All language subtitles for Riverdale.US.S06E20.1080p.WEB.h264-GOSSIP - No HIx

On the eve of war,
we gathered in Archie's house.

Percival didn't know that
we were back from the dead,

and that gave us
a slight advantage.

Though he remained
the ultimate man of mystery.

What do we know about Percival
after all this time?

Well, we know he's a magical sorcerer
and his powers are getting stronger

the closer Bailey's Comet
gets to us.

We know that
he's building a ghost train

which will grant him power
over the souls of the dead,

though we don't know how or why
he's planning to use them.

And we know that he sees
Baby Anthony as a major threat

to his future.

We know that the Pickens family
has a long-standing history with Riverdale.

For instance, that horrid
General Augustus Pickens

slaughtered the Uktena tribe
back in the day.

But there is no record of a Percival
in the Pickens family,

at least not
in the Blossom archives.

Before Heraldo died,
he looked into Percival for me,

and he said it's like he didn't even exist
before showing up in Riverdale.

So where the hell
did he come from then?

Drilling down,
what does Percival want?

What does he actually want?
The apocalypse?

No, I think that's only
if he doesn't get what he wants.

What about our powers?

They all appeared at the same time
that Percival showed up.

Is that a coincidence

- or a connection?
- Do you have any theories, Jug?

I mean, I have one
that I'm working on,

but it's too early to discuss.

Okay. We need to be smart
about our next move.

We need a plan.

Strategize.

In the meantime,
we should make Percival believe

that it's business
as usual in Riverdale.

In that case, I should
head over to the casino.

Percival's staying
in one of my champagne suites.

And Reggie is still working
with him,

so maybe I can try
to suss him out.

Okay. Be careful, Ronnie.

Always am, Archie.

Sweet cousin,

you need to pay
a visit to Thorn hill

posthaste.

Someone very near and dear
to your heart wants to see you.

What are you talking about?
Who does?

Look, I'll tell you,
but you can't lose your mind.

And you mustn't breathe
a word about this to anyone.

Okay?

Okay, so what is this
theory of yours?

So I told Tabitha
about the other Jughead,

the mysterious plate of Pop's food
that materialized out of nowhere.

My other strange visitors.

Okay, so you think
that you opened up a portal?

Yes. One there
and one there.

How?

Well, I've been doing
some research. Here.

Read, starting at this
yellow sticky.

There's a theory
that some mind readers

aren't really reading minds,
but opening portals

into people's psychic landscapes
and stepping through them.

Which is what it feels
like I've been doing.

Okay. So you think that
you're not just a mind reader,

but also a portal opener?

Yeah, in the same way
that you thought

you were a time traveler,
but you're actually an angel.

And, and, and when your powers
were going crazy,

You-you think that you unconsciously
opened up portals down here.

Hmm.

But to where?

I'm not sure,
but it's someplace

where there is someone
that looks exactly like me.

Like another Jughead.

And there's another Pop's, too.

And I was hearing voices and they sounded
a lot like our friends' voices.

And there's a typewriter
typing too.

Are you talking
about another dimension?

Yeah. I didn't want
to say that word, but yes,

and I think
we should explore it.

But, Jughead, we're getting ready
for a war in this dimension.

I know I know that, Tabitha,
but our powers started manifesting

after that big explosion
at Archie's, right?

That was the epicenter.

And then the first time
that any of us saw Percival

was Archie at his house.

Percival has these
supernatural powers.

Now, a lot of us do, too.

I think there's a connection
between the explosion,

our powers
and Percival's arrival.

I just... I'm not sure...

that we'll find them here
in Riverdale.

Do you want to go
dimension hopping with me?

Alice, thank
you so much for seeing me.

Of course. What can I do
for you, Mr. Mayor?

Well, my inevitable victory
is almost upon us.

And I wanted to document
my history for posterity.

By granting me an exclusive
sit-down interview,

Barbara Walters style?

Exactly.

And afterwards, RIVW can broadcast
the live execution

of three traitors to our cause.

Reggie and Marty Mantle
and Kevin Keller.

Come again?

Alice.

