Riverdale

Tell me again exactly what happened.

Archie and I were in his room,

and then I got the phone call.

And you didn't recognize the voice?

The connection was pretty bad, but it was a man.

He said that we needed to get out of the house,

that there was a bomb under the bed.

We have to go.

Yeah, so we ran downstairs,

slid under the dining room table

right when the bomb went off.

And Jughead, you were...

I was in the garage.

Wow. This is unbelievable.

I think the three of you need to go to the hospital.

We're fine.

Yeah. Mom, we really don't need to go.

I just honestly don't have insurance for that, so...

Okay, well, fine. The two of you stay.

But Betty, you're coming with me.

We're gonna get you checked out.

You could have a concussion and not even know about it.

Come with me.

Walk me through this again, Archie.

You and Betty ran into the dining room and hid?

Under which table?

The one that's completely crushed?

Bingo.

Enjoy.

Jughead?

What happened?

Archie's house... blew up.

-What? -Yeah, everyone's fine.

But "An Explosion on Elm Street..."

This is a huge story for our town.

I need to get on it ASAP, so can I...

can I stay at your place for a couple of days?

-Of course. -Thank you.

Thanks.

As you both know, I've always wanted to make it on Broadway.

Well, it's time I gave New York another shot.

That's great. Good for you, Kev.

Since you're being honest, uh, we have something we need to tell you too.

Toni and I...

are dating.

How did that happen?

I guess becoming parents and living together,

it changed our connection from platonic to romantic.

Yeah, sometimes the best relationships start out as friendships.

Um, I will admit that I'm a little bit surprised.

Yeah, but for the record, we're both still very much bisexual.

And proud to be part of the queer community.

Amen to that.

Hey, Dad. What's up?

A bomb went off?

Where?

Kevin, what's up?

What is it?

My father.

He blew up Archie's house.

Mistress Cheryl.

Brittania, can't you see I'm doing scholarly research?

A bomb went off at the Andrews house.

Apparently, Mr. Andrews and Miss Cooper were inside,

and Mr. Jones was in the garage.

Oh, dear.

-Were they killed? -No, they're alive.

-Somehow. -I don't understand. A... a bomb?

How could a bomb...

Nana, Abigail's curse,

the one against Archibald Andrews,

Jedediah Jones, and Beatrice Cooper,

was that for realzies?

Who can say?

Where's the parchment with the curse on it, Nana?

If my speaking the words aloud somehow revived it to hex Archie, Betty and Jughead,

I need to study it.

Why, you seemed so upset after you read Abigail's words,

I burned it.

Nana, that's lunacy.

Not only did you manipulate me into invoking the curse,

which, it turns out, may be real,

you've now ruined my best chance of learning how to reverse it.

Luckily, the Blossom library is full of arcane texts

about witches and their wicked ways.

Have you called your mom?

No. Not yet.

I don't want to worry her.

It's her house, Archie.

Are you Bingo's dads?

Yeah.

The good news is Bingo is alive.

But all four of his legs were broken.

I'd like to keep Bingo here for a week.

Keep track of his healing process

and make sure his bones set properly.

You have a very lucky dog, Mr. Andrews.

-Hey. - Hi.

Uh, I figured you would be in the zone,

so I brought you some dinner.

How's writing going?

Uh, yeah. Um, it's good. It's going. I...

It started as an article about the destruction of a cherished family home.

But I figured what better time to expose Hiram Lodge for the villain that he is.

Well, please do not let me interrupt.

Write one hell of an expose, Jug.

And pound those nails into Hiram Lodge's coffin.

Enough's enough, Toni.

The Ghoulies fire-bombed Pop's, they blew up Archie's house.

We need to go nuclear on them.

Look, I understand the impulse, Fangs.

We have Baby Anthony to think about now.

We can't just be as reckless as we once were.

I have intel that the Ghoulies have a new leader from Chicago.

Name of Twyla Twyst.

Let's call her in for a sit-down

and try and de-escalate things.

Do you really think this is gonna work, Mistress Cheryl?

The best way to nullify a curse is with reversing candles made from beeswax.

As the candles burn down, the curse melts away.

So, in less than 24 hours,

all of the nastiness I've called down upon Betty, on Archie and Jughead

should be rendered null and void.

Mistress Blossom...

do we now believe in magic and curses?

I believe there was once a time

where a magic and superstition were a part of the daily fabric of our lives.

Given what we've been experiencing as of late, Britta,

I believe a new Age of Wonderment is upon us.

I had to silence my phone because everyone keeps texting and calling to check in.

Me too.

I talked to my mom. She's flying in from Chicago.

How long do you have to stay here?

Just overnight for observation.

-Except for two cracked ribs... -

I'm fine.

You shielded me.

How?

How did I shield you?

We were right there in the room when the bomb went off.

I'm not sure.

But if you hadn't thrown yourself in front of me...

pulled me in tight, and shielded me with your body,

then I wouldn't be here talking to you right now.

What happened to us, Betty?

What's happening to me?

I don't know.

Which one of you Delilahs blew out my reversing candles?

It wasn't me. I would never.

Perhaps it was a night breeze.

Says the old maid who tricked me

into putting a curse on my school chums in the first place?

Never touch my altar again.

Or perhaps I'll put a curse on you next.

Thanks for humoring me, honey.

I was just so worried that you had a concussion or internal bleeding.

Thank God you're okay.

Sorry.

- -What were you saying?

-I was just quoting your genius article. -

But your phone's ringing, and you didn't notice it.

Hello. This is Jones.

Yes, of course I do.

It's the Wall Beat Journal.

Yeah, that's the correct email.

Thank you. Thank you. All right.

The Wall Beat Journal wants to run my article.

-What? Oh, my God. -Nationally.

They said they've been trying to nail Hiram Lodge for years too.

That's huge, Jug.

What were you saying about my genius, again?

I have to assume this was my father's doing.

Yeah, if it wasn't Hiram who put the bomb under Archie's bed,

then he probably paid someone to do it.

But, on the plus side, the FBI's finally making

Hiram's immediate capture a priority.

And I want to help.

I'm reaching out to Hermosa to get information

about my father's below-board operations,

the locations of his safe houses,

his known and suspected contacts,

anything and everything that will help bring him in.

Thank you, Vee. I appreciate it.

One-hundred and ninety-three pounds.

I was 165 last week.

I just got a call from RIVW.

Apparently, there was quite the scene that happened after we left Riverdale General.

What happened?

Details are still coming in,

but they found a nurse in a dumpster behind the hospital.

Throat slit.

That's awful.

- Papi did what? -You heard me.

He crossed the ultimate line, Hermosa,

and nearly killed an FBI agent in the process.

Which is why they're now leading a nationwide manhunt.

Do yourself a favor and help me help them.

Tell me where he goes when he wants to disappear.

I'll need immunity for myself, and give me a few hours.

Thank you, Hermosa.