Riverdale (2017) s06e10 Episode Script

1
Heroes.
Some are born on the gridiron
and baseball diamonds.
Others are ripped from
the pages of comic books.
But then there are folk heroes,
champions of the common people.
You've heard of them. John Henry,
Johnny Appleseed, Davy Crockett.
Folk heroes are symbols of
courage for the oppressed.
Riverdale was being threatened
by a villain with a seemingly
supernatural ability to control minds.
We needed a hero to defeat him,
one who wouldn't
manipulate our neighbors
towards their worst impulses but
inspire them to do their best.
We needed a modern day folk hero.
So, Mr. Pickens, what
brings you to the Babylonium?
Oh, please call me Percival.
And since I'm the newest
member of the council,
I need a more permanent
home in Riverdale.
And I was hoping to take up residence
in one of your champagne suites.
No chance.
You came after me and my casino
the second you arrived in town.
Look, I can only apologize for that.
I It seems I've underestimated
the Babylonium's potential.
And yours.
In any case, now that I
have stepped down as deputy
to open up a curiosity shop in town,
I'm less concerned with
matters of law and order.
Mmm.
Now about that champagne
suite, I can pay you
a year's rent, a year's back
rent, and a year's security deposit
today, in cash.
Also, not to step on Kevin Keller's
toes, but I'm quite the crooner.
- Are you now?
- Oh, yes, I've sung Caesar's Palace,
Sydney Opera House, Moulin Rouge.
Not to brag, but the ladies love me.
Confidentially, so do the men.
- Cash, you said?
- Cash it is.
- Are you certain about this, Brittania?
- Yes, Mistress Cheryl.
When my parents heard about
you wanting to adopt me,
they thought about it and they're
ready to accept me for who I am.
In that case, Godspeed.
And thank you.
If not for your efforts,
I would have been trapped
in the corridors of Abigail
Blossom's mind forever.
For that
you will always have a place here.
And next on the agenda is the
Pickens Park Revitalization Project.
Now, as we all know, Pickens Park,
once magnificent, has
sadly become blighted.
Drugs, crime, and worse.
Which is why I am so excited
to reveal to you
the park's future. As you can see,
it will feature new
playgrounds for children,
repaved pathways for cycling,
and where it stood before,
a glorious new statue of my ancestor,
General Pickens, the man credited
with taming these wild lands.
You can't be serious, right?
General Pickens was a homicidal maniac
who slaughtered the Uktena tribe.
We all learned that in high school.
Yeah, and I think before
anything is approved,
it's important to
remember why the statue
was removed in the first place.
For a lot of people in Riverdale,
General Pickens isn't a hero,
but rather an offensive reminder
of our town's dark history.
Very well. We'll revisit this,
but in the meantime, let's move
on to the next order of business.
The new town sign.
Now, the updated design approved
by a majority of this council
sadly, won't have room
for the town's slogan.
"Home of Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe."
So, we'll have to lose that I'm afraid.
- What's your problem with me?
- Dunno what you mean.
What about the fact that you decided
to remove Pop's from the town sign?
Well, that's an aesthetic decision.
Tabitha, I can assure
you I'm not your enemy.
In fact, friendly advice.
Instead of expending all
your energy fighting me,
you should consider an actual
threat to your livelihood.
Veronica Lodge?
- Her casino.
- What are you talking about?
I probably shouldn't say anything,
but the council is holding
a special meeting to approve a
billboard promoting the Babylonium.
Now, since that stretch of highway
is only zoned for two billboards,
the town's and one other
shouldn't you be fighting to make
that a Pop's advertisement instead?
Think about it.
It's like Percival has has
the whole town in his thrall.
And the irony is, as far as
everyone else is concerned,
Percival is a great guy.
Oh, except never mind the
fact that he's killed people.
How do you fight mind control?
Actually, there might be a way.
I've been reading this
parapsychology book last night,
and some of the scientists think
that you can actually resist
mind control through something
called an emotional anchor.
It essentially acts as a tether,
connecting you to what you
feel like your core identity is.
And as long as you stay connected
to whatever that thing is,
he can't get a grasp on you.
Okay, so if I were one
on one with Percival,
I would just think
about my mom or Polly.
Before he gets his hooks on you,
yeah, you might be able to resist.
That's a great strategy for us, Jug,
but what about the rest of the town?
You're right. Before we try to
figure out what his ultimate plan is,
we have to focus on trying
to free the stranglehold
that he has on our
friends and neighbors.
