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[Jughead]
Forget art imitating life.

Here we had a case
of art imitating death.

The snuff film
that showed Jason Blossom

being murdered
by dear old dad...

[gunshot on video]

...in a bizarre
recreation of it.

Months of static shots
of houses, now this.

Why change the pattern?

Our Voyeur is trying
to recreate himself
into an auteur.

No longer satisfied
with merely documenting
our daily lives, it seems.

Between this tape and the one
of Betty killing me,

it seems like he's trying
to painstakingly
recreate our deaths.

Or near deaths.

He's trying to blur the line
between fact and fiction.

Is it a warning?

-Could be a rehearsal.
-For what?

An actual murder.

So our auteur got a copy
of the Jason Blossom
murder video and then...

pulls a Gus Van Sant
and tries to remake it?

Where did he get
the original video though?

Blue Velvet Video.

Is there anything else
we can do at this point?

Wait for another tape.

Keep going through the videos
that we confiscated
from the Scarlet Suite.

Okay, well,
I'm gonna have to let
you two fellows handle that

because I have to finish
proofing the yearbook tonight.

The most high school thing
you've ever said.

[Betty sighs]

Here it is, Mr. Honey.

Riverdale High's yearbook
as requested.

There will be no yearbook
this year, Ms. Cooper.

Sorry, what? Why?

The deadline for the printers
was two days ago.

Yes, but I called the printers

and they said if we give it
to them this afternoon,

the yearbooks would be ready
by graduation.

Yes, but I told you that
I would need to approve
every page.

And I will not
be able to do that
by this afternoon.

I pulled all-nighters
to get this done

and because I'm two days late,

you're punishing
all of my classmates?

How is that fair?

I'm sorry, Ms. Cooper,

but my decision is final.

[cell phone ringing]

-Hello?
-[woman] Is this
Forsythe Pendleton Jones?

Depends who's asking.

My name is Dina Letum.

I'm the admissions coordinator at the University of Iowa.

Do you have a moment to talk about your application?

Breaking news, everybody.

So the University of Iowa

has one of the best
writing programs
in the country.

I applied for spring,

but then they told me
they could take me
as early as fall.

You're a good writer, bro.

Wait.

So this acceptance
is conditional?

Yeah. They require
additional materials,

which means
I need another story.

But this could be
my redemption after that whole
Stonewall hell.

The only problem is

the well of my creative
unconscious is tapped out.

Well, you could write
a monster story
about Mr. Honey.

I am proud
of you though, Jug.

What did he do?

Honey is refusing to publish
the yearbook.

Our legacy.

The written record
of our last four years.

Our friendships, our loves,
clubs, dances.

Bee, if it's about money,
I'm happy to help pay
for the printing.

Thank you, Vee, but it's...
the principal of it.

Mr. Honey has been on our case
since day one.

Do you remember
when he threatened us
on our first day back?

And how many of us
are already banned
from going to prom?

Fangs, Reggie, Toni and I
are all banned
because of Ticklegate.

And I'm out
because of that bogus

quiz show cheating scandal.

Lest we not forget
my transcendent rendition
of Cherry Bomb

which got Veronica,
the Vixens and myself

barred from the promenade.

So, literally the only people
going to prom are...

[snaps fingers]

-You wanna go
to prom with me, Jug?
-Oh, I'd be honored.

But I'm not putting out.

Let the fan fiction begin.

Cousin Betty,
I share your outrage.

Something must be done
to stop this heinous villain.

Like what? Every time
we make a move against him,

he hits us back.

He's not letting Archie
walk with the rest of us
at graduation.

He's a fiend.

Although, one thing that would
stop Mr. Honey...

is if we killed him.

Or scared him enough
to leave town.

I mean, it would be so easy.

Mr. Honey works late
on Tuesdays.

He usually leaves around 9:00.

Yeah, but wouldn't
he recognize us?

Good point, Arch.

Okay, let's say we wear
bunny masks

and Stonewall Prep jackets.

