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"Honor."

It's a word that gets thrown
around a lot at Stonewall Prep.

Mr. Weston Wallis,

you have been challenged
to a duel by Mr. Jones,

who has invoked arcane
Stonewall Prep tradition.

Do you accept?

That'd be a yes.

Very good.

What about fencing?

Oh, can we just
bare-knuckle brawl?

May I suggest
that you do both.

And in case
of a tie-breaker...

A battle of intellect.

A chess match.

Excellent.

Then it is settled.

You may both
now choose a second

for moral
and tactical support.

I pick Jonathan.

I'll choose Donna.

And may the best man win.

I'm assuming you've never
held a saber before.

Lucky for you,
I'm an excellent coach,

and Bret is decidedly
mediocre with a sword.

Hey, by the way,
I meant to ask you,

when does your mom
get back?

She's wrapping up a case.

- Couple more days, she says.
- Got you.

Hey, can we help you?

Holy hell.

Ted Bishop.

How are you, Frank?

Hey.

What the hell
are you doing here?

It's, uh...

It's bad news.

I'm making the rounds.
I wanted to tell you guys in person.

Greg died.

Yeah, he had cancer.

Rotted his guts.

After everything else...

Hmm.

I'm sorry. Uh...

Archie, this is Ted Bishop.
We served together.

Ted, this is
my nephew, Archie.

- Oh.
- Hey.

Fred's kid.
Nice to meet you.

Same.

We were just
calling it quits for the day,

if you wanna join us
for dinner.

Yeah. How about it, Ted?

Yeah, all right.

FYI,

Smithers and I are road-tripping
to New York tomorrow.

Oh? What's the occasion?

I have an interview at Barnard
College, if you must know.

And, of course, I'll be going
on a shopping spree beforehand

to find the right outfit
to impress.

Well, that's perfect timing.
Your mother and I were just planning

our own trip to New York.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

I have a few business meetings
I've been putting off.

And I'm having lunch with the
girls at Cafe des Creatifs.

And don't worry, mija,

as soon as we reach Manhattan,
we'll go our separate ways.

Fine.

But New York is my town.

Not yours.

Fangs, tell me you're not
selling drugs again.

Toni,

so Kevin and I
started this little...

side hustle.

Don't worry.
It's nothing illegal, per se.

What kind of side hustle?

It looks lucrative as hell.
Is this...

something I can get in on?

The nerve of that man!

Who does he think he is?

What happened, Mom?
What did Mr. Honey say?

Your principal refuses
to believe that I acted alone.

That's typical.

What's the punishment?

Well, honey,
you're suspended for a week

and stripped of your editor-in-chief
duties at the Blue and Gold.

- Oh, my God.
- And barred from attending senior prom

for some ungodly reason.

Oh, and that
Bret Weston Wallis character,

he's filing a restraining order
against you,

claiming that
he "fears for his life."

What, Bret is afraid of me?
Why?

Apparently, you cracked
open his head with a golf club.

Oh, right. I did do that.

What's this?

My latest murder board.

Who got murdered?

Mr. Chipping. Maybe.

We let the case get cold.

But we know
Bret's a total sociopath.

So let's find out
if he's a killer too.

So there was an ambush
near the city center.

And they sent us in
to extract any wounded.

I end up walking down
a blind alley.

I get hit in both legs,
and I go down.

But he got me out of there.

It wasn't till we got back to
the aid station I saw that Frank,

he'd been hit
four times himself.

But, hey,

you got a Red Badge of Courage
for saving my ass, right?

I got lucky. That's all.

Hmm.

Well, boys, uh,

I appreciate the warm meal
and hospitality,

but it's time I ship out.

You could stay here,
if you want, Mr. Bishop.

My mom's out of town.
There's plenty of room.

Well, so long as I'm not
putting anyone out.

No, you're not.

My, what a tangled web.

And you think this Bret
character is behind it all?

