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Previously on Riverdale...

This story is about a town,

once wholesome and
innocent, now forever changed

by the mysterious death of
Jason Blossom on the 4th of July.

- Can we talk, Ms. Grundy?
- About what?

You're the music teacher,
can we talk about music?

We heard what we heard and
afterwards we didn't do anything.

How would we explain why we were
together at 6:00 a.m. on the 4th of July?

Hello, Fred.

- Can I get you anything?
- A job.

I can't very well have
the wife of Hiram Lodge

on trial for fraud and embezzlement,

balancing my books.

Betty and Archie are endgame.

I'm not gonna ask what you
did with Veronica at Cheryl's.

I'm asking you now, right
now, if you love me, Archie.

I can't give you the answer you want.

Oh, my God, it's Jason.

He was shot.

I think many of us,
maybe the entire town,

had been hoping against hope that somehow
Jason Blossom hadn't drowned on July 4th.

That we'd come to school Monday morning,

and there Jason would be.

Or that we'd see him and
Cheryl in a booth at Pop's.

But that was before the
undeniable, irrevocable fact

of his bloated, water-logged body,

a corpse with a bullet
hole in its forehead,

and terrible secrets that
could only be revealed

by the cold, steel blade of
a coroner's autopsy scalpel,

or the telltale beating
of a guilty heart.

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Archie, what are you doing here?

- It wasn't fireworks, Ms. Grundy.
- You can't be here, Archie.

- On July 4th, it was a gunshot we heard.
- You can't come to my house.

Probably the shot that
killed Jason Blossom.

We know exactly what the police know.

That a gun was fired.

That a boy was shot.
We don't know by whom.

We know when it was fired. That's
something the police still don't know.

They're performing an autopsy.

We could call them, anonymously.

This is not a negotiation,
Archie. This is our lives.

If anybody knows that we were there,

I could lose my job. You could
be expelled. We could go to jail.

All right. Here you go, Vegas.

Good boy.

Wow.

- Morning, Dad.
- Hey, bud.

Where'd you sneak off to last night?

You, uh, you heard that?

Son, I've been hearing you sneak
out since you were eight years old

going to Jughead's tree house.

I couldn't sleep. Went for
a jog to tire myself out.

Yeah? Got something on your mind?

- Just all this stuff with Jason.
- Hmm.

No more midnight runs
until the police catch

whoever it was that shot that poor kid.

I swear to God, this town.

Hey, honey?

We just wanted you to know, it's
gonna be a bit of a late night for us.

It's going to be a lot
of late nights for us.

I mean, an accidental
drowning, who cares?

But the sociopathic son of the
wealthiest family in town, murdered?

That's a national
obsession waiting to happen.

He's barely in his grave, Alice.

Can you warm up the car,
Hal? I'll be right down.

Betty, you know what
I love most about you?

It's that you always want
to see the good in people.

Even people like Cheryl Blossom

and Veronica Lodge and Archie Andrews.

But when they betrayed you this weekend,

you saw their true colors, didn't you?

I did. I definitely did.

So no backsliding.

No Cheryl. No Veronica and...

No Archie.

Walk me to school?

I needed time to process.

To separate what my mom wants
from what I want... I think I want.

Which is?

My mom says I should
never speak to you again.

But I...

Even though you don't like me like that,

I still want us to be
friends... Best friends.

You do?

Yeah.

I mean, that's great, Betty. Me, too.

I'd be lying if I said
that it didn't hurt.

And I'm sorry, Betty,
I didn't do it to be a...

I don't know, I just... I thought
it would be better in the long run.

And it will be.

Oh, and don't tell my mom
that we're friends again.

Hi.

Do you think I can use Jason Blossom's
death as an excuse to get out of PE?

"Sorry, Coach, I'm just too depressed
and freaked-out right now to do pull-ups."

Don't joke about Jason Blossom.

What?

Sardonic humor is just my
way of relating to the world.

Look, it's the rich
kids from The Goonies.

All right, I'm out.

Watch it, Wednesday Addams.

Now that romance is off
the table, I'll just say it.

Are we 100% sure that Archie's straight?

