Previously on Riverdale:
Isn't this what the Serpents would do?
- Why'd you do it? - Cause some chaos.
- Hiram Lodge asked you to start a mutiny. - It's an eviction notice.
My 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 poker game at Pop's.
Poppa Poutine was found dead in his hotel room, shot in the back of the head.
Good night, Chic. You're safe here.
- He has to go. - I threw you out once, I'll do it again.
I want all of you tonight.
Is Chic home?
Mom?
- What happened? - No, no, no. Don't come closer.
Don't touch anything. He tried to hurt me, and Chic, your brother...
- No. What are you doing? - I'm calling the police.
- No. Don't do that. - Mom, there's a man on our floor.
The police will take Chic away. I won't let that happen again.
Well, if it was self-defense...
- It was self-defense, right? - Yes, it was.
- But it won't matter. - What do we do?
- Go to your room. You didn't see anything. - Mom, let me help you.
No, it's better if you're not involved.
- It's Dad. - Don't answer.
- What if he...? - Yes, you're right. Answer.
Just act like everything's normal.
Hi, Dad, what's up?
- Okay, see you in a bit. - Please tell me he's not coming here.
He needs toiletries, but 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 with a Glock 34.
It wasn't Mr. Lodge. 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 or driver?
Not that I can think of.
Hello? Betty?
Betty.
- Alice. - Hal.
- Dad. - Oh, where's Chic?
Upstairs in his room, resting.
- What's that smell? - Bleach. I spilled tomato soup.
I didn't want it to stain.
It must've been a lot, because it smells like a hospital here.
Do you want me to get the toiletries?
Jug, what's up?
Nothing, I was just calling to say good night.
And, uh...
I love you.
- Your dad's gone. Hurry up. - Jug, uh, I gotta go. See you tomorrow.
- What if someone looks for him? - People go missing every day.
- But what if he has a family? - He didn't strike me as the type.
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 any time soon.
Good. He was a coward.
I was thinking maybe I should take a page from your book, sit-down with McCoy.
Now that we know Hiram Lodge is responsible 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 would have to go to war eventually.
There is, of course, another option.
At Spence, I was secretary-general of the Model UN.
Before declaring war, we'd try to negotiate a settlement.
Now, if I could broker a détente 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. Clean anything 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?
Good 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? - I thought we had a really nice night,
and then you hung up on me, so I kind of got nervous.
Maybe you thought we were moving too fast...
- or 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? - Define manage.
People will lose their homes.
Why don't you come with your dad and sit down with my dad,
and hash this out like civilized humans?
Okay.
One condition. Your dad comes to Sunnyside Trailer Park.
I want him to see the people he'll displace.
Fine. And trust me, no one is being displaced.
My God. Did you hear? My dad's scanner's blowing up.
The police found another dead body. 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 it was a gruesome execution at the motel.
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.
No sooner do I feel like I'm in a good place,
some terrible thing happens, and somebody dies,
and I'm back in the place of, "What if my father's behind this?"
Making matters worse, I've now dragged you
- into this Martin Scorsese nightmare. - I chose to be with you. To help you.
- Archie, I can't handle the not knowing... - 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 all were or are town land. You control them.
The drive-in was shut down.
As was Southside High. Now the trailer park is in jeopardy?
Can't you feel the invisible hand of Hiram Lodge 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's 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 aggressive, gauge his reaction, see what he says.
If I ask him anything about it, he'll be suspicious.
Come on. 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 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 his time came the same night as my daughter's confirmation.
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 wanna overstep...
but you may wanna clarify things with your daughter
just to give her peace of mind.
Honey, perfect timing. We're about to have dinner.
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...
Did 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... - Why would you go back there?
To make sure that no one could see him from the trail.
Give that to me before someone tracks it here.
No, I turned off the GPS. And you're missing the point here, okay?
Chic lied 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.
Keep this up, you'll get us caught.
He's the one who will get us caught by not telling us everything.
That the person in the sewer pipe was a drug dealer?
Frankly, I'm relieved. A transient like that?
