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[Jughead]
Previously onRiverdale...

I'm Charles, your brother.

You have
the serial killer gene?

That's why I joined the FBI,
to control those impulses.

Because in all your plotting,
you didn't kill me.

[Veronica]
So, after graduation,

we go
our separate ways, Archie.

No big drama.

-[sobbing]
-It's okay.

-They found him.
-[Archie] The guy
who killed my dad?

[man] His name
is George Augustine.

Fred Andrews.
-That's the man you killed.

You left him there to die,
you coward!

[Charles] FBI.
David, can we ask you
a couple of questions?

We're assuming you know
about the videotapes
being delivered around town.

[people screaming]

[Mary] Archie!

What's going on?

It's the middle
of the night.

Sorry, I didn't mean
to wake you.

I'm still wired from prom,
I guess.

It's okay.

Why don't I make you
some chamomile tea?

No, don't worry about it, Mom.
I'm going for a run.

[telephone ringing]

[ringing continues]

-Hello?
-Sorry to wake you, Ponytail,

but it's urgent.

Bret?

It's 3:00 in the morning.

I don't have much time,
so listen up.

I've come across
a bit of privileged information

that I think you and Slughead
would be very interested in,

and I'm ready to talk,
in exchange for a favor.

It's Bret?

Okay. What do you want?

Your friend's father
owns this prison, right?

I need you
to get me transferred
to solitary immediately,

and then I'll spill.

And trust me,
you'll wanna know about this.

I'll talk to Veronica.

When do
visiting hours start?

[panting]

[Archie] It doesn't
make any sense.

You loved this town.

You tried to make it better
every day.

And even now, it finds ways
to insult you,

to degrade you.

It's not right, Dad.

[door clangs]

Hi. We're here to see
Bret Weston Wallis.

[officer] I'm sorry,
he's no longer here.

What do you mean?
Where is he?

Earlier this morning,
he was found dead in his cell
with multiple wounds.

An ambulance took his body
to the morgue.

[Cheryl] Prom was a bust.
I just found out
that Highsmith College

disbanded its
cheerleading squad,

and now you expect me
to wear some hideous blue hue
at graduation?

I specifically
ordered crimson.

Fix this or perish.

Yoo-hoo, Archiekins.
Over here, lover boy.

Play along.

Look who finally decided
to show up.

Betty and I were in the middle
of a murder investigation,
and we still had the time.

Yeah, well, I didn't think
a gown was as important

since, you know,
I'm not graduating.

We don't
know that for sure.

And surely Mr. Weatherbee
will at least let you walk
with us at the ceremony?

I'm not doing that.

Arch,
is something wrong?

Are you kidding me, Betty?
What isn't wrong?

Now, now, Archie, let's get you
some water to cool off.

Ronnie, what the hell
are you doing?

I'm trying to keep
our last week of high school
from imploding.

If people find out
we broke up,

they'd start
asking questions.

And then we'd be forced
to tell Jughead the truth

about what
you and Betty did, or lie.

But neither of those
sound like good options
to me. Agreed?

So, we're gonna pretend.
At least until graduation.

It's really
our only option.

Yeah, for you, maybe.

-I'm getting
the hell out of here.
-Archie?

[Toni] Hey, babe.

I heard you getting
into it with Miss Bell.
Are you okay?

T.T., my love,
all will be fine.

Well, I just wanted
to say I'm sorry

I didn't go home with you
after prom.

I know it's not
what either of us wanted,

especially me.

But it's family and...

Of course, mon amour.

But since your family
made it abundantly clear

how they feel about
my ancestral lineage,

there is some
Blossom family business
I need to attend to.

Well, in the meantime,
I'll keep working on Nana,
I promise.

Do you always get bodies
from Hiram's prison?

Indeed, I do.

But Mr. Weston Wallis
is a curious case.

"Curious" how?

There were
multiple stab wounds
to his abdomen,

but that's not all.

-His eyes...
-Were gouged out. Yes.

Did you really think
there wouldn't be
any consequences

to breaking
my daughter's heart, huh?

Huh?

You stay the hell away from me,
Mr. Lodge.

She's the best thing
that ever happened to you.

You spat on that.

You're a disgrace.

Stepping out on my daughter
with her best friend.

