Riverdale (2016–…): Season 3, Episode 3 - Chapter Thirty-Eight: As Above, So Below - full transcript

Previously on
Riverdale...

Dilton Doiley and Ben Button were
found in the woods with blue lips.

We made a pact
to never revisit that night.

Gryphons and Gargoyles.

I wonder if Ethel
was playing with them.

If any of us talk to
any grown-ups,

- he's gonna get very, very angry.
- Who?

Is this the Gargoyle King?

- Betty, she's having a seizure.
- Ethel, Ethel!

Help is coming, okay?

We both
flipped the coin.



He was scared to ascend,
but I'm not.

Soon you'll fly, too.

Ben, no!

I'm Evelyn.
And you're Betty Cooper?

Your mom and your sister.
They're studying with my dad.

- From the Farm?
- Yeah. That's right.

Edgar Evernever.

I won't tell anyone about what
happened the other night.

Oh, my God. Betty!

Stop the riot!

You impressed me today.

You've been tapped.
You're gonna be my new Mad Dog.

Well?

Had time to think?



The answer's still no.

Then I'll see you
in another week.

This feels right,
doesn't it?

Glad the Farm, uh,

opened you up to
the possibility of us.

What're you
thinking about, Alice?

It's been three weeks.

No more suicides,

no more blue lips.

As far as the town
is concerned,

it was just two boys taking their
own lives for whatever reason.

Hopefully it ends there.

With Jughead and Betty
on the case?

You know that's not likely.

Betty, what're you
thinking about?

Do you think it's sort of...

ghoulish for us to be crashing
Dilton's bunker like this?

I mean, this bunker is
the only place in town

where we can get
a modicum of privacy.

My dad's been
watching me like a hawk.

Same with my mom.

Ben's death haunts me, Jug.

He didn't scream.

Why not, I wonder.

Because that's
one of the rules?

Of Gryphons and Gargoyles?

Betty, that's what
we're missing.

There's no rule book.

There's no player's manual.
What if that's the key to all this?

The way that Ethel, Ben, and Dilton
talk about it, it's like a religion...

Yeah, or a cult.

And every cult has its king.

Sorry to have kept you
waiting, Mr. Andrews.

How can I help you?

My son.

I want to see him. Today.

Your son is quite a firebrand.

He started a riot. I'm afraid his
visitation privileges have been suspended.

I was told by witnesses that it was
your guards that started that riot.

That's a very serious
accusation, Mr. Andrews.

It's been three weeks.

I will decide when it is appropriate
for him to receive visitors again.

Was there anything else?

Yeah.

You'll be hearing
from my lawyer.

I'm in trouble here, Bee.

I'm up to my eyebrows
in bills.

Pop's is hemorrhaging money.

Well, how far along
is the speakeasy?

Is it close at least?

Vee, what? What is it?

The speakeasy's ready.
It has been for a while now.

What? Why haven't you
opened it?

I've been waiting for Archie.

I just...

I wanted him to be there,
dancing with me on opening night.

A part of it all.

This is exactly what
Archie didn't want,

for you to just put
your life on hold.

You need to focus
on yourself for a change.

I'm saying this to you
as your friend.

Open the damn speakeasy.

Veronica says she's going to have a pretty
strict dress code at her speakeasy.

Of course we're calling it
a speakeasy.

And, uh, what are you
getting at?

Hey, Ethel's back.

Yeah, she's talking to that
weirdo girl from the Farm.

Oh, my God.

What if the game is
connected to the Farm?

Ben, Dilton, and Ethel started
playing the game this summer,

which is when the Farm and the
Evernevers moved to Riverdale.

Evelyn's dad,
Edgar, is their leader.

My mom won't stop
talking about him.

- He's like some kind of...
- King?

How much do you know
about him and the Farm?

Basically nothing.

- Should we start with Evelyn or Ethel?
- Ethel.

Evelyn creeps me out.

Okay, but the last time we talked to Ethel,
she had a seizure.

We'll be more gentle
this time.

Hi, Pop.

Looking for Veronica?
This way.

Pick up the phone, dial 6-4-2.

- Password?
- I don't know. Stonewall.

Close enough.

Whoa.

- Come on in.
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I died and went to
Kander and Ebb heaven.

- Veronica!
- Welcome to La Bonne Nuit.

I've hired some of the Serpents from
the Whyte Wyrm to serve drinks.