- It means no one is looking for him. - Um, I hate to break it to you,
- but drug dealers have families. - What's done is done, Elizabeth.
The family 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. - You believed him?
I did, yeah.
I do.
Mr. Lodge did tell me there was bad blood between Poppa Poutine
- and some other guy named Lenny. - Lenny Kowalski?
Yeah. I guess Poutine owed him a lot of money.
Eighty-six thousand dollars in gambling debt or something.
Lenny Kowalski.
Let me look into it.
Thank you for agreeing to discuss this misunderstanding.
- There's no mis... - 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.
We got people scared they'll lose their home.
I heard about that.
Though it has nothing to do with me, I spoke to Mayor McCoy.
As a gesture of good will to the Southside community,
I'd like to settle any back rent you or your neighbors owe the town.
- Now, what do you want in return? - Peace in the land.
Hmm.
It's a deal.
There's one thing. Mayor McCoy tells me there's some exposé you're working on.
In exchange for my offer, I'd appreciate it if you kept my name out of it.
Sound fair?
- That sounds a lot like a bribe. - Heh.
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 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.
- Absolutely not! - You are part of that.
No, I am not.
You're letting a school get in the way...
I'm not doing this anymore. This is crazy.
I am this close to telling that Jones boy everything,
and it'll be worse for you than for me.
Mayor McCoy.
Wait, what just happened?
Given the hatchet job Jughead is writing about us,
we feel it's best to accelerate our timetable.
Yes, we told Sierra we might have to announce our plans for Southside High.
Typical Sierra, she refused and demanded that we wait until after she's re-elected.
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 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.
- 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...
- Hello? Uh... - Who the hell is this?
- I found this phone. - Cut the crap.
You're the slut he's been whoring with. You're why he's been missing.
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 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?
Been there since day before yesterday. Neighbor complained.
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 get a ticket.
How fast can you hotwire 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.
A couple times, I looked the other way.
- But they can't take you down for that. - 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 contract.
Archie.
Poutine did not owe Lenny Kowalski anything close to $86,000.
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.
A nice, happy ending.
You and your father will be safe.
I don't believe you'll leave us alone.
I think you'll do anything you can to destroy Hiram Lodge,
- even if it means destroying us. - 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 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 is resigning.
- 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, I gotta go. Chic texted me. He's at home with my dad.
This is about your father.
I'm onto you.
Your game isn't gonna work with me. Where's my grandfather's watch?
- What are you doing? - Is that in here?
- I thought you moved out. - I did, but I had a change of heart,
and I was feeling like it was time for me to move back and get answers from him.
But your brother can't seem to look me in the eyes.
- That's because you're terrifying him. - Oh, I'm terrifying him.
- Yeah. - Come on, Betty.
What is going on here? Why does it stink of bleach?
And where is the dining room rug?
I think she sent it out to get cleaned.
- Oh, what about the lamp there? - Why are you interrogating us?
Because something is going on in this house.
This kid is doing what? Turning tricks? They're coming through the house.
Who knows what they're stealing and pawning off?
Speak up. What have your pals taken...?
- Get away from him, or I will call Mom! - Think I care?
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?
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.
- What would you have told them? - They asked me to plant a bug.
- A bug. - I smashed it with a hammer.
This agent threatened my dad because I haven't given up information,
- and I don't think he'll 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 more dangerous than you are at this point.
Is that his name? Adams?
Arthur Adams, yes.
And 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.
Just give me 24 hours. I'll make calls and get back to you.
I really didn't tell him anything, Mr. Lodge, about anything.
And I believe you.
Now go. Wait to hear from me.
Oh, and Archie?
Tell your father everything's gonna be fine.
Dad was here.
He was pissed off and asking 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 body and who might come looking for it,
and how many loose ends are out there 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... - Save it. Jughead just told me. All of it.
I won't let 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.
You 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, and 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 omertàis, Archie?
It's our code of silence. It states that there is no worse,
no more cowardly crime than snitching.
Mrs. Lodge, I...
would never, ever do anything to betray your family, I swear.
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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