All language subtitles for Riverdale.US.S06E12.WEBRip.x264-ION10

The weather reports were grim.

But we had a more dire
prognostication to deal with...

The apocalypse.

Brought about by
one Percival Pickens.

Maybe unavoidable,
but we had to try.

I'm thinking
we stage a coup.

Percival manipulated his way
onto the Council,

and he's using it
as a soapbox, platform.

So, why don't we
just knock him off it?

And... and what, we take over?

I mean, why not?

What if the council
refuses to step down?

Okay. If we are seriously going
to attempt a "coup de town,"

then we need to get
public support.

Veronica, Reggie, Toni, Fangs, Cheryl...

Kevin, too. I don't think
he's gone over completely
to the dark side yet.

Let's reach out to folks
and host a meeting.

We can do it
at Pop's.

Tonight, after nightfall.

They're holding a secret
meeting at the diner tonight.

They're planning on
overthrowing the Council

and appointing themselves
the new town leaders.

I'm tired, Alice.

I'm tired of these agitators.

I couldn't agree more.

But I have an idea.

So, the RIVW weather girl
is out sick,

and she has been going
on and on about this
fog rolling in.

Calling it "The Wrath of God."

Maybe we use it
to our advantage.

Stop the meeting from happening
and give you time
to make your next move.

Attention, Riverdale,

this is Alice Cooper,
coming to you with an
emergency weather warning.

A large, dense, slow-moving fog

is rolling into Riverdale
and the surrounding areas
later today.

Meteorologists are likening it
to the great fog of 1922,

which enveloped our town
100 years ago.

So, due to imminent power
outages and hazardous
driving conditions,

at sundown tonight...

...the town council
has instituted a curfew
for all of its citizens

to stay home
until the fog clears.

Close your windows and vents.

Bring your pets indoors.

And hold your loved ones close.

The fog is coming.

The casino is
a ghost town, Jay.

Where are all my customers?

It's this fog
that's rolling in.

It's keeping people at home.

I see.

In that case,
let's just close up shop
and send everyone home.

I'll lock up when I leave
for my meeting later.

Understood, Ms. Lodge.

Agent Cooper,
I just got word.

The Trash Bag Killer.

There's a woman who escaped
from him just like you.

Okay, I wanna talk to her now.

Hey, Kev. What are you
doing tonight?

I guess going to the meeting
that Archie called.

Even though
you're Team Percival?

But putting all of that aside,

how about you come over for
dinner tonight with Fangs and I
before the meeting

so we can talk about
Baby Anthony's future?

Just us, no lawyers.

Toni, you and Fangs
are Serpents.

I don't think you can
provide a safe environment
for Baby Anthony.

What else is there
to talk about?

How about
your compulsive cruising?

Look, I'm all
for sex positivity, Kev,
but you, my friend,

are addicted
to putting yourself
in risky sexual situations

that often end in violence.

So I'm not really sure
you're the person
that should be arbitrating

the future of our son.

6:30 sound good?

Mumsie?

- What are you doing here?
- Dear child...

may I come in?

After you banished me
from Thornhill,

I traveled the world
searching for sanctuary

and eventually found myself
in the Himalayas.

At the original convent
of the Sisters of Quiet Mercy.

You've got to be kidding me.

I presented myself
on their doorstep

with nothing
but the clothes on my back.

And now the sisters
have decided

that I can pledge myself
fully to Christ.

You're telling me they're
letting an ex-dominatrix,

convicted felon,

serial killer
join their convent?

The sisters believe
in redemption, Cheryl.

They've given me one weekend

to attend to
any unfinished business

before I take my final vows.

You are my unfinished
business, Cheryl.

Speak plainly, Mother.

I have a surprise for you.

Something that I would
like to give you.

But first,
I would love a hot bath.

And a warm, scrumptious meal.

Mother...

Every time you come back
into my life, you gaslight me.

I understand
your skepticism, Cheryl.

But every word
that I've said is true.

Yes, fine.

You can stay for supper...

- Sister Blossom.
- Thank you, child.

Bless you.

Looks like we don't
have to kick people out.

I guess Alice's doom-saying
about all this fog
means no one is out and about.

Probably for the best.

Hey, while we're waiting
on everyone, I, uh...

I've been wanting to talk
to you about something
I've been kinda obsessed with.

Sure. What's up?

You can time travel now.

In an extremely limited way.

Only alone, and only within
spitting distance of Pop's.

I was thinking that you could

stop that bomb from going off
at Archie's house.

If it doesn't go off,
then I don't lose my hearing,
and I... I really...

I really wanna hear again.

