All language subtitles for Archer.2009.S14E08(+5)

Uh, name?

Oh, my God.

Well, that's a grim way
to start the morning.

With coffee? Seems normal.

With watching
an assassination.

Technically, we don't know
that it was an assassination.

A drone shot a man in the head!

Which makes it
an execution, Cyril.

It's only an assassination
if he was famous.

Connor Fairchild,
former low-level

security guard at IIA.

Ugh, he was
always rude to me.

Well, who can't come
in the commissary

without their badge
now, Mr. Connor?

Is that too dark?

Connor is one of a dozen
former IIA employees

to be killed by drones
in the last 24 hours.

My memory is a little hazy--

Probably from all
the concussions.

-And drinking.
-And elderly dementia.

My memory is a little hazy,
but didn't we beat IIA?

Yes, the organization
was dismantled.

But until now,
most of the employees

survived, including us.

Technically, I was
never an employee.

I always fill out my start
paperwork incorrectly

so I don't have to pay taxes.

You know that's not
how taxes work, right?

All I know is, I haven't
paid taxes in 20 years

or gone to the dentist.

My point is,
someone has a grudge

against ex-IIA employees.

We need to figure out
who that is and stop them.

And until then, we keep
our heads on a swivel.

- Hmm.
- Hmm?

Okay, don't shoot
the messenger.

That's the drone's job.

But while I was
secretly temping at IIA--

- Double agent.
- Bless you.

Fabian asked me to place
an order for, let's call it,

5,000 weaponized smart drones.

What?

We don't know
that it's related.

But y'all,
it's probably related.

Oh, my God, I do not
have time for this.

The UN is holding hearings
today on private spy agencies,

and I've gotta make
a presentation

about all the good work
that we've done.

Ooh, I wouldn't
show them these videos.

We need to make sure
there are no new videos.

And it seems like
there's only one person

who can help us sort this out.

The dead barista?

Well, well, well,
look what the cat vomited up.

Um, that's not how that goes.

Idiot.

Sterling Archer. You look old.

And you look imprisoned.

Is that a squash court?

-What kind of prison is this?
-Uh, Swiss.

Remind me to get imprisoned
for war crimes in Switzerland.

I mean, if I commit war crimes,
which I won't.

Can we make this fast?

We can only reserve
the courts for an hour.

I don't believe we've met.

Zara Khan, formerly Interpol,
currently top agent

-at the Agency.
-What? Says who?

My achievements, dumbass.

Can we focus?

Any reason why drones
might be murdering

everybody who worked for IIA?

What? Oh, no-fault severance.

Should I punch you
before or after

you explain what that means?

At IIA, whenever we needed
to cut ties

with a troublesome employee,

we'd check a little box
in their file

called "no-fault severance."

And pop, out flew a drone.

Whatever second-rate
government bureaucrat

that's now
liquidating IIA must--

-ow!
-I got tired of waiting.

But also,
how do we turn them off?

You can't.

The drones are controlled
by an automated

facility in Liechtenstein.

And I'm the only one
with access.

Great, you're coming with us.

One, not your call.
Two, no, he's not.

Three, what achievements, Zara?

I'm afraid you won't get past

the fingerprint scanner
without me.

We will if I cut off your hand.

Well, there's also
a retinal scanner.

And your eye.

And the voice
identification--

And your vocal chords.

At a certain point,
bringing him seems easier

than bringing all these pieces.

We'll put them in a bag.

I'm happy to help
without being dismembered.

As a former IIA employee,
I'm a drone target myself.

And I'd prefer to enjoy
my daily bike ride

without being gunned down
from the sky.

Daily bike ride?

How the hell is your prison
life better than my free life?

We still have to break him out.

This is a Swiss prison.

Anyone with Interpol ID can
sign me out for the weekend.

Well, God bless Swiss prisons.

Best in the world.

They really focus
on rehabilitating

the whole person, you know?

-What is this?
-Insurance.

This stays on until
you're back in prison.

The whole mission?
What if you gotta take a leak?

-We'll hold it.
-A wise precaution.

But will it be enough?

Even now,
an army of IIA loyalists

is no doubt working
to secure my freedom.

Hmm. In that case...

I immediately have to pee.

Damn it, window seat.

