Riverdale (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Chapter Five: Heart of Darkness - full transcript

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?

Why does she need to leave town?

Because it's what's best.

I'll pack up my things,
I'll be gone by morning.

It's the only piece of property
in my name and not your father's.

- Betty, can I get you anything?
- A job.



I can't very well have
the wife of Hiram Lodge,

on trial for fraud and
embezzlement, balancing my books.

Oh, Hiram...

Where's the rest of it?

I saw you with that biker guy.

Your father hired the
Southside Serpents.

Nice murderboard, Dad.

Who did this?

Every town has one.

The spooky house that
all the kids avoid.

Ours was Thornhill, the
Blossom family's mansion,

with its very own graveyard.

And, trapped within its walls

like some gothic heroine,
was Cheryl Blossom.



Still grieving for her
beloved brother, Jason.

Linked in death even
as they were in life.

I told you, Cheryl.

No more sleeping in Jason's bed.

I... I was working on the eulogy.

- For Jay-Jay.
- Don't bother.

You won't be speaking at his memorial.

God knows what you'd say.

Something to humiliate us?

No.

- Hey, Rocky.
- Hey.

You know, I never thought I'd say
that I miss you playing guitar, but...

Ah. Sorry, Dad.

Just trying to get back in
fighting shape for the field.

So, this is all for football?

Coach Clayton's about to set the
starting line-up, name a new captain.

It's like you said. Football
gets me a scholarship,

which gets me to college,
where I can study music.

Captains get scholarships.

This is how my dad had his
Jason Blossom murder board

before it was trashed.

Any leads on who did that?
Or what they were looking for?

Nope. No fingerprints.

But they stole a bunch of
files, background checks,

and all the video and
audiotapes of police interviews.

Hey, Betty...

Trev, hi!

- Sorry to interrupt...
- Oh, no... Uh, it's okay.

- We're just, uh, working on...
- Our murder board.

Well, I just wanted to make
sure we're still on for tomorrow?

Absolutely, it's a date.

I mean, I'll... I'll see you there. Bye.

- So, I'll see you. Bye.
- So... Bye.

Going on a date with Trev?

Does Mama Cooper know about that?

Kev, I'm not on house arrest.

Okay, she's out of town at a
Women in Journalism spa retreat.

Anyway, it's not a “date” date.

You just called it a date.

You literally said, "It's a date."

That's just my cover.

Really, it's an intelligence
gathering mission.

We should focus on the one thing we
have access to that your dad doesn't.

The kids at Riverdale High.

You know, maybe Trev knows something
about Jason he didn't think was important.

Damn it!

Andrews...

What the hell was that?

Where were you, Andrews?

Because you weren't
on my field just now.

I'm sorry, Coach.

Mantle!

Sup, Coach?

You wanna be captain?

Hell yeah, I do.

Then this here is what we
call a horserace, fellas.

Now, you got a week to show
me who wants top spot more.

Good luck.

- Look, Reg...
- Save it, Andrews.

If anybody deserves to be captain
and wear Jason's number, it's me.

Not you.

Your usual. Turkey on rye,
hold the tomatoes, to-go.

Great. Can I get a huge
cup of coffee to go?

I'm running on little or no sleep.

Archie. Up all hours.

Listen, I was thinking maybe
we should take another stab

at going on a date.

So, what do you say? Dinner?

Fred, um... I'm married.

And you are too.

I'm... I'm confused here.

So, the drive-in...

That wasn't a date?

Totally my bad. I gotta go.

Hey, Fred, wait.

It's all good. I'll catch you later.

Betty, you're positively
radiating Nicholas Sparks.

Tell me everything about this Trev.

Oh, there's nothing to tell.

Just one of Betty's sources, there's
nothing romantic in the offing.

Why is everything weird here?

Why can't a date just be a date?

What about you, Archie?
How's life in a PG world?

PG. Post-Grundy. What, too soon?

Coach Clayton says I have a
shot at being varsity captain.

So I'm not thinking about
anything else right now.

And you're back to being boring.

Are you, maybe, throwing yourself into
football as a way to avoid your feelings.

I'm not avoiding anything, Betty,

I'm trying to get my life back on track.