[Archie] I could sneak up
and knock him out.

Take him down.

[grunts]

[Betty] Then we tie him up
and stuff him
into the trunk of a car.

What do you say, Reggie?

Can we borrow Bella for this?

After the way Honey trashed her
on Halloween night?

Bella! [gasps]

What happened to my car?

Such a shame when someone
disrespects your property,
isn't it?

Hell yeah.

[Reggie] Where the hell
do we take him?

My family still owns
that cabin in Fox Forest.

[Betty] Then we take him there
and make him think
he's gonna die.

[Cheryl] And I know
just the way we can do that.

Veronica, do you remember
when we maple-boarded
my monster of a mumsie?

[Mr. Honey choking]

[coughs]

We're letting you go,

but you're leaving town
tonight.

And if you don't,
we'll keep doing this.

And we won't stop
until you're dead.

[panting] You're insane.

Fine. More syrup please,
then we'll start
digging his grave.

No, no, no.

[struggling]

At least that's one way
we could get our revenge.

We could do that, for sure.

Or we could pull off
a classic senior prank,

the likes of which
will never be forgotten.

[clicks tongue]

And I've got just the one
for Mr. Honey.

It's an oldie, but a goodie.

[telephone ringing]

Miss Bell,
could you come in here?

Miss Bell!

Looks like we won this round.

Maybe.

Though I still think
we should've killed him.

[typing]

Jug, what are you doing?

I'm writing a new story
for Iowa.

You gave me the idea actually.

It's called
Killing Mr. Honey.

Great title.

It's perfect.
I get to write something

for my Iowa submission
while simultaneously
working out

our collective revenge fantasy
against Mr. Honey.

[continues typing]

I printed some pages
on your night table
if you wanna read.

[Jughead] Kidnapping Mr. Honey
was supposed to be
a joke, a prank.

Payback for how
he terrorized them
all year long.

[Jughead]
Where are his glasses?

[Archie] Crap, they must've
fallen along the way.

[Jughead]
No one was supposed to die.

I can barely see
without my glasses.

So you might as well take
those ridiculous masks off.

[Reggie] Shut the hell up.

I know exactly who you are,
Mr. Mantle.

Mr. Andrews and Mr. Jones.

And clearly you've partnered
with Ms. Lodge,

Ms. Blossom and of course...

Ms. Cooper.

[Archie] Yo, what the hell
are you doing?

He said he knew
who we were.

Actually,
I didn't know, Mr. Mantle.

I suspected it.

But thanks to
your stupidity,

my suspicions
have been confirmed.

Dude, he played you
like a cheap violin.

You just blew our cover,
you idiot.

[Mr. Honey laughs]

You think that's funny?
[breathing heavily]

You think
you're better than me?

-Reggie!
-Hey, Reggie!

Come on, come on.
Just stop it.

-You're gonna kill him.
Stop it, Reggie.
-All right.

[panting]

Tell me, Mr. Mantle,

is that what your father
does to you?

[Archie] Hey, shut up!
Hey, Reggie!

[Mr. Honey laughs]

We're leaving you now,
Mr. Honey,

but we'll be back soon.

And you shut your damn mouth
or we're gonna let him back in.

Wow, that's dark.

Is it too dark?

No, I love it.

[message alert chimes]

Well, duty calls.

Charles wants us
to meet him at his office.

Is there any way
you can take point on that?

I wanna continue
working on this.

Sure.

[Jughead] Once Mr. Honey
was secure at the cabin,

we took shifts watching him.

Cheryl was up first.

Have one of you found them?
My glasses?

TBH, I don't know.

It's not too late,
Ms. Blossom.

You can make this right.

We are making it right.

By kidnapping me.

[scoffs]

How do you think this ends?

Betty and Jughead have a plan.

Huh.

Well, I've never taken you
to be a follower.

Yes. Well,

you have given us something
we've never had before.

A common enemy.

You were cruel to me,
Mr. Honey.