Not thoughts, like a...

like a clock ticking,

- or burgers sizzling.
- Jug, I'm...

I'm sorry, but...

I've tried.

The bomb is a fixed point
in time.

No matter what I do,
it always explodes.

Well, can you get me
out of the garage, at least?

It's too risky.

There are too many variables.

Temporal paradoxes,
ripple effects.

No, yeah.
No, I know. I just...

thought I'd give it
my best shot, you know?

Okay.

Well, be safe over there.

Okay, bye.

That was Tabitha.

The whole town's
freaking out about this fog,

so we're gonna
postpone the meeting

until it clears up.

Why did you come
through the back?

Because there's a creeper
standing outside my house.

- Right now? Should I go out?
- Mmm-hmm. No.

It could be anyone.

Betty, I'm invulnerable.

Well, it could be someone
with palladium, okay?

So, please don't.
Let's just...

let's just stay inside
until the fog lifts, okay?

Okay.

Yeah, you're right.
We're good right here.

♪ The darkened skyline
Outside my room ♪

♪ A kingdom
That I gave up too soon ♪

♪ To be with you

♪ Won't bring me down

What are we doing, Arch?

Are we dating?

I mean,
I'm not seeing anyone else.

And I love when we're together.

Just feels right, you know?

And I'm glad you feel that way
because, um...

I'm late.

My period is two weeks late,
and I'm never late. Like, ever.

Oh.

I mean, we're always safe.
Right?

Well, yeah. Except for
that one time when--

Right.

And you're not
on birth control?

No, I stopped taking it when...

TBK had me in that well,

and I just never started it
back up again.

Not to blame this on TBK.

My God, are you kidding me?

It's okay. I have candles.

No, Grandpa, we're fine.

Everything is under control.

Mmm-hmm.

Love you too.

What am I gonna do
when I lose him?

Hey...

Hey. Don't worry. Pop Tate
is gonna outlive all of us.

What are you...

You just read my mind.

Oh. Yeah.

Sorry, I caught a stray thought.

Come on, Jughead.
We've talked about this.

You can't just read my mind.

It's a total invasion
of privacy.

No... no, I know.

I don't do it often.
I just occasionally slip up.

Jughead, you read my mind

every time we have
a conversation.

It's the only way
we're able to communicate.

That's odd.

Hold that thought.

- Do we still have the candles in the back?
- Yeah.

How long were you with TBK?

In the well?

Um... two weeks.

How'd you get away?

You never said.

TBK usually went out
every night after dark...

but this one time,
it was different.

We're at a crossroads,
Pretty Betty.

But you get to decide

how our story ends.

I'm listening.

I sense
we're kindred spirits.

Don't you?

Yes,
I feel the same way.

That's why I'm giving you
this choice.

Dismember this body.

Prove we're kindred,

and you don't go back
in the well. Ever.

Refuse me...

and you're next.

And then what happened?

He put on some classical music.

And he came
and stood behind me, close.

And with him behind me like that...

I did it.

I did what he asked me to do.

I dismembered the body.

And he said I could go.

That's it.

There's no heroic escape.

He told me that he knew then,
for sure,

that he and I were the same,
and that I had...

I'd proven myself,
and he respected me,

and the world would be
more interesting with me in it.

And that this act of...

dismemberment would be
our secret,

binding us forever.

Afterwards,
I was just different.

Psychically dismembered.
Which, I guess is...

- That's what he wanted.
- You're not dismembered.

You did what you had to do
to survive.

Maybe.

You know, sometimes I wonder...

Why am I still here...

in Riverdale?

After everything
that's happened to us,
to this town.

I mean,
why not pick up stakes
and go west,

or at least to some town
that's not cursed.

Yeah.

But then, something
always reminds me.

The reason I wanna

save the soul of Riverdale,

the reason why I bought
my dad's house...

it's not just
because I wanna live here.

I wanna raise a family here.

That's what I'm fighting for.

So what are you saying, Arch?

I'm saying...

when we get that pregnancy test
at the drugstore tomorrow...

whatever it says, I'm all in.

Whatever you wanna do,
I'm here for you.

I'm not going anywhere.

Thank you.

Reggie.

- What's going on?
- Cleaned out my locker, gonna clean out my desk.

I'd ask if you want a ride
to Archie's meeting, but--

It got postponed
'cause of the fog.

I know. Tabitha texted me.

- Yeah, it's like a Stephen King movie out there.
- Reggie...

can we at least have a drink?

For old times' sake,
if nothing else?

I shouldn't drink and drive.

Especially in this fog.

In that case...

why don't you drink...

and stay?

- I don't wanna fight.
- So let's not.

Let's play poker.

