All language subtitles for Riverdale.S02E07.Chapter.Twenty.Tales.from.the.Darkside.576p.BluRay.DD5.1.x264-HiSD_track3_eng

- Previously on Riverdale...
- Bee and Vee, ladies.

You're not allowed
to go around

humiliating girls
for any reason...

If you wanna ride the Chuck wagon,
that can be arranged.

If you hadn't come
when you did...

Where is he?

The Pussycats
already saved me.

Am I supposed to pay you?

I do you a favor,
one day, you do me a favor.

You went to see
Penny Peabody?

Do not contact her again.

If she reaches out,
don't respond.

The cops are
rounding up Ghoulies!

You called the cops?

You think I knew Keller
was gonna be there?

- I called Keller.
- What the hell, Archie?

I found out
who killed Jason Blossom.

I found out who
the Sugarman was.

You're next.

Black Hood.

"People of Riverdale,

I have rid this town of
the drug-dealing child-killer

and others like him."

"Now, you must choose
your fate.

The next 48 hours
will be a test.

And I will be watching you
very closely."

"Show me
you are pure of heart,

and my work ends.

Continue to sin,

and I will take up
the sword again."

I thought I'd finally
outsmarted him, Jug,

the Black Hood...

By having
Mr. Phillips arrested,

I thought I was saving
his life, but instead...

Hey, Betty,

Phillips didn't deserve what
happened to him, but he was...

A high school teacher
dealing drugs.

- I mean, Betty if it...
- And how the hell

did the Black Hood even get
into the Sheriff's Station?

I mean, unless he...

What?

What is it, Poirot?

Nothing. No. It's too crazy.

Hello.

It's Penny Peabody,

remember that favor
you owe me?

I'm calling it in.

Uh, no, no.
Wait, wait, hold on a minute.

I'm hungry,
I'll meet you at Pop's.

I can't do this favor
for you, whatever it is.

If I have to pay
for you helping my dad...

He needs more help,
that's why I called.

FP got in a little "accident",

with some Ghoulies in the
prison showers the other day.

Oh, my God.

He's in the infirmary now.

Is he okay?

Well, they messed up
that pretty face of his.

The Ghoulies
wanted blood payback

for the deal you
and that Northsider made

with Sheriff Keller, got all
their higher-ups locked away.

That wasn't...

What can we do,
to get him out?

For that you would need money.
You need money.

Rich people?

Rich people
don't sit in jail.

Money greases the wheels
of justice.

I have $18 to my name.

Hmm.

Well, then maybe we should
think of this favor as a job.

Right?

Just a one-time delivery.

You just pick up
a crate on the Southside,

deliver it to an address
in Greendale. That's it.

What's in the crate?

Let's say, um...

Pancake mix.

Penny, I'm not gonna be
your drug-runner.

Of course not. You're gonna be
my "transportation advisor."

Do this,

and I'll use your cut of
the cash for your dad's case.

I'll see what we can do about
getting him an early release.

Okay. Okay, I'll do it.

Good boy. Okay. Now, you
just gotta make the drop off

and get out of there
before midnight.

'Cause you don't want to be in
Greendale after midnight, trust me.

All right?
And, um, this crate,

it's not gonna fit
on your bike.

Can you get a car?

Jug? What are you doing here?

Out of the way,
Bert & Ernie.

Archie, listen.
I need your help.

You owe me,

because of that
little stunt you pulled

with Keller and the Ghoulies.

Whatever you want.

Name the time and place,
and I'm there.

It's tonight. And we need to
borrow your dad's truck.

Archie... No questions asked,
okay?

Grab that side of the crate,
I'll grab the other.

Jug, I will see this through,
but where does it end?

115 Derby Street
in Greendale.

Come on. I mean, how does
you being a Serpent end?

I don't know.

I'm kind of just living
minute-to-minute here.

All right?

You know,
I had this stupid idea.

That after graduation,
instead of going to college,

we'd both move to New York.

You were this writer.