What kind of man does that?

So, what do you want?

-You want a rematch?
-What am I saying?

I know exactly
what kind of man
does that.

The apple doesn't fall
far from the tree,
does it, huh?

-Come on!
-No, wait!

-Pull it together.
-You're done! You're done!

Get out of my gym.

You heard him, Hiram.

Something bothering you,
Veronica?

Little trouble
with your Gingerito?

What? No.

Everything's fine, Hermosa.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to take out the trash,

and you're lucky
that doesn't include you.

[rifle cocking]

You're the Malloys, right?

Good.
You know who we are.

Yes. One of you beat my father
to within an inch of his life.

Yeah. And your daddy
killed our daddy as payback.

So guess what I am
going to do to you.

Wait...

Now, turn around!

Please. Please.
Please don't do this.

-[gunshots]
-[groans]

Hermosa?

-Oh, my God.
-Don't worry.

It's registered
and I have a license.

But you...

It was self-defense,
hermanita.

[exhales heavily]

Were they your enemies?

Not mine.

[breathes deeply]

Daddy's.

Which is a problem.

I'm never gonna get
that image out of my head,

Bret's disfigured face.

And isn't it weird
that the Auteur left us a sign

that said,
"God is watching,"

and then we find Bret
with his eyes cut out?

-You think it's a coincidence?
-Betty's instincts are good.

We should trust them.

Well, in that case,
we already have a connection.

We know that
Bret and David crossed paths.

Bret was selling him
illegal sex vids.
Who knows what else.

Bret was trying
to tell you something, Betty,
reveal a secret.

Maybe he had
privileged information

that David was the Auteur.

David suspected
Bret was gonna rat him out.

It could be what ended up
getting him killed.

But how would David
have been able to kill Bret
in prison?

With the right connections
and the right amount of money,

you could easily put
a hit on someone in jail
with a single phone call.

He was probably just trying
to tie up loose ends
before he left town.

Bret was loose-lipped.

Maybe.

My agents in the field
are looking for David
right now.

In the moment that he slips up,
and they always do eventually,

we'll bring him in.

Thank you all for convening
on such short notice.

My agenda
for today's board meeting

relates to the future
of our Maple empire,
our legacy.

Speak up.
I can't hear you.

Earlier today,
I met with Governor Dooley,

who, pending your sign-off,

has agreed to purchase
a parcel of our land

to be declared
sanctuary grounds

for the wronged Uktena people.

We would then take the money
from the aforementioned sale

to rebuild
and reopen the factory

and rebrand Blossom Maple Syrup
once and for all.

And who would run
this rebranded business?

Moi,of course.

Cousin Cheryl,
we have no interest
in reopening the factory.

Or in giving the
Uktena anything.

-In fact--
-[mutes speaker]

You can't make a move
without our approval,
which you'll never get.

Why, you hatemonger?

Consider this
our revenge for you killing
our beloved Bedford.

Mom...

We want to talk
about Daddy.

Do you know that he's back
into his old mafioso ways?

No comment.

He's putting his life
in danger, Mom.

More importantly,
his behavior is putting
our lives in danger.

He has to stop.
You know that, right?

Your father is a fool.

What do I need to do?

Well, first,

we'd like you
to sell us your shares
of Lodge Industries.

You also need
to give us a copy

of his little black book,

the one
with his underworld contacts.

We know he has one.

Sounds to me
like you two are planning
a hostile takeover.

I am so in.

-[Jughead]
Thanks for meeting me.
-Forensics is on the way.

It looks like
you were right, Jughead.

David was tying up
loose ends.

First Bret, then himself.

So much for answers.

Dead men tell no tales.

Did David seem
suicidal to you?

Maybe he decided suicide
was his only way to escape.

Plausible.

I don't know. It...

It all just feels
a little too... neat.

-[Archie]
What's going on, Mom?
-[Mary] Hey.

I want to talk to you
about a call I had
with a defense lawyer

for your father's
hit-and-run case.

The judge is getting ready
to make his decision.

And the lawyer
reached out to me, to us,

as your dad's family,

to see if we would be willing
to make a statement in court

asking the judge
for leniency.

For the dad or the son?

