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Portrait of a town in flames,

thanks to a fire
extinguisher Mr. Andrews

kept stored in the hall closet,

and another one under the kitchen sink.

What could have been a
suburban inferno was instead

nearly the latest indication of how far

the now non-existent town
of Riverdale had fallen.

An arsonist on the loose

and no firemen to battle the fires.

Archie...

You see this guy in the front?

That is my Grandpa Ardy.

He was a fireman back in the day.

Oh, geez. I know where this is going.

The best counterattack is
not to fight fire with fire

but to fight fire
with a fire department.

What, no mano-a -mano with Hiram Lodge?

I called Ronnie. She's
gonna talk to him.

Oh, Ronnie is. That's interesting.

You see this rookie?

He ended up becoming Riverdale's
fire chief for 20 years.

He's retired now but he
still lives in Riverdale.

Well, go get 'em, soldier.

I'm hoping we already know
the answer, Dr. Curdle Jr,

but...

Is this my sister's body?

Your sister's been missing for a week.

These remains have been in Swedlow Swamp

for approximately three years.

The bog preserved her.

Well, do you have a cause of death yet?

At first blush,

blunt force trauma to the head.

What happens to the body now, to her?

Without identification,

she'll be sent to the
crematorium for disposal.

Dr. Curdle, will you just wait a beat

while I do some digging
for her identity?

- Of course.
- Right. I'm going back to Swedlow Swamp.

Polly, or at least her
phone is still out there.

Daddy, someone set fire to
Archie's house last night

and this attack has your
fingerprints all over it.

Now, why would I want to burn
down the Andrews' family home?

The rash of arson cases around town

is meant to drive any remaining
long-term residents away,

so you're precious SoDale
becomes the only game in town.

Am I getting warm, Daddy?

Riverdale can't be saved.

Your high school is a joke.

Heck, you haven't had
garbage pickups in months.

The place smells like a corpse.

It's not coming back to life.

We'll see about that, Daddy.

This just became personal.

Wow.

Was I ever that young?

Feels like a lifetime ago.

It doesn't have to be, Chief Russell.

You could come out of retirement.

This town needs a fire department.

Hiram Lodge didn't just
shut down the department.

He firebombed the fire house.

Then we'll operate out of my gym.

And I'll be the first volunteer
following in my Grandpa Ardy's footsteps.

It was an honor working
with your Grandpa, Archie.

But this is a young man's battle.

Well, well, well, if it isn't
Miss. Winchester herself.

You come for another
surprise visit, Cheryl?

Thank you for taking
care of the River Vixens

whilst I was self-isolating.

But, as Elton John likes to say,

"The bitch is back in town"
and the squad is my birthright.

Wrong. The Vixens are mine now, hon.

I restarted them, I'm financing them,

and we've been doing all the work.

So what are you gonna do about that?

What every Vixen throughout history
has done to settle a dispute...

Challenge you to a dance off.

- I'm pregnant.
- Does that mean you forfeit?

I'll dance for Ms. Topaz

as her proxy.

You know, I usually have a rule about
annihilating high school students

but you seem particularly insufferable.

Now let's decide this.

All those in favor of moi

as your HPIC.

And all those for me?

A tie. In that case,

I'd be willing to share
control of the Vixens,

if your ego could handle that.

Agreed... for now.

Why are you buffoons just standing
there? Take it from the top.

Well, I spoke with my father
and of course, he denies

having anything to do with
setting your porch on fire, Archie.

Figures.

And I spoke to the old fire chief

and he won't help.

So, now I have no fire engine,

no volunteers and no one to train them.

I could maybe help with that.

My best friend Katy
Keene's roommate Jorge,

his ex-boyfriend is an
actual New York firefighter.

Let me see if I can get him
out here for a day or two.

Ronnie, that would
be amazing. Thank you.

In the meantime, after my
tete-a-tete with dear old Daddy,

I came up with a crazy idea

to bolster Riverdale's
struggling economy.

Listen up, guys. This week you're going

to learn how to revive a dying economy.

Namely, ours.

Step one, create jobs.

Who wants to renovate a CD-video
store and turn it into a jewelry shop

and to be exempt from the mid-term exam?

Tabitha, check this out.

I spent the afternoon at the library.

Found an article about Old
Man Dreyfuss in the script.

"Four of the five minors
detailed an encounter

with a frightening humanoid creature

they described as a Mothman."

- Well, he wasn't lying.
- Or he was lying to you now

and they were lying back then.

