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ANNOUNCER:
Previously on Riverdale:

JUGHEAD:
This story is about a town...

...once wholesome and innocent,
now forever changed...

...by the mysterious murder
of Jason Blossom on the Fourth of July.

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

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

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

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

Polly and Jason dated, and Jason hurt Polly.

Oh, my God. Jason.

He was shot.

Jason's death
is now being treated as a homicide.

They'll find out soon enough...

...that I'm guilty.

JUGHEAD:
Guilt, innocence.

Good, evil. Life, death.

As the shadows
around Riverdale deepened...

...the lines that separated these polar opposites
blurred and distorted.

"I'm guilty," Cheryl said in biology class.

But of what?

To clarify,
I didn't mean I was guilty of killing Jason.

I loved him more than I do myself.

But I am guilty
of lying about what happened on July 4th.

The autopsy puts his death about July 11th.
When was the last time you saw your brother?

It was July 4th.

I don't know what happened
the week after that--

Cheryl, in your own words,
what happened at Sweetwater River?

The plan was bananas, even for me.

Jason wanted to leave Riverdale
and never come back.

He asked for my help to stage a tragic accident
so our mom and dad wouldn't come after him.

Our story would be
we went for an early-morning boat ride...

...and the boat tipped and capsized
and Jason drowned.

In fact, we made it to the other side
dry as bones.

We said goodbye on the Greendale side
of Sweetwater River.

He promised he'd call as soon
as he was in a place...

...where he couldn't be pulled back
by our parents. One month at most.

Every day, I waited for him to call,
for an e-mail.

You tell anyone about the plan?
Any way that you can corroborate it?

You have no idea
why your brother wanted to run away...

...fake his own death?

-Doesn't that seem cruel?
CHERYL: No, he wasn't.

Jason wasn't cruel.

So maybe this is all just a web of lies
you're spinning to cover your own tracks.

I didn't kill Jason.

There was a gunshot that morning.
We heard a gunshot on July 4th.

[GUNSHOT]

Maybe whoever killed Jason took a shot at him
and missed.

You heard a gunshot,
and you're just telling us this now?

I was upset. My brother was murdered.

So upset that you sang and danced
at a pep rally yesterday.

[DOOR OPENS]

What the hell is going on here?

CHERYL: Mommy.
-Don't say another word, Cheryl. Get up.

-Why didn't you call us?
CLIFFORD: Because she's a liar, Penelope.

When we get home,
you're telling us everything.

Hot off the presses.

Mom.

First you leaked Jason Blossom's
autopsy report, and now this?

People are loving the coverage.

You have to stop sensationalizing
this horrible thing.

It's news, Betty.
We own the Riverdale Register.

We have a responsibility
to keep the people informed.

Whatever Jason did to Polly,
he's still a person.

You reap what you sow.

You should be writing about the real story.
I mean, what happened to Jason?

I mean, who was holding him captive?
Why was he frozen?

And who shot that gun on July 4th?

If you are so keen on reporting, why don't
you come work with your father and me?

The Register could really use
a Lois Lane type like you.

ARCHIE: I think I know something that can help
with the Blossom investigation.

-People are saying Cheryl heard a gunshot.
-That's what she's claiming, yes.

I heard it too.

I was there that morning.

I didn't say anything, because at first,
like everyone, I thought Jason had drowned.

But then when the autopsy came out
and said he died later--

What were you doing
down at the river so early on July 4th?

Uh, working on some songs.

I, uh, write songs.

-You see who fired the shot?
-No, sir.

Were you alone?

No, sir.

Who were you with?

Let's make it a 4th of July you'll never forget.

[GUNSHOT]

My dog, Vegas.

So are you a suspect now?

My dad says we all are, including me.

Not me, girl. I don't know these people.

Guys, should we maybe rebinge
Making a Murderer on Netflix tonight?

Ha, ha. Sorry. Can't.
Gotta stay late to work on the paper.

Count me out too. I've got a date tonight.

