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My name is Velma Dinkley.

And this is my origin story.

Sure, normally, origin stories
are about tall, handsome guys

struggling with the burden
of being handed even more power.

And if they are about girls,
it's usually like,

"Hey, what made
this hot chick go crazy?"

So, to remedy this,
I've decided to finally share

the bone-chilling events
that drove me to assemble

the greatest team of spooky mystery
solvers ever.

Yeah, it was me.
Not Fred and his weird sex van.

This is my story, told my way.

And it starts
with a murder, bitch.

Brenda?

This school sucks.

Team shower
discussion topic of the day.

Have you ever noticed
how pilot episodes of TV shows

always have
more gratuitous sex and nudity

than the rest of the series?

- Oh, my God, I have.
- So true.

That's how we learned what Rachel
Brosnahan's boobs look like.

And Don Cheadle's butt.

Well, I, for one, think it's lame.

- Agreed.
- So lame.

- The lamest.
- I actually kind of love it.

Sex sells. And in today's
overcrowded market, you need a hook.

The only hook a good show ever needs
is good storytelling.

Then why was your favorite part
of the Riverdale pilot

when Betty and Veronica kissed?

Well, because it was instantly
called out as tired in the scene.

- No. It's because it was hot.
- You can have it both ways.

No, you can't. Just admit
we are all secretly perverts.

Never!

And how do you feel about
race-blind casting, Daphne?

Well, as an Asian woman,
I think it's cool.

I mean, not to oversimplify
a thorny issue,

but everyone loves it when white people
play Jesus or a professional boxer.

Why can't it ever go
the other way, right?

Yes. I wasn't expecting
such an enlightened answer

from such a bitch.

Velma? What the hell?
You almost killed me.

Guess I didn't try hard enough.

See? Now, if this was a show,
it'd be super-hot if you two kissed.

Krista, if this was a show,
you'd be killed off for being horny.

Brenda?

Did you climb in my locker to prove
how skinny you are again?

We get it.

She has no brain!

I am not dissing her.
She has no brain.

Hello?
Anybody? I know my rights.

I get a phone call
and a handsome detective

I infuriate with my indifference.

Who killed Brenda, Velma?

You're not real,
you're not real.

Who isn't real, sweetie?

God's not real if you two morons
are running this investigation.

How we've missed
that sense of humor, girl.

Seriously. How long has it been since
Daphne had you over to our house?

Since my mom went missing.
Two years ago.

Right. That.

- Oh, my God. You totally forgot.
- No, we didn't.

Every day,
we're closer to finding Doodad.

Diya. Her name is Diya.

You know what?
We're done here. Peace.

Unfortunately,
we're not done here, Velma.

You're a suspect
in Brenda's murder. Now sit.

I'm a suspect? I thought lesbians
were good at solving crimes.

It's like the one positive stereotype
perpetuated by cop shows.

Velma,
she was found in your locker

and you were lurking
around the showers

like a gym teacher who isn't
a gym teacher anymore.

Clearly,
someone's trying to frame me.

And I wasn't lurking.
I was waiting to shower alone.

- Because of your weight?
- What? No.

- Because of your handsome face?
- My face is fine.

Because of your
hairy gorilla arm?

No, because I hate your stupid adopted
daughter and her fake-ass friends.

And yet you and Daphne used to be
best friends. Isn't that right?

Yeah, until Daphne got hot
and ditched me

to hang out with Brenda
and the other popular girls

at Spooner's Malt Shop.
I could kill them all.

Okay, I see how this looks bad.

Look, we know you couldn't
kill Brenda, sweetie.

But we also know we're not, like,
the best detectives.

So the only way we're going to convince
the sheriff you're innocent

is if you help us find
Brenda's actual murderer.

Help you find Brenda's murderer?
But that's a mystery.

And I don't solve mysteries.
Not anymore.

Then you're screwed.

You've got 24 hours
and then we arrest you.

But still, so good seeing you.
We miss you.

Say hi to your father
and Doodad.

Diya!

Hey!
Watch where you're going, jerk.

Hey, Fred.

- Do I know you?
- It's Velma, from school.

You cheat off me in Spanish
because you think I'm Mexican.

Maybe. I have a disease where
I can't recognize people who aren't hot.

My doctor says it's basically
sickle cell for rich guys.

- Is it called rudeness?
- It is. You're like, smart.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, not a compliment.

Anyway, have you seen Daphne?

- She texted.
- Fred. Thank God you're here.

- Brenda's...
- Into me. No, I know.

I'm caliente,
as this one's people would say.

No. Brenda's dead.

What? No!

She was my plan B
if you ever got too clingy.

What happened?

- Ask Velma.
- Who?

Me, Fred.
We were just... Forget it.

- Not now, Daph. Geez.
- Then when, Fred? When?

