All language subtitles for Riverdale s04e16_English

[Jughead] The weirdest thing
about pretending to be dead
is that after a while,

you actually start feeling
like you're dead.

As in, "dead
as a doornail" dead.

[microwave beeps]

For starters,
I was underground,
as if in a tomb.

Granted, I was hiding out
in Dilton's doomsday bunker

and not in a coffin, but still.

Two weeks, no sunlight,

with no sense of time
or its passing?

It's gotta be what
limbo feels like, right?

Other similarities
to being dead.

Not one, but two obituaries
about me ran.

A rather perfunctory one
inThe Riverdale Register.

A second, more irreverent one
in theBlue and Gold.

I liked that one.

I had a funeral. Well, a wake.

I watched it on my laptop.

Live-streamed from a camera
Betty had set up
in the living room.

Betty and I suspected that
the Stonies would show up,

and, sure enough, they did.

We wanted to study them

to see if anything they did
was suspicious.

Not that there was any doubt in our mind about their guilt.

The Preppies had stone-cold
murdered me

and were trying
to pin it on Betty.

We just couldn't prove it.

Not yet.

Meanwhile...

The hardest part
of playing dead was letting
everyone believe

I was in
the semi-sweet hereafter.

Our family, our friends.

The lies we had to tell.

The things we had to do
to sell that illusion.

Like pretending that my bereft girlfriend had found comfort

in the strong, steely arms
of my best bud.

Which turned out to be
the greatest misdirect
of them all.

Of course, we needed to let
some people know the truth.

Except in one case.

My kid sister Jellybean?

Didn't have to be told.

Oh, you found the fake blood.
Thanks, Jellybean.

Do you need it for Jughead?

What? What do you...
What do you mean?

Do you need it
to help my brother?

Jellybean, do you know
where Jughead is?

I heard you whispering
on the phone
to Charles last night.

The walls are super thin.

You don't have to tell me
where he is,

just that he's okay.

Is he? Okay?

Can you keep a secret?

[knocking on door]

[Jughead] We brought my dad
into it pretty quick too.

Betty.

I, uh...

I gave that bloody rock
to Charles,

he said the FBI is gonna
have it tested.

And when they do,
they will tell you
that it's covered

in fake blood that you can buy
at a drugstore.

[scoffs] The hell are you
talking about?

I don't want you
to worry anymore.

Mr. Jones, I'm really sorry
that you've been worrying.

Jughead's fine.

He's... Okay, he's not fine,
but he's okay.

Hold on, you know
where Jughead is?

-Yes.
-[sighs heavily]

I will tell you
everything, okay?

But we really, really
need your help, please.

I'm afraid to ask,
but what kind of help?

For starters,

a search party.

[Jughead] Archie went rogue
and told his mom too.

Mom, I have to confess
something to you.

[Jughead] And then there was
Veronica's sister, Hermosa,

who was sniffing around,
looking for bones.

All right.
What do you wanna know?

Let me ask you straight up,
hermanita.

Did you help Betty
kill her boyfriend?

What? No, why would I do that?

Because that's the kind
of thing that
secret girlfriends do.

They kill each other's
boyfriends so they
can be together.

[scoffs] Okay, I don't know
what kind of crypto-lesbian

pulp fiction you're conjuring,
Hermosa, but Betty and I
are just friends.

Well, then, what did happen
to that dead Torombolo?

Either you can tell me
or I'll just keep digging.

-Don't forget, I'm a licensed--
-Private investigator, right.

Not sure why I didn't think
of this before...

but maybe you could help us
with something.

Me, Betty, and Archie.

How much do you charge,
Hermosa?

And is there a discount
for family members?

[Jughead] In the months
that followed,
people will ask us,

"Did we need to do it?"

Go to such extreme lengths?

Maybe, maybe not.

But this I did know...

If I was going to recover
without the Preppies trying
to kill me again

and figure out how to solve
my own murder,

I needed the illusion to be
perfect to buy myself time.

So while above me,
a world without Jughead

continued spinning forward,

I pored over every scrap
of evidence we'd gathered,

went over every detail
of my time at Stonewall Prep,

looking for hidden patterns,
hints and clues.

But this was a different kind
of mystery than the ones
we'd tackled before.

This wasn't a "whodunnit."

This was a "whydunnit."

More psychological.

I needed to get under
my suspects' skin,
inside their heads.