You barred me
and all of my Vixens from prom.

You locked Ms. Appleyard
in her office.

She had a panic attack
and quit.

What was I supposed to do?

[shouts] What am I
supposed to do now?

Hmm.

Agree to make a video...

giving us permission
to go to prom

and promising that you won't
punish us for this

or anything ever again.

Might I suggest
an alternative, Ms. Blossom?

Release me.

Call the police.

Tell them it was a...

it was a school prank
that went horribly awry.

You'll be punished, of course.

But at least your lives
won't be ruined.

So you won't
make that video then?

Absolutely not.

Fine.

Then it's your funeral,
Mr. Honey.

Mrs. Klump received this new
videotape this morning.

[woman screaming on screen]

Oh, my God.
Another recreation?

Where did you get
the actual footage?

Finished going through
the videos that we confiscated
from Blue Velvet.

Turns out Jason Blossom's
snuff film

wasn't the only contraband
that David had.

Where the hell
is he getting these from?

[Jughead] Next, it was Archie
and Veronica's turn
to check on their captive.

To see if he'd had
a change of heart.

[door creaking]

Mr. Honey. Mr. Honey.

Does he have a pulse?

Here, let me check.

Is he okay?

Is he alive?

-[Mr. Honey] You're late.
-And you are?

I'm Principal Weatherbee's
replacement, Mr. Honey.

Things are gonna be different
this year.

We'll have order, discipline.

-Is he okay, is he alive?
-No.

He's not.

He's dead.

RIP, Mr. Honey.

[keyboard clacking]

[rock music
playing on speakers]

Brace yourselves, bitches.

I just saw our most hated foe,
Honey, entering his office.

Was his ass
still glued to his chair?

[all chuckle]

I heard they had to use
turpentine to unstick it.

He was smelling
particularly odious.

[speakers buzzing]

Students of Riverdale High.

Unless the person
or persons responsible

for yesterday's
so-called prank
step forward,

prom is officially cancelled.

I knew it.

I knew your juvenile antics
were going to end in tragedy.

Turn thyself in, Reginald,
immediately.

No way.

I pranked Mr. Honey
on behalf of all of us.

And for the record...

I did not prank alone.

Oh, God. And who would be
stupid enough to help you?

-[Betty] Kevin.
-[Veronica] Archie!

-What's the big deal?
-It's not like any of us
were allowed to go.

We were going to crash it,
you dotty pole.

Now there's nothing left
to crash.

And I refuse to be
the only sitting president

in the history
of Riverdale High
who didn't sponsor a prom.

Okay, everyone chill.

Reggie's not the enemy here.
Mr. Honey is.

If we all turn against
each other now, we all lose.

If we want the prom back,
we need to think strategically.

Betty, what should we do?

We research our enemy,

determine if there are
any skeletons in his closet
we can exploit.

I'll take point on that.

In the meantime...

Nobody panic.

[all panting]

I don't understand.

I didn't even
hit him that hard.

Why did you even have
to hit him at all, Reggie?

You were the last one
to see him alive.

I didn't do anything.

He was fine when I left him.
He must've toppled over
in his chair or something.

We wanted to scare Mr. Honey,
not kill him.

Well, he's dead.

There's no walking back
from it.

Jug is right.
What's done is done.

The only question is,

are we going to let
this terrible accident,

and yes, I am calling it
an accident, which it was,

ruin our lives, our future?

I hope not.

I'm going
to Highsmith College.

I'm going to Barnard.

I'm going to Yale.

I'm going to the Naval Academy.

I'm trying to go
to the University of Iowa.

And I'm going to Riverdale
Community College.

Maybe.

All right, then.

Who here has experience
in getting rid of a dead body?

The hell. Am I the only one
that hasn't gotten rid
of a dead body before?

No time like the present, bro.

You're not gonna believe this.

I did some sleuthing
on our least favorite tyrant

and it turns out
there's a pattern

to his reign of terror.

Honey has cancelled prom
at every high school
he's worked at.

