All language subtitles for riverdale s05e18.Next to Normal.eng

Here you go, Betty. And
these are on the house.

Thank you, Fangs.

Thank you, guys, for rallying.

Of course.

How are you holding up, B?

As good as I can be, I guess.

How are the twins doing?

They're
okay, surprisingly.

Cheryl volunteered to
take them for a few days.

They have been asking
about their mom, though.

And I told them that she's
somewhere beautiful and close by.

We hung up a hummingbird
feeder in the rose garden,

and they wait for their
mommy to come visit it.

That's beautiful, Cheryl.

How's your mom?

She's not good, Jug.

She won't leave the house.

She's listening to this Next
to Normal cast album on repeat.

What's Next to Normal?

It's a Broadway musical that
she took Polly and I to see

one year for Mother's
Day in the city.

What's it about?

This family.

To be honest, watching
it, I felt like

it could have been
about us.

The mom, she wants this
normal, perfect family,

but she's
lying to herself.

She and her husband don't
love each other anymore.

She fights with
her daughter a lot,

and one of her
kids is... dead.

Jeez, Betty.

It's actually a
really beautiful show.

And we had the best day.

Just the three of us
walking around New York.

So your mom is just
listening to this album?

Over and over again.

I don't even know what
she's thinking or feeling.

Mom.

The record was skipping.

I, uh...

I'm just tired, that's all.

I'm going to go take a nap.

Okay. I'm gonna clean up
a little bit down here.

Poor
Betty and Alice.

- It's heartbreaking.
- Yeah.

What can we do for them?

I think we're just on standby

for whatever they need.

In the meantime, Archie,
I've been thinking.

Those seven years we
lost after graduation,

- I don't want to lose any more.
- Yeah. Me neither.

So, what do you think about
us moving in together?

Wow. Seriously?

I think it's an amazing idea.

Honestly, I'm surprised that you're
okay with living with roommates.

Oh, I just assumed we'd
live here at the Pembrooke.

Long-term, my house
has a little more room.

- We'd be able to grow into it.

All right, yeah. Let's
give it a go, lover.

Waldo, what's going on?

We have a bit of a situation with
one of our students, Britta Beach.

Oh, no. Is she okay?

Oh, she's fine.

But our janitor, Mr. Poppins, found
her in a closet under the stairwell.

Seems she's been living there.

Well, sadly, I can guess why.

- Where is she now?
- In the cafeteria.

Getting a hot breakfast.

- Can you help?
- Of course.

And I think I know who to call.

Britta, this is a friend
of mine, Ms. Weiss.

She's a social
worker just like me.

Do you want to tell us
what's been going on?

My parents basically
kicked me out.

They blamed me getting kidnapped
by those crazy brothers

on my deviant gay lifestyle.

Britta, there's nothing deviant
about you or your identity.

Matter of fact, you're
perfect, and we support you.

I have a full house
of foster kids,

and I'm happy to offer
you a place to sleep.

Anything else you might need,
at least for a few nights.

And it'll give me more time to find
you a permanent safe and loving home.

Thank you, Ms. Topaz.

Hey, Mom.

I'm going to go for a
hike along the river.

Do you want to come with me?

I don't think so, honey.

Mom, I know you're grieving,

but you need to find
a way to move on.

Do you remember our ski
trip to the Catskill Mountains?

You and Polly, you didn't want
to come off the bunny hill.

I know you miss Polly, Mom.

We both do.

It's not just that, it's...

And those are all of the kitchen
updates I've made since I took over.

Anyway, uh, Mom and Dad,
I thought it would be nice

for us to have dinner
at Pop's tomorrow night.

For Mother's Day?

Uh, no, darling.

We went ahead and made reservations
at a nice Italian restaurant.

Um, Cucina Sacasa.

You really don't want to eat
at Pop's while you're here?

Dad, you practically
grew up in this place.

And I couldn't get
away fast enough.

Okay, Cucina Sacasa
sounds perfect.

Jones, does that work for you?

Yeah, sure. That sounds great.

Great.

And, uh, why would your
busboy come to dinner with us?

Oh, because he's also
my boyfriend, Dad.

So, uh, parents are
pretty intense, huh?

Yeah, that's one way to put it.

And I'm your boyfriend now?

It would be great to
have a buffer at dinner.

- Will you do it?
- Pretend to be your boyfriend?