Except, I kept looking for more
articles and I found that one

written two months
after the Mothman one.

"A group of residents
in the town of Riverdale

were stunned late last month

as they watched a
mysterious sight unfold."

Unexplained lights materializing,
hovering in the dark sky."

Read the last paragraph. Do you
see who's quoted as an eye witness?

No way.

Think you can get me an interview?

Hey, Sarge, nice digs.

Jackson.

When did you get released
from the hospital?

A couple of days ago.

I signed up for the program the VA
was offering, the therapeutic housing.

Why? You don't need that, do you?

Some of us need help
transitioning to civilian life.

- Yes.
- I'm sorry. No. I'm happy for you.

Figured I'd take you up on
your invitation before I go.

Well, your timing's perfect.

I'm just about to go to the
bar to meet some friends.

Why don't you come inside? Drop
your stuff off and then we'll go?

So I went through all the archives

in the Sheriff's office, Dr. Curdle,

and there was only one missing
person file in the last seven years.

Margaret Harper.

I'm sorry, Ms. Cooper, but Margaret
Harper isn't a match, either.

According to this police report,

Margaret had braces at the
time of her disappearance.

There's no evidence of
braces on our Jane Doe.

Okay...

So she's not Polly or Margaret.
She's a third missing girl.

And three is a pattern.

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Guys, this is Eric Jackson.

We served together. I
trust him with my life.

- Eric, these are the guys.
- Nice to meet you, fellas.

Jackson, thank you for your service.

- My dad served as well.
- No greater honor.

So, I'm looking for a few good men.

Story of my life.

I'm hoping to assemble a
volunteer fire department

to replace the one
Hiram Lodge disbanded.

Guys who aren't afraid to run into
a burning building and save lives.

So...

Figured I'd start with you guys.

We don't know the first
thing about firefighting.

Except for what I
learned watching Backdraft

over and over in junior high.

That is why Veronica is
getting an expert from New York.

It's going to be fun.
Trust me. So who's with me?

Civilians.

Thank you for coming in, Ms. Harper.

I don't want to reopen old wounds

but I was working on
another missing persons case

when I came across your daughter's file.

Margaret was a bright girl.

But she fell in with the wrong crowd.

- Were you and Margaret close?
- Not so much.

I think she

felt like she couldn't talk to me

once she...

She started going with the truckers.

Ms. Harper, what do you believe
happened to your daughter?

I have no idea.

Which in a way makes it so much worse.

Yeah. I understand.

Sheriff Keller did what he could.

But he was one man

and the whole town was falling apart.

There was a social worker

named Toni.

She was a godsend.

Well, well, well, if
it isn't Cheryl Blossom.

I'd heard rumors that Queen Elsa

had come down from the mountain.

It was a Vixens emergency.

Well, how are your
art skills these days?

Flawless as ever. Why?

I want you to design something for me,

something that would fit
on this printing plate.

I was a cavalry scout,

before being selected for sniper school.

By the time I graduated,

I could bullseye a
playing card at 500 meters.

Right, guys. Last question
for Corporal Jackson.

Ask him anything.

What was the Commander like in the army?

I'll show you.

I got this nifty hunk of metal

from a grenade on the battlefield.

But if it weren't for your commander,

I'd have been sent home in a body bag.

Sergeant Andrews

is the kind of man that
never stops giving back.

Hell, that's why he's trying to start

a volunteer fire department on his own.

Wait. Can we help with that?

What, with the fire department?

No, you got school and football.

With due respect, so do you, sir.

Damn.

My own friends turned me
down and you guys are in?

Yeah.

Okay, then.

But you have to be 16 to sign up and
you need your parent's permission.

What's this, Ms. Lodge?

Prototypes.

The real money will be
printed, not photocopied.

So,

there was a town in Oregon on
the verge of economic collapse,

much like our beloved Riverdale.

Until they started
printing their own money.

Money they could use as actual
currency but only in their town,

so it keeps getting
reinvested in the town.

- How does that work?
- Simple.

I pay you for remodeling my
jewelry shop with River dollars

which you then funnel back
into Riverdale's economy

by spending it at Pop's or the Bijou.

- And they'll accept it?
- Yes.

Which they can either redeem with me,

or hopefully, use it to
pay their own employees

to keep the flow going.

I've already sold one of my
Glamerge eggs for $50,000,

which will serve as collateral
for the new currency.

