1. Not once, not ever, has he
volunteered for a dangerous mission.
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"Let me go"?
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3. On a night jump in the freezing-ass cold
to kill a Finnish double agent? Please.
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4. So I'm like, "Yeah, let Archer go."
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5. But she's like:
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6. "Ray, it's your mission, and that's final."
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7. But why?
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8. Because, just between us gals
and the C-130...
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9. I think she used to screw, ick,
Nikolai Jakov, the head of the KGB.
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10. I know, right?
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11. I think Archer wanted this mission
so he could cross into Russia...
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12. because he thinks Jakov
might be his father.
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13. Y'all know me, I'm no gossip, but that
is some scandalous-ass shit right there.
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14. What? Dukes. Unh!
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15. Ray?
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16. Hey, if it's any consolation,
you were right. Oh.
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17. And, uh, by the way,
try not to be unconscious too long.
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18. It's super bad for you.
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19. Hey, thanks, guys. Just tell my mother
I pulled a gun on you, all right?
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20. This is to share. Look at me. To share.
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21. You nut.
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22. Okay, I got my fake documents, plenty of
cash, so the crossing should be a breeze.
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23. Drive to Saint Pete, grab a latte,
then 400 miles to Moscow...
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24. putting me there right about the time
Nikolai Jakov, head of the KGB...
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25. comes home for his borscht,
only to find an unexpected dinner guest.
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26. Who may be his son.
And for dessert, we will have the truth.
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27. You hear that, Mother?
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28. After a lifetime of your secrets and lies,
we will finally have the truth!
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29. Oh, and also, hopefully,
shitloads of vodka. Woo-hoo!
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30. Parachute!
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31. Chief, why's the door still—?
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32. Wait, don't tell me he just now jumped.
Yep.
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33. Like, just, just now?
Yep.
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34. You know he missed the drop zone
by like eight miles?
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35. Yep.
Jesus. He give you the money?
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36. Nope.
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37. What an asshole.
Yep.
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38. Huh.
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39. Okay. Ahem.
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40. Uh, hey.
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41. I was, uh, asking if this was
the, uh, Finnish skydiving club.
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42. Which, judging by your response,
I, uh, assume it's not, so, uh...
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43. Hey, so, guys, listen—
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44. What an asshole.
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45. He did What?
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46. Well, for starters, this.
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47. Good God.
Yeah.
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48. That's a broken zygomatic bone.
Plus, I was unconscious for an hour.
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49. Ooh, really?
Which is super bad for you.
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50. Super bad. Have you seen a neurologist?
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51. Have a CAT scan tomorrow.
Unless it's in Russia, you better cancel it.
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52. Well, it's obviously not, and what?
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53. The mission you failed
was on the border.
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54. And I think Sterling might be trying
to cross into Russia.
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55. Why would he—? Oh, is this about
Nikolai Jakov, the head of the KGB?
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56. L— Who?
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57. "Who?" Nice.
Right?
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58. The man you've been having
a 40-year affair with?
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59. What are you talking about?
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60. Sex, baby, let's talk—
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61. Zip it, LaMotta. And even if
I did know what you're talking about...
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62. how do you know
what you're talking ab—?
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63. Pam!
I'm not eavesdropping.
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64. Get your bloated carcass in here.
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65. What's up?
You disgusting little sneak.
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66. Have you been going through my desk?
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67. Okay, A, nobody cares about
your big knobbly vibrating eggplant.
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68. Huh?
B, sometimes I work late...
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69. and C, there's this new thing the kids
are doing called shutting the damn door.
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70. Forty ounce in my lap
And it's freezing my junk
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71. Shut up. Shut up.
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72. Then I put whipped cream
all over everything.
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73. Oh.
And then you know where this goes.
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74. Oh, shit, really?
Yo, ew!
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75. Talking about the whipped-cream
incident?
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76. Does everyone know about it?
Not everyone.
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77. Just us, Krieger.
Really just, you know, the core group.
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78. Pam, I should have you flensed.
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79. And what in God's name
do you people want?
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80. More rubber cement.
And SIGINT said to give this to you.
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81. Uh, radio chatter about an American agent
the KGB caught parachuting into Russia?
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82. Oh, guess who that is.
Really?
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83. Yeah. Hey, where's Archer?
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84. Probably hanging by his Achilles tendons
in some KGB hellhole.
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85. "Caught at border, taken to Vyborg"?
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86. Ray, get your purse and take some Midol.
You're going back for him.
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87. Mm, according to these notes
from my doctor, a radiologist...
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88. and my new neurologist,
I am doing no such thing.
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89. You little— Okay, then.
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90. Lana.
Yes?
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91. Start at the KGB field office in Vyborg.
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92. If he's not being held there,
go to St. Petersburg...
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93. and if he's not there,
you go straight to Moscow.
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94. Undercover?
