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Wait. So someone just
submitted this to you?

Yeah,
to my Riverdale Choice email.

In case you're wondering
if I can suddenly hear again,

I can't. What I can do

post-explosion is read minds.

I can hear the words forming
in a person's brain just before
they speak them.

It's, uh,
slightly disorienting.

Ugh.

I mean,
everyone is entitled--

I mean, everyone is entitled
to their own opinion,
but yikes.

I know.

That's why I published
it anonymously,
to protect our identity,

which they asked me to.

Tabitha and my friends
think my hearing's returned.

It's not impossible to believe,
the doctor said it might.

Am I a bad person
for lying to her, to everyone?

I don't know,
Jughead.

What will the town think?

What will they do?

That is a great question.

Already I could feel
shock waves rippling
across the town.

The article was
a blistering critique
of Riverdale.

What the town presented as
versus what it truly was.

It excoriated Veronica
and Reggie's Casino,

calling it illegal,

claiming it would be
a gateway to crime,
drug use and violence.

It condemned Riverdale's
culture of street gangs.

The Serpents and Ghoulies
forever teetering
on the brink of war.

It called out
the town's long history
of intolerance, ignorance,

persecution and
backwards thinking.

It highlighted our overtaxed,
ineffectual law enforcement,

our utter lack of culture
and the performing arts.

But its most scathing
critique took aim at
Riverdale's struggling economy,

soaring unemployment and quote,
"Homeless encampments
on every corner."

Still happy you moved
here, stranger?

Oh, yes.

Happy as a clam.

Every word was a razor blade

that cut to the very heart
of Riverdale itself.

With no author named,

who would take the brunt
of blowback? But...

I can't believe
Jug would do this.

Here we go.

- Backstabber.
- Dude, what is this?

"Worst town in America."

Seriously?

After we busted our asses
saving Riverdale from Hiram,

why would you publish
something like this?

The Riverdale Choice
is a free press that believes

in critical points of view.

Who?

Who wrote this?

Why would I tell you that?

So you can beat them up?

Yeah,
you're freaking right.

Of course not.

Okay, Look, you have
a different point of view.

That's great.

Let me interview you.
I'll publish it next week.

No, screw that.

I've already talked
to Alice and Frank.

They're calling a town hall
meeting so everyone can respond
to this garbage in person.

And you better be there
covering it.

Grand Mistress Rose.

I shouldn't be here,

but Mistress Abigail
is getting ready to go out and

we have to figure out a way
to get Mistress Cheryl back.

Cheryl is gone.

Vanished into the void.

No,

I saw her in a mirror
that Abigail was looking into.

I think she's still
in her body,

somewhere.

Well, if that were the case,
it would mean

Abigail's keeping her
locked away,

imprisoned in a kind of

mental jail.

Oh, my God.

Is there some way
that we can reach Cheryl?

Make contact with her.

Well, the only way
to do that would be

when Abigail

is in a deep sleep,

and you would need to be
in a deep slumber near to her.

I mean, Abigail once
inhabited your body.

You could use that tether

to enter and walk
her dreamscape.

And perhaps

find Cheryl.

If she exists.

I could drug her tea.

Be warned.

If you try this,

you must awaken
before Abigail does.

Or risk her wrath.

Jason.

Cheryl.

My little darlings.

I have decided
to throw you a birthday party.

Isn't that grand?

I've even invited
all your little friends

from school and church
and the community.

Including Heather?

No, not that two-bit trollop.

But everybody else.

Now,

what do you say?

Thank you, dearest Mumsy.

You're very, very welcome,
my precious little angels.

Who wrote the article?
Probably Alice.

This town is going to hell
in a handbasket.

- Maybe, I should move.
- All right.

All right, I'm sure everyone
has read the article written
by our mysterious author.

And, yes, there is a lot
to dispute.

But not the fact that
we do have an illegal casino

operating covertly
and corruptly
within our town limits.

