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Previously on Riverdale...

- Dude, what are you doing?
- What we've been doing all summer.

My dad is right over there.

Why?

He's the new RROTC instructor.

Welcome, cadets.

Excuse me, Major Mason? I'm
hoping it's not too late to join?

Can I get another
bartender in here, please?

Hey, Toby! Toby! I know him.

Listen up, Andrews,

you are in free fall,
and I am not having it.

You broke the code. Turn
in your jackets and go.

Are you serious, Jones?

I'm a Serpent by blood. You
can't take that away from me.

I think my mom may have hired
someone to shoot my father,

so that she could make a profit
from the sale of his drug operation.

We're gonna destroy them
before my mom sells everything.

What the hell did you do?

My buyer is coming, Veronica,
and they are gonna want blood.

Riverdale is like Bizarrotown,

where murder, mystery, and candy drugs

aren't the exception, they're the norm.

You forget sometimes that people
are still just living their lives.

Doing things as ordinary
as getting married.

What do you mean, you
don't want a big wedding?

Well, we just finalized
our divorces, Kevin,

and this is a second
marriage for both of us.

And with everything that's
going on in Riverdale...

Yeah, we just wanna go down to
Town Hall and just keep it simple.

If I may?

We fully disagree.

But we're not the ones getting married,

so we respect your decision.

As long as you let us throw you

an after-party at La Bonne Nuit.

Ah...

If there's no wedding reception,
it means the Gargoyle King has won.

Okay, but a small one.

Fabulous. I'll send out invites today.

- Marcus.
- Tom.

Cadet Keller, ladies,
how are you all doing?

We're good. Thank you.

Actually, we've got some news.

Tom and I are finally tying the knot,

and these two are throwing
us an after-party downstairs.

You and Moose can be our first invites.

How 'bout it?

I'll... check my calendar, Sierra.

What's his deal?

Marcus and I used to be good
friends. We did RROTC together, but we

just grew apart.

It's probably the jealousy.

Well...

Marcus always had a
crush on me, as you know,

but I only had eyes for you.

Oh, lucky me.

Mmm.

It feels so good to sleep
in a real bed, doesn't it?

Far away the rural horrors of tent city.

Well, I don't miss the cold
or the mud, that's true. But...

I don't know, I miss the game, babe.

Oh, my God. Our SAT scores.

I pray mine are good enough
for Highsmith College.

The women of my family have
gone there for generations.

I don't indent to
break Blossom tradition.

Much like desert hearts,
my score's not perfect,

but it's close.

How'd you fare, T.T.?

Flawless.

As I've always known you to be.

Since you two vigilantes took it upon
yourselves to burn all the Fizzle Rocks

that I had already sold,

you are gonna come up with the
money to pay back what's owed.

How are we supposed to do that?

I'd start with the speakeasy's coffers.

We don't make nearly enough to pay off

whatever kingpin you're
working with, Mom.

Well, then I suggest
you get creative, mija.

And quickly.

The buyer, who has a reputation
for being dangerously unhinged,

is on their way to Riverdale,

and they're looking to get paid back in
full for the drugs they are not getting.

Who is this buyer?

You don't need to know.

They're sending an intermediary.

How much money are we
talking about, Mrs. Lodge?

And suddenly, I'm in
an episode of Ozark.

No.

But you are in the big leagues now,

and it is time to sink or swim.

Furthermore, I've
successfully balanced my duties

as Captain of the River Vixens

and president of the student
body whilst maintaining a 4.2 GPA,

perfect attendance, and achieving
an almost perfect SAT score.

For these reasons, I believe I'm an
exemplary candidate for Highsmith College.

Not to mention, I'm legacy.

You are, Ms. Blossom. However,

most recently, Highsmith College's Board
of Directors have decided it's time to

diversify our student
body with women from

outside the alumni pool.

This is a new initiative?

I'm afraid so,

but long overdue, don't you agree?

Oh! Absolutely.

I'm just imagining which board member in
particular suddenly developed a conscience.

Hey, I need to ask you something.

Hey.

- Will you be my date to my dad's wedding?
- Kevin...

I know, it's a public event,

and you haven't come out to your
dad yet, but maybe it's time?

I mean, how long have we been together?

- Since summer started.
- So practically forever.

And I love the clandestine grope
as much as the next gay guy,

but we've never even spent
a proper night together.

You don't think I want to?

So do it, just talk to your dad.

- Dad.
- Major Mason.

