Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

What heralded this miracle?

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

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

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

Or hopefully, strongly like, at least.

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

♪ Worn out faces ♪

I can't let that happen to you.

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

We're squared away, for good.

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

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

We received a letter.

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

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

[radio chatter]

[Jughead] That night, I realized,

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

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

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

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

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

[cell phone beeps]

[crowd cheering]

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

Jug. Tell me what--?

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

I wish I could say I was surprised.

Well, don't let it ruin your day.

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

And not just us.

What? What did it say?

-Hey. -Oh, hey.

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

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

if she thinks about putting on a Serpent jacket,

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

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