[Jughead] On the eve of war, we gathered in Archie's house.
Percival didn't know that we were back from the dead,
and that gave us a slight advantage.
Though he remained the ultimate man of mystery.
What do we know about Percival after all this time?
Well, we know he's a magical sorcerer and his powers are getting stronger
the closer Bailey's Comet gets to us.
We know that he's building a ghost train
which will grant him power over the souls of the dead,
though we don't know how or why he's planning to use them.
And we know that he sees Baby Anthony as a major threat to his future.
We know that the Pickens family has a long-standing history with Riverdale.
For instance, that horrid General Augustus Pickens
slaughtered the Uktena tribe back in the day.
But there is no record of a Percival in the Pickens family,
at least not in the Blossom archives.
Before Heraldo died, he looked into Percival for me,
and he said it's like he didn't even exist before showing up in Riverdale.
So where the hell did he come from then?
Drilling down, what does Percival want?
What does he actually want? The apocalypse?
No, I think that's only if he doesn't get what he wants.
What about our powers?
They all appeared at the same time that Percival showed up.
Is that a coincidence
-or a connection? -Do you have any theories, Jug?
I mean, I have one that I'm working on, but it's too early to discuss.
Okay. We need to be smart about our next move.
We need a plan.
Strategize.
In the meantime, we should make Percival believe
that it's business as usual in Riverdale.
In that case, I should head over to the casino.
Percival's staying in one of my champagne suites.
And Reggie is still working with him,
so maybe I can try to suss him out.
Okay. Be careful, Ronnie.
Always am, Archie.
Sweet cousin,
you need to pay a visit to Thornhill
posthaste.
Someone very near and dear to your heart wants to see you.
What are you talking about? Who does?
Look, I'll tell you, but you can't lose your mind.
And you mustn't breathe a word about this to anyone.
Okay?
Okay, so what is this theory of yours?
[Jughead] So I told Tabitha about the other Jughead,
the mysterious plate of Pop's food that materialized out of nowhere.
My other strange visitors.
Okay, so you think that you opened up a portal?
Yes. One there and one there.
How?
Well, I've been doing some research. Here.
Read, starting at this yellow sticky.
There's a theory that some mind readers
aren't really reading minds, but opening portals
into people's psychic landscapes and stepping through them.
Which is what it feels like I've been doing.
Okay. So you think that you're not just a mind reader,
but also a portal opener?
Yeah, in the same way that you thought
you were a time traveler, but you're actually an angel.
And, and, and when your powers were going crazy,
you think that you unconsciously opened up portals down here.
Hmm.
But to where?
I'm not sure, but it's someplace
where there is someone that looks exactly like me.
Like another Jughead.
And there's another Pop's, too.
And I was hearing voices and they sounded a lot like our friends' voices.
And there's a typewriter typing too.
Are you talking about another dimension?
Yeah. I didn't want to say that word, but yes,
and I think we should explore it.
But, Jughead, we're getting ready for a war in this dimension.
I know I know that, Tabitha, but our powers started manifesting
after that big explosion at Archie's, right?
That was the epicenter.
And then the first time that any of us saw Percival was Archie at his house.
Percival has these supernatural powers.
Now, a lot of us do, too.
I think there's a connection between the explosion,
our powers and Percival's arrival.
I just... I'm not sure...
that we'll find them here in Riverdale.
[scoffs]
Do you want to go dimension hopping with me?
[Percival] Alice, thank you so much for seeing me.
Of course. What can I do for you, Mr. Mayor?
Well, my inevitable victory is almost upon us.
And I wanted to document my history for posterity.
By granting me an exclusive sit-down interview,
Barbara Walters style?
Exactly.
And afterwards, RIVW can broadcast the live execution
of three traitors to our cause.
Reggie and Marty Mantle and Kevin Keller.
Come again?
Alice.
We are on the verge of war.
We must now instill terror and exert absolute control.
Besides, [echoing] think of the ratings.
Sugar?
What is going on here?
Are those guillotines?
You need to leave, Miss Lodge.