I've been playing poker all day
with the wise guys
at the car lot.

Well...

what about

strip poker?

Or have you been playing that
with the wise guys too?

There you go.

- A sign from God.
- Or the Devil.

Either way,

luckily, I have a serious
penchant for DripChic candles.

- Tabs?
- Yeah?

Do we have any tubing?

What do you need it for?

I need tubes
to siphon gas from our car
for the generator.

Well, yeah. We...
we have some,

but Jugger, car's at the edge
of the parking lot.

You won't be able to see
three feet in front of you.

And what if...

what if something's out there?

No, no. Come on. I'm fine.
I'll be right back.

Hey. When I was back there,
I saw this old ham radio.

Runs on batteries.

Maybe you fire it up,
see what people
are saying about the fog?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Oh, hell no. What are the odds?

Give me those boxers, Mantle.

Or if you're feeling shy...

I'd settle for a kiss.

Or better yet...

both.

Let's start with a kiss.

Can we actually take this party
up to one of
the Champagne suites?

Anything you want.

You know, maybe we were
too hasty before.

Breaking up, I mean.

You're the one who ended it.

Yeah, well, you shouldn't have
stolen those slot machines.

But maybe, just maybe...

I overreacted.

The truth is...

we're a good match, Reggie.

And it might not be too late
to start over.

I kind of like
what I'm hearing.

Good, 'cause I kind of like
what I'm saying.

- But if we're gonna pick up where we left off...
- Possibly.

You need to get rid of
that painting of your dad.

The one that's been looking
over my shoulder for months.

Reggie, it's just a painting.

Ronnie, we both know
it's more than just a painting.

Okay.

All right, fine. It's gone.

Cool. Let's do it now.

Now?

What's the urgency?

Because I don't believe
you'll do it otherwise.

Come again?

Like I said, Ronnie...

I don't wanna fight.

We're not fighting.

We're having an open,
honest dialogue.

What did you mean
with that snarky comment?

Our whole relationship,
I've always felt like
second-fiddle to Archie.

- Okay.
- And now...

I'm dealing with your old man
looming over my desk?

The irony.

Okay, so this is the point
in the conversation
when I assure you

you're not
a consolation prize, right?

Guess what?

I feel the same as you.

If I had my druthers,

I'd be living in New York,
working on Wall Street,

my father would still be alive.

But things didn't
pan out that way.

And need I remind you

I gave my own ultimatum
to Archie, once upon a time.

Me or Riverdale.
And he chose Riverdale.

So, the reality is...

we're all someone's
consolation prize.

Uh-huh.

So, in your ideal world...

who's with you in New York?

Me or Archie?

I broke up with Archie
because he wouldn't move
to New York with me.

So the question is moot.

Damn, Ronnie.

All you had to say was,
"You, Reggie.

You're the one."

Okay, you know what?
Forget Archie,
forget my father.

The way I see it,

we're just a man and a woman
in this town,
in this room.

And that is
all that matters, Reggie.

Really?

Because the way I see it...

we're recreating
your parents' dynamic.

- I am nothing like my mother.
- No, Ronnie.

You're like your dad.

And I'm... I'm recreating
my own parents' dynamic.

My mom chose her career
over my dad every time.

So it's not just
on you, Ronnie.

It's on the both of us.

Sometimes I've wondered if...

the reason we're such
a good match is that...

we're actually bad...

in ways that are...

simpatico.

Yeah.

- That's why we gotta break this screwed up--
- Toxic cycle.

Yeah.

For both our sakes.

Fog notwithstanding?

I'm starting to see...

things crystal clear, finally.

I'm gonna get my stuff and go.

I'll see you.

Shoot. I'm late.

Kevin.

I was hoping I'd see you.

Moose, wh...
what are you doing here?

Getting re-acclimated to
the old stomping grounds.

I'm Riverdale High's
new P.E. teacher.

I had no idea.

Can we catch up?

I'd love to, possibly.
But I can't. I'm...
I'm late for dinner.

Well, you can't
leave right now.
It's too foggy out.

Maybe we can wait
for it to lift? Together?

Come on, Kev.

We haven't talked, like,
really talked in forever.

Fine. Yeah. Um...

Just for half an hour.

Because of the... the fog.

Before Kevin arrives,

we should probably
get on the same page
about the Serpents

and how
they're going to evolve.

Or not. In case he asks.

I just want Anthony to be
raised the same way
that we were.

You know, old-school
Serpent style.

I want him to be able
to defend himself.
Fight when he needs to fight.

With the Serpents by his side.

- I don't want him to get killed by a Ghoulie.
- Now, first of all,

don't say that out loud.

