All language subtitles for Riverdale.US_.S04E11.HDTV_.x264-SVA

Winter had come to Riverdale,

and everyone was suffering from
an acute case of Quiz Show fever.

No one more so than Betty Cooper,

who was pouring her
considerable energies

into beating the tar out
of Stonewall Prep's team

led by, wouldn't you know
it, Bret Weston Wallis.

The only person immune
to Quiz Show fever?

My pal Archie Andrews...

who was feeling a lot
less lonely these days.

Hey, Archie. You okay?

Yeah.

- Yeah, I'm great, Uncle Frank.
- Not me.

First day as foreman...

Man, I'm more nervous than
when I started basic training.

No, you're gonna do awesome.

In fact, I got something for you.

It's Fred's tool belt.

Yeah, I can't take another man's gear.

Especially not my brother's.

Well, you're not talking
it, you're borrowing it.

He'd want you to. So do I.

Thanks, Archie...

for everything.

Thank God for Bret's morning workouts...

Jug, do not mention him right now, okay,

and ruin this moment.

I just love getting you all wound up.

- Why are you smiling?
- Just everything.

You're here,

I turned in my draft for
the Baxter Brothers book.

And Yale said...

Yale said what?

Did you get accepted
into Yale and not tell me?

Yeah, I think I did.

Wow.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, no, I'm just... I'm just processing.

But I'm happy for you, Jug.

I'm happy for you, I'm proud of you.

- Really?
- Yes.

Yes.

Let me show you how much.

You two are finally done.

I thought I'd be late for class.

Oh, I guess I'll see you
in New Haven next year.

Of course, you'll just be a visitor.

- You got into Yale?
- Yeah. Don't look so surprised.

And don't worry, Betty,

I will try to keep the
co-eds away from Forsythe.

No promises.

But I do promise to crush
you in Quiz Show finals,

if Riverdale makes it that far.

Dr. Beaker, as our chemistry teacher,

we are hoping you have the skill set

to help us with something
of a personal nature.

Are you a rum drinker, Dr. Beaker?

Uh, not during school hours

and never with students.

Ugh, calm down, Dr. Egghead.

We're simply asking you to analyze

our maple-based concoction
to ensure that our recipe

is different enough from Lodge Rum.

That way, we can't be sued or
ceased-and-desisted by my father.

So I ask you again, Dr.
Beaker, are you a rum drinker?

The board that the
runs the Baxter Brothers

has taken a look at the
first draft of your book,

and they have a few thoughts.

Well, one more global thought.

They would like a new mystery.

New mystery? Like the whole book?

They think the boy in the
river storyline is a bit soft.

They're looking for something darker.

They mentioned something
about say, um...

serial killers being a potential
fertile ground to explore.

Okay, um, I'll just
have to think about it.

Well, think fast,

and have some pitches prepared.

The Brotherhood is coming
here to meet with you.

So, I need some serial killer advice.

My publishers want a dark and
edgy villain for the book, Charles.

So now I have to come up with pitches

in the vein of Zodiac
or Hannibal Lecter.

I figured you would have some ideas.

Yeah, sure, no problem.

But don't you have firsthand experience

with an infamous local serial killer?

You mean the Black Hood?

No, I couldn't do that to Betty.

Hmm, fair enough.

Well, I've got boxes full of killers,

so I'll pick out my ten
most gruesome ones for you.

Thank you, Chuck. I owe you.

I know you all worked
hard for my brother.

Rest assured, as the new foreman,

I plan on busting my
ass, the same as you do.

And I specifically
want to thank Tom Keller

for filling in during
these difficult times.

Cool, guys, let's get to work.

Okay, guys, let's go.

You know, Archie, I would've appreciated

a heads-up that I was being replaced.

I know, Mr. Keller, I'm sorry.

It happened fast, but Frank
has a ton of experience.

I think the crew's gonna love him.

I gotta be honest with you, Arch,

I don't know about your uncle.

