Riverdale

- Previously on Riverdale: - Ben and I thought it was a game.

But it's not. It's so much more.

- He's real. The Gargoyle King. - Dilton?

Ben. Hey.

Framing Archie for murder, conspiring to keep him locked away?

You don't have a daughter anymore.

We start a version of the Farm.

You're actually buying this Farm crap

that a huckster named Edgar Evernever is selling you.

Oh, my God.

- Betty. - I didn't kill anyone.

But I could've. I have to take responsibility.

I can't put everyone through this again.

I'll take the deal. Your Honor, I'm guilty.

We've all felt it.

The first day of a new school year.

Butterflies in the stomach.

We've all looked around, and wondered,

where will I fit in here?

Who will I sit with at lunch?

Will I even make it till lunch?

Multiply that by a thousand, and that's how Archie Andrews felt

as he was being processed

at the Leopold & Loeb Juvenile Detention Center.

Andrews. Warden wants to see you. Let's go.

It's Shakespeare. Know what it means?

No, sir.

Means you're alone and have no one to blame but yourself.

I read your file.

Besides killing that boy at Shadow Lake...

I'm told you have an affinity for music.

We have a music room.

No one uses it, but it's there.

I keep an orderly house, Mr. Andrews.

Respect that, and we'll get on just fine.

- You understand? - Yes, sir.

I just got off the phone with the warden at juvenile hall.

He says Archie's been processed.

- He's okay. - Oh, thank God.

Yeah.

They got a line on those three thugs that gave false testimony against him.

I'm friends with the sheriff at Shadow County.

He found a campfire in the deep woods.

Archie's in jail, and these cretins are basically camping.

Not for long. We'll make sure of that.

Meanwhile I'll keep the home fires burning at Riverdale High

so everyone knows my Archiekins will be back in time for Homecoming.

And everything will be just as he left it.

Dr. Patel kept Betty overnight for observation,

but it was just a precaution.

Did he say what caused the seizure?

They ran tests, but he suspects it's just good old-fashioned stress.

Oh, Betty. I was up all night with the twins.

- We were so worried about you. - You were worried about me?

And Juniper and Dagwood? Are they all right?

Okay, here we go again.

Juniper and Dagwood are napping. They're fine.

Why wouldn't they be?

Um, because I saw you and Mom throw the twins into a giant bonfire last night.

Right, that's enough.

The only thing burning last night was the hibachi in the backyard.

- We made skewers with friends. - From the Farm?

Yeah, as a matter of fact.

You must've had a hallucination while you had the seizure.

It was so real.

Sweetheart.

My God.

- Dilton is dead? - Yeah.

And Ben from the drive-in? He's barely hanging on.

Doctors don't know when, or if, he's even gonna wake up.

Sheriff Minetta asked me to keep it hush-hush for the families,

but, Betty, what I saw was...

- What, Jug? - It was like a ritual site.

Their lips were blue.

There were chalices, that were filled with poison or something.

Animal bones were in a circle. The tree had markings on it.

There was a winged totem, with a skull and branches.

Was it a murder or a suicide pact gone wrong?

I have no idea. I saw Ben and Dilton.

Playing a weird game at Pop's.

Dilton was raving about someone called the Gargoyle King.

I was also thinking that maybe you and I could investigate this together.

For old times' sake. Or at least until we catch a new lead with Archie's case.

I like that idea.

I'll try to see if Dr. Curdle can get us into the coroner's office.

Have more romantic words ever been spoken?

No.

You bunk with Mad Dog.

Hey.

I'm Archie. You're Mad Dog, right?

How long you been in?

- Listen, since we're cellmates... - Nice shoes.

I'd keep them tied real tight.

Mr. Weatherbee? As Archie's girlfriend, and former running mate,

I wanted to let you know I'm stepping in as interim student body president.

Sorry, someone else already petitioned to be president.

- Just this morning. - What? Who did?

Cheryl, what do you think you're doing, trying to steal Archie's presidency?

Who would you have lead us through these dark times?

Ethel Muggs? I saw the poor girl earlier.

She was fuguing about a winged creature

- that was after her. - Actually...

I thought I'd keep Archie's seat warm.

Why? When JFK was shot, Jackie O. didn't become president.

Lyndon B. Johnson did.

And then he lead us into Vietnam.

I'm just saying.

Her man's in the big house, Cheryl. Give her a break.

I get it. And I sympathize, up to a point.

But let's be reals, Veronica.

I need this presidency for college applications

a lot more than Archie.

You mind if I sit?

I'm Slash.

Who gave you that ink?

- Looks fresh. - FP Jones did.

His son, Jughead, made me a Serpent. Said I could hang out with you guys.

You're no Serpent, Archie.

Joaquin. What the hell are you doing in juvie?

Didn't you hear? I came to town to help Fangs escape,

stuck around.

Got hauled in during Riot Night.

I know this guy, Slash. He's Mr. Clean-Cut, All-American.

You're Jughead's pal, not a Serpent.

You have to earn our trust and protection, with a test of loyalty.

See that Ghoulie?

I want you to go up to him...

and shiv him.

Don't worry about the guards. We pay them to turn a blind eye.

Do that, and then we'll have your back, huh?

You're kidding, right?

Not gonna happen, bro.

I don't need your protection that bad.

Nice shoes.

Dr. Curdle?

- Oh. You're not... - I'm his son.

We spoke over the phone earlier. I took over after my father passed away.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Do you have the money?

The toxicology report revealed

lethal levels of cyanide in Mr. Doiley's blood.

I surmise the surviving boy didn't drink enough to finish the job.

Dr. Curdle, if you had to guess, murder or suicide?

Well, the body did show signs of stress.

Three symbols carved out on his back. Runic, I'd say.

Mind if I get a shot of this?

What caused, uh... the blue lips?

The cyanide was mixed into a sugary drink called Fresh-Aid.

Blueberry-flavored.

There's something dimly familiar about this.

But you asked me before if I thought this was murder,

or suicide.

I'm not sure what it is, but whatever it is,

it's darker than what happened to Jason Blossom,

or what the Black Hood did.

No, what we're looking at here, I believe,

is the true face of evil.

- What's up, guys? - You don't remember us?

Should I? Have we met before?

We were at the drag race the day you called the cops on us.

We're in because of you.

Ghoulies.

Crap.

Look, I don't want any trouble. I'm sorry.

Neither do we. We just want your shoes.

What?

Don't touch his face.

Why are you sitting that way?

I'm just a little sore, Ronnie.

Sore from what?

Working out. There's an amazing gym.

Uh-huh.

And where are your shoes?

The warden took them when I got here, with my other clothes.

- That makes no sense. - Ronnie.

Talk to me about school.

What am I missing? How's the speakeasy coming?

It's coming.

What's it like, being president in my place?

Hi, I'm checking in on the status of a friend of mine, Ben Button.

Oh. Wait, he's out of the ICU?

That's great.

Uh, what time are your visiting hours?

Uh, thank you.

Hi.

I'm Evelyn. And you're Betty Cooper?

I'm sorry. Do I know you?

Not exactly. We almost met, through your mom and sister.

- They're studying with my dad. - Edgar Evernever.

Yeah. That's right.

Anyway, I go to school here now. I wanted to say hi,

let you know I won't tell anyone about what happened the other night.

- What are you talking about? - Your seizure, of course.

Wait, sorry, you...? You were there?

Your mom invited us over for a cookout, and to burn a few of her things.

How are you feeling?

Uh...

Um...

Uh, you know what, Evelyn? I have to go.

I have to visit a friend in the hospital.

So...