Wait. So someone just submitted this to you?
Yeah. To my Riverdale Choice e-mail.
In case you're wondering if I can hear again, I can't.
What I can do, post-explosion, is read minds.
I hear the words forming in a person's brain just before they speak them.
It's, uh, slightly disorienting.
[Tabitha groans]
[Tabitha] Everyone is entitled--
I mean, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but yikes.
I know. That's why I published it anonymously to protect their identity.
Which they asked me to.
Tabitha and my friends think my hearing's returned.
It's not impossible to believe, the doctors said it might.
Am I a bad person for lying to her, to everyone?
[Tabitha] I don't know, Jughead.
What will the town think? What will they do?
That is a great question.
Already I could feel shock waves rippling across the town.
It was a blistering critique of Riverdale.
What the town presented as versus what it truly was.
It excoriated Veronica and Reggie's casino, calling it illegal,
claiming it would be a gateway to crime, drug use, and violence.
It condemned Riverdale's culture of street gangs,
the Serpents and Ghoulies forever teetering on the brink of war.
It called out the town's long history of intolerance, ignorance, persecution,
and backwards thinking.
It highlighted our over-taxed, ineffectual law enforcement,
our utter lack of culture and the performing arts.
But its most scathing critique took aim at Riverdale's struggling economy,
soaring unemployment, and quote, "homeless encampments on every corner."
You still happy you moved here, stranger?
Oh, yes.
Happy as a clam.
[Jughead] Every word was a razor blade
that cut to the very heart of Riverdale itself.
With no author named, who would take the brunt of blowback but...
[Archie] I can't believe Jug would do this.
-Here we go. -[Archie] Backstabber.
Dude. What is this?
"Worst Town in America." Seriously?
After we busted our asses saving Riverdale from Hiram?
Why would you publish something like this?
The Riverdale Choice is a free press that believes in critical points of view.
Who? Who wrote this?
Why would I tell you that? So you can beat them up?
You're right. Of course not.
You have a different point of view? Great.
Let me interview you. I'll publish it.
Screw that. I've already talked to Alice and Frank.
They're calling a town hall meeting
so everyone can respond to this garbage in person.
You better be there covering it.
Grandmistress Rose, I shouldn't be here,
but Mistress Abigail's getting ready to go out.
We have to figure out a way to get Mistress Cheryl back.
Cheryl is gone. Vanished into the void.
No. I saw her in a mirror that Abigail was looking into.
[inaudible dialogue]
I think she's still in her body, somewhere.
If that were the case,
it would mean Abigail's keeping her locked away.
Imprisoned in a kind of mental jail.
Oh, my God.
Is there some way that we can reach Cheryl?
Make contact with her?
The only way to do that would be when Abigail is in a deep sleep.
And you would need to be in a deep slumber near to her.
I mean, Abigail once inhabited your body,
you could use that tether to enter and walk her dreamscape,
and, perhaps, find Cheryl, if she exists.
I could drug her tea.
Be warned, if you try this,
you must awaken before Abigail does
or risk her wrath.
[Penelope] Jason, Cheryl...
my little darlings,
I have decided to throw you a birthday party. Isn't that grand?
I've even invited all your little friends from school and church and the community.
-Including Heather? -No, not that two-bit trollop.
But everybody else.
Now, what do you say?
[both] Thank you, Dearest Mumzie.
You're very, very welcome, my precious little angels.
[ominous music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[woman 1] Who wrote the article? Probably Alice.
[man] Town's going to hell in a hand basket.
[woman 2] Maybe I should move.
All right. I'm sure everyone has read the article
written by our mysterious author,
and yes, there is a lot to dispute.
But not the fact that we do have an illegal casino
operating covertly and corruptly within our town limits.
If I may.
Babylonium's employees are all citizens of Riverdale,
who are paid a generous living wage.
Also, we have the potential to bring in out-of-towners,
guests who would spend fresh cash across all of our businesses.
Nice try, Veronica, but we all know who profits from a casino. It's its owners.
When is the last time a Lodge has done anything good for this town?
What the hell does that mean?
-I think you know exactly what it means. -[woman 3] Right.
[indistinct chatter]
Can we cut to the damn chase here? Who wrote that article?
-[woman 3] Yeah. -Oh, come on.
Whoever it is, if you're gonna attack our town, have the guts to own it.
It was me. I wrote it. I wrote the article.
