All language subtitles for Riverdale.US.S04E06.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

[Betty] Previously
onRiverdale...

Now that the doll's back,
the spirit of Julian

is haunting Thistlehouse?

What other explanation
could there possibly be?

These kids, they're good kids.

Reg, we're thinking
maybe the Bulldogs

could be like
big brothers to them.

Did you happen to know
my grandfather?

[Francis] Your grandfather
was an excellent writer.

[Betty] We don't actually
know anything about Charles.

I'm interested in,
"Is he a serial killer or not?"

You see,
our father needed help,

"Our father?"

Leave town

or the next time we meet,

you won't be driving away.

You won't even be walking.

[gun cocking]

You're a dead man,
you hear me?

You're a dead man walking!

[Jughead] This is
what happens in Riverdale.

Once the sun sets,

Dodger's minions go to work.

He recruits
hungry and homeless kids,

so that if they're arrested,
they do some time in juvie,

but then, they're back
on the streets...

...working for Dodger again.

They're chewed up
by the system.

[metal clanking]

Except that recently,

someone's thrown
a tire iron into the system.

You'll thank me someday.

[muffled] Let me go.
Come on, man.

[Jughead] Usually,
Dodger or the police

would go to the kid next, but tonight's his lucky night.

Instead of getting sucked
back into the system

then spat out again...

...these kids,

they've got someone
looking out for 'em now.

People that ask themselves,

"How do you save a town?"

And who know the answer...

Welcome to the team.

..."One kid at a time."

For every kid saved,

there was one less
hustling for Dodger,

and that would not do at all.

[instrumental music plays]

[engine starts]

[Jughead] Meanwhile,
in existential hell,

I was facing the tyranny
of a blank page.

[dial pad beeps]

I need my anchor.

[cell phone dialing]

Hey, I didn't wake you, did I?

[bell dinging]

-Hi.
-Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I just can't write.

Mr. Chipping gave the class
this assignment

where we're supposed to write
our own version

of a Baxter Brothers novel,

which should be
a dream come true,

but for the first time
in my life,

I'm having writer's block.

Why?

My advice, just take a break.

Okay? Take a walk.
Look at some art.

Kiss your girlfriend.

I keep thinking
I should be breaking

the Baxter Brothers
novels down

like, scientifically,
or something.

That could work,
but you could also...

...kiss your girlfriend.

-[both chuckle]
-I'm sorry.

[indistinct voices]

[eerie music playing]

[stammers] What are you
all doing here?

[spooky tone]
Julian needs a body, Cheryl.

So we're giving him yours.

[screaming]

[gasping]

[eerie music playing]

[music increases in tempo]

[door opens]

What?

Andrews, you asked us
to be big brothers,

not soldiers in a turf war.

Who did this?

I got a pretty good idea.

It was definitely Dodger.

He's been coming after us
for weeks.

We've been chipping away
at his gang,

there's more kids
getting off the streets,

but there's only
so much we can do

until Dodger himself
is behind bars.

I can add Sketch Alley
to the nightly patrol area.

That's great,
but go after Dodger.

He works out of
the Wipeout Arcade.

[Betty] So, based on
the last few days
of following Charles,

this is what I've logged.

7:00 a.m. he leaves
the Five Seasons

where he has a suite

and goes to
the FBI field office.

He has all of his meals
at Pop's or our house.

And then rounding out
his daily routine,

he goes to
the Casa Grande Gym
for a 90-minute-workout,

including weekends,

and then he goes back
to the Five seasons.

Well, um...

I'm no expert, Betty, but...

...it doesn't sound like
Charles is a serial killer.

Kinda just sounds like,
he's a... a lonely gay guy.

Or maybe he's both.

Oh, my God.

Of course.

Now that the trials are over,

I think it's time
to let bygones be bygones.

[speaking Spanish]

[Hiram] I want us
to move forward.

No more secrets, no more lies.

