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- Previously on Riverdale:
- Mr. Svenson?

Joseph Svenson was troubled.

Do you think we got
the right guy? I'm not sure we did.

I've looked into the Black Hood's eyes.
It's not him.

- Come on, V. You were all over me.
- We're old friends. Nick, stop!

I'm making a behind-the-scenes
of Carrie: The Musical.

I found a letter from someone alleging
to be the Black Hood.

It's a prank. Look.

- It was Ethel.
- Get out of my room.

- Somebody help.
- Midge?

For God's sake, help!

The angel of death
had once more come to Riverdale.

Midge Klump's gruesome murder
had gutted the entire town.

And in grief, brought us together.

- You were shooting a documentary?
- Yeah.

It was a behind-the-scenes sort of thing.

Look, sheriff, you have my footage, okay?
All of it's right there.

Everything was fine
until those letters started to show up.

- Threats to recast Cheryl.
- Wait. Letters? What letters?

I was jealous, okay?

Cheryl always gets everything she wants.

But I wasn't gonna hurt anybody.

I just wanted the part.

Moose, do you remember
the last thing you said to Midge?

I don't remember exactly. Uh...

She was... She was my girlfriend.
We said a lot of things.

Probably it was something casual or...

Just... Just stupid.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Sure.

Did you ever find any evidence
that linked Mr. Svenson

to the Black Hood attacks?

Maybe we got it wrong.

- Maybe...
- Archie.

Svenson almost buried you alive.

He was wearing a black hood.

Something always felt wrong
about what happened on the bridge.

Now Midge is dead.

We're going to get her killer,
whoever he is.

But, Archie, Svenson was the Black Hood.

I also feel it is my duty to say that...

like the Furies of Ancient Greece,

who pursue blood atonement
when a crime's committed,

the Vixens and I vow that we will not rest

until those responsible
for the murder of our sister...

is rightly punished.

Mrs. Klump?

I wanted you to know
the department is working...

You were supposed
to be protecting our children.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Your days of failing this town

over and over again

are numbered, sheriff.

I have a theory.

It's a copycat killer.

And who coincidentally showed up
in Riverdale after Mr. Svenson was killed?

And has been giving us
creepy vibes ever since?

Chic. He has a temper, too.

Chic is here because I went
to the hostel to get him.

And, yes, he's weird,
but he didn't know Midge.

- So, moving on.
- What if Svenson wasn't the Black Hood?

Archie, we were there when he died.

I know, but just because
he was wearing a hood that night,

it doesn't necessarily mean
he's the same guy who shot my dad.

And now killed Midge.

Svenson forced me to bury you alive.

He cut off his own finger
and sent it to me.

Maybe the real Black Hood was working
with Svenson.

And Svenson would have
let himself be mutilated?

Look, all I'm trying to say is
the real Black Hood could still be alive.

I looked into the Black Hood's eyes.

They weren't Mr. Svenson's eyes.

Betty, how do we know
that Chic had nothing to do with Midge?

This is the same guy that killed someone
in your kitchen using a lamp.

Yeah, well, Chic did that for a reason.
To protect my mom.

He didn't even know Midge.
What motive would he have to kill her?

I don't know.
But he does have a violent past

and associates with violent people.

Are you okay?

Whether or not the Black Hood is back,

I don't want
Death Wish Archie to come back.

You saw that note, Veronica.
Written in Midge's blood.

If the Black Hood is going
after victims who escaped him...

my dad is next.

Or Moose. Or Betty. Or you. Or me.
It could be anyone.

That's exactly why I need you sane
and steady right now.

I am.

- I will be.
- Promise me, you won't patrol the streets.

- Or break into Svenson's house...
- Ronnie.

It's just...

I can't bear the thought
of anything bad happening to you.

Sheriff. What can I do for you?

Hey. I'm talking to everyone who was at
Riverdale High the night of the musical.

I haven't had a chance
to talk to your son yet. Chic?

- People said they saw him backstage...
- Chic doesn't live here anymore.

But we'll bring him down tomorrow.

Sure. Thanks, Hal.

Thanks, Alice. Betty. Have a good evening.

What are you doing throwing Chic
under the bus?