-You do?
-Which Riverdale hottie made the cut?

Hey, V-Lo. I'll swing by the Pembrooke
to pick you up at 8?

-I'll be waiting.
-Cool.

-Chuck Clayton?
-You're going on a date with Chuck?

-He's kind of a player.
-Who cares? He's the hottest of hot.

And he's the varsity football coach's son.
In Riverdale, that's like dating a Kennedy.

If print journalism is dead,
what am I doing here?

The Blue and Gold isn't dead, Juggy.
It's just dormant.

But waking up.

You're writing a novel, right?
About Jason Blossom's murder?

I am. Riverdale's very own In Cold Blood.

Which started out as a series of articles.

I'm hoping you'll come write
for the Blue and Gold.

I just don't think the school paper's the right fit
for my voice.

Juggy, Jason's death changed Riverdale.

People don't wanna admit that, but it's true.
We all feel it.

Nothing this bad was ever supposed
to happen here, but it did.

I wanna know why.

Would I get complete freedom?

I'll help and edit and suggest...

...but it's your story.

It's your voice.

Doesn't sound like complete freedom...

...but I'm in.

Okay, great. Um, in that case,
I have your first assignment.

There's one person who was at the river
on July 4th that no one's talking about.

-Dilton Doiley and his scouts.
-Exactly.

-Hey.
-I texted. Where were you?

Football practice. Then I was writing.

Songs? Your music?

I thought you and Jughead
were on a road trip on the 4th.

Then I talked with Sheriff Keller.
So I guess that was a lie.

-Dad, we were gonna go, but--
-You should have come to me, Archie.

We could've gone to the sheriff together.

-I didn't wanna drag you into it.
-That was an error in judgment.

-Sorry. Sorry I'm not perfect.
-You're pretty far from perfect lately.

-That's why you're grounded.
-What? Are you serious?

So in this house every night
for two weeks, 7:00.

-Want alone time with your music? You got it.
-I'm not 10. You can't just--

You wanna go for three?

CHUCK:
Okay, okay. Let me try again.

VERONICA: Ha, ha. Let me see it.
-You don't trust me?

VERONICA:
No, no, no, fine. You can take it.

Okay, let me see. Photo approval.

Fine.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

You are different
than what I thought you'd be.

A former "it" girl from New York,
Madoff-like fall from grace?

I assumed you'd be high-maintenance.

Tell me,
what do you miss most about home?

Only everything.

I forgot how exhausting it is
to be the new kid.

Try being the new kid whose dad
is also the new teacher and the new coach.

Well, from an outsider's point of view,
you've not only proven yourself...

...but you've raised the bar
for everyone around you.

Varsity football, dean's list,
Ivy League aspirations....

Oh, yes, you've been vetted, handsome.

Veronica Lodge is nothing
if not an informed consumer.

I'm gonna have my hands full with you, huh?

I'm betting you can handle it.

Why did you tell them about the gunshot?

They were gonna crucify Cheryl.
I had to help her.

You were in the clear. We were in the clear.

I left your name out of it,
so it's not that big a deal.

Not that big a deal?
You are caught up in a murder investigation.

What if Sheriff Keller decides to keep digging
and it leads to us, to our relationship--?

I'll stick to my story. I'll protect you.

I'm suspending our lessons.

What?

-So? How'd it go with Chuck?
-Chuck has muscles for days...

...but his conversation is not the stuff
of Oscar Wilde or even Diablo Cody.

-Heh.
-Hey, Veronica.

How was the Sticky Maple
you had last night?

The what, now?

The Sticky Maple Chuck gave you.
How was it?

We had a brownie sundae,
if that's what you hyenas mean.

[CELL PHONES BEEPING AND BUZZING]

-Oh, my God.
-What?

What the hell is a Sticky Maple?

It's kind of what it sounds like.
It's a Riverdale thing.

No, Kevin, it's a slut-shaming thing...

...and I'm neither a slut,
nor am I gonna be shamed...

