All language subtitles for Riverdale s04e13_English

[Jughead] The week started
like any other.

Who would've guessed
where I'd be by the end?

[alarm ringing]

♪ Lone passenger

Out on the road

With a million
More miles to go

An ache deep inside

And wide as the sky...

Thank you
for watching the center

during the day, Ms. Moore.

Promise it's only temporary.

Hell, after you helped
get my baby Munroe
into Notre Dame,

it's the least I can do.

I'll be back after school

once I've checked in
on Andrews Construction.

A young man like you,

you must have colleges
knocking down your door.

How can I help you,
Mr. Andrews?

Mr. Honey, I know
it's late in the game,

but is there any way
I can still apply to college?

The application period
closed months ago.

And moreover,
based on your grades
from the past two years,

I have serious doubts
about whether or not

you'll be able to graduate
with your class.

Well, can I at least
walk with my friends
at the graduation ceremony?

I find the notion
of an underserving student

being allowed
to walk with his peers

without fulfilling
the basic requirements

to graduate
quite absurd.

It is dishonest,
and it is a hollow gesture.

Wouldn't you agree,
Mr. Andrews?

[china rattles]

[shatters]

-Damn it!
-Oh, Daddy, let me
get that for you.

I got it.

I don't need your help.

[Veronica] No, of course not,

which is why I'll never
offer it to you again.

What's up, Ronnie?

Good morning to you, too.

Less talking,
more touching, Andrews.

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I belong to you

You

You

I belong to you

Thanks for the early morning
delight, lover.

[both chuckle]

I'm not complaining,
but what's the occasion?

As much as I loved
visiting NYC,

it remined me
of how little time

we have left together.

I mean, we haven't
really talked about

what we're doing
after graduation.

What are you saying, Ronnie?

I'm saying...

I don't really
wanna think about

the future right now, Archie.

I just want to enjoy
these last few months
at Riverdale High with you,

and I wanna have fun.

Can we do that, Archie?
Can we just have fun?

That's music to my ears.

You rang?

I won't mince words
with you, Forsythe.

You're out of Quill and Skull.

Why?

Because Betty broke in
to the sanctum sanctorum?

Well, as a matter
of fact, yes.

That's a violation
of our code.

[scoffs]

That's not all, I'm afraid.

We're also terminating
your Baxter Brothers contract

for failure to deliver
satisfactory material
by March 15th.

This Friday,
as in the Ides of March?

Well, it's only Monday.
I still have time.

Your rejected novel
took you months to write.

What makes you think
you could write an entirely
new one in five days?

Watch me.

-[line rings]
-[Betty] Hello?

I'm in serious need
of my real life Tracy True.

How quickly can you get
to Stonewall Prep?

I have to write
the best damn
Baxter Brothers novel

these Stonies
have ever read by Friday,

which coincidentally
is the Ides of March.

You know, Stonewall Prep
celebrates the holiday

by throwing a big blowout
in the woods.

Okay. Well, then...

Why don't you write about
what's been happening to you
here at Stonewall?

Like a roman-a-clef,
let's say.

Yeah.
Like a prep school thriller.

-Sure.
-We could start with my...

-We could start
with Moose's arrival.
-Exactly.

You're brilliant,
you know that?

I like what you've
done with the place, Archie.

Mr. Lodge.

What's up?

I'm here to work out, train.

Don't you have
a really nice gym
at the Pembrooke?

And don't you belong
to Solstice?

Yeah, but I'm looking
for a real gym.

Like here.

I've gotten away
from myself, Archie.

I spend too much time
in suits, behind desks,

but no more.

No more weakness.

Okay, Mr. Lodge. Sure.

You can make your check out to
Frank Andrews Community Center.

[Jughead]
"The boys themselves
couldn't see it yet,

but it was
a suspicious coincidence
to say the least.

Two new scholarship students
arrived at Brickbridge Prep

after being recruited
by the same teacher,
Mr. Shephard.

The old acquaintances
settled into their new lives,

unaware that one
or both of them

were destined to be
a sacrificial lamb.

The perfect victim
to the perfect murder."

That's where the chapter ends.

Mr. Jones, ten pages
of autobiographical hokum
won't save you.