-Pam, go across the aisle.
-No!

I'm not taking the window seat

with killer drones
on the loose.

Also, I still have to pee.

Maybe you should
have thought about this

before you handcuffed yourself
to two people?

Don't tell me what I
should have thought of.

But yeah, maybe.

If it's any consolation,
we won't be on the train long.

You seriously think people
are coming to help you?

Why wouldn't they?

Yeah, you know, you weren't

the world's greatest boss,

what with ratting out a lot of
people on your way to prison,

and now sending drones
to kill 'em.

Yeah, not great.

The board sent those drones.

And I only ratted as necessary.

You can fight about it
while I'm in the john.

- Where's the handcuff key?
- Oh, I don't have one.

What, why?

I'm committing
to the method, Pam.

The first thing a rescuer will
ask for is a handcuff key.

-Or a bone saw.
-No one carries those around.

Fine, I guess we're all
going to the bathroom.

Oh, God, no.

I'm not happy about it, either.

Hey, order us drinks--
lots of drinks.

Ooh, what looks good?

Ugh, I really don't care.

Well, I do.

It's my first time talking
to the United Nations.

Or-or is it before
the United Nations?

Do we address the nations?
Oh, my God. Lana!

Just let me
do the talking, okay?

And relax, all right?

The UN never actually
does anything.

I mean, these people
are total idiots.

Do you need
to turn this on or--

It's already on.

Hello, nations.

Nope, that feels wrong.

I'm trying my best,
you dicks.

I don't think these bathrooms
were designed

for three people
handcuffed together.

And I don't think sarcasm
makes this process faster.

Are you done?

- Haven't even started yet.
- What?

Tell this guy to stop
peeking through the cracks!

I can't help where my head is
based on where my arms are.

Whatever you're doing in there,

I promise
there's an easier way.

How's this way?

Huh, are we slowing down?

Yes, it's the end of the line.

Carlotta, my loyal number two,

come to my unnecessary
but grateful res--

-Someone's in here!
-We gotta get out of here!

After Pamela washes her hands.

I didn't touch anything.

Carlotta, watch your fire.

She's shooting at you, moron.
Come on.

- what's the problem?
- I'm not leaving.

You got three seconds, asshole.

And I'm shooting
your elbow in one.

Okay, okay.
Carlotta, they're trying to--

- You're welcome.
- For what?

-For rescuing you.
-They were rescuing me.

What?
They were trying to kill you.

Says the man who pulled me
out of a moving train.

Well, you're alive, aren't you?

Guys, I don't think
this tree is...

Nope, it's not.

They were obviously
trying to assassinate you.

What possible reason would
my employees have to kill me?

I think we're clear for now.

Uh, how about,
you made their lives miserable

and they hate you?

The brightest emerald is forged
in the hardest granite.

Hey, can we focus
on the real problem?

Being lost in the woods?

Hmm, the ex-IIA hit squad
coming for us?

-The drones?
-Oh, right.

Yeah, and if that hit squad--

AKA rescue squad.

AKA, you're delusional.

If the hit squad kills Fabian,

he can't deactivate the drones,

and they'll kill all of us.

So by the transitive property,

you must keep me alive.

That's not
the transitive property.

It's a contrapositive
conditional.

Well, on the bright side,
Ray and Zara

are probably already
coming for us.

Oh, my God!

Look at those mountains.

Um, Zara?

The drinks on this train
are free.

I got one for you,
but then I drank it.

These are for me.

Hey, whenever y'all
are done whispering

and pointing at shit,
can you bring me a mimosa?

Um, where are they going?

To Liechtenstein!

We're walking
to another country?

Unless you have a better idea.

Uh, yeah,
let the drones kill us.

I have an even better idea.

I defeat you in unarmed combat

and reunite with my cadre
of faithfuls.

Get your hand off my wrist.

I believe the parlance is,
compel me, brother.

Can you not
while I'm attached to you?

Any chance that's
a totally unrelated drone?

I mean, some.

Run!

Can we please stop
falling off things?

Oh, boy, they're coming.

Fabian, I hope you can hold
your breath for three minutes

because that's how long
I'm holding you underwater.

That won't work, I'm afraid.

These drones
are top of the line.

They cannot be fooled by water
or darkness or disguise.

