All language subtitles for Riverdale.US.S05E12.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

Michael Corleone,
Tony Soprano, Scarface.

Small, ruthless gangsters,
all heroes of their own story.

-And every hero...

...has an origin story,

including Hiram Lodge.

Even though he's been
Riverdale's chief tormentor

for some 10 years now,

shockingly little
is known about him,

how we came to be.

And why he's obsessed
with destroying our poor town.

What is his "rosebud,"
as it were?

And why does he collect lost
soul like Reggie Mantle?

And why are the Reggie Mantles
of the world...

drawn to Hiram Lodges like
moths to flame?

-That was a short day
-I have a quick errand
to run, Dad.

-I'll be back.
-Well, you better be back
by 10.

We've got McPharlin's
coming in. I know.

I said I'll be back.

And you are certain it's him?

There is no room
for error here.

Wow.

Great work.

No, this is personal.

I'll handle it myself.

Tonight.

Reggie, you are not
on my calendar.

That's my father's debt to you,
all of it.

Uh-huh.

Mr. Lodge, I appreciate
you bailing my old man out

when his business
was in trouble.

But this makes
him square, right?

That it does.

The only question I have

is what does this mean
for our arrangement?

Well, the truth is, I'd like
to keep working for you,

But I want real advancement.

You know, I'm good
with numbers.

I have Ideas.
Some big, big ideas

Okay. I tell you what, Reggie.

I will find a privileged place
for you

if you do me one last favor.

I need you to get me a gun.

A ghost gun.
One that can't be traced.

-Is that a problem for you?
-No, sir.

No problem.

I'll bring it to you
after I finished my last shift
at the lot.

I promise you
you will not find a better deal
in all of Riverdale.

Come on, Sam.

You're not gonna cheap out
on your son, are you?

Excuse me?

Let's go, Sean.

Let me ask you, Mr. McPharlin.

Do you remember your first car?

Mine was a 1970 Chevelle.

I named her Bella.

And boy, oh, boy,
great memories Bella and I
made together.

Cruising, going on dates,
late nights at the drive in...

Mine was named Red Ruby.

She was an '84 Challenger.

Mr. McPharlin, this is the car
your son will pick up
his prom date in.

The car he'll take with him
to college.

The car he'll get laid in.

We'll take it right.
Right. Dad?

I was gonna close that deal.

You didn't need to step in
there with that crash talk.

Yeah, well, you're
getting rusty, Dad.

-I got a half a mind to--
-To what? Hmm?

Beat me like you used to?

Go ahead and try, old man.

I'm not in high school anymore.

It's the sale that matters.

-Better set some of that money

aside for this month's
payment to Hiram.

I took care of Hiram.
It's over.

We're paid off.

What?

Reggie, is that true?

You don't have to work
for that gangster anymore.

That "gangster" pulled your ass
out of the fire.

-And I was still gonna work
for him.
-Why?

Reggie, what about our dream
about being partners.

Full partners.

That's your dream, Dad.

From where I'm standing,
my future is with Hiram.

I gotta go.

Hiram. I'm asking you
just leave my son alone.

The debt's paid.
Just let him go.

Reggie is a grown man
who makes his own decisions.

Reggie is a fool.

He's blinded by your money.
Doesn't care how you get it.

Well, maybe, Marty,
you're failing to see
your own son's potential.

If he were my son,
I'd be proud of him.

Hiram, I swear,
if you don't let him go--

Choose your next words wisely.

Or better yet,
get the hell out of my office.

Untraceable like you asked.

Excellent.

Reggie, your father came
to see me.

He, uh, stormed in,
made wild demands.

If you're gonna work for me,
you need to get your house
in order first.

Mr. Lodge, I'm so sorry.

Don't apologize. Just fix it.

Then meet me back here tonight.

You went to see
Hiram Lodge behind my back.

Dad, you don't get
to speak for me.

Not anymore.

I can't even look at you.

-I'm so ashamed.
-Me?

Nothing I ever do
is good enough for you, is it?

But just because
your life is crap

doesn't give you the right
to take it out on me.

You beat me...

punched down at me
my whole damn life.

But I stayed.

After all you did...

I stayed.

Not anymore.

You know,

Hiram has done
more with his life
than you ever will.

And as far as I know,
he never laid a finger
on his wife...

or daughter.

How'd it go
with your father?

I don't have a father anymore.

That's a rather bold statement.

I mean it.

