Archer.
Code name -- duchess.
Knowfrom berlin to bangkok as
The world's most dangerous spy.
So for us, this is - how you say? -- "A good get."
But not so good for you,
Mr. Archer, because you have information that I want.
And this may be old clichÃ©, but...
...we have ways of making you talk.
What, your little go-kart battery?
Golf cart. Whatever.
Would you pick an accent and stick with it?
Listen here, you little -- son of a bitch!
Now you did it.
What is the point of these simulations...
Crenshaw's arousal?
...if you don't take them seriously?!
How can I?!
Between his lame accent and the go-kart battery.
Golf cart! Shut up.
And speaking of lame, my code name --
Was chosen at random by the isis computer.
Random? It was your dog's name.
Ohh, duchess.
I loved her so much.
That it was creepy and pathetic?
And if you were half as smart as she was --
She wasn't too smart to die from eating chocolate!
Was she?
Exercise terminated!
All right, that's lunch, then.
Agent performance -- unsatisfactory!
At worst, that was "Needs improvement."
Jesus, archer.
You think this is a game?
No, I think jenga's a game.
What if I'd been real kgb?
I assume you'd be trying to suck a promotion out
Of some russian guy's cock!
Well, maybe I never get omoted..
And never will.
...because my mommy's not the boss!
And maybe you just got your face kicked off!
That is my foot in your face!
Smell the embarrassment!
Mother, did you see that?!
Mother?! Mother?!
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Uh...tone.
This is four-five-six laundry.
Your srts are ready...for a week.
Good morning.
Hey, you. I'm so hungry.
Just give me five minutes on my backhand, and
We'll see if there's a...
Is that a dog?! Oui.
Is it a dog?! Oui, that is abel
Oh, adorable!
Now get the hell out of here!
But you promised me breakfast!
You want breakfast? Try the diner!
You're obviously into greek!
Get it?
Thank you, ababelard.
It's a short list, woodhouse.
Two things we don't allow in here -- what are the
Dogs and your mother.
That's a very short list, isn't it?
Yes, but... What?
...you were quite, uh,
Insistent thatn exception be made.
No, no, no, because forget the dog rule
Because this pug is aming!
Watch this. Abegard, go.
Do you not hear that?
That's "Puttin' on the ritz," man!
*** Yes, sir.
But I'm not to be trusted, am I?
No, sir, but --
Stop. St up.
I have to go.
But if iind one single dog
Here when I get back, I'll rub
Sandn your dead, little eyes.
Very good, sir.
I also need you to go buy sand.
Yes, sir.
I don't know if they grade it, but...
Coarse.
One entire, whole week we've been calling you.
Highly unprofessional. Rlly?
Because I find your sweatiness unprofessional.
So we have something else in
Common, besides the fact that
Now both of our shirts reek of curry!
And when will y settle your account?!
When will you buy some dress shields?
This is not a dress! Are you serious?!
That's not a dress?!
Oh, god, with the curry again.
This shirt smells like indira gandhi's thong.
Bitte warten sie. Danke.
Bonjour!
Hey, you want to smell something?
Swear to god, mr. Archer, I have h. R. On speed dial!
Shut up.
Hey, krieger, you got to smell this.
Krieger?
Hey, you geeks want to smell something?
Archer, get the hell out!
What is it with you people?
Try to include people in your life, and then you --
Lana! Hey!
Hey, what does this smell like?
Um, like the dysfunctional asshole I broke up
With six months ago!
Oh, my god.
You're amazing! You are amazing,
Sweet stuff.
Want to do it again and put on some interracial porn?
God, it's like my brain's that tree and you're
Those little cookie elves.
Uh, just a second.
No, baby, don't answer that.
I have to. Sorry. It's mother.
Mother, hey. I cannot believe you.
Just a second. No, turn it on.
I-I can do both.
What?
So don't speak to me...
Ever.
And while you're not ever
Speaking to me, jump up your own ass and die!
Oh, real-- after all that h.R. Mediation?!
Really?! Yep!
After all the hard work pam did!
Is that archer? Ah, damn it.
Archer, hey. Go away.
Listen, about your operations account --
Cyril, not now. Yes, now.
