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Sixty-seven years have gone by.

It's the present day.

Since our last chapter, teenagers
have become adults, got married,

raised children of their own.

Many have taken their last breaths.

This story tonight

is about saying goodbye to a
town that was once lost in time.

But also, goodbye to the people
who once lived in that town.

It starts near the end, with
a woman named Elizabeth Cooper.

She's 86 years old now,

resting in a small room in
her granddaughter's house.

She checks the obituaries every day.

You knew him in high school,
didn't you, Grandma Betty?

Seems like he was an interesting person.

He was.

Well, we all were.

We had such marvelous adventures.

Oh, you wouldn't have
believed it, Alice.

Well, that's it.

That means I'm the last of them.

Alice, honey, I want to go back.

To Riverdale, one last
time before it's too late.

I am forgetting more and more every day.

And I want to go back
before I forget everything.

Well, let's see how
you're doing tomorrow.

If you're up for it, yes, we
can take a drive to Riverdale.

Thank you, dear.

Hello?

Ah. I must have fallen asleep.

I was going through our... Our yearbook.

Trying to remember.

- Remember what?
- Oh. Everything, I suppose.

I'm going back to Riverdale tomorrow.

My granddaughter is taking me.

Oh, going through these pictures,

I... I just wish I could go back to...

How it was.

How we were.

You can, Betty.

You could pick a day and I'll take you.

Though, it might be painful for you.

Why should it be painful?

Because you won't just
be living that day.

You'll be seeing yourself live it.

Still...

If you say we can, then...

I wanna go back to a day I missed.

The day everyone got their
yearbook, senior year.

I... I had the mumps and
I had to stay home, and...

I never got my yearbook signed.

I've always regretted that.

Then we'll start in the morning.

You just have to walk through that door,

and you'll have your
day. The day you missed.

Oh, my goodness, it's my room.

It's exactly like I remember it.

Hello, room.

Is that...

Is that really what I looked like?

There were so many things I wanted
to change about myself, back then.

Why? I was perfect.

We were all perfect.

My window.

How many sunrises have
I seen out this window?

How many moons, how many times...

How many times have I looked
out this window into Archie's?

In the thousands, at least.

Archie is about to have
a big talk with his mom

about what he's going
to do after graduation.

Hey, sweetie.

Breakfast is ready.

Thanks, Mom.

Hey, Mom.

I don't wanna be a pest,

but I got to let Vic know by tomorrow

if I'll be joining his crew on Monday.

It just doesn't make sense to me.

Driving around the country
with some dusty road crew?

Pouring concrete, digging ditches.

Well, it's like President
Eisenhower said on the news.

I'll be building the highways that
help connect people and places.

From coast to coast, all
the way to California.

It'll give me something to write about.

But you've written so many
wonderful poems in Riverdale.

Mom, it's only gonna be three months.

And then I'll be back.

No, Archie. No.

You'll get one look
at the Pacific Ocean,

and forget all about Riverdale.

Forget Riverdale?

Fat chance.

This will always be my home. Our home.

What?

You're just like your father.

He was full of wanderlust.

He always dreamt about
settling in the West.

He never did, but...

Maybe you will.

With my blessing.

Thank you.

I love you, Mom.

I love you too, Archie.

I don't remember what
happened to Mrs. Andrews.

She bought a dress shop.

And then, one day, a
woman named Brooke came in.

They started a conversation,

and a few weeks later she
moved into the Andrews' house.

They stayed together until the very end.

Mrs. Andrews was always
such a kind woman.

She once gave my mother
hell for disowning me.

Stop.

Is that...

A baby shower outside
in the middle of June.

Oh, no.

Please, stop being so dramatic, Polly.

Look at those cute little paper fans.

Mom. Polly.

You're alive.

And you're so young,
and you're talking again.

Elizabeth, what are
you doing out of bed?

You have the mumps, young lady.

No, no, I feel fine.
I'm going to school.

Mom, you did it.

You divorced Dad, you became a
stewardess, just like you dreamed.

Well, my dream was to see the world,

not pass out peanuts on a
puddle-jumper to Poughkeepsie,

but life goes on.

No, wait, don't rush off, Mom.

