Gather around, kiddies.
It's time for a ghost story.
No, a few ghost stories, actually.
The first begins with a conflict as ancient as Cain and Abel.
For as long as the Serpents have existed, so too have the Ghoulies.
Over the years, they fought for a myriad of reasons.
Tonight they're rumbling because Serpent Princess Xandra
fell in love with the Ghoulie Prince, Daniel.
And in a town like Rivervale,
that is more than enough reason to spill some blood.
Dan!
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What haunts me
is that I was aiming to wound, not kill.
And I couldn't have possibly known that Darla's son, Danny,
was gonna jump in front of her like that.
Still...
Thanks.
The boy's mother, Darla Dickenson,
have you thought about reaching out to her?
To apologize?
I mean, she's a mother who lost her son, Doctor, really,
there's nothing I could say to comfort her.
I know that I wouldn't be able to live anymore
if something bad were to happen to Baby Anthony.
- Good luck with your writing today. - Thanks.
Good luck feeding the masses.
Oh, and don't forget to hang up these pictures.
Consider it done.
- Mantle Motors. - Hey.
I'm just checking in to see if there's any word on your dad.
It's not so good.
The nurse said he's having a bad day
and I shouldn't visit him at the hospital.
You know, Reggie,
it's okay for you to be upset about your dad being sick.
What kills me is that we were doing better.
I just thought we'd have more time.
Thanks for calling, Ronnie. I'll see you when I get home.
Okay.
See you in a bit.
Holy crap, fella.
I had a car exactly like this one back in high school.
Man, the times we had.
She's a beaut, isn't she?
I was hoping to get her appraised and sold.
Tell you what I'm gonna do.
I'll buy it off of you. Double the Blue Book value.
All cash.
Just like old times.
I've missed you, Bellissima.
- Ronnie? - Hey, don't mean to be a new noodge,
but I was getting worried. Is everything okay?
Yeah, I just got caught doing some paperwork.
I'm about to head out the door now.
No worries, lover. See you soon.
- Hey, you. - Hey.
What happened to hanging up the art today?
I'm sorry. I'll do it tomorrow, love. I promise.
You know what? It's...
It's all good.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
Jeez, Tabs.
I thought my walls in New York were paper thin.
Wait. Do you feel that?
- Yeah. - I think there's a draft coming through.
I think there's something in there.
On the other side.
What the hell is this place?
Are these Scotch bottles?
Isn't that what you used to drink?
Yeah, when I could afford it.
But why would this place have been covered up?
I don't know, but I should put my writing desk in here and turn this into a little writing nook.
Wouldn't that be cool?
Hey.
Reggie?
I'm sorry, I stink. I'm gonna take a shower.
So, Nana, you'll be thrilled.
I was out in the Maple Groves today,
and the trees are positively bursting with sap.
They practically drenched me.
In fact, I infused our brandies with some..
- To Archie. - To Archie.
Auntie Cheryl.
Mommy is trying to take Juniper.
What are you talking about, boy child? Where is your sister?
She's in the bathroom, splashing, and she won't open the door.
Juniper, open the door.
Juniper, open the door!
Juniper, Juniper.
Come here. Are you okay? Come here. Are you okay?
You're okay. You're okay.
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So, are you thinking about any names?
It's still early days, Kev.
- But if it's a boy, Archie. - Obviously.
And, if it's a girl, I was thinking maybe Polly would be nice.
Cousin, I need your mother to take the twins for a couple of days.
Okay. Why?
Because some evil water nymph out of an M. Night Shyamalan movie
is stalking the halls of Thornhill and threatening them.
Will you let Alice know or shall I?
Okay, so there is a closet
in the original floor plan of this apartment.
Isn't that curious?
Miss Gordon, is there something that you're not telling me?
Don't you legally have to disclose any bad things that have happened there?
I did. To your boyfriend.
Okay.
And what exactly did you disclose?
About Sam and Diane.
The young couple who died in the apartment.
I'm sorry, what?
Died there? How?
Murder suicide.
She killed him, then herself.
It was a very unfortunate situation.
I'm so sorry, Mr. Schaeffer. This is so unlike...
Reggie?
Where are you?