I had to let my intuition
take over

to draw these
disparate strands together.

The missing Stonewall Four.
The "accidental deaths"
of DuPont's classmates.

My attempted murder.
How were they all connected?

A key piece of information
came from Hermosa.

Which was that Donna...

Jug?

Jug?

Are you okay?

Yeah, sorry, I was just
going over everything
one more time.

-What's up, did they find him?
-Yeah, yes. We did.

-Well, I mean, Charles
and FP did.
-And did he agree?

Completely.

He's showering
as we speak.

-So are we doing this or what?
-Oh, yeah.

We are gonna blow
Stonewall Prep out
of the water.

[Betty chuckles]

Crime and Punishment.

A novel of murder
and its psychological toll.

The floor is open.

Any thoughts regarding
Dostoevsky's take on morality?

Hey, guys.

Well, what, did you
even miss me?

You gotta be kidding me.

Mr. Jones.

I... I don't understand.
We all thought--

That I was dead? Well...

Yeah, actually for a minute
there, I did too.

Yeah.

Hey, what's that oft-used
Mark Twain quote?

"Rumors of my death have been
greatly exaggerated."

What is happening right now?

It is called "getting
your comeuppance," Joan.

You guys are reading
Crime and Punishment,huh?

How apropos.

You know, the one kind of crime
story that we never really
touched upon in this seminar

was the time-tested genre
of a locked room mystery.

Where all the suspects
are sequestered in a room.

One or more of them
could be the killer,

but the door is not unlocked
until the identity is revealed.

Betty, could you do the honor?

The next bell doesn't ring
for half an hour.

So for the next 30 minutes,
your asses belong to us.

I knew you weren't really dead.

Good job, Donna.

And yet since you failed
to prove it or find Jughead,

we had time to figure out
all the twists and turns
of this murder-mystery

that we've all been living
for the past few months.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

[laughs] Don't worry 'cause
I'm gonna take you through it,
step by step.

No, this is ridiculous.
Mr. DuPont,
I'm calling security.

Shut the hell up, Bret.
Like I said,
for the next 30 minutes,

we're in charge.
So, give me your cellphones.

-Why the hell--
-Joan, just do what she says.

We have nothing to hide.

I'd get comfortable
if I were you guys

'cause I'm going to
take you through it
from the very beginning.

Starting with that
very curious fact that both
Moose Mason and myself

were invited to Stonewall Prep
during our senior year.

Jughead?

Moose! [gasps]

What the hell?

It's good to see you.

Was it like that
when you met my grandfather,
Forsythe the First?

He was asked to study
at Stonewall too.

You were roommates with him,
weren't you, Mr. DuPont?

Yes.

And you're very much
like him, Mr. Jones.

Your grandfather was
an arrogant fool too.

Why do you say that, huh?

Because he had the gall
to consider himself worthy
of your little inner circle?

The first iteration of
Stonewall's Literary Society.

What exactly is this proving,
Mr. Jones?

That this is not a story
about a murder.

This is a story
about grandparents
and their grandchildren.

Of the sins from one generation
being passed on to the next.

Cycles of violence.

Which brings me neatly
to my next point.

Halloween.

When I was drugged
by you psychos.

I think I...

I think I need some air.

-[Jughead exhales heavily]
-No.

You need to lie down.

[sighs]

Say hello to
the Stonewall Four for us.

[Jughead] Only to wake up
in a coffin and be let out
a day later.

[box creaks]

[gasps]
To return to my dorm.

Moose, you are not
going to believe what Bret...

And find that Moose
had vanished.

So naturally, I assumed
he went out the same way
as the Stonewall Four,

that group of students
that mysteriously vanished

while attending Stonewall Prep
over a few decades.

Oh, here we go again.

Now, Moose's fate
was more banal.
He joined the Army.

But there's a twist!
Mr. Chipping was the one
who encouraged Moose to enlist.

But it was more like
forced him to.

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.

So, what was the connection
between Moose and Chipping that
would make him take his advice?

He recruited me.
To play football.

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

Chipping had recruited Moose
the same way he had Jughead

and then ran him out
of Stonewall Prep.

Meaning what, exactly?

Meaning Chipping knew Moose
was going to get murdered

and was trying to save
his life.

And I would remember
that next point.
It's gonna be on the qu--

-Oh, Mr. J--
-Shut up!

Mr. DuPont, as they say
in Lord of the Flies,

I have the conch.

