[Jughead] Heroes. Some are born on the gridiron and baseball diamonds,
others are ripped from the pages of comic books.
But then there are folk heroes, champions of the common people.
You've heard of them.
John Henry, Johnny Appleseed, Davy Crockett.
Folk heroes are symbols of courage for the oppressed.
Riverdale was being threatened by a villain
with the seemingly supernatural ability to control minds.
We needed a hero to defeat him.
One who wouldn't manipulate our neighbors towards their worst impulses,
but inspire them to do their best.
We needed a modern-day folk hero.
So, Mr. Pickens, what brings you to the Babylonium?
Please call me Percival.
And since I'm the newest member of the Council,
I need a more permanent home in Riverdale,
and I was hoping to take up residence in one of your champagne suites.
No chance. You came after me and my casino the second you arrived in town.
Look, I can only apologize for that.
It seems I've underestimated the Babylonium's potential.
And yours.
Now that I've stepped down as deputy to open up a curiosity shop in town,
I'm less concerned with matters of law and order.
Now, about that champagne suite,
I can pay you a year's rent, a year's back rent,
and a year's security deposit. Today. In cash.
Also, not to step on Kevin Keller's toes, but I'm quite the crooner.
-Are you now? -Oh, yes.
I've sung Caesar's Palace, Sydney Opera House, Moulin Rouge.
Not to brag, but the ladies love me.
Confidentially, so do the men.
-Cash, you said? -Cash it is.
Are you certain about this, Brittania?
Yes, Mistress Cheryl.
When my parents heard about you wanting to adopt me,
they thought about it, and they're ready to accept me for who I am.
In that case, Godspeed. And thank you.
If not for you, I would've been trapped in Abigail Blossom's mind forever.
For that, you will always have a place here.
[tender music playing]
[gavel bangs]
And next on the agenda is the Pickens Park revitalization project.
[Percival clears throat] Now, as we all know,
Pickens Park, once magnificent, has sadly become blighted.
Drugs, crime, and worse.
Which is why I'm so excited to reveal to you...
the park's future.
As you can see, it will feature new playgrounds for children,
repaved pathways for cycling,
and where it stood before, a glorious new statue of my ancestor, General Pickens,
the man credited with taming these wild lands.
You can't be serious, right?
General Pickens was a homicidal maniac who slaughtered the Uktena tribe.
We all learned that in high school.
Yeah, and I think before anything is approved,
it's important to remember why the statue was removed.
For a lot of people in Riverdale, General Pickens isn't a hero,
but rather an offensive reminder of our town's dark history.
Very well. We'll, uh, revisit this.
In the meantime, let's move on to the next order of business: The new town sign.
Now, the updated design, approved by a majority of this Council,
sadly won't have room for the town's slogan:
"Home of Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe."
So we'll have to lose that.
-[Tabitha] What's your problem with me? -What do you mean?
The fact that you decided to remove Pop's from the town sign.
It was an esthetic decision. Tabitha, I can assure you, I'm not your enemy.
In fact, friendly advice, instead of expending all your energy fighting me,
you should consider an actual threat to your livelihood.
-Veronica Lodge. Her casino. -What are you talking about?
I shouldn't say anything, but the Council's holding a special meeting
to approve a billboard promoting the Babylonium.
Now, seeing as that highway's only zoned for two billboards,
the town's and one other,
shouldn't you be fighting to make that a Pop's advertisement instead?
Think about it.
[pensive music playing]
It's like Percival has the whole town in his thrall.
And the irony is, as far as everyone else is concerned, Percival is a great guy.
Oh, except, never mind the fact that he's killed people.
How do you fight mind control?
Actually, there might be a way.
I've been reading this parapsychology book,
and scientists think that you can actually resist mind control
through an emotional anchor.
It acts as a tether connecting you to what you feel like your core identity is.
As long as you stay connected to it, he can't get a grasp on you.
So if I were one-on-one with Percival, I would just think about my mom or Polly.
Before he gets his hooks on you? Yeah, you might be able to resist.
That's great for us, but what about the rest of the town?
You're right. Before we figure out what his ultimate plan is,
we have to try to free the stranglehold that he has on our friends and neighbors.
By beating him at his own game. Not manipulation. Inspiration.
The people of the town, they need to be reminded of who they are,
what their core values are.
Decency. Kindness. Fairness. They need someone to look up to.
A hero to point them in the direction of good.
-Archie, that hero needs to be you. -What are you talking about?
You're the closest thing we have to an authentic American folk hero
who can rouse people towards good.
