Oh, come on, how long
are you guys gonna stay mad at me?
What, for getting us all arrested for smuggling
- cocaine into Colombia? - Probably the rest
- of our damn lives. - Well, shouldn't be
very long, since we're headed to La Culebra, the most dangerous
prison in South America.
Well, Cyril, when we get there and I join the
toughest gang, don't hold your breath for a bid.
- A bid? - They're prison gangs,
- not frats! - And don't call a
- fraternity a frat! - ¡Callate!
No, I'm fine. Don't worry about me.
And don't worry about La Culebra, gringos.
- You are not going there. - Oh, well, that's good.
Is that good? It doesn't sound very good.
Why does that sound really, really, really bad?
Because they're gonna kill us.
What?!
Unless you got maybe $100,000 U.S. on you.
Well, not on me, on me, but...
Hey, but when we're
digging out own graves, they're gonna get cocky, and then we
whang 'em with our shovels, right?
Cyril, this isn't an episode of B.J. and the Bear.
- That was? - It's the jungle--
nobody digs graves; they just kneel you down by a ditch and
- put a bullet in your... - Cow!
Why would they shoot your... cow!
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God...
...damn.
Well, now I'm almost
afraid to say any--
Eat a dick, jungle.
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Easy, easy. Careful!
Cyril, for the love of Christ, man!
- Sorry. - You have to shut up.
I am. Starting now.
- Starting... now. - Cyril...
Sorry.
- What was that? - 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...
...and then, by some other even bigger miracle, get us out of
these cuffs...
I am gonna beat the shit out of you, Cyril!
I'm gonna beat the shit of both of y'all.
- Oh, my God, Ray! - You're alive?!
What, did y'all think I was dead?
- Well, I just assumed. - Yeah, I totally did.
And you didn't even take a moment?!
- I mean... - Oh, screw you guys!
W-Wait. What is in your mouth?
- Nothing. - It's the keys!
- He's eating the keys? - Ray, don't you eat
- those keys! - I'm not eating the
- goddamn keys. - Waagh!
- Ow! - What are you doing
- down there? - What do you think
I'm doing?
- Oh. sorry. - Do me! Do me, do me,
- do me, do me, do me! Ray, do me! - Ow! Ow! Ow!
- Sorry. Do me, please. - First, promise you
- won't be mad at me. - I... Wait.
- Why would I be mad at you? - Because you're an
- asshole! - I beg your pardon?!
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.
- What about a dwarf? - What about Sterling?!
Wait, he's a dwarf now?
He's missing! With God knows how much of our
dwindling cocaine, and no one's doing anything to find him!
If he calls here, my plan, in its entirety, is to ask
- him where he is. - It has a simple
- elegance. - Well, have you tried
calling him?
What?
- Yaaaayyyyy! - Wooooooooo!
The mailbox of...
- ...Ar-Ar-Archer... - ...is full.
- Leave it. - All right!
Turn it off! Turn it off!
- I can't! It's... Ar-Ar-Archer. Archer.
Rrgh! Rrgh! Rrgh!
- Archer... Archer... - Aw.
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...
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!
Um, okay, if Archer calls, I'll...
No, please don't disturb me.
I think I'm getting a migraine.
Outlaw country! Wooooooooooooooo!
I honestly don't know how much more I can take!
Wow. I think she
seriously might be, like, nearing the end of her rope.
- Hey, speaking of rope... - You want cocaine?
- Yay! - Goddamn it!
How is this my fault?
Because why do you always get paralyzed?!
Because why do you always crash every goddamn
- vehicle I get in?! - I didn't crash it!
That crooked idiot, drunk murdering cop did!
Uh, yeah, speaking of, these guys don't look too
good.
Well, they're gonna look even worse when they're
- jaguar poop! - What? We can't just
- leave them here. - 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?! - I...
Wait. Where am I in that scenario?!
I guess getting pooped out of a jaguar!
Well, we definitely can't leave Ray!
We have to! Ray, I'm sorry.
- No, you're not! - I am, actually,
which, whatever, but...
We are not leaving Ray!
What do you even think you're doing?
I am taking command!
- Hey, I'm serious! - Oh, my God.
Okay. Oh, that's really funny.
Thanks, Cyril. I-I think we needed that.
We did. We really did.
Oh, man. Now give me the goddamn weapon.
You nut!
Thought you were gonna hit me with it.
I was. Okay, so how do we get Ray and
- his useless legs out of here? - Well, now, I
actually have some thoughts on that.
