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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?

Iwill 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 Papiall 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.

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.

[exhales] 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]

[phone chimes]

[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.