I told you they were in here, sir.

Cadet Mason, Cadet Keller.

The meeting with the Naval Academy
recruitment officer is about to start, so,

on the double.

I'm sorry, Kev, I can't.

Hey, Sweet Pea.

I hope you don't mind
me dropping by like this.

I'm always happy to see you, Josie.

Especially if this is...

A booty call?

Wouldn't be the first one we've
had since our summer fling ended.

Well, it's not.

Um, I don't know if you've heard,

but my mom is getting
married to Kevin's dad,

and I wanted to know if you
would be my date to the wedding.

As your boyfriend?

Does it have to be so official?

Josie,

I like you.

And I would be with you,
all in with you, in a second,

but you sliding into my life
whenever you don't wanna be alone...

I'm not built that way.

Maybe that makes me needy, but I just...

I gotta get off this
merry-go-round with you.

So, this is the infamous Maple Club.

And no surprise it's as cheap
and callow as your efforts

to sabotage my admission
to your alma mater.

I spoke to the headmistress
at Highsmith College.

She enlightened me about
a certain new policy

that seems designed specifically
to keep me from attending.

I can't think of anyone else
who would stoop so low, Mumsy.

Care to explain?

Cheryl.

The hallowed halls of Highsmith

shall not be polluted by someone of your

alignment.

You are an aberration.

And I'm so sure the alumni newsletter
would be thrilled to profile

a twice-widowed dominatrix
with a proclivity for poison.

With the hefty financial gifts I've
bestowed upon them over the years,

I doubt they would bat an eye.

Now, accept it, Cheryl.

This is the price of salt.

Your presence shall
not besmirch Highsmith.

The charges against
you are very serious.

Oh, wow, what do you suggest?

I could request an injunction.

I think I'd like to
go straight to trial.

Where you going?

I am having a little snack,
before having my other snack.

What is it?

"Fair Sierriana,

Friar Thomas,

congratulations on
your upcoming nuptials.

If you wish to live to
see this blessed event,

you must reunite with
your Midnight Club to...

To complete Ascension
Night once and for all."

"Tell no one,

or your children will pay the price.

Best wishes,

The Gargoyle King."

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Well, someone looks like they
could use an epaulette to cry on.

I'm not trying to
carb-shame you, Kevin, but,

whatever's on your
mind, it's not worth it.

So, put down the Swizzler

and tell me your tale of woe.

I could use the distraction.

Well,

there's this guy, and we've
been having problems...

Moose, you mean?

Please, I have eyes.

I saw you lounging
together at my pool party,

looking like a community theater
production of The Talented Mr. Ripley.

The Koose ship's been
trouble from the gay get-go.

Maybe it's time you move on.

I can't go back to Fox Forest.

Oh, sullen, tenderhearted Kevin.

I'm not talking about cruising,

I'm talking about Bumble.

Look.

I'm sure you can find a well-adjusted,
handsome, out and proud fella here.

That'd be nice.

But I like Moose a lot.

I just wish he'd be honest
with his dad, so we could date.

You know, openly.

- What's his hang-up?
- Major Mason's not

the biggest fan of our persuasion.

It burns me that there are people
in this town that still believe

that being gay is anything less

than rapturous.

Maybe Moose would come
out if he liked me more.

No. It's not your fault, Kevin.

Your aesthetic may be
firmly rooted in the 1950s,

but you're a catch in any decade.

As for the object of your affection,

maybe he just needs
the subtlest of nudges?

A bulldozer wouldn't be enough.

Attention, students, it's time
for the daily announcements.

As Riverdale High's first openly
lesbian Student Body President,

I'm announcing the launch of a new club,

an LGBTQIA Alliance,

with the mission to find and support our
fellow queer and questioning students.

In that spirit,

this week's blind item will be on theme.

A certain oh-so-hunky,
all-American RROTC cadet

is afraid to come out of the closet.

Well, let's show this cadet
that Riverdale High is welcoming,

so and his Broadway-loving
boyfriend can finally PDA

like the other sex-crazed
couples dwelling amongst us.

Also, for lunch today we're
having Shepherd's Pie. Thank you.

Did you put Cheryl up to that?

What, her not-so-blind
item? Of course not.

I'm opposed to publicly outing people
unless they're conservative politicians.

Have people guessed it's you?

No.

- I don't know. Maybe.
- Moose,

putting aside what Cheryl did,

we've been together for a while now, and

I can't keep playing Brokeback Riverdale
with someone who's in the closet.

