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 was 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.
[tender music playing]
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 Thornhill
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?
[lilting music playing]
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.
[pensive music playing]
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! [chuckles]
Apple pie served over an unmarked grave.
And your father was groomed by his mother to kill, wasn't he?
Mm. 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 a 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.
Go for a walk, huh?
Yeah. Come on.
Hey.
Hey. We were about to go for a walk. You wanna join us?
Um, can I ask you something first?
Yeah. Is 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'd love to have you.
-Right, Bingo? -[barks]
Okay, come on.
Let's go.
Good boy.
[Toni] 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.
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.
He takes care of Baby Anthony while I'm at school during the day.
That's gotta look good to a judge.
It depends on the judge, to be honest.
There's something I wanna 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.
And 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 for him to knock down.
[Jughead groans]
[Jughead] Writer's block.
The constant foe in my life.
And I've run out of ways to procrastinate.
[lilting pensive music playing]
[cell phone buzzes, then beeps]
Reggie and the shareholders have declared open war on me, Jughead.
I need money to build up my war chest if I wanna 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 wanna 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.
[pensive music playing]
Fifty-fifty.
And we only read the minds of the willing.
Done and done.
Okay, guys. It's been a minute.
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! -Yeah!
Let's do this.
Let's do it.
-Yeah. -All right.
-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.
We should probably talk to Janet before we make any big life changes.
Fine. But I wanna 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 wanna do everything that I possibly can
to help provide for Baby Anthony.
[gentle music playing]
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?
[meows]
[ominous music playing]
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...
[Butterscotch meows]
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.
["Everybody Let's Go" playing]
♪ I got the feeling And it's sure out of sight ♪
♪ Best believe it ♪
♪ Yeah, I could do this all night ♪
♪ Everybody, come on ♪
-♪ Everybody, let's go ♪ -♪ Everybody, let's go ♪
-♪ Everybody, come on ♪ -♪ Everybody, come on ♪
♪ Everybody, let's go now ♪
♪ If you're feeling like this, go ♪
-♪ Doo, doo, doo, yeah ♪ -♪ Everybody ♪
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 brewing threat.
Who else have you seen an aura around?
Killers.
People who are about to cause harm.
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, Ms. Cooper.
And are these the subjects we'll be testing for the MAOA gene?
Yeah. These are my niece and nephew, Juniper and Dagwood.
[Heather] 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.
This is what it must have looked like back in the day before it opened up.
So much potential.
Well, it's like you said, Tabitha.
-It's only temporary. -[Percival] Hello!
Oh. I'm so sorry to intrude.
I just, uh--
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.
[ominous music playing]
♪ 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 ♪
[crowd cheering]
Ladies and gentlemen,
you're in for a treat tonight.
The Babylonium is proud to present the Seer of the Southside,
Forsythe the Fantastic.
[crowd applauding]
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 Southside!
[crowd applauding]
[patron whistles]
What the hell?
Oh, my God.
We left this truck fully loaded last night.
I locked it myself.
Who steals booths and tables?
Wait, Archie.
You have to see this.
[ominous music playing]
Who could have 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. What you want is Pop's and its contents destroyed.
And for the hundredth time, that's not gonna happen.
Oops!
[tense music playing]
["After You" playing on jukebox]
♪ After you, who... ♪
♪ Could survive my sky... ♪
-[Sam screams] -[electricity crackles]
[Carlos] Help! Help!
-What happened? -Sam got electrocuted
trying to move the jukebox.
Oh, my God.
[phone rings]
[Curdle] 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.
[Betty] 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 counterintuitive.
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.
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 and away from my mom.
You don't think she'd hurt them?
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.
[eerie music playing]
[door opens]
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'm 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.
[tense music playing]
Um, whose car's out front?
Ours.
I used my signing bonus as a down payment.
Archie gave you a signing bonus?
Uh, no.
Percival 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 he could've 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 I can use an emotional tether to keep that from happening.
Baby Anthony will be my tether.
[Heather] 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.
[Heather] The Lovers.
You yearn for connection.
Intimacy.
Love.
Don't we all yearn for those things?
[ominous music playing]
Oh. That doesn't look good.
It isn't.
The Tower is a dark card,
promising disaster.
Carnage. War.
Welcome to Riverdale.
[Tabitha] What happened, Archie?
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.
[Jughead] 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--
[cell phone buzzes]
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've 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.
[pensive music playing]
What the hell?
[eerie music playing]
I wouldn't be saying the diner's haunted
if I hadn't seen the ghosts with my own eyes, Archie.
Then I talked to my grandpa, and sure enough,
people have died at Pop's.
They're the ones causing problems.
Look, to be honest, Tabitha,
a haunted diner's the least of my worries right now.
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 figure out our ghost problem.
But we still need to move the diner before Percival seizes control.
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 wanna 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.
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?
[poignant music playing]
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 workaround?
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?
[Tabitha] I'm desperate, Cheryl.
Time-traveling is one thing, but this, this is--
Sounds like a classic haunting.
Those ghosts are lingering.
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've 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.
[ominous music playing]
Hear these names and cross the divide
Mona Mitchell and Gilda Snide
Join us here and do not hide
Marcus Lee and Jenny Bride
[ghost laughing]
[wind rustles]
[ghost screaming]
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? -[Cheryl] 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 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?
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?
[Alice] How could you, Elizabeth?
How could you steal those children from me? I'm their grandmother!
You are not in the right headspace to take care of children.
I'm their guardian. I'm 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.
To protect them? What, trying to protect them from me?
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 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've made me endure.
[tense music playing]
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 Royale winds up haunted for a time.
-Well, ghosts don't scare me, so... -[Frank] Me neither.
Uncle Frank.
[tender music playing]
[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.
[Betty] 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.
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.
[tender music playing]
[ominous music playing]
[Jughead] 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.
[Veronica] Here you go.
Sorry, it's small bills tonight.
-You know I'll have to count it. -Take all the time you need.
[pensive music playing]
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.
[dramatic music playing]
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.
Well, Uncle Frank, do you and a couple guys wanna load up the truck,
head to the El Royale?
The rest of us, let's start dismantling the diner.
[ominous music playing]
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 wanna 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.
[eerie music playing]
Everything okay?
Yeah.
[bell jingles]
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.
[shouts]
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.
[tense music playing]
I can't believe what you've done.
The paint, the colors, it-- 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, uh, the final battle, whenever it happens,
will be witnessed by the appropriate parties.
The living and the dead.
[hopeful music playing]
[door closes]
Hey.
Uh, what's the occasion?
I wanted to apologize, Fangs.
You were 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?
[pensive music playing]
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 byproduct of trauma, Betty.
Your most recent discoveries about your mom are more trauma.
This could be a natural expansion of your ability,
sensing everyone who poses a danger.
Physical or emotional.
[ominous music playing]
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?
[theme music playing] t she loves?