Well, George Augustine
plead guilty

to keep his son out of it,

and he's not contesting
his role in the accident,

but he might
get a lesser sentence
if we publicly forgive him.

"Forgive him"?

Mom, I still have nightmares
about how Dad died.

I know it's a lot to ask,

so I thought that maybe
we could write a letter
and send it,

and we don't have to relive
seeing him again.

I see him every day.

-Ten, 20 times a day.
-I can only imagine.

Well, do you want
to consider it at least?

[Hiram] Are you both insane?

Scaring off my associates
with false threats
about the FBI?

Taking control
over Lodge Industries board?

What do you think
you're doing?

We're shutting
you down, Daddy.

You need to retire
for our safety and yours.

Papi,your reign is done.

It's time for you to let
the next generation take over.

You don't understand.

Reverting back
to my true nature

has given me back
my strength and my stamina.

That's not how
medical science works, Daddy.

Anyway, we've cut you off
at the knees.

The hell you have.

Girls, all I need
to do business are
my fists and a gun.

Now, get the hell
out of my study

before I throw you
both out.

Get out!

[cell phone vibrating]

Holy crap.

Jug, what?
What is it? What's wrong?

Um, nothing's wrong.

I was accepted
to the University of Iowa's
Writers' Workshop.

Are you serious?

I mean, it's no Ivy League
and it's in the Midwest,

but it's one of the greatest
creative writing programs
in the country.

Damn. My boy's
going to college.

I'm so proud of you.

[Alice] This calls
for a celebration.

Yeah. Let's get in the car
and go to Pop's.

All the cheeseburgers
and banana splits
that we can eat, huh?

[Jughead] Come on.

Mumsy.

Lately, I've begun to think
I've got some work to do
here in Riverdale.

Important work.

Our family's redemption.

I tried to reanimate
the Maple business,

but the Blossom board
shut me down, out of spite.

They have always been
a bunch of hateful bitches.

All of them.

Make yourself scarce, Cheryl.
Go away.

But don't go alone.
You'll need an alibi.

T.T., I know
things have been
somewhat strained

since prom night
interrupted,

so what do you say
you and I take a mini vacation

away from
both of our families?

I say let's get
this weekend started.

No! Shut up!

Stop!

He didn't do it.

What?

It was me.
It was my fault. I'm sorry.

[voice breaking] I'm so sorry.

[cell phone vibrating]

Hello.

[Donna]
You have to help me, Betty.

Donna? What the hell?

[whispering]
Somebody is killing us.

What are you talking about?

First Bret, then Joan,
and I think I'm next.

My life is at stake.
I'm going into hiding.

Oh, God. Give me a break,
you narcissistic psycho.

There's no murder conspiracy
against your preppy cabal.

We know who killed Bret,
and now he's dead, too.

Then what about Joan?

Sorry, Donna.
I'm not being drawn into

your twisted
reindeer games again.

Whoever's doing this,
it has to be related.

Oh, when you tried to kill
my boyfriend with a rock?

Yeah, never call me again.

Bye, Donna.

Hi. Can I speak
to Joan Berkeley, please?

[woman] No, I'm afraid not.
Joan's passed away.

-Who's this?
-Oh, my God. Um...

I'm a classmate of hers
from Stonewall Prep.

Donna?

Yes, it's Donna.

I don't mean
to upset you further,
but how did it happen?

Joan was murdered.

She was walking home from school through the woods,

and someone ran up behind her
and hit her in the head
with a rock.

I'm so sorry to hear that.
Please accept my condolences.

Okay. Donna may not
have been lying.

So, now we have
a preppy murderer
on the loose?

Apparently.

I hope
Donna's somewhere safe.

I've been thinking about
Papi'sstubbornness.

I may have a way
of breaking him off it.
It's a one-two punch.

I deliver the first blow,
you deliver the second.

What are you
talking about?

Papi'sdelusions.

He thinks that
acting like a street brawler

is what's
keeping him healthy.

But you told me
the last time
he got roughed up,

he called you for help,

which you gave.

So, it's time
we burst his bubble

and show him
that you in no way
condone his behavior.

And what would you
have me do instead?

The exact opposite.

-[door opens]
-[George] Archie Andrews?

Mr. Augustine?

What are you doing here?

Look, if this is
about the letter,

I haven't had a chance
to write it yet.