And I'd be this musician,

we'd both live in, like,
the East Village or something.

Just doing our thing.

Pretty sure the East Village
doesn't exist anymore.

Where are Betty
and Veronica in this scenario?

They're roommates
on Park Avenue.

No, but seriously,

you stay
on this path, Jughead,

you're gonna end up in jail.

Or maybe worse than jail.

And of course,
I don't have a friggin' spare.

We're gonna have to
call Triple C.

What? We have
the crate in the back.

No, no. Let's call Betty.
She can bring us a tire.

Are you crazy?
No, Betty is not an option.

I am not letting you
drag her into this mess.

Hey, calm down.
You're right.

Kevin! He's got a truck.
Let's call him. Come on.

Yeah.

Okay.

Play it cool.

Having some car trouble?

- No.
- Yeah.

We need a spare.

Or a ride to Greendale,
if you can help.

Uh, no spare,

but I'm passing through
Greendale.

What's in the crate?

Pancake mix.

Well, I can take you,
but it's going to cost you.

- How much cash you got?
- $18.

I only got room
for one of you.

Me. And the crate.

You're not seriously gonna

go with this guy alone,
are you?

We don't really
have any other choices.

Hey, we doing this or not?

Yeah, yes we are.

It's all right. Just stay
with your dad's truck.

Hey, you've come this far.

We're all good.

Okay?

Don't look
under that tarp, boy.

Thought your friend
back there was

Jason Blossom,

for just a hot minute.

You never know
on the road to Greendale.

This is truly judgment day,

and he is the reaper,

for Riverdale is soulless
and corrupt.

But in the Black of the Hood
is the light of God,

and when you see it,
you will die.

Unless you are of
heavenly things and pure...

Do you mind
if I turn this down?

There's a lot of righteous people
saying he's doing God's work,

The Black Hood.

That's one way
of lookin' at it, yeah.

Yeah.

You know what this
whole Black Hood thing

reminds me of, don't you?

The Riverdale Reaper,
is what.

Riverdale had a Reaper?

Makes my blood run cold
just thinking about it.

- Thanks for the tire.
- You got it.

Fill her up.

I'll go pay inside.

Hey, boy!

There's a cafe over there.

I'm starving. Come on, now.

I saw you,
look under my tarp.

Don't worry,
I got my permits.

I'm no thrill-seeking sicko,

like the Black Hood.

Or the Riverdale Reaper.

Who exactly
was the Riverdale Reaper?

There was a family
living out near Fox Forest.

Good family.

Mother, father, two kids.

One night,
they were all asleep,

someone broke in.

A boogeyman went
room to room with a shotgun.

Shot 'em all dead.

No survivors.

Oh, my God.

Did they find him?
The Reaper?

Some people say
the lynch mob got him.

Hung him from the tree
near Pickens Park.

Others think
he hopped a train

and went out to California.

Started praying to the Devil.

Others say
he never left Riverdale.

What are you saying?

You think the Riverdale Reaper
is the Black Hood?

I'm saying that
there's a cycle to things.

What happened then,
what's happening now.

It's killing season
in Riverdale.

And I wouldn't be surprised
if it was the same man.

Here's the check,

when you're ready.

My friend here'll pay for it.

What?

I don't
have any money,

I gave it to you... 18 bucks.

I used that for the gas.

Well, somebody's gotta pay
for this.

Oh, good luck, Crown Boy.
I'm outta here.

And I'm taking that crate
with me.

- No, you aren't, man.
- Hey! Where are you going?

Nobody move,
I'm calling the Sheriff...

- No!
- No!

Jughead, what's going on?

They're trying to
dine n' ditch!

I'm calling the cops!

Two boys on a country road,

with a crate full
of God-knows-what.

You're sinners, both of you.

Careful or you'll taste
the Reaper's blade next.

I'll pay for the bill.

Do you take debit?

Hey.

Thanks.

And thank you
for coming back for me.

I said
I'd see this through, Jug.

It's 11:52.

Better get goin' then.

