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Here you go, Betty. And these are on the house.

Thank you, Fangs.

Thank you, guys, for rallying.

Of course.

How are you holding up, B?

As good as I can be, I guess.

How are the twins doing?

They're okay, surprisingly.

Cheryl volunteered to take them for a few days.

They have been asking about their mom, though.

And I told them that she's somewhere beautiful and close by.

We hung up a hummingbird feeder in the rose garden,

and they wait for their mommy to come visit it.

That's beautiful, Cheryl.

How's your mom?

She's not good, Jug.

She won't leave the house.

She's listening to this Next to Normal cast album on repeat.

What's Next to Normal?

It's a Broadway musical that she took Polly and I to see

one year for Mother's Day in the city.

What's it about?

This family.

To be honest, watching it, I felt like

it could have been about us.

The mom, she wants this normal, perfect family,

but she's lying to herself.

She and her husband don't love each other anymore.

She fights with her daughter a lot,

and one of her kids is... dead.

Jeez, Betty.

It's actually a really beautiful show.

And we had the best day.

Just the three of us walking around New York.

So your mom is just listening to this album?

Over and over again.

I don't even know what she's thinking or feeling.

Mom.

The record was skipping.

I, uh...

I'm just tired, that's all.

I'm going to go take a nap.

Okay. I'm gonna clean up a little bit down here.

Poor Betty and Alice.

- It's heartbreaking. - Yeah.

What can we do for them?

I think we're just on standby

for whatever they need.

In the meantime, Archie, I've been thinking.

Those seven years we lost after graduation,

- I don't want to lose any more. - Yeah. Me neither.

So, what do you think about us moving in together?

Wow. Seriously?

I think it's an amazing idea.

Honestly, I'm surprised that you're okay with living with roommates.

Oh, I just assumed we'd live here at the Pembrooke.

Long-term, my house has a little more room.

- We'd be able to grow into it.

All right, yeah. Let's give it a go, lover.

Waldo, what's going on?

We have a bit of a situation with one of our students, Britta Beach.

Oh, no. Is she okay?

Oh, she's fine.

But our janitor, Mr. Poppins, found her in a closet under the stairwell.

Seems she's been living there.

Well, sadly, I can guess why.

- Where is she now? - In the cafeteria.

Getting a hot breakfast.

- Can you help? - Of course.

And I think I know who to call.

Britta, this is a friend of mine, Ms. Weiss.

She's a social worker just like me.

Do you want to tell us what's been going on?

My parents basically kicked me out.

They blamed me getting kidnapped by those crazy brothers

on my deviant gay lifestyle.

Britta, there's nothing deviant about you or your identity.

Matter of fact, you're perfect, and we support you.

I have a full house of foster kids,

and I'm happy to offer you a place to sleep.

Anything else you might need, at least for a few nights.

And it'll give me more time to find you a permanent safe and loving home.

Thank you, Ms. Topaz.

Hey, Mom.

I'm going to go for a hike along the river.

Do you want to come with me?

I don't think so, honey.

Mom, I know you're grieving,

but you need to find a way to move on.

Do you remember our ski trip to the Catskill Mountains?

You and Polly, you didn't want to come off the bunny hill.

I know you miss Polly, Mom.

We both do.

It's not just that, it's...

And those are all of the kitchen updates I've made since I took over.

Anyway, uh, Mom and Dad, I thought it would be nice

for us to have dinner at Pop's tomorrow night.

For Mother's Day?

Uh, no, darling.

We went ahead and made reservations at a nice Italian restaurant.

Um, Cucina Sacasa.

You really don't want to eat at Pop's while you're here?

Dad, you practically grew up in this place.

And I couldn't get away fast enough.

Okay, Cucina Sacasa sounds perfect.

Jones, does that work for you?

Yeah, sure. That sounds great.

Great.

And, uh, why would your busboy come to dinner with us?

Oh, because he's also my boyfriend, Dad.

So, uh, parents are pretty intense, huh?

Yeah, that's one way to put it.

And I'm your boyfriend now?

It would be great to have a buffer at dinner.

- Will you do it? - Pretend to be your boyfriend?

Yeah, sure.