For different reasons,
but the end result
is always the same.

Geez. He's like the Grinch
that stole prom.

What are we gonna do
with this?

We share this key information
with our troops

and dispatch them
to the appropriate parties.

Hi, honey. How was school?

Well, Mom,
now that you mention it...

Mr. Honey cancelled prom.

That's not even
the worst of it.

He's doing it out of spite.

And look, I'm not one
for school dances,

but this one means a lot.

Nana, it's our senior year.

And I for one did not suffer
for four years

to have this
one magical night

taken away by some
hateful he-shrew.

This is like
a personal vendetta with him.

We can't let Mr. Honey
take this away from us.

Not after everything
we've been through.

Mr. Jones, Mom,
we need this.

[footsteps approaching]

Mr. Honey.
As concerned parents,

we are here to demand
that you reinstate prom

and you re-invite
those students

you so rudely barred
from attending.

That won't be possible.

You see it's my job
to prepare these students

to be upstanding citizens
of the world,

and their behavior
needs to reflect that.

So far, it has not.

Oh, I'll show you
some behavior.

Mr. Honey, Mary Andrews here,
attorney-at-law.

May I bring
to your attention

the case of Murray et al vs. The Greendale School District?

A small town principal
cancelled prom

and parents of
said small town sued him

for psychological damage,
and won.

I'm a very
good lawyer, Mr. Honey.

[Hiram] And might I add,
as the mayor of Riverdale,

I have a direct line
to Governor Dooley
and the Board of Education.

And I'd hate for them
to look into and possibly
revoke your credentials.

And RIVW has been hungry

for a gripping,
public interest story

that would make
nationwide headlines.

"Principal Cancels Prom
Out of Spite."

I think would surely
fit the bill.

[sighs]

And what will you two
do to me?

Oh, we're just the muscle.

[Mr. Hiram scoffs]

Well, I am sorry,
but my decision is final.

Actually it's not.
As President of the PTA,

I have a right to demand
a vote on this matter.

Perhaps, if all of us,

say over the age of 20,
would like to adjourn
to my office,

we might discuss this
as adults.

Yes, let's do that.

And as student body president,
I'll be joining.

Fine.

[Jughead] And so the dragon
that had been terrorizing

the halls of Riverdale High
was beaten.

Vanquished.

All that remained was giving it a proper burial.

Hurry up!

It's almost dawn.

How deep does the grave
have to be?

Deep. It's Riverdale.

What's shocking is,
how many times

have we said these very words
in real life?

I know, isn't it chilling?

Hobo. Bride of Hobo.

As student body president,
I have an announcement to make.

Although, I believe
this proclamation calls
for a more festive setting.

[indistinct conversation]

[clears throat]

Classmates...

Mothers, fathers...

Nana...

Prom is officially back on!

[whooping]

So, I'd like to propose
a toast.

To generations united,

together, we have proven
victorious.

To all of us,

and to a senior prom
we will never forget.

[all] Yay! Cheers!

And if I may speak
for the grown-ups.

[man] Yup.

We're just so very, very proud
of you.

And the thoughtful, intelligent
young adults you've become.

You kids have been through
a lot.

Much more than we did,
when we were at Riverdale High.

[mothers chuckling]

[Hermione] And we may not
say it enough but,

you mean the world to us.

And, although it may not
always seem like it,

we have your best interests
at heart.

You worked hard,
you deserve to celebrate.

My boy is gonna be
the first Jones man
to go to college.

-Whoo!
-[all] Whoo!

[Jughead] They were supposed
to feel relief,

Honey was dead, and buried.

And they'd gotten away with it. They were free.

Free to go back to talking
about college and homework...
And prom...

So, in terms of a theme
for prom...

-[Betty] Hm?
-I was thinking,

"Old Hollywood."

I was going to suggest
F. Scott Fitzgerald,

The Beautiful and Damned,
but,

old Hollywood glamour
works as well.

Now, how many limos
should we get?