Well...

There's actually
been a slight change
in the proceedings.

My son took it upon himself
to confess to the hit-and-run.

They're charging him
as an adult.

Could you write the letter
for him and not me?

Your words
can mean the difference

between months or years
of jail time for Jeffery.

Mr. Augustine, I've...

I've thought about
what your son did
over the last few months.

He hit my dad.

And that was
an accident, yeah.

Something I might have done.

But I'll tell you one thing
that I never would have done.

I never
would have kept driving.

I never
would have left him

or anyone.

Okay, that...
That wasn't an accident.

-He was so scared.
-And what do you think
my dad was, Mr. Augustine?

[videotape clicks]

So, David wasn't the Auteur?

Or maybe this is
one of his accomplices.

[gasps] Oh, my God.

He did it.

He's finally
gotten in the house.

Wait, that's me.

Okay, that's it.
We're getting out of here.
We have to leave now.

Everybody, pack a bag.
We're going to check into
the Five Seasons. Let's go.

[cell phone vibrating]

[Veronica sighs] Here we go.

[sighs]

Oh, my God.
Daddy, what happened?

Got jumped outside
the Mayor's office.

Some hoods were waiting for me.

Hey, can you get
the first-aid kit,
like last time?

No.

Your astrological sign
might be the Scorpion, Daddy,

but, in fact,
you're like a dog.

A dog
who needs to be trained.

When a dog soils a carpet,
you know what you do?

You rub his nose in it.

How many times
is this going to happen?

How many times are you going
to be attacked and beaten
by younger, stronger men?

What's the point
of battling a disease

if you're just gonna
get yourself killed
on the street,

like some mangy dog?

Be smarter than that.

Go out on top,
exit gracefully
and with dignity.

Better that
than to die on the street,

blood flowing
into the gutter.

Think about that

as you lick your own
wounds tonight. Perito.

-[sighs]
-[Hermosa] Good job.

Looks like
you are a Lodge after all.

What did you have your men
do to him?

He's worse than last time.

Papineeded
to be taught a lesson,

and that's exactly
what we did.

Nana?

Pray tell,
who are you mourning?

The entire Blossom family
has sailed into
the underworld, Cheryl.

It's just us now.

What? What happened?

They poisoned themselves.

A, um, suicide note
in Cricket's pocket

stated that
our extended family

wanted to
sacrifice themselves

to atone for all
the ancient Blossom sins.

Hmm. How... timely.

And, Mumsy,
I'm sure you had
nothing to do with this.

Consider it an early
graduation gift, Cheryl.

With the Blossom board no more,
you now have full control

of all Blossom holdings
to do with as you please.

Okay. So, our parents
have calmed down,

Jellybean's asleep,
and I'm filled with dread.

Yeah, me too.

Jug, if the Auteur
got into the house,

that means he's probably
been inside many times before.

Definitely.

And given the supposedly
privileged information

he seems to have
about us and our friends,

maybe he's been doing
a lot more than just watching.

Like what, listening?

Wait, you're not saying...

Who likes to bug phones?

And who else would have
the resources and abilities

to kill Joan
in the outside world

and the connections
to kill Bret inside prison?

We have to go back
to the house.

Fun times, Cooper.

[door opens]

I got your message.

[sighs] Thanks for
coming, Charles.

Found your bug.

On the phone.

Same kind you gave me
to use on the Stonies.

You got sloppy

or overconfident.

Maybe I wanted to be caught.

Just waiting for you
to catch up to me.

You've been listening
to our phone conversations

since Halloween,
if not before.

Yes. But only
to protect you, Betty.

You killed Joan and Bret.

Don't lie to me. I'll know.

I did. Yes.

And you tried to kill Donna,
but she slipped away.

Why?

Donna and her friends
committed a heinous crime
and got away with it.

It didn't sit well with me.

Bret didn't get away with it.
He was in prison.

-Bret was odious.
-[Jughead] Yes, he was.

You know, it took us a second
to figure out how you did it,

killing Bret in prison,
and then it made so much sense.

Your boyfriend, Chic,
killed him.

I love you, babe.

I love you, too.

That's what Bret
was going to tell us,

that you and Chic
were still in deep.

True love knows
no boundaries.

