Riverdale

Previously onRiverdale...

Jughead?

Moose!

What the hell?

Wait, are you my roommate?

Hermione Lodge, you're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder.

Your own husband's.

Mija, I'm not paying for your crimes.

I told the world what you are.

Deal with it.

I think you'd make an excellent candidate

for the Junior FBI Training Program.

So are you warming up to our half-brother now?

Yeah. Kind of.

I'm just glad that Charles was there for you.

Didn't we say we were gonna turn this place into a community center?

Feels like it's time.

No one is safe here.

Is that really the town that you want to invest in?

You're not actually considering fighting crime in those tights, are you?

Of course not.

I'm going to need a mask.

They say every town gets the hero it deserves.

Riverdale's was Archie Andrews.

High school athlete by day,

would-be crime fighter by night.

Patrolling the shadows of Sketch Alley,

down by the Southside Docks,

where Archie's community center is.

You wouldn't want to be caught there too long after dark.

That's when the rats came out.

- Here. - Stay away from me.

All in all,

not an auspicious second outing

for Riverdale's dark-suited vigilante.

And speaking of crime-fighting...

Kev, what are your after-school plans?

Cruising the bathrooms at Sheds and Royal.

Perfect.

Then you can join me for my first Junior FBI class.

The one that your hot half-brother is teaching?

Yes.

I asked Charles if you could enroll,

and he said everyone's welcome.

Remind me, is your brother gay or straight?

I actually have no idea,

but seniors from a bunch of different high schools

have signed up, so who knows?

Maybe you'll meet a cute, gay FBI agent-in-training.

I'm in.

When and where?

Seems that the District Attorney

is pinning her entire case

on linking you to Hiram's would-be murderer,

- Tall Boy Petite. - Which is absurd.

I mean, I've never even had any interaction with the man.

Well, there is still the issue of the large sum of money

the police found in your monogrammed Tucci bag

in Tall Boy's apartment.

Obviously, Hiram planted it there to frame me.

FP will testify that he searched Tall Boy's apartment

right after he died.

He'll swear that there was no bag of money in evidence at that time.

This week is insane.

I've got two papers due,

your trial's starting,

Daddy's trial is around the corner.

From what I've heard, the federal prosecutor's

going after your father pretty hard.

Oh, believe me, I know,

I've been meeting with her on the DL.

Goals for this week?

Get Mom out of jail,

and make sure Daddy stays rotting in his.

What you working on?

Same thing as when you drugged me, Donna.

Except this time I actually found something.

I know the Stonewall Four is supposed to be an urban legend,

but when I checked the town paper,

four people had actually gone missing

over the last 30 years.

That's exactly what happened to Moose.

Marmaduke is fine.

He's just busy in basic training.

Look...

We've been texting.

You guys are in for a treat.

Advanced copies of my latest novel.

It doesn't hit stores till Christmas,

so no spoilers.

Wait. Mr. Chipping,

you wrote a Baxter Brothers Mystery?

Were you Franklin P. Paxton?

I am. Well...

It's my nom de plume.

ButThe Secret of the Old Windmillcame out like, what,

decades ago? How's that possible?

I'm merely the latest in a long line of ghostwriters over the decades.

My mind is blown.

Mr. Chipping, I used to love these books when I was a kid.

They were my gateway drug into serious crime fiction.

Well, then you're in luck.

To celebrate the publication ofTen Little Boy Scouts,

Stonewall Prep is throwing me a little wine and cheese,

to which you all are invited,

as are previous ghostwriters.

What's wrong, Pop?

It's a subpoena.

From your father's defense team.

Oh, no.

They're probably gonna ask if you doctored La Bonne Nuit's books

to make my father look guilty.

Which I did.

And I have no regrets about that, Veronica,

you needed the help.

But I cannot place my hand on a Bible and say otherwise.

Let me get into it with the federal prosecutor.

But don't worry, Pop.

I'm not going to let you get caught up in this.

Just when I thought you couldn't possibly go any lower,

you proved me wrong, Daddy.

Pop Tate is a good man.

There is no need to drag him into the mess of your trial.

I'm fighting for my freedom.

And to be clear,

I didn't drag Pop into this, you did.

Because you were extorting me.

You can spare Pop and end this right now, mija.

Come clean to the Feds, admit you framed me.

Hard pass.

Well, then I'll be seeing Pop Tates in court.

And tell your mom good luck on her case.

I'll be rooting for her.

We have a problem.

If Pop takes the stand, he'll tell the truth.

And before you ask, no,

Ms. Federal Prosecutor, I won't tell Pop to lie.

Your father's broken many laws, Veronica,

but those books you provided the FBI,

proving Hiram's guilt,

are at the heart of our case.

Call me as a witness.

I'll testify that I was the one

who tasked Pop with doctoring the books

as a last resort

because my father was extorting me.

Which is the truth.

Once I do that,

I doubt they'll want to spend much time

talking about any books.

Okay.

Meanwhile, good luck with your mother's case.

For our first session, I thought we'd start

right in the deep end of the swimming pool.

With serial killers.

Your half-brother is so hot.

Now, I've put together a little exercise to kick us off.

This is a crime scene

where six victims were found buried along a riverbank

in the Pacific Northwest.

Now, before I start filling in all the details,

any guesses on which one of these men is the murderer?

It's the third man.

That's correct, Betty. How did you know that?

I don't know.

Just intuition.

Okay, then.

Let's try another one.

Which one's the serial killer?

The term "serial killer" is relatively new.

It wasn't until the 1970s

that the phrase "serial murderer" or "serial homicide..."

It's the one in the middle.

Correct again.

Your intuition is like a sixth sense.

Let's go again.

When defining a serial killer,

it usually refers to someone who committed three or...

None of them did it.

Excellent work, Betty.

Not many people have that kind of raw instinct.

You're likeBeautiful Mind, but... for serial killers.

Now, can any of you guess what the murderers all have in common?

Nothing.

Isn't that kind of the point?

Actually, they all have one thing in common.

A specific set of genes.

They discovered that you have the MAOA...

and CDH13 genes.

Also known as...

The serial killer genes.

Hey, Dad.

Have you seen my Baxter Brothers books?

I swear I took them out of the trailer before it burned.

I don't know. I might've have thrown them away.

You threw away my books?

All right, calm down, boy.

Before you accuse me of book burning,

why don't you check the storage room in the basement?

I used to worship these guys.