Not a good time.
You got some serious discrepancies in your account.
No, cyril.
I'm sure you wouldn't use operational funds for
Personal expenses.
Come on, 22 black! 22 black!
22...
Black! Ass! Son of a bitch!
I -- uh -- not you, giant african man.
I'm -- I'm sorry. Can I offer you a drink?
W about this expensive prostitute?
That is a very serious implication, cyril.
Well, so is embezzlement.
Yeah?! Well, so is the fact that you
Some-crazy-how are screwing my ex!
Archer, please. What, is that not
Common kno-- you a know about cyril and lana, right?
Archer!
Of course, because if pam knows, then everybody knows
Because of pam's huge mth. Right, pam?
H.R. Mediations are supposed to be confidential,
Pam, you manatee!
And as for you, cyril, good day, sir!
Hey, wait! What about your...account?
Oh, I get it. Classic misdirection.
No, don't. You're so ugly when you cry.
Mr. Archer! I'm fine.
Is she in, or out eating a baby?
You stood me up again last night!
Last -- oh, yeah!
What happened was, um...
Did you see "Brian's song"?
Same thing pretty much happened.
I helped a guy with cancer.
Look, I'm really sorry, carol,
But I couldn't. It's cheryl!
I know, okay? Cheryl.
So to make it up to you... I'm ready.
Could you buzz me in?
Is that all you have to say?!
Yes.
Now tell me again how -- no, not that part.
Go back. Yes! The pepper!
Ohh! Yes! God! Oh, god!
Ohh! God damn it!
What the hell are you doing?!
What are you doing? I-I-I'm...
For your information, I've just
Been reviewing your operations account.
No. Yes.
No. Yes!
No! And it makes for fascinating reading.
Let's see.
You turned in an expense report
From berlin, where the german
Desk says you never checked in.
Oh, uh, berlin was -- ditto buenos aires.
Too busy to check in? Yeah.
Or alrey off to monaco?
I'm spying. Or was it majorca?
Ooh! Or tunis?!
Tunis kind of rings a bell.
Isis isn't your own personal travel agency!
It doesn't exist just so you can
Jet of to...whore island!
That's not a real place.
I have 50 agents who'd literally kill to move up
To your position.
And if you don't square your
Operations account by monday,
They won't need to.
Your position will be vacant!
Sterling!
Sorry, I was picturing whore island.
Have I made myself clear?
Are you -- you're looking for the answer "Yes."
Yes. Then yes.
Good. Then get out.
And for god's sake, take a shower.
Smells like a whorehouse in here.
Okay, your own fingers.
Nothing. Johnny bench called.
I see the foot's all better.
And I see you're still a hatche t-faced prick.
Mm, do you see that sign?
Uh, do you see that sign?
Well...
That's why -- so we don't get ants.
Because when your co-workers put food in the
Refrigerator, that's a bond of trust, okay?
And if you violate that trust, or the food --
There's my favorite section head.
I am dealing with the break-room problem.
Oh, good. You caught the, uh -- oh, wait,
I had something for this -- the
Pita predator!
You know what?
Sorry, let's just call it what it is -- food rapist.
Not a pretty name, is it?
Want some food that's supposed
To be cream-filled, I offer
These delicious doughnuts - in exchange for a favor.
A favor?! After how you treated me?!
Well your dolphin, pam!
Archer, she's down, all right?
Your dolphin! She's tapping out.
I think she peed. I had to get three stitches.
And I broke my watch.
And I'm sorry for that.
But I-I need your help, pam,
Because I-I'm...um...conducting
A mole hunt.
Gasp you should,
Because if you let me in the
Mainframe, I'll drop these doughnuts.
Then you can pretend they're
Marbles and you're a hungry,
Hungry......hungry hippo.
Hey, I know I'm supposed to be
Up my own ass right now, but...
Oh, is that what you want?! Yep.
Because that's how you get ants!
Cyril, my favorite section head!
What do you want? To apologize for my
Behavior, and also to -- what are you doing?
Oh, uh, just dicing veggies for dinner.
I always make lana stir-fry on friday.
Neat. Listen -- guess what we call it.
Stir-friday?
