Riverdale (2017) s07e10 Episode Script

1
How can I help, Sheriff?
We're trying to get ahold of
Rayberry's family, if he had one.
Was there any next of
kin that you know of?
Shucks. I don't
Actually, he might've had a wife.
Do you know her name?
Or where she lived?
No, no. He was pretty
tight-lipped about his marriage.
He only mentioned it in passing.
- Mm
- But maybe he filled out some forms at Pep Comics.
I could check with them.
Well, I'd appreciate it. And
let me know if anything turns up.
It's important that
we put this sorry mess
behind us as soon as possible.
You're dreamin', Reg.
Uncle Frank, will you tell Reggie
that Marilyn Monroe is much
sexier than Elizabeth Taylor?
That no one on the planet is
sexier than Marilyn Monroe.
Sophia Loren. Brigitte
Bardot. Eartha Kitt.
And yes, in my humble
opinion, Elizabeth Taylor.
Told you so.
What the frig?
You guys are itchin' for a switchin'.
I got a call from Principal
Featherhead last night, Archie.
Tells me your grade point
average is back up. B-plus.
Like we agreed.
Yeah? So does that mean I get back
She's my cruisin' street machine ♪
She's waiting for you in the garage.
Little cruisin' street machine ♪
She's lookin' kinda mean ♪
Little cruisin' street machine ♪
It's all right. I'll clean up.
Wowza. That is the most
beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I didn't know you had a hot rod.
I didn't know you liked cars.
I've always wanted one of my
own. Just could never afford it.
Well, neither could I.
You shoulda seen this baby
when we found her at the dump.
She was a real junker.
My dad and I rebuilt her together.
- Must have taken months.
- Try years.
We finished it before
he went off to the war.
Sounds like you and your
old man were real tight.
We were best friends.
Taught me everything I know about cars.
And girls, I bet.
Is this a straight six?
V8 with headers. Louder and faster.
What's the transmission?
- Three-speed
automatic. - Okay.
Most important question.
Can she lay rubber?
Now that I got my grades up, why
don't we play hooky and I'll show you?
[FIELDSTONE] Dead, huh? [SCOFFS]
Ain't that a kick in the teeth.
You writers. You all have
your secret demons, don't you?
It's a shame. Talented guy.
Say, you wouldn't
happen to know anything about Mr.
Rayberry having a wife, would you?
No. Just that he wanted
us to send half his salary
to a small town in South Carolina.
Maybe she lives down there.
Do you have a name or an address?
No, just a post office box.
I'll have Bernie get it for you.
Thank you, Mr. Fieldstone.
You bet.
Dead. [SCOFFS]
[CLAY] The thing I love so much about
what Ralph Ellison
did with Invisible Man
is that he took the broad
idea of existentialism
and applied it specifically to
the Black American experience.
Well, what struck me most
was the novel's style.
It was almost like jazz.
Very improvisational.
No shock there. Ellison was a jazz
drummer before he became a writer.
Clearly it influenced his work.
That said, some of his literary
criticisms rub me the wrong way.
For instance, I love
Zora Neale Hurston's
Their Eyes Were Watching God,
but he called it a "blight
of calculated burlesque."
I mean, I can't help
but think that's partly
because it was written
about a woman and by a woman.
See, I liked Hurston's book,
but I do see Ellison's concern, though.
She's writing us as caricatures
for a white audience.
Parts of Invisible
Man really spoke to me,
but he was just so angry
and tortured all the time.
Ellison's speaking to the
larger truth of our existence.
It's not a book
about day-to-day life.
It's about what it feels like,
in the scope of our human experience,
to walk around in our skin.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Well, I, for one, am really
digging this conversation.
So, to touch on what Tabitha said,
what were our thoughts on
Their Eyes Were Watching God?
["YOU CAN'T CATCH ME" PLAYING]
[REGGIE WHOOPING]
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Now you can't catch me ♪
Baby, you can't catch me ♪
'Cause if you get too close ♪
You know I'm gone like a cool breeze ♪
[FANGS] Hey.
How's my baby and our baby?
