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and use that money to bolster our police department.

-[dishes clatter] -[thunder rumbling]

-That stupid speech I wrote. -So, the Black Hood was at the Jubilee.

[cell phone buzzing]

I don't know what you're gonna do next.

playing some cat-and-mouse game with this town.

The Register didn't bash Southside to post the Black Hood cipher.

At least you were smart enough not to keep it in your locker. But a gun?

Wait, Dad. Can we talk?

We're called the Red Circle...

I figured, and that's why I'm seeking you out.

No, no, no. If it's yours, then it's mine, too.

I didn't ask you to.

They think you're the teen American Psycho.

He is a psychopath, Betty, and you are in high school, not the FBI.

You say this town's being divided? You're holding the cleaver.

so there will be no cruising for the foreseeable.

I made that video and showed my face so he'd make me his next target.

Fight terror with terror.

-Oh, my neck. -We fell asleep.

that the Black Hood sent you a letter. So, why is it?

I'm wondering when you're gonna actually address

-These research for school? -Research.

-Spoken like a true vigilante. -No, you wanted the truth.

Could work in our favor.

Or maybe you're just being loyal.

and to stop the Black Hood?

[cell phone ringing]

Himself a victim of a vicious, insane Southsider's bloodlust.

You're off the football team, Mr. Andrews, effective immediately.

-and we were just talking. -About what?

When Archie came into this room...

Open the locker or I will.

she loves serial killers.