Because no straight man has that body.

Speaking of bodies...

Have you recovered from finding Jason's?

It was more traumatizing
having to explain to my dad

what I was doing with
Moose at the river.

Yet another perk of
being the sheriff's son.

Oh, my God, those are gorgeous.

Are those for Betty, Mrs. Philips?

That's why I called her.

"Dear Betty, please
forgive me, XOXO, V."

Who the hell is "V"?

- Veronica.
- Veronica.

The yellow is for friendship.

I also had Magnolia cupcakes
flown in from New York.

Because, as my mom likes to say,

"There's no wrong the
right cupcake can't fix."

Also I... I've booked us for
hers-and-hers mani-pedis at Chez Salon.

Blowouts, too.

I am so, so sorry, Betty.

I don't know what happened to me that
night. It was such a basic bitch move.

It was like I was...

Possessed by...

Madame Satan?

The old Veronica.

And I will never, ever do
anything like that to you again.

I swear on my mother's pearls.

Just, can you please
give me one more chance?

Okay.

- What?
- What?

Really?

Awesome. I'll take it
and you won't regret it.

Okay.

And I'll bring these to
lunch so we can celebrate!

It's the path of least resistance, Kev.

A week ago, Veronica
and I weren't friends.

Next week, we'll nod to each other
as we pass in the hall, but that's it.

You know, in two weeks, she
won't even remember my name.

And in three, she'll have latched
he to some other girl to destroy.

Good morning, students. This
is your principal speaking.

There have been many inquiries
about the upcoming pep rally.

So let me state clearly, it
is happening, as scheduled.

Now, on a less felicitous
note, if you could

give your attention to Sheriff Keller.

Most of you already know the details,

but your classmate Jason Blossom's
body was found late Saturday night.

So as of the weekend, Jason's death
is now being treated as a homicide.

It is an open and ongoing investigation.

And may I interject,
neither I nor my parents

will rest until Jason's
death is avenged,

and his cold-hearted killer is walking the
green mile to sit in Old Sparky and fry.

I, for one, have my
suspicions. #RiverdaleStrong.

If you know anything

that could help us find and
apprehend Jason's killer,

or anything about what
happened to him on July 4th,

I strongly urge you to
come forward immediately.

You can speak with me
or Principal Weatherbee.

A death like this wounds us all.

Let's not let Jason down.

Archie.

Weirdest thing. This summer, we
were supposed to go on a road trip

over July 4th weekend...

Which you bailed on at the last minute.

Is there something
you wanna tell me, pal?

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We were wondering, Cheryl.

Back in July, you told the
po-po that Jason drowned.

Yet, we come to find out
that Jason didn't drown.

He was shot. That's
slightly suspicious, no?

Are you living mannequins suggesting I had
something to do with my brother's death?

We're just curious. What do
the police think happened?

I'll tell you what I told them, which
is that Jason did fall into the water.

We both did. I made it
to the shore. He didn't.

Maybe he made it to
the other side of the

river and someone shot
him there. Who knows?

Seats, everyone. Pair off,
gloves on, scalpels up.

Can I be with Cheryl?

And I wanna be with Betty.

Oh, uh, I was thinking
I'd partner with Kevin.

Actually, uh, Keller's
with me. We, like, talked.

Oh, God.

- Once again, fate throws us together.
- Hmm.

So... Saturday night.

Listen, Moose, you're hot. Yes.

My type? Definitely.

But you've got more
demons than The Exorcist.

We're all on the spectrum,
but my gay-o-meter

says you should stick with
what you know best... Girls.

Cheryl, we haven't
talked since the summer.

I just want to say, I'm really
sorry about your brother.

Jason was the best.

If I can do anything to help.

That's sweet, Archie, but unless
you were at Sweetwater River

and know who shot Jason...

Do, uh, do you know if
the police have any leads?

What? No, you ghoul. But
it's only a matter of time.

And my twintuition is telling
me it's someone we all know.

Right. Well, I'm not great at science,

but I can take point on this
if it's too weird for you.

Weird, why?

Oh, you mean because my brother
is being dissected with a blade,

just like this one,
possibly at this very moment?

