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Previously, on
"Riverdale"...

If we divorce,
I can testify

against you in court.

And no one would believe that
the she-wolf of Wall Street

didn't know about the dirty dealings
going on in her own business.

Archie...

I'm staying in New York.

Ronnie... don't do this.

I'm not going to stop
looking for Polly.

I will get justice, Mom.

I have a favor to ask.

I have some personal trauma
that I can't access...

I need someone
that I trust

to just
watch over me.

You have to get
some real writing done.

I'll be back in the morning.

- Write.
- Tabitha.

Tabitha, don't!

Oh.

My God.

Uncle Frank, Kevin's dad said
there was a prison break.

Boom.

I overheard
some of my fellow inmates

saying
they're getting paid to trash

the town,
especially this school.

Only Hiram Lodge would
be crazy enough to do that.

Hiram's escapees
trashed everything.

They pulled wires from walls,
smashed circuit breakers,

even broke sinks and toilets.

How long till we
can get this place

back in shape, Mr. Andrews?

Well, we're looking at
at least three weeks.

And that's if I can
pull a crew together.

Count me in, Archie.

Well, let's get started.

I guess it's back
to remote learning.

Miss Veronica. Welcome back.

Smithers.

Oh! Is that my special delivery?

Oh, yes, it came last night.

Uh, there's something
you should know.

- Your father...
- Wait, let me get eyes on the opal first.

Uh...

Oh, Smithers...

My gem contact in
Ethiopia did not lie.

This blue opal is even more
stunning than I imagined!

And just in time, too.

I've got a buyer coming into
town from Montreal, Mr. Sand.

I can use the commission
from the sale of this gem

to start paying back
Chad's investors.

Something happened
while you were gone.

Your father's prison
was compromised.

What?

The town was flooded
with convicts

wreaking havoc and mayhem.

Hit hardest was Riverdale High.

Oh, my God!

Archie. Thank God.

I heard about the prison break.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.

I mean, the school's a mess, but
it could have been a lot worse.

How did things go with Chad?

Did he sign the divorce papers?

Uh... not exactly.

Chad threw me a curveball.

I could explain, but
for legal reasons,

it's better you don't
know the details.

I know, I'm sorry.

I really hate that I'm
dragging you through this.

I appreciate it, Ronnie,

but until you and Chad
are officially done,

I think we should
keep our distance.

I mean, we can be
friends, but that's it.

Not until those
papers are signed.

I... suppose that makes sense.

And I'm gonna be busy
anyway.

I told Tom that
I'd help him round up any

convicts who are
still causing trouble.

- Only when I feel like it.
- Well, you are legally senile.

Good
morning, sisters.

What are you so happy about?

Life, Cheryl. Everlasting life.

Whilst in prison, I
started my own ministry.

And now that I'm free,

I can see plainly that
continuing my good work

is precisely what this
wicked little town needs.

We'll hold two services a day,
right here on the estate.

A ministry.

Shouldn't you be hiding
in the walls again

per chance the po-po
come a knocking?

Actually...

Due to my active spiritual work,

I was up for early parole.

What we need is money.

Not some sham religion
created by and for convicts.

God is on our side, child.

When we start this
church, he will provide.

- Hello?
- Is this Betty?

Yeah, who's this?

It's Tabitha. Tabitha Tate.

Hi.

Listen, I know
this is out of the blue,

but I can't find
Jughead anywhere.

I was supposed to
watch him, long story,

but now he's missing, and
I'm worried about him.

Look, Jughead's been
known to go off grid

for days at a time.

But I can stop by Pop's tomorrow

and check in with
you if you want.

I appreciate that.

- Thank you, Betty.
- Yeah.

Give me all the cash
in your register! Now!

Okay, no problem.
Please just don't hurt anyone.

Give me the money!

Jeremiah Peterson.

Serving five to ten years

for two counts of armed robbery.

Well, it's about to be three

unless you can help us
find your fellow escapees.

Most of them are long gone.

High-tailed it out of Riverdale
right after the prison break.

- But a few stayed behind.
- How many?

I want a lawyer
and some more meds.

Maybe after he's had some
rest and some painkillers,

he'll want to talk to us.

Mmm. I'll look in
on him periodically.

All right.

Isn't it beautiful?

I was tracking this
opal down for months.

Finally came in.

It's sublime.

Well, isn't this a small world?

Wait.

