Archer Pilot Script
Archer Pilot Script
TEASER
FADE IN:
CLOSE-UP: the ruggedly handsome, sweat-slick face of our hero,
STERLING ARCHER. His cold steel-blue eyes smolder with hatred.
KGB COLONEL (O.S.)
Sterling Archer, codename Duchess...
We hear a MATCH struck. Its flare plays across Archer's face,
its light pulses as we hear a CIGAR being puffed. We are in:
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We are in:
Random?!
ARCHER
It was your dog's name!
MALORY
Ohh, Duchess...
Malory picks up a FRAMED PHOTO from the table: a (surprisingly
tasteful) B/W PHOTO of a slightly younger, NUDE Malory, posing
amid silk sheets with her dear departed AFGHAN HOUND, Duchess.
MALORY
I loved her so much...
ARCHER
That it was creepy and pathetic?
Malory lowers the photo, turns her icy glare back to Archer.
MALORY
And if you were half as smart as she
was, I -ARCHER
She wasn't too smart to die from
eating chocolate! Was she?!
MALORY
[gasps, then] Exercise terminated!
ARCHER
Okay, that's lunch then!
MALORY
Agent performance: unsatisfactory!
SHUNK!
CRENSHAW
Well maybe, I never get promoted -ARCHER
And never will -CRENSHAW
-- because my mommy's not the boss!
ARCHER
And maybe, you just got your face
kicked off!
WHOOSH! Archer launches a deadly KARATE KICK, stops his foot
mere inches away from Crenshaw's face, and HOLDS it there.
ARCHER
That is my foot in your face!
the embarrassment! Graagh!
Smell
ARCHER (O.S.)
Mother!
ACT ONE
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ARCHER
Ohh adorable, get the hell out!
STEWARDESS
[gasp] But you promised me breakfast!
ARCHER
You want breakfast, try the diner.
You're obviously into Greek.
(beat)
Get it?!
The dog BARKS.
ARCHER
Thank you, Abelard.
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ARCHER
WOODHOUSE
You were quite -What?
ARCHER
What was I?
WOODHOUSE
-- insistent an exception be made.
WOODHOUSE
ARCHER
But I'm not to be trusted.
WOODHOUSE
No sir.
ARCHER
That's what I pay you for.
WOODHOUSE
About my last paycheck, sir -ARCHER
Stop! Stop. I have to go. But if
I find one single dog hair when I
get back, I'll... rub sand in your
dead little eyes.
WOODHOUSE
Very good, sir.
ARCHER
I also need you to go buy sand.
WOODHOUSE
Yes sir.
ARCHER
I don't know if they grade it,
but... coarse.
RAJAN
But he is right, I perspire a great
deal. Who would not, in such a place?
The irons, especially, get very hot...
A mischievous smile spreads across his face as we CUT TO:
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LANA KANE: Archer's ex. She's about 30, with deep sloe eyes,
an impossibly gorgeous mixed-race complexion, and an islandtinged British accent that would melt a framing hammer. She
is BUTTONING up her BLOUSE as she walks out of the COPY ROOM.
ARCHER
Lana, hey...!
LANA
(chummy)
Archer! Finally back to work?
ARCHER
Yeah, I -Great, yeah!
LANA
Because go fuck yourself!
ARCHER
God damn it!
CYRIL FIGGIS mid-30's, pasty, in a SWEATER VEST emerges
from the COPY ROOM tucking his SHIRT TAIL into his pants with
one hand, and holding a thick MANILA FOLDER with the other.
FIGGIS
Archer, hey -ARCHER
Go away.
No, Cyril.
FIGGIS
Listen, about your operations account -ARCHER
Not -- Cyril, not now -FIGGIS
Yes, now. You've got some serious -(lowers voice)
Discrepancies in your account. Now
I'm sure you wouldn't use operational
funds for personal expenses...
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Ass!
ARCHER
Son of a bitch!
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ARCHER
That is a very serious implication.