Don't worry, I'm fine.

In fact, I'm amazing.

Every corpse has as tale to
tell. Step closer to the body.

There are several morbid details you
should find relevant to your article.

What details, Dr. Curdle?

What sticks out to you?

The marbling of the veins.
Signs of scavenger activity.

Ligature marks on both wrists.

And a hint of
cryo-necrotic preservation.

Small bills, right?

So, what did Moose want?

Oh, my God, I don't even think he knows.

I mean, I am devastatingly
handsome in that classic,

pre-accident Montgomery
Clift kind of way,

and sexuality is fluid, but can someone
named Moose actually be that fluid?

Okay, well, I ship it.

Well, of course you would. You're
a big city girl with loose morals.

I just meant that Moose has
an official girlfriend, Midge.

Anyway, it's terrible
to say, but part of me

wishes he would just
stay in the darn closet.

Obviously, I didn't mean literal closet.

Archie!

Any new material you wanna try
out on a very forgiving audience?

I...

Please?

Would you?

I'd love to hear it.

I'm still working on the lyrics, so...

Okay.

♪ Come on, turn the radio on ♪

♪ And, honey we'll
dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ For the rest of the night ♪

♪ I'm not ready to go ♪

Betty?

You okay?

I'm supposed to say, "Yes."

That's what the nice
girl always says, but...

No, I'm not.

I want to be. I thought I could
be. But it's too much, too fast.

- Archie...
- Betty.

Betty, wait.

- Betty, wait. Come on. Listen to me.
- No.

No, when... When I think, Archie, of
where I feel safest and most myself,

- I think of us, in a booth, at Pop's...
- Me, too.

But that's not true anymore.

I thought I could pretend this
weekend didn't happen, but...

"I can't give you the answer you want."

That's what you said to me.

And that's how I feel
right now, I'm sorry.

Betty.

Mr. Andrews.

If we could have a word in private.

You're in a very good place
right now, Mr. Andrews.

Varsity football, AP music tutorials.

This morning, in the hallway,
you wouldn't meet my eyes.

Why?

I was distracted. I wasn't feeling well.

Archie...

If there's something you
want to get off your chest,

perhaps about Jason,
now would be the time.

Weatherbee just asked me if
I knew anything about Jason.

And?

What did you say?

Nothing. That I didn't.

But he said that if I did, I shouldn't
be scared, and he'd make sure I was okay.

Of course he would, you're his student.

Is this...

How you feel about me?

Is it real?

Because if it's not, then I
don't know what I'm protecting.

It is.

It is real.

Maybe it's not right, but it's real.

Which is why...

We... You...

Can't go to Weatherbee.

If you do that,

we will never see each other again.

Archie,

I'm putting myself in your hands.

Stand down, Vixens.

And listen up.

The weather's predicting a
downpour the night of the rally,

but already, you're
raining on my parade.

With Jason so present in
our collective consciousness,

all eyes will be on me.

Will this beautiful,
exotic, hothouse flower

drown under the town's scrutiny,

or be swamped by her emotions?

The answer, ladies, is "no" and "no."

That said, I need star power.

I need the Pussycats.

Stay loose and limber,
ladies, while I make a call.

After this practice, I'll
totally need a pedicure. You?

I'll have homework.

I know everyone grieves differently,

but Cheryl's hosting a pep
rally to cope with her loss.

That's either brilliant,
or psychotic, or both.

Yeah, well, at least Cheryl's
not putting on an act.

Pretending she's a butterfly
when really she's a wasp.

For the record, the only reason I
went into that closet with Archie

was so that Cheryl wouldn't.

- Oh, so you did it to protect me?
- Damn straight.

Okay, so nothing happened between
you and Archie in the closet, then?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

You know, Archie and I were
fine before you got here.

If by, fine,

you mean he was oblivious and you were
pining after him in quiet desperation.

We were friends, at least.

You were walking on emotional eggshells
around him, scared to tell him the truth.

Okay, you don't know me, Veronica.

It is not my fault he doesn't like you.

If that's what you're thinking.