Either you come out to your dad or,

I'm sorry, but we're breaking up.

Either way, I'll respect your decision.

What the hell were you thinking?

Just now? About the sweet, sweet
revenge I'm gonna get on Mumsy.

Hopefully with a little help
from you and your trusty camera,

O shutterbug of my dreams.

- You just outed Moose.
- No, I didn't.

It was a blind item, Toni. For all anyone
knows, I wasn't ever referring to him.

Moose's father could have
heard that announcement.

Oh, my God, is this our first fight?

Cheryl, get some perspective!

Did you know that my uncle hated
the fact that I dated girls?

That's why the Serpents
were so important to me.

They were like my nonjudgmental family.

And now I don't have them.

Toni, I'm sorry.

- I didn't realize...
- Of course you didn't.

Because you're too busy being Cheryl,

causing chaos regardless
of the consequences.

Look, babe, I get that
you're mad at your mom,

and you're pissed that you're not
going to some hoity-toity college

that I could never get into or afford...

- If it's about money...
- Cheryl, just stop and listen to me!

Highsmith College was your legacy.

The Serpents were mine.

Now they're not.

Toni, I'll...

I'll fix this.

- What part?
- All of it.

You are the most important
person in my life.

I'll do whatever it takes to
make all these things right.

But I may need your help.

Josie, hey.

- Archie, hey.
- Am I interrupting?

Just practicing.

There's a recruiter from Julliard

holding local auditions and
my slot's this afternoon.

Well, if you're nervous,
don't be. You're gonna kill it.

Ha! If could even get there.

It's at Seaside, and I just assumed

that Sweet Pea would give me a ride,

but I didn't even get
a chance to ask him.

Sweet Pea?

Wait, are you guys...

No, I ended it, so that
I could focus on my music.

Which is what I always do.

Stay focused.

So much so that I've
pushed everyone away.

And I can't ask my
mom for a ride because

she doesn't even know
that I have this audition.

Because if she knew, and
I didn't do well at it,

she'd start asking me about my
backup plans, which I don't have.

Let me take you.

I got the jalopy.

Really?

Absolutely.

Just remember this moment
though, when you're accepting your

Best New Artist Grammy, okay?

Okay.

What's up, Ronnie?

We're dead.

We're officially dead.

That, or we're about to
have our kneecaps broken,

courtesy of whoever
this mystery buyer is.

Does that really happen?

I've combined my liquid funds
from Pop's and La Bonne Nuit.

We're not even a
quarter of the way there.

Is robbing banks still a thing?

Although the thought of being
Bonnie to your Clyde is intriguing,

banks have round-the-clock
security guards with guns.

Yeah, but if they're anything like
my dad's lame-ass security guards...

Holy crap! I'm a genius.

My dad keeps cash in his
safe at the dealership.

Enough to make up the
difference probably.

I'm not gonna let you
steal from your own family.

That dealership is my
legacy, so technically,

I'd be borrowing money
from my future self.

And everything is insured, so
my dad will get a sweet payout.

Which is more than he deserves for all
the shiners he's given me over the years.

This is lunacy.

But it might be inspired lunacy.

How would we get it all done?

My dad's security guard
is only on duty at night,

after closing. So,

I'd hit the lot during the
day, probably lunchtime,

when my dad is usually
at Pop's with a customer,

trying to close a sale.

You could wear a Gargoyle mask,

so as not to get recognized.

And I, of course, would come with you,

as we're in this mess together.

You can be my baby driver.

Just, please, don't scratch my car.

Okay?

So we all received letters then,

to finish Ascension Night?

This was taped to my trailer.

Mine came to the dealership.

Thought you caught
the Gargoyle King, FP?

Tall Boy was using the game
as a cover to deal drugs,

but he wasn't the one running around,

setting up chalices back
when we were in high school.

We're not really taking
this seriously, are we?

I think we have to assume that this
is real, if only for our kids' sake.

And then what?

I mean, we're just supposed to
leave them home alone all night

while we run around pretending
to be teenagers again?

May I remind you what
happened last Ascension Night?

Someone ended up dead.

We don't have any choice in the matter.

We all know why this is
happening again, and now.

Two members of the original Midnight
Club are daring to get married,

to be happy,

and the Gargoyle King,
whoever or whatever he is,

wants to destroy that. He
is a vicious and petty god,

and if we don't finish the game now,

the Gargoyle King is
never gonna leave us alone.