FIGGIS
Well so is embezzlement.
ARCHER
Oh! No, okay yeah, let's talk about
the elephant in the room!
FIGGIS
That you're embezzling, or...?
That you!
ARCHER
Are screwing my ex!
FIGGIS
Oh, for Chri -ARCHER
Huh?!
FIGGIS
Archer please, that's private!
ARCHER
What? Is that not common knowl -(to the room)
You all know about Cyril and Lana,
right?! Of course! Because if Pam
knows, everybody knows! Right, Pam?!
In the doorway of her office, PAM, the chubby, mousy H.R. rep,
is busted gawking at Archer's scene. She ducks her head back.
ARCHER
HR mediations are supposed to be
confidential, Pam! You... manatee!
(to Cyril)
And as for you...! Good day, sir.
Archer stalks off, leaving a confused Cyril to call after him.
FIGGIS
Hey wait! What about your acc -(to himself)
Oh, I get it. See what he did there,
Cyril? Classic misdirection.
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So to make it
CHERYL
[cleansing breath, then] I'm ready.
ARCHER
Could you buzz me in.
CHERYL
Is that all you have to say?!
ARCHER
Yes?
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MALORY
Now tell me again, how... no, not
that part, go back? Yes, the pepper.
Oh yes God. Oh God! Oh God! Oh -Her eyes flutter open and she sees, with us: Archer, in the
open doorway, his mouth agape, his eyes like dinner plates.
MALORY
Damn it!
(slams phone down)
What the hell are you doing?!
God!
MALORY
ARCHER
I was wounded in the line of duty!
MALORY
By a go-cart battery.
Golf cart!
ARCHER
Maybe pay attention.
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MALORY
And I've just been paying very close
attention to your operations account.
No!
Yes.
ARCHER
MALORY
ARCHER
No!
MALORY
Yes!
ARCHER
Not to worry!
MALORY
Mm hmm...
ARCHER
Mother, my account is square!
MALORY
It better be. You know what happens
to agents I catch stealing...
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ARCHER
Motherly ad -- are you having a stroke?
MALORY
You wish.
ARCHER
Yeah but seriously: do you smell toast?
MALORY
I smell a rat!
ARCHER
So not toast -MALORY
And if your account isn't square by
Monday, I'll close it permanently.
Is that clear?
ARCHER
Are you -- you're looking for the
answer "Yes"?
MALORY
Yes.
ARCHER
Then yes.
MALORY
Good. Then get out.
sake, take a shower.
whorehouse in here.
ARCHER
Okay, your own fingers.
MALORY
Hm?
Nothing!
ARCHER
Ahem. Johnny Bench called.
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ACT TWO
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CRENSHAW
Do you see that sign?
ARCHER
Uh, do you see that sign?
REVEAL: a SIGN reading "NO FOOD OR DRINK IN THIS AREA"
Well -SMACK!
CRENSHAW
Archer SMACKS Crenshaw's COFFEE out of his hands.
That's why.
ARCHER
So we don't get ants.
Pam glares.
PAM
I am dealing with the break room
problem!
ARCHER
Oh, you caught the... wait, I had
something for this. "Pita Predator!"
PAM
Ya know what--?
ARCHER
Sorry yeah, let's just call it what
it is: "Food Rapist."
Brieger glares at Archer, who smiles chummily at Pam.
ARCHER
And Pam, if you want some food that's
supposed to be cream-filled, I offer
these delicious donuts!
PAM
Yeah?
ARCHER
In exchange for a favor --
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PAM
A favor?!
ARCHER
Yeah.
PAM
After how you treated me?!
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PAM
Three!
ARCHER
But I need your help, Pam. Because
I... am... conducting a mole hunt.
PAM
[gasps]
ARCHER
Gasp you should. Because if you let
me in the mainframe, I'll drop these
donuts! Then you can pretend they're
marbles, and you're a hungry, hungry...
Pam gasps and... SLAM!