Just... Can I... Just... Just
look at me. Just... Look at me.

For heaven's sake, I'm
looking at you, Betty.

And I'm seeing a girl who,
if she doesn't have the mumps,

better hurry up so she's
not late for school.

Right. Of course, school.

First...

I love you, Mom.

Oh.

I love you, Polly.

I'm so, so happy to
see both of you again.

Was my mom a stewardess for very long?

On the contrary.

One night, her pilot had a steak,

three martinis and a heart attack.

And your mom took control of the plane

and flew it from
Riverdale to Poughkeepsie,

landing it safely.

That's right.

And one of the passengers on
the plane asked her to dinner

out of gratitude for saving his life,

and a few months later they got married.

He offered to show her the world,

and she wrote you postcards
from everywhere they went.

Until one day the
postcards stopped coming.

What about Polly?

She had her twins,

Juniper and Dagwood.

She was very fulfilled.

She led a happy life with her family,

but she never got back to
performing as Polly Amorous.

I only ever saw Polly perform once

at the Babylonium,

but I can still picture her.

She was such a star.

Are you ready?

To go back to school one last time?

Is this real?

Or a dream?

It's more like something in between.

But this is really what happened
on that day, back in 1957.

Everyone is so young and
beautiful, and carefree.

They have no idea, do they?

How special this time is,

how quickly it goes by,
like the blink of an eye.

Bee?

You're not supposed to be here.

Or did you have some
kind of miracle recovery?

Veronica.

Oh, thank goodness.

This is too wonderful for words.

Well, there's an ego boost
I didn't know I needed.

You should get the mumps more often.

Well, come on, then.

The day has barely begun,
and we're already behind.

There are about a million things
to do before the last bell rings.

We're getting our yearbooks
today. Don't forget.

I can't believe it, Vee.

This is the last time we'll
be walking into Riverdale High

ever in our lives.

Betty, we haven't even graduated yet.

It's too soon to be
swamped with nostalgia.

That said, I'm feeling a
little verklempt myself.

I'm gonna powder my
nose. Catch you later?

Yes, later.

Attention, Riverdale High students.

Toni.

As your senior class president,

I'm reminding all students
to pick up their yearbooks

in the varsity lounge today,

one per student.

Now... On a more personal note,

as we seniors look
forward to graduation,

it's only fitting that I
share one final poem with you.

It's entitled "Dreams",
by Langston Hughes.

"Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow"

Students of Riverdale High,

we dreamed of a better
school for ourselves.

And with Principal Weatherbee's help,

we made it happen.

As some of us head out into the world,

please remember that we,
each and every one of us,

have the power to make
real and lasting change.

But we have to dream it first.

I remember these.

Articles about Rosa
Parks and the bus boycott.

Toni always made sure that
Riverdale High was in dialogue

with whatever greater issues
were affecting the country.

It's true.

And that will continue, until...

Don't... Don't...

tell me what happened to Toni, please.

I don't wanna know yet.

All right.

I won't.

Ew, barf, what are you doing here?

The word from the bird
is that you had the mumps.

Back off. I don't want
your mumpy cooties.

No, it's fine, Cheryl.
That was a false alarm.

Can I please get my yearbook,
and will you sign it for me?

Not right now, Betty. As
you can see, I'm busy. Later.

But what if I don't see you again?

You most certainly will,
as long as you're not germy.

I expect you at my and
Toni's art show opening

at the Dark Room, tonight.

And afterwards, we're hosting a
little get-together at Thornhill.

- I'll be at both.
- Of course you will.

Now move along, Betty.
There's a line behind you.

Toodles.

Aw. Thanks, Fangs.

No sweat, Bets.

Fangs is used to giving out autographs

now that he had a hit
single on the charts.

Baby, come on. "Pixie Girl"
only made it to number eight.

That's a huge accomplishment.

And what finally got my parents

to sing another tune
about us getting married.

And wait till you hear
his next song, Betty.

Speaking of, we gotta motor.

I'm supposed to be at the
recording studio in half an hour

to lay down some tracks
before going on my summer tour.

Tour?

Six weeks on the road
with an all-star lineup.

A different city every night.

They booked us a super-boss
tour bus and everything.

Catch you later, Betty.

Bye.

