- Yam! Yom! Yom! - Stop. Stop it.
- Yah! Huh! Yum! Yum! Yum! - Pam!
Yum-yum-yum! Yum-yum-yum! Gimme! Gimme!
Yum-yum! Gimme! - Goddamn it, will you
- calm the shit down?! - Wow.
Well?! This isn't good practice.
My baby's not gonna be a coke addict!
- Wow. - Oh, I'm sorry.
- What would you like to call it? - Mm, cocaine enthusiast?
Is it too late to not have it?
Yes! For the jillionth time, I want this baby, so...
Well, sure, now. Wait until you're waist-deep in
dirty diapers, or he's up with the croup and there's no bourbon
in the house.
Ugh! Then fast-forward to him
knocking up the au pair, flunking out of college, and
then singlehandedly bankrupting your drug cartel!
- Wait-- college? - Yeah, right?
- My point is... - All babies should
- be drowned? - Not all babies.
- Just baby people. - Don't you have a...
- tractor pull to headline? - Yes.
- No! - Aw...
No more of that bush-league nonsense.
We're getting Cherlene a record deal.
- Sterling can't screw that up. - Look, I think maybe
Archer's just been trying too hard.
- Ha! - I'm serious. I mean,
as sad as it is, deep down, he just wants your approval, and
lately you've been putting so much pressure on him.
Well? How hard is it to sell 2,000
measly pounds of cocaine?! Or whatever we're down to now,
1,900 and... What?! Pam! You damn coke fiend!
Ow! Ow! Ow!
- Malory, stop! - I mean, did you used
- to be a man? - Pam?
- I don't know. Did you? - Have you been
- stealing coke? - Wha...? No!
You think, if I had 100 pounds of coke, I'd be sitting here
playing choo-choo-spoon with a tranny?
Oh, for the...! I'm pregnant!
It said, baffling medical science.
- Ow! - Enough! But, Pam,
I swear to God, if I find out you're lying to me...
- I'm not! About this! - Well, then where the
- hell did it go?! - Oh, you were serious?
- Yes! - No! Stop!
- Gimme! - Archer, move your...
- Ray! - Stop it!
Let me do it! Come on! Just for a minute!
- No! - Goddamn it!
- What could go wrong?! - Uh, you could
crash it! Just like you crashed
- the damn space shuttle! - Oh, my
God, right? Remember that?
Ray, you remember? You got paralyzed?
How do you not remember that?
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Oh, my God, Cyril, for the... We're not just
waltzing into Colombia with 100 pounds of cocaine.
We're sneaking in under the radar.
Literally and figuratively.
- I... - Is there a name
for that when it's both? Like in French or something?
I meant once we get there!
Your plan is to just ask around for...?
La Madrina, yes, the Godmother.
- I know what it means. - I hate I took Latin.
Maybe someday you'll meet a mummy.
But what do you think is gonna happen when three
gringos waltz in and start asking around for the woman
- who runs the entire Cali cartel? - Well, again, Cyril,
- we won't actually be waltz... - You know what I mean!
I also know what I'm doing!
Yeah, showing mommy who's a big boy.
What?!
Oh, you want to see who's a big boy?
Archer!
- Take it back! - Cyril, help!
Uh, uh... Oh.
Ow!
I don't know where Archer is!
Then find him, you bearded buffoon!
Use the... the surveillance satellite.
Oh, you were serious?
- Wha...?! - Don't ask her that.
- She hates it. - ISIS had satellites.
The whatever we are, Gang Who Couldn't Sell Coke Straight,
- doesn't even have cable. - But what about
- all these? - They're all aimed
- inside the house. - Well, what the hell
- good is that for?! - Eh, I'm making
about two grand a month on the Gilfcam.
- Ew! - The what cam?
"What is your..."
Hmm. Dear Gilf Hound 69...
Jesus Christ. Thanks for the concussion,
dicks. Well?
Oh, and just so you know, that's exactly how
- Len Koenecke died. - Who?
"Who." Typical.
Goddamn it, will you slow the shit down?!
I'm sorry, was there
a question?
Because nobody made you two come here.
I didn't put a gun to your heads.
I mean, not literally to your heads.
So, if you'll hide your vaginas, it's time to gather some intel.
Intel? No, do not compare what we
- do now to intelligence work. - Don't worry, I won't!
Because selling cocaine to cocaine dealers doesn't really
compare to helping overthrow democratically elected
governments! Like the U.S. did in Guatemala,
Chile, Nicaragua, uh... Oh! Iran?!
Because-- spoiler alert-- those didn't really work out so great!
But that's okay, because I'm pinning my hopes for the
future on the next big shipment of Stinger missiles to that
ragtag bunch of Mujahideen heroes in Afghanistan!
I... Wow, it seems like you've actually given this
- some thought. - Plus, I mean, it's not
like we're selling cocaine to little kids.
And ISIS did do a lot of bad stuff.
We blew up an oil pipeline.
