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ARCHER: Oh, come on, how long

are you guys gonna stay mad at me?

CYRIL: What, for getting us all arrested for smuggling

cocaine into Colombia? RAY: Probably the rest

of our damn lives. CYRIL: Well, shouldn't be

very long, since we're headed to La Culebra, the most dangerous

prison in South America. (chuckles)

ARCHER: Well, Cyril, when we get there and I join the

toughest gang, don't hold your breath for a bid.

RAY: A bid? CYRIL: They're prison gangs,

not frats! ARCHER: And don't call a

fraternity a frat! COP: ?Callate!

(Archer grunts, groans) (cops laughing)

ARCHER: No, I'm fine. Don't worry about me.

COP: And don't worry about La Culebra, gringos.

You are not going there. CYRIL: Oh, well, that's good.

Is that good? It doesn't sound very good.

Why does that sound really, really, really bad?

ARCHER (sighs): Because they're gonna kill us.

CYRIL: What?! (cops laughing)

COP: Unless you got maybe $100,000 U.S. on you.

ARCHER: Well, not on me, on me, but...

(cops guffawing) CYRIL: Hey, but when we're

digging out own graves, they're gonna get cocky, and then we

whang 'em with our shovels, right?

ARCHER: Cyril, this isn't an episode of B.J. and the Bear.

RAY: That was? ARCHER: It's the jungle--

nobody digs graves; they just kneel you down by a ditch and

put a bullet in your... CYRIL: Cow!

ARCHER: Why would they shoot your... cow!

(yelling, grunting, gasping)

(birds chirping)

ARCHER: God... (crashing)

(birds chirping)

ARCHER: ...damn.

(Archer groaning, chuckling) ARCHER: Well, now I'm almost

afraid to say any--

(Archer groans) Eat a dick, jungle.

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CYRIL: Easy, easy. Careful!

ARCHER: Cyril, for the love of Christ, man!

CYRIL: Sorry. ARCHER: You have to shut up.

CYRIL: I am. Starting now.

Starting... now. ARCHER: Cyril...

CYRIL: Sorry. (gasps) (animal growls in distance)

What was that? ARCHER: Probably a jaguar

excited about being magnificent and crepuscular.

But I need you to focus on me, because if, by some miracle, I

get the keys... (Cyril gasps)

...and then, by some other even bigger miracle, get us out of

these cuffs... (Cyril sneezes)

I am gonna beat the shit out of you, Cyril!

RAY: I'm gonna beat the shit of both of y'all.

CYRIL: Oh, my God, Ray! ARCHER: You're alive?!

RAY: What, did y'all think I was dead?

CYRIL: Well, I just assumed. ARCHER: Yeah, I totally did.

RAY: And you didn't even take a moment?!

ARCHER: I mean... RAY: Oh, screw you guys!

ARCHER: W-Wait. What is in your mouth?

GILLETTE (muffled): Nothing. ARCHER: It's the keys!

CYRIL: He's eating the keys? ARCHER: Ray, don't you eat

those keys! RAY: I'm not eating the

goddamn keys. CYRIL: Waagh!

RAY: Ow! CYRIL: What are you doing

down there? RAY: What do you think

I'm doing? (chain rattles)

CYRIL: Oh. (chuckles) sorry. ARCHER: Do me! Do me, do me,

do me, do me, do me! Ray, do me! RAY: Ow! Ow! Ow!

ARCHER: Sorry. Do me, please. RAY: First, promise you

won't ad at me. ARCHER: I... Wait.

Why would I be mad at you? RAY: Because you're an

asshole! MALORY: I beg your pardon?!

LANA: Since Cyril's not here, I'm helping Cherlene redline her

record contract, and I think we should move on.

They're not gonna let you kill a guy.

CHERLENE: What about a dwarf? MALORY: What about Sterling?!

CHERLENE: Wait, he's a dwarf now?

MALORY: He's missing! With God knows how much of our

dwindling cocaine, and no one's doing anything to find him!

LANA: If he calls here, my plan, in its entirety, is to ask

him where he is. PAM: It has a simple

elegance. MALORY: Well, have you tried

calling him? (auto-dial beeping)

MALLORY: What? (techno music playing)

PAM: Yaaaayyyyy! CHERLENE: Wooooooooo!

FEMALE VOICE: The mailbox of...

