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[Jughead] Spirit Week
had arrived
at Riverdale High.

And for the first time
in years,

the students actually
had something to celebrate.

The long-suffering Bulldogs,
in large part thanks to
breakout star Munroe Moore,

were finally going
to the state finals,

where they would take on
the undisputed titans
of the gridiron,

the Stonewall Stallions.

For Principal Honey,
who commissioned
an article about the game

from ace reporter
Betty Cooper,

the championship was, at last, something positive to promote.

But for Riverdale's star QB,
Archie Andrews,

this Spirit Week was special
for a different reason.

It would be
the last of his career.

Jones,

how long have you
had that machine?

Feels like forever. Why?

Think it's about time
for an upgrade?

No. Keys are used
to my fingertips.

Plus, I'm sentimental
and superstitious.

-[Bret chuckles]
-[computer chimes]

Oh, crap. I gotta go.

Mr. DuPont summoned me
for some reason.

How did I get
an interview with Yale?

I didn't even apply.

Yes, but the recruiter
is a friend of mine,

so I slipped him
a few of your short stories,

and he was quite impressed.

I assume you're interested?

Yale is my girlfriend's
dream school,
and she didn't get in, so...

Yes, well, the heart can be
a difficult minefield
to navigate,

but take my advice.

Figure it out.
Don't be foolish.

[Reggie] Mmm, gotta go
with number three.

It's damn good, Ronnie.

It's my special shimmy
on abuelita'srecipe.

I thought your dad
patented the recipe,
so you couldn't use it.

Daddy may have
patented our family recipe
for his own profit,

but this is
a modified spiced rum
with a unique flavor profile.

Now it's time to introduce
Luna Rum to the outside world.

[school bell ringing]

Cheryl, girls, how fortuitous.

I'd like you to meet someone--

[Cheryl] No time to chat,
Mr. Honey.

We're on our way
to practice our Spirit Week
musical routine,

which will, naturally, be epic.

On that subject,

as was discussed
with Mrs. Burble,

I have brought in
Miss Appleyard to be your...

new coach.

But cheer season
is almost done, Mr. Honey.

I can handle this, Holden.

Mmm.

Look, I'm not sure
what Honey has told you,
but we don't need a coach.

I run the show around here.

Howevs, we are looking
for a launderwoman.

From now on,
we're gonna change things up.

The Vixens are a cheer squad.

So we'll be focusing on cheers,

not singing and dancing
to pop songs.

Now, gather the rest
of the girls and meet me
out on the field,

so we can practice
some drills, okay?

I'm sorry, am I hallucinating,
or did you just
give me an order?

I led my last team to nationals
three years in a row.

I think I know
what I'm doing here.

-[speaking indistinctly]
-[chuckling]

Okay, so last game
of the season.

-[Archie exhales]
-[Betty] How do you feel, Arch?

Honestly, like we're gonna win.

Mmm-hmm.

Munroe, what about you?

I'm just happy
to be playing
for the championship.

-Whoo!
-He's being humble, Betty.

A recruiter from Notre Dame
is coming just to see him.

Reggie, care to comment?

You want a quote, Betts?

[Betty] Sure.

I'll give you a quote.

-Stonewall sucks.
-[Munroe] Hmm.

The only reason
why they're undefeated
is because they play dirty.

Dirty. Mmm-hmm.

Every team that's gone up
against them this year

has suffered
some horrible injury.

What do you mean?

I mean,
they don't play to win.

They play to hurt.

But...

they haven't gone up
against our guy.

Munroe.

So, you excited
for the big game?

-Everyone's pumped.
-I can't wait to see you play.

If your arm's half as good
as your dad's was,

I bet you got
a hell of a throw.

Hey, Uncle Frank.

-I've been thinking--
-Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, me too.

Look...

I really appreciate you
putting me up here for
the last couple of weeks,

getting to meet you,
getting to know you.

You're a great kid, Archie.

Your dad raised you well.

But, uh...

I think it's time I moved on.

I've paid my respects.

I was actually wondering...

what if you didn't leave?

You could help out here.

Or Andrews Construction.

[sighs] I'd be lying
if I said I wasn't interested.