Yeah, maybe if we do this,
we catch the son of a bitch.

There's only one problem...

The letter says we all
have to participate.

I'll talk to Hiram.

All right, well, it's settled then.

We finish the game we started.

Name.

Josephine McCoy.

All right, then.

Whenever you're ready.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

- Oh, my God, Reggie, were you shot?
- Yeah.

I got the money, but turns out
there was security after all.

- Well, are you okay...
- Drive! Drive!

Thanks for your help, Toni.

Just remember your promise to me.

Don't worry, babe, I have a mega
plan, and this is only step one.

Operation Fifty Shades
of Blackmail is underway.

What in God's name are
you Jezebels doing here?

Whatever mad, Sapphic caper you're on,

I won't have you jeopardize
my thriving business.

Step down from the
Highsmith College Board

and revoke your ban on my admittance,

or we'll go public with these
photos of your sorry clientele.

I am far from ashamed
of my work, Cheryl.

Need I remind you that blackmail is

far more illegal than anything
that goes on at the Maple Club,

all of which is consensual.

How will your clients feel once
we publish their names and photos?

Don't test us, Mumsy.

We know how to dominate too.

Did it come through?

- Um...
- Come on, what's it say?

"Unfortunately, we are

unable to invite you
to callbacks this year."

I'm sorry, Josie.

I know I'm biased, Archie, but
I think I killed that audition.

I sang my heart out,

and it still wasn't enough.

Then, they're crazy.

- They don't deserve you.
- I've given so much to this,

and all along I've been saying,

"It's okay, it'll be worth it."

I've built up so many walls to
focus on this one thing, and now...

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

- And I'm alone.
- Hey...

- you're not alone.
- I am.

I can't even get a date
to my mom's wedding.

That speaks volumes.

I'll do it.

What? Be my date?

I've been alone these last few months,

either literally

or feeling like I'm
from Mars, and it sucks.

Yeah.

So, maybe I can help you
feel a little less alone.

Okay.

I can't believe I was shot.

You sure you don't wanna
go to a doctor, Reggie?

Nah, it's just a graze.

Besides, now I can say I've been shot.

Except you can't, since
we want everyone to believe

that the Gargoyle gang robbed
your father's dealership.

Right. Right.

Okay.

Let's see how much money we just comped.

And pray it's enough.

What? A dye pack?

Oh, hell. We're screwed.

I did it. I told my dad.

What? You did? How'd it go?

He was quiet and weird at first,

but then okay, I think.

We went to Pop's afterwards
and got chicken pot pie.

Which is a good sign, right?

I am so proud of you, Moose.

Does that mean you'll be
my date to the wedding?

Yeah. And more importantly,

I think we should do it.
Spend the night together.

Only question is where?

Don't worry. I know the perfect
spot where no one will interrupt us.

Well, in a fortuitous turn
of events, Ms. Blossom,

Highsmith College's policy
not to admit legacy candidates

has been reconsidered. So, we
may proceed with our interview.

Respectfully, Headmistress Patricia,

I know you only perform a limited
number of these one-on-ones.

With my qualifications,

legacy status or not,
I'm obviously a shoo-in.

Therefore, I'd like to
cede my time to another

unquestionably worthy candidate.

Ms. Antoinette Topaz,

future photojournalist and
Nobel Peace Prize recipient.

It's a pleasure to
meet you, Headmistress.

Knock 'em dead, babe.

And remember, this is only step two.

Uh, yes, please. Have a seat.

- Do you have your portfolio with you?
- Yes, I do.

Whoever you are, please be chill.

Oh, great. More teenagers.

Here's your money. Or as
much as we could get of it.

Veronica Lodge, I presume?

I can't believe your mom sent
you out here to sort out her mess.

Hey, I know she's cutthroat
but, man, that's cold as ice.

Sorry, are we supposed to know you?

I'm Gladys Jones.

You might know my kid,

Jughead?

- What?
- Seriously?

You're Jughead's mom?

Mrs. Jones, if you could
give us a little more time,

I know we can get you
the rest of the money.

Just please don't break our kneecaps.

I gotta say,

I do admire the fact that you two
came out here knowing you were short.

Shows you know how to
take responsibility.

Look at the two of you.

You kind of remind me a little
bit of me and FP back in the day.

So, I'll tell you what, I'm gonna
be sticking around for a while.

So, I will take your money, but
I'm gonna have to charge you a fee,

because I'm gonna need
to get it laundered.

- Every which way.
- Understood.

