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Previously on Riverdale:

- New wheels, Mr. Lodge? - It's yours, Archie.

This is what guys like Chuck think about women. We're objects.

Cheryl was obsessed with you.

- I was afraid she might hurt you. - Cheryl threatened me.

Know about Southside High closing?

You acted like you didn't know. I can't trust you, V.

Chic, you should leave this house.

I hurried back for Carrie: The Musical. And this school's gonna burn.

- Jughead, thank you for meeting me. - I know what you're gonna ask.

I'm making a documentary following our production of Carrie.

We're going period, '70s glamour, like the Sissy Spacek movie.

I want you to be our videographer.

I'm in.

Maybe Andrews Construction could help build the sets for the musical.

I got the lumber, the tools, I'm in between gigs.

- You'd do that? - Absolutely.

I'm thrilled you're getting back into music.

Been a while since we spent time together.

- Awesome. - Great. I'll give you a ride.

Uh... I'm good. I'm gonna take my bike, thanks.

Welcome to Carrie: The Musical.

Hey, Fangs.

Okay, next. Introductions.

I'm, uh, Archie. I'm playing Tommy Ross, the boy next door.

I'm Betty. I play Sue Snell, the good girl.

Veronica Lodge, playing mean girl Chris Hargensen.

I'm Cheryl Blossom, playing the iconic role of Carrie White.

Tone deaf.

- Who's playing your mom, Margaret White? - I am.

- Mom. - Wait, seriously?

Settle down.

- It's untraditional. - Hold this?

But nothing's more amateur than age-inappropriate casting.

I'm looking forward to getting to know this woman, get under her skin.

And spend some time with my daughter Elizabeth.

Sorry. I thought rehearsal was in the Music Room.

No problem. All are welcome here.

So, Chuck Clayton...

Why did you say yes to being in the musical?

I'm trying to reform my image.

And, yeah, maybe it's counter-intuitive to be playing the villain,

but somebody's gotta do it. And I wanna do it right.

You know, show up, put in the work, be a member of the team.

And, who knows, maybe then people will start to change their minds about me.

Kind of weird, huh? The two of us playing boyfriend and girlfriend.

Easy there, Arch. Big Brother's watching.

No, I mean, things are strained with the four of us,

but we're here for Kevin, to do this play. Let's make it painless.

Archie, Veronica lied to all of us, you included.

Conspiring with her parents against the school?

It's fine that you're doing what Tommy Ross would do,

which is stand by her. But from where I'm standing?

Veronica's as much of a privileged, selfish, spiteful mean girl

as the part she's playing.

Okay, Act One, Scene One.

Actually... before we begin...

I've heard whisperings that some of you ensemble-vultures

don't think I'm fit to play, or sing...

- No. - The role of Carrie White.

So, to settle this once and for all... Maestro?

Okay, uh, Cheryl...

Uh, Cheryl.

Wow. I think I speak for everyone when I say that was undeniable.

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I have a dark confession to make.

After Cheryl's brush with death,

I found a letter in my locker from someone alleging to be...

And I can't believe I'm about to say this.

The Black Hood.

It's a prank. Look at it.

Why would the Black Hood, who was shot dead by my dad,

be demanding that the role of Carrie be recast?

It does seem pretty small potatoes for the Black Hood.

Yeah. Still, Jug, you can't tell anyone about this.

As official documentarian, you're sworn to secrecy.

Also, the show, as they say, must go on.

- Fine.

Ronnie, I need to ask you something.

What? You want us to take that sexy new Firebird of yours to Lovers' Lane?

I was gonna ask if I could keep it at the Pembrooke.

Why?

I haven't told my dad about the Firebird.

And our dads are literal rivals.

If my dad finds out yours gave me this gift,

it'll trigger World War III.

Fine. Our garage is your garage.

About the election, you really think Fred has a shot?

In our favor, he's essentially running on a platform of family values

with none of his family by his side. Mary's gone, thank God.

And, well, Archie and Fred, they've never been so distant, have they?

We just need to keep it that way.

No way is this legit.

It's a legit threat, but it's not from the real Black Hood.

No. This is a classic Phantom of the Opera tactic.

Mystery man sends menacing note

demanding a certain diva soprano gets recast or else...

Who's to say this letter came from a mystery man at all?

That's a good point.

Hey, Ethel, what looks good?

Someone picked out all the M&M's from the trail mix.

Ugh. That's terrible. It was probably Cheryl.

She's always taking things that she shouldn't,

like the role of Carrie from you.

That's nice of you to say, Betty.

For Kevin to have cast Cheryl as Carrie without even letting you audition...

Would you say you feel angry?

