-[narrator] Previously on Riverdale: -B and V. Ladies.
You're not allowed to go around humiliating girls--
Wanna ride the Chuck Wagon? That can be arranged.
[Cheryl] If you hadn't come when you did--
-Where is he? -Pussycats already saved me.
Am I supposed to pay you?
I do you a favor, one day, you do me a favor.
You saw Penny Peabody? Do not contact her again.
-If she reaches out, don't respond. -Cops are rounding up Ghoulies!
-[man] You called them? -Think I knew Keller was there?
-I called Keller. -What the hell?
I found out who killed Jason Blossom.
I found out who the Sugarman was.
You're next, Black Hood.
[narrator reading on-screen text]
"People of Riverdale, I have rid this town
of the drug-dealing child killer and others like him."
"Now you must choose your fate. The next 48 hours will be a test.
And I will be watching you very closely."
"Show me you are pure of heart, and my work ends.
Continue to sin... and I will take up the sword again."
I thought I'd finally outsmarted him, Jug. The Black Hood.
By having Mr. Phillips arrested, I thought I was saving his life,
but instead--
Hey, Betty.
Phillips didn't deserve what happened to him,
but he was a high-school teacher dealing drugs.
-I mean-- -How the hell did the Black Hood
get into the sheriff's station?
I mean, unless he...
What?
Well, what is it, Poirot?
Nothing. No, it's too crazy.
[cell phone ringing]
-Hello? -[Penny] It's Penny Peabody.
Remember that favor you owe me? I'm calling it in.
-Uh... No, no. Wait. Hold on a minute. -I'm hungry. I'll meet you at Pop's.
[phone beeps]
[Jughead scoffs]
I can't do this favor for you, whatever it is.
-If I have to pay for you helping my dad-- -He needs more help.
That's why I called. FP got in a little accident...
uh, with some Ghoulies in the prison showers the other day.
Oh, my God.
-So, he's in the infirmary now. -Is he okay?
They messed up that pretty face of his.
Ghoulies wanted blood payback for the deal that Northsider made with Sheriff Keller,
-got all their higher-ups locked away. -That wasn't...
-What can we do to get him out? -For that, you need money.
Rich people? Rich people don't sit in jail.
Money greases the wheels of justice.
-I have $18 to my name. -Hmm.
Then maybe we should think of this favor as a job, right?
Just a one-time delivery. Pick up a crate on the Southside,
deliver to an address in Greendale. That's it.
-What's in the crate? -Let's say, um...
pancake mix.
-Penny, I'm not gonna be your drug runner. -Of course not.
You're gonna be my transportation advisor.
Do this, and I'll use your cut of the cash for your dad's case.
I'll see what we can do about getting him an early release.
-Okay, I'll do it. -Good boy.
Make the drop-off, get out before midnight.
Don't wanna be in Greendale after midnight.
And, um, this crate, it's not gonna fit on your bike.
Can you get a car?
-Jug? What are you doing here? -Out of the way, Bert and Ernie.
[sighs] Archie, I need your help. You owe me because of that stunt
-you pulled with Keller and the Ghoulies. -Whatever you want.
-Name the time and place, I'm there. -Tonight,
and we need to borrow your dad's truck. Archie, no questions asked, okay?
[pop music playing]
Grab that side, I'll grab the other.
[tires squealing]
Jug, I will see this through, but where does it end?
115 Derby Street in Greendale.
-I mean, how does you being a Serpent end? -I don't know.
I'm kind of just living minute-to-minute here, all right?
You know, I had this stupid idea.
Heh, that after graduation, instead of college,
we both move to New York.
You were this writer, and I'd be this musician,
we'd both live in the East Village, just do our thing.
Pretty sure the East Village doesn't exist anymore.
Where are Betty and Veronica in this?
They're roommates on Park Avenue.
No, but seriously, stay on this path, you're gonna end up in jail.
Or maybe worse than jail. And that would--
[tires squealing]
And of course I don't have a frigging spare.