Well, just you wait.

I'll have more tomorrow.

[telephone ringing]

Ellie's Essential Oils.
Don't hate, alleviate.

How can I help you?

And who is she?

Don't worry.
We'll vet her.

[Toni] What was that, babe?

Apparently,
there's a high roller
out in La Bonne Nuit

who's caught wind
of the Maple Club,

and wields a blank check
with our name on it.

I hate to ask, T.T.,
but will you scrutinize
this enigmatic patron?

-Sure.
-Great.

You'll find
a frosty-haired woman

sitting at the bar
later tonight.

I'm on it.

And I'll be sure
to lay on the charm.

-Love you.
-Love you.

I'm Antoinette.

I understand you've been asking
about our other establishment.

Why, yes.
I'm Rosa Jevon.

I consider myself
a connoisseur of rum,

and I've heard rumblings
of a secret rum bar

with ties
to this establishment.

Needless to say,
I'm intrigued.

Tell you what,

since I like
your vibe so much,

I'll talk to my partner
about it.

She'll want
to meet you, too.

Maybe tomorrow night
right here?

It's a date.

[club music playing]

Two Cokes, please.

Okay, I needed that.

We're just getting
started, Archiekins.

Ronnie, I have to be
at the site by 5:00
tomorrow morning.

Boo!

I thought you said
we were gonna have fun.

Good night, Veronica.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Fine.

[Jughead] "It was
All Hallow's Eve
at Brickbridge Prep.

Jarhead was burning
the midnight oil studying,

when, suddenly,
his vision narrowed.

He crumpled to the ground
and awoke
to a real life nightmare.

He was locked
in a solid oak coffin.

My classmates drugged me,
he realized groggily.

But why?

The truth
was sinisterly simple.

It was so
he wouldn't be a witness
to the perfect murder.

For, you see,
the seminar students

were plotting to kill
his roommate Byson

on that very devil's night."

Admit it.

You guys are on the edge
of your seats, aren't you?

[Hiram grunts]

[exhales sharply]

Can I ask you something,
Mr. Lodge?

It's actually
a business question.

Really? Interesting.

Shoot.

I'm not as good
as your daughter, Mr. Lodge.

I can't run
multiple businesses,

and do well in school,

and everything else
Veronica's so good at.

If you're talking
about this place
and Andrews Construction,

have you thought
about shutting one?

Yeah.

My grandpa Artie founded
Andrews Construction

and passed it down
to my dad.

It's my legacy.

Well, both your businesses
bear your father's name.

You'll be keeping
his legacy alive
no matter what.

[Archie] Thanks for meeting
with me, Mr. Keller.

Yeah, of course, Archie.

So... So, what's
been going on?

Truthfully, a lot.

I've been thinking
about the future
of Andrews Construction

and the community center
recently.

Vic has offered to buy
Andrews Construction
a few times.

I don't like
the guy personally,

but my dad did.

And if I sold it,
I could use that money

to pay you a proper salary
to help me run the center
full-time,

if that's something
you'd be interested in.

Well, I've been hopping
from job to job

since I lost my post
as sheriff.

A more permanent gig
would be a nice change of pace.

I'd like that, Arch.

Does anyone know why
DuPont summoned us?

No need to wonder,
Ms. Berkeley,

I will tell you.

The headmaster
has just given me

some very unsettling news.

One of you has been accused
of the worst crime
a writer can commit,

plagiarism.

Mr. Jones, it seems
that the short story

that qualified you for Yale,
"On Featherless Wings,"

was, in fact, written
by another student
in this seminar.

Oh, and let me guess
who accused me.

-Was it Bret?
-No, it was me.

What? Why?

Because I wrote
"On Featherless Wings."

-No, you didn't.
-Yes, I did!

And I've got a timestamp
on my computer

proving that I wrote it
two months ago.

No, I wrote it
during the summer.
It's on my computer.

The story you wrote last summer

is on the laptop
I gave you three weeks ago?

No, it's on my old one.

It's in my room.
Can I get it, please?

Go and get it.
We shall wait.

[softly] What the hell?

Jones, where's this magical
exonerating laptop?

It's not in there
because someone stole it.