You've been barred from the premises.
Excuse me. This is my casino.
Not anymore.
In your absence, the board of directors had a no confidence vote
and you were relieved of your duties, effective immediately.
[chuckles softly]
The scheme reeks of Reggie. Where is he?
Unfortunately, he's currently indisposed.
All right, then. Let me talk to Percival.
Mayor Pickens is very busy with an important interview,
but he did authorize us to remove you from the casino
should you show up.
By any means necessary.
Fine.
I'm leaving.
-Betty! -Polly.
[Jughead] It's like opening a door.
[breathing heavily]
It's like opening a door.
Like opening a door...
Hello, darkness, my old friend.
Well... you first.
Whoa, whoa! What the hell are you doing here?
-You can't be in this universe. -Okay.
Hi.
Are you the person that's been going
through my portals and stealing my stories?
I'm sorry.
Steal your stories?
Everything you've been writing, you have clearly stolen
from what you've overheard happening here in Rivervale.
Wait, did you just say Rivervale?
Is that where we are?
Some alternate, parallel universe?
Yes, Rivervale, as opposed to your Riverdale.
I think you'd better start talking.
[Jughead] So this other "Bunker" Jughead told us about Riverdale
and Rivervale being conjoined parallel universes.
And how they started to bleed into each other
and how both would have self-destructed if the explosion
in Archie's bedroom hadn't separated the two.
One catch.
See, Rivervale was feeding off of Riverdale.
Anything that was happening in Riverdale was also happening here in Rivervale.
But it was darker.
It was even more twisted and messed up.
People were dying, the universes were unstable, and then they split.
Riverdale was saved, but I had to stay down here
and keep writing in order to keep Rivervale going.
Okay, so...
you're like a living battery
-whose imagination fuels this universe? -Yeah.
That sucks.
Yeah.
And then the portals opened to Riverdale,
and I heard you typing away.
So, I thought,
oh, I would go and borrow some of your stories
for inspiration.
But they were all just recycled stories from Rivervale.
And anyhow, the portal's closed.
The portal's closed because someone named Percival Pickens killed me.
That's why we're here.
Percival is trying to take over or destroy Riverdale.
And we're looking for information for how to stop him.
I mean, is it possible that there's another version
of Percival Pickens here in Rivervale?
Well, not that I know of.
But it's possible. I don't leave the bunker much.
Like, ever, actually.
There's no paper trail for Percival in Riverdale.
But maybe there's one here.
We were thinking about checking out
the Blossom archives.
Maybe they're different here.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
No. Uh-uh. You can't go up there.
Not since the "Great Forgetting."
Everything in Rivervale is in a very delicate balance.
Everything is holding on just so,
and it started to get nice and quiet.
Well, the opposite is happening in Riverdale.
Things are getting crazier, more supernatural.
What if Rivervale is now bleeding into
and wreaking havoc in Riverdale?
Be that as it may, if someone sees you interacting with your counterparts,
it could precipitate another crisis.
Well, aren't you my counterpart?
Uh, technically, no.
There are two Jugheads in this universe.
Me and another one.
And he's up topside,
he's living his best life
and I have to toil away down here.
We will be careful.
I'm assuming that Nana and Cheryl live at Thornhill still.
So, Nana Blossom,
her consciousness went into Cheryl's body.
Which is actually Abigail's immortal body.
-We'll figure it out. -Yeah.
No, no, no.
That could lead to a string of cataclysmic events.
That is what we're facing back in Riverdale.
But do not worry.
We will do our best to avoid ourselves.
Well, Mr. Mayor. Where would you like to start?
The year was 1580.
And a ship named the Ruby Pearl arrived on these fair shores
carrying a motley assortment of passengers.
Passengers who'd left the Old World for a myriad of reasons.
In any case,
these hardy settlers founded the first colonies of the New World
on fertile land by a river as sweet as it was restorative.
And are you referring to Sweetwater River?
Mmm.
I was among those early settlers.
How is that possible?
Patience, Alice. All will be revealed in time.
Making the journey with me, were the ancestors of many
who still reside here today.