- Goddamn it. - I think it's a
- pretty good plan, y'all. - No, it isn't!
We might as well slather ourselves with whatever it is
- crocodiles eat, and swim down! - What do crocodiles
- eat? - Everything!
They eat everything! And fear is their bacon bits.
I don't understand what you're saying.
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.
I don't understand what you're say...
- Goddamn it! - I'm with you, Lana.
It freaked me out seeing her cry like that.
- It was like seeing my dad cry. - Crying because...?
Name it. He's a gigantic pussy.
Oh, my God, when my mom died? Hey, and speaking of pussies...
A Long Island Iced Tea? I'm not even supposed to drink
- regular iced tea. - Yeah, this is a Long
- Island. - Yeah, stupid!
- Your words. - Shut up!
And, okay, so what would cheer Malory up?
- What does she like? - Archer and money and
- liquor. - Besides that.
Some different liquor.
You know what always cheers me up...
We're not giving her cocaine.
- I was gonna say cock. - Yeah, stup... Ow!
- You done? - I am. Thank you.
Ass. And Pam, that's not a bad idea.
Hmm. I don't know if I'd be comfortable with that.
- I mean, even for me, it's... - Let me stop you before
you say what it is you think I'm talking about.
Getting shitty drunk on two different kinds of liquor,
dressing up like Mr. Archer, and banging the old lady with
a strap... Ow!
That's not what I had in mind.
Okay, good, 'cause the the dressing up like Mr. Archer
- part makes it kind of weird. - I...
I'd have to be super drunk, like so drunk I bet I
wouldn't even enjoy...! Ow!
- Okay, so what's your plan? - Well, eventually, we
have to come to a village or whatever, and maybe we can
barter with them for a ride, or...
Barter with what, Cyril?
I don't know. Maybe the gun, or...
Yes! Great idea, yeah, Cyril.
Let's give an M-16 to a bunch of wild Indians!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey! - Goddamn,
- Huckleberry Finn! - 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! - Oh, okay.
I didn't know in your scenario the indigenous people were
- uncontacted. - Totally different
- scenario. - In which, no, you
obviously wouldn't just want to hand them an M-16.
'Cause they'd be, like, "What?!"
Or whatever their word for that is.
- What? - A spa day!
What? No. I can't go out like this.
No, no, no! That's the best part.
- It's here! - Then it's not a spa
day. It's just a bath!
- I want to go back to sleep! - Well, after this,
- you'll be so relaxed. - I took three Valium!
If I get any more relaxed, I will literally die.
Okay, well, that's also good... because you may not
actually find this to be all that relaxing.
What the...? Why are they dressed like that?
That was the only way they'd do it.
- Strip! - Yay!
- Wait. What? - Crocodylus acutus!
And maybe even... Are we in the Orinoco drainage
- basin? - How should I know?
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! - Is that why you're
- up on those goddamn cans? - 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. - Why...?
Cyril, they can't chomp through fire.
Although, I have no reason to think that.
Why are you so scared of crocodiles?
Gee, I don't know, Cyril.
Maybe deep down, I'm afraid of any apex predator that lived
- through the K-T extinction. - The...?
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. - ♪ Waiting
For the night! ♪ Damn it, Ray!
- ♪ Ooh-hoo! - Keep your voice down!
Why?! Crocodiles don't have ears!
They absolutely have ears, shit head!
Well, so do I, and you just talked yourself out of
a hat!
- Jeezy Pete's! - Way to go, Ray.
Now he's got a taste for...
- Oh, my God! - Shoot it! Shoot it!
- Shoot it! - Uh, I can't!
Sweet Jesus God, then at least shoot out my eyes
so I don't have to see!
- Oh, my God! - What is happening?
Oh, God!
Oh, boy.
No.
Huh.
I thought that was gonna be way more... epic-fireball-y.
Wuh-wuh, wuh-wuh,
wuh-wuh... - Come, Cyril.
Pick one. Either have a stroke, or spit it
- out. W-w-were you g-g-gonna
say, "A taste for human flesh?" No, I was gonna say,
"Hat," but now it's not funny. Well, not as funny.
It's all your fault.
- It's all your fault. - 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?!
Well, it-it... it's your fault we're in this stupid
- jungle in the first place! - 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! - I thought you b-bought
- it. - Wait. What?
Up! Up! Hands off the goods, mister!
- Aw. - I said that's
ridiculous. Where would I get 2,000 pounds
- of cocaine? - But if you didn't...