He's been trouble since
the day he was born.

I must've arrested him a half
dozen times when I was sheriff.

Oh, that was then.

My dad believed in second
chances, Mr. Keller. So do I.

Welcome back to the Regional
RIVW Quiz Show's Semi-finals.

Seaside High trails
Riverdale 210 to 240,

and now for the final round.

Which Venetian island has been famous

for glassmaking since the 13th century?

Murano.

- Correct.
- Never go in August. So many mosquitoes.

What is the length of the diagonal

if the side of the square is 10?

10 square root of 2.

- Correct.
- My brilliant little savant.

Which of the following is
the powerhouse of the cell.

Mitochondria.

Correct.

Which Americans architect's house

in southwest Pennsylvania...

- Frank Lloyd Wright.
- Correct.

Who also designed
Thornhill. I knew that.

Well, time's up. Riverdale has won.

They will go on to face
Stonewall Prep in the finals.

Hey, Betty. You did great out there.

Great might not be
good enough to beat him.

Ah, that's Bret, huh?

Bret Weston Wallis clearly came
here to throw me off my game.

Is there any way you
could help me with him?

As long as it doesn't involve
shallow graves and lye.

No, I just wanna make him sweat.

He's a son of a diplomat,
brags about being untouchable.

But what skeletons are
buried in his closet?

Any intel you could
find that would help me

mess with his mind would
be much appreciated.

Is it because he got
into Yale and you didn't?

Alice told me.

Charles, I worked my
ass off for four years,

I put an extra time
at the Blue and Gold,

I maintained a 4.1 GPA,
and I still didn't get in.

Not knowing why is driving me crazy.

My former mentor at the FBI,
he teaches criminal law at Yale.

I'll see if I can get you some answers.

About Yale and Bret.

Thank you.

And so, anyway, the Baxter Brothers

are trying to catch this serial
killer named the Fish Monger,

who gets his name because
he guts his victims...

The idea of a serial
killer is intriguing,

but what we've heard so
far feels a bit... forced.

Okay...

What about a serial killer
that uses social media

in order to stalk his prey?

Forsythe's best work stems
from his personal experiences.

Might I suggest you start there?

What about a dark and ominous force

that threatens the town of Seaport?

Uh, an obsessed killer
who is looking to expose

the hypocrisy and sins of his neighbors.

The Baxter Brothers discover that

the man unleashing his righteous rage

is the father of Bobby
Baxter's girlfriend, Tracy True.

This sound promising.

What's the name of the killer?

Uh, the Brown Hood.

If you give me a little more
time, I can come up with another...

No, we like this.

You ask me, this sounds
like a million dollar idea.

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- Hey.
- Hey.

I just drove by the
site. Where are the guys?

Oh, Frank called it a day

and decided to invite
everybody back to your place

for beers and tall tales.

Oh, you didn't wanna go?

Somebody's gotta balance the books
here, Archie, they're bit of a mess.

How so?

Well, for starters, nobody
received their Christmas bonuses.

- Your dad never missed a year.
- We'll bounce back,

Mr. Keller, we just need more time.

You gotta remember

at this point Fred is three
sheets to the wind, okay?

And he's somehow convinced himself
that stealing Seaside's mascot

would give Riverdale the edge
in the playoff game, okay?

So, he climbs over
this big fence, right,

and he goes to grab Peter
the Pig out of his pen,

and get this, he can't climb back out.

He is absolutely trapped.

So, the next morning, security shows up,

and there's Fred, all
curled up in the mud,

holding on to this squealing hog,

and without missing a
beat, my brother says,

"I got the bacon. You got the eggs?"

Your old man sure knew
how to pick a crew.

Reminds me of the guys I served with.

Mr. Keller said some
of the guys were upset

they didn't get their bonuses this year.

Hmm, you're so much like your dad.

Always worried about other people.

Relax, we got this.

For you.

