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[Jughead] Previously on Riverdale...

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.
- The guy who killed my dad?

His name is George Augustine.

- Not 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.

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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?

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?
- 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?

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?

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's stubbornness.

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's delusions.

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.

Papi needed 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.

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.

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