Hey, Ronnie. Now is not a good time.
I'm at the hospital. There was an emergency with my dad.
Was that a school bell?
You are so busted, Mantle.
For a second, I thought you were having a secret affair.
What is going on, Reggie? And where did that car come from?
Some Joe nobody showed up in the lot wanting to sell her. Can you believe it?
'Course she's not the OG Bella, but she's the same make and model.
That's right. Bella.
You know, my dad gave me her.
When he handed me those keys, it was maybe the greatest day of my life.
So when she came back to me, I just wanted to...
Relive some happy memories for a change?
I get that.
But why bring her here? Why not the Pembrooke?
To be honest, I needed to do a little fine tuning.
Give her a little TLC, get her purring again.
Whatever you need to do, Reggie.
You don't have to sneak around.
And don't forget,
I could use a little TLC every now and again, too.
- I can arrange that. - Yeah?
In fact...
I have a crazy idea.
It's cool, right?
I decided to go for a nautical Neil Gaiman theme.
Okay, so you didn't have time to hang up our pictures,
but you did have time to put up a door on your new nook. Huh?
Also, why didn't you tell me the truth about this place?
What truth?
About Sam and Diane,
the murder-suicide couple.
Because when you saw the apartment, you fell in love with it.
Also, I, I know this is gonna sound weird, but I thought,
maybe I could write about them.
I've been doing some digging, and it's a pretty fascinating story.
He was a painter, obsessed with his work.
She bludgeoned him to death with a hammer and then hung herself.
Why'd she do that?
No one knows for certain. She just sort of snapped one day.
How completely ghoulish.
I know. It's an unsettling story.
That's why I didn't want to tell you.
I'm not upset about something that happened 50 years ago,
as disturbing as it is, Jughead.
I'm upset that you chose to hide something from me.
I should've told you. I'm not gonna do something like that ever again.
- And if you're worried about the ghosts... - I'm not.
And on the plus side...
I'm feeling kind of inspired.
Are you writing again?
No, but I'm getting close.
Hey, Toni. I need your help.
Sure, Betty. What's up?
I'm here about a case.
An incident of domestic violence.
Looks like a mother drowned her daughter in a bathtub.
And, Toni, she's a Serpent.
- Her name's Lucinda Villa. Her daughter is... - Sandra.
But she's 16.
- Drowned how? - Dr. Curdle said
that there were bruises on her shoulders, like someone held her under.
So the FBI wants me to charge her mother with murder.
No, I know Lucinda.
- She'd never hurt her daughter. - Well, she's not talking to me,
so maybe she would talk to you.
Okay.
Lucinda, I know you didn't drown your daughter.
You loved her with all your heart.
But you were you the only one home when it happened.
Who did this to Sandra?
It was...
La Llorona.
"La Llorona"?
Who or what is La Llorona?
According to the old folk tales,
it's a spirit of vengeance who preys on young children.
She drowns them.
Okay, Toni, I appreciate your help,
and I want to give Lucinda the benefit of the doubt here,
but I can't put "spirit of vengeance" on my report.
Dear God, Reggie, those are my students.
Okay, that's it. We're done.
- I've indulged you long enough. - What about dinner?
We're taking it to go.
Now.
Jughead, can you keep it down?
Jughead, can you just please stop for a second?
Jughead.
How many times have I told you not to leave the toothpaste uncapped?
It wasn't me.
Yet it was uncapped.
I don't know. Maybe, it was the ghost
that you heard banging in the closet.
You know, when you woke me up in the middle of the night.
I don't need any attitude right now.
Please, just put the toothpaste cap back on the tube.
It's common decency.
Reggie,
I think we should talk about last night.
- It was really uncomfortable for me. - What?
You're telling me you've never made out in a car?
Of course I have.
But last time that happened,
Chuck Clayton tried to tarnish my good name,
so maybe that's why canoodling in your stupid car triggered me.
First of all, Bella's not stupid.
Second of all, you've got kinks too,
like making out on a bed full of dirty $100 bills.
That was in the privacy of our own home,
not plastered on the leather seats of some stupid ride.
Okay, that's the second time you've called my car stupid.
Veronica,
are you jealous of Bella or something?
