Cold Open – The BarA smoky jazz lounge. Spectre sits alone at a corner table, six-foot-three in a sharp black suit, sipping a glass of Hibiki whisky. On the table beside him: a half-burned joint in an ashtray. A woman in a sequined dress leans on his arm.
His phone buzzes. A voicemail from Mallory plays:
"Spectre. Get to ISIS headquarters. Cyril is training new recruits today. I'd like someone competent there, which clearly excludes Archer."
Spectre sighs, downs the whisky, tosses a fat roll of cash on the table, and kisses the woman's hand.
Spectre: "Don't wait up. Work calls."
Cut to him walking out, grabbing his pistol and silencer from a coat check, vanishing into the night.
Title sequence rolls.
Scene 1 – ISIS HQArcher bursts into the training room, bragging loudly about sleeping with three women last night. Cyril adjusts his tie nervously, preparing his presentation. Lana rolls her eyes.
Spectre enters, sunglasses on, faint smell of weed, carrying a silver flask.
Archer: "Well, well, if it isn't Spectre. Or do I call you Ghost? Or Spooky McTallpants?"
Spectre: (deadpan) "And you're Duchess. Which sounds like a cologne for dogs."
(Lana laughs, Archer fumes.)
Mallory (over intercom): "Both of you shut up. Cyril, start the damn training."
Scene 2 – Classroom ChaosCyril tries to explain gun safety to recruits:
Cyril: "Always check the chamber—"
Archer: "Boooooooring."
Spectre: (calling out) "Hey Cyril, are you training them to be accountants or assassins?"
(recruits laugh, Cyril stammers)
When live fire practice starts:
Archer sprays wildly, hitting walls and barely grazing targets.
Spectre calmly hits headshots one by one, sipping from his flask between shots.
Archer: "Lucky shots."
Spectre: "Thirty in a row. You should buy a lottery ticket."
Scene 3 – Simulation MissionThe recruits enter a mock "terrorist safehouse." Archer kicks the door in yelling, immediately getting shot at. Cyril panics and hides.
Spectre moves like a professional — rolls behind cover, uses short bursts, drops two enemies, then silently takes one down with a chokehold.
Spectre: "Archer, cover fire doesn't mean aim at the ceiling."
Archer: "You're welcome for the distraction!"
Spectre: "You're welcome for still being alive."
At one point, Cyril freezes as an "enemy" holds him at gunpoint. Spectre takes the guy down with a snap shot, then yanks Cyril up by the collar.
Spectre: "Rule one: don't freeze. Rule two: don't make me look like I give a damn about you."
Scene 4 – Break RoomPam is telling a disgusting sex story. Archer and Spectre are drinking.
Pam: "…and then I said, 'That's not a hay baler, that's my date!'"
Spectre: (laughing) "Pam, you scare me more than the missions do."
Archer: (squinting) "Wait—you two didn't…"
Pam: (grinning) "Maybe."
Spectre: "Twice. And once with her friend."
(Lana chokes on her coffee.)
Scene 5 – Warehouse Test (Mallory's Setup)Mallory secretly sends Archer and Cyril on a fake "live mission." Spectre is assigned to observe.
Archer charges into the warehouse like Rambo, firing everywhere.
Cyril panics, nearly shoots his own foot.
Spectre slips in through a side entrance, silently disarms two guards, takes a knife, and throws it across the room into a target.
Spectre (into comms): "Clean entry, clean exit. Simple. Try it sometime, Archer."
Archer: (firing wildly) "Simple is boring!"
Spectre: "Simple keeps you breathing."
When Cyril freezes again, Spectre saves him with a quick takedown, then shoves the gun back in his hands.
Spectre: "Next time, shoot first. Or hide behind Archer, he's good at being bulletproof by accident."
Scene 6 – Mallory's OfficeMallory chews everyone out. Cyril sulks. Archer insists he was amazing. Lana groans.
Spectre casually opens Mallory's cabinet, pours himself a glass of her $2,000 scotch.
Mallory: "That's the good stuff!"
Spectre: (drinks) "Not anymore."
Tag Scene – Different ExitNight. A helicopter hovers above the city. Spectre rappels down a rope into the open hatch of a speeding SUV. Inside: two escorts in designer dresses, a briefcase of cash, and a cooler full of top-shelf champagne.
His phone buzzes:
Mallory's voicemail: "Spectre. A Nigerian arms dealer misplaced a briefcase. Recover it, and this time, bring all of it back."
Spectre cracks open a bottle, grins at the escorts.
Spectre: "Don't worry, I'll bring back what matters."
(SUV disappears into the night.)