All language subtitles for Riverdale s05e16 Band of Brothers.eng

[Jughead] Our old pal
turned superstar, Josie McCoy, had come and gone.

Leaving us all
to our haunted existences.

No one more so,
than Archie Andrews.

The guilt over the deaths
of his platoon members hanging on him like a shroud.

Veronica Lodge was also being
haunted, by a flesh and blood mistake from her past.

[video call ringing]

[Veronica sighs]

- What, Chad?
- I have some great news.

I'm going to be able to pay
back all the funds I "borrowed" in one fell swoop.

I've been working on a little
something-something quietly,

but it's about to go public
and with that comes a big payday.

[scoffs]
Considering you always screw things up,

no, Chad.

I don't want or need your help.

Besides, at the rate
Pearls and Posh is going,

I'll have all of our investors'
accounts restored in a month.

At which point,
I'll divorce your ass so fast, your head will spin.

Goodbye, Chad.

Brothers and sisters,
thank you for joining us today.

To conclude, Brother Kevin
and I will be performing a medley

from the iconic musical,
Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.

Stop!

I've just had...

a revelation.

Okay?

Jason himself commands it.

No more singing.

Really?

As you know, he was
a young man of few words.

Hi, my name is Jughead Jones.

And I am seven days sober.

[all clapping]

I'm ready to start
my apology tour.

[knocking on door]

- Hey, Alice.
- Hey, Jughead.

Betty's not here.

She's working
the Lonely Highway, doing God-knows-what.

Yeah, that's okay.
Will you just tell her I stopped by?

Sure.

[TV announcer
speaking indistinctly]

You guys seen this crap?
Front page of today's Brave and True.

General Taylor is
retiring with full honors,

and a 21-gun farewell salute.

Doesn't that burn you after
the crap that he pulled?

I thought you said
Taylor was under investigation.

He was.

A reporter from the Times
was looking into some dirty missions

the General orchestrated.
Like ours, Eric.

So I called her. And apparently
her editor killed the story, not enough evidence, she said.

Maybe take that
as a sign, Sarge.

Let it go. Move on.

Like hell.

[Weatherbee]
You missed weeks of work, Mr. Jones.

You didn't even arrange
for a substitute.

I know. I'm sorry, Waldo.

I really am. I...

was going through some
really intense personal stuff.

Look I'm just trying to get
my life back together.

And when you do,
maybe we can have you teach again.

But right now,
consider yourself on administrative leave.

[phone ringing]

Pearls and Posh,
this is Lodge.

Ms. Lodge?
This is Diane Nelson.

I'm an agent with the SEC.

We'd like to schedule
a time to come in and review your books and finances.

Oh, why is that?

To ensure that Pearls and Posh
is not engaged in any financial malfeasance.

Can we plan on tomorrow?

Uh, ooh...
I'm travelling tomorrow.

Can we try top of next week?

Sure, top of next week is good.
I'll follow up with an email.

Great. See you then.

The SEC wants to look
at our books, which are...

- Not yet kosher.
- Yes.

It had to have been Chad
who tipped them off.

Wouldn't he be torpedoing
himself, too?

What he wants is for me
to ask for his help,

so he can balance our books
before the SEC reviews them.

But I'd rather go to
white-collar jail than do that.

What we need
is an influx of cash.

My mind turns to...
[snaps fingers]

- My father.
- What? Like a short-term loan?

Remember those
escaped prisoners,

who were convinced my father
had a stash of palladium?

- Mmm-hmm.
- If we got our hands on that,

we could sell it
and finish repaying what Chad stole in my name.

If it was in his safe,
he would've moved it.

But...

I have an idea who
might know where.

Your old man's been in touch
with Hermosa.

She's still in deep with him.

I'll call her.

Actually, uh...

Let me.

While you were at Barnard...

we...

had a... thing.

What kind of thing?

[chuckles]
You know what kind.

You know what kind. Okay.

[line ringing]

Hey, baby.

Long time, no talk.

