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There's a town that
exists at the borderlands.

A place of nightmares and dreamscapes.

A place where folklore and myth

carry the weight of fact and truth.

A place where
superstition and their laws

overshadow the laws of science,

and a place where old
traditions die hard,

if they die at all.

The name of this place

is Rivervale.

And though it might
seem familiar to you,

like a town you visited
before, I can assure you,

it is not that same town.

Don't worry, I'll show you around.

First stop, Toni and Fangs' apartment,

portrait of a couple in distress.

Baby Anthony finally fell asleep?

More like he passed out from exhaustion.

He can't keep going like this, Fangs.

He's literally crying 24/7.

Something's wrong.

We'll call Doc Curdle,
get Anthony an appointment.

It's gonna be okay, I promise.

Ah...

There she is, Miss Tabitha Tate.

And that is our real estate agent.

And if I'm not mistaken,
those are our...

Here are your keys.

Thank you, Ms. Gordon.

We are so excited.

Uh-huh.

So, is this your first
time living with a beau?

Actually, yes.

I've never taken that step before.

I have always been too guarded, I guess.

Too nervous.

Of course.

This day and age, you
can't be too careful.

Let's check in with Rivervale's
premier power couple,

Reggie Mantle and Veronica Lodge.

I'm sorry, Mr. Banks,
but if you hesitate,

I can't guarantee this
opportunity will be here tomorrow.

You'd be getting in on the ground
floor of a gold mine, Mr. Lance.

Yes, that is correct.

A casino right here in Rivervale.

Exhausting, aren't they?

Let's head over to Elm Street.

The Cooper house, where
Alice is doing a lot better,

but her appliances, not so much.

Well... that should clear that up.

What was it, Frank? More chicken bones?

No, not this time. It was a, um,

dish rag.

Hey, I have quiche in the oven.
Would you stay for breakfast?

Tempting, but let's go next door.

Where my old chum Archie Andrews

is living with my
ex-girlfriend Betty Cooper.

Let that one sink in for a minute.

And while we're all good friends,
I should probably end the tour here

and leave whatever is happening
upstairs to your imaginations.

Arch.

You okay? Was it another nightmare?

- Yeah. Sorry I woke you.
- No, it's okay.

Was it a bad one?

It was surreal.

We were talking up here in my room,

and we heard this ticking noise.

Mmm-hmm.

It was a bomb under the bed.

Oh, my God. That's awful.

Yeah, the weirdest part, we were
living in a town called Riverdale.

- Riverdale with a "D."
- Yeah.

Okay. No more Twilight Zone
marathons before bed, okay?

Let's make all those bad dreams go

away with some early morning delight.

Kev, what's going on?

Where are you?

I was jogging when I found it.

Whoa.

The way the deer's laid out looks...

ritualistic, like it was sacrificed.

And its blood was used to draw these
runic symbols all over the stone.

Who would do that?

I don't know, but whoever
did took the deer's heart.

Okay, uh, never gonna jog here again.

Nor should you, interloper.

You merry three are trespassing on the

sacred sovereign nation of Thornhill.

Be gone from its borders immediately,

or else my pupils will
shoot you full of arrows.

- Like who, girls?
- St. Sebastian.

Mistress Blossom.

Cheryl, this is a crime scene so I
need to collect all of the evidence,

including the deer.

You will do nothing of the sort.

My girls and I will assume
possession of that carcass.

- To do what?
- We will make a stew from its meat,

a pelt from its hide and
a paste from its hooves.

That's a little barbaric.

No, you sad, simple, she-child.

It's a part of a sacred
circle of life and death,

of use, reuse and rebirth,

of paying respect to
what the Earth gives us,

all of what she gives us.

Now leave my land, heathens.

Girls.

Toodles.

I'm afraid Baby Anthony has colic.

Colic?

It's quite common and
can last indefinitely.

There might be gas in his
intestines causing the discomfort...

What can we do, Doc?

Because he's crying 24/7.

It's agony for all of us.

I do know of an old folk remedy.

I'd like to put this toad
in Baby Anthony's mouth.

It'll suck the colic right out of him,

absorb it.

No more crying.