What are you worried he'll say?

Mom's just overprotective of Chic.
That's all.

Hello?

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You look like you had a rough night.

I can't stop thinking
about what the Black Hood wrote.

"All those who escaped me before
will die."

Maybe you should leave town.
Go stay with Mom.

Uh-huh. Where would you stay, son?
Here? Alone?

- Keller put a deputy outside.
- Midge was murdered in an auditorium.

You think a deputy can stop
the Black Hood?

With crisis comes opportunity.

On that note, I'll be going door-to-door
to reassure the citizens

- that the Lodges put safety first.
- Unlike Sheriff Keller.

Mija, you're friends with Cheryl Blossom.

It seemed like she was taking
Midge's death hard.

Okay, Dad, Mom...

whatever you're getting at, forget it.

Count me out of whatever schemes
you're cooking up.

Hey, Mom. Wait.

Don't get mad at what I'm about to ask.

But do you think
maybe Chic should leave town?

- Immediately?
- Why on earth for?

- He's giving a statement.
- What if Sheriff Keller presses Chic

and he starts blabbing
about other bad things that he's done?

If Chic leaves, he looks guilty
and they'll hunt him down.

So, yes, it's a risk, but relax, Betty.
I'm gonna coach him myself.

- Maybe we should look into Chic.
- Did you figure out a motive?

Not yet. There's something
that could connect him to Svenson.

It's tenuous, but they both spent time
at the Sisters of Quiet Mercy.

Archie's theories about there being
multiple Black Hoods...

They could be in cahoots.

It's a long shot. Mr. Svenson's older
than Chic, but he worked there for years.

- They might have crossed paths.
- Yeah.

It's worth a visit.

Mrs. Lodge. What a surprise.

You know, I was very moved
by the speech you gave at Midge's funeral.

It came from the core of my bosom.

It's a travesty what happened.
If only we had competent law enforcement.

Well, I was in the middle
of writing an editorial...

calling for Keller's head,
but seeing your passion for the subject,

I thought you'd be willing
to write an op-ed.

Say no more.

So, we meet again, Miss Cooper.

We need information
about my brother, Charles.

Do you know if Charles's time here
overlapped with Mr. Svenson's?

- He was your groundskeeper.
- I'm aware of who Mr. Svenson was.

And what he became.

Could we check Charles's files
to see if the dates match?

I'm sure you have a court order
demanding such a request?

No, we don't.

But I am cousins with Cheryl Blossom,

who recently escaped
your secret gay-reeducation camp.

So, unless you cooperate,
we'll be back with a court order

and the FBI, to shut you down.

Apparently,
Charles ran away nine years ago.

That means he would've overlapped
with Svenson for two years.

Oh, wait. Uh, are you sure
this is my brother's file?

Yes, dear, Charles Smith.

That's his photo.

- That is not my brother, Sister Woodhouse.
- It most certainly is.

I never forget my children.

Besides, you can see
the family resemblance plain as day.

Who's there?

Who are you?
And why the hell are you following me?

Some detectives we are.

Should've gone to the Sisters of Quiet
Mercy weeks ago and found this out.

Found out what?

- What is he doing here?
- I took Chic to give his statement

- and invited him for dinner.
- Great. Except he's not Chic.

- Enough of the melodrama.
- He's not.

- Betty.
- Shut up, imposter!

Jughead and I paid a visit
to the Sisters of Quiet Mercy.

That is your real son, Mom.

Not this con artist.

I don't... I don't understand.

I do.

Betty's been out to get me.
She never wanted a brother.

You're not my brother!

What is this picture?
What does it all mean?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

The truth.

Chic, no.

So, I was able to recruit Cheryl myself,
it turns out.

She was all too happy to be of assistance.

This is Archie.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
Boris and Natasha.

Archie.

- I've been texting. Where are you?
- He's with me, babe.

- How you been, Ronnie? You miss me?
- Nick St. Sicko.

Why are you calling
from my boyfriend's phone?

So that you'd believe me when I say
that I have him.

It's gonna cost you to get him back.

A million should do it.

Whatever twisted game you're playing,

don't forget what happened to your legs
the last time you misbehaved.

Oh, I haven't.