-We have to call Triple C. -We have the crate in the back.
No. Let's call Betty. She can bring us a tire--
You crazy? No, Betty is not an option.
-I won't let you drag her into this mess. -Calm down. You're right.
Kevin. He's got a truck. Let's call him.
-Come on. -Yeah.
[sighs]
[horn blows]
Okay. Play it cool.
Having some car trouble?
-No, we're not. -Yeah.
We need a spare.
-Or a ride to Greendale, if you can help? -Well, no spare,
but I'm passing through Greendale.
What's in the crate?
Pancake mix.
I can take you, but it'll cost you. How much you got?
-Eighteen dollars. -All right.
-But I only got room for one of you. -Me. And the crate.
You're not seriously gonna go with this guy alone?
-We don't have any other choices-- -[man] We doing this or not?
[Jughead] Yeah. Yes, we are.
It's all right, stay with your dad's truck.
Hey, you've come this far. We're all good, okay?
[man] Don't look under that tarp, boy.
Thought your friend back there was Jason Blossom, for just a hot minute.
You never know on the road to Greendale.
[man on radio] This is truly Judgment Day and he is the Reaper.
For Riverdale is soulless and corrupt.
But in the black of the hood is the light of God.
And when you see it, you will die,
unless you are of heavenly things and pure of heart.
-Mind if I turn this down? -A lot of righteous people
saying he's doing God's work. The Black Hood.
That's one way of looking at it, yeah.
Hell. You know what this whole Black Hood thing reminds me of, don't you?
The Riverdale Reaper, is what.
-Riverdale had a Reaper? -Makes my blood run cold
just thinking about it.
[Archie] Thanks for the tire. -[man] You got it.
[man] Fill her up.
I'll go pay inside.
[sighs]
[flies buzzing]
Hey, boy.
There's a café over there. I'm starving.
Come on, now.
[Dusty Springfield's "Spooky" playing]
♪ With a spooky little boy like you ♪
I saw you look under my tarp.
Don't worry, I got my permits.
I'm no thrill-seeking sicko,
like the Black Hood or the Riverdale Reaper.
Who was the Riverdale Reaper?
There was a family living out near Fox Forest.
A good family.
Mother, father, two kids.
One night, they were all asleep.
Someone broke in. A bogeyman.
Went room-to-room with a shotgun. Shot them all dead. No survivors.
Oh, my God.
-Did they find him? The Reaper? -Some people say
that a lynch mob got him. Hung him from a tree near Pickens Park.
Others think he hopped a train, went out to California,
started praying to the devil.
Others say he never left Riverdale.
What are you saying? The Riverdale Reaper is the Black Hood?
I'm saying that there's a cycle to things. What happened then, what's happening now,
it's killing season in Riverdale.
And I wouldn't be surprised if it was the same man.
Here's the check, when you're ready.
-My friend here'll pay for it. -What?
I don't have any money. I gave it to you, 18 bucks.
-I used that for the gas. -[woman] Somebody's gotta pay for this.
Good luck, Crown Boy. I'm out of here.
-I'm taking that crate. -The hell you are.
Where are you going? Nobody move. I'm calling the sheriff.
-No. -No.
-What's going on? -They're trying to dine-and-ditch.
Two boys on a country road, a crate of God-knows-what.
You're sinners, both of you. Careful, or you'll taste the Reaper's blade next.
I'll pay for the bill. Do you take debit?
Hey. Thanks.
And thank you for coming back for me.
I said I'd see this through, Jug.
-It's 11:52. -Better get going, then.
You're late.
We had car trouble.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa. -Next time, don't be late.
No next time. No.
-This was a one-time thing. -That's not what Snake Charmer tells me.
She says Serpents are taking over for Ghoulies.
We're set for regular delivery with a regular delivery boy.
Which one of you is Jughead Jones?
You know my name?
[easy-listening music playing]
♪ When I think of you ♪
♪ My heart remembers ♪
Thank you for helping me tonight.
I know that that violates every strand of your DNA.