You're late.

We had car trouble.

- Whoa, whoa.
- Next time don't be late.

No next time.

No, this was a one-time thing.

That's not what
Snake Charmer tells me.

She says the Serpents are
taking over for the Ghoulies.

We're set
for a regular delivery,

with a regular delivery boy.

Which one of you
is Jughead Jones?

You know my name?

Ah.

Thank you for helping me
tonight, I...

I know that, that

violates every strand
of your DNA.

We've all done
bad things, Jug.

Ever since the Black Hood
walked into this diner.

It's like he's making us
do them.

I was thinking about that guy
who stopped for us tonight,

Mr. American Gothic.

His story about
the Riverdale Reaper.

Maybe it's just a tale
from the dark side but...

What if,

it's an actual lead?

Maybe tomorrow,

you and I,

if you're free,
we could go to library...

Me and Reggie are taking Moose
to physical therapy.

Then Ronnie and I
are having dinner

with her parents.

But maybe the day after?

Yeah. For sure.

Can't you get out
of this somehow, Jug?

What part exactly?

I can try.

Hey, I'll try.

Do you want a ride home?
It's practically dawn.

No, um...

Visiting hours start
at sun up.

I'm gonna visit my dad.

What's up? You look
like you've seen a ghost.

What
the hell game are you playing, Penny?

- You lied to me. My dad's fine.
- I incentivized you.

No, you said that this was
gonna be a one-and-done.

It's not like
you have a choice.

What is this?

It's insurance
you'll do what I say.

And if you cause a stink

or try to back out,

or raise your voice
to me ever again,

I will make sure that video goes
straight to the Sheriff's office.

God, imagine what that
would do to your dad's heart.

Break it, right?

Why?

- Why me?
- FP made me a promise,

that he didn't keep.

As far as I'm concerned,
his debt is yours.

And I am just getting started
with you.

Mr. Svenson,

you scared me.

I was about to lock up.
Are you gonna be okay?

Yeah, yeah,
I'll just, uh,

slip out the side door,
like usual.

As long as you don't tell
Principal Weatherbee.

He'd have my head.

Josephine McCoy.

Why do you think I moved us
into the Five Seasons?

Because,

you don't feel safe
at the house.

Baby, I don't want you
walking the streets alone,

not with the Black Hood
out there.

I am this close to assigning
a deputy to you for security.

Mom! I don't need a bodyguard.

I'm not Whitney.

Not yet, anyway.

I want you in this hotel

before dark from now on.

- Mom.
- Understood?

Yes, ma'am.

The Black Hood has my mom on
edge and she has me on edge,

and when I get stressed,

the polyps
on my vocal chords swell

and I lose my voice.

On top of which,

going behind
the Pussycats' back,

working on songs without them.

You feel like you're sinning,
and the Black Hood is going after sinners.

I get it. And you're allowed
to feel guilty.

Up to a point,

but I slipped that vid of you
singing "Milkshake"

to that producer
at Shabbey Road Studios,

and he was adamant about
giving you and you alone,

studio time.

OMG. Another gift
from your secret admirer?

Gotta get a new lock.

That's the third gift
this week.

Who could this mystery bae be?

Ooh, maybe
it's the Black Hood.

You know
he loves writing notes.

That is not funny, Cheryl.

Chuck Clayton?
Can I help you?

Well, I heard that voice
and I could not resist.

So, uh,

I know this may seem
a little out of the blue.

But I was wondering
if maybe you and I...

No.

Not even
some cheese fries at Pop's?

Wait, hold up.

Are you the one
putting things in my locker?

- Well, I can be.
- Ew.

Sorry, Chuck. I don't date.

Especially not chauvinistic,
misogynistic harassers of women, like you.

I've got bio.

You will not believe this.

Chuck Clayton just asked me
out on a date.

That's vile,
assuming you said no.

Yeah, I'm not insane.

Good. Because we've a date
with the recording studio

Maybe after school today?

No way. I'm heading straight
to the girls' locker room

for a eucalyptus steam.