It's not anyone's fault.
It's not even stupid Archie's.

It's just how it is.

Most of the time the people
we like don't like us back.

Romeo and Juliet are the
exception, not the rule.

Look...

Never speak to me again. If that's
what you want, I'll accept that.

But what, exactly, did Archie do wrong?

- Are you seriously taking his side?
- No, I'm not taking any...

And this is your way of trying
to be friends with me again?

The Pussycats are in. Oh,
sorry, ladies, am I interrupting?

- As a matter of fact...
- No, you're not.

Actually, I was about to
come and find you, Cheryl.

I have a gift certificate
for hers-and-hers mani-pedis

and blowouts at Chez Salon.

- Do you want to come with me?
- Don't do this.

Butt out, closet monster.

You have forfeited your right
to take the high and mighty road.

As pour moi, Betty, but of course.

I never say no to a pedi.

And I was just about to
suggest the same thing.

Can I steal her for a second?

You're doing great, Mom.
Better than me this week.

Yeah, we're surviving,
Ronnie, by our wits,

because that's what we Lodge women do.

If Dad could see us now.

He'd say you look stunning
in that new uniform.

I'm going for this Joan Crawford,
Mildred Pierce thing. Is it working?

Definitely.

Hi.

Hi.

And who might this heartbreaker be?

I'm picking up an order for Andrews.

Oh, you're Fred's son?

You're as handsome as your father was.

I'll see you at home, Mom.

Uh, wait. I'm sure Archie
would happily escort you.

Is, uh, Betty still mad at you?

We're back to no texting.

What about you?

I'm back to being the
shallow, toxic, rich

bitch who ruins everything in her path.

Which is unfortunate, because
even though I only just met Betty,

it really felt like we were
meant to be best friends.

Like... Like it was
our destiny, and now...

It's like there was this train that
was heading to the rest of my life

and I just missed it.

Betty and I have been next-door
neighbors since we were four.

We've always gone to the same
school, been in the same class.

I remember in the second grade,

I was having trouble reading,
and my teacher, Mrs. Gribrock,

told my mom and dad that I should
stay back a year, to get caught up.

Betty was so against us
not being in the same grade

that she took it upon herself
to tutor me every single day.

- In the second grade?
- Yeah.

Anyway, when I passed, thanks to Betty,

I kissed her and I
asked her to marry me.

She was like, "Oh, little
Archie, we're too young."

"Ask me when we're 18 and I'll say yes."

Wow.

I hate that I hurt her.

Give her time, Archie.
That's all you can do.

And don't despair. I don't think
your story with Betty is over.

Your room's so sweet.

It's too pink. It doesn't
feel right anymore.

No, I like how girly it is.

Mine is, too.

You should come over
and see it sometime.

But, just you, not Veronica.

I mean, she must be evil incarnate if
even you won't have her as a friend.

And on the subject of being friends,

Betty, I'm sorry I've been
such a witchy-witch to you.

After Polly and Jason's epic demise

I was angry...

At everyone.

But I took it out on you
which was super unfair.

Especially since,

in a way, it's kinda like
we both lost siblings.

How, uh, how is Polly?

Is she still in that group home?

Do you think she knows what happened
to Jason, that he was murdered?

I... I'm not sure.

What do you think
went down between them?

I don't know...

What do your parents say?

About Jason and Polly?

Not a lot.

Same.

I keep thinking that
maybe Jason said something

to her or she said something to him.

I mean, didn't they have a
big fight this summer, or...

Why are you asking me so
many questions about Polly?

Cheryl?

Because, you dumb cow,
someone shot my brother

and I think it was your
crazy, tweaked-out sister.

Get out of my house.

Not until you tell me...

Cheryl, get the hell out of
my house before I kill you.

Jug. What's up?

What's up is I saw you, Archie.

In the music room. With Ms. Grundy.

Keep your voice down, my dad's inside.

I'm trying to help you, dude.

I'm trying to be your friend here.

Even though we're not anymore.

How long?

You and Grundy?

Since the summer.

I like her.

So I'm guessing she's the reason
you've been acting weird since summer?

One of them.