I'm sorry, but there's no chance in hell

I'm letting you put a frickin'
frog in my baby's mouth.

In that case, the only other
recommendation I can make is ear plugs.

How many more boxes of
comic books do you have?

Oh, it's just a fraction.

The rest is still in storage.

You know, to be honest with you, Jug,

I didn't know you were that into comics.

Well, what can I say,
Archie? I contain multitudes.

Come on.

I really appreciate your help, Betty.

I hope you don't feel weird being here.

No, not at all.

Honestly, I'm very happy
that you and Jughead are

taking this step together.

Meanwhile, what about you and Archie?

Are you all in?

It's really weird, Tabitha.

Back in high school, one of the
biggest questions in my life was...

"Am I going to end up
with Archie or Jughead?"

And now it seems like we
have a definitive answer.

Today's your lucky day, Cameron.

I'm wondering if you or any of your

boys want to invest in a boutique casino

a colleague and I are
opening up in Rivervale.

So this is what you've
been up to, Veronica.

As usual, the she-wolf is
making lemonade out of lemons.

I don't even know what
that means, Cameron.

This casino or whatever
is obviously a distraction

till you come back to New
York, where you belong.

As usual, Cameron, you're
totally wrong about everything.

I'm all in on the casino and Rivervale.

Tell me straight, Ronnie.

Do you want this casino or not?

Of course I do.

Ignore Cameron. He's an idiot.

So it's just not another stopgap
till you get your old job back?

Reggie, I did want to go
back to Wall Street initially.

But now...

I'm having a ball doing this with you.

And I think our casino is gonna be huge.

Everything happens for a reason, lover.

Everything that's
meant to be finally is.

Jughead, spider! Spider, Jughead!

No, no, no! Jughead, Jughead, don't!

Oh, my God, Jughead. I
didn't want you to kill it!

I wanted you to put in
a cup and take it outside.

You never kill a spider. It's bad luck.

Come on, that's just superstition.

Maybe so, but we just moved in together,

and I don't want anything to jinx us.

Tabitha.

It's just an itsy-bitsy spider.
What's the worse that's gonna happen?

It's not like we're cursed now.

And next on the agenda,
we have an update,

on the town's reforestation plans.

Archie Andrews.

Thanks, Toni.

Yeah, basically, we're good to go.

As you may know, since Cheryl
declared Thornhill a sovereign state,

we've lost our local
supply of maple syrup

as well as the revenue that
the syrup was bringing in.

- Aren't our trees already tapped out anyway?
- They are, Tom.

Which is why I propose

we buy and distribute maple saplings.

One per family to be planted
in each family's yard.

My crew and I will take point
on seeding a grove of maple trees

that the town will own.

And have we secured the saplings?

We just got the shipment in, Alice.

And as we discussed, Frank
and I will be setting up

a distribution center outside of Pop's.

Hmm.

Riveting.

You might find the discussion
underway at Thornhill,

also about maple
syrup, more interesting.

Today,

before we came upon those
intruders in my forest,

I was pointing out our
precious maple trees,

how dry and lifeless they have become.

I believe our maple groves
have withered away because

we have forgotten the old ways.

Ah, the old ways.

Before we built our first
settlement in Rivervale,

when this area was just
land and river and rocks,

it all belonged to her.

She who walks amongst the trees.

We worshipped her.

We gave offerings to her.

And she provided.

Maple sap, yes,

but also life in all its
beautiful, glorious facets.

Over time, we left the old ways behind.

We started taking the
Maple Maiden for granted,

and she, in turn, punished us.

All that was once fecund is now barren.

We must again pay tribute to
her, like our ancestors once did.

We must return to the old ways,
the blood ways, the pagan ways,

and by hoof and by horn,
girls, return we shall.

But first,

we have to go into town tomorrow.

My spies have told
me that Archie Andrews

is trying to steal my maple thunder.

And that simply will not do.

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Yes, Mom. I promise.

Okay, yeah. I love you too.

All right, bye.

Hey.

How's your mom?

Honestly? Yeah, she's good.

She says hi. And, uh...

She's wondering if we've put any
more thought into what she asked

last time she was here.