Yeah, sure.

You know, if you
want, you could...

you could just ask me to
be your real boyfriend.

Jughead, as you know, that is
an intriguing possibility to me,

but your timing couldn't
be less perfect.

Tabitha, Riverdale and
the rest of the world

are in a perpetual
state of crisis.

There's no such thing
as perfect timing.

Unbelievable.

Mom, where did the
piano come from?

Oh, I ordered it on Glamazon.

Do you remember when I
gave you girls lessons?

You loved them so much.

Oh, Mom, Archie and Veronica

invited us over
for dinner tonight.

What if... What if we went?

- It's just next door.
- No, I'm cooking tonight,

Polly's favorite, meatloaf,
for all of us. Will you join?

Sure.

I just have to go pick
something up first.

Wow, Ronnie, this looks amazing.

It's chicken cordon bleu.

And remember, boys, when
Ina Garten tells you

to keep your rolls
tight, you listen.

Ina Garten, the
Barefoot Contessa?

- Fire off Main.
- I'll grab the keys.

- So sorry, babe.
- No apologies, super stud.

Duty calls. City needs you.

Yeah, we'll nuke it
up when we get back.

Don't wait up, okay?

Sir. Yes, sir.

I'm going to eat in the garage.

Sounds good.

Mom, what is this?

Oh, Betty, perfect timing.

I know I went a little overboard,
but isn't this so nice?

All of us together
around one table again?

Mom, stop.

You are freaking me out.

I mean, tell me, honestly, is your plan
to just never leave the house ever again?

Why would I? I have
everything I need right here.

All of my children.

Mom...

you know Charles and Polly
aren't really here, right?

What's that?

Polly's ashes.

I thought having them might
bring you comfort or closure.

That can't be right.
I'm sitting right here.

Tell Betty to stop
being such a brat.

Hey, I have an idea.

Why don't you and
I go into the city?

See a Broadway show?

Could be really good
for you, for both of us.

- Yeah, I'd like that.
- Okay.

- Thank you, honey.
- Mmm.

Didn't hear you come in
last night, Mr. Inferno.

Oh, my God! Redacted!

Hey, Jug, pass me a luffa.

Um, where's Archie?

Uh, he slept at the
station last night

so some of the
guys could go home,

take a power nap, clean up.

Guy's a prince, right?

So, they all left you,
all your congregants.

It was bound to happen.

Forget your cruelty,
Mother. I'm praying.

Hmm. Yes, to your false gods.

You said my ministry was a scam
and that yours was genuine.

When really it was the pathetic
attempt of a narcissist

to prop herself up.

Enough!

My ministry is real.
My God is Gaea.

And now I see plainly my
devil, Mother, is you.

An exorcism, nightmare
child? That's rich.

Oh!

- Oh!
- Toodle-oo.

Hey, by the way,
thanks for helping me cram

for the Series 7 exam, Ronnie.

You must think it's nuts

that I want to pursue being
a licensed stockbroker.

Not at all.

Trust me, if anyone understands

the thrill of Wall
Street, it's me.

Or it was.

Okay. Next question.

A broker who lives in Greenwich decides
to work from her Miami pied-a-terre.

How long can she do so without
violating regional law?

Thirty days. Then she must report
back to her original branch office.

Boom. Mantle the
Magnificent for the win.

I'm telling you,
Ronnie, in five years,

I'm going to have the swankiest
penthouse in New York City

and a killer job on
the stock exchange.

How does that sound?

Sounds like heaven, Reggie.

Whew.

Okay. Our Smarty's
reservation is at 6:30.

Our Moulin Rouge! tickets
are at "will call."

I have our tram
track confirmation.

And I splurged and got us
two business-class seats.

Why only two?

What? Mom, are you okay?

You're leaving me behind?

No, honey, let me explain.

Mom, no, don't go there.

Whatever this is, okay,
it's just memories.

Mom, please, let's just go.

It's not real. It's just
your guilt or grief.

They don't exist!

But I do.

No, I need them.
And they need me.

I need you.

But you weren't here.

I begged you to
stay and you left.

For seven years you were gone.

And when you did
finally come back...

all of this started with Polly.

You drove her away.

She died.

She's dead because of you.

Jughead Jones.

Join me a second?

Jughead, you seem like
a nice enough fellow,

so you should know.

My daughter is going
through a phase.