How can you talk about prom
and limos after what we did
last night?

Hey, Reggie, shut the hell up
right now.

All I'm saying is last night
was majorly messed up.

-Reg...
-Guys, I was just
in the front office

and I saw Ms. Bell talking
to the police.

What? What were
they talking about?

You know, how Principal Honey's
gone missing?

Well, some Adventure Scouts
were camping in the woods,

found a pair of glasses
that might belong to Mr. Honey.

So now the police
are suspecting foul play.

They're canceling class,
sending out a search party.
Should we go sign up?

This is a great
complication, Jug.

-You think so?
-Mmm-hmm.

You don't think the Adventure
Scouts finding the glasses is
too contrived?

Guys, I was in the office
right now, Mr. Honey
asked me to find you.

Said he wanted to see you
ASAP.

That's weird.

[footsteps approaching]

Charles. Mr. Honey.

What's up, Chuck?

Well, a videotape
was delivered to the school
this morning.

I called Agent Smith,

and he told me that
the two of you have been
helping him with his case.

I thought you might want
to see this.

Be warned,
it's extremely unsettling.

[remote clicks]

Now, it's just
the school's facade at first,

but then...

How long does this go on for?

[Mr. Honey] Hours.

Whoever shot this video
covered every inch
of the school.

I mean, every hallway,
every classroom,

the gym, the auditorium,
the locker rooms.

But what
could it possibly mean?

Because it feels like a...

I don't know, a warning
or a...

threat. Wouldn't you agree,
Agent Smith?

That's one way
to interpret it, yes.

Well, in that case,

seems I have no other option
but to put the school
on high alert.

And despite the PTA's wishes,
cancel prom.

If this tape even suggests
the possibility of violence
against any of my students,

every precaution
must be taken,

including curbing
extra-curricular activities.

Will you let
your friends know,

while I alert your parents?

Mmm-hmm.

-This feels very wrong.
-Completely agree.

We know that our guy
has moved on from
simple recordings

and on to re-creations.
This tape feels like
he's backtracking.

Or unless
he's revisiting themes.

Or it could be a hoax.

I mean, think about it,
the general public
does not know

our Voyeur/auteur has moved on
to re-creations, right?

-Correct.
-I'm following you, Jughead.

So, if someone wanted
to pretend to be our auteur
and they didn't

have the privileged information
that we do,

they would have shot a video
exactly like the one
Mr. Honey was sent.

It's not a coincidence.
Honey wants to cancel prom,

he's conveniently sent a video
that gives him
the perfect excuse.

Guys, unless we have
conclusive proof that
this videotape was made by

someone other than
our original guy,

Honey's well within his rights
to cancel prom.

Well, can we borrow
a copy of Honey's tape?

Sure. Why?

So we can review
every second of it.

No, you have a story to write.
I will watch the damn tape.
Let's go.

[Jughead] And then,
without warning,

their carefully constructed
plan began to unravel.

Thanks to a guilt-ridden
Reggie.

Hey, you know what I heard
about Honey?

I heard he was hooking up
with a student,

and got run out of town.

Who cares?
Guy was a total perv.
Gave me the creeps.

What are you saying?
What are you saying!

That you're glad
that he's dead?

Reggie, shut the hell up.

No, that's not
what we're saying.

Look, all I'm saying is
the guy was a total weirdo.

If he ran off, who cares,
good riddance.

He didn't run off.

They found his glasses.

What's your point?

Dude, Reggie, I'm serious.

Just that,
they found his glasses.

But Honey will never be found
'cause he is--

Shut up. Shut up.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

[breathing shakily]

I'm ordering Chinese,
you want Lo Mein?

Yup, and some fried
wontons, please.

-Chicken or veggie?
-Oh, hell no.

Charles.

I think we got him.

[door opens]

Agent Smith, Ms. Cooper,
Mr. Jones. May I help you?

Yes, you can tell us whether
or not this is you

in the screengrab
from the video you received.

[Charles] Is it you holding
the camera in that photo?