Yeah.

[whispers] I miss you so much.

Why does my demon
of a mother always have to rain on my parade?

You're young, beautiful
and a star.

And she isn't.

Which is why you need to prove,
beyond a shadow of a doubt,

that there is no
higher authority than you within this ministry.

You're not wrong.

So how do we put Mumsie
in the shade?

Forever.

It's all about
showmanship, Cheryl.

You need to upstage
your mother.

Little-known fact,

if you perform three miracles,

you qualify for sainthood.

Being canonized has always
been one of my life goals.

Go on.

In junior high, I was obsessed
with David Copperfield.

The magician, so...

let's just say, I may have
a trick or two up my sleeve.

Oh, I hope you have
at least three, Brother Kevin.

I need my halo and my wings.

That was some call, Reggie.

How's Hermosa doing?

A better question...

Did she, just tell me,
where the palladium is?

[whispers]
The answer is yes.

You're carrying
a heavy weight, Archie.

And it's not going to get
any lighter unless you share the burden, so...

What happened over there?

You ready to tell me?

[bomb exploding in distance]

[Archie breathing heavily]

[crashing]

We were ordered into
a fire zone

to deliver medical supplies
to civilians.

But that mission was just
a cover-up.

General Taylor was determined
to take down a warlord controlling that region.

A chance to get that final star
on his uniform.

When he gave me the order,
I pushed back.

I told him we weren't
a strike-force

and that it was
a suicide mission.

Taylor didn't back down,
so I caved.

And, sure enough, we were lambs
to the slaughter.

My platoon got caught
in some trenches.

We needed air support.

We couldn't get any signal.
Someone needed to reach higher ground.

So I told my men
that I would go.

I thought that I was
protecting them because I was taking the risk.

But when I got back...

[bomb exploding]

[guns firing]

Everyone was dead.

[gunfire continues]

Except Bingo.

Who died before
the choppers reached us and Eric lost his leg.

And now Taylor's walking
away with honors.

That's not right.

[bomb explodes in distance]

That's not right, Uncle Frank.

[Frank] I know, it's not.

But the Army's just gonna...

circle the wagons
around the General.

I wish I could tell you this
was a war you could win.

But I just don't know
that it is.

Yeah, maybe not.

But it's a war worth fighting.

I'm going to do everything
that I can to take Taylor down.

[Reggie] Lucky your father
didn't change all the security codes after he fired me.

[Veronica] Lucky he doesn't
keep his palladium in a vault in a bank.

Jackpot.

We have to give Hermosa a cut
of whatever we make.

But if we can sell
the palladium off-market,

our profit should be enough
to fill in where we're short.

Question is, how do we sell it?

Well, first...

We have to smelt the palladium
into something new and unrecognizable.

I'm thinking Spanish doubloons.

Then I'll host an auction,
but for that to work,

there's one more person we need
to bring in on our scheming.

[Veronica]
What do you think, Cheryl?

I think one can never have
too many spider brooches.

So, yes,
I'll help you, Veronica.

Perfect.

As I said,
I'm hosting an exclusive, by-invitation-only auction.

The centerpiece of which will
be some palladium doubloons, I've acquired.

Some of my guests
have been asking about the palladium's origins

and I wanna say that it came
from your mines.

Not a problem. I'm always happy
to let you name-drop my family,

in order to screw over
your father.

Now, if that's all.
I'll be on my merry way.

Kevin and I are performing
our first miracle today.

[cell phone vibrating]

- Hey, Samm.
- Finally!

You've been ducking
my calls for days.

Yeah, I know,
sorry I've been...

[Samm] Save your excuses.

The publisher is demanding
your manuscript ASAP.

If you don't deliver,

you will be
blackballed, you understand? Your career will be over. Over.

I have pages, I'll send them
to you by the end of the day, I promise.

This is
your last chance, kiddo.

Okay? Don't disappoint me.

[sighs]

[Jughead] Hey, so...