Whatever this is between
you, it's a passing fancy.

Uh...

Well, I can assure you, sir,
I... I really like your daughter.

- And I'm pretty sure that she feels the same way.

Son, man to man...

she's out of your league.

I'm not trying to belittle you.
I'm simply being realistic.

My advice?

Do all of us a favor

and don't show up to
that Mother's Day dinner.

You remind me of Hiram Lodge.

I don't know who that is.

But please have a
Swellegrino for the road.

Sorry I missed dinner again.

It's like the entire town's
on fire all of a sudden.

Actually, Archie...

can we check in?

About us and where we're going?

Sounds serious.

I just want to know...

I just want to know
where you see us...

and yourself in the
next five years.

Veronica, you know I
would never do anything

to hold you back
from any opportunity,

but in my...

heart of hearts...

in five years, I...

I see myself in Riverdale.

Is that a deal-breaker?

Of course not, Archiekins.

I just...

I think it's
important for us to...

have these honest conversations.

Toni, you've been
going at it all night.

You want to take a
break for some lasagna?

I can't, Fangs. I've
spent all day on the phone

trying to find a place
for Britta to live.

I tried group homes,
youth shelters,

other social workers.
No one will take her.

You know, this might
be a terrible idea,

but there is one more
person you could ask.

Someone with a newfound
penchant for helping people.

No.

- No way.
- Why not?

Cheryl really has changed.

And any port in a storm.

Right?

Hey, Betty, what's going on?

Could've come to your house.

No, Kev.

Home is bad and getting worse.

I'm just petrified for my mom.

She's in this cocoon where Polly

and her normal, perfect
family are thriving.

I'm just lost.

We both are.

Maybe my mom was right.

And it's my fault Polly's dead.

Betty, it's not.

And you still have a choice.

Sometimes when we're
in free-fall...

we test our loved ones' love.

We push people away.

Hold on tighter.

Make the commitment
to your mother.

Go back. Pick up the pieces.

Catch each other.

What's keeping
your boyfriend, Tabitha?

Probably too much ketchup to
scrape off the countertops.

Guys, please stop being
mean about Jughead.

If you're still upset
that I left Chicago

for Riverdale to run our
family business, Dad,

then just say so for God's sake.

You had a wonderful career.

You could have worked with me.

Hold that thought, Dad.

My date just showed up.

T.T. for tea-time.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I have a favor to ask, Cheryl.

There's this girl
that needs a home.

Britta Beach.

Her story is pretty
similar to yours.

Didn't go so well with her
family when she came out.

So I thought if
you had the space,

maybe you could offer
her a place to stay.

Poor cherub.

But I must admit, I'm
surprised you'd trust me

with such precious cargo.

I loved you.

And I felt your love.

And I know the huge
capacity for love

your heart has.

And it's exactly what
Britta needs right now.

Well, then I'd be honored.

Archie, can we talk?

Okay.

In my marriage with Chad...

I felt like I was muted.

Like I was fading.

And it happened so slowly

I didn't even
notice it at first.

And the thing is,

I'm starting to feel
that way again here.

Like I'm not myself.

Like I'm losing myself.

Ronnie, I'm sorry, I...

I had no idea.

Archie, I think...

I think...

we should take a beat...

until we figure out
what we're doing.

We shouldn't rush this.

Maybe we just go back to dating

and having fun like we used to.

That's a sweet idea.

But we're not in
high school anymore.

Betty.

What are you doing here?

I took the record
player out of the house.

You won't need it anymore.

Years ago,

I made you a promise

that I would come
back to Riverdale...

which I broke.

But right now, I'm
making you a new one.

I'm not leaving you alone.

Ever.

I love you so much, Mom.

I'm here.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean that horrible
thing I said to you.

That Polly was your fault.

It's okay, Mom.

The irony is...

all I ever wanted was

for us to be a normal family.

I'm glad they decided
to do a memorial

and bury the ashes.

It was really beautiful,

everyone coming
together like that.

As the Bard once said,

"We cannot hold
mortality's strong hand."

But we can hold each other's.

Remember what's
really important.

Seemed like Britta
and Cheryl were

getting along well.

She's already got Britta
in a cape, I noticed.

You did a really
good thing, Toni.

For both of them.

Fangs...

I think I love you.

Well, if I'm being honest...

I think I love you too, Toni.