We are on the verge of war.

We must now instill terror
and exert absolute control.

Besides,
think of the ratings.

Sugar?

What is going on here?

Are those guillotines?

You need to leave, Miss Lodge.

You've been barred
from the premises.

Excuse me. This is my casino.

Not anymore.

In your absence, the board of directors
had a no confidence vote

and you were relieved
of your duties, effective immediately.

The scheme reeks of Reggie.
Where is he?

Unfortunately,
he's currently indisposed.

All right, then.
Let me talk to Percival.

Mayor Pickens is very busy
with an important interview,

but he did authorize us
to remove you from the casino

should you show up.

By any means necessary.

Fine.

I'm leaving.

- Betty!
- Polly.

It's like
opening a door.

It's like opening a door.

Like opening a door...

Hello, darkness,
my old friend.

Well... you first.

Whoa, whoa!
What the hell are you doing here?

- You can't be in this universe.
- Okay.

Hi.

Are you the person
that's been going

through my portals
and stealing my stories?

I'm sorry.

Steal your stories?

Everything you've been writing,
you have clearly stolen

from what you've overheard
happening here in Rivervale.

Wait, did you just
say Rivervale?

Is that where we are?

Some alternate,
parallel universe?

Yes, Rivervale,
as opposed to your Riverdale.

I think you'd better
start talking.

So this other "Bunker"
Jughead told us about Riverdale

and Rivervale being conjoined
parallel universes.

And how they started
to bleed into each other

and how both would have
self-destructed if the explosion

in Archie's bedroom
hadn't separated the two.

One catch.

See, Rivervale
was feeding off of Riverdale.

Anything that was happening
in Riverdale was also happening

here in Rivervale.

But it was darker.

It was even more
twisted and messed up.

People were dying, the
universes were unstable,

and then they split.

Riverdale was saved,
but I had to stay down here

and keep writing in order
to keep Rivervale going.

Okay, so...

you're like a living battery

- whose imagination fuels this universe?
- Yeah.

That sucks.

Yeah.

And then the portals opened
to Riverdale,

and I heard you typing away.

So, I thought,

oh, I would go and borrow
some of your stories

for inspiration.

But they were all just
recycled stories from Rivervale.

And anyhow,
the portal's closed.

The portal's closed because
someone named Percival Pickens killed me.

That's why we're here.

Percival is trying to take over
or destroy Riverdale.

And we're looking
for information for how to stop him.

I mean, is it possible
that there's another version

of Percival Pickens here
in Rivervale?

Well, not that I know of.

But it's possible.
I don't leave the bunker much.

Like, ever, actually.

There's no paper trail
for Percival in Riverdale.

But maybe there's one here.

We were thinking
about checking out

the Blossom archives.

Maybe they're different here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

No. Uh-uh.
You can't go up there.

Not since the
"Great Forgetting."

Everything in Rivervale
is in a very delicate balance.

Everything is holding
on just so,

and it started
to get nice and quiet.

Well, the opposite is
happening in Riverdale.

Things are getting crazier,
more supernatural.

What if Rivervale
is now bleeding into

and wreaking havoc
in Riverdale?

Be that as it may,
if someone sees you interacting

with your counterparts,

it could precipitate
another crisis.

Well, aren't you
my counterpart?

Uh, technically, no.

There are two Jugheads
in this universe.

Me and another one.

And he's up topside,

he's living his best life

and I have
to toil away down here.

We will be careful.

I'm assuming that Nana
and Cheryl live at Thorn hill still.

So, Nana Blossom,

her consciousness
went into Cheryl's body.

Which is actually Abigail's
immortal body.

- We'll figure it out.
- Yeah.

No, no, no.

That could lead to a string
of cataclysmic events.

That is what we're facing
back in Riverdale.

But do not worry.

We will do our best
to avoid ourselves.

Well, Mr. Mayor.
Where would you like to start?

The year was 1580.

And a ship named the Ruby Pearl
arrived on these fair shores

carrying a motley
assortment of passengers.

Passengers who'd left
the Old World for a myriad of reasons.