Wow, it's actually better.
It's all yours, so come let me in the mainframe.
Is this about your operations account?
No! Cyril!
I'm on a top-secret mole hunt.
Oh, yeah, pam mentioned that.
W-when?!
Well, she called a minute ago.
You know how pam loves to gossip.
Yeah, I need rug marbles. I know.
So come let me into the mainframe.
Okay, but I need to
Confirm this with your mother.
No! No.
I-I mean, cyril, what if she's the mole?
Think about it. Your own mother?
Think what that would do to me...
If we had to kill her... Archer.
...by stabbing her wrinkly neck...
With a knife.
Yeah, I can't let you in there.
"Can't" Or "Won't"? Either?
And after I gave you "Stir-friday."
That is much better. I know.
But if you want to access the mainframe, I guess
×Ö You'd have to break in.
Ä» Break into the isis mainframe.
Which is obviously ludicrous, as is this baby corn.
What is that about? Archer?
Isis headquarters makes fort knox look like a
Gingerbread house - only two means of ingress.
The first, at street level - impenetrable after 6:00.
×Ö The second, through an access door on the roof --
Ä» inexplicably unprotected.
But even if you zip-lined
Across, reached the access door,
And somehow made it into isis
Headquarters, you'd still have
To find the mainframe.
But wait -- it gets worse.
Inside, there are three
Countermeasure systems.
The first is pressur e-sensitive in the floor.
Even a mouse triggers it.
The second is sound-sensitive.
Anything above a whisper sets it off.
And the third system is
State-of-the-art voice activation.
Cyri..Figgis.
So, obviously, it would be a lot
Easier for me if you just
Disabled all that when you left
Work tonight, somehow.
Yeah.
That woulke me...
Uncomfortable.
God, everything makes you uncomfortable!
Just the tip? Just the tip.
Just the tip!
How was I supposed to know u' 're
Actose intolerant?
Because I kept screaming it! Well?
And this -- I'm just a secretary.
I don't have access to security whatevers.
Then get them from cyril!
How would I do that? Seduce him or -- or
Pam -- or both! I can't do that!
"Can't" Or "Won't"? Either.
That's how you want to play it?
Fine!
Are...you gonna pay for your lunch?
Just the tip. Uh...
Actually, I don't have any cash.
Can you...get it?
Sorry, I also need cab fare.
Oh, ugly duckling.
×Ö Bawk! Bawk!
Ä» Nothing, carol.
Now I have to break into isi
Headquarters in a $9 turtleneck.
And if it gets ruined, I'm gonna
Make you drink heavy cream,
You...carol!
Wow, that was actually pretty easy.
Thanks, new turtleneck.
Oh, f-- oh, and thank you, duffel bag!
Jesus, what else could go wrong?!
Exactly. You're not archer.
That's what's so great about
You -- that and the fact that
Your mother died in a fire. What?
I said, "Where are we on that stir agent kane.
What?! Yes. Confirmed.
Confirmed a naughty nelly's breaking our
After-work phone rules.
Cyril, there's been a break-in at isis.
What?! You think it's the mole?
God, you and pam. Pam's all right.
Okay, uh, I've got to go.
But it's stir-friday. Hooray!
But if I'm not here... Yeah.
Because after three months of
Whatever it is we're doing, I
Just think it's a little weird
That you can't leave me alone in your apartment.
I know I have trust issues, all right?
But it's archer's fault I'm like this.
And here we go.
All those years of the
Lying and the cheating and that
Thing with the mayonnaise -- it's fine.
Not to mention how
Messed up he is about his mother.
Do you know he called out her
Name once when we were -- fi-I-I-ne!
And here we are. All fine.
Cyril, come on.
Now who's the naughty nelly?
Yes? Hello? Hi. Who's this?
Cyril...figgis. I'm sorry.
Did you say, "Faggis"? Figgis.
What is it? Figgis.
Better not be pam. Not "Faggis"?
Figgis. I was very clear.
Hi, I'm a huge fan of
Cock, and my nam cyril...figgis.
Holy shit.
Our security is atrocious.
Seriously, it's really bad.
Password.
Hmm. Password.
How about "Guest"?