ARCHER: ...Ar-Ar-Archer... FEMALE VOICE: ...is full.

Leave it. MALLORY: All right!

Turn it off! Turn it off! (voicemail message repeating)

LANA: I can't! It's... ARCHER: Ar-Ar-Archer. Archer.

KRIEGER: Rrgh! Rrgh! Rrgh! ARCHER: (voice slows):

Archer... Archer... PAM & CHERLENE: Aw.

KRIEGER: Okay, so he forwards his phone here.

That's easy. Then he taps the phone line into

the intercom. They're both low-voltage.

No big deal, but that's patched into the actual house wiring,

obviously one-ten AC, which means he must have wired a

transformer in the circuit somewhere, but he's got all

these fake wires in here that don't connect to any...

(Malory sobs) MALORY: Is this all just a

game to you people?! My God, I'm broke, my husband

kicked me out of my own home, we're running out of cocaine,

and on top of all that, my son is missing!

LANA: Um, okay, if Archer calls, I'll...

MALORY: No, please don't disturb me.

I think I'm getting a migraine. (whistle blows)

CHERLENE: Outlaw country! Wooooooooooooooo!

MALORY: I honestly don't know how much more I can take!

(Cherlene chuckles) LANA: Wow. I think she

seriously might be, like, nearing the end of her rope.

PAM: Hey, speaking of rope... LANA: You want cocaine?

PAM: Yay! ARCHER: Goddamn it!

RAY: How is this my fault?

ARCHER: Because why do you always get paralyzed?!

RAY: Because why do you always crash every goddamn

vehicle I get in?! ARCHER: I didn't crash it!

That crooked idiot, drunk murdering cop did!

CYRIL: Uh, yeah, speaking of, these guys don't look too

good. (cop coughs very weakly)

ARCHER: Well, they're gonna look even worse when they're

jaguar poop! CYRIL: What? We can't just

leave them here. ARCHER: As opposed to what,

Cyril?! You and I sling them over our

shoulders and climb 200 feet straight up a cliff without

a goddamn rope?! CYRIL: I...

RAY: Wait. Where am I in that scenario?!

ARCHER: I guess getting pooped out of a jaguar!

CYRIL: Well, we definitely can't leave Ray!

ARCHER: We have to! Ray, I'm sorry.

RAY: No, you're not! ARCHER: I am, actually,

which, whatever, but... (gun cocks)

CYRIL: We are not leaving Ray!

ARCHER: What do you even think you're doing?

CYRIL: I am taking command! (Archer and Cyril laugh)

CYRIL: Hey, I'm serious! ARCHER: Oh, my God.

Okay. Oh, that's really funny.

Thanks, Cyril. I-I think we needed that.

RAY: We did. We really did.

ARCHER: Oh, man. Now give me the goddamn weapon.

ARCHER: You nut! (Cyril laughs)

CYRIL: Thought you were gonna hit me with it.

ARCHER: I was. Okay, so how do we get Ray and

his useless legs out of here? RAY: Well, now, I

actually have some thoughts on that.

ARCHER (sighing): Goddamn it. RAY: I think it's a

pretty good plan, y'all. ARCHER: No, it isn't!

We might as well slather ourselves with whatever it is

crocodiles eat, and swim down! CYRIL: What do crocodiles

eat? ARCHER: Everything!

They eat everything! And fear is their bacon bits.

CHERLENE: I don't understand what you're saying.

LANA: Damn it! Look, I think Malory is

genuinely going through a really hard time right now, so I think

we should do something nice for her.

CHERLENE: I don't understand what you're say...

LANA: Goddamn it! PAM: I'm with you, Lana.

It freaked me out seeing her cry like that.

It was like seeing my dad cry. LANA: Crying because...?

PAM: (splutters) Name it. He's a gigantic pussy.

Oh, my God, when my mom died? Hey, and speaking of pussies...

LANA: A Long Island Iced Tea? I'm not even supposed to drink

regular iced tea. PAM: Yeah, this is a Long

Island. CHERLENE: Yeah, stupid!

Your words. LANA: Shut up!

And, okay, so what would cheer Malory up?

What does she like? PAM: Archer and money and

liquor. LANA: Besides that.

CHERLENE: Some different liquor.

PAM: You know what always cheers me up...

LANA: We're not giving her cocaine.

PAM: I was gonna say cock. CHERLENE: Yeah, stup... Ow!