He's definitely
the leader of the pack.

Okay. Well, where do we begin?

We have missing students, evil preppies,
dead writers, a teacher's suicide.

Apparent suicide.
Chipping didn't leave a note.

And even though
Jughead's classmate Donna

has painted a very
incriminating portrait of him,

I don't think
she's telling the truth.

Well, then that's
where we start.

Tell me, Elizabeth,

is there a Mrs. Chipping?

Hey, where's the fire?

Sorry. I'm gonna
be late for school.

Ted, don't be a stranger.
Hope to see you again soon.

Yeah, same here.

See you.

He's a good kid.

He is.

He's just like his father was.

All right, listen,
why don't you finish up,

and then I'll drive you
to the bus station.

Sounds good.

- Hello?
- Frank, it's June.

- June?
- Listen, I don't have...

Whoa, slow down.
Slow down.

- W-W-Wait.
- Duckie was murdered.

- What happened to Duckie?
- He said something about...

I don't understand.
How can he be dead too?

That doesn't make any...

What the hell's going on?

I forgot my phone.

*RIVERDALE *
Season 04 Episode 12

Episode Title:
" Chapter Sixty-Nine: Men of Honor"

I'm sorry, Archie. I usually have
an instinct about these things.

Uncle Frank, why the hell is one
of your friends trying to kill you?

After the war,
I was hard up.

Ted reached out,
and he told me about this security gig.

It paid well, hired vets,
no questions asked.

The thing is,
it was a private paramilitary contract,

and they sent us
all over the world...

as mercenaries.

Okay, so why come after you?

My guess is the company's
tying up loose ends.

Maybe they're about to be exposed.
Ted's still on their payroll.

So get ahead of this.

You come forward and blow the
lid off these mercenaries.

It's not that easy, Archie.

I was a part of it.

I did things. I...

followed orders.

All right. Then we need to
get you out of town.

- No.

It's too dangerous.

Anybody he comes into contact
with in this town is at risk now.

And he's not gonna leave
until I'm dead.

So, in that case,
we need backup.

No way.

No, Uncle Frank, trust me.

This guy can help.

Thank you for coming
to see us, Mrs. Chipping.

We can't even imagine
how hard this has been for you.

And we promise,
we're just here to help.

The first question
is the hardest.

The answer is "no."

I absolutely do not believe my husband
was having an affair with that student.

And, Rupert, he had his problems,
but he never cheated on me.

Not ever.

What kind of problems?

Drinking more than usual,

complaining about
the Baxter Brothersbooks.

Wishing he'd never
gotten the contract.

Wasn't he proud to be
a Baxter Brotherswriter?

In the beginning.

But then, as the years
went on, he, um,

felt like he had an albatross
around his neck.

But hadn't he just finished
his last book?

Why...

kill himself if he was
so close to being done?

I don't know.

I just... I don't know.

And I, um...

I brought a box
of his personal effects

from when I cleaned out
his office.

I can't make sense
of any of it.

But maybe you can.

We'll try, Mrs. Chipping.

What does any of this mean?

Why does Mr. Chipping
have army pamphlets?

Unless...

Wait a minute.

So a highly trained mercenary tried
to kill you two in the kitchen,

and now he's in hiding,
waiting to strike again?

- Is that about right?
- I'm his target, not Archie.

I don't want anyone paying
for my mistakes but me.

I know what it's like
when the past comes knocking.

As a vet

and as a Serpent, I've been
in a couple of barfights

with these ultramarine types.

They're tough bastards,
but...

..I've held my own
against them.

Can you lure him out,
Uncle Frank?

It would have to be somewhere
under our complete control.

We got that. The gym.

All right.

All right. I'll get him there.

Your weapons,
gentlemen.

First to three points wins.

Now,

en garde.

And begin.

- - A hit on
Mr. Jones. Point to Weston Wallis.

Begin.

Point to Mr. Jones.
One to one.

And begin.