My throat's been acting up...

- Josie, we have to practice...
- Good Lord, Cheryl.

I don't know who's more
controlling, you or my mom.

Josie, what you did,

saving me from that
Nick St. Creature.

It's a debt
I'll never be able to repay.

What I can do is offer my humble
skills to make your career blossom.

But I'm happy
to take a step back

if you're feeling overwhelmed.

No, no.

It's all good.

Oh, my God...

Hey, what's up.

Is it true
you're ditching us?

- Who told you that?
- Someone put a note in my locker.

- What?
- Josie.

Women are supposed to treat
each other better than this.

We're your sisters,
and you clawed us in the back.

It's not as black-and-white
as that.

Okay, this... This opportunity
just fell in my lap.

Then why
didn't you talk to us?

Why be all shady
and hide it?

Because she wants to try it
as a solo diva.

Well, go ahead, Josie.

Try it, girl.
'Cause you're on your own now.

What? No, wait!
No, Val!

Pride cometh before
the fall, Josie.

Who's there?

God! Chuck!

Chuck!

- Oh, my God.
- Josie, are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

Hey, you wanna...
You wanna give me a ride home?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Okay.

Is it cool
if we make one stop first?

Don't.

Don't give me that look.

That "we are on a date" look.

We are not on a date.

Okay, I admit,

- I don't have a great track record.
- Hmm.

But I am changing.

I started going to church
with my dad,

and I'm taking
these art classes.

Why? To objectify models?

No, I wanna draw comics

or kids' books.

Chuck, be realistic.

You expect me to just believe
that you've changed?

Hey, kids.

Really nice seeing you
at church on Sunday, Chuck.

Maybe you can
get this one to come.

What?

Did you plan that?

No, I'm good.

But I'm not that good.

And, Josie, I really
am trying to be better.

Come on, let's dance.

- In Pop's?
- Why not?

Josie!

- You are a damned fool.
- Mom, what are you doing here?

Check your phone, young lady.

I've been texting you
for hours.

And you're in here
doing the twist.

Mom, relax.

Mayor McCoy,
I was just about to give Josie a ride home.

You?

I don't want you within
ten feet of my daughter!

I cannot have you
acting out, Josie,

not with everything
that's going on.

I'm not acting out, Mom,

I'm living my life.

There are people in this town
with hate in their hearts.

You've read the letters
I used to get.

The words they used.

And now,
since the Black Hood started,

it's gotten so much worse.

It's like...

It's like
they're emboldened by him.

I've started getting
death threats.

Oh, my God.

The things
they're saying, Josie,

they're going to
"slit my throat."

Or "cut out my heart."

They're monsters.

And...

What?

The last letter I got,

mentioned you.

I have to ask you, Josie,

you received any letters?
Or packages?

Anything suspicious
or threatening?

No.

No, nothing like that.

I've worked so hard
to get us here.

To shield us
from this kind of hatred.

Mom.

That someone
would do that,

write those things
to your mom?

This town is seriously ill.

Tell me about it.

My mom's the mayor.

She's the strongest woman
I know,

and for these cowards
to be terrorizing her...

Do you want to bail
on practice?

No, I need to sing.

It'll keep my mind off
last night.

Speaking of,

I cannot believe you went on
a date with Chuck last night.

Taking a few art classes
does not a saint make.

He really is trying
to be a better person.

Is that why
you didn't tell Sheriff Keller

he was low-key stalking you?

I'm giving Chuck
the benefit of the doubt.

Fine. It's your funeral.

Here we go again.

I'll give Chuck that.

He knows how to commit.

Oh, my God.

That is so not okay.

It's a threat, Josie.

What's in the box?

Oh, my God!

Out of the way,
Bert and Ernie.

We got your note, Cretin.

This sick game you're playing
with my girl ends now.

Some people may be buying

the snake oil you're peddling,
but not me.

You're still the same
Chuck that thinks women

are playthings
to possess and torture.