Now, after Halloween
is when things got
really interesting.

See, that's when you announced
the writing competition.

Chipping has written the last
four Baxter Brothers books.

It's time he pass on
the torch.

And someone in this very room
is going to be anointed
the next ghostwriter.

You had already taken a shine
to me, Mr. DuPont.

You were asking about
my father and my grandfather.

Your grandfather
was an excellent writer.

Tell me, how's he doing?

Does he still write?

So imagine my surprise...

when I found out
that my good-for-nothing
drop-out grandfather

had actually written
the original
Baxter Brothers novel.

Which a young Francis DuPont
would then steal from him.

It was a 100% legal
transaction. A sale.

[scoffs] It's highway robbery.

A measly five grand
for an idea that generated
millions of dollars.

You exploited Forsythe,
Mr. DuPont.

You took advantage of a kid
from the wrong side
of the tracks.

And if that secret
ever came out,

can you imagine
the damage that would do

to the very valuable
Baxter Brothers brand?

[exhales] Hell.

Someone might kill
to keep that secret.

Which is exactly
what we thought happened
with Mr. Chipping.

I told Chipping
about my gramps.

And then he talked
to you, Mr. DuPont.

And the next day, well...

I think we all remember
his dive out the window.

I thought you had
urged him to do it.

I thought you had
some leverage over Chipping.

I mean, you guys were
all part of the same secret
society, Quill and Skull.

But it was actually you guys.

It was your blank expressions

as you watched him jump.

Call an ambulance!

I just couldn't shake it.

That's when I knew
there was a deeper game afoot.

No, Chipping suicided
'cause he was messing
around with Donna,

she ended it,
and he short-circuited.

Except...

they never really had
a physical relationship.

Isn't that right, Donna?

We had an affair
and it got out of hand.

Mmm-hmm.

Yes, an affair
that went down exactly

like the affair that you had
with Mr. Kotter.

-Uh...
-Except,
I looked into it and...

turns out there is
no Mr. Kotter.

-Rupert, Rupert had demons.
-Oh, he did.

Mrs. Chipping filled us in
on all of those.

Yeah, she said that
he had been drinking more.

And having trouble sleeping.

...complaining about
the Baxter Brothersbooks.

Wishing he'd never
gotten the contract.

So then, we started
to ask ourselves,

what would turn
the opportunity of a lifetime,

winning the Baxter Brothers
contract, into a burden?

An albatross? Any ideas?

Your ghostwriter challenge
was to devise
the perfect murder.

What if the real challenge,

the real price that someone
had to pay was to commit
the perfect murder?

In order to prove that
you could write it,
first you had to do it.

I mean, it kind of
makes a twisted,
pathological sense, no?

And that's what was tormenting
Mr. Chipping.

The guilt of what he had done,

the blood that he had shed,
in order to win the contract.

Mr. Chipping invited Moose
to Stonewall Prep
to be the next victim.

To be killed by the next
ghostwriter. One of you.

And Moose was
the perfect candidate.

I mean, he was a messed-up kid,
he had no family,

he couldn't handle
the stresses of life.

After my dad was arrested
for impersonating
the Gargoyle King,

it, uh, kinda blew up my life,
my family, everything.

I even ended up in a facility
for a couple of months.

Chipping ran Moose out of town.

You said it yourself.

Good, you remember.

Okay, we think Chipping
couldn't go through with it.

And-or, maybe he just wanted
to atone for what he had done.

I mean, whatever the reason.

He ran Moose the hell away
from Stonewall Prep

and then killed himself,
it was his only escape.

Pure demented conjecture.

Well, yes and no.
Chipping's behavior is
hypothesis, but if proven,

it shows a pattern of how
the previous ghostwriters
won their contract.

Same year, same month
as Chipping was awarded
his contract,

a Stonewall student
disappeared.

One of the so-called
Stonewall Four.

We believe this student
was murdered by Mr. Chipping.

Ryan Allan,
the previous ghostwriter,

who took up the mantle
the same month

another one of the Stonewall Four disappeared.

The sequence holds true
for every ghostwriter
who preceded them.

It's... It's actually
incredibly simple.

Which brings us to a couple
months ago, when I was
awarded the contract.

But why?

To put a target on my back.

Probably because I was already
circling the truth,

so he gave you guys
a new challenge.

To commit the perfect murder,
against me,

and be awarded the contract.

