Rick and Morty

Alright, final item of the Galactic Defiance meeting --

our plan to take out the Gromflomite Queen.

-It is not ready for approval! -What did I just--

Quiet! We can be a Defiance without talking over each other!

Thank you. Corsica?

As it stands, our assassination task force

has yet to provide a clear plan --

We provide lots of plans.

Your committee keeps killing them.

Well, it's an assassination committee.

Whattaya want them to do?

All intelligence indicates it needs to be a surprise.

Which is why we need to plan it carefully.

Why don't we turn things over to our assassin, Beth Sanchez?

Great. It's an assassination meeting.

Where the hell is the assassin?

Corsica: Beth. Where are you?!

Um, assassinating.

Are you insane? We're still in a meeting about this.

We've been meeting about it for months.

Is the plan to kill her with old age?

There is no plan. We still have to approve one.

Do you even look at your Defiance e-mail?

Who has the patience for three-factor authentication?

Beth!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

The Defiance says hello.

Or goodbye?

I mean, I guess the hello meant goodbye anyway,

but this guy beat me to it?

-Oh! -Oh, my God!

Who are you?! An assassin?

I mean, I wish.

Kill her!

Time to go.

Oh, shit.

Uh, hey, good news -- the Queen is dead.

Bad news -- I didn't do it. Worst news -- I need a lift.

I can't approve an extraction

from an unapproved assassination.

I'll have to call an emergency meeting.

I'm going to die.

Aah!

Ughhh!

Whoa! You beat out Luigi's?!

Mm.

I'm hammering sushi. What's up?

Space Beth: Well, funny story,

or maybe not that funny.

Are you pitching a Hulu Original?

I-I kinda...

went rogue and now I'm trapped on a Gromflomite ship.

Send the coordinates. I'll pick you up.

Really? Just like that?

Of course just like that. You're my daughter, probably.

Jiro! Lava cake to go.

The lava cake was already ordered.

I can see it from here.

You don't have to explain.

Ya think it'd be easy to scan the only

warm-blooded thing on the ship.

We tried that once. Lotta rats in the walls.

Is that why the ship always has a "B" in the window?

-Huh? -Huh?

Hey! Freeze! You first.

Agh! Walked...right...into...it!

-Ah! -Wow, Beth.

You've been staying busy.

Oh, shit! It's Rick Sanchez!

Hey. My daughter is just as dangerous.

Wait, so the gun also shoots a sign?

Yeah, for clarity, so people know it's quicksand

and not a brown portal or diarrhea.

But doesn't the sign tip off the enemy?

No, no, the other side says "ordinary sand."

There she is!

Aw, what? Oh, oh, oh!

See, there's your classic diarrhea.

Ugh! Whatever. Can we go now?

Just portal me to HQ.

Actually, could you portal me, like, a block away?

So they don't know your dad drove you? Sure.

Okay, all in favor of Natalie thumbnailing

an emergency rescue budget?

-Oh! -Oh, whoops.

You're a prick.

Stop acting embarrassed. I'm a legend here.

Oh, hey, BugAnne. Hey, Rick.

Yes, it's disappointing

that the legend doesn't fall far from the tree.

Huh. That's a weird way to thank her and apologize. Dad!

Thank her for what? A botched assassination?

Whoa, whoa. I don't botch shit.

I just turned down sloppy seconds.

Yeah, their mothership wasn't on red alert for her birthday.

You sure about that?

Red alert for the Queen's birthday!

That's right, Her Majesty is 70 days young

but still laying eggs and banging drones.

You go, girl!

Yes, Queen. Space Beth: What? No.

I saw that bitch's pillow through her face.

A Sting Trooper did it. Why didn't they pin it on us?

Translation -- ya botched.

-You can say that again. -Always botchin'!

-Nepo baby. -Excuse me?

Dad, stop helping.

This is the opposite of a nepo baby.

This is a human with half my DNA

that despises me for the same reasons you bailed on her.

This organization resents and discourages talent.

It's why working here was always beneath me,

and it's why none of you are worth eating her shit,

and if you don't start appreciating her,

I guarantee you, she'll be next out the door.

It was a good rescue, though. You got me fired!

Only because you blew your chance to quit!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I really hope I am the clone

because I never asked to be born.

I can't handle watching you host those parasites.

Clone or not, that's still my blood in your veins.

Yeah, I know. I'm trying to overcome that.

Ouch. Oh, boo-hoo.

Whatever. Drop me off in space.

What are you going to do?

I'm gonna get to the bottom of this inside hit on the Queen.

I-I know a guy that knows a guy

that knows some bugs.

Look, I gotta drop you off somewhere.

It might as well be the filth-encrusted apartment

of an insect-supremacist arms dealer.

Fiiine.

I thought you were dropping me off.

I gotta make sure it's the right supremacist.

They all look alike.

Aah! Hey! No mammals allowed!

That's our guy. Oh, shit, fuck!

Guh. Oh! Oh, hey.

I-I didn't mean that about mammals.

You're -- You're clearly a good one.

She is. She's very interested in insect politics.

Um, actually, there's no such thing

because insects are genetically inclined for organization --

Ohhhh! Ah!

So tell us which insect organized a hit on the Queen.

I dunno. You guys kinda proved you're not gonna let me fall --

Aaahhhh!

Aaah! Aah! Oh, God. Oh, Jesus.

Talk. You're just gonna --

Aaaaagghh!

Aaah! Oh. Alright, alright! Shit!

It was Fantabulous!

The former Royal Doctor!

Wait. The medical officer?

That's all I know, I swear!

Is it, though?

Oh, God! Aaaahhhhh!

Dad? He said that's all he knew.

I'm a mammal. I'm disorganized.

I've heard of that doctor, though.

Classic disgraced eugenicist trope.

You can get disgraced for eugenics by insects?

I suppose he had a gift.

Did he have an address?

Hi. Don't be afraid to surrender.

Yeah, you can even join us as an unlikely ally.

I don't know what that is.

I can explain.

Does your bug culture have ghosts? Yes.

Has it had any hit movies about busting ghosts

successful enough to generate sequels and cartoons?

Of course.

Well, an unlikely ally would be like a ghost

that hangs out with the ghostbusters.

Okay, that is the most offensive job offer I've ever received.

More offensive than death?

Good luck with that.

Wait, so he's too cool to be a Slimer,

but he's asthmatic?

Aah!

Aah!

That's...new.

A super-soldier formula?

I said "new" not "creatively trailblazing."

Ugh!

Ah!

Aah! Jesus Christ.