And second of all,
all the Ghoulies were killed...

by cops.

If Baby Anthony was gonna be
a gang member, he'd be in
constant danger from cops.

Well, you know he's gonna face

the same kind of harassment
as a political activist.

Or whatever you want
the "Sweetwater" Serpents
to be.

Well, less so, I would say.

But clearly we're not gonna
see eye-to-eye on that, so...

Maybe, when Kevin gets here,
we don't focus on the Serpents.

Instead, we appeal to him
as a compassionate human being.

And tell him we want to avoid

an expensive,
drawn-out legal battle.

Totally.

The hell? I just paid
this month's bill.

It's probably the fog.

I'll go get some candles.

So, I'm... I'm still
teaching here. Obviously.

But I'm also a part-time deputy
working with my dad.

What happened to Broadway?

That was a pipe dream.

And you and Fangs?
You two never
got back together?

No.

Full disclosure
I'm in the middle
of a custody battle

with him and Toni.

- That's a tough situation.
- Yeah.

What about you?

Regale me with stories from the open road.

Wish I had some.

I got laid off
from the trucking company

when the Lonely Highway
shut down.

And my dad recently
got out of prison.

So, I've been living with him,
getting him re-acclimated.

And here we are...

back at Riverdale High.

Kevin...

um...

I know I bailed on you

after that horrible night,
when my dad,
dressed as the Gargoyle,

- came and tried to scare us while we were--
- Having sex for the first time.

- Yes. I remember that.
- Yeah.

Hard to forget.

Traumatized me for life,
to be honest.

Anyways, I've always
kind of regretted

the unfinished business
between us.

Which unfinished business,
specifically?

- Sorry.
- No, no. It's okay. I was...

feeling it, too.

Um, I just need to send
a quick text to someone.

"Sorry. Don't think
I can make it tonight
because of the fog.

Raincheck."

Raincheck!

Hmm.

You know, I knew.

I knew he would do this.

He bails on people.

He bailed on our marriage,
and now he's bailing on us
as a family.

- Fangs.
- And now he's suing us? For custody?

Wait, why are trying
to make nice with him?

For Anthony's sake, Fangs.

What are you doing?
Where are you going?

Where do you think I'm going?
I'm gonna handle this my way,
on my terms.

Look, as good as it would feel
beating up Kevin,

it's not gonna make
our problems go away.

I want this settled, Toni.

It will be.

Soon.

And if Kevin doesn't wanna
work this out between us,

then we'll battle it out
in the court.

And if we need to get
personal and dirty to win,

we will.

But I need you
here with me, Fangs.

Not arrested again.

Baby Anthony needs you.

He needs his father.

So please stay here with us?

For me?

Is anyone out there? Hello?

[man, indistinct]
...out of the house...

Hello?

Hello? Is someone there?

...there's a...
...under the bed...

Do you need help? Hello?

Jughead.

Sorry that took so long.

Oh, my God!

I got turned around in the fog.

- Were you just coming out to look for me?
- I was worried.

- Did you get the gas?
- Yeah. Filled to the brim.

Let's fire up the generator.

Well, that is one way
to catch up.

Yeah, feels like we're back
in sophomore year.

I'm gonna go wash up,
all right? Be right back.

Oh, my God!

You okay?

You fell asleep there
after we--

Moose...

Oh, my God, I thought...
Thought I saw the...

What?

Nothing. Never mind.
Just a dream, I guess.

I'm here, Kev. I got you.

Mumsie!
Dinner is served.

Mumsie?

Wherefore art thou, Mother?

You evil wretch!

- Cheryl.
- Is this why you're here?

To steal Julian?

I knew it.

Who sent you? Was it Percival?

Or did Abigail herself
summon you?

I'm merely re-acquainting
myself with Thornhill.

I can't believe
you kept this old doll
all these years.

And I can't believe I let you
back into this house
and my life again.

What are you doing?

Something I should have done
a long time ago.

- Wha...
- Okay.

Okay.

Oh...

Welcome back, Mumsie.

Tell me,
do you feel that?

Do you feel yourself
getting hotter?

Cheryl, what are you doing?

I'm making your
body temperature rise.

Right now, you're at about 112.

122.

140.

How are you doing this?

I'm pyrokinetic.

But you...

You couldn't come back
and just be a normal mother,
could you?

No.

You're still your usual
gaslighting, manipulative self.

As you'll always be.

But...

things have changed.

I have changed.

For the longest time,
you were the dragon
and I was the maiden.

Locked away in the tower.

But now I am both.

The maiden and the dragon.

And you are going to feel
my fiery wrath.

Please, Cheryl,
don't do this.

I... I have something for you.

