Riverdale (2016–…): Season 4, Episode 11 - Chapter Sixty-Eight: Quiz Show - full transcript

[Jughead]
Winter had come to Riverdale,

and everyone was suffering
from an acute case fever.

No one more so
than Betty Cooper,

who was pouring
her considerable energies

into beating the tar out of
Stonewall Prep's team

led by, wouldn't you know it,
Bret Weston Wallis.

The only person immune
fever?

My pal Archie Andrews...

[sizzling] -...who was feeling
a lot less lonely these days.

Hey, Archie. You okay?

Yeah.



- Yeah, I'm great, Uncle Frank.
- Not me.

First day as foreman...

Man, I'm more nervous than
when I started basic training.

No, you're gonna do awesome.

In fact, I got
something for you.

It's Fred's tool belt.

Yeah, I can't take
another man's gear.

Especially not my brother's.

Well, you're not talking it,
you're borrowing it.

He'd want you to. So do I.

Thanks, Archie...

for everything.

[Betty sighs]

[sighs] Thank God
for Bret's morning workouts...



Jug, do not mention him
right now, okay,

and ruin this moment.

I just love getting you
all wound up.

[Betty sighs]

- Why are you smiling?
- Just everything.

You're here,

I turned in my draft
for the Baxter Brothers book.

And Yale said...

Yale said what?

[Jughead sighs]

Did you get accepted into Yale
and not tell me?

Yeah, I think I did.

Wow.

Are you okay? - Yeah, no,
I'm just... I'm just processing.

But I'm happy for you, Jug.

I'm happy for you,
I'm proud of you.

- Really?
- Yes.

Yes.

Let me show you
how much.

[scoffs] You two
are finally done.

I thought
I'd be late for class.

Oh, I guess I'll see you
in New Haven next year.

Of course, you'll just
be a visitor.

- You got into Yale?
- Yeah. Don't look so surprised.

And don't worry, Betty,

I will try to keep
the co-eds away from Forsythe.

No promises.

But I do promise to crush you
finals,

if Riverdale makes it that far.

Dr. Beaker,
as our chemistry teacher,

we are hoping
you have the skill set

to help us with something
of a personal nature.

Are you a rum drinker,
Dr. Beaker?

[chuckles] Uh,
not during school hours

and never with students.

Ugh, calm down, Dr. Egghead.

[exhales] We're simply
asking you to analyze

our maple-based concoction
to ensure that our recipe

is different enough
from Lodge Rum.

That way, we can't be sued or
ceased-and-desisted by my father.

So I ask you again, Dr. Beaker,
are you a rum drinker?

The board that the runs
the Baxter Brothers

has taken a look at the first draft of
your book, and they have a few thoughts.

Well, one more global thought.

They would like a new mystery.

New mystery?
Like the whole book?

They think the boy in the
river storyline is a bit soft.

They're looking
for something darker.

They mentioned something
about say, um...

serial killers being a potential
fertile ground to explore.

Okay, um, I'll just
have to think about it.

Well, think fast,

and have some pitches prepared.

The Brotherhood is coming here
to meet with you.

So, I need
some serial killer advice.

My publishers want a dark and edgy
villain for the book, Charles.

So now I have to
come up with pitches

in the vein of Zodiac
or Hannibal Lecter.

I figured you would
have some ideas.

Yeah, sure, no problem.

But don't you have
firsthand experience

with an infamous
local serial killer?

You mean the Black Hood?

No, I couldn't
do that to Betty.

Hmm, fair enough.

Well, I've got
boxes full of killers,

so I'll pick out my ten most
gruesome ones for you.

Thank you, Chuck. I owe you.

[Frank] I know you all
worked hard for my brother.

Rest assured,
as the new foreman,

I plan on busting my ass,
the same as you do.

And I specifically want to
thank Tom Keller

for filling in during
these difficult times.

Cool, guys, let's get to work.

- [workers applaud]
- [worker] Okay, guys, let's go.

You know, Archie,
I would've appreciated

a heads-up
that I was being replaced.

I know, Mr. Keller, I'm sorry.

It happened fast, but
Frank has a ton of experience.

I think the crew's
gonna love him.

I gotta be honest
with you, Arch,

I don't know about your uncle.

He's been trouble
since the day he was born.