That seems
rather convenient.

Mr. DuPont, I'm going to
fight these accusations
tooth and nail.

You had better.

Stonewall Prep takes the crime
of plagiarism very seriously.

As such, you will go
before the headmaster

and the disciplinary committee
on Friday.

On the Ides of March,
fittingly enough.

Mr. DuPont
is turning out to be worse

than any of the villains
in his precious
Baxter Brothers series.

It's clear
he wants me expelled.

Can't let your name
be tarnished

by these,
these trust fund brats.

Hell, it's my name.
It's our family name.

If I let my reputation
be destroyed
by a baseless accusation,

my career as a writer
is going to be over
before it even begins.

There's no way
that's happening, Jug.

I think I have an idea.

[Kevin sighs]
That test was brutal.

Why does anybody need to know
what "primogenitor" is?

Wait. That was
one of the questions?

Ms. Lodge.

During a routine search,
I found this flask of rum
in your locker.

Excuse me?

Since when did Riverdale High
become a fascist police state,
Principal Mussolini?

It is my responsibility
to look after my students'
well-being.

How do you think
Barnard will react

when they hear about
this incident?

The recruiter
already saw me drinking
at my speakeasy.

They're not a bunch of
prissy, power-tripping
asshats.

Veronica, stop.

You don't have to do this.
You don't have to protect me.

Principal Honey,
I'm so sorry.

The lock
on my locker broke,

and I know Veronica's
combination, so...

I stashed that flask,
my flask, in there
before the test.

So, this is your liquor,
Mr. Andrews?

It's been a rough year,
sir, as you know.

Sometimes I just need
to take the edge off.

[softly] Archie.

You'll have
a week's detention.

And I'm gonna call
your mother about this.

I understand, sir.

Yeah.

[Veronica sighs]

[students talking indistinctly]

Jones.

And Betty. To what
do we owe the pleasure?

We know Jonathan's lying about
writing "On Featherless Wings."

And we know that one
or all of you
stole my laptop

and are conspiring
against me,

so we're here to prove it.

With a...
With a lie detector test?

Okay. Well, I refuse
to participate in this charade.

Fine.

Then you all can watch
while Jughead takes the test.

Is your name
Forsythe Pendleton Jones III?

Yes.

When did you start writing
"On Featherless Wings"?

At the end
of last summer,

before I'd even heard
of Stonewall Prep.

And did you get rid
of your old laptop

because you knew it contained
incriminating evidence?

Of course not.
It was stolen.

And what exactly
do you think this is proving?

Well, Jonathan's guilt
by process of elimination.

[chuckles] I hate to
break it to you, sweetie,

but this isn't gonna prove
Jughead's innocence.

Do you think
I don't know that, bitch?

This lie detector test
is only the beginning.

Once we're done with
all of you one percenters,

none of you
will be left standing.

-Hey, handsome.
-What are you doing here?

I just wanted to say thanks

for your gallant
gesture earlier.

I was happy to do it.

I got nothing to lose,
but you do.
You have everything.

Ronnie.

Ronnie, stop.

Come on, Dr. Beaker
could be back any minute.

[Veronica sighs]

-What's going on with you?
-What do you mean?

This isn't you.
What's happening?

Nothing.

We made a vow
that we would make

the most of our time together,

and now, clearly,
you're backing out
of that deal, so...

It's fine. If you don't
wanna have fun,

then I'll just go
have fun by myself.

-Ronnie--
-I have to meet
Cheryl and Toni anyway.

[door closes]

[club music playing]

You came.

Well, when a beautiful
vixen calls,

I have no choice
but to answer.

Did you talk
to your partner?

-She's on her way.
-Mmm.

Ugh. I love this song.

I know exactly
what we can do
while we wait.

Don't show up

Don't come out

Don't start caring
About me now

Walk away
You know how

Don't start caring
About me now

Aren't you the guy
Who tried to

Hurt me with
The word goodbye

Though it took some time
To survive you

I'm better
On the other side

I'm all good already

So moved on, it's scary

I'm not where
You left me at all

So if you don't wanna see me Dancing with somebody

If you wanna believe
That anything could stop me

Don't show up
Don't come out

Don't start caring...