Problem is,
that means telling--

-Telling my mom
you're in town.
-Yeah.

Like I've said, there's not
a lot of love lost there.

Well, whatever happened
between you guys in the past,
I'm sure you can work it out.

Hell, she'll probably
be happy to see you.

[Mary] Let me ask you, Frank.

Have you even visited
your brother's grave?

You didn't bother
to show up for the funeral.

I was on a crab boat, Mary.
I didn't get the news
till a month ago.

Mom, I was thinking,

maybe Uncle Frank could get
a job at Andrews Construction?

You asked my son for a job?

No, Mom,
the job was my idea.

[sighs] Okay, fine.

But mark my words, Archie,

the second your uncle has to do
even an ounce of hard work,

he will bolt so fast
your head will spin.

[soft music playing]

Jug?

You've been dipping
that fry in ketchup
for five minutes.

-What's going on?
-[sighs]

I have an interview
with a college recruiter.

For Yale.

I hope that's okay.

Yeah, why wouldn't it be?
Because I got rejected?

Well...

Yeah, kind of.

Well, I would never ask you
to turn down
an opportunity like that.

That's life-changing.

So you're obviously gonna go
and ace that interview.

Meanwhile, I'll be working
on my article for Mr. Honey.

Yeah, how's that going?

It's a puff piece.

Have you thought about
interviewing the opposing team?

You know, Bret's team captain.

Yeah, I know. He's also
the guy who attacked us
in a bunny mask.

You really want me
to interview that jerk?

It could mean drama
for your piece.

What can I do for you, Cheryl?

We got off on the wrong
Repetto-covered foot.

I'd like us to find a way
to work together
in blissful harmony.

Cheryl, I'm the coach.

You're the athlete.

The power structure
couldn't be clearer.

As for your muffins,

could I suggest
a little less time baking,

and a little more time
in the weight room?

My body is perfection,
you crone!

And you may be the coach,
but I think you'll find
the Vixens are mine,

forevermore.

Full disclosure, Bret,
I wasn't going to
interview you.

But then I heard rumors
that your team plays dirty.

"They don't play to win.

They play to hurt."

Betty...

have you ever really
watched or studied football?

'Cause, sweetheart,
it's not a knitting circle.

It's social Darwinism
in uniforms.

Football is

a sport of gladiators,

and you win by debilitating
and slaughtering your enemies.

Mmm.

Gosh, I have to go, but...

you can quote me on that.

You bet your ass
I will, psycho.

[Veronica]
As restaurant owners,

you know the importance
of quality in every dish
and glass you serve.

Luna Rum is
a small-batch operation,

focused on making
each bottle special.

The name "Luna"
comes from my abuelita

and generations
of rum-making women
in my family.

Interesting. Is that cardamom?

Among other things.
It's my own special blend.

Luna is all about
valuing tradition,

while adding a touch
of modern sabor.

I'll take a case.
This is special.

Wonderful.

Your customers
will not be disappointed.

[gasps]

A good writer
needs the best tools.

Did you get me this?

It's a welcome gift
from the Quill and Skull.

Speaking of which,

meet us in the basement
tonight, ten o'clock sharp.

Dare I ask why?

You'll see.

How can I help you, Cheryl?

We're going on strike.

During Spirit Week, no less.

-You must fire Miss Appleyard.
-[scoffs]

She's a rotten scourge

who has afflicted
our divine sisterhood.

I'd hate for there to be
a big, Vixen-shaped hole

during the most important
football game of the year.

Nay, the century.

[chuckles]

I usually don't
respond well to threats.

But in this case,

I'll consider it.

[starts recording]

Thank you for meeting with me.

Like I said on the phone,

I'm writing a story
about the Stonewall Stallions,

about the rumors
that they play dirty.

I've been studying game tape,

and there's a definite pattern
of violence, wanton violence.

Those Stonewall guys
are maniacs.

Maniacs? How so?

A Stonewall lineman
broke my arm

while I was in the pile.

Do you mean on purpose?

Definitely on purpose.

The hit came out of nowhere.

After the whistle.

And did the refs do anything?

They pay off the refs
to look the other way.