I can help with that.

I know Ms. Grundy was tutoring you.

Understatement of the year.

But there's this amazing
songwriter from New York,

who's an adjunct at Carson College?

Incredible mentor.

He does some coaching on the
side and I told him about you.

You wanna meet him?

Yeah, yeah I'd love to, but football...

No, Archie can. And he will.

Call him if you want, but do it soon.

His spots fill up fast.

Thank you, Val.

Hey, now you have zero
excuse for avoiding music.

Sorry to interrupt Sad Breakfast Club,

but I'm here to formally invite you to

Jason's memorial at
Thornhill this weekend.

To my surprise and chagrin,
mother added you to the guest-list.

In case you're tempted to steal
our silver candlesticks, don't.

We'll be searching bags.

Hey, try to remember, she
is burying her brother.

Cheryl, wait.

You're in pain. This is
a horrible week for you.

I'm sure it's why you're
being particularly obnoxious.

- Maybe. What's your point?
- Look, I don't want to be locked

in a catfight-to-the-death with you.

That only ends in one way.

Mutual annihilation.

- Agreed.
- So, can't we just...

Be friends? Or, at least, frenemies?

If you really want to
extend an olive branch,

come to a sleepover I'm having.

Fine.

Sure. When?

The night before the memorial.

I don't want to spend the night
before I bury my brother alone.

Hi, Mr. Castillo?

Yeah, my name's Archie Andrews.

I'm a friend of Valerie's.

Talk to me about your music.

I started writing songs
this summer, Mr. Castillo.

- Oscar.
- Oscar.

After this kid at my school died.

It's his... It's his funeral this week.

Actually, the first song
I wrote was about him.

How many hours a day
do you spend writing?

At least a couple.

That's going to have to change.

I know. And it will. Once
football season's over.

Football season?

Yeah, I play... I play
football, is that a problem?

You tell me.

Before I sold my first song,
I was in the studio all day.

Waitering and bartending all night.

There's no short-cuts,
unless you're a prodigy.

Definitely not a prodigy.

Do you have any songs I can hear?

Yeah, yeah.

Where are your sheets?

Your sheet music?

I don't teach performance.

I teach song writing.

I focus on craft, composition, lyrics.

To even talk about your
songs in a constructive way,

we need to be on the same page.

Like, on actual pages.

Okay, I'll write out my songs.

For tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Jason's memorial will
be held in this room.

Before he's laid to rest

in the cemetery on Thornhill's grounds.

We've invited everyone on our list.

What list is that?

List of suspects, of course.

People with grudges against us,

many of them members of
Riverdale's founding families,

I'm sorry to say.

Someone in this town killed Jason.

You know, that's our thought, too.

Since whoever broke into my house

knew that I'd be at the drive-in.

Which means, there's
a very real possibility

Jason's murderer will
soon be in this room.

That's why you've invited
the Lodges and everyone else?

To investigate them?

And you think I'm
manipulative and heartless

and making this all about myself?

I think it's great what you
guys are doing for Jason.

You two were on the
water polo team together.

Were you guys close?

This is just us talking, right?

Just because, I kind
of feel guilty about it.

A few months ago, Jason
started acting all,

like, weird and secretive.

Do you know why?

I thought it was about
your sister, to be honest.

They'd been dating a few
weeks when he changed.

Changed in what way?

We stopped hanging out,

he wouldn't call me back, and then...

Then he started selling
off all his stuff.

Anything he could sell
for cash, he was hawking.

Then I heard he was dealing drugs...

What drugs?

Weed, pills, whatever.

I don't know for sure,

because by then he
stopped talking to me.

And all this started after
Jason and Polly got together?

Great. Now write it down.

Musical notation. Not in tabs.

It's kind of obnoxious,
but Oscar's right.

You catch on quick, newbie.

Hey son, time to...

Uh, hey.

Hi. I, uh...

I'm... I'm his old man.

- Yeah, I'm Fred.
- Dad, this is Val.

Val, my dad.

Val. Well, it's a pleasure
to meet you, Val. Valerie.

Right, Josie and the
Pussycats. Oh, I'm a big fan.

I... Yeah, I saw you guys
at Taste of Riverdale.