If I may.

Babylonium's employees
are all citizens of Riverdale

who are paid
a generous living wage.

Also, we have the potential
to bring in out-of-towners.

Guests who would spend

fresh cash across all
of our businesses.

Nice try, Veronica,
but we all know who truly
profits from a casino.

It's its owners.

And I mean,
when is the last time a Lodge

has done anything good
for this town?

What the hell does that mean?

I think you know exactly
what that means.

Can we cut
to the damn chase here?

Who wrote that article?

Oh, come on.

Whoever it is, if you're going
to attack our town,

at least have the guts
to own it.

It was me.

I wrote it.
I wrote the article.

I-- I know I should have
had the courage
to put my name on it.

I guess I was just concerned
that if you saw the name
Pickens on the byline, then,

you'd dismiss my words
out of hand

because of what
my great-great grandfather did.

You mean a genocide
against my ancestors?

Yeah,
that's a strike against you.

I'm sorry,
you've been living here,
what, four days?

And we're supposed
to care what you think?

Well, sometimes it takes
a recent arrival

to see what's really wrong
with the town.

Yeah, well, all I see,

is a Johnny-come-lately
talking trash about our town

without offering
any real solutions.

But I do have solutions.

If you're open to hearing them.

Buddy, I'm open

to resolving this outside,
You and me, right now.

Okay, Archie.

We do need
to let Mr. Pickens speak.

Oh, with a town that's

in such dire straits
as Riverdale,
where do you even begin?

I know.

The homeless encampment
you call "Sketch Alley."

Poverty

begets more poverty,
begets drugs, begets crime,

begets more crime
until no one is safe.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, but the homeless
have got to be bussed out

as quickly and humanely
as possible.

- He's right.
- I agree.

The homeless
are a problem.

About time
someone said it.

We can't just bus them
out of town.

And I'm sorry,
but that's... not who we are,
and it's not what we do.

Riverdale takes care
of their own.

And the people that live
in Sketch Alley,

are citizens of this town
just as much as all of us.

We need to show them
that we care.

In that case,
you've heard my recommendation.

But we're all ears,
Mr. Andrews.

What's yours?

And thus began the battle
for Riverdale's soul.

Mistress Abigail, you're home.

- How was the town hall?
- Delightsome.

Also, a bit of gossip.

T'was Percival Pickens,
who wrote that screed
against the town of Riverdale.

He may prove an ally to me.

But first, me thinks I must
acquaint myself with
the history of Riverdale

and the role
the Pickens family played
in its shaping.

I think I saw a book
in the Thornhill library.

I'll fetch it for you,
Mistress Abigail.

I've just brewed you some tea.

Why don't you retire
to your room and
I'll bring both up to you?

Don't punch me.

I should, you know.

Look, Archie, I'm a journalist.
I'm supposed
to remain impartial. But,

I heard what you said
at the town hall.

And for what it's worth,
I agree with you.

I think bussing
the unhoused out of Riverdale
is not a solution.

I know those people.

At times I was one of them

and they've always helped me
when I was in trouble.

They're good people.
They need our resources.

Could've said that
at the meeting.

I will, at the next one,
once you present your big idea.

Well...

I...

I don't have one yet.

That's okay.

I did some research of my own
after the last meeting.

A lot of cities,
they're--they're building
these micro homes.

They're basically cabins,
right?

They have a shower
and a toilet and a bed.

Imagine if we did that.

We build one of these homes
for every unhoused person

living in a cardboard box
or a tent on the alley.

We?

You're the only person
I know that has
a construction business.

All right.

Let's do this.

Let's try.

Oh, perfect.

Sweet dreams, Abigail.

And hopefully for me, too.

How are you liking
that cake?

Vanilla, your favorite.
Just as requested.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Cheryl Blossom.

Who the hell are you?

I'm...

a friend of hers.

Is Cheryl not here?