A hit on Mr. Jones.
Point to Weston Wallis. Two to one.

Begin.

No.

The match is over.

Weston Wallis is our victor.

Well, well, well,
if it isn't Katy Keene.

- Hi. Oh!
- It's so good to see you.

It has been way too long, girl.

I know something that
is gonna make you even happier.

I hear that the new Proenza Schouler
collection on the fourth floor

is to die for.

I can't wait. I need to ooze collegiate
cuteness at this interview tomorrow.

Well, I have already scoped out
some Barnard-ready options.

Well, good thing I'm armed
with my mother's Lacy's card.

If that's the case,
I know exactly where to start. Come on.

Oh, I don't want this
"Rainbow High" montage to end.

Who says it has to? We can leave our
bags with Smithers and just keep going.

Wait. Do you like drag?

My friend Jorge and I always sneak into
this little dive bar called Molly's Crisis.

Sounds amazing.

I'm unarmed.

I keep my word.

Good.

We don't want
any unnecessary bloodshed.

But just so you know, Ted,
the same way you came after me,

they're gonna send someone
after you.

Probably.

But I don't get paid
to think like that.

I get paid

to follow orders.

I'm sorry it's gotta end
like this, buddy.

But...

I'll make it painless.

And none of your loved ones
will be harmed.

- I swear.
- Ted,

I'm sorry too, brother.

You broke the code, Frank.

You can't break something that's
already been shattered to bits, Ted.

And you're the one
coming after me.

- On the ground. Hands up!
- You broke the code, Frank.

All bets are off now.

You're all fair game.

Get some sleep.

At 0800, you got a date
with the Feds.

Hmm.

What about Frank Andrews?

He's a mercenary, too.

Who?

I don't know anyone
by that name.

Welcome to the Maple Club.

Now this is my kind of joint.

I'm Antoinette.

And what brings you to
our establishment this evening,

Mr...

St. Clair.

I'm looking to throw a small
bash for myself and some pals

to celebrate the fact that
we all got into Harvard.

And a chum told me
about this place.

And, from the looks of it,

it seems like we'd have
a good time here.

That, you would.

How about I talk you through some of
Maple Club's offerings and options?

Moose, who gave you
the army pamphlets?

After the article airing,
all my dirty laundry was published,

I mean, I was...
I was pretty messed up.

Hmm.

And Mr. Chipping suggested
I look into the military.

I'm sorry, what's your
connection to Mr. Chipping?

He recruited me.
To play football.

Wait. Mr. Chipping's the reason
why you went to Stonewall Prep?

Yeah.

And what's weird is,
after the story about me came out,

he was encouraging me to leave.

Until Halloween night,
when it became more than a suggestion.

I mean, he practically
shoved me out the door.

Plus, um,

there was a videotape.

What videotape?

Uh, Bret videotaped me having sex
in our dorm room with a classmate.

He was lording it over me and
threatening to release it any minute.

I'm sorry.

Bret videotaped you
having sex in your dorm room?

He said it would be a good
addition to his collection.

Breaking and entering,
is this normal for you, Elizabeth?

Kind of. But it's not really
breaking and entering, Mom.

I mean, this is
Jughead's room, too.

And he said I could come here
whenever I wanted, so...

Like when all the preppy
scumbags are in class.

Not quite all.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Looking for the dirt
that you have on Moose Mason.

I know you filmed him
having sex to extort him.

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

I have no idea what you
and, I'm assuming,

your mother are referring
to, Ponytail.

Does Moose have
this supposed sex tape?

No, he says that you do,
in a collection.

Where is it? Because it's
certainly not in this room.

Question,

did Mason ever lay eyes
on this alleged collection?

Question,

do you have a tape
of me and Jughead?

Oh, my God!

Mom, calm down.

Moose said that
it was filmed in this room.

Did you tape us, too?

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

I don't have
any tapes like that.

