Riverdale (2016–…): Season 6, Episode 15 - Chapter One Hundred and Ten: Things That Go Bump in the Night - full transcript

And now I've been working

at the Greendale Public Library
for almost seven years.

How marvelous.

And what about your mother?

How is she doing these days?

Oh, um,

not long after we moved
to Greendale,

she died in a tragic accident.

How Gothic.

I'm so sorry, Heather.

It's a long time ago now.



But tell me about you, Cheryl.

Are you...

unattached?

I was seeing someone special
named Toni.

We had a beautiful

and nurturing relationship
for a time.

But we've both gone on
to forge different paths.

We're friends.

Are you...

seeing anyone?

Every now and then.

Nothing serious or long-term.

Oh, my goodness,
it's almost the witching hour.

I better get going or I'll miss the
midnight bus back to Greendale.



Wait, Heather,
before you leave...

You're a librarian.

By an odd coincidence,

I've had the most cuckoo notion

of turning Thorn hill
into Riverdale's

new privately-owned library.

How kismet.

Since you're a scholar
of the library sciences,

would you mind helping me?

Cheryl, of course.

Why don't I come back tomorrow?

Despite my best
efforts to have

Pop's declared
a historic landmark,

my request was denied.

But look, just because Percival
claimed land rights

doesn't mean I'm gonna
let him bulldoze Pop's.

As you've said
many times, Grandpa,

the diner is this town's soul.

Its safe harbor.

Luckily,

I possibly came up with an idea
that could buy us some time.

So, my mother
looked the other way

and allowed my father's evil
to flourish.

She helped him
bury a body

which rotted under our
family dining room table

for decades.

That's the Coopers.

Apple pies served
over an unmarked grave.

And your father was groomed
by his mother to kill,

- wasn't he?
- Hmm.

My disturbing inheritance. Yes.

Agent Cooper...

Betty...

you survived 18 years
of trauma in that house.

And you need
to move out of it, ASAP.

Is there a place you can go to?

A boyfriend's house
or your girlfriend's?

A boyfriend.

Well, thank you

for the impromptu
therapy session,

Agent Drake.

I'm glad you requested
a transfer to help with TBK.

Well, of course.
And it's Jillian.

Or just Drake, if you prefer.

A little walk, huh?

Yeah. Come on.

- Hey.
- Hey.

We were just about to go for
a walk. Do you want to join us?

Um, can I ask you
something first?

Yeah. Everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine. Um...

Would you mind
if I moved in here?

While I untangle
all of my...

- emotional childhood trauma?
- Of course you can.

You can stay for
as long as you need.

We would love to have you.

Right, Bingo?

Okay, come on. Let's go.

Good boy.

Thanks for
talking with us, Janet.

Kevin's still pressing

for full custody
of Baby Anthony.

That's so disappointing.

But I'm happy to help,
of course.

As we discussed,
there are certain circumstances

that are working against you.

Like that we're gangbangers?

And the fact that you both have
criminal records.

Well, how about the fact
that I'm Anthony's mother?

And a high school
guidance counselor

with a master's degree
in social work?

All good points that will be
brought up in court,

but it's not a slam dunk,
I'm afraid.

How about you, Fangs?
Are you working?

Uh, yeah, I was a truck driver,

and now I work part-time

- at Toni's Bar.
- Our bar.

And he takes care
of Baby Anthony

while I'm at school
during the day.

That's got to look good
to a judge.

It depends on the judge,
to be honest.

There's something I want
to pitch to you, Archie.

It's the only way I can think
to save Pop's long-term.

What if we broke the diner down

and moved it to a new,
safe location?

Brick-by-brick.
Somewhere we know for sure

Percival can't claim
eminent domain ever again.

Where do you have in mind?

As of now, TBD.

But in the meantime, we could
just put the diner into storage.

Once I secure
a piece of protected land,

we can rebuild Pop's.

Look, Percival clearly sees
Pop's as a threat.

The symbol and the headquarters
of the resistance.

- We have to keep it as intact as possible.
- Okay.

Hell yeah. Let me get a crew
together and get this done for you.

Amazing. Amazing. Thank you.

But we have to do it fast.

Because Percival's
allegedly gonna be bulldozing

in the next few days.

Yeah, well, he sucks.

But don't worry about it. There'll be
nothing there for him to knock down.