Of that, I have no doubt.

It actually reminds me
my own relationship
with my father.

He didn't approve
of your business either.

To put it mildly.

Where is he now?

Therein lies a tale.

All done.

I don't believe it.
I must have left my wallet
in my other jacket.

It's okay. Just pay me
double next time.

No, no, no.

Tell you what.

I got something better
than cash.

That, my friend, is palladium.

It's precious metal
worth more than gold.

That tiny piece alone
would fetch you
a hundred dollars

Where'd you get it?

An old buddy of mine told me
that there are whole, unmined
veins of palladium

upstate in a small
Rockland County town
called Riverdale.

Riverdale,
on the Sweetwater River?

Yes, sir.

You head north to Riverdale,
might just change your life.

Huh?

The promise of buried palladium

had captured
my father's imagination.

So we moved.

Me, my father, my mother,
to an apartment in Riverdale.

And was there Palladium?

There were mines.

My father got a job at one,
but after six months
there was a collapse.

He survived.

But the mines were shut down.

And no Palladium?

Rumors of it. But no.

But my father decided
we would stay in Riverdale,

make our American dreams
come true.

My mom got a job
waiting tables at Pop's.

While my father and I
returned to our old line
of work.

All done. Five dollars, sir.

You've gotta be joking.

There's still all scuffed up
in front.

-I've done my best, sir.
-Not good enough, pal.

Hey, you need to pay us.

Hey, hey, Jaime.
Just let it go.

It's just one shine,
that's all.

After the mine
collapsed, my father

seemed somehow diminished.

The light in his eyes
had dimmed.

In time, we became fixtures
outside of Pop's.

Our customer base grew.

I was polishing
just as many shoes
as my father.

That's good enough, kid,

I don't know if I can
make change for this, sir.

Consider it a tip
for a job well done.

-Thank you, sir.
-Yeah, no problem.

Listen...

if you're ever looking
for a little extra work,

you come see me
at Cucina Sacasa.

I might have something for you.

Have a good evening, gentlemen.

Uh, don't be fooled, Jaime.

That man is a gangster.

His money
is blood money, all right?

Hey, Hermione.

You can ask me out
every day, Jaime.

But my answer
will always be the same.

-No.
-C'mon. Why not?

My mother sort of forbids it.

She said she doesn't want me

to date the son of a man
who shines shoes for a living.

With all due respect,
your mom cleans toilets,

and changes bed sheets
at the Five Seasons.

What's the difference?

I'm really sorry.

She just wants
what's best for me.

But for what it's worth,
I do think you're cute

Hermione's words
cut me to the bone.

As long as I shined shoes
for a living,

I was a second-class citizen.

But I refused to accept that.

I'd like to work for you, sir.

Why is that?

Because you have two things
I don't, money and respect.

Huh.

It's not respect, kid.

It's fear.
There's big difference

Then I want to be feared, too.

-What's your name?
-Jaime Luna, sir.

I'm Vittorio Alto.
My friends call me Vito.

Your pop know
you came to see me?

No, sir.

You got guts, kid.

All right.

I got a delivery
for you to make.

Think you can handle it?

Yes, sir.

Absolutely certain.

-What do you want?
-I have a delivery
from Vito Alto.

Good.

Now you don't look
like one of Vito's
typical employees.

-What's your name?
-Jaime Luna.

You people. You work
twice as fast for half the pay.

This is for Vito.

Thanks, kid. Any problems?

The guy I made the delivery
to made some comments

that didn't sit well with me,
about my background.

You know, where I come from.

Join me.

This guy, that's Louis.

Everybody knows
Louie's a clown.

You don't take that personally.

I try not to, but sometimes
it makes me really angry.

Still, you kept your cool.

And on this business
that means everything.

-You understand me?
-Yes, sir.

Cheer up, kid.

This is the easiest money
you ever gonna make.

And there's plenty more...

if you wanna
keep making deliveries.

-You can count on me, boss.
-Good boy.

Vito was right.

The money I earned
delivering packages in one week

eclipsed what I would have made
shining shoes for two months.

Whoever said money couldn't
buy happiness was a sucker.

-Hey, Pop.
-Hey.

Haven't seen
much of you these days.
Where you been?

I got a job at that fancy
Italian place across town.

I make deliveries.

Very nice shoes
for a delivery boy.

You know, pays well.

And I get good tips.

With money
also came confidence.

And I needed every ounce of it
to win over Hermione Gomez.