Well, she's right over there.

Facing the wall as punishment
for being

such a selfish,
ungrateful brat.

But...

it's her birthday,
too, isn't it?

Not this year.

Not the way
she's been behaving.

Will she get her presents,
at least?

Absolutely not.

Now, who did you say you were?

Reggie.

We haven't talked
about it too much but,

I've always assumed
we'd be sort of

gaming the system
with the casino.

You know, doing our usual
side hustles and scams.

I made the same assumptions.

What if we

didn't?

Does that mean no scams?

No scams,

no side deals, no loopholes,

no tax evasion.

What if we proved Alice

and the haters wrong
and operated completely
above board?

I just buried my father,
Reggie. Let's start
a new chapter and

rehabilitate the Lodge name.

Instead of the council
fighting us at every turn,
we lock arms with them,

help fix the town my dad broke.

I like it in theory, Ronnie.

But the first thing is

we'd have to get our licenses
and permits in order.

Okay.

Is that a problem?

No, it's just very expensive.

Let's pull the trigger, Reggie.

And let's hang
my father's portrait
right up here.

As a constant reminder
of who we're not
going to be like.

I don't disagree
with what you're saying,
Mr. Pickens.

Oh, please, call me Percival.

Percival,

I just don't want to
come down on either side
of the issue

until Archie has had a chance
to present his solutions.

Of course, not. Alice...

Sorry, may I call you Alice?

Yes.

Thank you.

It's just I

assumed that you would have

a personal stake
in making Riverdale safer

given what happened
to your daughter.

Polly.

All right, people,
let's call this meeting
to order.

Our proposal for
the town's future
is simple.

Reginald?

Riverdale,
the new Atlantic city.

Instead of the town
and the casino being at odds
with each other,

why not work together

and rebrand
as a family-friendly,
destination hotspot?

Let Babylonium

be the solution
to lifting Riverdale up.

So, what,

children can gamble now,
is that it?

We would open an arcade,
provide daycare.

Here's my problem
with the casino.

Riverdale has a lot of
broken people.

Including veterans
like myself and Archie.

And a casino just isn't
a healthy environment
for people like that.

You raise a valid point, Frank.
Let's have that dialogue.

But not today.

We have your proposal, Veronica.

We will look it over
and get back to you.

In the meantime,
if we catch one whiff

of any trouble coming
from your casino,

then any partnership
would be immediately untenable.

Great.

Thank you, Team Babylonium.

So, the spaces are
eight feet wide.

They house one to two people,
and they can be locked which

helps give the occupants
a sense of ownership
and security.

And not to mention,

all of the labor, will be
provided free of charge
by Andrews Construction.

This is a strong,
simple and smart idea, Archie.

Yeah, they have
these mini-houses in Chicago,
and they are game changing.

- Awesome.
- Yeah. So to start, I was thinking around 30.

Thirty houses?

Uh, how much do
these things cost?

Well, like I said, Alice,
the labor will be free,
but with materials,

I'm thinking around 20, 25.

Thousand for each house?

Oh, no. Uh,
Riverdale can't afford this.
We'd have to raise taxes.

More taxes? No way.

We can barely pay
our mortgage.

Just make
the problem go away.

I agree
with that British dude.

Well, I feel it's my civic duty
at this point
to point out that, uh,

my straightforward proposal
would cost the people of
Riverdale virtually nothing,

and could be carried
out immediately.

We like the vision, Archie.
At least, most of us do.

We just need to figure out
a way to fund it.

And if you could show us
proof of concept,
that would be super helpful.

Yeah, for sure.
I'll figure something out.

I appreciate your time.

Thanks for staying behind
to chat.

Not at all.

I welcome any opportunity
to get to know
my neighbors better.

Yeah, me, too.

- So, you're English?
- Indeed.

Some of the Pickens family
came to the States
to settle in the colonies,

others stayed behind
in the old country.