Okay, so, where would Archer get that much coke?
Well, who knows with him?
Maybe wherever he got that new kind of VD none of the doctors
- had ever seen before. - Wha?! When was that?!
- Yeah, when was that? - Seriously, was...
Trust me, if you had it, you'd know.
- Phew! - Ugh. I loathe knowing
that I had sex with the same person as you two.
What? You had sex with me!
No, I... Oh, my God, that's right.
- Ha! - What are you laughing
- at? - Oh, my God, that's
- right. - So if you dicks want
to blame somebody for our current predicament, blame...
You! I blame you! Archer! I blame you!
J'accuse!
What was that, Ray?!
Sorry. I genuinely couldn't hear you.
Jesus, what is wrong
- with you two? - What's wrong?!
What's wrong is we're about to be on fire!
- Do something! - Uh, no?
- Archer! - Not until you
- apologize. - For what?!
Ray, goddamn it, just apologize!
I... Jesus Christ, I'm sorry!
There, was that so hard?
Okay!
What the hell are you...
- Crocodile repellent! - What?!
We got to swim for it-- on three.
No, no, n... Archer!
Sorry, three! Kick, Cyril, kick!
It's okay, stupid, I forgive you.
- F... - Forgive, yes.
Cannonball! Woooooo!!
- Oh... - Oh, God, I think I
- swallowed a leech. - Well, the gas ought
- to kill that. - You
asshole, you could've killed us!
- Well?! - Well, you did set the
- raft on fire. - Oh, my God, you
- always take his side! - I never, ever, ever
- take his side. - Blah, blah, blah,
some joke about you two having vaginas.
- Come on, let's go. - Go where?
Well, long-term, I was thinking home.
Short-term, I... Here, hold this.
Go herd.
Short-term, somewhere that's not the crocodile version
of a drive-through.
Sounds good! Here we go!
- Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. - I got it.
- Cyril. - What if I need a gun?
Um... here.
- Oh, come on. - The only limit is
your imagination. Pyoo! Pyoo!
Aw, look, she's almost
- not terrifying. - Thanks, you
guys. I think the spa day took her
mind off Archer being missing, even if it almost got weird.
- She made it weird. - No, you did.
- Nobody wants an enema. - Some people...
- Not with yogurt. - So... you think those
- guys are okay? - 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.
Oh, for... Can you not give it a rest?
Not until he admits he's been half-assing this
entire cocaine debacle from the get-go.
That's only because I thought it was gonna be way
- easier. - You think
- everything's gonna be easy! - It almost always is!
Aha! See? That's what I resent.
What do you resent, Ray, my muscly shoulders poking
- into your tum-tum? - I resent how you
never take anything seriously because you just assume
everything's gonna work out for you.
It almost always does!
Case in point.
- What the... - Goddamn it.
Hey, do you think those guys are Doctors
- Without Borders? - 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...
- What? Are you crazy? - You're out of your
- mind. - 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.
Ray is paralyzed. Who's gonna fly it?
Don't... That... Why would you worry about that
- before you need to? - What?
Why clog your brain with a bunch of hypothetical
- maybe-what-if bullshit? - Because...
Shut up. This is what we're doing.
So, Cyril, lock and load that stick.
Manos arriba.
- Nice. - You want to...
Oh, right.
Bueno pues, cuando está cargado...
Manos...
Um...wait, what was it? Arriba! Goddamn it.
¡Manos arriba!
I don't think so, gringo. Drop your weapons! I'm serious.
I will shoot this guy right in the...
What the hell is that?
Pyoo! Pyoo!
Suppressing fiiiiiire!
- Okay, okay! - Goddamn it, Cyril!
Woooooo!! Oh, geez, oh, geez, oh, geez! Sorry.
That's why I wanted you to be stick. Uh-uh!
Yeah, come on. It's been a long day. Do you have any
idea who we are? Mmm... nope. Do you know who we are?
No. Then blow me.
Cyril, make sure it's good and tight.
Why are we not still doing phrasing? Why are we still not
worrying about who's gonna fly the damn plane?! Oh, right.
¡- Oye, pendejos! - ¿Quién es el piloto?
_
Oh, you are kidding. Okay, Ray, ballpark,
- how long will it take you to teach me how to fly a plane? - What... how long?
I flew the space shuttle. Cyril, hush.
Big guys. Ray, how long... 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?
I mean... Yeah, duh. That's all I wanted.
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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