Arch.

I thought we decided that
marriage wasn't for us

because everyone we know who's married

is either divorced or dead.

No, totally.

She was actually asking
about the other thing.

The "when am I going to
have a grandkid" thing.

And what did you say?

I told her if it were up to me,

I would want it to happen
sooner rather than later.

- Mmm-hmm.
- I mean, my dad was a young dad.

Arch, for the record,

I've been dreaming about starting
a family with you since...

Mmm...

Sixth grade.

But let's just take our time.

There's no rush, we're in our twenties.

Okay, so let's just keep doing our thing

and let nature run its course.

- Yeah.
- Like right now.

Ooh!

Shades of Creepshow.

One per household,
plant them in your yard.

Make sure there's enough space for

their roots to grow wide and deep, okay?

Well, well, well.

So it is true you are making a play

for my maple birthright and empire.

Cheryl, you don't own maple trees
or maple syrup, for that matter.

I believe every citizen of Rivervale

should be able to tap their own tree.

Then I'd like 13 saplings, please.

That way we can plant them
in the Thornhill groves,

and they can grow in the shadow

of she who walks amongst the trees.

You seceded, remember?

These saplings are reserved
for taxpaying citizens

of Rivervale to be planted in Rivervale.

- Unless you want to rejoin our ranks?
- Rejoin Rivervale?

After you tried to erase the
sins this town has perpetrated

against my ancestor, Abigail Blossom?

You and I both know there is only
one way that will ever happen.

Over your dead body.

No, Archie. Over yours.

Come along, girls.

I'm afraid, Miss Cooper, that
the test came back conclusive.

You don't seem to be
producing any viable eggs.

It will be difficult for
you to conceive a child.

Oh, my God.

If it's any consolation, you're
not alone in this dilemma.

No, actually, it's not a consolation,
but what are you talking about?

You're the fifth young, healthy woman
to come see me who is essentially

barren.

Look.

I know if we pick up Baby
Anthony, it'll validate his crying.

But this is torture.

I was talking to my grandma
about Anthony's colic.

She said back in the day,
serpent mothers would leave

their crying babies on tree
stumps in Fox Forest overnight.

They just left their
babies in the woods?

Yes.

And when the mothers
went back in the morning,

the babies were sleeping peacefully.

They'd cried the colic out.

There's no way a serpent mother
would abandon her baby like that.

Well, apparently, my mom did it to me.

It worked.

Leaving Baby Anthony in the
woods would toughen him up.

Just like his mama.

Reginald.

Will you come with me, please?

Surprise!

In case you're worried
that I don't appreciate you,

here is cold, hard proof
that I do value you.

Your bonus, sir.

And not only that,

there's one thing I
fantasized about doing,

but never have.

I've always wanted to make
it on a bed full of money.

Bratwurst was delicious as usual, Alice.

Thank you, Frank. It's
one of my go-to recipes.

Well, I should probably head back home.

Archie and I have a big
day of planting tomorrow.

Frank.

It's the same thing every time.
I make you a delicious meal,

and you sprint for the door.

So I'm going to make
this plain as day for you.

I like you, Frank Andrews.

I find you very attractive.

And I would like for you
to stay the night with me.

In my bed.

Wow, I am very flattered, Alice.

You're such a beautiful woman.

- But I just...
- You just what?

I just, um...

can't go there.

Wow. I don't believe it.

When will I ever learn?

I fall for the strong,
silent type every time.

I've been thinking.

What if we adopted a baby?

Betty.

My dad always used to tell me

that the most fulfilling thing that
he ever did was become a father.

And I want to do that with you,

every step of the process.

Arch.

You need to believe
me when I tell you...

there's nothing more that I
want than to have your baby.

Not just for you, but for me.

I love you

so much.

I want to create a life with you.

I want to be the mother of your child,

our child.

Then you will.

It'll happen.

Bon soir, Antoinette.

Cheryl, what are you doing here?

Just taking in some night air.

What are you doing with
that little bundle of babe?

It's a long story. I'm just

trying to cure his colic.

I see.

May I?

Okay.

How did you do that?

