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The signs when they began
were easily explained.

Frogs escaping
from the biology lab.

And swarming flies.

And children sent home from
school for having lice in their hair.

So despite these omens and
portents, daily life continued.

What can I do for you, Toni?

Okay, I know
it's super short notice,

but Fangs and I set a date
for the wedding.

Really?

- Congratulations!
- Thanks!

We're really excited.

And let me guess, you wanna
book one of our champagne suites,

for the big night?

Actually, we were
kind of hoping

that you could help organize
and facilitate the wedding.

Oh. Like in a party planner
kind of way?

I know it's super last minute,
but we need a miracle worker.

And you're literally the only
person I know that could pull this off.

Absolutely.

I'd be honored
to plan your party.

Fangs asked me to be
a groomsman at his wedding.

I said, "I'm in, as long as I
don't have to give a speech

or plan a bachelor party."

I can't believe it.

I'd understand it
if you wanted to take a pass.

No, Archie, I'm really happy
for Toni and Fangs.

And I would love
to get dressed up

and do something fun
after SlaughterCon.

Yeah. A wedding
would be a good thing

for everyone in the town.

We need something good
to talk about, to celebrate.

Mm.

Jughead, this is really cool.

But also really creepy.

I feel like I'm gonna have
nightmares about La Llorona now.

Sorry.

No. No, no, no, I love it.

But, um,

where is this sudden burst
of creativity coming from?

You know those voices that
I've been hearing in my head?

I just started riffing
off them.

And get this, the more I write,
the more the voices subside.

Well, that's a relief.

Does that mean you can
come out of the bunker?

Maybe go to Toni
and Fangs' wedding?

Uh...

I just...

I don't know if I'm ready yet.

When I go back up there,
the voices come back

and it's that same cacophony
again.

But I don't want you to go
dateless to the wedding.

No, no, no, no.
Don't worry about that.

I just...

want you to get better.

I want you to be okay.

I am. I think I'm finally
recovering.

Then that's all that matters.

Little did any of us
know that frogs, flies and lice

were mere preludes to Percival's
symphony of Biblical horrors.

I'm glad
Jughead's doing better.

Me, too.

Not enough to rejoin society,

but baby steps.

Hmm.

How are you doing?

Am I getting the sense

that you are slightly less
enthused about Toni's wedding

than you were
about SlaughterCon?

It's... It's not the wedding.

I'm thrilled
for Toni and Fangs.

But...

I used to be the she-wolf
of Wall Street, Tabitha,

and now somehow
I'm a glorified party planner.

And instead of living in New
York, I'm here in Riverdale

with no social life,

no lover...

Nothing.

How did this happen?

Listen...

According to my five-year plan,
I should have franchised Pop's

and taken it national by now.

But you are a lot more
than a party planner.

And we all know that when you
set your mind to something,

there's nothing you can't do.

Except find a day
for this wedding.

God, I just miss sharing
my heart with someone.

My love.

Uh, Ms. Lodge,

we've got a problem.

There's something wrong
with the plumbing.

And it wasn't
just at the casino.

It was happening all over town.

What is that, rust?

I don't know.

Something must be messed up
with the pipes.

Well, Kevin,

what's so important
you couldn't call or text?

I just wanted to come
and tell you in person

that I'm not gonna fight for
custody of Baby Anthony anymore.

I'm dropping the case.

What made you change your mind?

You're his mother, Toni.

And you're his father,
his real father, Fangs.

Not me.

I just don't wanna cause your
Baby Anthony anymore distress

than I already have.
So just please forgive me.

What do you want, Percival?

I want you to call off
this ill-advised strike.

Your crew must be feeling
the pinch by now.

End their torment, Archie.

Let them get back
to work on my railroad.

It's not up to me.

The crew's holding firm,
it's their choice.

See, Archie, even now,
you refuse to see the signs.

Reptiles and insects
are swarming.

It always starts with God's
lowliest creatures.

What are you
even talking about?

You have no idea what
forces are at play here, do you?

Oh, well, you will, soon.

And then, your crew will be
begging to get back to work for me.

In the meantime, might I
suggest you tune in to the news?

We repeat,
somehow, overnight,

Sweetwater River
has turned blood red.

Scientists are at a loss to explain this
stunning, dare I say, apocalyptic event.

It's weird.
Percival basically insinuated

that he was responsible for what
happened at Sweetwater River.

How could that be possible?

He's got the power
of persuasion, yes.

And other parlor tricks,
but turning an entire river red

would mean he's a sorcerer
of tremendous ability and skill.

Well, he also said there are
other signs and forces at play.