Before you say anything else.
I just... I wanna apologize.

I promised to keep an eye
on you while you were tripping and the moment things got weird

I just...

I abandoned you.

You didn't do anything wrong.

I never should've even
put you in that position.

And I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry that I dropped
off the face of the earth,

and that I made you worry.
I'm just sorry for everything, really.

It's okay.

I forgive you.

Great, so...

Not to relive that
horrible night.

But, I dimly recall

writing something
that resembled a novel,

before I yanked my hand
out of the handcuffs.

Jughead, you did write
your book that night.

- I did?
- Mmm-hmm.

- Well, that's great.
Do you know where it is? - Yeah, um...

Betty, gave it to Jessica
when she asked for it.

Wh...

But why would Betty...

- Why would she do that?
- Jess was trying to heal.

And move on with her life.
So, it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

Wow, okay.

I'm really, really sorry.

But, Jughead, your sobriety
is what's most important right now.

I don't think that you should
reach out to Jessica. I think that could be triggering.

And if writing is going
to stress you out,

then maybe
you should ask your agent for another extension.

I don't have any more
time, Tabitha.

I either write
something new or...

I'm not a writer anymore.

If I ever was.

[Cheryl] Instead of
my usual homily...

I thought today,
we might all benefit from a demonstration

of my absolute authority
in this ministry.

To that end,
as Jesus once changed water...

into wine,

Jason has granted me
the ability to turn water...

into...

[Kevin gasps]

Maple syrup.

[all applauding]

The nectar of the gods.

Truly.

General Taylor.

Sergeant Andrews.

I take it you're not here
to congratulate me.

No, sir.

We both know
the truth, General.

You sent me and my men
into a war zone

without adequate
support or intel.

And because
of your recklessness,

good men died.

You're dishonoring the military
by pretending to be some kind of hero.

So...

I'm asking you,
soldier to soldier,

to stand down
and retire quietly.

"Soldier to soldier"?

You're just a kid
from some podunk town

who joined the military
on a whim.

You might as well have gone
backpacking through Europe.

You don't understand
the Army or how it works and you certainly

don't know what it means
to be a real soldier.

Don't cross me.
You will regret it.

My men...

paid for your order,
with blood.

If you don't step down,
General.

I'll demand
a military tribunal.

And I'll tell them everything.

Then I'll be forced
to put forth my version of events.

Highlighting how you,
Sergeant Andrews, went rogue

and led your platoon
directly into an ambush.

There is no paper trail
to support your claim.

So, as I said before,

it's my word against yours.

Pursue this

and you'll be a traitor.

No.

You're the traitor, General.

I buried good men
because of you.

I won't bury the truth
any longer.

Regardless of the consequences.

Taylor left us no choice.

He won't back down, so we need
to step up and take him out.

I don't know, Sarge.

The trial would reopen
a lot of wounds.

Especially for the families
of those other guys.

We have to think about them
and what they would want us to do.

So let's say this...

I won't go after the General,

unless I have
the support and approval of our platoon's families.

How does that sound?

Would you mind
reading my novel?

And if you like it,
maybe you could give it to your agent.

[woman] My son trusted you.

And you didn't protect him.

And now you expect us
to go through a...

A trial?

To relive his death
all over again?

Ma'am, I know
what Travis stood for.

What he believed in.

He fought for ideals
like truth and justice.

For betterment
and human dignity.

He sacrificed his life
for those things.

Let me ask you...

do you sleep soundly
at night, Sergeant?

Because I don't.
Not since the moment...

I received that folded-up flag.

Know why?

Because you were supposed
to bring my Travis back to me.

And now, for the main event.

A collection of doubloons
smelted from grade A palladium

excavated from
the Blossom mines.

With that in mind,
let's begin at...

$150,000 to the gentleman
in the fedora.

Do I have 170?

170? No, 180?

No, $190,000
to the madam in the front row.

Shall we go to two?

$200,000 to Mr. Sand.
Do I have 225?

Do I have 250?