You're those psychos from
Thanksgiving seven years ago.

Don't even think
about it, darling.

Hands up, both of you.

Dodger, smash and grab!

We'll take that, too.

Hope your insurance
is all paid up.

What the hell just happened?

*RIVERDALE *
Season 05 Episode 11

Episode Title:"Chapter Eighty-Seven:
Strange Bedfellows"

Aired on: August 11, 2021.

Hey, guys,
you should see this.

...managed to round up

the majority of these criminals.

But we believe there's a
small group of escapees

that are still at large in the
town formerly knowns as Riverdale.

Local philanthropist,
Hiram Lodge, and I

are offering a reward
for any information

that may lead to a safe capture
of any and all prisoners.

Wait, so Hiram sets
free a bunch of cons

and now he's offering a
reward for bringing them back?

It's a PR stunt to paint
themselves as heroes.

Archie, where are you going?

We need money to
fix this school,

and they're offering it.

I'm rounding up some
criminals and I'm cashing in.

Well,
if it isn't my old friend.

Hello, Archie.

Hiram. Governor Dooley.

I saw the press conference.

I'm going after your
prisoners for the bounties.

Do you have a list of
the missing convicts?

Here is at least
some of the names

of the inmates confirmed
to be at large.

Thank you.
You'll hear from me.

And keep
your checkbook handy.

This is a mess, Hiram.

Blowing up the prison was never
a part of our greater plans.

- As far as you know.
- Cut the crap!

Just give me my cut
of the palladium.

I've told you,

over and over again,
Governor,

that we didn't find any
beneath the prison, sadly.

And I don't believe you,
partner.

But I'll give you 24 hours
to change your tune.

Be careful out there,
Donald.

A lot of dangerous folk
still on the loose.

Might wanna watch your back.

Ronnie.

You said
you needed my help,

but I'm done doing
clean-up work.

Reggie, thanks to your and
my father's machinations,

that thug, Dodger Dickenson,

and his crazy mom
ravaged my store.

They got away with
half my stock.

Not to mention
an Ethiopian blue opal

which you, Reginald,
are going to help me find.

Yeah, no. This is not
high school, Ronnie.

I work for one Lodge,
and it's not you.

How did that even happen?

My dad got into
some money troubles

and turned to your dad
for help.

Now I'm working off
my old man's debt.

Reggie, it's not too
late to switch sides.

Fight with the good guys.

Nah,
the bad guys pay better.

But I'll help you find your rock
for old times' sake.

Thank you, Reggie.

Wow, so Jughead is
taking psychedelics

to help him write, now.

I guess I'm only sort
of surprised, actually.

I thought if I cuffed him,

he'd be contained
until I came back.

But I couldn't
stay. Not after...

What?

When he was high, he
made a pass at me.

And when I rebuffed
him, he said...

What did he say?

He said,
"Don't be a such a Betty.

First sign of fun,
you try to kill it."

Okay, um, I'm sorry

that Jughead put you in
this really awful position,

but he shouldn't really
be my problem anymore.

Or yours for that matter.

But yeah. Yeah, I'll help.

Last time I didn't act on a
missing person was my sister.

We'll start at the bunker.
I wanna see it for myself.

Thanks.

Hey. What are you giving
him? That's my prisoner.

Darla Dickenson?

Didn't realize I'd made such
an impression on you folks.

Mission accomplished.

In about two minutes,

Jeremiah won't be saying
much of anything to anyone.

Oh, and I hooked us a
little bonus prize, too.

Well, he left his phone here.

That's never a good sign.

Okay, although this will
be potentially cringey,

I think we should read
Jughead's manuscript.

See if there's any clues about

where he may have
wandered off to.

We'll each take half.

What am I looking for?

Any conspicuous locations
or people that he mentions.

Anything that might be a lead.

Oh, what do we have here?

Fallen on hard times, friend?

I'm just trying to keep warm.

Hey, uh, you wanna
make some money?

- No, I'm good.
- No, really, take it. I insist.

Oops.

Uncle Frank,
my mom's building a case

that should grant you an early release
because of the heroism you showed

the night of the prison break.

If you can help us
find these convicts,

it should bolster your chances.

Oh, hell yeah, I'll
help you find 'em.

I might even know where some
of these guys are hiding.

I also heard of a
group of convicts

squatting at an old tuna fish
warehouse out on the docks.

Great, we'll start there.

- No answer?
- No.