...by someone named--
Excuse me? --Chuck Clayton.

Does he think he can get away with this?
Does he not know who I am?

I will cut the brakes
on his souped-up phallic symbol.

-Or we can go to Principal Weatherbee.
-About the coach's son?

Who is captain of the football team
and Riverdale High's golden boy?

And/or I can expose him
in the Blue and Gold.

-I can do that.
-No.

Spoken like a true good girl
who always follows the rules.

Well, I don't follow rules. I make them.
And when necessary, I break them.

You wanna help me get revenge on Chuck?
Awesome.

But you better be willing to go full dark,
no stars.

What do you say, in or out?

Move.

Excuse me.

See you later.

-Veronica.
-Oh, my God.

Betty, what are you guys doing here?

-Don't worry about it.
-No--

I mean it, Andrews.
Hit the showers and stay out of my way.

[VERONICA CLEARS THROAT]

Oh, B and V. Ménage à right on. Ladies.

This is disgusting. Take it down.

Whoa. Whoa, why are you so wound up?
It's a badge of honor.

And you're not exactly virgin territory
after your closet date with Andrews.

Okay, that's beyond irrelevant, Chuck.

You're not allowed to go around
humiliating girls for any reason...

...under any circumstances, jerk.

I get you're not a closet kind of girl,
but hey, if you wanna ride the Chuck Wagon...

-...that can be arranged.
-Heh.

Let's keep this simple so that
your preppy murderer half brain can grasp it.

Take this the hell down.

Okay, that high-toned bitch attitude
may have worked...

...on the betas you dated in New York,
but you're in Bulldog territory.

[BARKING]

But please, fight back.

You'll only make it harder on yourself.

DILTON: And in that moment of hesitation,
you're dead.

All of you are dead.

JUGHEAD:
At ease, Doiley.

I'm writing an article for the Blue and Gold.
Hoping you can help.

Dismissed. But stay close.

Cheryl and Archie say they heard a gunshot
July 4th, but they don't know who fired.

Sheriff Keller already asked me about this.
Like I told him, my scouts and I...

...we didn't hear anything weird.

Well, did you see anything weird?

A white-winged crossbill,
a long-eared owl.... Oh.

And Cheryl sitting by the river,
soaking wet.

CHERYL [WHISPERS]:
Psst. Archie.

Thanks to you, Archie,
I'm not the Girl Who Cried Gunshot.

You believed me
when not even my parents did.

-I just told the truth.
-Which is why I want to repay your kindness.

Cheryl, truly, that's not why I came forward.

Save the "aw, shucks" for Betty.

I'm granting you one wish, Archie.

Nothing is off the table, except for my body.

Jason would want you to be rewarded.

Actually, there is one thing.

[JOSIE CLEARS THROAT]

Hey, Josie.

I love my girl Cheryl,
so I am doing her this solid.

She said that you needed help
with your music...

...since Ms. Grundy bailed on you?

The Pussycats are playing my mom's event,
the Taste of Riverdale?

And we are rehearsing every night this week.

Come, observe, learn.

This week I'm, uh.... I'm grounded.

Yeah, okay, not your problem.
I'll make it work.

Okay.

Thank you.

[CHUCKLES]

HERMIONE: Hey, I've been meaning to ask,
how was your date last night?

I liked the looks of that boy.

More handsome on the outside,
the more rotten on the inside.

What is that supposed to mean?

Nothing. Just that he's not really my type.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

-This is Betty. Can I take it?
-Yeah.

Hello?

This story is bigger than we thought.

I asked around to see if what happened
to you happened to anyone else...

...and if anyone would go on record.

-I will. One hundred percent.
-Okay.

It's five guys on the football team,
Chuck and his posse.

Ethel was just about to tell us.

One day last year,
Chuck and I talked in the library for 10 minutes.

I helped him with a pre-calc problem,
and nothing happened.

But the next day, he started telling people...

...that I let him do stuff to me.