You know, if you want, you could...

you could just ask me to be your real boyfriend.

Jughead, as you know, that is an intriguing possibility to me,

but your timing couldn't be less perfect.

Tabitha, Riverdale and the rest of the world

are in a perpetual state of crisis.

There's no such thing as perfect timing.

Unbelievable.

Mom, where did the piano come from?

Oh, I ordered it on Glamazon.

Do you remember when I gave you girls lessons?

You loved them so much.

Oh, Mom, Archie and Veronica

invited us over for dinner tonight.

What if... What if we went?

- It's just next door. - No, I'm cooking tonight,

Polly's favorite, meatloaf, for all of us. Will you join?

Sure.

I just have to go pick something up first.

Wow, Ronnie, this looks amazing.

It's chicken cordon bleu.

And remember, boys, when Ina Garten tells you

to keep your rolls tight, you listen.

Ina Garten, the Barefoot Contessa?

- Fire off Main. - I'll grab the keys.

- So sorry, babe. - No apologies, super stud.

Duty calls. City needs you.

Yeah, we'll nuke it up when we get back.

Don't wait up, okay?

Sir. Yes, sir.

I'm going to eat in the garage.

Sounds good.

Mom, what is this?

Oh, Betty, perfect timing.

I know I went a little overboard, but isn't this so nice?

All of us together around one table again?

Mom, stop.

You are freaking me out.

I mean, tell me, honestly, is your plan to just never leave the house ever again?

Why would I? I have everything I need right here.

All of my children.

Mom...

you know Charles and Polly aren't really here, right?

What's that?

Polly's ashes.

I thought having them might bring you comfort or closure.

That can't be right. I'm sitting right here.

Tell Betty to stop being such a brat.

Hey, I have an idea.

Why don't you and I go into the city?

See a Broadway show?

Could be really good for you, for both of us.

- Yeah, I'd like that. - Okay.

- Thank you, honey. - Mmm.

Didn't hear you come in last night, Mr. Inferno.

Oh, my God! Redacted!

Hey, Jug, pass me a luffa.

Um, where's Archie?

Uh, he slept at the station last night

so some of the guys could go home,

take a power nap, clean up.

Guy's a prince, right?

So, they all left you, all your congregants.

It was bound to happen.

Forget your cruelty, Mother. I'm praying.

Hmm. Yes, to your false gods.

You said my ministry was a scam and that yours was genuine.

When really it was the pathetic attempt of a narcissist

to prop herself up.

Enough!

My ministry is real. My God is Gaea.

And now I see plainly my devil, Mother, is you.

An exorcism, nightmare child? That's rich.

Oh!

- Oh! - Toodle-oo.

Hey, by the way, thanks for helping me cram

for the Series 7 exam, Ronnie.

You must think it's nuts

that I want to pursue being a licensed stockbroker.

Not at all.

Trust me, if anyone understands

the thrill of Wall Street, it's me.

Or it was.

Okay. Next question.

A broker who lives in Greenwich decides to work from her Miami pied-a-terre.

How long can she do so without violating regional law?

Thirty days. Then she must report back to her original branch office.

Boom. Mantle the Magnificent for the win.

I'm telling you, Ronnie, in five years,

I'm going to have the swankiest penthouse in New York City

and a killer job on the stock exchange.

How does that sound?

Sounds like heaven, Reggie.

Whew.

Okay. Our Smarty's reservation is at 6:30.

Our Moulin Rouge! tickets are at "will call."

I have our tram track confirmation.

And I splurged and got us two business-class seats.

Why only two?

What? Mom, are you okay?

You're leaving me behind?

No, honey, let me explain.

Mom, no, don't go there.

Whatever this is, okay, it's just memories.

Mom, please, let's just go.

It's not real. It's just your guilt or grief.

They don't exist!

But I do.

No, I need them. And they need me.

I need you.

But you weren't here.

I begged you to stay and you left.

For seven years you were gone.

And when you did finally come back...

all of this started with Polly.

You drove her away.

She died.

She's dead because of you.

Jughead Jones.

Join me a second?

Jughead, you seem like a nice enough fellow,

so you should know.

My daughter is going through a phase.

Whatever this is between you, it's a passing fancy.