250! 275?

290, against you, Mr. Sand.

Three hundred. That's $300,000
for these precious doubloons.

Going once, going twice, sold!

To Mr. Sand for $300,000!

[all applauding]

What a coup
for such rare wonders.

[all applauding]

[slow claps]

Excuse me.

You know, it's almost as if

you wanted to sell those
doubloons to Mr. Sand for less,

just so I wouldn't get
the palladium.

But that would be so petty
and ridiculous of you, wouldn't it?

In fact, that's exactly
what I did, Daddy.

Next time,

don't crash my auction.

You know, I never wanted Jim
to join the Army.

I was afraid that
he wouldn't even make it through basic training.

But he really believed that
he had a duty to protect and serve his country

and that there was
no greater honor than that.

There isn't. No.

And Jim knew what
he was fighting for.

I remember, I was...

incredibly relieved...

when he started sending
me letters about you, Sergeant Andrews.

About the kind of leader
you were, so, yes...

whatever you feel is right,
you should do.

You have my full support.

[Kevin] You've already
witnessed one miracle.

Now, brothers and sisters,

watch in wonder
as Cheryl manifests

the collective pain
of our congregation.

Behold! Her alabaster hands!

- How they bleed
with the blood of the stigmata. -[gasps]

Mimicking the holy wounds
of Jason.

[gasping]

[Penelope scoffs]

[Archie] Ma'am?

I'd like to honor
your husband's memory,

by having General Taylor
answer for his actions.

But I'd like to do so
with your consent.

To be honest,

I've made peace with what
happened, Sergeant Andrews.

I loved Aiden more
than anything. We were high school sweethearts,

but my son is my focus now.

I need to start thinking
about his future.

Right now, I'm just trying
to make it through the day and even that's a struggle.

[baby crying]

So, I leave it to you,
Sergeant.

Ma'am?

You do what you see fit.

Who knew spreading
light and love could be this exhausting?

Yeah, it's the Broadway grind.

Anyway, I got a list
of potential third miracles.

Although, my strong preference
is that we do the staff and the snake trick.

Though snakes are
unquestionably biblical,

I already know what I want
my third miracle to be.

Do you remember when I got
revenge on Mr. Honey, lo, those many years ago?

When he tried to ban
my back-to-school party?

Yeah, but, Cheryl,
bees are not in my repertoire.

I'm highly allergic.

Fear not, Kev.

As a girl, Nana Rose,
was an avid beekeeper.

She taught me
all her apian secrets.

Okay.

[video call ringing]

What do you want, Chadwick?

I just got wind
of your auction.

It pains me to see you
so desperate for funds.

So I'm double-checking...

Are you sure you don't
want in on my amazing deal?

Surely you've heard
of CopterCab.

The helicopter taxis
that fly one-percenters

to Marcia's Vineyard
for private parties?

That's you?

It is. I'm more
of a silent partner.

So do want in or not?

Your father's also
working with me.

As a matter of fact,
I killed it at my auction.

So much so, that all
of your swindled investors are paid in full.

Just in time for the SEC,
I might add.

So, no, I don't want in
on your little scheme.

Well, listen,
CopterCab's going public.

And we're celebrating
at your father's HQ.

Why don't you come by?

Blow off some steam.

You know what?
I might just do that.

Text me the deets,
will you?

Happy to. And we'll
toast to the future.

Looking forward to it.

Goodbye, Chadwick.

You're partying
with that smug nitwit?

What am I missing?

Me, Reggie.

You're missing
the old me.

I've been playing defense,
reacting to Chad's every move.

Well, now that I don't
have to worry about the SEC,

it's time I go
on the offensive,

and take Chad Gekko off
the chessboard of my life, once and for all.

And if Daddy gets caught
in my crosshairs,

so be it.

[water dripping]

Damn. It's good.

[sighs]

[line ringing]

[Samm] Hey, Jones.

Hey, I finished
the novel.