I must've arrested him a half
dozen times when I was sheriff.

Oh, that was then.

My dad believed in second
chances, Mr. Keller. So do I.

[Quiz Show
theme music playing]

Welcome back to the Regional
Semi-finals.

Seaside High trails Riverdale
210 to 240,

and now for the final round.

Which Venetian island
has been famous

for glassmaking
since the 13th century?

- [buzzing in]
- Murano.

- [host] Correct.
- Never go in August. So many mosquitoes.

What is the length
of the diagonal

if the side
of the square is 10?

- [buzzing in]
- 10 square root of 2.

- [host] Correct.
- My brilliant little savant.

Which of the following
is the powerhouse of the cell.

- [buzzing in] - Mitochondria.
- [host] Correct.

Which Americans
architect's house

- in southwest Pennsylvania...
- [buzzing in]

- Frank Lloyd Wright.
- [host] Correct.

Who also designed Thornhill.
I knew that.

[timer chiming] - Well, time's up.
Riverdale has won.

They will go on to face
Stonewall Prep in the finals.

Hey, Betty.
You did great out there.

Great might not be
good enough to beat him.

Ah, that's Bret, huh?

Bret Weston Wallis clearly came
here to throw me off my game.

Is there any way
you could help me with him?

As long as it doesn't involve
shallow graves and lye.

No, I just wanna
make him sweat.

He's a son of a diplomat,
brags about being untouchable.

But what skeletons
are buried in his closet?

Any intel you could find
that would help me

mess with his mind
would be much appreciated.

Is it because he got into Yale
and you didn't?

- [sighs]
- Alice told me.

Charles, I worked my ass off
for four years,

I put an extra time
Blue and Gold,

I maintained a 4.1 GPA,
and I still didn't get in.

Not knowing why
is driving me crazy.

My former mentor at the FBI,
he teaches criminal law at Yale.

I'll see if I can get you
some answers.

About Yale [inhales] and Bret.

Thank you.

[Jughead] And so, anyway,
the Baxter Brothers

are trying to catch this serial
killer named the Fish Monger,

[sighs] who gets his name
because he guts his victims...

The idea of a serial killer
is intriguing,

but what we've heard so far
feels a bit... forced.

Okay...

What about a serial killer
that uses social media

in order to stalk his prey?

Forsythe's best work stems
from his personal experiences.

Might I suggest
you start there?

What about a dark
and ominous force

that threatens
the town of Seaport?

Uh, an obsessed killer
who is looking to expose

the hypocrisy
and sins of his neighbors.

The Baxter Brothers discover that
the man unleashing his righteous rage

is the father of Bobby Baxter's
girlfriend, Tracy True.

This sound promising.

What's the name of the killer?

Uh, the Brown Hood.

If you give me a little more
time, I can come up with another...

No, we like this.

You ask me, this sounds like
a million dollar idea.

*RIVERDALE (US)*
Season 04 Episode 11

Episode Title:
"Chapter Sixty-Eight: Quiz Show"

[grunts]

- Hey.
- Hey.

I just drove by the site.
Where are the guys?

Oh, Frank called it a day

and decided to invite everybody
back to your place

for beers and tall tales.

Oh, you didn't wanna go?

Somebody's gotta balance the books
here, Archie, they're bit of a mess.

How so?

Well, for starters,
nobody received their Christmas bonuses.

- Your dad never missed a year.
- We'll bounce back,

Mr. Keller, we just
need more time.

[Frank laughs]
You gotta remember

at this point Fred is three
sheets to the wind, okay?

And he's somehow convinced himself
that stealing Seaside's mascot

would give Riverdale the edge
in the playoff game, okay?

[door closes]

So, he climbs over
this big fence, right,

and he goes to grab Peter
the Pig out of his pen,

and get this,
he can't climb back out.

- [all laughing]
- He is absolutely trapped.

So, the next morning,
security shows up,

and there's Fred,
all curled up in the mud,

holding on to
this squealing hog,

and without missing a beat,
my brother says,

"I got the bacon.
You got the eggs?"

[all laughing]

Your old man sure knew
how to pick a crew.

Reminds me of the guys
I served with.

Mr. Keller said
some of the guys were upset

they didn't get
their bonuses this year.

Hmm, you're so much
like your dad.

Always worried
about other people.

Relax, we got this.