[Betty] So, the million
dollar question is...

who was going to kill Jughead?
And how?

So, which one of you
heartless bastards killed me?

It was actually Mr. DuPont
that gave me a clue.

When I asked who had re-written
my Baxter Brothers novel,

you told me they all
had a crack at it.

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

And that suggested to me
that each one of you
had a hand in my murder.

-Oh, this should be good.
-Donna, you kept Betty busy.

Oh, good, you made it.

[Jughead] Bret, you led me
deeper into the woods,

where I took off the bunny mask I was wearing
and put on my beanie.

And was it that beanie
that kept my head from being
completely cracked open

when Joan crept up behind me...

and hit me with
a baseball-sized rock?

What? How do you know
it was me? Why couldn't it
have been Jonathan?

Well, I don't recall Jonathan
wearing your perfume.

Yeah, where...
Where is Jonathan again?

Or did you kill him
because he started
to develop a conscience?

He had food poisoning,
he still has food poisoning.

Okay, Jonathan aside,

you had a fool-proof plan,
air-tight alibis.

It all should have worked
so perfectly, but it didn't.

-Why?
-Because in all your plotting,

all of your lurid conspiring
and your brilliance,

you didn't kill me.

I mean, whose job was it
to check my pulse?

Jonathan!

[Jughead exhales sharply]

Oh, you Einsteins.

All you had to do was hit me
in the back of the head
hard enough with a rock.

You failed spectacularly.

Yeah, meanwhile,
Donna was blowing
Devil's Breath in my face

to set me up
as the ultimate fall-girl.

Devil's Breath? Really?

Yeah, the technical term
being scopolamine,

which leaves a person
highly suggestive
and in a drunken state.

Which is why I don't remember
when Donna led me
into the clearing

where Jughead's body was
and placed the bloody rock
in my hand,

leaving me literally red-handed with the murder weapon.

After which, the four of you
returned to the party

and ran into Archie
and Veronica.

Hey, have you guys seen
Betty and Jughead?

I think they went that way,

into the clearing
behind those trees.

Thanks.

[Betty] And pointed them
to where you knew
they would find me.

Standing over Jughead's corpse.

Oh, my God, Betty,
what happened?

Jug! Is he breathing?

He's dead.

At which point, one of two
scenarios could've played out.

One, Archie and Veronica
could turn me in.

Two, they could help me
cover up the "murder"
that I had just committed.

Either way, I'm damned if I do
and damned if I don't.

But honestly, you guys could've
gotten away with it too.

Yeah, except, again...

You guys didn't kill me.

-Archie...
-Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Betty, what happened?

[Betty breathing rapidly]

All right, start pounding
on his chest. Right now, okay?

Vee, use the beanie to stop
the bleeding.

Go, one, two, three,
four, five.

-Come on, Jug.
-[Archie] ...four, five...

Come on, come on, Jug!
Come on!

-[Veronica] Betty, he's...
-Come back to me, Jug.

[gasps] Jug, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, we're gonna get you
to a hospital, okay?

No... No hospital.

Hey, stay awake,
stay with me, please, Jug.
Hey. Stay awake, okay?

Though I didn't regain
consciousness for
another 36 hours.

The worst 36 hours of my life.

Why would you say that, Jones?

"No hospital." Why would a man
on death's door say that?

I honestly don't know.

Maybe I had some small feeling
that you were going to try
and frame Betty.

And I wanted her
to have a fighting chance.

I'm... I'm calling Charles,
I'm calling Charles.

-What? Why?
-We can trust him.
He'll help us, okay?

Hey, Jug.

[Betty breathing heavily]

Charles, I'm in the woods
with Archie and Veronica.

Jughead, he's hurt
really badly, we need help.

We need your help, please!

We carried Jug
through the woods
to the old postal road,

where my brother Charles
was waiting for us
with an FBI med-van.

-What happened to him, Betty?
-A head wound.

We slowed the bleeding, we did
chest compressions and CPR.

You think he's gonna make it?

We're gonna do
everything that we can.

What about us?
What do we do?

Go back to where
you found him.
Clean the scene.

Make absolutely certain
that you don't leave
anything behind, all right?

Also, your clothes
are covered with blood.

You need to get rid of those
and get washed up, okay?

[all] Okay.

[Betty] And then we did
what Charles asked.

We went back to the clearing.

Threw the bloody rock
in the swimming hole.