Ah, writer's block,

the constant foe in my life.

And I've run out of ways
to procrastinate.

Reggie and the shareholders

have declared open war
on me, Jughead.

I need money
to build up my war chest

if I want to keep control
of this place.

So, knowing that you
can read minds,

I'm proposing

we use your gift
for our mutual benefit.

And how would that work?

You've heard of those

mentalist acts?

Like the kind in Vegas?

I want to present one here.

You can be the seer.

I'll be your Girl Friday,
working the crowd.

You read a few minds,
astonish a few out-of-towners,

and we make some bucks.

Sixty-forty split.
My way, of course.

Fifty-fifty.

And we only read
the minds of the willing.

Done and done.

Okay, guys, it's been a minute.

We got a new gig lined up.

Andrews Construction

is gonna tear down
and rebuild Pop's.

This a union job?

It is, Carlos. Which means, uh,

health benefits,
time-and-a-half,

pension plans, and no scabs.

What do you guys say?
You ready to save Pop's?

Yeah!

Hey.

- Hey.
- Anthony just went down.

How was your day?

It was good. It was good.

Archie's putting together
a new crew to help move Pop's.

So I signed up.

Okay. Well, we should
probably talk to Janet

before we make
any big life changes.

Fine.

But I want to start pulling
my weight around here, Toni.

I don't want the judge to think
I'm some kind of freeloader.

"Freeloader"?

Are you joking?

I couldn't do any of this
without you.

I hear you. I hear you.

I just want to do everything
that I possibly can

to help provide
for Baby Anthony.

I think it'll make me
a better father.

You're already
an amazing father.

We'll make this work.

Thanks, Toni.

Hey, guys.

I'm just gonna grab
a couple things.

Where's Grandma?

Upstairs. Resting.

What are you guys up to?

Where did you get that cat?

Granny got him for us.

Oh.

What's his name?

Butterscotch.

We're gonna have so much fun
playing with his tail.

Um...

I'm just gonna borrow
Butterscotch for a little bit

and make sure that he has
all of his shots and whatnot.

Okay. But bring him back soon
so he can catch mice for us.

Okay.

I need
your insight, Drake.

Regarding some more
fringe science stuff.

Of course,
always happy to help.

Oh.

What would you say
if I told you that I recently

acquired the ability

to see auras around
people who are...

threats?

Auras are the energy fields
that emanate from us.

Some people are more sensitive
and can see those vibrations.

Sounds like you detect
hostile energy fields.

Last night, I saw an aura
around my nephew, Dagwood,

but not around
his twin sister, Juniper.

So, I was worried
Dagwood was having

evil impulses towards
a newly acquired pet.

Now in a shelter.

Impulses that he hasn't
acted on yet, thank God,

but it felt like a...

like a brewing threat.

Who else have you seen
an aura around?

Killers.

- People who are about to cause harm.
- Mm-hmm.

But there are exceptions.

I didn't see
an aura around TBK,

even though he was
planning to attack Archie.

It's like I have a blind spot
for some people.

One that I would like
to figure out and remove.

Well, the twins could be
a sort of test-case scenario.

For a while I thought maybe
they could have inherited

the MAOA gene.

It runs in my family.
I have it, my mother has it.

Maybe Dagwood
inherited the gene,

and that's why I could see
his aura,

because he's
a killer-in-the-making?

Get the twins tested
for the gene.

Find out if one or both,
or neither has it.

Know a doctor
who would do that?

Thank you for seeing us

on such short notice,
Dr. Curdle.

Of course, Miss Cooper.

And are these the subjects

we'll be testing
for the MAOA gene?

Yeah. These are
my niece and nephew,

Juniper and Dagwood.

Now, let's set an
intention for your new library.

Smoke of air and fire of earth,

cleanse and bless
this home and hearth.

Under careful cultivation,

create a space for...

innovation.

You know, Heather...

I, too, am a student
of the arcane arts.

Studying Wicca,

worshipping the goddess Hecate,

it helped me self-actualize.

That's beautiful.

I, too, have
dabbled in the occult.

Tell me more about that.

Unbelievable.

And this is what
it must've looked like

back in the day
before it opened up.

So much potential. Huh.

Well, it's like
you said, Tabitha,

- it's only temporary.
- Hello.

Oh, I'm so sorry to intrude.