For you.

How very generous.

But do I need to remind you that I
actually own the patent on this rum?

Correction, Daddy.

You own the patent on sad,
tired molasses-based rum.

Ours is maple-based.

And, in a pre-emptive move
to rum-block you,

we had a scientist analyze it.

According to him,

by making the main ingredient
maple syrup,

our rum's DNA
has changed by 51%.

[Veronica] Which means, legally,
you can't sue or stop us.

And, should you be inspired to create
your own version of our invention,

consider yourself forewarned,

because we control
the patent on maple rum.

So, toodles.

In other words, Daddy,
our rum war is back on.

Your instincts
were right again, Betty.

As requested, I did some
digging on Bret.

[Betty] And what did you find?

[gasps]

- Betty, what's up?
- I'm so onto you, Bret.

God, you just think
you're so untouchable,

and that everyone
is beneath you,

but the truth is,
you are a filthy cheater.

Whoa, Betty, hang on
for a minute, what's going on?

Your roommate's father paid
someone to take the PSATs for him.

Oh, but don't worry,
his father covered it all up,

and then bought his way
into Stonewall,

as I'm sure
he did with Yale, as well.

Because the truth is,

you haven't earned a single
thing in your life, Bret.

You're just
a pathetic rich kid.

Why're you making me out
to be the villain here?

It's not like I'm the one
writing a YA fiction

based off the exploits
of your deranged father.

Is that what
your novel is about?

Betty, wait. Betty?

[Veronica]
Cheryl, I've been musing.

We now have
a truly enviable product.

But we still need to get the
word out to potential customers.

So, what if we make I.
Bonne Nuit our base of operations?

Query.

Didn't your daddykins revoke
this place's liquor licence?

We wouldn't sell rum.
We would hand out free samples.

And, instead of being
a speakeasy,

we'd reopen I. Bonne Nuit
as a dance club.

Interesting.

Sweaty people
equals thirsty people,

equals people desperate
for overpriced mocktails.

Meanwhile,
we covertly hand out

samples of our
delicious homemade rum.

Our coat check girl
could take down the names

and orders
of potential customers,

and the legitimate money
we bring in at the club

could help fund
our shadow operation.

- [door bells jingle]
- [music playing]

[Fogarty] Kevin.

[Kevin sighs]

Now's not a good time, Fangs.

I'm waiting
for my Grind'em date.

[chuckles]
I'm not stalking you.

I'm just picking up
a couple of burgers.

But I want to apologize
for what I did to you.

- I was under Edgar's control.
- Fangs, I get it.

I was brainwashed
by Edgar, too.

But that doesn't mean
we should get back together.

Can we just go on a date
and see what happens?

[door bell jingles]

Sorry, my date just got here.

- Hi, are you Terry? I'm Kevin.
- Nice to meet you.

Listen, do you want
to get out of here?

I have a room
at the Five Seasons.

- Unless that's too forward?
- No, not at all.

[sighs]

[Betty] Tell me Bret is lying.

Tell me that you didn't
exploit my family tragedy

for a Baxter Brothers novel.

Betty, it was a Hail Mary.

I had to give the Baxter
Brotherhood something.

I was never going to go through
with it without asking you first.

And I didn't ask you because
I wasn't even going to do it.

If you wanna use my life,

you wanna write
about the Black Hood,

have the guts to ask me.

- Don't lie to my face.
- I wasn't lying.

No, you were just
omitting the truth,

which is exactly what you did
about the Quill and Skull,

and about getting
accepted into Yale.

I told you about Yale,

I just had to figure out
the best time to do so.

Oh, and the best time to do so
was right after we had sex?

[stammers] There isn't a handbook
on how to tell your girlfriend

that you got accepted
to her dream school.

Yeah, especially not when the only
reason you got accepted to Yale

is because
of this stupid school.

[exhales sharply]
Oh, is that what you think?

That I don't deserve
to go to Yale?

[sighs]

Thanks.

Good news, fellas. I just got off
the phone with the mayor's office,

and we've been hired to repair
the drainage system in the prison.

Government job,
real money.

We can't do that, Mr. Keller.

We can't do business
with Hiram Lodge.

That prison represents everything
wrong and corrupt about this town.

We'd be taking
blood money from Hiram.

My dad wouldn't do it.
I won't either.

