Cold Open – ISIS Briefing RoomMallory holds a meeting to announce a new hire. Archer is sprawled across a chair with a glass of bourbon, Spectre sits opposite him in a sharp suit, smoking a cigar, eyes half-lidded like he's either bored or hungover.
Mallory: "Everyone, meet Conway Stern. Our newest field agent."
Conway walks in, smiling smugly. He's tall, confident, with that CIA polish.
Archer: "Oh, come on! Seriously, a diversity hire?"
Lana: "Sterling—"
Spectre: (calm, blowing smoke) "You could've just said 'welcome.'"
Archer: "No, I couldn't. Because he's stealing my whole thing."
Spectre: "Pretty sure your 'thing' is STDs and misplaced confidence."
The room chuckles. Conway shakes hands with Lana, and Archer immediately sulks.
Act One – Training RoomLana and Conway spar in the gym. Archer heckles from the sidelines with a martini, while Spectre stretches casually, watching.
Archer: "Look at him, showing off his muscles. I could do that if I wanted."
Spectre: "But you don't. Which is why you can't."
Conway pins Lana in a hold, and Archer bursts in to "show him up." Instead, Archer gets thrown on his back. Spectre doesn't help—he just laughs.
Spectre: "Textbook takedown. Don't worry, Duchess, floor burns heal… eventually."
Mission Brief – InfiltrationMallory sends Lana, Archer, Conway, and Spectre to extract intel from a foreign defense contractor's office.
Mallory: "Spectre, I want this quiet."
Spectre: "When am I ever loud?"
(Archer coughs loudly, "Sex!" Spectre ignores him.)
They fly out in a small jet, Archer getting drunk on the way, Spectre sipping high-end whiskey and looking over blueprints.
Lana: "At least one of you takes this seriously."
Spectre: "It's called professionalism. Not that anyone here's heard of it."
Act Two – The InfiltrationThe team breaks into the facility at night. Lana covers the cameras, Spectre moves tactically with silenced pistols, Archer kicks a locked door instead of picking it.
Spectre: "Subtle as a marching band."
Archer: "Hey, it worked!"
(The alarm blares immediately. Spectre sighs.)
Gunmen flood the halls.
Lana fires controlled bursts.
Conway fights decently but sloppy, showing off.
Archer sprays wildly, shouting "Eat lead!"
Spectre moves with precision—two headshots, sweep kick, disarm, reload without wasted motion.
Spectre (calm in the firefight): "One of you needs to learn the difference between action movies and reality."
They grab the intel, escape through a stairwell, and make it to the extraction van.
Act Three – The BetrayalBack at ISIS HQ, Archer still complains about Conway.
Archer: "He's too smooth, too perfect. Nobody's that charming without hiding something."
Spectre: (pouring a drink) "Takes one to know one, right?"
Later, Conway sneaks into the server room to steal data. Spectre had been tailing him, already suspicious.
Conway: "What the hell are you doing here?"
Spectre: "Making sure the diversity hire doesn't diversify our secrets."
They fight hand-to-hand. Conway's CIA training is decent, but Spectre is faster, harder, dirtier. He smashes Conway into the server rack, knocks him out cold, and cuffs him.
Archer barges in with Lana right after.
Archer: "Ha! I told you so!"
Spectre: "Congratulations, Duchess. You were right for once. Try not to sprain anything celebrating."
Ending – Mallory's OfficeConway is dragged out, exposed as a traitor. Mallory is furious but impressed that Spectre caught him.
Mallory: "Good work, Spectre. And Sterling… you helped… somehow."
Archer: "I was right! That's the most important part."
Spectre: (to Lana) "And people say I drink too much."
Tag SceneSpectre walks into a luxury hotel penthouse. He tosses Conway's stolen watch into a drawer, pours himself a glass of $2,000 cognac, and leans on the balcony overlooking the city.
Mallory's voicemail plays:
"Spectre, I need you to intercept a courier in Prague. He's carrying state secrets. Don't let him make it past sunrise."
Spectre: (to himself, smirking) "Guess I'm not sleeping tonight."
Fade to black.