Like, sex stuff.

And then he or one of his goons
wrote "Sloppy Seconds" on my locker.

Yes, yes,
we've all heard your tragic origin story.

I'm so, so sorry, Ethel. That's horrible.

Not as horrible as being a suspect
in your own brother's torture-murder case...

...but we all have our crosses.

In the meantime, River Vixen practice starts
in five minutes, sluts.

They're ruining our lives,
and to them, it's just a game.

-They keep score and--
-Wait.

-What do you mean, keep score?
-Each conquest earns them points.

They keep track in some secret playbook.

-Heh.
-Okay, we have to talk to Weatherbee.

I already tried.
Weatherbee said that he didn't find anything.

-Okay, we need undeniable proof.
-Proof of what, Nancy Drew?

That boys will be boys?
And that playbook reeks of suburban legend.

How would you know, Cheryl?

Because, Frida Shallow, before he died...

...my brother was co-captain
of the football team with Chuck.

And Jason never mentioned it.
And he never would've allowed it.

Okay, well, I never met your brother,
but I'm not lying about what happened to me...

...and Ethel's not lying.

And proof or no proof, book or no book...

...I am going scorched earth
on these privileged, despicable miscreants.

You wanna get caught
in that back draft, Cheryl...

...call me or any of these beautiful,
young, strong, intelligent women...

..."slut" one more time.

All right. Hey, I'm gonna take care of the check,
all right? Save me some.

-What the hell, man?
-I saw the way you looked at me.

During Grizzly training.

You're hiding something.

It's Scoutmaster Doiley. He's lying.

-About what?
-The gunshot.

It was him.
He was teaching us how to shoot targets.

Dilton Doiley shot the gun on July 4th?

He's a hard-core survivalist.

He says if we don't protect ourselves,
no one will.

-Melody's our technique queen.
-And you're the songwriter?

-I would love to--
-Love to what?

That's the real question.

What exactly you expect
to get out of this experience.

Short version?
I just wanna hear you guys playing my songs.

Making them better, recording them.

So you feel qualified to write songs
for the Pussycats?

Yeah.

-For Divas of Color?
-No.

Maybe.

Look, this isn't L.A. or New York.
This is Riverdale.

And people's minds are opening up,
but do you have any idea...

...how much hate-mail my mom got
when she was elected mayor?

-I campaigned for your mom. I get it.
-No. No, no, baby, you don't.

I mean, do you know
why we're called the Pussycats?

Because we have to claw our way
into the same rooms you can just waltz into.

-If you think you can write my experience--
-Josie.

ARCHIE:
It's okay, Valerie.

She's right.

Good.

-Ethel.
-Betty, you know Trev Brown, right?

-Valerie's brother?
-Hey, what's up?

-Hey. Heh.
-He used to be on the football team.

But I quit...

...when I saw Chuck's playbook.

And I may know where it is.

VERONICA: Football players behaving badly?
What else is new?

Steubenville, Glen Ridge....

But the coach's son being the ringleader?

-Just how depraved is this town?
CHERYL: Color me impressed.

[ALL GASP]

A B and E with B and V.

What would your Holy Roller mother say
about this, Betty?

What are you doing here?

And where did you get those thigh-high boots?
They're amazing.

Trev told Valerie, who told Josie,
who told Ginger, who told Tina, who told me.

-And I thought I would help out.
-Help? Or derail our investigation?

-Get over yourself, Betty.
-Hey, guys. Get in here.

Trev was right.
They didn't even bother to hide it.

"New girl"? Is that what I'm reduced to?
Nine points?

Better than "big girl." Seven-point-five.

Polly's in this book.

Next to Jason's name.

I'm so sorry, Betty.

-This isn't.... Jason would never--
-It's right there, Cheryl.

God, your brother hurt my sister.

This is what guys like Jason
and Chuck think about women.

We're objects for them to abuse.

And when they're done,
they shame us into silence.