- What signs?
- I don't know.

Something about insects
and snakes.

But the call was a threat.

Playing devil's advocate,
which is what I do best,

I suggest we deal
with our personal situation

immediately and decisively.

How?

Simple, we kill him.

I'll do the deed myself
with my pyrokinesis.

Oh, my God. Guys,
we've all thought about it.

And if we kill Percival,

the battle between good
and evil will already be lost.

Look, Percival wants to break
the strike.

Only, instead of bringing in
gun thugs,

he's using scare tactics
and intimidation.

So, then,
we need to stay strong.

We have a meeting
with the workers tomorrow.

We'll make sure
that they feel supported.

That said,
until we know more,

should we maybe tell Toni
to wait a beat on her wedding?

No. A wedding will remind everyone
in Riverdale what they're fighting for.

A better tomorrow
for our families.

Percival's trying to
divide the town.

Toni and Fangs
will help bring it together.

I didn't sleep well
last night, vivid nightmares.

And now something's missing.

The ghost story I wrote
about La Llorona.

Could someone have snuck
into the bunker and stolen it?

The strike is breaking us.

Some of us heard
that Percival might be open

to renegotiating our contracts
and salary.

No, guys, look,
under no circumstances

can we go back
to work for Percival now.

We've gotta keep thinking
long term.

We're gaining momentum.

And, Percival, he's a snake.

We are fighting for the future.

You guys just need to hang on
a little bit longer.

Can you do that?

Agent Lin, would you do me
a favor

and get me a few Bibles?

And any other religious books
you can track down.

Basically holy texts
that mention...

plagues, curses, revelations.

Sure... I didn't realize
you are a religious person.

I'm not, uh, but it's research
for a possible case.

Hopefully, I'm wrong,
and it's nothing.

Do you think it's crazy,
that we're planning a wedding

while the sword of Damocles
hangs over all of us?

We are fighting a battle
on multiple fronts,

but it's just as important

for life to continue
during wartime.

Because otherwise,
what are we fighting for?

Good question.

You're fighting for Jughead

- and your family business.
- Mm-hmm.

Betty and Archie
are fighting for each other.

Toni and Fangs are fighting
for Anthony.

What exactly am I fighting for?

Trust me, there's something.

There's a reason
you stayed in Riverdale.

That was Toni.

Something wrong?

She...

asked me to officiate her
and Fangs' wedding.

And what did you say?

I said yes.

That was a really nice thing
to do.

You know what, Heather?

It is nice.

And I am going to give Toni
the best wedding gift ever.

Which is what?

I'm going to kill Percival
for her.

Oh, my God!

What the hell happened
to the food?

I don't understand.

Me neither.

Ten minutes ago,
the spread was to die for.

Rotting meat? Spoiled food?

That's... Percival.

I don't believe this.
We're gonna have to cancel.

The dinner's in a few hours.

No, no, Toni.

I said I would make
this wedding happen for you,

and that includes
the rehearsal dinner.

Leave everything to me.

They don't call Veronica Lodge
a miracle worker for nothing.

That smell. Is that
a Pops' cheeseburger?

What? It can't be.

Okay.

This is weird.

I mean, I shouldn't touch it.

And I definitely shouldn't
eat it.

And yet...

Are you certain
this will work?

According to the
incantation from the Maleficarum,

you should be able to project
your powers elsewhere,

across town even,
onto Percival,

as long as you focus
on his puppet.

Okay.

"Fire of brim
and fire of stone,

accept this doll
in place of bone.

And as the fire burns
and quickens,

may death become
old Percival Pickens."

Blossom.

Is that it?

Did it work?

I... I'm not sure.
Something doesn't seem right.

Nana?

I'd like to propose a toast.

Originally, this dinner was
going to be at the Babylonium.

Then I realized
that when your bride

is as elegant and classy
as Antoinette Topaz,

she elevates everything
to five stars.

Aww!

Moreover, the venue
isn't nearly as important

as the people who are there
celebrating with you.

So, a toast to you, Toni,

and a toast to all of us

for coming together in the face
of unprecedented adversity.

But most especially...

to us single girls.

♪ Here's to the ladies
who lunch ♪

♪ Everybody laugh ♪

♪ Lounging in their caftans
and planning a brunch ♪

♪ On their own behalf ♪

♪ And here's to the girls
who play wife ♪

♪ Aren't they too much?

♪ Keeping house
but clutching a copy of Life ♪

♪ Just to keep in touch ♪

♪ And here's to the girls
who just watch ♪

♪ Aren't they the best? ♪

♪ When they get depressed
It's a bottle of Scotch ♪

♪ Plus a little jest ♪

♪ Another chance
to disapprove ♪

♪ Another brilliant singer ♪

♪ Another reason not to move ♪

♪ Another vodka stinger ♪

♪ I'll...