It's an investment I'm happy to make,

especially if it gets people
in the habit of spending more

and supporting local
businesses in Riverdale.

- Any questions?
- Yeah.

When do we get paid?

Mom?

I found Polly's phone.

No sign of her,

but I found this in the swamp.

That means Swedlow Swamp is exactly
where we should keep looking.

Betty Cooper. What can I get you?

Toni, does the name "Margaret
Harper" mean anything to you?

Yeah. She went missing a few years ago.

Yeah. I've been looking
for Polly, as you know,

and I came across Margaret's file.

And I talked to her mom who
said that you really helped her.

I mean, I tried to.

The truth is, there's a lot
of Margarets in Riverdale.

She's just one of the few that
went missing and got reported.

- Yeah.
- I try to set them up with jobs or

a support group,

- but it's hard, you know.
- Of course.

Toni,

I found a body in Swedlow Swamp.

- Oh, my God.
- It wasn't Polly.

It wasn't Margaret,

but my mom found Polly's phone there.

Something really bad is
happening in that swamp

and we need your help searching it.

All the Serpents are
at your disposal, Betty.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming to meet with us, Pop.

No problem.

Any excuse to visit the Chock'lit
Shoppe now that I'm retired.

So about that article we called you for,

the one with the lights,

you were quoted on it and I was
wondering if you remember what happened.

Clear as day.

It was one night about 50 years ago.

It was late.

There were probably

five or six people in the diner.

Here you go. And here you go.

Two World Famous burger combos. Enjoy.

Then all of a sudden,

you could feel this... I don't know,

electricity in the air.

We all walked out to the
parking lot to take a look.

Then, a few minutes later,

lights were gone

and it was just a
beautiful autumn night.

That's incredible, Grandpa.

- What do you think it was?
- We all had theories.

Some said aliens.

But the most credible
explanation I heard

was that it was military testing

from an army base outside Riverdale.

Did it ever happen again?

- The lights?
- No.

But I'll tell you,

a part of me wished

the lights would come back.

I just got goosebumps.

You know who else was here
that night you should talk to?

- Who?
- Who?

Cheryl's grandmother.

- Nana Blossom?
- Yeah.

Welcome to day one of Riverdale's
volunteer fire academy.

Today's your first day of training

with a real firefighter
from New York City

who's gonna help get us into shape.

Bernardo Brigsby from Engine
141, the floor is yours.

Thanks, Archie.

So show of hands, how many of you

have had prior
experience fighting fires?

That's okay. We're gonna start
with the most important lesson.

You must work as a team.

No one goes into a
burning building alone.

A team is only as strong
as its weakest link.

And in my crew,

there are no weak links.

Why is Veronica printing Monopoly
money with her face on it?

Relax. You will still
get your normal pay check.

This is Mad Money to spend in Riverdale,

like here or at the Bijou, or...

Whiskey.

You better make that a double.

I've seen a porcelain doll
possessed by my deceased brother

move faster than you lot.

What the hell is this, Cheryl?

Vixen's practice, obvi.

We need to be doing two days if you
want to avoid public embarrassment.

We're supposed to be coaching together.

But clearly, you went behind my
back and scheduled a practice.

Well, I knew you'd cause
a scene like this, Toni.

Duh.

Vixens, call Nurse Nightingale.

Cheryl, this ends now.

Vixens, like Blossoms,

are forged in fire.

Hmm. Wow. That sounds like
something your mother would say.

Careful where thoust treads, Toni.

You're on thin ice.

That's far enough.

Every one of you is
trespassing on private property.

Retreat immediately or
face the consequences.

Hiram,

my daughter's missing.

She might be somewhere in your swamp.

Alice, as a father, I feel your pain,

but I can't have people
wandering through here.

All of this is going
to be my new turnpike.

It's also a crime scene.

Well, if it is, it's not
your jurisdiction, Sheriff.

Well, I'm with the FBI.

So the FBI is declaring
this a crime scene.

Oh, I think you're gonna need
better than that badge you got

out of a Jacker Crack box, Betty.

In the meantime, off my property.

Now.

Nana Rose, my grandfather claimed

that you were at the
Chock'lit Shoppe 50 years ago

when a bright light appeared in the sky.

Oh, yes, I remember it well.

My suspicion is that the light
came from the Mothman ship.

The Mothman... again.

A few weeks after the incident,

I found a hideously misshapen body

in the Maple Forest.

A Mothman corpse?

An autopsy was performed.

An autopsy... Like an alien autopsy?