I know I should've had the courage to put my name on it.
I was concerned that if you saw the name "Pickens" on the byline,
then you'd dismiss my words out of hand
because of what my great-great-grandfather did.
You mean a genocide against my ancestors?
Yeah, that's a strike against you.
You've been living here, what, four days?
And we're supposed to care what you think?
Sometimes it takes a recent arrival to see what's really wrong with a town.
All I see is a Johnny-come-lately talking trash about our town
without offering any real solutions.
But I do have solutions. If you're open to hearing them.
I'm open to resolving this outside, you and me, right now.
Okay, Archie.
We do need to let Mr. Pickens speak.
With a town in such dire straits as Riverdale, where do you even begin?
I know. The homeless encampment you call "Sketch Alley."
Poverty begets more poverty,
begets drugs, begets crime, begets more crime, until no one is safe.
[woman 3] Right.
The homeless got to be bused out
as quickly and humanely as possible.
-[woman 4] He's right. -[man 2] I agree.
-[woman 4] They are a problem. -[man 3] About time someone said it.
We can't just bus them out of town.
I'm sorry. That's not who we are. It's not what we do.
Riverdale takes care of their own.
And the people that live in Sketch Alley
are citizens of this town, just as much as all of us.
We need to show them we care.
In that case, you've heard my recommendation.
But we're all ears, Mr. Andrews. What's yours?
[pensive music playing]
[Jughead] And thus began the battle for Riverdale's soul.
[theme music playing]
[door opens, then closes]
Mistress Abigail, you're home. How was the town hall?
Delightsome.
Also, a bit of gossip.
'Twas Percival Pickens who wrote that screed against the town of Riverdale.
He may prove an ally to me.
But first, methinks I must acquaint myself with the history of Riverdale
and the role the Pickens family played in its shaping.
-I saw a book in the Thornhill library. -I'll fetch it for you.
I've just brewed you some tea.
Why don't you retire to your room and I'll bring both up to you?
[suspenseful music playing]
Don't punch me.
I should, you know.
Look, Archie, I'm a journalist. I'm supposed to remain impartial.
But I heard what you said at the town hall.
And I agree with you.
Busing the unhoused out of Riverdale is not a solution.
I know those people.
At times, I was one of them.
They've always helped me when I was in trouble.
They're good people. They need our resources.
-Could've said that. -I will at the next one.
Once you present your big idea.
Well...
I-- I don't have one yet.
That's okay. I did some research of my own after the meeting.
A lot of cities are building these micro-homes, basically cabins.
They have a shower and a toilet and a bed.
Imagine if we did that, we built one of these for every unhoused person
living in a cardboard box or a tent on the Alley.
"We"?
You're the only person I know that has a construction business.
[pensive music playing]
All right.
Let's do this.
Let's try.
Perfect.
Sweet dreams, Abigail.
Hopefully, for me too.
[suspenseful music playing]
[children laughing in distance]
[girl] Do you like that?
How are you liking that cake? Vanilla, your favorite.
Just as requested.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for Cheryl Blossom.
Who the hell are you?
I'm a friend of hers.
Is Cheryl not here?
She's right over there.
Facing the wall as punishment for being such a selfish, ungrateful brat.
[sobbing]
But it's her birthday too, isn't it?
Not this year.
Not the way she's been behaving.
Will she get her presents?
Absolutely not.
Now, who did you say you were?
[ominous music playing]
[alarm beeping]
[alarm stops]
[pensive music playing]
Reggie, we haven't talked about it too much,
but I've always assumed we'd be sort of gaming the system with the casino.
You know, doing our usual side-hustles and scams.
I made the same assumptions.
But what if we didn't?
Does that mean no scams?
No scams, no side deals, no loopholes, no tax evasion.
What if we proved Alice and the haters wrong
and operated completely above board?
I just buried my father.
Let's start a new chapter and rehabilitate the Lodge name.
Instead of the council fighting us, we'd lock arms with them.
Help fix the town my dad broke.
I like it in theory, Ronnie, but the first thing is,
we'd have to get our licenses and permits in order.
Okay.
Is that a problem?
No, it's just very expensive.
Let's pull the trigger, Reggie.
And let's hang my father's portrait right up here.
As a constant reminder of who we're not going to be like.
I don't disagree with what you're saying, Mr. Pickens.
Please. Call me Percival.
Percival.