I'm gonna guess
that Joan and Bret

aren't the only people
you've killed.

That's correct.
How did you guess?

Because you taught me
everything I know
about serial killers...

because that's what you are,
isn't it, Charles?

You're so good
at identifying us.

That was your blind spot.

And I only kill people
who deserve it.

Horrible people
who hurt those that I love.

[scoffs]

Betty, I'm putting myself
in your hands.

You're going to prison
for the rest of your life.

You're coming with us,
and you are going to confess

to all of your crimes,
including the videotapes.

No, no.
I'm not the Auteur.

Yes, you are.
You killed David.

You made it
look like a suicide,

and then you framed him
as the Auteur

because we were
getting too close.

[chuckles]
Well, yes, I...
I killed David,

but he was a degenerate
who helped scumbags like Bret.

-But I'm not behind
the videotapes.
-Then who is?

What kind of teacher would I be
if I just gave you the answer,
baby brother?

You'll figure it out.

I have no doubt.

[Hiram] I have given
some thought

to what the two of you
have been saying
about me retiring.

And as much as
I hate to admit it,
maybe you have a point.

Though, if I do choose
to step down,

what would that
even look like?

You would take a break

while I go to Barnard
and Hermosa handles
business affairs.

[Hiram] After graduation,

I'll take a long,
nice sabbatical
to the Caymans.

How does that sound,
mi amor?

Sounds wonderful.

But I won't be joining you.

See, I've also decided
to make a life change.

To do what, exactly?

Three years ago,
Andy Cohen asked me

to become
a Real Housewife of New York.

I turned him down
to focus on my family.
Remember?

But, really, Veronica,
I did it to protect you.

Honey, the only reason
I got back together
with your father

in the first place
was to keep you safe.

But now,
you're going off to college,

and Hermosa's
back in the picture,

so I really
don't see any reason

to put my ambitions
on hold anymore.

So, Hiram,
I'm divorcing you.

I am moving back to the city,
and I am becoming
a Real Housewife.

-And, yes...
-[scoffs]

For real.

Wow, Mom!

You win.

But do take that trip
to the Caymans, Daddy.

You need a break
from Riverdale,

and Riverdale most definitely
needs a break from you.

[sobbing]

Mom, what the hell
are you doing?

Is that
what it was like for you?

Is that what the Black Hood
did to your father,
did to you?

I was a coward.

-No.
-Yes.

Mom, I let him down.

No, Archie,
just listen to me.

I called your Uncle Frank
after George Augustine
came to see you.

Wait. How did you
know about that?

Because he came
to see me, too.

Archie,
please just talk to me.

I need to know
what's going on inside you.

Nothing, Mom.

I wish you hadn't
called Uncle Frank,

and I really wish
you hadn't watched this tape.

We need to send that
to the sheriff

or to Betty and Jughead.

So more people can see it?

I got a better idea.

No one's gonna watch
this crap again.

Archie, no, no!

[shrieks]

Archie!
Archie, please stop!

You're scaring me.

[sobbing]

They're getting
their stuff together
and then coming home.

Jeez. Your poor mother.

First Chic
and now Charles.

Two sons,
one real and one fake.

Both psychos.

How are you doing?

Are you okay?

Fine. [hesitates]
I don't know.

Like, of course
my brother is a serial killer.

What I can't stop
thinking about are...

The videotapes. Yeah.

Yeah, it just made...

It just made perfect sense
that Charles was the Auteur.

I mean,
he bugged the house.

He would have overheard
everything that he needed
to make those recreations.

I don't even know who else
could have had access
to all that information.

Could have poss...

What?

What is it, Jug?

What the hell
are you doing here?

Your mom called me.
She's worried about you.
So am I.

I'm sorry, but you don't get
to worry about me.

You left. You have no idea
what I'm going through.

Oh, you're wrong
about that, kid.

I know it better than most,
that feeling of hopelessness,
the pain.

We have both
seen people die,
and we survived.

The guilt that you carry
with you, you can't just
fight all that pain--

I don't want your advice.

I don't want
anything from you.

You're a fraud,
you're a coward.

Is that all you got?

I know you wanna hit me
so come on, do it.

Give me your best shot.

Pathetic.

If you wanna take me down,
take me down!