But if I did,

it sure is a good thing
that I'm such a nice guy

because I could really do a
number on you by releasing it.

Leave now, and I won't tell Jones
about this latest escapade of yours,

or you could come with me to Chemistry
class, and we could tell him together.

So, assuming that you get into Barnard
next year, which you totally will,

is Archie moving here
with you next year?

That's still very much
up in the air.

Honestly,

I don't think Riverdale
could survive without him.

Well, there's always
long distance.

Totally, and that's what my best
friend Betty and her beau are doing,

and they're
making it work, so...

What about you
and your brawny boxer?

- KO?
- Mmm-hmm.

Well, we are a real thing now.

I know. He's...

He's the best.

You know, I remember

the first time
you held hands with him.

It was at my quinceanera
at the Plaza.

And you told me
his palms were sweaty

because he was so nervous.

Oh, my God.
That is so embarrassing.

I can't believe
you remember that.

- All I remember is that the Jonas
Brothers performed. - Mmm-hmm.

And, of course,
how stunning you looked.

Yeah, because you
and your mom made the dress.

The dress that launched this
beautiful, unexpected relationship.

How is your mother?
How is her shop?

Veronica, my mom's really sick.

And she's getting treatments,
and she's...

Oh, she's being so strong.

But, um...

They... They caught it late,
so we're just...

We're not sure
what's gonna happen.

She's my best friend, Veronica.

Katy.

Ugh, I'm sorry.

Didn't wanna tell you.
I didn't wanna cry today.

Are you kidding me?

What are old friends for if not
to provide shoulders to cry on?

Come here.

I love you, Katy Keene.

You're gonna be okay,
I promise.

Where are you gonna go?

Head up to Canada. Maybe find
my way to Alaska, get some work.

I just gotta get as far
off the radar as possible

until this whole thing
blows over.

If Ted can find me,
others can, too.

Uncle Frank, can't you just talk
to the Feds, explain what happened?

Maybe if you turn yourself in,
they'll go easy on you.

Yeah, or maybe they make me the
scapegoat who goes down for all this.

Those tend to be the breaks
I get in life, Archie.

But if you go on the run now,
you'll never stop running.

Man, you remind me so much
of your old man.

You take care
of your mom, okay?

Or I'll come back
and kick your ass.

You can try.

Babe, what happened to you today?
You ghosted me.

Do you remember that
Patrick-Bateman-type from earlier today

- at the Maple Club?
- Mmm.

You mean, Nick St. Clair?

Sophomore year,

Nick came to Riverdale one
weekend looking for a party.

He...

spiked my champagne,

and...

coaxed me back to his room
at the Five Seasons,

where...

he attempted to assault me.

- What?
- Thankfully,

Veronica and Josie and the
Pussycats came to my rescue.

I thought
I'd worked through it.

Emotionally.

But seeing him today, it...

Triggered you.

I get it.

A similar experience happened to
me before I moved to Riverdale.

Oh, TT.

I'm so sorry.
What did you do?

How did you cope?

It took me a while, but,

with a lot of help,
I worked through it.

And, babe, I wanna
help you get there too.

Gentlemen,
we'll go seven rounds.

We're not gonna need rounds.

No, all we'll need
is a coffin for Jones.

Like the one I buried him in
way back when.

Round one begins now.

That's not bad, Bret.

Oh.

Well, he's got a glass jaw.

Told you we weren't
gonna need rounds.

Mr. Jones is the winner.

The duel is officially tied.

Tomorrow's chess match will
decide the ultimate winner.

Oh, crap!

A dead snake. Really?

And body checks in the hall?

Since when does Bret
even have so many friends?

He doesn't.

It's pack behavior.

Bret's home-grown.
He's a Stonie through and through.

Easy to root for.

And, think about it,
if you win and Bret loses,

if he's not a man of honor,
what does that say about them?

So, what, this entire school
is against me now?

Not the entire school, Jones.

You still got me.

If that tape exists...