By beating him at his own
game. Not manipulation.
Inspiration. The people of the town
they need to be reminded of who
they are, what their core values are.
Decency. Kindness. Fairness.
But they need someone to look up to,
a hero that can point them
in the direction of good.
Archie, that hero needs to be you.
- What are you talking about?
- You're the closest thing we have
to an authentic American folk hero
who can rouse people towards good
And what's better than a
homegrown son of good Fred Andrews,
champion of the common folk?
Not everyone sees me in that light.
They will, in time, once you win back
the hearts and minds
of the town's people,
including the ones that are currently
under Percival's supernatural charisma.
- We can stop his mad ascent
- Vote his ass off the council.
Sign me up. But we
can't just decide Archie's
a folk hero and people will believe him.
No, no, he'll need to demonstrate it.
But lucky for us, Archie's
already a legend in the making.
And my ex-literary
manager has a connection
to the Guinness Book of World Records.
Also. Are you still in
touch with K.O. Kelly?
'Cause we might need his help.
Yes.
Stare all you want, Abigail,
but you'll never get out
of that porcelain cage
and into my beautiful body.
Oh, God.
Is it warm in here?
All right, the floor is
now open for public comment.
I'd like to make an announcement.
As of today, the El Royale will be
unavailable for town hall meetings.
I've decided to reopen it as
a boxing gym for local kids.
We sure that's a prudent idea?
The El Royale started
out as a boxing gym.
And for a while it was a youth center.
This would combine two of my
passions, physical fitness
And serving and inspiring the community.
Filling the youths of Riverdale
with a sense of
personal and civic pride.
Instilling in them
some much needed values.
Leading with compassion, reminding
them to think for themselves.
I'm sorry. All due respect, gentlemen,
but how is this ramshackle
place going to inspire anyone?
Because the El Royale is
about to be world famous.
Owned and operated by the "World's
Toughest Man Alive," Archie Andrews.
You see, an adjudicator of the
Guinness Book of World Records
will be arriving soon
to watch Archie perform a set
of feats of human endurance,
I think, need to be seen to be believed.
So, we would like to
invite everyone far and wide
to come and cheer on.
Riverdale's homegrown folk hero,
Archie Andrews, "Man of Iron."
Oh, 103, you're burning up
with fever as I suspected.
- Last night, I feared I was burning alive.
- Oh!
Get thee back to bed, child, and rest.
Thank you for taking care of me, Nana.
I'm not going to be taking
care of you. No, no, no,
I must keep vigil over the
doll and its prisoner, Abigail.
But I will hire a night nurse
to minister to your needs.
Well, we'd like to start by
saying how much we appreciate
all the time and effort you both
put into your individual proposals.
But we are going to go
with the Babylonium billboard.
- Hmm.
- Yes.
Now, while Pop's
represents Riverdale's past,
we wanna look towards its future.
Percival reminded us
that a casino promises
more revenue for the town of Riverdale.
Short and long term.
We hope you understand
Pops will always be
part of Riverdale's
- Legacy?
- Hmm.
Legacy?
Yes, but also its present
and future, Percival.
Count on it.
- Well, that was rather awkward.
- Yeah.
Should we, uh, decamp to the El Royale,
see what Archie's
feats of toughness are?
I'm rather curious.
Sick!
According to Mr. Guinness, you
are now the World's Toughest Man.
How's it feel?
You know, my dad used to keep
a copy of that book in the john,
so pretty good, I guess.
And luckily, no one's asked too
many questions about my "feats".
I feel like we erred on
the right sort of credulity.
Also, um
did you see how the entire crowd turned
towards you and away from Percival?
Yeah, he was pissed.
So what's next?
So, good news is your
statue is almost finished.
Wait. What statue?
The one that I commissioned from a
sculptor friend of
mine back in New York.
Look, Percival is trying to mythologize
his great grandfather, right?
So, we have to mythologize you.
Jug, I'm not sure about a statue.
Okay. You're being too modest, man.
Also, K.O. Kelly has
agreed to the fight,
- so he's all in.
- I'm not sure about that, either.
And wouldn't my powers give me
an unfair advantage in the ring?
I could hurt him, not to
mention his reputation.
That's the beauty of this plan.
You don't actually have to win.
Well, since K.O. went professional,
his whole thing is that he
knocks every opponent out
that he fights. Every
single one. So, technically,
all you have to do is stay
standing by the time the bell rings.
