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(alarm wails) (fierce whistling) (explosion)

CHERLENE: Woooo! Outlaw country! Outlaw co...

(gags) LANA: Stop it. CHERLENE (hoarse): Make me.

(whistling, explosion) MALORY: Lana. Are you crazy?

LANA: No, she is. See? MALORY: Let go of her throat,

She-Hulk, those pipes just sold a million records. CALDER�N: Which is amazing,

can you believe it is so amazing? Everyone, toast.

(explosion) MALORY AND LANA: Whoa! COMANDANTE: Presidente, this

is no time for toast. CALDER�N: Wha... No, not "toast," a toast.

A toast. COMANDANTE: It is even less the time for that.

MALORY: Calm down, Colonel Panic. Listen-- the shelling has

stopped. (Pam grunts loudly) (dishes break)

RAY: Damn it, Pam. CALDER�N: Why the hell did you do that?

PAM: So we can scrooch down behind it. MALORY: The shelling...

has stopped. PAM: Oh, did you just say that?

LANA: Goddamn it. Is everybody okay? MALORY: Yes.

CHERLENE: Yeah, I guess. CYRIL (laughing): I don't know.

CALDER�N: Wait a minute, where is my wife? MALORY: And where is

Sterling? ARCHER (muffled): What's that?

I mean, yes, what? What are we doing? MALORY: What are you doing?

CALDER�N: Why were you in the butler's pantry? ARCHER: I-I was, uh, I was

hiding because I was scared. CHERLENE: Yeah, right. LANA: Really.

ARCHER: Well, fairly. But I-I mean, I found a paper bag in there, and I did some

deep, uh... LANA: Breathing? ARCHER: Also, yes, so, hey,

what's the plan? CALDER�N: We must counterattack.

COMANDANTE: But, sir, I don't have enough troops. CALDER�N: Oh, my God, always

with the excuses. COMANDANTE: Sir, you have an entire battalion sitting idle

at the airport, so... CALDER�N: No, they are not sitting idle, they are...

COMANDANTE: Unloading the one million record albums you bought from this gringa.

ARCHER: What? CHERLENE: Wait, what? CALDER�N (soft laugh):

Surprise. JULIANA: Wait, what? LANA: Non-surprise.

ARCHER: Can you not? LANA: Can you not? CHERLENE: I thought people

liked me. JULIANA: I thought we were broke.

CALDER�N: I... that's... CHERLENE AND JULIANA: Do you have any idea how humiliating

this is? PAM: Jinx. (Cherlene sobs)

Inappropes. CALDER�N: Cherlene, wait. JULIANA (gasps): Well, now

it's your turn to be humiliated, Gustavo. Because for your information,

I just had... (gunshot) LANA: Cyril?

(Cyril grunts, exhales) ARCHER: Oh. My God.

The gun went off for, like, no reason. Surprise.

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(glass shatters) JULIANA: $10 million. On... on cowboy music?

CALDER�N: Eee! Cowboy music? COMANDANTE: Presidente,

please, permission to redeploy the troops at the airport. CALDER�N: Ay, aah!

Jesus Christ, fine. Whatever you want. COMANDANTE: Bravo Two, this

is Bravo Actual. Redeploy your troops to sector four.

JULIANA: Well, I am redeploying to my rooms. CALDER�N: Well, I am

redeploying to my rooms. MALORY: My God, why was she so upset?

ARCHER: Well, I think any time a spouse makes a major purchase without discussing it

first... MALORY: I meant Cherlene, you pea-wit.

Why does she care? Most singers would kill to have a record go platinum.

(Lana clears throat) LANA: Speaking of killing people.

ARCHER: Oh, my God, okay, first of all, he... Actually, yeah, Pam, let's hear

some Bee Gees. (Pam breathes deeply) CYRIL (high-pitched): Ha, ha,

ha, ha. PAM: Stayin' alive. (laughing): Holy shit, that

works. CYRIL: Agh. ARCHER: Yeah, so does Kevlar.

LANA: Wait, so does what? PAM: What, did you just want mouth-to-mouth?

CYRIL: I can explain. LANA: What is this, Meatballs?

You little... ARCHER: Racist. What?

Cyril, you wear Kevlar every single time we go to Latin America.