They are relentless
and unbamboozable.

Maybe use a less silly word
for the drones

-coming to kill us.
-Screw the words.

What do we do?

Make peace
with the god you choose,

for the day of judgment
is at hand.

We're alive!

Uh, although, I guess
this could also be hell.

What just happened?

My guess,
Ray bought shitty drones

that couldn't detect us
through the mud.

But he spent
the entire drone budget.

Oh, what they don't know

can't kill them
won't kill them.

More daiquiri, Mr. Gillette?

What do you think, dummy?

Oi, more of these and these
and some crisps, yeah?

For me and those snobs
across the aisle

who clearly think
they're better than me.

And how long does it take
three people

handcuffed together
to use the bathroom?

Um, this doesn't
feel administrative.

Secretary General Hernandez,
a pleasure, as always.

I wish I could say the same.

Yeah, what's the deal here,
guys?

I thought this was basically
a meet-and-greet.

This is a disciplinary hearing

to determine
if independent spy agencies

will be allowed to continue
operating on the global stage.

What?
And you're telling me now?

I told your secretary.

Uh,
I'm an office administrator.

Cheryl, what are you
doing here?

I'm a surprise witness.

A surprise witness for what?

The United Nations.

We're in their house, silly.

So the surprise is against us?

Well, they offered me immunity.

Immunity from what?

We haven't done anything wrong.

-Well...
-Nothing legally wrong.

Oh, my God, Lana, when someone
offers you immunity,

you take it.

And all I had to do was
tell him all the bad things

we ever did ever.

Shall we begin?

- No.
- No?

No!
You already had your chance

to pee on the train.

My chance to pee
with the door open

that got interrupted
by a gunfight.

More than some people get.

Do those people
also have to hold it

while falling out
of a moving train

and then slogging
through a river covered in mud

that they can't clean off

or a cheap-ass drone
will come and kill them?

I also have to pee.

Don't worry.
You'll be peeing very soon.

Carlotta, thank goodness.

Tell my friends you're here to
rescue me and then kill them.

Rescue? I'm here to kill you.

You, them?

You as in you,
you pompous, abusive,

culturally ambiguous
middle manager.

Middle manager?

I led the company!

That's what you got from that?

Jesus, this is why
everyone hates you.

Carlotta, I assure you,
I did my best.

Anything you disagreed with,
that was the board.

There was no board!

You just made them up
to have someone to blame

for all your bad choices.

Whoa, that's actually
a good idea.

Technically, the board
did exist for a week.

And then had them killed.

Tell them I say hello.

Wait, he's the only one
who can stop the drones

that are coming to kill us all.

I'll take that risk.

-Ow! God damn it.
-Sorry.

Take it down!

What the hell, Archer?

Sorry, it was instinct.

To save me?

God, no, to save the mission.

Um, guys, do I have
as little mud on my face

as you do on yours?

How could I possibly
make that comparison?

Go!

Okay, state your name
for the record.

- Uh, pass.
- What?

I just prefer not to.

-You understand.
-I don't.

Well, the surprise witness
is surprising the surprisers.

No one at the office
is answering.

We are not ready for this.

Lana, our record
speaks for itself.

We do good in the world.

And Cheryl is
wearing them down.

State your name for the record!

Let's just move on
to the evidence.

Can you confirm that this
is the work of the Agency?

Yep. Uh-huh.

Uh, probably.

Yeah.

In our defense,
that was full of hydrogen.

Oh, God, I was wrong
about our record.

-We're monsters.
-Can you not?

Not what?

Pam, can you not look at me
while we're doing this?

You choose the handcuffs.

I chose where I look.
Boi-oi-oing.

They all hate me.

After everything
I did for them.

Okay.

On the bright side,
we made it to Liechtenstein.

Pants up and never
speak of this on three.

One, two, three.

Hey, I hear cars that way.

We can find a ride.

Seriously? We're almost there.

What are you doing, Fabian?

I'm giving up.

Let the drones take me.

For what is life without
the respect of my peers?

Hey, bud, you have my respect.

I don't really care
about that.

-You have my respect, Fabian.
-Really?

Yeah, you know,
I still hate you,

but you're
a semi-worthy adversary.

I feel the same way.

In spite of everything,
we're not so different.

