All language subtitles for Riverdale 4x09 - Chapter Sixty-Six_ Tangerine

Previously on Riverdale...

Do you see those people over there?

They're Dodger's family.

I'm not sure what you're here for,

but you and your boys need to leave.

We've got kids here, we
don't want any trouble.

Mr. DuPont, the first book
in the Baxter Brothers series,

was written by my grandfather.

I killed Caramel.

No, Betty, that wasn't you,

that was your deeply screwed-up dad.

Someone is trying to drive me mad.

But, once I find out who
this depraved monster is,

I will unleash a wrath
upon them so wicked,

they will wish they had been
consumed in their mother's womb.

You've reached the Riverdale hotline.

If you wish to report a problem in
your neighborhood, leave a message.

Anonymity is your choice.
We're here to help.

"And as Buddy and Bobby Baxter
sat down at the dining room table,

exhausted and bruised,

they felt satisfaction.

The Case of the Boy in
the River had been solved.

Tomorrow, there would
be another mystery.

But tonight, their only concern

was dinner."

Outstanding, Mr. Jones.

I believe the Baxter Brothers has
found their newest ghostwriter.

Wait, I won the contract?

Like, right this second?

That is correct.

Professor DuPont, you
can't actually believe

that garbage was better
than my submission.

Oh, I can and I do.

Your contract, Mr. Jones.

Your first step into
a larger, better life.

Provided you play by the rules.

I don't understand. Dartmouth
was my safety school.

I guess you should've
accepted Harvard's invitation.

Nice try, Daddy,

but I still have my
interview with Columbia.

Interview, huh?

Good luck with that.

Columbia's extremely competitive.

But, I believe Riverdale
Community College

has a rolling admission policy.

So if you study there, you
could launch your rum empire.

If that's still happening.

Oh, it's happening, Daddy.

Hey, wake up, Red.

Mr. Jones? Ah! What are you doing here?

Investigating a vigilante.

Now be honest with me. Is that you?

Yeah, it is.

You're not gonna arrest me, are you?

I should.

What the hell do you
think you're doing, huh?

Helping.

People are too scared to call you
or the cops, so I set up a hotline.

What happens if you get hurt? Or worse?

People die changing tires on
the side of the road, Mr. Jones.

At least I'd die with a shred of honor.

What a load of smug BS.

You think that's gonna comfort your mom?

Why aren't you focused on the center,

- protecting these kids?
- I am.

But trouble shows up here
about every other day,

starting with the Dickensons who
are still out there, by the way.

You're doing good work here, Red.

Here. Honorable work.

Maybe I can help you.

What do you say, Chuck. Can you help me?

So you want me to use FBI resources

to track down your...

Sorry, our grandfather.

Why the sudden urgency?

Well, look, it's probably something

I should have done months ago, but...

I have an important decision to make.

And I can't until I know
the truth. His truth.

Can you help me?

What's wrong, Pop?

Our liquor license has been revoked.

As of Sunday, the speakeasy
won't be allowed to serve alcohol.

What? According to whom?

The mayor's office.

Figures.

This is payback for
me vowing to challenge

Daddy's precious rum empire.

Long-term, we're
fighting this injunction.

Short-term,

we're hosting a no-holds barred blow-out

at La Bonne Nuit before the boom falls.

No offense, Veronica,

but your father, he wasn't raised right.

Actually,

he was.

And you've just given me a great idea.

Betty. Betty, wake up.

What? What's happening?

Honey, it's your sister.

She mutilated a nurse at Shady Grove.

She almost clawed her face off.

Maybe this is a mistake.

Polly's messed up, but
she's not a literal monster.

This is security footage

from Shady Grove.

Okay, Polly is sitting
there, looking like a zombie,

but she's not hurt...

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

What the hell happened? She
attacked that nurse for no reason.

She'll only talk to you, she says.

And alone.

Okay. Well then I'll go talk to her.

First, there's one more
thing you should know.

The nurse that Polly disfigured,

her name is Betty.

Heard you wanted to speak to me.

Betty. Oh, thank God.

You're the one I can trust.
Can you tell me what's going on?

Polly, can you tell me what's going on?

You attacked a nurse named Betty.

That's impossible.

I can't remember any
of what they're saying.

I was in the rec room, and
the next thing I remember,

I'm in here and I'm chained to this bed.

Please, Betty.

You have to believe me, Betty, please.

I didn't do this.

Please believe me.

I didn't do it, Betty. I
didn't do it, it wasn't me.