Better now that Riverdale's
heppest budding rock star is here.
[SCHOOL BELL RINGING]
I actually got some news.
I booked a gig in Centerville.
[MIDGE GASPS]
I'm not headlining. Ritchie Valens is.
But I did find out that there's
going to be some music producers there
that are gonna be scouting for talent.
Fangs, that's fantabulous!
Where and when, so I
can put it in my book?
- Oh, actually, Midge, you can't come.
- Huh?
The show's in the rough
part of Centerville.
Heaven forbid something
bad were to happen.
- Like a rumble breaks out and you get hurt.
- Oh
Plus, what if your parents find
out that you're road tripping out
to the boonies to see your deadbeat
boyfriend play rock 'n' roll?
I gotta be a rich and famous
musician by the next time I see 'em,
or they'll never jive
with us getting circled.
[SIGHS]
But they will, okay?
Go get to class.
Okay, so get this.
According to Mr. Fieldstone, Mr.
Rayberry had half of his paycheck
sent to a PO box in South Carolina.
That's not something a man who's
planning to kill himself does.
Exactly. Despite what Sheriff
Keller seems to believe.
Honest to gosh, Tabitha,
I'm half-tempted to just sneak
into Mr. Rayberry's apartment.
Just to try and figure out
who that PO box belongs to.
His wife, hopefully, but also to
see if I can find some evidence.
What kind of evidence?
That he didn't kill himself.
That he was the victim of foul play.
Would you maybe want
some company for that?
With all due respect to James Dean,
what if you had to choose between,
say, Marlon Brando or Paul Newman?
To marry? Paul Newman.
But if we're talking about just spending
one wild, reckless night together?
Marlon Brando.
Betty Cooper, you naughty girl!
By the way, I've been
meaning to ask you.
Are you using a new cold cream?
Because you're positively glowing.
No. Just plain ol' soap and water.
But my mom is making good on her
threat to stay out of my life,
and, honestly, it's like
a weight's been lifted.
Well, good for you.
Look at us, a couple of
independent young women,
unconstrained by the expectations
of society, our parents, and boys.
[UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
Upon further reflection, Betty,
why deal in hypotheticals
when we have our very own Marlon
and Paul to play with here at school?
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
Reginald?
Oh. Hey.
I wanted to offer you a mea culpa.
For not making our date after
things got busy at the Babylonium.
So I was hoping you'd
give me another chance.
- What's changed?
- Circumstances.
To paraphrase my friend Lauren Bacall,
a girl can't be all work and no play.
Here's the skinny. I'm
not scared of the chase.
But in my experience, some people
don't really want to be caught.
Is that you?
Only one way to find out.
Andrews, uh, you doing anything tonight?
Nah. No plans.
Right on. In that case,
can I borrow your car?
I've got a date with Veronica.
I thought you were done
with her antics, Reg.
- Eh.
- Geez, do you even have a driver's license?
'Course. I drove my dad's truck to
the farmer's market every weekend.
Don't gringle.
I'll be real careful
with her, I promise.
Ah, what the heck.
Sure, why not?
Like we learned in Spanish class
[BOTH] Mi casa es tu casa.
No foolin'?
I got nothing better to do.
Just look after her, okay?
Black Athena is everything
I hoped it would be, Cheryl.
I finally feel like I'm doing something
worthwhile and worthy, you know?
Yeah.
I happened to be walking
by your last meeting.
It sounded tremendous.
It was.
Although Clay tends to
monopolize the whole conversation.
It's very clear he has
the hots for James Baldwin.
Who's that?
He's this real hep writer from Harlem.
One of my favorites.
Anyway, what's your tale, nightingale?
To be honest, I'm really missing you.
Between me and the Vixens
and you and your new club,
we barely get to see each other.
And when we do, it's three feet apart.
What do you say we
catch a flick tonight?
I wish I could, but I really
need to finish reading Native Son.
It's the next book that we're
gonna be discussing at Black Athena.
Okay.
Well, what if I came with
you to your next meeting?
I wouldn't say anything, of course.
I would just listen.