LANA: You done? CHERLENE: I am. Thank you.

LANA: Ass. And Pam, that's not a bad idea.

PAM: Hmm. I don't know if I'd be comfortable with that.

I mean, even for me, it's... LANA: Let me stop you before

you say what it is you think I'm talking about.

PAM: Getting shitty drunk on two different kinds of liquor,

dressing up like Mr. Archer, and banging the old lady with

a strap... Ow!

LANA: That's not what I had in mind.

PAM: Okay, good, 'cause the the dressing up like Mr. Archer

part makes it kind of weird. LANA: I...

PAM: I'd have to be super drunk, like so drunk I bet I

wouldn't even enjoy...! Ow! (Pam clears her throat)

Okay, so what's your plan? CYRIL: Well, eventually, we

have to come to a village or whatever, and maybe we can

barter with them for a ride, or...

ARCHER: Barter with what, Cyril?

CYRIL: I don't know. Maybe the gun, or...

ARCHER (laughing): Yes! Great idea, yeah, Cyril.

Let's give an M-16 to a bunch of wild Indians!

CYRIL: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey! RAY: Goddamn,

Huckleberry Finn! ARCHER: What?! I don't think

it's racist to assume that a previously uncontacted tribe of

indigenous peoples might react unpredictably, perhaps even

wildly, to a bunch of white guys who walk up and hand 'em a

goddamn M-16! CYRIL: Oh, okay.

I didn't know in your scenario the indigenous people were

uncontacted. RAY: Totally different

scenario. CYRIL: In which, no, you

obviously wouldn't just want to hand them an M-16.

RAY: 'Cause they'd be, like, "What?!"

Or whatever their word for that is.

MALORY: What? LANA: A spa day!

MALORY: What? No. I can't go out like this.

LANA: No, no, no! That's the best part.

It's here! MALORY: Then it's not a spa

day. It's just a bath!

I want to go back to sleep! LANA: Well, after this,

you'll be so relaxed. MALORY: I took three Valium!

If I get any more relaxed, I will literally die.

LANA: Okay, well, that's also good... because you may not

actually find this to be all that relaxing.

MALORY: What the...? Why are they dressed like that?

LANA (sighing): That was the only way they'd do it.

CHERLENE: Strip! PAM: Yay!

CYRIL: Wait. What? ARCHER: Crocodylus acutus!

And maybe even... Are we in the Orinoco drainage

basin? CYRIL: How should I know?

ARCHER: Okay, so maybe Crocodylus intermedius is in

play! Not to mention four kinds of

caiman, including the Black Caiman, which can grow up to

22 feet! RAY: Is that why you're

up on those goddamn cans? ARCHER: Yeah, if a big bull

croc slithers up on the raft, I'm gonna pour a ring of gas

around me and set it on fire. CYRIL: Why...?

ARCHER: Cyril, they can't chomp through fire.

Although, I have no reason to think that.

CYRIL: Why are you so scared of crocodiles?

ARCHER: Gee, I don't know, Cyril.

Maybe deep down, I'm afraid of any apex predator that lived

through the K-T extinction. CYRIL: The...?

ARCHER: Physically unchanged for 100 million years, because

it's the perfect killing machine-- a half-ton of

cold-blooded fury, with a bite force of 20,000 Newtons, and

stomach acid so strong, it can dissolve bones and hooves.

And now we're surrounded, those snake-eyes are watching from the

shadows, waiting for the night. RAY: Waiting

For the night!

ARCHER: Damn it, Ray!

RAY: Ooh-hoo! ARCHER: Keep your voice down!

RAY: Why?! Crocodiles don't have ears!

ARCHER: They absolutely have ears, shit head!

RAY: Well, so do I, and you just talked yourself out of

a hat! (all yelling)

CYRIL: Jeezy Pete's! ARCHER: Way to go, Ray.

Now he's got a taste for... (yelling)

RAY: Oh, my God! CYRIL: Shoot it! Shoot it!

Shoot it! ARCHER: Uh, I can't!

RAY: Sweet Jesus God, then at least shoot out my eyes

so I don't have to see! (yelling)

Oh, my God! CYRIL: What is happening?

(yelling) Oh, God!

RAY: Oh, boy. (groaning and crying)

No. (Archer groans)

(Gillette and Cyril crying) (growling)

ARCHER: Huh. (Cyril and Gillette whimpering)

I thought that was gonna be way more... epic-fireball-y.