Babe, this is the woman
I was telling you about, Rosa.

Rosa. Has anyone ever told you
how beguiling your eyes are?

I get that a lot.

How about
we get out of here?

We have somewhere special
we'd like to bring you.

[Laura]
Excuse me, Ms. Lodge.
I'm sorry to interrupt,

but I have a message
from Ms. Blossom.

It's fine.
Just polishing off
my mint mojito.

Thank you.

All right, Laura,
prepare the suite.

It's time to snap a trap.

I'll get the lights.

Hmm.

Hermosa.

Veronica,
what are you doing here?

It's an emboscada,
my darling half-sister.

An ambush.

And they say journalism
is a dying art.

I marked you as soon
as I soon as I saw you
at La Bonne Nuit.

How dare you try
and seduce my dear T.T.

like she's
some backwater fool?

As if Cheryl and Toni
would just expose you

to the Maple Club,
our rum operation?

I have no idea
what you're talking about,
hermana.

The gall you have
coming into town,

trying to ruin our business,
my livelihood.

I bet Daddy
put you up to this,
didn't he?

Do a little recon,
scope out the competition.

Well, I don't know
what he's told you
about his condition--

Everything.

He also told me
you didn't know.

He told you...

and not me?

He trusted you...
and not me?

Can you blame him?

[Veronica cries out]

All right, let's hurry up.

Donna and Joan
are in film studies,

but they could be back
any moment.

I never should have taken
the laptop from Bret.

We'll get it back, Jug.

You take Joan's side,
I'll take Donna's.

"Ready for print."

The Boy In The River?

This is the novel
that I submitted

to win the Baxter Brothers
contract.

-About Jason Blossom?
-Yeah.

DuPont told me
that the Baxter Brotherhood
rejected it

because it wasn't dark
or sociopathic enough.

It's definitely
been re-written.

But this is my book.

-What do you want to do?
-The only thing we can do.

I thought the Brotherhood
didn't want

my Boy In The Rivernovel.

We didn't, and we don't.

Then what the hell is this?

You really think
I wouldn't recognize
my own story

after someone did
a polish on it?

Oh, you really should have had
a lawyer take

a much closer look
at your contract, Mr. Jones.

You see, the Brotherhood owns
everything you submit.

We kept the elements
we liked,

and then,
let another ghost writer
try their hand at it.

Oh, yeah? Who?

[chuckles] Well, actually,
all of your classmates
collaborated on it.

[knocking on door]

Archie, what are
you doing here?

I came to make sure
you're okay.

I'm worried
about you, Veronica.

What are you doing?
Drinking at school,

acting like this
crazy party girl?

You're pushing people
away, Veronica.

Tell me what's
really going on.

He's dying, Archie.

-Who is?
-[tearfully] My dad.

He's been diagnosed
with a debilitating disease,

and I don't know
what to do.

I feel... completely lost.

[Veronica sobbing]

I'm sorry, Veronica.

I know there's not much
that I can say,

but one of the worst parts
about my dad dying

was that I was never able
to say goodbye.

Even in the months before,

I didn't know
what little time we had left.

And I regret not spending
more of it with him.

I don't know
if I can sit by

and watch him waste away
to nothing.

I don't wanna see that.

Veronica, you're
the strongest person
that I know.

And right now, you have to
give some of that strength
to your dad.

-You know better than anyone
how to get him fired up.
-[sniffles]

That's what he needs.

Happy Friday,
you soul-sucking vampires.

Good morning to you, too, mija.

Now, before you crawl back
into your coffins for the day,

I've got a little presentation
I've been working on.

Red Raven's
newest ad campaign.

[Veronica clears throat]

Consumers are now
more interested in quality
than name brands,

which is why we conducted
a blind taste test

in which nine out of ten
test subjects

picked Red Raven rum
over the competitors,

Lodge Rum
and Lodge Spiced Rum.

As we like to say
at Red Raven,
quality always.

And this is only
the first wave.

We'll be running print ads
in the Riverdale Register,

The Greendale Gazette

and the Seaside Sentinel
to start.

Mija,do you really think
you'll get the upper hand
over me?

You're a little
specialty brand.