And you were rocking hard.

Thanks, Mr. Andrews.

Actually, Dad, we're in the
middle of some music stuff, so...

Oh, right. Yeah.

I'm gonna just close
this, not all the way.

Yeah, um...

Thanks, Dad. Goodbye.

Hey, good timing.

Why don't you grab a wrench
and tighten up that hose for me?

Dad,

every time I ask Mom about
Polly, she shuts me down.

Can we please talk about it?

What happened?

What did Jason do that was so bad?

Jason and Polly had a fight.

I don't know what it was about,

but afterwards, Polly
was pretty devastated.

And I came home from
work one day and I...

I heard the water running
in the bathroom upstairs.

I went upstairs, I knocked on the door,

I asked if Polly was all right, and...

She didn't say anything.

So I kicked the door down.

Polly was trying to hurt herself, Betty.

That's why we sent her away.

To stop her from trying
to take her own life again.

_

Betty, I'm sorry.

That's hardcore.

I asked my dad if I could call Polly.

He said she was doing better.

But then, when she heard about
Jason's death, she had a big setback.

He doesn't want to risk another one.

Why does a rich kid sell drugs?

He was running away from his parents.

Yeah. Probably.

Or drug dealers.

Oh, my God. Is that possible?

It's a theory.

Yours is more likely.

But why would he have to run
away from mommy and daddy?

Because they're monsters.

Yeah, but why, specifically.

Well, we can't exactly just ask them.

So we have to ask Jason.

Are you proposing a seance or...

No. Dead men tell no tales.

But their bedrooms,

their houses...

Bulldog twenty-five, on two.
Bulldog twenty-five, on two.

- Ready?
- Break!

Red 32. Red 32.

Ready?

Hut! Hut!

Other side. Go left.

Hut!

Well done, Andrews. Great hustle.

Ah!

- What's wrong with your hand?
- Nothing. It's fine.

- You're not playing with a busted hand.
- I said it's fine, Reg.

Archie, sit this one out,
you'll thank me later.

Are you really that scared of me?

Fellas, are we going to
chit-chat or we going to play?

Let's play.

Okay. Fine, it's your funeral.

Isn't this your playing hand?

Archie.

This hand is your instrument.

You need to take better care of it.

And, you know, stop punishing
yourself while you're at it.

- I'm not.
- You sure?

I got slammed because
I didn't know the play.

I didn't know the play
because, like an idiot,

instead of memorizing my
plays I was up late last night.

Working on some of
my songs with Valerie.

God, I'm such an idiot.

Valerie, huh?

No, I endorse this.

You jealous, Ronnie?

Please.

I had my seven minutes in
heaven with Archie Andrews.

Okay. Good as new.

But try to take better care of it.

That hand is going to be
worth millions one day.

These are... fine.

I was up all night.

Yeah, I can tell.

Your sheets are sloppy, rushed.

Okay.

I listened to your songs.

I think they're, uh, juvenile.

They're repetitive.

- They're break-up songs.
- Yeah, right.

- But Ms. Grundy said that...
- Grundy.

She was your music
teacher? One who left?

This is hard to hear,
and for me to say, but,

I think she must've...

Connected with you in a way
that I just don't see us doing.

Wait, are you...

Is that it?

You're saying I should just quit?

I'm saying that...

I don't think I can help you.

Thank you for having me.

Cheryl invited you.

I have no idea why you're here.

Me neither.

I thought there'd be other girls.

Nana Rose, would you like some more ham?

Veronica, would you
like some more maple ham?

I'm good. It's delicious, though.

You can really taste the maple.

You do know that Riverdale was
founded on the maple syrup industry.

I didn't, actually. Fascinating.

That's where Sweetwater
River got its name.

Perhaps you should ask your
father about it, sometime.

How is he, by the way?

Okay.

There are worse things than prison.

Like this dinner party.

What did you say?

Hmm.

It must have been hard for you.

Watching your father being handcuffed
and dragged out of your home

in front of you and your neighbors.

All those reporters.

The worst part is how fast it happened.

He was just, gone.

I didn't even get a
chance to say goodbye.

That's why I think it's so great.