Let it out, Archie.
Let it all out!

Let go of that anger, son.

[Archie sobbing]

[Archie] I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Jellybean, I need
to ask you something,

and I want you
to be honest.

Are you the one
making those videotapes?

Yes.

Why?

I don't know
what I would have done

if you hadn't showed up,
Uncle Frank.

It's a long road
you're on, kid.

Takes years to heal.

Maybe even
your entire life.

I really appreciate you
being here, Uncle Frank.

Anytime, Archie.

But if I'm being honest,

you're not the only reason
I came back.

I'm finally ready
to turn myself in.

Answer for the things I did
back when I was a mercenary.

Really? Are you sure?

The only thing I need
is representation.

You don't happen to know
any good lawyers in town,
do you?

Eh, I might be able
to think of one.

What's this about, Jug?

Figured we should do this
over drinks.

Betty and I found out
who's filming those videotapes.

It's Jellybean.

[chuckles uneasily]
What, is this a joke?

No.

Do you remember
that first video we were sent?

It was right after I went
to Stonewall Prep, right?

It wasn't a coincidence.

What? What is this?

[Jughead] Fast forward.

It's literally
six hours of our house.

Boy, you better
start making sense.

The videos had
the intended effect,
to unsettle us,

but that wasn't the reason why
Jellybean made the videos.

What? What was it?

She wanted me to stay.

The big brother
she had just gotten to know

was already
leaving to Stonewall
and then to college.

She'd figured the best way
to keep me in town
was a mystery.

How? How did she
even get the idea
to make videotapes?

Do you remember that weird kid
that she was hanging out with

and playing G&G, Ricky?

-Yeah.
-Well, they started
hanging out again,

and then he introduced her
to Blue Velvet Video.

And after watching
some of their weirder videos,
she got the idea.

To film all those houses,
Jellybean and Ricky did that?

At first, it was just
the two of them,

but I guess they roped in
some of their friends.

Just some kids
from Archie's community center.

And once the simple
voyeur footage wasn't making
enough of an impact,

especially to me,
she decided to up the game.

Guys, I have an idea.

Let's make a movie,
a real movie.

[Jughead]
That first recreation,
you remember it?

It was Betty and I.

She wanted
to get my attention,
and it worked.

And then she moved on
to the Jason Blossom recreation
and Midge's murder.

Her and Ricky just rented
the original videos
from Blue Velvet.

She and those kids
made all the masks,
and the props and the sets.

It's actually...
pretty impressive.

-Did they realize
what they were doing?
-I don't think so.

I think it was a game to them,
like make-believe.

So much so
that they ended up
breaking into Riverdale High

to recreate that killing
Mr. Honey video

after she snuck on to my laptop to read the story I was working on.

-Where did they do all this?
-All over town.

Their secret hideout
was the Lodge's cabin
in the woods.

The murder cabin.

And then, David,
before he was killed
by Charles,

gave them permission to shoot
the prom massacre video
inside the Scarlet Suite.

And that one was bad,
but not nearly as bad

as the one with Mr. Andrews
being shot by the Black Hood.

And the video
inside our house?

That was
her and Ricky, too.

And she did all this
to keep you in Riverdale?

That's what she told me.

I don't think she understands
the enormity and the darkness
of what she did.

Sorry.

It's okay, JB.
It's okay, honey.

[FP sighs]

Uncle Frank and I
are gonna go visit
Dad's grave,

but I wanted to give you
the letter for the Augustines.

I'll make sure
the judge gets it.
Thank you, Archie.

[Archie] To the
Honorable Judge Britton.

Losing my dad has been
the hardest thing I've ever
had to deal with in my life.

I miss him every day.

It hurts me and my mom,

and anyone who was
ever lucky enough
to have known him,

but I also that it also hurts
Jeffery Augustine
and his father.

When my dad passed,

I made a vow
to honor his memory
every single day.

My dad didn't believe
in an eye for an eye.

He believed in forgiveness,
and kindness and compassion.

What happened
was a terrible accident,

but Jeffery's life
doesn't need to be ruined.

That's not what my dad
would have wanted.

It's not what
me or my mom want.

Fred Andrews
believed in lifting up
those around him

and in second chances,

and I'm asking you
to do the same.