Oh, haven't you heard?

Cheryl's already
begun renovations

on her family's maple factory.

We'll be producing
300% more maple rum
by the end of the year.

Well, then I only have
one thing left to say.

-Congratulations, mija.
-Hmm.

You have successfully
awoken the dragon.

Prepare to be eaten.

What is wrong with you?
Why would you intentionally
provoke him?

You know how ill he is.

In times like these,
family members should be
supporting each other,

not antagonizing
one another.

Seems to me that Daddy
is doing just fine.

Just one minor ad campaign,

and he's more fired up
than he's been in days.

So, don't for a second
think you understand Daddy
better than me.

If anybody is going
to save Daddy from
this crippling disease,

it's going to be me,
Veronica Lodge.

Now, stand back
and watch, ladies.

You might learn something.

[Betty] I've been thinking
about Mr. Chipping's
tie pin, Jug,

and how Donna had it.

It doesn't add up.

If the affair with Chipping
was just another one of
Donna's fabricated stories,

then how did she get it?

-Let's assume that someone else
took Mr. Chipping's tie pin.
-[grunts]

Someone like Mr. DuPont?

Exactly.

It's possible
he gave it to Donna

to add credibility to her story
about them having an affair.

And then, she would have
the tie pin and the story
of the affair at the ready

in case anyone got
too close to the truth.

That Mr. Chipping was driven
to suicide by Mr. DuPont.

[Betty] It's a theory,
at any rate.

I wanted to clear the air
between us, Donna.

And hopefully resolve
this whole Jughead
witch hunt thing,

just the two of us.

See, I think
that you and Bret,
Joan and Jonathan

are just pawns

being manipulated
by Mr. DuPont,

who, I think,
is the real villain here.

I'm intrigued. Go on.

I don't think
you had an affair
with Chipping.

If I'm right,
and you didn't,

and DuPont somehow put you up
to saying that you did,

I implore you,
come forward.

Don't let yourself be a victim
of his machinations, Donna.

You think you're close
to the truth, don't you?

You and Jughead,
teen detectives.

Are we?

I guess we'll see.

[Bret] Still working
on that book, huh?

Hmm. Well.

I do hope you enjoy
your last night in this room.

You are so smug
it just hurts, Bret.

You know, you don't know
what I'm going to say
at the tribunal,

but I promise you
it's not just going to be
about some short story

I didn't plagiarize, Bret.

It's going to be
about everything
that is going on here.

It's going to be about
Chipping, and Moose,
and Quill and Skull,

and about my novel.

I'm going to let
all these toxic little genies
out of their bottles.

Do you understand me?

No, you're not gonna say
a damn thing.

Do you know how I know?

'Cause as it turns out,

I do have a tape
of you and Ponytail
doing the nasty.

[Betty giggling]

And if you so much as utter
a single j'accuse,

I will release it wide.

You think blackmail
is gonna stop me?

Yes. Because you're
a hopeless romantic.

That tape might not
hurt you, Jones,

but it will destroy Betty.

Something like that
will haunt her

for the rest of her life.

So, what's it gonna be?

You wanna continue
this sad attempt at martyrdom?

Or are you gonna
protect the honor

of your precious girlfriend?

[signing name]

[Archie] Wait.

Something wrong, Arch?

I can't do it.

What the hell?

Well, Vic, my grandpa
started this company,

and my dad kept it going.

It's not gonna be sold
on my watch.

[Francis] Make no mistake,

the stealing
of another student's work
will not be tolerated

at Stonewall Prep.

If the accusation
is found to be true,

the penalty
is immediate expulsion.

But we're going to give you
a choice today,

one that you do not deserve.

Nevertheless, you can either
gracefully, quietly

withdraw from Stonewall Prep,
which will save yourself and us

the embarrassment of a hearing,

or you can stay and fight
the accusation of plagiarism

in a public forum,
where you could win,

but most likely,
you'll lose,

tarnishing Stonewall's name
and destroying your future.

[softly] I'll leave.

What the hell
happened in there, huh?

I thought you were gonna
bring down the temple,

and instead you let them
run roughshod all over you.

What choice did I have?

It's not like you
to walk away from a fight,

a fight you could have won.