Please, I didn't do it.
I didn't do this, Betty.

I didn't do it.

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Damn, Mr. Jones, where did
you get a metal detector?

From Southside High
when they shut it down,

but between that, and the
security cameras we're hooking up,

think you're in pretty good shape, Red.

Yeah, well, I'll be in even better shape

once Dodger and his family
are in jail or out of town.

But all this is awesome. Thank you, sir.

Hey, uh, I can help you find Dodger.

I know the alleys, and a bunch
of us used to work for him.

We're good, Eddie.

The last thing I need is you
out there kicking up dust, okay?

I've missed you, Abuelita.

You've been so busy
these days, mi ahijada.

- Godmother.
- Mm?

I've been thinking about
expanding my business,

getting into rum production.

But there's a real craft to it,

and my father refuses to teach me.

- How did he learn?
- From me.

It is my recipe that he's using.

Could you tell me the recipe?

Of course!

But what about college?

Have you heard back from Harvard?

Abuelita,

you won't even believe,

the things that your son has been doing.

What kind of things?

Hey, Charles, any luck?

Yeah. I found him.

More specifically, the
U.S. Postal Service did.

Wait, seriously? How?

Evidently, Forsythe has
a P.O. box in Seaside.

He checks it once a month when
he comes in from the forest.

Wait, did you say forest?

The crazy thing is, I
actually believe her.

Honey, we saw it with our own eyes.

Well, no, obviously, she did it, but...

not consciously.

It's like she was fuguing
or something. Wait a minute.

The doctors at Shady Grove
said Polly received a phone call

about an hour or so before the incident.

Charles is trying to figure
out the caller's identity.

Cooper-Jones residence.

What? Was it about Polly?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Mom.

Listen to... Mom!

You're acting just like Polly.

You're acting hypnotized.

What's going on? Why
am I holding a knife?

You don't remember?

Did somebody...

Did the phone ring, or did I imagine it?

No, it rang, you answered...

Whoever called must have
said something that...

I don't know, triggered
you into attacking me.

Is that even possible?

We need Charles to
trace that phone call.

Mami.

What a surprise. When did you get here?

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Picking fights with your daughter.

Your father is turning
over in his grave.

Really?

Turning my own mother against me.

Oh.

And guess what she shared with me.

Our family's secret rum recipe.

So brace yourself, Daddy.

It's on.

Archie, I need for you
to sit down for this.

Vic, your dad's foreman,

came by earlier today

and he wants to buy us out
of Andrews Construction.

Well, tough, Mom,
'cause we're not selling.

I'll tell Vic that myself
right after I fire his ass.

Toby, now is not a good time.

It's about Eddie. He and Malcolm

went looking for
Dodger and his brothers.

- And they found him.
- What? Where are they?

They're beat up, Archie. Bad.

Eddie's in the hospital. Again.

What'd you find out, Charles?

Our hunch was right.

The calls received by Polly and
Alice came from the same place.

Shankshaw Prison.

Charles, something must
have been said on those calls

that made Mom and Polly
enter a trance-like state

that turned them into deranged killers.

As if they were hypnotized.

I thought the same thing.

And who do we know that uses
auditory cues and hypnotism

to control its members? The Farm.

Edgar may be dead,

but his lovesick lackey
Evelyn sure isn't.

She's in prison.

Any chance that prison is Shankshaw?

You hold it right there, boy.

Now, you are trespassing
on private property.

If you're Forsythe Jones the First,

then I'm your grandson.

I... I... I... I guess...

you'd better come in, then.

Jason,

Julian,

thank you for joining me, brothers.

The day has finally come.

I'm ending our collective misery today.

The Chernobyl-grade roach bombs
I've set up throughout Thistlehouse

are discharging a toxin
strong enough to kill anything

that crawls within these walls.

I was born in poison...

and I shall die in poison.

Mumzie,

what a surprise.

Whatever your dad said about me

is probably true.

I'm actually not here
to talk about that.

Yet.

I'm here to talk about
one of your old classmates,

Francis DuPont.

Well, I remember Francis, all right.

Look, I think you wrote the
original Baxter Brothers book,

not DuPont.

I think he stole your idea

and then he published it under his name.

Oh, you got it all figured
out, haven't you, boy?

Except your facts, little mixed up.

Well, why don't you
help me sort them out?

Eddie and Malcolm are in the hospital.

Munroe is with them, they went
after the Dickenson brothers.

Bill and Fagan beat the
living hell out of those kids.

