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Isn't it something
the Serpents would do?

- Why'd you do it?
- To cause some chaos.

So Hiram Lodge asked
you to start a mutiny.

It's an eviction notice.

My woman's intuition
told me Sheriff Keller

was having an affair with Mayor McCoy.

I have some out-of-town
guests coming in.

I'm hosting a little
poker game at Pop's.

Poppa Poutine was found
dead in his hotel room

less than an hour ago, shot
in the back of the head.

Good night, Chic. You'll be safe here.

He has to go, Alice.

I threw you out once, I'll do it again.

I want all of you tonight.

Is Chic home?

Mom...

What... What happened?

No, no, Don't come any closer.
Don't... Don't touch anything.

He tried to hurt me and
Chic, your brother...

- No, no, what are you doing?
- I'm calling the police!

No, don't do that. Do not do that!

Mom, there's a man on our floor!

If the police come, they're
gonna take Chic away from me

and I won't let that happen again.

Well, if it was self-defense...

- It was self-defense, right?
- Yes, of course, it was.

- But it won't matter.
- What do we do?

- Just go to your room. You didn't see anything.
- Mom, let me help you.

No, honey. It's better
if you're not involved.

- It's Dad.
- Don't answer it.

- What if he came...
- Yes, you're right. Answer.

Just... Just act like
everything is normal.

Hi, Dad, what's up?

Oh. Okay, I'll see you in a bit.

Please tell me he's not coming here.

Uh, he needs toiletries.

He says he doesn't wanna
get in a fight with you.

- Betty!
- Mom...

We don't know how much time we have.

Please just let me help you.

And in one reckless moment...

Bleach is under the sink.

The lives of the Cooper
women were forever changed.

They were a mother
wanting to protect her son,

and a daughter wanting
to protect her mother,

while less than 50 yards away...

Once more, you didn't
see or hear Hiram Lodge

say anything to or about Poppa Poutine?

Honestly, it seemed like...

- What?
- Like they were friends.

A friend, Archie, doesn't
force you down to your knees

and shoot you in the back
of the head with a Glock 34.

Maybe it wasn't Mr. Lodge. I mean,
I didn't see him leave the Pembrooke.

Hiram would've sent someone.

- His capo.
- What's a capo?

If you woke up my dad...

A "capo," Archie, does the
boss's dirty work, the killing.

Is there someone who's
always hovering around Hiram?

Like a personal assistant, a driver?

Not that I can think of.

Hello? Betty?

Betty.

Alice.

- Hal.
- Dad.

So, where's Chic?

Upstairs in his room, resting.

What... what's that smell?

Bleach. I spilled tomato soup,
I didn't want it to stain.

Well, it must have been a lot of soup,

because it smells like
a hospital in here.

Dad, do you want me to
get the toiletries for you?

Jug, what's up?

Nothing, I was just
calling to say good night.

And, uh...

I love you.

Your dad's gone. Hurry up!

Oh, Jug, uh, I gotta go.
I'll see you tomorrow.

What if someone comes
looking for him, Mom?

People go missing every day.

But what if he has a family?

He didn't strike me as the type.

I mean, who walks
around without a wallet?

They shut down these
sewer pipes decades ago.

This used to be my secret
place as a little girl.

Here, cover it up.

They were hiding something.

Oh, Harold, everyone's
always hiding something.

The house smelled of bleach.

And you didn't see Chic?

Maybe he was up in his room.

Entertaining.

Tall boy won't be
coming back anytime soon.

Good.

He was a coward.

You know, riding back, I was
thinking, maybe I should take a page

from your book and have
a sit-down with McCoy.

Now that we know that Hiram Lodge is

responsible for what
happened to the statue,

I say we show her the head,
appeal to her sense of justice.

What, you don't like that plan?

Wait a second.

Boy, where the hell is
General Pickens' head?

I don't think we can interpret
the delivery of that head

as anything less than
a declaration of war.

Well, we knew we'd have
to go to war, eventually.

There is, of course, another option.

At Spence, I was Secretary
General of the Model UN,

and before declaring war, we'd
always try to negotiate a settlement.

Now, if I could broker a detente

between the Contras and the Sandinistas,

you should be able to de-escalate
relations with a biker gang.

This isn't high school.

Said the man who just
vandalized a park statue.

You're an excellent businessman, Daddy.

I'll get them to the table,
all you have to do is play nice.

We have work to do.