I just don't want to come down on either side of the issue
until Archie's had a chance to present his solutions.
Of course not, Alice-- I'm sorry. May I call you Alice?
-Yes. -Thank you.
It's just I assumed
that you would have a personal stake in making Riverdale safer,
given what happened to your daughter, Polly.
[ominous music playing]
All right, people, let's call this meeting to order.
Our proposal for the town's future is simple. Reginald?
"Riverdale! The new Atlantic City!"
Instead of the town and the casino being at odds with each other,
why not work together?
And rebrand as a family-friendly destination hotspot?
Let Babylonium be the solution to lifting Riverdale up.
So, what? Children can gamble now, is that it?
We'd open an arcade, provide daycare.
[Frank] Here's my problem with the casino.
Riverdale has a lot of broken people. Including veterans like myself and Archie.
A casino isn't a healthy environment for people like that.
You raise a valid point, Frank. Let's have that dialogue.
But not today. We have your proposal. We will look it over and get back to you.
In the meantime, if we catch one whiff of any trouble coming from your casino,
then any partnership would be immediately untenable.
Great. Thank you, Team Babylonium.
So the spaces are 8 feet wide, they house one to two people.
They can be locked,
which helps give the occupant a sense of ownership and security.
Not to mention, all of the labor would be provided free of charge
by Andrews Construction.
This is a strong, simple and smart idea.
They have these mini-houses in Chicago. They are game changing.
To start I was thinking around 30.
Thirty houses? Uh, how much do these things cost?
Well, like I said, Alice, the labor would be free,
but with materials, I'm thinking around 20, 25.
Thousand? For each house?
Oh, no. Uh, Riverdale can't afford this.
-We'd have to raise taxes. -[indistinct chatter]
-[woman 1] More taxes? No way. -[man 1] I can barely pay our mortgage.
[woman 2] I agree with that British dude.
I feel it's my civic duty to point out that my straightforward proposal
would cost Riverdale nothing. And could be carried out immediately.
We like the vision, Archie. At least most of us do.
We just need to figure out a way to fund it.
And if you can show us proof of concept, that would be super helpful.
For sure. I'll figure something out.
I appreciate your time.
-[Archie] Thanks for staying to chat. -Not at all.
I welcome any opportunity to get to know my neighbors better.
Yeah, me too.
So you're English?
Indeed. Some of the Pickens family came to the States to settle in the colonies.
Others stayed behind in the old country.
Is that where you were before you came to Riverdale?
Oh, no, I was traveling here and there.
Nowhere with the potential of this place, though.
I think with a spot of investment and a little bit of hard work,
this place could be the next Marcia's Vineyard.
Maybe we got off on the wrong foot.
We both want the same thing. A better, safer Riverdale.
Can't we align on this idea about the houses?
I don't see that happening.
Because if you don't mind my saying, your thinking is fundamentally flawed.
And I'll tell you why.
One:
The people of Sketch Alley don't want your help.
All they want are handouts. If you try and lift them up,
all they'll do is bring you and your property values down.
And number two: At the risk of disillusioning you further,
your neighbors don't want them here.
They'll say they're good, liberal people, but in their heart of hearts,
all they really want is for the poor, the destitute,
and the smelly to go away, without compromising their own comfort.
You're wrong.
And so is your warped, cynical idea of who we are.
And I'll prove it to you.
Well, I don't think so...
but let's see.
[dramatic music playing]
You called this meeting. What can we do for you, Archie?
You're both on the council, but I'm here appealing to you
as two of the most prominent business owners in Riverdale.
I need your personal help.
Okay. We're listening.
Would you each be willing to underwrite one of the houses?
I was thinking after I build them, we could paint them.
One like Pop's and one like the Whyte Wyrm.
In a way, they'd be like billboards.
Are you sure you don't mind that I'm a quote/unquote "gang member"?
Come on. No, not at all.
Where would you build them?
I was hoping we could set them up in the parking lot.
Then the folks living in them could feel more a part of the town's daily life.
Yeah. Of course, Archie. We're in.
Great. As for where we'd build them, I was thinking we could do that in Sketch Alley.
Doc.
-Hey. -How've you been?
I'm surviving. You look a lot better than the last time I saw you.
Well, that's thanks to you. That's the reason we're here too.
Wanted to repay the favor.
If you're cool with it. My pal Archie and the rest of us,
we're helping to build houses for you guys. One for each of you.