It must be the calming perfume
I concocted in my greenhouse.

The ingredients of which

I could mix into a more
permanent solution for his colic.

But then you must help me embrace
Rivervale's oldest of old things.

Fine. Just tell me what to do.

Not much.

I just need you to
bear witness and then,

per tradition,

everything will be as it should.

Hey, hey, hey.

- What's going on?
- Do you not feel them?

- Feel what?
- Something is biting me.

You seriously not feel like
you're being eaten alive?

No.

I'm not seeing any critters in the bed.

Or on us.

Hey.

I was having a nightmare about spiders.

And then it felt like the
spiders were biting me.

Okay, well that's what it is.

You're just having a dream.

There's no spiders.
These sheets are fresh.

I just got them brand new.

You're okay. You're okay.

Come here.

Jug, don't think I'm crazy,
but can you check out...

Oh, my God! Your back.

Your back is covered in welts, bites.

Same as my arms and legs.

I was literally just about
to ask you to check them out.

I told you we were being eaten
alive, probably by bedbugs.

- Well, we checked the sheets...
- Okay, well, then it's scabies,

which you can't see with the naked eye,

but they are vicious blood suckers.

Okay, we'll wash the sheets
with hot water and bleach.

Are you kidding? That's
not gonna do anything.

We're infested.

I'm calling an exterminator.

Ugh.

All right. It's time
for arts and crafts.

Take some twine and fabric from
the basket and pass it along.

Today we are making poppets
to honor the Maple Maiden.

Are the poppets to play with?

No, Britta. They serve
a myriad of purposes,

but these ones will be a warning.

What in the hell?

This is Cheryl, 101. It's got to be.

Let's dig these things out
and make room for the saplings.

You sure you want to do that, Arch?

Positive.

Double time, boys.

Hey.

How'd the planting go?

I know that look.

What's wrong?

Cheryl.

She impaled these dolls
all over the forest

where we were going
to plant our saplings.

She did? Why?

To spook my crew.

Which she did, by the way.
They were anxious all day long.

That's so bizarre.

I feel like I've seen

- one of these before.
- Where?

I've been sorting through old
evidence boxes at the FBI office,

and I feel like there was a cold
case with totems like this one.

Can I borrow this?

- Knock yourself out.
- Okay.

See you later.

Well, Reginald, what do you think?

These are the finalized
blueprints for our casino.

Exquisite, no?

And the best part is

you and I are going to christen
every square inch of this place.

Well, that's a first.

Question for you, Ronnie.

If the casino was my idea, which it was,

and we'd be equal partners,

then how come you forgot
to give me an office?

Shoot.

That's a good question, um...

You know, let me just call the architect

and I'll have them redraw the
plans. It won't be an issue.

Too late.

A picture's worth a
thousand words, Ronnie.

- Kev, what's up?
- I came back to the forest

because I forgot my
shovel and the saplings...

- Archie...
- What about them?

Someone ripped them
out of the ground.

They're all destroyed.

What do you think you're doing, Cheryl?

Archie, calm down.

I know you and your girls left
those dolls for us to find.

- And did you rip up our saplings too?
- Why would I,

keeper of the Maple Flame, murder
innocent, nascent maple saplings?

Because you can't stand the fact
there might one day be a time

when Rivervale isn't dependent
on your family for maple syrup.

You're out of line, Archie.

If I may enlighten you,

I requested this audience of the
four to offer an olive branch,

specifically to invite the entire
town of Rivervale to Thornhill

for a good old-fashioned maple festival.

And just so you know,
Archie, we, the council

have accepted Cheryl's invitation
on behalf of the entire town.

We'll all be there.

RB.

Rose Blossom.

Cousin.

How for did you get into my house?

A bobby pin.

But I'm actually here
on official FBI business

regarding that deer
you killed in the woods.

Really, you and Archie are
just too much. I mean, I get it.

I'd be obsessed with me too.

But what makes you think I had
a hand in that dreadful business?

So, let me put it this way.

That deer was not the first blood
sacrifice on Thornhill's grounds

because 50 years ago, a drifter
was murdered on your property.

Heart ripped out and poppet
shoved down their throat.