Wha—? Of course undercover.
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95. As what? Russia's only black woman?
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96. Damn it.
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97. I can't have this getting blabbed
all over the agency, but...
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98. Oh, God,
someone has to go rescue my son...
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99. before he talks to Nikolai Jakov.
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100. Well, that someone
needs to be fluent in Russian...
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101. and a couple of contacts in the KGB
wouldn't hurt.
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102. Mm, could, um, this person be
from outside the agency?
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103. No, no, no.
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104. Oh, I know you two have had
your differences in the past.
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105. Uh, differences? Uh, ha, ha.
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106. You remember
that he shattered my femur, right?
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107. Which is why I'm in New York, by the way.
I need all new pins put in it.
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108. And I'm sure that must be—
Oh, and he sodomized my fiancée.
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109. You're still together?
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110. Oh, I'm sorry, ex-fiancée.
That's what I meant to say.
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111. Well, then it wasn't meant to be.
Ha-ha-ha.
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112. L— I don't even know how to respond.
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113. What is meant to be is your going
to Russia to bring back my son...
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114. before he does any damage.
Or more damage.
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115. One million dollars.
Well, you can divide that by four.
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116. Come on. This is your son's life.
And my money.
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117. Fifty now,
200 when you bring him back.
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118. Alive.
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119. Uh...
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120. I'll do it on one condition.
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121. Nope.
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122. Lana, please.
I'm not having sex with Barry.
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123. You did once.
By accident. Mostly.
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124. And you were about to when you thought
it would get you my job.
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125. That was for work. And this is just for...
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126. Uh, Archer.
His life may very well depend on it.
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127. Oh. But he's such a douche bag.
I know, dear. But he's also my son.
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128. Not Archer.
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129. Well, also very much Archer.
But I'm talking about Barry.
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130. Who is, in fact, sitting right here.
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131. So you wanna do it on the desk or...?
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132. Hallway?
Where you wanna knock this out?
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133. Ugh, wherever.
After you bring back Archer.
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134. No, no. Before.
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135. We're doing it before.
After. Non-negotiable, Barry.
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136. Then can I bring you back anything
from Moscow?
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137. Maybe some nesting dolls of my penis.
lck.
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138. Sterling's already in Moscow?
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139. According to ODIN's guy in the KGB,
which, as a real agency, we have.
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140. We've got guys in the KGB too, smarty.
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141. Yeah, so I hear.
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142. Damn that— Pam!
I'm still not eavesdropping.
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143. Well, don't just stand here.
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144. Sterling's probably being tortured
as we speak.
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145. Don't worry, he's a high-value asset.
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146. I'm sure they're treating him just fine.
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147. Ahem. So, uh, yeah.
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148. Kind of wishing I'd taken my training
more seriously now.
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149. Which is, uh, pretty rare for me. Hi.
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150. I swear, I'm just a Finnish
skydiving enthusiast who—
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151. Shit, why am I speaking English?
With an American accent.
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152. Maybe because you're Sterling Archer.
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153. Who? No, no.
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154. You know what I bet happened
is all the shocks damaged my frontal lobe.
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155. The brain's language center?
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156. I think not.
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157. Okay, we wait some test on you.
So now I take coffee break.
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158. Uh, none for me. Have a nice break.
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159. Ten minutes. I drop kids off at pool.
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160. Psst. Hey, comrade.
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161. Hey, stupid.
Barry?
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162. Oh, my God, Barry, I— Holy shit. Barry?
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163. You're in the KGB?
I— No.
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164. No, dickbrain.
Your mother's paying me to rescue you.
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165. Oh. How much?
Quarter mil.
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166. Eh.
Plus, smell that.
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167. What am I smelling, Barry?
Nothing yet.
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168. But you wait.
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169. Um, okay. Uh, until then, do you have
some sort of escape plan or—?
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170. I thought I'd shoot you in the face,
smuggle you out in a coffin.
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171. Uh, how about something
a little less sarcastic?
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172. Uh, or less stupid?
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173. Lesson one—
Don't "lesson one" me.
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174. Always hide in plain sight.
Unless you've got a better idea.
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175. Uh, I might, maybe.
I mean, it depends on him.
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176. Nikolai Jakov, head of the KGB?
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177. Yeah. He might be my father.
Wh—? Ha, ha.
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178. That's why you're in Russia?
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179. Yes, and if you tell anyone,
I'll murder you.
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180. Now shut up while I go confront
my putative father.
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181. You backstabbing, two-timing harlot.
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182. While he's in such a good mood.
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183. I know you have been sleeping
with that mudak, Len Trexler.
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184. Oh, like you're Mr. Monogamous.
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185. Wha— For 40 years, kroshka,
you are my only woman.
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186. Well, I didn't know that.
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187. Do you know your son is here
in the cells of the dreaded Lubyanka?