He's going to get the technical victory.
But you're going to get the
Rocky-esque, inspirational victory
and the legend of Archie Andrews
will just build and build.
I'm sorry the billboard vote
didn't work out for you, Tabitha.
- I've been trying to get one up for years.
- It's not just that, Toni.
Percival said something about
Babylonium being a threat to Pop's.
And damned if he isn't right.
I went over my books, and ever
since Veronica opened up her casino,
my revenue's been going down.
Join the club.
Casinos give out drinks for free,
so why would anybody come to
the Whyte Wyrm to pay for them?
I hear you.
But that's the thing.
Unlike the Whyte Wyrm,
we're not direct
competition for the casino,
so why is it eating
into my customer base?
Well, have you been
to the Babylonium yet?
I haven't had a chance to yet. No.
Well, maybe it's time we
check out our competition.
Mmm.
Danke, Darius.
That was delicious.
And thank you for watching
over my literally hot body
whilst my nana keeps her
own vigil in the chapel.
I was honored to be
asked back, Miss Cheryl.
And after a good
night's rest, hopefully,
your fever will have broken by morning.
From your pillowy lips, Darius.
Is your mouth a little weak ♪
When you open it to speak ♪
Are you smart? ♪
Excuse me.
What do we have here?
We have an assortment of sliders,
tater tots, and pigs-in-a-blanket.
On the house, of course.
The Babylonium is serving diner food?
And that's not all.
What is this?
Liquor-infused milkshake
shots. Would you like one?
Oh, hell no.
It's Valentine's Day ♪
Ah! Darius, I feel so
much cooler and fresh.
Your soup must've
Darius?
Abigail.
What's the matter, child?
Nana, poor Darius has burned to a crisp.
He's nothing more than a pile of ash.
I am certain it's Abigail's doing.
Oh, but the doll, it
hasn't twitched all night.
It's cool to the touch.
What new bedevilment is this?
Archie Andrews, World's Toughest Man.
K.O. Kelly, the Knockout Champ.
I'm glad you could make it.
I never turn down a good fight.
Holy crap, bro, you're like a damn rock.
You getting yoked or what?
Must be all the construction work.
And I appreciate you coming to town,
promoting the gym, and boosting morale.
Nah, man. I'll go easy on ya.
Hate to ruin that
pretty face. But, uh
where's your ring?
I'm going to spend the day setting
it up. Do you want to help me?
Nah, man.
Katy told me all about
Veronica's new casino.
- Hmm.
- Thought I might check it out.
Yeah. Good call.
Well, you called, I came.
What exactly am I looking at here?
Cousin, those are the meager earthly
remains of my night nurse, Darius.
When I fell asleep, he
was sitting in that chair,
and when I awoke, he had burned to ash.
There are pieces of bone in here.
And why didn't his feet burn?
Why don't I gather what's left of
Darius and bring him to Dr. Curdle Jr?
That's step number one.
Okay.
There's no way we can
compete against a casino
with a budget of a Baz Luhrmann film.
Look, we're two Davids versus
a Babylonian-sized Goliath.
Veronica's clearly prioritized
profit over friendship.
So, I say we do the same and team up.
Fight fire with fire. I could
apply for a liquor license
and start serving alcohol,
placing all of my orders through
the Whyte Wyrm, of course.
And I could install a couple
of slot machines downstairs
and maybe even a craps table.
But what do we do about
live entertainment?
We need an act that will
get people talking and fast.
- What if I resurrect the idea of a singing diner?
- Yeah.
Or I could step it up a notch.
There is an old tradition that's
due for a Cirque de
Soleil-type re-invention.
What tradition?
- It's a little thing we call the Serpent Dance.
- Oh.
Ms. Lodge. So sorry to interrupt.
If you're having problems with
the Champagne Suite, Percival,
talk to the building manager. I
don't handle maintenance issues.
Oh, no, my accommodations are superb.
I was actually just nipping
out to run an errand,
and I thought I'd pop by
with a proposition. You see,
the more time I spend at the Babylonium,
the more this place feels like home.
And I suppose, I was just wondering,
if you and I shouldn't explore
a more robust partnership.
In what respect?
Well, I could become an investor,
help take the Babylonium
to the next level.
Only thing is, I already have a partner.
Oh, yes, Reginald Mantle.
Where is he? I haven't
seen him since I moved in.