They have zero remorse
for the lives they destroy.

Maybe I don't know Jason.

I'll take a picture.
We'll show it to Weatherbee.

It'll be the perfect cover for your exposé.

Yeah, but no-- These girls deserve justice,
don't you think, Cheryl?

You want vengeance?

You wanna go full dark, no stars, Veronica?

I'm with you.

And I have a plan.

Val, you are such a poet,
but these lyrics, they don't make sense.

I mean, what is the hook?
I mean, I need a line that catches.

-This line--
-I hear that.

-I've been struggling.
-What about "paintings in the wind"?

-Uh--
-How about "paintings on her skin"?

I kind of dig that.

[CLEARS THROAT]

All right. Let's, uh, take it from the top.

One, two. One, two, three.

[ALL HUMMING]

[SINGING] Paintings on her skin
Colors in her hair

Come around the corner
Make you stop and stare

She don't pay no mind
'Cause she don't really care

What you think about her
Think about

-I don't care what you want me to be
-Me to be

'Cause it ain't for you

-No, it's all for me
-All for me

[ARCHIE CHUCKLES]

-That was.... That was so good.
-What else you got?

Uh, I was thinking maybe we could
invert the second and third verses?

Seduce Scarlet doesn't suit you, dear.

It's Polly's. I'm borrowing it.

Polly grew up too fast.
I don't want you to make the same mistake.

Well, I like it.

It makes me feel...

...powerful.

You coming with us to the mayor's shindig?

No.

I'm going over to Veronica's
to study for a test.

I don't want you associating
with a girl like that.

A bad girl, you mean?

Get used to it, Mom. She's my friend.

Here. Pink Perfection. It's more you.

Hey, Chuck. Can I sit?

Not if you wanna discuss Veronica.

Only insofar as I've been thinking lately...

...how I wanna be more like her.

Wait, you wanna be a bad girl?

-Maybe.
-Like your sister, Polly, was?

Oh, yeah, Jason told us all about Polly.

You know, prissy prude by day,
freak in the sheets by night.

I mean, bad girls have more fun, right?

Yeah.

Maybe you can show me.

Yes. Yes, I can do that.

-Um, when?
-Tomorrow night.

-Uh, your place or mine?
-Ethel's.

She and her parents will be out,
but she'll leave us a key.

What? We're friends. And she has a pool.

And a hot tub.

I'll be there. Definitely.

Um, hey, don't worry, I'll be gentle.

-Can't wait.
-Heh.

Welcome home, Ferris.

Sneaking out, breaking curfew,
getting into fights.

Dad, don't freak out, okay?

I was with Josie helping the Pussycats
with a song they're doing at Taste of Riverdale.

And I was hoping you would let me go.

No. You don't get to go wherever you want...

...whenever you want
and damn what anyone else says.

Dad, this is the first time a song I worked on
is gonna be performed in front of people.

On-stage.

Please let me go to this and then ground me
for the next six months, a year.

We're not haggling over your punishment,
end of story.

Fine. But you have to own it.

Own what?

If I had a football game tomorrow night,
would you stop me from going?

-I--
-No, because football you understand...

...you respect.

But my music, since I told you about it,
you don't care.

You don't take it seriously.

This is not about my behavior.
This is about your behavior.

We're done here.

You're not Betty.

Betty and I talked it over, and we decided
it's time to stop fighting over Archie...

...and start learning to share.

-Nice.
-Isn't it?

It gets very, very hot.

Come on.

Let's get wet.

Should we wait for Betty to get here first?

[DOOR OPENS]

Betty couldn't make it.

So she sent me instead.

Welcome, all,
to the first annual Taste of Riverdale.

As a lead-up
to our 75th-anniversary jubilee...

...this event proves that Riverdale
truly is a town that...

...when tragedy knocks us down,
we get right back up.

[AUDIENCE CLAPPING]

Bon appétit. Heh.

Well, well, well. Hermione Lodge.

-Fred Andrews.
-You look like you could use this.

