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[TELEPHONE RINGING]

I'll get it.

Hello?

This is she.

I understand.

Thank you.

[ALICE] Honey, what's wrong?

What was that call about?

It was...

That was Yale. The admissions office.

And what did they say?

They were telling me about...

a spot that recently opened
in their class of 2024.

And after a second
review of my application,

they wanted me to fill it.

The implication being...

that was Jughead's spot.

Yeah. They didn't say that, but...

And how did that make you feel?

Mom, do we...

It was a night like any other

when Forsythe Pendleton Jones
III, or "Jughead," affectionately,

went to a school party in the woods.

But unlike his peers,
Jughead never came home.

A few days later, his body was
discovered at the bottom of a ravine.

The mysterious circumstances
around his death

are the subject of this documentary.

I'm Alice Smith,

and this is Murder in a Small Town.

As the oldest resident of
our town, tell us, Nana Rose,

when did the darkness begin
to take hold of Riverdale?

Riverdale was a town born in blood...

and it has bathed in it ever since.

Thank you.

[CHERYL SIGHS]

Sweet cousin, I am so, so sorry.

It looks like the Blossom family
curse has finally caught up to you.

And that I now have a rival
as teen queen of tragedy.

Lucky me.

Promise me you won't do it.

Do what?

Take your own life.

We all know you and Jughead were
Riverdale High's Hamlet and Ophelia.

And I personally know what it's
like to lose your other half.

The despairing thoughts
can flood without warning.

Don't let them drown you.

I promise I won't.

Nevertheless...

from now on, Betty Cooper,
you're under suicide watch.

Consider me your constant shadow.

No.

Please, no.

Uh, no. My mom is already being
clingy enough with her documentary.

I really...

I just can't have anyone else
invading my personal space right now.

What's first on today's agenda?

I will be going to Stonewall Prep

to gather the rest of
Jughead's belongings.

My convertible is right out front.

I'll drive you.

[BETTY SIGHS]

Fine, just... You're staying in the car.

[SIGHS]

Save your tears.

No one's watching.

Bret.

You got your wish, Ponytail.

Forsythe isn't going to Yale.

So I guess it'll just be
you and me in New Haven.

[EXHALES]

Ow, ow! Wait, Archie. You're on my hair.

- You're on my hair.
- I'm sorry.

That's okay.

[EXHALES]

- I'm fine.
- [EXHALES]

Not trying to overanalyze this...

rendezvous interruptus, but...

Are you thinking about
what I'm thinking about?

You mean, Betty's whole

kick-the-hornet's-nest
plan against the Stonies?

Yeah.

Hermosa. Ever heard of knocking?

You're gonna be late for school.

Though I do understand how
you can get lost in those abs.

I don't think we've met.

That's quite intentional.

Hermosa, kindly tell me what you
really want, or get out of my room.

After you announced you were
possibly deferring Barnard,

I called them.

Well, Hermione Lodge called them.

You're under investigation.

Hmm. God, I wonder what that's about.

Oh, I cannot wait to find out
and tell Papi all about it.

Now, rise and shine.

The espresso's getting cold.

[ALICE] Sheriff Jones,

can you tell us where you
are in the investigation?

Uh, yeah. [CLEARS THROAT]

Uh...

A couple of nights ago, a body
was found in the woods in a ravine.

It was positively ID'd as my son.

Dr. Curdle Jr. completed his
autopsy and declared the...

The cause of death, as blunt
force trauma to the head.

We also got a call a couple of days ago

from a hiker who found a
bloody rock in the woods,

near where Jughead was discovered.

It was bagged for evidence,

and sent to a lab for testing,
so we'll know more soon.

So, you suspect foul play?

Nothing's off the table.

And earlier, did I hear
that you have a new lead?

Yeah, just waiting on a
warrant so I can act on it.

Bret, what the hell?

His dad is in your room.

You can't be in here.

Your headmaster and this
warrant say otherwise.

My office got an anonymous tip

that you have something
personal that belonged to my son.

