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That we're weak. Helpless.

You're not a killer.

Said it looked like he had red hair.

Add to their ranks Riverdale's very own psychopath,

Ah, the Black Hood, the Red Circle, a town hall meeting.

This is my battle, no one else needs to fight it.

[students murmuring]

And it can't just be you against an armed madman.

We have to... hold on to each other.

-before somebody gets hurt? -Get out of my way...

-What are you going on about? -Manipulation.

The Southside is not the issue.

In that case, why don't we all work on it together?

-Weapons? Don't you need a warrant? -No, I do not.

You going hunting?

This-- This is just...

We will hunt you.

You want coffee or something?

No, Riverdale needs the Red Circle to expand, not contract.

So fun. You can host.

-Four-letter words like "kill." -Morbid.

The list goes on and on.

[Jughead] And so the young lovers went back to where it all began...

Not people. Just...

So much chaos and confusion.

some dark notion might take shape in his mind.

I'm sorry, Principal Weatherbee, but the T-shirts were my idea.

-What are you doing? -Back off. I'm not here for you.

It's falling on all of us.

Unlike most serial killers, our guy wears a mask.