All language subtitles for Riverdale.US_.S07E01.WEB_.x264-TG

♪ One, two, three o'clock
Four o'clock, rock ♪

♪ Five, six, seven o'clock
Eight o'clock, rock ♪

♪ Nine, ten, eleven o'clock
Twelve o'clock, rock ♪

♪ We're gonna rock around
the clock tonight ♪

♪ Put your glad rags
on And join me, hon ♪

♪ We'll have some fun When
the clock strikes one ♪

♪ We're gonna rock Around
the clock tonight ♪

♪ We're gonna rock, rock,
rock Till broad daylight ♪

♪ We're gonna rock, gonna rock
Around the clock tonight ♪

♪ When the clock strikes
two Three and four ♪

The year is 1955.

Number one on the Billboard
charts is "Rock Around The Clock,"

an earworm if I've
ever heard one.

Now, some random fun facts.

In 1955, a hamburger
with a side of fries

set you back 30 cents.

A comic book, a dime. A
pulp novel, a quarter.

It's been two days since Bailey's
Comet almost decimated us,

and we were somehow
zapped back to the 1950s.

I'm not sure how that
happened exactly.

I'm not sure if we're
merely in the past,

or in the past of an
alternate universe.

But things are different
here in Riverdale.

For starters, I live in an
abandoned train car with Hot Dog,

which actually tracks.

And at Riverdale High,
we're all juniors again.

Betty and Kevin
aren't merely friends,

they're dating.

Cheryl's twin brother is
alive, but he's not Jason.

He's Julian.

No sign of a Reggie yet.

But Archie exists, and he's still
pretty much a teen Charles Atlas.

None of them remember our lives

from before we became
teenagers again,

and I haven't tried
to remind them yet.

I've been waiting to
reconnect with the one person

who might be able to shed
light on our predicament,

because she was
both chronokinetic

and the town's guardian angel,
my girlfriend, Tabitha Tate.

Bus from Mississippi's
pulling in.

Wonder if it was
as bad down there

as they're saying on the radio.

I already knew
what Pop would soon find out.

It was much, much worse.

Tabitha, Toni and some of Riverdale
High's other students of color

were in Mississippi
for the trial

of the two men who murdered
Black teenager Emmett Till,

for supposedly whistling
at a white woman.

The jury deliberated
for all of 67 minutes

and then acquitted the killers.

It was one of the
single most shameful

and appalling events
of this or any era.

Uh, Tabitha?

Uh, they

announced the verdict
on... on the radio.

It made me sick in my stomach.

- If you need anything...
- That's what we're trying to figure out now,

what our next move should be...
but I appreciate the offer.

It's Jughead, right?

Uh, yeah. Yes.

I'll let you know.

It's overwhelming.

Heartbreaking.

Whichever genius
said that the '50s

were the greatest
decade of all time

should seriously have
their head examined.

Archie? Can I
speak to you for a minute?

What's wrong, Mom?

They printed more pictures
from James Dean's car accident.

Oh, I can't even
show them to you.

You shouldn't look
at that stuff, Mom,

- it upsets you.
- No, what upsets me

- is the idea of you on the road being reckless.
- Oh.

And that's why I...

I'm going to need
your keys, Archie.

You're not going to drive
that hot rod anymore.

Mom. Whoa! Now, Mom,
I'm a safe driver.

It's not a hot rod.

It's barely a cut
above a jalopy...

It's got fire
painted on its doors.

- Mom.
- Keys. Now.

♪ Well, that's
All right, Mama ♪

♪ That's all right for you ♪

♪ That's all right, mama
Just anyway you do ♪

♪ That's all right
That's all right ♪

♪ That's all right now,
Mama Anyway you do ♪

♪ Well, Mama she done told me ♪

♪ Papa done told me too ♪

♪ Son, that gal
Your foolin' with ♪

♪ She ain't no good for you ♪

♪ But that's all right
That's all right ♪

What do you think, Betty?

Toni, your writing
is remarkable.