Look, I assure you I have
nothing that belonged to Jughead.

What about this tie pin?

It's his.

Isn't it?

When Forsythe was expelled, he
threw his tie pin in our faces.

- I guess I forgot I had it.
- You guess?

That's weak sauce, kid.

- Look, I'm sorry.
- Sorry?

About what?

Sorry we didn't come forward,
but we... We were afraid.

You're gonna have to be a
lot more specific than that.

We were afraid of her.

We were afraid she'd do to
us what she did to Forsythe.

- Who?
- Betty, of course.

[BREATH TREMBLING]

[SNIFFLES]

The night of the party,

Bret and I decided to sneak into
the woods to do what teenagers do.

Until we saw Betty...

holding a rock, standing over Jughead.

And then we saw that she wasn't alone.

She was with those friends of hers.

Veronica and...

Archie, I think?

Is there anyone who
can back up this story?

Bret can.

He was with me.

He was with me the whole time.

Archie Andrews, Betty
Cooper, and Veronica Lodge,

you're under arrest for the cold-blooded

murder of my son, Jughead Jones.

This was their move, the Stonies.

We knew that they would do this.

I hope you're right, Betty.

Everything's fine, okay?

This is good. This is where
they start tripping up, okay?

This will work. It has to.

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Oh, my family's been
serving up milkshakes

to the residents of
Riverdale for generations now.

It's in my blood. I love this town.

[ALICE] Which must make it particularly

hard when terrible things happen here,

year after year.

I'm not gonna lie. It's painful...

to see this vibrant place, my home,

suffer so much bloodshed and violence.

[DOOR BUZZES, LOCKS]

[CLANGS]

[FP] You three sit tight.

I'll be bringing you in for
questioning one at a time,

and then we're finally
gonna get to the bottom

of what happened that night.

You understand me?

The interrogations came next.

And although I wasn't allowed
inside the room with the suspects,

a source in the Sheriff's office

promised me exclusive access.

[FP] When was the last time you saw him?

I don't remember exactly.

Stonewall students say you
saw him laying on the ground,

bleeding from the head.
Does that jog your memory?

That's enough, FP.

My daughter had and has
nothing to do with this mess.

Did you speak to Jughead at
all the night of the party?

You don't have to answer that, Archie.

[SLAMS TABLE] You've said the same thing

to the last 20 questions
I've asked, Mary.

Now, I appreciate your need to
protect your boy, but I need answers.

He's gotta give me something.

Legally, he does not.

And as his lawyer, I
am required to make sure

that my client is aware of his rights.

We don't have long.

FP said he could only give me
a few moments with you alone

with the security cameras off.

Betty, honey, I know you did it.

What... Mom, seriously?

Well, not on purpose. Not premeditated.

But...

[SIGHS]

I know what it's like to be
driven by rage and desire,

and sometimes things
can just get out of hand.

I told you, I didn't do
it. It was the Stonies.

Betty, FP has the proof.

And...

To be honest, I was
expecting something like this.

But I can't help you unless
you tell me the truth.

- [DOOR OPENS]
- [BETTY] Mom...

[ALICE CLEARS THROAT]

Forensics on the rock came back.

Oh, no.

And?

Turns out it wasn't blood.

It's run-of-the-mill corn syrup.

Theatrical stuff they
use to make fake blood.

Okay. So what does that mean?

Betty,

you and your friends are free to go.

- Put down the controller.
- [TV TURNS OFF]

Hey!

Bret, we've got a problem.

Betty and her friends
were released from jail,

and the rock tested negative for blood.

That's, um...

That's unexpected.

Considering we watched Jonathan
smear Jughead's blood on said rock,

I'd say it's impossible.

Which means, either
Betty somehow interfered

and switched out the
bloody rock with a fake one,

or Jughead's Sheriff daddy is lying.

- What's your instinct?
- I don't know. I have to think.

Something about all this...

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

[DONNA] I figured it out, Betty.