Speaking of secrets and lies,

how many more secret children
should we be expecting?

Hermosa is your one and only
half-sibling.

I swear.

If we did decide
to move forward together...

...what exactly
would that look like?

Well, now that the prison
is bringing in a good income,

I'd like to return
to my true passion.

Extortion?

Murder?

Rum.

Papi's passion is rum.

Rum has been in our family
for generations,

and Hermosa,
who runs our clubs in Miami,

will be staying in Riverdale,

to establish
a rum outpost here.

I also thought she could
help out at the Speakeasy.

No.

I don't need any more help
at La Bonne Nuit.

With the exception
of my newest hostess.

And seeing as how
this is our house,

you two can show
yourselves out.

Are you sure it's safe
out here in the night?

I'll be all right, Mr. Jones.

What's up?

Well, after your intel
and probable cause,

we raided
the Wipeout Arcade,

turned over every Pinball
and Pac-Man machine in it.

Found plenty of
contraband but...

...none on Dodger.

He was clean.

And let me guess, you found it
on a bunch of kids?

That scumbag
is using them, Mr. Jones.

Even so, I can't arrest Dodger
unless I find evidence on him.

You're not going to.

Not as long as he has
these kids working for him.

[instrumental music plays]

[sighs]

[Jughead] I think there's
a real life mystery
in these books.

Now, I've gone and re-read
the entire series

and I noticed
something strange.

Where there is a hoarse voice
and an overall tone,

sure, you can tell when
a new ghostwriter takes over.

Oh, yeah,
a writer can't completely
suppress their own style.

Exactly. The verbiage,
the phrasing,

these things are like
literary fingerprints.

And when I went back
to read the first book,

its fingerprint is unlike
any of the rest of them.

It's raw, it's real.

The characters have tension.

There's political commentary
woven throughout it.

They mention the war,
the boys have summer jobs,

and none of the rest of them
are this grounded.

Meaning?

Well, allegedly, Mr. DuPont
wrote the first five books

before passing the series off.

But after my analysis,

the stylistic differences
from book one to book two

are too distinct to ignore.

There's no way that whoever
wrote the first novel

wrote the following.

There's just no way.

Okay, well, who wrote it then?

This is gonna sound
crazy, okay?

What if it was my grandfather?

Jug, your conspiracy theories
are usually... spot on,

but this one feels like
a real stretch.

I know.

This is the one missing
puzzle piece

I have of my grandfather.

Think about it, Betty.

He sent me a first edition,

first Baxter Brothers book.

And if that's
not coincidental enough,

he wrote inside...

..."Never let them
take anything from you."

Does that not imply that
something was stolen from him?

Implies, yes.

Proves, no.

You need proof, Jug.

Yeah, you're right.

I'll get proof.

I know I'm onto something.
I know it.

Meanwhile,

how's the mystery of our
suspicious brother going?

I'm following a hunch, too.

[electrical buzzing]

[tense music plays]

Hello, Chic.

I want to know about Charles.

That story
you told us about him.

Is it true
that you lived together

at the Last Resort
Youth Hostel?

Yes, it is.

When I went there,

a neighbor told me

about seeing bloody sheets
in the dumpster

and Charles
mysteriously vanishing.

Does any of that ring a bell?

Charles, your brother and I,
we were together.

One time, we brought
a friend home with us,

and we were doing
Jingle-Jangle

a little too much,

and things got out of control.

Charles snapped.

It was like
some darkness took over.

He grabbed a pair of scissors

and he stabbed the guy
to death.

How do I know that
you're telling the truth?

Why would I lie
at this point, Betty?

What does Charles say happened?

[footsteps approaching]

Babe, what gives?

I thought you were
going to school today.

[sighs]

I was.

For realsies.

But...

I can't leave Nana and
the twins here alone with...

[mouthing] you know who.

[sighs] Cheryl,
this has to end.

You've missed
way too much school.

Okay, so get up,

or I'm gonna
drag you there myself.