Archie, we can't just do
business with the people we like.

Kid made his decision, Tom.

Yeah, well, I think he's made
the wrong decision.

I don't know if he should be
getting advice from you about it.

Yeah, well, I'm family,

so I got more to say
in this than you do.

Look, I've made up my mind,
we'll figure out another way.

And please, don't tell any
of the other crew about this.

The morale's
low enough as it is.

Let's keep it between us.

Okay.

Hey, Betty.
Do you have a minute?

I just heard
from my mentor at Yale.

[sighs] Yeah.

What was it? My grades?
My essay? What?

Just rip the band-aid
off, Charles.

It wasn't any of that.

It was that they didn't want to
accept the daughter of the Black Hood.

They were afraid that if your
father's identity got out,

it would generate bad press,
problems with other students.

I'm sorry.

What the hell
is wrong with you, Bret?

Why would you go
and tell Betty that?

How did you even know?

DuPont mentioned something.

I thought you were supposed
to be watching my back,

- not stabbing it.
- Wait, look,

I didn't do this
to hurt you, Jones.

I did it to get under
Betty's skin finals.

So you threw a live grenade
into my relationship,

so you could win
a trivia contest?

Of course.

This is what it means
to be a Quill and Skull.

To win at any cost, always.

You'll never be satisfied,
will you, Dad?

It wasn't enough that you had
to ruin my past and my present,

but you had
to destroy my future too.

Even rotting in the ground,
you still find ways to torture me.

[sighs]

Not anymore. [sniffles]

I'm done.

I hate you!

Betty. Betty! Betty.

Honey. It's okay, honey.
It's okay.

- It's okay.
- [crying]

I'm so sorry, honey.

It's okay.

Charles told me everything.

I'm sorry.

[Frank] There he is, Big Red.
Come join us.

One second, Uncle Frank,
I'm just grabbing a soda.

Uh, where was I? Oh, right.

[indistinct chatter]

- [Carlos] Hey.
- Carlos, did you want a beer?

I'm good.

Um, listen, Archie,

I heard we turned down
a government contract.

- Is that true?
- Where did you hear that?

From my buddies
working the gig.

Look, Carlos, that's not
the kind of job we take.

Well, some of the guys
are pretty pissed about it.

There's a lot of tension
on the site.

Something doesn't change soon,
your crew's gonna quit.

And some advice...

You should spend a little more
time with your boots on the ground.

At the site, with us.

Okay?

[Kevin chuckling]

Okay, okay. [exhales]

- What is with the tickling?
- [sighs]

Have you ever
videotaped yourself?

- Once. It didn't go well.
- No.

Videotaped yourself
getting tickled?

Why does every date I go on
have to get super weird?

It's just tickling. No sex.

You don't even have
to take off your shirt.

I direct you
and another hot guy.

It's fun.

And it pays.

- How much?
- Five grand a video.

[chuckles]

Um...

So it's with another guy,
not you?

I just work the camera.

But I have someone
who'd be really into you.

A total beefcake.

What do you say?

- Sure.
- Cool, I'll text my guy.

He's waiting down at the bar.

[knocking on door]

You didn't have to come.

Yes, I did.

Especially after what your mom
told me downstairs.

You okay?

I mean, I fully spiraled
in a cemetery.

No, you had a human reaction

to a situation that was
totally out of your control.

I'm sorry that I wasn't there
for you when you needed me.

I love you.
I really hate when we fight.

You deserve Yale, Jug.

And I'm so happy for you.

It's just hard for me
to untangle

that from how sad I am
that I won't be going.

[chuckles]

It's not fair.

But I've been thinking...

Stonewall got me into Yale,

but what if I could pay
it forward, helping you win?

- You mean, Quiz Show?
- No,

you've got that in the bag.

I'm talking about the other,
bigger game that we're playing.

[dance music playing]

Cheryl, we're a hit.

As is our maple concoction.

But did you expect
anything less?

And we already have a long
list of interested buyers.

Let's keep those
free shots flowing.

[man] Sheriff's department.

What the hell is this?

Haven't you been through
enough of them to know?

- It's a raid.
- For some trumped up reason, no doubt.

You may be mayor,

but you can't just barge in
here like you own the place.

Well, this warrant
says otherwise.

It has been brought
to my attention

that there is alcohol
being sold on the premises.