CYRIL: Because every time you shoot me. ARCHER: Whoa, whoa, whoa, not

every time. Mm, like, three out of four, tops.

You big baby. LANA: Also speaking of... MALORY: Ugh, here it comes.

LANA: No, actually, here it goes. I'm leaving.

Ray, airport, let's go. ARCHER: Have you lost your mind?

RAY: Seriously, I am not your servant. Ow, quit-quit...

Ow, ow, goddamn it! ARCHER: Not that. Lana, in case you haven't

noticed, this place is crawling with rebels. PAM: And not the good kind

you get drunk with at Myrtle Beach and cruise the strip in the bed of their monster truck

with a big rebel flag on it, flinging empty longnecks at people.

LANA: Yeah, those aren't actually the good kind, either. PAM: Now who's racist?

ARCHER: Those guys, Pam, those exact same guys you just described.

PAM: Oh. Well now I feel like an asshole. MALORY: When do you not?

PAM: Almost always. I really like me. MALORY: Baffling.

As is leaving before Calder�n pays us for that shipment of weapons, so...

LANA (scoffs): When was that supposed to happen? After a lovely dinner with him

and his freshly-banged first lady? MALORY: His...

What are you talking about? LANA: I'm talking about Archer, who just...

(gunshot) ARCHER: Oops. MALORY: Give me that.

ARCHER: Mother, be careful, that crazy thing's got a mind of its own.

MALORY: And it's not the only thing. Why can't you keep it in your

pants? ARCHER: Oof. (coughs): Oh, Mother.

(Cyril cackles) ARCHER: It's not funny, I actually use mine.

LANA: Yes, always. God, you're... What happened to no more

anonymous sex? ARCHER: I... we had already met.

LANA: Not the first time. ARCHER: The first time I thought she was the maid.

MALORY: Why would you have sex with a maid? ARCHER: That doesn't merit a

response, Mother, and the second time she blackmailed me. MALORY: How did she blackmail

you? ARCHER: By threatening to tell Calder�n about the first

time. MALORY: That's the honeypot. How could you fall for that?

It's Espionage 101. ARCHER: I know, it's pretty ironic.

But, also, I always fall for it. MALORY: And now what's to stop her from telling him about

the second time? ARCHER: Hmm. Nothing, (chuckles) she's crazy.

Ow, ow, Lana, quit it, ow. Ow, goddamn it. LANA: Asshole.

CYRIL: We're dead. You've killed us. ARCHER: Me?

I didn't have a follow-up... to that. MALORY: Oh, all right, Lana,

you win. PAM: Yay! LANA: Win what?

MALORY: We're leaving right now-- Ray? RAY: Already packing

mentally. MALORY: Damn it, man, forget your kimonos.

RAY: Oh, like I brought a huge stack. CYRIL: Five's a pretty big

stack. MALORY: Cyril, shut up and go find a vehicle.

Ray, find Cherlene. No matter what happens, we can't leave without her.

LANA: She said, suddenly oddly maternal. ARCHER: Right?

MALORY: She has to endorse the royalty checks. LANA (English accent): And

the penny drops. MALORY: You shut up, and the rest of you shut up and grab

anything valuable. Ooh, like that ridiculous white painting.

PAM: Wait, what about Krieger? MALORY: Oh, for...

Who cares about Krieger? RAY: Yeah. CYRIL: That's true.

PAM: Plus, I bet the vampires got him. (Krieger whimpers)

(sobbing) CLONE: So... now will you join us... brother?

KRIEGER (sobbing): Yes...(sobbing) CLONES: Clone bone!

KRIEGER: My God, I have so many questions. Are you clones of me?

Am I a clone of you? Did you all grow up together... in an actual house with an

actual mom and dad? And was I ever there? CLONE: No.

CLONE 2: To all of it. KRIEGER: You sure? Because I have this very clear

memory of me as a child, and it's snowing, and there's a creepy old man trying to take me

away, and then I knock him down with a sled? CLONE 3: That's Citizen Kane.

KRIEGER: Oh. Wait. No, not a sled. A pneumatic bolt-gun.

CLONE 3: Now that does sound vaguely familiar. KRIEGER: Right?

CLONE 2: Wait. No. I remember blood on snow. KRIEGER: Right?!

CLONE 1: No! That was something else! He was never with us as a

child! CLONE 2: Well, the important thing is that you're with us

now. CLONE 3: Especially since your friends...