We have to clean anything that he may

have touched, so there
are no fingerprints.

Mom?

Did he touch any of these?

No.

Mom?

Oh, good, you're up! Have a seat.

I don't like chocolate-chip pancakes.

Well at least, have some
cereal. You must be starving.

Thank you.

Oh, can I have the butter, please?

Elizabeth?

Ask who it is.

Who is it?

Morning.

Just thought I could walk you to school.

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Hey, can I talk to you about last night?

Why? What about it?

Nothing, I just... thought
we had this really nice night,

and you hung up on me, so
I... I kind of got nervous.

Maybe you felt we were
moving too fast or...

I don't know, maybe it wasn't enjoyable?

Oh, my God! No!

No, not at all.

Last night was amazing.

There was just a lot of
drama when I got home.

Let me guess, Chic-centric?

It'll be fine.

Just typical Cooper house lunacy.

So Archiekins, do you regret anything

we talked about at my confirmation?

The revelation that my father's
more Al Capone than Eliot Ness?

No. All good on my end.

In that case, just to
put it on your radar,

a low-key turf-war
might be brewing

between the Joneses and the Lodges.

Veronica, are you trying
to manage me right now?

- Define "manage."
- People are gonna lose their homes.

Jughead, why don't you come over with
your dad and sit down with my dad,

and hash this out like
civilized humans, face-to-face?

Okay, one condition.

Your dad comes to
Sunnyside Trailer Park.

I want him to see the people
that he's gonna be displacing.

Fine. And trust me, no
one is being displaced.

Oh, my God, did you guys hear?
My dad's scanner's blowing up.

The police found another dead body

this morning, there's blood everywhere.

Could the Black Hood
have risen from the grave?

- Did they say whose body?
- Where did they find it?

The investigation's
ongoing but apparently,

it was a gruesome, gangland-style
execution at the motel,

with blood and brains
splattered all over the duvet...

Okay, Kev, we get it.

I gotta go.

Oh. Betty, are you okay?

- Do you need some help?
- I'm fine, Cheryl.

- Let me grab you a towel.
- I said I'm fine!

You have puke on your collar.

A bullet to the head? That
is clearly a mafioso's doing.

God, no sooner do I feel
like I'm in a good place,

some terrible thing
happens, somebody dies...

And I'm immediately
back in the place of,

"What if my father's behind this?"

And making matters infinitely worse,

I've now dragged you into
this Martin Scorsese nightmare.

Veronica, I chose to be with
you, remember? To help you.

Archie, I can't handle the not knowing.

Then choose to believe in your dad.

His business dealings might be shady

but at heart, he's still a good guy.

- I know that. You know that.
- Do I?

Come here.

Riddle me this. What do
Sunnyside Trailer Park,

Twilight Drive-In and Southside
High, all have in common?

I'm sure I don't know.

They were or are
townland. You control them.

The drive-in was shut
down as was Southside High.

Now the trailer park is in jeopardy.

Can't you just feel the invisible
hand of Hiram Lodge all over this?

What exactly are you insinuating?

If you've been accepting
"donations" from the Lodges

in exchange for "favors"
such as land deals...

Now is your chance to
come clean to the public.

- What is this, a bribe?
- Payment.

The FBI always
compensates its informants.

Enclosed is three weeks' salary.

Great.

Now I can replace the
bass drum you trashed.

I'm hoping that payment will
entice you to go to Hiram Lodge

and engage with him
directly about Poppa Poutine.

Be a little aggressive, gauge
his reaction, see what he says.

But if I ask him anything
about it, he'll be suspicious.

Come on, Archie.

How many people have to get hurt or

die before you do something about it?

Thank you for meeting
with me, Mr. Lodge.

Yeah, of course, Archie.

The article in the Register about
Poppa Poutine in his hotel room...

Archie, if I may?

I am gutted over this atrocity.

But Poutine was rich
with enemies. He was rude,

and selfish, and deep
into gambling debts...

A quarter to Lenny alone,
not to mention the affairs...

With so many vendettas against
him, it was just a matter of time.

And sadly, his time came the same
night as my daughter's confirmation.

But since you brought up
Veronica's confirmation,

she's the reason I came to see you.

Has something happened?
Is she all right?

When she heard someone
was murdered in Riverdale,

the thought of you, maybe, possibly

being involved is making her spiral.

And I don't want to
overstep, but you may

want to clarify things
with your daughter.

Just to give her peace of mind.