Asher Andrews,
Blessing Cooper,
James Jones,
Charity Blossom.
They began building up
Sweetwater Village like good little workers.
While I, on the other hand, pursued less wholesome interests.
Witchcraft and sorcery.
Every night, while my neighbors slept,
I disappeared into the Sweetwater woods to perform arcane rituals.
And it was on one such night that my activities
involving a girl from our settlement
were interrupted by the untimely arrival
of Asher Andrews.
I was brought before Sweetwater Village's Council.
Their judgment, swift and cruel.
I was to be executed for my crimes.
Left in the woods to die a slow, agonizing death from starvation and exposure.
And what exactly were your crimes, Mr. Mayor?
I was trying to conjure the devil, Alice.
And while my ritual wasn't completed,
I had succeeded in getting his attention.
I'll never forget that night.
He told me he'd been attracted by my spell,
then enticed by my fate.
He offered my freedom at the price of my soul.
[Polly] Hey, there.
Feeling better?
Yeah...
Polly, is it really you?
It is.
It's really me.
Oh, my God.
[sobbing]
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry for everything.
I'm so sorry for the fight that we had,
that I wasn't a better sister to you,
that I wasn't able to protect you or save you.
Betty.
None of that matters now.
All of that pain, all that suffering, it just...
fell away.
And I don't need you to explain or apologize for anything.
You never did anything to hurt me.
I'm the reason that you died.
And if we hadn't fought--
No, Betty.
I forgive you.
There's nothing to forgive you for. But I forgive you.
But you don't understand.
They're telling me--
They're telling me that I'm the Harlot of Babylon, Polly,
and that I won't be able to get into heaven.
Who?
Who told you that?
It doesn't matter because it's how I feel about myself.
I've felt that way before, too.
But I am here to tell you that you are worth so much more than that.
So please just sit with that fact and then let it all go.
I don't think I can't.
There's too much...
darkness churning inside me, Polly.
Just be still.
Be a vessel and let grace wash over you.
Fill you.
Think about being a good person because you are one.
As if I wouldn't be able to access
the Babylonium security cameras remotely. Idiots.
Okay. Let's see exactly what's going on in my casino.
[groaning]
Dad! Dad!
-What the hell? -Dad!
Hey! Help! Help! We need a medic! Help!
-Come on! -[gasps]
What happened?
My dad just had a heart attack.
We gotta get him to the hospital.
Let us out of the vault or your boy here dies.
[Frank] You won't do it.
You're a clown, not a killer.
You're all right with this?
I'm not pointing the gun at you, Reggie.
I'm trained on Tom.
And he knows that I'm prepared to pull the trigger
because Tom and I are soldiers.
We know what we're fighting for.
We're prepared to kill for it.
And die for it.
So, if you don't let Tom go by the count of three,
you're gonna have his blood on your hands.
One...
Two...
Don't ever do anything like that again,
because next time I'm just gonna shoot.
Come on, Dad. This isn't you.
This is Percival controlling you.
You need to fight him.
[Sheriff Keller] Look at the bright side, son.
With this execution, Percival is going to make you
more famous than you ever would have gotten on your own.
[sighs]
Oh, my gosh. Jughead! Hi.
Hi.
What's up?
We were hoping to take a look at the Blossom archives.
-We're doing some research for-- -A new comic book project?
That's so exciting!
But unfortunately, the Blossom archives got transferred
to Highsmith College two years ago.
Oh-kay.
Well, in that case, can we talk to Nana Blossom?
And ask her a few questions.
[Jughead] What happened to her?
When Nana's consciousness was transferred into Abigail's body,
her old ailments transferred as well.
So while her body's young, her brains succumbed to Nana's dementia.
[Tabitha] Could you still go into her mind
and look for anything she might know about Percival?
Britta, we're going to sit with Nana for bit.
Do you think you could brew us some tea?
[breathing heavily]
[cat meowing]
[Tabitha] Anything?
No, it's a lost cause.
And there goes our best shot to find out
if Nana or any of the Blossoms knew anything about Percival.