♪ Drink to that

♪ So here's to the girls
on the go ♪

♪ Everybody tries ♪

♪ Look into their eyes
and you'll see what they know ♪

♪ Everybody dies ♪

♪ A toast
to that invincible bunch ♪

♪ The dinosaurs
surviving the crunch ♪

♪ Let's hear it for the ladies
who lunch ♪

♪ Everybody rise

♪ Rise ♪

♪ Rise ♪

♪ Rise ♪

♪ Rise ♪

♪ Rise ♪

♪ Rise ♪

♪ Rise ♪

♪ Rise ♪

That was
quite the performance, V.

Thanks, B.

I did Company at Barnard,

and I've been waiting for the perfect
moment to deploy a little Sondheim.

Yeah.

So listen, V.

Do you have a date
for the wedding tomorrow?

For the first time
in, well, ever,

Veronica Lodge is going stag.

Well, in that case...

do you want to come
with me and Archie?

You mean, like
when the three of us

went to the back-to-school
dance together, sophomore year?

That was iconic.

I mean,
we were pretty bad ass, huh?

Oh, completely.

But I couldn't do that
to you and Archie.

Though I am moved
by the gesture.

But thanks for reminding me
of what I'm fighting for

in this wicked little town.

My friends.

B and V forever?

B and V forever.

Guys.

We just got a crazy text
from Cheryl.

It was awful.

My Nana was engulfed in flames.

Heather is rubbing a healing salve
all over her body even as we speak.

Okay, but I don't understand.

You were trying
to burn Percival,

but Nana Rose
caught on fire instead.

Yes. Heather thinks
he used a counter spell

to redirect the attack
on to Nana.

Which means
his powers do extend

beyond mind control
and psychological attacks.

Small potatoes, but we think
he may have corrupted

the first iteration
of Toni's rehearsal dinner.

Corruption,
it's another plague

like rivers running blood red,
and flies, and frogs.

So, Percival's calling
plagues down upon us?

Fine, whatever.

But how are we supposed to
protect ourselves against that?

We call the strike off

before God knows
what else happens.

That's why Percival's
bringing the hammer down on us,

on everyone,
to get us back to work.

Yes, building his ghost train,

which would doom us all.

The very definition
of a lose-lose situation.

Well, this will just be
a stopgap,

a counter move
to get Percival to ease off.

We'll build his railway,
but slowly.

It'll give us enough time to
find a more permanent solution.

God, I wish there was a person
on the inside who we could trust,

who could just tell us what
Percival was doing in his shop.

Wait.

Toni told me that Kevin

is dropping his custody claim
on Anthony,

and he's moving out
of the Babylonium,

which makes me think...

maybe he's not team Percival
all the way anymore.

Well, I can talk to Kevin.

Maybe he can help us.

Damn, I probably shouldn't
have eaten that food.

Oh.

God, no,
I definitely shouldn't have.

I actually thought that Percival
was making this town better,

that he had something
to offer me.

But he was just telling me
what I wanted to hear,

and I listened, and I went
along with it like a fool.

You weren't the only one, Kev.

And it's not too late for you
to help us stop Percival, okay?

So what can you tell me
about him?

He's...

some kind of magic man.
I've seen him performing spells.

Yeah, we suspected as much.

Is there anything else?

He's got this little
black book full of secrets

that he's always writing in, like
a journal, a diary, or something.

- Kev, I hate to ask...
- You want me to try to steal it,

don't you?

Okay, Betty, yeah, I'll try.

Where are you guys going?

Oh, we're just gonna play
a little pickup outside.

Get the blood pumping.

Why? What's up, Archie?

Look, guys, with your
permission,

I'd like to meet up with Percival,
and negotiate the best possible terms

for you that I can.

To return to work?

- Why?
- Because who knows how long this strike will drag on.

And my sense is
things are going to get worse,

a lot worse, before they start
getting better.

Yeah, but we heard you
before, and we're here for it.

We want to do what's right,
but don't you waver, man.

You guys all feel like this?

All right, screw it.
We stand together.

All right! Whoo!

Archie!

Guys,
what the hell is happening?

What the hell
are you playing at?

I did warn you, Mr. Andrews.

Take away the boils.

I'll get the crew back to work.

No. Too soon for that.

They haven't learned
their lessons yet.

But if you wanted to ease
your workers' symptoms...

you could start work for me
immediately.

And you'll stop hurting
my crew?