It didn't work out like
they had hoped, did it?

No.

Four weeks into his tour,

Fangs' bus was heading
over the Rocky Mountains

when one of its tires blew.

There were no survivors.

Poor Fangs.

He was the first one of us to...

pass away.

But,

that's his gold record, over there.

It'll hang in this room for as
long as there's a Riverdale High.

What about Midge?

Well, thanks to Fangs' songs,

Midge and their daughter
were taken care of

for the rest of their lives.

I remember.

I'm remembering more and more.

Hey, Betty, what are
you doing for lunch?

It's a beautiful day.

Clay and I are gonna eat
outside if you want to join us.

Kevin.

It is a beautiful day. I would
love to join you and Clay.

Gosh, I can't believe
this is the last time

we'll ever have lunch together
at school, Betty. Can you?

I know.

Everything's going so fast, Kev.

And Clay, I feel as if
I've barely got to know you.

That'll change.

Clay and I are gonna
be roommates next year.

Aw!

With me going to Columbia
to study literature

and Kevin going to NYU to
study musical theater writing,

it just made sense for us
to get an apartment together.

- Mmm.
- That's what we told our folks.

Well, my mom and Clay's dad,
they were swell about it.

Just asked us to be
careful like they always do.

And we always are.

What happens to them?

Nothing awful, I hope.

No.

They lived a very spirited
life in the heart of Harlem.

Yes, I remember visiting them.

All they had to do was open a window,

and an entire universe of
music and art would pour in.

Clay became a tenured professor
at Columbia University.

And Kevin started an
off-Broadway theater company.

They saw and survived so
much from that apartment.

Kevin was 82 when he went
to sleep and never woke up.

Clay passed away a few weeks later.

He went out to enjoy
some sun in Central Park,

sat on a bench to feed some pigeons,

and that was that.

Hey, Betty, you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I was just thinking
about you and Clay and how...

You two are soulmates.

Sorry. I know I'm being silly.

Well, um, speaking about soulmates,

what about you guys?

Have the four of you figured
out what you're gonna do yet?

The four of us? What do you mean?

Betty, it's us, Clay
and I. We know the truth.

But if you want, even though
it's the last day of school,

we're happy to keep up the ruse

that you're only dating
Archie and not the others.

- The others.
- What?

Come on. Don't tell me
you've suddenly forgotten

that you, Archie, Veronica and Jughead

have been in a quad
this entire last year.

A quad?

What are you so happy
about, little miss mumps?

Oh, I'm just remembering
where I was a year ago.

Feeling boxed in by my mother's
expectations and society's rules.

Fighting to have my voice heard.

Yes, yes, we all read
the Teenage Mystique.

And now?

And now I'm remembering,

that it's been a really fun year.

Ugh.

Thank you for signing
my yearbook, Reggie.

Anything for the gal who
helped me fix up Bella.

Got to say, though. You and me

could have had one hell of a senior year

taking Bella up to Lover's Lane.

If only you'd chosen me
over chowderhead Andrews.

I didn't choose Archie over you, Reggie.

Or over Jughead, for that matter.

Can you keep a secret?

One that only a handful of people know?

Yeah?

Turns out, after Angel
Tabitha's last visit,

I remembered what it was
like being with Jughead

and being with Archie.

And Archie and Veronica remembered

what it was like being with each other.

But Veronica and Jughead
had just started a thing,

and remembering all
of that, sort of, just,

took the pressure off of us
having to make a single choice.

So the four of us realized

that we could, and maybe should,

just be together,

at the same time.

Are you saying that for the past year,

the four of you have been dating

each other?

It started innocently enough,

with the four of us
going on double dates,

me and Archie, Jughead and Veronica.

And then it kind of
naturally evolved from there.

Some nights, Archie would
sneak into my bedroom

and Veronica would go home with Jughead.

Other nights, Archie would
spend the night at the Pembrooke

and I'd go over to Jughead's.

And sometimes,

more often than you'd imagine,

I would find my way to Veronica's.

Okay, but you guys never thought about

bringing me into the mix?

Veronica and I talked
about it, of course,

a flutter bum like you.

But you were always so
focused on basketball.

Trust me, I would have
made the time, Goldilocks.