Is that where you were
before you came to Riverdale?

Oh, no.

I was traveling here and there.

Nowhere with the potential
of this place, though.

Do you know I think
with a spot of investment
and a little bit of hard work,

this place could be
the next Marsha's Vineyard.

Look, maybe we got off
on the wrong foot.

We both want the same thing.

A better, safer Riverdale.

And can't we

align on this idea
about the houses?

Don't see that happening,
Mr. Andrews.

Because, if you don't mind
my saying, you're thinking
is fundamentally flawed.

And I'll tell you why.

One.

People of Sketch Alley
don't want your help.

All they want are handouts.

And if you try
and lift them up,
all they'll do is

bring you and your
property values down.

And number two, at the risk
of disillusioning you further,

your neighbors
don't want them here.

Oh, they'll say
they're good,
liberal people but,

in their heart of hearts,

what they really want

is for the poor,
the destitute,

and the smelly to go away

without compromising
their own comfort.

You're wrong.

And so is your warped,
cynical idea of who we are.

I'll prove it to you.

Well, I don't think so but...

let's see.

You called this meeting.

What can we do for you,
Archie?

You're both on the council.

But I'm here appealing
to you

as two of the most
prominent business owners
in Riverdale.

I need your personal help.

Okay.

We're listening.

Would you each
be willing to underwrite
one of the houses?

I was thinking after
I finished building them,
we could paint them.

One like Pop's and one like
the Whyte Wyrm.

In a way,
they'd be like billboards.

And you're sure you don't mind
that I'm a quote unquote,
gang member?

Oh, come on. No.
Not at all.

Where would you set them up
and build them?

I was hoping we could
set them up
in the parking lot.

That way, the folks living
in them could feel more

a part of the town's
daily life.

Yeah, of course, Archie,
we're in.

Great.

And as for
where we build them,

I was thinking
we could do that
in Sketch Alley.

Doc.

- Hey!
- How have you been?

Ah, I'm surviving.

Well, you look a lot better
than the last time I saw you.

And that's thanks to you.

That's the reason
we're here too.

Wanted to repay the favor.

I mean,
if you're cool with it.

This is my pal Archie.

And the rest of us
were hoping to build
some houses for you guys.

One for each of you.

- Houses?
- They're small, but they're swanky.

If you guys want to help out,
that's great.

If not, we just wanted
to let you know
what we are up to.

All good either way.

When do we start?

- How about right now?
- All right.

We've got a problem.

I've been crunching numbers,
and given all of our start up
costs, our expenses,

not to mention permit costs--

Cut to the chase, Reggie.

We're overleveraged, Ronnie.

Majorly.

If we're strictly legit,
it's going to be impossible
for us to turn a profit.

Maybe ever.

Unless.

Don't say it.

We start running scams,
which we could do.

Uh, Miss Lodge, Mr. Mantle.

I apologize, but you've got
to come to the private
gambling room now.

What is it? Something bad?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

What should we do?

Cut him down?
Call the ambulance?

That's what a legit place
would do, right? Right?

Yes, yes. But we don't
have that luxury, Reggie.

This would be a horrible
news story if it broke.

It would confirm Alice
and the council's worst fear
about this place

and Babylonium would be over
before it even began.

Wait.

I know who could help.

Abuelita's iceman.

Mistress Cheryl, it's me.

Britta.

You have to wake up.

Please.

What is it, Brittania?

Wake up.
Time to rise and shine.

Time to get out of bed,
you lazy bones.

It's dearest Mumsy.
You have to hide.

If she finds you,
I don't know what she'll do.

Now!

Wake up, devil children!

Mumsy? What's going on?
It's the middle of the night.

Doesn't matter.
This place,
this whole house is a sty.

Now, you grab that bucket
and a brush and
you get to work, piggies.

Yes, dearest Mumsy.

Get on your hand and knees
and you scrub that floor
till it's clean!