Mocktails only.

La Bonne Nuit is not in the
business of corrupting minors.

Not yet.

Josie, I need star power.

I would love for you to be
my resident chanteuse.

- Are you for real?
- Mmm-hmm.

I have been working like woe trying
to find my sound now that I'm solo,

and I haven't had
anywhere to test it out.

Ooh, this is the perfect opportunity!

And, Kevin...

I'd love for you to be
our emcee.

So long as I can sing
every now and then.

But of course.

Or, as we like to say
at La Bonne Nuit, mais oui.

Hey, Pop, what's up?

Penny Peabody, I don't believe
we've had the pleasure.

Now what the hell do you want?

No, no, no, no.
It's not what I want.

It's what you want.

Protection.

The Ghoulies are offering
their services.

For a modest price.

Let me guess.

Protection from you, right?

It's a nice place
you got here.

And...

as above, so below,
I'm guessing?

Maybe even nicer
down there in the speakeasy.

I'd hate for something bad
to happen to it.

Food for thought.

I'll let you chew on it.

Up and at 'em.
We're going for a ride.

Welcome to the Pit.

- Joaquin...
- When you refused my offer,

I had to tap a replacement.

And I knew you were
friends with Mr. DeSantos.

As you can see, he's nearly reached
the end of his... usefulness.

Only you, Mr. Andrews,
can decide how he ends it.

Back in his cell,
safe and sound,

or in the infirmary,
on life support.

I'll do it.

I'll take his place.

Andrews, meet
the rest of the team.

Name's Baby Teeth.

I may not look like much,
but I leave a mark.

That's Thumper. And Peter.

Archie.

You better start hitting
this bag, Archie,

before the Captain comes over.

Rules of the fight.
Bare-knuckles till knockout.

The Warden sells the tickets.
The guards place bets.

Everyone profits...

except us.

We get a few perks
if we win though.

What happened to Mad Dog?

Quit the chatter.

I think it's best if you
don't ask too many questions.

Just the ladies
I was looking for.

President Blossom.
First Lady Topaz.

I need your help spreading the
good word about my speakeasy.

- Go on.
- In exchange for promoting La Bonne Nuit,

I'm offering you no cover
and free drinks all night.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, well, well.

Heavy card stock
and valet parking.

You don't take the subway
to the Met Gala.

Hand them out
at your discretion.

Oh, and Sweet Pea and Fangs

should definitely
be in attendance.

Ethel. Hi.

Are you eating alone?

Do you mind if we...

The doctors
put me on medication.

To stop the seizures.

I was having them
multiple times a day.

It's very strong.

Look, if Betty and I did something to
trigger your seizures, we're sorry.

We were just trying to help.

Like you were trying to
help my boyfriend Ben

when he threw himself
out a window?

Ethel...

when you collapsed,
did you have any visions?

I honestly don't remember.

Okay.

Well, how long have you been
friends with Evelyn Evernever?

Evelyn's the best.

She visited me in the hospital
and is helping me get better

so I can titrate down my meds.

Was that her idea
or her dad's?

Wait. Have you met
Mr. Evernever?

If you're
so curious, Betty,

you should check out
Evelyn's peer support group.

Principal Weatherbee gave her
permission to start

a student chapter of the Farm
here at Riverdale High.

Ethel...

Before Ben...

He'd mentioned reuniting
with Dilton in the Kingdom?

You know what that means?

Two people have died playing
Gryphons and Gargoyles...

- G&G.
- And we have no idea why.

This is a crazy question. Do you have
a rule book or a player's manual?

- You mean the scripture?
- Yes. That.

- Do you own a copy?
- I can't just tell you that, obviously.

Please.

- Princess Etheline.
- Don't call me that.

You haven't earned
that privilege,

and you're definitely not worthy
of the King's scripture yet.

Yes, but I wanna be.

I wanna be worthy, Ethel.
Could you please show me how?

Meet me tomorrow night
at Dilton's bunker.

But just you.

Sorry, Betty, but...

but you'll never be worthy,
no matter how hard you try.

Well, looks like you're
on Ethel Muggs detail.

And I am in need of
some serious peer support.

These were sitting
upstairs for you.

Oh.

Hopefully it's the last
of the deliveries.

Excellent.
Thank you, Reginald.

Wait, what the hell?

Dude...

