Riverdale

Previously on Riverdale...

The story is about a town, once wholesome and innocent,

now forever changed by the mysterious murder of Jason Blossom

on the 4th of July.

- Can we talk, Ms. Grundy? - About what?

You're the music teacher. Can we talk about music?

We heard what we heard, and afterwards we didn't do anything!

How would we explain why we were together at 6:00 a.m. on the 4th of July?

- Hello, Fred. - Can I get you anything?

- A job. - I can't very well have

wife of Hiram Lodge,

on trial for fraud and embezzlement,

balancing my books.

Oh, Hiram...

Oh, my God, it's Jason. He was shot.

What were you doing down at the river so early on July 4th?

- Working on some songs. - Were you alone?

I saw something at Sweetwater River.

Ms. Grundy's car.

By the river's edge.

It's been a week since the discovery of Jason Blossom's body.

But his death is not the first,

nor would it be the last casualty

that the town of Riverdale would suffer.

The Twilight Drive-In where I work,

my home away from home,

a piece of town history, is closing for good,

just when we needed a place to escape to the most.

With Sheriff Keller knocking on every door

and neighbor suspecting neighbor,

Riverdale, every day that passes, is becoming

more like Salem during the witch trials.

And meanwhile, the girl next door,

our friendly neighborhood Hitchcock blonde, Betty Cooper,

was wrestling with the knowledge

that her best friend, Archie Andrews,

was caught up in a forbidden romance.

"Dear Diary,

Sheriff Keller doesn't know what I know,

that Riverdale High's music teacher, Geraldine Grundy,

was at Sweetwater River the morning Jason Blossom went missing,

and that since Archie was also there,

they could have been there together."

She is incredible.

She's the best.

I'm usually more of a classic rock kind of guy,

but that was beautiful.

Truly.

Congratulations, Ms. Grundy.

Thank you,

both of you for coming.

No, you kidding? Archie, he wouldn't miss it.

I had to beg him to let me come.

Great. I'll see you at school, Ms. Grundy.

Let's go, Dad.

Well, I was thinkin' that, you know,

if you're gonna be alone tonight,

that we could take you out to dinner.

Oh. No, I...

No, I couldn't impose.

After everything you've done for my son, I...

You know, with his music,

it's the least I can do. I insist.

The Drive-In closing

is just one more nail in the coffin that is Riverdale...

No, forget Riverdale,

in the coffin of the American dream.

As the godfather of indie cinema,

Quentin Tarantino, likes to say...

Please, God,

no more Quentin Tarantino references.

What? I'm pissed.

And not just about losing my job.

The Twilight Drive-In should mean something to us.

People should be trying to save it.

In this age of Netflix and VOD,

do people really want to watch a movie in a car?

I mean, who even goes there?

People who want to buy crack.

And cinephiles,

and car enthusiasts.

Right, Bets?

Totally.

Anyway, it's closing

because the town owns it,

but didn't invest in it.

So when an anonymous buyer

made Mayor McCoy an offer, she couldn't refuse...

Anonymous buyer?

What do they have to hide? No one cares.

I do!

Also, you guys should all come to closing night.

I'm thinking

American Graffiti...

Or is that too obvious?

I vote for anything starring Audrey Hepburn.

Or Cate Blanchett.

Or The Talented Mr. Ripley.

Betty, your choices?

Everything okay, B?

Yeah, I'm just thinking. Um...

Maybe Rebel Without a Cause?

Here you go, kids.

Thanks, Mom.

If I would have known Mama Lodge was working

as a waitress at Pop's,

I never would have given Veronica a spot on the Vixens.

It's off-brand, and sends a false message about acceptance.

After her TMZ-style take-down of Chuck,

all the Vixens kind of like Veronica now.

Do they?

Be sure to put all that cash in the register.

You are a Lodge, after all,

and Lodges are known to have sticky fingers.

- Cheryl... - Honey, I got this.

Cheryl, I went to school with your mother.

She didn't know the difference between having money

and having class, either.

Now, that's an odd combo of people.

- I'll be right back. - No, Betty.

No. Don't...

Wait, what's happening?

Hey, Betty.

Hi, Mr. Andrews,

Ms. Grundy.

Archie, can I talk to you?

Sure. I'll call you later?

No. Actually, now.

Just school stuff. Outside?

Archie, as your best friend,

is there anything you want to tell me?

I don't think so.

Ms. Grundy was at Sweetwater River on July 4th.

Were you with her?

Did Jughead tell you?

Jughead knows about this?

What's happening out there? Do we know? Is it about me?

I have a strong inkling,

and no.

Also, I'd let it go.

Yes, but you're you, and I'm me.

You do you, girl, I'll be back.

What was it like before she got here?

I honestly cannot remember.

It's not what you're thinking.

So, it's platonic?

Okay, well, maybe it's a little like

- what you're thinking... - Archie.

Are you and Ms. Grundy, like, together,

like, romantically?

Oh, my God.

You and your music teacher

are having an affair?

We are...

...together. Look, I know that sounds bad, but...

Bad?

It sounds scandalous.

It sounds like jail time to me. Illegal!

- Betty, don't go there. - Oh, I'm already there.

Ronnie, a little help here?

I mean,

technically, Betty's right.

And ethically...

Well, what is Grundy to you, anyway,

your girlfriend?

Your booty tutor?

I don't know, I don't know what to call her.

You said you were at the river alone.

You lied to Sheriff Keller,

to all of us.

Why? To protect her?

She believed in me when no one else did.

Okay, we get it.

Betty, say something, please.

Get in the car, Betty. Now.

- What have I told you about those two? - Can we just go?

Oh, Archiekins...

You're in it deep this time.

Turn down the music.

I spy with my little eye

Hermione Lodge, full of secrets.

Riddle me this, hair models of the damned,

why is Veronica's mother having a clandestine tete-a-tete

with a Southside Serpent

behind a dumpster at Pop's?

Yeah, so we agree.

How hard it would even be, if I've me a little heads-up?

Look, I am, by nature,

a conscientious objector.

Not saying anything to either you or Betty,

was the most moral, apathetic choice I could make.

But, Jug.

She's not going to write about me and Grundy

in the paper, is she?

Like she did with Chuck?

Dude, seriously?

Okay. Come on.

Think about what you're asking.

If there was even an iota of a chance

that something could hurt you in any way,