So how about
that date, gorgeous?

You know, I'm nothing
if not persistent.

Mm-hmm. Perhaps
to a fault, Jamie.

You know what?

You twisted my arm.

I'll allow you to buy me
dinner at Pop's tonight.

-How does that sound?
-Sounds great.

-Seven?
-Mm-hmm.

Order anything
on the menu.

Hell, order it all if you want.

I didn't realize
there was so much money
in the shoeshine business.

Well, there isn't.

But that doesn't stop my dad
from working like a dog...

day in and day out
to provide for my mom and me.

I can relate.

My mother sacrificed so much
working at the Five Seasons...

all to make my life
a little easier.

I wish there was a way
to repay her.

Exactly.

It's part of the reason
I got this other job.

Oh, yeah?

Where? Doing what?

Making deliveries
for Vittorio Alto.

You mean Vito. The gangster?

Mr. Alto is a businessman.

And working for him
is gonna be my ticket
out of Riverdale.

What can I get you two?

Ah, hamburger with a side
of onion rings, please.

Same for me, Pop.
And a chocolate shake.

-Two straws.

And if you did
make it out of Riverdale,

where would you go?

I'd be living in a penthouse
in New York City,

running my own business.

What, did I say
something funny?

No. In fact, as it so happens,

I want to live
in Manhattan, too.

Are you Jaime Luna?

Yeah, well, what's the problem?

You're under arrest
for the trafficking
of class two narcotic.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you
in a court of law.

This is no joke, kid.

We know what sort
of operation's being ran out
of that Italian place.

Look, just give us the name
of your supplier,

you can walk out of here
and get back to your date
at the diner.

How does that sound?

I've got nothing to say to you.

How does that sound?

Mister Alto?

How can we help you?

I'm here about Jaime Luna.

He's in trouble.

Your bail's been posted,
you're free to go.

Did you talk?

Not a word.

Who'd you call?

No one.

Not even your family.

Especially not my family.

They'd be so ashamed of me.

Sit down.

You're a good boy, Jaime.
You protected me,

and in turn, you protected
my business.

I'm proud of you.

Here.

-Thank you, sir.
-You've proven yourself, kid.

I'm gonna give you a bump up.

No more deliveries.

From now on,
you're gonna be collecting.

That makes you
part of the inner circle.

Thank you, Vito. Really.

Can I impart
a little friendly advice, kid?

Always.

You afraid
to call your folks at home?

The way I see that
you're still worrying

about other people's
expectations

when you should be
worrying about yourself.

You've got to be
your own man, Jamie,

especially if you wanna make it
in this business.

-You understand
what I'm saying?
-Yes, sir.

Good.

By the way, you better marry

that pretty little girl
who came by earlier.

Hermione? She came here?

She's got her head
screwed on right, that one.

And she had your back
when you needed.

You don't let her get away.

I think I might have blown
my one shot with her.

I wouldn't be
so sure of that, kid.

Especially since I got you
a little something,

um, a bonus to go
with your new promotion.

Hey, about tonight?
We could finish our date.

Don't even try, Jaime.

Fine.
Well, if not that, then...

please, let me give you
a ride home.

You know, I'm thinking
about changing my name.

-Oh, really!
-Yeah.

I'm tired of living
in someone else's shadow.

I want to be my own man.

What are you planning
to call yourself?

Well, I was thinking,
Hiram Lott.

As in,
"I'm gonna have a lot" in life.

Hmm.

Hiram sounds nice.

Strong, unique.

But Lott?

I think you can do better.

How about something statelier,
like Lodge?

Hiram Lodge.

It's not half bad.

-Fred Andrews?
-Here.

Jaime Luna?

I actually go
by a different name now.

You can call me Hiram Lodge.

What?
Uh-huh.

And have you filled out
the necessary paperwork?

It's being processed
at the courthouse
as we speak.

Luna or Lodge,

you'll still be
shining my old man's shoes
for burgers, Jaime.

What's my name, Mantle?

Say it!

I want to hear you say it.

Hiram Lodge.
-That's right.

And don't you ever forget it.

I got a call
from your school today.

Apparently,
you beat up two students

because they wouldn't call you
Hiram Lodge?

Calmate, Javier!

Que te pasa?
Are you crazy?

You forsake
our family name,
for what?

For... for vanity?

And you think I'm a fool?

Huh?

I know exactly where you're
getting all this money.