I'm gonna have a limp
for the rest of my life to remind me.

So, it's simple.
Either you get me what I've asked for,

or I start taking my anger out
on your boyfriend.

Believe me when I say...

I'm extremely angry, babe.

You won't pay Archie's ransom?

I am not cowing down
to a teen terrorist like Nick St. Clair.

- Then I'm calling the police.
- No. You can't.

The St. Claire are a family.

With ties to the underworld.

- I thought they were music producers.
- They are. But they're also mobsters.

And if we involve the police,
we risk exposing ourselves.

Which is probably why Nick was so brazen

in calling you and not even trying
to hide his identity.

But we will figure this out.
I just need you to be patient.

Patient?

For all we know, Daddy,
Nick's cutting off Archie's ear right now.

Hiram.

Archie's not blood.

He's not my son.

If we pay, it sets a precedent.

It shows that we are vulnerable.

And you know who our enemies
will come after next.

Veronica.

Cheryl, what the hell are you doing?

Kevin. No doubt you read my piece
in The Register.

I did. And I demand a retraction.
You're smearing my father.

Let's unpack that.

Your father's been incompetent
since the beginning of time.

And, now that more bodies are dropping,
he needs to step down.

Lady Justice will be served.

My Vixens and I will see to it.

Wha...?

What's going on?

- Mom? Why are you...?
- Stop.

No more playacting.

It's just time for answers now.

- Start by telling us your real name.
- I am Chic.

- Mom, untie me, please, I'm scared.
- You must have known him.

My brother.

When my mom and I went to the hostel
and asked for Charles,

they sent us to your room.

Why were you impersonating him?

I never said I was Charles Smith.
I said I was Chic.

Then where's Charles?
How did you know him?

We met on the streets,
then moved into that flophouse.

He told me about you guys. The Coopers.

This perfect family in Riverdale
who gave him up for adoption.

Who didn't want him.
Never even looked for him.

One day, he knocked,
and you answered, Alice.

You practically slammed
the door in his face.

You said, "We're not interested."

You remember it, don't you?

Charles went on a bender that night.

He OD'd on Jingle-Jangle.

Will you watch him?

Mom?

He's telling the truth. There was a boy
and I turned him away.

This... This boy...

He... He knocked on the door
and I asked him to leave.

It was me, Betty.
I'm responsible for my own son's death.

- No.
- I killed my son.

Mom, we don't know who that is
in the basement or what he wants.

Revenge.

He's seeking revenge. I gave my son away.

And then he came to me
and I turned him away.

- This demands biblical punishment.
- Mom.

The only one who's guilty here is him.

Stay here, Betty.

You watch him.

I'll be back.

Back?

Mom, where are you going?

What if Dad comes home?

Nick, you don't understand.
You have to let me go.

There's a killer on the loose.
The Black Hood. You heard about him.

- I thought he was dead.
- He may not be.

And, Nick, my dad...

he may be in danger.

Sucks to be your dad.

You bastard.

You're seriously doing this
because I punched you?

You. Veronica.

The Pussycats.

My father is this close to disowning me!

He says I'm an embarrassment.

That I'll never have the guts
to be in the family business.

Well...

you're gonna help me prove him wrong.

I'm gonna make my bones with you, Andrews.

Always my birthday.

Not enough.

Let's skip the pleasantries.
I have your money, Nick.

Well done, Ronnie.

Meet me at that delightful
Chock'lit Shoppe of yours.

In, say, an hour?

And come alone.
Or Red loses even more blood.

Dad, that article Cheryl wrote...

- you can't take that to heart.
- Can't I?

I shot Svenson on the bridge.

I wanted this done with the Black Hood.

So, maybe... Maybe I, uh,
cut a few corners.

Maybe I didn't have enough evidence
to close this case.

Veronica.

You look lovely.

Before we do anything,
I need proof that Archie's okay.

Archie. Oh, my God.

Where is he, you barbarian?

First, the money.

There's no way this is all of it.

- Let Archie go and I'll get you the rest.
- How?

How are you going to come up with that
if not from your parents?

Unless...

you give me something else.

Dare I ask what?

How about...

what we started in New York?