- I'm not gonna let that go.
- All right.

All right, then.

Your dad would pound the tar out of me

if I let you do this on
your own, but this is it.

We handle these Dickenson boys

and then you're putting this
vigilante business to bed, all of it.

If I agree, will you help me?

Yeah.

Just let me get changed first.

Well, lookie here.

Bill and Fagan Dickenson.

You guys are the scum of
the earth. Going after kids.

Big man, huh?

Beating up teenagers.

Let's see how you do against
someone your own size.

I'll break your bones, old man.

Not before we break yours.

Time to rise and shine, mother dear.

Cheryl. What...

Did you really think I was
gassing myself to an early grave?

No. That was a ruse.

But riddle me this, Mumzie.

Do you remember when
I was a little girl,

and you used to read me Alice's
Adventures in Wonderland?

Cheryl, you release me this minute!

You would ask me if
I thought I was Alice.

And I would say, "No,
Mother, I'm the Red Queen."

So as the Red Queen did to Alice,

I am putting you on trial.

Lunatic child.

What are the charges?

They are as follows.

Prolonged gaslighting in hopes
of driving me cuckoo-bananas,

attempted murder of Archie,
Betty, Veronica and Jughead,

and actual murder of my father,

Clifford Blossom, Claudius Blossom,

and Hal Cooper among others.

How do you plead, mother most foul?

I gotta say,

that felt good.

Yeah?

- We kicked ass, Mr. Jones.
- Mm-hmm.

It's been a while since these fists

delivered some proper street justice.

The old jacket still fits like a glove.

And your old man,

he's looking down on us,
probably shaking his head, but...

still...

he'd be glad your
crime-fighting days are over.

And I always loved detective stories,

so, uh, I come up with this notion

to write a book about
teenage detectives.

Right, the Baxter Brothers.

So how did DuPont steal it from you?

You're getting ahead of the story here.

You see, I was burning out at Stonewall,

so, uh, I quit.

The only thing I had to
show for it all is this

one Baxter Brothers story.

I didn't know what to do
with it. Francis said he did.

He offered to buy it from me.

How much?

$5,000.

$5,000?

That franchise is worth millions now.

Over the years, When I saw how
popular Baxter Brothers became,

I grew bitter,

started drinking and took
my anger out on the world,

and on my son.

Eventually I figured it'd be best
for all concerned if I just...

Went out for a pack of
cigarettes and didn't come back?

Yeah.

Mr. DuPont asked me to
be the next ghostwriter.

Is that a fact?

All this time, I...

I had thought that Mr.
DuPont was killing people

in order to keep the secret
that he stole the book from you.

That's quite the theory there.

If that was the case, he would
have killed me too, wouldn't he?

Yeah. Yes.

A word of advice for you.

I messed up my life.

I messed up your father's life.

You seize the opportunities
you're being given.

Took you long enough.

You weaponized my family against me

by calling them and triggering
some post-hypnotic suggestion.

What's the directive?

How exactly are you getting
your sleeper cells to turn?

When I deliver the
activation, the receiver turns

into you.

What the hell does that mean?

They become Betty.

As in, Betty Cooper,

as in, you.

Why did Polly attack
a nurse named Betty?

Why did my mom come after me?

When triggered, they become Betty.

They try to kill dark Betty,

evil Betty, other Betty.

You mean they try to murder me.

Elegant, isn't it?

It was Edgar's idea.

When they hear the trigger word,

they become you.

And therefore, try to kill you.

You're a psycho.

Mm-hmm.

So what exactly is the
trigger word, Evelyn?

Tangerine.

Repeated three times in a row.

Tangerine.

Tangerine.

Tan...

What do you say we call it a night, Red?

You need a ride back to the center?

Mr. Jones.

I can't believe it.

Mr. Jones, I'm so sorry.

For what? Hey.

It'll take a whole lot
more than a flesh wound

for me to regret what we did tonight.

It was Dodger Dickenson.

We don't know that.

Yeah, we do.

Word on the street, it was Dodger
and his crazy-ass mom Darla.

That was a parting shot before
the Dickensons get out of town.

So they're still in Riverdale?

Yep. Loading out the arcade.

How about you keep your
damn mouth shut, Fangs?

You're already on thin
ice with me. And you,

you don't even think about
it, Red. We talked about this.

You agreed to hang it up for good. Hey!

They're leaving town. Archie!

I left before she could
say it a third time.

But what the hell would happen if I
heard the trigger word three times?

Would I be activated
and wanna kill myself?