Okay, T.T.

[exhales]

But there's one thing
we need to do first.

Fact, evil spirits can't cross
a circle of salt.

It's a barrier against
all forms of malevolence.

Okay.

All done.

I'll get dressed and off we go.

[eerie music playing]

Wait, you went
and saw Chic about me?

Why not just ask me,
if you're so damn curious?

Because I don't trust you.
All right?

All I know is
that you're predisposed
to being a serial killer

and I've been burned before.

What did he even say to you?

Oh, he spun quite the yarn.

Yeah. About how you
stabbed a man

with a pair of scissors

when you were high
on Jingle-Jangle.

Oh.

Now I take everything Chic
says with a grain of salt...

...but do you have
a polygraph machine

we can use here?

Yes.

Why?

[Archie] Toby, Eddie.

Tell me, why do you guys
keep running with Dodger?

Well, he pays us.

Yeah, in...
in Wipeout coinage.

So you're giving your money
right back to him?

Plus, we get all the free
pizza that we want.

You guys realize
you're risking everything,

your entire future, your lives,

for pizza and arcade games?

You guys don't have
any spare arcade games
lying around, do you?

What's this now, Archiekins?

[sighs] I'm trying to get
these kids away
from Dodger's Arcade.

Step one,
give them another option.

What you're doing
at the El Royale

is so inspiring, Archie,

but not enough people
know about it.

Well, I can write
about the center

in the Blue and Gold.

And I'll ask my vendors

to see if they can help
rustle up some arcade games.

[announcer on P.A.]
Will Cheryl Blossom

please report to
the principal's office?

Cheryl Blossom
to the principal's office.

What for was I
summoned Ms. Bell?

Cheryl... [sighs]

...there's been an accident
at Thistlehouse.

One of the twins, Dagwood,

[breath trembling]
swallowed a ping-pong ball

and started to choke.

What?

He was taken to the hospital

where Dr. Saperstein
performed a tracheotomy.

On Dagwood?

Oh, he's doing very well,
I'm told.

Your grandmother's
at the hospital with Juniper,

waiting for you.

I'll get to
the hospital posthaste

but there's one thing
I need to take care of first.

[Veronica] In the words of
Dame Julie Andrews,

"Let's start at
the very beginning."

So, hostess details to track.

Who's coming,
where to seat them.

Ms. Danbers near
Bob Potter, always.

-Mmm-hmm.
-Where not to seat them.

Booth 11 is the worst.
Enemies only.

Okay, hold... hold on.
I'm gonna need a pen.

-Mom...
-[sighs]

...don't worry.

I'll be right behind the bar
if you need me.

[mysterious music plays]

Damn you, Demon Doll.

Of course, you'd be here.

How dare you go after Dagwood
to get to me?

-[wood creaking]
-[footsteps]

Don't move. Either of you.

[Cheryl] Aunt Cricket,
Uncle Bedford?

Cheryl, we let ourselves in.
Hope that's all right.

-[moans]
-[thuds]

[Hiram] Veronica.

Oh, God.

Daddy.

Hermosa.

You're not on the
reservation list.

Well, I couldn't miss
your mother's

re-entry into the workforce,
could I?

At the clubs I run in Miami,

I always keep a table reserved
for special guests.

Same.

Mark them down for booth 11.

Shall we begin?

[clicks]

You claimed you and Chic
met on the streets.

True or false?

True.

When we were both
at our lowest.

Yes or no?

Someone was murdered

in the room you shared
at the hostel?

Yes.

I came home from
the grocery store one day

and found a dead man
in our bed.

Chic covered in his blood.

Some trick that he had
brought home.

My instincts took over.

I dissolved the body with lime
in the bathroom tub,

threw out the sheets,

scrubbed the room clean
with bleach.

Chic watched.

It was the end of us.

I left him.

Started over.

[Betty] Next question.

Are you hiding
anything from us?