Cheryl, what are you even
talking about right now?

Stuffed animals are one thing,

- but a pig's heart?
- Josie, I, uh...

If the Black Hood weren't
clearly an old white dude,

I'd say you'd be
a prime suspect.

Hey, what's going on here?

Oh, good. Mr. Svenson's here
to clean up the trash.

Chuck's been
threatening Josie,

sending her
disturbing messages.

The creep probably wants to

cut her open
and feel her organs.

Josie, is this true?

For all we know, he's the one
sending your mom those letters, too.

Come on, Josie.

It is. He's the one.

- What?
- It's true.

It is not true,
and you know it.

- You're going to Weatherbee's office.
- You are lying!

- You're lying! You're lying!
- Come on!

All right!

We spoke with Chuck and he'll be
steering clear of you from here on out.

I'm glad
they found the miscreant

that was doing this
to you, baby.

Actually, we may not have.

We spoke with Chuck and questioned
him and checked his locker,

but we never found
any evidence.

Well, keep looking, Tom.

If my daughter
says it's him, it's him.

Josie, baby, what's wrong?

Baby, what's wrong?
Say something!

Say something, Josie.

Well, what is it, Poirot?

Nothing. No. It's too crazy.

There's no way.

You guys,
I'm worried about my dad.

The town is turning on him.

He's trying his best under
these crazy circumstances,

but this Black Hood stuff
is really getting to him.

- How is he dealing with it?
- Yeah, what's he been doing?

He's not sleeping.

He's not eating.

I hear him rummaging around the house
at odd hours, talking to himself,

just heading out
in the middle of the night.

- Where do you think he's going?
- Where's he going?

I don't know.
But whatever it is, it's...

It's like he's
a different person.

Poor Kevin. He's like a character
in a lost Tennessee Williams play.

Veronica, I have a theory
about Sheriff Keller.

Oh, me, too.
It's obvious.

- He's the Black Hood.
- He's having an affair.

What?

Is that a joke?

I wish it were.

Whatever crazy web
that you're spinning, Bee,

let me break it down for you.

Sheriff Keller's wife's away,

he's failing at his job,

he's looking for comfort,
sneaking around...

All signs point to cheating.

Well, I don't know,
maybe he's having an affair,

and he's the Black Hood.

You've known Kevin's dad
how many years?

Okay, think about it,

The Black Hood
killed Mr. Phillips

in a cell
at the Sheriff's Station.

How do you explain that?

Betty, Kevin needs
our friendship right now,

not your
groundless suspicions.

Don't worry,

my intuition's telling me
that he's having an affair.

But stay tuned
while I prove it.

So I've been wracking my brain for
something that might cheer you up,

and I have
just the prescription.

A sleepover!

- Doesn't that sound fun?
- A sleepover at the Pembrooke?

Actually, Kev,
I was thinking how

I've never seen your house.

Thank you for sitting down
with me, Sheriff.

Like I said,
I'm writing a follow-up about Mr. Phillips.

Well, I'm happy
to oblige, Betty.

How did the Black Hood
get to the Sugarman, Sheriff?

Right here in the station?

Forced entry.
I was out on patrol

and the overnight deputy,
he fell asleep.

But breaking into
your station, that seems...

Incredibly ballsy?

Have a look at this.

The Black Hood pried the door
open from the outside.

And then he just...
Well, come on, I'll show you.

I'll take you down
to the holding cells,

where he shot Phillips.

We've gathered shoeprints,
video surveillance and

everything else we could
to catch this monster.

But what enrages me is that
it happened in my department,

under my watch.

And if you roll a six,

you can take over
the Kingdom of Theodore.

Interesting.

Uh...

I'm gonna go get a bevvy.
Do you want anything?

A glass of milk
would be great.

- Betty?
- You're having a sleepover at Kevin's?

Without me? In the middle
of an investigation?

This isn't
an investigation, okay?

This is me helping a friend deal
with his father's infidelities.

Oh, so you're there snooping to prove
that Sheriff Keller's having an affair?