(Gillette whimpers) CYRIL: Wuh-wuh, wuh-wuh,

wuh-wuh... ARCHER: Come, Cyril.

Pick one. Either have a stroke, or spit it

out. CYRIL: W-w-were you g-g-gonna

say, "A taste for human flesh?" ARCHER: No, I was gonna say,

"Hat," but now it's not funny. Well, not as funny.

RAY: It's all your fault.

It's all your fault. ARCHER: Which part, Ray?!

The part where I flipped our jeep down a cliff about 90

goddamn times, because I got drunk to cope with the fact I

was about to murder us in the jungle?!

RAY: Well, it-it... it's your fault we're in this stupid

jungle in the first place! ARCHER: Well, if we're gonna

go back to the beginning of time, Mother's the one who got

us arrested for treason, and then bought a ton of goddamn

cocaine! CYRIL: I thought you b-bought

it. LANA: Wait. What?

MALORY: Up! Up! Hands off the goods, mister!

PAM: Aw. MALORY: I said that's

ridiculous. Where would I get 2,000 pounds

of cocaine? LANA: But if you didn't...

Okay, so, where would Archer get that much coke?

MALORY: Well, who knows with him?

Maybe wherever he got that new kind of VD none of the doctors

had ever seen before. LANA: Wha?! When was that?!

PAM: Yeah, when was that? CHERLENE: Seriously, was...

MALORY: Trust me, if you had it, you'd know.

CHERLENE & PAM: Phew! LANA: Ugh. I loathe knowing

that I had sex with the same person as you two.

PAM: What? You had sex with me!

LANA: No, I... (gasps) Oh, my God, that's right.

MALORY: Ha! PAM: What are you laughing

at? MALORY: Oh, my God, that's

right. ARCHER: So if you dicks want

to blame somebody for our current predicament, blame...

RAY: You! I blame you! Archer! I blame you!

J'accuse! (flames whoosh, all yelling)

ARCHER: What was that, Ray?! (whistling)

(laughs): Sorry. I genuinely couldn't hear you.

(Cyril and Gillette crying) ARCHER: Jesus, what is wrong

with you two? CYRIL: What's wrong?!

What's wrong is we're about to be on fire!

RAY: Do something! ARCHER: Uh, no?

RAY: Archer! ARCHER: Not until you

apologize. RAY: For what?!

CYRIL: Ray, goddamn it, just apologize!

RAY: I... Jesus Christ, I'm sorry!

ARCHER: There, was that so hard?

Okay! (Gillette coughing, sputtering)

CYRIL: What the hell are you... (coughing)

ARCHER: Crocodile repellent! CYRIL (coughing): What?!

ARCHER: We got to swim for it-- on three.

CYRIL: No, no, n... (grunts) Archer!

ARCHER: Sorry, three! Kick, Cyril, kick!

(Cyril coughing) (Gillette retching, coughing)

It's okay, stupid, I forgive you.

RAY: F... ARCHER: Forgive, yes.

Cannonball! Woooooo!!

(Cyril retching) (Gillette moaning)

ARCHER (chuckling): Oh... CYRIL: Oh, God, I think I

swallowed a leech. ARCHER: Well, the gas ought

to kill that. RAY: (coughs) You

asshole, you could've killed us! (Cyril clears throat)

Well?! CYRIL: Well, you did set the

raft on fire. RAY: Oh, my God, you

always take his side! CYRIL: I never, ever, ever

take his side. ARCHER: Blah, blah, blah,

some joke about you two having vaginas.

Come on, let's go. CYRIL: Go where?

ARCHER: Well, long-term, I was thinking home.

Short-term, I... Here, hold this.

(grunts) RAY: Go herd.

ARCHER: Short-term, somewhere that's not the crocodile version

of a drive-through. (crocodile snarls)

CYRIL: Sounds good! Here we go!

ARCHER: Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. CYRIL: I got it. (grunting)

ARCHER: Cyril. CYRIL: What if I need a gun?

ARCHER: Um... here.

CYRIL: Oh, come on. ARCHER: The only limit is

your imagination. Pyoo! Pyoo!

(Cyril sighs) PAM: Aw, look, she's almost

not terrifying. LANA: (sighs) Thanks, you

guys. I think the spa day took her

mind off Archer being missing, even if it almost got weird.