This is huge.

-The worse the injury...
-Yeah?

The bigger the bounty.

I'm sorry,
did you just say "bounty"?

The Stonewall coach
pays his players
to hurt the other team.

At least, that's what I heard.

[rock music playing
on earphones]

I'm heading home. Later, guys.

See you, dude.

[music continues playing
on earphones]

[clattering]

[metal clanging]

[music fades]

Aw, hell no.

[music playing on speakers]

[Munroe] Get away from me!

[Munroe screams]

Munroe, what
the hell happened?

Some guys jumped me.

One of them swung
a golf club at my knee.

I'm gonna call an ambulance.
Did you see their faces?

No, man.
They were wearing masks.

-[Munroe groans]
-We don't need to
have seen their faces.

We know exactly who they are.

[Munroe continues groaning]

[breathing deeply]

[Jughead] Hello?

Bret?

[Donna]
We're in here, Forsythe.

[Jughead] Where's Bret?

Sorry I'm late.
I had a prior obligation.

Well, what exactly
are we doing?

The final part
of your initiation,

where we really
get to know you.

When you tell us
your deepest, darkest secret.

-[scoffs] Seriously?
-Yeah.

And we are recording this
for the archives.

We'll tell you ours first.

When I was 13...

my uncle made a pass at me,

and when I told my mom,
she didn't believe me.

And that's...

when I started cutting myself.

When I was 14...

my father got me a hooker

and said, "Now it's
your time to be a man."

I cried the whole time
I was with her.

But I never told my father,
because the truth is...

I was afraid he'd kill me.

For real.

I used to be homeless.

I'd crash underneath
this bridge by the dock
on the Southside.

It was kind of a rough place.

There was this one guy
named Doc,

he would stay up all night
just to make sure the junkies
didn't mess with me.

Then one day,

these drunken businessmen,

who'd heard about
our little shantytown,
they found Doc...

and beat the life out of him.

I didn't move,
I didn't say anything.

I watched.

I just watched.

[inhales deeply]

It's probably
my greatest shame.

I've never ever told
that story.

Not even to Betty. [scoffs]

[Toni] Babe.

T.T., whyfor the long face?

Babe, don't
lose your mind, [sighs]

but we've got a major problem.

[gasps]

What villainy is this?

Speak, fiends!

Mr. Honey threatened
to ban us all from prom
if we refused to cheer.

He said we'd ruin Spirit Week.

So you caved and betrayed me?

Well...

you may redeem yourselves yet.

Now, who shucketh off
the impostor Appleyard?

Come on, babe.

This isn't over.

Not by a long shot.

[Appleyard] Ladies,
eyes up front.

[indistinct conversation]

[Bret laughs] I just
came up with that.

Hey!

Oh, somebody call
animal control.

The Bulldogs are here.

You couldn't even wait
to play dirty on the field,
could you?

[chuckles]

That's how scared
you were of Munroe.

Hey, what's going on?

Jones, are you friends
with these welfare cases?

[scoffs]

What did you just call me?

I called you--

[groans]

No.

[grunting]

[cell door opening]

Hey.

[Frank] You all right, Archie?

I've been in worse fights.

Thanks for coming,
Uncle Frank.
I couldn't call Mom.

-She's got enough
to worry about.
-That makes sense.

Forsythe Jones, I presume?

I'm Gerald Brooks
from Yale Admissions.
Have a seat.

I'd like to start by
complimenting your writing.

I'm sensing H.P. Lovecraft
is an influence?

Yeah.

A major one.

[stammers] I'm sorry, I'm...

I guess I'm just not used to
people actually treating me
like a real writer.

Oh, well, at Yale,
everyone earns their spot.

Should you be accepted,
you will succeed or fail
on your own merits, Mr. Jones.

Understood.

[Frank] You wanna tell me
what happened?

Those Stonewall bastards
attacked my friend Munroe.

Busted up his knee
so that he can't play.

So you went looking
for payback?

Don't be ashamed.

I'm the last person
that should be
judging anyone, Archie.

Especially when it comes to
fighting for your friends.

Your dad was the same way.

What do you mean?