-Houses? -They're small, but swanky.
If you guys want to help out, that's great.
If not, we just wanted to let you know what we were up to. All good, either way.
-When do we start? -How about right now?
[hopeful music playing]
We've got a problem. I've been crunching numbers,
and given all of our start-up costs, our expenses,
not to mention permit costs...
-To the chase, Reggie. -We're over-leveraged, Ronnie.
Majorly.
If we're strictly legit,
it's gonna be impossible for us to turn a profit.
Maybe ever.
Unless...
Don't say it.
We start running scams. Which we could do.
[knocking on door]
[man] Uh, Ms. Lodge, Mr. Mantle,
I apologize, but you've got to come to the private gambling room, now.
What is it? Something bad?
Yeah.
[ominous music playing]
[gasps]
Oh, my God.
What should we do? Cut him down? Call an ambulance?
That's what a legit place would do, right? Right?
Yes, but we don't have that luxury.
This would be a horrible news story if it broke.
It would confirm Alice and the council's worst fear about this place.
Babylonium would be over before it even began.
Wait.
I know who could help.
Abuelita's iceman.
[dramatic music playing]
[pensive music playing]
Mistress Cheryl, it's me, Britta.
You have to wake up. Please.
What? What is it, Brittania?
[Penelope] Wake up. Time to rise and shine.
Time to get out of bed, you lazy oaf.
It's Mumzie. You have to hide.
If she finds you, I don't know what she'll do. Now.
Wake up, devil children.
What's going on? It's the middle of the night.
It doesn't matter. This place. This whole house is a sty.
You grab that bucket and a brush and get to work, piggies.
[both] Yes, Dearest Mumzie.
Get on your hands and knees and you scrub that floor till it's clean!
I want to be able to eat off of it!
What are you doing? Why aren't you working?
You get back to work!
Or I will get the hanger to you! Don't make me hurt you!
[hopeful music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[pensive music playing]
Hey. It's Doc, right?
Do you need something?
And what did our young Kevin Keller get in exchange
for wanting to provide shelter to the people of Sketch Alley?
A hammer to the skull is what he got.
This vicious attack is a clear indication that these people don't want our help.
You offer them a helping hand, and they respond with violence.
Well, this journalist and town council member says, "No more."
[poignant music playing]
-How is Kevin doing? -I just came from the hospital.
-He's gonna be okay. -This is a mess, Archie.
Believe me, I know, Toni.
These houses will be painted with our businesses on them.
If they're associated with violence and crime...
I know.
And I know that article didn't do the Serpents any favors.
It did not, but you still have our financial support.
So maybe just hold off a beat before you paint it to match the Whyte Wyrm.
Yeah, that makes sense. Thanks for the support, Toni.
Yeah. No problem.
I'll send you my payment on Chime right now.
Cool.
How about you, Tabitha?
I am...
still in, Archie.
Paint job and all.
So when do you wanna set up that first house?
Well, I'll bring it by in my truck later today.
Thank you, guys.
[Veronica] Talk to me.
I figured the dead guy must've been on a major losing streak and that's why he--
Killed himself. Sadly, that makes sense.
But, no. He was winning bigtime.
So I called the blackjack dealer and pulled up the security footage.
[pensive music playing]
He was on top of the world, up almost 20 grand.
Why would a guy who's winning every hand suddenly just off himself?
Wait, wait, wait. Stop the tape.
Look.
Who the hell is that?
That's the British creep from town hall. Percival Pickens.
What the hell is he saying?
[Heraldo] Miss Lodge, I'm here.
Heraldo, thank you so much for coming so speedily.
Where's the body?
Jeez, cut to the chase much?
Downstairs. I'll take you.
[Britta] Grand Mistress Rose, it's gotten so much worse.
Mistress Cheryl's mother is torturing her in every way imaginable.
Penelope has always been Cheryl's tormentor.
So of course, Abigail would've conjured her
as my granddaughter's adversary in the dreamscape.
She's terrifying.
You must tell Cheryl that Penelope is but a fiction,
a bogeyman pulled from her own subconscious.
That, perhaps, will shake her free of her stupor and spur her into action.
Else, Abigail may take permanent possession
of my granddaughter's body.
But I never even get the chance to talk to her before the nightmare--
Penelope. --descends on us.
Then perhaps, child, you must divine
a better way to communicate with her.
Gentlemen, I'm so sorry to intrude.
