MacGruber (2021) s01e08 Episode Script

1
Smells like betrayal in here.
Okay, let me backtrack
for a second here.
So we now think your
father is the Architect,
and we're basing that on information
we got from one of your farts?
Looks like someone's
finally playing chess.
Think about it. Whoever
smelt it, dealt it.
From birth, that simple axiom
is drilled into our heads,
and for good reason.
It's never wrong.
See, when one farts,
they always blame it on someone else,
but studies show that
in 100% of the cases,
that fart actually came
from inside of them,
the initial fart detector.
It's the most classic con in the book,
but if you somehow
figure out who smelt it,
then you will, without fail
Find the dealer.
Right.
No entry my ass.
- Shit.
- Are you sure about this?
Vicki, people lie. Buttholes don't.
See, the Architect had to be
someone with access to Queeth,
ties to the military,
and a score to settle.
So when my father farted
Kernst's name at me,
it made sense.
I mean, Kernst ticked
all the right boxes,
but my father overplayed his hand.
He smelled it too hard,
and that's how I knew he dealt it.
Science.
Cowabunga.
Six, nine, six, nine, six, nine.
Like father, like son of father.
Good God.
This whole time,
it was right under my fucking schnozz.
I'm gonna hop on your dad's computer
and see if I can find
anything on this flash drive.
Heavens to Henry.
He has counterfeit
passports and currency
for, like, every country in the world.
Oh, my God.
Ecuador was just the beginning.
Haven't seen these many pins
since I read that book
about ATM machines.
He's gonna hit, like, everywhere.
Why? Why is he doing this?
I don't know, Vick, but
we have to stop him.
Guys, I think I got something.
His computer's automatically
decrypting the files.
Any of this mean anything to you?
There, there.
Havencroft?
We need to move.
Where the hell are we going?
MacGruber Country.
Black River Valley.
My father's down there. I can feel it.
Gruber, are you sure
you want to do this?
You mean, am I sure I want to confront
the man I've worshipped my entire life
and battle him to the death?
Most likely, my death?
Am I sure I want the love
of my life to watch me die
and void my bowels into
my Wrangler denim jeans?
No, Vicki, I'm not sure,
but I don't really have
a choice now, do I?
But you do.
What? What do you mean?
I can't let you do
this. This is my fight.
Oh, MacGruber, we're in this together.
No, I can't let you two risk your lives
because of my fucked up dad.
This is a family affair.
MacGruber, I can't
believe I'm saying this,
but the three of us are
kind of like a family.
Checkers is right.
I never really thought
about it like that.
That's really nice.
Hell, my family's been broken so long,
I almost forgot what it's
like to have a real family.
But because of you
two, I remember again.
So thanks.
You're welcome.
Here's another thing I
can't believe I'm saying.
Bring it in.
Are you pranking me?
Are you gonna pull your arms back?
Checkers?
Fucking family. There's nothing like it.
Now let's go kill my father.
Welcome to Havencroft.
Our fucking summer home.
- Wait, so you were a rich kid?
- Nice try.
I assure you this place is very modest.
Okay, now, let's split up.
Vicki, you check out the vineyard.
Checkers, you start in
the antiquities hall,
and I'll take the servants' ballroom.
What the fuck?
Got some kind of fiber optic setup here.
I'm gonna see where it leads.
Copy that, Piper. Follow your nose.
Wait.
Think I just saw something.
I'm gonna go check it out.
Set stunners to phase.
All right, be careful, Vicki.
And, guys, just remember,
we need to fly under the radar.
Now, let me know if either of you guys
need any pointers on how to do that.
Master MacGruber.
Your presence is requested
in the dining room.
This way.
After you, tough guy.
I'm afraid I'll be needing
your communication device
and your gun.
Hmm. Well, how about this?
Why don't you roll the fucking dice
and try taking it from me?
Ow.
As I said, I will go first.
Freeze! Federal agent!
Well, sort of.
Technically, I'm not
one now, but I was one.
So freeze!
I want you to turn around very slowly.
Hello, Vicki.
Bex? I thought you were dead.
No.
Just very badly burned.
Ooh, oh.
Um, I mean, I can hardly tell.
I mean, maybe I can see a
little bit of burnt-ness
on the top part of your face.
And maybe, now that I'm looking,
it's a little burned down here,
but other than those two spots,
and maybe a couple others,
you can't really tell that
you're horribly disfigured.
- Fuck you.
- Don't even think about it.
You move one muscle,
and your head will suffer the same fate
as that vase over there.
Ha!
So what'll it be?
Ahh!
Did I get you? Be honest.
Uh-oh.
Son.