[suspenseful music plays]

Tell me what, Charles.

I'm a recovering addict.

I attend weekly
Narcotics Anonymous meetings.

Here, in Riverdale,
they're held at my gym.

Charles I--

-[polygraph clicks off]
-That's my big secret, Betty.

[Velcro ripping]

Hope you're satisfied.

[door slams]

Mr. Lodge.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I came because I never
had the chance to, er...

...tell you that I'm sorry
for your loss, Archie.

Your father was a good man...

...and he'd be proud of you.

Thank you, sir.

And in his honor,

I'd like to make
a charitable donation.

[check tearing]

I hear this place
could use the help.

Oh, no, no.
We're all good here.

Thanks.

It's a blank check, Archie.

All your problems,
your money woes, they go away.

Nothing's that simple with you.

Like I said, we're all good.

Thanks.

Oh.

Oh, T.T.

I had the most horrible,
phantasmagoria.

Dagwood swallowed
a ping-pong ball

and my accursed family
came to Thistlehouse.

Oh, good, she's up.

Cheryl dear,

we'd love to see you
downstairs,

once you've collected yourself.

My attorney tells me
you're here to discuss

our maple syrup business?

Yes. we want to sell it.

The rest of the family
is in agreement.

With your father dead
and Penelope in the wind,

we need your participation
and signature to move forward.

And why, pray tell,
do you vipers want to sell

what's left of
our family's legacy?

The business hasn't been
profitable in years.

It's bleeding us dry.

[scoffs]

Babe, it's up to you.

This house has caused you
nothing but pain.

If you sold it,

we could start somewhere new,
somewhere fresh.

Your proposal makes
a modicum of sense.

I'll consider it.

That's wonderful news.

Now, would you mind
if we went down to the chapel

to light a votive candle
of thanksgiving to celebrate?

Excuse you?

[stammers] Go where?

To the chapel.

We always visit
with the ancestors

whenever we come
to Thistlehouse.

Absolutely not.
You're not going down there.

Now be gone!

All of you.

You won't be getting
my signature,

nor will you ever visit
that chapel again.

It is off limits
to anyone but me.

[clears throat]

Mi amor.

Hiram?

What the hell
are you doing here?

I want to come home.

But you don't
live here anymore.

Now just... stop.

Veronica and I
are finally free of you.

Is that what
freedom looks like?

Playing hostess at a
teenager's gin joint.

Let me back in.

You don't have to work
another day ever again.

You'd be my wife again.

[scoffs]

Over my dead body.

That can be arranged.

Was that foreplay
or punishment?

Punishment.

For having Tall Boy
take potshots at me.

Like you do with Minetta?

Now you know.

Some couples, they...

...tie each other up
to spice things up.

[whispers] But you and me,
we oder hits.

That's why we keep doing
this little dance.

[breathing heavily]

Now...

...I need you.

I need you by my side.

I need you in my bed.

[Hermione gasps]

[whispers] So say yes
and we'll start over.

We'll always be married.

-We'll always be man and wife.
-[exhales sharply]

I already regret this.

[inhales]

[Jughead] So, I've been
doing some digging.

I pulled copies of
Stonewall Prep's
literary magazine

from the year that my grandpa
and Mr. DuPont attended.

In the table of contents,
it lists,

"A story written
by Forsythe the First,"

but it was torn out.

It's like every trace
of his writing

at Stonewall Prep
is just gone.

Jug, where did your grandpa
go to school

after Stonewall Prep?

Riverdale High.

Wasn't there
a literary magazine

here, too, back in the day?

I'll be on the next train.

[Veronica] I see you got
my arcade games

but where are the kids?

A good question.

Toby. Eddie.

Where are your boys?

Didn't you tell them
we've got arcade games?

They can play for free.

Yeah, but Dodger's still
giving them free pizza.

All right, well,
you can tell your boys

that, tonight,
it's not just video games

that are free at El Royale.