And just FYI,
I didn't kill Brenda.

And how are you
going to prove that, Velma?

You don't solve
mysteries anymore.

You're not real.
You're not real.

Seriously, who is this weirdo?

Did your moms, like,
adopt another kid?

Dad! You can't just eat soggy fries
from the takeout container.

You have to crisp them
in the oven first.

I saw you eat a fry out of the vacuum
cleaner last week, so spare me.

- I've had a long day.
- You've had a long day?

I was accused
of a murder I didn't commit.

- And whose fault is that?
- Excuse me?

Don't you raise your eyebrows
at me, Steve Harvey.

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

- Fine.
- Velma, I love you.

But I'm a lawyer,
so trust me when I say this.

People only think
you murdered Brenda because you...

Were voted "Most Revenge-y"
in the school yearbook. I know.

Those yearbook guys
have no idea what's coming to them.

No, because you're a weirdo.
Ever since your mother disappeared,

you haven't even tried to hang out
with the normal kids

at Spooner's Malt Shop.

Maybe I'd hang out there more

if you hadn't knocked up
a Spooner's waitress

while your actual wife
is still missing.

Velma, that's not fair!

I'm not just a waitress.
I'm also...

A basic bitch who doesn't even know
how to use hashtags?

No, I'm also, hashtag,
the owner of Spooner's.

The baby's kicking.

Hashtag, get my new camera
out of my bag, Aman.

You got an actual camera?
With what money?

Dad says we can't even afford
to buy me a second sweater.

- Oh, God!
- I know, but it's about priorities.

You need a real camera to capture real,
unmanufactured moments.

Well, I have to go
prepare myself for prison.

Not that you care.

Velma, real talk, shero to shero.

People only think you're a murderer
because you're a creepy loser.

But that will change tonight,

when you become a glamorous waitress
at Spooner's Malt Shop.

That was Brenda's
favorite song.

And yeah, normally in pop culture,
when a slutty girl is murdered,

we're all a little like,
"Well, maybe she deserved it".

But that is what made Brenda
so special.

She was the rare slut that did not
deserve to be murdered.

Thank you, Krista.
That was beautiful.

But Brenda wasn't just a rare slut.
She was a rare friend.

In fact,
she was such a rare friend,

she made my previous so-called best
friend look like a piece of crap.

Especially now that I know she's
the main suspect in Brenda's murder.

Daphne, sweetie,
that was private.

Bump this noise.

Nope.

Hello?

You're not real.

You're not real.

I am real! A real man, Father!

Who are you?

- If I tell you, will you remember?
- I have an illness!

What are you
doing out here, Fred?

I guess since you're a stranger
I'll never see again, I can tell you.

I'm trying to pull myself together

so I can be the man
my father expects me to be.

Zam! DILF city.

- Sorry. Continue.
- No, I get it.

And I want to be
as manly as him.

But since Brenda died,
I can't stop crying like a total puss.

Hey, hey. It's okay. I get it.

I have this whole thing
with my mom.

Did she put her cigars
out on you?

No. My mom smoked cigarettes.

Figuring that out was
the first mystery I ever solved.

Shit. Hi, sweetie.

See, my mother wrote mysteries.

And from that day on, she gave me
little mysteries to solve

while she worked and smoked.

Like the case
of the missing idea juice.

But eventually,

I grew bold, and sought mysteries
of my own.

But instead of feeling excited
I found my Christmas presents,

I felt terrible.
I'd ruined Christmas.

But still,
my mom felt so bad for me,

she ran out to buy something
I could unwrap Christmas morning.

That was the last time
I ever saw her.

Hey, don't forget to buy yourself
something from me.

That night,
the police found my mom's car

abandoned and empty,
except for her glasses,

and a single
wrapped gift for me.

So I put on my mom's glasses
and vowed I wouldn't open her gift

until I found her.

But I felt so guilty
that it was my mystery solving

that had caused her
to go missing,

I started having
horrifying hallucinations.

This is all your fault, Velma.

Why did you have to go
and solve your own mystery?

Now, when I try
to solve a mystery,

my guilt triggers a potentially
heart-stopping hallucination.

Could exercising and eating less
fried food help?

We'll never know.

After hearing that, I not only feel
emotionally hooked,

I understand the stakes
of your journey, Velma.

You remembered my name.

That's never happened
to me before.

Fred! Watch out!

You're right! If anyone ever saw me
talking to you, I'd die of shame.

Velma!
There you are!

Norville? What the hell?

You didn't answer my VMs.
Voice mails.

And then my dad heard me
call you the B word,

so I lost my phone for 24 hours.
But I had to find you.

Because I still didn't know
if you'd listened to my VMs,

voice mails,
let alone responded. Did you?

Yes. And I don't want to do
our math homework together.