We've all done bad things,
ever since the Black Hood walked into this diner.
It's like he's making us do them.
About that guy who stopped for us tonight, Mr. American Gothic,
his story about the Riverdale Reaper.
Maybe it's just a tale from the darkside, but...
what if it's an actual lead?
Maybe tomorrow, you and I,
if you're free, we could go to library--
Me and Reggie are taking Moose to therapy.
Then Ronnie and I are having dinner with her parents.
-But maybe the day after? -Yeah.
For sure.
Can't you get out of this somehow, Jug?
What part, exactly?
I can try.
Hey, I'll try.
Do you want a ride home? It's practically dawn.
No, I...
Visiting hours start at sunup. I'll go and visit my dad.
[phone ringing]
[security door buzzing]
What's up? You look like you've seen a ghost.
What game are you playing? You lied to me. My dad's fine.
I incentivized you.
-This was gonna be a one-and-done. -It's not like you have a choice.
-What is this? -It's insurance you'll do what I say.
If you cause a stink, or try to back out, or raise your voice to me ever again,
that video goes straight to the sheriff's office.
Imagine what that would do to your dad's heart. Break it, right?
Why? Why me?
FP made me a promise that he didn't keep.
As far as I'm concerned, his debt is yours.
And I am just getting started with you.
[Josie playing keyboard]
♪ [singing] In the cool of the evening When everything-- ♪
Mr. Svenson.
You scared me.
I was about to lock up.
-Are you gonna be okay? -Yeah, yeah. I'll just, uh...
-slip out the side door, like usual. -Long as you
don't tell Principal Weatherbee. He'd have my head.
[continues playing keyboard and singing]
[footsteps echoing]
Josephine McCoy.
[sighs]
Why do you think I moved us into the Five Seasons?
Because.
-You don't feel safe at the house. -Baby, I don't want you
walking the streets alone with the Black Hood out there.
I'm this close to assigning a deputy to you for security.
Mom, I don't need a bodyguard. I'm not Whitney.
Not yet, anyway.
I want you in this hotel before dark from now on.
-Mom. -Understood?
Yes, ma'am.
The Black Hood has my mom on edge and she has me on edge.
When I get stressed, the polyps on my vocal chords swell.
I lose my voice, on top of which...
Going behind the Pussycats' back, working on songs without them?
You feel like you're sinning. Black Hood goes after sinners.
I get it. You're allowed to feel guilty, up to a point.
But I slipped that vid of you singing "Milkshake"
to that producer at Shabbey Road Studios,
and he was adamant about giving you, and you alone, studio time.
OMG. Another gift from your secret admirer?
Gotta get a new lock.
That's the third gift this week. Who could this mystery bae be?
[gasps] Ooh, maybe it's the Black Hood. You know he loves writing notes.
That is not funny, Cheryl.
[school bell ringing]
♪ [singing] I get confused And never know where you stand ♪
♪ And then you smile-- ♪
[knocking on door]
Chuck Clayton? Can I help you?
I heard that voice, and I could not resist.
So, I know this may seem a little out of the blue,
but I was wondering
-if maybe you and I could-- -No.
Not even some cheese fries at Pop's?
Wait, hold up.
Are you the one
-putting things in my locker? Ew. -Well, I can be.
Sorry, Chuck. I don't date.
Especially not chauvinistic, misogynistic harassers of women like you.
[school bell ringing]
I've got bio.
You will not believe this. Chuck Clayton just asked me out on a date.
That's vile. Assuming you said no.
-Yeah. I'm not insane. -Good.
Because we have a date with the recording studio.
-Maybe after school today? -No way.
I am heading straight for a eucalyptus steam.
-My throat's been acting-- -We have to practice.
I don't know who's more controlling, you or my mom.
Josie. What you did, saving me from that Nick St. Creature...
It's a debt I'll never be able to repay.
What I can do is offer my skills to make your career blossom.
But I'm happy to take a step back if you're feeling overwhelmed.
No, no.