It's from
that damned gangster.

-So what?
So what?

It's dishonest.

More than that,
it's criminal.

That man will ruin you,
Jaime.

It's Hiram.

And I'm doing
what I'm doing
for you and Mom.

To give you
the things you deserve.

Things you can't afford.

You sad, stupid boy.

Working for the likes of Vito,
are you...

It's going
to cost you everything.

Everything you love, Jaime.

You brought shame
to this family.

Then it's a good thing
I'm not a Luna anymore, Dad,

because I don't want
to be like you.

Spending my days
shining the shoes of men
who look down on me.

You can lecture me
all you want about shame,

but you can't buy Mom
a dishwasher.

Or new shoes for yourself.

It's embarrassing.

Being your son is embarrassing.

Mr. Vito, with all due respect,

I want you
to leave my son alone.
He's...

He's a good boy,

but impressionable.

Tell me, Javier,

do you not want your son
to be successful?

He's got nice things,
pretty girlfriend.

Seems to me
your son's old enough
to make his own decisions.

I think you misunderstand me.

I'm not asking you,
I'm telling you.

Whatever arrangement
exists between you and my son,
it's over.

Or what?

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna call the police.

And tell them
everything about you
and your dirty business.

I see.

Well, in that case,
maybe you can, uh,

let me think it over, compadre.

I'll be in touch.

My... My father
was a smart man.

He believed,

human nature was good.

But...

he was wrong.

-How you doing today, Javier?
-Hey. Morning, Pop.

It's gonna be a good day.

I can feel it.

-Hit it!

Hiram.

Lourdes. I'm Apollonia,
Hermione's mother.

-I'm very sorry for your loss.
-Thank you.

Javier seemed like a warm
and caring man.

Thank you for coming,
Mrs. Gomez.

He was a good man,
even for a lowly shoeshiner.

I, uh...

I misjudged him.

I'm not proud of that.

My deepest apologies, Hiram.

Thank you.

He seems so calm.

It's shock I think.

He hasn't said much
since it happened.

Hmm, such a tragedy.

I suppose.

But you know
what they say about
playing with fire.

What are you getting at,
Penelope?

I'm just pointing out.

One day, he can't rub
two nickels together

and the next he's driving
a fancy sports car

and taking you out on town.

We all know the truth.

Your boyfriend is a gangster.

I mean,
what did Jaime think
would happen

when he started
working with criminals?

His name is Hiram.

And as for what
he thought would happen,

he thought he'd be able
to make a better life
for his family.

Because family
is more important
to him than anything.

Can either of you two skanks
say the same?

-Hey.
-Hey.

Are you hanging in there?

I'm trying.

I just want you to know,

whatever you need,
I'm here for you, okay?

Thank you.

Mrs. Luna,

I wanted to come in person
to pay my respects.

Your husband,
he was a good man,
an honest man.

His kindness will be missed.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Listen, take a much time
as you need, kid.

When you're ready
to come back to work,
you come see me.

We'll pick up
where we left off.

No disrespect
for the dead, but...

now at least
you can become the man

that you were always
destined to be.

You'll forget about that.

Right now, I want you to focus
on your mother, okay?

Whatever she needs,

whatever you need,
you come see me.

Capisce.

Thanks, Vito.

I am so lucky
that I still have you, Jaime.

Eres un buen hijo.

But I beg you, please be done
with this nasty business.

Te lo prometo, mama.

I promise you
I will.

Gracias, mijo.
Gracias.

Hey, kid.
Heard about your old man.

Sorry for your loss.

I'm looking for Vito.

He came by my house earlier.

Uh, he ain't here.

But pull up a chair,
we'll deal you in.

Sonny's on a losing streak...

Did Vito have my father killed?

I never found out
why Vito wasn't there
at the Cucino that night.

Probably dumb luck,

but I made my point.

Jaime...

I'm gonna go
put the shakes
in the fridge.

♪ Devil, devil...♪

Vito skipped town
and never came back.

He knew if he did,
he'd meet the same fate
as his underlings.

♪ How quickly
They do sell their souls...♪

So, what happened to Vito?

Word is,
he went abroad
to visit family.

But from now on,
you should consider me
the new Vito,

Hiram Lodge.
Understood?

Yeah, works for me.

From that day forward,
I was Riverdale's new boss.

People paid me their dues,
and soon,

I was moving up in the world.

I was the biggest fish
in a somewhat small pond.