I mean, I was born to play Carrie.

So, not to be given a shot at it, yeah, it makes me angry.

- Wait, is Jughead filming us? - No. Oh, no, no.

No, he's shooting B-roll.

I have no idea what you're trying to get me to admit,

but I am not a violent person. And I would never do anything

to threaten or harm anybody for my own benefit, ever.

- What's happening, handsome? - Just bussing tables, Alice. You?

Just finished rehearsal.

I'm in the high school musical. Can you believe it?

Maybe you'll come by, check it out?

I'm working, Alice. Sorry.

Wow, really? This old act again?

You know what's funny? I was afraid our kids would make the mistakes we did.

Turns out we're the ones making them all over again.

In this scene, teacher Mrs. Gardener is being a friend when our girl has none,

- out of kindness. - I'll fake it as best I can.

Stop, stop. Stop!

I'm the only one that's allowed to stop.

I can't do this, have you hating me while we're singing about friendship.

I know everything I did was legit crazy, Josie.

But I was wrestling with some dark, Carrie White-like demons.

I'm so, so sorry.

So, please, please forgive me.

Veronica, mija . I noticed the Firebird parked in the Pembrooke garage.

Is there a problem?

No, Daddy. Archie is parking it here until he tells Fred you gave it to him.

He's worried he's gonna bruise his dad's ego.

- That makes sense. - Yep.

Cheers, mi alma.

In keeping with this week's theme, I've just had a wicked idea.

Let's party, people!

Okay, Veronica, I am obsessed with everything.

Thank you. It helps to be off-book and in full costume.

Don't be so modest.

You're the literal embodiment of Chris.

Never has a role been so perfectly typecast.

Betty.

What was that, Betty?

I mean, think about it.

Spoiled rich girl, check.

Major daddy issues, check.

Bad to the bone,

trying to control everyone, including her boyfriend and best friend,

check, check, check.

- How could you be so mean? - Archie...

Betty, you have no idea what's going on with Veronica.

All this intense stuff with her family, the pressure she's under.

She's trying her best

- under insane circumstances. - Can you tell me how?

Please, help me understand so I can let this go.

It's not for me to say, Betty.

You remember how quickly she forgave you

when the Black Hood made you say those horrible things?

So, really, who should be playing Chris and who should be playing Sue?

Archie, Betty, can you join us?

We're ready to run Tommy and Sue's love ballad.

V.

Betty, if you're here to rip into me again,

I agree with what you said back there.

If there's anything playing Chris has illuminated,

it's that I've been a terrible friend.

I couldn't disagree more.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

I came to check on the show I'm producing, and lo and behold, Fred Andrews.

I'm just donating my free time, Hiram.

- Has Archie taken you for a spin yet? - Mr. Lodge...

In the new Firebird I bought him? For the help he's given me.

Yeah, it's a pretty smooth ride.

Yeah.

A young man never forgets his first car.

Dad, it's just a car.

Just a car? Did I raise you to be that spoiled?

This doesn't have to be a big deal.

It is to me, son.

I was planning on us picking out an old jalopy.

We could've fixed it up, like me and Grandpa Artie did.

Honey, I'm sure you're probably still upset with me,

but I still miss you, and I am worried about you.

I love you, Chic.

Please call me when you can.

Mom?

Your brother won't return my calls. Not that I blame him, for what I did.

I'm gonna get water. Do you want anything?

Jughead, the sandbag was an accident, and the letter was a prank, right?

Seems like it.

That's what I thought, but I found this in my locker.

A letter from the Black Hood.

"This is your last warning to replace Cheryl.

Next time, the sandbag won't miss."

Cheryl, it's your safety. I have to recast the role of Carrie.

I will not succumb to thespian terrorism

and allow myself to be ousted from this.

After the fires I've walked through, Kevin,

the world needs to see me up on that stage,

a phoenix reborn in the spotlight.

Well, they'll have to wait, Cheryl.

- Mother. - Even in a town as twisted as Riverdale,

students require parental approval to partake in extracurricular activities,

As I reminded Principal Weatherbee

when I told him you didn't have my approval to do the musical,

and never will.

So, you just feast on broken dreams now, is that it?

Playing a murderous telekinetic teen who kills her mother?

Please.

This matricidal revenge fantasy,

never gonna happen.

That's final.

Due to some circumstances, Cheryl will no longer be playing Carrie White.

- What? - Why?

Penelope Blossom isn't much of a stage mom.

Cheryl's by the gym bleachers.

Cheryl's understudy will assume the role.

Understudy?

I appointed one after the sandbag incident.

Midge Klump.

Screw the musical.

I just wanted to prove to everyone that I'm still me.