We have to find it.

Agreed.

But we can't search
the whole school.

What if Bret stores
his collection

in the room where they have
those secret society meetings?

In Stonewall Prep's basement.

Okay.

But we didn't fare so well
breaking into their dorms.

No, but Jughead still has
one last challenge.

We can slip into the basement
while he's keeping Bret busy.

Hey, Mr. Jones, what's up?

Red, we got a problem.
Ted escaped.

Wherever you are, you have to
get somewhere safe ASAP.

What? How the hell
did he escape?

He just about
snapped Tubby in two.

Get yourself to safety, okay?

Okay. Bye.

Ted?

What the hell is happening?

This school is insane.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

How...

I thought you were gone.

I had a gut feeling
this wasn't over, Archie.

But it is now.

Refill?

You read my mind, sweetheart.

Maybe you'd like to enjoy it
with me in a private room.

You little minx.

Relax,

drink up, and, uh,

I'm gonna get
a little more comfortable.

Okay?

You're gonna mop
the floor with him, Jug.

Yeah, I hope so.

I just have to stay focused if I'm gonna
wipe that smug smile off Bret's face.

Where is the match?

Uh, same place as all the other ones.
The seminar room.

At what time?

I wanna
raise the stakes.

When I win, you walk away from
the Baxter Brotherscontract.

To what end?

The restoration of the rightful
natural order of the world.

You lose, you slink away
and are never heard from again.

Just like your grandfather.

And Mr. DuPont
gives the contract to me.

You wanna know what
the one problem with that is?

Hmm?

You're a terrible writer, Bret.

So, no, I'm not going
to accept your terms.

This is a duel about honor.

And when you lose,

it's going to be because

I'm a better writer.

I'm a better competitor.

And I'm a better man.

So can we get this
started already?

Indeed.

Gentlemen.

Play wisely.

Okay, come on.
Veronica said it was this way.

All right, Betty.
You find the tapes, I'll stand watch.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

Okay. Moose, Moose...

Oh, that works, too.

I'm sorry. Someone's broken
into the Quill and Skull's room.

What are you talking about?

Silent alarm. I have it synced
to alert me of any intruders.

Mr. DuPont,
may I call a recess?

Yes, of course. We'll resume
the game after this is cleared up.

Betty.

We have to go, now.

Okay.

All right.

I almost admire your gumption, Ponytail,
but you're done. You're trespassing.

And you're illegally recording
people having sex.

And this is your tape
of me and Jughead.

Whoa, whoa, wait.

What the hell is going on?

Your perv of a roommate
taped us in your bed, Jug.

Are you serious, Bret?

All the tapes in this room
are private property.

Consensual testimonies given by students
being inducted into the Quill and Skull.

The tape you're holding right now
is Jughead's initiation confession.

Confession...

I did make a confession.

Right. So I'll have
my private property back.

Excellent. Now,
can we finish the match?

Wait. No, that allows me
to put you in...

Checkmate, yeah.

Why?
Why would you do that?

'Cause I'm done
playing this game, Bret.

That's game over, Mr. DuPont.

Bret wins this duel.

You

are more of a Stonewall man
than I will ever be

or I'll ever want to be.

Let's blow this place.

All right. Thank you,
Mr. Jones, I appreciate it.

Okay. Bye.

The Feds picked up Ted.

He'll be tried for
everything he did in Riverdale.

He said they're looking
for you, too.

Of course, they are.

My mom's the lawyer, not me,

but wouldn't it go better
if you turned yourself in?

You could cut a deal,
maybe, too.

All right.

All right, Archie, I'll do it.
I'll turn myself in tomorrow.

I genuinely think this is the
right thing to do, Uncle Frank.

Veronica, your father
doesn't want me to tell you this,

but I think it's important
that you know.

We didn't go to New York
on business.

We went to see a doctor.

A specialist.

He ran some tests,

and he confirmed that
your father has a disease.