You don't know that.

You don't know these people.

This game is fixed.
It's been fixed
from the beginning.

There was no way
I was winning that today.

How's it looking, Mr. Lodge?

Like it's always been there.

Vic let you keep
the sign, huh?

Uh, I didn't end up
selling the company.

I couldn't.

I made Mr. Keller foreman.

He said he'd work
on a reduced salary

until we get a few more
contracts coming in.

Good.

Good.

It was the sex tape,
wasn't it?

Bret threatened to release it
if you didn't back off.

What does it matter, Betty?

To hell with Bret,
to hell with this
entire school.

Couldn't have been
all bad, Forsythe.

Yeah, we hope there aren't
any hard feelings.

There's a party tonight
in the woods behind the school.

-We're celebrating
the Ides of March.
-You should come.

[chuckles]

One last hurrah
before you pack up your things
and are gone forever.

-You're deranged.
-We'll be there.

-What?
-One last hurrah.

Great. And bring
your friends, too.

The more the merrier.

Like hell we're going
to that, Jug.

You trust me, right?

-Of course. Why?
-I have a plan.

But first, I'm going to need
to take care of that leverage

that Bret has over us,
and then I will
tell you everything.

It's all gonna be okay,
I promise.

Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Penny for your thoughts.

Ronnie, I won't be able
to walk with everyone
at graduation.

What?

Mr. Honey told me on Monday.

I have a plan.

Okay.

I'll go to summer school
for my diploma,

take a skip year,

and apply to colleges
for a spring semester.

What do you think?

That sounds like
an outstanding plan, Archie.

[cell phone chimes]

It's Bee.

She's inviting us
to a Stonewall Prep party.

-You wanna go?
-Seriously?

Those people suck.

Right you are, Archiekins,

but when's the last time
all four of us
hung out together?

And we did vow
to have more fun.

Okay.

[club music playing]

[Veronica] Oh, God.

Looks like
A Midsummer Night's Dream

had a baby with Euphoria.

Gotta hand it to these jerks,
they know how to throw a party.

You guys seen Jughead?

I said we'd meet up with him
once we got here.

I'm gonna do a lap, okay?
See if I can find him.

-Here.
-Thanks.

Wanna move closer
to the fire?

I have a way more fun idea
of how you could keep me warm.

When's the last time
we made it in the woods?

Let's go.

Friends, Romans, countrymen,
lend me your beers. [laughs]

Oh, thou bleeding piece
of earth.

What have we got here?

I knew you and Ponytail were
into, um, some weird kinks,

but, uh... [laughs]

I mean, what is this,
Freaky Friday?

Gentlemen,
would you excuse us?

Uh, the bunny and I have
some unfinished business.

You wanna settle this?
All right.

But not here.

Follow me.

[Betty] Donna.

Oh, good, you made it.

Yeah, I know Jughead didn't
speak up at his tribunal

because Bret's
blackmailing him.

But I do not care
what you do to me.

So, what, you have a tape
of me and Jughead?

I am the daughter
of the Black Hood.

And it's gonna take
a lot more than that

to get me and Jughead
off your case.

I promise you,
we are going to find out

and expose
all of your dirty secrets,

up to and including
Chipping's murder.

Do you have anything
to say about that?

Actually, I do.

You see, I've been doing
a little investigating
of my own

and I found out
some fascinating things
about you, Betty.

I even took a field trip
to Shankshaw Prison

to see your old friend
Evelyn Evernever.

And you know
what Evelyn told me?

The magic word.

Oh, you mean "tangerine"
repeated three times?

Yeah, no, you're a little late
to that party, Donna.

Tangerine doesn't work
on me anymore.

No, she told me
the other magic word.

The one that makes you fugue,

and hurt the people
who you love.

You wanna hear it?

Okay.

Okay.

Hey, have you guys seen
Betty and Jughead?

I think
they went that way,

into the clearing
behind those trees.

Thanks.

Oh, my God, Betty,
what happened?

Jug? Is he breathing?

[Jughead] Started out
like any other week.

There's no pulse.

[Jughead] Who would've guessed
that by Friday night...

He's dead.

What did you do, Betty?