May I come in?
Yeah.
[ominous music playing]
I heard all about what happened in Sketch Alley,
and I wanted to talk to you...
in the hopes it never happens again.
Well, what do you think, Tabitha?
I think it is beautiful, Archie.
[Archie] Well, it was a group effort.
And bonus, Benjamin Moore donated the paint.
For future houses too.
I think it's a great start, Arch.
You're good. I can take it from here.
What are you gonna do?
[Heraldo] After dark, I'll put him in his car, drive in to Jersey,
hang him up in the bathroom of a rest stop with no cameras, call it in.
How are things going otherwise? How's business?
Slow.
We're not quite the sensation we were hoping we'd be.
You know, if you want,
I can put the word out to some wiseguys I know.
They've got money, and they like spending it.
I appreciate the offer, and no offense to your wiseguys,
but we're trying to avoid that, if at all possible.
No worries. Just trying to help.
Actually, you know what you could do?
Could you look into someone for me?
His name is Percival Pickens.
He's British, just got in to town,
and there's something off about him.
And I wanna know what.
Yeah, I can do that.
[cell phone buzzing]
Hey, Tabitha. What's up?
I'm on my way.
[dramatic music playing]
What the hell?
Oh, Doc.
-Why did you do that to Kevin? -I have no idea.
I have absolutely no memory of attacking your friend.
But you did.
One minute, I'm hammering,
and the next minute, I was standing over your friend,
getting ready to take another swipe at him.
You gotta believe me, Jughead. It was...
Like someone put the idea in my head.
Who?
-Who could've done that? -[Doc] He had an accent.
He might have had a British accent.
[ominous music playing]
[Jughead] Thank you again for agreeing to meet with me.
Like I mentioned, I would love to do a follow-up article
to the one that you wrote, something like a rebuttal.
Hmm. Well, to each his own.
I've been thinking about this quote that I read.
"The true measure of any society
can be found in how it treats its most vulnerable members."
Whoever said that obviously didn't grow up in Riverdale.
It's Gandhi.
Tell me, Percival, do you really think that busing the unhoused out of Riverdale
is the best that we can muster as a society?
Well, as I mentioned before,
I'm coming at this from a place of compassion.
My main concern is for the law-abiding citizens of Riverdale,
those who pay their taxes and contribute to the betterment of our society.
Now, I've been to several Sketch Alleys in my time,
the truth is, charity is doing them a disservice,
as is giving them a handout,
when what they should be doing is fending for themselves.
Tell me, are you having fun rooting around inside my brain, Mr. Jones?
What?
[Percival] Get out of my head, you piece of garbage.
Are you all right, Mr. Jones?
Did I not answer the question to your satisfaction?
[dramatic music playing]
[ominous music playing]
[Cheryl sobbing]
Mistress Cheryl, is that you?
[Cheryl] It's me. I'm here.
What happened to your beautiful hair?
Mumzie, of course.
She cut it off when she saw me with my friend...
Heather.
Please, Mistress Cheryl, you have to listen to me.
This isn't happening. You're in a dreamscape.
Your mother isn't actually here.
-What? Of course, she is. -No.
It's hard to explain,
but I've written down everything you need to know.
[Penelope] What is going on here?
Unbelievable.
I catch you with one sapphic slut
and not an hour later, you're back with another one?
Whomever you are, you should be ashamed.
Screw you. You're not even real, Mrs. Blossom.
How dare you?
Get out of Thornhill. You don't belong here.
Please, Mrs. Blossom.
Don't you show your face in this house again.
[dramatic music playing]
[Britta] Mistress Cheryl, the world you are currently inhabiting is not reality,
but rather a hellish dreamscape from which we must free you.
Your physical body is currently possessed by the spirit of Abigail Blossom,
and she has trapped you in a prison in your own mind,
with Penelope as your cruel warden.
But she is not real, Mistress Cheryl.
You must not let her dominate you.
Do not let her break your spirit.
For if she does, your soul may wither and dissipate
within the confines of your corporeal body.
She is but a ghost, a creation of the imagination.
You can defeat her.
I am gonna beat you to within an inch of your life,
you deviant wretched creature.
Why are you looking at me like that, you shameless little wretch?
Because I know the truth now, Mumzie.
You're not real.
Is that a fact?
Yes.
You're in my mind, you psychotic bitch.
And you shouldn't be here.
What are you guys doing?