Tell you what, it's the first few
days and we're just getting started.
I just wanna make sure that
everybody feels comfortable.
Maybe towards the end of the semester
when Black Athena is more
established, all right?
Whatever you think is best.
Hi, Archie. How are you?
Betty. I'm terrific.
My uncle let me have my car back!
I saw. The whole school did.
Assuming that means your uncle
is finally easing up on you?
He is. Yeah. I'm out of the doghouse.
Well, in that case, I was wondering
if it might finally be
time to go on our date?
Wow. I'd love to go out with you, Betty.
[CHUCKLES] Swell!
Do you want to pick me
up tonight at, say, 7:00?
Oh, crap. I [CHUCKLES]
I lent my car to Reggie, so he
could take Veronica out tonight.
That's okay. We can take the bus.
Oh.
The bus? [CHUCKLES]
Or walk?
Walk?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Let's walk. That sounds romantic.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Okay.
Jughead, take a look at this.
Well, whoever is in the photo,
this was taken in June 1948.
No, I think the woman's name is June.
And I think these are love letters
written to Mr. Rayberry from
a woman named June Simpson.
Writing to him from South Carolina.
That's the same as the PO box.
Wait. So this is
Brad Rayberry's wife.
Secret or otherwise.
Hold on.
June Simpson. She's in here.
With an address and a phone number.
We have to call her, Jughead.
And let her know what happened.
She probably hasn't heard.
[LINE RINGING]
[JUNE] Hello?
Hi. Mrs. Simpson?
Who's calling, please?
Um, you don't know me.
My name is Jughead Jones.
I'm terribly sorry to be the
bearer of bad news, ma'am.
Brad Rayberry has passed away.
Who Who is this, exactly?
Uh, I worked with Mr. Rayberry.
I'm one of his friends.
How did Bradley die?
We're not sure.
He was found in his
apartment in Seaside.
Did he suffer, do you know?
I hope not.
I'll come as quick as I can.
This is the apartment
on Magnolia Street?
Yes. Um, I can I can
be there when you arrive.
In the meantime, I'll just
be tidying up his things.
Thank you. I appreciate that. Goodbye.
[CHERYL] Kevin, what
happened? Are you okay?
Oh, yeah, I'm just floating
on a cloud, to be honest.
And what, pray tell, brought
on this state of bliss?
I just heard Clay perform his
latest poem, "Ode to Sidney."
He's like a magician,
but with his words.
He is, indeed.
And where did this performance
take place, if I may ask?
At a meeting of Black Athena.
You went? You were allowed to go?
Mm-hmm. Yeah, Clay
invited me. [CHUCKLES]
I mean, it's freedom,
Archie, plain and simple.
The freedom of not feeling
my mother's breath on my neck,
watching my every move.
It's like my life is suddenly
this open road before me,
and I've got both hands on the wheel.
Wheel? What wheel? Who's got the wheel?
Me.
Oh. Right.
[CAR ENGINE ROARING]
Is everything okay?
I'm peachy. Yeah. I'm just
[CAR ENGINE SPUTTERING]
Archie, if you want
to call it a night
No, I don't. I don't. Not at all.
But I'm just wondering where Reggie
and Veronica are on their date.
I mean, where else is there to
go in Riverdale other than Pop's?
[SCOFFING]
So, I heard through the grapevine
that Kevin attended a
Black Athena meeting.
Yeah. Well, Clay was presenting a poem
and he wanted to have
his boyfriend there.
Mm.
Yeah, Kevin says it was
an amazing experience.
Life-changing, even.
Okay, Cheryl, if you really wanna come.
I do. I would love to.
Okay. Well, we're gonna be
discussing Native Son, as I mentioned.
So, you can borrow my
copy, I finished it.
Thank you.
I do not take this lightly.
I can't wait.
[ARCHIE] You had me worried sick.
Do you have any idea what time it is?
I thought you'd got into a wreck.
I kept imagining you
in a ditch somewhere,
all mangled and bleeding.
Archie, cool your jets.
Where did you and
Veronica even go tonight?