Nana Rose, why has no one
heard about this before?

The Mothman didn't want
us talking about it.

You spoke to them?

Well, they came to Thornhill

looking for their missing friends.

They don't like to be known.

And they didn't like me
keeping their deceased either.

I told them it had been cremated.

Had it been cremated?

No.

I kept it.

Perfectly preserved in
a barrel of maple syrup.

I could try to find it
for you, if you like.

Congratulations.

We've successfully introduced
50,000 River dollars

into our town's economy.

So what's next?

We pump more money in.

Exactly. But how much more?

Another thousand?

- Ten thousand?
- Ten thousand.

Wrong.

If we flood the market with new bills,

we risk inflation

or triggering a run on
the bank, which is me.

And since I'm the one on the hook,

I say we build our
economy slow and steady.

Very clever, mi hija.

Daddy.

I'm in the middle of a class.

I'm sorry for interrupting,

but I had to congratulate
you on your newest enterprise,

plastering your face over currency.

Even at my most audacious,

that thought never occurred to me.

Well, it's a good thing.
I've never limited myself

to what you thought possible.

- Hmm.
- Now, if you'll excuse me...

Oh, wait. You and
Archie, printing money,

starting a fire department.

Who does such things?

We believe in Riverdale,

and we're bringing it back.

Now really, Daddy, take a hike.

Where were we?

So then Sarge over here decides
to try and feed this stray dog

outside the outpost.

Now, this dog looked
more like a wolf to me.

Don't believe him, it was a dog.

How big are we talking?

Well, timber wolf size.

Anyways, so Sarge pours out this MRE

out onto his hand, sticks
it through the fence

then the dog almost bites his arm off.

Show 'em your scars, Arch.

Afternoon, sir.

How can we help you?

I thought this place was shut down.

It was. We reopened it.

Now it's going to house a
new volunteer fire department.

Do you live on Sketch Alley?

I do.

Name's Earl.

We haven't had a fire
department in a long time.

A lot of buildings
burned down because of it.

Well, things are changing.

We're going to make
this town better for you,

your friends, for everyone.

Heard that talk before.

Hope you can back it up.

Come on, Glen. There has to
be someone you can send my way.

Betty, you have a Jane Doe

and two missing girls
with problematic histories.

You got to let the
local police handle this.

It's one Sheriff, Glen, up
against a rich psychopath

who won't let us search his land.

- So I'm begging you...
- Betty.

He's back.

The Trash Bag Killer.

What?

TBK has reemerged, in Tulsa, we think.

How many...

Are there any victims?

Two, so far.

Look, why don't you send me what
you've got and I'll see what I can do.

No, Glen.

Uh...

You focus on TBK.

Catch that bastard,
okay? I'm going to handle

everything here myself,
and I'll check in with you.

Damn it, Betty! We warned you.

You're trespassing on private property.

I'm not going anywhere.

My sister is missing, other
girls too. My mom is suffering.

And it's because of your
boss that I'm the only person

out here who can do anything about it.

So if you want to stop me,
you're gonna have to shoot me.

Wait.

I found something while
patrolling the swamp.

But cone of silence,

Hiram can never know I told you.

Okay. You have my word.

Cone of silence.

What is it?

Another body.

Cadet Burns! When O2 rapidly enters

an oxygen-depleted
environment causing explosion,

what is that phenomenon called?

A backdraft, sir!

Correct! Your reward is 30 more pushups.

Next question...

- You guys the fire department?
- Trying to be.

The pool hall's burning down.

What, right here on the alley?

- Let's move!
- Grab the hose. Go, go!

We got eyes on a
connection, right there.

Get the hose hooked up!
Arch, you get everyone back.

Earl's in there. My friend
Earl is still inside.

Arch, don't even think about it.

- No, Arch.
- Archie, stop!

Mi hija, has the Treasury Department
shown up to arrest you yet?

Daddy, that River dollar
bill you had in your fist,

where did you get that?

You know, it's amazing
what you find in the trash

when there's no one
around to collect it.

I knew it.

So now you're printing fake
River dollars to sabotage me?

Are you accusing me of
counterfeiting your counterfeit money?

My numbers aren't adding up,
and my numbers always add up.

Someone is flooding the economy
with money I didn't print.

Which, of course, devalues
the money you did print.

It's funny how economics
works, isn't it?

As Archie would say, Daddy, you suck.

Where did you find
this body, Ms. Cooper?

I didn't exactly. An
associate did in the swamp.