KRIEGER: "Friends." Please. Can you believe those jerks? After all these years?

Kicking me to the curb like, like... CLONE 1: A child.

CLONE 2: A frog! CLONE 3: Frog-child! (load croaking)

CLONES: No! KRIEGER Is... is that what I think it is?

CLONES: No. KRIEGER: Well, let me finish, because I think it's some kind

of unholy, adolescent human-amphibian hybrid creature. CLONE 2: Oh.

Then, yes. KRIEGER: I'm home. I'm finally home.

CLONE 1: Just in time for our moment of triumph. KRIEGER: Well, if there's one

thing I love, it's triumph! What is it?! CLONE 2: All will be

revealed... in time. KRIEGER: And if there's one thing I love more than triumph,

it's annoying vagueness. CYRIL (as Malory): Cyril, shut up and find a vehicle!

Meh, heh, heh. I'm a hateful shrew! And this is my idiot son,

Archer. He's going to screw the dictator's wife and then shoot

you in the chest! (as himself): Oh, makes me so mad!

One of these days, I swear to... Jesus H. Chrysler! (clacking)

Well, one thing's for sure. If I had it to do over, I'd be a dictator.

CALDER�N: What?! My God, come on. How can you even say that?

CHERLENE: Because that's what you are! CALDER�N: Cherlene, I-I...

I'm not a dictator! I'm a president, like your Jorge Washington!

CHERLENE: Jorge Washington-- which, apparently, I've been mispronouncing wrong this whole

time-- wasn't president for life! CALDER�N: Uh, but he could

have been if he wanted. Look, the 22nd amendment to your constitution

imposed the presidential term limits, but it wasn't passed by your congress until 1947, and

not ratified by the requisite number of American states until 1951, so...

CHERLENE: Who are you-- Dave Frishberg?! CALDER�N: Yeah, I don't know

who that is. CHERLENE: Of course you don't, because you don't live

in a free country, where the world's largest manufacturers of sugary cereals are allowed to

sponsor interstitial animated programming unapologetically targeted at children!

CALDER�N: No. I-I live in a very poor country. CHERLENE: Ugh!

CALDER�N: No, no. I... Look, I know, but go outside the palace walls, and trust me,

Cherlene, listen, it is crazy poor. CHERLENE: Yeah, that was

my whole... CALDER�N: And so, I wanted to distribute your records among--

and I hate to say this-- but our filthy peasants, so as to brighten their lives with your

music. CHERLENE: Oh. Well, now I feel like a...

Wait. Do they even have record players? CALDER�N: Well, no, obviously

not, but... CHERLENE: So how would they even use records?!

CALDER�N: As plates? LANA: What, in the name of all that is stupid, do you think

you're doing? (Archer sighs) ARCHER: You tell me, crazy

pregnant hormone lady. What's it look like I'm doing?! B-But before you answer, please

don't say "literally being emasculated," because I looked that up, and... ick.

LANA: Hold it up. ARCHER: Lana, come on. You and Mother smashed my balls

pretty good. Kudos. They're swollen. But I-I don't need a cut man!

LANA: The painting... you idiot. ARCHER: Oh.

Thought you meant my genitals. But, look, I know you're jealous I had sex with Juliana, almost

twice, but don't slash the painting. It's...

(high-pitched voice): Priceless. LANA: But worthless... if you damage it.

But even though it's very delicate, it can withstand a surprising amount of shit.

ARCHER: Wait. Is this an extremely ill-phrased analogy about my penis?

LANA: Yes, Archer, it is, because everything, everywhere, every when, is about the paragon

of adequacy that is your dick. ARCHER: "Adequacy" as in "mind-blowingness"?

Or "adequacy" as in "Hey, stupid, you just destroyed $40 million"?!

LANA: As in neither, you dummy. This is how you steal a

painting. Did you never see The Thomas Crown Affair?

ARCHER: Uh, no, not a huge Steve McQueen fan. (Lana laughs)

LANA: Oh, my God, are you...? Archer, you used to moan about him in your sleep!

ARCHER: I-I... No, I didn't. CYRIL: Come on, you can do

this. Just pick a stupid car. But the perfect car, so that for

once in her life, Ms. Archer can't bitch. And we'll be driving through a

war zone, so it needs to be fast, although I guess reliability is more important

than speed. Well, up to a point. Although bulletproof glass

wouldn't be bad. I... Damn it, Figgis! You're overthinking this!