No, I didn't say that.
We're very, very different.

You handcuffed us together
so we could bond.

Two lone wolves,
learning to survive as a pack.

I'm coming around
to death by drone.

Oh, shit, I hear
something else coming around.

Ha, ha, found our ride.

You mean the guys
that wanna kill us?

I have an idea.

You've been got--oh!

Oh, damn, dude,
that just popped right off.

Why was his neck so weak?

More importantly, how are
we all fitting on this thing?

-Hang on.
-It's a short drive.

Yeah, it better be.

Oh, God, crows are
pecking at the head.

I forgive you, friend.

Great, 'cause I'm about
to do it again.

Champagne to go.
I mean, who does that?

Switzerland does it.

Can you believe
the others spent

the entire ride in the toilet?

I did until a second ago.

-We're close.
-How close?

Time or distance?

Will we die
before we get there?

That depends on one thing:

the intimacy of our friendship.

Can you not say stuff like that
while we're penis to penis?

Just say nose to nose.

I was born
to an Albanian seamstress.

It was a breech birth.

For my fifth birthday, I was
gifted a kitten by my uncle

but gave it up upon
discovering a mild allergy.

What the hell are you doing?

Bonding by sharing traumas.

You call those traumas?
I never knew my father.

My mother started me drinking
at eight to keep me quiet.

I lost my virginity and my dog
to a Brazilian au pair.

My archrival killed and later
dated my one true love.

Thank you for sharing.
I see you.

I wasn't connecting.

I was one-upping.

Damn it, probably shouldn't
have handcuffed my gun hand.

I can help. Give me a gun.

Better idea, I'll just
shoot myself in the face

and cut out the middleman.

Sterling, trust me.

We're all about to die.
Just give him the damn gun.

Ugh.

Bang, bang.

Just kidding, my friend.

I'm out.

- We're here.
- Brake!

Oh, dear God.

What is happening
with necks in this country?

We've got bigger problems.

Specifically,
lots of smaller problems.

-Are those--
-The good drones.

Well, if I have to die,
I'm glad it's next to friends.

Stop making this
something it's not.

Damn it, who buys
a drone with knives?

The same person with two thumbs

and no more champagne--
this guy.

I am still drunk
from the train.

Get inside
and deactivate these fuckers.

- Not cool.
- Excuse me?

What are you doing?

Speaking truth to power.

And the truth is,
this isn't cool.

You called us in here
for an ambush.

Mr. Figgis, this is
a fact-finding meeting.

Oh, yeah,
with quorum of member states

as required
to adopt a resolution,

per the UN rules of procedure?

That's what I thought.
You're grandstanding.

You already know
what you plan to do.

But guess what?
We're the Agency.

We're used to ambushes and bad
odds and terrible situations.

That's where we thrive--

because we're not just
the front lines.

We're a step beyond that.

If we do our job right,
there never is a front line.

So you can look at the screen
and see our failures, sure.

What the?

But the world you're living in,

the world you're
living in right now,

that is our success.

I tried. Your turn.

I don't have a gun.

You can't shoot me!

I never filled out
my starting paperwork!

You're welcome.

What the hell happened?

The door only allows
one person through at a time.

Getting pretty droney out here.

How do I deactivate the drones?

You can't, not without
my handprint for the scanner.

We almost made it all
the way, didn't we, friend?

I couldn't have made it
this far without you.

But I've got it
from here, friend.

Ow! What the shit?

Thanks for the hand, friend.

Protocol deactivated.

So how we all feeling?

Better than Fabian.

Can you believe he doesn't
wanna be friends anymore?

-You cut off his hand.
-For a good cause.

And I gave it back to him.

After you shot him
the bird with it.

That was Zara's idea.

- And it was hilarious.
- Thanks.

It's not
my first dismemberment.

Going forward,
no more cutting off hands

and taunting people with them.

The UN came after us today,
but we really dodged a bullet

by saving them from bullets.

I just wanna say
I was only siding

with the UN for immunity.

Yeah, you told us.

Oh, no. Uh, guys?

In light of recent events,

it is with
overwhelming support

from our member nations
that this council votes

to declare all
private independent

spy agencies illegal.

They will be given
30 days to disband.

Is that 30 calendar days
or business days?

God damn it.

Made in Georgia.