False, we aren't
selling anything.

You don't think I know
what game you girls are playing?

Ladies, I'm the grand master.

And when you play
against me, you'll lose

every single time.

[snaps fingers]

[people gasping]

[pop music playing]

Are you sure he understands
what kind of video we're making?

That it's just tickling?

Relax.

Daryl's one of my top earners,

and subscribers love it
when opposites pair up.

Trust me, I've done
hundreds of these.

Did you say hundreds?
What kind of operation are you running?

Play your cards right, stud,
and you'll find out.

[cracks knuckles]

[pours rum]

Fear not, we have a new batch brewing at
Thistlehouse even as we lick our wounds.

And to what end?

To become floor polish
like that batch?

And I know my father,
he'll just keep raiding this place

[sighs]

Yes, he will raid this place.

Why're you saying it
like it's a good thing?

Because I've just had one of my
hellaciously simple, yet brilliant ideas.

What if we keep this location open
as a nightclub as a distraction?

Get him to focus
on I. Bonne Nuit

while we relocate
our rum business elsewhere.

Do you happen to have
one of these magical realms

tucked away
in your back pocket?

Back pocket?
More like top floor.

You're a natural, Kev.
You have a great laugh.

Terrific timber.

Great.

You can make a lot more if
and when you build a following.

Terry, this is
a one-time thing.

That's a shame.
You could make some serious bank.

All right, let me ask you.

Would I always have
to work with Daryl?

Daryl's popular, but, no. Why?

Did you have
someone else in mind?

Cheryl, what is this place?
[door opens]

Mumsie's old brothel.
The Maple Club.

The most exclusive gentlemen's
club in town, just sitting here.

Okay, but is a former cathouse
really on-brand

for our female
empowerment start-up?

Mommy Dreadful was certainly
was no ally to the cause,

but that doesn't mean we can't use
this place for our own purposes.

[blows]

Not only is its rent prepaid
for the rest of the year,

but it is and has
everything we need.

Private drinking club, check.

Premium security system, check.

List of Riverdale's
richest rubes...

Check.

Look at all the names in here.

Cheryl, do you realize
what this is?

Clients with
the financial means

to pay at the price point
we require.

Exactly.

So, let's tap those scumbags
like maple trees

and start making
some real money.

As a valued long-term client,
we wanted you to be the first to know

that the Maple Club
is reopening.

No, we are no longer
a bordello.

Think of it more
as a social club,

offering exclusivity,
discretion...

...and high-end,
maple-centric liquor,

a brand so rare it can only
be purchased on the premises.

[Veronica] Yes, I had a feeling

that might be
of interest to you.

Of course...

- You'll be put at the top of the list.
- You'll be put at the top of the list.

Between senior year

and operating
La Bonne Nuit as a cover,

we're taking on
quite the load.

What we need is
a full-time live-in manager.

Someone who will be
beholden to us.

Who will live,
eat, and sleep here

to ensure
things run smoothly.

I have the perfect candidate.

[Veronica]
You've got to be kidding me.

- Cheryl, she's a killer.
- So was Betty's father.

So was your father.

True.

Why have you come for me,
nightmare child?

To offer you
a change of venue, Mumsie.

And a way for you to work off
your debt to society and to me.

As long as you're willing to
play by our tightly coiled rules.

[scoffs]

[Keller] I knew it was
gonna happen,

I just didn't think
it was gonna happen this quick.

What's the problem, Mr. Keller?

There's 200 bucks
missing from petty cash.

You know anything
about that, Frank?

Yeah, I borrowed it
against my salary.

You mean, you stole it.

You can't steel something when your
family name's on the shingle, Tom.

Your brother
put up that sign, Frank.

It had nothing to do with you.

Archie, I've done
my best to help you,

but if you're gonna stand beside
a piece of garbage like this,

we're finished.

- Uncle Frank.
- [Keller grunts]

Mr. Keller.

[both grunting]

That's it. I'm done. I quit.

Any of you
who want to work a job

where you actually get paid,
you know where to find me.

Just gonna keep
giving me the silent treatment?

I stuck my neck out
for you, Frank.

How the hell could
you steal from the till?

I didn't steal it.

I borrowed it against
my future salary.

If you needed money,
why didn't you just come to me?

Because you're my nephew.