"One of them." There's more?

We were at Sweetwater River on July 4th.

We heard a gunshot. The gunshot.

- Dude, you have to tell somebody.
- I can't.

Neither can you. If people
find out about Grundy...

A kid is dead, Archie!

And you're worried about
some... Some cougar?

Don't call her that.

Okay, she's not like
that, she cares about me.

Stab in the dark.

I'm guessing she cares
more about herself.

She's the one who's telling you

not to say anything, right?

Look, I saw you guys.
She's messing with you, man.

And she's messing with your mind...

What the hell do you
know about it, Jughead?

Or about me, even?

Nothing.

But I used to know this guy once.

Archie Andrews.

He wasn't perfect but...

He always tried to do
the right thing, at least.

Jug.

If you tell anyone about this...

What?

What are you gonna do?

Hey, Jug. Coming in? We
got take-out from Pop's.

He was just leaving.

A little sage, to
banish the evil spirits.

Mom.

I'm not joking, Betty.
That family is pure evil.

I'm wondering if the Blossoms
didn't kill Jason themselves.

Sacrificed him to some
dark pagan god that

they worship in that
insane mansion of theirs.

Mom, does Polly know?

About Jason?

I told her.

But half the time, your sister
doesn't even know what day it is.

Mom, why were you so
against them being together?

Many reasons.

That family. Everything
they touch, it rots.

Mom, I was thinking...

Maybe it's time I go visit Polly.

I am so proud of how you
stood up to that dragoness,

but honestly, Betty, why was
Cheryl over here in the first place?

And who else is gonna come waltzing in?

Veronica? Archie?

How many times are you
gonna let them hurt you?

Until I learn my lesson, Mom.

You were right.

And what you said about Archie.

Sometimes it's hard to
admit things to yourself.

My mother is crazy.

I'm afraid I'll never
see my sister again.

The boy I like doesn't like me back.

He may not be crushing on you,

but he does love you.

And he's legit miserable without
you, if it's any consolation.

My mom says sometimes a friend
is better than a boyfriend.

Maybe this is one of those times.

And Sheriff Keller's grilling
me, Mantle the Magnificent.

'Cause I'd want Blossom dead.

When he was, like, the only
good quarterback we had.

And speaking of offensive tight-ends,
I should've sent the cops to you, Moose.

Because here's another unsolved mystery.

What exactly were you and
Kevin doing at the river, huh?

Or does being with the sheriff's
son give you a free pass? Keller?

Reggie's just being a blowhard, Kev.

I don't care what he says.

I mean, let's think about it.

If a kid at Riverdale killed Jason,

it's not gonna be a jock, right?

Now let's be honest.

Isn't it always some spooky,
scrawny, pathetic Internet troll,

too busy writing his
manifestos to get laid?

Some smug, moody, serial
killer fanboy freak,

like Jughead?

What was it like, Suicide Squad?

When you shot Jason?

You didn't do stuff
to the body, did you?

Like... After?

It's called necrophilia,
Reggie, can you spell it?

Come here, you little...

Hey shut the hell up, Reggie.

Boys.

What do you care, Andrews?

Nothing, just leave him alone.

Holy crap.

Did you and Donnie
Darko kill him together?

Was it some sort of
pervy, blood brother thing?

Ooh.

I hate to ask this, but did you
get that in a fight with Jughead?

Nah. No, it was with Reggie.

It's a long story.

Jughead and I, we were
disagreeing about a girl.

Hmm.

- Because there's this girl.
- There usually is.

But it's not about me and Jughead,
it's about me and this girl.

I think we should do something.
And it's the right thing, Dad.

But the girl says that if we do or if I
do this thing, it'll ruin what we have.

That doesn't make any sense, does it?

You know, this is the most
honest talk we've had in a while.

And I'm glad that you
want to do the right thing.

I can see that.

Even under the shiner.

Archie, if you know it's
the right thing to do,

even though it's tough, even though
it might... It might cost you.

You gotta do it.

I'm gonna come clean with
Weatherbee and Keller.

I was there.

I heard the gunshot
and I have to own that.