Um, the tea's brewing.
But in the meantime, would you mind signing these for me?
The Superteens?
I'm a huge fan.
I mean, who isn't?
I have multiple copies of every issue.
Whoa!
[Tabitha] These must be written by Rivervale's Jughead.
Not the one in the bunker.
The other one.
Do these characters look familiar to you?
Yeah, and it looks like their powers correspond to ours back home.
That can't be a coincidence.
It's not. Jughead, look.
Who is this again?
[Rivervale Britta] You're joking, right?
That's the Superteens' archnemesis.
The mad wizard, Percy the Perverse.
Weird question.
Do I still do all of my writing at Pop's?
Yeah, in your booth.
It's kind of your thing.
Thanks.
Jay-Jay, it is sublime to be together again in companionable silence.
But tell me, are you happy to be back?
I am.
I'm so glad that I don't have to fight in that war.
What war?
[knock at door]
I know why Percival's building the ghost train.
Jay-Jay spilled the tea whilst I was painting his portrait.
Turns out Percival's long-dead relation General Augustus Pickens
is going around the Sweet Hereafter, drafting dead strapping souls
like my dear brother to fight a war against the living here in Riverdale.
And Percival's using the ghost train
to ship them to Riverdale so he can invade us.
When does Jason think this is going to happen?
In advance of Bailey's Comet's arrival.
So then there's still time.
-To do what? -To build a bomb.
So we can blow up the train tracks and stop Percival.
[cell phone vibrating]
It's Veronica.
She may have dug up some intel from the Babylonium.
So Reggie, Kevin and Mr. Mantle are all prisoners of war?
Exactly. And given the three guillotines I spied on the Babylonium stage,
I suspect they're going to be executed.
Sooner rather than later
if you blow up Percival's precious train tracks.
[sighs]
Okay. So we need to get them out first and then blow up the tracks.
[Veronica] I just don't think that's going to be possible, Archie.
[creaking]
-Hey. -God!
Are you okay? How are you feeling?
Definitely not filled with grace.
Betty, taking stock of your life,
what exactly do you think you did
that's so unforgivable?
Okay. Where do I start?
I killed our family cat with a rock, Polly.
You were eight.
Caramel was suffering.
Dad was influencing you.
That doesn't make you a bad person.
So what else?
I know it may sound stupid, but I still feel awful
about kissing Archie in high school.
I betrayed Jughead.
I betrayed Veronica.
I broke apart our friend group right before graduation.
That's definite Harlot of Riverdale behavior, if you ask me.
Betty, that kiss doesn't make you a harlot.
Sorry. So liberate yourself from that, too,
But also forgive yourself for falling out of love with Jughead.
That happens, and it doesn't make you a bad person, either.
So what else?
Hmm?
What aren't you telling me?
[sighs]
When Percival was coming at us with those plagues,
I gave myself a crash course in all things biblical,
including the Harlot of Babylon, but also Cain
who was forever marked by his sin.
The mark of Cain.
I am marked, Polly.
I have been marked since birth.
The MAOA gene.
I wondered if we'd circle back to that.
I'm evil, Polly.
It's written in my DNA.
You may not think so, but other people do.
They've told me as much.
You're the evil!
You're the threat!
You're a cold, fake, duplicitous bitch.
[man] You're one of us.
An American psycho.
Betty, I think I know something that may help.
Remember what Bunker Jughead said would happen if we confronted ourselves?
Well, yeah, it would be a catastrophe if someone saw us together.
Besides, what would I even say?
"Hey, me. Why do all my friends have the same superpowers
as the people you write in your comic books?
What are you, a wizard?
Is everyone in this universal wizard?"
Okay. I have a crazy idea for how we can get the other Jughead alone.
But we just need to wait for Tabitha... Rivervale Tabitha to take out the trash
so that I can put her in a time loop.
Okay.
Okay. You head to our apartment. Their apartment.
I will get the other Jughead, and we will meet you there.
So tell me, did you take the devil's deal?
I did.
After a little negotiation.