Mantle Motors.
Helping his dad with the dealership.
Hmm. That sounds right. Um
Look, I don't mean to stir trouble,
but you're sure that's where
he is and what he's doing?
Cut the crap, Percival.
Is there something you
know that that I don't?
No. Do you know what?
I shouldn't say anything else.
You should really see this for yourself.
What the hell, Reginald?
What are you doing here?
Running a satellite
casino behind my back?
Using slot machines
stolen from the Babylonium?
They're on loan.
This is just a side hustle.
Another one in our long
history of side hustles.
We're both benefitting.
How stupid do you think I am, Reggie?
We're in the fight of our lives
to make the Babylonium solvent,
and you're siphoning money away from us?
Well, maybe I wanted something of
my own, where I could call the shots.
So this is about ego, then?
Fine. You know what? You can keep
the slot machines you "borrowed,"
but as far as I'm concerned,
you're barred from the Babylonium.
No, you can't do that, Ronnie.
I'm half owner.
Show up and see what happens, Reggie.
- And you're definitely banished from my bed.
- Hmm.
Well, Dr. Curdle Jr.?
If I'm not mistaken,
what we're looking at here
is the result of a
phenomenon known as SHC.
- Spontaneous Human Combustion?
- Exactly.
Perhaps the gases in this
poor fellow's entrails
heated to such an intense
temperature that they auto-ignited.
And he burned from the
inside out. But his feet,
they're still intact. And the
chair that he was sitting on,
- it was barely singed.
- In cases of SHC,
the fire burns at a temperature
in excess of 1,000 degrees
but is contained within the body
so that oftentimes, some of
the extremities are spared.
As well as objects that are in
direct contact with the victim.
Spontaneous human combustion?
Stranger things have
happened in Riverdale.
My Nana just took my temperature
and it's rising again.
- Does that mean I'm going to combust too?
- No, no.
- No way.
- How do you know, cousin?
Because I'm going to stay here tonight
and make sure that that doesn't happen.
Okay.
Hello, Mr. Andrews.
The door was unlocked, so I slipped
in. I do hope that's all right.
You see that box cutter there?
I'd very much like you to pick that up.
That's it.
Now, press it into your arm.
I want to see your blood pooling
all over this lovely floor.
Would you do that for me?
That's it.
Nice and steady now.
That's not possible.
Right. Let's try this again, shall we?
I don't think so.
You took your shot and you missed.
I'm sorry you had to find out
about Reginald's betrayal this way.
If it's any consolation, I've had
a rather frustrating evening myself.
But isn't it better to know the truth
than to carry on living blindfolded?
I suppose.
In fact, there is one other
thing I think you should see.
Tell me, have you been into
the Whyte Wyrm recently?
I'm your private dancer ♪
A dancer for money ♪
I'll do what you
Want me to do ♪
I'm your private dancer
A dancer for money ♪
And any old music will do ♪
I'm your private dancer ♪
A dancer for money ♪
I'll do what you
Want me to do ♪
Just a private dancer ♪
A dancer for money ♪
And any old music will do ♪
Deutsche marks or dollars ♪
American Express
Will do nicely, thank you ♪
Let me loosen up
Your collar ♪
Tell me, do you want
To see me do the Shimmy again? ♪
Oh, my God, Cheryl, you're burning up.
You're literally on fire.
- What's happening to me?
- Uh, let's get you into an ice bath. Okay?
- ASAP. Let's go.
- Okay.
- I'm literally boiling alive!
- Hold on.
The water is pulling the
heat out of your body, okay?
Just ride it out and
see if it dissipates.
Oh, your temperature's
dropping, thank God.
And then what? It's just gonna
keep building back up in me.
- That's what keeps happening, isn't it?
- That seems to be the pattern.
- Yeah.
- Okay. And we're gonna what? Just go until I die?
What can we even do?
Okay, there is a division at
the FBI that specializes in
phenomenon like this, okay?
I'm going to reach out.
You're not gonna die, Cheryl.
- I swear. Okay?
- Okay.
He was fully in my head.
I thought I was a dead man.
But then I remembered what you
said about focusing on a tether.
So I zoned in on this picture of my dad.
Percival lost his grip on me.
Okay, that's great. That
means the defense actually works.
But, Jug, this is a temporary solution.
If he catches us or anyone
by surprise, we're vulnerable.
All right.
Why don't we start after
your big fight with K.O?