I want to be able
to eat off of it.

What are you doing?
Why aren't you working?

You get back to work.

Or I will get
the hanger to you.
Don't make me hurt you!

Hey, it's Doc, right?

Do you need something?

And what did our young
Kevin Keller get

in exchange for wanting
to provide shelter

to the people of Sketch Alley?

A hammer to the skull
is what he got.

This vicious attack
is a clear indication

that these people
don't want our help.

You offer them a helping hand
and they respond with violence.

Well, this journalist
and town council member

says, no more--

How is Kevin doing?

I just came from the hospital.

He's gonna be okay.

This is a mess, Archie.

Believe me, I know, Toni.

These houses are going
to be painted
with our businesses on them.

If they're associated
with violence and crime...

I know.

And I know that article
didn't exactly
do the Serpents any favors.

It did not.

But you still have
our financial support.

So, maybe
just hold off a beat

before you paint it
to match the Whyte Wyrm.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Thanks for the support, Toni.

Yeah, no problem.

I'll send you my payment
on Chime right now.

Cool.

How about you, Tabitha?

I am...

still in, Archie.

Paint job and all. So...

When do you want to set up
the first house?

Well, I'll bring it by
in my truck later today.

Thank you, guys.

Talk to me, Reggie.

So I figured, that dead guy
must have been

on a major losing streak,
and that's why he--

Killed himself.

Sadly, that makes sense.

But, no.
He was winning big-time.

So, I called
the blackjack dealer and
pulled the security footage.

He was on top of the world,
up almost 20 grand.

Why would a guy
who's winning every hand
suddenly just...

off himself?

Wait, wait, wait.
Stop the tape.

Look.

Who the hell is that?

That's the British creep
from Town Hall,

Percival Pickens.
What the hell is he saying?

Miss Lodge, I'm here.

Heraldo, thank you so much
for coming so speedily.

Where's the body?

Jeez. Cut to the chase much?

Downstairs. I'll take you.

Grand Mistress Rose,
it's gotten so much worse.

Mistress Cheryl's mother
is torturing her
in every way imaginable.

Penelope has always been
Cheryl's tormentor.

So, of course,
Abigail would have conjured her

as my granddaughter's adversary
in the dreamscape.

She's terrifying.

You must tell Cheryl that
Penelope is but a fiction.

A bogeyman pulled
from her own subconscious.

That perhaps will
shake her free of her stupor

and spur her into action.

Else, Abigail may take

permanent possession
of my granddaughter's body.

But I never even get
the chance to talk to her
before the nightmare...

Penelope descends on us.

Then perhaps, child,
you must divine a better way
to communicate with her.

Gentlemen, I am so sorry
to intrude.

May I come in?

Yeah.

I heard all about
what happened
in Sketch Alley. And...

I wanted to talk to you.

In hopes it never
happens again.

Well, what do
you think, Tabitha?

I think
it is beautiful, Archie.

Well, it was a group effort.

And bonus, Benjamin Moore
donated the paint
for future houses, too.

I think
it's a great start, Arch.

You're good.
I can take it from here.

What are you gonna do?

After dark,
I'll put him in his car,
drive into Jersey,

hang him up in
the bathroom of a rest stop
with no cameras,

call it in.

How are things going otherwise?

How's business?

Slow.

We're not quite the sensation
we were hoping we'd be.

You know, if you want,

I could put the word out
to some wise guys I know.

They got money,

and they like spending it.

I appreciate the offer,
and no offense
to your wise guys, but...

we're trying to avoid that,
if at all possible.

No worries, just...

trying to help.

Actually, you know
what you could do?

Could you look
into someone for me?

His name's Percival Pickens.
He's British.

Just got into town and...

there's something off
about him.

And I want to know what.

Yeah, I can do that.

Hey, Tabitha. What's up?

I'm on my way.

What the hell!

Oh, Doc.

