Riverdale

Previously on Riverdale...

Thank you for agreeing to help me.

If I could go undercover, I would.

Have you ever experienced the loss of a loved one?

My brother Jason.

Memories are often painful.

But they don't have to be.

Well, I'm done being your mole.

Okay. Well, you should stop going to the Farm before Edgar catches on to you.

I'm still going to go.

Is the reason you're so obsessed with the Farm

because they let you talk to Charles?

Yes. I see my son.

Tell me. What do you want to know?

Everything.

Start from the beginning.

Ricky, listen to me, you don't want to do this.

If I don't do this, the Gargoyles, they won't protect me.

Jug, Mad Dog was right.

I saw Gargoyles coming in and out like they own the place.

That must be where Kurtz is doing his cooking.

I'm ready to ascend.

Are you?

Elio hooked me up with a house on the Northside.

So, what? You have to fight for him?

Come on, man. You saw that place.

Terry, I'm getting close to the clearing.

I don't see any...

Poor Baby Teeth.

Brandon Morris was his real name. We ID'ed him from his prints.

First glance,

very similar to how you found Ben and Dilton.

But I don't know.

I need your help, son, please.

Yeah, of course.

These blue lips are the same.

Markings on his back are the same, too.

But his missing teeth, that's the twist.

This might be a copycat killer.

I mean, it could be the same guy

that went after Ben and Dilton,

but they were willing participants.

Baby Teeth struggled.

Maybe the brutality of his death was the message.

Like a warning that he's back

and he's angry.

The Gargoyle King?

The real one.

You already know who I am, Betty.

No.

I don't have a clue.

I've done a deep-dive on the Internet,

and there's no record of anyone named Edgar Evernever.

Many years ago,

I was a very different man.

My life was in tatters, so I left it behind

and I walked in the desert to die.

Till I stumbled upon a tree on a hill beside a farm.

I was in Death's clutches.

And somehow I stumbled to the door of that farm,

and I knocked.

When I awoke, I was in a white room.

I was being tended to by a kind, elderly farmer.

And I said, "How can I repay you?"

So she put me to work on her farm.

I ploughed those fields, and I sowed them with seed,

and I watched them grow into something beautiful.

I felt reborn.

After that, I made it my sacred duty

to open my own farm,

where I could welcome lost souls wandering in the darkness.

It's a nice story,

but it doesn't explain how you've convinced my mom

that she can see her dead son.

Here we strive

to create a safe place

where wounded people can heal

and become the best versions of themselves.

But, first,

they must open themselves to that process.

No, but really, how does my mom see her dead son?

Do you have someone dress up like Charles?

All right, boys, bring it in.

Look, I know you're all pissed about Baby Teeth...

Damn right.

And his killer will be caught.

I swear to you.

But, in the meantime,

we honor our fallen brother.

How the hell do we do that?

I'm dedicating my next match to Baby Teeth.

No one asked you, Mad Dog.

Why are you even here?

Because Baby Teeth was my brother, too.

Wait, Mad Dog, what match?

Did Elio already hook you up with one?

There's a boxing tournament this weekend called the Gilded Gloves.

I was gonna fight to win.

But now, I'm gonna fight to win and honor Baby Teeth.

How's your boxing career these days, Archie?

Your pal Elio is organizing a boxing event called the Gilded Gloves.

Brawny young men, shirtless and in shorts, go on.

I was thinking, maybe you could help get the El Royale crew a spot in the tournament.

The guys could use a win, or at least a boost

after what happened to Baby Teeth.

Let me see what I can do.

Good morning, my dear Riverdale High constituents and comrades.

A lot of you have been asking about the Farm's Student Advocacy group.

Well, here'e the skinny.

Sign up sheets are posted throughout the school.

The club is open to all students.

Where the one become many, and the many become one.

So uncap those pens,

sharpen those pencils, and sign up.

A little birdie told me it's what all the cool kids are doing.

Invasion of the Body Snatchers continues.

So, let me get this straight,

the reason Cheryl is all-in on the Farm

is that she gets to see and talk to Jason?

Yeah.

My mom's entirely convinced that she's seeing and talking to Charles,

her long-lost son.

What if you prove that Charles was dead?

I mean, your mom's lost touch with reality,

so maybe the best way to snap her out of her delusions

is with a harsh dose of truth.

Like, prove that Charles is dead.

Or basically anything that will refute these fantasies

that Edgar Evernever is spinning.

No, unfortunately, I only have a name, Charles Smith.

He was raised in the Sisters of Quiet Mercy,

but they turned him out when he was 18.

Well, I appreciate you trying.

Betty.

Whatever the Farm did with Cheryl,

I'm holding you responsible.

How the hell did my girlfriend become Queen of the Farmies overnight?

It's Edgar.

He is a con artist.

He's somehow convinced my mom and Cheryl

that they can,

uh, talk to the dead.

Excuse me?

Cheryl thinks she's been talking to Jason.

She says she sees him.

But Jason's dead.

Everybody knows that Jason's dead.

True.

And there's proof that Jason's dead,

that he was murdered.

What are you talking about?

Uh...

I'm going to send you a video, Toni,

of Clifford Blossom shooting Jason.

I kept a copy of it on my laptop.

Show it to Cheryl,

and hopefully it will be enough to snap her back into reality.

Oh, hold on. Will you give me a second?

I think this is my dad.

Hello.

Veronica Lodge, don't suppose I need to tell you

this is a men's steam room.

I came to talk business.

I want to get in on the Gilded Gloves.

You don't know the first thing about boxing.

Hmm. You'd be surprised by what I know

about hot, shirtless, muscular bruisers.

Starting with Archie Andrews.

If memory serves,

he almost beat your prizefighter, Randy Ronson.

Archie's a bum,

and bums have no place in my tournament.

Now get the hell out of my steam room.

Fine.

But remember this.

Remember I tried to keep things civil.

He suffered a myriad of traumas,

but our good friend here died from loss of blood.

From the pulling of his teeth,

which occurred pre-mortem.

There's one more ghoulish detail I discovered during the autopsy.

There was something lodged in his throat.

What the hell is that?

A matchbook from the Maple Club.

I thought I'd seen the true face of evil.

But this,

whoever did this isn't even human.

Any idea how one of your matchbooks ended up in Baby Teeth's throat?

Well, they are complimentary to all of our guests.

We don't recommend they ingest them.

I do recall this young man being here a few nights ago.

He was here with some friends.

Ex-cons, but charming.

Anyway, this Baby Teeth

left the Maple Club with a grin on his face,

and alive.

My girl Rosemary fulfilled his fantasy.

What on Eve's Earth?

All right, okay.

Hey!