You're all getting a chance to
say goodbye to Jason tomorrow...

Not all of us.

That's because some people already
got to say goodbye to Jason.

While rowing him across the river

to his death.

Hello?

Daddy! Seriously?

- Polly?
- Dad...

Stop filming me!

Say hi to the camera, Polly.

I can't practice with you watching!

Daddy, I'm shy!

I hope this isn't weird,
but Jason was crazy handsome.

The handsomest.

Something tells me
he would've liked you.

Why did you invite me tonight?

Why not Tina? Or Ginger?
Aren't they your besties?

And yet, that night at the pep rally,

after I had my panic attack,

you helped me.

Not them.

Cheryl.

You're allowed to say
goodbye to your brother.

- But, why does it have to be...
- In front of people?

Yeah.

Everything with Jason's been so...

Public. Everyone has an opinion.

Has been gossiping.

Saying he got what he
deserved, or that he didn't.

I just... I want everyone
to know that I'm...

I'm sorry.

And that Jason deserved a...

A better family than what he got.

Then do it. I'll help you.

And let Penelope and Clifford
Blossom do their worst.

Oh, they will.

They'll kill me.

I am here for you, whenever.

But why didn't you call the
cops or animal control services?

It was a message...

for me from the Serpents.

I didn't call the police
because I don't trust them.

I don't trust half the
people in this damn town.

Just you.

Which is why you gotta
tell me why the Serpents...

It's Hiram.

He owes them money.

How much money?

Fred. That's between
Hiram and the Serpents.

Thank you so much for
coming here tonight.

But I don't want to get you any
more involved than you already are.

You ready to enter
the belly of the beast?

It was the best I could do.

Hi.

Penelope, I just want
to offer my condolences.

Hermione, that's so kind.

Hmm.

You think you're so clever coming
here and offering your pity?

- What are you talking about?
- So you've come to gloat?

With warmest regards from
your husband I'm sure.

You ready?

Just about.

You go ahead. I'll be down.

Okay.

I'm so sorry for your
loss, Mrs. Blossom.

I thought you might want to have this.

You're so much like him.

Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you, Archibald.

Did she just touch your hair?

That was really sweet what you did.

She deserves it. More than I do.

Days like today really put
things in perspective, huh?

I mean, at least we're here.

At least we're alive.

Got to pace yourself, Hal.

Be very unseemly to get
a DUI on your way home.

Wouldn't you think?

- Oh, my God.
- Yes.

Welcome to Thornhill.

Thank you all for coming.

If you'll kindly take your seats.

I'd like to start the memorial

with a few words about Jason.

You are only going to make things worse.

The last time I saw Jason,

I was wearing this dress.

I know it's impossible.

But I swear,

when I put it on, it...

It feels like he's in the room with me.

Even though we were twins, I used to
demand I have my own birthday party.

Until one year, out of the blue,

Jason convinced me we had
to combine them into one.

It wasn't until years
later, I found out why.

It was because no one
wanted to come to mine.

And Jason didn't want me to know.

He protected me.

Every single day.

I wish, that day at the
river, I had protected him.

I'm so sorry, Jay-Jay.

We failed you. All of us.

I think we'll adjourn
now to the Winter Salon

for a light supper.

Hey.

Hey.

I didn't think you
were going to make it.

Yeah, I got off a little
late from work, but, um...

I did wanna pay my respects.

Yeah.

Also, I realized something last night.

The bookkeeping position at my
company that you applied for?

It's still open.

No snakes. If you're interested.

Yes, yes, yes.

Um, thank you.

Yeah.

Is it me or did the temperature just
drop like it does in horror movies?

That's just the icy chill of the dead.

Where does a teenage boy hide things?

Under the mattresses,
maybe in the drawers,

behind the headboard, in the closet.

- Hello.
- Holy...

I'm so sorry, we were just leaving.

Oh. It's you.

How lovely to see you again.

Come closer, I wanna
get a good look at you.

The horror. The horror.

Come closer, Polly dear.

It's nice to you again, too.

I'm sorry it had to be under
such terrible circumstances.

Well, of course you're not wearing it.

- God bless.
- Wearing what?

The ring, Polly.