- This is a serious stash of Jingle-Jangle...
- Yes, but it's not mine.

I don't know how...

Hey, Pop. What's up?

Sheriff Minetta's upstairs?

We've been set up.

I can't get caught with
this stuff. My mom would kill me.

Um, tell him I'll be right up.

I'll stall,
but get rid of it. Now.

Sheriff Minetta.

What can I do for
Riverdale's finest today?

I'm here to do an inspection.

- We've had all our inspections.
- Except mine.

You wanna show me around?

S'up, Sheriff.

Looking for
something in particular?

Anything illegal.

Also,

I'm collecting donations.

Donations?

That's right.

For Riverdale's underfunded
Sheriff's department.

Hmm.

I see.

So this isn't a shakedown?

You can make
the donation in cash.

I'll come back to collect
after your opening event.

Break a leg.

How much do you want to bet

those drugs were a present
from Penny Peabody?

This is ridiculous.

First the Ghoulies,
then Sheriff Minetta.

Do you think it's a coincidence
they both work for your dad?

Of course not, Reggie.

My father's clearly trying to bait
me into some kind of confrontation,

but I'm not going there.

At least...

not until I'm properly armed.

Hello?

Betty.

Evelyn. You snuck up on me.

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to
learn more about the Farm.

- Am I early?
- No.

No. The Farm just needs
some time to catch on.

- Yeah.
- But it will.

Uh... Pizza?

No, I'm good. Thank you.

I also came here to talk
to you about Ethel Muggs.

She said that you're
helping her with her seizures.

Trying to.

Yeah. With my dad's
teachings. I just...

have to get her
off that darn medication.

- You're not taking any, are you?
- No, no, I'm not.

I am considering it.

Um, I'm still
having convulsions.

Well, how often
are they happening?

Once or twice, daily.

I was hoping that
your dad could help.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Wakey, wakey, eggs 'n bakey.

I hear one peep out of you,

it's back to solitary
for a month, you got it?

Go! Go!

- Are you kidding me?
- What the...?

Come on!

What the hell?

Andrews, winners get perks.

Any special requests
for lunch?

You ever heard
of a place called Pop's?

To the winner goes the spoils.

That's a wicked uppercut
you got there.

What'd the Warden have to say
about ending the fight so quick?

What do you mean?

With the
motorcycle in the back...

- Nice.
- Okay.

- That one's cute.
- Thanks.

Serpettes,
have either of you seen Jughead?

I have a problem that has his
name scribbled all over it.

You mean True Detective?

He's busy canoodling
Nancy Drew, no doubt.

But how can we help?

Penny Peabody paid me a visit.

That Viper bitch showed
her face on the Northside?

Followed shortly thereafter
by Sheriff Minetta.

My father's clearly puppeteering them,
and I want to call them off,

but I need leverage
against him.

Blackmail material, you mean?

Antoinette Topaz,
you are speaking my language.

And I know Jughead has been
keeping tabs on the Southside.

He has. For instance,
we know that over the summer,

the Ghoulies set up shop in the
basement of the Whyte Wyrm.

Which your father owns.

Sweet Pea and Fangs think they've
turned it into a Jingle-Jangle lab.

Lucky for you, I used to
bartend there, which means...

I know all the secret ways
in and out.

♪♪ Bein' kinda pretty ♪♪

♪♪ And down here in the city ♪♪

♪♪ Find it isn't easy
To be smart ♪♪

♪♪ The Jingle from the Jangle ♪♪

Okay, we move quickly
and quietly.

♪♪ La da da da da da da ♪♪

♪♪ Sing me, sing me, sing me ♪♪

♪♪ La da da da da da da... ♪♪

Looks like Sweet Pea
and Fangs were right.

Yeah, looks like the Jingle-Jangle
business is booming.

This should be plenty of admissible
evidence for blackmail, Veronica.

♪♪ Sing me, baby ♪♪

♪♪ La da da da da da da ♪♪

Ethel?

Welcome to your first game.

Your entry point to the realm
of Gryphons and Gargoyles.

The magical kingdom
of Eldervair.

First things first,

do you want to be the Radiant Knight,
Arcane Invoker, or Hellcaster?

Uh, Hellcaster.

Good choice.
That was Ben's avatar.

I was supposed to
ascend with him,

but then he betrayed me and finished
the game with Dilton instead.

Leaving you high and dry.

Doesn't matter.