And what's better than a homegrown son of Fred Andrews, champion of the common folk?
-Not everyone sees me in that light. -They will, in time.
Once you win back their hearts and minds,
including those that are currently under Percival's supernatural charisma,
-we can stop his ascent. -Vote his ass off the Council.
Sign me up. But we can't just decide Archie's a hero and people will believe.
[Jughead] No, he'll need to demonstrate it.
But lucky for us, Archie's already a legend in the making.
And my ex-manager has a connection to the Guinness Book of World Records.
Are you still in touch with KO Kelly? We might need his help.
Yes.
[ominous music playing]
Stare all you want, Abigail,
but you'll never get out of that cage and into my beautiful body.
Oh, God, is it getting warm in here?
[dramatic music playing]
[screaming]
All right, the floor is now open for public comments.
I'd like to make an announcement.
As of today, the El Royale will be unavailable for town hall meetings.
I've decided to re-open it as a boxing gym for local kids.
Are we sure that's a prudent idea?
The El Royale started out as a boxing gym. And for a while, it was a youth center.
This would combine two of my passions. Physical fitness--
And serving and inspiring the community.
Filling the youth of Riverdale with personal and civic pride.
Instilling in them much needed values. Leading with compassion.
Reminding them to think for themselves.
With all due respect, how is this ramshackle place going to inspire anyone?
The El Royale is about to be world-famous.
Owned and operated by the World's Toughest Man Alive, Archie Andrews.
An adjudicator of the Guinness Book of World Records will be arriving soon
to watch Archie perform feats of human endurance
that need to be seen to be believed.
So we would like to invite everyone, far and wide,
to come and cheer on Riverdale's homegrown folk hero, Archie Andrews,
Man of Iron.
[pensive music playing]
A hundred and three. You're burning up with fever, as I suspected.
Last night, I feared I was burning alive.
Well, get thee back to bed, child. And rest.
Thank you for taking care of me.
Oh, I'm not going to be taking care of you, no, no, no.
I must keep vigil over the doll and its prisoner, Abigail.
But I will hire a night nurse to minister to your needs.
[footsteps approaching]
We appreciate all the time and effort you both put into your individual proposals.
But we are going to go with the Babylonium billboard.
-Hmm. -[Alice] Yes.
While Pop's represents Riverdale's past, we wanna look towards its future.
Percival reminded us a casino promises more revenue, short- and long-term.
We hope you understand, Pop's will always be part of Riverdale's legacy.
-Mm. -Legacy?
Yes, but also its present and future, Percival.
Count on it.
[tense music playing]
-Well, that was rather awkward. -Yeah.
Shall we decamp to the El Royale, see what Archie's feats of toughness are?
I'm rather curious.
[crowd cheering]
["Believer" playing]
♪ I'm a believer ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ I'm a believer, baby ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ I'm a believer ♪
♪ I was just a child A little dead behind the eyes ♪
♪ My heart was at war With the rage inside my mind ♪
♪ Got a taste, a new sensation ♪
♪ On my knees, a last confession ♪
♪ Riding high, swinging low This is how it goes... ♪
-[grunts] -[crowd groaning]
♪ I'm a believer, baby ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ I'm a believer ♪
♪ I found where I belong ♪
[crowd cheering]
♪ I was blind but now I see ♪
♪ I was born right here On the outside lookin' in ♪
♪ You don't look a thing like Jesus ♪
♪ Waited my whole life to sing this ♪
[crowd cheering]
♪ Riding high, swinging low This is how it goes ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ I'm a believer, baby ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ I'm a believer ♪
According to Mr. Guinness, you are now the World's Toughest Man. How's it feel?
My dad used to keep a copy of that book in the john, so pretty good, I guess.
And luckily, no one's asked questions about my feats.
We erred on the right side of credulity.
Also, um, did you see how the crowd turned towards you and away from Percival?
Yeah. He was pissed. So, what's next?
So, good news is, uh, your statue is almost finished.
Wait. What statue?
The one I commissioned from a sculptor friend back in New York.
Percival is trying to mythologize his great-grandfather,
so we have to mythologize you.
-Jug, I'm not sure about a statue. -Okay, you're being too modest, man.
Also, KO Kelly has agreed to the fight. He's all in.
I'm not sure about that, either.
Wouldn't my powers give me an unfair advantage? I could hurt him.
Not to mention his reputation.
That's the beauty of it. You don't actually have to win.
Since KO went professional,
his whole thing is that he knocks every opponent out that he fights.