Hey honey. Perfect timing,
we're about to have dinner.

Oh, no, I'm not hungry.
I have a ton of homework.

Hey, Veronica.

Hi, Daddy.

Ready for your big negotiation?

I am. But first, Archie
came by to see me.

He said you were concerned.

- Daddy...
- No, no. It's all right.

I'm glad he did. He... cares about you.

As do I.

I understand certain aspects
of my business trouble you.

So if there's something
you wanna know...

Do you have anything to do
with Poppa Poutine's death?

No, mija.

I did not.

You lied to us. That shady guy
wasn't one of your customers.

He was a drug dealer. It's all in here.

Hundreds of messages from
junkies looking for a fix,

including one from Chic, the night of...

Betty, why in God's name
would you go back there?

To make sure in broad daylight that

no one could see him from the trail.

Okay, give that back
to me before someone

tracks that right back to this house.

No, Mom. I already turned off the GPS.

And you're missing the
whole point here, okay?

Chic lied to us about the shady guy.

What else is he lying about, huh?

Excuse me. Are you kidding me?

No one is buying the waterworks.

That's enough, Elizabeth.

You keep this up, and you're
going to get us all caught.

He's the one who's gonna get us caught

by not telling us everything
that we need to know, Mom.

What, that that person in the
sewer pipe was a drug-dealer?

Frankly, I'm relieved.
A transient like that?

Hopefully, it means no
one is looking for him.

Um, I hate to break it to you, Mom,

but drug dealers still have families.

What's done is done, Elizabeth.

The only family that you should
be worried about is your own.

I asked him point-blank.

I said, "Mr. Lodge, did you kill or
hire anyone to kill Poppa Poutine?"

- And he said no.
- And you believed him?

I did, yeah. I do.

And Mr. Lodge did tell me
there was, uh, bad blood

between Poppa Poutine and
some other guy named Lenny.

Lenny Kowalski?

Yeah.

I guess Poutine owed him a lot of money.

$86,000 in gambling debt or something.

Lenny Kowalski.

Let me look into it.

Thank you for agreeing to sit down
and discuss this misunderstanding.

- There's no...
- There's no misunderstanding here.

Tall Boy said you paid him to
decapitate the Pickens statue.

As an excuse to turn up
the heat on the Serpents.

You got a lot of nervous people
scared they're gonna lose their home.

I heard about that.

And though it has nothing whatsoever to

do with me, I've spoken to Mayor McCoy.

And as a gesture of goodwill
to the Southside community,

I'd like to settle any back rent
you or your neighbors owe the town.

- And what do you want in return?
- Peace in the land.

Hmm.

It's a deal.

There is one thing.

Mayor McCoy tells me you have some kind

of expose you're working on, Jughead.

So in exchange for
my generous offer, I'd

appreciate it if you just
kept my name out of it.

Sound fair?

That sounds a lot like a bribe.

No deal.

See you in the funny pages.

Have you no scruples, Mother?

What are you going on about now?

I just saw Hal Cooper
leaving Thistlehouse.

Betty was literally sick to her
stomach at school yesterday, Mother.

What if it was over this?

You're destroying families
with your courtesan ways.

It's different... with Hal.

He's not a client.

It's real.

Mother, he has a wife!

Alice Cooper? That gorgon?

She's not the victim here.

So please, Cheryl, stay out of it.

Let me tell you two something.

I am this close to telling
that Jones boy everything,

and it'll be a lot worse for
you than it will be for me.

Mayor McCoy!

Wait, what just happened?

Given the hatchet-job your friend
Jughead is writing about us,

your mother and I feel it's
best to accelerate our timetable.

So we told Sierra we might have to
announce our plans for Southside High,

but typical Sierra,
she refused and demanded

that we wait until
after she's reelected.

And she's threatening to expose
us if we proceed without her.

If this isn't handled properly, the
whole town will be out for our blood.

If we get her out of the Mayor's
office, under a cloud of scandal,

the damage she could do
to us would be minimized.

- How? How would you do that?
- I had Andre follow her.

And let's just say, she spends an
awful lot of time in cheap motels.

It's time for Operation
Guess Who's Coming To Dinner.

Hey, Vegas! Hey, boy.

Hey, boy...

Dad?

Hey, Arch... Uh, this is...

Agent Adams. Nice to meet you.

Your father and I
were just finishing up.

Hello.

Hi, I found this phone in a parking
lot. I was wondering if you knew...

- Hello?
- Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you.