I just... I thought I'd
check on my property...

and on this fine crew
you've assembled.

And let them know
about a job opportunity

I might have for them.

We're already
on a job here, Percival.

Yes, but my railroad project
is set to begin in earnest, so.

And as foreman,
I would like to offer

each and every one of you
a place on our crew.

It's long-term.

Higher wages, signing bonus.

And not a penny in union dues.

We're all long-term
union members here, Frank,

like you used to be.

Like my dad fought for.

Nobody wants
what you're selling.

Perhaps your crew would like
to speak for themselves.

Yeah, actually, I'm interested.

Fangs, you can't be serious.

Toni and I are drowning
in legal bills, Archie.

If there's an offer for longer-term
work with less dues, more money...

That is exactly
what we're offering.

Glad to have
you aboard, Mr. Fogarty.

As for the rest of you,

we hope you'll consider
the offer to join our team.

Sooner rather than later.

♪ I know this dream of life
Is never ending ♪

♪ It goes around and 'round
And 'round again ♪

♪ You know the sun is rising
While descending ♪

♪ It goes on and on

♪ And never ends

Ladies and gentlemen,

you're in for a treat tonight.

The Babylonium
is proud to present

The Seer of the South side,

Forsythe the Fantastic!

Now, remember,
ladies and gentlemen...

we can all see

this brave soul's number.

But Forsythe
the Fantastic cannot.

Or can he?

Forsythe?

Yes.

I do see something
through the fog.

Is it...

115,658?

It is indeed.

Bravo, Forsythe.

Seer of the South side!

What the hell?

Oh, my God.

We left this truck
fully loaded last night.

I locked it myself.

- Who'd steal booths and tables?
- Wait, Archie.

You have to see this.

Who could've done this?
And why?

This has Percival's
fingerprints all over it.

Agreed.

He wants to flatten the diner
with everything still in it.

Tough luck

'cause we're getting it all
out of here again.

Double-time. Come on.

And I will deal with Percival.

- Percival.
- Mm.

I just came from Pop's,
where all the furniture

and the decor
that was in a moving truck

is now suddenly
back inside the diner.

Stop messing with me.

Ms. Tate,

I have legitimately no idea
what you're talking about.

I want you off
that property, remember?

No, no, no, no. What you want

is you want Pop's
and its contents destroyed.

And for the hundredth time,

- that's not gonna happen.
- Mmm.

Oops.

♪ After you, who

♪ Could supply
My sky of blue? ♪

Help! Help!

- What happened?
- Sam got electrocuted

trying to move the jukebox!

Oh, my God.

Agent Cooper.

Dr. Curdle, hi.

Do you have the twins'
MAOA test results back already?

Indeed.

And the girl has the gene,

but the boy does not.

Okay, so I can see

Dagwood's aura,
but he doesn't have the gene.

Juniper, on the other hand,
has the MAOA gene,

and no apparent aura.

Maybe it's counter intuitive.

Meaning those who have
the serial killer gene

are the ones in my blind spot?

Yes. The MAOA gene
produces a specific enzyme.

You have it, Juniper has it.

Maybe that enzyme
is masking your ability

to detect the aura in question.

Now the million-dollar
question is,

how do we test this new theory?

That guy from the
hospital. Trevor. I saw his aura.

I also saw Cheryl's aura

when she was being
inhabited by Abigail.

Great. Let's get them tested
for the gene.

Yeah.

But first we gotta get the twins out
of that house and away from my mom.

You don't think she'd
hurt them, do you?

Not intentionally,

but she's in deep
with Percival Pickens.

And if the twins have
any inclination

towards violence and mayhem,

I don't want them
crossing paths with him.

Reggie, I have nothing to say to
you until our next board meeting.

Yeah, well, I do.

And it's not something
one discusses over the phone.

Your act with Jones.
I want a cut.

Wow.

Even for you. Wow.

You are so unburdened
by intelligence

or reason,
I am almost in awe.

Why on earth would I give you
a cut of our act?

Because I know
your secrets, Ronnie.

What would happen
if I told Percival

you're the one that
put a hit on Hiram?

That tidbit alone
would destroy your career,

your reputation,
and probably land you in jail.

Blackmailing me, Reggie?

Is that how you roll now?

I'm not trying
to be greedy about it.