Mija, how very generous.

But do I need to remind you that I
actually own the patent on this rum?

Correction, Daddy.

You own the patent on sad,
tired molasses-based rum.

Ours is maple-based.

And, in a pre-emptive
move to rum-block you,

we had a scientist analyze it.

According to him, by making

the main ingredient maple syrup,

our rum's DNA has changed by 51%.

Which means, legally,
you can't sue or stop us.

And, should you be inspired to create

your own version of our invention,

consider yourself forewarned,

because we control the
patent on maple rum.

So, toodles.

In other words, Daddy,
our rum war is back on.

Your instincts were right again, Betty.

As requested, I did
some digging on Bret.

And what did you find?

- Betty, what's up?
- I'm so onto you, Bret.

God, you just think
you're so untouchable,

and that everyone is beneath you,

but the truth is, you
are a filthy cheater.

Whoa, Betty, hang on for
a minute, what's going on?

Your roommate's father paid
someone to take the PSATs for him.

Oh, but don't worry, his
father covered it all up,

and then bought his way into Stonewall,

as I'm sure he did with Yale, as well.

Because the truth is,

you haven't earned a single
thing in your life, Bret.

You're just a pathetic rich kid.

Why're you making me out
to be the villain here?

It's not like I'm the
one writing a YA fiction

based off the exploits
of your deranged father.

Is that what your novel is about?

Betty, wait. Betty?

Cheryl, I've been musing.

We now have a truly enviable product.

But we still need to get the
word out to potential customers.

So, what if we make La Bonne
Nuit our base of operations?

Query.

Didn't your daddykins revoke
this place's liquor licence?

We wouldn't sell rum. We
would hand out free samples.

And, instead of being a speakeasy,

we'd reopen La Bonne
Nuit as a dance club.

Interesting.

Sweaty people equals thirsty people,

equals people desperate
for overpriced mocktails.

Meanwhile, we covertly hand out
samples of our delicious homemade rum.

Our coat check girl
could take down the names

and orders of potential customers,

and the legitimate money
we bring in at the club

could help fund our shadow operation.

Kevin.

Now's not a good time, Fangs.

I'm waiting for my Grind'em date.

I'm not stalking you.

I'm just picking up a couple of burgers.

But I want to apologize
for what I did to you.

- I was under Edgar's control.
- Fangs, I get it.

I was brainwashed by Edgar, too.

But that doesn't mean we
should get back together.

Can we just go on a date
and see what happens?

Sorry, my date just got here.

- Hi, are you Terry? I'm Kevin.
- Nice to meet you.

Listen, do you want to get out of here?

I have a room at the Five Seasons.

- Unless that's too forward?
- No, not at all.

Tell me Bret is lying.

Tell me that you didn't
exploit my family tragedy

for a Baxter Brothers novel.

Betty, it was a Hail Mary.

I had to give the Baxter
Brotherhood something.

I was never going to go through
with it without asking you first.

And I didn't ask you because
I wasn't even going to do it.

If you wanna use my life,

you wanna write about the Black Hood,

have the guts to ask me.

- Don't lie to my face.
- I wasn't lying.

No, you were just omitting the truth,

which is exactly what you
did about the Quill and Skull,

and about getting accepted into Yale.

I told you about Yale,

I just had to figure out
the best time to do so.

Oh, and the best time to do
so was right after we had sex?

There isn't a handbook on
how to tell your girlfriend

that you got accepted
to her dream school.

Yeah, especially not when the only
reason you got accepted to Yale

is because of this stupid school.

Oh, is that what you think?

That I don't deserve to go to Yale?

Thanks.

Good news, fellas. I just got off
the phone with the mayor's office,

and we've been hired to repair
the drainage system in the prison.

Government job, real money.

We can't do that, Mr. Keller.

We can't do business with Hiram Lodge.

That prison represents everything
wrong and corrupt about this town.

We'd be taking blood money from Hiram.

