Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Hey. -Oh, hey.

I've looked into the Black Hood's eyes.

If you're worried, come to the party. Chaperone her.

Seriously? Why not throw your dad a retirement party, fit for a king?

It was a one-time thing. I figured it best not to ask too many questions.

-No, it's okay, Mr. Svenson. -Oh, my God, Josie, it's so not okay.

I wish I could say I was surprised.

-[Cheryl] Josie. -[Josie] Yeah.

-Just promise me you'll keep writing. -I will.

She's not really so big on the whole drug-dealing thing.

Back then? Multiple homicide? My guess would be Sheriff Howard.

was to avoid talking about the love that dares not speak its name.

[cell phone beeps]

We received a letter.

if she thinks about putting on a Serpent jacket,

-The Serpents need you, Dad. -Jughead needs you, Mr. Jones.

We're squared away, for good.

What? What did it say?

And not just us.

Has Penny bothered you? I figured she's the one who greased my wheels.

What heralded this miracle?

Make sure that as deep into these snake-infested waters as he goes,

-Serpents aren't hoodlum-- -I'm not going back to the Serpents.

Playing a car dealership opening is barely a step above amateur porn.

I can't let that happen to you.

Jug. Tell me what--?

-You have a problem with that, Tall Boy? -Your old man?

He'll drive you. If he's not available, we'll hire a car service.

Next day, a group of men took me to the motel where he was staying.

[Jughead] That night, I realized,

[crowd cheering]

He called the house where they happened the devil's house.

I wouldn't get too in your head about that, son.

Well, don't let it ruin your day.

Or hopefully, strongly like, at least.

Or maybe it was somebody pretending to be the Black Hood.

[radio chatter]

This is a party. Must we discuss serious things tonight?

♪ The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had ♪

Now, now, hold on. Sometimes with cold cases,

♪ Worn out faces ♪