I mean that your dad
was pretty level-headed,
all things considered,

except when someone came after
a friend or a family member.

Then he'd turn into
a bit of a madman.

Yeah, he could be brutal
in a bar fight.

I can't even imagine
my dad throwing punches.

I mean, he taught me
every sport, but not boxing.

-Wait, you box?
-Yeah.

I was serious about it
for a while.

Damn.

Me too. I boxed in the Army.

-What weight class?
-Welterweight.

You any good at it?

Well, this one time
I boxed a bear.

[Frank laughs]

[Betty] I need a huge favor, V.

Munroe was jumped outside
of Archie's gym last night.

I know.

Archie told me.

Poor Munroe.

He thinks Munroe was attacked
by someone from Stonewall Prep,

and based on the masks
those creeps were wearing,
I agree.

Probably, it was Bret.

And I want to break the story
in the Blue and Gold,

but I need proof
or a confession.

Reggie says he heard
Stonewall's throwing
a party tonight

to get everyone psyched up
for the game.

Do I smell another
classic B&V caper?

Just a V caper, unfortunately.

I can't get close to Bret.
He knows me.

But I was hoping
maybe you could go,

turn on your
femme fatale charm?

-I'm down.
-Great.

Would you be willing
to wear a wire?

Absolutely.

And I think
I have just the tonic

to help loosen Bret's lips.

Anything interesting
happen today?

Uh...

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Yeah, FP called
and told me everything,
so don't.

[Mary sighs]

And, Archie,
what's really upsetting

is that
when you needed someone,

you called Frank and not me.

Mom, please.

What is your deal with him?

Your Uncle Frank
is your classic ne'er-do-well.

The straw that broke
the camel's back

was when your father
took the blame for Frank's DUI.

What?

What, you're saying
the DUI on Dad's record
wasn't his fault?

According to the official
police report, it was.

But your father wasn't
behind the wheel that night.

After Frank went on a bender,

he crashed our car into
a telephone pole in Sycamore.

It was the third strike
against him,
so he would've done jail time,

so your father covered for him.

And you know
how Frank repaid him?
By skipping town the next day.

That's the kind of man
that Frank is.

Oh, and, Archie,

you can play
in the football game,

but otherwise you're grounded.

No car privileges for a month.

[sighs]

[upbeat music playing]

[Veronica] Bee,
from what people
are saying, this isn't just

a football party.

It's a football party

hosted by Stonewall's
lame-ass secret society.

Ah!

And there's Bret.

God, I can smell his privilege
from across the room.

Okay.

I'm going in.

[music continues playing]

Hiya, fellas.

I'm Monica.

You wouldn't happen to be
rum drinkers, by any chance?

'Cause if you are,
I'm taking orders.

Go back to my room,
undress, and wait for me.

Excuse me?

What? You said
you were taking orders.

[Bret laughing]

[Veronica laughing]

Would you like some rum or not?

It's spiced.

Yeah, sure. Pour away.

[Bret] The Stallions
are undefeated,

15-0.

And that winning streak
is gonna continue,
right, boys?

[all] Yeah!

Oh, thank you.

Especially now that
Riverdale's top dog
is out of the mix.

It's all over social media.

Thatta girl. Set the trap.

Star player
on the opposing team

randomly victimized
right before the big game.

It's quite a stroke of luck
for you.

Nah, doll.

We make our own luck.

Come here.

[whispering]

[Jughead] Veronica?

Jughead?

Jughead?

Veronica? I thought
your name was--

Monica. Yes, it is.

Uh...

Excuse us.

[softly] What the hell
are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

I go to school here.

Why are you in a wig?

Since when are you
part of a secret society?

What?

Does Betty know?
'Cause if not,
she just found out.

I didn't tell you
because it's a secret society.

Four months ago,
you hated those guys.

You wanted to drop out
and come back to Riverdale.

Yeah, but I stayed.

And you know what,
I'm glad I stayed.

I got a book contract, Betty.

Don't forget about
your Yale interview,
thanks to your new friends.

Yeah, okay.
I got an interview with Yale

because I'm a member
of the society.

If I get accepted,
it's because of my writing.