Took off our clothes
and started a bonfire.

What happens if
he doesn't make it?

He'll make it.

But what if he doesn't?

He will.

But if he doesn't, then...

Archie... Archie?

-Archie! You listening to me?
-Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

We have to burn
all of our clothes
including Jughead's beanie.

We'll rinse off the blood
in the swimming hole.

After tonight,
we never speak of this. Ever.

Not to each other,
not to our parents. No one.

We'll finish our senior year,
graduate,

and we'll go
our separate ways.

That is the only way
that we won't get caught.

Do it.

That is how it'll have to be
if Jug doesn't make it.

But it won't come to that.
He will pull through.

He has to.

[Betty] And then, we went home.

And what happened next
was a waking nightmare.

Not knowing if or when
Jughead was going to wake up,

and wondering if I had
actually been responsible.

Wait, but we saw Jughead's
corpse at the coroner's office.

Was he in on it?

Who? Dr. Curdle Jr.?

Yeah, mmm-hmm, yeah.
We go way back.

[Jughead] You see, Bret,
in a town like Riverdale,

everybody's got a price.

And that includes our
friendly neighborhood
doctor of death.

And while Betty
was keeping you guys busy
with a game of cat-and-mouse,

I was in the underground bunker
untangling this
Gordian knot of a year.

And it is crazy how much
untangling you can get done

when everyone thinks
you're dead.

Which brings us,
basically, to today.

So, Mr. DuPont,

the floor is open.
What do you think?

Oh, Mr. Jones...

"A" for effort.

If nothing else,

this fiction is significantly
more entertaining

than anything you ever produced
for my class.

Oh, did I forget to mention

that Betty and I went
and saw the Baxter Brothers
ghostwriters?

And when we told them
our theory, they all asked
for their lawyers.

What if you did
track them down?

And even if you found one
who corroborated your wild
theories in some vague way,

then you will know that
I never explicitly directed

my students or mentees
to do anything criminal.

Oh.

What a canny serial killer
you are, Mr. DuPont.

But we haven't even
gotten to the best part.

Specifically,
the three members of your
original literary society...

who you murdered.

Jane Dallas Brown,
Charles W. Chickens,
Theodore Weisel...

-There it is.
-Let's loop back to
the original sin, shall we?

When Mr. DuPont stole,
and I do mean stole,

my grandfather's original
Baxter Brothers novel.

A fact known to you,
Mr. DuPont,

and of course,
Jughead's grandfather

but also to your inner circle,
your classmates.

The corrupt secret
at the heart of an empire.

[Jughead] Although it wasn't
an empire just yet.

It was a house of cards that
you built over many decades.

And the bigger it got,

the more worried you
became that one little
slip of the tongue

would send the whole thing
tumbling down.

Your life's work would
be revealed as a lie,

and you as a fraud.

And a thief.

A man of dishonor.

So, you started going
after people who knew
the truth

and started staging
their accidental deaths.

You cut brakes.
You tampered with fuselages.

You compromised oxygen tanks.

Until there was only
one living member

of your literary society left.

Betty, I think it's time
we let in our guests.

With pleasure.

[door unlocking]

-Forsythe.
-Live and in the flesh.

Hello, Francis.

Why don't you tell him
what you told us, Grandpa?

Weisel came to see me
before he died.

He hadn't slept for days.

He told me that you
killed Charles and Jane

'cause they were gonna
spill the truth

about the damn Baxter Brothers.

He said we knew too much
and you were gonna off us, too.

You and I both know
Theodore was a paranoid drunk.

But two days later,

the expert diver
drowned in shallow water.

So he was right,
and I was next.

So, I went out for a pack
of cigarettes...

and never came back.

What were you doing off-grid
since 2002, exactly?

Collecting evidence
that linked Francis here

with the murders
of Charles and Jane
and Theodore.

I started
by calling hotels and motels
near the accident sites.

You know what the one thing
I couldn't figure out

at first was, Mr. DuPont?

That if Moose was invited
to Stonewall Prep
to be the next victim,

then why was I also invited?

I was bait

to lure my grandfather
out of hiding

so you could finish the job
that you started.

Took off like a coward
after Jughead found me.

But, to my old man's credit,
when Charles and I found him
the second time,

and he heard
what happened to his grandson,

he figured it was finally time
to take your ass down.

[Charles] While you
were in here playing
Agatha Christie,

my team was combing
through DuPont's house
for the last hour.