My dad wouldn't do it. I won't either.

Archie, we can't just do
business with the people we like.

Kid made his decision, Tom.

Yeah, well, I think he's
made the wrong decision.

I don't know if he should be
getting advice from you about it.

Yeah, well, I'm family,

so I got more to say
in this than you do.

Look, I've made up my mind,
we'll figure out another way.

And please, don't tell any
of the other crew about this.

The morale's low enough as it is.

Let's keep it between us.

Okay.

Hey, Betty. Do you have a minute?

I just heard from my mentor at Yale.

Yeah.

What was it? My grades? My essay? What?

Just rip the band-aid off, Charles.

It wasn't any of that.

It was that they didn't want to
accept the daughter of the Black Hood.

They were afraid that if your
father's identity got out,

it would generate bad press,
problems with other students.

I'm sorry.

What the hell is wrong with you, Bret?

Why would you go and tell Betty that?

How did you even know?

DuPont mentioned something.

I thought you were supposed
to be watching my back,

- not stabbing it.
- Wait, look,

I didn't do this to hurt you, Jones.

I did it to get under Betty's
skin before the Quiz Show finals.

So you threw a live grenade
into my relationship,

so you could win a trivia contest?

Of course.

This is what it means
to be a Quill and Skull.

To win at any cost, always.

You'll never be
satisfied, will you, Dad?

It wasn't enough that you had
to ruin my past and my present,

but you had to destroy my future too.

Even rotting in the ground, you
still find ways to torture me.

Not anymore.

I'm done.

I hate you!

Betty. Betty! Betty.

Honey. It's okay, honey. It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm so sorry, honey.

It's okay.

Charles told me everything.

I'm sorry.

There he is, Big Red. Come join us.

One second, Uncle Frank,
I'm just grabbing a soda.

Uh, where was I? Oh, right.

- Hey.
- Carlos, did you want a beer?

I'm good.

Um, listen, Archie,

I heard we turned down
a government contract.

- Is that true?
- Where did you hear that?

From my buddies working the gig.

Look, Carlos, that's not
the kind of job we take.

Well, some of the guys
are pretty pissed about it.

There's a lot of tension on the site.

Something doesn't change
soon, your crew's gonna quit.

And some advice...

You should spend a little more
time with your boots on the ground.

At the site, with us.

Okay?

Okay, okay.

What is with the tickling?

Have you ever videotaped yourself?

- Once. It didn't go well.
- No.

Videotaped yourself getting tickled?

Why does every date I go
on have to get super weird?

It's just tickling. No sex.

You don't even have
to take off your shirt.

I direct you and another hot guy.

It's fun.

And it pays.

- How much?
- Five grand a video.

Um...

So it's with another guy, not you?

I just work the camera.

But I have someone
who'd be really into you.

A total beefcake.

What do you say?

- Sure.
- Cool, I'll text my guy.

He's waiting down at the bar.

You didn't have to come.

Yes, I did.

Especially after what your
mom told me downstairs.

You okay?

I mean, I fully spiraled in a cemetery.

No, you had a human reaction

to a situation that was
totally out of your control.

I'm sorry that I wasn't there
for you when you needed me.

I love you. I really hate when we fight.

You deserve Yale, Jug.

And I'm so happy for you.

It's just hard for me to untangle

that from how sad I am
that I won't be going.

It's not fair.

But I've been thinking...

Stonewall got me into Yale,

but what if I could pay it
forward, helping you win?

- You mean the Quiz Show?
- No,

you've got that in the bag.

I'm talking about the other,
bigger game that we're playing.

Cheryl, we're a hit.

As is our maple concoction.

But did you expect anything less?

And we already have a long
list of interested buyers.

Let's keep those free shots flowing.

Sheriff's department.

What the hell is this?

Haven't you been through
enough of them to know?

- It's a raid.
- For some trumped up reason, no doubt.

You may be mayor,

but you can't just barge in
here like you own the place.