A surprise.

- Or did you forget?
- It's too late, Mumsie.

They're letters from Heather.

What do you mean,
"Letters from Heather"?

You remember Heather?

Your best friend
from junior high?

After she moved away,
she wrote you almost every day.

Of course I remember Heather.

You caught us in my bedroom
and called us "deviants"

and forbade her
from ever speaking to me again.

Well, she wrote you.

And I intercepted
those letters.

And I kept them,
all these years.

Please, Cheryl.

The letters are
my peace offering to you.

Proof, I hope,

that I truly have changed.

You must read them.

So where are they, Mother?

And may Mephistopheles
have mercy on your soul
if you're lying to me.

To anyone who can hear me, this is Tabitha Tate,

broadcasting live
from Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe,

exit 17,
off of the Lonely Highway.

If you're lost in the fog,
look for the Pop's sign.
We're open.

We have power, food, heat,
running water.

Just look for the light.

Garden rose tea to soothe you.

All these years, I always
wondered why I never
heard from Heather.

Did you really
hate me that much?

Why?

Why are you so cruel
to me, Mother?

Oh, my beautiful child.

I suppose I recognized in you
something that I had

tried so very hard to kill
within myself.

Because I felt like a monster.

Oh.

I'm so, so sorry.

Tomorrow, when the fog lifts,

I'll also be gone.

But before I go,

please forgive me, Cheryl.

Forgive me my trespasses.

I beg of you.

By morning,
the fog had completely
dissipated...

bestowing upon some of us
a sense of clarity.

Hey, Fangs. It's Kev.

Listen, sorry I didn't
make it last night.

I was just calling to say
that after a night
of reflection

and taking stock,

if you and Toni wanna discuss
joint custody,

just amongst ourselves,
I'd be open to that.

Oh.

You're open to that?

I am.

The world's a scary place,
and there's safety in numbers.
So, I'd be willing to.

Yes.

Kevin...

whatever epiphany
you had last night,

I had one, too.

I don't wanna be half a dad.

And I want my son

to be raised with an integrity
that I'm not sure
that you possess.

I mean, the fact that you're
even waffling about Percival--

That's not fair.

I'll see you in court, Kevin.

Until then, watch your back.

Jay?

Bring me some butcher paper,
string, and masking tape.

I need to wrap something up.

Oh, brother.

Now what?

Welcome to Riverdale Today.
I am your host, Alice Cooper.

Today, I have the pleasure
of chatting with Riverdale's
new mayor,

Percival Pickens.

Alice is saying that Percival
is Riverdale's new mayor.

Welcome, Mr. Mayor.

What? How?

Tabitha broke it down
for me after the broadcast.

Apparently, while the rest
of us were waiting
for the fog to lift,

The Council of Four,
minus Tabitha, met,
dissolved itself,

and appointed Percival mayor...

How the hell did he do this?

...collecting enough
signatures to ratify
the Council's endorsement.

So, Percival wants to be Mayor.
Like Hiram.

God help us all.

Mayor isn't his ultimate goal.
It's just a stepping stone.

To what?

All hail Dictator Pickens.

And thank you so much
for joining us and wishing
Riverdale a good morning.

Well, so much for our coup.

How did we not see this coming?

How do we stop this guy?

Jughead, when I told you
that I couldn't stop the bomb
from going off

under Archie's bed...

I lied.

I did stop it.

And you didn't
lose your hearing.

But you also didn't develop
your ability to read minds.

And because of that,
Percival won.

Nuclear winter in every
scenario that I played out.

Every scenario?

How many did you see?

One-thousand-
three-hundred-eighty-four.

All of our powers play
a part in the final battle.

But yours is especially
threatening to Percival's,

because it's
the closest to his.

He can control minds,
you can read them.

You're on the same continuum.

Okay, so we don't go back
in time to stop the bomb. I...

I get it. I'll accept it.

There's something else.

What you overheard me
thinking about last night,

about being afraid
to lose someone...

that wasn't about Pop.

That was about me?

In every scenario...

you die.

And we... we beat him?

- Twice.
- Twice?

Out of 1384 times?

That's grim.

Your death is...

fixed.

I have been wrestling
with whether
or not to tell you.

I have been wrestling...

Hey, hey.

Come on.

It's okay. We'll beat him.

Sadly...

it's not the first time
I've been destined to die.

Just don't give up hope, 'cause that...

that would kill me.

- Okay.
- Come on.

What a surreal
24 hours.

Yeah,
what a surreal year.

But, Betty, this could finally
be some good news for us.

And no matter what,
like I said, I'm here.

Feeling closer to you
than I ever have.

You ready?

Come on.