You made it.
Have a seat.
Please, eat.
No, I'm not hungry, but
maybe that's because
I've been fed a steady diet
of bullshit my entire life.
Aww. When have I ever lied to you?
Forgive me.
The inclement weather is wreaking havoc
on our local power grid.
I hope you're not still
afraid of the dark.
Ha! Afraid of the fucking dark.
You wish.
So, Mr. The Architect.
You knew I was coming.
Of course.
You were instrumental to my plan.
So I planted a tracking device
in your widdle teddy bear.
I don't have a teddy bear, idiot.
But don't you?
How do you think Queeth followed you
to your little hiding place?
I see you haven't lost
your taste for boogers.
You son of a bitch.
I've been watching you this whole time.
Yeah, I've been watching you
your whole life, MacGruber.
Ever since you were a tiny,
ugly, stupid little baby.
Holy shit.
Guys, I think I found the uplink
he's gonna use to trigger the poison.
Hello, Dixon.
Baker Jaxx.
No, the Grim Reaper.
So let's cut to the chase.
What's your play here?
To create a new world, of course.
From the ashes of the old.
The earth's resources certainly
can't support everyone
on the planet, but they can support,
say,
me and a bunch of Russian business guys.
So there needs to be a
little thinning of the herd.
And in return,
I get a bunch of money and shit.
Can you believe it?
I'm gonna be some kind
of fucking oligarch.
You sick bastard.
Cheers.
Hey, remember earlier?
When I said that thing
about your face burns?
I lied. Totally noticeable.
Where's her gun?
How long have you been
planning all this?
Decades.
Every beautiful detail laid
out like the gears on a clock.
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
but it'll all be worth it
when we bring in the New
Year with a big fucking bang.
So you're gonna kill
millions of people
Billions.
Billions, and you're okay with that?
It's an important cause.
So important that you're willing
to sacrifice your own son.
I was willing to sacrifice your mother,
wasn't I?
What?
Unfortunately, your mother
found out about my little plan,
and she just would not shut up about it.
So she had to be dealt with accordingly.
You killed Mom?
Oh, yeah, and you watched me do it.
But you were so young at the time
that somehow, I was able to convince you
that you didn't see what you saw.
I told you it was Queeth,
and your little brain
ate that shit up like
a fucking pot roast.
You were such a dumb
little kid and so annoying.
Heck, in a way,
you inspired this whole thing.
The minute you were born
just kind of put me into a funk.
Well, you've got a lot of think about.
And I do have a button to press.
So I guess I'll be on my way.
Like hell you will! Ahh!
Where'd you go, you coward!
It's a lot like baseball,
if you think about it.
Strike one.
Strike two.
Ahh, motherfucker!
Base hit! Yeah! The crowd goes wild.
Whoo!
What's that song?
It's whatever you want it to be.
MacGruber
He's such a little lovey and
I'm proud to be his mommy
MacGruber, he is the best son ever
And I love him to pieces
MacGruber, I'll never ever leave him
MacGruber
Daddy?
Never cared much for that song.
Welcome to the nerve center, MacGruber.
Love what you've done with the place.
Although,
I think I might change the wall color.
Maybe put some big splotches of red
right behind where your brain is.
Can you believe this little panel here
can cause so much destruction?
Just one little press of
this button, and poof.
Billions dead.
You can save your breath, Dad.
'Cause I will never ever
join your little evil plan.
No one's asking you
to, you fucking dode.
How dare you!
What do you say we get
this party started?
Countdown activated.
Just so you know, I can throw my voice.
So if you think you have
my location locked down,
you're probably wrong,
'cause you probably think
I'm standing right here
But maybe I'm standing over here.
Or maybe over here.
I could be standing over here.
Okay, now I'm pissed.
Fucked up my leg and my new cargos.
Call it even?
You wish.
You see, Lon was like a brother to me.
You killed my fucking family.
After I kill you,
I'm gonna kill your fucking family.
Then we're even.
You just had a little baby, right?
You don't have to do this.
Oh, but I do.
You know that means I have to kill you.
Now, now.
You know what happens
when little boys are
rude to their daddies.
What's that?
They get a time-out.
Fuck you, Dad! Ah!
Watch your language.
Oh, Vicki. I think I found you.
Uh, no you didn't.
No, I think I did.
Goodbye, Vicki.
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Told you I could throw my voice.
Now let me show you how to throw yours.
Eww!
Eww.
Oh, you're on your feet.
Yeah.
I thought it'd be a
better way to kill you.
How you gonna do that?
Well, actually I had a
pretty complicated plan.