All I want

is 20%, let's say.

Um, whose car is out front?

Ours.

I used my signing bonus
as a down payment.

Archie gave you
a signing bonus?

Uh, no.

Perceval did.
I joined his crew.

He's paying almost double
what Archie is.

Fangs, Percival is
evil incarnate.

He's trying
to dismantle Riverdale.

And for all we know,
he could have been responsible

for Baby Anthony's kidnapping.

People are saying
he can control their minds.

For instance, Kevin,

Alice, Frank.

Yeah, Archie already
warned me about that.

He told me that I can use

an emotional tether
to keep that from happening.

Baby Anthony will be my tether.

The Queen of Wands.

Well, I do consider
myself a queen.

This card represents
a new strength

or ability you've discovered.

A power within you
that has ignited.

That might be accurate.

The Lovers.

You yearn for connection.

Intimacy.

Love.

Don't we all yearn
for those things?

Oh. That doesn't look good.

It isn't.

The Tower is a dark card,

promising disaster,
carnage, war.

Welcome to Riverdale.

What happened, Archie?

It was
a freak accident.

One of my guys got electrocuted
moving the jukebox.

Must have been
some frayed wiring.

No, no, that's not possible.

I had the jukebox serviced
two months ago.

It was perfectly fine.

Here's an unexpected
bonus from helping Veronica.

I finally started
writing again.

Yes, sir.

It all should have been
smooth sailing

from now on if not for...

Reggie's blackmailing you?

See,

this is why I never liked him.
Even in high school.

I know, he's the worst.

But he has a certain
piece of information

that could destroy me
if it got out.

So, I was wondering,
since you can read minds,

you can't erase them

as well, can you?

You mean mind-wipe Reggie?

Not his entire mind.
Small, though, it may be.

Just the fact that I...

ordered a hit on my father.

Yeah, you know,
I always wondered about that.

I have made my peace with it.

Okay. Let me
be honest with you. Um...

first off, I don't even know
if that kind of surgical wipe

is possible, or if it's
something I'm even capable of.

But I can do my research.

What the hell?

I wouldn't be saying
the diner's haunted

if I hadn't seen the ghosts
with my own eyes, Archie.

And then I talked to my
grandpa, and sure enough,

people have died at Pop's.

They are the ones
causing problems.

Look, to be honest, Tabitha,

a haunted diner is the least
of my worries right now.

I mean, I've been
getting calls all morning.

Sam's electrocution
was a tipping point.

A lot of my crew's quit.

They've gone over to work
for Percival and Uncle Frank.

Okay, look, Archie, I will...

I will figure out
our ghost problem,

but we still need
to move the diner

before Percival seizes control
of the land.

We will. I'll get my crew back.

Thanks for coming,
Uncle Frank.

Drinks are on me.

Here's my Chime card.

Look, Frank, I don't want
to fight with you.

I just want us to talk.

You know what my dad
would say to us right now?

He'd say that no matter what

we're blood.

And he wouldn't put up with us
behaving like this.

He'd demand us to find a way
back to each other.

Your dad was an idealist.

We can disagree
on some things, Frank,

but here are two things
that I know we both love.

Pop's diner
and Andrews Construction.

Can't we put our
differences aside?

At least until we get this
one job finished?

In honor of my dad?

According to the test results,
neither Cheryl

nor orderly Trevor

have the serial killer gene.

Okay, then.

Based on all the information
we gathered,

our best hypothesis is that

your blind spot
is the MAOA gene.

Its presence seems

to short-circuit your ability
to detect auras.

Maybe there's some
kind of work-around?

Well, reading auras
is an inexact science.

It's part psychological,
part biological.

Now that we've established
a working theory

on why you have a blind spot,

your brain may process, absorb,

and therefore
perceive auras differently.

Otherwise, I've been
meaning to ask.

How's living
with the boyfriend?

I'm desperate, Cheryl.

Time traveling is one thing,
but this, this is...

Sounds like a classic haunting.

Those ghosts are lingering.

Oh, my friend Heather
is quite knowledgeable

in things that go
bump in the night.

Well, they are sabotaging
our efforts to save Pop's.

Why haven't they moved on?

It could be that they're afraid of
what awaits them in the afterlife.

Or they have
unfinished business here

on this mortal coil.

Concur.