So all you have to do is stay standing at the bell.
He'll get the technical victory,
but you'll get the Rocky-esque inspirational victory.
And the legend of Archie Andrews will just build and build.
I'm sorry the billboard vote didn't work out for you, Tabitha.
-I've been trying to get one up for years. -It's not just that, Toni.
Percival said something about Babylonium being a threat to Pop's.
And damned if he isn't right.
Ever since Veronica opened up her casino, my revenue's been going down.
Join the club. Casinos give out drinks for free,
so why would anybody come to the Whyte Wyrm to pay for them?
I hear you. But that's the thing.
Unlike the Whyte Wyrm, we're not direct competition for the casino,
so why is it eating into my customer base?
-Have you been to the Babylonium yet? -I haven't had a chance to yet, no.
Maybe it's time we check out our competition.
Mm.
Danke, Darius. That was delicious.
And thank you for watching over my literally hot body
whilst Nana keeps her vigil in the chapel.
I was honored to be asked back.
And after some rest, hopefully your fever will have broken by morning.
From your pillowy lips, Darius.
♪ Is your mouth a little weak ♪
♪ When you open it to speak ♪
♪ Or you smile... ♪
Excuse me. What do we have here?
An assortment of sliders, tater tots, and pigs-in-a-blanket. On the house.
-The Babylonium is serving diner food? -That's not all. What is this?
Liquor-infused milkshake shots. Would you like one?
Oh, hell no.
♪ Today is Valentine's Day ♪
Ah. Darius, I feel so much cooler and fresh. Your soup must have...
Darius?
Abigail.
What's the matter, child?
Nana, poor Darius has burnt to a crisp. He's nothing more than a pile of ash.
I am certain it's Abigail's doing.
But the doll, it hasn't twitched all night.
[ominous music playing]
It's cool to the touch. What new bedevilment is this?
Archie Andrews. World's Toughest Man.
KO Kelly. The Knockout Champ. I'm glad you could make it.
I never turn down a good fight.
Holy crap, bro, you're like a damn rock. You getting yoked or what?
Must be all the construction work. I appreciate you coming.
Promoting the gym and, uh, boosting morale.
Nah, man, I'll go easy on you. Hate to ruin that pretty face.
But, uh, where's your ring?
I'm gonna spend the day setting it up. You wanna help me?
Nah, man.
Katy told me all about Veronica's casino. Thought I might check it out.
Yeah, good call.
You called, I came.
What exactly am I looking at here?
Cousin, those are the meager earthly remains of my night nurse, Darius.
When I fell asleep, he was sitting in that chair.
And when I awoke, he had burned to ash.
There are pieces of bone in here. And why didn't his feet burn?
Why don't I gather what's left of Darius and bring him to Dr. Curdle Junior?
-That's step number one. -Okay.
We can't compete with a casino with the budget of a Baz Luhrmann film.
We're two Davids versus a Babylonium-sized Goliath.
Veronica's clearly prioritized profit over friendship.
So I say we do the same. And team up. Fight fire with fire.
I could apply for a liquor license
and start serving alcohol, placing all my orders through the Whyte Wyrm.
I could install a couple slot machines downstairs.
And maybe even a craps table. What do we do about live entertainment?
We need an act that will get people talking.
What if I resurrect the idea of a singing diner?
Yeah. Or I could step it up a notch.
There's an old tradition that's due for a Cirque du Soleil-type reinvention.
What tradition?
It's a little thing we call the Serpent Dance.
Oh.
[knocking on door]
Miss Lodge, so sorry to interrupt.
If you're having problems with the champagne suite,
talk to the manager. I don't handle maintenance issues.
Oh, no, my accommodations are superb.
I was actually, uh, just nipping out to run an errand.
I thought I'd pop by with a proposition.
You see, the more time I spend at the Babylonium,
the more this place feels like home.
And I suppose-- I was just wondering,
if you and I shouldn't explore a more robust partnership.
In what respect?
I could become an investor, help take the Babylonium to the next level.
Only thing is, I already have a partner.
Oh, yes. Reginald Mantle.
Where is he? I haven't seen him since I moved in.
Mantle Motors. Helping his dad with the dealership.
Mm. Right. I don't mean to stir trouble, but you're sure that's what he's doing?
[suspenseful music playing]
Cut the crap, Percival. Is there something you know that I don't?
No. I shouldn't say anything else. You should really see this for yourself.
What the hell, Reginald? What are you doing here?
Running a satellite casino behind my back?
Using slot machines stolen from the Babylonium?