It's all good.
Oh, my God.
-Hey, what's up? -Is it true you're ditching us?
Who told you that?
-Someone put a note in my locker. -What?
Women are supposed to treat each other better than this.
-We're sisters. You clawed us in the back. -It's not black-and-white.
This opportunity, it just fell in my lap.
Why didn't you talk to us? Why be shady and hide it?
Because she wants to try it as a solo diva.
Well, go ahead, Josie. Try it, girl.
-'Cause you're on your own now. -What? No. Wait, no. Val.
Pride cometh before the fall, Josie.
[footsteps approaching]
Who's there?
[shouts] God!
Chuck!
Chuck.
-Oh, my God. -Josie, are you okay?
Yeah. [chuckles] I'm fine.
Hey, you wanna give me a ride home?
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
-Okay. -Is it cool if we make one stop first?
Don't. Don't give me that look.
That "we're on a date" look. We are not on a date.
Okay, I admit, I don't have a great track record.
-Mm... -But I am changing.
I started going to church with my dad and I'm taking these art classes.
Why? To objectify models?
No. I wanna draw comics, or kids' books.
Chuck, let's be realistic. You expect me to just believe that you've changed?
Hey, kids.
Really nice seeing you at church on Sunday, Chuck.
-Maybe you can get this one to come. -What?
-Did you plan that? -No, I'm good.
-But I'm not that good. -Yeah.
And, Josie, I really am trying to be better.
[Chuck Berry's "Sweet Little Sixteen" playing on jukebox]
Come on, let's dance.
-In Pop's? -Why not?
-Josie. You're a damn fool. -Mom. What are you doing here?
Check your phone. I'm texting you, and you're doing the twist.
-Mom, relax. -Mayor McCoy,
I was just about to give Josie a ride home.
You?
I don't want you within 10 feet of my daughter.
I cannot have you acting out with everything that's going on.
I'm not acting out, Mom. I'm living my life.
There are people in this town with hate in their hearts.
You read the letters I got, the words they used.
And now since the Black Hood started, it's gotten so much worse.
It's like they're emboldened by him.
-I've started getting death threats. -Oh, my God.
The things they're saying, Josie. Uh...
They're going to slit my throat, or cut out my heart.
They're monsters. And...
What?
The last letter I got... mentioned you.
I have to ask you, Josie.
Received any letters or packages? Anything suspicious or threatening?
No.
Nothing like that.
I've worked so hard to get us here, to shield us from this kind of hatred.
Mom.
[Cheryl] Someone would do that, write those things to your mom?
-This town is seriously ill. -Tell me about it.
My mom's the mayor.
She's the strongest woman I know. For these cowards to be terrorizing her?
-Do you wanna bail on practice? -No, I need to sing.
-It'll keep my mind off last night. -Speaking of...
I cannot believe you went on a date with Chuck.
Taking a few art classes does not a saint make.
He is trying to be a better person.
Is that why you didn't tell Sheriff Keller he's low-key stalking you?
-I'm him Chuck the benefit of the doubt. -Fine. It's your funeral.
Here we go again. I'll give Chuck that. He knows how to commit.
Oh, my God.
This is so not okay.
[Cheryl] It's a threat, Josie.
What's in the box?
Here.
[gasps] Oh, my God.
Out of the way, Bert and Ernie.
We got your note, cretin. This sick game you're playing with my girl ends now.
Some people may be buying your snake oil, but not me.
You still think that women are playthings to possess and torture.
-What are you talking about? -Stuffed animals are one thing,
-but a pig's heart? -[Chuck] Josie, I--
If the Black Hood weren't clearly an old white dude,
-you'd be a prime suspect. -What's going on here?
Mr. Svenson's here to clean up the trash. Chuck's been threatening Josie.
Sending disturbing messages. The creep wants
-to cut her open and feel her organs. -Josie, is this true?
For all we know, he's sending your mom those letters, too.
[Chuck] Come on, Josie.
It is. He's the one.
-What? -[Josie] It's true.