Well, this warrant says otherwise.

It has been brought to my attention

that there is alcohol
being sold on the premises.

False, we aren't selling anything.

You don't think I know what
game you girls are playing?

Ladies, I'm the grand master.

And when you play
against me, you'll lose

every single time.

Are you sure he understands
what kind of video we're making?

That it's just tickling?

Relax.

Daryl's one of my top earners,

and subscribers love it
when opposites pair up.

Trust me, I've done hundreds of these.

Did you say hundreds? What kind
of operation are you running?

Play your cards right,
stud, and you'll find out.

Fear not, we have a new batch brewing at

Thistlehouse even as we lick our wounds.

And to what end?

To become floor polish like that batch?

And I know my father, he'll
just keep raiding this place

until we cry tio.

Yes, he will raid this place.

Why're you saying it
like it's a good thing?

Because I've just had one
of my hellaciously simple,

yet brilliant ideas.

What if we keep this location open
as a nightclub as a distraction?

Get him to focus on La Bonne Nuit

while we relocate our
rum business elsewhere.

Do you happen to have one
of these magical realms

tucked away in your back pocket?

Back pocket? More like top floor.

You're a natural, Kev.
You have a great laugh.

Terrific timber.

Great.

You can make a lot more if
and when you build a following.

Terry, this is a one-time thing.

That's a shame. You could
make some serious bank.

All right, let me ask you.

Would I always have to work with Daryl?

Daryl's popular, but, no. Why?

Did you have someone else in mind?

Cheryl, what is this place?

Mumsie's old brothel. The Maple Club.

The most exclusive gentlemen's
club in town, just sitting here.

Okay, but is a former
cathouse really on-brand

for our female empowerment start-up?

Mommy Dreadful was certainly
was no ally to the cause,

but that doesn't mean we can't use
this place for our own purposes.

Not only is its rent prepaid
for the rest of the year,

but it is and has everything we need.

Private drinking club, check.

Premium security system, check.

List of Riverdale's richest rubes...

Check.

Look at all the names in here.

Cheryl, do you realize what this is?

Clients with the financial means

to pay at the price point we require.

Exactly.

So, let's tap those
scumbags like maple trees

and start making some real money.

As a valued long-term client, we
wanted you to be the first to know

that the Maple Club is reopening.

No, we are no longer a bordello.

Think of it more as a social club,

offering exclusivity, discretion...

...and high-end, maple-centric liquor,

a brand so rare it can only
be purchased on the premises.

Yes, I had a feeling

that might be of interest to you.

Of course...

You'll be put at the top of the list.

Between senior year

and operating La Bonne Nuit as a cover,

we're taking on quite the load.

What we need is a
full-time live-in manager.

Someone who will be beholden to us.

Who will live, eat, and sleep here

to ensure things run smoothly.

I have the perfect candidate.

You've got to be kidding me.

- Cheryl, she's a killer.
- So was Betty's father.

So was your father.

True.

Why have you come for
me, nightmare child?

To offer you a change of venue, Mumsie.

And a way for you to work off
your debt to society and to me.

As long as you're willing to
play by our tightly coiled rules.

I knew it was gonna happen,

I just didn't think it was
gonna happen this quick.

What's the problem, Mr. Keller?

There's 200 bucks
missing from petty cash.

You know anything about that, Frank?

Yeah, I borrowed it against my salary.

You mean, you stole it.

You can't steel something when your
family name's on the shingle, Tom.

Your brother put up that sign, Frank.

It had nothing to do with you.

Archie, I've done my best to help you,

but if you're gonna stand beside
a piece of garbage like this,

we're finished.

Uncle Frank.

Mr. Keller.

That's it. I'm done. I quit.

Any of you who want to work a job

where you actually get paid,
you know where to find me.

Just gonna keep giving
me the silent treatment?

I stuck my neck out for you, Frank.

How the hell could you
steal from the till?