What we should have finished back
at the Five Seasons. What I'm owed.

A night together.

- I'll book my usual suite...
- My God, Nick.

You're a reptile.

Even if I...

did agree...

what guarantee do I have
you'll let Archie go?

Why, my word as a gentleman.

Alice?

What's wrong?

No more secrets. No more lies.

I should have told you sooner.
Maybe something would have been different.

I had your ba... I had your baby.

His name... I named him Charles.

I... I... I had to give
him up for adoption.

Alice. Slow down. Slow down, all right?

He came to see me and I turned him away.

And now he's dead.

He's dead because of me. I killed our son.

Do...? Do you remember, FP?

- In high school?
- Yeah, I remember Alice...

I'm sorry.

I... I made a mistake.

I'm sorry.

- Wait, Alice.
- No, I have to go.

- Are you talking about Chic?
- Betty and Jughead are waiting.

No, Chic... Chic is someone else.
Chic is...

You don't understand what I've done, FP.

You don't understand what I'm respon...
Responsible for.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

Hello, Betty.
Did you miss me?

Admit it, Betty.

Deep down, you knew it wasn't over.

You killed Midge.

Of course.

And you set up Mr. Svenson?

Very, very good, Betty.

And yet, for all I've taught you,
you've been making amateur mistakes.

Letting an enemy, a sinner,
into your house.

- You're talking about Chic.
- Yes. A man who lived in a den of sinners,

who kills as easily as he did
in your house,

that man has murdered before.

Was that your mom?

Uh...

No, it's my dad.

We need to go back there, Jug.

To where I first found Chic.

I don't think he's telling the truth
about my brother.

- You like dirty movies, Archie?
- The hell are you talking about?

When I turn this laptop on,

it's going to have a live feed
of my suite at the Five Seasons,

where Veronica and I will be having
a little date.

You're lying.

Veronica would never...

She would and she is.

- Because I said I'd let you go afterwards.
- I'll kill you.

You know...

I think you just might.

That's why this can only end one way.

When I said that I was gonna make
my bones, I meant it.

But you have to kill someone for that.

And who better
than Hiram Lodge's teen capo?

Forty dollars a night for a single bed,
20 for a bunk.

A single. On the second floor.

Try this.

Not now. Go away!

Okay.

We won't take up much of your time.

My brother, Charles Smith, I think
he used to live next to you in Room 237.

Does he look familiar to you?

Oh, yes. He was the nice one.

Always said buenos días.
Always carried my groceries.

May he rest in peace.

- Oh, my God.
- Hold on.

Did he have a drug problem
with Jingle-Jangle?

I don't know about any drugs,
but they fought, those two.

Nasty fights. It was scary.

And then, one day, there was only one.
The bad one.

Later, when I took my trash out, I saw
bloody sheets and pillows in the dumpster.

- We know you murdered my brother.
- You serious?

Your neighbor heard you fighting.
She saw blood. Lots of it.

Admit what you did, Chic.

I admit your brother was a junkie.

Go ahead. Hit me all you want.

You won't kill me because you're scared.

You won't let me go. You're worried
that I'll rat about the shady guy.

Tell us the truth...

about my brother.

I already did, Betty.

Or maybe I didn't.

You'll never know.

You were right. He is a killer.
He won't admit it.

Some sinners only confess
when faced with certain death.

I'm not gonna give him to you,
so don't even ask.

If you deliver him to me,
no one would ever know about the man

who met such a gruesome end
in your living room.

Will you deliver him to me, Betty?
Will you let justice be done?

I...

- Where's Jughead?
- He's...

What are you doing?

- Getting him to talk.
- The hell you are!

The hell you are.

It's not our house, Jug.

It's not our place.

They need to decide what they wanna do.
How to end this. And then we will help.

We could drive him out of town.

No, he'll come back.

We could turn him over to someone.

No, we gotta tell your father.
The same way I told FP.

This is all our lives now.

Champagne, caviar, pâté.

All of my favorites.

- You remembered, Nicky.
- What are you doing in this hick town

when all of Manhattan
should be kissing your feet?

I like it here.

This is a phase.

Same with that hayseed, Archie.

If only he could see us now.