It's 3:00 a.m., Donna.

What the hell do you want?

You got too confident.

Overplayed your hand.

That rock found by that hiker
wasn't smeared with synthetic blood.

It was real.

Which must mean you're
working with Jughead's dad,

which made me wonder...

why would a sheriff,

a father,

help the girl who killed his son?

He wouldn't.

Unless, of course,
Jughead isn't dead at all.

You saw his body, Donna.

You and Bret burst into the morgue.

I saw a body.

I never looked into
Forsythe's cold, dead eyes.

I didn't even see his face.

Are you seriously suggesting that
I made Jughead pretend to be dead?

It's what I would've done.

In fact, I would've done everything
to make the lie seem real,

to buy myself more time,
to outwit my enemies.

So now you're keeping
Jughead tucked away

while you desperately search for proof

that would tie us to attempted
murder. You're vamping.

You won't beat us, Betty.

I'm going to implode your little scheme

and lead this investigation
right to your doorstep.

There's no way out of this for you.

- Morning, sweetheart.
- Morning.

- [SIGHS]
- Mr. Jones,

I know it might be weird,

but I think the time is
right to host a funeral.

We could have a public wake.

Here, in Jughead's home.

It might help everyone who knew him,

just to bring some semblance of closure.

If you wanna organize something, Betty,

that'd be all right with me.

[HERMOSA] Well, well,
if it isn't the jailbird.

I'm innocent of all charges,
and was released within hours.

I've never killed anyone, Hermosa.

Maybe not.

But sometimes it's better
to be safe than sorry.

Isn't that your alias?

[SCOFFS]

Oh, I bet you would love
to run me out of town,

get me out of the way so
you can finally swoop in

and take control of the family business.

Well, tough...

luck.

Hey, guys, it's time for group
training. Where is everyone?

They're, um, not coming.

Why? What's going on?

Everyone's saying
that you're a murderer.

That you killed that Jones guy.

Toby, I swear to you, I would
never hurt my best friend.

I did not kill Jughead. I
didn't kill anyone, okay?

I'm one of the good guys.

If you say so.

We'll see you later, Archie.

[ALICE] So, tell me about your
friend, the late Jughead Jones.

[CHUCKLES] We were really
similar in a lot of ways.

We actually spent one night together.

And, um...

it was a moment that
cemented our friendship.

What?

I'm not threatened by what
was surely one loveless tryst.

[ALICE] And, Cheryl, what are
your feelings on the subject?

I'm sorry I called Jughead
a hobo that one time.

[ALICE] Is... Is that it?

[CHERYL EXHALES]

I'm really sorry I called
Jughead a hobo that one time.

[PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[DOOR OPENS]

You got a lot of nerve coming here.

Sweet Pea, it's okay.

Mr. Jones said that they could come in.

[DONNA] Closed casket.

Call me a doubting Thomas,

but that seems like a suspect
choice with such a handsome cadaver.

Classy as ever, Donna.

The funeral home didn't even
want us to have the casket here,

but it's Serpent tradition.

And if you make a scene,
I will throw your ass out.

I want to thank you for coming today.

I know you all...

loved my son.

Things weren't always easy for us.

But my boy was...

always resilient...

and loyal...

and loving.

And, uh... [BREATH TREMBLES]

[BETTY EXHALES HEAVILY]

I'll go.

[EXHALES]

As many of you know,

Jughead was a fan of crime fiction.

Detective stories.

So, to honor him, I'd
like to read a passage

from one of his favorite
Sherlock Holmes short stories.

The Final Problem.

"An examination by
experts leaves little doubt

that a personal contest
between Holmes and Moriarty

ended in their reeling over,

locked in each other's arms.

Any attempt at recovering the
bodies was absolutely hopeless.

And there, deep down in that
dreadful cauldron of swirling water

and seething foam,

will lie...

Will lie, for all time,
the most dangerous criminal

and the foremost champion

of the law of their generation."

[CLEARS THROAT] Mr. Mayor.