Not... Not a chapter,
not a draft,

I mean, the whole thing.

It is about a budding
young writer at NYU,

just making her way
through the world,

having a lot sex
and partying.

Sounds terrific.

- Send it to me ASAP.
- Yeah, okay.

All right.
Keep an eye out for it.

["Another Night" playing]

♪ You should have called me
Last night ♪

♪ Two days again

♪ I lost like
Leap years tonight ♪

-[exhales]
-[cell phone vibrating]

♪ I'm caving in

♪ And, what do I say to ya?

♪ What could I say to ya?

♪ What should I say
To keep you on my side, man? ♪

♪ And I can't go on like it

♪ I won't go on like it

♪ I can't go on
Like it's all in my mind ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't wanna be
Working another night ♪

♪ And I don't wanna be
Wasting your time ♪

[cell phone thuds]

[sighs wearily]

[message beeps]

♪ My shadow...

[Jackson] You're really going
through with this?

Telling our business
to a military tribunal?

There's no easy path
through this, Eric.

So I'm doing
what feels most right.

Going on behalf of myself
and the families

that want me
to advocate for their brothers, their sons and their fathers.

And I hope
you'll go with me.

You don't understand.

You weren't the only grunt
Taylor brought into his tent because of that mission.

He said it was going to be
our moment of glory,

and that there'd be a big
promotion in it for me.

All I had to do was what
I was trained to as a sniper.

Find a clear line of fire
and take out that warlord.

In our briefing,
General Taylor said

our target was the only thing
that mattered.

But my platoon's safety should
have been my top priority.

We were vulnerable.

And I knew it.

And when you went
to call for support,

I left our unit
unprotected to carry out General Taylor's orders.

And I got to
tell you, Sarge,

a part of me thinks
that's why I lost my leg.

As a punishment
for how I betrayed you and the others.

No, you didn't do
anything wrong.

And I'll keep you
out of it, Eric, I swear.

You were used by the General
the same way I was.

But you're done fighting,
Corporal.

Let me bring
this home for you.

It would be my honor.

Behold Cheryl Blossom,

- as she prepares her
third and final miracle. -[bees buzzing]

The taming
of the bees.

Witness as her purity keeps
her porcelain skin safe

from these vicious,
spiteful creatures.

[Penelope] This is nothing
but a farce.

I pray you, do not fall
victim to her deceit.

For if you do, this ministry
shall become nothing but a sham.

Brothers and sisters,
we find ourselves at a crossroads.

Allow me
to be your guide.

Do not listen
to this heretic.

Who are you going
to put your faith in,

Cheryl, who shared the womb
with Jason the Divine,

or her mother, a whoremonger,
an escaped convict?

Lies. Lies, all of it--

[Cheryl] Mother, enough!

-[bees buzzing loudly]
- Begone from my temple,

or I will smite thee.

For I am Cheryl Blossom,
Queen of the Bees.

[bees continue buzzing loudly]

You look ready
for action.

Feels like I'm about to be
walking into a firing squad.

Nah, Taylor's the one
who should be worried.

You just tell
the tribunal the truth.

[Jackson] And I'll be there
to back you up.

Eric...

[chuckles]

I told you,
you don't have to do this.

I couldn't sleep
last night thinking

I left my brothers
high and dry once...

and I won't
desert you again.

I want to testify.
Don't even try to talk me out of it. [chuckles]

I wouldn't dream of it.

[both chuckle]

[door opens]

Well, boys, we did it.

In exactly one hour,
CopterCab will be the publicly-traded

future of aero-entertainment,

and we will be even richer men.

- Cheers.
-[all laughing]

[Veronica] Amen to that.

Veronica. What is this?

Oh, Chadwick, if you're going
to be one of the big boys

you need to party
like a big boy.

Isn't that right, Daddy?

So I invited some
good-time girls. Hope that's all right.

[men exclaim in excitement]

Differences aside,

CopterCab is a brilliant
business idea, Chad.

And for the first time
in a long time,

- you've impressed me.
- Hmm.

