Riverdale

Forget art imitating life.

Here we had a case of art imitating death.

The snuff film that showed Jason Blossom

being murdered by dear old dad...

in a bizarre recreation of it.

Months of static shots of houses, now this.

Why change the pattern?

Our Voyeur is trying to recreate himself into an auteur.

No longer satisfied with merely documenting our daily lives, it seems.

Between this tape and the one of Betty killing me,

it seems like he's trying to painstakingly recreate our deaths.

Or near deaths.

He's trying to blur the line between fact and fiction.

Is it a warning?

- Could be a rehearsal. - For what?

An actual murder.

So our auteur got a copy of the Jason Blossom murder video and then...

pulls a Gus Van Sant and tries to remake it?

Where did he get the original video though?

Blue Velvet Video.

Is there anything else we can do at this point?

Wait for another tape.

Keep going through the videos that

we confiscated from the Scarlet Suite.

Okay, well, I'm gonna have to let you two fellows handle that

because I have to finish proofing the yearbook tonight.

The most high school thing you've ever said.

Here it is, Mr. Honey.

Riverdale High's yearbook as requested.

There will be no yearbook this year, Ms. Cooper.

Sorry, what? Why?

The deadline for the printers was two days ago.

Yes, but I called the printers

and they said if we give it to them this afternoon,

the yearbooks would be ready by graduation.

Yes, but I told you that I would need to approve every page.

And I will not be able to do that by this afternoon.

I pulled all-nighters to get this done

and because I'm two days late,

you're punishing all of my classmates?

How is that fair?

I'm sorry, Ms. Cooper,

but my decision is final.

- Hello? - Is this Forsythe Pendleton Jones?

Depends who's asking.

My name is Dina Letum.

I'm the admissions coordinator at the University of Iowa.

Do you have a moment to talk about your application?

Breaking news, everybody.

So the University of Iowa

has one of the best writing programs in the country.

I applied for spring,

but then they told me they could take me as early as fall.

You're a good writer, bro.

Wait.

So this acceptance is conditional?

Yeah. They require additional materials,

which means I need another story.

But this could be my redemption after that whole Stonewall hell.

The only problem is

the well of my creative unconscious is tapped out.

Well, you could write a monster story about Mr. Honey.

I am proud of you though, Jug.

What did he do?

Honey is refusing to publish the yearbook.

Our legacy.

The written record of our last four years.

Our friendships, our loves, clubs, dances.

Bee, if it's about money, I'm happy to help pay for the printing.

Thank you, Vee, but it's... the principal of it.

Mr. Honey has been on our case since day one.

Do you remember when he threatened us on our first day back?

And how many of us are already banned from going to prom?

Fangs, Reggie, Toni and I are all banned because of Ticklegate.

And I'm out because of that bogus

quiz show cheating scandal.

Lest we not forget my transcendent rendition of Cherry Bomb

which got Veronica, the Vixens and myself

barred from the promenade.

So, literally the only people going to prom are...

- You wanna go to prom with me, Jug? - Oh, I'd be honored.

But I'm not putting out.

Let the fan fiction begin.

Cousin Betty, I share your outrage.

Something must be done to stop this heinous villain.

Like what? Every time we make a move against him,

he hits us back.

He's not letting Archie walk with the rest of us at graduation.

He's a fiend.

Although, one thing that would stop Mr. Honey...

is if we killed him.

Or scared him enough to leave town.

I mean, it would be so easy.

Mr. Honey works late on Tuesdays.

He usually leaves around 9:00.

Yeah, but wouldn't he recognize us?

Good point, Arch.

Okay, let's say we wear bunny masks

and Stonewall Prep jackets.

I could sneak up and knock him out.

Take him down.

Then we tie him up and stuff him into the trunk of a car.

What do you say, Reggie?

Can we borrow Bella for this?

After the way Honey trashed her on Halloween night?

Bella!

What happened to my car?

Such a shame when someone disrespects your property, isn't it?

Hell yeah.

Where the hell do we take him?

My family still owns that cabin in Fox Forest.

Then we take him there and make him think he's gonna die.

And I know just the way we can do that.

Veronica, do you remember when we maple-boarded my monster of a mumsie?

We're letting you go,

but you're leaving town tonight.

And if you don't, we'll keep doing this.

And we won't stop until you're dead.

You're insane.

Fine. More syrup please, then we'll start digging his grave.

No, no, no.

At least that's one way we could get our revenge.

We could do that, for sure.

Or we could pull off a classic senior prank,

the likes of which will never be forgotten.

And I've got just the one for Mr. Honey.

It's an oldie, but a goodie.

Miss Bell, could you come in here?

Miss Bell!

Looks like we won this round.

Maybe.

Though I still think we should've killed him.

Jug, what are you doing?

I'm writing a new story for Iowa.

You gave me the idea actually.

It's called Killing Mr. Honey.

Great title.

It's perfect. I get to write something

for my Iowa submission while simultaneously working out

our collective revenge fantasy against Mr. Honey.

I printed some pages on your night table if you wanna read.

Kidnapping Mr. Honey was supposed to be a joke, a prank.

Payback for how he terrorized them all year long.

Where are his glasses?

Crap, they must've fallen along the way.

No one was supposed to die.

I can barely see without my glasses.

So you might as well take those ridiculous masks off.

Shut the hell up.

I know exactly who you are, Mr. Mantle.

Mr. Andrews and Mr. Jones.

And clearly you've partnered with Ms. Lodge,

Ms. Blossom and of course...

Ms. Cooper.

Yo, what the hell are you doing?

He said he knew who we were.

Actually, I didn't know, Mr. Mantle.

I suspected it.

But thanks to your stupidity,

my suspicions have been confirmed.

Dude, he played you like a cheap violin.

You just blew our cover, you idiot.

You think that's funny?

You think you're better than me?

- Reggie! - Hey, Reggie!

Come on, come on. Just stop it.

- You're gonna kill him. Stop it, Reggie. - All right.

Tell me, Mr. Mantle,

is that what your father does to you?

Hey, shut up! Hey, Reggie!

We're leaving you now, Mr. Honey,

but we'll be back soon.

And you shut your damn mouth or we're gonna let him back in.

Wow, that's dark.

Is it too dark?

No, I love it.

Well, duty calls.

Charles wants us to meet him at his office.

Is there any way you can take point on that?

I wanna continue working on this.

Sure.

Once Mr. Honey was secure at the cabin,

we took shifts watching him.

Cheryl was up first.

Have one of you found them? My glasses?

TBH, I don't know.

It's not too late, Ms. Blossom.

You can make this right.

We are making it right.

By kidnapping me.

How do you think this ends?

Betty and Jughead have a plan.

Huh.

Well, I've never taken you to be a follower.

Yes. Well,

you have given us something we've never had before.

A common enemy.

You were cruel to me, Mr. Honey.

You barred me and all of my Vixens from prom.

You locked Ms. Appleyard in her office.