Look, after I dropped her off, I
didn't wanna come straight home,
so I hit the freeway.
- You did what?
- I hit the freeway.
I wanted to open her up a little.
- See what she can do.
- You You took my car?
Out onto the highway?
Reggie, that car is my favorite
thing in the entire world.
Anything could've happened out there.
- Am I grounded?
- No.
But I sure hope you dug
your little joyride, Mantle,
because that is your
last time in my car.
Keys?
[FRANK] I heard you two
fellas going at it last night.
What kind of guy does
that to a supposed friend?
I built that car, spark-plug by
spark-plug, with my dad, Uncle Frank.
Listen, your pops and I,
we shared a car growing up
and we fought more
about that damn jalopy
than Cain and Abel did about sheep.
But come on, Archie.
The kid's far from home.
He's far from his family,
everything he knows.
He grew up scraping by.
Working his ass off for things
that guys like us take for granted.
Can't you give him a break?
Well, how was the date? Worth the wait?
It was not stellar.
Archie was distracted the whole time.
How was it with you and Reggie?
Mixed. Usually, boys want
to go parking with me,
not cruising around town.
But, straight from the fridge,
he too seemed preoccupied.
Kept glancing at his watch
like he had somewhere to go.
Maybe we should switch
dance partners and try again?
Or maybe we try a double date?
[GASPS] I know just the event.
Have you heard about this
big concert in Centerville?
Mm-mm.
All the hipsters and
hep cats will be there.
What say we give our beaus
a chance to redeem themselves
for being such unlicked cubs?
[TABITHA] Their words
are so beautiful, Jughead.
Describing how their love endured
despite everything they went through.
What happened to them?
Well, from what I could piece
together, they got married in New York
and then they moved to June's hometown
in South Carolina to start a family.
But there was an incident.
Their lives were threatened.
Oh, geez.
White thugs threw a brick
through their window.
Burned a cross in their yard.
They went to the police, who
threatened to arrest them.
Not the thugs. Them.
That's horrible.
I saw things like that every single
day I was on tour with Mrs. Till.
In any case, the
Rayberrys were terrified.
Not just for themselves, but
for the safety of June's family.
That's why Mr. Rayberry left.
And settled in Seaside, yes.
I think the plan was that they
were gonna save up enough money
to get June's family somewhere safe.
And then they were gonna
go live in Paris as expats.
But if they had such a clear plan,
why would Mr. Rayberry
take his own life?
Unless, as you keep saying, he didn't.
Reg, wait up.
What, did you find a dent
in your fender or something?
Look, I'm sorry about last night.
I lost my cool.
In that case, I'm sorry
for miscounting the trumps.
What can I say? I'm
car-crazy. It's a disease.
[BETTY] Oh, fellas.
Better clear your dance cards.
Fangs is playing a concert in
Centerville and we wanna go,
so you're taking us on a double-date.
First to dinner, then to the show.
Any questions?
For some of you, this was perhaps
your first time reading Wright's
harrowing and thought-provoking novel.
Of course, it was my third.
Now, I obviously have a lot of thoughts,
but I wanna hear from
all of y'all first.
The book asks, "Where
does responsibility lie?"
While Bigger does kill Mary,
the young white daughter
of the rich Dalton family,
the story, in my mind, remains
a cautionary tale about, well
The dangers of white ignorance.
Exactly. Wright doesn't
give us any easy answers.
That's what's so great about it, though.
He looks at society as a whole and
how it works to keep us oppressed.
Bigger commits murder,
but his true crime is
stepping outside the box
that white society built around him.
I'll say it. I thought
Bigger was a stereotype.
Wright doesn't give him enough
agency to break the mold.
James Baldwin would agree with you.
And all roads lead to
Baldwin, right, Clay?
[CHUCKLES]
They do, Kev.
Cheryl, do you have anything to add?
Oh, no. [CHUCKLES]
Um
Only that this was the most
powerful novel I've ever read.
And that the family in
the book, the Daltons,
reminded me a lot of my own family
in some unpleasant ways.
But I'm very glad to have read it,
and to be learning more about it.
