[Jughead] After my encounter with the crazy cat lady
down the hall from Mr. Rayberry's,
I went back to Sheriff Keller.
But he wasn't buying what I was selling.
Walk me through this again.
Mr. Rayberry's neighbor heard milk bottles the night that he was killed.
Ethel saw a milkman the night that her parents were murdered.
So, if you put two and two together,
I think it's no sweat to say
that we have a killer milkman at large.
-Do you agree? -Mr. Rayberry killed himself.
We have established that.
No, you have established that. I have not established that.
Unless that neighbor
said that they saw someone
dressed as a milkman...
saw, not heard...
then I am not reopening
that case again, Jughead.
So I think it's time that you dropped this,
and don't forget our ban tomorrow night.
Halloween is for kids, right?
It's not for teenagers looking to make trouble.
[man over radio] Rise and shine, Riverdale.
It's October 29, 1955,
which means it's high time to get in the mood for Halloween.
[Jughead] Killer milkman in Riverdale?
Better safe than sorry.
["Drac's Back" playing over radio]
-♪ Ooh, Drac's back ♪ -♪They're doing the Drac ♪
-♪ Drac's back ♪ -♪ With Drac ♪
♪ Igor's enchained And he's doing it right ♪
♪ Drac's back ♪
♪ The coffins are open And left in the ground ♪
♪ Drac's back ♪
♪ Now is the time To really shake 'em down ♪
♪ Drac's back ♪
♪ Drac's looking for his wife All over the hall ♪
♪ Drac's back ♪
♪ Vampira, where are you? ♪
♪ Well, Vampira's heatin' up And she's raring to go ♪
♪ Drac's back, Drac's back ♪
[music stops abruptly]
I admit, I usually get a better response
when I pull my witch costume out of the mothballs.
What gives?
Well, it's not your costume, Vee.
You look...
like everything plus. It's just, um...
Riverdale has a funny relationship with Halloween.
Dare I ask?
Unfortunately, we don't embrace All Hallows' Eve
the same way Greendale does.
We have rules in Riverdale.
Trick or treating's for kids.
Teenagers aren't allowed into the streets after sundown.
Why not?
There was a, uh...
a tragedy a few years back on Halloween night.
A carload of Riverdale High students were out raising heck,
and they ran off the road.
They died, all four of them.
Two Vixens, two Bulldogs.
So what are teenagers expected to do on Halloween?
[Fogarty] Nothing much.
Stay at home. Hand out candy to ankle biters.
My dad and his officers drive around,
make sure no one's cruising the roads,
raising Cain.
Back home in Duck Creek, we never celebrated Halloween.
But teenagers need Halloween.
To dress up in costumes and masks and pretend to be someone else.
To be a kid again, even if it's just for a night.
To kiss a girl or a boy in the dark
and blame it on the Halloween spirit.
To honor the dead.
The... The dead?
Back in Los Angeles, my parents used to throw
the most lavish costume balls every Halloween night.
Then afterwards,
in the wee hours of November first,
we'd all gather around the family altar,
just the three of us,
and light votive candles to honor the dead.
And celebrate Dia de los Muertos.
It was one of our only family traditions.
And my favorite by far.
In any case, it sounds like
our gatekeepers are trying to put the kibosh
on one of the most phantasmagoric nights of the year.
Little do they know,
Halloween is practically my middle name,
and I have every intention of celebrating it.
I mean, really,
just when you think this town couldn't get any kookier.
[sinister music playing]
[gulping]
Put those milk cartons down!
No!
All right, everyone, listen!
Don't drink fresh milk anymore.
Just drink powdered milk.
[people chuckling]
[indistinct whispering]
[sighs softly]
[Jughead] Ethel, how are you?
I'm okay, Jughead.
I miss you.
I miss school.
Gosh, Ethel,
I... I don't mean to upset you further,
but there's been another murder.
Do you remember the writer Brad Rayberry?
The guy who wrote November County?
He's your favorite, right?
Yeah, he was.
I was working with him, but I... I...
I suspect that he's part of the milkman murders,
or he was killed by a milkman.
Murdered? Why?
Well, that's what I'm trying to figure out.
Did your parents have any connection to Mr. Rayberry?
No.
But this can't be just some big coincidence, can it?
I don't know, Jug.
But you know what I have been noodling on?
What?
The milkman comic book?
The original one?
Maybe whoever wrote it in the first place
knows something.
Say, that's a good tip.
-I tell you what, I'm gonna look into that-- -Oh, gosh.