I have had some
experience facilitating

communication between
mortals and spirits.

Perhaps I can invoke them

and help them move on,
as you say.

Perhaps we...

both can help.

Hear these names
and cross the divide.

Mona Mitchell and Gilda Snide.

Join us here and do not hide.

Marcus Lee and Jenny Bride.

Who will speak for the dead?

I will. Gilda Snide.

Why are you
still here, spirits?

Do you have
unfinished business?

We're bound to this place.
We must bear witness.

To what?

To the battle that approaches
between good and evil.

Only then
can we complete our journey.

Fine, bear witness,

but we need you
to stop sabotaging us.

We must protect this place.
It is the final battleground.

We know,

but we're only moving it.

Pop's will be rebuilt soon.

There can be no disruption.

Oh, my God.
Work with us, people.

Percival Pickens,

the man who is
taking over this land

wants to destroy the diner
to cripple the resistance

and build his
stupid train here.

- "Train"?
- Wait.

Why does that frighten you?

Is he building the ghost train?

What the hell
is the ghost train?

An engine that grants
its conductor great power.

Dominion over the realms
of the living and the dead.

So please, let's just...

let's find a way
to work together.

The diner cannot be broken-down
for long.

If it is, we will dissipate
into the ether.

If that happens,
there will be no witnesses,

and the final battle
cannot take place.

And there will be
no opportunity

to defeat the Eldritch evil.

Which is why
Percival has been so hell-bent

on destroying Pop's.

This is all starting
to make sense.

- Is it?
- Okay. So, to be clear,

we can disassemble the diner

so long as we do not
put it into deep storage

and we find some other place
to rebuild it

as quickly as possible?

How could you, Elizabeth?

How could you
steal those children from me?

I'm their grandmother.

You are not
in the right head space

to be taking care of children.

I am their guardian,

I am perfectly capable
of taking care of them.

You know what, Mom? There's
evil in that house. Real evil.

And I don't want the twins
growing up the same way I did.

I am trying to protect them.

"Protect them." What, trying
to protect them from me?

How dare you?

How dare you?

Do you even care
about people's feelings?

- Do you even have feelings?
- Of course I do.

All of the love in the world
and all of the sacrifice,

and it was never enough.
It was never enough for you!

You always had to...

You always had
to conjure up these villains

to explain everything
that was wrong with you.

But did you ever stop to think
that maybe you're the villain?

You need to stop looking
for monsters under the bed

and in the closets

and just stop and take a
really good look in the mirror.

Despite everything that
I did as a mother,

you have always been
a bad person.

- You don't mean that.
- I do.

And I hope that you're
never a mother,

so you don't have to experience

the things that you
have made me endure.

I hate asking this
of you, Archie,

but can we set up the diner
at the El Royale?

The booths,
the counter, the jukebox?

So that the Pop's continuum
isn't broken?

Of course, Tabitha.

But this might mean that
the El Royal winds up

haunted for a time.

Well, ghosts don't
scare me, so...

Me neither.

Uncle Frank.

Archie...

I have been looking
at this picture

ever since you gave it to me.

Thinking about what you said,
about what your dad would say.

You were right.

He'd want us to find our way
back to each other.

And to save Pop's.

So, me and a few of my guys
are willing to, uh...

call in sick,

help you move the diner,
if we can do it fast.

And if you'll have us.

That's a relief
about your uncle, Arch.

I'm happy for you.

Yeah. And it probably means

there's still hope
for your mom, Betty.

Maybe.

She's in pretty deep
with Percival.

Yeah.

But what's the next step
for Pop's?

Well, we move
everything out tomorrow,

which is perfect timing
because Frank says

the bulldozers
are on their way.

Hmm. Could you
use an extra hand?

I can swing by tomorrow morning
after I do a couple things.

I could use
all the help I could get.

Especially if it's from you.

I did my due diligence.

What Veronica was asking for

was something called
telepathic erasure.

The removal of specific
images and thoughts

from someone's memory.

Turns out, it's possible.

To do it,
the someone being mind-wiped

has to be either asleep
or distracted enough

so that their
subconscious is unguarded.

There you go.

Sorry, it's small
bills tonight.

You know I'll have to count it.

Take all the time you need.

Everything
all right, Reginald?

Yeah, we're good.

Great.

Because I've just had
a change of heart.