It's burgers, and fries,
and milkshakes from Pop's.

We'll get the word out.

Come on.

Voila.

I love you, Ronnie.

Same, Archiekins. Same.

T.T... [sighs]

...this doll has
conspired to bring

my extended family upon us
for some devilish work.

We'll stop Julian...

...and my hated family.

There.

Drown, spirit.

[tense music plays]

[creaking]

Mom?

I have a surprise for you.

Are those...

[Hiram] Mine.

I am moving back in.

Your mother and I--

No.

I wanna hear it from her.

Veronica...

Mom.

...I have invited
your father back.

Why?

He's a murderer.

And what am I?

I can't believe you.

We were done with him.

Mija, can we talk about
what this is really about?

[sighs]

Your sister. But you
don't need to worry.

You're still my favorite.

The apple of my eye.

My special little girl.

So, rest assured,
there is no reason

for you to be jealous of her.

Are you deranged?

I'm not...

...jealous of her.

Yes, you are.

And it's natural.

You are unbelievable.
Both of you.

[door slams]

[Jughead] Wait, hold on.

The story in this one
written by Frosty Pajamas.

What? That sounds like a joke.

Or it's a pen name.

Think about it.

Frosty is almost an anagram
for Forsythe.

And pajamas for PJs.

P and J, Pendleton and Jones?

Betty, this is totally
the same writing.

The syntax, the word choice,
even the character names.

There's a character in here
named Bitsy Bane.

Wait, that sounds
vaguely familiar.

Bitsy Bane is
the next door neighbor
of the Baxter Brothers.

This was written years before
the first Baxter Brothers book.

Is that enough proof for you?

I would say so.

How could you, Betty?

How could I what?

You visited that miscreant
imposter, Chic.

Well, that's my business,
isn't it?

Yes, except afterwards,
he used his lawyer

to contact the FBI,
to report a murder

that happened in
The Black Hood's house.

Not committed by him

but by a woman
named Alice Cooper.

He said the man was bludgeoned
to death in the kitchen.

[tense music plays]

A shady man?

Yes.

He also claims
to know the location

of the murder victim's
burial site.

All that evidence
is still out there.

Why, Betty?
Why kick this hornet's nest?

I'll take the lead
on this investigation.

Maybe with assist
from the local town sheriff.

See if the remains
are where Chic claims.

Don't wait up for us.

[door slams]

-[indistinct chatter]
-[music blaring]

Hey, jump in, jump in.

[exclaims]

Well, what do
you think, Archie?

I think you're amazing.

[Veronica chuckles]

It's a good cause.

Archie. Archie.

There's some guy named Dodger
outside who wants to see you.

All right, let me see
what this clown wants.

I'll be back.

Reg, make sure
everyone stays inside.

What the hell did I tell you
last time, Dodger?

You're not welcome here.

You're costing me
my work force.

They're kids.

They're happy to work for me.

Or they were...

...till you showed up.

All right, what do you want?

Huh?

You want to fight me?

Sure.

But don't you need to put
your mask on first?

What are you talk...
What are you talking about?

See, I told you.

I told you he's
that guy in the mask.

The one making trouble for us.

Aren't you?

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

I think you do.

I think you know
exactly what I'm talking about.

Cops are on their way, asshat.

No need for them to come.

I got the confirmation I need.

[whistles]

I'll be seeing you, friend.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Alice] So?

How... How'd it go?

[FP] We're okay, Alice.

We're gonna be okay.

We, uh...

Charles and I
took care of that.

[sighs in relief]

Thank you.

Thank you, Charles.

Well...

...we should go file
the report then.

Wait, Charles.

You don't have to go.

If you're willing to go out
on a limb for my...

For our family,

then I should be able
to do that for you.

And I'm sorry. Okay?

Okay.

[sighs] Thank you for meeting
with me, Mr. DuPont.

Like I said, I wanted
to have this conversation
with you in person.