And then, we'll figure out
a payment plan for the rest.

But, in exchange, you're gonna
lend me those sweet wheels.

Not Bella.

Please, Mrs. Jones,
Reggie loves that car.

Then I'll make sure I
take real good care of her.

Oh, wait, one more
thing. Just as a favor,

don't tell Jughead about our business.

I mean, if you do,
I'm gonna have to tell

Hiram about his missus going
behind his back for a cut,

and that'd be bad for all of us.

Greetings, Moose.

What the hell, Cheryl? What do you what?

To apologize.

Outing you was wrong

for so many reasons.

It's a personal decision that
I shouldn't have taken from you.

I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

And that's step three. Bon appetit.

Cheryl?

I'm not saying what you did was right,

but it kind of turned out okay.

I'm out to my dad now.

And Kevin and I, we...

We're finally gonna do it.

Tonight, in some secret bunker.

Well, well, well, Moose.

In that case, I'd bring a fresh
set of sheets, if I were you.

A lot of people have
had sex on that cot.

Feels like we never left.

'Cause we never did.

All right, the Gargoyle King
wants us to finish Ascension Night,

so we better start by
finding the chalices,

then we flip for our fates
and drink up. Game over.

You want us to drink poison?

Not quite. Penelope, did you bring them?

The antidote to cyanide.

Drink it now, you'll be inoculated
for the next several hours.

Oh, come on.

All right, let's get these
chalices and get this over with.

Should we wait for the Lodges?

We're already here, Sierra.

Friends, good to see you again.

Although I'm certain not
all of you feel the same way.

Well, I sure as hell don't.

But we're here on a mission,
so let's get after it.

I know. Candles, it's dumb.

Nah, I get it.

Girl's bathroom is clear.

That's where I found
the chalices before.

- Did you check the trophy case?
- Yeah, we did. Nothing.

We searched the student lounge,

the closet where we found Featherhead...

Second floor is clear.

- So is the cafeteria.
- And the library.

I don't understand. The
objective was simple.

Return to school, find the
chalices, finish the game.

What aren't we seeing?

Wait a minute, where's Penelope?

Penelope, what is it?

_

The hell does it mean?

It's a prank, and we've been played.

Or...

it's just another iteration of the game.

And what the Gargoyle
King wanted all along,

to distract us

- and lure us away from...
- Our kids.

- Mom?
- Hey, Dad.

- Josie, where are you?
- I'm rehearsing with Archie.

What's going on?

Archie, lock the doors, do
not let anybody in the house.

It's locked, Dad. What's wrong?

- Crap, it's my dad.
- My mom's calling me, too.

Do you think he knows
about the dealership?

- Mom?
- What's up, Dad?

- It's my dad.
- It's my mom.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hello?

- Jughead...
- Betty, where are you?

It's my hateful mother.

- Why are you calling, night hag?
- Cheryl, just do what I say.

Keep your bow close.

Josie is with Archie at Fred's.

- Veronica's with Reggie.
- Kevin's not picking up.

Cheryl, you don't know where
the Keller boy is, do you?

It's funny.

Part of me thought this
was never gonna happen.

I'm glad it did.

Betty, if that's you, I
reserved the bunker for tonight.

Betty!

What the hell is this?

- Who are you guys?
- What are doing?

Say something!

- Let go of me! Get your hand off me.
- Oh, my God. No!

Oh, my God, Moose, no!

Oh, my God.

What do you want?

Please. Please, let us go.

They want us to flip for our fate.

We're not doing that.

We're not playing your sick game, okay?

If we don't, they'll kill us.

- I'll go first. I'll go first!
- No, Kev...

Is this what you want?
Will this make you happy?

Drop the weapons!

- Don't move! Don't move!
- Dad!

They're from the RROTC?

What? Why?

Dad?

Let's cut to the bone, Mason.

Are you the Gargoyle King?

There was no poison in those chalices.

I was just...

scaring them.

Right. Scaring them straight?

You set out to abduct and
terrorize your own kid.

How'd you talk your cadets into helping?

I made it a quest.

The Gargoyle King told them
their brothers needed help.

When you are weak, I am weak.

The RROTC was the same way

when Tom Keller and
I were in high school.

Back then, us cadets
did everything together,

and no one was closer
than me and my best friend,

Tommy Keller.

Until I tried to kiss him.

Marcus...

When my parents found
out about my inclinations,

they sent me to the Sisters,
to get help for my...

weakness of character.