In any case,

these hardy settlers founded
the first colonies of the New World

on fertile land by a river
as sweet as it was restorative.

And are you referring
to Sweetwater River?

Mmm.

I was among
those early settlers.

How is that possible?

Patience, Alice.
All will be revealed in time.

Making the journey with me,
were the ancestors of many

who still reside
here today.

Asher Andrews,

Blessing Cooper,

James Jones,

Charity Blossom.

They began building up

Sweetwater Village
like good little workers.

While I, on the other hand,
pursued less wholesome interests.

Witchcraft and sorcery.

Every night,
while my neighbors slept,

I disappeared into the Sweetwater
woods to perform arcane rituals.

And it was on one such night
that my activities

involving a girl
from our settlement

were interrupted
by the untimely arrival

of Asher Andrews.

I was brought before
Sweetwater Village's Council.

Their judgment,
swift and cruel.

I was to be executed
for my crimes.

Left in the woods to die a slow, agonizing
death from starvation and exposure.

And what exactly were
your crimes, Mr. Mayor?

I was trying
to conjure the devil, Alice.

And while
my ritual wasn't completed,

I had succeeded
in getting his attention.

I'll never forget that night.

He told me he'd been
attracted by my spell,

then enticed by my fate.

He offered my freedom
at the price of my soul.

Hey, there.

Feeling better?

Yeah...

Polly, is it really you?

It is.

It's really me.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry for everything.

I'm so sorry
for the fight that we had,

that I wasn't
a better sister to you,

that I wasn't able
to protect you or save you.

Betty.

None of that matters now.

All of that pain,
all that suffering, it just...

fell away.

And I don't need you to explain
or apologize for anything.

You never did anything
to hurt me.

I'm the reason that you died.

And if we hadn't fought...

No, Betty.

I forgive you.

There's nothing to forgive
you for. But I forgive you.

But you don't understand.

They're telling me...

They're telling me that I'm
the Harlot of Babylon, Polly,

and that I won't be able
to get into heaven.

Who?

Who told you that?

It doesn't matter because
it's how I feel about myself.

I've felt
that way before, too.

But I am here to tell you that you
are worth so much more than that.

So please just sit with that
fact and then let it all go.

I don't think I can't.

There's too much...

darkness churning
inside me, Polly.

Just be still.

Be a vessel
and let grace wash over you.

Fill you.

Think about being a good person
because you are one.

As if I wouldn't
be able to access

the Babylonium security cameras
remotely. Idiots.

Okay. Let's see exactly
what's going on in my casino.

Dad! Dad!

- What the hell?
- Dad!

Hey! Help! Help!
We need a medic! Help!

Come on!

What happened?

My dad just had a heart attack.

We gotta
get him to the hospital.

Let us out of the vault
or your boy here dies.

You won't do it.

You're a clown, not a killer.

You're all right with this?

I'm not pointing
the gun at you, Reggie.

I'm trained on Tom.

And he knows that I'm
prepared to pull the trigger

because Tom and I are soldiers.

We know
what we're fighting for.

We're prepared to kill for it.

And die for it.

So, if you don't let Tom
go by the count of three,

you're gonna have his blood
on your hands.

One...

Two...

Don't ever do anything
like that again,

because next time
I'm just gonna shoot.

Come on, Dad.
This isn't you.

This is Percival
controlling you.

You need to fight him.

Look at
the bright side, son.

With this execution,
Percival is going to make you

more famous than you ever
would have gotten on your own.

Oh, my gosh. Jughead! Hi.

Hi.

What's up?

We were hoping to take a look
at the Blossom archives.

- We're doing some research for...
- A new comic book project?

That's so exciting!

But unfortunately, the
Blossom archives got transferred

to Highsmith College
two years ago.

Oh-kay.

Well, in that case,
can we talk to Nana Blossom?

And ask her a few questions.

What happened to her?

When Nana's consciousness
was transferred into Abigail's body,

her old ailments
transferred as well.

So while her body's young, her
brains succumbed to Nana's dementia.

Could you still
go into her mind

and look for anything
she might know about Percival?