You see, I managed to procure from him my immortality as well as my freedom.
Ah, very clever.
How can the devil claim your soul if you never die?
Exactly.
I left Sweetwater Village and spent the next 400 years
going from town to town, acquiring forbidden knowledge.
Knowledge that I would use to conquer or destroy
the town of Rivervale when I returned.
Wait...
Did you say Rivervale?
But did you mean Riverdale?
No, Alice. I meant Rivervale.
Let me explain.
So I was headed back to where Sweetwater Village was founded
to take my revenge on the place some 400 years later.
And a curious thing happened.
As I neared the town limits, I heard the sound of an explosion.
[distant explosion]
And then I noticed the town sign, whereas before it had said
Rivervale plain as day,
now I was being welcomed to Riverdale.
Something had happened, Alice.
I found myself in a new universe.
It seems that on my way back to conquer Rivervale,
I must have stepped through a rift that had opened up.
And so I found myself in a different universe.
This one where Rivervale was called Riverdale.
I am with you so far.
Now, Riverdale was very similar to my home universe,
only seemingly devoid of the supernatural.
But I soon saw an opportunity.
You see, I realized
I was the most powerful being in this new place.
I had magic and immortality.
No one else did.
I also realized that the descendants
of my enemies were still living here, or at least versions of them.
And they were caught up in their petty squabbles,
dramas, romances.
-So your plan for revenge... -Could still happen.
And so I decided to stay.
When no one knew me
or what I was capable of.
I tried to buy Archie Andrews' house.
I became a deputy, joined the council,
opened my shop.
You wove yourself into the fabric of Riverdale.
And as I slowly took it over, I began to sideline my enemies.
But then, another twist of fate.
The descendants of my enemies began developing gifts, abilities, powers
and while this didn't dissuade me, it did complicate matters.
In any case, I focused on building my ghost train
in preparation for the final battle for Riverdale's soul.
A battle I plan on winning.
And why do you think
that some people in Riverdale have started to develop these powers?
Oh, gosh, I can only surmise that as I slipped out of Rivervale,
some of its arcane energies must have escaped
through the fissures between worlds with me.
And these energies seeped into Riverdale,
infecting the townspeople, changing some of them.
You know, water finds its level, Alice.
Perhaps the universe wanted...
Well, if not a fair fight,
at least a more equal one.
It doesn't matter, though,
I've had my powers for centuries.
They've had theirs for weeks and months.
Plus, with Bailey's Comet arriving, I shall be at my most potent.
[Betty] Put your feet in.
-Polly. -Betty.
Please.
There.
The MAOA gene isn't there anymore.
Your original sin is gone.
Washed clean.
-That's impossible. You can't just-- -I did.
It's gone.
That marked part of you.
It isn't there anymore.
You're not the Harlot of Babylon or Riverdale or anywhere else.
Polly, all you did was wash my feet.
As someone did for me
before I walked into the Sweet Hereafter.
Now you can enter it, too.
[Tabitha] Hey, can you help me, please?
Hello?
Is someone there?
[Tabitha] Yes. I just need a second.
[Tabitha] Hey. Can you help me, please?
Hello?
Is someone there?
[Tabitha] Yes. I just need a second.
Hey, can you take a break?
Yeah. Where's your uniform?
I'll explain everything.
In private. At home.
[Rivervale Jughead] What's this all about? You're kind of freaking me out.
[Tabitha] Well, be prepared to be even more freaked out.
What are you talking about?
Hey.
Oh, my God.
So, given everything,
we believe that your comics are directly or indirectly
influencing actual events in our world.
Riverdale, where we are from.
Me and my friends have even...
Well, we have superpowers, like in your comics.
I believe you.
I believe in the multiverse.
I believed in multiverses since before it was cool.
Can we ask where you got your inspiration for your comics?
And for these specific powers?
I felt like these powers were good fits for their characters.
Like extensions of their particular personalities.
What about your villain?
Percy the Perverse.
Where did he come from?
A recurring nightmare.
Okay. How do the Superteens defeat him?
Well, as a matter of fact, check this.