Why else would I leave
the comforts of the Pembrooke?

Can you please add
looking for evidence

that suggests Sheriff Keller's
the Black Hood

to your to-do list?

I'd start
in the home office.

It's locked.

And, no, I don't have
any bobby pins.

Okay, check the basement.

Yeah, I'm sure that's where
he keeps all his spare hoods.

No way.
I am not going down there.

Please. Just check to see
if something jumps out at you.

Okay, fine.

Hey, Vee...

Oh, Veronica.

What can I do for you?

I was just...

Looking for juice
or diet soda or something.

The fridge in the kitchen
is empty and

I'm parched.

Well, there's some here,
I think.

- There you are.
- Thanks.

I didn't know you worked
out so much, Mr. Keller.

I mean,
Archie Andrews, watch your back.

I don't do it
for vanity.

I do it for discipline,
and to push my limits.

- And I'm sure it comes in handy on the job.
- Yeah.

Kevin mentioned things
have been stressful lately,

with the Black Hood
and everything.

It must get super hard.

With all the pressure,
without Mrs. Keller.

Where is she stationed, again?

Bahrain. Uh,
some Naval Base there.

That can't be easy.

How do you...

Cope?

Veronica?

What are you
doing down here?

Hey, pal.

I saw Kevin's dad sneaking
out in the middle of the night,

and he came home,
like, at 4:00 a.m.

Look.

A Jingle Jangle addict's body was
found by the tracks this morning.

It says here this guy
was hit and killed by a train.

Yeah, because
he was pushed in front of it

by Sheriff Keller.

Or he stumbled into its path.

No, think about all the locked
doors in his house... Why?

- Why?
- Because he's a private person.

Look, Betty,
let's not confuse

wanting a solution
to this mystery

with actually
having one, okay?

This is Kevin's father
we're talking about.

Betty?

What are you doing here?

Thanks for calling, Tom.

That's okay, Hal.

And as for Betty,
I... I apologize.

I mean,
accusing you of being the Black Hood.

I can't imagine
where she got that idea.

Well, she found my research on the case,
and, uh,

the black hood that I pulled
out of Archie's locker.

With an overactive
imagination,

I can see how
it could look a certain way.

This is my log book.

Go ahead and flip through it.

When Fred was shot,
I was processing a perp.

When Midge and Moose were attacked,
I was patrolling downtown.

And I was right here in the station when
Ms. Grundy was murdered in Greendale.

Graveyard shift.

Betty, I'm not going
to say anything

to Kevin about what happened.

You've been
a very good friend to him.

I think
this would break his heart.

Thanks, Tom.

I know you think
I'm crazy, Vee,

but you yourself,
saw him sneaking out.

- He's hiding something.
- Okay, Bee.

I'm in, for Kevin's sake.

And also to keep you in check.

Look. Look, look, look!

Where-oh-where do you
think you're going, Sheriff?

- There he is.
- What is he doing?

That must be his kill kit.

His what now?

He's about to do
something terrible.

His next victim could be
in that room right now.

Should we call the cops?

Betty?

Betty!

- What the hell are you doing?
- Shh.

I just can't
believe this. I'm in shock.

Me, too.

My woman's intuition told me

Sheriff Keller was having
an affair,

but with Mayor McCoy?

Oh, God. Riverdale's list
of sinners keeps expanding.

Hey, look, it's the boys.
Shall we ask them to join?

On second thought, it looks like
they're having an intense broment.

Veronica, how are we gonna
tell Kevin about this?

I don't think we do.

I think this is one of those
secrets we keep.

For Kevin's sake.

Let him keep thinking
his dad's a good guy.

There, there.

Drink your tea, Josie.

Do you want a ride home?
It's practically dawn.

No, uh,

visiting hours
start at sunup.

I'm gonna visit my dad.

Hello. Pop's!

That was him on the phone.

The Black Hood.

He says that
we've failed his test.

That we're all sinners.

That the reckoning is upon us.