Britta, we're going to sit
with Nana for bit.

Do you think you could
brew us some tea?

Anything?

No, it's a lost cause.

And there goes our best shot
to find out

if Nana or any of the Blossoms
knew anything about Percival.

Um, the tea's brewing.

But in the meantime, would
you mind signing these for me?

The Super teens?

I'm a huge fan.

I mean, who isn't?

I have multiple copies
of every issue.

Whoa!

These must be written
by Rivervale's Jughead.

Not the one in the bunker.

The other one.

Do these characters
look familiar to you?

Yeah, and it looks like their powers
correspond to ours back home.

That can't be a coincidence.

It's not. Jughead, look.

Who is this again?

You're joking, right?

That's the Super teens'
archnemesis.

The mad wizard,
Percy the Perverse.

Weird question.

Do I still
do all of my writing at Pop's?

Yeah, in your booth.

It's kind of your thing.

Thanks.

Jay-Jay, it is sublime to be together
again in companionable silence.

But tell me,
are you happy to be back?

I am.

I'm so glad that I don't
have to fight in that war.

What war?

I know why Percival's
building the ghost train.

Jay-Jay spilled the tea whilst
I was painting his portrait.

Turns out Percival's long-dead
relation General Augustus Pickens

is going around the Sweet
Hereafter, drafting dead strapping souls

like my dear brother to fight a war
against the living here in Riverdale.

And Percival's using
the ghost train

to ship them to Riverdale
so he can invade us.

When does Jason think
this is going to happen?

In advance
of Bailey's Comet's arrival.

So then there's still time.

- To do what?
- To build a bomb.

So we can blow up the
train tracks and stop Percival.

It's Veronica.

She may have dug up some intel
from the Babylonium.

So Reggie, Kevin and
Mr. Mantle are all prisoners of war?

Exactly. And given the three guillotines
I spied on the Babylonium stage,

I suspect
they're going to be executed.

Sooner rather than later

if you blow up Percival's
precious train tracks.

Okay. So we need to get them
out first and then blow up the tracks.

I just don't think
that's going to be possible, Archie.

- Hey.
- God!

Are you okay?
How are you feeling?

Definitely not
filled with grace.

Betty, taking stock
of your life,

what exactly
do you think you did

that's so unforgivable?

Okay. Where do I start?

I... killed our family cat
with a rock, Polly.

You were eight.

Caramel was suffering.

Dad was influencing you.

That doesn't make
you a bad person.

So what else?

I know it may sound stupid,
but I still feel awful

about kissing Archie
in high school.

I betrayed Jughead.

I betrayed Veronica.

I broke apart our friend group
right before graduation.

That's definite Harlot of
Riverdale behavior, if you ask me.

Betty, that kiss doesn't
make you a harlot.

Sorry. So liberate yourself
from that, too,

But also forgive yourself for
falling out of love with Jughead.

That happens, and it doesn't
make you a bad person, either.

So what else?

Hmm?

What aren't you telling me?

When Percival was coming at us
with those plagues,

I gave myself a crash course
in all things biblical,

including the Harlot of
Babylon, but also Cain

who was forever
marked by his sin.

The mark of Cain.

I am marked, Polly.

I have been marked since birth.

The MAOA gene.

I wondered
if we'd circle back to that.

I'm evil, Polly.

It's written in my DNA.

You may not think so,
but other people do.

They've told me as much.

You're the evil!

You're the threat!

You're a cold, fake,
duplicitous bitch.

You're one of us.

An American psycho.

Betty, I think I know
something that may help.

Remember what Bunker Jughead said
would happen if we confronted ourselves?

Well, yeah, it would be a catastrophe
if someone saw us together.

Besides, what would I even say?

"Hey, me. Why do all my friends
have the same superpowers

as the people you write
in your comic books?

What are you, a wizard?

Is everyone
in this universal wizard?"

Okay. I have a crazy idea for how
we can get the other Jughead alone.

But we just need to wait for Tabitha...
Rivervale Tabitha to take out the trash

so that I can put her
in a time loop.

Okay.