I didn't steal it.

I borrowed it against my future salary.

If you needed money, why
didn't you just come to me?

Because you're my nephew.

I'm a 40-year-old man, Archie.

I did eight years in the military,

seven of that in combat.

How the hell do you
think it makes me feel

to have to ask a teenager for a loan?

What did you even need it for?

I got a hot tip, a
sure thing at the track.

You're gambling with it?

I was trying to earn enough
to pay the guys their bonuses.

But go ahead and think the worst,
Archie, everybody else does.

All right, we're on in five.

One-two, one-two.

Sound check, please.

Cam one, over here, please.

Betty.

This is Mr. Brooks,

the Yale recruiter I
was telling you about.

Recruiter? It's a
pleasure to meet you, sir.

The pleasure is mine.

Forsythe was insistent
I see you in action.

- He's your biggest cheerleader.
- And I'm his too.

- Okay, break a leg out there.
- Okay, thanks.

Nice to meet you.

- Betty.
- Hi.

- Jughead told me about the recruiter.
- Mmm-hmm.

If you win out there,
you get another shot?

Yup, as if I wasn't
already stressed enough.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm
just really excited for you.

I left you a present in the greenroom.

Oh, my God, Mom. What did you do?

Well, hello, everyone, and
welcome to RIVW's Quiz Show.

We have our returning
champions, Stonewall Prep,

facing first-time
finalists Riverdale High.

So, let's get quizzing.

What country has the longest
coastline in continental Europe?

Norway.

Correct.

The miracle of Dunkirk.

Correct.

Aft, bow, port, starboard.

Correct.

If the limit never approaches anything,

- the limit does not exist.
- Correct.

In his 1899 novella The Jungle Book,

- what author...
- Rudyard Kipling.

Correct.

Demand...

Demand side economics.

Why are we even here?

It's like she knows the answers
before the question are even asked.

Burgundy, France.

Oh, sorry, that's incorrect.

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

To Stonewall.

Cotes du Rhone.

Oh, sorry, that's also incorrect.

It's Bordeaux, jackhole.

Actually, Bret, it's Alsace.

The correct answer is Alsace.

Well, with the thrilling back and forth,

the score's still tied at 520.

Well, that sound can
only mean one thing,

it is time for our final question.

It's all your, B. Destroy that
pleated khaki trash monster.

For the win.

In a manual transmission vehicle,

what mechanical device connects
two or more rotating shafts?

Spark plug.

That is incorrect.

Riverdale, your chance to steal.

The clutch.

That is correct.

Riverdale has won.
Riverdale are the winners.

Oh, my God!

Well, there you have it, everyone.

Another fantastic Quiz
Show. Thanks for joining in.

Say, "Victory."

Victory.

Okay, that's cute.

I'll take genius
girlfriends for 200, Alex.

I don't know what's better,

the win or the look on Bret's face.

Well, you're gonna to solve
every mystery in Connecticut,

and we're going to eat a lot of pizza.

It looks perfect there.

And I'm so glad to see that
you're not beating yourself up.

You did what you had to do.

Yeah, not in the way
that you think, Mom.

I didn't use the answers that you stole.

I tore those up and threw them away.

I wanted to beat Bret fair and square.

- I take it the bet came in?
- Yeah.

Turned $200 into ten grand.

It's enough to pay the bonuses.

We good now?

This is great, Uncle Frank.

But, no, we're not good.

When you took that money,

it felt like you were
stealing from my dad.

I was just trying to help, Archie.

It's not what you did.
It's how you did it.

Andrews Construction
isn't just a business,

it's my dad's legacy.

We treat it with honor, with respect.

This can't happen again.

You sound just like him.

And I understand.

Betty! Betty!

We did it, Mr. Honey. We won.

You did, Ms. Cooper,

and apparently how you
did it is a grave problem.

I don't understand. What do you...

This was found in the
trash inside your greenroom.