Don't be ridiculous.
Fine. No more carscapades.
Great.
You okay, Tabitha?
That's the third plate you dropped today.
I'm sorry, Grandpa.
I just... haven't been sleeping well.
Any reason in particular?
Grandpa, you don't believe in ghosts, do you?
Sure, I do.
This diner was haunted for a while
by the ghost of a waitress who died in an accident with a deep fryer.
When we opened back up a couple of days later,
strange things began to happen.
The jukebox would start playing on its own.
Pots and pans would fall off hooks.
How did you get it to stop?
Remember we had those riots in the 1980s,
when every window was broken?
Well, after that night
we didn't have another incident.
It was almost as if the racket scared the ghost off.
I guess the dead can be as afraid of us as we are of them.
Well, from what you're telling me, it's clear as day, hermanita.
Reggie's going through a quarter-life crisis.
Actually, the timing of a quarter-life crisis does make sense.
Especially considering what's happening with Reggie's dad.
My advice, cut Reggie some slack.
Let him play with his toys,
hell, get him some fuzzy dice.
Maybe you're right, hermosa.
I mean, it's not like I'm actually jealous of Bella.
Hey, Betty.
I'm just calling to check in on Lucinda.
How's she doing?
She's still sticking to her story about La Llorona.
I know this sounds crazy,
but is there any universe in which she's telling the truth?
I've been doing lots of research,
and ghosts like La Llorona exist in different cultures.
They're spirits of unfettered feral motherhood.
And look, there's different versions of the legend,
but they're always mothers, and they always go after children.
I even read one article where
La Llorona can go after an unborn child.
Okay, Toni, that's enough, okay?
I'm sorry, but your friend is going to be charged for murder.
Betty, you need to listen to me.
Something very bad is happening in Rivervale.
And I don't think any of our children are safe until it's over.
So it took me all day, but I finally figured out
how they get the ship in the bottle.
Were you seriously doing this all day?
Yeah,
I kind of got fixated on it.
Jughead, I thought you were going to be writing.
- That was our deal. - No, I get it.
This is just my process.
I'm refilling the well of my creative subconscious.
And what about these bottles?
What happened to the Scotch that was in them?
Nothing.
Tabitha, I picked those bottles up behind Whyte Wyrm.
Hey, I'm not drinking again. I promise.
I think I...
I know I'm ready to start writing again, okay?
Okay.
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Seriously?
Tabitha.
It worked.
- What did? - My process.
I've been writing all night. The words have just been flying out.
Look, look, it's a novella.
It's almost finished.
Wow, that's... That's amazing, Jughead.
When can I read it?
Not just yet.
I don't really let anyone read my vomit drafts, like ever.
But the second I revise it, you are going to be the first one to read it.
- Okay? - Okay. I can't wait.
You know what?
This is a nice car.
_
Reggie Mantle!
You lying cad!
I'm so sorry.
What are you doing with a photo of Miss Soprano?
What? Who is Miss Soprano?
She was our driver's ed teacher.
That is, until the allegations.
Allegations?
Of inappropriate relations between her and, some of the boys.
What was her first name again? Something Italian.
Isabella, if I recall correctly.
Oh, my God.
Keep working. I'll just be a minute.
I know who you are.
And I know what you want.
Toni! What the hell?
How curious, Miss Cooper.
According to the sonogram,
you are no longer pregnant.
What?
What are you talking about, Dr. Curdle? I was pregnant.
You told me that I was pregnant. I took a test that said I was pregnant.
Hysterical pregnancies can manifest the same symptoms
and conditions as actual pregnancies.
Perhaps that's what happened here.
Toni, I believe you now.
I think La Llorona is in Rivervale.
I'm gonna try and help Lucinda.
Thank you.
But, Betty, did something happen?
I think so. But I'll tell you about it later, okay?
In the meantime, there's a hunch that I need to pursue.
- Can we meet up afterwards? - Absolutely.
- I'm here. - Okay. I'll call you.
More coffee?
- Decaf, please. - You got it.
Everything okay?
Yes.
Just a little on edge.
How are you? How... How's life with Jughead?
To be frank, I had no idea living with a writer would be so...