♪ With a single glance

♪ Make them think
They ever stood a chance♪

♪ Do not try me
Devil, Devil... ♪

Then what happened?

I got married, Reggie.

I became a father,

and I knew true happiness.

Remember our first date,
when you told me

that we we would
move to New York together.

It's time, Harim.

To leave all this behind
and keep your promise.

Not only for us,
but for your little girl.

Whatever you want, mi amor.

So we moved to New York
and the rest is history.

That's one
hell of a saga, Mr. Lodge.

But, what brought you
back to Riverdale?

Turns out that
my father was correct
about the palladium.

He was simply looking
in the wrong place.

Eventually, I did discover
a vein of palladium.

It was thin,
but it was a sign that...

I would succeed
where my father had failed.

I built a prison
over that vein.

So that behind the walls
I could do whatever I wanted
and nobody could see.

As a smokescreen.

And you had your prisoners
doing the digging.

Yes.

But now that vein is tapped
with a disappointingly
small yield.

So I need to get to
the one that I found under
the Blossom maple groves.

If I fail,

all my efforts in Riverdale,

all my gains,
all my losses
will be for nothing.

I will not let that happen.

I will finish
what my father began.

You're unstoppable, Mr. Lodge.

You started with nothing.

-You got everything you wanted.
-Did I?

Is that what
you take away
from my story?

You have money.

Respect, a business.

-What more can a man want?
-Hmm.

Well, right now, I want you
to drive me somewhere.

I'd like to visit
an old friend
at a nursing home.

Mind if I ask who?

Not at all,

Vittorio Alto.

The man who murdered my father.

Hello, Vito.

It's me, Hiram Lodge.

Son of Javier Luna.

It's taken me years
to find you,

but my luck finally turned.

Do you remember
when we first met?

I said I wanted
to be feared like you.

You tell me,
Vito, at this very moment,

you afraid of me?

Sin amigos en la vida,

sin amigos en la muerte.

Adios, Vito.

Reggie,
I want to thank you
for your help,

and your discretion tonight.

But I won't be
needing you any longer.

You mean
for the rest of the night?

No.

You're done, Reggie.
I no longer require
your services.

Mr. Lodge, hold on.
I want this.

I want what you have.

Yeah, you don't
see it, Reggie.

But from where I'm at...

If I could go back,

spend a few more years
shining shoes with my dad...

man, I'd do that
in a heartbeat.

But I can't go back
to that car lot.

I left so I could
prove to my father
what I can do.

Who I can be.

Just give him one more chance,

or not.

But your debt is paid.

I'm giving you an out, Reggie.

Do not insult me,
and accept it.

What are you
still doing here, Dad?

Why aren't you home?

I'm sorry, Reg.

I'm ashamed.

I've never done right by you.

Not ever.

But I want to start, son.

Your timing's good, Dad.

I'm done with Mr. Lodge.

Thank God.

-But if you're serious
about your offer...
I am.

...then you gotta let me
run with the ball
a little bit, Dad.

Trust that I can
take care of things.

Listen to my ideas.

I have good ideas sometimes.

If you can do that,
then we could try,

one more time.

How does that sound?

Mantle and Son?

It's okay, Dad.

It's okay.

I cannot
believe Dorinda.

When I told her
I was coming back to Riverdale
to visit you,

and she referred to it
as "my ex-husband's
crime infested hellhole."

Which is accurate,
but it still makes me
want to strangle her.

Mom, can we just
have a nice lunch?

I invited you here
to see the renovation,

not trash talk
the people on your show.

Come on, Veronica.
It's reality television.

What do you think we do?

-Bring each other
cups of sugar?

How's your father?

Haven't you seen him?

Oh, you know,
only what he wants
to cause trouble.

Which is always.
You know what his problem is?

-What?
-He's never satisfied
by what he has.

Never.

He will never be happy.

Sadly, that tracks.

-He should have retired
when he had the chance...

...seven years ago,
remember?

Mm-mmm.
Please, he would sooner die.

Was he ever
even really sick?

Hermosita,

it's done.

I don't know how you found Vito

but your grandfather
has been avenged.

A bullet
to the head.

I saw it when I went
to do clean-up.

Did you find
any security cameras?

Yes,
but they've all been
wiped clean.

Good.
Very good.

I've sacrificed so much
to get this far,

I can't stumble now.

And when I've mined
all the palladium
that alluded, my father...

I'll get back
everything else
I've lost, too