Why did you do that to Kevin?

I have no idea.

I have absolutely no memory
of attacking your friend.

Well, you did.

One minute,
I'm hammering and...

and the next minute,
I'm just...

standing over your friend.

Getting ready to take
another swipe at him.

You gotta believe me, Jughead.

It was...

...like someone
put the idea in my head.

Who?

Who could have done that?

He, uh...

had an accent.

He might have
had a British accent.

Thank you again,
for agreeing to meet with me.

Like I mentioned,
I would love to do
a follow up article

to the one that you wrote.

Something like
a rebuttal.

Well, to each his own.

I've been thinking about
this quote that I read.

"The true measure
of any society

"can be found
in how it treats its most
vulnerable members."

Well, whoever said that
obviously didn't grow up
in Riverdale.

It's Gandhi.

So tell me, Percival,

do you really think that
bussing the unhoused
out of Riverdale

is the best that
we can muster as a society?

Well, as I mentioned before,

I am coming at this
from a place of compassion.

My main concern is for the

the law-abiding citizens
of Riverdale, those who pay

their taxes and contribute
to the betterment
of our society.

Now, I've been to several
Sketch Alleys in my time.

The truth is, charity
is doing them a disservice.

As is giving them a handout
when what they really
should be doing

is fending for themselves.

Tell me, are you having fun
rooting around
inside my brain, Mr. Jones?

What?

Get out of my head,
you piece of garbage!

Are you all right, Mr. Jones?

Did I not answer the question
to your satisfaction?

Mistress Cheryl?

Is that you?

It's me. I'm here.

Mistress Cheryl, what happened
to your beautiful hair?

Mumsy, of course.

She cut it off
when she saw me
with my friend...

Heather.

Please, Mistress Cheryl,
you have to listen to me.

This isn't happening.
You're in a dreamscape.

Your mother
isn't actually here.

What?
Of course, she is.

No.

It's hard to explain.

I have written down
everything you need to know.

What is going on here?

Unbelievable.

I catch you
with one sapphic slut,

and not an hour later,
you're back with another one.

Whomever you are,
you should be ashamed.

Screw you.

You're not even real,
Mrs. Blossom.

How dare you?

Get out of Thornhill.
You don't belong here.

Please, Mrs. Blossom--

Don't you show your face
in this house again.

Mistress Cheryl,
the world you are currently
inhabiting is not reality,

but rather a hellish dreamscape
from which we must free you.

Your physical body
is currently possessed

by the spirit
of Abigail Blossom.

And she has trapped you
in a prison
in your own mind...

...with Penelope
as your cruel warden.

But she is not real,
Mistress Cheryl.

And you must not let her
dominate you.

Do not let her
break your spirit.

For if she does, your soul
may wither and dissipate

within the confines
of your corporeal body.

She is but a ghost.

A creation of the imagination.

You can defeat her.

I am gonna beat you to
within an inch of your life,

you deviant,
wretched creature!

Why are you looking
at me like that,

you shameless, little wretch?

Because I know
the truth now, Mumsy.

You're not real.

Is that a fact?

Yes.

You're in my mind,
you psychotic bitch.

And you shouldn't be here.

What are you guys doing?

I'm here
to break that house down
and haul it away.

No, you're not.

Tabitha called us, Archie.

We started a project,
and we're doubling down
to finish it.

And a few hours later,
someone will have
vandalized them again.

Then, we will repaint them.

And again, and again.
As many times as we have to.

Why don't you grab a brush?

It's cold out.

I do need to talk to you
about something, though.

I don't think Doc was the one
that attacked Kevin.

Who else would it have been?

Hello, there.

Now what are you folks doing?

My goodness,
aren't those charming houses?

No need for them
anymore, though.

Sketch Alley
is no longer an issue.

Meaning what?

I took it upon myself
to visit Sketch Alley.

I spoke to the people
living there, and...

got them to move on.