One way to find out.

We try it here.

Tangerine. Tangerine.

Tangerine.

I don't understand.

Nothing happened.

Maybe because you're already Betty?

Well, the good news is, you're
officially not a ticking time bomb.

Why must we endure this farce?

It's clear no matter what I say,

you're just looking for a
reason to kill me, Cheryl.

On the contrary, Mumzie,

despite your wicked machinations,

I'm looking for a reason to spare

your life.

You're my mother.

And yet, you've always
been so cruel to me...

For why?

You brutalized me my entire life.

You tried to kill my friends,

and then you hid in Thistlehouse
to keep torturing me.

You saw me happy with Toni and you
couldn't let that be, could you?

It wasn't your happiness
with the she-goblin

that I wanted to destroy.

It was your happiness with Jason.

How can I live knowing
that you are happy

with my dead son?

You don't get what I can't have!

In that case, Mumzie,

you're guilty of the worst crime of all:

being hateful to your rotten core.

Hmm. So, there. You've condemned me.

Execute me, then.

Or cart me off to prison.

Oh no.

Not jail. At least not
in the traditional sense.

You're going to a place

so vile, so revolting,

you'll wish you were bricked
up in Thistlehouse's walls.

TT, prepare the chloroform.

Thanks.

You're dressed to kill me,
huh? Am I in any danger?

Not tonight.

Just cutting loose before
the clock strikes 12.

- Mm.
- Hey, Ronnie.

You got someone asking for
you. Says it's official.

Are you a bourbon gal? I can whip
you up a killer old-fashioned.

Veronica Luna,

I'm Shoshana Rutherford.

The recruiter from Columbia?

What are you doing here?
I... My interview's on Monday.

Your assistant called my assistant,

and requested that I come down

and see your thriving
business in action tonight.

I'm so sorry, Miss Rutherford,
for the miscommunication,

but can we talk in a bit? Um...

I promised the crowd a floor show.

No!

You don't get to hurt my kids,

shoot somebody in front of me
and leave without any payback.

Dodgy,

care to pump this bozo full of lead

so we can take his truck with us?

No, Mom. It's all right.

Look at him.

Bill and Fagan got their
licks in, didn't they?

But if it's a fight you're after,

let's have ourselves a
good old-fashioned brawl.

? It's getting late ?
? Have you seen my mates? ?

? Ma, tell me ?
? When the boys get here ?

? It's seven o'clock ?
? And I want to rock ?

? Wanna get ?
? A belly full of beer ?

? My old man's drunker ?
? Than a barrel full of monkeys ?

? And my old lady ?
? She don't care ?

? My sister looks cute ?
? In her braces and boots ?

? A handful of grease in her hair ?

? Oh, don't give us none ?
? Of your aggravation ?

? We had it ?
? With your discipline ?

? Oh, Saturday night's ?
? All right for fighting ?

? Get a little action in ?

? Get about as oiled ?
? As a diesel train ?

? Gonna set this dance alight ?

? Well, they're packed ?
? Pretty tight in here tonight ?

? I'm looking for a dolly ?
? Who will see me right ?

? I may use a little muscle ?
? To get what I need ?

? I may sink a little drink ?
? And shout out "She's with me!" ?

? A couple of the sounds ?
? That I really like ?

? Are the sounds of ?
? A switchblade and a motorbike ?

? I'm a juvenile product ?
? Of the working class ?

? Whose best friend floats ?
? In the bottom of a glass ?

? Oh ?

? Don't give us none ?
? Of your aggravation ?

? We had it ?
? With your discipline ?

? Saturday night's ?
? All right for fighting ?

? Get a little action in ?

? Get about as oiled ?
? As a diesel train ?

? Gonna set this dance alight... ?

Stop!

You'll kill him!

I told Dodger, if we ever fought again,

he wouldn't be able to walk.

So you drag his ass out of here, Darla.

And if you or any of your sons

step foot in this town ever again,

I'll kill all of you.

Archie.

? Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday night's all right ?

Love you!

Well, I hope the song and dance was fun,

'cause at midnight, you turn
back into a pumpkin, Cenicienta.

And all this, it goes away.

I may not be able to serve rum,

but that won't stop me from making it

and burying you.

Hmm. About that.

Do you know what this is?

It's a patent.

That rum recipe that my
mother so graciously gave you,

I own it.

So if you use it to make rum,

I will sue you for everything you have.

Oh, and good luck with your interview.

I can't wait to hear
what Columbia thinks about

underage party girl Veronica Luna.