- Archie, slow down.
- I'm gonna do it tomorrow.

If you wanna come with me,
then we can figure that out.

If not, I'll respect that and I'll do
everything I can to keep you out of it.

I'm sorry, Ms. Grundy, but I have to.

Girl trouble? You?

Grundy and me.

We're telling Weatherbee.

At least, I am.

And also, I didn't mean
all that crap I said to you.

I'm sorry.

It's cool.

We're not gonna hug in
front of this whole town.

So why don't we both just do that
bro thing where we nod like douches

and mutually suppress our emotions?

Yeah, but as friends, right?

To be discussed,

over many burgers, and many days.

Oh, my God, Arch. Your eye.

Now to kickoff this pep
rally, I'd like to hand it over

to our very own Mayor McCoy.

Thank you, Principal Weatherbee.

It is heartening to see so many of
you here, even in weather like this.

But a lack of heart and school spirit
has never been the Riverdale way.

Tonight's pep rally isn't like
any other we've had in the past.

And we shouldn't pretend that it is.

Which is why I would like
to dedicate this evening

to the memory of one of our brightest.

Jason Blossom.

We're with him tonight.

Now please, join me in welcoming to
the field our very own River Vixens,

and their special guest stars, my
daughter, Josie and her Pussycats!

♪ Hey, shawty You're my candy
girl The kind with the swirls ♪

♪ Oh, so good Baby
out of this world ♪

♪ Looks so sweet Fell in
love with your curves ♪

♪ Every time you speak
Conversation like, sir ♪

♪ S-U-G-A-R You ain't her ♪

♪ Oh, honey, honey Put
money on that girl ♪

♪ Let's keep it in her circle
You everything I deserve ♪

♪ Baby wants her sugar
I'm ready to get served ♪

♪ Sugar ♪

♪ Oh, honey, honey ♪

♪ You are my candy girl ♪

♪ And you got me wanting you ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ I saw this girl I
wanna know her name ♪

♪ She's got this body
It's driving me insane ♪

♪ 'Cause I need a candy, girl ♪

♪ Her kisses rock my world ♪

♪ More legs, brown eyes Ain't
nobody like a fancy girl ♪

♪ Sugar ♪

♪ Oh, honey, honey ♪

♪ You are my candy girl ♪

♪ And you got me wanting you ♪

All right, you all ready?
Let's make some noise!

Put your hands together
for the Riverdale Bulldogs!

Cheryl?

Cheryl, what is it?

What happened?

Jason.

He's gone...

I know. I know he is.

No, you don't. You don't understand.

He was supposed to come back.

I'm alone.

I'm alone.

You're not alone. It's okay.

Hey.

Hey.

I saw you and Cheryl.

Not many girls would've
done what you did.

Full disclosure. I've had my
share of emotional breakdowns.

If you're not doing anything,

do you wanna go get
a milkshake at Pop's?

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Betty, I'd love that.

Here you go. One double chocolate
and one old-fashioned vanilla.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Betty...

Can we make a vow?

Sure.

That no matter what, no boy
will ever come between us again.

Deal?

Deal.

Do you guys want to join us?

Yes, but only if you're treating.

- Veronica Lodge.
- Jughead Jones, the third.

Jughead Jones, the third.

To someone on the outside, peering in,

it would've looked like there
were four people in that booth.

But I was there, and I can tell you.

Really, there were only three.

A blonde girl, a raven-haired girl,

and the luckiest red-headed
boy in tin universe.

For one shining moment,
we were just kids.

Those bright neon lights of
Pop's keeping the darkness at bay.

Giving way, as all nights must,
to a morning of reckonings.

We're reviewing new systems of
human biology starting with...

You're here for me, aren't you?

Because of the autopsy?

We don't need to do this in
front of your classmates, Cheryl.

It's all right, Principal Weatherbee.

They'll find out soon enough.

Now, that won't be necessary.

Wait, Cheryl, find out what?

That I'm guilty.

As shocking as those three words were,

they were nothing
compared to the secrets

that Jason's body had
given up during its autopsy.

That Jason didn't die on
July 4th, as we believed,

but over a week later.

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