ARCHER
Hungry hippo.
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For my behavior.
FIGGIS
Oh, well -ARCHER
And also to what are you doing?
REVEAL: Cyril is prepping a STIR-FRY: he's got a cutting board,
CLEAVER, loads of VEGETABLES in various stages of chopped-ness.
FIGGIS
Oh! Just dicing veggies for dinner.
I always make Lana stir-fry on Friday.
ARCHER
Neat, listen -FIGGIS
Guess what we call it!
ARCHER
(bored: it's obvious)
Stir Friday.
FIGGIS
Wow.
ARCHER
Yeah.
FIGGIS
That's actually better.
ARCHER
So let me in the mainframe.
All yours!
FIGGIS
Is this about your operations account?
No!
ARCHER
I -- Cyril!
FIGGIS
Yeah?
ARCHER
I'm on a top-secret mole hunt.
FIGGIS
Oh yeah, Pam mentioned that.
ARCHER
Wh--?
When?
FIGGIS
Well, she called a minute ago -ARCHER
Great -FIGGIS
-- you know how Pam loves to gossip.
ARCHER
Yeah, and eat rug-marbles, I know,
so... come let me in the mainframe.
FIGGIS
(picks up phone)
Okay, but I need to confirm this with
your mother...
No!
No.
ARCHER
What if she's the mole?
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FIGGIS
Right.
ARCHER
Think about it.
FIGGIS
Your own mother.
ARCHER
Think what that would do to me.
FIGGIS
Archer...
ARCHER
If we had to kill her.
FIGGIS
Archer...
ARCHER
By stabbing her wrinkly neck.
Yeah.
FIGGIS
I can't let you in there.
Can't?
ARCHER
Or won't.
FIGGIS
Either?
ARCHER
And after I gave you "Stir Friday."
FIGGIS
Yeah, that is much better. But if
you want to access the mainframe, I
guess you'd have to break in.
CUE DRAMATIC MUSIC as we PUSH IN to Archer's scheming face.
ARCHER
Break into the ISIS mainframe...!
CUT DRAMATIC MUSIC as we CUT BACK TO Cyril chopping veggies.
FIGGIS
Which is obviously ludicrous.
(holds up baby corn)
As is this baby corn. Archer?
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FIGGIS
ARCHER
Cyril, I'm busy.
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ARCHER (V.O.)
Inside, there are three countermeasure
systems. The first is pressuresensitive, in the floor. Even a mouse
triggers it...
We see a MOUSE, on the floor, proudly holding a TORTILLA CHIP.
ARCHER (V.O.)
The second is sound-sensitive.
Anything above a whisper sets it off...
The mouse CRUNCHES the TORTILLA CHIP, then looks to camera.
ARCHER (V.O.)
And the third system is state-of-theart voice activation.
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ARCHER
God everything makes you uncomfortable!
QUICK FLASHBACKS:
1) Archer and Cheryl in bed.
ARCHER
Just the tip?
2) Archer and Cheryl on the rug in front of his fireplace, a
silk sheet across their nudities. He is "spooned" behind her.
ARCHER
Just the tip.
3) Archer and Cheryl on his sofa. She struggles to "give him
the Heisman" as he shoves an ICE CREAM CONE at her mouth.
ARCHER
Just the tip!
BACK TO SCENE
ARCHER
How was I supposed to know you're
lactose-intolerant?
CHERYL
Because I kept screaming it!
ARCHER
Well...!
CHERYL
And this! I'm a secretary, I don't
have access to.. security whatevers.
ARCHER
Then get them from Cyril!
CHERYL
How would I do that?
Seduce him!
ARCHER
Or Pam!
CHERYL
I can't do that!
Can't?
ARCHER
Or won't.
Or both!
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CHERYL
Either!
ARCHER
That's how you wanna play it?
Fine!
ARCHER
Can you... get it? Sorry.
need cab fare.