Okay. You head to our
apartment. Their apartment.

I will get the other Jughead,
and we will meet you there.

So tell me,
did you take the devil's deal?

I did.

After a little negotiation.

You see, I managed to procure from
him my immortality as well as my freedom.

Ah, very clever.

How can the devil claim
your soul if you never die?

Exactly.

I left Sweetwater Village
and spent the next 400 years

going from town to town,
acquiring forbidden knowledge.

Knowledge that I would use
to conquer or destroy

the town of Rivervale
when I returned.

Wait...

Did you say Rivervale?

But did you
mean Riverdale?

No, Alice.
I meant Rivervale.

Let me explain.

So I was headed back to where
Sweetwater Village was founded

to take my revenge on the
place some 400 years later.

And a curious thing happened.

As I neared the town limits, I
heard the sound of an explosion.

And then I noticed the town
sign, whereas before it had said

Rivervale plain as day,

now I was being welcomed
to Riverdale.

Something had
happened, Alice.

I found myself
in a new universe.

It seems that on my way back
to conquer Rivervale,

I must have stepped through
a rift that had opened up.

And so I found myself
in a different universe.

This one where Rivervale
was called Riverdale.

I am with you so far.

Now, Riverdale was very
similar to my home universe,

only seemingly devoid
of the supernatural.

But I soon saw
an opportunity.

You see, I realized

I was the most powerful
being in this new place.

I had magic
and immortality.

No one else did.

I also realized
that the descendants

of my enemies were still living
here, or at least versions of them.

And they were caught up
in their petty squabbles,

dramas, romances.

- So your plan for revenge...
- Could still happen.

And so I decided to stay.

When no one knew me

or what I was capable of.

I tried to buy
Archie Andrews' house.

I became a deputy,
joined the council,

opened my shop.

You wove yourself
into the fabric of Riverdale.

And as I slowly took it over,
I began to sideline my enemies.

But then,
another twist of fate.

The descendants of my enemies
began developing gifts, abilities, powers

and while this didn't dissuade
me, it did complicate matters.

In any case, I focused
on building my ghost train

in preparation for the final
battle for Riverdale's soul.

A battle I plan on winning.

And why do you think

that some people in Riverdale
have started to develop these powers?

Oh, gosh, I can only surmise
that as I slipped out of Rivervale,

some of its arcane energies
must have escaped

through the fissures
between worlds with me.

And these energies
seeped into Riverdale,

infecting the townspeople,
changing some of them.

You know,
water finds its level, Alice.

Perhaps the universe wanted...

Well, if not a fair fight,

at least a more equal one.

It doesn't matter, though,

I've had my powers
for centuries.

They've had theirs
for weeks and months.

Plus, with Bailey's Comet
arriving, I shall be at my most potent.

Put your feet in.

- Polly.
- Betty.

Please.

There.

The MAOA gene
isn't there anymore.

Your original sin is gone.

Washed clean.

- That's impossible. You can't just...
- I did.

It's gone.

That marked part of you.

It isn't there anymore.

You're not the Harlot of Babylon
or Riverdale or anywhere else.

Polly, all you did
was wash my feet.

As someone did for me

before I walked
into the Sweet Hereafter.

Now you can enter it, too.

Hey,
can you help me, please?

Hello?

Is someone there?

Yes.
I just need a second.

Hey.
Can you help me, please?

Hello?

Is someone there?

Yes.
I just need a second.

Hey, can you take a break?

Yeah. Where's your uniform?

I'll explain everything.

In private. At home.

What's this all
about? You're kind of freaking me out.

Well, be prepared
to be even more freaked out.

What are you talking about?

Hey.

Oh, my God.

So, given everything,

we believe that your comics
are directly or indirectly

influencing actual events
in our world.

Riverdale, where we are from.

Me and my friends
have even...

Well, we have superpowers,
like in your comics.

I believe you.

I believe in the multiverse.

I believed in multiverses
since before it was cool.

Can we ask where you got
your inspiration for your comics?

And for these specific powers?

I felt like these powers were
good fits for their characters.

Like extensions of their
particular personalities.