What? What...

What kind of disease?

It's a neuromuscular disorder.

It will weaken your father.

His muscles will atrophy.

He'll lose his motor skills.

But there's good news.

We caught it early,
so there's drugs

- and therapies.
- So he's...

going to be fine?

I don't know.

We just know that he's very...

He's very sick.

Mom.

What?

Where the hell am I?

Who the hell are you?

I bet you say that to all the boys.

It's okay. Yeah.
We understand.

Things got pretty wild
last night.

You wanna see?

You and the boys here
made a little video.

Had enough?

How could you?

You can't...

You better not show that to
anyone, you bitch, or I'm gonna...

Or you'll what, exactly?

Now listen up, worm,

because I'm only
gonna say this once.

You don't know me.

But I know you.

And I know exactly what you did
to my girlfriend Cheryl Blossom

and what you've probably done to a
lot of other innocent young women.

You will never step foot
in Riverdale again.

You will not so much as even
think about Cheryl Blossom.

And you will never assault
another woman

because, if you do, I will let the
whole world see what was done to you.

I will ruin you.

Why are you tickling me?

So... So Nick is what we in the tickle
business would call a first-class squealer.

I propose a toast.

To Toni Topaz,

who slayed yet another dragon
from my past.

Cheers!

I am, as always,
one lucky lady.

Frank didn't even
leave a note.

I'm sorry, Red.

I know you two got close.

Yeah, we did.

And can I tell you, Mr. Jones?

I knew he was gonna run.

Even when he told me
he wasn't, I just...

I felt it.

So, uh,

what's next?

- For Frank? He's probably
halfway to Alaska. - No, no.

I mean, for you.

I don't know.

My dad was a decent, good guy.

He worked hard. He loved me.
He loved his life.

I believe he slept peacefully
at night, you know?

Unless I was out
doing some dumb-ass thing.

Some days he won,
and some days he lost.

But, usually, it was a draw,
and that was enough for him.

He was just a...

He was a simple man with honor.

Maybe that's what next for me.

Hmm.

Sounds like a good plan to me.

Well, Mom,

Dad,

I know it's still months away,

but clear your schedules and mark
your calendars for August 15th,

a very special day.

Special in what way?

It's when Barnard welcomes
its incoming freshman class,

including a certain
Veronica Lodge.

Veronica!

You'll be moving me
into my dorm.

I'm sorry.
Did you say "Lodge"?

Yes.

I did.

Going to New York,
seeing Katy,

it reminded me
of something I was missing.

But no need to make a federal
case out of it, Daddy.

No.

Absolutely not, mija.

- Any regrets about
throwing the match? - No.

If I've learned anything
over these last couple days,

it's that I really don't have to
prove anything to these people.

They have no idea
what true honor is.

And you are not
a damsel in distress.

But I'll murder Bret if he
actually has a tape of us.

Speaking of tapes,

I did manage to sneak something
out of the Quill and Skull room.

A videotape labelled "Donna."

We were having an affair.

I knew it was wrong, and I didn't
want anybody to get into trouble,

so I tried to
break it off with him.

But then he got...

aggressive.

Wait. What's going on?

This is exactly what Donna told
me about Mr. Chipping, except...

Wait for this part.

And I was so scared, I told him if he
didn't stop I'd go to the headmaster.

I'd never seen
Mr. Kotter so mad.

Who's Mr. Kotter?

Based on my research,

no one.
He doesn't exist.

Even more chilling,
Donna is 100% using the same language,

even exactly the same words that she
used when she told me about Mr. Chipping.

I didn't want anybody
to get into trouble.

So, I tried to
break it off with him.

But then he got... aggressive.

- Meaning...
- She's lying, Jug.

This is a rehearsed speech
Donna has given at least twice.

All this time, I've been
thinking, we've been thinking,

that Bret's the evil mastermind
behind Stonewall Prep.

But I think we need to be
more worried about Donna.

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