Now, given the trophies
of your victims that we found
in your hollowed out OED,

and your ghostwriters
lawyering up,

not to mention
Forsythe's detective work...

Well, why don't you tell him?

It's over, Francis.

You... call me
a thief and a coward.

I'm not.

I'm a builder.

I built
the Baxter Brothers franchise

and with that money,
I helped build this school.

Without me,
neither would exist.

Francis DuPont,
you have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you
in a court of law.

Never. A writer's power
is in his words.

Only the meek and the timid
choose silence.

Oh, I am a man of honor.

To the end.

[Jughead] After that, it was a matter of dotting I's and crossing T's.

We obtained
these text exchanges
between you and Donna.

Donna was manipulating
you, Joan.

She tricked you
into doing her dirty work

so her hands
would remain clean.

Don't protect her.

I'll see to it that you get
a reduced sentence.

Agent Smith,
you have nothing to offer me.

Reminder, my father
is an ambassador

and I have diplomatic immunity.

If you leave the country now,

you won't ever
be able to return.

And your friends,
they'll take all the heat.

They're not my friends.

Hey, why did you lie
to Jughead?

You told him Bret
had diplomatic immunity,
but it was Joan.

I... I lied to Jughead

because I was trying
to keep him
from antagonizing Bret.

You know it was Bret's idea
to kill Jughead.

Uh-huh. How did you get
Mr. Chipping's tie pin?

And don't tell me
that you were having an affair.

No one's buying
that story anymore.

Mr. DuPont gave it to me.

Said I had to lie
to the headmaster,

so that Mr. Chipping's death
would be ruled a suicide

and people would stop
asking questions.

But I'm just glad
that the real monster
behind all of this,

Mr. DuPont,
has paid for his crimes.

You have a known history
of antagonizing Jughead.

Witnesses saw you
walking with him into the woods
the night he was attacked.

Have I actually been charged
with a crime?

You're facing hard time
for both attempted murder

and the creation and possession
of illegally recorded sex tapes

featuring fellow students.

Including Jughead and Betty.

Now, I'm willing
to reduce your charge
to only attempted murder

if you turn over
your collection of videotapes.

Here's my counter-offer,

reduce my charge
to conspiracy after the fact,

which my lawyer will plead down
to community service,

or Betty and Jughead's
puerile sex tape

will be released
to the world wide web.

Hmm. Let me think it over.

[sighs]

That was quick.

What the hell is this?

The counter to your counter.

I understand
you've decided to co-operate
with our investigation

and reveal the location
of your illicit videotapes.

Is that correct?

[Alice] Hidden in
a secret compartment
behind Stonewall's crest

was a treasure trove
of dark secrets.

Illegally recorded videotapes,

more fuel to add to the firestorm of controversy that is consuming

one of the country's oldest
and more prestigious
prep schools.

For now, Stonewall Prep's
doors remain open,

but its secret society
Quill and Skull
has been disbanded.

For RIVW news,
this is Alice Smith.

It's good to be back,
Riverdale.

[all applaud]

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Your report came out
really good, Mom.

Oh, thanks, honey.
I had a lot of help
from an inside source.

-Mmm-hmm.
-Mmm-hmm?

[both laugh]

-I'm gonna head out.
-Yeah.

Wait. Where are you going?
We're about to have cake.

Um, I will be back soon, okay?

I just have
one last T to cross.

Hello, Donna.

Going somewhere?

If you must know,
I'm transferring
to a new school.

Well, I'm glad
I caught you then.

I wanted to congratulate
you personally.

Jughead and I heard
that you're taking over
the Baxter Brothers.

The brand is relaunching.

As Tracy True.

Jealous?

Your plan worked, Donna.

You managed
to get everyone else
to do the actual dirty work.

Hell, even DuPont's dead.

You covered your tracks
extremely well.

[clicks tongue] Betty...

Are you really so delusional

you would believe
I would mastermind
some elaborate conspiracy

that caused the deaths
of multiple people

just to win a YA book contract?

No.

But you would do it
for revenge.

Oh, really?

-Revenge for what?
-The murder
of your grandmother.

Jane Dallas Brown.

One of the classmates
DuPont killed

to cover up the ugly truth
that he didn't create
the Baxter Brothers.

She was your grandmother.

How could you
possibly know that?

A friend of a friend told me.

