COLD OPEN FADE IN: INT. ARCHER’S PENTHOUSE - EARLY MORNING It’s fucking disgusting. Art hangs askew covered in mysterious stains, the couches are torn open. A DEAD DUCK floats in the fish tank. The fish, somehow, are still alive. A bubble from the tank floats the surface with a sickening POP. ARCHER, sitting, naked, shaggy hair and beard, hugs his legs, his chin rests on his knee. He is deathly skinny. Empty bottles of Wild Turkey and other booze is everywhere. Archer is fixated on the fish tank, and the duck inside. ARCHER Quack! He looks around. ARCHER (CONT’D) Holy shit, I live here? Nancy! He rocks back and forth. ARCHER (CONT’D) Nancy! Nancy! NAAANCY! A GROWL, then, a small young OCELOT pounces into the room. ARCHER (CONT’D) Nancy, yes, finally. Fetch me my heroin. Nancy cocks her head in confusion. Archer wipes the sweat of his forehead. ARCHER (CONT’D) Oh. Of course. Felines don’t enable. Bitch. Nancy seems offended. ARCHER (CONT’D) I’m sorry, but you are being a bitch. What am I supposed to do, not call you out on it? What kind of a father would I be then? HUH!? Nancy lies down. Archer feebly stands up. We see his nude decrepit body.