What about your villain?

Percy the Perverse.

Where did he come from?

A recurring nightmare.

Okay. How do the Super teens
defeat him?

Well, as a matter of fact,
check this.

- These are some rough pages from my latest issue.
- Oh.

I call it
"Death of the Super teens."

In the end, after this epic
battle, Percy kills them all.

Why?

Why would you write something
so bleak and nihilistic?

Well, honestly,
it was kind of a deal I made.

I wanted to be the greatest
comic book writer in the world.

Bigger than Alan Moore
even, and it worked.

But in exchange,
and I was kind of tricked,

but I agreed to only write
stories of a certain type.

Grim ones.

Ones that would ultimately...

Darken the world.

What kind of person would offer
you a deal like this?

A guy named Mr. Cypher.

He's the devil, right?

Uh...

Yeah, basically.

Jughead, my friend
in the Sweet Hereafter

warned me about
someone named...

Cypher.

Where is Cypher now?

I think he has
a suite at the Babylonium.

Yeah, no, he's playing
in a chess tournament tonight.

It's been called the Ultimate
Battle of Good and Evil.

Is that him?
Is that Mr. Cypher?

I believe so.

And I know
the man playing against him.

That's my guardian angel.

The personification
of good

versus the personification
of evil.

Well, I guess,
depending on who wins...

Check.

And mate.

And we have a winner!

Mr. Cypher is the winner!

That is definitely
not a good sign.

Uh-uh.

The Super teens being defeated
by Percy the Perverse,

my guardian angel
losing to Mr. Cypher.

They're bad omens.
I agree.

Good is losing the battle
against evil over and over again.

In the pages of a comic book,
in a chess game.

But that doesn't mean the same
thing is going to happen to us.

Doesn't it?

Events from Rivervale
are spilling into Riverdale.

What's symbolic
and fictional here

is becoming literal
and real back home.

You again.

Look, we're not trying
to fight you.

We are just here to ask some
questions, and then we'll leave.

Fine.

Make it quick.

Do you know someone
named Percival Pickens?

And if so,
are you in cahoots with him?

Percival was one of Rivervale's
founding fathers.

Sold his soul
to me centuries ago.

Well, he's wreaking havoc
in Riverdale.

Riverdale?

Is that where he's got to?

Well, I lost track of him
a while back.

He was wandering the country
becoming a great sorcerer.

Slippery fellow, that one.

Percival isn't the first person
who's tried to use the loophole

of immortality to cheat his way
out of giving up his soul.

Which always backfires,
by the way.

But he is the first
to hide in another dimension.

Which is irritating.

Sorry. I can't get more
directly involved.

Those are the cosmic rules.

I do wish you luck.

Though you're probably
going to lose.

Oh, you're wrong. We will
find a way to beat Percival.

We already stymied
his attempt to destroy Pop's.

We moved it, so that the
final battle can still happen.

Silly mortal.

If only you knew the truth.

Wait, what truth?

Or I can keep
reading your mind.

It's not the diner
that's important to Percival.

It's the land.

Why is that?

That's where he was left to die by
those early settlers centuries ago.

It's where I came upon him
when we made our deal.

It is also, in all realities,

Rivervale, Riverdale,

the sight of a hell mouth.

In the old days, churches used
to be built over hell mouths

to contain the dark forces
roiling beneath.

Stifle them.

Cap them.

And that was... Pop's.

And it sounds like you've
played right into Percival's hands.

And uncorked it
when you moved the diner.

And like Bailey's Comet,
that's also adding to his power.

Please don't let me
keep you any longer.

Come on.

Only a few more
questions, Mr. Mayor.

Once this epic battle
of good versus evil is over,

assuming that you win, what
does your Riverdale look like?

You know, when we were
coming over from the old country,

the men and women aboard the Pearl
were talking about hopes and dreams

and a new beginning in a land
of freedom and opportunity,

with workers' rights and equal rights
and good, wholesome family values.

Now, I kept quiet during these
discussions because I knew

those things are lies.

You see, given enough time,

society always curdles,
rots, corrupts.

I want a land that
I rule as I see fit.