Jughead, I gotta go.
Sister Woodhouse is giving me the evil eye.
But hopefully, I will see you soon.
[receiver slams]
Yeah. I can't believe you've never experienced
a real Halloween before, Reg.
Uh, just like any other night.
Wake up early the next morning.
Same as always.
So does that mean you've never worn a costume
or gone trick or treating before?
I've been cow-tipping with my cousin once.
["It's a Woman's World" playing]
♪ Woman's world ♪
♪ It's a woman's world When she's in love ♪
♪ It's a woman's world ♪
♪ And he's so glad it is ♪
♪ For when it's hers It's his ♪
[Archie] ...all right, Betty?
Sorry, what?
I was just saying,
since Reggie hasn't had a real Halloween growing up,
why don't we give him one?
Yeah, absolutely.
What is a real Halloween anyhow?
[Betty] Well, one,
trick or treating.
Two, visiting a graveyard.
And three...
necking in a haunted house.
All very possible things to do in a town like Riverdale.
[thudding]
The projection room.
At this hour?
-[creaking] -[eerie music playing]
And what are you two doing here at the witching hour?
We were just--
We were on our way home from the dark room,
and I forgot my keys earlier,
so we were just swinging by to pick them up.
Well parried, Clay.
What are you doing here?
Some late night brainstorming.
Oh, and I have good news.
I know exactly what we're going to do for Halloween night.
We're going to host a ghost show
here at the Babylonium.
And the powers that be won't be able to object,
as technically,
we'll be keeping the teeny boppers off the streets.
I'm thinking 1920s glam for the dress code.
Ginchy idea, no?
Yeah, um, what's a ghost show?
[sighs]
It's a little bit of this, a little bit of that.
Monsters, movies, burlesque.
And then at midnight...
we raise the dead.
[eerie screech]
[woman screams]
[spooky music plays]
[Veronica] Hear ye, hear ye.
Come one, come all to the Babylonium's hair-raising
Halloween Burlesque and Ghost Show.
One night only.
There will be music.
There will be mayhem.
And then, as Halloween gives way to the Day of the Dead,
there will be a resurrection,
as the four Riverdale High students who oh-so tragically died
on Halloween night all those years ago
return from the dead before your very eyes.
Get your tickets fast before they vanish without a trace.
[crowd muttering in excitement]
Mr. Fieldstone,
do you remember who wrote
the milkman story inside this issue?
I just want to ask him a couple questions.
Kid, I haven't the foggiest.
But most of our, uh, Pep Comic freelancers
will be at the annual Halloween office party.
Why don't you come by and sniff around?
You might find the guy.
Uh, thanks, Mr. Fieldstone. I'll do just that.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
So, beauty queen,
any plans for Halloween?
Because I was thinking we could spend it together.
Veronica's got me roped into her ghost show,
but it would be a gas
if you joined in on the fun, too.
She's got some sort of floor show planned,
complete with a kickline.
That we would perform?
In... In front of people?
Yeah.
You and me, and Kevin and Clay.
Don't tell me you have stage fright.
No, but it is tradition that I host a sleepover
for the Vixens every year.
No big whoop. [sighs]
I just thought Halloween's the one night of the year
where everyone wears a mask,
and people like us,
you and me, and Kevin and Clay,
we don't have to, you know.
[whistle blows]
All right, fellas, bring it in.
Just one last thing before we break.
Now, I know Halloween is coming up fast,
and it used to be Bulldog tradition
to go out wilding.
I have one thing to say.
Don't do it.
Not on my watch.
Understood?
-Understood? -[all] Understood, Coach.
All right, then.
Bravo!
Gold star, fellas. Even I almost believed you.
What are you bugging about, Julian?
It's Halloween, Andrews.
Of course, the Bulldogs
are going out wilding,
despite what Coach says.
Count me out.
I'm playing the ghost show at the Babylonium.
No one asked you, greaser.
What about you two?
You coming or what?
No, I'm gonna sit this one out.
I promised my folks
I wouldn't cause trouble while here in Riverdale.
Good God, Mantle.
Let me know when you grow a pair.
For those of you who actually care about tradition
and aren't namby-pamby cream puffs,
we're meeting tomorrow night, school parking lot.
At sundown.
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo.
I still can't fathom
that Reggie's never
celebrated Halloween.
Well, go figure.
That's why Archie and I
are showing him what it's like.
In that case,
you're excused
from my phantasmagoria
at the Babylonium.
But tell me, Betty, what's your skin in this game?