Lots of moves and countermoves,
and I thought why not
just keep it simple
and talk shit about that piece
of shit brother of yours?
Get you so bent out of shape
that you start making mistakes.
Use your own weapon
to cut your head off.
Yeah. Like that would ever work.
I don't know, you seem pretty dumb.
- What?
- But Lon seemed even dumber.
Fuck you!
Checksmate.
Sorry about your pants.
Two minutes remaining.
I'll rip your fucking throat out
and shove it down your throat.
Can't do it, can you? What a surprise.
But then again,
you and I never were much alike.
I was always a breast man.
You were way more into butts.
I'm gonna give you a choice, son.
You can either die now,
or I can let you live just long enough
to see the end of the world as we know it.
- Oh, you'd do that for me?
- Ah, you're family.
You wish.
You have no idea what a family is.
- Aw, that hurts my feelings.
- Aww, I'm sorry.
Now, hopefully, this hurts yours.
No!
Oh, Vicki. Hi.
Did you get to see me shoot
MacGruber in the heart?
MacGruber! No, no, no.
MacGruber. MacGruber!
MacGruber, can you hear me?
Don't go towards the lights.
Stay in the dark.
Whatever you do. Just stay in the dark!
Casey?
Do you feel it, MacGruber?
Oh, my God.
It's like I have a thousand penises,
and they're all shooting
at the same time.
That's what it feels like for women too.
Like we have a thousand penises.
Now, come to me. Come to the light.
But I can't leave Vicki.
That's not your choice to make.
When it's time, it's time.
Mommy, I'm coming home.
You killed him. You killed your own son!
Well, as a parent,
you can't be afraid to discipline.
60 seconds to worldwide destruction.
You're a monster,
and I am gonna tear you a new butthole!
Isn't it a little soon
to be getting intimate
with another guy?
Let alone his dad?
Kinky.
I wouldn't get intimate with you
for all the Jelly Bellies in the world.
Your loss.
Go ahead. Shoot me.
I would rather be dead
than live in a world
without MacGruber.
Ah, the lady means business.
Oh, yeah, you bet I do,
because you just killed
the greatest living man
to ever walk this earth.
If you're dumb enough to believe that,
then you two really were
meant for each other.
You could say that
we were like two peas in a pod.
Bangers and mash.
Brooks & Dunn. Jack and the Box.
Ten seconds.
We were so locked into a rhythm.
Seven.
It was almost like we could
read each other's minds.
No!
Sequence terminated.
MacGruber, we did it.
We sure did.
Where did you get a rocket launcher?
I got it from my brother.
You have a brother?
He does now.
For distinguished service to
the country and the world,
we salute Lieutenant
Colonel Dixon Piper,
MacGruber,
and Vicki St. Elmo
MacGruber Fasoose MacGruber.
Get in here.
So then I shot a rocket-propelled RPG
straight through Vicki's legs
right into my dad's face,
and it was just dad chunks for days.
I think I'm gonna go put her down.
But hurry back.
I got a primo story about rippin'
a dude's nose off
and then stabbin' him through the brain.
Hey, wait a second.
How the hell did you survive
a gunshot point blank in the chest?
That, my friend, was all Vicki.
Wow. What is that?
That's a locket with
Vicki's pubic hair in it.
- Huh?
- Yeah.
He literally dodged a bullet.
By the thinnest of hairs,
but there are some
fake ones in there too.
Thanks.
Hey, Pipe, I'm gonna
go grab another Molson.
- You want one?
- You know it, Grubes.
You got it.
My locket has his pubic hair. Wanna see?
Peekaboo.
Oh, my God. Mom.
Hello, MacGruber.
Hey, know why Molson
is my favorite beer?
Why?
Because it has the word
"son" inside of it.
Oh, you.
Well, then you'll love Vicki,
because she also has
your son inside of her.
I mean, not right now.
Oh, MacGruber.
I've missed you so.
I've missed you so.
But someday, we'll be together again.
Not for a while, because
you're about to go
on the most important
mission of your life.
What do you mean? What
Mom. Mom? Mom!
Ah, I love it, especially when
one little hair peeks out.
It's like he's tickling me.
- Ah, here you go, brother.
- Thanks, Grubes.
Hard lemonade, Vick?
Oh, no thanks.
I can't believe what I'm hearing here.
This one's usually loves
lemonade with vodka in it.
What gives, Vick? Pussy.
What gives is,
I'm pregnant.
- Oh, my God.
- What?
- Congratulations.
- What?
I can't oh, my!
A little Gruber.
And the fatherless becomes the fatherer.
Hey, you guys,
let's all go celebrate and dance!
- Yeah!
- Whoo-hoo.