Just email me
your answers like always.

Yes, of course. Though I left you
some other VMs, voice...

I know what VMs are!
Get to the point.

I already did.
In my VMs.

Velma, it's Norville. From math.
I know who killed Brenda.

- Oh, my God. Who?
- I left you six more VMs.

So I guess what I'm saying is,
I don't know who killed Brenda.

Damn it, Norville,
you're wasting my time.

If I can't convince people
I didn't kill Brenda by tomorrow,

I'm going to be arrested.

I know, But I also know how to find out
who did kill Brenda.

Have you ever wondered
why Spooner's,

a boring malt shop owned by a woman
with a breathe tattoo,

is the coolest spot
in Crystal Cove?

Only every day of my life.
On TV shows,

the malt shop owner
is always a friendly Black man,

or a spicy meatball Italian.

So you're like, "the kids come here
for the folksy wisdom".

But Sophie has no wisdom.

Just a lot of T-shirts
with puns about wine.

Exactly. I think it has
something to do with drugs.

Which I hate.

I had one of my reporters on the school
newspaper investigate Spooner's.

Guess which one.

- Dorkus McNoFriends?
- Well, Dorkus was actually busy.

So I gave Brenda my camera

to photograph
anything suspicious there.

And she said she got a picture
of something weird in the bathroom,

but didn't say what.

Wait. So you think...

No, I know Brenda was murdered to
keep that photograph from getting out.

Holy crap!

Sophie just got a new camera,
which I know we can't afford.

Hashtag, get my new camera
out of my bag, Aman.

But what if she didn't buy it?

What if she took it from Brenda
after killing her,

to protect the secret
of Spooner's popularity?

If I can find
your camera on Sophie,

I'd solve Brenda's murder
and send Sophie to jail.

It's a win-win.

Or maybe we could find
the camera together?

Together?

Yeah.
Just because it's mine.

But also your hallucinations.
I could maybe help?

Okay. I thought you were, like,
suggesting a date.

A date? You wish.

A date. What?

- Holy mother of God.
- Yes, it's true.

Sophie photographs babies
dressed up as vegetables.

It's our dirty little secret.

But that's how
she afforded the new camera.

Okay, but if this isn't
Norville's camera, who killed Brenda?

Oh, no! The camera!

Is someone trying
to solve a mystery?

No. I was just
asking a question.

- Heart attack.
- Velma, what is this?

Did you eat
all the gummy vitamins again?

Damn it, Aman. Can't you see
that she's trying to solve a mystery?

There you go.
Get it all out.

Yep. Okay. Oh, boy.
Still more.

I'm sorry. I thought you killed Brenda
because she figured out

the secret
to your diner's popularity.

I get that.
But there isn't any secret to it.

Just good food, great tunes.

And I let teens
have sex in the bathroom.

And I'm sorry I didn't believe you
about your hallucinations.

But, Velma, I told you this.

Your mother didn't go missing
because you solved a mystery.

She left us.

No, she didn't.
Something bad happened to her,

and it's my fault.

Because if Mom just left us,
it means she didn't love us.

Which is insane. Sure, you were
a huge jerk, Dad, but I was...

My eye!

My book!

My idea juice!

Oh, God.
Mom wasn't taken.

She left because she hated us.

Yes. So you can stop feeling guilty
about your mysteries.

And you can start changing your
personality to fit in and avoid prison.

What? Too soon?

No. No, you're right.

It's time to stop
feeling guilty and move on.

Are you an exchange student
from a more sexually liberated country?

No, it's Velma.

I'm just unburdened by the belief
I caused my mother to go missing.

Well, now that you're not
a total dog,

do you want to hang out
at Spooner's Malt Shop later?

Yes. Because I'm just a normal,
well-adjusted teen now.

- Like all of you.
- She is.

My opinion's changed.

Velma, do you like playing cards?
Because I'm calling bullshit.

This outfit is clearly just a ploy
to make us think

you're not a brain-removing
serial killer anymore.

No, it's not.

Enough!

My fellow populars, yes.
Underneath this banging new look,

Velma is still the fashionably
challenged loser

we depend on for group projects.
But last night, we spoke.

And yes, while it was awful,

I learned this is not a creature
capable of murder. Nay.

It is just a scared little boy
who wants our friendship.

Perfect.

Well, well, well.

Well, well, well.

- Well, well, well.
- Can you just get to it?

- Class is starting.
- I have a whole speech.

Fine. I'll just
skip to the main part.

Well, guess what, Velma?

If you want my boyfriend,
you can have him.

Boyfriend?
You think I want Fred?

I mean, sure,
if someone was, like,

"want to see a naked picture of Fred?"
I'd be like, "Hubba hubba!"

But I'd say that about anyone.
LeBron, Helen Mirren, a mummy.