Pick a Quest Card
and let's get started.

Mom?

Why are all those cars
parked outside?

Betty, please, join us. Sit.

Evelyn told us that you were
finally ready to meet the Farm.

I thought Mr. Evernever
would be joining us?

No. You don't just meet Edgar.

There are certain levels that you
need to attain before meeting Edgar.

First, you start by meeting
a few Farmies.

Today can be
your first testimony.

- "Testimony"?
- It's just a conversation.

An open,
non-judgmental conversation

about all the bad things
you've done in your life.

What kind of stuff
would you like to know?

Everything.

Speak from your heart.

From what your mother
and Polly have told us already,

we know you've
been through so much.

Between your dark kinship
with your father,

and the role you played in...

disposing of the dead body
in your kitchen.

Wait, what? What?

Mom? Wait, you...

You told the Farm about Chic and the
Shady Man? Are you out of your mind?

Oh, everything that we
talk about at the Farm

is kept in confidence.

We know all of
each other's secrets.

The wig. The webcamming.

Okay. Okay.

If tonight's all about
open conversation,

then let's talk about
how you, Evelyn,

were there at both
my seizure and Ethel's.

And about how the Farm
showed up in Riverdale

at about the same time
as a crazy game.

- Elizabeth, what are you talking about?
- It's a game, Mom.

It's called
Gryphons and Gargoyles,

that made Ben and Dilton
kill themselves,

all to appease some creature
called the Gargoyle King,

who for all we know
is Edgar Evernever.

The first time any of us heard
of Gryphons and Gargoyles

was from your mother, Betty.

How does that make any sense?

Mom, how do you know
about Gryphons and Gargoyles?

Betty, we're here to talk about you.
Not your mother's past.

- My mother's past?
- You know, Evelyn, you were right.

It's too soon.
Betty's not ready.

Mom...

you... you...

- Betty!
- No, don't touch me.

I'm fine.

Okay.

You've crossed the old
footbridge to find two doors.

One is made of
shimmering gold.

The other is just
plain ol' maple wood.

Which door do you pick?

Let's go with door number two.

Well picked, Caster.
You've entered a secret chamber.

You're standing in
the middle of a circle

composed of gryphon bones.

Two chalices sit before you.

Ethel... no. No way.

You wanted to
prove your worthiness.

In order to do so, you have to drink
from one of the Sacred Goblets.

What, like Ben and Dilton did?
You're asking me to play Russian roulette!

I'm asking you to play
Gryphons and Gargoyles.

Is there poison
in these Fresh-Aids?

That's Gargoyle blood,
Hellcaster, as you well know.

Flip for your fate.

If I do this...

promise to give me
the scripture?

I promise.

The King as my witness.

Gryphon.

Salud.

How do you feel?

Okay. I think.

Hey, rule book. Come on.

You have to kiss me first.

- Oh, my God, Ethel, are you serious?
- It's in the scripture.

The Hellcaster kisses the Princess,
or he doesn't get the treasure.

Fine.

- Is this the only one?
- That I'm aware of.

All right. It's all in here.

Characters...

Oh, Betty's going to
lose her mind over this.

Ethel, what are you doing?
Hey, put that down!

- Are you okay?
- I drank it.

I'm going to call 911.

Just... Come on, come on.

Jughead.

- What happened?
- You're in the hospital.

You ingested poison.

But they got you the antidote in time,
so you're gonna be okay.

It's protocol for anyone
on suicide watch.

Suicide watch?

- But I didn't try to...
- You did.

When your parents get here,
you have to be honest with them.

You have to tell them
about this game.

I can't.

I'll never tell them.

And neither will you,
because if you do,

then I'll say that
you mixed the Fresh-Aid.

It's over.

This game, whatever game
you're playing,

is over now, Ethel.

No.

It's only just beginning.

You've proven yourself,
Hellcaster.

I told him.

I told him that you were worthy
enough to spread his gospel.

Who?

Don't be dumb.
The King, of course.

The King isn't going
to hurt anyone anymore.

I'm going to make sure that this doesn't
end up in anyone else's hands, okay?

Thank you, Hellcaster,

for helping me finish my game.

All right, Daddy.
Cards on the table.

I'm not paying
protection money to anyone,

not Penny, not Minetta,
and especially not to you.

Veronica,

a bit of advice from
one entrepreneur to another,

don't make enemies of the
people trying to help you.