They're on loan. This is just a side hustle.
Another in our long history of side hustles. We're both benefitting.
How stupid do you think I am, Reggie?
We're in the fight of our lives to make the Babylonium solvent,
and you're siphoning money away from us?
Maybe I wanted something of my own where I could call the shots.
So this is about ego, then?
[groans]
Fine. You can keep the slot machines you "borrowed,"
but you're barred from the Babylonium.
No. You can't do that, Ronnie, I'm half owner.
Show up and see what happens, Reggie.
And you're definitely banished from my bed.
[dramatic music playing]
Well, Dr. Curdle Junior?
If I'm not mistaken, what we're looking at is a result of a phenomenon known as SHC.
-Spontaneous human combustion? -Exactly.
Perhaps the gases in his entrails heated to such an intense temperature
that they auto-ignited.
And he burned from the inside out.
But his feet, they're still intact.
And the chair he was sitting on was barely singed.
In cases of SHC,
the fire burns at a temperature in excess of a thousand degrees
but is contained within the body,
so that oftentimes, some of the extremities are spared
as well as objects that are in direct contact with the victim.
Spontaneous human combustion?
Stranger things have happened in Riverdale.
My Nana just took my temperature and it's rising again.
-Does that mean I'm gonna combust too? -No. No. No way.
How do you know, cousin?
Because I'm gonna stay here tonight and make sure that that doesn't happen.
Okay.
[tender music playing]
[footsteps approaching]
[ominous music playing]
Hello, Mr. Andrews.
The door was unlocked, so I slipped in. I do hope that's all right.
[echoing] You see that box cutter there?
I'd very much like you to pick that up.
That's it.
Now press it into your arms.
I want to see your blood pooling all over this lovely floor.
Would you do that for me?
That's it. Nice and steady now.
[echoing stops] That's not possible.
Right. Let's try this again, shall we?
I don't think so.
You took your shot and you missed.
[dramatic music playing]
[door slams]
[Percival] I'm sorry you had to find out about Reginald's betrayal this way.
If it's any consolation, I've had a rather frustrating evening myself.
[pensive music playing]
But isn't it better to know the truth than to carry on living blindfolded?
I suppose.
In fact, there is one other thing I think you should see.
Tell me, have you been in to the Whyte Wyrm recently?
♪ I'm your private dancer ♪
♪ A dancer for money ♪
♪ I'll do what you want me to do ♪
♪ I'm your private dancer ♪
♪ A dancer for money ♪
♪ And any old music will do ♪
[both] ♪ I'm your private dancer ♪
♪ A dancer for money ♪
♪ I'll do what you want me to do ♪
♪ Just a private dancer ♪
♪ A dancer for money ♪
♪ And any old music will do ♪
[crowd cheering]
♪ Deutsche marks or dollars ♪
♪ American Express will do nicely Thank you ♪
♪ Let me loosen up your collars ♪
♪ Tell me Do you wanna see me do the shimmy again? ♪
[dramatic music playing]
Oh, my God, Cheryl, you're burning up.
-You're literally on fire. -What's happening to me?
Let's get you into an ice bath. Okay? ASAP. Let's go.
-I'm literally boiling alive! -Hold on.
The water is pulling the heat out of your body, okay?
Just ride it out and see if it dissipates.
Okay, temperature's dropping. Thank God.
Then it's gonna keep building back up in me.
-That's what keeps happening. -Seems to be the pattern.
We're gonna, what, just go until I die?
What can we even do?
Okay, there's a division at the FBI
that specializes in phenomenon like this.
I'm gonna reach out.
You're not gonna die, Cheryl.
-I swear. Okay? -Okay.
He was fully in my head.
I thought I was a dead man, but then I remembered what you said
about focusing on a tether.
So I zoned in on this picture of my dad.
-Percival lost his grip on me. -That's great. The defense actually works.
But, Jug, this is a temporary solution,
if he catches us by surprise,
-we're vulnerable. -All right.
Why don't we start after your big fight with KO?
You're gonna be riding high off that victory.
The Guinness Book of World Records is gonna present you with your award.
Then we're gonna reveal your statue.
Then you say a couple of words at a press conference.
-The town will be rallying behind you. -Drive him out of town.
-Old-school scoundrel-style. -Exactly.
Everyone cheering for Riverdale's Man of Iron.
[rock music playing]
[crowd cheering in distance]
["Wicked" playing over speakers]
♪ I swear I can see you ♪
♪ You're like a crown jewel ♪
♪ I had dreams where I feel you ♪
♪ I thought I seen you coming ♪
♪ Coming round my way... ♪
It's quiet on the floor today.