Not to mention a bunch of people, which, compared to
that, this is kind of a victimless crime.
If it even is a crime. I mean, is it?
He said, sucking at being a lawyer.
I'm actually an excellent lawyer.
And I'm excellent in the field, so...
Maybe at ISIS. But on ISIS missions, you had
big dossiers with all the information you could
- possibly need. - Yeah, but I never
read them.
What's up, pendejos?
- Ay, mierda. - Oh, goddamn Latin.
I just feel like such a tourist.
Colombia? What are they doing in Colombia?
- I... - And how did you know
where they were? I thought you couldn't
- track them. - Ray posted a
Snacklesnap. It's where you take artsy photos
of your food and share it with people.
Snacklesnamps is awesome.
Look, here's some cocaine puddin; here's some more
cocaine puddin. Ooh, cocaine puddin.
Why would anyone want a picture of someone else's
- food? - Well, no, they
- don't. - Yeah, everybody hates
- it. - ♪ Mmm,
Snacklesnaaamps...! ♪ But why take cocaine
- to Colombia? - I assume as a sample?
To show some cartel boss that our product is high-quality and
- already in the States? - Saving them the
transport cost. But those three waltzing around
Colombia with millions of dollars of cocaine?!
My God, they could already be dead!
Oh, Malory, come on. This is Archer, okay?
- He can take care of himself. - Yeah, and I doubt
- they were actually waltzing. - I'm sure they're
- totally fine. - Archer!
Woooohoohoohoooo!!
Here's to you, Hal Needham.
Man, why bother with coke? I just made 100,000 pesos for
- jumping through a stupid window. - Yeah, that's about
- $50. - Still, though.
¿Dijiste cocaína? ¿La quieres?
No, gracias. Yo tengo mucha cocaína.
Por lo tanto, buscamos a La Madrina.
Hijo de puta.
You look for the Godmother?
Yes, for a very lucrative business proposition.
- Do you know her or... - No, but I can
make a phone call, and someone will come.
Until then, just keep drinking your guaro, huh?
About 15 steps ahead
of you.
Pinche gringo.
Hmm, see what I did there?
Uh, overdosed on liquid snake?
Made a connection, Cyril.
I gained his trust.
Oh, my God. Although, now that you mention
it... I think I actually may
have...
- God. - Snake poisoning.
Damn it, Archer, I told you.
What's that? I can't hear you over the sound
- of I have snake poisoning. - Moveri!
Placet moveri, iudices.
Well, it's your own
- fault. What the... - What're you...
Shh! Shut up. I think I heard a troop truck
pull up out front.
¡No se muevan! ¿Dónde están?
It's the army.
Shit. It's not the army.
We're not that lucky. They're paramilitarios.
But what do they...
- Hey, what are you doing? - Waiting for you.
And to be honest, having second thoughts about it.
Serious shit, come on.
¡Abre la puerta!
- Okay, Ray... - Ow.
Who are these paramilitarios?
Either heroic vigilantes trying to restore law
and order because the cops can't or won't...
Well, that doesn't sound too bad.
...or right-wing terrorists with a boner for
- kidnapping and murder. - That does.
Moot point, though, really, if you're an American
down here selling cocaine. I can't believe that guy ratted
- us out. - Yeah, and after you
- made a connection. - Now, really?
- Well... - Shut up.
Ray, hug the shadows, get to the Land Cruiser and be ready.
Don't turn it on. Do not touch the brake pedal.
Cyril, I'm gonna take out the guard; you're gonna take the
- truck's distributor cap, got it? - Uh...
¡Se fueron!
Ay. ¿Qué tiene adentro, hebillas?
Okay, go, go, go, go, go.
- But... - Look, I realize this
is somewhat my fault, Cyril. We can talk about it later.
So, funny story.
So, hey.
Sorry in advance for this.
Cyril, did you get it?
- Yes! - Then come on!
Hit it!
- Cyril! - I'm coming as fast as
- I can! - Guys, we really need
to talk about getting "phrasing" back in the rotation.
Woooohoohoohoooo!!
Hammer down!
Oh, I'm sorry, Ray. By "hammer," I meant
- "accelerator." - It's floored, and it's
- overheating. - Well, then stop, you
- idiot. - I am not the idiot who
packed the engine compartment full of cocaine.
Oh, right. Uh, we should get that out.
Good idea, that will give us something to do while we
sit here and wait for those guys to drive up and murder us.
Ray, they're not driving anywhere without a
distributor cap, so...
Cyril, may I see the distributor cap?
Whew, man, Cyril, you had me worried.
I-I did? - Yeah, see, I always
worried I would die without knowing how it felt to get my
throat slashed and my tongue yanked out through the gaping hole.
Are we seriously done with "phrasing"?
I mean, not right then necessarily, although "tongue"
and "gaping hole" are kind of begging for it.
Gaping hole.
Begging for it. Eh...
- Drop your weapon! - Drop your weapons.