That ring has been in the
Blossom family for generations.

You keep it close to your heart, always.

But don't tell Penelope
I gave it to you.

Or she'll likely come and
snip it off your finger!

I won't, I promise.

Such a shame.

Your wedding was the last
thing I was living for.

I lost a grandson,

but you,

you've lost the love of your young life.

Poor child.

Excuse me.

I have to...

I can't...

I had to. It's what
Jason would've wanted.

No, Cheryl. As always,
it's what you wanted.

I hope you enjoyed yourself.

'Cause after tonight,

there will be no more River Vixens.

And if not for the fact
that no one would have you,

I'd be shipping you off to a
boarding school in Europe tonight.

What if Ms. Grundy was lying?

People lie all the time. Maybe she
didn't want to hurt my feelings.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

Castillo doesn't think I have the chops.

So, Ms. Grundy said you were good,

and you thought you were good?

Castillo says you are bad,
and now you think you're bad?

I just... I want to get this right.

You wouldn't understand.

Who wouldn't? You want
me to wallow with you?

I don't have time.

You have a band backing you
up, Val. It's not that easy...

No, Archie, it's hard.

It's almost impossible.

But let me ask you this right now.

Who's telling you you
can't do your music?

Your coach?

Mr. Castillo? Your dad?

Or is it just you?

You dragged me out of the
Blossom house, and then

you don't talk to me the whole way home.

Dad, Jason and Polly were engaged.

Did you know that?

Oh, my God.

Of course you did.

Is that what you and Clifford
Blossom were talking about?

That is none of your business.

Yes, it is my business.

So stop avoiding it and
just tell me what's going on.

Clifford and I were arguing

because he and his filthy clan

came this close to
destroying our family.

Your little friend Cheryl's
great-grandfather...

...murdered yours, Betty.

Why?

The same reason they do everything.

Greed and hate.

They were in business together.

Selling and trading maple syrup.

And one day great-grandfather Blossom

decided that he didn't
want to share the profits.

So he murdered my
grandfather in cold blood.

That's why you hated Jason?

Because of some blood feud that
happened before you were even born?

They stole our livelihood, Betty.

And I'd die before I let
them steal my daughter, too.

- Where is she?
- She is sick!

And Jason made her sick.

And she's not coming home
until she isn't sick anymore.

Fair warning. Stay out of it.

There's not a lot of love lost
between your dad and Clifford.

Or me and Penelope, for that matter.

Still, that family...

to lose a child that young...

That way...

I just spent the last
24 hours in the gothic

horror story that is
Cheryl Blossom's life.

And it just reminded me how lucky I am.

To have a mom who protects me.

Then I need to tell you about something
that happened last night at Pop's.

I saw a lot of fire and hustle
from both of you this week.

It was almost too close to call.

Reggie, your time will come.

But for this season, at least,

this is a new number, seeing that you
took it upon yourself to retire Jason's.

Which was the right call.

You know exactly what a
captain should and would do.

Dude, are you insane? Take the jersey.

I... can't.

I can't, Coach.

I love playing football,

but your starting line-up deserves a
captain whose only love is football.

Someone like Reggie.

What?

I mean, yeah.

What? You're quitting on me, Andrews?

No, and I really hope
you don't cut me, Coach.

Cause I friggin' love being a Bulldog.

But that part of me that I would
have to give to you if I were captain,

I gotta save that for something else.

Every town has one.

The house on the haunted
hill all the kids avoid.

Now that Jason was buried in the earth,

it would only be a matter of time

until something poisonous bloomed.

In that long, cold
shadow cast by his death.

Whatever grew in the rich black
soil of the Blossom's garden

always found its way to the town.

Whether it was murder.
Or love. Or secrets.

Or lies.

Juggie, I feel like I don't even know

who my mom and dad are anymore.

Betty...

if your parents lied
about Jason and Polly,

there's probably more
that they lied about.

What do you mean?

Your dad said he would do
anything to protect Polly.

So the next logical question is...

How far would he go to protect her?

Jughead,

whoever broke into
Sheriff Keller's house

and stole all his evidence
wasn't at the drive-in.

My Dad wasn't at the drive-in.

We need to talk to Polly.