-These are some rough pages from my latest issue. -[Tabitha] Oh.
I call it "Death of the Superteens."
In the end, after this epic battle, Percy kills them all.
Why?
Why would you write something so bleak and nihilistic?
Well, honestly, it was kind of a deal I made.
I wanted to be the greatest comic book writer in the world.
Bigger than Alan Moore even, and it worked.
But in exchange, and I was kind of tricked,
but I agreed to only write stories of a certain type.
Grim ones.
Ones that would ultimately...
[clears throat]
darken the world.
What kind of person would offer you a deal like this?
A guy named Mr. Cypher.
He's the devil, right?
Uh...
Yeah, basically.
Jughead, my friend in the Sweet Hereafter
warned me about someone named...
Cypher.
Where is Cypher now?
I think he has a suite at the Babylonium.
Yeah, no, he's playing in a chess tournament tonight.
It's been called the Ultimate Battle of Good and Evil.
[Jughead] Is that him? Is that Mr. Cypher?
I believe so.
And I know the man playing against him.
That's my guardian angel.
[Jughead] The personification of good
versus the personification of evil.
Well, I guess, depending on who wins--
[Mr. Cypher] Check.
And mate.
And we have a winner!
Mr. Cypher is the winner!
[all applauding]
That is definitely not a good sign.
Uh-uh.
The Superteens being defeated by Percy the Perverse,
my guardian angel losing to Mr. Cypher.
They're bad omens. I agree.
Good is losing the battle against evil over and over again.
In the pages of a comic book, in a chess game.
But that doesn't mean the same thing is going to happen to us.
Doesn't it?
Events from Rivervale are spilling into Riverdale.
What's symbolic and fictional here
is becoming literal and real back home.
[door opens]
You again.
Look, we're not trying to fight you.
We are just here to ask some questions, and then we'll leave.
Fine.
Make it quick.
Do you know someone named Percival Pickens?
And if so, are you in cahoots with him?
Percival was one of Rivervale's founding fathers.
Sold his soul to me centuries ago.
Well, he's wreaking havoc in Riverdale.
Riverdale?
Is that where he's got to?
Well, I lost track of him a while back.
He was wandering the country becoming a great sorcerer.
Slippery fellow, that one.
Percival isn't the first person who's tried to use the loophole
of immortality to cheat his way out of giving up his soul.
Which always backfires, by the way.
But he is the first to hide in another dimension.
Which is irritating.
Sorry. I can't get more directly involved.
Those are the cosmic rules.
I do wish you luck.
Though you're probably going to lose.
Oh, you're wrong. We will find a way to beat Percival.
We already stymied his attempt to destroy Pop's.
We moved it, so that the final battle can still happen.
[Mr. Cypher] Silly mortal.
If only you knew the truth.
Wait, what truth?
Or I can keep reading your mind.
It's not the diner that's important to Percival.
It's the land.
Why is that?
That's where he was left to die by those early settlers centuries ago.
It's where I came upon him when we made our deal.
It is also, in all realities,
Rivervale, Riverdale,
the sight of a hellmouth.
In the old days, churches used to be built over hellmouths
to contain the dark forces roiling beneath.
Stifle them.
Cap them.
And that was... Pop's.
And it sounds like you've played right into Percival's hands.
And uncorked it when you moved the diner.
And like Bailey's Comet, that's also adding to his power.
Please don't let me keep you any longer.
Come on.
[Alice] Only a few more questions, Mr. Mayor.
Once this epic battle of good versus evil is over,
assuming that you win, what does your Riverdale look like?
You know, when we were coming over from the old country,
the men and women aboard the Pearlwere talking about hopes and dreams
and a new beginning in a land of freedom and opportunity,
with workers' rights and equal rights and good, wholesome family values.
Now, I kept quiet during these discussions because I knew
those things are lies.
You see, given enough time,
society always curdles, rots, corrupts.
I want a land that I rule as I see fit.
Where my enemies are at my mercy.
I want a land controlled by the dark arts,
free from the laws that stifle the rest of this country.