FP.

Look...

this is a difficult time.

And this case, it's just, uh...

It's too personal for you.
It's too painful.

So why don't you take a leave
of absence from being sheriff?

[SCOFFS]

You came to my son's funeral to fire me?

Of course not.

Go to hell, Hiram.

I quit.

You must really miss your brother.

When was the last time you saw him?

He isn't really dead, is he?

Donna, are you serious?

This is Jughead's little
sister and you're accosting her?

Oh, come on, Betty. You and I
both know that this is all an act.

Bitch, I'm done with you. Let's go.

Do it. Bret, do it!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

She told me to. You heard her.

You preppies don't know when to quit.

Okay, calm down, guys.
He's not worth it.

He was leaving, anyways.

Donna, control your little pet, okay?

He seems to have lost his cool.

I don't know what kind of second-rate

detective this former Sheriff Jones is,

but I took it upon myself
to do a little investigating,

and guess what I discovered.

Please.

Enlighten me.

You, Betty, and Archie
all told your parents

drastically different versions of what

happened the night of Jughead's death.

How did you find out about that?

I simply ingratiated myself
to the right people, of course.

Mrs. Andrews, I'm
Veronica's sister, Hermosa.

What can I do for you?

I was hoping I could ask your legal help

in drawing up some contracts for
one of my clubs down in Miami.

I could pay up front.

Come on in.

[HERMOSA] Ms. Smith.

I wanted to offer you and Mr.
Jones my deepest condolences.

Thank you.

- Uh, may I come in?
- Of course.

I knew I was on to something.

Now, I want the truth.

Or what, my dear sister?

Or I sit Papi, Mrs.
Andrews, and Alice Smith

down at the same table
so they can compare notes.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Hey.

So, is it true?

Is what true?

That Jughead, you know, is alive.

What?

Kevin, that's insane,
not to mention cruel.

I'm sorry, it's just...

It's what people are saying.

Who? What people?

Seriously, tell me, who is
saying that Jughead is alive?

Everyone.

But I first heard it from that
Stonewall Prep girl at the funeral.

[SIGHS] Do you mean Donna Sweett?

Yes, that was her name.

She was talking about how it
was all some elaborate ruse.

[ALICE] Why do you think these
stories about Jughead faking his death

are gaining so much traction?

I think because we just
wanna believe that it's true.

You know, now that I think of
it, I remember freshman year,

we were assigned The Adventures
of Tom Sawyer to read.

I barely knew Jughead at the time,
but he was obsessed with that book.

Specifically, the chapter in
which Tom fakes his own death

to see how the people of his
hometown would react to his passing.

[INHALES DEEPLY]

I remember him in class
saying, "Imagine that.

Imagine being able to
attend your own funeral."

[ALICE] Reggie, what do
you make of the rumors

that Jughead Jones is somehow alive?

I'm angered by them, Mrs. S.

It pisses me off.

Yeah, of course.

Because you deeply miss your friend.

What?

No.

I'm mad because that weirdo beat me

by pulling off the most epic
senior prank of all time.

Faking your own death?

That's legendary.

It'll never be forgotten.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

- Hey.
- [BETTY] Hi.

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

[SNIFFLES] 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.

God, I just don't know why everyone at

school is saying that he's still alive.

He isn't.

These crazy rumors are just
making it so much more painful.

- [SIGHS]
- [ARCHIE] Betty, you okay?

You wanna talk about it?

I can't do this, Arch.

I feel so alone.

You're not.

Betty, I promise I
know how hard this is.

I just wanna feel...

good, even for just a few moments.

I'm here for you, Betty.

I always have been.

Yeah, you have, haven't you?

Oh, grief, you wicked,
heartless aphrodisiac.

Destroyer of endgames and worlds.

Why, oh, why am I always the one
to catch these two kissing cads?

[MULTIPLE PHONES CHIMING]

Andrews and Cooper.

What?

Cheryl.

Is everything okay? Did
something happen with Toni?