From this moment on,
we'll no longer be sharing

any of our profits with you.

Okay, don't push me, Ronnie.
I'll tell Percival.

Tell him about...

what?

About that thing.

Um...

Why don't you
have a think on it?

In the meantime,
get the hell out of my office.

Thought you said we still had
a ton of work to do, Red.

Well, we did.

Looks like some good Samaritan
souls gave us a head start.

All right, well, Uncle Frank,
you and a couple guys

load up the truck,
head to the El Royale.

The rest of us, let's start
dismantling the diner.

You know, Heather,

I was already quite impressed
with your knowledge

of the realm
of the unseen arts,

but what you did
back at Pop's...

that was necromancy, wasn't it?

Death magic?

Yes, Cheryl.

After my mother died,
I was taken in

by a group of women
who raised me.

A powerful coven in Greendale.

I'm not just Wiccan, Cheryl.

I'm...

a witch.

They taught me
everything I know.

And based on
what I've observed here,

and I wouldn't want
to put a label on you,

but I suspect

you may be a witch as well.

I...

haven't used that word
to describe myself yet,

no,

but I feel as if I've been
dancing around it for months,

if not years.

And then there's this.

Pyrokinesis.

Heather,

if you are

what you say you are,

and I am, too,

would you teach me
what you know?

I've been walking along
this witchy path

for quite some time,

but mostly alone.

Cheryl...

I'd love that.

What is it, Reggie?

You look more perplexed
than usual.

I'm not sure.

I think Jughead and Veronica
did something to me.

Made me forget something.

But I have no idea what it is.

Is that possible?

Hmm.

Perhaps Jughead's
telepathic abilities

have gotten stronger
since they first manifested.

Hey, Frank.

I came to help, but it looks
like you're already done.

Yeah. Out here, anyway.

Archie could probably use
a hand inside, though.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

We have a problem...

with your uncle.

Hey, I'm just gonna
drive this stuff

- over to the El Royale, cool?
- No.

I know you were gonna drive
this into Sweetwater River.

Or maybe a big bonfire
at the town dump?

Whatever your plan was,
Uncle Frank, you're busted.

How'd you know?

Give me the keys.

You know, I didn't want it
to come to this, Archie,

but here we are.

Don't try it, Uncle Frank.

You brought this on yourself.

Looks like you weren't strong
enough for the tether to work.

Get out of here.

Go crawl back to your boss.
And why don't you tell Percival

that the battle's on.

I'm invulnerable again,

and we're ready to fight.

I can't believe
what you've done.

The paint, the colors,

it almost feels
like the real McCoy.

Benjamin Moore
for the win, again.

It was the definition
of a group effort, Grandpa.

Speaking of...

did your plan work?

Like a charm.

Pop's is still Pop's.

A refuge for lost souls.

And the final battle,
whenever it happens,

will be witnessed
by the appropriate parties.

The living and the dead.

Hey.

Uh,

what's the occasion?

I wanted to apologize, Fangs.

You're right.

I haven't had
enough faith in you.

My...

whole life,
I've been fiercely independent.

Thinking I could take
on everything myself.

But now I realized

we need to be equal partners
in all things.

So, that's why
I was thinking...

maybe we should get married.

Toni...

where is all this coming from?

I'm worried about
what you're telling me, Toni.

Me, too, Janet.

Lately, Fangs and I have been
disagreeing about everything.

Toni, one of
the biggest advantages

you and Fangs have over Kevin

is that the court sees you
as a happy, stable couple.

Going into these
custody hearings,

you need to be stronger,
more united than ever.

Otherwise, you could lose
that advantage.

And possibly Baby Anthony.

Where this
is coming from, Fangs,

is that I heard you.

I hear you.

So what do you say?

Will you marry me?

I think we were wrong

about the serial killer gene
being my blind spot.

I saw an aura around my mom
clear as day.

And she has the gene.

Your powers are
a by-product of trauma, Betty.

Your most recent discoveries
about your mom are more trauma.

This could be a natural
expansion of your abilities,

sensing everyone
who poses a danger,

physical or emotional.

She wasn't the only one, Drake.

I saw another aura
that I hadn't previously.

On someone else
who has the MAOA gene.

The scary part is...

I don't know who this person
is a threat to.

Herself?

Anyone who comes close to her?

Or even the people
that she loves?