What do you want, Betty, hmm?

Because I have a maple
harvest festival to plan.

So can we cut to the heart of it?

You really didn't have
to walk me home, Frank.

I was hoping that maybe we could talk.

What is there left to say?

How about...

you're not the problem, Alice, I am.

Years ago,

when I was a mercenary, I was married.

No one knew.

Not even Fred or Archie.

Because if anyone found out, it would

put my wife and my daughter at risk.

And then, of course, um...

My wife and my daughter ended up, um...

Oh, I'm so sorry, Frank.

Alice.

I want to open myself up
to those feelings again.

I just don't know if I'm ready yet.

And I'm sorry.

That's okay, Frank.

I understand.

But maybe...

Maybe we can go to the
maple festival together.

Maybe that'll be okay.

Here you are. Straight off the griddle.

Delicious, fluffy pancakes to go.

Just what I needed

for my festival's pancake eating contest.

But what are these welts on your arm?

And sleepless eyes to boot?

Tell me, what demons
torment you, Tabitha?

Turns out our apartment
is riddled with bugs

and Jughead and I are being eaten alive

and we can't afford to move.

And even if we could, I mean, who's
to say the bugs won't follow us,

now that they're
literally in everything?

Tabitha,

methinks I can help

with an ancient cleansing
formula I could prepare for you

that will take care of any and all bugs

and curses.

But said formula does come with a price.

What doesn't? I'll pay anything.

If that's true, I'm going to
need your full participation

in all my maple festival's events.

But not just yours.

Jughead's too.

If we want our collective fortunes
to turn around for the better,

we all need to be united on this.

Pay close attention, girls,
for this is a special confection

based on an old family recipe.

Back in the early days, the village
priestess used to bake a sin pie.

It was meant to contain
the sins of the entire town,

and once it was consumed,
the sins would be absolved

and the town and her folk would prosper.

Consumed?

- By who?
- Someone chosen.

Someone special and strong enough

to shoulder the weight of
the sins of an entire town.

So I was at the FBI office researching

this poppet doll that you gave me.

And then I paid Cheryl a visit, and
she is definitely up to something.

I just don't know what.

Well, I'll tell you.

For starters,

she invited the whole town to a
maple harvest festival at Thornhill.

And, shockingly, everyone wants to go.

I don't get it, Betty. Is
the world crazy or am I?

No, you're not.

Uh, something evil is definitely
happening at Thornhill,

with that deer sacrifice,
these little pagan dolls

and maybe even a cold case murder.

But when I tried to
confront Cheryl about it,

she gave me the total runaround.

- But she's planning something.
- Thank you.

That is why the festival
is a hard pass for me.

Oh, we're going, because while Cheryl

is outside playing hostess of the year,

I'll be inside Thornhill doing
some good old-fashioned snooping.

And then we can finally get to
the bottom of what's happening

in that pastoral house of horrors.

Hey, get away from me.

Hey, guys.

Hey, Fangs, Toni.

How is this little cutie patootie doing?

A lot better, actually. He's had
colic, but it's cleared up.

That's good. Did you guys
get help from Doc Curdle?

We found our own remedy.

Anyway, um, we're going
to go milk the goat.

But it was so nice seeing you guys.

- Yeah, you too.
- Good luck today, Archie.

Good luck? What does that mean?

Who knows? But seeing
Baby Anthony just makes me

that much more excited
to make one of our own.

I see you and Reggie arrived together.

So which ship name do you prefer?

Veggie? Veginald?

I would hold off on trademarking
either of those, Cheryl.

What?

No, don't tell me
something already happened.

No, no, we haven't broken up... yet.

But all of his old insecurities
started rearing their ugly heads again.

Pretty soon he'll be comparing himself

to Archie, despite all my reassurances.

If you want to make it
crystal clear to Reginald

that you're no longer carrying a
torch for your ex, I may have an idea.

Hey, Archie.

Hey, I need you.

Tabitha has been flipping
flapjacks for, like, 18 hours.

And now no one wants to go against me

in the pancake eating competition, so...

Well, come on. Starts
in, like, five minutes.

No, this is good. If you're competing,
then all eyes will be on you,

including Cheryl's.