But, speaking of that,

I better get back to it.

I'm so glad I got to know you, Reggie.

This you.

And I think you're
destined for greatness.

You too, Cooper.

Did Reggie go professional?

Yes.

The following year he
played for Kansas State.

And then he got drafted by the Lakers.

During the off season,

he would work at his family farm

until his folks passed away.

Then he had to sell the land.

At which point he started
coaching here, at Riverdale High.

He was buried in Duck Creek,

next to his wife and his parents.

He had two sons,

who still run the used car
dealership, Mantle Motors.

We go to the Babylonium next.

How's that absinthe, Betty?

It's delicious. It's just a
bit early in the day for me.

Well, I want to prepare
you because I have news,

that I haven't yet shared with the boys.

The final pieces fell
into place yesterday,

but I'm moving back
to the City of Angels.

Los Angeles?

Why? How?

Josie McCoy's words about
taking over Hollywood

have been ringing in
my ears since her visit.

So I finally called my
good friend Peter Roth

and asked about getting a job,
working for him in La La Land.

I've done the small town thing.

I've done the theater owner thing,

and I now know what I wanna do next.

And what is that, Miss Lodge?

I want to produce movies.

And run a studio someday.

Just like you.

I can't tell you how excited I am

to begin this next chapter, Betty.

To get in on the ground floor,

learn the ropes, work my way
up to being a studio executive,

one of the gatekeepers.

Wow.

It sounds like an
opportunity of a lifetime.

It is.

But I'm detecting something, Betty.

I'm so proud of you.

Of all the things that you've done,

of all the businesses
that you've started.

This move feels...

The most right.

I agree.

Like it was my destiny.

To be in the movies.

The only thing is,
California's so far away.

Betty,

it doesn't matter how far away we are.

We will always be in each other's lives.

I promise.

I always loved this theater.

It had a good run.

Lots of kids made out here.

Lots of gum under these seats.

And Veronica?

The summer after graduation,

Veronica started as an assistant
at Silver Shield Studios.

But within a few years,
she was running the place.

She became known for
her impeccable taste

and for taking risks
on young, raw talent.

She won two Oscars,

and produced some of the most
iconic movies of our time.

Vee was buried in the
Hollywood Forever Cemetery.

I visited her grave once.

We went to some of her
premieres before that.

She was such a force.

I wish...

I wish I had kept in
better touch with her.

With everyone, all of
us. We were so close.

Inseparable.

And then we just...

That's what today is all about.

Remembering and getting one more chance.

And no regrets.

Thank you all for coming tonight.

This is the culmination of
a year-long collaboration

between myself and my partner
in all things, Toni Topaz.

Our relationship is
the most thrilling thing

I could have ever imagined.

We're always creating.

There's no separation
between our art and our love.

So, please mingle, enjoy the work,

and feel free to buy a piece or two.

Also, I'll be sitting
at that table over there,

selling a collected edition of the
first six issues of Black Athena,

Riverdale High's acclaimed
literary magazine.

It's sure to be a collector's item.

Thank you.

These paintings are incredible.

I should try to buy one.

In case you were wondering,

Cheryl had an incredible
career as a painter.

Her work was shown in galleries
and museums across the country.

Even a couple in Europe.

What about Toni?

Toni and Cheryl stayed together.

Moved out west together.

They settled in the Oakland
hills in a Craftsman house,

where they lived as
artists and activists,

and they had a son, Dale,

named after Riverdale, of course.

And how did they pass away?

Peacefully.

After living full, gorgeous,

sexy lives.

What about Julian?

A bit of a lost soul.

After graduation, he enlisted,
served and died in Vietnam.

He was 28.

Nana Rose?

Reincarnated multiple times.

The Bee and Mrs. T got married.

Oh, them.

Frank Andrews and Tom
Keller were murdered.

By who?

A hustler they picked up
one rainy night, named Chic.

What's happening over there?

Veronica has just told us
about her plans to go out west,

and we are not taking it well.

I wasn't there for that conversation?

No.

Well, you should be.

Might help cushion the blow.

What's the tale, nightingales?
Why the long faces?

Ronnie just dropped
an atomic bomb on us.

I told them my Los Angeles news.