No way!
It can't be!
Jesus christ, that is just
Babytown frolics.
Okay, operations account.
Just how deep in the red am I?
Out of my mind?!
Oh, no! How?!
How did I spend that much money?!
Yeah, I know it's sexy, woodhouse.
That's why I bought 10.
Now arrange those by color. These are all black.
Oh, are they?
Or are five in a dark black and
Five in a slightly darker black?
And now I'm short a...slightly
Darker black one.
So le's just put all my
Expenses into...some pathetic
Idiot's account by the name of...
Oh! Crenshaw! Oh.
Oh, god! That's not very nice.
Hey, I was just
Talking about you...and about
How this isn't what it looks like.
A lot of that going around.
Yeah, it's an epidemic.
For example, my real name is kremensky.
Is that -- sound --
Is that jewish? It's russian.
Russian jewish?
I'm the mole, idiot.
I made up the mole.
Yes, but you told
Pam, and now everyone is looking
For a real mole.
God, do we hate pam.
So I have to escape.
And irony. But thanks for
Breaking into the mainframe for me.
Double irony.
I'll need $50,000 for travel expenses.
$50,000?! From your account.
That's too much.
It's all -minute bookings...for two.
Wha-- oh.
The notorious duchess to the
Kgb, I won't just get a
Promotion, I'll get my own dacha.
Too bad you'll never see it.
What the -- lana!
Crenshaw's a mole, and his
Name's not really crenshaw.
It's kremensky -- definitely
Russian, possibly a jew.
I don't know. Thoughts?
Yeah, shut up. And, you, drop it.
Or what? No, no, no.
Do not wind her up.
That is a big gun, and she is
Baby-crazy. Baby-crazy?!
That's why I dumped her.
Of shit!
I edduyou because're
Dragging around a 35-year-old
Umbilical cord! See?!
Baby shitas bout I
Because you're baby-crazy!
You want to see crazy?!
No, I've seen that
Movie, and -- spoiler alert --
It ends with a closetful of my
Suits on fire!
I wish you'd been wearing one!
Who would want to wear an on-fire suit?!
Cosplay enthusiasts!
What? W shit!
Do you even hear how
Totally bat-shit insane you sound?!
I'll tell you what I hear!
Yeah, please keep talking.
So, why are you
Sitting here in the car eating stir-fry?
It's stir-friday.
Mm, and lana said to. Crenshaw?
Ms. Archer?
What's this flap about a break-in?
Mother, look out! Crenshaw is a mole!
Oh, pam's as full of
Crap as she is of carbohydrates.
Now -- hey!
Not this time, you impossible bitch!
Also, you should all be nicer to pam.
I am always nice to her.
To her face.
Why aren't you in the car?
Somebody do something! Archer!
What are you doing, you idiot?!
Shut up. It's classic misdirection.
Looks like we've got a mexican
Standoff, kremensky.
How is this a mexican standoff?
Dumbass. I don't care if you shoot her.
I do. But what if I shoot her, mama's boy?
Sterling. Yes, picture her dead in the gutter...
Sterling!and what your
Pathetic life will be like
Without old mommie dearest.
Jesus christ! What?! What is it?!
He's got an erection! What?!
What the hell is wrong with you people?!
Nothing. You, on the other hand -- ow!
An erection?! Hey!
What's in there -- buckles?!
The thought of me dead gives you an erecon?!
No, just half of one.
The other half would have really
Missed you. I mean, not...
Ohnny bench called. Yeahe --
Crenshaw just stole $50, 000 fr archer's account.
Must have been doing it all along.
Uh, apology accepted, ass-douche.
Call him that again.
Make me! What? What?
Mother, do you see this?
I just don't understand.
This is a hostile work environment.
I would have known if we had a mole.
How? "How" What, dear?
How could you know if we had a mole? Uh...
Am taking hot pepper and slowly,
I'm rubbing it around -- god damn it!
Darling? Who was this? Who are you --
Comrade question?
And who are you -- comrade questions?
Comrade -- oh, shut up.
You and your erection.
And why are there doughnuts
Everywhere?! Lana did that.
Do you want ants?!
Because that's how you get ants!
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