Because I'm sensing you have some.
Well, I used to get butterflies for Archie.
I still do.
But now I think I'm also getting them for Reggie.
You know...
you should use Halloween night
to figure out which way your love compass is truly pointing.
And then?
And then, let the spirit move you.
And then, tell me all about it the next day.
So, Cheryl, I've been thinking about tomorrow's slumber party.
I think you and the girls,
instead of sleeping in your bedroom,
should decamp to the grand hall.
It's more open,
less opportunity for inappropriate hanky-panky.
Yuck, Mother! I'm trying to eat here.
Just make sure that's good and secure, boys.
I don't want any lawsuits on my hands.
Wise words, Veronica.
Mrs. Cooper.
What a lovely, yet unexpected surprise.
-Hmm. -What can I do for you?
I was in the neighborhood. Just thought I would pop in.
How are ticket sales going for your little ghost show?
Briskly.
We should be sold out.
[Alice] You're new in town,
but this is how we celebrate Halloween in Riverdale.
Everyone stays home
and watches Mr. Cooper and I host Shock Theater on RIVW.
We dress up in singed clothes
and we introduce old horror flicks,
we have a little banter in between.
-[Veronica chuckles] Oh. -It's quite the event.
We really give families a tickle.
Well, we're not really expecting a family crowd.
More... teenagers, exclusively.
You like to cause trouble, don't you, Veronica?
You're a natural born rabble-rouser.
I can tell.
At any rate, I will allow this little ghost show to happen.
It's not gonna affect our ratings.
But I want you to know, young lady,
you've been put on notice.
[door opens]
[door slams]
[objects clattering]
[footsteps approaching]
[thudding]
[ominous music playing]
-[panting] Whoa. -[hammer thuds]
Ethel.
How the heck did you escape The Sisters of Quiet Mercy?
I started hearing about secret tunnels beneath the nunnery
right when I got there.
I spent every free moment I had looking for them.
Found them a couple days ago.
It was your call
that gave me the push I needed to make a break for it.
I really couldn't...
bear to be there for another second.
The sisters are cruel,
and abusive.
Well, they'll probably come looking for you.
[gentle music playing]
What's your plan?
My birthday is in a couple months.
Once I'm 18,
I won't be a ward of the state anymore,
and I can live on my own.
I just need to make it until then.
Where are you gonna hide out In the meantime?
This place isn't exactly safe, Ethel.
It got ransacked by John Law, remember?
But I do know a place that you could stay.
It's Mr. Rayberry's apartment.
I mean, it's still empty,
and he's got rent paid until the end of the year.
As long as staying in a dead guy's apartment
doesn't give you the heebie-jeebies.
It could be haunted.
I would rather ghosts than the sisters.
Well, then you're made in the shade.
And I can go down to the five-and-dime
and get you a cheap Halloween mask,
so you can walk the streets incognito.
Once we get to the Halloween party,
you won't have to worry about the fuzz.
And you could help me suss out who wrote that milkman comic.
How's that sound?
[door opens]
[door closes]
Yes, Midge, how can I help you?
[sighs] Do you have a special request for the sleepover?
Um... that's the thing. I...
I wanted to see if I might be excused from the slumber party.
You see, Fangs is performing at Veronica's ghost show,
and it would be gangbusters to see him.
Midge, with all due respect to your greaser boyfriend,
this is a Vixen tradition.
The center must hold.
[stutters] Of course, I... I figured as much.
[exhales] But I had to at least try.
Wait.
As it happens,
I, too, am intrigued by Veronica's midnight burlesque.
So if I asked Evelyn to host the slumber party
and you know that witchy witch would,
and we went to the Babylonium,
we can never ever speak
of what we did or saw at the ghost show.
I'd be okay with that.
I'm good at keeping secrets.
Me, too, dear Midge.
Perhaps it's time we both confide in each other.
Maybe on Halloween night,
after the festivities?
I'm on pins and needles.
[Featherhead] Mr. Jones,
are you aware that your friend Ethel Muggs went missing last night?
She escaped from The Sisters of Quiet Mercy.
Ain't that a bite?
No, no, I had no idea.
So if we searched your train car,
she wouldn't be there?
Oh, please, go ahead. Door's unlocked.
Uh, but, uh, if you could just not trash it like you did last time.
The place is practically The Waldorf now. [chuckles]
Can I go?
[woman cackling]
[music playing on record]
Dang.
Your mom's costume work is top notch.
Yeah, she was keen to do it.