Leave town,
start over somewhere else.

And how did you do that?

Call it
the power of persuasion.

I also bought them
bus tickets, and...

gave them each $100
to build new lives elsewhere.

I don't believe you.

Well, see for yourselves.

Then afterwards, hopefully,
see you at the town hall.

Keep up the good work.

Mistress Cheryl?

You're alive?

I am. And visiting you
in your dreams, Brittania.

You've done well.

And proven yourself
a dutiful and loyal factotum.

For that, you will be rewarded.

But only after we have driven
that she-demon Abigail
out of my beautiful body.

How will we do that?

I haven't the faintest idea.

Please, please, please.
Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you,
thank you, thank you.

Uh, the town of Riverdale
can breathe a little easier,

now that the denizens
of Sketch Alley

are on their way
to a better place.

The idea to pay
their location costs
may have been mine,

but I, um,
couldn't have pulled it off
without the help

of your sheriff, Tom Keller,
a man who represents
the very best of Riverdale.

Keeping with the good news,

I'm also pleased
to announce that

Percival will be joining
my department.

And he'll be working
as a deputy

along with me and my son
to keep the peace

and fulfill the promise
of Riverdale

that has eluded us for so long.

Dude's like a super villain.

That's exactly what he is.

We seriously need
to talk tonight. Okay?

Alice.

In all the excitement,
the casino
didn't even come up.

Yeah, have you looked
over our proposal, or what?

I have.

And after careful review
and some solid advice
from Percival,

the council believes
that there's a lot of risk in
partnering with Babylonium.

Which could be
mitigated, possibly.

But quite frankly, Veronica,
the biggest liability is you.

Me?

The Lodge name is synonymous
with crime and corruption
because of Hiram.

You're its figurehead,
the public face.

So, the council feels
that we could really
only support the casino

and this idea of it becoming
the new Atlantic City,

is if you take a back seat.
Out of the limelight.

Alice, I am not my father.

In fact, I've worked

really, really hard
to not be like my father--

Take offense or not, Veronica,

but I'd like to see you
do this
without our support.

The picketing,
the bad publicity,

the complaints
to the gaming board,

the raids, the sanctions,
we won't lose this fight.

Okay. Time for a new plan.

We already tried
taking the high road.

If Riverdale doesn't want
to bet on us,

we'll have to lean in
to who we are
and what we do best.

As my mother likes to say,

I am my father's daughter.

Does that mean running scams?
Side hustles and loopholes?

All of the above, Reggie.

All systems go.
And, Heraldo,
that offer you made

about putting out the word
to your wise guys, do it.

We need to
start making money.
Real money, fast.

No problem.

Oh, and by the way,
I looked into that guy for you.

Percival?
And, what did you find?

Nothing.

There's no paper trail
behind him.
The guy's a ghost.

It's like
he didn't even exist

before he showed up
here in Riverdale.

Archie.

Betty?

Can you do me a favor?
Can you shut off the TV
and the rest of the lights?

Yeah, sure.

Is everything okay?

Oh, my God.
What's going on?
Did TBK hurt you?

No.
No, I lost him
in Maine.

This is something else.

What?

You know how
I've been getting those
really bad headaches?

They've only gotten worse.

And I figured out that
they are triggered by light.

So, the brighter the light,
the more excruciating the pain.

Oh, my God.

I think it's a side effect
of being able to see auras.

Which I can still do,
by the way.

Hi.

I'm so sorry.

That's okay.

God, it feels good
to be home.

It hasn't been the same
without you.

Yeah? What did I miss?
Anything?

A lot.

It turns out Jug can
read minds

since the explosion.

- What?
- Yeah.

And Percival Pickens,
that weird guy who
showed up out of nowhere

and tried to buy my house?

Mmm-hmm.

We think he can control
people's minds.

Make people do things.
Bad things.

We're in trouble, Betty.
The whole town is.