You dedicated yourself
to getting into Stonewall Prep

and getting
into Chipping's class

and each step
brought you ever closer
to your grandmother's killer.

You wanted revenge.

So what was
the original plan, Donna?

Win the contract no matter
how many people had to die?

And then stage an accident
that would take care of DuPont

so you could tear down
the house that he built?

Fascinating theory, Betty.

You've left out
one minor detail.

DuPont didn't merely kill
my grandmother.

He stole from her.

The same way he did
from Forsythe.

Tracy True.

The female teen detective
who was introduced
in the Baxter Brothers' books.

She was
your grandmother's invention.

Now I've taken Tracy back
and DuPont is rotting
in a grave.

Huh.

How did you really find out
about my grandmother?

A private investigator.

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.

...who supplied us
with the medical files

that confirmed that you are
the granddaughter
of Jane Dallas Brown.

Which gives the police a motive

and links this entire web
of death back to you.

It's circumstantial at best.

But I'll play one last round.

What do you want, Betty?

I want you to walk away
from the Tracy True contract.

Why in God's name
would I do that?

Fictional though she may be,

Tracy deserves better,

as does the memory
of your grandmother.

And you certainly don't
deserve to profit

off the near-death
of my boyfriend.

Or...

don't walk away. That's fine.

But I will make sure
every newspaper
of every major city

gets a copy
of that medical file.

You play nice
from now on, Donna.

I'll be keeping an eye on you.

Months at Stonewall Prep
away from you guys,
what a waste.

Jug, okay.
We put a stop to DuPont,
we solved eight murders,

and we gave closure
to every family
of every missing child.

I would not call that
a waste of time.

I know. It's just...

-I feel... [sighs heavily]
-Cheated?

I know.

I know.

You'll find a meaning
to all of this at some point.

Okay?

So, Jughead Jones
back from the dead.

Color me completely
not surprised.

-[bell rings]
-You're not?

No one ever really dies
in Riverdale, do they?

But what about you
and Archie canoodling then?

Yeah, that was just pretend.

I don't know, cousin.
That looked pretty real to me.

Yeah, that was the point.

[scoffs]

Right.

All I'm saying is,
your secret's safe with me.

Toodles.

-[Betty sighs]
-What did Cheryl want?

Nothing.
What did Mr. Honey say?

Well, I don't think
he's too happy about it,

but he legally has to
let me back to Riverdale High.

-That's great!
-Yeah, I just really hope
my credits transfer.

On the bright side,
no one's gonna try to kill me
while I'm here.

Don't jinx yourself.

[FP] Hey, boy. Betty.

Hey.

Um, I'll be right down.

Grandpa, I thought you left.

Oh, not yet. [chuckles]

Joining us for dinner?

Ah, Betty and I are actually
going to meet Archie
and Veronica at Pop's. So...

-Unless you want me to stay.
-No, go have fun.

Yeah.

Should I say goodbye?

Oh, no.

I expect your father and I
will still be talking
when you get back.

Hey, hold on.

I don't know
what's gonna happen
with him and me.

But, uh, we're talking,
so that's something.

So, thank you.
You made all this happen.

-Have fun.
-Yeah.

Betty?

Maybe something good
did come out of this
whole Stonewall mess.

My dad and my grandfather
talking again
for the first time in 30 years!

Who would've thought of that?

You think your dad
will forgive him?

Oh, I don't know. I mean,
they have a lot of bad history
between each other, but...

I hope so.

All right, guys.

Let's make a vow.

-[all groan]
-I know.

I know.

The last time we made a vow
to have a normal senior year,

everything went to hell
pretty quick.

But we only have two,
three months left.

Let's end it on a high note.

Are we just gonna
ignore the fact

that Archie and I
will probably not be graduating
with you guys?

Jug, okay.

Do you really think Vee and I
are going to sit idly by

and not help
our boyfriends graduate?

Archie Andrews
and Jughead Jones,
you will graduate.

Even if it takes
a thousand tutors,

you will set aside everything.

No more mysteries.

And make graduating
your sole purpose in life.

Why does that sound
like a threat?

[Veronica] Because it is.

To going out on top together.

-Cheers.
-Cheers to that.

Guys, guys, just a reminder.

I'm posting the sign-up sheet
for the variety show tomorrow,

you all have to perform.

Even you, Jughead.

-Count us in, Kev.
-Oh, no.

Yeah.

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