Just out of curiosity, is
Native Sonthe only novel
by a Black author that you've ever read?
Yes.
But I can't wait to read more.
You won't be shocked to hear, Cheryl,
that I maintain an ever-evolving
syllabus of Black authors
I believe everyone, regardless of
who they are or where they're from,
should be reading.
I gave it to Kevin. I'd be
jazzed to share it with you.
Thank you, Clay.
Of course.
Now. Moving on to Baldwin's essay.
[SHERIFF KELLER] Let
me get this straight.
In your expert opinion, Brad
Rayberry didn't kill himself?
No.
Well, what happened to him, then?
Well, to put a fine point on it,
disguising murder as suicide
has been a gimmick in detective fiction
since the days of Arthur Conan Doyle.
Let me ask you this.
How well did you really know
your so-called hero, Jughead?
Well enough to know that he
wouldn't take his own life.
Uh-huh.
Did you also know that he
was a card-carrying member
of the Communist Party?
[SCOFFS]
How about the fact that
he was a draft dodger
who protested the Korean War?
That he was a dope fiend.
He spent a month as a mental patient
at St. Vincent's in New York City.
This This is impossible.
Now, I'm no head-shrinker,
but if you ask me,
someone who's got that many secrets?
Well, it's a miracle he didn't
take his own life sooner.
I'm curious to hear how you
thought the meeting went.
Better than I thought
it would, actually.
I'm relieved.
I was worried people would
feel uncomfortable around you.
Or that you would feel
uncomfortable around my friends.
They were, and I was.
Not so much uncomfortable
as I was worried
that I wasn't going to say
the right thing at first.
But then
But then, everyone settled in nicely.
It was really nice to have you here.
It was.
But I think you were right to
be so protective of Black Athena.
It's your club, your space.
I am so grateful that
I got to experience it,
and that I got to see first-hand
what you're so passionate about.
But I think in the future I will
just attend the more public events.
Well, we are hosting an open mic
night at the Dark Room next month.
I will be there front row.
And maybe you can read some
more books off Clay's list.
Absolutely.
And maybe afterward we
could discuss them together?
Well, I can dig that plan.
Also, what are you doing tonight?
Midge mentioned that there
was a concert in Centerville.
Would you wanna go?
I am certain I could
make myself available.
[JUNE] This is the last
letter I received from Bradley.
Given the date, he must have
mailed it right before
his passing.
In it, he wrote about finally
wanting to have his novel published.
He did? Really?
"If a publisher takes it, we'll
at last have the money we need
to buy your parents a place
in the city and move to Paris.
After everything we've been through,
I'm filled with such
optimism about our future."
Now, I'm not a detective
like Miss Marple,
but that doesn't sound like a
man planning to take his life.
No. It sure doesn't.
Mrs. Simpson, Sheriff Keller told
me some things about your husband.
That he was a war
protester and a communist.
And that he'd been to an asylum.
Mm-hmm.
And that's true.
But did he also tell you that
Bradley served in World War II?
And that he became addicted to
opium because of a war injury?
And that he checked himself
into St. Vincent's voluntarily?
And yes, he attended a
couple of communist meetings
when he was young and
curious and suffering
during the Great Depression.
That makes sense.
I'll tell you this.
My husband was an optimist.
Despite everything life threw at him.
Even when he was working as a
janitor at the maple factory,
stuck on the graveyard shift,
he never lost his sense of humor.
He always believed something
better was around the corner.
If Mr. Rayberry didn't
take his own life,
means that someone else is responsible.
Do you have any idea who?
Or why?
The world can be a brutal place.
God knows who Bradley
might have angered or upset.
I've seen a lot of people
do horrific things in my day.
If you want to look into Brad's
death, young man, I won't stop you.
Take a gander. You won't believe
the bitchin' rigs on this one.
Serves us right for
stopping at the newsstand.
Classy chassis.
Check out the flip-top box on page 13.
[WHISTLES]
Whoa. Fat city.
You know, Steve McQueen used
to drive us around Hollywood
in his '53 Hudson Hornet.