Mm.

Hello.

Hello.

Are you here to kill me

like I killed Caramel?

I leave you alone for
one day and you get shot.

Well, I've had worse and
I'll be home tomorrow morning.

Where you been anyway?

I should probably sit down for this.

I, uh...

I found Grandpa.

He's living in Seaside.
He's in a converted bus.

Sounds about right.
What'd you do that for?

Mr. DuPont offered me the
Baxter Brothers contract.

I wanted to talk to Grandpa
before I signed or not.

- And now that you have?
- It turns out I was wrong.

DuPont did steal the idea from
Grandpa, but he did it legally.

And for what it's worth,

he feels bad about
the way he treated you.

He knows what he did to you and Grandma.

And he knows that he was a bad father.

Yeah, that he was.

But maybe this wild goose chase I
went on could be worth something.

Like what?

Would you be willing to talk
to him if I brought him here?

Doc has me here overnight.

I guess if he wanted to stop by,

couldn't exactly say no...

could I?

Oh.

Hello, Mumzie.

Cheryl?

What is this?

I trust you approve of this bunker.

After all, it's larger than the cell

you would have gotten at Shankshaw.

With food, electricity, plumbing.

You wretched child.

You can't keep me... Oh.

On the contrary, Mother,

you need time and solitude

to seek penance for
your crimes and cruelty.

Toodles.

Cheryl. Cheryl.

Chery!

It was terrifying, Charles.

When I saw the red door, I fugued.

I slipped into a trance. Why?

I don't know, maybe a combination
of hearing the trigger earlier

and then returning
to a familiar setting.

What I saw,

me about to kill Caramel,

I think that's when the
dark part of me was born.

If that's true,

if you can go back to the
moment of dark Betty's birth

and stop it from happening,

it will essentially be...

Killing my shadow self
before she was even born.

We could try it.

Yeah.

Tangerine.

Tangerine. Tangerine.

Wait.

Let me take that from you.

But what am I gonna do now?

You can go play.

Really? I can go and play?

Yeah, go ahead.

Thank you.

Betty.

I... I...

I'm not sure, but I think I did it.

Well, that's great news.

You're all right.

You're okay now.

I'm sorry I kept you
waiting, Miss Rutherford.

I'm guessing my shot at
Columbia is pretty much blown.

Not necessarily.

At Columbia, we're always looking
for people with good stories.

I don't know what happened here tonight,

but I'll bet it's a good story.

It is indeed.

Well, how about you tell it to me?

Babe, are you okay?

Are you having second
thoughts about your mom?

No, but...

I was ruminating that perhaps...

it's time to bury Jason.

Cheryl, are you sure?

Yes.

There's been so much pain

and poison in this house.

And Jason, more than any of us,

deserves the peace my mother
spent years denying me.

Archie?

What's going on, honey?

Why are you sitting in the dark?

What happened?

Who did this to you?

I did.

I did it to me, Mom.

The Dickensons were leaving town.

They were done with Riverdale.

But I wanted to hurt
them, to hurt Dodger.

Maybe even kill him.

Archie.

Doesn't make any sense to me, Mom,

how predators like Dodger get to live,

but Dad, he...

And the worst part about it is,

some of the kids from
the center were there,

and they saw me
standing over him, angry,

bloody,

- and a monster.
- No.

You're not a monster.

You're just...

still hurting.

When will this end, Mom?

How does this end?

I've never felt further
from Dad than I do now.

Let me guess, my old
man didn't wanna come.

No.

He ran away.

I'm so sorry.

I feel like a fool.

No, you're not.

You would be if you turned
down that contract, though.

No, I'm signing it.

I think it's time to let go of the past.

_

Evening, Forsythe.

Oh.

This is the part where you kill me?

No, you ass.

It's an initiation.

Welcome to the Quill
and Skull Society, Jones.

Cheryl, what's up?

Thank you all for coming.

You all were here last
time I was at this river.

When I tried to take my own life.

It's only fitting

that you're here now.

My beloved Toni,

as I give Jason,

at long last,

the funeral he deserves.

He was a good brother to me.

I wish you could have met him for real.

I know.

Yeah?

Can I help you?

Archie? Archie Andrews?

I am.

It's good to see you, son.

My name is Frank.

I'm, uh...

I'm your dad's brother.

Tangerine.

Tangerine.

Betty.

Honey.

What happened?

I wanted to make sure that it was gone.

The dark part of myself.

And it was.

_

He's dead.

What did you do, Betty?

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