Does that really make me
such a horrible person?

No.

No.

But I hate that
we're keeping secrets
from each other.

I thought we were
done with that.

Yeah. [sighs]

Okay, that's where I messed up.

I'm sorry.

I should have told you
about Quill and Skull.

It's fine.

What was Veronica
even doing there?

She was helping me.

With what?

She was trying to get Bret
to brag about attacking Munroe.

Some much-needed proof
for my article.

Did Bret confess?

Not quite.

He was dancing around it,
but then you blew her cover.

Oh, so I messed up
a classic B&V scam?

Mmm-hmm.

How can I make it up to you?

I don't think there's
anything you could do.

I'll just have to file
my story with quotes
from unnamed sources.

Which I have plenty of.

Is it going to enough?

Truthfully,
I'm not very hopeful.

[door opening]

Uncle Frank.

Yeah?

We should talk.

[panting]
Yeah, sure thing, Arch.

Everything all right?

Mom told me about the DUI.

[Frank] I...

I was going through
a rough patch.

I was back in Riverdale
in between tours.

I was just having trouble...

dealing.

This is before I realized
I needed counseling

for what I went through
in Desert Storm.

I don't remember
much of that night.
That's not surprising.

But when I woke up
the next morning,

your dad had
already taken the blame.

I never would have asked
Fred to do that for me,
Archie. Never.

But he did it. Because...

Because that's who he was.

And I took off,

because that's who I was.

I was angry, I was messed up.

I figured I needed
to clear my head

before I could make
things right with your dad,

and guess what,

I never got that chance.

[Hiram] It's quite
the operation you have here.

And you've already secured
some sales from restaurants,
I hear.

With a touching story about

your abuelita,no less.

Don't worry, Daddy.

I may not be able to serve
rum at La Bonne Nuit,
but I can make it here.

About that.

"Veronica Luna,

you are hereby served

with a cease-and-desist order
due to a patent infringement."

One of the restaurant owners
you gave a bottle to

is a friend of mine.

I had my chemist compare
your concoction to Lodge Rum,

and while you've embellished
the recipe I own

with all those... spices,

the core remains the same.

Which means,

if you make another bottle,
I will sue you and shut
this whole operation down.

Or...

we could team up.

[scoffs]

That would be a "hell no"
for me, thanks.

Why are you so stubborn, mija?

You wanted me
to go straight, I have.

And yet,
you won't accept my help.

Why?

Out of spite?

Maybe

it's too late. Maybe...

too much damage
has been done, Daddy.

That's what it feels like.

Okay.

Well, if that's how you feel,
I should go.

Good luck with everything.

[knocking on door]

Yeah?

Mr. DuPont.

Mr. Jones, may I come in?

Uh, yeah. Sorry,
it's so messy in here.

I've heard from
one of your classmates

that your girlfriend
is working on

some kind of salacious article

that could be a stain
on our school,

and I'm wondering
if you couldn't possibly

discourage her.

[sighs]

Mr. DuPont,
I'm not gonna tell Betty

what she can
and can't write. That's...

Well, it's just not the way
our relationship works.

[sighs]

If that's gonna affect
my chances at Yale...

Nonsense.
I appreciate the candor.

And in fact,

the other reason
I stopped by

was to invite you to sit
with myself and Mr. Brooks

in the alumni section
of the game.

Hope to see you there.

[Archie]
How bad does it hurt, Munroe?

If I stand on it
for more than ten minutes,

it feels like someone
is hitting my knee
with a hammer.

The doctor said if I play,
I could cause permanent damage.

Damn, dude. I'm sorry.

[Frank] Let me ask you,

if you had a way to
play through the pain,
would you do it?

Are you kidding?

[grunts] In a heartbeat.

In that case,

I have some pills.

Meds from the VA.
They're not gonna fix anything,

but they'll numb you
long enough for a game.

Uncle Frank, no.

-He's not taking
any pills from you--
-Hold on.

-What kind of pills
are we talking about?
-No.

No way.

Frank, you're not a doctor.

And, Munroe, you can't do this.

What the hell are you doing?

-I'm just trying to help.
-Not this way.

See you at the game.