[clicks tongue]

But for now...

Who wants some bubbly?

[all laughing]

[pop song playing]

Uh, your mom tells me you're
working on the Lonely Highway?

Yeah, by dressing
like Polly

and pretending to be
a hitchhiker.

Is that safe?

Probably not, Jughead.

But I'm running out
of ideas, so...

What did you want
to talk about?

[sighing grimly] Um...

I wanted
to apologize, actually...

for that voicemail
that I left.

I don't remember
all of it... [scoffs]

or even most of it,

uh, but I know it was horrible.

And, uh...

I'm just sorry

Why now,
after half a decade?

[chuckles softly]

That's one of my steps.

Trying to just clean up
my side of the track.

And I...

I'm in recovery.

In case it's not obvious.

[Jughead gulps]

I'm an alcoholic.

An addict.

I think
I'm an addict, too.

Maybe a better word
is compulsive

because I can't stop hunting
for the Trucker Killer.

I'm on the highway 24/7
when I should be at home

with my mom,
taking care of her.

Yeah,
but your sister's missing.

No, it's not that.

It's...

It's more than that.

And it's sort of been
my MO lately.

What do you mean?

Even when I was a Yale

I was trying to be
a normal freshman.

Go on dates, make friends,

do extracurriculars,
but I don't know, it just all felt so...

[inhales]

Empty.

Classic Cooper.

[sniffs]

You solved, like, eight
mysteries in high school

and you were
still valedictorian.

But the void that I was so
desperately trying to fill

didn't go away
when I got to Quantico.

Which is when I
really realized that...

I am more comfortable
studying serial killers

than I am socializing
with normal people.

And...

And then I read about TBK.

The Trash Bag Killer.

That was, uh...

That was a nasty
piece of work.

That's why I wasn't
at your book release party.

I wanted to go,
but I got the offer that night

and I had to choose you
or the TBK task force.

That's all
ancient history.

[glasses clink]

[gulps]

I'm consumed by them.

TBK. The Trucker Killer.

Betty, I think...

you should probably
take a break...

from all that, you know?

Maybe stop hunting for a bit.

I don't think I can.

[cell phone vibrating]

I'm sorry, can I?
Just real quick.

- Hey, Samm--
- I just finished your book.

It's incredible!

Best thing you've
ever written by far.

[groans]
I can't do this, Samm...

I didn't write that book.

[sighs] A grad student
named Cora

gave it to me
to read.

Wait a minute.
What are you saying to me right now?

That there's no novel?

Not even a wisp.

And a plagiarist, to boot.

Listen...

I know you have some life
things going on right now,

but I'm going to have
to drop you as a client.

Yeah. I figured as much.

You're a good writer, kid.

I hope you can
pull it together.

[Jughead] I...

I'll send you--
I'll send you Cora's info.

I'm sure she'll be thrilled
to hear from you.

Okay.

Sorry, that was--

[dance song playing]

-♪ No, no, no
-♪ Come on

♪ I got my mind set
Heading for the top... ♪

[Veronica] You really struck
a gold mine here.

I should've never
doubted you.

I don't know
what I was thinking.

You weren't.

But that's okay.

Because you're here now.

Probably my finest hour.

Gekko, we have a problem.

My Boysenberry's
blowing up.

There's something wrong
with the CopterCab stock.

It's crashing--

No, it could crash--

- It's in freefall.
- What the hell is going on?

Chad, were you
in a helicopter crash that you paid to cover up?

'Cause The Wall Beat
Journaljust published an article about it.

You can't be a part
of CopterCab

if you crashed
a helicopter, Chad.

It's a bad look, yes.

Which is, of course why
you were a silent partner.

What did you do?

Planted the story
at The Wall Beat Journal with a reporter friend,

then came here
to distract you and your entourage

while CopterCab
went down in flames.

Veronica, you little--

I'm going to stop you
right there, Chad.

Because whatever
you think I am,

doesn't come close
to what you are.