You're going to be riding
high off that victory.
The Guinness Book of World Records is
going to present you with your award,
then we're going to reveal your statue.
Then you say a couple
words at a press conference.
I mean, the whole town is
going to be rallied behind you.
Drive him out of town.
- Old school scoundrel-style.
- Exactly.
With everyone cheering for
Riverdale's "Man of Iron."
Quiet on the floor today.
I suppose it's no wonder
since the Chock'lit Shoppe
and the Whyte Wyrm
have declared war on us.
Us?
I'll think of something.
I usually do.
You should show strength.
Teach Tabitha and Toni a lesson.
Have any suggestions to make?
Oh, always. I think we should
firebomb the hell out of them.
Pop.
- Is everything okay?
- No.
This is going too far.
I know what you're
trying to do, Tabitha,
but liquor in our family restaurant?
What's going on, Toni?
I just got out of jail. and suddenly
you're in a remake of Showgirls?
I'm all for doing whatever
it takes to make a buck,
and I don't be to be a prude,
but we're in a custody
battle for baby Anthony.
How do you think this looks?
I'm sorry. What did you just say?
Firebomb Pop's and the Whyte Wyrm?
I don't know who you
think I am, Percival.
But I'm not my father.
And you, you're smooth and charming,
but you overplayed your hand.
Now get out of my office
and be grateful that I'm not throwing
you out of my champagne suite.
As you wish.
I actually have a pressing
engagement to keep.
No rest for the wicked, it seems.
Marone.
It's like playing
cards in a funeral home.
Lighten the hell up, kid.
You're a free man now, in complete
control of your own future.
Yeah, well, Veronica
was kind of my future.
The casino, too.
Well, in that case,
maybe you take it back.
The casino, not the girl.
- She was garbage.
- What'd you say?
Shut the hell up, you
disrespectful punk.
You, uh, want us to deal you in?
And maybe we discuss
deepening our partnership.
Why the hell not?
Atta boy.
Mr. Kelly.
Hi, I was hoping to catch you.
- Do I know you, bud?
- Oh, of course, my name's Percival.
I uh I caught a fight of
yours a couple of months ago
at Madison Square Garden. Title
bout against Hurricane Henry.
Most impressive.
- It's always nice to meet a fan.
- Oh.
- But I gotta hit the hay. Big fight tomorrow.
- Right.
Be well.
Before you dash off, Mr. Kelly, I um
I wonder if you might do me a favor.
Where's K.O?
He just got out of surgery.
What happened to him?
Witnesses say that he
walked right into traffic.
- Calmly, willingly.
- Oh, my God.
Yeah. Take a guess on who's responsible.
Unbelievable.
Percival, you snake. We
were just talking about you.
Listen, I heard about your friend K.O.
Such a shame.
A shame that he didn't
die? Like you wanted him to?
I haven't the faintest notion
what you're on about, Archie.
But listen, with K.O.
down for the count,
you must be looking for a new opponent
to step into the ring with you and uh
Well, I'd like to throw my
hat in, if that's all right.
Let me tell you, nothing would make me
happier but you do not want to do that.
Oh, dude, but I do.
Tough as you are,
I was top of my boxing class at
Cambridge and I can hold my own.
So, how about it? Me against
you in front of the whole town.
- Winner takes all.
- All right, fine.
But why don't we up the stakes a little?
When I win, which I will,
you resign from the council.
Agreed. And if I win, I want you,
personally you,
to reinstate my great grandfather's
statue in Pickens Park.
- Deal.
- Excellent.
Well, may the best man win, eh?
He wants to fight me.
In the ring?
He's going to try and mind control
you in front of the whole town?
That's not going to happen.
I'll be thinking about my dad
while I beat him to a pulp and send
his ass out of Riverdale in a body bag.
Tabitha. Hey, I was actually just
picking up the phone to call you.
Can we meet?
In person?
Thank you for taking
the time, Agent Drake.
It's my pleasure, Agent
Cooper. I've wanted
to meet you since the Starkweather case.
Well, I'm sorry that it took so long,
but you said you had some insight
about the case that I'm working.
Uh, yes.
What you described may not be
spontaneous human combustion.
Despite what your coroner friend
says, SHC is extremely rare.
Okay, so if it's not SHC, what is it?
What you described
could be someone who is
manifesting nascent
powers of pyrokinesis.
Pyro Pyrokinesis?
The ability to create and
control fire with their mind.