Ain't that just the pits?

Come on, boys.

I know we haven't been
talking about it lately,

but we all knew we'd be going our
separate ways after graduation.

Yeah, but now it just feels so real.

And final.

Hey, do we really want to spend what
could be our last night together,

acting like a bunch of wet blankets?

Senior year was amazing
and incredibly fulfilling.

Not just physically, emotionally, too.

Seriously, how lucky were we
to have been brought together?

Given the opportunity to
know and love each other

across, not one, but two lifetimes?

We should be celebrating
that. Not mourning it.

Not yet, at least.

Betty's right. The future can wait.

Tonight is about appreciating
everything we've been through.

And let me tell you, we have
been through a hell of a lot.

You know, I gotta say,

if I had to live through high
school twice, which we did,

I'm glad it was with you three yahoos.

I love you all so much.

Meeting you was the best thing that
could have possibly happened to me,

heartbreaks and all.

And I'm so glad to be here
to say that to you tonight.

Hey, should we all take one
last ride in my hotrod together

to Cheryl's after party?

Where are the others?

Already inside.

- Why aren't you there?
- I can't.

I can't go in.

- How come?
- Because I know and you know

that this is the last time that
all of us will be together, ever.

Betty...

I don't want to say goodbye.

I just don't.

It will be too painful, too
much to bear, like you said.

It was a mistake to come back here.

I should be at home with the mumps.

I should not be saying goodbye.

- It's... It's...
- That's life, Betty.

You say hello.

You walk alongside someone for a while,

and then you say goodbye.

That's the arc of a life.

Isn't it?

Every minute counts.

Okay.

As some of you may know, I'm
kind of a big-time poet now.

We know, Andrews.

You won't stop talking about it.

In any case, I wrote something
to commemorate our time together.

Aw! Are you gonna make
us get the weeps, Archie?

This is an ode to my best friends

and every good thing
that must come to an end.

"Tomorrow, we won't see
each other in study hall

So, here's a few
memories for us to recall

And no, I won't be
mentioning the epic highs

and lows of high school football"

"I grew up next door to Betty Cooper

Who everyone thinks is super duper

Just don't mutter the word 'tangerine'

'Cause it sets off
her serial-killer gene"

"Veronica Lodge, always in pearls,

There isn't a business
you haven't given a whirl

Funny to think you were never prom queen

Then again, you were, once upon
a time, a human dialysis machine"

I specifically asked Angel Tabitha
not to let anyone remember that.

"Cheryl Blossom, you're
as rich as a Rockefeller

You also kept your beloved
Jason down in a cellar.

But I'm glad to see you and
the serpent queen back together

Only thing, Toni,
'Southside' is one word.

So, whoever designed your
jacket is a terrible speller.

Jughead Jones needs no intro.

He made his teacher jump out a window.

Thinks himself a private eye.

Chained himself to Southside High".

Do me next.

"Kevin's voice is so beautiful
he belongs in a chorus.

But he spends most of his
time cruising Fox Forest".

"Fangs, look at you now.

You're a rockstar greaser.

A long way from a cult member who
stole organs to put in a freezer".

"Last but not least,
Mantle the Magnificent.

Pound for pound you're
my closest equivalent.

But there's that other Reggie so how
do we know you're even legitimate?

I'm gonna need to see some
kind of birth certificate".

Not cool, Andrews.

You know I'm sensitive about that.

"These are just some
of our wild endeavors.

But now we've come to the
end of our time together.

It's truly one of my
life's greatest pleasures.

To call you all my best friends.

Forever and ever".

You weren't planning on leaving
without saying goodbye, were you?

I'm afraid it's time for me to go.

Oh...

Okay, well...

Tonight isn't goodbye anyway.

I know we'll see each other again.

Maybe...

Maybe we'll even end up together.

You know, I've always felt

that it would be you and
me at the end of the road.

I mean, it started with us, didn't it?

A boy and a girl next
door to each other.

That's a lovely sentiment, Archie.

But that's not what
happens in the future.

No?

No.

Your mom was right.

You make it to California
and you don't look back.

Then you meet a sweet, strong
girl who makes you laugh.

And you settle down in Modesto.

And you have a beautiful family.