Straight to voicemail
again. Thanks for asking.

I talked to your
dad earlier, Kev.

He knew we were meeting here.

Well, it's Riverdale.
He could be doing literally anything.

Onwards with the plan.
Are we going in armed?

Yeah. Batons,
tasers, and zip ties.

No guns, minimal bloodshed.

Let's go get 'em.

All this stuff about
Mothmen and Mole People.

Where did Jughead get
the shrooms anyways?

His ex, Jessica, came up from
New York to deliver them.

Maybe he's reached out to her.

Seven years later,
still the same passcode.

Hey, Jones,
How was your trip?

- Is this Jessica?
- Yeah, who the hell is this?

This is Betty Cooper.
I'm...

Wait, the Betty?

Oh, my God, I have so
many questions for you.

I'm calling because you sold
Jughead psychedelic mushrooms,

and now he's missing.
Has he reached out to you?

No,
but don't worry.

Sometimes when he
has writer's block,

Jones goes on these
walkabouts, he calls 'em.

Um, he's not blocked,
he wrote his book.

Such as it is.

I thought "Diner Girl"

was supposed to watch him.

He slipped past her.

Amateur. I'll come
up to help you look for him.

No, that's really
not necessary.

Also, he owes me,
like, $500.

Text me your address.

Okay, I guess we'll
see you tomorrow.

Maybe she can actually
help us.

Also, I'm a little
curious to meet her now.

Efforts are afoot to
rebuild Riverdale.

But this town shan't be saved
until its soul is saved.

What say ye?

We pray our souls be saved.

Amen, I say back to ye.

Now, give yourselves over
to the holy sweetness.

Drink of his sweet
water and be saved.

Who exactly is "He,"
Mumsie?

Whose sweet water
are they tasting?

The sweetness
of this water

comes from a son

who died for the sins and
the darkness of this world.

I speak of my son...
Jason.

For years, I searched to
find meaning in his death.

But then,
I realized something.

Jason was a sacrifice

to lay bare
the sins

of this accursed place.

And
now it is up to us

to shepherd the soul
of this township

back into the light.

To that end,

if you have any coins or
bills that you could spare,

even a penny will
help to ensure.

Riverdale's spiritual future.

Praise be.

I'm gonna drain the vein.

What the hell?

There are warrants
out for your arrest.

We're taking you in.

You don't have guns.

That was a bad idea.

Drop it,
before I drop you.

Let's go.

What are you
doing here, Ronnie?

Our old nemeses, Dodger
and Darla Dickenson,

stole my blue opal.

I just got one of
the cons to spill.

Dodger was here talking
up some fancy rock,

but slipped out

before you clowns stormed in.

That's my buyer.
He's getting restless.

Okay.
I have to deal with him,

but Archie, please,
I need you to find Dodger

and Darla
and get my opal back.

All right, let me just
get this straight.

You went off to New York,
which I didn't want you to do,

you may or may not have spent
the night with your husband,

who definitely didn't
sign any divorce papers,

and now you want me to go
find some rock for you?

I'm sorry about what
happened with me and Chad.

But you're going after the
Dickensons no matter what, right?

Then you can get me my opal.

Fine.

Hey. You should rest.
You're banged up pretty bad.

- You changed my bandages?
- Yes, sir.

You've got a fever.
Probably an infection.

I gave you aspirin, but what
you really need are antibiotics.

Sent a pal of mine
out to score you some.

You're shivering. Here.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Yeah, those guys, they kicked
the tar out of ya.

You're lucky you're alive.

I'm lucky you were there.
What's your name?

Calvin.
But people call me Doc.

There's this
one guy named Doc.

He would stay up
all night

just to make sure
the junkies didn't mess with me.

And one day,

these drunken businessmen

who had heard about
our little shantytown,

they found Doc.

They beat the life out of him.

I didn't move,
I didn't say anything.

I watched.

What's yours?

- Henry.
- Well, Henry,

You wanna tell me how you
ended up on Sketch Alley?

- Uh... I took some shrooms.
- Mmm-hmm.

I had a bad trip.

I was in and out
for a while.

And then I guess
I wandered here.

I really should go.
Thank you very much.

No, whoa, hey.

You're not going anywhere.

Look, my friend
will be back soon.

Until then, you sleep.

There you go.

Donald, it's Hiram.

I have some new information

regarding what we were
discussing earlier.