And I know it's not Polly, but is it...

Margaret Harper?

Yes. The telltale braces
are present on her teeth.

Likely cause of death, trauma.

The left side of her
body was pulverized.

As if with a wrecking ball.

Oh, my God.

Wherefore are my precious Vixens?

I cancelled practice.

We need to talk.

For starters, they're
our Vixens, as we agreed.

Fine, fine, fine.

They're our Vixens. Happy now?

No, I wasn't gonna do this, Cheryl,

but I'm officially calling you out.

You've gotten away
with murder in this town

because of your money
and your privilege.

And I know you've been through
hell and back time and again.

But that doesn't give you a right to be

a holy terror in this
town for no reason.

As if you have any idea
what it's been like for me,

holed up in Thornhill
for the last seven years.

Oh, spare me. This
isn't Drag Me to Hell.

You cursed yourself.

And what you're doing
isn't some grand sacrifice.

It's selfish.

Oh, so now funding
the school is selfish?

Money alone isn't going to
solve the problems of this town.

There are people out here every
single day putting in real work.

And I'm not going to let you take
over the Vixens for reasons of vanity

or revenge.

Cheryl, I want you out here with us
on the ground, one of the good guys.

But you're going to have
to take a good hard look

in the mirror and get it together first.

Your cruelty is beyond words.

Nana Rose, I need your wisdom.

My heart has once again been shattered.

Oh, Miss Marple.

To what do we owe this pleasure?

Ms. Blossom, I went to
sell your brother's portrait

and made the most disturbing
yet fascinating discovery.

It was a forgery.

A very skillful forgery.

And before I call the authorities,
I thought we should chat.

Don't you agree?

What did Bernardo say, Sarge?

Rule number, one don't run
into a burning building alone.

You're never going to let
me live this down, are you?

No, sir.

Now, the good news is, you're okay.

And you managed to save that man's life.

Do we know what started the fire yet?

No. I mean, it's an old building.

It wasn't up to code.

Still, it's hard not to think it was...

Arson. Probably started by Hiram Lodge.

Wait. Who's Hiram Lodge?

He used to be mayor.

Now he's building a
new town next to here

and doing everything he can to try and

run the rest of us
stragglers out of here.

Another fat-cat lining his
pockets by gaming the system.

Welcome to Riverdale.

All right, I'll see you fellas.

- Bye, Sheriff.
- Yeah.

Man, screw that Hiram guy.

That's okay, Eric.

This is just how life is, for now.

No, it's how life always is.

Guys like us are just cannon
fodder for scumbags like Hiram.

That guy you pulled out of the
building, Earl, he's one of us.

A vet. Another grunt who got chewed up

and spit out by corporate greed.

Man, what the hell are
we fighting for over there

if this is what happens
to us when we come home?

A second body. They found
a second body in the swamp.

How do you think they did that, Reggie?

I don't know, boss. It's a big swamp.

But this is not the hill to die on.

No, no, no, the turnpike,

just like the rest of SoDale,
is a necessary smokescreen.

I know.

But you could either be a villain
and pour concrete over the swamp

or you could be a hero and
let them search it properly.

Sure, the turnpike gets
delayed, but who cares?

We both know that's
not the real end game.

You make a good point, Reggie.

We'll acquiesce to the Cooper ladies.

Let them wade into the muck awhile.

I'll make the call.

We're so, so sorry, Diana.

But you're...

You're sure it's my Margaret?

Yeah, it's her.

- No question.
- All these years...

at least, at least now
I know where she is.

I can say goodbye.

Who hurt her?

We don't know yet, Miss Harper.

My sister's also missing.

Other girls, too.

And so I swear to you,

we will find out who did this.

- Wait. That's not...
- It is.

Yeah. A special delivery
courtesy of Nana Rose Blossom

straight from the Twilight Zone.

Damn, the smell alone!

That's maple syrup and decay.

It's like a rotting tooth.

It could be anything, Jughead.

It could be... It could be human bones

mixed with fake synthetic bones or...

Or it's a mothman.

- It's... It's...
- We're not experts.

- This person is, though.
- Who?

This is Dr. Diana Whitley.

She's an anthropology
professor at Centerville U.

She specializes in ancient cultures

and urban legends

and extraterrestrial phenomenon.

I say we call her and see if
she'll come here and examine this

and tell us what we're dealing with.

So what, in the meantime,
it's just business as usual,

while a xenomorph melts
in my diner's back room?