No wonder, since the Chock'lit Shoppe and the Whyte Wyrm
have declared war on us.
Us?
I'll think of something. I usually do.
You should show strength. Teach Tabitha and Toni a lesson.
-Have any suggestions to make? -Oh, always.
I think we should firebomb the hell out of them.
Pop, is everything okay?
No. This is going too far.
I know what you're trying to do, Tabitha. But liquor in our family restaurant?
[Fangs] What's going on, Toni?
I just got out of jail, and suddenly you're in a remake of Showgirls?
I'm all for doing whatever it takes to make a buck.
And I don't mean to be a prude,
but we're in custody battle for Baby Anthony.
How do you think this looks?
I'm sorry, what did you just say?
Firebomb Pop's and the Whyte Wyrm?
I don't know who you think I am, Percival.
But I'm not my father.
And you, you're smooth and charming, but you overplayed your hand.
Now get out of my office,
and be grateful that I'm not throwing you out of my champagne suite.
As you wish.
I actually have a pressing engagement to keep.
No rest for the wicked, it seems.
[pensive music playing]
Marone.
It's like playing cards in a funeral home.
Lighten the hell up, kid. You're a free man now.
In complete control of your own future.
Yeah, well, Veronica was kind of my future.
The casino too.
In that case, maybe you take it back.
The casino, not the girl.
She was garbage.
What did you say?
Shut the hell up, you disrespectful punk.
You want us to deal you in?
And maybe we discuss deepening our partnership.
Why the hell not?
Attaboy.
[Percival] Mr. Kelly.
Hi, I was hoping to catch you.
Do I know you, bud?
Oh, of course. My name is Percival.
I, uh, caught a fight of yours
a couple of months ago at Madison Square Garden.
Title bout against Hurricane Henry. Most impressive.
It's always nice to meet a fan.
But I gotta hit the hay.
-Big fight tomorrow. -Right.
-Be well. -Before you dash off, Mr. Kelly...
[echoing] I wonder if you might do me a favor.
[ominous music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
Where's KO?
Just got out of surgery.
What happened to him?
Witnesses say that he walked right into traffic.
Calmly. Willingly.
-Oh, my God. -Yeah, take a guess on who's responsible.
[cell phone rings]
Unbelievable.
Percival, you snake, we were just talking about you.
Listen, I heard about your friend, KO.
-Such a shame. -Shame that he didn't die?
Like you wanted him to?
Haven't the faintest notion what you're on about, but listen,
with KO down for the count,
you must be looking for a new opponent to step into the ring with you, and, uh...
well, I'd like to throw my hat in, if that's all right.
Nothing would make me happier, but you do not wanna do that.
Oh, dude, but I do.
Tough as you are,
I was top of my boxing class at Cambridge and I can hold my own.
So how about it? Me against you in front of the whole town.
Winner takes all.
Fine. But why don't we up the stakes a little.
When I win, which I will, you resign from the Council.
Agreed. And if I win, I want you, personally you,
to reinstate my great-grandfather's statue in Pickens Park.
-Deal. -Excellent. May the best man win, eh?
-He wants to fight me. -In the ring?
He's gonna try and mind control you in front of the whole town?
That's not gonna happen. I'll be thinking about my dad while I beat him to a pulp
and send his ass out of Riverdale in a body bag.
[phone rings]
Tabitha, hey, I was actually just picking up the phone to call you.
Can we meet?
In person.
Thank you for taking the time, Agent Drake.
It's my pleasure, Agent Cooper.
I've wanted to meet you since the Starkweather case.
Well, I'm sorry that it took so long.
But, uh, you said you had some insight about the case that I'm working?
Yes.
What you described may not be spontaneous human combustion,
despite what your coroner friend says.
SHC is extremely rare.
Okay, so if it's not SHC,
what is it?
What you described
could be someone who's manifesting nascent powers of pyrokinesis.
Pyro-- Pyrokinesis.
The ability to create and control fire with their mind.
And what triggers
the onset of these kinds of abilities?
Pretty much what you'd expect. Puberty, intense traumas.
And how does pyrokinesis work, specifically?
We all generate heat. Me, you.
But a pyrokinetic person generates heat at the level of a super conductor.
They have to discharge it
or it will build up and cause them or anyone near them to self-immolate.
Okay. And how do they discharge the heat?
Practice.
Want some pointers?
Thanks for stopping by. And thanks for the partnership.