If you could meet me ASAP,
I'm at the office.

Satisfied?

Not until I get my
share of the palladium.

Or you're dead.

Or both.

Archie said
Jughead has been living in here.

Oh, my God.

Well, Jessica,
what do you think?

Our apartment back in New
York was even messier.

What the hell has he
been doing these days?

The maple mushrooms
I gave Jones

shouldn't have triggered
a psychotic episode.

Was he taking anything else?

Not that I know of.

Well, we should confirm that.

Luckily, I know all
about hiding places.

Especially his.

We can search for
him and his stashes.

See if there are any other drugs

he might have been sampling.

Where else could
he be hiding out?

Or hiding contraband?

Well, it's a long shot,

but he did live under the stairs

at Riverdale High once.

And he has a desk there,
same as the rest of us.

Well, that's our
next stop, then.

Well, he is not in
the teacher's lounge.

He's not
under the stairs.

Pretty sure he's not hiding
in a desk drawer.

Where would he have done
most of his writing,

if not here or his crib?

Well, the bunker.
But we already checked it.

Yeah, but you don't necessarily
know what we're looking for.

Take me there.

Okay.

You're shameless, Mumsie.

Swindling those people
out of their money

whilst defiling
the memory of Jay-Jay.

I am doing
no such thing.

I've spent enough time
with corpses to know the truth.

There is no invisible world,
just eternal rot.

We're worm food at best.

Do you honestly
believe that?

Well, there was a time
when I wanted

to believe
in something more.

The time
when I actually thought

I was speaking to Jay-Jay
in the beyond.

But you ruined that.

Your gaslighting,
your lies,

your deranged
Julian doll.

You showed me that
there is nothing eternal,

just the cruelty
of mothers.

Any faith I had
went up in flames

when I give Jason
his Viking funeral.

But, Cheryl, there is a realm
beyond this mortal coil,

where maple syrup
flows in rivers.

Don't you want to be part
of something larger?

Of course I do.

I just don't think
you're a part of it, Mother.

Daddy,
I can't talk right now.

Veronica Lodge.
You don't know me,

but my associates and I
have taken your father hostage.

See, he owes me something,
and he won't give it over.

So, if you want to see him
or his fellow captives,

Governor Dooley, or
Sheriff Keller, alive again,

you better follow
my instructions.

- What do you want?
- Palladium.

We dug it out of the ground
for your father,

and now,
we want our share.

But he won't tell us
where it is.

So I thought maybe you
could get through to him.

We're at the El Royale.
There's three of them. He's got...

Daddy!

Do not cooperate
with these thugs.

What the hell
is palladium?

I don't know
what they're talking about.

- Daddy?
- That was Double D

putting a bullet
into Governor Dooley's stomach.

It'll probably take a few
hours for him to bleed out.

The next bullet
goes into your father.

So, if you want to save their lives,
find me that palladium!

Wait. Double D?

Is Dodger Dickenson there?

And does he have
a blue opal?

He might.

I'll get you
the palladium.

But I want my father
and the others back.

And my opal.

- Deal.
- I'll be in touch.

What was that about?

Reggie, what do you know
about my dad and palladium?

Okay, now I'm
officially worried.

My dad has never been
out of touch this long.

Your dad's been
in tough spots before, Kev.

He'll be okay.

We're gonna find him.

- Veronica?
- Archie, where are you?

I'm at home.

We haven't found Dodger
or his mom yet.

I know where they are.

They're with some
other guy named Ted.

Oh, crap.

I know that guy.
He's a beast.

They're holed up
at the El Royale,

and they're keeping my father,
Governor Dooley

and Sheriff Keller
hostage.

Wait, what?

They're looking
for a stash of palladium,

but Reggie thinks
he knows where it is.

Can you meet us
at Daddy's SoDale office?

Yeah, we're on our way.

I know
where your dad is.

Confirmed.
My father is literally Lex Luthor.

If he's hiding any palladium,
it's in there.

Archie, you still ride with those
tools in the back of your truck?

Yes, I do.

Do you guys want
to give me a hand?

And I will track down
a dolly.

Well done, fellas.

Depressing.

I can see why
Jones likes this place.

Damn it. Where is it?

Where's what?
What are you even looking for?

At the moment,
Jones's manuscript.

Uh, I have it.

I took it with me when we
searched this place earlier.

Can I read it?

Is there anything in there
that will help us find Jones?