Where my enemies
are at my mercy.

I want a land controlled
by the dark arts,

free from the laws that stifle
the rest of this country.

The Sovereign
State of Percival.

That's what
I want Riverdale to be.

A wild, untamed land where
I control it all, every last bit.

Even the dead.

I'm sorry... it just...

sounds so twisted, but...

at least it's honest, eh?

Speaking of which,
we have an execution to get to.

Look!
I told you they'd come back!

You shouldn't have let them
out into the world in the first place.

Ethel?

You know about this, too?

Yes.

And thank goodness someone
with sense does.

When Riverdale
and Rivervale split,

it was supposed to be a clean
break between the universes.

But clearly,
there's been a bleed.

A lot of bleed.

And how? Why?

There has to be something that's
fouled things up, that corrupted it.

You were on the other side.

Were you near the explosion
when it happened?

Yeah, actually.

I... Not as close
as Betty and Archie.

Did they say anything?

About anything
beyond the explosion?

No, it was all...

Actually, yeah. Betty...

Betty said that
she received a phone call,

like a warning
to get out of the bedroom.

Hello?

Get out of that house, Betty.

Who is this?

Listen to me. There's a
bomb underneath the bed.

You need to go now.

Right now!

I knew it!

Oh!

I knew you called her!

You warned her,
didn't you?

Damn it, Jughead!

That's why
there wasn't a clean break!

You called your ex-girlfriend!

That's why there
are fissures!

Rifts! Seepage
between universes!

That's why
we have supernatural powers.

And it's why Percival crossed
over from Rivervale.

That phone call
compromised everything.

And now the parallel universes
are influencing each other again!

God, you are
so weak, Jughead.

And even now, even still,
you love Betty, right?

And that's
why you called her.

Even though it's over!
It's over, Jughead!

I was trying to save her life!

Her and Archie!

Ethel, they're still
my best friends!

Even if they're
in another universe.

- We're just going to go.
- Yeah, you go, you go!

And you.

Now it's my job
to clean everybody's mess.

Story of my life! I swear...

- That was...
- Chilling.

But we know a lot more than
we did before we went there.

We should update
everyone else.

What about a spell, Cheryl,
or some incantation?

Heather is looking through
all her grimoires right now,

but so far she hasn't found anything
strong enough to touch Percival.

We have intel.
About Percival.

We know where
he comes from.

We know how
he got his powers.

We know how
we got our powers.

What's going on here?

What happened?
What did we miss?

Kevin, Reggie and Mr. Mantle are
being held hostage at the Babylonium.

They're going to be executed.

I think I can help with that.

Jughead, what the hell?

I heard you guys
were in trouble.

Came to save you.

Come on, let's go.

Archie,
the prisoners are out.

We're in the clear. We are
good to blow the train tracks.

I don't understand.

This is impossible.
Where did they go?

Boss, we have
another problem.

Someone blew up
the train tracks.

My only regret is that
we didn't get to see his face

when he opened the vault
and saw we weren't there.

Damn. Saved by
Donnie Darko.

- Thanks, bro.
- Yeah, of course.

The prisoners are freed, the tracks
for the ghost train are decimated.

I mean,
today was an excellent day.

For sure, but those
were only skirmishes.

The real war
hasn't even started yet.

And we still don't know what
that's even gonna look like.

But thanks to you and Jug,

we know a lot more
than we did ten hours ago.

And we have a better idea of what
to get done before Bailey's Comet...

What's this?

A group text.
And it's not from moi?

What are we looking at here?

Those are the guillotines I saw
at the Babylonium.

- Wait. But who are...
- That's my mom.

- And Uncle Frank.
- And my dad.

"Let it be known
that at midnight tonight,

the political dissidents
Alice Cooper, Thomas Keller

and Frank Andrews were executed
for their treasonous crimes

against the township
of Riverdale."

No, no, no, no.
He's... he's lying.

That's It's a trick.

It's a mind game.
Okay, that can't be real.

But it was.
Archie was wrong.

The war had,
in fact, already started.

And Percival
had drawn first blood.