This is not the piece
I asked you to write.

No, it's better.

It's an expose
about a culture of violence

that's fostered
at Stonewall Prep--

We cannot publish
a story based on hearsay.

Now, I advise you
to write the article
that you agreed to deliver.

A story that celebrates
your classmates
and your school.

Or don't.

There's no way in hell
we're printing this.

Dude.

Munroe, what are you
doing here?

I'm not gonna fight you, Red.

-I'm not sitting
this one out. I can't.
-Wait.

Why aren't you limping?

Did my uncle
give you those pills?

He did, but this is it for me.

A scholarship to Notre Dame.

That would change my life,
my family's life.

If I go pro, they're set.

Yeah, and if you get hurt,
maybe you don't
ever play again.

Damn it, Red.

This is my choice
to make, not yours.

[crowd cheering]

Excuse me, are you lost?

Shouldn't you be on
the Stonewall side,
with all the Yalies?

Uh, I don't think
Yale is gonna happen anymore.

Plus, I've already met
a Bulldog.

Hey, how'd it go with Honey?

Well, as you can see,
the game's still happening,
so...

-I tried.
-[crowd cheering]

Hey, Ronnie.

Wanna get back at your dad
for ruining your business?

Any way I can, Reggie.

Parking lot. Halftime.
Meet me.

[horn blows]

Listen up.
Whatever happens out there,
we have to protect Munroe.

I don't need
any special treatment, Red.

Yes, you do. They already tried
to go after you once.

I'm pretty sure it's a safe bet
they'll try it again.

And we're gonna win
this thing. Right, fellas?

-[all agreeing]
-Hell yeah, we are.

-Bulldogs on three.
One, two, three...
-[all] Bulldogs!

-[distant cheering]
-[horn blowing]

[door rattling]

Hello?

Who's out there?

[banging on door]

Let me out!

[Cheryl] Listen up, bitches.

Appleyard is...

indisposed,
so consider this a coup.

And before any
of you reptiles object,

a word to the wise,

you owe me this.

I've been your fellow Vixen
and HBIC for
four grueling years,

and I've never turned
my back on you.

Not like you did to me.

Fact.

Now,

without further ado,

let's cheer our Bulldog
brethren on to victory,

and slay.

[music playing]

♪ Can't stay at home
Can't stay at school ♪

♪ Old folks say

♪ You poor little fool

♪ Down the streets
I'm the girl next door ♪

♪ I'm the fox
You've been waiting for ♪

♪ Hello, Daddy, hello, Mom

-Down, set, hut!
-♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch

♪ Cherry bomb

♪ Hello, world

♪ I'm your wild girl

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch

♪ Cherry bomb

♪ Stone Age love

♪ And strange sounds too

♪ Come on, baby

♪ Let me get to you

[yells]

♪ Bad nights
Causing teenage blues ♪

♪ Get down, ladies
You've got nothing to lose ♪

♪ Hello, Daddy, hello, Mom

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch
Cherry bomb ♪

♪ Hello, world

♪ I'm your wild girl

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch
Cherry bomb ♪

♪ Hey, street boy
Want some style? ♪

♪ Your dead-end dreams
Don't make you smile ♪

♪ I'll give you somethin'
To live for ♪

♪ Take you and shake you
To your core ♪

♪ Hello, Daddy, hello, Mom

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch
Cherry bomb ♪

♪ Hello, world
I'm your wild girl ♪

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch

♪ Cherry bomb

♪ Cherry bomb

♪ Cherry bomb

♪ Cherry bomb

♪ Cherry bomb

-[referee blows whistle]
-♪ Cherry bomb

-[players whooping]
-[crowd cheering]

[all cheering]

[Archie]
All right, bring it in.

Munroe, how you holding up?

I'm good, Red.

Good. Then we got this.

Coach wants us to go
for the two-point conversion.

Last play of the year, boys.

Let's finish strong.

-On three. One, two, three...
-[all] Bulldogs!

[announcer]
Here we go. Last play
of the championship game

between the Bulldogs
and the Stallions.

The Bulldogs are going
for the two-point conversion
and the win.

Down, set, hut!