That's where I first met the King,

and where I started playing
Gryphons and Gargoyles,

which I later learned Tommy
played too with his Midnight Club.

The Sisters cured me of impure thoughts.

I became strong, as I
have been all these years.

But then, I heard Tom and
Sierra were getting married

just as my own son Moose

told me he was seeing Tom's boy,

who looks just like Tommy did.

When I...

You wanted...

to destroy what you couldn't have.

The Sisters scared you

with the Gargoyle King, so you
thought you'd do the same...

to Moose and Kevin.

Man, the Sisters did a number on you.

Tall Boy was using the
costume to sell drugs,

but Major Mason was using
it to, what, scare his kid?

We keep taking down Gargoyle Kings,
and they keep popping up again.

It's like playing Whac-A-Mole.

Yeah, but the true Gargoyle King,

if there even is an
ur-King, is still at large.

Daddy?

- Jellybelly?
- What?

I'm sorry I was such a jerk last time.

No, that's all right,
sweetheart. It's okay.

- Nice hat.
- You, too.

Hey, Jughead.

Hey, FP.

Hi.

What are you guys doing here?

I think what you meant
to say is, "Welcome home."

We're always happy to see you, Gladys.

Just, uh, wish you had called

and told us you were coming to visit.

Visit? Nah, me and JB
are here to stay awhile.

In the end, our folks got
the wedding they wanted.

The four of us, at Town Hall.

They said it didn't
feel right having a party

after everything.

So, what now?

Well, after everything that
Kevin and Moose just went through,

not getting into
Julliard doesn't seem like

such a big deal.

Honestly, I... I don't know.

Just take it day by day.

That's what I'm doing, too.

And the bummer is, I was gonna
suggest we sing together, Josie.

So, why can't we?

♪ I always wanted to see
the lights of Broadway ♪

♪ I always wanted to
hear the traffic roar ♪

♪ I always wanted to be a part of
New York City's great big heart ♪

♪ And now I am I
couldn't ask for more ♪

♪ People like us ♪
♪
We get through the day ♪

♪ Survive in the city
way better than most ♪

♪ We go through the motions
from nightcap to nightcap ♪

♪ Here but not here ♪
♪
With the heart of a ghost ♪

♪ People like us ♪
♪
We meet up some night ♪

♪ In a room full of strangers
who call themselves friends ♪

♪ It feels like a dream ♪
♪ But it's too hard to tell ♪

♪ Where the dream begins
and the real world ends ♪

♪ And where ♪

♪ Where do we belong? ♪

I'm glad it was too
late to cancel the cake.

It's beautiful.

You're beautiful.

I love you, Sierra.

I love you, Tommy.

I can't stay, Kev.

I just... I came to tell you that.

I'm, uh, I'm moving to
Glendale to stay with my aunt.

Moose, your friends
are here, and I'm here,

- and you can live with any of us.
- Kevin...

I...

I can't live here.

At least not for a little while.

I'm gonna miss you, Marmaduke.

I'm gonna miss you, Kevin Keller.

It's so messed up what Major Mason did.

It's the Sisters' conversion
therapy. It twisted his soul.

Well, I'm glad we got you out
of that hellhole when we did.

I'll never forget the
day you saved me, T.T.

And, since you've done so much for me,

I wanted to do something for you.

Call it step four.

What's this?

A gang. If you want it.

You said you were missing
having the Serpents as a family,

so I found some other girls who were
looking for support or community,

or just good old-fashioned fisticuffs,

and I thought maybe, we
could start a new family?

Cheryl, this is the most badass

and romantic thing you've ever done.

Uh... Do we have a name yet?

How about

the Pretty Poisons?

Pretty by day, poison by night.

I love it.

You said you have an update for me?

Yeah, but first...

You could have told us that the
secret buyer was Jughead's mom.

Wait, Gladys showed up?

I assumed that she would
have sent one of her deputies

scurrying up from Toledo.

Nope. And about Toledo, Mom,

I've got some news for you.

I don't think Gladys
is leaving anytime soon.

Everything's going
just how you said, Mom.

I've got Dad wrapped around my pinky.

You're his weakness, baby.

Which means, we got the whole town, JB.

Your old man's the sheriff,

the mayor owes us serious cash. Hell,

even her daughter's working for me now.

Oh, yeah,

we moved to the right
place at the right time.

I could feel it.

♪ Where ♪

♪ Where do we belong? ♪

Archie...

Can I kiss you?

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