- intense. - Oh, yeah.
He could be pretty single-minded when he got in the weeds with a story.
But it was always very exciting to read
those early vomit drafts of his, you know?
Wait, Jughead let you read his vomit drafts?
Yeah, all the time.
He said he wanted me to experience his stories in their rawest form, you know?
Yeah, same with me.
Janet, what's the occasion?
I hate to be the bearer of bad news,
but I received an anonymous complaint.
I'm here on a wellness check, Toni,
- for Baby Anthony. - What?
Somebody thinks I'm not taking care of my baby?
- Janet, you know me? - I do.
But, you know, as a social worker, I have to investigate every claim.
I don't even know what to say.
Who called Child Services? Was it Kevin?
I can't disclose that information.
Anthony?
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay. Mama's got you.
I got your text, Ronnie. What's going on?
Ronnie, why?
Why'd you do this to Bella?
Because I know who Bella is.
The real one.
Isabella Soprano, the sick teacher
who had inappropriate relationships with her students,
- including you. - What?
I can stomach a lot, Reggie, but I will not allow you
to romanticize an abusive relationship.
She was an adult, and she took advantage of you.
And this... This sick obsession with your car
is just a continuation of that toxic dynamic.
But we never did anything.
She was the one adult I could trust.
The only one I ever told
about the abuse that was going on in my home.
She listened to me.
She helped me.
Reggie...
It's just a car.
I just got back from the hospital
and my dad died 20 minutes ago.
Oh, my God. Reggie.
I'm so, so sorry.
I will always be here for you.
It's just you and me,
as it should be.
Toni, I found something,
a pattern, retracing her steps.
So she's following a direct line from Sweetwater River.
First Thornhill, where Cheryl encountered her,
then Lucinda's, my house, Rivervale High.
- Now... - This apartment.
Where she came after Baby Anthony.
Her target was, and I bet still is, Baby Anthony.
Well, how do you know?
Mother's intuition, I guess.
Fangs, take Baby Anthony to the Whyte Wyrm.
And surround him with the Serpents.
I don't think she'll go after him with a crowd around.
Okay.
- And where are you going? - Cheryl's.
We need to contact that ghost bitch,
and she's the only person I know who knows how to channel the spirits.
So we'll go to the funeral home tomorrow morning
to finalize arrangements. But...
everything's in order.
Thanks, Ronnie.
I have a surprise for you.
I was going to wait until things calmed down a bit, but...
I think my Reggie-kins deserves a pick-me-up.
You'll find that car key
fits into a gorgeous 1969 Camaro SS 4-speed.
I thought you might want to take it for a spin later tonight.
This is great.
Thanks, Ronnie.
I really appreciate it.
Reggie...
We're gonna be okay, right?
Of course.
Nothing could ever come between us.
Hear ye, hear ye, we sacred women have gathered here to summon
the entity known as La Llorona,
or the weeping woman.
Spirit, your sisters call out to you.
You who visited this house and the house of Elizabeth Cooper
and the house of Antoinette Topaz.
Spirit, speak to us.
What is thy name?
Spirit, reveal thyself.
Spirit, reveal thy self.
Is that the spirit?
Who are you? Name thy self?
My name was Martha Mallon.
My employ was as a nurse in the children's ward
of Rivervale's first hospital.
In those early, hungry years, we lost many a babe
from the pox,
from the bitter cold,
from a doctor's careless hands.
The townsfolk blamed me for the loss of their children,
accused me of being a witch woman.
And they dragged me and my own children
to the Sweetwater River,
weighed us down with rocks,
and threw us in the dark waters.
We drowned,
and I became this cursed thing that I am.
Who summoned you here, spirit?
Who called you to this earthly plane?
What's happening?
Do not break the circle or we'll lose contact.
Speak, Martha, who summoned you here?
We have to stop, Cheryl, she's gonna drown.
Not yet, we need a name.
Speak, Martha, who summoned you here?
Who called you to this plane?
It was Darla Dickenson,
who did so from her son's grave.
Nana, I'm sorry, are you all right? Are you all right? Forgive me.
Darla Dickenson, why does that name sound so familiar?
She's the woman whose son I killed.