Veronica,

I had a text drafted
and ready to send to you,

but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

You deserve to be told in person.

What are you talking about?

Take a moment.

Prepare yourself for devastation.

Cheryl, come on, we're Maple partners.

Just please tell me what's going on.

Son of a bi...

Betty? Really, Archie?
Of all people, Betty?

How could you do this to me?

Ronnie, what? I don't...

Don't play innocent
with me, Archie Andrews.

Kissing my best friend
in the music room,

where you and I had our fun?

Why should I be surprised? That's
your special place, isn't it?

That's where you take all your women.

Me, Josie, Ms. Grundy, and now Betty.

And shame on you

for taking advantage of our
friend when she is grieving...

and at her most vulnerable.

Bee, I need you to
know, I do not blame you.

It's my fault. I'm
the one who started it.

I kissed Archie. I'm so sorry.

"Sorry"?

You're sorry?

You scheming, two-faced
bitch, Betty Cooper.

You know what? You
two deserve each other.

So burn in hell, the both of you.

That's right. You tell 'em, girl.

[ALICE] So why do you think people
are so ready to accept the fact

that Archie and Betty are dating?

I think there were a lot of
closeted Barchie stans out there

who have been waiting for this moment.

We just hope that it's true.

Sounds like you're one of these stans.

Oh, no, don't get me wrong.

I support Betty in whoever she likes.

There's a lot of people who don't
think Bughead should've happened.

It was always supposed
to be Betty and Archie.

It was like it was their destiny.

I see.

And what about this rumor
that Jughead is still alive?

If Betty and Archie being
together proves anything,

it's that Jughead is definitely dead.

I know your daughter pretty well.

Not even she's crazy
enough to date Archie

if Jughead were still around.

[ZIPPER CLOSING]

Hi, Betty.

Here all alone?

Why?

Are you here to kill me?

Just so you know,

you may have this town, your school,

and all your friends fooled, but not me.

You're either building a case
against me and my classmates,

or trying to exonerate yourself.

And Jughead is alive and
helping you behind the scenes.

I just don't know where
you're hiding him...

yet.

Donna.

We can't keep having the same
conversation over and over again, okay?

You're obsessed. Seriously,
it is not healthy.

It's fine. I didn't
expect you to just tell me.

But I know he's close by.

Somewhere you two can be alone.

Know how I know?

Because I saw that sex tape of yours,

and, yowza!

Based on the contents,
you can't go two hours,

let alone two days, without it.

You are an actual monster.

And you are a nymphomaniac who's going

to trip up sooner rather than later.

And I'll be there to watch you fall.

[ALICE] And that's when you believe
Donna started following you?

She had fixated on me.

She was convinced that
I was sneaking around.

Which was true. I...

had been visiting Dilton's bunker.

It became a nightly ritual.

First, stop at Pop's for dinner.

Then I'd head to the woods alone.

Gotcha!

[BETTY] What the hell? Oh, my God.

Donna?

Get out of here, you pervert.

[ALICE] And how long have you been
meeting with Archie in the bunker?

It kind of just started up after...

It's nothing to be
ashamed of, Elizabeth.

I promise you'll feel better
once you tell the truth.

In that case...

Before you hear it
from someone else, Mom,

I need to tell you something.

Off the record.

Okay, honey.

Well, as it turns out,

this is not simply a story
about a murder in a small town.

No.

It's a story about friendship...

and conspiracy.

And what happens when those two things

dovetail into a highly
sophisticated cover-up.

So, our little gambit worked.

Between the look I saw on
Donna's face in the bunker

and your performance
in the student lounge...

[CHUCKLES] You can thank Helen
Mirren's Masterclass for that.

Though, I just have to ask.

When you were pretending
to be with Betty...

you didn't feel anything, did you?

Ronnie.

When will you learn?

You are,

now and forever,

the only girl for me.

[BETTY] Even by our standards,
this was a pretty crazy week.