I'm a 40-year-old man, Archie.

I did eight years
in the military,

seven of that in combat.

How the hell do you think
it makes me feel

to have to ask
a teenager for a loan?

What did you even need it for?

I got a hot tip,
a sure thing at the track.

[scoffs] You're gambling
with it?

I was trying to earn enough
to pay the guys their bonuses.

But go ahead and think the worst,
Archie, everybody else does.

[door opens]

- [door closes]
- [sighs]

[woman] All right,
we're on in five.

[man 1] One-two, one-two.

[man 2] Sound check, please.

[man 3]
Cam one, over here, please.

[indistinct chatter]

[Jughead] Betty.

This is Mr. Brooks,

the Yale recruiter
I was telling you about.

Recruiter? It's a pleasure
to meet you, sir.

The pleasure is mine.

Forsythe was insistent
I see you in action.

- He's your biggest cheerleader.
- And I'm his too.

- Okay, break a leg out there.
- Okay, thanks.

Nice to meet you.

- Betty.
- Hi.

- Jughead told me about the recruiter.
- Mmm-hmm.

If you win out there,
you get another shot?

Yup, as if I wasn't
already stressed enough.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm just
really excited for you.

I left you a present
in the greenroom.

[sighs]

Oh, my God, Mom.
What did you do?

Well, hello, everyone, and
Quiz Show.

We have our returning
champions, Stonewall Prep,

facing first-time finalists
Riverdale High.

So, let's get quizzing.

What country has the longest
coastline in continental Europe?

- [buzzing in]
- Norway.

Correct.

- [buzzing in]
- The miracle of Dunkirk.

Correct.

- [buzzing in]
- Aft, bow, port, starboard.

Correct.

[buzzing in] - If the limit
never approaches anything,

- the limit does not exist.
- [host] Correct.

In his 1899 novella
The Jungle Book,

- what author...
- Rudyard Kipling.

[host] Correct.

- [buzzing in]
- Demand...

Demand side economics.

Why are we even here?

It's like she knows the answers
before the question are even asked.

- [buzzing in]
- Burgundy, France.

Oh, sorry, that's incorrect.

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

[host] To Stonewall.

- [buzzing in]
- Cotes du Rhone.

Oh, sorry,
that's also incorrect.

It's Bordeaux, jackhole.

Actually, Bret, it's Alsace.

The correct answer is Alsace.

Well, with the thrilling
back and forth,

the score's still tied at 520.

[dramatic music playing]

Well, that sound
can only mean one thing,

it is time
for our final question.

It's all your, B.
Destroy that pleated khaki trash monster.

For the win.

In a manual
transmission vehicle,

what mechanical device connects
two or more rotating shafts?

[both buzz in]

Spark plug.

That is incorrect.

[sighs]

[host] Riverdale,
your chance to steal.

The clutch.

That is correct.

- [bell chiming]
- [all cheering]

[host] Riverdale has won.

- Riverdale are the winners.
- Oh, my God!

[host] Well, there
you have it, everyone.

Another fantastic Quiz Show.
Thanks for joining in.

[Alice] Say, "Victory."

- [all] Victory.
- [camera clicks]

Okay, that's cute.

I'll take genius girlfriends
for 200, Alex.

I don't know what's better,

the win or the look
on Bret's face.

Well, you're gonna to solve
every mystery in Connecticut,

and we're going to eat
a lot of pizza.

[Betty chuckles]

[Alice] It looks perfect there.

And I'm so glad to see that
you're not beating yourself up.

You did what you had to do.

Yeah, not in the way
that you think, Mom.

I didn't use the answers
that you stole.

I tore those up
and threw them away.

I wanted to beat Bret
fair and square.

- I take it the bet came in?
- Yeah.

Turned $200 into ten grand.

It's enough to pay the bonuses.

We good now?

This is great, Uncle Frank.

But, no, we're not good.

When you took that money,

it felt like you were stealing
from my dad.

I was just trying
to help, Archie.

It's not what you did.
It's how you did it.

Andrews Construction
isn't just a business,

it's my dad's legacy.

We treat it with honor,
with respect.

This can't happen again.

You sound just like him.

And I understand.

[students chanting]
Betty! Betty!

[all cheering]

We did it, Mr. Honey.
We won.