Oh, not at all,
Mr. Jones, son.

How can I help you?

I wanted to
talk to you about

the first book
in the Baxter Brothers series.

What about it?

You didn't write it.

Pardon me?

I found a short story that
my grandfather had written

in an old Riverdale High
literary magazine.

It has a lot,

actually, the same elements,

and it was published
years before the first
Baxter Brothers book.

I assure you, Mr. Jones,

I wrote the first
five books myself.

No, sir, you wrote books
two through five.

The first one was written
by my grandfather.

That book has the same tone
as his short story.

It has the syntax,
it has his voice--

Let me stop you right there.

Do you know
what the worst thing

you can accuse
a writer of being?

A plagiarist.

And based on what?

A story written by some

bottom-feeding dropout
in a third rate school's

so-called literary magazine?

The text doesn't lie.

I'm not a thief.

But your father,

the Sheriff,

he's a thief.

Oh, yes.

And much, much worse.

A vagabond.

What is it with you people?

You're given an inch
and you want the whole field.

For God's sake,

do you know
who the hell I am?

Do you know what
the Baxter Brothers franchise
means to Stonewall Prep?

It built Stonewall Prep.

I built Stonewall Prep.

The record deserves
to be set straight.

Get out of my sight now,

while I'm still willing
to forget that you had...

...the audacity to summon me.

You're very lucky

I don't take you
to the Headmaster

and get you expelled

for this vicious
and slanderous attack.

Now get out.

[dramatic music plays]

[bell chimes]

It's open seating.

Specials are on the board.

Actually, I came
to have a little chat.

Sister to sister.

Let me guess.

Daddy sent you.

One last valiant tactic

to get me back
into the family fold.

You're very smart, Veronica.

You don't know our father
as well as you think you do.

There is literally
nothing you could tell me

about Hiram Lodge
that would surprise me.

My mommy was a singer

at one of Papi's Miami clubs,

Sala de Oro...

...where they met.

They had a fling.

Mmm-hmm.

Tale as old as time.

He took advantage of her,
she got pregnant,

he left her high and dry.

Actually, he took care of her,

until she died.

And then he took care of me.

Papi and your mother

are renewing
their vows tomorrow,

and they'd like for you
to come.

You're kidding.

Come, or don't.

I'm just the messenger.

Look,

you're entitled
to your opinion of him,

but the father I know...

...there's good in him.

[speaking Spanish]

Okay?

[Cheryl] Clearly
I'm going to have
to get the locks changed.

Explain to us, Cheryl,

why is there a chain
on the chapel's gate?

I told you, Uncle Bedford,

no one is allowed
in there but me.

As we suspected,

you're clearly having
a psychotic break.

What?

As soon as we
have you declared unfit,

we're selling the factory,
the grounds, everything.

Get out.

Get out, you parasites!

We're going.

Oh, and we will find out

whatever it is you're hiding
in our chapel.

[Jughead]
You see it, don't you?

[sighs]

Certainly appears to be
your grandfather's writing.

It's undeniable.

Mr. Chipping,
you have to help me

bring this to light.

We have to prove to everyone
that Mr. DuPont's a fraud.

Look, I understand that
your reputation is on the line,

and maybe even your position
here at Stonewall.

But it's the truth,
Mr. Chipping.

Yes, I'll help you.

How could I look myself
in the mirror

as a teacher,
as a writer, if I didn't...

[exhales]

What the hell?

Mom, we got to go.

What do you mean?
Go where?

I don't know,
the Five seasons, maybe.

But you got to pack your bag
and we got to get out of here.

At least until things
cool down.

What things, Archie?
You're scaring me.

It's the Rec center.

Mom, not everyone's happy
about what we are doing there,

and I've made some enemies.

-[brakes screech]
-[Archie] Get down!

[gun firing]

[gun firing]

[tense music plays]

-[tires screech]
-[car pulling away]

Hermosa?

What the hell is that?

