Riverdale

Riverdale...

I'm excited to fulfill a lifelong dream of mine

and announce my candidacy for mayor.

Our father needed help.

"Our father"?

Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. DuPont.

I wanted to talk to you about

the first book in the Baxter Brothers series.

You didn't write it.

You're very lucky

I don't take you to the Headmaster

and get you expelled.

Are you okay?

I'm sorry, Jughead,

that I couldn't help you.

I will be taking over Mr. Chipping's seminar.

Aunt Cricket? Uncle Bedford?

- Cheryl. - Uncle Bedford?

You are going away for a long, long time, Cheryl.

Let go of her, you monster.

You want to fight me again?

Don't you need to put your mask on first?

We got to get him to a hospital.

Thanksgiving.

The time of year when friends and family

gather to eat turkey,

watch the big game,

and give thanks for all that they have.

But for Archie, this year was all about what he'd lost.

It was the first Thanksgiving without his father.

The void that Fred Andrews left

was as cold as the winds blowing through the town.

And while Archie was thinking of ways to give back,

Riverdale's new mayor was grabbing all that he could.

Hiram Lodge had run unopposed,

allowing him to ascend to power virtually overnight.

Meanwhile, across town, at Riverdale General Hospital,

a different family gathering was taking place.

For the Dickenson crime clan, the only dish on the Thanksgiving menu was revenge.

Now that our boy Dodger is stable,

we'll find whoever did this to him.

Guy from the community center. Got to be.

What community center?

Who the hell are you talking about?

Weather forecasters were calling for an epic ice storm,

and you could literally feel the temperature dropping.

Mija.

Hey, you were missed this morning.

Oh, wait, was your inauguration today?

Well, you can make it up to me tomorrow night.

I made reservations at the Sweetwater Country Club.

I'm helping Archie at the community center.

Yeah, Archie's community center...

Wasn't a man found bleeding out, on the verge of death, right in front of it?

Just terrible what's going on in that part of town.

It's a real problem.

Well...

You make sure you wish

Archie a very happy Thanksgiving for me.

All right, everyone, bring it in. Come on!

Hustle up, hustle up.

All right, look.

We know some of you guys have nowhere to go for Thanksgiving.

So, Munroe and I, we're gonna keep the center open tomorrow.

We're gonna have hot meals with all the fixings.

- Seriously? You guys are cooking? - Hell, yeah.

- And my mom. - And grandma.

So tell your friends there's an open-door policy. Everyone is invited.

All right.

And with that, the seminar is adjourned for the remainder of the week.

I hope you all have a restful and productive

Thanksgiving break.

Mr. DuPont, before you go, I was wondering...

I was wondering if you had any more information about why Mr. Chipping killed himself.

Alcoholism.

Drove him to the edge.

Rupert had many demons, I'm afraid.

Well, he didn't leave a note.

There hasn't been much of an investigation.

The family's request. And it was clearly a suicide.

You saw it with your own eyes.

Mr. Chipping didn't come to you to talk about me, did he?

No. Why would he have?

- Well, because I shared with... - That ridiculous notion...

Of your grandfather

writing the original Baxter Brothers novel?

He never bought it up.

And might I make a suggestion, Mr. Jones?

That you forget about this delusion over the Thanksgiving break.

Now if you will excuse me.

Are you still gonna make it?

Even with this biblical ice storm that they're predicting?

Jug, I don't care what my mom or the weatherman are saying.

There's zero chance that I'm not seeing you this weekend.

Well, then hurry up and get here already.

I need your help with something.

Oh! You mean writing your Baxter Brothers sample?

Well, I am on a deadline and that's the reason I'm hunkering down,

but also, considering you and I are going to be the only ones on campus,

I figured it would be the perfect time

to do a little sleuthing into Chipping's death.

Because believe me, no one else is doing it.

Hmm.

Conspiracy theories and a murder mystery to solve.

Sounds like a romantic getaway to me.

All right. I love you, see you later.

Did you hear the good news, T.T.?

Did you hear the good news, T.T.?

There's a category-four ice storm heading towards Riverdale like the wrath of God.

How is that good news, Cheryl?

Well, whilst the rest of Riverdale sits down to give thanks,

we'll be dumping Bedford's body in Sweetwater River.

Just before it freezes over.

By the time spring thaw comes around, the salmon will have gobbled up his eyes.

Toni.

What is it, my sweet?

I feel like somebody is watching me all the time.

Whatever guilt you're experiencing,

free yourself of it.

You didn't set out to do anyone any harm.

Remember?

You were defending me and I love you for it.

Feast your eyes on this, boys.

A true Thanksgiving cornucopia.

Wow!

Ronnie, how...

Where did you get all of this?

I put in a to-go order at the country club.

Daddy gave me the idea.

I figured this could supplement whatever you and yours are cooking for the kids.

Red,

tell me this doesn't mean you're deep-frying a Thanksgiving turkey?

Yes. I am. It's tradition. My dad would do one every year.

Best damn turkey I ever tasted.

You should come by tomorrow, Mr. Jones.

Actually, Archie, that's what we need to talk about.

I hate to do this, but I'm under orders...

to shut you down.

What? Orders from who?

Let me guess, the Mayor?

Well, you have got to be kidding me.

- He can't do this. - Yeah, he can,

he's mayor now. He can do anything.

And technically, the attack on Dodger is an open investigation.

So this is still an active crime scene, plus,

Hiram said, with the ice storm coming...

He's doing this to punish me.

To get me to spend the holiday with him.

- Can't we push back? - I did.

For a couple of hours.

Look.

I'm not supposed to say this,

but I know what I would do, if I was in your place.

Screw him!

Yeah.

I'm sorry, but Hiram Lodge is not canceling Thanksgiving.

Good man.

You're doin' your dad proud.

Hey, stranger.

Hey!

Wow, that was fast.

I took an earlier train to beat the storm.

Jug.

Hit "save."

I know. I'm sorry.

I am almost done with my first chapter.

Yeah, and I can't wait to read it,

and to help you sleuth.

But right now, we have some catching up to do.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

FP? What's wrong?

Hiram.

Can't believe I'm working for him again,

still doing his damn dirty work.

Well...

You could do like we talked about. You could quit.

That's what he expects me to do.

But you know what I am not gonna do?

I am not gonna wear that crap uniform

to tell a bunch of teenagers, that they can't feed homeless kids. It's...

Well, whatever you decide, I back you 100%.

I appreciate that, Alice.

But, I do have one request.

Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm.

Not really in the mood to cook.

So, can we have turkey dinner at Pop's tomorrow night?

Fine by me.

Since we have the house to ourselves...

What happened to dinner at the club?

Oh, well, the club was closed because of the storm,

so, we decided to order in.

Plus, I have to take an earlier flight back to Miami.

But,

I couldn't bear to miss my first Thanksgiving

hermanita.

Please, join us.

Never.

Only your blackened heart

would take away Thanksgiving

from a bunch of underprivileged kids,