CHERYL
[huge, put-upon sigh]
ARCHER
Awww, ugly duckling...
Archer BOINKS her NOSE with the SWAN.
ARCHER
Bawk bawk!
I also
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ACT THREE
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FIGGIS (O.S.)
But -LANA
And plus because I said so, which is
why I'm kinda confused we're still
even discussing this.
Lana's PHONE rings.
LANA
Agent Kane.
(listens)
What?! Yes, confirmed!
She turns to Cyril as he enters, in a TOQUE and APRON, proudly
bearing aloft two plates of his lovingly prepared STIR-FRY.
FIGGIS
Confirmed a naughty Nelly's breaking
our after-work phone rules...
LANA
Cyril, there's been a break-in at ISIS!
Wh-?!
FIGGIS
You think it's the mole?!
LANA
God, you and Pam! All you two need
are some hair dryers to sit under.
FIGGIS
Pam's alright...
LANA
Now look, I've got to go -FIGGIS
But it's "Stir Friday!"
LANA
So much better. But if I'm not here...
FIGGIS
Ah.
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FIGGIS
Because after three months of -whatever it is we're doing, I just
think it's a little weird you can't
leave me alone in your apartment.
LANA
I know I have trust issues! But
it's Archer's fault I'm like this!
FIGGIS
And here we go...
LANA
All those years of his lying, and
cheating, and -It's fine.
FIGGIS
Please.
LANA
Not to mention how messed up he is
about his mother! You know he called
out her name once, while we were f-FIGGIS
Fiiiine!!
SCREEECH!
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We are:
FIGGIS
Now who's a naughty Nelly?
(into phone)
Yes, hello?
Oop!
ARCHER (O.S.)
Hi, who's this?
FIGGIS
(overly enunciated)
Cyril. Figgis.
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FIGGIS
I was very clear.
ARCHER
I love cock, and my name is --
Cyril.
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LANA
Better not be Pam...
FIGGIS (recorded)
Figgis.
ARCHER
Holy shit, our security is atrocious.
AT THE DESK
A CLOSE-UP of Archer's HAND turning on the green monochrome
MONITOR. The ISIS logo appears, above a box for a PASSWORD.
Archer, now in the chair, peers at the MONITOR, starts typing.
ARCHER
Password. And the password is...
(types something in)
"Guest."
BOOONG!
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ARCHER
No, it's not -- Jesus Christ. That
is just... Babytown Frolics.
(typing)
Okay, operations account. Just how
deep in the red am I out of my mind?!
(gapes at screen)
How?! Do I spend that much money?!
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ARCHER
How -- hey! Just talking about you.
CRENSHAW
Oh.
ARCHER
And about how this isn't what it
looks like.
CRENSHAW
Lot of that going around.
ARCHER
Yeah, it's an epidemic.
CRENSHAW
For example, my real name is Kremensky.
ARCHER
Is -- that sounds -- is that Jewish?
CRENSHAW
It's Russian.
Oh!
ARCHER
Russian Jewish?
CRENSHAW
I'm the mole, idiot!
Wh--?
ARCHER
I made up the mole!
CRENSHAW
Yes, but you told Pam! Who of course
blabbed it all over the office -ARCHER
God, do we hate Pam?
CRENSHAW
-- and now everyone is looking for a
real mole, so I have to escape.
And irony.
ARCHER
CRENSHAW
But thanks for breaking into the
mainframe for me --
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ARCHER
Oh, double irony.
CRENSHAW
Because I'll need fifty thousand for
travel expenses. From your account.
ARCHER
Fifty thousand?! That's... too much.
CRENSHAW
It's last minute bookings.
ARCHER
Oh.
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For two.
Oof!
ARCHER
Lana! Crenshaw's a mole! And his
name's not really Crenshaw, it's
Kremensky! Definitely Russian,
possibly a Jew, I don't know!
(beat)
Thoughts?
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LANA
Yeah, shut up.
(to Crenshaw)
And you: drop it.