I'm going to sneak off
and do some sleuthing

while you keep Cheryl distracted.

And... time!

What's the final count?

Right, by my tally,
Jughead Jones, 116 pancakes!

Whoo!

And Archie Andrews, 119!

We have a winner.

You're like a brother to me.

I love you.

You know that, right?

Yeah. I love you back, Jug.

Cheryl, you actually
think it's possible?

If you two want a path forward
together, unencumbered by the past,

then, yes,

I believe this is the way.

Perhaps the only way.

Ah, perfection.

Just in time for our next challenge.

Let's go!

And the winner is Archie Andrews!

Hey.

What the hell was that?

Me losing to Archie, again.

You were supposed to lose.

But, after tonight,

you won't have to worry about playing

second fiddle to Archie ever again.

Okay?

I promise.

Well, according to my sundial,
it's time for sudden death.

Who here is brave enough
to challenge Archie Andrews

for the crown of Maple
King or Maple Queen?

I am.

Oh, j'adorea good plot twist.

Step right up, cousin.

Fittingly, it all comes down
to the most primal of conflicts.

Man versus woman, the all-American
boy versus the girl next door.

I'm giving myself chills.

Hi.

I thought you were sleuthing.

Yeah, I was. And I found something big.

I'll tell you about it when we get out.

All right. The rules are simple.

You each get one throw.

Closest to the bull's-eye wins it all.

The title, the crown, everything.

Wait, wait, I thought I
won the last two rounds.

Don't question my authority, Archie.

For that, you're up first.

Feel free to bow out now, Betty.

Wow!

Oh, my God!

I give you our Maple Harvest Queen.

Wow!

And for our runner-up... a pie.

Whoo!

Wait, you didn't tell me. What
did you find out at Thornhill?

Oh, there's some definite
weirdness going on there.

Like those poppets?

They're actually fertility dolls.

- What? Really?
- Mmm-hmm.

So, why don't we put this little sucker

under our mattress tonight
and try to make a baby.

After you have some pie.

Can we skip the pie?

No.

My Maple King is going to need
all of the energy he can muster up

for what I have planned.

Well, when you put it like that.

- Betty?
- Archie, it's me. They, they have Betty.

Kevin?

Kevin, what do you mean,
"They have Betty?" Who's they?

Cheryl, some of the others, they're,
they're performing some kind of

crazy maple ritual at
Thornhill. You need to hurry.

Stop!

Don't hurt her.

Archie, welcome.

We've been expecting you.

- What is this?
- A ritual.

For me and for all of us here,

something has been
made abundantly clear.

If we want our maple
trees to thrive again,

if we want Rivervale to have a
bountiful year in all respects,

a sacrifice has to be made.

But the right kind of sacrifice.

Cheryl, this is insane. I
won't let you sacrifice Betty.

Archie.

Something amazing happened.

I'm with child.

Earlier tonight we conceived.

A baby, a son.

I know it, I can feel it in my bones.

It's what I've always wanted.

And in 25 years, he'll
be crowned the Maple King

just like his father.

Betty...

what are you saying?

What she's saying is that
women can't be sacrifices.

Women must bear children.

But men...

Their blood is the seed.

Their blood is what nourishes
the ground and the furrows.

Their blood is what will bring
Rivervale back to its glory.

And the most potent kind
of blood is that of a...

Cheryl, I'm not a virgin.

No, you're certainly not.

But you have the distinction of
being our town's one true, pure heart.

We needed a king who was
willing to die for his queen.

Only he would be worthy.

Jug.

Uncle Frank, you're in on this too?

Archie, you spent your entire life

trying to preserve and save this town.

Tonight you will succeed
in doing exactly that.

You will be a martyr to your cause.

But...

Betty.

He's awake, Cheryl, do it now.

She who walks amongst the trees,

accept our sacrifice and be appeased.

So ends the heroic
life of Archie Andrews.

Born 25 years ago in the
sleepy town of Riverdale,

died tonight,

in its shadow town, Rivervale.

Now, I hope you've been
enjoying your visit so far

because no one is going anywhere.

We're just getting started.

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