-May I try a blue-cheese slider, please?
-Of course.

Hey, um, you're the music teacher
at the high school, right?

-Yeah.
-Hi, I'm Fred Andrews, Archie's dad.

Can we talk?

Penelope? Clifford.

-Ahem. How are you holding up?
-How do you think?

My son is dead, and neither of you
have done anything to catch his killer...

...except, of course, harass my daughter.

Penelope Blossom.
I thought I might run into you.

Would you like to give me a quote
regarding the investi--?

-How dare you, Alice Cooper?
-All right, sweetheart.

-Okay. All right.
-Printing my son's autopsy?

[CRYING] He was tortured and shot
and thrown in the river like a piece of garbage.

CLIFF:
Hey, hey, hey. Leave it. Leave it.

JOSIE:
Hey, uh, Riverdale.

We are Josie and the Pussycats.
Are you ready to rock?

MAN:
Yeah.

[SINGING] Paintings on her skin
Colors in her hair

Come around the corner
Make you stop and stare

But she don't pay no mind
'Cause she don't really care

What you think about her
Think about her

Moving through the streets
She travels on her own

Are you sure it was worth sneaking out
for some locally sourced Muenster?

I helped write that song, man.

And if you try to tell her what to do

She says

Not bad.

I'd love to stay, but I gotta shake down
an evil Adventure Scout. See you.

No, it's all for me

Bet a lot of people
Say they try to help

But they don't know her story

You know, I've heard a lot about you.
Archie says you're great.

-Very supportive.
-That's, ahem, very sweet of him.

I need you to tell me the truth
about something.

I know my son has passion for music.
Does he have any talent?

See, I wanna be supportive, but as a parent...

...it's really hard to watch your kid
chase a dream they may never catch...

...when real-life opportunities
are passing them by.

Mr. Andrews. Archie?

He has talent. Unquestionably.

I'm not gonna lie to you.
He is coming to it late.

And he's got a lot of catching up to do.

And there's an entire world
of competition out there.

Will he be able to make a living at it?

It'd be a shame if he didn't at least try.

Nothing can shake her
Nothing can shake her

You know, I gotta ask you.

What made you take such an interest
in my son?

Archie's a special kid.

[AUDIENCE CHEERING]

JOSIE: Okay. We're gonna do something
a little different.

Hermione Lodge.

Park Avenue princess to cater waiter.

Alice Cooper.
No longer lactose-intolerant, I see.

How's Veronica?

Oh. You don't even know, do you?

The things that they're saying
about your daughter at school.

-What things?
-Slut-shaming.

That's what they call it
when sluts get shamed.

You know, you really....

You have to keep an eye
on girls like Veronica.

They so easily can get out of control.

VERONICA: What is that?
-Muscle relaxer.

Mix it with booze, it lowers your inhibitions.
Hello, truth serum.

-Maybe we should slow it down a little.
-It's fine.

Right, Chuck?

You don't wanna slow down, do you?

Oh, I'm too fast, too furious, baby.

Good. Good boy, Chuck.

Hello, Dilton.

I talked to one of your scouts.

I know you fired the gun...

...which makes you both a liar
and a public menace.

So what if I did?

I was doing the Adventure Scouts a favor.

Somebody has to teach them how to stand
their ground, the way this town--

Save it for your statement,
which you can make to Sheriff Keller or to me.

I suggest the latter.

Blue and Gold offices, tomorrow.

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS]

-What? What the hell?
-Start recording.

Hey, guys? It's really hot in here.

And getting hotter by the minute.

Time to squeal, pig. Tell the truth about
what happened between you and Veronica.

We had a good time. She had a good time.

The truth, Chuck, or so help me,
I will boil you alive.

-What? We made out.
-And then?

And then I took her home.
And I didn't give her a Sticky Maple.

That is all you had to say, you ass.
And now everyone will know.

-You like shaming people, Chuck?
-Whoa, hey.