That's why she's doing this.
Tabitha?
"She doesn't understand me.
How could she? She doesn't have an artist's soul."
You broke into my desk?
It's a huge breach of privacy and my process.
Right, right, your process.
Your process.
You mean how you sit around all day playing with your
toy boats while I work my ass off
so that you can write a story about a wife
who doesn't understand her husband and then kills her husband
because he leaves the cap off the freakin' toothpaste?
Are you for real?
- Are you kidding me? - This story is not about us.
It's about the people who lived here before us,
- Sam and Diane. - Oh, Sam and Diane.
- Yeah, give me a break. - Also...
she doesn't kill him because of the toothpaste.
She kills him because he's too obsessed with his work.
I'll tell you why she kills him.
She kills him because she gets sick of supporting him
while he displays a complete disregard for her feelings.
Maybe that's why she brains him with a hammer.
What's with the Scotch that you're allegedly not drinking?
I'm not! Those are for the ships. And I'm going to pour them out.
Let me get this straight.
You bought a bunch of Scotch with money that I earned
so you could just pour it down the drain for your stupid boats.
Well, you know what? Screw your ship.
- Screw your... - Hey!
- Tab... - You know what, screw your writing, too.
- Don't. - Yes!
Please, don't, don't, don't. Don't! Don't!
Don't!
How could you? This was a gift from Betty.
No!
We're not like them.
We're stronger. We're stronger and we made...
a promise that we would work
through our problems.
And I love you...
Jughead, and I'm...
sorry.
I'm sorry.
Did you say, "I love you"?
Yeah.
I've been wanting to say that for a while.
Yeah. I've been wanting to say it, too.
I love you.
Was that...
What, the ghost leaving? Are ghosts real now?
I think maybe they are.
And I think maybe...
we scared them away.
Finally...
I've been expecting you.
Darla, I'm sorry.
Sorry that Danny was taken away from you.
And I'm sorry that I was responsible for his death.
Do you know how many sons I've buried, Toni?
Danny was my last one.
- My little boy. - Darla.
We know you summoned La Llorona.
Now you need to call her off.
You can't call off La Llorona.
Once summoned,
once a child is promised,
there's no stopping her.
At least,
not until Anthony's dead,
in her arms.
So that's what you want?
An eye for an eye?
My baby's life for your son?
- Yes. - Well, it's not gonna happen,
because there's a crew of Serpents surrounding Baby Anthony, guarding him.
Toni...
you're a mother.
Even if there were 50 men standing between you and your baby,
would that stop you?
- No. - Exactly.
Now imagine that primal maternal force times a hundred.
La Llorona is a storm unlike any you've ever seen.
Oh, my God.
Fangs?
Anthony?
Fangs!
Where's Anthony?
Where's our son?
She...
She took him.
Where? Where did she take him?
Sweetwater.
- Go! - We need to beat them to the river.
Hey, you're kind of quiet.
Understandably.
I guess I'm just... wondering.
What?
Our fighting, was that...
the ghosts or...
us?
I don't know. Maybe both.
Look, that was our first real fight.
We survived.
We lived to tell the tale.
I mean, barely.
What's our next test gonna be?
Maybe love is just a series of tests,
test the strength of our relationship.
I know that's kind of bleak, but...
- it's also kind of... - Kind of sweet.
Stop!
You're not taking my baby. He's innocent.
No one is innocent.
You were.
Your children were.
I'm sorry for everything you went through,
but you could show us mercy.
You could spare my son.
I was called forth.
I can't return without the babe.
Well, what if I could take away the suffering?
For good.
You could give it to me.
And that way, you'd be free.
Why would you offer that?
Because I would give up anything for my son,
my life.
But also because I killed another woman's child,
and I should be punished for that.
And it should be me.
Not Baby Anthony.
You've suffered enough, Martha.
Let me take your place.
Promise me you'll take care of him, Betty.
Protect him, Betty.
And please let him know his mother loved him.
Let me ask you something, friends.
Is there a better word for motherhood than "sacrifice"?
The next time a weeping woman rises from Sweetwater River
or, if you prefer, the river Styx,
a different soul will take her path,
a path that both begins and ends
in Rivervale.
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