CRENSHAW
Or what?
ARCHER
No no, do not wind her up. That is
a big gun, and she is baby-crazy.
LANA
[gasps, then] Baby-crazy?!
ARCHER
(to Crenshaw)
That's why I dumped her.
LANA
You sack of shit! I dumped you,
because you cheated on me!
Archer and Lana get right up in each other's faces.
ARCHER
Yeah, after you went all baby-crazy!
LANA
Oh, that's -ARCHER
For the babies!
Lana jams her MACHINE PISTOL right up under Archer's chin.
LANA
You wanna see crazy?!
Archer jams his (much smaller) GUN right up under Lana's chin.
ARCHER
No, I've seen it! And spoiler alert!
It ends with a closet full of my suits
on fire!
LANA
I wish you'd been wearing one!
ARCHER
Who would wanna wear an on-fire suit?!
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LANA
Cosplay enthusiasts!
Wait, no!
Shit!
ARCHER
Do you even hear?! How totally
batshit insane you sound?!
LANA
I'll tell you what I hear!
BOONG.
LANA
[deep "pre-rant" breath]
ARCHER
Yeah, please keep talking.
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Crenshaw grabs Malory from behind, puts his GUN to her head.
CRENSHAW
Not this time, you impossible bitch!
Also, you should all be nicer to Pam.
LANA
I am always nice to her!
FIGGIS
To her face...
LANA
Why aren't you in the car?
MALORY
(being choked)
Rrk! Will somebody... do something?!
Archer GRABS Lana from behind, puts his GUN to her head.
LANA
["just got grabbed" sort of noise]
Archer?!
EVERYBODY
What're you doing?!
Etc!
LANA
What're you doing, you idiot!
ARCHER
(low, to Lana)
Shut up! It's classic misdirection.
(to Crenshaw)
Looks like we've got a Mexican
standoff, Kremensky!
CRENSHAW
How is this a Mexican standoff?
Wh--?
ARCHER
Ummm...
CRENSHAW
I don't care if you shoot her!
ARCHER
Oh.
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LANA
Idiot.
FIGGIS
I do!
CRENSHAW
(cocks pistol)
But what if I shoot her, mama's boy?
Archer cocks a mildly intrigued eyebrow at the prospect...
MALORY
(still being choked)
Sterling...? Sterling!
CRENSHAW
Yes, picture her dead in the gutter,
and what your pathetic life will be
like without old mommie dearest...
LANA
Oh, for -- Jesus Christ!
What?!
EVERYBODY
Huh? Etc.
LANA
He's got an erection!
Malory, aghast and furious, rips away from Crenshaw's grasp.
MALORY
What?!
CRENSHAW
-- the hell is wrong with you peopl -BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM! Four quick shots rip into Crenshaw's
chest, sending his body flying off-screen, away from Malory.
Gasp!
EVERYBODY
Ack! What the--?!
Etc!
WHACK!
Ow!
Hey!
MALORY
An erection?!
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Ow!
ARCHER
What is in there, buckles?!
MALORY
The thought of me dead gives you an
erection?!
ARCHER
No, just half of one! The other
half... would've really missed you.
MALORY
[sound of utter contempt]
Malory turns on her heel and storms into the laundry, past
Crenshaw's corpse, lying in a crumpled heap on the ground.
ARCHER
Johnny Bench called...
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ARCHER
Mother, do you see this?
MALORY
I just don't understand...
ARCHER
Hostile work environment --
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MALORY
I would've known if we had a mole.
Archer, Lana and Cyril all cock suspicious eyebrows at this.
LANA
How?
MALORY
How what, dear?
ARCHER
How could you know if we had a mole?
MALORY
I... errr...
As Malory tries to come up with some explanation, we CUT TO:
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JAKOV
Mooshka?
Jakov hangs up, and looks up to see his SERGEANT eyeing him.
KGB SERGEANT
Who was that?
JAKOV
Who are you? Comrade Questions?
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