Oh. Now that is a vehicle. Hmm.

Let's see Ms. Archer bitch about that. MALORY: You idiot!

I gave you one simple job, and... RAY: I looked in her room!

MALORY: And?! RAY: And she wasn't in it? (thudding, grunting)

MALORY: Pam, if you want to scuff them that badly, just throw them down the...

(Pam grunts, thudding)

(Malory sighs heavily) PAM: What, were you not gonna say stairs?

ARCHER: Hang on, hang on! Wait, wait, wait. Damn it! I have something for this.

It's um, uh... MALORY: Well, I just assume it was about that ad with the

suitcase and the gorilla. PAM: Ouch. LANA: Which, turns out, was

actually a man in a gorilla costume. MALORY: Making the comparison

even more accurate. CALDER�N: Ow! PAM: Seriously.

CHERLENE: Let go of me! RAY: There, I found her. CALDER�N: Cherlene, please!

CHERLENE: No, I said! CALDER�N: B-But, Cherlene, listen, I love you!

I-I will divorce my wife. (Juliana gasps) JULIANA: You what?!

CALDER�N: Oh, don't act so surprised, Juliana! It's not like we're in love

anymore! JULIANA: Anymore?! We were never in love!

ARCHER: And suddenly I don't feel so bad. LANA: You did before?

ARCHER Oh, my God, you have no idea. It's like this ache in the pit

of your stomach. LANA: Are you talking about your balls?

ARCHER: Yeah, but it's wearing off now. JULIANA: And I will tell you

the same thing I told your father! I will never give you a divorce!

CALDER�N: Tell that to the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.

Oh, wait, you just did! CHERLENE: Wait. You can't be both!

CALDER�N: Your William Howard Taft was. CHERLENE: Not at the same

time! CALDER�N: He absolutely was. CHERLENE: Is that true?

LANA: Oh, I don't want to... RAY: I want to say church and state?

ARCHER: Wow. We get home, first thing, we are binge-watching Schoolhouse Rock.

JULIANA: You can binge-watch it in hell! (others gasp)

ARCHER: Well, if anything, that's heaven. JULIANA: And you can die

knowing that the last man inside of me was Archer. CALDER�N: What?

(others chatter) ARCHER: Oh, uh, yeah, so about that...

CALDER�N: Well, I hope it was worth dying for. ARCHER: Honestly?

JULIANA: Right? ARCHER: I... Well, no, but the first time...

JULIANA: Honestly? ARCHER: No, the first time. CALDER�N: Good-bye, Mr.

Archer. Give my regards to William Howard Taft.

ARCHER (slow motion): No. PAM (slow motion): No....! OTHERS (slow motion): No...!

ARCHER (slow motion): Pam? (clears throat) (normal voice): Pam?

ARCHER: Pam, seriously. LANA: Archer... ARCHER: Lana, shut up. Pam!

LANA: Archer, I think she's... (sniffles) I think she's...

CALDER�N: Dead. (crying) And now you, Mr. Archer, can join her in...

CHERLENE: Out... law... country. (Juliana screaming)

(gunshots) (Calder�n grunting) I'm gonna go Jerry Lee

on your ass! (Juliana screaming) (gunshots)

LANA: Um, do you want to...? ARCHER: Yes. Wait, were you gonna say "watch"?

LANA: I was gonna say "help," but... ARCHER: Shut up. Did she say

she used to be married to Calder�n's father? PAM: (sniffs) Yeah, that's

some messed-up shit. RAY: Hey! ARCHER: Pam!

LANA: How are you not dead? PAM: (chuckles) 'Cause I'm not a pussy?

And also probably 'cause of this. MALORY: Is that Cyril's?

PAM: Yep. RAY: Um... ARCHER: You know they're not

reusable, right? Once the fibers get damaged, that's basically just a sweater

vest. PAM (sucks air through teeth): Oh, good.

'Cause for a second there, I thought I actually was a pussy. ARCHER: Hurts, huh?

(Cherlene and Juliana screaming) (Cherlene shouts) RAY: Hey, so...

LANA: Yeah. Now do you want to help? ARCHER (sighs, groans): Okay,

Mother, give me my gun. MALORY: I don't have it-- I threw it away.