If you keep working and a
certain threshold of progress is met,

the workers' boils and pain
will subside...

...eventually.

Sweet Forsyth.

Cheryl.

What ails you?

I don't know.

Mayhap, I can relieve you.

And how much
did you want to bet

that another one of
my stories was now gone, too?

Kevin,
what are you doing?

Oh, uh, I'm just...

looking for you.

I was out picking up delivery.

What's all this?

Uh, I'm just feeling adrift,
I guess.

All this stuff with Toni
and Fangs getting married

just made me feel...

lonely, unwanted...

Oh, Kevin.

You and your self-esteem, eh?

Well, I've got something that will
distract you, if not cheer you up.

Come and help me unpack
some of the glorious new treasures

that I've acquired.

I saw a woman sit upon
a scarlet-colored beast,

full of blasphemy.

And that woman
was Babylon the Great,

mother of all destruction
and abomination.

You are that woman, Betty.

And lo,
it came to pass

on the third day, while Archie
Andrews worked the railway

to spare his crew anymore suffering...

...and Veronica Lodge worked
the phones, trying to rustle up

an appropriate date
for Toni's wedding...

and Toni and Fangs worked
on their wedding vows...

a terrible darkness fell
over the town of Riverdale...

in the middle of the day.

And now, surprise eclipses
are happening in Riverdale.

Archie's working the railway,

and the plagues
are still coming.

So clearly, Percival
has another agenda.

Percival is getting
ready for war,

- Betty.
- What does that mean?

He just received
a shipment of weaponry.

Crossbows from the Crusades,

uh, sabers from the Civil War,

torture racks from
the Spanish Inquisition,

a stockade for
the Harlot of Babylon,

swords and shields
from ancient Saxony.

Hold on. Go, go back to the...
The stockade part?

Yeah, it's a torture device.

Kept rambling about
how he wants

to put the Harlot of Babylon
exactly where she belongs.

On display for when the walls
come tumbling down.

Ms. Cooper.

Always a pleasure
to have visitors in my shop.

You want to imprison me, right?

Do you want to put me in that
stockade? Will that satisfy you?

And why on Earth
would I want that?

I had a... a flash.

A memory, a dream.
I don't know what it was.

A man calling me
the Harlot of Babylon,

and asking me to join his side
in a coming war.

I didn't understand it.
I still don't understand it.

But yours is the only war
that I'm aware of, currently.

So if you want
Riverdale's harlot on display,

I guess that would be me.

So put me in
your stockade, Percival,

if that will finally stop
the plagues.

Now I understand.

Mr. Keller has betrayed me.

But no, Ms. Cooper,
it's not you that I want.

At least, not only you.

Then what?

Well, I would have thought
that was rather obvious.

He wants
Baby Anthony?

Over my dead body.

Well, of course we're not going
to give him Baby Anthony.

What? Does he want Anthony
for some crazy occult ritual?

Hmm, probably.

If that man comes near my
child, I'm going to rip his larynx out.

Time is not on our side.

Percival's threatened
to call down more plagues

if we don't hand over
Baby Anthony by sundown.

I'm almost afraid to ask,

but which plagues are left?

Earthquakes, fire from the sky,
pestilence,

hail, and...

death of the firstborn.

Oh, my, God.

And Baby Anthony is not
the only thing that he wants.

He wants to put me in the
Harlot of Babylon's stockade.

Stockade?

What?

Check the Maleficarum,
page 352.

Is this what
you're talking about?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, that's it.

Okay, that's good news.

This is the
Stockade of Legarius.

According to the Maleficarum,

the Stockade of Legarius
is practically inescapable.

It renders its prisoners
powerless.

Would that include Percival?

Sure, if we can get him
into it.

Turning his torture device
against him.

I'm down with that.

Agreed, but how?

With a tactic
my father favored.

A good old-fashioned raid.

Percival's just hanging out in his
shop, happily polishing his antiques,

waiting for me to deliver
Baby Anthony.

Well, if we move fast enough,

like, right now, we might be
able to catch him by surprise.

I'm so in, but...

Won't he see us coming
from a mile away?

Not necessarily.

Who are you?

What are you?

What do you want from me?

Why are you stealing my work?

Oh.

What? No answer?

Oh.

Back.

Sooner than I expected.

And what does the Harlot
have in her arms?

I brought
what you wanted.

Very good, Betty.

Now, may I see the baby?

Of course.

You're a fool, Miss Cooper.

Coming here,

all alone, with your
dime-store trickery.

Yeah, except I'm not alone.

Guys.

- Oh!
- You're under arrest, Percival.