It is not true, and you know it.
-You're going to Weatherbee's office. -[Chuck] You're lying.
-Come on. Come on. -You're lying. You're lying.
All right.
We spoke with Chuck
and he'll be steering clear of you from here on out.
Glad we found the miscreant that was doing this to you.
Actually, we may not have.
I spoke with Chuck and questioned him and checked his locker,
-but we never found any evidence. -Keep looking, Tom.
If my daughter says it's him, it's him.
[singing] ♪ Just like a ghost You've been a-haunting my dreams ♪
♪ But now I know You're not what you seem ♪
♪ Love is kind of crazy With a spooky little boy like you ♪
♪ Spooky ♪
[gasping]
[gasps]
Josie! Josie? Baby? What's wrong?
Baby, what's wrong? Say something. Say something. Josie.
[Josie singing Dusty Springfield's "Spooky"]
♪ You call me up and ask me ♪
♪ Would I like to go with you And see a movie ♪
♪ First I say, "No I've got some plans for tonight" ♪
♪ And then I stop ♪
-Well, what is it, Poirot? -Nothing. No, it's too crazy.
[cell phone ringing]
There's no way.
You guys, um, I'm worried about my dad. The town is turning on him.
He's trying his best under crazy circumstances,
but this Black Hood stuff is getting to him.
How is he dealing with it?
-What's he been doing? -He's not sleeping. He's not eating.
I hear him rummaging around the house, talking to himself,
-heading out in the middle of the night. -Where?
I don't know. Whatever it is, it's like he's a different person.
Poor Kevin. He's like a character in a lost Tennessee Williams play.
Veronica, I have a theory about Sheriff Keller.
Oh, me, too. It's obvious.
-He's Black Hood. -He's having an affair.
What? Is that a joke?
I wish it were.
Whatever crazy web you're spinning, B, let me break it down for you.
Sheriff Keller's wife is away, he's failing at his job,
looking for comfort, sneaking around. All signs point to cheating.
Maybe he's having an affair and he's the Black Hood.
-You've known Kevin's dad how many years? -Think about it.
The Black Hood killed Mr. Phillips in a cell at the sheriff's station.
How do you explain that?
Kevin needs our friendship right now, not your groundless suspicions.
Don't worry, my intuition is telling me that he's having an affair.
But stay tuned while I prove it.
[school bell ringing]
I've been wracking my brain for something to cheer you up,
and I have just the prescription.
-A sleepover. Doesn't that sound fun? -A sleepover at The Pembrooke?
Actually, Kev, I was thinking how I've never seen your house.
Thank you for sitting down with me.
I'm writing a follow-up about Mr. Phillips.
I'm happy to oblige, Betty.
How did the Black Hood get to the Sugarman?
-Here in the station. -Forced entry.
I was out on patrol, and the overnight deputy, he fell asleep.
But breaking into your station? That seems--
Incredibly ballsy.
Have a look at this. See, the Black Hood pried the door open from the outside.
And then he just...
Well, come on. I'll show you.
[Keller grunts]
I'll take you to the holding cells.
Where he shot Phillips.
So, we gathered shoeprints and video surveillance,
and everything else we could to catch this monster,
but what enrages me is that it happened in my department, under my watch.
And if you roll a six, you can take over the Kingdom of Theodore.
[Veronica] Interesting.
[cell phone buzzing]
Uh...
-I'm gonna get a bevvy. You want anything? -A glass of milk would be great.
Betty?
You're having a sleepover, without me, in the middle of an investigation?
This isn't an investigation.
This is me helping a friend deal with his father's infidelity.
You're snooping to prove Keller's having an affair?
Why'd I leave the comforts of the Pembrooke?
Can you add "looking for evidence
that suggests Keller's the Black Hood" to your to-do list?
I'd start in the home office.
It's locked.
-And, no, I don't have any bobby pins. -Okay. Check the basement.
I'm sure that's where he keeps all his spare hoods.
No way. I am not going down there.