Started to get the weeps 'cause she said it was probably the last time
she'll be sewing Halloween costumes.
[chuckles]
Until she has grandkids.
What do you think Betty's going as?
Maybe a princess?
Or Rosie the Riveter?
Man, I can't believe how much she knows about fixing up cars.
Yeah, how'd that happen anyway?
Her fixing your jalopy.
Did you ask or did...
-Did she offer? -Nah, she offered.
But the truth is, I was kind of getting vibes off her.
You know? Vibrations.
Well, trust me, I know.
If I'm being honest, I've been getting vibes from Betty
since way before you got to town, so...
And I still am.
[chuckles]
You don't think Betty wants to make it
with one of us tonight, do you?
I hadn't considered that,
but...
She ain't blind.
Well, she might want to get with me, Reg.
Like I said, we do have a history.
[sighs] Yeah...
Well...
Let's make a pact then.
If something goes on between Betty and one of us,
as soon as we start feeling which way she's leaning,
then the other guy peels off and vamooses.
What do you say?
You got yourself a deal there, Buck Rogers. [blows air]
["Voodoo Drums" playing]
♪ Voodoo drums ♪
♪ Beating in my heart ♪
♪ Telling me I'll never leave my island ♪
♪ Voodoo drums... ♪
Jughead!
Welcome to the Madhouse of Mystery.
Who's your friend? Or should I say fiend?
Bernie, this is Ethel.
You-- you may have met. She's been here a couple times.
Hi. Happy Halloween.
And to you!
Uh, get yourself a snootful and settle in.
It's gonna be a crazy night.
Okay, let's enter the fray.
Ask around. See if anyone knows about the origin of the milkman comic.
Good evening, ghouls and boils,
to what I'm sure will be
the most electrifying night of your life.
[Hal] I'm your host...
Well, thanks for volunteering to be our kid tonight, Dilton.
Yeah, Doiley. You're really going above and beyond your duties as waterboy.
It's no sweat, fellas.
It's kind of hard to say no to a girl like Betty.
♪ Oh, I knew somehow ♪
♪ Someone will plead ♪
♪ "I need you," desperately ♪
Well, boys, how do I look?
Wow! Gee whiz, Betty, you look... tremendous.
Ring the bell. I'm knocked out.
-[giggles] -Who are you supposed to be?
Goldilocks, of course.
You know, she couldn't decide on a bed,
so she tried all three.
Shall we head out and see where the night takes us?
[sultry music playing]
A doctor of dentistry.
[scoffs]
Well, what are you complaining about?
["Dead" playing]
[doorbell ringing]
[all] Trick or treat!
♪ I was jamming Through the graveyard Round twelve-oh-five ♪
♪ I saw a ghost and zombies Lookin' very much alive ♪
♪ I was alone And bewildered... ♪
[Bulldogs howling]
[song playing loudly on car radio]
-Whoo! -Yeah!
[tires screeching]
That's it. I'm going home.
Wait, Dilton. We're just getting started.
I'm dressed as a pumpkin head,
and Julian and those clowns have baseball bats.
I'm doneski.
It's okay, Dilton.
You've been a swell sport tonight.
You can go home.
Yeah, we've got a cemetery to get to anyhow.
["Hell" playing]
[people laughing, clamoring]
♪ In the afterlife ♪
♪ You could be heading For the serious strife ♪
♪ Now you make The scene all day ♪
♪ But tomorrow There'll be hell to pay ♪
♪ In the afterlife ♪
♪ You could be headed For the serious strife ♪
♪ Now you make The scene all day ♪
♪ But tomorrow There'll be hell to pay ♪
♪ People, listen attentively ♪
♪ I mean About future calamity... ♪
You made the scene.
As promised.
Well, you look fab as a flapper.
How did it shake out with the rest of the Vixens?
As far as anyone else is concerned,
Midge and I have been stricken with a 24-hour influenza
and we're self-quarantining.
Well, it means a lot to me that you came
and that you're willing to perform.
Veronica is over the moon about it.
So am I.
Well, as you say, it's Halloween.
If we can't let our masks slip tonight, then when can we?
Come on, let's get you ready.
♪ Teeth are extruded And bones are ground ♪
♪ And baked into cakes Which are passed around ♪
[oldies pop music playing]
So, Randall, you didn't write The Milkman Cometh?
No, but I sure wish I had.
Best story Pep published last year.
Sorry I can't be more help.
Jonah, did you write The Milkman Cometh?
No, and between us,
I didn't think it was such great shakes either.
Did you write The Milkman Cometh?