No need to gloat, Nicholas.
You got what you wanted.

Why don't you sit down
and make yourself comfy?

I'll fix us some drinks.

We could've been something, you and I.

This dalliance with you and Archie...
it's beneath you.

Can you stop talking about Archie?

Couldn't agree more.

God.

We used to joke
about ending up together.

- What happened, Ronnie?
- You started roofie-ing girls, Nick.

Including my friend, Cheryl.

Schoolboy mischief. All in the past.

Now, answer me this.

Still like to dance?

Same perfume as from back in the day.

- What's it called again?
- Diabolique.

I wore it just for you.

- What in God's name were you two doing?
- Calm down!

Calm down? There is a sicko tied up
in our basement.

- It is time we let the law deal with him.
- It's not that simple.

Why does that parasite deserve
our protection?

Because I'll go to prison, too.

Okay, Chic killed a man here
and I helped him cover it up.

- We disposed of the body.
- What?!

- What about Betty?
- Betty had nothing to do with it.

- Okay? It was Chic and me.
- Mom.

No. Do not say another word.
Go to your room.

Alice, why would you do that?

My primary concern was
to protect my family.

And I thought he was a part of it,
but he's not.

Where'd you get that?

I took it.

From a music teacher who was like you.

A predator.

It's a cold night.

I'm going to cut you loose.

And then we are going to leave.

Out the basement door.

- Ronnie.
- Archie.

Oh, my God. Your face.

- What happened? Did he hurt you?
- No, not a bit.

I gave Nick taste of his own medicine.

I roofied him.

Smuggled in via your Christmas gift.

What are we gonna do with him now?

Concierge is sending up a power drill.

I'm kidding. But I do have an idea.

Mr. St. Clair,
I have your son Nick here with me.

I'm wondering how much it's worth to you
getting him back in one piece.

Who was that, Betty?

Who was that who called you?

With that weird ringtone?

You'll find out.

Now that it's just us...

Did you do it?

Did you kill my brother?

We got in a fight.

I lost control.

I didn't mean to hurt him.

Who's that?

That's your very own angel of death.

The Black Hood.

He's the one who called me.

If that were true,
you'd be running for your life.

No.

He's not interested in me.

I'm gonna give you a head start.

I'd say you have about a 70 percent chance
of making it before he cuts you down.

You should start running.

Sixty percent. The longer you stall,
the more your chances keep dropping.

What are you waiting for?

Fifty.

Goodbye, Chic.

Dad?

Deputy Mayor has demanded
that I step down as sheriff.

Turn in my badge.

And if Fred Andrews gets elected mayor,
then I live to fight another day.

And if Hermione Lodge wins,
well, then, I'm out on my ass.

I'll campaign for Mr. Andrews 24/7.
You can't desert your post in a crisis.

Kevin.

If I resign, they'll likely bring in
somebody from outside.

Someone who could catch the Black Hood.

Oh.

Hello, Daddy.

- Hi, Mom.
- What's all this?

It's ransom money.

Not for Archie. I got him back.

No, this is from when I turned the tables
on Nick and held him for ransom.

His parents gave me a million
for my trouble.

- I told you I was handling the St. Claire.
- Funny enough...

they hadn't heard boo
about Archie's kidnapping.

But I'll leave that to you
to explain to Archie.

He's in the study waiting.

- Archie, I'd like to explain myself.
- There's no need.

I thought about a lot
while Nick was wailing on me.

One of them was how I feel
as if I've proved myself to you.

But there's one step left.

I haven't made my bones with you.

What do you have in mind?

There's only one man I'm interested
in bringing down.

The Black Hood.

Once and for all.

Would that earn me my bones?

I should say so.

And whatever I can do to help you...

you can count on me.

Some prisoners aren't bound
by chains or locked in cells.

Archie's prison was built
with his own ambition and rage.

And he'd just handed Hiram Lodge the keys.

While, across town,

the past was proving to be a cruel jailor.

Where'd you go, Betty?

I took Chic away.

He's gone.

For good, I think.

Where is he, Betty?

Where did you take Chic?

I took him to the bus station.

And then...

And then what?

Mom.

Where's Dad?

He went looking for you.

Why do you ask?

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