I mean, it's only two frames
but it's enough
to nail your ass.

If you're suggesting
that I'm sending videotapes
around town--

No, not all the tapes,
just this one.

You're a copycat, Mr. Honey,
and not a very good one.

Using the Voyeur's MO
to ramp up
your personal feud

against me and my friends?

Feud?

I...

I've been trying
to protect you.

The only person
we need protection from is you,

Mr. Honey, you're deranged.

I was trying to help you.

To prepare you for a life
outside of Riverdale.

You can justify
your actions all you want

but we already sent
copies of the videos
to the school board,

aka, our parents.

So between them
and the FBI,

I hope you have
a good lawyer.

Guess that's checkmate,
Mr. Honey.

Don't mess with us
in our own town.

What causes a principal
to hate his students so much?

Was he bullied
in high school?

Is his entire career
based on revenge?

Well, maybe he should've
had sessions

with Mrs. Burble
along with the rest of us.

At least now
you can finish your story

without any
real-life interruptions.

How close are you
to being done?

Oh, close.
Reggie just died.

Reggie?
Why did Reggie have to die?

[Cheryl crying]

It's not right.

[sobbing] Reggie didn't
deserve that.

Well, of course
he didn't deserve it, Cheryl.

You need to get
ahold of yourself.

Do you understand me?

It's very sad, tragic even,
what happened to Reggie,

but he was out of control.

He couldn't handle himself
when Mr. Honey died.

Died? Are you serious?

Jughead's right, Cheryl.

Reggie was spiraling.

He was drinking.

-Tell her, Arch.
-Yeah.

If hadn't been in
the locker room that time,

I don't know what
he would've said.

[sobbing]

Fine, but did we
have to cut his brakes?

I mean,
we murdered out friend.

What are you
talking about, Vee?

We didn't
cut Reggie's brakes.

His death was an accident.

[chuckles]

The truth is he was never
taking care of that car

the way he should've.

-Eventually it just
caught up with him.
-[crying]

We can't change what happened.

The only thing we can do
is live our lives.

Wow.
Are you hearing
yourselves?

It's like you actually
believe this crap.

Ronnie, two people
are dead right now. Dead.

And right now
the world thinks

that Reggie died
from a car accident.

A horrible car accident.

So this ends...

right now,
if we all just
stick together.

-Will you do that for me?
-My God.

I knew Betty and Jughead
had a dark streak,

but when did you become
such a monster, Archiekins?

[scoffs] Come on.
Don't kid yourself, Veronica.

In this town
we're all monsters.

We've always been monsters,
and that includes you, too.

The question is,
are we going to be
monsters in college...

or in jail?

[Cheryl cries softly]

Wow.

So we're the monsters.

I kinda just go wherever
the story leads me.

But don't worry I'm gonna
change all of our names

before I submit it
to the University of Iowa.

So no one is going to know
the perverted truth
about us... but us.

So, what happens next?

Do Veronica and Cheryl
go to the police,

or does your teen angst
body count increase by two?

I honestly
don't even know yet.

I'm still trying to
decide between some

-cautionary morality tale
and a nihilistic dark comedy.
-Mmm.

Guys, dead man walking.
Hallway, right now.

That was fast.

Well, Mr. Honey,
looks like the good guys won.

[chuckles cynically]

Is that what you think
happened here?

Well, you're leaving
and we're staying,

so yeah,
I'd mark that as a win.

Hmm.

I stand by everything
that I've done.

Including the videotape.

Everything that
I have done...

is to make this school
better, safer,

for you and
your classmates.

Because what goes on
around here,

murder, mayhem, depravity...

it is not normal.

Well, it's normal to us.

Which is why
we had to stop you.

[scoffs] Stop me.

Ms. Cooper...

I saw the writing
on the wall days ago

and I lined up my next job.

I am Stonewall Prep's
new headmaster.

It seems they cleaned house
and were in need of a...

strong leader to help them
rebuild their reputation.