But maybe I'm not.

Toni, even Carrie White could stand up to her mother.

Cheryl, you gotta show your mother who's in charge.

I don't know if I can anymore.

I'm not the same girl who burned down Thornhill.

Sure you are.

You're not done playing Carrie, Cheryl, not by a long shot.

What if they like me?

- They might like me. They'll like me. - You're a fool.

Don't go.

Mom?

Don't leave me, Betty. Don't leave me like all the others did.

Am I directing a train wreck? And where's my tea?

Mom.

I'm not going anywhere, okay?

Everything is crumbling.

I've lost everyone.

No, I haven't lost everyone. I've driven everyone away.

I gave my son away when he was born.

And then I just did it again.

And your father and I aren't together

because we're still fighting about something that happened years ago.

And you and I have never been so frayed.

My mom's always been a woman on the verge.

I have to do something to help her, Jughead.

Something to make her feel less alone and abandoned.

Guys, the programs are in, and they look amazing.

Make sure to get them signed on opening night.

- Dad, what are you doing here? - Gotta get the sets in.

Yeah. I guess I just assumed...

That I would quit because we had a disagreement?

That's not the way I roll.

When Kevin came to me about Carrie,

he said I was the embodiment of Tommy Ross.

Loyal, selfless...

a hero, a force for good.

But I'm none of those things.

I'm not the hero of any story.

Lately I've been going down this dark path,

ignoring how much it hurt my dad.

I gotta get something off my chest.

You may be my boss, but please, don't try to get between me and my dad.

Because I promise you, sir...

that is a battle you will lose, every time.

Thank you for the Firebird...

but I won't be needing it anymore.

Oh, who are we kidding?

It's opening night. We're too nervous to eat, anyway.

Alice?

Thank you.

Welcome.

I'm allergic to peonies.

But how would you know that? We've only been married for decades.

I'd really like to come back home, Alice.

If you'll have me.

If we do this, Hal, there can't be any more secrets between us.

- Which means... Betty? - Yeah?

- Honey, can you give us a moment? - Yeah.

There's something you should know about Chic.

To be honest, I always suspected that Chic wasn't mine.

I don't care, Alice.

I wanna come home.

Alice.

Our secrets can't hurt us anymore.

We can be together again.

- Don't you have a show to get ready for? - I do, but this couldn't wait.

I gave back the Firebird, Dad.

Then I sold some of my stuff so I could buy this off Junkyard Steve.

It needs a lot of work, Dad... but I'm up for it if you are.

You better get going, Arch. I don't want you to be late.

Got the drinks.

Claudius? Is that you?

Do you know whose blood this is, Mommy?

This is Jason's blood. This is Daddy's blood.

And the next blood to be spilt will be yours.

Cheryl, dear God.

You've been in cahoots with Daddy's twin.

You tried to kill Nana Rose,

and then you shipped me off to a ghoulish nunnery.

But your depraved gambits are finished.

If you so much as pluck one hair from Nana Rose's little head...

I'll end you.

I burned one house down, I'll happily burn another.

Nightmare Child, what do you want from me?

I wanna be emancipated.

I want Thistlehouse all to myself and my Nana.

Start packing, Mommy.

You and Uncle Claudius are pig-people

and should live amongst the pigs.

Thank you. Hello. Good to see you.

Thank you. How are you?

Hal. Come here.

Did you bring it?

Thanks.

- Ten minutes to places. Where is Fangs? - I don't know.

Fangs.

I was giving Midge some last-minute notes.

Hurry up. It's ten minutes to places.

Hey, Ethel?

I'm doing final interviews.

Ethel?

QED, folks, it was Ethel.

What was?

Uh...

- Just the magazines. - I know what you're thinking.

You're wrong.

- Those were for my vision board. - It's okay. Tell me.

Get out of my dressing room, Jughead.

Sounds like a guilty conscience to me.

- Hey, Moose. - Out of my way, Jug.

What a to-do to die today at a minute or two till two

A thing distinctly hard to say, but harder still to do

Chuck... let me speak for the whole gang

when I say that your behavior throughout rehearsals

has been nothing short of that of a proper Victorian gentleman.

Um...

What does that mean?

Your pariahship is officially over.

Hey, Betty.

Chic...

you made it.

- Of course. I wouldn't miss this. - Five minutes to places!

You should get back to your seat, Chic. You're not really allowed to be backstage.

No problem.

Break a leg, sis.

All right, Carrietta, it's time to come out of your closet.

Uh, Kevin, did you re-block this? Why isn't she on her knees?

I...

- I don't think that's part of the show. - Oh, my God.

Somebody should help her. Help her!

Betty.