And believe me, you've never heard
anything purr quite like that.
I've fixed up more than
a few V8s in my day.
My dad says I've never met
an engine I couldn't repair.
Damn! The plating on these rims
[ARCHIE WHISTLES] Cherry.
I'd agitate the gravel
with those chromes.
Boys! Aren't we going to be late?
For the show? We're still
going to the show, I hope?
If we don't leave now, we'll never
make it to Centerville on time.
Yeah, you're right. We should boogie.
What are you doing?
Oh, I just thought, since we're
late, it'd be better if I
Well, you drove on the way here.
It's my car, I'll drive.
[REGGIE] Okay, yeah, just make
sure you don't flood the engine
when you start 'er
up, 'cause sometimes
I got it, Reg.
So what's next for you, Mrs. Simpson?
I'm going to bury my
husband where we first met.
And then I suppose I'm going to see
about getting his novel published.
Let us know if we can help in any way.
I will, dear.
You know, Bradley
always loved comic books.
Since I knew him.
I'm sure he'd be happy for you
to continue adapting his stories.
I'd be honored.
And I'll talk to Mr. Fieldstone
about doing a tribute issue.
With all the proceeds going to
you and your family, of course.
That would be much appreciated.
Tell me, are you two going steady?
- Who? Us? [CHUCKLES]
- Oh, no. No.
- I mean
- We're classmates.
- And friends, I would say.
- Good friends.
- Yeah.
- Pals.
Well, you two take care of
each other. That's important.
Arch, do you need a hand?
Unfortunately, Betty,
it seems as though someone goofed it
and forgot to fill up the gas tank.
Okay. So the problem
is we need to get gas
and we need to beat feet, fast.
Well, considering the
fact that I'm in stilettos
and Pop's is five miles back that way,
might I suggest you two
cool it and start walking
while we stay here
and huddle for warmth?
[SHUDDERS]
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Hey!
- Hey! Hey!
So I've been thinking
Why don't you see if Clifford
Blossom can get you a car?
Get bent.
Why not? Clifford Blossom will
do anything to keep you happy.
Star players get perks all the time.
No way. I don't want to be any deeper
in that creep's pocket
than I already am.
It's bad enough he's paying someone
to work on my dad's farm in my place.
Is that how you see me?
As a germ who's looking for handouts?
Ah, jeez, you don't have
to be so touchy about it.
What's the matter, Andrews?
Am I too uppity for you?
Hmm? Borrowing your car
instead of waxing it?
Eating off of your
mom's nice dinner plates?
You're ringing up the
wrong area code, Reg.
Then what?
Am I forgetting my place?
You better knock that giant
chip off your shoulder.
Oh, yeah? Or maybe I oughta
knock the one off yours.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Wait. Wait.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Submit.
Submit.
[BLOWS]
Hello.
[BOTH] Cheryl?
And Toni Topaz and Midge Klump.
Are you ladies having car trouble?
We were on our way to see Fangs
perform, but we ran out of gas.
Right on! That's where we're going.
Well, hop on in. The more, the merrier.
It'll be a blast and a half.
What about the boys?
With all due respect to those wet rags,
who cares about the boys?
[JUGHEAD] What an incredible lady.
Really makes you think.
Yes. About a lot of things.
Like?
Like that I should go back
on the road with my folks.
As hard as the tour was Is.
Yeah, I was wondering.
I was planning to take some time off.
To rest. Reevaluate.
But meeting June, reading
her letters to Mr. Rayberry.
Not that I needed a
reminder, but it was one.
You're fighting for people to
be free and live their lives.
And to love who they wanna love.
There's nothing more
meaningful than that.
Well, maybe this time you'll
actually send me my homework?
Yeah. Yes, yes, I will.
Maybe I'll send you some letters too.
So, you boys wanna
tell me what happened?
I was stupid enough to think
that I was lending my car
to someone that I could trust.
Yep. And I was stupid enough
to believe someone when they
said we were Bulldog brothers.
[POP] I don't know about all that,
but if this is over some car,
I've got an abandoned
jalopy in my garage.