CHERLENE: She made it weird. LANA: No, you did.

Nobody wants an enema. CHERLENE: Some people...

LANA: Not with yogurt. PAM: So... you think those

guys are okay? LANA: I don't know.

I mean, if it were anybody else, I'd say no, but this is Archer

we're talking about so... probably not.

CYRIL: Oh, for... Can you not give it a rest?

RAY: Not until he admits he's been half-assing this

entire cocaine debacle from the get-go.

ARCHER: That's only because I thought it was gonna be way

easier. RAY: You think

everything's gonna be easy! ARCHER: It almost always is!

RAY: Aha! See? That's what I resent.

ARCHER: What do you resent, Ray, my muscly shoulders poking

into your tum-tum? RAY: I resent how you

never take anything seriously because you just assume

everything's gonna work out for you.

ARCHER: It almost always does!

(Cyril sighs) Case in point.

CYRIL: What the... RAY: Goddamn it.

CYRIL (quietly): Hey, do you think those guys are Doctors

Without Borders? ARCHER: Yes, Cyril, I do.

I bet those assault rifles shoot polio vaccine.

They're narcos, dummy. And that plane's probably loaded

with coke. Okay, here's the plan...

CYRIL: What? Are you crazy? RAY: You're out of your

mind. ARCHER: We have to get out of

the country, so we can either walk out-- which, no, no, we

can't-- or we can fly out in an airplane full of cocaine.

CYRIL: Ray is paralyzed. Who's gonna fly it?

ARCHER: Don't... That... Why would you worry about that

before you need to? CYRIL: What?

ARCHER: Why clog your brain with a bunch of hypothetical

maybe-what-if bullshit? CYRIL: Because...

ARCHER: Shut up. This is what we're doing.

So, Cyril, lock and load that stick.

(indistinct chatter)

(Gillette stifles a sneeze)

ARCHER (quietly): Manos arriba.

GILLETTE (whispering): Nice. ARCHER: You want to...

RAY: Oh, right. (cocks gun)

BOSS NARCO: Bueno pues, cuando est? cargado...

Ray: Manos...

Um...wait, what was it? Archer: Arriba! Goddamn it.

?Manos arriba! (Weapons cocking) Boss Narco: (Chuckles)

I don't think so, gringo. Archer: Drop your weapons! I'm serious.

I will shoot this guy right in the...

Boss Narco: (Laughs) What the hell is that?

Archer: Pyoo! Pyoo! (Narcos laughing)

Cyril: Suppressing fiiiiiire! (Narcos shouting)

Archer: Okay, okay! (Moans) Goddamn it, Cyril!

Cyril: Woooooo!! (Chuckles) Oh, geez, oh, geez, oh, geez! Sorry.

Archer: That's why I wanted you to be stick. Ray: Uh-uh!

Archer: Yeah, come on. It's been a long day. Boss Narco: Do you have any

idea who we are? Archer: Mmm... nope. Do you know who we are?

Boss Narco: No. Archer: Then blow me.

Cyril, make sure it's good and tight. (Archer chuckles)

Why are we not still doing phrasing? Cyril: Why are we still not

worrying about who's gonna fly the damn plane?! Archer: Oh, right.

?Oye, pendejos! ?Qui?n es el piloto? (Narcos snicker)

_

Cyril: Oh, you are kidding. Archer: Okay, Ray, ballpark,

- how long will it take you to teach me how to fly a plane? Ray: What... how long?

Cyril: I flew the space shuttle. Archer: Cyril, hush.

Big guys. Ray, how long... Ray: How long will it take

you, Archer, to admit you dick around every time we're in danger just to screw with

everybody because of your complete...

no, your utter contempt for your own mortality?

Archer: I mean... Yeah, duh. Ray: That's all I wanted.

(Grunts)

Oh, you could walk this whole time?

No, Cyril, of course I'm not mad.

I think what Ray did was awesome.

Okay, then, well you are an idiot.

Your words.

Which I guess, so am I,

since I just realized we can't land anywhere with all this cocaine on board.

Oh, my God, you guys, where are we gonna land?

Jesus Christ, woman, calm down.

We got 5 hours of fuel. We'll worry about that when we have to.

Guess I'm rubbing off on you, Ray.

- Goddammit! - What?

Why aren't we doing phrasing?

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