[grunting]

[crowd cheering]

[referee blows whistle]

[grunts]

[Archie] Munroe?

[breathing heavily]
Did we get it?

Come on.

[Stallions cheering
and whooping]

[chanting] Stonewall!
Stonewall! Stonewall!

Archie, I don't care
what that scoreboard says.

You guys played
your hearts out.

You gave Munroe drugs,
Uncle Frank?

After I told you not to.

He's a grown man, Archie.
He came to me.

It was his decision,
and you guys almost won--

That could have been
the last game he ever played

because of you,
and that's the truth.

Guys like you, and me,
and Munroe, have to
take what we can get,

however we can get it.
Even your dad knew that.

And, yeah, it was a risk.

But where I come from,

you respect what a man
chooses for himself.

[Munroe whooping] Archie?

Mr. Andrews, I just got
cornered by the recruiter
from Notre Dame.

He said he wants me to come
visit him in Indiana next week.

He says he wants me
to play ball for him!

-[Archie gasps]
-That's great news, son.
Congrats.

No one
deserves it more, Munroe.

[Munroe] Guys,

[loudly] I'm going
to Notre Dame!

[all cheering]

Hey, Betty.

Hey! Betty.

I heard your article
got killed.

Just take the win, Bret.

That's exactly what
we did today, Jones.

We took the win.

You know, actually,
my article wasn't killed, Bret.

I only just started digging,
so who knows what I'll find?

I'll see you in class,
Forsythe.

And, Betty,
let's do this again.

I really like winning
against you.

[Cheryl] Care for a lick?

Sure.

Is that maple?

Yeah. Blossom maple.

It's not exactly memory foam.

It's better than the cot
at the gym.

You sure your mom's
okay with this?

Ah, she's not exactly
happy about it,

but I told her
it was temporary.

Just until you got
back on your feet.

I'll go grab you some pillows.

Hang on a sec.

You were pretty pissed off
at me after the game.

Why the change of heart?

Everything's a risk.

You giving Munroe the pills,

Munroe playing, but...

it paid off.

And I saw how happy he was.

A year ago, he was in juvie,
fighting to stay alive,

but now...

who knows?

Maybe you helped
change his life.

[Veronica] Cheryl,

the reason
I wanted us to meet...

That snow cone I licked
at the game gave me
a wicked idea,

but I need your help with it.

Wicked? Do tell.

[Veronica] Try this.

Yum.

What is
this delightsome elixir?

It's my rum,

mixed with your maple syrup.

It tastes like...

breakfast on the beach.

No, Cheryl.

It tastes like money.

[Mr. Honey] I'm very pleased
you came around, Betty.

Very pleased, indeed. This...

is a stellar article.

It's great press
for our school.

Even though we lost the game.

We may have lost the game,

but we haven't lost the war.

I've been doing more
and more research
on Stonewall Prep,

and did you know
that they have
a world-class quiz team?

And the captain of that team
is none other than
athlete, scholar, scumbag

Bret Weston Wallis?

Yes.

But that championship
is only a few weeks away,

and Riverdale doesn't even...

have a team.

Ms. Cooper,

are you volunteering?

Because I would love

to get my hands on
at least one trophy this year.

Principal Honey,

at this point in time,

there is nothing
that I would enjoy more

than to give Stonewall Prep
a royal ass-kicking.

[exhales sharply]

Then you have
my full support, Captain.

[sighs]

[Jughead] Dad?

What's going on?

Well, I felt it
only appropriate

that your father be here
to celebrate with us.

Celebrate what?

You'll be receiving
official word

by the end of next week,
but, uh, you--

You got into Yale, boy.

-[laughing]
-[gasps]

Yeah. First Jones
to go to college!

And an Ivy League one,
at that. Here.

[gasps] I don't understand.

-[glasses clinking]
-[Francis] To Jughead.

And to Bret, as well.

Yeah, I got into Yale too.

And, uh, who knows,

maybe if we're lucky,
we'll be roomies again.

Save your tears,

no one's watching.

Bret.

You got your wish, Ponytail.

Forsythe isn't going to Yale.

So, I guess it'll just be
you and me in New Haven.