Help me?

Okay.

Here's the deal.

You tell your lackeys
to back off

or I'll send these photographs of
your drug lab to the authorities

faster than
you can say "Heisenberg."

Hmm.

Yeah, I doubt these will have
much traction with Minetta.

I won't go to Minetta.
I'll go to the FBI.

Oh, and also,
I want $10,000 a week in perpetuity.

That's right, Daddy.

I'm shaking you down.

You can keep those, by the way.
I have copies.

The Governor's hosting
a fundraiser in Seaside,

but I'll be back
for your next match,

which is what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Ending a fight
in a single punch is not...

entertaining enough.

Tonight, your opponent
should be no trouble.

Punish him.

Give us a show.

And savor it.

Make it last, oh...

five or six rounds at least.

That should fully sate
the crowd's bloodlust,

and mine.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

I thought being here,

I'd pay for
everything that I did.

But what the Warden wants
me to do, to become...

is so much worse.

When you were little,

I used to get calls
from your school,

telling me that
you had been in a fight.

Usually protecting someone.

The Warden wants
six rounds, Dad.

He wants blood.
There's nothing that I can do.

Your seventh-grade teacher told me,
"One thing's for sure.

By the time Archie gets out
of junior high school,

he's gonna know how to throw a punch,
and how to take one."

There are other ways of putting
on a show for the Warden.

Figure it out, son.

Are you going someplace?

It's Veronica's opening night.
I'm not gonna miss it.

You never had any intention of
working with the Farm, did you?

You wanted to meet Edgar so that
you could attack him, I suppose.

You realize, Mom,
that by telling them

your deepest, darkest secrets,
like about the Shady Man,

you're also implicating me?

And FP. And Jughead.

They would never use
my testimony against me.

Mom...

what do you know about
Gryphons and Gargoyles, huh?

- What did you tell the Farm?
- We can't let ourselves be strangled by our past.

So you're just gonna
tell them, but not me?

Not your own daughter?

I trust them
more than I trust you, Betty.

♪♪ I need things
Clear the ring ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh, look, I don't stay ♪♪

♪♪ Something sweet
If you please ♪♪

♪♪ And make magic every way ♪♪

♪♪ Anything you want it
I got it ♪♪

♪♪ Watch me pull it
Out of my pocket? ♪♪

Wow. Welcome, ladies.

Right this way.

♪♪ Voila ♪♪

♪♪ Voila ♪♪

♪♪ Voila ♪♪

♪♪ Voila ♪♪

Hello, ladies.

Hey.

How are you ladies
doing tonight?

Toni, you look dashing.

- Vee, your bar is amazing.
- Thank you.

Finally,
a Lodge does something good for this town.

Well, I couldn't have done it
without my favorite power couple.

- Excuse me.
- Thanks, babe.

I hid the manual
in the trailer.

The thing's like a gold mine,
I'll have to show it to you tonight.

Well, Ethel's
gonna be okay, right?

Physically.

But I think she's gonna need
a bit of de-programming.

Oh, well, she can keep
my mom company then.

The Farm got way deeper
into her head than I thought.

And she knows something
about G&G, Jug.

And you still have
Fresh-Aid on your lips.

- Ronnie.
- What is it, Reggie?

We've got a problem. Topside.

Veronica.

What's this?

Another shakedown?

No.

I thought it might feel
more at home here.

A cherry on top
of your accomplishment,

which will be
a roaring success, I'm sure.

I know you don't want
to hear this from me right now,

but I'm still proud of you.

I'm glad you came, Daddy.

If only so you can see how
a legitimate business is run.

Follow me.

Reggie, keep an eye on him.

Ladies and gentlemen.
Ladies and gentlemen.

On behalf of Veronica Lodge,

I thank you one and all for coming to
the grand opening of La Bonne Nuit.

Now,
please welcome to the stage the one and only

Miss Josephine McCoy.

Whoo!

Oh, my God, I'm obsessed
with that gown.

Thanks, Kevin.