Fred? Naked?
Hilarious.

We've been dating for a year, and he
still won't even take his pants off.

A year?

- He gay?
- I haven't heard that rumor.

I have heard rumors
about other people.

Yeah, we've all heard
those rumors.

Anyway, Fred's so self-conscious
about his body,

he kicks everyone out of the bathroom
at Spooner's Malt Shop

when he has to use it.
So have fun with that.

Wait. The bathroom
at Spooner's Malt Shop?

Oh, my God.

Norville!

Hey, I was rethinking
our friendship this morning...

No time!
Drive me to Fred's house!

I'll get my windbreaker.

Why would Fred kill Brenda

just because she photographed him
in the bathroom?

Why wouldn't he?
If I were a rich white dude,

I'd kill everybody
just to get away with it.

Won't looking for my camera trigger
your potentially fatal hallucinations?

Though
"Saving Friend from Death"

would make
for a great college essay.

My hallucinations have stopped.
Once I realized solving mysteries

didn't cause
my mom to go missing,

I no longer felt the guilt
that triggered them.

Okay, but have you given
any thought

to all the other ways you could die
trying to solve a mystery?

Crushed by a revolving bookcase.
Attacked by bats.

Falling off a fence.

Stop. I'll be fine.

Velma, did you fall?

No, I'm cool
and graceful like a swan.

Okay, 'cause it really
sounded like you fell.

- What?
- I'm bored.

Norville! Get off my jock
and let me solve this mystery.

Oh. God,
I'm starting to hallucinate.

You just said those were over.

Well, I guess I needed
more than three minutes online

to make a mental health
diagnosis, didn't I?

- Wait. This isn't so bad.
- No, it's not bad, Velma.

But it's going to be!

Help me, Norville!

Velma! Velma! Can you hear me?

Just remember, these hallucinations
are only in your head,

so focus on what I'm saying.

Velma!

You're not saying anything.

I know! I'm kind of drawing
a blank right now.

Have you seen
any good movies lately?

Oh, God!
Here comes the big one.

Stop! You can't die.

Why? I'm weird
and no one likes me.

That's not true.

I like you.
Like, like like you.

Wait, what?
No, you don't.

You're like a brother to me.
That's hilarious.

Wait. Norville.
Your joke worked, you genius.

- Keep making me laugh.
- I wasn't joking.

Your face is why
I get up in the morning.

That's perfect.
One more time should do it.

Make it super cringy.

You're the main character
in all my dreams.

Okay, stop.
I'm peeing. I'm peeing.

Norville, it worked.
Who knew you were so funny?

Yes, it's hilarious.
I'm the funniest man alive.

This is not what I need right now.

Bingo.

These are just
Krista hooking up with...

Damn, Krista. Get it.

But why does
Fred have the camera?

Because Velma,
Brenda also photographed this.

Wait. Your secret is
you're hairless?

If I was hairless, I'd literally wear
a bikini to school every day.

Not hairless, Velma.

I haven't finished going
through puberty yet.

I'm a late bloomer.

How else are my features
so boyishly delicate?

But Father says, if people know,
they'll laugh, and never respect me

as the man and unquestioned leader
that I am meant to be.

So we keep the secret hidden away
to avoid embarrassment.

Which is why Brenda,
and her stupid camera

left me no choice
but the unthinkable.

- Oh, no.
- It's okay.

I'm just gonna to do to you
what I did to Brenda.

What the hell?

You saved my life.
You're not terrible cops, after all.

They assumed
you were a package thief.

It worked out, didn't it?

Okay. Well,
I proved my innocence.

Can I go? I'd like to wash
Fred's leg blood out of my mouth.

Yeah, sweetie,
you're free to go.

But we're taking credit
for the arrest.

Linda lost her taser on a loop-de-loop
roller-coaster last week,

so we need a win.

Wait. You think
I killed Brenda?

You just said you were going to do
to me what you did to her.

I meant pay you to keep quiet.
I'm innocent.

I'm too much of a puss
to kill someone.

I'd laugh, Fred.

If I wasn't standing next to this
secret comedian over here.

Man, if I found humor attractive,
I would be all over you right now.

Oh, well...

Hey, so if you no longer feel guilty
for your mom's disappearance,

why do you think
you hallucinated?

- The rules feel a bit muddy.
- Muddy?

Sorry I'm not a drunk
on the verge of losing custody,

like every other woman
solving murders these days.

Clearly I hallucinated
because I do still feel guilty.

As annoying as I was,
in my heart,

I know my mom
loves me too much to have left.

It was my mystery solving
that caused her disappearance.

But after catching Fred,
I'm back, baby.

I'm gonna find my mom,
or die trying.

That is one mystery
I don't want to solve. Right?

Velma, you should see this.

Oh, God! Krista!
And she also has no brain!