This is the most important piece of
reporting that I've read in my two years

as editor-in-chief
at the Blue and Gold.

But we've tried covering
Emmett Till before.

Both times Principal Featherhead
has vetoed the stories.

Betty, I heard Mamie Till give the
most incredible, inspiring speech

after the verdict was delivered.

And I got a chance
to interview people

that knew Emmett personally,

his friends, his neighbors.

And I made them a promise I
would help tell his story.

I agree wholeheartedly.

I'll make an appointment
for us with Featherhead.

This
is a squirrel mill.

A mill is a hot rod or souped-up
jalopy which was once just a car.

Well, it should happen to all...

Mrs. Thornton, I'm sorry
to interrupt your class,

but I did want to personally introduce a
new student to our Riverdale High family.

She's just moved here
from sunny Los Angeles.

Damn.

Even in 1955,
Veronica Lodge knew

how to make an entrance.

Enchante, I'm sure.

Thank you, Principal
Featherhead.

Now, before you ask,

yes, I am that Veronica Lodge,

the daughter of Hiram
and Hermione Lodge,

the married stars of America's number-one
rated television program, Oh Mija!

For the foreseeable future,

I will be staying with
my auntie and uncle

at the Pembrooke in
downtown Riverdale.

Why? Well,

you may have heard about MGM's
upcoming film adaptation of Our Town.

Though I can't confirm that the lead
role of innocent ingenue Emily Webb

has already been cast

with a certain raven-haired
starlet, namely moi,

I did feel it was
an opportune time

to take a sabbatical
from Hollywood

and get a feel for
small-town life.

But please, I beg of you
treat me as one of your own,

not as a scion of
Tinseltown royalty.

Thank you.

Mind if I join you?

- Actually...
- Yeah, sure.

I believe I caught on your names

in Mrs. Thornton's class.

Archie. Betty.

Kevin. Julian.

Hmm.

Remind me, what's yours again?

- Cheryl.
- That's right, Cheryl.

So, what are we dishing about?

- Clue me in.
- James Dean's untimely passing, of course.

I am the president of his fan
club here at Riverdale High.

Your parents' show is hilarious.

We tune in every week.

You and everyone else,

if Mr. Nielsen is
to be believed.

Where in Los Angeles
did you live?

Bel Air.

In a ghastly old mansion
Vincent Price used to own.

Is that close to where
James Dean lived?

Wait, you didn't know
James Dean, did you?

Kevin, don't
be so provincial.

James Dean was a movie star.

He was friends with Elizabeth
Taylor and Rock Hudson.

Actually, Jimmy and I
were quite friendly.

We went skinny-dipping in the
pool at the Chateau Marmaduke.

- You went skinny-dipping?
- With James Dean?

Once or was it a regular thing?

I suppose next you'll be
saying you and Jimmy dated.

No, but he did enjoy playing
both sides of the net.

Girls and boys.

Wait. Hang on! Are you
suggesting that James Dean was...

What? I mean, he seemed like

such a regular guy.
Like a cowboy, almost.

How dare you besmirch
his memory like that?

Don't you be so provincial.

I don't know why I'm so surprised
to hear such filthy lies

coming out of the mouth
of some wild child

who grew up
surrounded by perverts

going to sex parties and orgies!

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have lost my appetite.

What about Sal Mineo?

Remember, the astronomy club
is meeting after school today.

We will be bringing
something ideas to fundraise

so we can purchase new telescope

before Bailey's Comet arrives.

B-Bailey's Comet
is coming again?

Guys!

When?

Oh, not for two
years, Mr. Jones.

But it's an extremely
expensive telescope,

and this will be
the only opportunity

we'll have to see the
comet in our lifetime.

We mustn't miss it.

Hey, Veronica, can
I walk you home?

Walk?

Do I look like the kind
of girl who walks home?

Ready, Ronnie?

Thanks for the offer, Archie,

but as you can see, I've
already secured an escort home.

Um, excuse me.

And how do you expect me
to get home, dear brother?

You got two feet, don't you?

Use them or lose them.