Not that
we could pinpoint.

Okay.

Hmm. New idea.

If this is where he tripped,
should we do the same?

- I'm sorry, what?
- I have some shrooms.

They're from the same batch
that I gave Jones.

If we take some, maybe
we could see what he saw,

experience what he experienced.

It will be like
retracing his steps.

Can you just
give us a sec?

We've just never
tripped before.

- Yeah.
- Just gonna...

We're not going to do that.

What is she trying
to pull here?

I don't know
but she gave him drugs,

she's trying
to get us to take drugs.

Clearly she's got
multiple agendas going on.

This was, I think,
a really bad idea.

- Let's pivot.
- New new idea.

I'm wondering if I should
go back to New York.

You two clearly have
Riverdale covered.

But what if Jughead is on his way
back there to confront his demons?

- That might be a good idea.
- Good idea.

But it is a long ride
back to the city.

Can we... Can we
grab a bite before I go?

Jones couldn't stop talking
about Pop's when I met him.

- Yeah, for sure.
- Mmm-hmm.

Okay. Come on, ladies.
It'll be my treat.

Doc?

Did you get
the palladium?

Yes, but there's a catch.

It's locked in a safe.

We have it, but not the
combination. Luckily...

I have the man
who does.

All right.

But I want you to make the delivery,
not your boyfriend.

Just you.

Deal. I'll be there
in half an hour.

I give you the safe,

you give me my opal
and free the hostages.

And Archie tells me
you're a military man,

so I know
you'll honor your word.

Okay. What's the plan, boys?

Once I'm inside, I can
buy us, say, 30 seconds.

Ted knows the El Royale.
That's why he chose it.

He'll have eyes
on all the entrances.

No, not all.

When I took over the gym,
I put in a new roof.

There's an old skylight
covered with tarpaper.

We tear it off and drop in like
Batman, with the element of surprise.

And he doesn't know you're
working with us, Uncle Frank,

which gives us
a small advantage.

They've got my dad.
I'm going in, too.

Count me in as well.

Same.

Good.

We'll need the manpower
against Ted.

You really didn't
have to do that.

I own this diner.

No way.

I love splurging
on new friends.

It's a lesson I live by.

Help out when you can. And
maybe don't leave people alone

when they're tripping
on maple mushrooms.

I assumed he'd be safe
in the handcuffs.

Well, another lesson,

maybe don't give psychedelics
shrooms to someone in a delicate state.

Yeah? How about don't betray
your boyfriend the way you did?

Getting with his best friend, that's
some Shakespearean level treachery.

Okay. Yeah.

Clearly, in the stories
Jughead has been telling,

he's cast himself
as the blameless victim here.

But Jughead
is not so innocent.

Yeah. No, actually,
he left me

this voicemail,
mmm, two years ago.

Betty,
where the hell are you?

You said you were gonna come
to my release party,

but, what, you bailed?

Of course you bailed.

You've just been
blowing me off for years.

Why should I have even
expected anything different?

You know,
I see you, Betty.

I see what I should have seen
seven years ago.

You pretend to be nice, but
you're only looking for weak spots.

And when you find them,
you press on them like a bruise.

Like when you hooked up
with Archie.

You know,
you found the one person

that would hurt both me and
Veronica, and you just went there.

You're a cold, fake,
duplicitous bitch.

And once people read my book,
everyone's going to see that.

- Wow. That's darkness.
- Yeah.

I was living
with Jughead then.

Yeah, things were good
for a while.

But then
these writing deadlines

started to get
the best of him,

and he started spiraling
into this destructive behavior.

To be fair, so did I.
I'm a writer as well.

I mean,
we cared about each other.

We just weren't good
for each other, you know?

I couldn't be around
that energy, so I got out.

Hmm. Are you guys hot?

- Mmm-mmm.
- I'm feeling hot.

Oh, crap.

I feel bad now,
but I'm just going to say it.

When I got the fries, I sprinkled
some dried maple mushrooms on them.

- Are you kidding me?
- You did what?

I knew
they tasted different.

I'm sorry.
I was just going to chill

until you guys
started tripping,

and then
grab the manuscript.

Wait, is that why
you came here?

Why didn't you just ask
for the manuscript?

Probably PTSD
from asking Jughead

if I could read
whatever he was working on,

and then
him biting my head off.

Anyway, we should get you guys
some place safe.

What is so important
about this manuscript

that you would drug us
to get it?