A painting Papi had
commissioned for me.

Papi said to put it
in a place of honor.

He said,

"Only the best
for the apple of my eye."

Of course, he did.

I should have known.

You know what?

I was going to tell Papi,
as you call him,

that I'd be attending
his bogus vow renewal,

but instead...

...tell him
I'll be skipping it.

My mom can roll out
the welcome mat

for you two rum-sucking
leeches, if she wants.

But I'm not giving up my space
nor my place in this family.

I'm not giving an inch.

Not to you.

Not ever.

[Hiram] I have to admit,

I'm surprised
you called, Archie.

There is this criminal

working out of the
Wipeout Arcade

named Dodger.

He's a loose cannon.
He needs to be stopped.

And what did this
Dodger do, exactly?

He shot at my house
and my mom.

Well, that sounds
like a job for FP.

I reported
what happened, Mr. Lodge,

but Dodger's slippery.

And you know as well as I do,

some things have to be
handled another way.

This is about protecting
what's left of my family.

Of course.

[sighs] But...

I hope you're not suggesting

that I commit
an act of violence

against this thug.

I'm really sorry

about what happened
to your mother.

But... [sighs]

Yeah, there's nothing
I can do for you, Archie.

[door closes]

Scholars,
uh, as you know,

today, we will be discussing

Joseph Conrad's
Heart of Darkness.

About the loss of
a man's moral...

[sighs]

Mr. Chipping?

Are you okay?

I'm sorry, Jughead.

I couldn't help you.

[inhales deeply]

Mr. Chipping!

My God, he's...

Call 911.
Call an ambulance.

Call an ambulance!

[tense music plays]

[creaking]

[whispers]
T.T., T.T., awaken.

[Toni moans]

Do you hear that?

I...

I think it's Julian

trying to escape
from the chapel.

[tense music plays]

He's escaped.

Uncle Bedford?

[breath trembling]

I... I always knew
that there was a...

A certain sickness
in our bloodline.

But this...

...this is monstrous.

-You...
-[whimpers]

...are going away
for a long, long time, Cheryl.

[Toni] Let go of her,
you monster.

[grunting]

You are a sick girl, Cheryl,

and I'm taking you
to the authorities
this instant.

[yelps]

-Maybe...
-[breathing heavily]

...I'll save them the trouble.

-[yells]
-[groans]

[gasps]

[panting] T.T?

[dramatic music plays]

Hi.

How did it all go?

Smooth as cream, babe.

FP led me right to where
he buried the body,

we moved what was left,

and everyone
was appropriately grateful.

Even Betty?

Even Betty.

That's great.

I love you, babe.

I love you, too.

[Cheryl] Why, Aunt Cricket,

whatever can we do to you?

It's Bedford, Cheryl dear.

He didn't come
home last night,

and I was wondering
if you'd seen him.

He said he might come
around Thistlehouse.

Why, no. We didn't see him.

Oh, well, you wouldn't mind
if I had a peek around then,
would you?

Actually, Auntie,

I would mind.

Unless you have
a search warrant

from the local
constable in hand.

I don't.

But I'll get one.

Good luck with that.

Now, you remember
where the door is, yes?

[door opens]

[sighs] When's Monroe back?

Next week.

Cool.

Crap, Andrews.

What's that?

[mysterious music plays]

Holy hell!

Is he dead?

We got to get him
to a hospital, right now.

-[moans]
-[cell phone dials]

[indistinct chatter]

What's going on?

Well, I heard that
seminar's been canceled

for the rest of the semester

and we're all getting
automatic 4.0s

on account of Chipping's
fall from grace.

Well, I heard
we're getting a new teacher,

Celeste Ang.

I heard Ian McEwan

Be still, my heart.

[door opens]

Hello, students.

I will be taking over
Mr. Chipping's seminar

this semester.

I've been told you're the best
and the brightest.

I look forward
to putting that to the test.

[dramatic music plays]