Please, just check to see if something jumps out at you.
Okay, fine.
[man grunting]
Hey. V?
Oh, Veronica. What can I do for you?
I was-- I was just--
Looking for juice. Or a diet soda or something?
The fridge in the kitchen is empty and I'm parched.
There's some here, I think.
-There you are. -Thanks.
[breathes heavily]
I didn't know you worked out so much, Mr. Keller. [chuckles]
I mean, Archie Andrews, watch your back.
I don't do it for vanity. I do it for discipline and to push my limits.
-I'm sure it comes in handy on the job. -Yeah.
Kevin mentioned things have been stressful lately,
with the Black Hood and everything.
It must get super hard.
With all the pressure, without Mrs. Keller.
-Where is she stationed, again? -Bahrain.
-There's a Naval base there. -That can't be easy.
How do you... cope?
Veronica? What are you doing down here?
Hey, pal.
[door opens, then closes]
[Veronica] I saw Kevin's dad sneaking out in the middle of the night.
And he came home at like 4 a.m.
Look.
A jingle-jangle addict's body was found by the tracks this morning.
It says this guy was hit and then killed by a train.
Yeah, because he was pushed in front of it by Sheriff Keller.
Or he stumbled into its path.
No, think about all the locked doors in his house. Why? Why?
Because he's a private person. Look, Betty.
Let's not confuse wanting a solution to this mystery with actually having one.
This is Kevin's father we're talking about.
[Dusty Springfield's "Spooky" playing]
♪ You always keep me guessin' ♪
♪ And I never seem to know What you are thinkin' ♪
♪ And if a fella looks at you ♪
♪ It's for sure your little eye Will be a-winkin' ♪
♪ I get confused 'Cause I don't know where I stand ♪
♪ And then you smile And hold my hand ♪
♪ Love is kind of crazy With a spooky little girl like you ♪
♪ Spooky, yeah ♪
[Keller] Betty?
What are you doing here?
-[Hal] Thanks for calling, Tom. -That's okay, Hal.
And as for Betty, I... I apologize. I mean, I--
Accusing you of being the Black Hood? I can't imagine where she got that idea.
Well, she found my research on the case
and, uh, the black hood that I pulled out of Archie's locker.
With an overactive imagination, it could look a certain way.
This is my log book. Go ahead and flip through it.
When Fred was shot, I was processing a perp.
When Midge and Moose were attacked, I was patrolling downtown.
And I was right here in the station when Ms. Grundy was murdered in Greendale.
Graveyard shift.
Betty, I'm not gonna say anything to Kevin about what happened.
You've been a very good friend to him.
I think this would break his heart.
[Hal] Thanks, Tom.
I know you think I'm crazy, V, but you yourself saw him sneaking out.
-He's hiding something. -Okay, B. I'm in. For Kevin's sake.
And also, to keep you in check.
Look, look, look.
And where, oh, where do you think you're going, sheriff?
-There he is. -What is he doing?
[Betty] That must be his kill kit.
His what now?
He's about to do something terrible. His next victim could be in that room.
Should we call the cops? Betty.
Betty.
-What the hell are you doing? -Shh.
[inaudible dialogue]
[Betty] I just can't believe this. I'm in shock.
Yeah, me, too.
My woman's intuition told me Sheriff Keller was having an affair,
but with Mayor McCoy?
God. Riverdale's list of sinners keeps expanding.
Hey, look, it's the boys. Shall we ask them to join?
On second thought, it looks like they're having an intense broment.
-How are we gonna tell Kevin about this? -I don't think we do.
I think this is one of those secrets we keep.
For Kevin's sake.
Let him keep thinking his dad's a good guy.
There, there.
Drink your tea, Josie.
You want a ride home? It's practically dawn.
No, I...
Visiting hours start at sunup. I'll go and visit my dad.
[phone ringing]
Hello, Pop's.
That was him on the phone.
The Black Hood.
He says that we've failed his test.
That we're all sinners.
That the reckoning is upon us. est.