The Sovereign State of Percival.
That's what I want Riverdale to be.
A wild, untamed land where I control it all, every last bit.
Even the dead.
[chuckles]
I'm sorry... it just...
sounds so twisted, but...
at least it's honest, eh?
Speaking of which, we have an execution to get to.
[Rivervale Jughead] Look! I told you they'd come back!
You shouldn't have let them out into the world in the first place.
Ethel?
You know about this, too?
Yes.
And thank goodness someone with sense does.
When Riverdale and Rivervale split,
it was supposed to be a clean break between the universes.
But clearly, there's been a bleed.
A lot of bleed.
And how? Why?
There has to be something that's fouled things up, that corrupted it.
You were on the other side.
Were you near the explosion when it happened?
Yeah, actually.
I... Not as close as Betty and Archie.
Did they say anything?
About anything beyond the explosion?
No, it was all...
Actually, yeah. Betty...
Betty said that she received a phone call,
like a warning to get out of the bedroom.
Hello?
[distorted voice] Get out of that house, Betty.
Who is this?
Listen to me. There's a bomb underneath the bed.
You need to go now.
Right now!
[Rivervale Ethel] I knew it!
Oh!
I knew you called her!
You warned her, didn't you?
Damn it, Jughead!
That's why there wasn't a clean break!
You called your ex-girlfriend!
That's why there are fissures!
Rifts! Seepage between universes!
That's why we have supernatural powers.
And it's why Percival crossed over from Rivervale.
That phone call compromised everything.
And now the parallel universes are influencing each other again!
God, you are so weak, Jughead.
And even now, even still, you love Betty, right?
And that's why you called her.
Even though it's over! It's over, Jughead!
I was trying to save her life!
Her and Archie!
Ethel, they're still my best friends!
Even if they're in another universe.
-We're just going to go. -Yeah, you go, you go!
And you. [scoffs]
Now it's my job to clean everybody's mess.
-Story of my life! I swear... -[portal whooshing]
-That was... -Chilling.
But we know a lot more than we did before we went there.
We should update everyone else.
What about a spell, Cheryl, or some incantation?
Heather is looking through all her grimoires right now,
but so far she hasn't found anything strong enough to touch Percival.
[door opens]
We have intel. About Percival.
We know where he comes from.
We know how he got his powers.
We know how we got our powers.
What's going on here?
What happened? What did we miss?
Kevin, Reggie and Mr. Mantle are being held hostage at the Babylonium.
They're going to be executed.
I think I can help with that.
[crackling]
Jughead, what the hell?
I heard you guys were in trouble.
Came to save you.
Come on, let's go.
[Veronica] Archie, the prisoners are out.
We're in the clear. We are good to blow the train tracks.
[beeping]
[explosion]
[cell phone chimes]
I don't understand.
This is impossible. Where did they go?
Boss, we have another problem.
Someone blew up the train tracks.
My only regret is that we didn't get to see his face
when he opened the vault and saw we weren't there.
Damn. Saved by Donnie Darko.
-Thanks, bro. -Yeah, of course.
The prisoners are freed, the tracks for the ghost train are decimated.
I mean, today was an excellent day.
For sure, but those were only skirmishes.
The real war hasn't even started yet.
And we still don't know what that's even gonna look like.
But thanks to you and Jug,
we know a lot more than we did ten hours ago.
And we have a better idea of what to get done before Bailey's Comet--
[cell phones chiming]
What's this?
A group text. And it's not from moi?
What are we looking at here?
Those are the guillotines I saw at the Babylonium.
-Wait. But who are-- -That's my mom.
-And Uncle Frank. -And my dad.
[cell phones chiming]
"Let it be known that at midnight tonight,
the political dissidents Alice Cooper, Thomas Keller
and Frank Andrews were executed for their treasonous crimes
against the township of Riverdale."
No, no, no, no. He's... he's lying.
That's It's a trick.
It's a mind game. Okay, that can't be real.
[Jughead] But it was. Archie was wrong.
The war had, in fact, already started.
And Percival had drawn first blood.