Or do you know who did?
The Milkman?
Yeah. That was one of Ted's stories.
-Ted? -Ted Sullivan.
-Journeyman writer. -Ted. Ted Sullivan?
Is he here?
Uh, no.
Ted's dead.
A few weeks after his milkman story was published,
they found him kaput in his apartment.
Dead? How?
Hung himself,
left a note saying he'd never write
another story as good as the milkman one.
It's a metaphor. A critique of America.
It's saying that the enemy is us.
What are you talking about?
The enemy is here at home.
It's not Mother Russia.
It's not the communists.
It's not the Axis of Evil.
It's us.
We're the enemies.
Wholesome, conforming, homogenous America.
[eerie music playing]
[Reggie and Betty howling]
[all laughing]
[howling continues]
You know why wolves howl, don't you?
To attract a mate.
And how do you know that?
We've got lots of wolves in Duck Creek.
Packs and packs of them.
Well, must have made it
pretty scary growing up there.
More like exciting.
[Betty] Hmm.
Though they never caused me any trouble.
Maybe because they recognized a fellow...
alpha.
Is that what you think you are?
An alpha?
-Uh... -[vehicle approaching]
[Bulldogs howling]
[Reggie] Damn. Julian and his goons are still out.
Well, that's not good.
[both chuckle]
Wonder where the rest of our wolf pack is.
Gosh, Archie, I'm so sorry.
I didn't even think about the fact that--
It's okay.
I'm okay.
I was just thinking about how my mom and dad
used to take us trick or treating.
Remember that?
[chuckling] Of course.
You remember the year we dressed as Becky Thatcher and Tom Sawyer?
Of course I do.
I went barefoot, stepped on a nail.
[laughs]
Right.
We've been friends for a really long time.
Yeah, we have been.
Feels like I've known you my entire life.
I feel the same way.
Hey, so where's this haunted house, anyway?
Well, come on and let me show you the way.
If you're brave enough.
[Archie] So this is where it happened.
The murder you guys were telling me about.
Yes.
It's hard to imagine your life ending so...
suddenly, violently.
[gulps] My dad used to say, "Seize the day."
Like, is your next moment gonna be your last before the big chill?
I'm gonna go see if there's any Eleven-Up in the refrigerator.
[Archie clears throat]
[softly] Hey...
I'm gonna cut out of here.
No, you don't have to do that.
Come on, Andrews.
I saw you two in the cemetery holding hands.
You don't need a seismograph to pick up those vibrations.
Okay, Reg. If you say so.
I do.
[Betty] Well, they're warm,
but I found some orange sodas in the icebox.
Where'd Reggie go?
Oh, he got tired.
Called it a night.
That's too bad.
Yeah, isn't it?
[Veronica] Gals and ghouls.
Thank you all for coming out tonight.
In just a few minutes,
we'll be screening our midnight feature, Frankenstein,
starring my godfather, Boris Karloff.
But before we do that,
you were all promised a resurrection tonight and a floor show.
[all cheering]
Well, Veronica Lodge,
or should I say Victoria Frankenstein,
keeps her promises.
So without further ado,
I give you the electrifying return
of the four dead Riverdale High students.
So enjoy.
And don't dream it, friends.
Be it.
[rock music playing]
[all cheering]
♪ It was great When it all began ♪
♪ I was a regular Frankie fan ♪
♪ But it was over When he had the plan ♪
♪ To start working On a muscle man ♪
♪ Now the only thing That gives me hope ♪
♪ Is my love Of a certain dope ♪
♪ Rose tints my world ♪
♪ Keeps me safe From my trouble and pain ♪
♪ I am just seven hours old ♪
♪ Truly beautiful to behold ♪
♪ And somebody should be told ♪
♪ My libido Hasn't been controlled ♪
♪ Now the only thing I've come to trust ♪
♪ Is an orgasmic rush of lust ♪
♪ Rose tints my world ♪
♪ And keeps me safe From my trouble and pain ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ It's beyond me ♪
♪ Help me, Mommy ♪
♪ It'll be good, you'll see ♪
♪ Take this dream away ♪
♪ What this? Let's see ♪
♪ I feel sexy ♪
♪ What's come over me? ♪
♪ Here it comes again ♪
♪ Oh, whoa ♪
♪ I feel released ♪
♪ Bad times deceased ♪
♪ My confidence has increased ♪
♪ Reality is here ♪
♪ The game has been disbanded ♪
♪ My mind has been expanded ♪
♪ It's a gas That Frankie's landed ♪
♪ His lust is so sincere ♪
[crowd gasping, cheering]
♪ Whatever happened To Fay Wray? ♪
♪ That delicate Satin-draped frame ♪
♪ As it clung to her thigh ♪
♪ How I started to cry ♪
♪ 'Cause I wanted to be dressed Just the same ♪
♪ Give yourself over To absolute pleasure ♪
♪ Swim the warm waters Of sins of the flesh ♪
♪ Erotic nightmares Beyond any measure ♪
♪ And sensual daydreams To treasure forever ♪
♪ Can't you just see it? ♪
♪ Whoa ho ho! ♪
♪ Don't dream it ♪
♪ Be it ♪
♪ Don't dream it ♪
♪ Be it ♪
[Kevin] ♪ It's beyond me ♪
♪ Help me, Mommy ♪
♪ God bless Lili St. Cyr ♪
[crowd cheering]
[Julian] Well, well, well.