I'll take the night shift. I'll
make sure that no one comes in,

and stumbles upon our little friend.

We have to get to the bottom of this.

I suspect my father
has flooded the market

with counterfeit bills,
so we'll have to do

an in-depth forensic accounting,
recall all the River dollars

in circulation and determine
how deep a hole we're in.

But for now, sadly, we'll have
to shut down our operation.

Where did you get those
ink stains on your paws?

And don't say art class.

I want the truth... now.

We printed up ten grand instead of one.

Wow!

So it wasn't my father
who screwed me over.

It was you guys.

You got greedy and triggered
an economic collapse.

Well done class. F's for everyone.

We're sorry.

What can we do?

Well, you're responsible
for that money you printed.

Ten thousand dollars.

And unless you've got a secret stash

of baby Glamerge eggs,
you'll have to work it off

by providing Riverdale
a much-needed service.

- Jackson.
- Earl didn't make it.

No.

Yeah, and I found out more
about your pal Hiram Lodge.

That bastard's done plenty to
deserve what's coming to him.

Jackson, you put that rifle down now.

That's an order!

Sorry, Sarge, but we're
not in the army anymore.

No, I'm sorry.

I won't let you do this.

I won't let you ruin your
life over Hiram Lodge.

My life's already ruined.

I lost my leg fighting in a war
that didn't change a damn thing.

None of us mattered.

Eric, I know this is dark
now, but when you get into

that VA home they'll help you
see that things can get better.

They canceled my slot.

I found out this morning. I needed help.

A lifeline. Man, I'm lost.

Damnit, I'm lost, Eric.

The only reason I'm fighting so hard

to save this town is because it's
the only thing keeping me sane.

I'm white knuckling it out here too.

I promise you.

And my friends don't know

because they wouldn't understand.

What are we gonna do, Sarge?

For a start...

I think you should stay in Riverdale.

The fire department
needs a new commander,

and I can't think of a
better man for the job.

And maybe, maybe we can
help each other stay sane.

It was exactly as Pops said.

Things started to shake.
The jukebox turned on.

- Uh-huh.
- It was 2:00 a.m.

I went outside and there
was this bright white light.

And then I woke up in a
booth and it was 6:00 a.m.

Hours had gone by. I lost time.

It was a dream prompted
by my grandpa's story.

Or is it possible that you were
sleepwalking or had you been drinking?

That's besides the point.

I haven't even gotten
to the craziest part yet.

Will you follow me? Please.

After I woke up, the first
thing I did was come in here.

Oh, my God.

I don't understand.

Me neither, but something very strange

happened in Riverdale last night.

Paying off your debt
while cleaning up the town,

if there ever was a teachable moment.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a delivery to make.

So what's up, guys?

Gossip around the teacher's lounge

is that Weatherbee
nixed your RROTC cadets

from being volunteer firefighters?

Yeah, well, he was pretty pissed

I brought them to a burning building.

Well, we want to sign up like we
should have done in the first place.

I appreciate that,
guys, but it's too late.

Bernardo's back in New York,
there's no one left to train us.

Maybe I can help on that front.

Chief Russell.

Word got around about a crazy hero

running into a burning building alone.

Got to say it inspired me.

Okay, Chief, you're the expert.

What do we need first?

Well, a fire truck
might be nice to have.

You've got to be kidding me.

Ronnie, what the hell!

What?

I wanted to do my civic duty
to help you and hurt my father.

How much do we owe you?

Oh, don't worry. We'll be putting out

a Firefighters of Riverdale
calendar to defray the costs.

But in the meantime,
I just wanted to help.

Anything for you, Archie.

Two young women went missing
on the Lonely Highway.

Margaret Harper and Polly.
We found Margaret's remains

- in Swedlow Swamp,
- Where I found Polly's phone.

And we also found another set of remains

in the swamp belonging to
an unidentified young woman.

And I reached out to sheriff's offices

in the counties that touch
along the Lonely Highway,

asking about any unsolved
missing person's reports,

specifically young women.

They came back with 13 names.

And I've been in touch with
a network of social workers

in towns the Lonely
Highway runs through,

and I got 11 names back,

five of which overlap with Tom's list.

So, we're talking
about 21 missing girls.

How many of them are we going
to find in Swedlow Swamp?

Well, at least Hiram has
agreed to let us search it now.

Twenty-one girls, they
can't all be runaways.

Well, what do you think?

Human trafficking?

Or a serial killer.

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