Well, pretending to
be dead is one thing,

but hiding under a cot in
this sex bunker of death

while you make out with Archie

just to convince a bunch of
evil preppies that I did die...

Yeah, definitely cracks
the top ten craziest things.

But it worked.

And now Donna will
start doubting herself.

This whole thing is
a game of confidence,

and what happens when
you don't have confidence?

Mistakes are made.

And bonus, you'll have
all this uninterrupted time

to figure out how the pieces
of the mystery fit together.

And an additional bonus

is that they won't come to try
and finish my botched braining.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, I never thought I'd say it,

but God bless that beanie for cushioning

the blow, even just a little bit.

Speaking of that...

Close your eyes and hold out your hand.

Open.

Betty, when did you
have time to do this?

[CHUCKLES] We all manage
our stress in different ways.

My mom had her documentary...

I taught myself how to knit.

Are you sure telling
your mom was a good idea?

Well, considering Charles,
your dad, Jellybean,

Dr. Curdle Jr., and Mrs.
Andrews are all in on it...

Yeah, it felt like the
prudent thing to do.

Yeah, that's fair enough.

When you kissed Archie, none of those
old feelings came back, did they?

Jughead.

No.

Of course not, okay? Don't be silly.

You know you're the only man for me.

And our scheming can take one
night off, don't you think?

[ALICE] So I understand you
made quite the public spectacle

over the Archie and Betty romance.

Um, I think you mean, I
gave an amazing performance.

But weren't you afraid that something

might actually spark between them?

I trust Archie.

And I trust Betty.

To be honest, the thought
never even crossed my mind.

[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]

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[ALICE] The question still remains.

Why did you go to such extraordinary
lengths to convince the preppies

and pretty much the
whole town of Riverdale

that Jughead was dead?

Because they were trying
to pin the murder on me.

And because if they knew
Jughead was still alive,

they would circle the
wagons and lock down tight.

And we were and still are locked
in a battle of psychological warfare

with the Stonies.

The only way that we
would be able to pin

the attempted murder
of Jughead on them...

is if we forced the Stonies to crack.

[ALICE] You seem quite
confident that they will.

No, I can't be certain, but...

After the last few days,

I have a feeling they'll be
fracturing any minute now.

Stop what you're doing, Bret.

I have proof that Jughead's alive.

Whoa, Donna. Slow down.
How can you be so sure?

I tailed Betty to an apocalyptic bunker,

where she sloppily swapped saliva
with that carrot-top Neanderthal.

It was all a charade.

They had takeout from Pop's,

that little diner that
Jones was obsessed with.

And what, there was an extra burger?

Archie's built like a superhero.

I'm sure he could wolf half a dozen...

Forget about the burger!

There was not one, not two,

but three milkshakes in evidence.

I am certain that Jones must have
heard me sneaking down the ladder

and he hid so as not to get caught.

Donna, look.

Maybe, um...

you should let sleeping dogs lie.

Take the win.

Forsythe's dead. We killed him.

Ponytail's obviously moved on.

It's time you do the same.

Don't you ever tell me what to do.

In case you've forgotten, I'm
the brains of this operation.

We still have a job to finish,

and a meddling girlfriend to pin it on.

Yes, sir.

And if you ever undermine me again,

you will go the way of
Jonathan, may he rest in peace.

And that's a fact.

[DOOR OPENS]

[VERONICA] Well, well, well.

If it isn't the girl who cried Papi.

I did a little digging
like you asked me to.

And?

You are lucky I am such a good PI,

because you'll never
believe what I found out.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

[VERONICA] As it turns out, my darling

half-sister is actually
good for something.

At my behest,

Hermosa put her private-eye
skills to good use

and did some digging on
those Stonewall WASPs.

And your gal pal Donna is not so sweet.

Everybody, brace yourselves,

because Donna Sweett is actually...

Oh, my God.

Of course.

If this is true, this
is our smoking gun.

This is the final piece of
the puzzle that we needed.

I think I know how to take down
these Stonies once and for all.

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