-Like dehumanizing them?
CHUCK: Okay.

"Prissy prude by day,
freak in the sheets by night"?

CHUCK: No!
BETTY: Apologize.

CHUCK: Hey, get this--
-Calm down.

-Say you're sorry.
-Okay. Okay, I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry for all of them.
BETTY: Good job, pig.

Now time for your reward.
A Sticky Maple of your own.

-Wait, what? What?
-Apologize for ruining Polly.

CHUCK: What the--?
-Do it, Jason.

-Oh, my God!
-Say you're sorry for destroying me.

-Apologize for what you did to me.
-Look, I'm not Jason!

-I'm not Jason!
-Betty, that is enough.

Stop. It's over. We did it. You did it.

You are crazy. Oh, my God.
You're crazy as hell.

Betty.

I'm fine.

We're done here.

Dad?

[DRILL WHIRRING]

Dad. What's going on?

Well, I am soundproofing the garage.

I figure, you know, while you're grounded,
you should at least be productive.

Practicing your music.

Ha, ha. Dad, this is awesome. Thank you.

I met your music teacher last night.
Yeah, Ms. Grundy?

Oh. They did not look like that
in my day, son.

-Well, uh, what were you guys talking about?
-You.

She believes in you, Archie.

So do I.

Quite the exposé.

Whenever did you find the time to write it?

Uh, I stayed up all night.

Couldn't sleep after....

Me neither.

Betty, you came through for me...

...in a way that no one else ever has before.

But can we talk about what happened?

What do you mean?

The wig and everything.

How far were you gonna take it?

-Chuck deserved it.
-You called him Jason.

-No, I didn't do that.
-Yeah, girl, you did.

You called yourself Polly.
It was like Dr. Jekyll, Mistress Hyde.

You became another person.

Okay, I mean, I remember saying
Chuck should apologize for Polly...

...but not because I thought
he was Jason.

Why, then?

Because I'm sick of guys like Chuck and Jason
doing horrible things to girls...

...like me, you and Polly, okay?

JUGHEAD:
Good and evil. Light and dark.

Betty and Veronica.

Two sides of the same Janus coin.

Given Betty's article,
Weatherbee needed a sacrificial lamb...

...needed to make an example of someone.

So after Hermione Lodge negotiated
a lesser sentence for our two avenging angels--

Next time, mija, you come to me first.
You don't take matters into your own hands.

JUGHEAD: --Coach Clayton, to save his job,
to save the school's reputation...

...was forced to cut his own beloved son
and his goon squad from the team...

...an action that,
though none of us knew it at the time...

...would have terrible consequences
in the weeks to come.

Thanks, Betty. Thanks, Veronica.

Thank you, Ethel, for going on the record.
It made all of the difference with Weatherbee.

You're the bravest of them all, Ethel Muggs.

Hashtag "justice for Ethel."

JUGHEAD:
But one thing was certain:

Betty and Veronica, now B and V...

...and maybe forever, had been forged.

They walked through the fire and survived.

Whoever killed Jason hurt him.

Maybe Jason hurt people too.

If he hurt Polly, I'm sorry.

Archie.

I, uh....

I wanted to thank you for talking to my dad.

I meant what I told him.

I think it could really happen for you.

So...

...does this mean we can start our lessons
back up again?

JUGHEAD:
We crave absolutes. They comfort us.

But life is infinitely more complex than that.

DILTON: If you publish a story saying
I fired that gun, my life will be ruined.

I'll be banished from the Adventure Scouts
and charged with a misdemeanor.

So, what if I have a better story?

If I tell you what I know,
promise me the gunshot stays between us.

You have our word. As journalists.

I saw something at Sweetwater River.
Something nobody else saw.

Ms. Grundy's car, by the river's edge.

She was there.

JUGHEAD: Despite all of our recent troubles,
I would've done anything to protect Archie...

...but Dilton Doiley had just opened
Pandora's box...

...and now there was nothing I or anyone,
could do to save him.