You did, Ms. Cooper,

and apparently how you did it
is a grave problem.

I don't understand.
What do you...

This was found in the trash
inside your greenroom.

My office, now!

[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

[bag thuds]

The school called.
I tried convincing Mr. Honey

that you had nothing
to do with it.

That this was my doing to try
to give you an advantage.

To balance the damage
your father has done.

I know, Mom.

Why aren't you at work?

Apparently, somebody told
my station manager,

and I have been
put on leave without pay

for who knows how long.

I just don't understand,
how could anyone find out?

I mean, where's the evidence?
I was so careful.

Exhibit A.

Someone must have
dug through my trash,

probably Bret.

But you didn't even
use these answers.

Doesn't matter.
No one believes me.

I saw how hard
you studied, Betty.

You earned that trophy.

Well, according to Mr. Honey,
Riverdale's victory

has been tainted
by a cloud of scandal.

So, it's been overturned.
Stonewall Prep wins again.

And I've been suspended,
pending further investigation.

[school bell ringing]

Before I say
what I'm about to say, Fangs,

I wanna make one thing clear.

This is not about me
wanting to get back together.

Understand?

I've heard better
opening lines.

I have a proposal for you.

It's good money,
on-camera work.

It's a little weird, but it'll
be infinitely less weird

if I do it with someone I know.

On camera?

What're you talking
about, Kevin?

Just... promise me you'll keep
an open mind. Okay, stud?

Thanks for meeting me,
Mr. Keller.

I wanted to make sure
you got your bonus,

and to apologize.

I'm a grown man, Archie.
I can take care of myself.

Would you consider coming back
to Andrews Construction?

You know that I want to,

but if Frank's going
to be sticking around,

I just don't think
that's a good idea.

What if I made you foreman?

Archie, you're a good kid.
You always have been.

But you trust too much.

I know who my Uncle Frank is,
Mr. Keller.

Sure, he's a mixed bag.

But I can't turn my back
on family.

I understand that.

Good luck to you. I just pray
that Frank Andrews

isn't the end
of your dad's company.

Thank you.

One Maple Rum Punch
and one Maplejito

for Mr. Arklight and his guest.

How's the front of house going?

Busy. Word is spreading faster
than a fire at Thornhill.

- Hmm.
- [cell phone vibrating]

It's Pop Tate. Apparently I.
Bonne Nuit just got raided again.

Heavens, whatever will
your father find this time?

Let me think, a club of sweaty dancing
teenagers imbibing virgin coladas,

fizzy juice drinks,
and coffee-infused colas.

To our two income streams
being up and running.

I'll drink to that.

[Penelope] Is this mask
absolutely necessary?

It's mandatory, Mother.

Unless you want someone
to find out your identity,

you'll keep that false face on

and stay within
the walls of the Maple Club.

And if you get
the itch to run...

..that ankle monitor and
proximity sensor I put on you

will start screeching like
a cat in heat, Mrs. Blossom.

Take this as a win.

You're under house-arrest,
minding our shop whilst we're in school.

But at least you're not in that
petri dish of a teen sex bunker.

You're a pathological lunatic,
you know that, Bret?

I know what you did to Betty.

Easy, Forsythe.

From what I hear,
she did it to herself.

You consider yourself to be
this elite man of honor,

but you are nothing more
than a joke and a coward.

You know, when you say
things like that, Forsythe,

it really upsets me.

Oh, I'm sorry. Have I
besmirched your precious honor?

- You're damn right, you have.
- Good.

Because as stated by
the Quill and Skull charter,

any dispute between two members

can be solved
according to the code

of the society
of the founding fathers.

A duel.

You can't be serious.

Oh, I'm as serious
as a shot to the heart.

[chuckles]

- Um...
- Are you scared?

No, amused at the thought
of your ponytailed girlfriend

- weeping over your dead body.
- That's not gonna happen.

- So, sudden death?
- Yes or no?

- [door bells jingle]
- [music playing]

- Hey.
- Hi.

I got here as soon as I could.
What's going on?

[crying] I just don't think
I can do this anymore, Arch.

I keep waiting for Jug
to come back, but he doesn't.

And he won't.
He won't ever come back.

And I don't know
how I'm supposed to keep going.

Day by day, Betty,
we'll get through this...

together.

Sync & Corrections by srjanapala