Uh...

Well, I can assure you, sir, I... I really like your daughter.

- And I'm pretty sure that she feels the same way.

Son, man to man...

she's out of your league.

I'm not trying to belittle you. I'm simply being realistic.

My advice?

Do all of us a favor

and don't show up to that Mother's Day dinner.

You remind me of Hiram Lodge.

I don't know who that is.

But please have a Swellegrino for the road.

Sorry I missed dinner again.

It's like the entire town's on fire all of a sudden.

Actually, Archie...

can we check in?

About us and where we're going?

Sounds serious.

I just want to know...

I just want to know where you see us...

and yourself in the next five years.

Veronica, you know I would never do anything

to hold you back from any opportunity,

but in my...

heart of hearts...

in five years, I...

I see myself in Riverdale.

Is that a deal-breaker?

Of course not, Archiekins.

I just...

I think it's important for us to...

have these honest conversations.

Toni, you've been going at it all night.

You want to take a break for some lasagna?

I can't, Fangs. I've spent all day on the phone

trying to find a place for Britta to live.

I tried group homes, youth shelters,

other social workers. No one will take her.

You know, this might be a terrible idea,

but there is one more person you could ask.

Someone with a newfound penchant for helping people.

No.

- No way. - Why not?

Cheryl really has changed.

And any port in a storm.

Right?

Hey, Betty, what's going on?

Could've come to your house.

No, Kev.

Home is bad and getting worse.

I'm just petrified for my mom.

She's in this cocoon where Polly

and her normal, perfect family are thriving.

I'm just lost.

We both are.

Maybe my mom was right.

And it's my fault Polly's dead.

Betty, it's not.

And you still have a choice.

Sometimes when we're in free-fall...

we test our loved ones' love.

We push people away.

Hold on tighter.

Make the commitment to your mother.

Go back. Pick up the pieces.

Catch each other.

What's keeping your boyfriend, Tabitha?

Probably too much ketchup to scrape off the countertops.

Guys, please stop being mean about Jughead.

If you're still upset that I left Chicago

for Riverdale to run our family business, Dad,

then just say so for God's sake.

You had a wonderful career.

You could have worked with me.

Hold that thought, Dad.

My date just showed up.

T.T. for tea-time.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I have a favor to ask, Cheryl.

There's this girl that needs a home.

Britta Beach.

Her story is pretty similar to yours.

Didn't go so well with her family when she came out.

So I thought if you had the space,

maybe you could offer her a place to stay.

Poor cherub.

But I must admit, I'm surprised you'd trust me

with such precious cargo.

I loved you.

And I felt your love.

And I know the huge capacity for love

your heart has.

And it's exactly what Britta needs right now.

Well, then I'd be honored.

Archie, can we talk?

Okay.

In my marriage with Chad...

I felt like I was muted.

Like I was fading.

And it happened so slowly

I didn't even notice it at first.

And the thing is,

I'm starting to feel that way again here.

Like I'm not myself.

Like I'm losing myself.

Ronnie, I'm sorry, I...

I had no idea.

Archie, I think...

I think...

we should take a beat...

until we figure out what we're doing.

We shouldn't rush this.

Maybe we just go back to dating

and having fun like we used to.

That's a sweet idea.

But we're not in high school anymore.

Betty.

What are you doing here?

I took the record player out of the house.

You won't need it anymore.

Years ago,

I made you a promise

that I would come back to Riverdale...

which I broke.

But right now, I'm making you a new one.

I'm not leaving you alone.

Ever.

I love you so much, Mom.

I'm here.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean that horrible thing I said to you.

That Polly was your fault.

It's okay, Mom.

The irony is...

all I ever wanted was

for us to be a normal family.

I'm glad they decided to do a memorial

and bury the ashes.

It was really beautiful,

everyone coming together like that.

As the Bard once said,

"We cannot hold mortality's strong hand."

But we can hold each other's.

Remember what's really important.

Seemed like Britta and Cheryl were

getting along well.

She's already got Britta in a cape, I noticed.

You did a really good thing, Toni.

For both of them.

Fangs...

I think I love you.

Well, if I'm being honest...

I think I love you too, Toni.