And what triggers the onset
of these kinds of abilities?
Pretty much what you'd expect.
Puberty, intense traumas.
And how does pyrokinesis
work, specifically?
We all generate heat. Me, you.
But a pyrokinetic person generates
heat at the level of a superconductor.
They have to discharge
it, or it will build up
and cause them or anyone
near them to self-immolate
Okay. And And how do
they discharge the heat?
Practice.
Want some pointers?
Thanks for stopping by.
And thanks for the partnership.
Thank you.
- And we'll let you know about the slot machines.
- Absolutely.
- Bye.
- Bye.
So, what were they doing here?
We were reminding each
other of who we are.
Hmm?
Three women and three
proud business owners
in a small town that
needs to come together
instead of letting
itself be ripped apart.
We found a way to thread the
needle and support one another.
How so?
I'm giving two of my Babylonium
slot machines to the Whyte Wyrm.
And in return, Toni is giving me ten
percent of what she brings in with them.
As for Tabitha, we're opening
a Pop's booth in the grand lobby
and splitting the
profits from food sales.
Circles rise together, after all.
Well, I have to tip my hat to you.
Very smart how you were able to
handle this with Tabitha and Toni.
Oh, I wish I could take
credit, but it was Tabitha.
She's the one who came up with
this three-way partnership and plan.
Yeah. She's very clever, isn't she?
Yeah.
You're 119 degrees, Cheryl.
Focus on the logs in the fireplace
and project the heat that's
building up inside onto it.
- How?
- Focus. Visualize it and it will happen.
I'm burning up. I can't
even think straight.
Well, you better get your
head in the game, Cheryl,
because if you don't, me, you or your
Nana are going to burst into flames.
All right. Remember your tether.
Couldn't forget if I tried.
All right, fellas, let's touch 'em.
Good luck.
Go, Archie!
Focus, Archie!
Go on, lower you guard, Archie.
Lower you guard and let me win.
Again, that's not gonna work on me.
Okay. Looks like I have to
beat you the old-fashioned way.
Come on, Archie!
One! Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
- I can't I can't do it.
- Yes. Yes, you can, Cheryl.
You're You're phoenix,
okay? You thrive in fire.
Your brother's corpse
was baptized in fire.
Your ancestor, Abigail,
she was consumed in fire.
You burned this house
down and rebuilt it.
You yourself said that you
can control the elements.
Your entire life has been building up to this
- threshold.
- She's at 262 degrees
Damn it, Cheryl! You are going
to die if you don't do this.
Focus on the logs, okay?
- Stop yelling at me!
- Burn those logs!
- 303 degrees.
- I'm trying. I'm trying.
Burn her, Cheryl.
Burn your mother, okay?
Focus. Visualize and
make her pay for all
of the pain that she's caused you, okay?
Set her ass on fire!
You did it, Cheryl.
Great job and congratulations.
You are officially a pyrokinetic.
Guard, Archie!
- One!
- All right. Stay down!
- Two!
- Stay down! You're done. You're done.
- Three!
- He's slaughtering you, Arch.
- Four!
- You're done!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
Arch.
Hey, Jug, I just heard about
the match. What happened?
Percival won.
The match, the crowd.
Archie's not going to
get a medal from Guinness.
Percival outplayed us.
Arch, how could you have lost?
I felt Percival's punches.
I felt pain.
I bled.
How could this have happened?
Is it possible Percival
knows about my weakness?
Could he have got
ahold of the palladium?
The only palladium I know of is
what Archie gave to me to keep safe.
Where is it?
No, no, no, no, no. There is
no way he could've found it.
Then where is it, Betty?
- I don't know, Archie.
- Percival must know about our secrets.
It's the only way that
he could've beaten Archie.
How does he know?
Thank you, Alice.
Now you get back downstairs
and drink your wine, okay?
Yeah.
That sounds nice.
What?
Your friend, Archie.
There's something special about him.
You're going to tell
me everything, Betty.
Then you're going to go back to sleep.
You're going to forget I was even here.
Archie did it.
The statue is up.
Wow.
A man of his word to the end, eh?
Fancy a stroll, Tom?
You're so quiet.
What's wrong? You won the fight.
It's Tabitha Tate.
She weighs on me.
Full of false virtue.
Standing in the way
of true progress with
that hideous diner
of hers. It's not right.
I'm afraid to say, gentlemen,
Tabitha Tate's not long for
this new world we're creating.