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188. Yes, that's why I'm—
And that I am now awaiting results...
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189. of DNA test to establishing paternity?
I thought they just wanted my hair...
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190. so their scientists could unlock the secret
of its luxuriant fullness.
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191. Touch it, Barry.
Uh, no.
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192. Go ahead.
It's not that thick back here.
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193. If he is not my biologic son,
I will put, personally, a bullet in his brain.
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194. Nikolai, please, I—
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195. So, what do you think are his odds?
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196. Well, I guess maybe 1-in-3
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197. Yeah, no, I do not like those odds.
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198. So, what was your plan again?
I think I remember thinking it was good.
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199. Wait, I— Nikolai?
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200. Oh, my God, he's going to kill him.
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201. Wow, so this is pretty serious, huh?
Well, Archer's being tortured...
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202. with 2-to-1 odds
he ends up brutally murdered, so yes...
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203. I'd say it's pretty serious.
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204. Oh.
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205. What?
Nothing.
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206. Were you talking about
we're out of rubber cement?
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207. Yes.
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208. What is wrong with you?
Bitch, I got ants all over me.
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209. Who cares about your glue withdrawal?
Jeez, what if Mr. Archer gets killed?
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210. Yeah, right. My luck's not that good.
Aah. Ew.
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211. Did I say "good"? I meant "fantastic."
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212. Roll it down.
We're hiding in plain sight.
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213. Roll it down.
For all of—
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214. What did we get, Barry, like six blocks?
Roll the goddamn window down.
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215. Afternoon, comrades.
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216. Papers?
Uh...
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217. What the shit, Barry?
What? We don't have any peppers.
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218. Or earplugs, you idiot.
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219. You know how bad that is for eardrums?
What?
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220. I said, do you know—?
I'm kidding. Drive the damn car.
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221. Unh. Idiot.
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222. I'm sorry. What was that?
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223. I said, um, how's, uh, your ex-fiancée?
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224. Oh!
"How is she?" I don't know, you tell me.
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225. Well, gee, Barry, what's French
for "deliciously depraved"?
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226. Ask your mom!
What's that supposed to mean?
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227. Was that not self-explanatory?
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228. It means, best-case scenario,
you have no idea who your father is.
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229. Worst case, he's head of the KGB.
Yeah?
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230. Well, at least I have a father, Barry.
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231. Does—? Are you implying my mother
gave virgin birth, or what are you—?
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232. No, Barry. I was implying that—
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233. Actually, I don't know what I was implying.
I just said it.
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234. But I think we may have a problem.
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235. Aw, you think?
Yes, Barry, that's why I said it.
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236. Kill them.
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237. Barry, wait, slow down.
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238. Why?
So I can go past you.
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239. Has anyone ever told you
you are profoundly self-centered?
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240. Yes.
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241. No. Nikolai, please, do something.
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242. Kroshka, he kill two military police.
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243. So even if he was my biologic son—
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244. If? But were the DNA results—?
Inconclusive.
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245. Sample was contaminated.
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246. Huh. Who do Archer think he is?
Only guy who want father?
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247. Under very suspicious circumstances.
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248. Out! Get out!
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249. I'm sorry, Malory.
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250. Even if he is my son, it is too late.
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251. I cannot help him.
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252. Uh, you could help, you know.
Yeah. So, now, uh, what are we doing?
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253. Running for our lives, Barry.
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254. I thought that was fairly obvious.
Yeah, yeah, but up that high thing?
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255. Unless you wanna stay here.
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256. Wow, uh, a lot of fears
kind of coinciding here.
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257. Aah! Who taught you women
how to shoot?
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258. It's just I'm not super big on heights.
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259. Here we go.
Ever since you threw me off a balcony.
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260. First of all, I didn't throw you off anything.
I dropped you.
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261. Oh, yeah. After I begged you not to.
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262. After I begged you not to rip my suit.
I was clinging for life.
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263. Yeah, to the silk-lined sleeve
of a bespoke Savile Row suit jacket.
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264. You know what—?
Oh, and a bespoke Turnbull & Asser shirt.
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265. Which you also ruined.
You ruined my life.
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266. Oh, that is bullshit.
Really?
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267. How would you phrase the fact that you
crippled me physically and emotionally?
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268. Not that, crybaby.
This. The door's locked...
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269. and, um,
that way's not looking too good.
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270. Wait, wait, wait, Barry. There.
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271. We'll jump it.
Uh, no, we won't.
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272. You got a better idea?
Hang on, hang on.
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273. No. No, it's gone.
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274. Oh, shit!
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275. Ow.
Now, see?
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276. This is why I did not wanna do this.
Oh.
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277. So, Barry, looks like the whole find-out-
who-my-father-is thing isn't happening...
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278. so now I wanna get out of here.
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279. So I'm thinking
that we probably should split up.
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280. No, no, no, please.