It's, it's literal
gibberish.

After he used you
as fodder for The Outcasts,

I was afraid he was going to
write about our time in New York,

and I really don't want my
parents or my friends reading that.

Go ahead.

He probably won't
even remember writing it.

If he ever turns up.

I'm sure you guys don't want
any more advice from me,

but just let
the trip take you

wherever it may go.

It should be
gentle and mellow.

Ride it out together.

Don't fight it, okay?

Just let the tunes
wash over you.

And thanks
for understanding.

♪ Doors locked

♪ Blinds pulled

♪ Flames high

-♪ My body
-♪ My body

♪ My body

-♪ My body
-♪ My body

♪ My body

♪ Your body is walking

♪ In space

♪ My soul is in orbit

♪ With God face-to-face

♪ Floating, flipping

♪ Flying, tripping

♪ Tripping from starlight
To moonlit ♪

Search her.

Show me
the blue opal first.

Okay.
Now, you can search me.

Isn't it fab?

It's from
Lacy's new fall line.

A dozen hidden pockets for
that businesswoman on the go.

You better not be
wasting my time.

And that's 30 seconds,
you Neanderthal.

♪ Jet black

♪ Blue brown

♪ Yellow crimson

♪ Green orange

♪ Purple pink

♪ Violet white

♪ White white

♪ White white

♪ White white

♪ Our eyes are open
Our eyes are open ♪

♪ White light

♪ White

♪ White

I take it
that's worth a lot.

It is.

Tomorrow, I'll hand
it over to my buyer,

but, tonight,
this blue baby is all mine.

Thanks to you
and your A-team.

So, when the Governor
regains consciousness,

we'll be asking him to give
your uncle a full pardon.

I won't say no to that,
Ronnie.

So...

we're still feeling good
about our decision,

to hold off
until my divorce is final?

Yeah.

But I am torn.

Well, then, I better work
on making this divorce happen

as fast
as humanly possible.

I'll be seeing
you soon, Archie.

Thought you might
like an update.

Where is the palladium?

That doesn't really matter
as far as you're concerned,

because I'm not sharing.

Not now, not ever.

I have moved
heaven and earth to get here.

I've dedicated years
of my life to this cause.

You have no idea.

So, as soon
as you're healthy enough,

I suggest
you go back to that

cushy little mansion of yours
and never return.

Or else...

Are we clear?

- Mmm.
- Yeah.

Morning.
Feeling better?

Yeah, actually.

A friend came by
with antibiotics.

He gave them to you
while you were out.

Hey, that guy...

- Did I...
- Kill him?

No, but you knocked him out.

Dragged him
to the edge of Sketch Alley

and dumped him
on the curb.

Someone will find him.

But you need
to get home.

Well, I can't yet.

Why is that?

Something happened to me
in New York.

I know it's something horrible,
I just can't remember what.

I keep getting these
delusions. They're like images,

or... memories maybe.

And I, uh...

I just know I can't go
home until I figure it out.

Sounds like you know
where you're going then.

My name's not Henry, it's...

Jughead. I know.

- You knew?
- Well, not right away,

but I figured
you had your reasons.

I'm so sorry for everything
that happened, though.

I wish I could have
done something.

Well, you were a kid.

There's nothing
you could have done.

You just focus
on yourself.

Find your way back from
wherever it is you've been.

Thanks, Doc.

I'll come back
and see you.

Oh, my gosh.

How many days
did we sleep through?

A week and a half
it feels like.

Oh, my gosh.

Did I give Jessica
Jughead's manuscript?

You did. Yeah.

And you played
his message,

- the message, for us.
- Oh, God.

It's okay, Betty. It is a
secret amongst friends.

And, look, I know we haven't
found Jughead, but, um,

what you're doing, looking
for those missing girls,

I want to help.

I appreciate that,
Tabitha.

Speaking of messages.

It's Jughead.

Is he okay?
What's he saying?

Oh, God.
Where to start?

Look, I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry
I haven't called.

I'm just sorry
for everything.

If you're blaming yourself
about me wandering off, don't.

I was high
out of my mind.

I'm fine. I'm safe,
more or less.

I'm heading to New York.

There's something
I need to confront.

I'm not sure what, but I know I
wouldn't have got this far without you.

When I get back to Riverdale,
maybe we can finish that dance.

Okay.

Sync & corrections by srjanapala