LANA: You what?! RAY: What?! ARCHER: Why would you throw

away a perfectly good gun?! MALORY: Because it touched your... junk.

ARCHER: How dirty do you think my junk is? MALORY: As dirty as if it

were made of dirt and then got dropped in some different dirt and then Pig-Pen came along and

kicked it around with his dirty shoes. ARCHER: Fair enough.

(gunshot) (Lana and Malory gasp) CALDER�N: Nobody move.

Except you, Juliana. Let go of Cherlene and throw down the gun.

Now, then... JULIANA: Ow, ow, ow, ow. Stop it. Stop it.

Ow. No. Ow, ow, ow. Ooh... (gunshot) CALDER�N: Now, then!

Cherlene, stop this at once. As your husband, I command you. (others gasp)

CHERLENE: My what?! CALDER�N: Sorry, hang on. Juliana, I divorce you, but also

I wish you the best of luck in the years ahead, which you will spend in prison.

Cherlene, I now pronounce us husband and wife. PAM (sniffs): Weddings always

get me. LANA: Plus cocaine. CHERLENE: No! We are so not

married! Are you...? Wait, which is it?

ARCHER: Literally. CHERLENE: Are you literally insane?!

CALDER�N: No, but my word is literally law. One of the perks of being a

dictator. CHERLENE: You said you weren't a dictator!

CALDER�N: I-I lied, okay? But hopefully our marriage is strong enough that, together and

over time, we can work through it. ARCHER: Well, at least he

admits he was wrong. LANA: Yeah, 'cause that makes it all better.

ARCHER: When did you get so cynical? CALDER�N: The rest of you...

are under arrest! OTHERS: What? CALDER�N: Except those of you

who are to be executed. KRIEGER: Wait, what? Hey, guys.

Um... CALDER�N: In which case... I would not put a lot of money

in my prison canteen account. I'm looking your way, Mr. Archer.

ARCHER: Wait. Whoa, no. I... MALORY: Well, then, good luck getting any more weapons,

you-you cut-rate Castro! CALDER�N: Ha! I don't need them.

As we speak, my scientists are working on a secret weapon, and soon I will water our coca

fields with the rebels' blood! (others groan) CHERLENE: Gross!

I can't believe I married you. (door opens) (others gasp)

COMANDANTE: Presidente. CALDER�N: Good! Yes. I am glad you are here.

I have been bluffing the whole time, look. (clicking)

Totally out of bullets. (chuckles) See that? ARCHER: My bad, guys.

That's on me. CALDER�N: Anyway, okay, now, Comandante, arrest these

people. COMANDANTE: But, Presidente, the rebels, they have smashed

our counterattack. (others react) They are headed for the palace.

Hurry! We must get you out of here. CHERLENE: Wait, and me!

I'm the first lady! COMANDANTE: Please, hurry. We have to go before...

(loud crash) (all gasp) (engine rumbling)

CALDER�N: W-Well? Don't just stand there, you cowards!

Do something! (weapons clatter) Oh, really? That-that is

obviously not what I... COMANDANTE: Don't shoot, don't shoot!

We surrender! (engine shuts off) CYRIL: Uh, what's that?

PAM: Cyril? CYRIL: Yeah, I couldn't hear you over the sound of this

gigantic friggin' tank. (chuckles) MALORY: You idiot, that's the

vehicle you found? I meant a limousine or... CYRIL: Jesus God, woman,

nothing is ever good enough for you! ARCHER: Right?

COMANDANTE: Please, sir! Accept our surrender! CALDER�N: No, not to him!

(groans) He's not the rebels! LANA: Kind of a moot point, though, isn't it?

What with the tank and all. CYRIL: Yeah. So I hereby... ARCHER: Accept your

surrender! Dibs! I'm in charge! Cyril, get out of the...

(whirring) CYRIL: Sorry? I still couldn't hear you.

(others laugh) ARCHER: Yeah, Cyril, you are sorry because you still look

like an idiot. You look like, uh... (laughing): Oh, my God.

Hang on. Wait, wait, wait. I-I actually have something for this!

(inhales deeply) Mi... PAM: Mike Ducockless! (all laugh but Archer)

Oh, boy. (Archer roaring) Ha, ha!

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