Archer, your boots are slipping, man.
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281. There's 200 pounds of asshole
hanging off them.
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282. One eighty-three, fat boy.
Whatever. Tell that to my silk socks.
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283. Why are you wearing silk socks?
Is that a joke?
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284. Archer, let me climb up you.
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285. Barry.
Please, Archer.
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286. Barry, buddy, this is happening.
Archer, no.
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287. Try to aim for that Dumpster.
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288. Bye, Barry.
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289. Dead center. Good work, Barry.
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290. Oh, for— Why don't you just go
to my house and take all my clothes?
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291. You shoot like old women.
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292. Seriously,
these people can't hit anything.
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293. See? Huh, was that so hard?
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294. Ow, ow, ow.
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295. What is this, a broken-glass factory?
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296. Uh, secret police.
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297. Those cannot be your only shoes.
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298. What am I saying? It's Russia.
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299. I bet people come from miles around
just to have their picture taken in those.
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300. Piece of— How are you a superpower?
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301. Okay, so here's the deal.
I'm commandeering these shoes.
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302. But I'm giving you this coat, so, uh...
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303. Hi. How you doing? Sterling Archer.
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304. Sorry I can't stay for dinner.
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305. I assume that smell is cabbage
and not just you two.
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306. Halt.
Make me.
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307. Eh. Nice apartment.
Thank you, comrade.
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308. Shut up. You're under arrest.
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309. Awkward.
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310. Don't even think
I want Jakov to be my father.
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311. He's really got a temper.
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312. Oh, that is bullshit.
Who would break in to this shithole?
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313. Come on. He's on the roof.
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314. Which is apparently a soldier factory.
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315. Sterling Archer.
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316. The world's most dangerous spy.
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317. So they say.
Hmm.
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318. You don't look so dangerous now.
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319. Think it's because I'm in loafers?
They're not mine.
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320. What is loafers?
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321. Hey, it's a versatile shoe.
Works with a turtleneck, obviously, but—
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322. And I'm seeing this more and more.
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323. —I really like them with a casual suit.
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324. Ahem. So, what do you guys think?
Loafers and a suit, yea or nay?
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325. No? Oh, you're more of
a lace-up crowd, huh?
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326. How? How is this happy playtime?
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327. Ow! Ow!
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328. Use your imaginations.
Make a soccer ball out of a dead cat.
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329. Ow! Ow!
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330. What the hell?
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331. Split up
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332. Did I just blow your mind? Huh!
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333. Oh! Ho-ho-ho! Uhn!
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334. What, you hear machine guns and decide
now's a good time to take out the—? Oh.
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335. Oh, that's groceries.
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336. I'm sorry, I thought it was garbage.
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337. Uh, here, take this.
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338. Get a welder to cut the top off that
and, bing, new umbrella stand, huh?
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339. Because hate to do it to you,
but I'm commandeering your vodka.
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340. We square?
Halt.
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341. Are we square?
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342. Ow! Ow!
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343. Nice extinguisher.
Thank you, comrade.
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344. Shut up. You're under—
Arrest. Bam!
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345. My collar.
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346. Really rethinking that tetanus booster
right about now.
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347. Rethinking a lot of things.
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348. Like taking the elevator.
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349. Not very green.
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350. Although, I do have 3 pounds of glass
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351. So this is how game ends for you.
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352. That's it? No lovely parting gifts?
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353. We will send flowers.
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354. To your mother.
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355. Mother.
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356. Sterling!
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357. There was nothing I could do.
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358. My poor baby boy,
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359. The doctors say that even if he
did not already have pins in that leg—
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360. Wait, what?
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361. —They could not have saved it.
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362. Oh, for— Jesus. Did you even try?
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363. I am sorry, Mr. Archer.
Goddamn it, I'm—
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364. Archer!
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365. That's what I said.
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366. Nikolai, don't you see?
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367. Sterling doesn't have any pins in his legs.
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368. I don't
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369. Then if that is not Sterling, where is he?
Ha-ha-ha.
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370. I am, if you'd hang on a damn minute.
Come on.
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371. We don't have all night.
Like you've got plans.
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372. Goodbye, Mr. Archer.
Hey.
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373. Um, thanks. Uh...
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374. Hello, Mrs...?
Miss.
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375. Excellent.
Kazanova.
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376. Katya Kazanova.
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377. Hi. I'm, uh—
Sterling Archer.
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378. Sterling Archer of— Yeah.
Of ISIS.
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379. Do you not wonder
how it is that I know your name?
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380. Well, I assume
I'm pretty famous here, so—
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381. I am KGB.
Oh. Oh.
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382. Well, then why did you—?
I want to help you escape, Sterling Archer.
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383. But only if you will promise me
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384. Okay.
Take me with you.
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385. Okay.
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386. Super glad I didn't wet my pants.
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