ tense music crescendos ♪
‐ Grandma? ‐ Hello, Frank.
‐ I need to see my grandmother right now.
‐ She's on a call.
‐ That's fine. I'll wait. Go get her.
‐ I'll let her know you came by. Time to go now.
[distant clattering]
FRANK: Joe? STEFAN: What are you doing here?
‐ Not so fun when somebody crashes your place, is it?
I'm here for my money. Go get your employer.
‐ You need to leave.
‐ No, no. You said if I brought you the piece, I'd get paid.
This kid knows where it is.
‐ Let him go, JB.
‐ It's fine, Frank. He's here for his own reasons.
‐ What are you talking about? JB: The kid wants answers.
Right, Joe?
Seems to think that whoever hired me
had something to do with killing his mom.
So, I figure that leads back to you, and your boss.
So, get Gloria Estabrook.
♪