Nighty night, Percy.

And lo, it came to pass...

...that Percival was captured.

And with his capture...

...the sun returned.

The plagues had ended...

the chain was broken.

The mad monk
was in his dungeon.

What do you think
of your new accommodations?

Rest assured, my vault is the
most secure room in this building.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I don't want to be late
for the event of the season.

TTFN!

We wanted
to talk to you, Kevin.

What you've done over the
past few days isn't lost on us.

Releasing custody
of Baby Anthony,

helping us catch Percival.

So we've talked it over,

and we'd like to invite you
to the wedding.

Really?

You guys, I...
I don't know what to say.

Can... Moose come?

Yes, yes.

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here today
for the wedding of Fangs Fogarty

and my dearest friend
Antoinette Topaz,

to celebrate and bear witness
to their union as a couple

with Baby Anthony present
as a family.

Fangs, What say you?

Mm-hmm.

Toni...

"If you had told me while we were
being initiated into the Serpents

that we'd one day
be getting married,

I probably would have
laughed." -

But believe me when
I say to you today,

I love you, Toni.

And I love our family.

It's us
against the world.

Toni?

Fangs,

getting married here today
is just

the next step in our wild

and unexpected journey
together.

I love how unconventional,

surprising, and beautiful
our relationship is.

You're an amazing father,

and you make Baby Anthony
and I, very, very proud.

I'm so excited about the memories
we're going to make with Anthony.

Till death do us part.

Oh, good, you found me.

Now, where are the others?

Well, now it's a party.

Now, by the power vested in me,
under the watchful eye of Hecate,

I declare you husband and wife.

You may share your
first wedded kiss.

Yeah!

♪ I wrote a song
six years ago ♪

♪ While playing
in a wedding band ♪

♪ The word got out And suddenly
the band and I are in demand ♪

♪ And now couples
all over Jersey ♪

♪ Hire me to ensure
their wedding bliss ♪

♪ All because of the tune
I wrote ♪

♪ That tune goes like this

♪ Oh, when it's your wedding
day and my music starts to play ♪

♪ I can guarantee that
love will find you ♪

♪ Yeah, when it's
your wedding day ♪

♪ All the problems melt away

♪ If you count on me
'Cause love is what I do ♪

♪ Now, when we...

Let's make quick work
of this wormwood, shall we?

It's not my first time in a
stockade, and I simply can't abide it.

Plus, there's still
so much to do...

♪ We might play you some
Careless Whisper ♪

...before the end of it all.

♪ Or make you wish you had
Jessie's Girl instead ♪

♪ Bring the room down with
Endless Love ♪

♪ And last, bang your head

♪ Bang your head!

♪ Yeah, when
it's your wedding day ♪

♪ All the problems melt away

♪ If you count on me

♪ 'Cause love is what

♪ Yes, love is what

♪ What I do!

♪ Do, do, do, do
Love's what I do ♪

♪ Do, do, do, do
Love's what I do ♪

♪ Do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do ♪

♪ Love is what I do!

Roseanne Blossom.

You are the oldest living first-born child in Riverdale.

And so, will be my harbinger

for my last plague.

And there shall be
a great cry in all the land,

as there never
was before.

♪ You are the blueprint

♪ But internally
God damn, you're a mess ♪

♪ So to stay with you
I had to imagine ♪

♪ That he is perfect

♪ Anything I give him
he deserves it ♪

Care for some company?

- Tabitha, hey.
- Hi.

Perfect timing.

I have a question for you.

You've seen into the future.

Does that mean you know
who's endgame?

Archie and Betty? Or...

Archie and me?

Come on, Tabitha.
I know you know.

Okay.

Listen, I will tell you, but,

this has to stay between us.

- The truth is...
- Archie!

Oh, my God!

Hey! Arch!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Someone help, please! Please!

Arch! Arch!

I don't know who did this.

Archie? Archie!
Look at me, please!

Hey. Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Archie! Arch!

Gigi! Gigi!

Gigi! What's happening?

Help, somebody!

What is happening?

All right. Jig's up.

Who are you?

Why are you taking my stories?

Hey, turn around.

I said turn around!

What...

Oh.

I don't
understand this.

It's the last plague.

Death of
the firstborn.

I was born last
after Polly and Charles.

Hermosa's older than me.

Jason was older than me.

But Baby Anthony
is the first born.

Yeah, he is.

Must be why Percival
wanted him, he's...

He's special somehow.

Jughead!

Oh, my God, Jughead!

Oh, my God.

I believe I know someone
who can help us.

A necromancer,

far beyond my abilities.

Who?

Her name...

is Sabrina.