Which is scum.

A worthless,
pathetic little worm.

You stole money
from your investors to, what?

Finance CopterCab?

But what a surprise.

In the end,
you couldn't pull it off.

[chuckles]

That's your problem
in a nutshell.

You can't land anything.

You'll never
be an alpha, Chad.

You're a born beta.
And everybody who invested in this scheme,

you backed
a losing horse, boys.

You too, Daddy.

Oh, please, mija.

I only invested
a modest sum in CopterCab.

You may have destroyed
these clowns.

But not me.

Oh, Daddykins.

You're in for a rude
awakening.

Later, when you're alone,
give your SoDale model another look-see.

I think you'll find that
you've lost much more than you realize.

Come on, ladies.

Let's get out of here.
This party's over.

[Tabitha] Hey, Jughead.

You okay?
I just mentioned free food and you didn't salivate.

Yeah, just worried
about Betty, you know.

Yeah, I can imagine.

[ballad playing]

But I'm also worried
about you.

And your recovery.

I smelled booze
on your breath when you came in.

[sighs]

Yeah, I had
sort of a backslide.

Jughead, I know that you
want to help Betty,

but you need
to focus on you.

She's out there alone
on the Lonely Highway.

I'm... I'm sure.
But don't worry about Betty.

I'll take care of her.

Your priority is you.

Okay?

You know
I'm a drunk, right?

I'm a terrible busboy.

Why are you so
nice to me?

Because you're my friend.

And I care about you.

So will you promise me
that you'll keep going to your meetings?

Yeah. Yes, yes, I promise.

Good.

So tell me,
what's going on with Betty?

[blows sharply]

[exhales]

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

[phone ringing]

Hello. Yeah,
this is Archie Andrews.

Okay.

Understood.
Thank you so much.

Bye.

[hangs up phone]

Guys, that was a JAG officer
with the verdict.

Hurry up, Sarge, before I hurl.

"The tribunal has determined
that Corporal Eric Jackson was following the direct

and explicit orders
of his commanding officer

and therefore is not guilty
of any wrongdoing

and remains in good
standing with the US Army."

What about General Taylor?

His actions were
determined to be reckless and of poor judgment.

He was driven by his own
self-interests

and therefore he's being
discharged without honors.

The Army got it right.

So... It's over?

It's over.

[footsteps approaching]

[knocking on door]

- Tabitha-
- Jughead told me what you're doing, Betty.

And it's dangerous
and it's reckless.

And no matter what I say,
you're not going to stop.

I know that.

So...

- I'm going with you.
- Come again?

I'm getting changed
and I'm going with you.

Oh, and by the way,
my participation is not negotiable.

You boys did it!

[all chuckling]

You should be proud.

I am proud to have served
with the bravest men that I've ever known.

Here's to our fallen
band of brothers.

To their service,
to their sacrifice.

Gone, but never forgotten.

- Never.
- Never.

[Kevin sighs] Cheryl,

I have to ask,
how did you manage those bees

once they were
outside the tank?

Did you rub some special
insect-repelling ointment all over your body?

The truth?

Uh...

I didn't have any ointment
on any part of my body.

What are you saying?

Something inside me
has shifted, Kevin.

Something powerful,

something... [chuckles]
I can't explain.

But I'm feeling more connected
to things than I have in years.

[chuckles] I'm not saying I'm
the first-ever living saint.

But what if I am?

What if I,
Cheryl Marjorie Blossom,

am the holiest
of holies?

Wouldn't that be miraculous?

My name
is Jughead Jones...

I used to be seven days sober,
but now, I'm back down to one.

I hope to make it
to eight this time.

Tonight, I'm worried about
a couple of friends,

but I'm also trying to accept
the things I cannot change.

And I'm grateful to you all.

[truck honking]

And if there is some
higher power,

man, I hope it's looking
down upon them tonight,

and keeping them safe.

I don't know why,
but I've got this really bad feeling

about what happens next.

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