I'm here to break that house down and haul it away.
No, you're not.
Tabitha called us, Archie.
We started a project. We're doubling down and finishing it.
And a few hours later, someone will vandalize them again.
Then we will repaint them.
And again and again, as many times as we have to.
Why don't you grab a brush? It's cold out.
I do need to talk to you about something, though.
-Doc wasn't the one that attacked Kevin. -Who would it have been?
[Percival] Hello there.
Now, what are you folks doing?
My goodness. Aren't those charming houses?
No need for them anymore, though.
-Sketch Alley is no longer an issue. -Meaning what?
I took it upon myself to visit Sketch Alley.
I spoke to the people living there and got them to move on.
Leave town. Start over somewhere else.
And how did you do that?
Call it the power of persuasion.
I also bought them bus tickets
and gave them each $100 to build new lives elsewhere.
-I don't believe you. -Well, see for yourselves.
Then afterwards, hopefully, see you at the town hall.
Keep up the good work.
[dramatic music playing]
Mistress Cheryl?
You're alive?
I am, and visiting you in your dreams, Brittania.
You've done well
and proven yourself a dutiful and loyal factotum.
For that, you will be rewarded.
But only after we have driven that she-demon Abigail
out of my beautiful body.
How will we do that?
I haven't the faintest idea.
Please, please, please. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Riverdale can breathe a little easier
now that the denizens of Sketch Alley are on their way to a better place.
[all applauding]
The idea to pay their location costs may have been mine,
but I, um, couldn't have pulled it off without the help of your sheriff,
Tom Keller, a man who represents the very best of Riverdale.
[Keller] Keeping with the good news,
I'm also pleased to announce that Percival will be joining my department.
And he'll be working as a deputy along with me and my son
to keep the peace and fulfill the promise of Riverdale
that has eluded us for so long.
[crowd applauding]
[Archie] Dude's like a supervillain.
That's exactly what he is.
Listen, we seriously need to talk tonight. Okay?
[dramatic music playing]
Alice.
In all the excitement, the casino didn't even come up.
Have you looked over our proposal or what?
I have. And after careful review and some solid advice from Percival,
the council believes that there's a lot of risk
in partnering with Babylonium.
Which could be mitigated, possibly.
But quite frankly, Veronica, the biggest liability is you.
Me?
The Lodge name is synonymous with crime and corruption
because of Hiram.
You're its figurehead, the public face.
So the council feels that we could really only support the casino
and this idea of it becoming the new Atlantic City
is if you took a backseat, out of the limelight.
[scoffs]
Alice, I am not my father.
In fact, I've worked really, really hard to not be like my father.
Take offense or not, Veronica,
but I'd like to see you do this without our support.
The picketing, the bad publicity,
the complaints to the gaming board, the raids, the sanctions.
We won't lose this fight.
[Veronica] Okay, time for a new plan.
We already tried taking the high road.
If Riverdale doesn't wanna bet on us,
we'll have to lean in to who we are and what we do best.
As my mother likes to say,
I am my father's daughter.
Does that mean running scams, side hustles, and loopholes?
All of the above, Reggie. All systems go.
And, Heraldo, that offer you made
about putting out the word to your wiseguys? Do it.
We need to start making money, real money, fast.
No problem.
Oh, and, uh, by the way, I looked into that guy for you.
Percival? And what did you find?
Nothing.
There's no paper trail behind him. The guy's a ghost.
It's like he didn't even exist before he showed up here in Riverdale.
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[Betty] Archie?
Betty?
Can you do me a favor?
Can you shut off the TV and the rest of the lights?
Yeah, sure.
Is everything okay?
Oh, my God.
What's going on? Did TBK hurt you?
No. No, uh, I lost him in Maine.
-This is something else. -What?
You know how I've been getting those really bad headaches?
They've only gotten worse,
and I figured out that they're triggered by light.
So the brighter the light, the more excruciating the pain.
Oh, my God.
I think it's a side effect of being able to see auras,
which I can still do, by the way.
Hi.
I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
-God, it feels good to be home. -It hasn't been the same without you.
Yeah? What did I miss? Anything?
A lot.
It turns out Jug can read minds.
-Since the explosion. -What?
Yeah. And Percival Pickens, that weird guy who showed up out of nowhere
and tried to buy my house?
We think he can control people's minds.
Make people do things. Bad things.
We're in trouble, Betty. The whole town is.
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