- ¿Qué? - Archer!
Are you crazy? They'll kill us.
Will you shut up? I know what I'm doing, Cyril.
It's all about machismo. Last chance!
- Okay, uno, dos... - ¡No dispare!
- What in the...
I told you, all about the machismo.
- Archer? - ¿Quien es más macho?
- Archer? - Sí, Ramon, Archer
- es más... - Archer!
What?! Oh.
Well, is that the army?
I don't think so. One guy's wearing a T-shirt from
- a Phi Mu Fun Run. - We called them Phi Moo.
Well, then who the hell is it?
Soy La Madrina. And I think you have been
- looking for me, no? - Only my whole life.
- Goddamn it. - ¡Oye, tanto!
- ¿Qué miras?! - ¡Vámonos!
- And you, guapo,
- you follow me. - Oh, yeah, uh, about
- that... - So, I have a question.
Since we're now essentially captives of the Cali cartel,
and being dragged off to God knows what terrible fate...
- Why the hell are you smiling?! A-- we're not their
captives; we're about to be their business partners.
B-- I bet there's a pretty decent chance La Madrina owns
a tiger. And C-- "guapo" means
"handsome."
It's your mother.
Wha...? Give me that.
"Putting pressure on him."
If anything, I've been too lax, but please, let me benefit from
your vast experience as a mother and...
- Hey! - Hello, Ray?
- Put Sterling on the... - Hey, damn it, Archer!
- Give it h... - Give... Ray, give
- it... Ray, give it. - I'm serious.
I'm serious, Archer, cut it out.
Damn it, give it here.
Sterling?
The mailbox of...
...is full.
Good-bye.
If you're satisfied with your voice mail greeting,
press one.
- How did you...? - You remember that day
I took your falafel, and you were chasing me all around the
- living room in your wheelchair? - Yes.
Yeah, so I recorded that, added some sound effects,
mixed it, called my phone and left it as a message, stole your
phone, got into the voice mail settings, called your phone from
a landline and played the message from my phone, then put
your phone back. Which I think is why it sounds
a little compressed, but whatever.
- The... - Shut up, we're here.
And remember, I got dibs on the tiger.
Well, I have to admit, Mr. Archer, your proposal
- is very... surprising. - Not as surprising as
somebody named The Godmother looking like you.
Really.
- And what were you expecting? - I guess like a
- Mexican Mrs. Garrett? - ¿Qué?
Or Colombian, or whatever, I...
You talk almost
too much. But you have aroused my
- curiosity. - Just your curiosity?
No.
But first, business, then
pleasure, eh?
- Wha... - Javier!
- Sí, Madrina. - Pruébalo, por
favor. If it is as pure as you say,
and you have as much as you say...
Oh, my God, we've got something like 900,000
- kilos. - Eh, ¿cuanto?
Wait, no, that's grams, so...
- So, 900 kilos. - I... however many are
- in a shit-ton. - Permiso, Madrina.
- Noventa y seis por ciento puro. - ¡Vaya!
- A toast, then, to new friends. - Just friends?
No.
So, shall we have sex?
Oh, man... How is it noon?
- And where the heck is Archer? - I assume bothering a
- tiger. - Oh, God.
Please, no más. Oh, my God.
- Oh, are you sure? - I was sure, like,
three hours ago. And back then, I could still
- feel my legs. - Are you sure you
cannot make love to me just once more?
Not without a blood transfusion, no.
Very well.
- Ow! - Which is why you don't
- bother tigers. - Then you may call
me Coronel Ana Maria Delgado de la Policía Nacional.
- What?! - Sí, mi amor.
I am-- how you say?-- deep cover.
Wait, no!
- No, no, no, no, no! - At least let me take
- some churros! - Malditos gringos.
As if American demand for cocaína wasn't already
destroying us, now you even try to smuggle it into my country?
- You make me sick! - Then why'd you have
- sex with me? - Por qué?
Eres guapo. A La Culebra!
So, I get that you're
mad, but they are in pretty dangerous territory, and Ray
always answers his phone in the field, so I'm...
- actually worried. - Well, if you're so
worried, why don't you go down there and rescue him?
- I... - Please?
Go find my son and bring him home to me.
And I didn't even get to meet her tiger.
If she even had a tiger. Plus, at this rate, we're gonna
- run out of coke, huh? - Now, there's a moot
- point. - Since we're being
trucked off to La Culebra, the most notorious prison in South
- America. - Pff, notorious.
Cyril, please, I was in the Lubyanka.
Well, were you sent there by an undercover cop who
knows she'll be murdered if anyone finds out she's La
- Madrina? - No, idiot, I was...
Oh.
Yeah, so how long do do you think we're gonna last
- in prison? - Hmm.
If we even make it to prison!
Am I right, fellas? Fellas, am I right?
Guys, if we get out of this, the first thing I'm gonna do,
- I swear to God... - If you say "buy a
tiger," we will beat you to death with your own shoes.
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