♪♪ In olden days ♪♪

♪♪ A glimpse of stocking was ♪♪

♪♪ Looked on as
Something shocking, now ♪♪

♪♪ Heaven knows ♪♪

♪♪ Anything goes ♪♪

♪♪ Good authors too ♪♪

♪♪ Who once knew better words ♪♪

♪♪ Now only use
Four-letter words ♪♪

♪♪ Writing prose ♪♪

♪♪ Anything goes ♪♪

♪♪ The world's Gone mad today ♪♪ -

♪♪ Good's bad today ♪♪

♪♪ Black's white today ♪♪

♪♪ And day's night today ♪♪

♪♪ And all the guys today ♪♪

♪♪ That women
Prize today just... ♪♪

- Hit me.
- What?

Hit me. The Warden wants
a show, he'll get a show.

Come at me.

Damn it, come at me!

Is that the best you got?

I said come at me, wuss.
Make me bleed.

♪♪ Anything goes ♪♪

♪♪ When every night ♪♪

♪♪ The set that smart is in ♪♪

♪♪ Truding in
Nudist parties in ♪♪

♪♪ Studios ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, anything goes ♪♪

♪♪ So though I'm not ♪♪

♪♪ A great romancer ♪♪

♪♪ I know that you're
Bound to answer when ♪♪

♪♪ I propose ♪♪

♪♪ Anything goes ♪♪

♪♪ If driving fast cars
You like ♪♪

♪♪ If low bars you like ♪♪

♪♪ If old hymns you like ♪♪

♪♪ If bare limbs you like ♪♪

♪♪ If Mae West you like ♪♪

♪♪ Or me undressed you like ♪♪

♪♪ Why, nobody will oppose ♪♪

♪♪ Anything goes ♪♪

♪♪ And all the pains
You've got ♪♪

♪♪ If any brains you've got ♪♪

♪♪ From those little radios ♪♪

♪♪ Anything goes ♪♪

♪♪ Anything... ♪♪

That kid... is a star.

♪♪ Anything ♪♪

- What is all this?
- Mad Dog's hand-me-downs.

You're our new champ.

Mr. Andrews.

A token of appreciation...

for your performance.

You've got quite a future at Leopold
and Loeb Detention Center, Mr. Andrews.

You and I, we're just
getting started.

- The hell?
- What happened?

Where the hell
did you get this?

- Have you been playing the game?
- No.

Don't lie to me, boy!

I can still see
the blue on your lips.

Mom, what are you doing here?
What are you two hiding?

- Where did you get that book?
- Who gave this to you?

- Something...
- Jug, do not say anything.

Not until they tell us
what they know about the game.

- You looking through my stuff now, Dad, really?
- You don't get it.

This game is...

It's pure evil.

And no one's ever gonna
play it again.

- Hey!
- Hey, stop.

- No, no, no.
- Stop.

Dad, I'm begging you.

No one's gonna play
Gryphons and Gargoyles,

but that book may be
our best shot of figuring out

- what happened to Dilton and Ben.
- How many copies are there?

As far as we know,
that's the only one.

- Which is why you can't destroy it.
- FP, do it.

Congratulations on your opening night.
The speakeasy's beautiful.

Iconic, you might say.

Hmm.

You left
a little early, I noticed.

I had some business
to attend to.

Showing up with my portrait,
knowing that I have photos of your drug lab.

That must mean you already
cleared it out of the Wyrm

and moved it
to a new location, right?

What drug lab?

What, no burgers?

After the show
you put on last night,

I was expecting
steaks and lobster.

I found something in my cell.

A small rock hammer
Mad Dog kept hidden in a book.

I think he kept it
as a reminder.

That no matter
what happens in here,

there's still a world outside
that's worth getting back to.

The only way any of us are getting
out of here is in a body bag.

Not me. None of you, either.

We're escaping.

Somehow...

we're gonna get
the hell out of here.

Count me in.

Maybe it's for the best.

What do you mean?

Flipping through
that manual felt like...

like I was reading evil.

They played the game, Jug.

My mom, your dad.

That's why they were so down on
us investigating Ben and Dilton,

and why they freaked out
over us having the manual.

Well, if what Ethel said about that
being the only rule book is true,

no one's gonna play
that game ever again.

It's over.

I did what you asked.
I spread your gospel.

Ethel must've done it

before our rendezvous
in the bunker.

Or maybe there was
someone else helping her.

- Um, excuse you.
- Where'd you get this?

It was in my locker.
Same with everyone else.

Either way...

by next weekend,
almost every student at Riverdale High

would be playing
Gryphons and Gargoyles.

And the real game
was just beginning.

Soon, they'll join us.
All of them, my King.

Greg, move your head.