Thank you.
We'll let you know
-about the slot machines. -Absolutely.
Bye.
[ominous music playing]
So, what were they doing here?
We were reminding each other of who we are.
-Hmm? -Three women,
and three proud business owners in a small town
that needs to come together instead of letting itself be ripped apart.
We found a way to thread the needle and support one another.
How so?
I'm giving two Babylonian slot machines to the Whyte Wyrm.
In return, Toni is giving me 10% of what she brings in with them.
As for Tabitha, we're opening a Pop's booth in the grand lobby.
And splitting the profits from food sales.
Circles rise together after all.
Well, I have to tip my hat to you.
Very smart how you were able to handle this with Tabitha and Toni.
Oh, I wish I could take credit, but it was Tabitha.
She's the one who came up with this three-way partnership and plan.
-Yeah, she's very clever, isn't she? -Yeah.
[ominous music playing]
[beeping]
You're 119 degrees, Cheryl.
Focus on the logs in the fireplace
and project the heat that's building up inside onto them.
-How? -Focus. Visualize it and it will happen.
I'm burning up. I can't even think straight.
You better get your head in the game.
Because if you don't, me, you or your Nana are gonna burst into flames.
[hip-hop music playing]
♪ I came to show you what you came to do ♪
♪ Boss, while you talking Making major moves ♪
♪ Rolls Royce, they tap me No one will ever stop me... ♪
-All right, remember your tether. -Couldn't forget if I tried.
All right, fellas, let's touch them.
♪ Everybody scream That's my only thing, yes... ♪
Good luck.
[rings]
Go, Archie.
Focus, Archie.
Go on, lower your guard, Archie.
[echoing] Lower your guard and let me win.
Again, that's not gonna work on me.
[echo stops] Okay. Looks like I have to beat you the old-fashioned way.
Come on, Archie.
[Frank] One, two...
-three, four... -[crowd cheering]
five, six...
seven...
[dramatic music playing]
I can't. I can't do it.
Yes, yes, you can, Cheryl. You're a phoenix.
You thrive in fire.
Your brother's corpse was baptized in fire.
Your ancestor, Abigail, she was consumed in fire.
You burned this house down and re-built it.
You yourself said that you can control the elements.
Your entire life has been building up to this threshold.
She's at 262 degrees.
Damn it, Cheryl, you're going to die if you don't do this. Focus on the logs.
-Stop yelling at me! -Burn those logs!
-Three hundred and three degrees. -I'm trying, I'm trying.
Burn her, Cheryl. Burn your mother. Okay? Focus.
Visualize it and make her pay for all of the pain she's caused you.
Set her ass on fire!
[suspenseful music playing]
You did it, Cheryl.
Great job and congratulations, you're officially a pyrokinetic.
[crowd cheering]
Duck, Archie!
[dramatic music playing]
-[Frank] One, two... -[Jug] All right, stay down. You're done.
-...three, four... -[Jughead] He's slaughtering you, Arch!
You're done!
[Frank] five...
six...
seven...
[gasping]
[suspenseful music playing]
-[bell dings] -[crowd cheering]
[poignant music playing]
[door opens, then closes]
[Betty] Arch?
Hey, Jug, I just heard about the match. What happened?
Percival won.
The match. The crowd.
Archie's not gonna get a medal from Guinness.
Percival outplayed us.
Arch, how could you have lost?
I felt Percival's punches.
I felt pain. I bled.
How could this have happened?
Is it possible Percival knows my weakness?
Could he get ahold of the palladium?
The only palladium I know of is what Archie gave to me to keep safe.
Where is it?
No, no, no. There's no way he could've found it.
Then where is it, Betty?
I don't know, Archie.
Percival must know about our secrets.
It's the only way that he could've beaten Archie.
How does he know?
[ominous music playing]
Thank you, Alice.
Now you go back downstairs and drink your wine, okay?
Yeah. That sounds nice.
What...?
[echoing] Your friend Archie...
there's something special about him.
You're gonna tell me everything, Betty.
Then you're going back to sleep.
You're gonna forget I was even here.
Archie did it.
Statue's up.
Well...
man of his word till the end, eh?
Fancy a stroll, Tom?
[ominous music playing]
You're so quiet. What's wrong? You won the fight.
It's Tabitha Tate.
She weighs on me.
Full of false virtue.
Standing in the way of true progress with that hideous diner of hers.
It's not right.
I'm afraid to say, gentlemen...
Tabitha Tate is not long for this new world we're creating.
[dramatic music playing]
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