Archer is a sinner in the hands of an angry god. "Bloody Mary, full of vodka, blessed are you among cocktails. Pray for me now and at the hour of my death, which I hope is soon. Amen." There is nothing like the power of prayer in the life of Archer. It is rare for Archer to be so hung over, but it is rarer still for him to get blackout drunk. Archer only remembers snippets: the wake, the cab, chicken and waffles, Green Russians, the strip club...but the rest is a blur. Except that he had what was hands-down the most incredible sex that he has ever had. The only question: who was she? Woodhouse has answers and refers Archer to the loo, where sits a huge blonde embarrassment that Archer wants to keep on the down-low. Malory wonders if Burt is doing the same thing? It's food for thought and Lana tries to help, but Pam is the one who gives Malory a kinder worldview on men and pushing rope. Back in the USSR, a dirty, traitorous cyborg named Barry is head of KGB. He orders Jackov reassigned to Siberia, but Boris helps his fat, combed-over former boss defect with the details of every single KGB operation on the globe. Is Jackov with the shit-bitching ass-bastard Archers of New York? Barry shows up in New York and hooks up with Cheryl at Pita Margarita, and she takes Barry to the safe house for some choke sex. "Things are not always what they seem." This is the last message from Jackov to Archer...or is it? Archer bails on Jackov to feed his addictive personality; the other ISIS agents find the safe house in flames. Will Archer ever be able to prove his father's identity?
—LA-Lawyer