I'm sorry.

Miss Topaz, Miss Cooper,

but I gave your article to
Dr. Werthers for review,

and we both agree,

it's not suitable
for publication.

Toni's reporting is, it's
thorough, insightful, balanced.

Be that as it may, as
a child psychologist,

it's my expert opinion that the
details of the Emmett Till case

are far too violent
and disturbing

for young, impressionable minds.

People, your students,
need to understand

the gravity of what happens
so it doesn't happen again...

here.

These sorts of things
don't happen in Riverdale.

And may I remind
you that we were

one of the first high schools
in the country to integrate.

- Isn't that enough?
- Hardly.

We don't have any
Black teachers.

We don't study or learn
about Black authors.

Change doesn't happen
overnight, Miss Topaz.

Your article's
very well-written.

Surely you can find some
satisfaction in that.

Mom, Dad, you haven't
said anything.

Did you read the article
my friend Toni wrote?

Yes, we did, honey.

And?

And it was very well-written.

- Extremely well-written.
- Mm-hmm.

So you'll read it
on the air, Dad?

Jeez, hon, we only get 15
minutes of airtime a night.

Do we really need to spend
one minute on a story that...

well, has nothing to do with us?

Dad, everyone watches
your nightly broadcast.

Imagine the impact it would have

if you, the face of RIVW,
talked about Emmett Till.

Elizabeth,
it's not that simple, honey.

I mean, you know very
well that we have to run

every single one of our stories

past our sponsors for approval.

And I'm sorry, this is just
not in their bailiwick.

Your sponsors,
you're talking about

The Blossoms,
Blossom Maple Syrup.

But if we lose their support,

RIVW won't be able to
expand its programming.

Hmm. You won't be able to give
yourself a raise, you mean.

Betty. Darling, why is
this so important to you?

Because what happened to Emmett
Till was a complete injustice.

A crime emblematic of everything

that's wrong with this country.

And nobody except my friend Toni

and her friends seem
to care about it.

You know, this
might sound crazy, Jug.

The first time that I saw her,

I felt like I was hit by a
thunderbolt or something.

Shazam!

But how is a guy like
me going to get anywhere

with a girl like Veronica Lodge
if I'm riding a damn bicycle?

That's why I'm sneaking
this baby out tonight.

I admit, while Archie
poured his heart out to me,

I was racking my brains.

If Bailey's Comet was what
sent us all to the past,

Bailey's Comet might be able
to send us back to the future.

But I needed help.

But with my friends unaware
of their former lives,

how can I make them remember?

It would take some kind of tangible
proof to jolt them awake, but what?

Jug, have you seen my dad's hammer?
I need to smack this dent out.

Your dad's hammer?

Did everyone bring an item?

Putting in a guitar pick and a
hammer from my dad's toolbox.

It was a long shot.

But could that time
capsule we buried

graduation weekend,
possibly have survived

whatever cosmic event
sent us back to 1955?

The items in that capsule
might trigger their memories.

Do you have a shovel
that I could borrow?

Thank God!

Well, well, well.

Color me curious.

The all-American boy is
secretly a hot-rodder.

I was hoping I could maybe
give you a ride home today.

Consider it a date.

Archie. Veronica.

I'm holding an emergency meeting
in the music room. Hurry!

Who is that person again?

What is all
this junk, Jughead?

These headlines
are like Dr. Seuss.

Just take a moment. Look
at what you're holding.

Do you remember anything? Do
you... Do you feel anything?

I mean, I like the jacket, but I've
never seen this before in my life.

I've been to a
lot of movie sets,

so I know a good prop when I
see one, and these are okay.

- They're not props.
- Hedwig and the Angry Inch.

I don't get it.
An "inch" of what?

When did you even get a chance

to bury my dad's
hammer in a cooler?

I didn't. You did.

We all buried something
of emotional significance

in that time capsule
67 years ago.

- But in the future.
- The future?

Yeah. Yes.

This is gonna sound nuts, okay?

Just hear me out.

Thanks to a cataclys