If it isn't Mantle the magnificent.
I'm just walking home, Julian.
Oh, come on.
Don't be such a stick in the mud.
We're going across the bridge to Greendale
to raise some hell. Hop in.
Come on. Join the fun.
Unless you've got something better to do.
-Move over. -[Julian chuckles]
[Julian] Attaboy.
[rock 'n' roll music playing]
Well, here we are, I guess.
Here we are, just the two of us.
-I'm really nervous. -[chuckles softly]
And I think I wanna kiss you.
I feel exactly the same way.
[romantic music playing]
[bottles clinking]
[ominous music playing]
-[gasps] Oh, my God. -What is it?
There's someone out there.
There's no one out there. What did he look like?
This is gonna sound Looney Tunes,
but he looked like a... a milkman.
-A milkman? -Let's just go, Arch.
Let's... let's go.
All right, let's punch it.
Well, gents,
looks like we had ourselves a smashing success.
For the ages.
I was in on the gag, and even I had goose pimples.
All of which makes me think.
What if we institute a weekly midnight movie,
a monster flick,
or something fun and campy?
It sounds like a gas.
But, uh, Veronica,
Kevin and I, we, um...
wanted to talk to you about something.
Oh.
What's that?
How long have you been living at the Babylonium
and... and why?
Is it trouble with your parents?
[chuckles]
Look at you two Hardy Boys.
All right, you fellas got wise to me.
I am staying here.
But there isn't a problem.
There's nothing wrong.
The Pembrooke is merely undergoing renovations.
That's all.
I'll be back in my regular digs before Thanksgiving.
Now skedaddle.
And truly, everything's peachy.
[soft music plays]
[Cheryl] Midge, Fangs...
I don't know what to say about your happy news, except congratulations.
Oh, Cheryl, I've been dying to tell you the truth for ages.
Well, of course your secret is safe with me.
Not to take anything away from my honey bun,
but you two had a pretty big moment during the floor show.
That was some kiss.
Yeah, I'm not complaining,
but it was pretty brazen, Cheryl.
If I'm ever challenged about it,
I will simply explain that I was possessed
by the Halloween spirit.
Can I just say that I'm really happy that us four put our masks away?
Even if it was only for one short, magical night.
I wholeheartedly concur.
[ominous music playing]
Well, despite our boogeyman ending,
this was the best Halloween of my entire life, Betty Cooper.
Mine, too.
Elizabeth?
Mrs. Cooper?
Why are you out so late?
Mom, I thought you weren't my mother anymore.
I'm not, but you still live in this house,
so get your butt inside right this instant!
Get!
[softly] Damn it.
["Envenaname los Labios" playing]
[sighs]
[inhales]
[sighs]
[chuckles softly]
Do you want to come in?
Oh, I... I would, but I'm pretty tuckered out.
Plus, I haven't fed Hot Dog tonight,
so I'll just see you tomorrow.
Or later today, I guess.
Is that hunky-dory?
Yeah.
Sure. Good night, Jug.
Good night.
[ominous music playing]
[door opens]
Oh...
I thought you were the milkman.
Milkman?
I heard his bottles earlier today.
I thought he might have come back.
You heard his...
Ethel!
[grunts]
[grunts, groans]
Jeepers.
[panting]
I told everyone it was a milkman.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Frank] Archie. Archie, wake up.
Come on, get dressed.
Uncle Frank, what's wrong?
There's been some kind of accident.
Car full of Bulldogs went off the bridge and into Sweetwater River.
When was that? Are there any survivors?
We don't know yet.
[tense music playing]
[bell chimes]