My office, now!

The school called. I
tried convincing Mr. Honey

that you had nothing to do with it.

That this was my doing to
try to give you an advantage.

To balance the damage
your father has done.

I know, Mom.

Why aren't you at work?

Apparently, somebody
told my station manager,

and I have been put on leave without pay

for who knows how long.

I just don't understand,
how could anyone find out?

I mean, where's the
evidence? I was so careful.

Exhibit A.

Someone must have dug through my trash,

probably Bret.

But you didn't even use these answers.

Doesn't matter. No one believes me.

I saw how hard you studied, Betty.

You earned that trophy.

Well, according to Mr.
Honey, Riverdale's victory

has been tainted by a cloud of scandal.

So, it's been overturned.
Stonewall Prep wins again.

And I've been suspended,
pending further investigation.

Before I say what I'm
about to say, Fangs,

I wanna make one thing clear.

This is not about me
wanting to get back together.

Understand?

I've heard better opening lines.

I have a proposal for you.

It's good money, on-camera work.

It's a little weird, but
it'll be infinitely less weird

if I do it with someone I know.

On camera?

What're you talking about, Kevin?

Just... promise me you'll
keep an open mind. Okay, stud?

Thanks for meeting me, Mr. Keller.

I wanted to make sure
you got your bonus,

and to apologize.

I'm a grown man, Archie.
I can take care of myself.

Would you consider coming
back to Andrews Construction?

You know that I want to,

but if Frank's going
to be sticking around,

I just don't think that's a good idea.

What if I made you foreman?

Archie, you're a good
kid. You always have been.

But you trust too much.

I know who my Uncle
Frank is, Mr. Keller.

Sure, he's a mixed bag.

But I can't turn my back on family.

I understand that.

Good luck to you. I just
pray that Frank Andrews

isn't the end of your dad's company.

Thank you.

One Maple Rum Punch and one Maplejito

for Mr. Arklight and his guest.

How's the front of house going?

Busy. Word is spreading faster
than a fire at Thornhill.

Hmm.

It's Pop Tate. Apparently La
Bonne Nuit just got raided again.

Heavens, whatever will
your father find this time?

Let me think, a club of sweaty dancing

teenagers imbibing virgin coladas,

fizzy juice drinks, and
coffee-infused colas.

To our two income streams
being up and running.

I'll drink to that.

Is this mask absolutely necessary?

It's mandatory, Mother.

Unless you want someone
to find out your identity,

you'll keep that false face on

and stay within the
walls of the Maple Club.

And if you get the itch to run...

...that ankle monitor and
proximity sensor I put on you

will start screeching like
a cat in heat, Mrs. Blossom.

Take this as a win.

You're under house-arrest, minding
our shop whilst we're in school.

But at least you're not in that
petri dish of a teen sex bunker.

You're a pathological
lunatic, you know that, Bret?

I know what you did to Betty.

Easy, Forsythe.

From what I hear, she did it to herself.

You consider yourself to
be this elite man of honor,

but you are nothing more
than a joke and a coward.

You know, when you say
things like that, Forsythe,

it really upsets me.

Oh, I'm sorry. Have I
besmirched your precious honor?

- You're damn right, you have.
- Good.

Because as stated by the
Quill and Skull charter,

any dispute between two members

can be solved according to the code

of the society of the founding fathers.

A duel.

You can't be serious.

Oh, I'm as serious as
a shot to the heart.

- Um...
- Are you scared?

No, amused at the thought
of your ponytailed girlfriend

- weeping over your dead body.
- That's not gonna happen.

So, sudden death? Yes or no?

_

- Hey.
- Hi.

I got here as soon as I
could. What's going on?

I just don't think I can
do this anymore, Arch.

I keep waiting for Jug to
come back, but he doesn't.

And he won't. He won't ever come back.

And I don't know how I'm
supposed to keep going.

Day by day, Betty,
we'll get through this...

together.

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