And my salary, it's...

triple what I've been
making here.

All right, you know what?
Screw Mr. Honey.

-He sucks.
-[Veronica]
That's right, Archiekins.

I mean, who doctors up

fake evidence just to
cancel prom?

And takes away
a school's yearbook?

Censors a variety show.

A psycho, that's who.

That man is anything but.

I have been working in that
front office for 50 years.

And in all that time,

I have outlasted
eight principals.

And beyond a doubt,

the best, by far...

was Mr. Honey.

Poor Miss Bell,

you've fallen under
the monster's spell.

[scoffs]

Do any of you have any idea

what that man has done
for this school?

This year alone,

he personally arranged for
six low-income students

to go to colleges
on full scholarships.

Wait, really?

Also, this year's
average GPA

is higher than
it's been in decades.

And more seniors
will be going to college

than have since 1956.

Oh, and of course, no students
have died under his watch.

He asked me
to mail this for you.

But I don't think I will.

You may wanna
read it though

to fully comprehend
your actions.

What is it, Jug?

It's a letter
written by Mr. Honey
to the University of Iowa.

Are you gonna open it?

Look, it can't be worse than
whatever you're imagining.

What did Mr. Honey say?

Was he trying to
screw you over?

Oh, my God.

-I have to change it.
-Change what?

My story, I have to fix it.

[Jughead] The problem with
believing you have
all the answers,

is that is blinds you
to the truth that's
right before your eyes.

[door creaking]

Mr. Honey.

[typing]

Ronnie, what do we do?

Call 911.

-No if we do that--
-If we don't, he'll die.

Call 911. I'll give him CPR.

[typing]

Uh, yeah.
We need an ambulance.

What the hell happened?

It's okay. The doctors said
Honey's gonna make it.

No, I'm more worried
about us.

Okay. What do the police know?
What did you tell them?

The truth.

That this all started
as some stupid prank

and that things
got out of hand.

A prank? Do you realize
what you've done?

Yeah, we kept a man
from dying.

And ruined our lives.

Reggie's right, you guys just
wrecked everything,
our futures,

now none of us
are gonna go to college.

Who cares about college?
Don't you guys understand

that we could spend
the next 20 years of our lives
in Shankshaw--

Shankshaw prison?

Are you listening
to yourselves?

Mr. Honey could've died.

We would've been murderers.

Better that than what's
coming next for all of us.

You don't mean that, Betty,
do you?

That you would've preferred
Mr. Honey to die?

[Betty]
What made you rewrite it?

Guess I finally realized
what I was saying,

how I was saying it.

I've been reveling in
this town's sickness
and I was...

enjoying the suffering
of another person,

even if it was Mr. Honey.

This is about
Mr. Honey's letter.

Isn't it?

What does he say in it?

Hey, guys.

Hey, Jellybean, uh,
now is not the best time.

Well, I'm sorry to interrupt,

but this was
on our doorstep.

More house shots?

Maybe it's another copycat?

-Maybe it's an invitation.
-Yeah, but where?

That place doesn't even
look like it's in Riverdale.

No, but I've seen
this place before.

That's the cabin
where Veronica's mom
killed Sheriff Minetta.

Where they had their affair.

I'll go get my keys.

What's that for?

Look like a makeshift screen.

This projector reminds me
of the one we used to have
at the drive-in.

There's no film in it, though.

Jug.

[Mr. Honey]
Dear Headmaster Koontz,

Greetings from Riverdale High.

I wanted to follow up on our conversation with a short note.

Though Jughead Jones has had
an incredibly difficult year,
as you know,

and I've only interacted
with him a scant few times,

he is a special kid,

and a superb writer.

But he needs a break.

He needs good teachers
and a healthy environment,

which I know
the University of Iowa
can provide.

I don't say this lightly,

but I do believe
Jughead Jones

will be an important voice
of his generation.

If you'd like to
discuss him further,

please call me at any time.

All my best to you and Edith.

Sincerely, Holden Honey.