Riverdale

- Previously on Riverdale: -What were you doing in there?

I was... praying.

My team's been investigating Edgar Evernever for quite some time now.

We had someone on the inside.

Someone tasked with getting close to Edgar.

My mother is an FBI informant?

Charles, what if that means she's been found out?

You should go to Stonewall Prep, Jug.

Look me in the eye and tell me

you don't wanna go to a school that recognizes your talent.

Hey. Are you Forsythe?

Yeah.

Bret Weston Wallis.

Mr. Chipping asked me to roll out the red carpet.

The Lodge name is tainted.

But my mother's maiden name, Gomez? I think I could work with that.

But I did see Edgar. And, Betty, he's armed.

Edgar's digging in. He's getting ready for war.

Sit your butt down and don't move.

You need to chill out, okay?

Nothing happened.

-Everything all right, Munroe? -Anything but.

Malcolm's been hanging out at Wipeout Arcade.

So?

That place is crawling with dealers and fiends,

and I don't want him getting mixed up in that.

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

We are. I still plan on it. But...

life kind of threw me a curveball.

But you're right.

It feels like it's time.

Found it.

Oh.

Well, we are certainly not in Riverdale High anymore.

Welcome to the Dead Poets Society.

Not a bad coop, boy.

Okay, kid. Let's go find the vending machine.

I'll buy you some Triple Bubble.

You still okay with this?

Yeah.

I'm just gonna miss you, that's all.

Well, you better take your breaks from me while you can, Cooper.

'Cause you and I are in this for the long haul, okay?

I don't know what happened.

I thought I wanted to sign the document

and officially change my name to Veronica Gomez, but...

in the moment, I just couldn't do it.

If it didn't feel right, it didn't feel right.

I still wanna do it.

I just need to figure out who I'm going to be.

And you will. In the meantime, you wanna come with me to the gym?

I'm meeting with Ms. Weiss about turning the place into a community center.

Of course.

Do we need to leave now?

I mean, we got some time.

Jughead?

Moose.

What the hell?

It's good to see you.

Actually, it's, uh... It's Marmaduke now.

Marmaduke.

Wait, are you my roommate? What are you doing here, dude?

After my dad was arrested for impersonating the Gargoyle King,

it, uh... kind of blew up my life, my family.

Everything. I kind of had a nervous breakdown.

Ended up in a facility for a couple months.

-Oh, man... -When I got out,

we decided it'd be better if I started someplace new,

someplace fresh.

So, I took a year off and came here to play football and start over.

Well, are you feeling any better?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I-- I-- You know, I feel like a person again.

Like this-- This darkness is off me.

But please just keep this between us, okay?

If some of these guys got a whiff of who I was...

No. Your secret is safe with me, Marmaduke.

Thanks, man.

And we'll need to be especially tight-lipped around Bret.

You rang?

Forsythe, welcome.

-Lovely to see you again. -Yeah, you, too.

I see you've met our roommate.

Uh, yeah, Marmaduke and I were just getting acquainted.

Well, it's about time for seminar. Did you do the reading?

Munroe and I will group the kids for boxing and MMA lessons

-according to age. -Keep the gym open until 10,

so kids like my brother have a place to hang after school

and keep them off the streets before they go home.

Well, that all sounds wonderful.

I just want you to be aware of how much work this will actually entail.

What about school, Archie?

Mr. Keller will be here during the day.

Archie, when was the last time the gym had a safety inspection?

If this is really gonna be a community center,

there are updates you'll have to do.

At minimum, adding a second bathroom.

Oh, that sounds expensive.

We'll figure it out, Mom.

You're just in time.

Thanks to your friend Kevin's intel,

I've had this derelict motel under 24-hour surveillance.

According to city records, it's owned by one of Edgar's followers.

And... look who's answering the front door.

Great. If we know where they are, then what are we waiting for?

-Have you ever heard of Waco, Betty? - Charles.

Check this out.

The Farm's been getting pizza deliveries every day about the same time.

We've got an agent in disguise about to make a delivery as we speak.

Yeah? Who are you?

Sorry, I got lost. Pizza delivery. Ten cheese, ten pepperoni.

You're not our guy.

- Go! Take him! -

Get him.

What was that?

Hurry up, come on.

Echo, this is Charlie, do you read me? Echo, do you read me?

Charles, is that you?

Sending someone in with a wire, you're usually more clever than that.

I know all your secrets.

Don't send anyone else in,

or their blood will also be on your hands.

Wait to hear from me.

There goes your Nana Rose again.

I swear, it's like every night.

It's like she scratching inside the walls.

Nana Rose is a restless spirit.

Babe...

it worries me, leaving the twins alone with her while we're at school.

Maybe we should hire a caretaker for her.

And have a stranger living amongst us? Sticking their noses into our business?

Absolutely not.

We're all doing just fine.

Nana.

Nana.

Are you okay?

Penelope, there you are.

Thank heavens.

I thought I saw the triplets burning in the fire.

Nana, it's me, Cheryl.

And Juniper and Dagwood, the twins,

are sleeping soundly in the nursery.

I'm looking at around 40 grand to pay for the renovations that the gym needs.

I hate to say it again, but I could just lend you the money.

No, Ronnie, I don't wanna take any more handouts.

I wanna work for it. I just need to figure out what that work can be.

We could host a charity concert.

We could have a bake sale.

You're gonna have to sell a lot of cupcakes.

Now, hold on. I think B's on to something.

Not a bake sale, per se, but...

looking at you four strapping young men,

there's another classic way to raise money.

Thank you.

Great work, Reginald.

Every suburban housewife in the county is spreading the word

about our sudsy fundraiser.

What can I say? I have a deep fan base.

Yes, you do.

-What's the haul, Ronnie? -A little over 4.

Grand? That's great.

Hundred, Archie.

I think I overestimated the financial pull of your pectorals.

Hey! We're just getting started.

Maybe we can do a Magic Mike Night at La Bonne Nuit.

Or, dare I say...

you boys go The Full Monty?

We'll figure something out. We always do.

Oh, my God, Mom. I was so worried.

No, Betty. It's me, Edgar.

-How did you get my mom's phone? -

I suspected we had a pretender in our midst.

When I started cutting people's fingers off,

your mother admitted to me it was her.

I have a list of demands.

I'm listening.

I need $250,000...

passports for each and every one of my followers,

food, water and a bus

for transport.

Why did you call me? Why didn't you call Charles?

Because I think you'll have a better chance convincing him than I will.

You have five hours.

Charles, I just heard from Edgar.

"My mother has asked me to help her with the turkey

and I wonder, vaguely, when she'll die."

Discussion is open. What is everyone's take on Bret's story?

In a word, "astonishing."

Yeah, agreed. It's brilliant.

Thank you, Jonathan.

-What did you think, roomie? -Yeah, it was good.

It was good?

Got a real Harold Bloom here.

Don't hold back, Jones. I'm a big boy. I can take it.

To be honest...

it wasn't really my taste.

I thought it was, uh, Salinger-derivative.

Thank you for that constructive criticism, Forsythe.