I think someone lost this phone.

I was wondering if you
knew who it belong...

- Hello?
- Who the hell is this?

Uh, I found this phone...

Cut the crap!

You're the slut he's been
whoring with, aren't you?

- You're why he's been missing!
- Uh...

You know what? Tell that
scumbag not to come home.

He's dead to me!

Betty?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Betty...

What's going on? What
are you doing out here?

I think I'm going crazy.

Jug, my mom's acting like
everything's normal when...

It's not. Everything is falling apart.

Everything is falling apart.

I need to tell you something.

I can't eat, I can't sleep.

I'm just obsessing over this shady man,

his phone and his life.

Meanwhile, my mom's acting
like it never even happened.

God, why didn't I just call the police?

You still can, Betty. And
you know, you probably should!

And say what, Jug?

Hey! Either of you know
the owner of that car?

It's been parked there since
the day before yesterday.

Neighbor's complaining.

Yeah, sorry, Officer, that's my car.

I just can't find my keys.

Street's being cleaned tomorrow
a.m. I'm going around the block.

If it's still there in five
minutes, you're getting a ticket.

How fast can you hot-wire a car?

That agent left.

What did he want?

Apparently, the FBI is assisting

in a crackdown on
undocumented labor from Canada.

They think that maybe over the
years I've hired some of these guys,

paid them cash under the table.

Yeah, couple of times,
I looked the other way.

But they can't take you
down for that, can they?

Oh sure, they can. Son, it's the FBI.

They're requesting my files
for the last seven years.

Agent Adams, you stay
the hell away from my dad!

Scary, isn't it? How quickly I can make

things difficult for
you and your father?

You said he'd be protected.
You gave me a freaking contract!

Aw, gee.

Poutine did not owe Lenny
Kowalski anything close to $86,000.

I believe you're feeding
me false information

because you're protecting Hiram Lodge,

which means you're compromised.

Basically, the only thing you
can offer me now is access.

So I need you to wake
up, stop dicking around,

and plant a bug in Hiram's office.

Then he'll slip up

and say something incriminating,

and I'll record it and arrest him.

Nice happy ending.

You and your father will be safe.

I don't believe you, that
you'll leave me and my dad alone.

I think you'll do anything that
you can to destroy Hiram Lodge.

Even if it means destroying us.

You better make sure
it doesn't come to that.

Back so soon, Mr. Cooper?

Cheryl, what are you doing
sitting there in the dark?

You do know my mother's
a harlot, don't you?

A modern-day Moll Flanders?

What you're doing could
destroy your family.

That's why I'm not going to tell Betty.

But I suggest you hurry home to your

wife and daughter
before I change my mind.

I came to warn you, Mayor McCoy.

I know that whatever
questionable arrangement

you have with my parents is imploding,

and that you're trying to
go after them in some way.

But, Mayor McCoy, they're
planning to discredit you,

to get you out of this
office and neutralize you.

Whatever bomb they think they can
set off will only burn them, too.

They know about the affair.

Your... relationship
with Sheriff Keller.

But, Mayor McCoy, you
can get out of this.

Take control of the
narrative, inoculate yourself.

How long do I have?

Norman Bates made it look so easy.

His phone, too.

- Betty, his phone.
- Oh.

As mayor, I have seen us
through a triumphant Jubilee

and the terrors of
the Black Hood killer.

But my friends, it has
taken a personal toll.

I have decided to step down as Mayor,

to spend more time with my family

and to return to my own legal
career right here in Riverdale.

- What's going on?
- Mayor McCoy's resigning.

- I am very proud...
- We haven't even made our play yet.

That's great. Now, you don't have to.

If you did, it would be cruel.

It has always been my intention

to do what is best for
the people of Riverdale.

I have to say, Veronica,

for Mayor McCoy to resign
like that out of the blue...

It's almost as if someone warned her.

Did you tell Mayor McCoy we were
planning to expose her affair?

No.

I did not.

Hmm.

Oh, Hal. Alice and Betty
aren't here right now.

But I can come in though, right, Chic?

I mean, this is still my house.

- Hi.
- Betty.

I wasn't going to tell
you about something,

but all night long I kept tossing
and turning in my canopy sleigh bed,

thinking, "I'd wanna know."

But I take no pleasure
in sharing this with you.

Uh, actually, Cheryl, I gotta go.

Chic texted me, he's
at home with my dad.

This is about your father.

I'm onto you. Your little
game isn't gonna work with me.