You're a professional construction
worker and an amateur writer.

And you are so, so content

and happy.

And when you die,

you ask to be buried here in Riverdale

next to your father.

Glad you went in?

I am.

But it reminded me...

There's one last person I
want to visit before we leave

if we have time.

We do.

I just want to get some flowers first.

It was right after the beginning
of senior year that he...

Yes.

It was a terrible blow to the town.

At least it happened in his sleep.

What do you think happens to us

when we die?

Well, I can't speak for everyone.

But for a man like Pop Tate,

I have a feeling he's probably
still doing what he loved best.

Flipping burgers and mixing
shakes, and making people smile.

For the rest of eternity, I bet.

It's strange to say,
but I read your obituary

in the paper.

It was lovely, Jughead.

Yours was a life well lived.

Well, as we used to say back in the day,

"It was swell."

I put all my eggs in one basket.

Jughead's Madhouse Magazine.

It became an institution.

It was juvenile satire at best.

Just mocking all of the sacred cows.

People loved it.

And they still love it 70 years later.

It's mostly teens and kids who read it,

but I'm not gonna lie.

As far as legacies go, I could
have done a heck of a lot worse.

Do you think about that a lot, legacy?

No.

- Not too much.
- Well, you should.

First, it was the Teenage Mystique,

a self-published bestseller.

Then there was your advice column,

Betty's Diary.

All I remember from those days
were the never-ending deadlines.

Then it was New York...

Freelancing and protesting.

There was so much to be
angry about back then.

Hmm. Still is.

The same fights.

But other people are fighting them now,

the younger generation.

Who grew up reading the
magazine you started,

She Says Magazine.

The go-to source for feminists
and progressive causes,

exposing hard truths.

Still being published
today, I might add.

As far as professional legacies go,

I could have done a heck of a lot worse.

Do you have any regrets
about not getting married?

None.

But I'm so happy I
adopted my daughter Carla.

I loved being a mother.

And a grandmother.

That's my true legacy,

my family.

What about you? Any regrets
about not getting circled?

Sometimes.

I know it's impossible, but...

I wish that we could
stay in Riverdale forever

with all of our friends,

as we were.

Young and beautiful,

full of hope.

Bursting with love for each other.

I know it's not possible.

No.

It's not.

In fact, it's time to get you back.

I know.

I'm ready

to face whatever comes next.

Oh, Grandma, look. We're nearly there.

Goodbye, town sign.

Goodbye, Sweetwater River
and all its mysteries.

And Fox Forest and it's haunted trees.

Goodbye, red door and
the secrets behind it.

Goodbye, room. Goodbye,
window and Archie's room.

Goodbye, Pembrooke, with your
crackling fires and sexy sleepovers.

Goodbye to cups of coffee
and late nights of writing

and to maple-syrup mornings
and spin-the-bottle parties.

Goodbye to buttered popcorn and
double-features and double-dates.

Goodbye to music and poetry and art.

Goodbye, Riverdale High.

Goodbye to basketball games and
pep rallies and dances at the gym.

Goodbye, lockers.

Goodbye, Blue and Gold.

Goodbye, chalk dust and bobby pins

and whoopee caps and whoopee cushions.

Goodbye to friends and feeling scared

and Fourth of July camping
trips and time capsules

and time.

I wish... I wish there were more of it.

Goodbye, Riverdale.

It was wonderful
getting to grow up here.

Grandma Betty, we're here.

Look, honey. She's asleep.

I don't think she's asleep, honey.

Perfect timing, Betty.

We got you a shake.

Your favorite, strawberry.

Thank you.

We'll leave them here, I think.

Where they're forever juniors.

Forever 17.

Always grabbing a burger or a shake.

Always going to or
coming from some dance,

talking about school, the big game,

who's dating who,

homework,

whatever movie was
playing at the Babylonium,

you know, the moments
that make up a life.

That's where they've...
where we've always been.

In this diner,

in this town,

in the sweet hereafter.

So, if you happen to see that neon sign,

some lonely night at the
end of that long journey,

the journey that every one of us is on,

pull over, come on in, take a seat.

Know that you'll
always be among friends,

and that Riverdale will
always be your home.

Until then,

have a good night.

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