Why don't you take it
off my hands, Reggie?
You'd actually be doing me a favor.
That'd be incredible, Pop.
Bet they'd let you keep it in the
shop class at the high school too.
How's that sound to you boys?
- Great.
- Swell. Well, thank you, Pop.
- Thanks, Pop.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Great. Great. Go.
I wanna come clean about something.
The night I took Veronica out,
I didn't go joyriding afterwards.
That's not why I got back late.
Hold the line. Well,
where were you, then?
I drove home to Duck
Creek to see my folks.
How come?
[REGGIE] I was feeling homesick.
[ARCHIE] Why didn't
you just tell me that?
I can't go around telling
people I miss my morn and dad.
Well, I've never really
thought about it like this.
But I've always felt a little homesick
ever since my dad left for Korea.
That's the best way to describe it.
Homesick.
[SIGHS] Like I said,
he was my best friend.
I've never really had one since.
What about Betty?
Or what's-his-name, Beef Soup? Soup Can?
[BOTH LAUGH]
You mean Jughead?
[LAUGHING] Yeah. Jughead.
I guess you can't
really talk V8s with him.
No, not really.
He's a good egg, though.
And Betty. She's [CHUCKLES]
Anyway, how's things
back home with your folks?
The same as always.
They're working hard, missing me.
But they're happy I
ended up in a good home.
With good people.
You're good people, Archie.
Yeah, you too, Reg.
My dad would've got a kick out of you.
- Yeah?
- Oh, yeah.
Hey, you think the girls are
gonna go ape on us? [LAUGHS]
Uh
Where are the girls?
[CHEERING]
Tutti frutti, oh rootie ♪
Tutti frutti, oh rootie ♪
Tutti frutti, oh rootie ♪
A wop bop a loo bop ♪
A lop ba ba ♪
I got a gal named Sue ♪
She knows just what to do ♪
I got a gal named Sue ♪
She knows just what to do ♪
She rock to the East ♪
She rock to the West ♪
[SIGHS]
I can't believe you came to my gig.
If you thought I was gonna miss
the biggest show of your career,
you've got a screw loose.
Thank God you're so stubborn, Midge.
'Cause it turns out,
you were my lucky charm.
What's this, hon?
It's the business card of a music
producer from Phantom Rock Records.
[SQUEALING]
Tutti frutti, oh rootie ♪
Ooh ♪
Tutti frutti, oh rootie ♪
[FANGS] Mm.
Tutti frutti, oh rootie ♪
Tutti frutti, oh rootie ♪
A wop bop a loo bop ♪
A lop bam boom ♪
[LAUGHING] Holy heck.
That's in worse shape
than mine when we found it.
Careful. Watch what you say about Bella.
Bella?
Yeah. I always dreamed about
having a car named Bella.
Oh, Bella it is.
I thought you could use a
hand souping her up a little.
I could. That's why I asked Betty.
Betty?
Hey, Arch. Are you helping out too?
Uh, yeah, I suppose.
By the way, I was telling Reggie,
you two missed an
incredible show last night.
Fangs for sure is the next big thing.
He blew the roof off the Armory!
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
- Um
- Yeah.
- Can I have that one? Thanks.
- Yep.
What?
What? Oh. Nothing.
Thanks.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Oh, hello.
You must be a friend of Mr. Rayberry's.
Such a shame what happened
to him, may he rest in peace.
Thank you.
Well, I hate to impose, I'm Mrs. Martin.
I just live down the hall and
I've run out of milk for my kitty.
I was wondering if there might be
any in Mr. Rayberry's refrigerator.
How strange.
I wonder what happened
to the milk bottles.
Milk bottles?
A few nights ago, I
heard the milkman making
an unusually late
delivery to this apartment.
The milkman? You saw him?
No. I was inside my apartment.
But I heard him.
[JUGHEAD] How do you hear a milkman?
[MRS. MARTIN] The distinct rattle
of the glass bottles, of course.
My kitty heard it right away.
Because it is just about her
favorite sound in the whole world.
Isn't that right, Miss Kitty?
[CAT YOWLING]