Where's my grandfather's watch, huh?

- Dad!
- Is that in here?

What are you doing? I
thought you moved out.

I did, but I had a change of heart,

and I was feeling like, maybe
it was time for me to move back

and finally get some answers from him.

But your brother can't seem
to even look me in the eye.

That's because you're terrifying him.

- Oh. Oh, I'm terrifying him?
- Yeah.

Come on, Betty. What the
hell is going on here, really?

Why does it stink of bleach?

And where is the dining-room rug?

I don't know. I think she
sent it out to get cleaned.

Oh. And what about the
lamp that's usually there?

Why are you interrogating us?

Because something is
going on in this house!

This kid is doing what,
turning... Turning tricks?

They're coming through the
house... Who knows what?

They're stealing and
pawning up, right Chic?

Speak up! What else have
your pals taken from us?

- Dad! Get away from him or I will call Mom.
- Fine. Think I care?

And I will tell her about
you and Penelope Blossom.

Maybe the reason you feel
like we're hiding things

and keeping secrets is because you are.

You need to leave, Dad. Now.

Thank you, Betty.

I didn't do it for
you, I did it for Mom.

What if he comes back?

Or calls the police?

Oh, God...

I have to tell you something, Mr. Lodge.

The FBI approached me.

I guess to be a mole or an
informant to keep tabs on you.

The FBI did?

- A few weeks ago.
- A few weeks.

- I didn't tell them anything.
- Well, what would you have told them?

- They asked me to plant a bug in here.
- A bug?

I smashed it with a hammer.

Mr. Lodge, this agent
has been threatening

my dad because I haven't given up

any information, and I don't
think he's gonna stop until I do.

So why are you telling me...

- any of this?
- Because...

I like you, Mr. Lodge,
and I love your daughter

and I think Agent Adams is a lot more

dangerous than you are at this point.

Is that his name? Adams?

Arthur Adams, yes.

And uh... I was hoping
maybe you could help my dad.

Maybe help us out of this.

Arthur Adams will be dealt with.

- You're not going to...
- No!

Archie, no one's going to...

As you can imagine, it's not
my first tangling with the FBI.

Hey, you did the right thing telling me.

Now, just give me 24 hours, I'll make

some calls and I'll get back to you.

I really didn't tell
them anything, Mr. Lodge.

About anything.

And I believe you.

Now go. Wait to hear from me.

Oh, and Archie,

you tell your father everything
is gonna be just fine.

Dad was here. He was pissed off
and asking a lot of questions.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, but don't worry, he won't be back.

Mom, we're in way over our heads here.

The shady man's car was parked
outside our house for two days.

- What?
- It's okay. Jughead and I took care of it.

- You told Jughead?
- Yes.

I keep thinking about that damn body

and about who might come looking for it.

And how many loose ends are out there

that we're not even thinking about.

We need help, Mom.

We can't go to the police. I can't.

I'm sorry. I just can't.

I'm not talking about the police.

- FP, I...
- Save it, Alice.

Jughead just told me, all of it.

I'm not gonna let the three
of you make the same mistake

I made with Jason Blossom. Come on.

Andre?

We're going for a drive.

The boss wants to see you.

Hey, you just missed the
turn to the Pembrooke.

Andre?

Where are we going?

Boss requested somewhere more private.

Scenic.

It's done.

Jeez... Dad, you reek.

It's the sodium hydroxide.

In a week, there'll be nothing left...

Not even his teeth.

Thank you, FP.

I'm sorry for involving Betty,

and that she pulled Jughead into this.

We take care of our own.

The circle ends here.

No more loose ends.

Are we almost there?

Just about.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Here he is, boss.

Thank you, Andre.

Give us a moment.

Mrs. Lodge?

Do you know what "omerta" is, Archie?

It's our code of silence.

It states there is no worse,

no more cowardly crime than snitching.

Mrs. Lodge, I...

would never, ever...

do anything to betray
your family, I swear.

And so you've proven to
me these last few weeks.

Hiram and I, unbeknownst
to our daughter,

enlisted one of our closest
associates to approach you,

say he was an FBI agent
investigating Hiram.

Agent Adams isn't real.

He works for me.

One of my capos.

I asked him to apply a
lot of pressure to you.

Threaten your father, even.

- See if you would crack.
- Wait...

This whole thing, this
was all some kind of test.

Yes, it was.

And you passed.

Welcome to the family, Archie.

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